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Do I need to tell you where it was? I mean the whole point about posting this online was for anonymity. The instant I tell you anything, be it which city, what route, the interstate, a nearby landmark or hell even the real name of the gas station it was at, you'd find it within a heartbeat and my little dirty oasis in the middle of nowhere could be potentially clamouring with all sorts. Fuck, I reckon if I even let slip the fucking stars I could see you'd figure it all out, so for now, let's just say this station called 'The Watering Hole' was about two to three hours out from 'Here', where I live, and 'There' which is about an eight hour drive away. It's a real secluded spot, only truckers on long hauls and wayward men trundling through the back roads of a dusty country ever frequent it.

Which is great, because those are exactly the types of guys I like; the greasy, sleazy, horny kind, the sort that will fuck you hard up the ass and then politely ask for you to clean their pecker off before they stuff it back down their pants and walk off on their merry way whistling a tune like the whole thing never happened. See, guys like that, they don't get caught up with some ethical dilemma of whether it makes them gay or not to let a nineteen year old boy slide one of his ample holes over their meat, so long as their balls are drained and the cum cleaned up, that's all they want.

I think I should explain. If you've gotten this far and haven't already closed the tab, then I guess I've grabbed your interest. It's just I don't have anybody to talk about this with. It's like one of those secrets that you're just dying to tell someone - anyone, really - and it's burning up inside you but you've got no idea who should be the one to hear. Well that's what's happening now. As if I'm going to give you my real name, let's just call me 'Lance' so we can be done with it - yeah, Lance, that's a good name, let's stick with that. So I'm Lance, I'm a college student, currently studying at some state university - not important - and I'd like to say I'm a relatively good looking guy. I mean, I don't get that many dates - any at all, really - but I've had guys say I could snag somebody easily. I try to believe them but when I look in the mirror all I see is a plain old donkey, a little chubby maybe where I shouldn't be, only so tall, but really nobody's perfect right? Anyway, this is all beside the point but I think it just gives a little context to what I'm about to admit to next, because otherwise people are just gonna think I'm a slut who hikes out to gas stations in the middle of nowhere for men who really nobody should be attracted to, at least nobody my age.

If you haven't put two and two together by now, I'm just gonna be blunt: I let men twice my age, old enough to my dad really, use me. Now it's not because that's what turns me on most... Well, maybe it does turn me on, but it's not why I started. See, when you're in college, there's pressure all around you to either hook up or start dating, and when neither of the two happens there's a thin air of scrutiny around you. It's not overt, never would anyone admit to it, but your family'll ask questions when you come to visit like have you met anyone yet or if anybody's taken your fancy. Friends will swap and share stories but when it comes to your turn they clam up, and that look of suppressed pity on their faces cuts you so deeply. Then there's the fucking hormones, which just drives you insane because you're so bored of wanking into your own paw and cleaning yourself up with tissues, knowing you're wasting an opportunity to get some real sex. In the end you just sorta... snap. You get so worked up and frustrated that you resort to desperate measures. Now I've seen stories where that's meant sleeping with the guy you absolutely despise yet you know they've got a big dick or where you'll actually go out and buy someone for the night, just to have the pleasure of the experience. But not me, oh no, I had to go do something way worse.

The first time I did it, must have been early evening, I heard of The Watering Hole out in the middle of this road and I got in my car and I drove. By the time I got there it was getting fairly dark, lots of trucks had pulled up to sleep for the night, and like some kind of thug I skulked about until I meandered my way into the gas station's toilets. It was one of them old buildings, where the bathroom was joined on to the main store, so you had to go round out back once you picked up the key from the cashier. Only this place and its reputation meant that the key was looped around a string hanging by the door with a none too subtle warning telling men who are faint of heart to try and piss in the bushes. I could remember my heart thundering the very first time I stepped inside, the lingering stench of piss in the air, the smell of sweat and musk just oozing from the very brickwork, it was... yeah, it was arousing. I don't like to admit it, but hell, it was like walking into an overcrowded locker room after a big match, or finding yourself at the gym watching men lift weights. It's that kind of feeling, just the potent, primal masculinity that seemed to irradiate the place. It gets to you...

I spent barely a few hours there, only got one or two guys, but my nerves got the better of me and I fled once it became too much. I won't get into the details over the kind of emotional rollercoaster I went through as I questioned my actions and fought the temptation to go back against the need to feel clean and normal, but yeah, temptation's a bitch and apparently I have incredibly low standards, so hurray for my sex life at least.

There's something special about The Watering Hole. Now, I don't really know how it began, stuff online is sketchy at best, but part of me reckons that it was started by a gay guy who bought the gas station back in the fifties when both liking and owning a dick was something people didn't talk about. So this dude, this magnificent man, decided he would drill some perfectly sized holes in the dividing walls of the bathroom stalls in the toilets behind the station. From there I can only assume the place has seen thousands of men over the decades sticking their cocks through them holes like no tomorrow, which finally brings me to the present day, with me.

You're probably asking yourselves: okay great, now we've had the history lesson and you've admitted to being a slut of a donkey who likes anonymous daddies, what's the story? Well, it was just last week when it happened...

Usually I'll go to The Watering Hole maybe once every week because, like a vampire who needs to drink blood or a celebrity on reality television who needs to be seen on camera, I need to have my fix of daddy dick. I try not to make too big a deal of it, be real discreet like, you know? I'm fairly sure the clerks behind the counter recognise my car and face as I pull up and get out - probably resent me too for only ever buying mints after I'm done too - but I try not to think about it. I always go at a certain time too, when I know there's not many people about so I can claim my stall but just before a big rush usually comes in. Now I have to get a certain stall because it's important, since there's only two holes and three cubicles. Again, if you can't figure it out, whichever lucky bastard gets the middle stall is essentially the cum dump for whoever rolls by and happens to want to relieve themselves in the 'other' way. It should therefore come as no surprise that the ass is a bottom. I just don't really get much from getting my prick sucked, or sticking it up some other guy's back passage. Sometimes I wonder if I'd even need a dick at all and could just get all my orgasms from getting railed hard. When I do go, and so long as my stall is free - though I should mention, I basically just wait until it is, even if it means sitting around in the middle of a hot desert road just watching to see who emerges from behind the gas station - custom is usually regular. You'll get the thoroughfare of truckers who clearly need to just unload and are happy there's a willing ass to take it, but then you'll also get the fellow creeps like me who know about this place for the gloryholes, so we all venture out to grab our fix. Beyond that, anybody else is a rarity. I reckon the male employees must slink round the back on a 'smoke break' sometimes when they know somebody's in there and they're feeling antsy, but I've never really seen anything out of the ordinary.

That was, until last week.

Wow, the suspense. I'm just really ramping it up, aren't I? So I should stop dawdling and just get on with the juicy bits, right? Because let's face it, by this point you've all got your dicks out with one paw wrapped around it nursing a semi as you consider whether maybe you'll actually cum to this post or another. Am I close? I'm close, aren't I? Well, I won't keep you waiting any longer...

I pulled up, like usual, and I gave myself a quick check over. It was a pretty pointless endeavour, I realise, since nobody's gonna see me, but let's just say I like to keep up appearances. Anyway, I'm parked up and I step out into the high midday sun. I mean, it was beating it down hard. Hot as fuck and already I can feel a damp sweat building down my back and under my arms. Now us donkeys aren't the most fragrant of species, we're technically in that 'livestock' category of animals, so yeah, I could already catch a whiff of myself as I slammed the car door shut and meandered over to the gas station. Only one other truck was parked up, a pick up, not uncommon this time of day really, and the guy was clearly taking his sweet time rifling through a dirty magazine as he pitched himself up against the side of his beat up vehicle. I watched him out of the corner of my eye and he watched me. He was here for some action, and just like myself he wasn't too discreet about it.

Getting closer as I passed where he was parked on my way to the back, I got a better look at him. He was a portly badger, rather round around the waist but hell, I've dealt with worse, and judging by the greying muzzle he must have been into his late forties, maybe early fifties. He had a nice bulge though, made sure I even got a good look at it as he groped himself in plain sight with a meaty paw, sausage fingers wrapping round his package and giving it a mighty squeeze. There was a smell of tobacco about him, not strong, just pervasive, something that clung to the nostrils as you inhaled.

We shared out sidelong glance as I made my way past, but once he was out of my line of sight, I didn't dare turn back. Part of me was afraid to, part of me knew it scared people off, that they rather preferred the idea of just not knowing whether or not I was putting out because I wanted it or putting out because they wanted it and I was forced to. I didn't mind really, I just did what I always did and headed for the bathroom. I walked round the baking hot building, bricks just bursting with the heat, and came to the mottled painted door, green flecks peeling off to reveal the starved, dry wood beneath, half chewed by wild ferals no doubt. A crudely marked sign on the door declared that this was the men's room, though I had yet to find the women's, leaving me to suspect that perhaps the whole bathroom thing was just a ruse, a disguise for the men who frequented this place just as much as I did. In any case, I unlocked the door and made my way in, pushing open on the rusting hinges and slinking inside as if I were indeed sneaking around again like the eighteen year old kid who'd travelled out here one night all those months ago in an act of fevered desperation.

Little had changed since those days except my demeanour. Now I enjoyed the sleazy feeling I got as I stepped into those all too familiar toilets. The place had remained the picture of seediness and revulsion ever since I had first laid eyes on it. The smell still hung upon every particle in the air, and as I took that first step inside, my hoof connecting with the rough tiles, it hit my senses like a wave. It was always worse in the desert heat, the room stewing and simmering with next to no ventilation. I inhaled sharply, as I always did, and shuddered at the flavour of what I'd come to know as masculinity. Raw, unbridled masculinity that made your knees weak and paws clammy as the very thought of some burlier, rugged man just sauntering it at any moment and demanding no strings sex wriggled its way into the core of your brain. There was nothing else like it that could get me going. Not anymore.

The layout was fairly standard. You had a row of basins and a rather shoddy looking dryer mounted to the wall next to them. An all too convenient condom machine was mounted just beside that, and I couldn't really decide what was funnier, that the machine's placement should have been the most lucrative move anyone has ever made, or that it was purely ironic it was there, since nobody ever used it because naturally why should they? Holes don't ask you to sheath it up, they just take and thank whoever's giving it to them for a nice hot load. Actual urinals lined one wall, which I supposed made sense since there would probably be a fraction of guys who genuinely used this restroom for what it was intended for, but I had never once seen any man in there use it properly. Sure I'd seen guys loiter as they've gauged up who'll volunteer for the middle stall, all holding their cocks out their flies without pissing like it's the most inconspicuous thing to do, but never had I seen them actually take a leak. And then there were the stalls themselves, three cubicles constructed to one side of the room. They honestly looked like they'd be lifted right out of a porn set sometimes, just with the whole aesthetic of grunge and graffiti, it gave no room for the imagination as to what exactly went on there.

