Tell them you're happy right where you are.
From Create Your Own Story
"You sure?" the gray haired delivery man says with mock worry. "Leave you like that in a room full of strangers?" He meets the gaze of the leather stud.
"My name's Dean," he says, and slaps your ass. "But you can call me sir. There. Now we ain't strangers."
The Italian delivery man laughs, and says "guess the show's not over yet, guys," to the room. You hear a few voices shout encouragement, and remember the guy in the wifebeater and his three friends were nearby. Your cock throbs - you're aroused and humiliated all at once.
"Have fun," the gray haired man says, a smirk on his face, and rubs your hair once more. Then the two delivery men leave.
You can feel the leather stud behind you. His gloved hand slaps your ass again. “Ready for more?” he says.
“Yes sir,” you say, voice a little shaky.
“Nice view," he says, and you squirm.
Dean reaches two fingers between your legs, and rubs them at your hole. You let out a little moan as he rubs your ass – his leather-clad fingers are a strange sensation – and he chuckles.
“You like that, boy?” he says.
“Yes, sir,” you reply, and gasp as he pushes two fingers into your ass a bit. The sensation is somehow both rough and smooth, all at once.
"Damn right he does," one of the other men says, and Dean chuckles.
Dean's hand appears around the edge of the stocks, holding the leather codpiece that covered his crotch. He presses the codpiece into your mouth, his arm reaching awkwardly, even as he shoves his two fingers deeper into your ass, a little rougher this time.
You gasp, and he pushes the leather object into your mouth.
“Bite down on that, boy!”
You bite down, and the musk of leather and sweat is heady. You hear footsteps, but your range of vision is too restricted to see how many people have approached, or what they're doing.
"Fuck yeah!" one of the other men says. Another laughs.
Dean presses his fingers deeper into you, then pulls them out slowly. You moan into the leather codpiece.
“You want to get fucked, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes sir,” you try to say, voice a little muffled by speaking around the codpiece.
“What’s that?” Dean asks. “Can’t hear you.”
“Yes sir!” you manage to yell it louder, through teeth clenching the leather codpiece.
“Yes sir, what?” Dean’s voice is amused.
“Yes sir, fuck me!” you’re nearly yelling. The four men laugh again.
Dean aligns his cock, now hard, at your hole and shoves in with a violent thrust that makes you see stars. You bite down, grunting around the leather in your jaw, hands curling into fists in the stocks, and your legs shaking. You try to lean away from Dean's cock, but he takes your waist in both hands, and yanks towards him with a jerk that shoves his hard cock even deeper into your hole.
“Fuck that’s good!” Dean says loudly, and then pulls back and shoves into you again with another rough thrust. This time you’re slightly more prepared, but he still batters you inside with his cock. The men begin to chant, "fuck him!" as Dean enters you, and you can turn your head just enough to see them watching, and jerking. A man with a goatee licks his lips, watching you. It's incredibly erotic, getting fucked in front of these guys. You’re grunting, and swearing into the leather codpiece, and yet soon, with every rough entry, you’re also gasping, and making little mewling noises in the back of your throat, smelling and tasting the sweat and leather of the codpiece in your mouth.
His hands change grips, grabbing the wooden stocks on either side of your hands, and he yanks it towards him with every thrust. He sinks deeper into your ass, and you feel a heat spreading up your balls and cock.
"Fuck him," the men continue to chant. "Fuck him!"
“Fuck, fuck...” Dean’s voice grows ragged as his assault continues. “Fuck!”
With the final swear, he unloads in you deep, your battered hole filling with thick cum in what feels like three hot waves. It’s too much, and you tip over the edge, coming where you stand and shooting a stream of cum against the stocks – you didn’t even touch your cock!
Dean breathes heavily for a few seconds, then pulls his cock out of you. You wince, and he laughs, walking around to the front of the stocks and taking the codpiece from your mouth and snapping it back into place over his cum-sticky cock.
You look up at him, sweat slick on your skin, and he smiles down at you.
"How's that?” he says. “You want to go? I got better toys at home, and I bet your ass would love it.”
“Don’t go yet,” comes another voice, and you manage to crane your head and see the guy in the wifebeater. He’s standing to the left of Dean, his cock in hand, stroking himself. It’s obvious he enjoyed watching Dean fuck you in the stocks. “We’re waiting for our turn.”
The other three guys he came into the bar with are all there, too, standing around watching you. They’re a pretty sleazy looking bunch, mostly in muscle shirts and denim. They’re unshaven, and they’re all probably at least twenty years older than you, but they’re looking at you like they could all eat you right up.
You say...
