Part Eight
Jesse grabbed me, spun me around, and started pounding me the instant I came through the door. Between all the cum and how loose my hole had become, it was only a few minutes before he was blowing his load in me. When he was done, he shoved his slick cock into his pants, slapped me on the ass, and said, "Thanks cuz. Gotta get over to 108 and rip out the carpet." And with that, he was out the door whistling down the meandering path between the buildings.
Collin heard the commotion and came out of the bedroom. "Hey little brother. How was the poker game?"
"You tell me." I turned around and bent over, showing off my sloppy slimy little rosebud.
"Fuck yeah." First I felt one of his fingers and then Collin’s cock took over and added to the mix in just a few strokes.
"Damn, you got a bonafide pussy there."
"I'm gonna go shower. What do you want me to do when I'm done."
"Get dressed in work clothes and help us over in 108. Bitch had seven cats in there so it's gonna take all three of us to get it ready for the professionals that are coming tomorrow."
"Okay. Oh and Dom said something about seeing me tonight at a coming out party tonight?"
Collin let out a little maniacal laugh. "Yeah, don't worry about it. Less you know the better. I will tell you, Rick will be there and you'll get your little cage off."
The apartment proved to be just as bad as Collin had said. The smell was awful and the walls and ceilings were stained with nicotine. Every time we got a surface wet it would drip with brown. The only thing that made the day bearable was Jesse's eighteen-year-old libido making him fuck my hole three more times that day and my brother letting me blow him during one of the sessions.
That evening, Rick came to collect me and my luggage. I would not be returning to the apartment apparently. He had an old brown Ford truck with orange sport stripes and big knobby tires. We drove for a while until he pulled into the parking lot of derelict looking bar at the end of a strip mall well past its heyday. We pulled around to the back entrance and got out. He opened the back door to the establishment and I could hear the bass line of a dance song I knew. He led me into a dim office and then into another door containing a full bath.
"Go ahead and get washed up and cleaned out. I'll be back in a few."
"What is this place?"
"It's a private club. That's all you need to know."
He left me in the bathroom and I’d completed all the tasks set for me just as he entered the room with a man who reminded me of my grandfather. A white man with grey fur covering his big stomach. He wore pants, boots, and a hat all made of leather. Criss crossing his chest was a leather harness. He reached out and twisted one of my nipples with a gloved hand.
"Fuck, Collin’s little brother is perfect. I mean I like Jesse's look too, but this bitch screams submissive."
"The cage helps too, although there's not much going on underneath. Figured we'd make a show of it coming off, have him put on a show, and then let the guys at him."
"Sounds like a plan." Grandpa directed his gaze towards me, "You ever done any dancing?"
"No sir."
"Well, don't worry about it. Just rub that little ass on them and they won't care if you're in time with the music."
He left Rick and I in the dim office.
"Dancing," I asked. "I'm kind of shy."
Rick laughed loudly in my face as his thumb found my asshole. "You don't feel like a shy boy anymore."
I stared at the ground with a little shame on my face.
He picked my chin up with his fat finger. "Don't be ashamed. Do you know how much money you've made that brother of yours? I bet you're over three grand for the week." I can't explain the feeling that came over me. Some mixture of humiliation, defeat, and a little pride at what a whore I'd been. Rick continued as his hands wrapped around me and his hands cupped my ass. "Think how much you could make with this in New York where the men are richer."
"What about AIDS?"
"Who's your brother had fucking you this week?"
"Everybody?"
"Nope, straight, mostly married guys. It's not foolproof, but the odds are in your favor if you go for the same demographic. Find guys you know ain't never had a dick in them. Find guys you know can't take the chance of being sick. That's what your brother did and you made thousands. Well, you made him thousands."
"Plus some weed."
"A lot of weed from what I hear." Rick looked at his watch and took something out of his back pocket. It jingled and then I heard the chain rattle as it unfurled from the weight of the leather handle succumbing to gravity. He placed the collar around my neck just tight enough so I'd know it was there, but loose enough so I could breathe. Time for your un-caging and your last night of fun before I take you to the airport."
"What's on the menu for tonight?"
"Every straight business man between Turlock and Merced who needs to blow off a little steam inside that ass. I heard you got to meet the woodsy men's bible group, well, this is a more gentrified group. No less delinquent and horny I assure you. Just follow directions, put on a good show with your costars and then mingle until everyone's been satisfied."
Rick could feel me tense up at everything he'd said. "Costars?"
"Don't worry, they'll have masks on, but you'll recognize them. I know it sounds trite, but just have fun. You might be the submissive bottom in the room, but they paid to see you and you just need to own the room. Here, put these on before we head out."
I slipped on a black jock strap and a pair of knee high black jackboots that reminded me of those old videos I'd seen in my high school history class of Nazi's marching across Europe.