I sighed. No point in waiting around. The guy from outside would probably be making his way in soon, unless he was genuinely just a creep who liked to hang around in the middle of nowhere touching himself in front of strangers. I made for the middle stall, paw pressing against the smooth wood and blotting out the words 'whore inside' that had been scrawled on in some kind of black marker. I was greeted with the sight of what had to be an old friend by now, the good old defunct toilet. I don't know for what reason, but the middle stall toilet had never functioned in all the time I'd visited this place. Its bowl was stained an uncomfortable off-colour yellow, there was no longer any water sitting inside, and the chain to flush had at some point been broken off and lay snaked along the floor as if it were waiting to be fixed. It wasn't a pretty picture, but I took solace in the fact that at least the toilet seat and its cover were intact, almost brand new if I dared to suggest that any effort went into maintaining this place. But I did have somewhere to sit whilst I waited for men to wander through, so there was always that.

However the main attraction was of course the gloryholes. Carved out of the wood, I don't know how, were two perfectly shaped, rather large openings; tape had been sealed around the edges, probably to prevent splinters in an unfortunate gentleman's delicate areas should he be thrusting himself through said hole too hard. They were at an ideal level, words and messages scribbled along the walls surrounding them, some obvious, some scratched out, others advertising other services, and whatever else had since joined them after my last visit. I'd read them over and over before, just out of curiosity during the lulls, but it was all banal to me. It wasn't what I was there for.

I stripped off, knowing I might be there a while. As much as I didn't like taking it all off in a public restroom, I knew that the chances of me being disturbed were insanely slim, so I shed as much as I could and kept it piled neatly away from the various, unnerving stains. Once I was down to the nude, all I kept on was my jockstrap. Some guys like the idea that I wasn't playing with myself, others didn't, but the jock was versatile enough to satisfy both so I'd just switched my underwear round after the first few visits because it just became easier. I just stood there now, half-naked and groping my own throbbing semi in my jock, as I waited.

Not two seconds later had I locked the stall's door shut did the door to the outside world swing open. There was a stony quiet as somebody stepped in, the whisper of a desert breeze outside punctuated by the sickly screech of hinges squeaking shut. Then came the silence as the restroom was once more plunged into its own solitude, just me sitting on the toilet, heart pounding in my throat, mouth dry and paws clenching, all just waiting and listening with a fierce intensity. I kept my eyes trained on either side, watching the empty spaces that loomed into the other stalls, ears flicking and twitching into the air as I scanned for where the footfalls tread.

He walked to the stall nearest the door, to my left, and I both heard and saw the door swing open and a dark figure step inside. No time was wasted as it was soon followed by the sound of a belt buckle clinking and clattering in haste to get undone, promptly succeeded with the tell-tale give of a zip unzipping. A rustle of fabric later and suddenly something pushed through the hole. A bulge, still in its underwear, was thrust into the gloryhole, already throbbing and stained with a damp spot of pre.

"Come on..." I heard a voice hiss from the other side as my badger friend - at least, I assumed it was him - urged me on, "I've been waiting twenty minutes, hurry up!"

Immediately part of me just wanted to tease the poor guy now. Maybe if I worked him up just right I could get him edging for near enough hour so long as I played my cards right. I bet that would get him all flustered and would keep him from harassing a willing bottom again. We're people too, after all.

But no, that was too much effort, something I didn't want to waste on a guy like him. I was already predicting it in my head that he'd be a quick blower and a one round kind of man, somebody who'd clean up as soon as the last drop of cum had left his balls. That was usually the sort you'd find, you know? Nobody liked to stick around, nobody really cared what was happening for me on the other side. It was better that way, to be fair, it was a courtesy really. You didn't want to waste any of the slut's time in case you really weren't their type, but then again, sometimes - just sometimes, mind - I did want guys to stick around, maybe exchange a phone number or two or get a second round out of them. Though I think that defeats the point of dirty, anonymous fun. Nobody's looking for anything serious on the other side of a gloryhole.

Speaking of which, back to the badger, the guy in a hurry to get his nuts off but apparently not impatient enough to take down his own underwear - like I told you before, you'd get all sorts of sleazy guys. Some just liked the ability to call the shots whilst others liked doing shit their wives would never even dare to do. Whatever floats their boat, I suppose.

I knelt down and pushed my muzzle up into his swelling crotch. The musk hit me first, either he was a real stinky guy or he'd been standing in the sun for far too long and that trouser snake of his had been baking away. It was such a rich smell, like buttery sweat and oily pre, maybe just a touch of piss. I'd come to expect all three usually. It was hot, they were hot, and travelling all the way out here often left one's bladder bursting, so I didn't care really if they stank a little. I mean really I enjoyed it, maybe, I don't know. It was just an intense scenario, on all fours practically all day just taking cock no matter who it is or how disgusting it's gonna be. It's hot.

I heard him moan above me as I ran my tongue over his bulge. He liked that, he liked me teasing him through his underwear. He wasn't the first to be like that, but I just wished maybe he had a bit more of a prominent dick. I remember this one guy, a real fat pig, he'd come in and I'd honestly expected something no bigger than a cocktail sausage, but when he shoves his crotch through the hole and orders me to tease him, it's like he's hiding a fucking salami that's as thick as my wrist and goodness knows how long. By the time he was done with me, I was all hollowed out with pig seed in both ends. That was one hell of a day.

But I didn't have pig guy, I had Mr Badger, and Mr Badger was already preing in his pants as I kissed and slurped up that swollen bulge of his. He was probably of an average size, maybe thicker than most guys, but I would never have known. Because I'm not here to bore you all with some dissatisfying story about how I sucked off the less-than-adequate sleaze ball whilst I wanted for more. No, because you see, things never got that far with him.

I was literally seconds away from yanking down his briefs and just getting to business so I could be done with it, but then I hear - well, I think we both heard it - this low, deep rumble. Like it's a faraway thunderstorm but it's constant, and it's getting closer by every passing second. Only the longer it goes on, the less convinced you are its thunder and the more you begin to think about what it could be. I remember the scene like I was anticipating an earthquake or something, hell maybe a tornado had emerged in the middle of nowhere defying all weather patterns. But we both just sorta freeze there, my tongue pressed to the outline of his balls mid-lick, him holding his breath, and we both just listen to this approaching stampede of a noise. The vibrations are rattling the walls, the building teeming with what almost felt like anticipation, and seconds just tick by real slowly.

There and then, I was at a loss as to what to do. I mean, I was on my knees in a bathroom stall buck naked and just getting started on sucking dick when all of a sudden something ominous starts up. It's not like I can just waltz out of the restroom, jump into my car and drive off into the horizon like it was nothing. I certainly couldn't do what the badger did; he just sucked in his breath with a sharp hiss, muttered the word 'fuck', and hastily scrambled to tuck himself away and dress himself back up. In seconds he was racing out of the toilets and back out into the world where I'd never even know his name. I'd probably never meet him again. Probably best, too.

So that's the scene: there I was, kneeling on the bathroom floor, I'll admit a little terrified at the situation, dressed in nothing but my birthday suit, with some terrifying thing coming. I didn't know what it was, I was just rooted there to the spot, dick throbbing in my jockstrap, trembling as I just waited like an idiot. I was kinda glad I did wait, because it's what happened next that I want to tell you about.

The rumbling finally stopped, though not instantly as you might think, it just more roared even louder still until it was as if it was right outside, then slowly it began to cut out, one by one until it dwindled to nothing. But there was something underneath it, a hum of mumbling, like people were talking outside. I could even make out the occasional cheer or laugh, dirt crunching against the desert floor, footpaws trampling beyond the restroom. I just held my breath as if my life depended on it, ears flicking to hear the sound, just kneeling in front of the gloryhole like it was a thing to do.

That's when it happened, that's when they started to come in.

First it was just three guys. I didn't know who they were at first, but their voices grew louder until suddenly they came slamming through the door. I had no idea what they were chatting about, so I literally just got the burst of conversation as I knelt there like the pervert I probably was,

"-and so I said to her, if you ain't puttin' out no more, I ain't parkin' up her lane."

"And what she say then?" Snickers, that's how I could tell it was three guys for sure, because the first had that twang to his voice, but the other one spoke with better diction, whilst there was a third, more nasally sound beyond the two of them combined. Part of me wanted to get down and count the footpaws I could see, but it was too risky. I couldn't move now, I'd expose myself, I had no idea whether these guys were genuinely here to piss or if they were looking for fun.

"She looks at me all pissed like, like I'd just spat in her coffee, and she says 'Honey, if you think you're the only fella who likes riding my dirt road, you're sorely mistaken.'"

There was a round of boisterous laughter, so loud it seemed to rattle my bones,

"Fuckin' hell, man, that's fuckin' disgustin'!" That third voice, he piped up now, but still snorted out a smirk all the same.

I will just say, before we get any further into the riveting dialogue going between these wonderful gentlemen, I'm just gonna lay down some context that I'll figure out in post. These men, who'd just joined me in the bathroom, were bikers. Just three of what turned out to be many, many other guys who were riding in a convoy down this strip of the country. Now they had just turned in for a quick piss and maybe some 'light' refreshment before hitting the road again, but I think I maybe gave them a change of plans. Anyway, for the sake of naming them to protect what little identity I could glean, I'm just gonna name them by how I experienced them? Kinda like a sneak preview before the main event, if you know what I mean.

The guy from before, the one who had been clearly delivering such a hilarious story about what I could only imagine was some poor woman elsewhere in the world who'd had the fortune of meeting this lovely fellow, spoke up again with a grin to his voice. Let's call him Choker,

"Don't knock anal 'til you tried it, Humper. A pussy'll get tired and you only get to go so deep, plus if the river's runnin' red there ain't no skinny-dippin' in that." I heard the sound of a fly, followed by a heavy stream of piss splattering against beaten metal as Choker relieved himself into the urinal directly outside my stall, "But an ass, that shit's tight as a sweet sixteen jailbait and you can ride her as deep as you like into the outback until those balls o' yours are grindin' up against her cooch."

Somebody stepped up beside Choker, I reckon it was the second guy who'd prompted Choker to keep regaling them with his tale, because he quipped in after the delightful talk about comparing a vagina to an asshole, something I'd never cared to look into personally,

"Choker's right, I'll take an ass any day. Doesn't make me a queer, it's just better and you don't get anybody pregnant." The second guy, I think we'll call him Squealy, let out a heavy sigh as he too began to empty his bladder next to Choker, something which didn't seem to sit so well with the rather prudish Humper,

"Shit guys, come on!" He declared, "Where the hell am I meant to go?"

"Oh fuck off, Humper; just use one of the stalls, for gods' sake."

