The sudden, harsh flicker of a fluorescent overhead light jolted me awake.
It was the exact same room. The only difference was that now, I was the one completely paralyzed. I was restrained flat on the bed, my wrists tightly bound together above my head. My legs were spread wide open and strapped to the posts in a brutally degrading spread-eagle position, completely exposing my hole to the room.
I glanced around frantically. The same crowd of men was still there, but Lin Xiu was gone.
Taking a deep breath, I forced my voice to remain steady. "What the hell is this? I'm not a bottom."
Brother Shen casually strolled over to the side of the bed. "I know, I know. You're just here to play the hero and save your boyfriend."
"What boyfriend? I don't know anyone here."
"Sigh." Shen shook his head in mock disappointment.
"To keep those two little sluts in check, I went through every single message and photo on their phones. Drop the act."
A sudden, intense wave of heat rushed to my head, making my vision swim. I fell silent for a moment, fighting through the haze to keep my focus.
"Where is Lin Xiu?"
"I let him go. Don't worry, he has no idea you were even here. That slutty pup has a surprisingly fierce temper. If he knew what we were about to do to you, he might have actually snapped and done something desperate to take us down with him."
I turned my head to look at Shen. He was leisurely lounging on the sofa, casually chatting with me while sporting a rock-hard erection.
I stared at his dick, my mind momentarily slipping into a strange, detached daze. I violently shook my head to clear the fog, forcing a cold, threatening glare.
"I can take you down with me, too."
"I highly doubt that. A man with your level of social standing and career prestige? You don't have the guts to ruin your own life."
"You've been playing God with college kids for so long you've lost touch with reality, haven't you? You know exactly what I do for a living. Do you really have a death wish?"
My entire body was burning up now. By the time I forced the last word out, my voice was visibly trembling.
Shen stood up, walked over, and gently stroked my cheek.
"Such a handsome face. Such a fierce, arrogant expression."
He pulled his thick, half-erect cock out and began casually rubbing it against my cheek.
"I know you're a tough, alpha muscle stud, Brother Jian. That's why I specifically gave you a double dose of aphrodisiacs. We have to make sure you're properly serviced, don't we?"
Without another word, he violently shoved his thick cock straight past my lips and down my throat. He clapped his hands sharply.
"Little Yun, the rest of you, get over here. It's time to take very good care of Brother Jian."
Little Yun, the other bottom who had just been getting railed, obediently crawled between my spread legs and eagerly began to suck my cock. At the same time, countless pairs of hands descended on me, aggressively tweaking my nipples and groping my thick thigh muscles.
The raw, pungent musk of Shen's cock suffocating my mouth completely hijacked my brain, and an unnatural, agonizing heat began to boil just beneath my skin.
Shen leaned in close, his voice a low, mocking whisper against my ear.
"Brother Jian, the aphrodisiacs are already in your system. There's no escaping this, so you might as well just enjoy it. Don't worry, it's just the drugs making you act like this. It doesn't mean you're actually a cheap slut... right?"
My sanity began to collapse like a rapid avalanche.
In the final, fleeting second of rational thought, my mind flashed back to the very first time I was fucked by Wang Yuqiang. The "drugs" from that night were absolutely nothing compared to this chemical inferno.
Maybe... maybe Wang really had just split a normal Viagra with me after all...
Suddenly, the foul-tasting, musky meat shoving down my throat became impossibly appetizing. The rough, violating friction of strangers' fingers scraping across my skin felt like intoxicating currents of electricity, making my entire muscular frame violently quiver with pleasure.
Feeling the irrepressible tremors wracking my body, one of the men nearby let out an excited gasp.
"Damn, Shen. This slut is already getting fired up."
The next second, my nipples were pinched and twisted with such brutal force that my entire back arched off the mattress like a drawn bow. Even with a massive cock choking me, a high, filthy scream tore its way out of my throat.
"Little Yun, go rim our Brother Jian," Shen commanded. "Make sure his first time getting wrecked here feels real good."
An alien, electrifying sensation instantly hit my exposed rear. Little Yun's hot, wet tongue completely overwhelmed my entrance, causing my sphincter to uncontrollably spasm and contract. He pushed his tongue forward with desperate enthusiasm, trying to probe deep inside my hole.
But rather than bringing me pleasure, the rimming only carved out a massive, agonizing void.