Rick stood back as I reflexively did a little spin for him like the good little whore I'd become. "Good boy." He rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. "Fuck yeah, you'll probably take those off in the morning and find a grand worth of bills in there." He grabbed the lead and gave me a little yank. "Time to show you off."
Rick walked me out from the back and into the main part of the club. Rowdy men averaging forty plus in age froze at my pale skinny body being led out into the little clearing in the center of the place. A round of applause erupted as a spot light came on over me. "Make sure everyone gets a turn boys," Rick shouted as he tossed the leather lead to somebody in the darkness surrounding the light and the music started thumping.
The man pulled me over as he came out into the edge of the light. My instincts took over and I draped myself across him, rubbing against him to the rhythm. After a few bars of music, he tossed it to the next patron who I turned my attention to. This went on for three songs until everyone had gotten a short dance with me.
If anyone had asked me a few months ago if I could have ever seen myself wandering around a room of men practically naked I would have laughed. Only a few months ago I was a shy skinny kid in high school who did his best to blend into the ambiance and now I was the center of attention.
The music faded, the crowd died down, I was nudged into the spotlight, and a voice came out of the ceiling, "Are you all enjoying our little friend Billy?" The crowd responded with cheers and applause. "We've got a special show planned for you. We've got two tops standing by to show you what Billy's little hole can do." More cheers from the men as I stood twirling the end of the leash and shifting my weight to make my ass move. "Billy, how about you take that jock off?" I slipped the jock down to my ankles, bending myself in half and giving the room a good look at my hole.
"That's a sweet ass Billy," came from overhead. "As you can see, our little friend is caged and has been for a week now. Would you like to see him get uncaged and rub out his first load in a week?" Cheers that rivaled a stadium of football fans made goosebumps all over my body. Rick stepped into the ring of light with me. "Give us a good show Billy."
With that Rick unlocked my cage and freed my little cock. As he stood back up he whispered in my ear, "Remember, have fun with it. Get a good fantasy in your head."
Usually, such an audience would have me hiding my little soldier, but something had changed in me of the past week. Maybe it was having my inhibitions forcibly removed, maybe if you fill somebody with that much cum it changes their brain, or maybe I was finally becoming myself, whatever it was, I proceeded to put on a show.
My little cock stood at attention as I came down to my knees and started stroking by thrusting my cock into my hand. I could feel the circle of men constrict around me. Then I changed to a doggy-style position and pushed my cock back so they could get a good look at my hole while I stroked. The position that garnered the most reaction was when I simply got on my back with my legs spread and stroked. I hadn't been able to touch my dick in so long and it felt so good. I was surprised I lasted the ten minutes that I did. On my back with my boots planted on the ground and my hips raised into a bridge position, I shot the biggest load I'd ever produced. It went everywhere, on my stomach, my chest, my face, even a glob landed above my head.
I laid there for a moment to catch my breath and rubbed the mess all over my smooth body, then I licked my hand clean, and then, just when they thought I might be done, I licked the cum off the floor that had landed above my head. The crowd went wild as two pairs of leather boots walked into the spotlight with me. When I looked up, I saw the boots contained a white naked man in a mask and a black naked man in a mask. It took a second and then I recognized the giant cocks protruding from their bodies, it was Jesse and Dom.
The crowd continued to cheer as a crawled towards them and started sucking their cocks. The men hooted and hollered as I stretched my mouth around them. Soon, Jesse laid down on the floor and propped his hard cock so it stood straight up. Dom picked me up and positioned me over Jesse. He whispered in my ear, "You want it rough?"
"Always."
He raised his masked face to the crowd, "Hope I don't drop him on that big dick."
Instantly the crowd started chanting, "DROP HIM! DROP HIM!"
Dom followed their request and I screamed as I slammed down onto Jesse's big cock. While Jesse had a little precum on the tip of his cock, it was, in no way, enough to coat the entirety of it. My hole already ached from all the cock I'd had in it lately, but this amped it up to a searing pain. Dom shoved his cock into mouth, looked down, and said, "Come on bitch, show these men how you ride your cousin's cock. Give them a good show."
The pain slowly subsided and I was able to get my feet under me so I could more easily bounce up and down on Jesse. Even with a bunch of strangers cheering around him, Jesse still came quickly.
Dom bent down and said, "Squeeze his load out onto his stomach and lick it off."
I followed his orders and even cleaned off Jesse's cock. I was surprised how many of the men mentioned the limitations of their wives and girlfriends. Are there really this many closeted men? As I was finishing Jesse's cock off, he surprised the crowd, but not me, but developing another erection.
Dom lifted my ass up and shoved his cock into me while I continued sucking on Jesse. He pounded me hard and I could hear pudgy white men commenting on the size of his cock. He must have heard them, because he bent over, picked me up under my arms, and walked us over in front of the men, all the while still pounding my hole. "Hey friend, grab his ankles for me so you can get a good look at that big nigga dick going in and out of this little white boy." I moaned and bit my lip as I stared into the man's eyes and he stared in amazement at Dom's cock stretching my hole.