Whatever Humper said next, I didn't hear it. My heart was pounding in my ears as I just knelt there, practically just a few feet away from men who were oblivious to my existence, let alone my presence at that point. I could have coughed, maybe gotten to my hooves and started to get my shit back on, but I couldn't. I don't know why, but I just continued to kneel there, even as I watched through the hole in the wall as the stall door opened, just like before with the badger, and swing shut again.

"Holy shit..."

My mouth was dry, my eyes trained on the legs of the man who'd just stepped into the stall before me. They were clad in denim, tattered at the knees to reveal grey fur beneath, a chain hanging from the belt loops around the waist, and a pair of heavy duty boots clomping down upon the tiles. They, much like myself, froze in place, Humper stood before me as he clearly could see my muzzle just visible beyond the gloryhole.

Literally this was the most exhilarating moment of my life to date.

"What, what is it?" Squealy asked, sounding almost exasperated, "Fuck's sake man, if you expecting some five-star shitter, you're in for a nasty surprise."

"Oh it's a surprise alright..." Humper drawled, still not moving, "You guys might wanna see this. I thinks we got something here."

"For fuck..." Squealy didn't even finish his sentence. He huffed and tidied himself up before I saw him, or what I assumed was him, step into the same stall Humper occupied. The door was pinned open as the two men peered at me from above, my mouth just inches from the lip of the hole. I didn't know what to do, my mind was just drawing a blank. "Bloody hell."

I licked my lips. Probably not the best thing to do, but it roused the conversation a little,

"What is it?" Choker piped up, "Let me see."

"Nah, go round the other side, see for yourself," Humper said, approaching the wall slightly with a stoop to his legs, maybe trying to get a better view of me, "We got ourselves a slutty treat here, guys."

I heard footsteps thudding around the stalls to the other side, but I daren't turn away from Humper. He can't see me, I don't think. I don't think he even realises I'm a guy, but he's getting a good look at what he can. "She's ready for it too, you can tell. Oh fuck, hell yeah..."

Humper doesn't even need any more provocation or encouragement. Before Choker or Squealy can add in their two cents, Humper's reaching for his fly and unzipping himself. I think he might have been a rat or a rodent of some kind, because when he pulled out his pecker he wasn't the biggest I'd seen, but he didn't have much in the way of pubes and when those balls of his rolled out it certainly made it look large. Without a second thought he pushed it through the gloryhole, smearing his oily head right against my lips as I backed up to give him some space, a hot flush burning on my cheeks with something I can only describe as horny embarrassment. It was so humiliating, having three guys all just watching me probably like some prostitute on business, but it was hot.

"That's it sweetheart, open up for daddy."

I did as he asked, sliding my mouth forward, I took up his cock and drew it into my muzzle. He tasted sweaty, no doubt from a long bike ride in the heat with his grundle rubbing against the running engine. He fitted into my mouth comfortably as I pushed forwards, making room for him as I went, my cheeks filling out with his size until his tip just rested at the very back, the furthest it could possibly go before I might have gagged. I heard him give off a happy sigh, his paw flashing in my periphery as I think he gave his sack a grope before resting those nuts against my chin. He starts to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth, so I let him do the work he wants, keeping my lips tightly sealed around his girth whilst he rides back and forth, dragging his member over my tongue.

"Now that's a fine ass." Choker's behind me, I can hear him and he must have been squatting down to look through the other hole. I can't turn around to face him, so I have no idea what species he is or even what he looks like, but he's definitely at my level, which is slightly terrifying, "Come on, show me those cheeks, lift 'em up here so daddy can have a look."

With my mouth now full of rat cock, there's nothing else for me to do except raise my rump to Choker's hole, letting him get a good view of my behind. The stall's narrow enough so that I can easily fit between both walls without having to stretch or bend over double to fit. Maybe it was designed with the male body in mind, who knows. All it meant for Choker was that he could see my pucker nestled between two globes of flesh, and my jewels hanging below between my thighs. I hear him chuckle, something lusty and bemused behind it,

"Oh it ain't no 'she', that's fo' sure, Humper."

Humper stops in my mouth, but he doesn't retreat. He just holds it there like he's letting it sink in that I'm not a sexy girl as he's picturing in his head,

"Whaddya mean?" He snaps, Squealy snickering behind him, though by now he too has got his dick out, ready to take Humper's place in case the rodent can't handle a bit of flexibility when it came to his sexuality.

"What I mean is, this fag has got two holes he wants fillin' and I doubt he don't care none who fills 'em, since he's not too fussed about keeping his junk hunkered away." From behind me I hear Choker hack up a wad of spit, before I feel a wet, lukewarm splat against my ass. Squealy picks up from where Choker left off as he seems too engrossed now with my behind.

"A hole's a hole, Humps, unless you're too much of a bitch to even fuck a fag's mouth."

My body's burning up as I feel Choker spitting on my hole, and a shudder just rips right through me as I feel fat, heavy fingers prodding at my ass and spreading round that gooey saliva. I want to buck so badly into Choker's paw, but he's teasing me, more focused on riling Humper up and getting him into action.

Slowly, the rat begins to fuck my mouth once again, but he seems none too pleased about it,

"Fuckin' hell, a hole's a hole, but I ain't fucking his ass! That's just gross!" Choker laughs again, and the sounds just inches away from my hole,

"Fine by me, I ain't fussy." I'm practically twitching with anticipation, every nerve just blistering and sparking as I realise what's happening. I've got thick fingers sliding into my ass, my rim gripping the digits tightly, nearly breaking them, I'd say, if I wasn't convinced Choker was a behemoth of a guy, whilst on the other end I've got a straight dude fucking my mouth because all he sees me as is a receptacle for his cum and nothing more. I brace my paws against the wall as he starts to speed up - if you haven't guessed now why I named him Humper, then I don't know how to help you anymore, the guy just humped - and I find myself speared between the two guys. Choker's fingering my ass gently, taking his sweet time to ease open my hole and reloading the spit every now and then when I start to run dry. I don't really bring lube with me, most guys have the decency to wear a condom if they want my ass and that helps, but I don't think that's even crossed these men's minds. I feel two fingers already prying open my hole as Humper's fucking my face. I can taste the salty pre just pouring onto my tongue, his warm flesh filling my mouth and making me moan. Especially when Choker begins to push hard on my prostate, curling those digits around in my ass so that he can start to milk me. I don't even think Choker's straight, the way he's expertly playing me, working me up until I'm tempted to actually beg for his dick.

I let loose another groan as they both fuck in at the right time, pleasure coursing up from my ass and meeting the feeling of hard dick in my mouth.

"Fuckin' hell, he's a real horny bastard!" Squealy comments as he strokes his own cock. I think he might be a boar, though I can't be sure really from my perspective. My view kept getting blotted out with the rat's crotch as it humped my face, balls banging on my chin and the sound of his body colliding with the stall wall as he went as deep as he could go. But every now and then I could make out the leather chaps of the other guy, the dark brown flesh of his cock, and the scraggly pubes that nested atop his shaft and smothered his low hanging nuts.

"Shut the fuck up!" hissed Humper as he really started to drive into my muzzle, "I can't cum if you... you know..."

"What, tell you it's a dude?" Squealy clearly enjoyed the fact that Humper was having a hard time getting past the fact that I, a man, was bringing he, another man, to climax. Every time they mentioned 'he' or 'fag', Humper seemed to stave off for a few seconds more. It didn't stop him from carrying on though, "You gonna cum or not then? I want my turn."

"Fuckin' hell, give me chance!" Three fingers were probing at my hole, but it was hard to focus on them between Humper's cock which rocketed through my muzzle. I didn't even get a chance to hone in one the feel of his veins, the throb of his dick, or the sensation of it sliding back and forth. He was just going too fast for me to get a fix, and he only slowed down with his last thrusts, which went balls deep and stayed there. A second seemed to flick by before I felt it in him, a surge of pressure, before he began to shoot. He was moaning aloud, panting hard with his body plastered to the stall wall, whilst I stayed there and gulped him down. I let his seed fill my mouth with every burst, allowing it to flood just enough until he coated my tongue, before I swallowed. He was salty, eating all the wrong foods, but then I didn't care much for sweet cum. I liked my jizz to taste foul, so that I knew it came from dirty men who didn't give a shit who ate their loads. All they wanted was what Humper clearly wanted to: a hole to empty in to, not somebody to cuddle up with afterwards.

Rather disappointingly he was done relatively quickly, though I can't blame him if he was struggling with the fact that a man had just blown him to completion. He pulled out with the last spurts and wiped the rest of his soiled member against my muzzle, backing away and letting Squealy take his place. I didn't focus on what he did or said next, since he was leaving rather hastily for me to care that much, but I picked up on a bit of what he said as he dashed outside,

"I gotta tell the others, I bet they're all gonna want a piece."

At the time, it didn't click what that meant. Squealy stood before me and Choker was reaming my ass with his paw, I wasn't exactly at my best for attention.

"You still got some of his cum in your mouth?" Squealy asked, and by chance I did. The last mouthful, I hadn't swallowed it yet because I was swilling it round a little, getting a nice taste before I gulped and it was gone forever. I nodded. "Good, open that mouth then, I wanna see you play with it on your tongue."

Now that wasn't the first time I'd gotten that request. Actually, if anything, it was one of the more popular ones when a line had formed for taking turns. It was oddly common for men to want to see me toy with their cum before I spat or swallowed it. I think they liked the idea that I was just a whore for their enjoyment, something to order around lightly, dabble a little in that kind of control they had, to remind themselves how naughty they were being. I was happy to oblige, just as I was for Squealy, but there was something so much dirtier about this. It might have been because I was still getting what must have now been four fingers just sliding in and out of my hole lubed with spit, whilst some anonymous stranger stood over me and commanded that I show him his mate's seed on my tongue as the other carved out my ass. But I did as I was told, I pushed my muzzle through the hole as best I could and I opened wide, showing the milky seed soaking upon my tongue.

"Oh fuck yeah..." Squealy stroked his cock a little more fiercely at the sight of Humper's load. I swirled the seed around a little, made sure to dribble a touch on my lips to give them that shiny glisten of a freshly fucked mouth. The boar seemed to like the sight of it, because before I knew it he was slapping his dick against my tongue and cheeks. Every smack made me flinch a little, not really expecting the impact, but I kept still for him as he used his member like a bludgeon. "Yeah, you're just a little queer boy, hungry for some dick."

"He got one hell of a hungry ass too," Choker announced, as four fat fingers removed themselves from my hole. I grunted, not expecting that either, as my rim collapsed in on itself, the stinging absence of being full from the rear radiating in my guts. I could usually grit my teeth and bear through the pain, but it was always better when I had something to focus on. All I had right now was an empty maw filled with the diluted cum of a rodent and my ass now hollow from Choker's paw. "You want our dicks, boy?"

