A Risky Return to Sin City

One of the masters gets back into the driver’s seat and we pull away. DR. D is back on his cell again, talking quietly. He then calls out to the driver “Donnie is at the Garage on East Flamingo. He and his bubbies are out on the terrace, we’ll meet them there. So, who is Donnie? What is the Garage? And what is going to happen to me next since obviously we are not heading to DR. D’s home.

It’s not a long ride, but during the trip DR. D wipes my butt crack down with some antiseptic wipes and does the same with my face. A straw is put to my lips, and I am told to drink. The water is refreshing and helps clear the stagnant sex taste in my mouth. He then takes ahold of my dick and pushes it into what I guess is a plastic urinal and tells me to pee. I do all I can to obey his command as I still vividly recall the severe punishment I suffered through last time I was called upon to pee and didn’t. It will remain a hard lesson learned to be remembered forever. He then shows me a trash basket with four used condoms in it and states “We’re a long way from filling this up, you’ve got work ahead of you.” Not comforting words. “I’ll be saving then. Disappoint any of my friends and you’ll be sucking the cum out of them.” Even less comforting words. He seems to be doing some housekeeping. Straightening up after his guests’ departure. Acting out such a gay stereotype.

We arrived at our destination. They find a parking spot on the street. The van is shut down and the three get out of the van, again exposing me as two of them exit via the side sliding door. DR. D says “We’ll be back in a bit, don’t fret, you’re on camera connected to my cell phone” as he nonchalantly slides the door closed. The mood lighting is still on, but the music is off. And here I stay bound tight to my frame. I’m starting to ache from being held this way for so long. My butt feels tender too, it hasn’t had any abuse since the last time I was in Vegas. I’ve only been here a few hours, maybe a little more, and I have already had seven cocks and a beer bottle screwing my hole, if my count is right.

I have no idea how long I was left, probably less than an hour, but it seems like forever. All there is for me to do is to listen to the pedestrians that pass by the van and road traffic whose headlights illuminate my space as they drive by. I continue to hope no one can see in. I start to doze off.

I am startled awake by the side door opening. A crowd gets in, they are all in a festive mood. And to my concern, they are overly loud about describing what they see as they climb in. All of Vegas could hear them. “So, we can do pretty much anything we want as long as we ware rubbers, right?” I hear uttered. My mind questions why I have placed myself in this stupid predicament.

While it seems like some of the boys settle in the back of the van, two get right to it. I hear and somewhat see them unzipping their pants, tearing open condom packages and positioning themselves, one in front and one behind. Both need to stroke themselves to get hard, but that doesn’t take long. I’m penetrated first from behind. He’s not so big and I’m thankful. He starts doing his thing, but I quickly forget about him and what’s happening from behind as the guy in front is now pushing into my mouth. He is long, very long, not big in circumference, but long. And he is pushing all the way in. I gag immediately. He doesn’t seem to mind and keeps thrusting in and out. Unconsciously I bite down, he pulls out and he smacks my face hard. “The bitch bit me!” DR. D says, “Hold on; I’ll fix it.”  My peripheral vision sees him coming by me, telling me to open and he ratches my jaw open with a Jennings dental gag. “Just don’t make him puke, I don’t want that mess in my van. Let me put a towel down, he’s drooling” And for the next five minutes this new friend shoves his dick in and out of my mouth and I do all I can to take it as there is no choice; slobbering profusely over his cock as I gag and choke, trying all the tricks I know to overcome and accept this invasion. To add to my torment, he keeps scooping up saliva flowing down and smears my face with it covering my eyes and nose with the disgusting mess. Twice he squeezes my nose close so I can’t use it to breath, adding to his joy as this makes my throat tightens around his cock as I struggle to get a breath.

Eventually, the two mercifully decide to switch, ending the current oral abuse. While I didn’t really want the dick that had just been pounding my hole in my mouth, it was much smaller, so I was better off. He also didn’t go deep. It didn’t take long for the dick now assaulting my butt to shoot his load and he pulls out quickly, thanking DR. D for providing a fun crescendo for his Friday evening. The guy using my mouth returned to his original back position, and within three or four minutes also shot his load. These guys indicated as soon as they were done that it was late and needed to head out; again, thanking their host for the invite. In a nearly unintelligible voice, I meekly thanked them as required through my still propped open mouth.

I hear the others, who are mostly behind me and out of view repositioning and getting themselves ready.  Expecting a cock to be entering me shortly, I am startled when instead I am flogged on my bag and butt. After about six or seven swats, a hand reaches under me and starts to fondle and message my sack and cock. It’s the first positive sexual stimulation of the night. The pain of the hits subsides as I concentrate on the hand actions. Very nice, until he starts stretching my balls further down than nature intended. I feel tightness squeezing the strained upper sack as a leather ball stretcher is snapped around it. My now compacted balls are assaulted with a flogger making my body jump and strain against the leather straps that hold me. This attention ends and is replaced with another ass fucking. As he pounds me, I feel his balls bounce against my restrained ball sack. He didn’t last long. I recall his parting comment, “You said he’s had eight dicks tonight already, yet he is still tight as can be, I got to find more straight guys wanting to be fuck, their great.” I’m so proud.

Turns out that in addition to the three Dominants that made up the original party, four more guys had come out with them at this stop. So, there should be another yet to service. He dropped his drawers, got behind me and added a large glob of lube to my hole. It was for good reason. This cock was wide. It turns out it wasn’t that long, but it had a mighty girth. My hole is not happy as he pushes his erect shaft in. It was the first time I had true pain when being fucked on this trip, even more than my adventure with the beer bottle. It was a sustained aching type of discomfort that lasted for at least the first three or more minutes of his pounding. He was enjoying my tightness as shown with his grunting and groaning as he thrusted in and out making the most of his hip movements to add a rotation to the drives. I was thankful to feel him finally let go and then extract himself. It was not without a momentary scare. Because of his girt, the rubber was pulled off when he withdrew. With its open end outside of me, he was able to grab it and yanked it out.  So, it still did its job, and I was left clean and safe.

I was pleased that all these guys were wearing rubbers Of course, much of this comfort was from the relief I felt related to the health reasons, but also because I felt clean inside. A load of cum in the butt isn’t the best of sensations. I did not feel nearly as degraded as I did when I was filled with cum time and time again the last time I was here. I had both unprotected and covered dicks tonight and no one had yet deposited semen in me.

With the last two guys done with me, I listened to them socialize a little with the hosts before they departed. When they left, they again gave their gratitude to DR. D. One also began to thank me, but DR. D corrected him, stating it was the ‘cunt’ who owed them the thanks. Hearing this I quickly then spoke out one last time through the gag “Thank you Sirs for using me!” hoping to avoid punishment.