The overwhelming, chemically induced lust boiling in my blood suddenly found its target. My slutty hole began to violently quiver in absolute anticipation, completely hollow, desperately waiting for a massive cock to finally arrive and fill it.
"Heh. This slutty hole is practically begging to be fucked." Catching my involuntary reactions, Shen smirked.
"Untie him. We don't need the restraints anymore."
Once my limbs were freed, I just knelt there, completely dazed. Shen moved in close, wrapping his arm around my waist. While one hand aggressively toyed with my nipples and stroked my cock, he guided my head, forcing me to systematically suck off the men standing around the bed, one by one.
He leaned in close, whispering directly into my ear. "You dirty slut. Do you want to get fucked?"
Summoning the absolute last shred of my willpower, I didn't answer. I just weakly shook my head.
"Oh, wow. Brother Jian really is a true alpha man! Come here, Little Yun. Help your Brother Jian relieve some of that chemical fire. Once he's done, we'll let him go home."
Little Yun eagerly scrambled onto my lap, straddling my hips and sinking his hole down onto my cock in a full lotus position. My hands instinctively grabbed his ass, guiding him up and down. Judging by his completely blissed-out expression, my massive dick was currently sending him straight to heaven.
But this exact sight, which would normally send my ego and arousal through the roof, had completely lost its magic. My cock felt entirely numbed, as if the simple friction of thrusting could no longer register any genuine pleasure. If anything, the action only made the agonizing emptiness in my own ass feel a hundred times worse.
"Does that feel good, Brother Jian? Are you going to go home as soon as you cum?" Shen mocked.
Watching Little Yun cry out in absolute, slutty ecstasy right in front of me, a sudden, dark wave of jealousy and resentment surged in my chest.
Why does he get to enjoy the pleasure of being serviced by a massive cock, while I'm stuck here doing all the work to fuck him?
"No... it doesn't feel good at all."
"Haha. Then how exactly are we supposed to help you feel good? Should we find a few more sluts? Maybe call Lin Xiu back in here so you can fuck him?"
"No..."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want you... I want you to fuck me."
"You cheap whore!"
Shen delivered a vicious, ringing slap across my face. The sheer force of the blow sent me toppling sideways, knocking Little Yun right off my lap. My cheek burned with a sharp, stinging pain, but shockingly... the violence only made me more aroused.
"Stop acting so tough, you're nothing but a cheap, cock-hungry slut. Your pathetic dog-dick is completely numbed by the aphrodisiacs! You really thought you could still fuck?" Shen spat, his voice dripping with venom.
Right after that, he stood up and planted his bare foot violently down on my cock. He pressed his entire body weight onto it, crushing my meat. The sharp, blinding pain instantly morphed into a twisted, electrifying rush of pleasure.
"Isn't this the only way you can feel anything?"
"Yes... I feel it."
"That's because this is a cheap dog's dick, you mutt. It doesn't deserve to fuck holes. The only way it can feel anything is when your big-cock Daddies step on it and play with it like a toy. Do you understand me!?"
Smack. Another vicious backhand cracked across my face.
The two consecutive slaps left my ears ringing and my head spinning, yet the heavy swelling in my groin only intensified to an unbearable degree.
Every single word Shen spat at me was the absolute truth.
This massive dick of mine, the same one that had conquered countless slutty holes, always standing tall and arrogant, was now experiencing god-tier pleasure while being ruthlessly crushed beneath his foot.
Even the purple, bulbous head that had been worshipped by so many cheap pups was now leaking thick, clear strings of pre-cum under the agonizing pressure of his foot.
So, I obediently repeated his words. "Yes. This dog-dick only feels good like this."
"You just begged your Daddies to fuck you. So what are you supposed to do?" Satisfied with my submission, Shen continued to toy with me.
My mind flashed back to the countless desperate, thirsty bottoms I had fucked in the past. Following their exact blueprint, I lay back on the mattress, spreading my legs wide open, presenting my pink, exposed hole directly up at Shen.
"Please, Daddy Shen, fuck me."
"You fucking retarded mutt," Shen sneered, grinding his heel harder into my dick. "You think you just get to demand your Daddy fuck you? Do you even know how to be a proper dog? Do I have to teach you everything?"
"I don't know how... please teach me, Daddy Shen."
My cock throbbed with a mix of sharp pain and desperate heat, leaving me no choice but to completely surrender to his script.