Up until now, I hadn't had to speak. I had kept quiet and just let them do whatever, but I guess that can only go so far. Whether this was them getting consent or them just humiliating me further, they were now both asking me to confirm for them their rhetoric. I was their little queer boy and I did want their dicks. Nervously I gulped down the last of Humper's load, the last taste of him sliding down my throat, before I spoke up,

"Yes sirs," I could feel myself just trembling, shaking like a leaf in a gale, "I want your dicks. Please fuck me, sirs."

"Oh we're onto a real winner here," Squealy purred as he took my muzzle and began to slide in his cock. Immediately I was hit with a real potent flavour, leather and bitter piss, just as he worked himself into my mouth. He was much bigger than Humper too, perhaps not so much longer but he definitely had better thickness on him. Already I could feel my jaw stretching to accommodate him as he pushed forwards, that fat cock of his really giving me a work out as I tried to take all of him. "Fuck yeah, you ain't no newbie, you're a real pro at this."

"He better be, that ass opened up way too easily for a virgin, if he was," Choker added. I couldn't see, not with my face slowly being buried into the boar's crotch, but I certainly felt Choker's presence behind me. Something huge slid through the hole and I felt intense heat just edging at my ass. "Go on then, boy. Fuck yourself on me, nice and slow like."

I felt just waves of arousal and shame rocking over me that it was hard to tell which was which. Both men were just taking their time with me, neither seemed to be in any hurry to leave, so I was just their plaything for however long they liked. Squealy had a hold of my muzzle though in one paw, wrapping around the end of my nose to keep my lips clamped to his dick, so I had the freedom to manoeuvre my body back to meet Choker's cock. But oh boy, when I did, I was in for a shock. See, I'm not amateur, I've done this often enough to have seen - and I suppose felt - it all, but I'll never ever get used to the feeling of piercings. The bizarrely warm feel of metal slipping against flesh, the realisation that the odd bumps and rings to a guy's dick is actually some body modification he's had done along the way. Don't get me wrong, I've nothing against piercings, sometimes it's real fun to just have those bumps sliding along your throat or ass, but it's always a shock to the system.

Now I didn't know there and then what type of piercing Choker had, I just couldn't see and Squealy was determined to keep my muzzle occupied, so I'll just give you a quick spoiler so we can move on: Choker had an Prince Albert, surprisingly uncommon I've found in my experience, and it was frankly huge. But the end of that ring rubbed up against my wet hole and Choker gave it the guidance it needed to sink in. I let out a dulled moan against Squealy as sweaty steel pushed into my hole, followed by the blunt head of Choker's member swiftly behind it. Another spoiler alert, Choker as I later learnt was a Malamute with one hell of a muscle gut, but right now all that mattered to me was his fat cock riding into my guts with Squealy trying to meet him in the middle.

"Fuck yes!" Squealy grunted as he began to fuck himself into my muzzle. He hadn't gone balls deep yet, though I suspected he wanted to, but for now he seemed content to fill my muzzle to its maximum capacity and allowed a few inches to go untouched. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft and sucked hard as he slid back and forth, just letting himself enjoy the feeling of my mouth enveloping him. Meanwhile his canine friend was easing himself in deeper; I did my best to let my hips slide back slowly, but he was earnest and with a short hump he had driven himself deep into my hole. I could feel him, the shape of his cock, the tapering length just filling me up. Why was it that the fatter the guy was, the bigger his dick? It seemed almost paradoxical yet it was always true, and Choker was the prime example of it. He can't have been about a third deep, yet it felt like I was about to split in two anyway. The satisfying burn in my guts was enough to keep me distracted, happy that I was being fucked, winging on the promise of plenty more to come. In the back of my mind I was faintly aware of his knot, but I'd cross that hurdle when it came - figuratively and literally.

So this is where things got interesting. There I was, spit-roasted between two hot guys, one sliding himself into my raw ass whilst the other fucked my already fucked face. In a bathroom stall, in the middle of nowhere, whilst I was utterly naked yet they still had their leathers on, with half their mates now being told the tale of the slutty puff in the toilets eager to take some dick in him by a rodent who not a few minutes before had been balls deep in my mouth. Need I say anymore? It was the so fucking hot; I could feel my cock just throbbing in my jockstrap as the two men just made themselves at home. Choker spread me wide, whilst Squealy took me deep, and I was left as just a tube between the two of them.

Now had it just stopped there, that the rest of this little liaison had been cut short after Choker and Squealy, then I will admit I would have been a happy man. It's not often you'll get some biker action round these parts and to have had a trio already of them was exceptional. It would have made for a great day and I'd have gone home happy. But whatever deity that was smiling down on me that day must have been in a phenomenally good mood, because as Squealy is beginning to push himself to the hilt in my mouth, sliding that cock down my throat whilst Choker's just easing back those inches to toy with me, underneath it all I can hear the door swing open and shut again, new footfalls scraping against the floor.

"We 'eard there's a pillow-biter in here." Said one voice, deep and low, an almost imperceptibly different accent to one the Choker bore: I'm gonna call him Monster, "Or's 'umper 'avin' us on?"

"Nah, he's here, raring to go, just look at him drooling over my meat." Squealy wasn't lying. With a combination between him going so deep and the inability to swallow, dribble escaped from my lips without my control. His balls were getting matted in my saliva, his member glistening with spit as he pulled back and forth, edging just at the very beginning of my throat, practically taunting me and making me well aware of what he wanted from me.

"Shit son, he's a real fuckin' cock-sucker!" Clink hollered as he stepped into Squealy's stall. You're not gonna know why he's called Clink until he pulls down his pants. We'll get to that. But Monster, at leastI assumed it was Monster, went round to Choker's side so he could get a nice view of him fucking my stretched ass. It was hard to try and keep track of who was who and who was where, not without my jaw cracking beyond its limits and my ass burning up with a throbbing shaft driving into it.

"Move over, I wanna see," that was the last guy to have come in, Pissy. No prizes for guessing why. He snarled with glee as he saw the sight of my muzzle slurping on boar cock, "I wanna piss down the bitch's throat!"

Oh wow, fuck, yeah, I should warn you all, Pissy out of all of them was a little volatile. When it gets to his turn, it's gonna be brutal, and I remembered paling at the thought of being turned into his personal urinal against my will. Watersports has and never really will be something on my list of likes, but I wasn't exactly against the idea. Fortunately for me thought at the time, Monster pitched back in,

"No you fuckin' ain't. I ain't mountin' anythin' that's had your piss over it. Stupid fuckin' coyote, need to fuckin' tone it down. Go piss in the trough, you fuckin' nut-job."

There was a harrumph of displeasure, footpaws stomping back out, before the sound of a stream of liquid splattering against metal once more filled the air as the two men thrust into me. The smell was potent as it cooked in the stagnant atmosphere of the room, the stench of sweat and a stewed desert breeze already lingering, now there was an overwhelming aroma of warm, sweltering leather that I couldn't escape. Pissy just added to that stench with his urine, probably holding in a whole bladder's worth and not drunk a single drop to lighten it up. I could almost taste it weren't it for the thick piece of meat fucking my maw, the acidity in every inhale through my nose. But Squealy's member kept the taste at bay. Instead I could let the flow of his pre wash over my tongue and add to Humper's tones that hung around.

Choker meanwhile seemed thrilled to have an audience to put on a show for. I felt that dick of his give a particularly savage shove into my guts, that piercing of his ramming something deep and hard into my prostate. It felt like he was forcing a log up my ass, the way he just felt so thick as he sat inside me, balls finally glancing up against my own still tucked away in my jock. A deep, guttural groan forced its way out past my lips as Squealy rode my throat, humping my muzzle with fervent need as he seemed to nearing the end of his stamina. He was huffing and growling certainly like he was, and this is where he got his namesake, because the closer he seemed to get to his orgasm the more he lived up to his species stereotype of real loud hogs. Even Pissy and Clink weren't impressed as he pounded away at my muzzle whilst my ass was battered by dog cock.

"Fuck man, keep it down, don't be such a fag. You're louder than fuckin' Mary-Belle when she lets me mount her sweet pussy!" Pissy returned to the stall to watch the last lingering moments of Squealy's action, nudging Clink I think with an elbow, "I show her how a real man fucks, just like I'll show this little bitch!"

"Fuck off, Pissy. We all know you can't fuck for shit. You shoot way too soon, you ain't got no rhythm. You don't even know what a clitoris is."

"A clitor-what-now?" There was laughter from the other men, but it got drowned out by the sudden shriek from Squealy. He really hammered himself into my muzzle, his slimy cock riding against my throat hard as he went as deep as he could go, balls slapping my chin and nose pushed into wiry pubes so all I could taste and smell was fine hog musk. That's when he came, whilst Choker leisurely fucked my ass, he came hard down my muzzle like a firehose. I was nearly deafened by him, he was so loud, squealing just as you might have expected him to for a pig. But his seed was thicker than Humper's and in greater volume. He pumped it right down my throat so I didn't get much chance to toy around with the load, but I could taste it. It was just as bitter if not worse than the rat's, it felt like Squealy had been pent up for a while, and finally he was letting loose his sack's worth of jizz. I could feel it running down my throat, sticky and clammy as it pooled into my gut. I was pinned to his crotch though and only able to breathe into his pubes, so every sense was flooded with Squealy's acquired flavour. There was something greasy and dirty about it that had me groaning as he filled my stomach up with his seed, until just like Humper he began to wane, drawing back on the last few jets of cum so that he could aim for my face,

"Yeah boy!" He screamed, "Fuckin' take my load, you dirty slut!" I felt the hot streaks splatter across my face, my mouth hung agape as he painted my expression in his dirty load. Streaks shot across my cheeks and along the bridge of my nose, and one lucky strand managed to arc right through the air and cross over my left eye, effectively gluing it shut. There was so much of it, just warm and wet, soaking into my fur, drying in my mane, leaving me feeling used and marked.

"Looks like a real slut now, all pretty like with that cum on his face," Clink slurred as Squealy made his retreat, stepping back and wiping off his spent member against his paw. I realised it wouldn't even take a second before one of the new men stepped forwards, but I hadn't counted on both of them squabbling like children to get in first, "Step off Pissy, wait your fuckin' turn!"

"The bitch can handle two, just scoot over and don't be selfish. You never share."

"Yeah, 'cause you always break any girl's jaw you fuckin' goon. Just hold on."

Whilst they were arguing I could feel Choker poking at my ass through the gloryhole as he sunk in all his length, from root to tip, with graceful thrusts. My ass now fit him like a glove, the rake of his piercing gliding along my innards, the throb and pulse of his cock as he fucked me casually, as if there was no rush. I had no idea what Monster was up to, but I hadn't heard him say anything in a while, I didn't even know if he was still in the room at that stage. I was more preoccupied with keeping my ass from clenching too hard as two men fought over my muzzle.

