I was cumming nonstop. Cumming on the dick buried in my ass, clenching hard around it, my body convulsing, legs shaking out of control. Cumming in another's mouth, gagging, spit and pre-cum drooling down my chin, dripping onto my tits. Cumming just from feeling the cocks in my hands throbbing, hot and thick. I lost all track of time. Five minutes? Ten? An hour? Didn't fucking matter anymore. It was just meat, just dick, just holes getting used. One guy came in my ass, hot spurts filling it up again, thick cum oozing down my thighs, and right away another slid in, slamming without waiting. I sucked another one, took him deep down my throat, felt him pulse there, while my hands kept jerking off two more. I swapped the dicks in my hands. Someone yanked my hair back, another squeezed my tits hard, another smacked my already destroyed ass. I screamed, moaned, cried from horniness, from pain, from pleasure that wouldn't quit.
It was violent. Almost gore-level shit. The skin on my ass burned so bad that every new slap felt like it was ripping me open. My asshole was gaping, swollen, throbbing, stuffed with cum that kept leaking out nonstop, mixed with lube, pooling hot on the mattress. My pussy swollen, red, aching from all the rubbing, the squeezing, the pounding. My mouth numb, lips puffy, throat raw. But it was magic. The hottest fucking fetish I'd ever lived out. Being nothing but holes. Getting used up to the limit. Getting fucked, sucked, jerked, passed around like an object. And cumming. Cumming nonstop. Cumming without even knowing whose dick was making me cum. Cumming just from feeling the next one slide in, the next one throb, the next one blow his load inside me.
I slipped into a total insane frenzy. There was no me anymore. Just body. Just lust. Just flesh getting devoured. The moans turned into one endless raw, animal sound. Sweat poured down my back in rivers, dripping onto the mattress. The stench of cum, sweat, sex, lube filled everything. I felt my ass overflowing, cum running down my thighs, splattering the floor. Felt my mouth full, throat swallowing on autopilot. Felt my hands slick, working nonstop. And I came. Came again. And again. Body convulsing, legs giving out, arms shaking, but I didn't stop. They didn't stop.
After they'd all busted—five times, maybe more, I lost count—Diego came over. He looked down, chuckling low, his voice thick with lust and ownership.
My little asshole was packed with cum, leaking like it was spurting seed from it.
He ran his hand there, fingers scooping up his buddies' jizz, smearing it on the head of his own cock that was rock-hard again. He pressed in. The hot tip rubbed the sloppy entrance, pushing the cum back inside before he even entered.
And then, not giving a fuck about his friends' loads, he slammed in too. Deep. Hard. No warning. I screamed loud, my whole body shaking. His dick plunged into that already full, already stretched, already marked ass. I felt the thickness forcing its way again, shoving his friends' semen deeper, mixing it all up, making it overflow even more. He pounded fast, growling low in my ear, hands gripping my waist hard, nails digging into the red skin. Every thrust made the cum leak more, soak my thighs, drip to the floor. I came again just from feeling him inside, squeezing tight around him, tears streaming, voice fading into hoarse, broken moans, body convulsing all over.
He came last. Hot jets mixing with his friends', filling it even more, overflowing, thick streams running down my thighs to the floor.
When they were all done, I got up smiling and calm and said I needed a shower bad, then bolted to the bathroom desperate to clean up. I was covered in cum outside, leaking down my thighs, stuck to my tits, my neck, my hair, my whole face. The strong smell rose from my body, mixed with sweat, lube, and that cloying, nauseating sweetness of sex that never washes off. But the worst wasn't that. The worst was what I felt inside: a filth no water could touch.
I stepped into the shower and cranked the hot water. Steam rose fast, fogging the glass. I let it hit my head first, running down my face, neck, shoulders, tits. The hot water beat on the still-red skin from the slaps, the finger marks, the bites, and it hurt good and bad at the same time. I closed my eyes and just stood there, feeling the heat wrap around me, the roar of the water hitting the tiles loud, drowning out the world outside.
That's when it really hit me. Suddenly this weird emptiness crashed in, a sadness so huge it swallowed everything. My chest tightened hard, like someone had shoved a hand in and twisted. I felt awful, used up and tossed away. Like, I know I wanted it in the moment. Wanted it bad. It was fucking intense feeling those six guys crazy for me, wanting me so much they were shaking, cumming on me, in me, filling me till I overflowed. It was too damn exciting, I loved every second. Every slap, every dick, every load made me feel alive, desired, powerful in this sick way.
But now, under the shower alone, reality sank in. A hole in my chest the size of the world. I started crying mixed with the hot water. Hot tears running down my face, blending with the steam, falling to my chest with the spray. The sobs came out raw, low, choked, like I was trying to hold back what I couldn't anymore.
And then the questions hit, one after another like slaps I was giving myself.
Do I really need to do all this just to get Diego's love?
Why do I put up with so much shit?
Why do I let him turn me into this?
I agreed to play this twisted game, agreed to obey, agreed to be his little slut and his friends'... but fuck, in my head I was going way too far.
And here I was, naked in the shower, crying like a dumb teenager, wondering if I could still turn back or if I'd lost myself for good. The water kept pouring, hot and steady, washing the dirt off the outside but not touching what was inside. I pressed my forehead to the cold tile, closed my eyes, and let the crying pour out full, holding nothing back.
I don't know how long I stayed like that. Just know when I got out, wrapped in a towel, body clean on the outside but heavy inside, the emptiness was still there.
Bigger than before.