"First of all, I am your fucking real Daddy. I am your Master. I am the man who broke you into a slutty dog. And all these men standing around you? They are your stray Daddies. Do you recognize them?"
"I recognize them. Hello, Master. Hello, stray Daddies."
I followed his command perfectly, greeting the circle of men staring down at me. A wave of mocking laughter erupted through the crowd, with several guys praising Shen for his top-tier dog-training skills.
"Well, I guess this dog isn't completely retarded. Now, kneel down and serve your Master."
I turned around, dropping to my knees directly in front of Shen. He immediately planted one foot on the back of my head, crushing my face down onto his other foot.
"Lick!"
The pungent, suffocating smell of stale foot sweat instantly rushed straight to my head. My initial, deeply ingrained instinct was to pull away in disgust, but Shen brutally stomped his foot directly into my open mouth.
Someone from the crowd lunged forward, pinning me down and clamping a hand over my nose, forcing me to breathe entirely through Shen's damp, musky sock.
"You cheap mutt. This is your fucking Daddy's scent. Brand it into your memory!"
My Daddy's scent... so this is what my Daddy smells like? No wonder the masculine musk is so intoxicating...
I wrapped my arms around Shen's foot, frantically breathing it in, my tongue desperate and diligent. My eager worship drew wave after wave of satisfied groans from him.
The five or six pairs of eyes surrounding us were all locked onto me, watching me moan and drool as I worshipped a man's foot.
Moments later, Shen kicked me flat onto my back, using his bare feet to systematically degrade and train me.
From their perspective, the visual was absolute perfection: a hyper-masculine, built muscle stud pinned beneath their heels. This alpha's massive, arrogant dick had been reduced to nothing but a foot-massager for real men, and his handsome, stoic face was completely warped by sheer, slutty ecstasy as he endlessly lapped at their dirty feet.
Every single forceful stomp or sharp kick drew a breathy, filthy grunt from this hulking muscle stud. The bulbous head of his cock relentlessly leaked pre-cum, finding god-tier sexual pleasure while entirely enveloped in the foul stench of foot sweat and the brutal friction of flesh against flesh.
"You total slut. Tell me, what are you doing right now?"
"I'm... serving my Daddy's feet."
"Haha. For your first time acting like a dog, you're pretty fucking slutty. Not bad. How do you want Daddy to reward you?"
"I want... I want Daddy to fuck me."
At the mere mention of a reward, my body violently jolted upright with desperate anticipation.
"Daddy's dick is way too big. I'll fuck you later. Go on. Go beg your stray Daddies. Let them take turns wrecking you first."
Even though I didn't get my Master Shen's massive cock, which was what my drug-addled brain craved the most, I had finally been granted permission to get fucked.
A massive surge of manic excitement flooded my system. I immediately scrambled over to the surrounding circle of "stray Daddies," begging them to use my hole, dropping my head between their thighs to feverishly suck their cocks.
"Shen, let me go first. My dick is about to explode just looking at how slutty he is. I fucking love wrecking these 'macho' types. The contrast is insane. Honestly, he's even sluttier than his boyfriend," one of the men in the crowd called out.
"Alright, Little Feng, you're up. Go take good care of our Brother Jian," Shen commanded.
"You got it."
The man grabbed my leash-imaginary collar and led me onto the bed. He was about 5'9", sporting a buzz cut and a lean, wiry frame, with a slightly thuggish look to him. But none of that mattered anymore. He was a man. He had a dick. That was literally the only thing in the universe I cared about right now.
I sized up his cock, about 6 inches, average girth, and a rush of desperate anticipation hit me. He slipped into my slut-hole effortlessly. Just like Shen had bragged, whatever variant of the "Bottom-prep" capsule he had fed me was incredibly potent; my hole was already wide open, slick, and desperately waiting.
The very second I felt his cock finally fill that agonizing, empty void, an overwhelming wave of absolute satisfaction washed over my mind and body. My slutty, masculine hole clamped down tight, wrapping around his meat with everything I had, practically leaking its own slick fluids. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a loud, breathless, filthy moan.
"Daddy... Stray Daddy... please, fuck me."
Even in my most depraved, slutty state, my begging was still delivered in a deep, resonant, and unmistakably masculine baritone. The sheer contrast between my powerful, alpha voice and the pathetic, cheap words pouring out of my mouth was intoxicating to them. The surrounding men immediately began shoving their cocks toward my face for me to lick, while others aggressively groped and kneaded my thick muscles.