I got Pissy's cock first.

"Yeah, that's right!" He boasted as he stuffed my muzzle immediately full with maybe seven inches of coyote dick, "Who the man?"

"I don't know, I'll let you know when I meet him," Clink hissed cruelly, clearly disappointed that he hadn't gotten first dibs, but there seemed to some kind of smugness to him as he leant back against the stall wall to allow Pissy to mount my muzzle like it was nothing but the literal hole it had been degraded to. Smothered in Squealy's drying seed, Pissy rammed himself in hard making me nearly wretch as his head smacked my throat. And I named him Pissy for a reason after all; as soon as his musky flesh smacked my tongue, you could taste it. Like there was just this rank, unwashed taste to him that overrode everything else. Even the last remaining dregs of Squealy's load and whatever I still had left from Humper were just flushed out by the acrid bitterness of Pissy's piss-stained dick as he fucked my mouth.

Choker however was the guy who took most of my attention. He was beginning to get bolder as he slammed into my ass, no longer happy to just take his time and enjoy my hole sucking around his member. The alien feeling of his piercing sliding through my guts, the constant stretch as he seemed to push deeper still and force me wider, the grazing tickle of his sack slapping up to mine, and that thick bush of pubic fur that brushed right up under my flagged tail. It felt like he was trying to turn me inside out, the snarls and growls he was coming out with as he began to ram harder with each passing second. He was like a machine, just relentless and powerful, refusing to even give me a chance to just relax and take him. I reckon on any other day and he'd have taken his time with me, perhaps if it was just the two of us alone, but now he had an audience to play up to and a standard to set. He was gonna make sure I didn't forget him any time soon, and really I bet he wanted me to beg for his dick again before anybody else's.

Well, in the hierarchy of things, Choker was miles above Pissy, that was for sure. The coyote had no rhythm and pacing, not like the Malamute, and I suppose the other bikers had given me fair warning with their banter, because barely a few minutes in to fucking my muzzle and suddenly Pissy's gasping for air and making shallow thrusts into my mouth. I wouldn't have even believed it myself until I felt his body tense up and that dick seize. The spurts of watery jizz over my tongue really sealed the deal as Pissy clearly just couldn't contain himself under all the pressure to perform, and around me were the jibes of men apparently used to the coyote's antics,

"Fuck sake Pissy!"

"He's not done already, is he?"

"Shittin' 'ell, it's only been what, two minutes?"

"No wonder Mary-Belle's always lookin' fo' mo' when she's had a night with 'im."

Pissy pulled out from my mouth and smeared the what little there was of his load against my lips - even the taste just wasn't quite there, nothing that could drown out the stain of urine that seemed to ooze from his cock. In a matter of seconds from entering me, climaxing, and pulling out, he was making for the door.

"Fuck you guys, it ain't my fault I get trigger happy!"

I'd love to say that that experience was a first, but Pissy wasn't the first man I'd met who'd had trouble losing his cool. It was part and parcel of the gig, so I swallowed his seed dutifully and pushed my muzzle back through the hole for the next cock. The canine had made me hungry for more, and with Choker still railing my ass I wanted to feel full again from both ends. I needed some meat to distract me from the uncomfortable shove of the dog's dick into my ass, something to sweeten the whole deal.

"Please..." I rasped through the gloryhole, looking now to the last man stood there. Clink was idly working his fingers over his shaft, and it was at that point when I realised this man, unlike the others, was a reptilian. I've no idea which species, though part of me suspects he was a dragon if I later went off the anatomy of his cock, but he was a deep, mossy green, with scales that flickered in the poor light. Fat rings sat on each digit, ink painted against his scales in intricate tattoos that shaded each paw in dark colours. He wore leather too, much like the rest of the men, but he had appeared to have gone commando beneath his chaps, which exposed his hefty prick and his succulent orbs that swung beneath his spire. Being a lizard it made sense in hindsight that he'd wear only the hottest clothing when biking through a desert wilderness, basking in the heat, but that only made him even sexier in my eyes as I could smell him, even over Pissy's lingering stench.

"Looks like he's getting real desperate..." Clink approached the gloryhole, reaching out with one brutish paw and cupping my cheek, thumb smearing through the boar's load before pushing the digit back into my mouth for me to suckle on. Obediently I did as he wanted, it was a small reprieve from Choker's onslaught barrelling up my ass, but what I really wanted was his cock, "You nearly finished back there? You know I can't cum from oral."

"Gimme a minute, bitch is tight but I wanna really hollow 'im out for Monster when he's ready. Ain't my fault you decided t'turn your prick inta wind chime."

"Just hurry the fuck up. Other guys are bound to be getting' restless anyhow." For a rare instance, Monster interrupted them both and cut out their arguing, the urge in his voice low but undeniably there, like a storm on the horizon, boiling and ready to unleash what its promised,

"They can wait," he said darkly, "We ain't leavin' 'til I've 'ad my fill."

And that was the end of it, so it seemed. Monster had spoken with finality that the other two ceased wittering between themselves, Choker putting his effort into fucking my hole like a piston whilst Clink introduced me to the bizarre image of his cock. Suddenly the banter made sense - and his name, for you reading this - as he held his member at its base and waggled that piece of meat and metal in front of my face. I'd never seen so many piercings on a guy before, I didn't even think it was possible to do anything with it, let alone fuck an ass or mouth. Unlike Choker who had had the decency to call it a day at his Prince Albert, Clink apparently had had the wonderful notion to go so much further; along the spine of his cock, against every ridge, was a frenum piercing that lined his shaft to form what I believed was known roughly as a Jacob's ladder. At the head, pointed and smooth, was an ampallang - I only know that after I got home and looked it up. There and then it just looked terrifying. He had a few scrotal piercings and some microdermal ones around his crotch that all in all he glittered and shone with silver interspersing the darker green. The draconic cock looked as if it had been lifted right from the folds of a fantasy erotica, the conjured vision of something so phenomenal and unsightly that I couldn't think of any other way to describe it. The heavy gauges I suppose didn't help, it just made him look all the more menacing.

"Come on then," he coaxed, smacking my lips with his armoured member, "Open up."

I would say I did so willingly, but I wasn't sure if I could take him. He was bigger than Squealy still, much fatter though perhaps he lacked the length, but those piercings made me worried I might chip a tooth or something. But one harsh slam from Choker's cock, his knot riding up against my rim, and I gasped aloud with a dulled whimper, giving Clink enough chance to slide himself into my maw.

"Fuck, I'm so close!" Choker drawled as he began harder, shorter thrusts, keeping himself deep inside me as he fucked with the last of his stamina. I couldn't respond, not even in kind, as my mouth was filled with the unusual shape and feel of Clink's dick. Any man with that amount of personal modification must enjoy the feeling, because no sooner had he begun to glide against my tongue, lips sealed and bumping around the swollen piercings, did I soon taste the spurts of pre he let loose into my maw. He had a much stronger flavour too, a sharp musk, nothing earthy or bitter, but there was something definitely heavy about it. It was like leather, liquid leather, so rich and warm yet dry and tangy.

Choker was slamming hard at my ass now. Every thrust had me throttled against the stall wall upon the other side, giving me absolutely no chance to even pull away from Clink had I wanted to. With every drive in, I was spared onto the dragon's cock, nose rubbing up against the smoothed flat of his crotch, mingling with his other jewellery. But my mind was attuned to the burn in my hole, the feeling of a cock having too long sat in my guts and ridden me hard for what seemed like an age now, just wearing me down and numbing me to the strain. Now I was becoming much more acutely aware of Choker inside me, of feeling that throbbing, thundering cock slam into my prostate with blunt force. That knot that bulged upon his shaft was a prominent reminder of what was to come. The hole in the wall would be big enough, I knew that much from experience, but I was more concerned with having it get through my hole. It pounded and slapped up against my battered rim with the blatant intention of breaking down the last barrier and making itself at home inside me. The sound of wet flesh slapping against the stall wall and my cheeks filled the air, as did the smell of him, just whirling around to tangle with the stench that already soaked the room. You could hear him snapping too, soft growls that betrayed his decaying composure as he fucked me until he was ready to blow. I moaned around the metal dick in my muzzle as he gave his last hurrah before bellowing louder than I ever could,

"Fuck!"

It was short, punctuated, every syllable cutting and deep, just as he rammed in one last time, knot grinding into me with such force that I couldn't bear it. I felt resistance give way and my body jolt as I took him. Everything slid deeper within me by a few inches, but it felt like a whole foot. I was too full, too hot, too heavy, all at once and all because Choker was locked to my ass. With a muzzle full of Clink's meat, I couldn't even voice an ounce of protest as I was impaled between the two and Choker unloaded into my guts.

The first jets of seed hit hard and fast, shooting into my now soiled insides and painting them the same off-white that my face would now be stained. He just slammed in hard and let it pour into my guts, making shallow, erratic thrusts with what little he could as he rode his orgasm out. Clink took over from my muzzle, sliding himself in until his balls were pressed against my sodden chin and my jaw stretched until it ached. He had such a fat cock, hell it might have even been fatter than Choker's at the right angle, but there and then with the Malamute up my ass, the dog was the biggest thing I'd ever taken it felt like. I could feel his knot swollen behind my rim, just tugging at it until it was distending back open, the flesh raw and exhausted from a lengthy fuck. It kept the flooding seed plugged up tight so I was left with an abdomen warming with slimy cum.

"Fuck yeah, that's what am talkin' about!" Choker slurred, drunk on his euphoric high, "A hole's a hole!"

"Are you finished?!" The dog just huffed, chiding his impatient reptile friend,

"Let me savour this, it been a while since I tied with a bitch."

And savour he did. There wasn't much I could do about it, my legs trembling with fatigue as my ass was pinned to the wall and, as he put it, tied to the Malamute in the other stall, whilst Clink made use of my mouth as best he saw fit. He was clearly enjoying himself, but he was incredibly eager to get to my ass. I couldn't blame him really, with all that metal on his dick it must have been hard to get off. At least an ass won't bite down, refuse to take the cock, or snag anything too much. I just did my best to let him take pleasure in what he could whilst we both waited for Choker to come down from his orgasm, though the way his knot pulsed and throbbed inside me, the way his cum just swam around his cock lodged within, I don't think he was coming down any time soon.

I liked to be proven wrong though. Usually canine's never knotted with me, especially not through the stalls. I think it was more common courtesy to as much themselves as it was to me. They had places to be, they didn't fancy being tied to someone in a toilet plastered up to the stall wall, just as much as I didn't want to be stuck with one hole out of commission whilst we both just waited in awkward silence for the other to just calm the hell down. But Choker seemed to have figured out a solution to our predicament, one where being pressed for time and with our anatomy's joined together wasn't an issue.

