The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental. If male-to-male sexual scenes offend you ('specially really nasty ones), then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years old, the laws in most areas state that you're just too young to read filth like this.
Robert 'StrayF' Hanlen strayf.hanlen@gmail.com
Club Nasty
(Man smells, piss, pits, feet, anal sex, rimming ... all sorts of good things)
As Cole entered the club he flirted with the man at the door, Nash - a 6-foot-4, broad-shouldered, muscular black bruiser dressed in a black leather vest, a black muscle shirt, tight blue jeans and black biker boots. Cole grinned at him.
"I haven't seen you in awhile, where you been?" asked Nash.
Cole responded by wrapping an arm around Nash's shoulder, leaning into him and licking Nash's ear with his wickedly skillful tongue.
"Meet me in the bog later," he whispered. "I want some piss."
Nash grinned even more broadly and cupped his crotch, locking on to his own rapidly growing dick. He then pushed his hand in to Cole's face. Cole inhaled deeply.
"Yeah,' crooned Nash, "you like that fucking man stink, don't you ...".
Cole licked Nash's fingers...
There was already a good-sized crowd in the club. As Cole made his way to the bar he drank in the sight of the already shirtless young men who were dancing to the pulsing beat of techno. Muscles and sweat - what a great combination...
At the bar he spotted Davin, a sweet fuck-buddy and party freak, sitting in a dark corner. Cole ordered two JDs and made his way over. Davin's army surplus garb and combat boots seemed at odds with his blonde dreds and multiple piercings but somehow it all seemed to come together for him. He grinned a greeting to Cole and produced a small vial from a pocket. They each took a couple of hits and the rush was immediate.
"That should get you flying for a while, baby," purred Davin. "Find me later if you want more...."
Davin pulled Cole close and stuck his tongue down his throat before forcing Cole's face in to his sweaty pits. Between the JDs, the drugs and the spicy odour emanating from Davin's pits, Cole's head was in a delirious whirl. He willingly allowed Davin to guide him to the men's room and into a stall.
Never one to waste time, Davin stood up on the bowl, pulled his pants down and leaned forward, presenting his arse to Cole's face.
"Get that tongue to work up my funky shit-hole, baby," he ordered.
Cole knew a good thing when it presented itself and grabbed hold of Davin's hips. He paused briefly to breathe in the familiar funk of Davin's arse before jamming his tongue into the hole and eating the boy out.
"Fuck yeah," moaned Davin. "Lick that hole out, bitch. Fuckin' chow down on my shit chute!"
Davin was rocking his hips back and forth and Cole, intoxicated as he was by the smell and taste, held on tight.
"Aw, shit yeah!" Davin groaned. "Lick it bitch ... suck it. Fucking suck on my arse hole, boy!"
Just then there was an authoritative knocking on the stall door.
"What the fuck, man..." yelled Davin.
Cole looked down behind him and recognised the boots that were visible under the stall door. He unlocked the door and Nash, the guy on the front door, slipped inside.
Davin relaxed. He was never one to refuse an appreciative audience.
"Get that tongue back up my box, bitch!" he growled happily.
Cole readily complied and purred with joy as Nash leaned over him and stuck his tongue in Cole's ear.
"I saw you two coming in here," laughed Nash, "and I thought I'd come and join the party."
Davin decided that a change of pace was needed and turned around to present Cole with his monster cock. The damned thing was rock-hard and drooling precum. He pulled back his cheesy foreskin and shoved the thing in Cole's willing mouth, flooding the boy's throat with a gallon of hot stinking piss.
"Aw, fuck!" groaned Davin. "Fuckin' freak! Fuckin' swallow all this piss, bitch boy!"
Nash continued to watch the show, reaching around Cole to play with the boy's sensitive nipples as Davin pulled his cock out of Cole's mouth just enough to be able to see the wide stream of hot yellow piss fill Cole's hungry mouth. Cole was a skilled piss drinker, and let it flow down his gullet without gagging, never missing a drop.
As Davin's flow slowed to a stop, Cole retained a mouth full of piss and sealed his lips around Davin's impressive shaft, bathing the cockhead in hot piss while using his tongue and lips to give Davin some fucking mind-blowingly good head. Davin grabbed hold of Cole's head and, knowing what was coming next, Cole swallowed the last mouthful of bitter-salt piss and allowed Davin's thrusting cock full access to his sucking throat. Davin groaned out loud as he rabbit-fucked the greedy mouth and throat before finally pulling out and blasting load after load of thick, hot cum all over Cole's gasping face.