Once Dom was sure he'd expressed his dick dominance to the man, he carried me back into the spotlight, where Jesse was now standing. Dom lowered me so my feet were on the ground and bent me over to continue sucking Jesse.
Soon, I felt the familiar swelling of Dom as he neared orgasm. As he shot his load he only kept the tip inside me, at first I didn't understand why, but then he said, "Push it out bitch."
I pushed his load into his hand. He then grabbed my head and forced me into a kneeling position with his free hand. "Open up!" I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as Dom made a ramp out of his hand for his load to slide into my mouth.
As I licked his hand clean, Jesse grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto his cock.
"You getting close," Dom asked.
"Man, I'm always close."
Dom turned to the audience, "Where should he shoot? On his face, on his ass, in his ass, in his mouth?"
The resounding answer to his question was my face. Jesse took his dick out of me and I knelt in front of him. Two pumps and another of his massive loads was covering my face. The crowd cheered.
"Any one of you bitches man enough to take your dick out and add to it?" Apparently Dom was still pissed about the pudgy white man's comments about his skin color.
The tall white dad I recognized from the video booth a few nights ago wasted no time unzipping his pants and rubbing one out all over my face. I guess all it took was one guy to start them off, because after that, there was a line of men waiting to cum on my face.
Covered in cum, I couldn't see the bar, but I could hear the sounds of patrons getting quieter and quieter. They must have had to get home early so they could go to church in the morning and confess their sins. Although, I don't remember there being any mention in the Bible of participating in bukkake being a sin.
I was intrigued at the different scents different cum gave off. Cheesy, eggy, a few like Clorox, they all stepped up and shot onto my face as their predecessors ran down my neck, chest, and back.
A few men still remained when I felt Dom wipe my eyes off. "Damn, you're fucking glistening."
I smiled and opened my eyes and he tossed the cloth at me to finish myself off. "What else is on the agenda?"
"Some of the regulars want to you to join them at the bar."
I got up and finished cleaning myself off then walked over to ten men standing by the bar while the bartender started to clean up for the night.
A man in his fifties, wearing a pastel pink shirt, khakis, and loafers with tassels was the first to speak. "Hey, there's out little cum rag. You have a fun night Billy?"
"Yeah, that was hot."
He placed a hand on my ass and my cock sprang out from my body. "Damn, looks like you're ready for more."
"Always sir."
A man from behind me said, "Damn Ted, why'd you have to go and get him hard like that, now I'm hard again."
The bartender interrupted them, "I don't know what you all got planned, but I lock up in a half an hour."
Ted cocked an eyebrow at me, "Think you can take ten loads in a half hour?"
I cupped his crotch with my hand, "That's really up to you men." His dick jumped in my hand.
"Turn around and lay over that barstool."
I heard him unzip and felt his cock slide into me while one of the other regulars stuck a cock in my mouth. They all took turns in my mouth and my ass. I collected four in my mouth and six in my ass. None of them were a challenge for either hole after the week I'd had.
The last one finished and the bartender yelled out he was closing in five minutes. I used a couple bar napkins to wipe myself up. I realized I was now alone and naked, with the bartender. Fear made my heart pound away in my chest. Had I been abandoned?
"Excuse me, have you seen Rick?"
"He's out back in his truck getting some shut eye. You'll have to walk around, I already locked the back."
"Thanks."
I walked out into the parking lot wearing just a collar, leash, and boots, with the bartender hot on my heels. Hearing him turn the key in the door and knowing I might be on my own scared the shit out of me. I walked around the building in the dark, passing a dumpster and an old shopping cart. Turning the corner, the relief I felt seeing the old brown pickup was indescribable. I tapped on the window and woke Rick.
I got in and he'd grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans out of my bag for me to put on. "You can put those on when we get closer to the airport. The cost of the ride is a blow job." He winked at me and I dived into his crotch to give my last California blow job for a while.
At the airport, I got out and waved goodbye to Rick with a wad of bills in my hand I’d retrieved from the boots I’d been wearing and walked into the San Jose airport to find my flight back to New York, back to reality. So many thoughts ran through my head as I sat waiting with the other passengers to board. Could I be a prostitute in New York? How would I find the straight men like Collin had found? Do I smell that strongly of cum or is it just because a room of men jacked off on my face?
I reached in my bag to find a roll of mints, but instead found an envelope. Inside was a bunch of bills and a note.
Baby Brother,
Here's a grand to help with school. Dom said Wade (white guy, poker party, BIG dick) will get you set up in New York when he comes out next. Sorry, I couldn't be there for your grand finale, but I had a date with Jessica. She's got better tits than you, but I bet she can't suck a dick as good.
Collin
Suddenly all the questions vanished from my mind and all I could think about was that big white dick rearranging my insides.