He gave his hips a tug first, testing the strength needed to pull our bodies apart, and in that moment with my muzzle suckling upon the clattering metal of Clink's dick, I realised rather quickly what he intended to do. I would have begged him not to, but that wasn't an option. Nothing about this was an option. He gave one hard heave against the stall wall, wood creaking beneath his ham-fisted paws, before he yanked free of my hole. The pain was excruciating, twice as bad on the way out as it was on its way in, and I felt my whole body convulse around the empty space he left behind as his cock pulled free with a lewd slurp. The feeling was like pulling off a condom, only inverted. I was the condom, some dirty, used little thing that Choker had ruined and now he was sliding out of me and letting the contents spill out. I felt a river of hot seed running down my legs the moment the knot ripped past my rim, and the shuddering just wouldn't stop as I felt it soak my fur, the smell overpowering, and still my internal muscles throbbed to expel more and more on instinct.

"There ya go," Choker declared triumphantly, "He's all yours! Fancy switchin'?"Clink spoke up almost immediately, pulling his cock free from my mouth the moment he knew my ass was free. I guess he was eager, or maybe he just didn't want to waste any time more than he had to. I don't know. I never asked.

"Go on, babe, turn around for daddy. Show me that pussy o' yours."

Really I was still trying to recover from the brutal exit Choker had just forced me through, but I found myself willed to obey. I turned in the stall, switching sides on the gloryholes, so that now I could finally face the hole through which Choker had been fucking me through whilst Clink could get his turn at my wrecked ass. It gave me my first and probably only opportunity to finally look at what I could of Monster and Choker; Choker's dick was I expected it to be, long and thick, with a swollen knot at the base and an elongated shaft with blunt head. His piercing, the ring, it glimmered and dripped with spent seed, just as much as the rest of his member shone in the darkened light. He was still quite hard, maybe he was a slow burner when it came to his orgasms, but I was surprised to still see him rigid, dick jutting through the gloryhole,

"Come on kid, do me a favour and clean me up." The dog's cock had been in my ass. That was the single thought on my mind as I stared his member down, probably because I felt the reptile's fingers behind me stretching out my puffy rim and whistling his appreciation. Choker's dick was covered in that slime you see when a guy fucks anything really, be it a mouth, a cunt, or an ass. That sticky almost clear goo, that's not quite cum but it's not lube or spit either. It's something else and you don't know what to call it really or where it came from. Rationally you tell yourself it's got to be one of those options, but in your head you like to think it's all the fluids he's churned up whilst rutting you hard, making you all wet like a bitch in heat would. At least, I like to think that. For what seemed like the hundredth time I opened my muzzle obediently and pushed forwards onto his cummy cock.

The taste of him, of myself, and of everything else I'd come to sample and swallow over the course of many servings, flourished upon my tongue once more. Drippings of cum were wiped across my cheeks, lashed over my lips, and smeared into every bud and gum until my muzzle was coated in the stuff. Choker was intent on getting clean, but he was also keen to have his fun too whilst he was at it. That's why he's called Choker, because he did exactly that. His length, his size, it made him perfect for stuffing my muzzle full until bursting. He just slid himself deep until he could feel my body trying to gag, and then he slid deeper still. That knot pursed at my lips whilst that piercing pushed at the back of my throat and riled up all sorts of reflexes I didn't even know I had.

What made the situation worse was that Clink decided right there and then to be the best time to make himself comfy in my stretched ass. There came the feeling of lukewarm metal and pliant flesh, before the dulling ache took over as I was once again filled up with biker cock. You must know the feeling, where you've just been fucked already and yet their going in for a second round. Your body's pretty much given up, at least for a second's peace to recover, and you're just not expecting it, yet there it is, sliding into you, paving a way through your guts as there's no resistance left to give. That's the feeling, where every piercing ground and bumped against my rim, making the knot seem almost redundant as Clink stretched me anew.

"Fuck, now that's a nice pussy!" The dragon purred, claws dragging into the wood behind me, "Freshly bred and drippin' with seed, just the way I like 'em."

"You're such a queer, Clink," Choker retorted from across the way, letting me work my muzzle over his cock, doing my best to try and breathe through my nose, though the dog's gut was riding against the bridge of my muzzle and smothering my nostrils in his pubes.

"Shut the fuck up, I don't bitch when you have to tear your knot out of a girl."

"Usually 'cause you're always there to take my sloppy seconds."

They talked over me like I wasn't even there, like they were just two friends enjoying the other's company, only I was the awkward third wheel they spitted between the pair of them, balls deep with a reptile up my ass, and suckling upon the Malamute's spent cock and sucking him clean. I don't know how long Choker though intended on keeping my muzzle occupied. Clink would be done when he was done, but Choker was just wasting time, and I was intensely aware of the second man standing just behind the fat dog. Monster was waiting; patiently, of course, but waiting all the time.

Clink though was the one giving me more trouble. One the dog set himself into a routine of pushing hard into my muzzle only to retreat some seconds later, I grew to anticipate him, but Clink was savage. Whether that was because he believed my already fucked ass was open enough for him to be as brutal as he liked or if he was just like that anyway, I don't know. It didn't change the fact that he was even more of a nasty fuck than Pissy had been. But this time, unlike the coyote, the reptile had skill and prowess, matched only by that alien cock of his. I could feel every ridge, every piercing, and every bulging vein just sliding against my like he was made of stone, and yet he was soft in fucking me. Thrusts would come hard and fast, yet they wouldn't leave my teeth chattering. It was just forceful, merciless and never-ending, but measured. He was a man who knew his own strength and kept just beneath the peak, always at the best performance he can give. I could feel myself getting fucked into the opposing wall now, whilst Choker had done the opposite before. The lizard slammed into my open ass with deep, long fucks,

"So sloppy and loose, just right for daddy."

If I was humiliated before, I certainly was then. I'd taken what was coming up to be just under half a dozen guys by now, and I still wasn't close to being finished. I was covered in cum, inside and out, suffocating in a haze of musk and the stench of sex, all the while my body was continued to be used like nothing but a cum rag in a teenager's bedroom. I was slipping lower than a condom. I was becoming nothing but the cock sleeve you buy from an adult entertainment store. I was a tube to them, there to be fucked, never to complain. It was just a perk that I could moan and salivate for them, because otherwise I don't see the difference.

I didn't even know these men. I just want to stress that. I'm writing this and I never once saw their faces or heard their real names - the names I heard were just biker-nonsense. As I was just a hole to them, they were just cocks to me, pieces of flesh to be enjoyed and nothing more. It worked both ways in this depraved little scheme of ours.

"I best go let them know you's nearly finished up in here," Choker announced almost disappointedly, pulling himself free from the gloryhole with a slurp from my lips. I hadn't been expecting it, he was still quite firm. "Well... close 'nough to finishin'. Once Monster's had his turn."

"He can wait. I'm nearly done anyway. Been so hot just watchin' him suffer."

"Right you are."

Choker was gone, just like that, leaving me now with just the two men left. I heard the Malamute grunt his thanks to me for my service before he was shuffling his way out the door and back outside into the baking heat. Just like the others, I didn't see him again. It just left me with Clink who was reaming my sore ass, and Monster just looming there, standing and watching. He hadn't even gotten his dick out; he just stood nearly motionless like a statue with arms folded. I couldn't see his face, couldn't even discern his species. He was clad in all leather, a slight paunch to his gut that was constrained with a layer of muscle underneath, fur as white as snow, but he didn't utter a word and he didn't make a move. He just waited.

I suppose he couldn't have been a panther, and he wasn't another reptile. He wasn't a pig, wasn't a horse, wasn't a rhino. But then I could spend all day telling you what I knew he wasn't, you'll just have to give Clink his moment and then we can cut to Monster.

I'd had a few reptiles in my time. They were something more of a scarcity the further up north you went, but you'd come across one sooner or later. I suppose statistically the chances of one of them being male, gay, and my type was slim, but either the numbers are horrifically wrong or I've got an incredibly broad type. Still, I think the actual figure was just three times I'd been with a dragon, and each time was distinctly different. The first had almost been underwhelming, but he'd surprised me with a knotted cock, something you wouldn't think belongs on a reptile. The second had been not too dissimilar to Clink, only minus the trimmings, whilst the third had been a real slow, passionate fucker. He'd spent hours just easing in that mighty prick of his, and then he'd spend a few more making sure he'd stroked every last inch of you from the inside out until you were quivering in his grasp.

Clink was not like that man. And in some ways I was grateful for it. I was growing tired, it had been constant use since the moment I'd set foot in the restroom, and I was hoping for an hour just to cool off before deciding whether or not to call it a day. As I said, Clink took his time fucking me, but there was a need behind it. He might have been pent up like the others, I don't know, but within minutes of sinking himself into my hole he was already showing the signs of getting restless and wanting to shoot. His ramming was getting more insistent, aiming to go deeper with every thrust, and with my mouth finally free I could lean back into the dragon's fucking and make the most of it. Though I won't lie, part of me felt wrong to not have something filling my muzzle. But deep down I knew that Monster would let me have what he was packing when he was damn sure ready.

"Betcha don't even feel that, do you?!" Clink said with a snarl, "So loose you can't feel a thing!"

That was a lie; I could feel everything about him. But I think he was getting off on the idea of fucking somebody who was the equivalent of a whore in his eyes, somebody who had been so fucked to ruin that he was no longer good to anybody but the dragon. I wasn't even that loose from the Malamute, it was just the knot had done a number on me. You give me a short few minutes of rest and I'd have a hole as good as new, just slightly stretched and ready for a good fucking. I didn't get in the way of Clink's fantasy though. It was spurring him on to his climax, and who was I to argue with people's fetishes? It was probably a good thing then he liked sloppy holes with all the metal he bore on his dick. Any other and you'd probably hurt something.

"Yeah, you want me to breed you, just like all the others!"

Well, he wasn't wrong on that front. But he was close, you could feel it. He was getting stiff and his cock was throbbing especially hard, the clang of metal inside me doing nothing but seeming to stir him on as he fucked me hard. I gritted my teeth as I pushed back, feeling the churning dog seed still bubbling up from my guts whilst Clink slammed through the load, using it as lube to glide deeper until his balls were smacking my own. I hadn't even touched myself once through the entire ordeal, something I was amazed at even now. But that wasn't the point. I was just so focused on them that I never considered myself. It was all about their pleasure. And at that point, it was all about Clink.

"Oh shit, yes! Yes!"