Grinning, Davin climbed down off the toilet bowl and began licking each and every glob of his spunk off of Cole's face, and stuck his tongue down his throat, moaning and slurping.
Nash, who had continued to pinch and squeeze Cole's tits while grinding the impressive bulge in his jeans against the boy's throbbing arsehole, chuckled in a deep, rich bass.
"All right, Davin," he purred. "You've warmed him up but this boy needs his main course. So fuck off. It's my turn ..."
Davin didn't object. He'd got what he wanted from Cole and was ready to move on to his next thrill. Besides, he knew that Cole was in good hands with Nash ... He pulled up his trousers, gave Cole another deep kiss and made his way out.
Nash picked the boy up as Cole wrapped his arms and legs around the big black man's body and sucked on his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, Nash stared into Cole's eyes and said, "You wanna have some fun tonight, baby? Hmm? You wanna play some games with Nash?"
Cole grinned.
"Can I be your slave tonight, Master Nash?" he asked.
Nash responded by sucking hard on Cole's neck taking off the boys shirt and twisting his nipples hard. Cole moaned softly. Next he eased the boy's tight black shorts down and was delighted to find that Cole was wearing a spiked leather jock underneath.
"Sit," commanded Nash. "Stay."
As Cole complied, Nash gathered up the boy's shirt and shorts and, leaving the stall door wide open, left the bathroom.
Cole sat there on the stool, legs spread and, while still feeling rather mellow from the booze and the shit he'd snorted with Davin, starting to get a little freaked. Was Nash coming back? What did he have in mind for him?
He heard the bathroom door open and a tall blond man with tight blue jeans and white shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms entered. He paused outside Cole's stall and grinned at the sight he saw.
Cole grinned back. He loved blonds and this guy was a total god - despite looking a little too clean-cut for his tastes ... Still, you never could tell what kinks people were in to ...
"Nice outfit," said Blond, entering the stall and leaning against the wall.
Cole responded by squeezing the front of his spiked leather jock with one hand and reaching back with the other to stroke his exposed butthole.
"I can keep my options open this way," he leered.
"Sweet," responded Blond planting one foot on the edge of the bowl, just in front of Cole's crotch. "And just how many options do you have available?"
"Never stopped to count them," said Cole.
"Good," said Blond with a leer. "Take off my shoe."
Blond wore incredibly sexy, slightly scuffed, custom kicks - a basic white with a sort of black paint splash design on them. Cole tugged on the laces to loosen them up before easing the shoe off of Blond's size 12 foot.
"Breathe up that funk, kink boy," ordered Blond, groping his own crotch and pressing his socked foot into Cole's crotch. "Sniff up all of that funky stink."
Cole kept his eyes locked on to Blond's as he raised the shoe to his face and took a long, deep breath, savouring the delicious stink. Considering how clean-cut Blond appeared to be, Cole was pleasantly surprised at this nasty turn of events, and especially at just how funky the man's show really was; just the way Cole liked it!
By now a few more guys had entered the room to use the toilet and stopped to observe the show. Blond obviously enjoyed an audience because he then grabbed his shoe away from Cole's face and planted his socked foot there instead.
"Fuck, yeah, kink boy!" purred Blond, suck up that foot stink. I've been wearing these fucking socks for three days straight waiting for a little foot fag like you to suck 'em clean."
Cole was near delirious with the intoxicating smell of the man's foot and grabbed hold of Blond's ankle as he slurped and sucked all over the toes, sole and heel of that magnificent, stinking foot.
"Get down on the floor, foot faggot," ordered Blond, aggressively pulling his foot away and pulling Cole of of the toilet stool. "On your back! I'm gonna feed you both of my stinking feet."
Eagerly, Cole hurried to obey as Blond sat down on the toilet seat and removed his other shoe. Cole soon had both the man's feet planted on his face and was having a ball sucking up the accumulated sweat and foot funk that was embedded in the filthy socks. This was nearly as good as the contents of Davin's vial!
While keeping one foot always planted on Cole's face and the other rubbing over his neck, chest and crotch, Blond unbuttoned his shirt and then released his throbbing cock. He had a surprisingly muscular chest and abs and his impressive cock was bound by a black jelly cockring and sported a fat PA. He leaned forward slightly and, with crowd of about seven men eagerly watching, proceeded to piss all over Cole's face, chest and crotch. Cole moaned in delight, opening his mouth wide to collect as much of the piss as Blond directed that way, lapping it up, swallowing it and begging for more.
Most of the guys watching were openly jacking off and one shot his load all over Cole's stomach.
