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The Bottom Audition
The ad was short, simple, and straightforward. Right there in the personals section, under the heading 'Men Seeking Men.' It read: 'Male Sex Club seeks hungry bottom for regular abuse. Call 555-5555.' Shit, I told myself. That one's written for me! Big Tom answered the phone. Yes, this is the club that placed the ad. Yes, they have an immediate opening.
Big Tom then proceeded to spell out the requirements of the position. I must be ready for work every single night. I must get myself bathed, douched and dressed by 9PM. Dress was to be a T shirt, jeans, and sneakers. No underwear, no socks. I would expect a phone call exactly at 9PM and then be given the address where my services were required. I was to bring along several dozen condoms which I was expected to provide at my own expense. Regular club gang-bang nights usually took place at the club's crib. But on other nights, the club might rent me out to an individual member who needed me either just for himself, or more frequently to entertain some of his friends. Or the club might get together with one of their brother organizations at one of their cribs for a joint gang-bang. Or they might just rent me out to another club to use for the night.
All this talk about rent of course made me curious. But the arrangements were simple enough. The club kept 100% of the rental fees to pay for their ongoing expenses. My wages were a nightly ass full of cum. As a bottom with an insatiable asshole, this seemed eminently fair to me.
Tom explained that the Bitch Boy, which would be my title, was used hard and heavy. I would start by sucking off every guy in the room, sometimes eating out their assholes as well. But the primary activity each night would be serial fucking; frequent sandwich fucking, and double penetration of my asshole would not be uncommon. About once a month was Hole Spreading Night, Tom said. That's when I could expect large dildos and fisting. Each night, I would probably not return home until at least after 3AM, and possibly not until breakfast, so I should plan on getting in a daytime nap. I thought to myself, Hell, I'll sleep at my job like I do anyway.
The Bitch Boy, he told me, usually only lasted a few months. Maybe a year if he was young and fit. But like a cassette tape for an especially hot porn flick, after constant repeated use, the Bitch Boy inevitably wore out and needed to be discarded. I could expect the same treatment. Furthermore, if I failed to answer my phone by the third ring, or failed to show up for an appointment, the club would send their enforcer out to track me down and drag me in. The entire club would fuck the shit out of me one last time and then I would never hear from them again. There would be no second chances.
I told Big Tom I understood all this and found the conditions very agreeable. I asked when I could start. He told me I could audition that night.
I hung up and went right out to the drugstore where I bought half their inventory of Trojans. The clerk gave me a wink. Then I went home and showered and used my Dyna-douche to get thoroughly clean inside. I was way too excited to nap. I dressed just as I had been instructed and waited by the phone. It rang while my wall clock was still striking 9. I picked it up on the second ring and got the address, which that night was the club's crib.
It turned out to be the basement of a sporting goods store owned by one of the members. Big Tom met me in the parking lot and brought me in through a side door and down a flight of stairs into a small storeroom. Along the walls were photographs, close-ups of men's assholes. This was the club's trophy room. Tom pointed to each hole and named the Bitch Bottom, when he was here, how long he lasted, and any special attributes he had. I expect that if they were face pictures, Big Tom probably wouldn't remember anything about them. The asshole was the feature the club members saw the most. Tom told me to wait here a few minutes and he went into the next room. I opened my satchel and took out a handful of condoms to stuff in my pocket. Then waited.
It seemed like an eternity, but eventually the door opened again and I was ushered into a room, totally darkened except for one overhead light under which I was placed. I could tell there were about a dozen men around me. I could smell the testosterone. I had worn my tightest jeans and as I slowly turned around, I could feel their eyeballs sizing up my buttocks.
"Kneel, Bitch Boy," someone commanded. I obeyed and immediately saw a large cock in front of my face. He too was in jeans, but instead of a shirt, he wore a studded leather harness. I opened my mouth and swallowed his swelling mantool. In quick succession, the others also received their blowjobs. A couple of them couldn't hold their loads, but poured them down my throat. Meanwhile, hands were pawing at my head, at my ass, and at my clothes. My shirt was pulled off and thrown aside. Someone pulled my sneakers off, while someone else unbuttoned my waist and unzipped my fly. This allowed room for a few hands to begin exploring my ass. One member soon had his middle finger up my hole. All the while I was on my knees sucking cocks, one or two at a time.
"Pick him up, guys," someone said, and I was hoisted into a sling. My jeans came off the rest of the way and I was buck naked. I saw that most of the members had also stripped off their clothes. The guy with my jeans pulled out the wad of condoms and handed them to me. "You're going to need these now," he said. I clenched them in my hand. I lay on my back in the sling and my feet were inserted into two stirrups, giving anyone who wanted ready access to my hole. I immediately felt a wet tongue licking my hole. It was soon penetrating deep inside, moistening my tunnel with spit. Many fingers followed. Someone grabbed one of the condoms from my clenched fist and soon I felt the first of many cocks begging for entrance. For the next half hour or so, there was always someone's cock up my ass, and another one down my throat. The condom supply in my hand was being exhausted quickly. Hands were yanking on my own cock and squeezing my balls, and someone kept biting my nipples. Th! en things let up briefly. Big Tom asked me if I needed to piss and I nodded. They lifted me out of the sling and led me to a hole in the concrete floor. It was about three feet square and one foot deep with a drain hole in the bottom. The area had a faint aroma of old urine. I stepped down into the hole and began taking my leak when I was suddenly showered in piss. All the members were standing around me urinating directly on my body, on my head, and in my face. I opened my mouth and took a long draft of hot golden manpiss.