He sank himself in deep, mashing those piercings against my body, and then he let loose the torrent of dragon cum. Adding his load to Choker's, he pumped me full of his seed and didn't pull out until every last drop had drained into my guts and seeped into the canine's. You could feel the heat, only it burnt a little hotter, it felt like. But it pushed at my abdomen and I could even feel the swell pushing into my colon as it threatened to go deeper. I doubt it would have, not with just two loads inside me, but I felt all slippery and wet in my gut, that glorious feeling you get when you're just teeming with men's seed. This is the reason why I came to the restroom practically every week, for this. To be full and sated, that was the dream.

"Fuck..." he drawled as he pulled out of my hole really slowly, each piercing slipping free once they entered back into the stagnant air of the toilets. I felt my hole push out around him, but it was just an impulsive reflex, expelling the intruder until he was clean from my bowels. Some cum must have dribbled out because I felt renewed warmth spilling down my thighs, but it wasn't a bother. With the dog's already trickling down my legs and cooling off, the reptile's soon would join his and I'd need a shower regardless. I always needed a shower after any visit to The Watering Hole. Only today I would have to scrub particularly hard.

"Uh, thanks for... y'know," Clink added, almost bashfully as he wiped his cock dry on my ass cheek, "Anyway, good luck with Monster. When he's done with you... I dunno, just good luck."

And finally, just like that, Clink left to regroup with the rest of the other satisfied men. I had no idea why they were all being so ominous and vague around Monster. Up until then I was oblivious to what made him so special out of the lot of them, but as the dragon retreated and that door swung shut for yet another time, I was left with him in the neighbouring stall, just him and me, in a restroom together alone. It was almost awkward for a moment had he not broken the silence that was left in Clink's vacuum.

"That's all my guys you've satisfied today," Monster levelled, "But you ain't done yet. Now you gotta show me whatcha worth."

I gulped nervously as I just uneasily stood there, not quite kneeling, but not standing either, with my muzzle still just inches from the gloryhole almost expecting him to just play ball and stick his cock through already. But he sauntered up to me, a leathered paw groping his swollen crotch, as he stood just opposite my face,

"I ain't like the rest of 'em. I ain't like anybody you had before. I'm gonna be the guy you wish you could wake up next to t'morra mornin', and every mornin' after."

Those were big words. Bold words, ones that almost bordered on arrogance. But something about them told me that he wasn't even lying. Either he genuinely believed every word he said, or he knew damn well he was right. Part of me dreaded to find out which it was, but just like before I didn't have a choice in the matter.

"P-please..." I begged, putting my mouth to the gloryhole, inches away from his groin, so close that I could smell the rich leather, that I could just about see the lip of his chin in my view, the swell of his guts and the thickness of his build. He was, as I said, a Monster. "Please, I want it."

"Call me sir."

"Please sir."

"Good boy."

I don't know where the hell he had come from, but a small part of me was digging the dominance. I wasn't normally the kind of guy who was into that. Honestly, I reckoned I was more of a power bottom sometimes than anything else, but it felt good to just let go and let this guy take control of the situation. His gang was clearly all under his control, so maybe he enjoyed the luxury of having authority over every other man he met. I was more than happy to oblige.

He undid his leather pants and fished out what he had been hiding from me ever since he'd stepped into the cubicle. I wasn't surprised by his side, something about him told me that he was gonna be big, but I still found myself quivering with anticipation as he let that thing just flop free and sway with every fleeting movement. He was thicker and longer than the rest of them, with balls that looked almost too heavy to hold. It was a dark, ebony shaft, smothered with pulsing veins that screamed of power and glistening black flesh that shone with pre. It was at this point I figured he was a polar bear, because I couldn't decide what else he could be with that kind of endowment. And fuck, the stench too. His musk was almost overwhelming, enough to drown out every other scent and taste I'd had up until now. It was just washed away and replaced with Monster's aroma. It was almost uncanny, to have had layer upon layer of scents and flavours so far pile up upon one another, only for them to all be finally quashed beneath Monster's. It was like he was the pinnacle of them all, the manliest man, the top dog - or rather, bear in this case - and he was putting them all to shame. That's why his words had terrified me, because now, in hindsight, I was beginning to believe them myself too.

"Suck it."

He pushed his cock through the gloryhole and let that monster just sit there and throb before me, that single command hanging in the air between us. I went to go hold it with my paws, to guide it to my mouth and to get a better feel of this python of a cock, but he barked at me,

"No! Don't touch. Only use that pretty mouth o' yours."

So dejectedly I let my paws move to the sides, planted them against the stall wall for balance, as I squatted down and put my head to his dick's height. It must have been longer than a foot, I reckoned, but without a tape measure I wouldn't ever know. He was thicker around then Choker or Clink, maybe not just my wrist, but my whole forearm in girth. Hell, I'd have said he was a stallion if he didn't lack the distinct equine anatomy. It was a cock that promised a hell of a lot, from tearing you a new one to tapping places deep inside you that have never been reached before. Now I'd had my fair share of big dicks in my time, but even I was getting doubts about taking Monster.

I opened my lips and stuck out my tongue, just enough to pick up the very tip of his cock and let it slide into my mouth. I moved slowly so I could savour it, every inch of him, just gliding along my muzzle until he was stretching out my jaw and pushing at the back of my throat. Stopping to rest, I put my attention on those first few inches, but there came a growl from the other side of the stall,

"Keep going, right until my balls are on your chin."

His cock was so warm, and you could his pulse just thumping through every vein with each deafening beat of his heart. I found myself obliging him, opening up my throat as best I could, using every skill I had and every trick in the book to give him what he wanted. My throat was already tender, but I did my best to give in to this unknown behemoth, sucking down his cock and feeling him slide down my neck. I lifted a paw to my nape, just under the apple, and you could feel the bulge of where he sat within me. It hurt almost, but it was such a good feeling to have him pushing inside me, not stopping until every inch was buried in my maw. I kept going until his balls scraped my lower jaw, my nose bristling in his pubes just under that lip of his stomach. It was a struggle, but it was so worth it. Just him and me, not knowing who each other was, just enjoying the fact we were both willing, nobody else to come bother us and make matters complicated. I could just focus on him and his flesh, writhing my tongue against every inch the best way I knew how. I could him grumbling and sighing in pleasure, working my muzzle and throat over him in what I hoped would be a blow-job to remember for days to come, much like he promised me I'd never forget him.

"Fuck yeah..." he cooed as I slid back and forth over his shaft. His smell was drenched on my nose, and it only added to the taste of his meat sliding against my tongue. I wouldn't get to taste his pre, not unless he allowed it, but his member was just as sweaty and rank as the rest of the men who'd come before him. Monster was just a more virile male, the musk far greater and his cock more powerful. I wondered whether it was because he was just a more masculine guy than the rest of the other bikers that made him the boss, or if he'd had to brute force his way to the top. Either conclusion suited me just fine as I let him use my muzzle like a sleeve, a pleasure for a man like him.

"Now keep still like," he hissed under his breath, "Let sir do all the work. You jus' keep that throat open and enjoy the ride."

I felt him sidle up to the stall wall, his crotch pressed right up against the hole so that he could get as much through as he could. I did as I was told, I kept still for him, trying to calm the shivers that iced down my spine and splintering along every nerve. Didn't even realise it until I could feel them, that I was shaking all over, maybe from the excitement, maybe from the exhaustion, who knew? It was on fire though, just burning with the need. I wanted to satisfy Monster as best I could, don't even know why really; it just felt good to do it.

He began to slowly pull himself back out of my muzzle, leisurely just drawing back his cock and letting every inch just slip free of me. It's like one of those porn movies, where the actor giving head is sucking down somebody far larger than you'd ever think, and it's at that moment where they're bottomed out inside their muzzle just before that first withdraw. Then it happens and you just can't believe your eyes because it looks like it shouldn't even be possible. Well, that was what was running through my head, with my eyes wide as I just stared at this black flesh sliding out of my mouth. More and more just kept coming until it was almost absurd that he was that long, until finally the head began to graze along my tongue. It was fat and bulbous, just like the rest of the shaft, only it throbbed with a painful urge. Pre drooled from its tip freely, the polar bear must have been worked up, and I could just taste the richness to his seed. It was just a sample, but I wanted the real thing. I wanted his cum inside me, any way I could get it.

He pushed back in with just as much ease ad he'd pulled out, taking his sweet time to just ride my throat with his dick. I had to really angle myself to keep my muzzle open, to keep it perfectly aligned for his needs, to get it just right that he'd get balls deep every time without so much as a hitch. Sure, part of me wanted to struggle, my neck was already sore and my ass had begun to throb with the soft lulls of numbness and that faint sting of being overstretched, but I didn't want it to end, not until Monster was done. He fucked my mouth gently at first, just sliding from head to base with rolls of his hips, those muscles bulging beneath the leather, the creak of the material filling the air to join the slaps of flesh and slurping lips. His black length would emerge shiny and moist, a stark comparison to the hot, dull leather he wore, before he'd slam back in, until my face was buried back again in the coarse white of his fur.

I don't really recall how long he spent fucking my face. The realist in me wagers that it can't have been any more than maybe ten, twenty minutes. But the fantasist in me believes wholeheartedly that it was an hour or more, and right there and then in that moment I was an utter fantasist. He just took his sweet ass time just thrusting, back and forth, over and over, all the way to his balls before all the way out to the head. Occasionally he'd switch it up, let me polish his glans with my tongue, suckle a little on the feed of pre he produced, gave me a chance to just savour and relax with him inside my mouth. But then it would soon return to the usual routine, the pace only faster and heavier this time, throwing more of his weight behind his cock then when he'd first started. I had thought that maybe this would just be it, though the idea seemed a little disappointing. I was beginning to expect that Monster would just cream in my face, unload down my throat, and be done with me. The rate he was pounding my muzzle certainly gave the impression, where heavy slaps of his cock ramming into my throat, me just gargling and trying to keep up with him, a snarl and a brutal growl coming from him every now and then, I honestly figured that might have been where we'd leave things. So much for all his talk.

Boy was I wrong.

Very abruptly, so suddenly that when he tore himself free of my muzzle I gasped in a splutter and a cough, he took a step back from the stall wall and let his cock bob in the open air. I could see lines of my spit still dangling between my lips and his shaft, globs of the stuff just dripping down to the floor as it slid over his flesh. I panted in heaved breaths, wondering what the hell was going on now, and I got back an equally breathy, lusty response,

"Turn 'round. Show me tha' hole."

I'd like to say I had a bit more self-control than to just stumble around the cubicle and shoving me ass up to the gloryhole for him, but I can't lie. With weak knees and a breathless chest, I staggered around to do as he bid. I held my ass aloft, right up into the hole for him to see, and I spread my legs apart so that he could get a good view of my bred entrance.

"Grab yer cheeks, spread 'em."

"Yes sir."