Just as Blond's piss flow started to die down, Cole heard a familiar voice say, "What the fuck?" and raised his head to see Nash elbowing his way through the small crowd.
"Holy fuck, boy," said Nash, shaking his head, "can't leave you alone for five minutes ...."
Cole could tell that Nash was thrilled by the scene in front of him but the big black bruiser had to put on a show for the others.
"Get the fuck out of here," he growled at the audience, "Show's over. And you," he said, stabbing a finger at Blond, "never touch another man's bitch without permission."
"Aw, c'mon Nash," complained Blond, standing up and doing up his trousers. "You said ..."
"I said nothin'," barked Nash. "Now get the fuck out."
Grinning, Blond retrieved his shoes, stepped over Cole, edged past Nash's formidable frame and hurried out of the stall. Cole scampered up to his knees, leant forward to kiss Nash's boots and looked up at him with his best puppy-dog look.
"I'm sorry, Master," he said.
"You will be, slave bitch," said Nash. "Now get you filthy fag face into my crotch."
As Cole pressed his face into Nash's denim covered crotch he felt a spreading patch of warm wetness soaking the fabric and eagerly sucked on the cloth to swallow as much of Nash's piss as he possibly could.
"You my slave bitch tonight," said Nash as he reached behind him and pulled out a dog collar from his back pocket. As Cole continued to suck the piss out of his Master's crotch, Nash wrapped the collar around Cole's neck, buckled it firmly and secured it with a padlock.
"Now everyone'll know; you my slave bitch ...."
The crowd in the club had grown considerably since Cole had gone in to the toilet with Davin and now as he emerged with Nash he could see that that dance floor was awash with sweaty, shirtless men grinding their hips to the latest anthem to hit the place, 'All About Ass'.
Cole's nose was twitching, his head was swimming and his dick and ass were on fire because of the present Nash had given him just before they left the toilets. Cole had left his shirt in a sodden mess on the toilet floor but had put his shorts back on - after Nash had sliced open part of the rear seam with his pocket knife.
They ordered a pitcher of beer and 4 JD shots and, after quickly downing their drinks, soon found themselves on the dance floor surrounded by sweating, writhing, near-naked male bodies.
Nash stood behind Cole embracing him affectionately, nuzzling his neck and sucking on his ear lobe.
"How do you feel, slave bitch?" he roared into Cole's ear. A roar was the closest thing he could get to a whisper considering the noise of the club.
Cole wriggled with joy and ground his ass back against Nash's still piss-soggy crotch.
"Yeah, baby," said Nash, "you got me so fucking hot. You the hottest fucking thing in this club. Yeah ... You got men and boys all looking you over, squeezing their fucking dicks ... You turning everybody on ..."
Cole gasped with joy as he suddenly felt the head of Nash's massive prick butt up against his asshole. Nash had opened his fly, fished out his hardening dark and eased it through the opening in Cole's shorts.
"Yeah, you feel that slave bitch? Huh? Feel you Master's dick easing its way inside you? Huh? Fucking it's way inside you?"
Cole's hole snapped around the massive mushroom head and he groaned as he felt the fat monster ease its way deeper and deeper inside of him.
"Yeah, bitch, people still looking at you ... how many know you got all this fuck meat stuffed up you ass? Huh?"
Suddenly Cole felt a familiar warmth spreading inside his ass and he groaned even loader as Nash's sweet piss filled his rectum. The two stood very still in the middle of the writhing dancers while Nash unloaded the contents of his bladder inside Cole's arse. Most people could tell by the look of bliss on Cole's face that he had a fair sized injection of black fuck meat inside him. Only a few guessed that his gut was being stretched with a piss enema.
They both loved being on display like this. Cole proving to everyone what a total submissive slut he was and Nash showing how he could do any fucking thing he liked to this boy. As his piss flow stopped, Nash pulled his dick half way out of Cole's sweet little ass so that nobody around them could deny what the two were up to. Nash then put his hands behind his neck and started driving his dick back inside Cole's ass. Cole leaned forward slightly and braced himself, pushing back to take all of Nash's fuck meat.
Nash slowly started fucking his meat in and out of Cole's quivering hole, plunging fully in to the hot volcano of piss-filled ass, pulling out until just the head remained and then ramming it back home, openly fucking his slave there on the packed dance floor. Several men around them were applauding, whistling, egging them on.
Finally, Nash grabbed Cole's hips and plunged his fuck meat in to the hilt before slowly, slowly pulling out. Cole squeezed his ass muscles, gripping tightly to Nash's retreating cock and clamping tightly shut as Nash fully withdrew his dick, locking Nash's piss inside his rectum. The crowd cheered and laughed, slapping Nash on the back in approval of the performance.
