Chapter 5: Resolution
Todd helped Benny into the leather string, leaning close to his friend and whispered, "You're going to have the best night of your life, bud."
Benny felt a stream of piss hit his naked hole. Bradley was pissing all over him.
Benny moaned wantonly as his coworker's hot stream splattered against his entrance, burning him with a brand of pleasure so intense.
Todd opened the door to their sex room and you could hear the crowd outside. through the dimly lit sex club, their moans ricocheted off the perspiring walls, blending with the driving basslines of the pulsating music that played on. The surroundings carried an atmosphere thick with lust and indecency, as couples pressed together in dance, dry-humping and mouthing obscenities to each other.
Todd motioned for people to join them.
Their first volunteer, Maxwell, a square-jawed enigma of emotions, approached, freeing Bradley to lead the gangbang that would forever change the trajectory of Benny's life.
Bradley's eyebrow arched with primal lust as he wiped his piss-stained hand on his gym shorts. "You look like you're ready and thirsty, I'll grant your wish." Bradley moved to Benny's face and unleashed more piss all over his face. He gulped down as much as he could.
Maxwell began to rim Benny's hole. He flicked his tongue, teasing and prodding, savoring the taste of warm piss on Benny's skin. Benny shuddered beneath his touch, squirming in the sling as Bradley shoved his cock in Benny's mouth, and Todd looked on, eagerly awaiting his turn.
Todd stroked his thick cock, emboldened by the scent of the room that was now enveloped in the aroma of musk, sweat and a whiff of piss. He walked up to his friend and started pissing, soaking everyone. Bradley smirked and grabbed Benny's head, forcing his cock deep down his throat until he gagged and tears streamed down his cheeks. The filthy taste of unwashed cock invaded his senses as he gagged and sputtered around it, spit dripping down his chin and onto his chest.
Todd joined in, pushing Maxwell aside to take his place. "I wanna see your fucking hole when it's gaping open and raw," he growled, pushing a finger inside Benny without warning.
Benny gasped and writhed, trying to accommodate the invasion, but the unexpected intrusion burned, like raw sandpaper scraping against his sensitive insides.
Todd yanked on the straps that held Benny's legs in the air, forcing them further apart and splaying him wide open.
Bradley's chest rumbled with laughter. "Fuck, dude, you're like a bitch in heat." He spit in Benny's open mouth.
Todd placed his the tip of his cock head at Benny's hole. The tender skin stretched to accommodate the plum-sized head. "Christ, you're tight!" he exclaimed.
Bradley stepped into the light, doubled-fisted cocks spraying, torrents of hot piss streaking against Benny's throat. Benny swallowed encountered each shot with primal eagerness.
Todd plunged inside Benny, his long, thick inches tearing up his unused, tight walls, sending a bolt of pain and pleasure straight to his brain. Todd gripped his hips, yanking him back and forth as their bodies slammed together.
The sling creaked under their weight, rebounding and crying out as if in anguish. Their grunts accompanied each powerful thrust, reverberating through the club and drawing the attention of onlookers.
Benny's breathy whimpers filled the air, muffled by the flesh stuffed in his eager mouth. His moans brought more men in the room.
They surrounded his sprawled figure, stroking their hard cocks, eager to partake in the feast.
One by one, they claimed their share of him: a crooked tooth man with tattooed bulging arms; a slender guy with a slender dick; a curly-haired muscle bear.
Their sweat mingled, a heady pheromonal cloud drowning Benny further into a surrendering abyss of visceral sensations.
He felt alive, a jolt of raw ecstasy surging through his veins with every vicious sinking of their cocks into his ravaged body.
The curly-haired beefcake - Tyson according to the nameplate on his harness - bent to claim Benny's mouth savagely, swallowing his cries whole as their bare skin slapped, a frantic symphony of decadence.
A stranger, sinewy and tall, knelt before him, linebacker shoulders beefy enough to split Benny's thighs wider.