Beneath me, Little Feng began to thrust rapidly. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of his balls slapping against my ass echoed through the room, while the head of his cock relentlessly battered against my prostate, or rather, thanks to the aphrodisiacs, every single inch of my internal walls felt like one giant, hypersensitive prostate.
"I'm gonna fuck you to death, you cheap slut! Haha, this is my first time wrecking a muscle stud this built. Absolute top-tier meat. Look at you, all those fucking muscles, a goddamn CEO of your own company, and here you are getting railed by me!"
The explosive sexual pleasure radiating from my hole, combined with Little Feng's degrading verbal abuse, sent me into a high so intense I could barely form a coherent thought.
Seeing me lost in the high, Shen delivered another vicious slap across my face.
"Mutt! Don't just lie there and enjoy it. Bark for me!"
"It feels so good! So fucking good! Daddy Feng is wrecking this cheap dog so well! This cheap dog built all this muscle just so Daddies could play with it!"
Guided by Shen's brutal hand, I let out a loud, shameless string of dirty talk.
"Fuck, I'm exhausted. This cheap mutt's hole is insanely tight. Who's up next?" After barely ten minutes of thrusting, Little Feng slowed down, completely gassed.
The second I felt the pleasure fading and that agonizing emptiness creeping back into my hole, my entire body broke out in a cold sweat. I immediately scrambled up.
"I'll ride Daddy. Let me serve Daddy."
Before he could even react, I grabbed his legs, forced them apart, and sank my heavy, muscular frame right down onto his dick, aggressively bouncing up and down.
"What an absolute slut! I didn't expect the aphrodisiacs to make him this desperate. Or maybe all these alpha muscle studs are just massive, slutty bottoms deep down inside."
The surrounding men erupted into a chorus of mocking laughter.
Yes. That's exactly what I am. A slutty muscle-bottom.
The drugs had completely dissolved my sanity. The only thought left in my brain was finding cock to scratch the maddening itch deep inside my slut-hole. After riding Little Feng relentlessly for a few minutes, I suddenly realized the pleasure was fading again. That's when I noticed him thrashing violently beneath me.
"Get the fuck off me... you cheap whore." I rolled off, and he struggled to crawl away, panting heavily.
"You nearly crushed my fucking thighs, you heavy slut."
Only then did I notice that his dick was completely flaccid, a few pathetic drops of semen leaking from the tip. He had already cum inside me while I was blindly riding him.
Then he is completely useless to me now.
I immediately turned my attention to the rest of the room, frantically crawling around, searching for my next stray Daddy. Cursing at me for being such a desperate slut, the men eagerly took turns, one after another, pounding into me.
In less than half an hour, two more men had dumped their loads deep inside my ass. But their cocks were even smaller than Little Feng's. Ultimately, these pathetic, average dicks were nothing more than temporary pacifiers for the drugs; they couldn't even come close to curing the desperate, burning itch deep in my hole.
I glanced around the room. After a moment of hesitation, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over like a dog to where Shen was taking a smoke break, desperately begging him to fuck me.
Shen actually laughed at my pathetic, groveling display.
"You little slut. You're pretty picky, aren't you? You know exactly who has the biggest cock in the room."
Men like me, Wang Yuqiang, and Shen, we were elite alpha tops.
We were incredibly used to this exact scenario: an utterly unsatisfied, desperate bottom kneeling in front of us, begging to be destroyed.
Only this time, I, the so-called top-tier muscle stud, was the one playing the role of the desperate slut, adding a completely twisted, intoxicating new flavor to the cliché.
Shen spread his legs wide, gesturing for me to mount him. I obediently stuck my tongue out, panting softly as I slowly, inch by inch, sank my hole down onto his massive cock. Just the feeling of sitting on his meat delivered a surge of pleasure that completely eclipsed anything the previous men had given me.
I rested my hands on his broad shoulders, licking his jawline like an eager, devoted mutt.
"Daddy... Master... my real Daddy... this cheap dog's hole only feels good when Daddy fucks it."
"Such a fucking slut."
Shen let out a dark chuckle, gently patting my cheek. He reached over and slipped a blindfold over my eyes before slowly beginning to thrust.
The absolute god-tier pleasure of taking a massive cock lies in its ability to penetrate and crush every single sensitive nerve inside a hole. Especially now, flooded with heavy aphrodisiacs, every single inch he pushed forward sent unimaginable shockwaves of ecstasy through my system. With the blindfold stripping away my sight, my entire consciousness narrowed down to that single point of penetration, multiplying the physical high a thousand times over.