Nash turned Cole round and the two kissed deeply, passionately before Nash hooked a finger through one of the D-rings on Cole's collar and lead him off to the toilets. He realised that the boy had a bladder and bowel full of piss to get rid of.
Several men followed ...
As the audience assembled, Nash ordered Cole to climb on the toilet stool facing the wall and strip off his shorts and leather jock leaving the boy completely naked and exposed.
Gently squeezing his boy's balls, Nash said, "You leave your Master's piss inside you ass, boy. Clamp that ass shut but crouch down and let go of the other piss first.
Cole complied, squatting down and releasing a strong flow of piss - of accumulated beer and the combined piss of Davin, Blond and Nash. One member of their audience, a shaven-headed young muscle head, was bold enough to kneel between Cole's legs and, with his face turned upwards, open his mouth to swallow the piss directly. A tall, slender,sweat-drenched twink came up and pissed directly on Cole's exposed ass hole, flowing down on to the skin-head's chest and accumulating in his crotch.
As Cole's piss flow slowed to a stop, Nash pushed Twink out of the way, ordering Skinhead to stay put, and started playing with Cole's asshole as the poor boy fought to keep his sphincter clamped shut.
"Still thirsty piss pig?" Nash asked Skinhead.
"Fuck, yeah, man," groaned Skinhead.
"Let it go, slave," commanded Nash, pulling two fingers out of Cole's hole.
Cole didn't need to be told twice and released a gushing torrent of his Masters piss all over the gasping skinhead who, after a moment's surprise at being fed a piss enema, started lapping and swallowing with eager delight.
By the time Cole had released all that he could their audience had grown. Nobody else came forward as it was clear that, although they could watch, this was an invitation-only party and Nash was in charge.
Nash then ordered Skinhead to replace Cole by standing on the toilet facing out.
"Go on, slave bitch," growled Nash. "Make this man happy. Show him what a good fuckin' cock-sucker you are."
Cole licked his lips, opened up Skinhead's piss-soaked jeans and hauled out the man's fat uncut cock before attacking it with his tongue and lips, sucking out the layer of cheese that had accumulated beneath Skinhead's skin, and then swallowing the whole thing, taking it deep in his throat.
Nash roared with laughter and slapped Cole hard on the backside.
"Yeah, this fuckin' little slave bitch loves to eat cock, don't you bitch? Huh?" growled Nash, digging his fingers in to the boys arse hole. "Yeah, go on bitch, have a fuckin' party! Go to town on that big skinhead dick. Fuck your throat with it!"
Cole gagged on the huge skinhead cock, hawking up a heap of phlegm that served to slime up the mans dick and drip down on to Cole's chest. Cole carried on devouring Skinhead's dick using the phlegm to really lube his throat for some serious fucking.
Skinhead braced himself against the walls of the toilet stall, threw his head back and groaned loudly. His knees started to buckle as his bull nuts started drawing up tight, a clear indication that he was about to blow a huge fucking load. Nash grabbed Cole back his hair and wrenched the boys mouth clear of Skinhead's spasming cock, the boy gasping for air, frustrated at losing his throat-fucking toy.
"In his face, fucker!" Nash yelled at Skinhead. "Cream this pretty-boy faggot's fucking face!"
Skinhead needed no further encouragment. His orgasm was well on the way before that warm, wet throat was wrenched free. He roared out his pleasure as he blasted jet after jet of scalding hot cum straight into the boy's face. By the time the last spasm finished, Cole had cum dripping from his hair, off his nose, chin - he looked like someone have him face-first in to a vat of cold cream!
Coming down from his orgasm, Skinhead brought Cole's face forward and started slapping the boy's face with his dick.
"Clean me up, cunt," he snarled. "Lick off all this fucking cum and your stinking throat snot."
Cole eagerly started licking, lapping at the big skinhead's cock, doing a thorough job of cleaning it up. He was so excited by his tak that he grabbed his own dick and started pumping it wildly.
Nash was less than impressed with Cole's actions and smacked the boy on the back of his head.
"Who the fuck told you to play with your dick?" he yelled, loosening his heavy leather belt from his jeans and drawing it free. "Fukkit, bitch! I swear you just do things like that to piss me off! Get you fucking head in that bowl, ass up in the air! Now!"
Cole scrambled to comply, eagerly sucking up the smell of the piss-laden toilet bowl as he savoured the stinging blows being applied to his upturned ass.