Each paw grasped each of my respective buttocks and I pulled them apart. I could feel my hole just open that little bit slightly, an errant dribble of seed dripping loose from my fucked ass. He growled at the sight, loving the image of my ass, full of cum and ready for his dick. I flexed some fingers and tugged at the edges of my hole to pull them apart further still, to really show off my ass for him, to toy with the load and finger it back inside me, groaning as I did so with the flesh so sensitive down there. If that's how I felt with fingers, can you imagine how anxious I was to see what it'd be like with Monster's jaw-dropping dick?

I sensed the cock return through the gloryhole, but he smacked the blunt head against my fucked ass. I winced from the feeling, but he enjoyed making me wait in torment, taunting me with just the sensation of his member slapping against me. What else could I do? It wasn't like I could just command him to fuck me. Monster had already decided he was gonna have all the control and power, and I'd just willingly given it him without so much as a fight. He would make the move when he wanted to enter me.

"Fuck yeah, such a sloppy hole," he said, a low rumble to his voice, "Tell me how loose it is."

I whimpered.

"It's so loose sir, it's so sloppy and open," in reality, it wasn't really. I mean, as much as I like to think I was still fucked raw by Choker and Clink, enough time had passed that I'd gained some strength back, though it was undeniably sore. Nothing I couldn't deal with though, but much like Clink had gotten off on the thought of fucking an ass that didn't have any hold to it, I reckoned Monster must have enjoyed the same thought - though he seemed more preoccupied with humiliating me for it. He must have had a fetish for degrading his hook-ups, getting them to an all-time low before gracing them with his cock inside them. I have to say, there and then, it was actually working.

"Yeah it is," he confirmed, again just smacking my rim with his head, teasing with just the very tip pushed against the hole, "Beg fo' my dick, you lil slut."

"Please sir, please fuck me," I still can't believe myself in looking back. I never begged for guys. Never. "Please give me your huge cock, please fuck me. I wanna be your bitch."

"Damn right you do."

Monster pushed his fat head to my hole and began to press in. Whatever resistance I'd gained back in that short respite was quickly eroded away as I felt Monster stretching me open. I grimaced and grunted, but he made light work of my ass and within seconds he was sliding himself in like it was home from home. I think I clutched onto whatever I could for support, whining and huffing out in ragged breaths as he entered me, because it was just so much. He was spreading me wider than Clink, going deeper than either Choker, and yet there was still more to go. The feeling of a normal, hefty cock just pushing into me was a godsend, the sensation something I could just enjoy and relish as I was filled. We weren't even halfway done, I don't think, when Monster bumped my prostate and had my cock drooling into my jockstrap, but I don't think Monster really cared. He was going deeper still until he was hilted inside me, that much was clear, and I remember struggling the last few inches trying to take him. He was adamant it was going in, my body was adamant that there was no more room, and my brain couldn't cope with deciding who to side with.

Naturally there was only possible outcome.

With a sharp thrust from his hips which made me strangle a shriek of something intense I don't know whether it was pleasure or pain, Monster bottomed out inside my ass. I wanted him to start to fuck me immediately, to give me something to move away from the discomfort, but he held it there, and I just couldn't move,

"Yeah, there ya go, who's a bitch now, huh? All full of sir's cock."

I couldn't respond, I was too focused on not clenching down too hard on his member, though in reality he had impaled me either way, a silly tightening muscle wasn't going to perturb him from reaming me. He held himself there whilst my body adjusted, though I don't think it was really a kindness he was paying to me, more for himself so that when it came to actually fucking me he wouldn't have a too tight hole clamping down on him. Seconds ticked past as I stood there, ass to the stall wall, with over a foot of bear cock inside me, just waiting and groaning in whimpered efforts.

"You ready?" I wasn't, but I said yes anyway.

So the fucking started. Monster was right, he wasn't like any other man I'd ever known who'd fucked me before. He was fast, hard, heavy, and powerful. He just wouldn't let up and every stroke that came was accompanied with a slam against the wall as his hips collided with the thin wood. The wall between us shook, and over my shoulder I could see his leathered paws gripped at the top edge for support as he railed me. If Choker or Clink had given me any trouble before, Monster was really giving me a run for my money. My ass was screaming from the sensation, the loads churned up by this fat cock now coursing through it, marking his shaft and dribbling the remaining cum all along his dark length. I couldn't even stop it even if I tried, my hole was no longer my own as I was fucked senseless. I moaned aloud, high pitched like a complete slut I'd become, and my whole body was just quaking from the force.

He rode me hard, just like he fucked me face, from root to tip and back again all within blistering seconds. Those ample balls would smack my own, though it felt redundant to even consider myself a man to this guy when really I could have been anything at all, and all I was reduced to was a hole for him to fuck. Not even a person, just a hole in the wall, in a restroom. Didn't matter if it was my mouth or my ass, if I enjoyed it or not, or hell even if I came. It was all about him, this stranger, and I loved it. I pressed my ass back as far as it would go, so that he had all the access he needed to my wrought hole. I could feel the strain on my engorged rim, the lips puffing up to meet his ebony shaft, but I don't think he cared. He smashed his crotch into my ass, cum smearing against his leather as it spread around my cheeks.

I think some part of him had given up on goading me with verbal abuse. In that moment, I think he was just too caught up in fucking my ass and letting his dick get enveloped in my warm, wet guts. Which was fine, I don't think I had it in me to be able to voice a response beyond a struggled moan or a gasping whimper, and my mind was too focused on him sliding through my like a sword, just cutting through the flesh and carving out a path. Monster was making his mark on me in ways the others never could, and I could really feel him diving deeper and deeper until it was like I could take no more. He was there, I could feel it, just pushing at my abdomen with that monstrous cock of his, and I was spread so wide I don't think I was gonna sit right for a week. Even now, as I type this up, I'm shifting uncomfortably in my seat. Thinking back to it doesn't help, but I have to tell someone.

Beneath it all I knew there'd have to be a moment where it'd come to an end. Monster couldn't keep the rest of his convoy waiting outside in the baking sun, nor could he hold out forever and stave off his orgasm. I don't know how much time had passed but at that stage it had felt like an age already. By the time I heard his breath becoming as ragged as mine, with his thrusts falling into the lapse of deep and short, I knew it was coming. He really did draw it out as much as he could though, making sure I was set on every second leading up to his climax. I could hear the scrapes of claws through wood, wincing at the reckless property damage, though it probably mattered little to the proprietors. The place was barely kept up as it was, who cared what damage a horny polar bear did whilst he was fucking a donkey's ass?

He started muttering something, just words and phrases that I'd already heard before, you don't really need to read them to get the idea already. Monster was rutting me hard though, to the point where I felt like my guts might tear, as he slammed his cock home over and over and over. But unlike the others who liked to build to their orgasm, Monster just soared right through his. He kept fucking me even though he gave out a bellowing roar, that ebony member still careening through my ass and ripping me a new one as it now flooded with more seed. But the bear's load was heavier and thicker than I'd expected, sloppier than the others, and it filled me up within one spurt. It didn't help that Monster was still pumping into me whilst his cock surged with cum, because I could feel it hitting the pit of my abdomen and leaving a hot, searing point of bliss just right there above my dick. I was moaning and grunting as he roared, his hips clashing with the wall in a loud, slick bang. I don't know how long his orgasm lasted because I think he just rode right through it until he was spent, and then kept fucking me some more. In the end, I had to beg him to stop, my ass was just frothing with jizz and I couldn't hold it anymore. Pitifully I spoke up with wavering voice,

"P-please stop, sir," I pleaded, holding back the sob of frustration as giving up had never been an option ever before, "Please sir..."

"Shut th' fuck up," he spat back almost instantly, not even considering the words. They came so naturally I had to just assume he was used to keeping his bottoms in line, "We're done when I say we are."

And that was the end of the bartering. He fucked me hard still even when he had finished cumming, or so I guessed, and he continued to pump into me even though much of his load was now backing up and spilling out around my rim. I couldn't hold it back, I could feel the pleasure just spiking through me every time he ground against my prostate, but that was it. It was just a few, long, excruciating minutes of him really wrecking my hole before he tore himself free. In an instant he was gone, the last touch of him leaving my body, his cock sliding out with every inch in one rapid movement. I squealed and collapsed against the stall wall, paws trying to steady myself, as I buckled over, ass now empty and terribly loose, his seed, everyone else's loads, all just spilling out from me. I clutched at my stomach and grimaced whilst my guts evacuated themselves of the cum. I could hear it splattering to the floor in thick, lewd slops, just wrong to the ears. I daren't even look down in case all I see is a growing pool of discoloured white goo, the seed of several men, the seed that had been oozing inside me and still lingered there in the deepest most points, where even I couldn't reach with fingers or toys.

I heard Monster wiping himself clean with a huff, the zip of leather pants soon to follow, and I followed the sounds of his footsteps clomping around the restroom at a casual pace as he left for the door. I didn't want him to go. He was right, I wanted more. I didn't need to know his name, see his face, I didn't care what else he put me through, I just wanted another round with him.

"See ya around, boy. We'll be passing through in 'bout three weeks. If you ain't here, then it's your loss."

Then he was gone, and I was left alone. I felt so small and used as I squatted there, panting for the life of me, moaning as my guts complained for sake of emptying themselves, whilst he got on his bike and rode away. I counted every second he was gone, even when the engines throttled back into life and the sound of stones being kicked up by several tyres clattered outside. The thunder disappeared back off on the road in which way I had no idea, until it got to the point where I could no longer hear it, regardless of how hard I strained my ears to listen.

What happened next was a numb blur. I distinctly remember tidying myself up and staggering out of the restroom and getting to my car. I don't remember the drive back, a little terrifying, but I'm going to chalk it up to an incredibly lucky day, and as I stumbled back into my place I just collapsed in the bath tub for about an hour, not to clean myself, god no, I wanted to smell of them forever, but just to let my ass leak whatever was left inside me. There was a shocking amount still left to go, thick and creamy, and I had no idea who's it was except that it was a concoction of three of them at least.

Now part of me wants to say I washed it down the plug hole, and that I definitely didn't crouch down on all fours in the tub and lick every drop clean until I had returned it to its original, pearly shine. But hey, this is the internet and you've got no idea who I am, so yeah, that's exactly what I did.

I'm going back in three weeks. It's already marked in my calendar. I've been set beside myself with anticipation, I can't go a single day without thinking about getting into that stall again and waiting for the thunder to come barrelling down that road. It's beginning to even affect my life, I've grown distant from my friends, my family, and my work is starting to suffer. I've had people express concerns but what can I tell them? I've been so giddily wrapped up in this I've just had to tell somebody. Which is you. And now it's out there, maybe I can just let these next few weeks just fly by.

It's just two weeks. I can manage two weeks.