When I climbed out, I was dripping. Someone threw me a towel, an old rag actually. I used it to dry my hands enough to go to my satchel and get a new supply of condoms. "Do you know how a dog barks, Bitch Boy?" I took my cue and knelt down on all fours and began howling like a hound dog. But the howling was soon stifled by another cock in my mouth. A collar was put on my neck attached to a leash. Someone pulled a condom out of my paw and soon I was being a literal bitch to this pack of alpha dogs. "Ride him hard, Mike," like Mike really needed any encouragement. He was plowing into my bitch ass like a dog in heat, pulling away on the leash like it was a rein. After Mike, Pablo got on me. He was a lithe guy and once his extra long dick was firmly ensconced in my hole, he spread his legs on either side of my hips. This gave access to Rick who pushed his cock in right under Pablo's. My first, but certainly not my last, double penetration. It felt exhilarating having two thr! obbing mantools in my hole at once.
Throughout all this time, the members were swigging beer and Coke. For my part, I was swigging jizz, and lots of it. Not to mention the liters of piss I must have swallowed while standing in the hole. So after all the dogs had fucked their bitch, several times each in fact, and the condom supply in my paw was again exhausted, Hairy Harry grabbed the leash and led me on all fours back to the piss hole. This time, I stepped down into it on my hands and knees. I lifted one leg up and pissed, actually missing the hole and getting a member's ankles instead. Again I was showered in manpiss. And someone kept jerking my leash back so my face and open mouth could get their share.
Then the collar was removed and I retrieved more condoms from my satchel. Two members had laid down on a pool table, with their heads at opposite ends. Their asses were touching with one man's legs laying over the other's. A third member held their two cocks together while a fourth slid a single condom over both. Then I was lifted into the air and carefully lowered on to this double dick. My second double penetration. Guys held my arms and knees as the two fuckers worked in masterful tandem to fuck me long and hard. After they were finished, and I was lifted off, I turned and pulled off the condom and sucked the double dick until it exploded double jizz in my throat. Of course, as I leaned over the table to do this, another cock began plowing my asshole.
Things were moving at a rapid clip now. Everybody wanted to get off at least one more load, and some guys began fucking each other while they waited for an opening at my opening. Some guys lap fucked me, others scissor fucked me on the floor. One big brute, Tony, picked me up in his arms. I threw my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and he fucked me standing up, the whole while french kissing my pissed-up jizzed-up mouth. On my last trip to the pisshole, Jake climbed down into the hole with me and told me to bend over and place my hands on the edge on the hole. He proceeded to fuck me while everyone else showered both of us in piss. This time, most of the members aimed at Jake's dick, giving it extra lube as he ramrodded my hole. But one guy still gave me my share of his secondhand beer.
When Jake was finished, we both stood up and someone went over to the wall and turned a valve. I had not noticed the showerhead before, mounted directly over the pisshole. Big Tom threw each of us a bar of soap and we lathered up. But Jake did most of his lathering on my worn out asshole. His hot slick soapy hand felt so good on my poor tired sphincter. The other guys couldn't resist and soon they were all crowding down into the hole under the shower, running their wet soapy hands over my ass, cock and balls. Hairy Harry turned off the shower and got a fresh pile of towels, real towels, and passed them out, and we all sat down on the edges of the pisshole, fairly exhausted. As we sat, each man wanking his neighbor's dick, Tony began to talk business.
"Young Man," he said, "I think I speak for all of us when I say that tonight you were a most satisfactory Bitch Boy." The others nodded. I thanked him. "Do you think you can do this every night?" Again I nodded. I told them my hungry asshole had never had such a delicious feast and it would look forward to dining regularly on such fare. "And you are willing to let the Club rent out your services?" I considered that arrangement filled with endless exciting adventures. "Next Saturday, we are getting together with the Black Hawks who will be bringing their Bitch Boy. It could be a busy night for you. Twice as many cocks to service." I understood. Actually my asshole was puckering at the thought of two dozen big cocks. Tony looked around at the others. "Well, then, the consensus seems to be that you're hired." A cheer went up. The guys beside me slapped me on the back, squeezed my balls and kissed me.
"Stand up," Big Tom told me. He had a camera in his hand. "Now bend over and spread em." He took my picture for the trophy room. Jake got the last few condoms out of my satchel and handed them to me, all but one. As Hairy Harry held my shoulders, Jake gave me his last fuck for the night, then slapped my ass to welcome me to the club. Then Tony, Big Tom, Pablo, Mike, and all the others, fucked me and welcomed me with a slap. Each in turn then got dressed and began to leave. Finally Big Tom held my shoulders so Hairy Harry could give me my final fucking. It was long and hard, even after all the work his cock had done that night. The three of us got our clothes on, gathered up mountains of spent condoms, shut down the lights, locked up and got in our cars. It was a quarter past three.