"You wanna play with that sad little slave dick without permission, huh?" yelled Nash, slamming the belt down on the boy's reddening butt. "Yeah? Well this is what happens to little slave shits who can't control themselves!"
Nash threw his belt in to a corner and produced a set of handcuffs from his back pocket. He roughly grabbed the boys arms and pulled his hands behind his back, cuffing his wrists together.
"Lie down on that floor, white trash shit," demanded Nash. "Face up - and open that fucking mouth!"
Nash looked up at Skinhead, who was still balancing on the toilet stool.
"You did a good job covering this boy's face with cum," said Nash, "but after I cum, I always gotta piss ...."
Skinhead took that as a cue and immediately started pissing a heavy stream of thick yellow urine into Cole's gaping mouth.
"Yeah, swallow it, freak!" said Nash. "Swallow it, slave bitch!"
As accomplished a piss swallower as Cole was, this stream was just too heavy to take on. He gulped, swallowed, coughed, spluttered - all to obvious delight of the attendant audience.
Skinhead, still pissing like a fucking racehorse, step down off the stoll and pissed all over Cole's body, grinning wildly. Nash, meanwhile, found Cole's discarded shirt and dunked it in to the toilet bowl, soaking it with the piss that Cole himself had discarded earlier from his bladder and the contents of his piss enema. He squeezed it out over Cole's face, laughing at the pathetic sight of Cole's desperately gasping face.
Nash then tore his jeans down to below his knees and, in one fluid motion, squatted down over the boy's face.
"Lick your Master's hole, freak," yelled Nash as Cole set to work. " Yeah ... Fuckin' bury your tongue up my rauncy black hole, slave bitch. Dig for my fuckin' gold up there!"
As Nash ground his funky hole into the boy's face, he signaled for others to step forward and piss all over the boy's prone body. Cole groaned with delight and raised his legs so that they could piss directly into his skanky hole.
Nash then sat down on the toilet seat, hauled Cole up to his knees, planted his fat black monster down Cole's throat and pissed like crazy.
"Fuckin' swallow it all, freak bitch!" he yelled, grabbing his slave by the ears and pumping his piss-spewing dick down the boy's throat.
Cole was choking and gagging, gasping for air, desperate to breathe.
Then Nash leaned down, hauling the boy up to met him and stuck his tongue down Cole's throat, slobbering up the piss from his slave's mouth. They were soon showered with volley after volley of hot cum as their combined audience started shooting off all over them.
Nash hauled Cole to his feet and swallowed the boys cock whole. Cole opened the floodgates and pissed down his Master's throat. When Nash's mouth filled up, he pulled back and spat the piss at Cole's face, showering them both with hot piss.
When Cole finished pissing, Nash got the boy back on to his knees, his head back in the toilet and rammed his throbbing cock up Cole's arse and fucked the shit out of the boy.
"Aw, shit, freak! Slave bitch! Got a fuckin' load for you, boy ... Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Yeeeeeah!!"
With a mighty roar he made one final lunge up Cole's arse and blasted the boy's rectum with his scalding hot load.
With his hands still cuffed behind his back, Cole couldn't have jacked off even he needed to - which didn't. As he felt his Master's massive dick swell up inside him, his own slave dick exploded over and over with blast after blast of cum.
Nash collapsed on his slave's back, both of them gasping for air. His dick softened slightly and he released a post orgasmic blast of piss up the boy's butt. Cole giggled and let loose his own stream of piss which washed away the load of jizz that he'd deposited on the bathroom floor..
Nash pulled his dick out of his boy's ass and sat down on the piss-and-cum drenched floor. He pulled Cole's ass to his face and sucked out the piss and cum that he himself had deposited up there, gulping it all down and jacking off Cole's still rock-hard dick. He knew the boy had just cum and wanted to torture that greedy dick a little more
Nash's slurping, sucking tongue and his insistent fist round the boy's throbbing dick felt so good that Cole bust forth another load of cum all over Nash's boots.
"Who the fuck told you to cum all over my fuckin' boots, slave bitch?" chuckled Nash. "Get down there and lick that shit up!"
He slapped the boy's ass hard and, as the boy leaned further over to suck up the piss and cum from his Master's boots, Nash plunged his tongue back up the boy's hole.
As their satiated audience left, Cole and Nash sat on the toilet floor gasping for air grinning wildly at each other.
"Well, slave bitch," grinned Nash, planting his boot in the boy's crotch and producing a joint, "wanna go some place else?"
Cole leaned forward and kissed his Master.
"Slaughter House?" he said.
"Slaughter House?" asked Nash. "That place gets pretty wild, boy. Think you up for it?"
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