I began rolling my hips, perfectly syncing with Shen's rhythm. I desperately angled my body to ensure that every single one of his thrusts bottomed out, dragging from the very entrance all the way deep past my second ring.
And it wasn't just the physical pleasure, my mind completely surrendered to the degradation. I couldn't stop myself from acting shamelessly cheap: tongue lolling out, panting, and letting out rhythmic barks to match his pounding, completely addicted to the psychological thrill of the contrast.
Getting fucked is one thing. Getting fucked like a cheap, worthless dog is an entirely different high. My mind had long been drowned in an infinite sea of lust.
All I wanted was to stay suspended at this absolute peak of sexual euphoria. My dignity as an alpha top, my real life outside this room, my original plan to save my boyfriend... all of it had completely vanished from my brain.
All I wanted was to use my slut-hole to experience the sheer bliss of massive cocks. All I wanted was to live the rest of my life as a dog, crawling beneath the crotches of real men.
After riding him for a while, my stamina finally gave out. Shen had me lie flat on the sofa while he stood between my legs, initiating a face-to-face missionary assault.
When I used to top, missionary was always my absolute favorite position.
For one, my cock has a natural upward curve; pounding face-to-face guaranteed I would obliterate any bottom's internal defenses. For another, I simply couldn't bear to miss out on watching their expressions warp between pure ecstasy, agony, and desperate struggle.
Now, as the one getting fucked, I realized I also loved taking it face-to-face the most. Shen's cock rode the natural curve of my prostate, grinding relentlessly upward, drawing continuous, breathy moans from my lips.
"You slut. Does it feel better being a dominant top, or a cheap bottom?" Shen asked, driving his hips forward.
"Being a bottom feels better, Master! Being a slut feels so much better! I'm never going to be a top again."
"Fuck you. You built all that muscle, you're tall and handsome, and you're packing a god-tier dick. If all the bottoms you used to wreck found out you weren't topping anymore, wouldn't they be heartbroken?"
"I don't care about them! I don't care! This slut just wants to focus on serving Daddy, on being Daddy's cheap dog!"
The two remaining men who hadn't cum yet swarmed me again. While Shen brutally pounded my hole, I eagerly sucked one cock and stroked the other. The more dick I had my hands and mouth on, the more intensely fulfilled my depraved mind felt.
"You're such a dirty mutt. Getting wrecked by me, yet your dick is still rock-hard. It'd be a shame not to use it. Little Yun, crawl over here!"
Little Yun eagerly scrambled over again. He straddled me face-to-face, slowly sinking his hole down until my massive, throbbing cock was buried deep inside him.
Just like that, the three of us locked into a twisted, triangular machine: I lay flat, Shen stood up to pound my hole, and Little Yun sat on top of me, taking my cock.
Every time Shen thrust forward with brutal force, the impact traveled straight through my body, simultaneously driving my cock deep into Little Yun.
"Ah, you little slut. Getting fucked while fucking someone, tell me, which one actually feels better?"
"Being played with by Daddy feels the best! Ahhh… being used by Daddy to fuck someone else while getting fucked feels so good... ah..."
"Fuck you, slut. I'm going to break you into my own personal dog."
As Shen rapidly accelerated his thrusts, the relentless double-penetration finally pushed me over the edge into a mind-shattering climax. At that exact moment, Shen and Little Yun both came with me. I even felt another hot, sticky load splatter across my skin from someone jerking off nearby.
Shen pulled his cock out, muttering, "Let's take a breather." Little Yun looked completely drained, collapsing limply to the side.
I lay sprawled on the bed, catching my breath, yet my depraved mind was already anticipating the next round of getting wrecked by Shen. After experiencing his massive cock, I had lost almost all interest in the other men in the room.
They were nothing but pathetic pacifiers; only an elite, dominant Master like Shen could...
Right then, the sharp click of the door opening echoed through the room. Someone new had just walked in.
"Well, well. I've invited you so many times, and you finally decided to show up," I heard Shen say.
"Perfect timing. We just broke in a fresh, muscular male dog. Want a turn?"
The newcomer didn't say a word. He walked straight toward the bed and hauled me up. The way he handled my arms was incredibly careful, almost gentle, making sure to only grip me by the joints. For some inexplicable reason, that simple touch sent a wave of genuine affection and warmth through my chest. I didn't even need any foreplay; my body instantly responded.
Falling back on the training I'd just received, I softly murmured, "Daddy."
The man's movements suddenly froze. Then, he reached out and gently patted the top of my head.
Taking that as encouragement, I obediently pulled my knees up to my chest, exposing my hole entirely. "Please, Daddy, fuck this cheap dog."
A low, heavy, ragged breath escaped his lips. The words had clearly set him off. His rough, calloused hand tenderly stroked my cheek, and then, without warning, he delivered a vicious, ringing slap across my face.
"You fucking slut!"
With that curse, his cock brutally drove straight into my slut-hole. That was the moment I realized just how ungodly massive this slab of meat was.
While it was roughly the same length as Shen's, it was significantly thicker. The sheer girth delivered a mind-numbing sense of absolute fullness I had never experienced before. My internal walls were stretched so tight I could actually feel the thick, pulsing veins throbbing along his shaft.
Just from the initial penetration alone, I felt like this man had completely conquered me. But as he began to thrust, I quickly realized that was barely scratching the surface.
At first, he held me close while he fucked me. His heavy, solid, muscular arms pinned me down as he leaned his entire upper body over mine. Every so often, he would bite down hard on my shoulder. His hot, ragged, aggressively masculine pants blew directly past my ear, sending violent shivers straight through my brain.
Restricted by the intimate angle, he didn't pound me wildly. Instead, he delivered slow, methodical, agonizingly deep thrusts, grinding against my deepest spot over and over. Wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me, turning me sluttier and making me feel unbelievably good.
He had me pinned so securely beneath him that only my hands were free to move. I instinctively reached up and gripped his arms. The rock-hard, dense feel of his massive biceps only fired my nerves further. A deep, twisted thrill blossomed in my chest, the intoxicating high of being completely dominated, overpowered, and crushed beneath a true muscle stud.
"Are you ready, you cheap dog?" he asked, his voice low and dark.
I adjusted my position slightly and nodded eagerly. Right then, he pulled out a small brown bottle of poppers, holding it directly under my nose, commanding me to inhale. I obediently took two deep hits, held my breath exactly as he instructed, and then slowly exhaled.
Right at the tail end of that exhale, at the exact moment when my mind and muscles were the most deeply relaxed, he abruptly launched a savage, merciless assault. A high, filthy scream tore from my throat, instantly drawing the attention of every single man in the room.
The deafening, rapid-fire smack, smack, smack of flesh colliding echoed violently off the walls, perfectly syncing with the chaotic symphony of my breathless, slutty moans.
Within just a few thrusts, his massive meat launched me straight to the absolute peak of sexual euphoria, and he refused to let me come down. He kept me suspended right there on the edge, forcing me through rolling waves of continuous orgasms.
His relentless, perfectly paced, powerful, and enduring pile-driving left me entirely speechless. I could do nothing but lie there, completely overwhelmed, as my useless dog-dick involuntarily erupted with a messy mix of piss, pre-cum, and semen.
It was a profound, unspoken synergy, as if the souls of two men were violently fusing together. Without needing a single word, I knew with absolute certainty that I belonged entirely to this muscle stud. Even my body was subconsciously rewiring itself, adapting just to please him.
Usually, if a slutty bottom wants to learn how to actively push their hole out, to "pink sock" or prolapse slightly around a cock, they need a dominant top to ruthlessly pound them for an extended period just to find the right muscle control.
Right then, perfectly matching his brutal rhythm, I desperately pushed outward. Without even realizing it, I naturally mastered the technique. Catching the dark chuckle and satisfied grunts escaping his lips, I knew I had pleased him. That validation only made me throw myself into it harder, pouring my entire soul into serving him, into satisfying him.
"Holy shit... it's already been over thirty minutes..." someone in the crowd muttered in disbelief.
It took another solid ten minutes before his brutal, pile-driving rhythm finally began to slow. As the blinding high slowly ebbed away, my brain gradually began to reboot.
Throughout that long, agonizingly perfect session, I had become almost entirely certain of the muscle stud's identity. Desperate for confirmation, I reached up to rip the blindfold off. But his heavy hand immediately clamped over mine, stopping me.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he dropped his voice to a nearly inaudible whisper:
"It's me. Pretend you don't know who I am. Follow my lead, and play along."
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