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HOLE IN THE WALL By Robert Glynn
"Okay, boy, let's get you dressed" Daddy said when he woke me up, "I've got something planned this morning that, I think will help you understand a little more about just what you are. First, you better lube up, your pussy is going to get a work out today."
I knew better than to ask what new degradation he had planned for me, instead I reached over to the bedside table, picked up the, lube and began slathering my butt hole with fuck goo.
While I was greasing my boy cunt, Daddy was rummaging through his closet for clothes for me. He's a lot bigger than me, and I hate it, when he makes me wear his clothes in public. They hang on me, almost falling off when I wear them. They make me look ridiculous, which, I know, is what he wants. He handed me a pair of his blue jean cutoffs, cut so high the bottom of the pockets showed below the raggedy hem line, cut so high that they only sometimes hide my balls. With no belt, I had to literally, hold up the shorts to keep them from sliding off over my slender hips.
The shirt he chose, however, was one he had bought just for me. A bright yellow tank top, two sizes to small, which he had cut off so high that not only my belly button and midriff were exposed, but so were both of my nipples. My shoes were his, four sizes to large, flip-flops. The glimpse I caught in the mirror revealed a blond pretty boy, dressed in a fashion that was some how both comical and erotically provocative.
I was grateful none of the neighbors saw me as we left the apartment and got into the car. Once on the road he instructed me, "Loose the shorts, bitch." I raised my butt off the seat and slid his shorts down and off. "Start stroking your clit, girl, I want it hard, but don't you dare cum."
Daddy never, ever touches my clit, which is what he calls my penis, except to punish it, and he doesn't let me play with it very much either. Daddy says a girl should enjoy her pussy, that's what he calls my ass hole, and leave her clit, and ovaries, that's what he calls my balls, alone. The fact that he was letting me `stroke my clit' was a real treat, and I was so into it that I didn't even notice where we were going, until, Daddy pulled into the underground garage and parked.
I immediately recognized where we were, a downtown building with the most notorious glory hole in town. I had spent a lot of time there when I first discovered there were men who would let me suck them off in the basement men's room, back before Daddy found out I was a queer, before he decided to make me his girl.
Daddy told me to put my shorts back on. My cock, I mean my clit, is not that big, but with no panties on, in those shorts, with a hard on, it still made an embarrassing tent, and left my balls dangling for anyone to see. Luckily we were there early in the morning, about eight o'clock, so there was almost no one about, and the two people we did see, a guard at the front desk, and a janitor scuttling around with a broom, took little notice of us. Daddy led me to the elevator, down to the basement, and down a long corridor leading toward the back of the building. He hustled me through first one door, then another, into the men's room.
The place was perfect for anonymous, public, restroom sex. Its outer door clunked loudly when it closed, and it closed quickly before the inner door could be opened, providing a perfect early warning device for guy's playing inside. The men's room was easily accessible, but away from the frequented public areas of the building, and there were other, better identified restrooms available in the building. Consequently, almost no one was ever in there, except guys looking for sex. Best of all the people that owned the building didn't seem to care, or maybe they liked the fact, that there was a lot of hot sex action going on in their basement.
The men's room itself had three sinks, three stalls and a long trough urinal that could accommodate three or four guys. The middle stall had a fairly large glory hole in each of the two walls separating it from the other two stalls. There were obscene drawings, and filthy graffiti covering the stall walls.
The times I had been in the men's room before, there were often three, four, or more guys hanging around, mostly older guys waiting for a cock to suck, but, like I said, it was early and there was no one there when Daddy pushed me inside.
Daddy said, "All right, cunt, get naked." Standing in the middle of the public restroom, I did as he demanded, and in an instant was standing naked with my hard, little, clit sticking straight up. Daddy held out his hands to me, and I handed him my clothes. Daddy pointed to the third stall, the one next to the wall, and said "Get your ass in there."
When I was sitting on the toilet, Daddy pointed to the glory hole and said, "See that? That is a hole. Its purpose is so that men, I mean real men, can have a good time. You understand that?"
"Yes sir." I answered.
"Good. Do you need to take a shit? Because this is the only chance you're going to have to take one."
I told Daddy I did have to shit, we had left so quickly this morning that I had no chance to dump my load of turds. Daddy told me to put my feet on the toilet seat and squat over the toilet so he could watch me shit. When I was finished I wiped my butt hole with my fingers, and then cleaned my fingers with my mouth, as I always do. When I had licked all the shit off of my own ass hole, Daddy had me stand up and he then dropped his pants, "I've got to dump a load, too. You better get down on my cock, and take my piss, that's all you'll get to drink for a good while."
I knelt, naked, between my Daddy's thighs and took his cock into my mouth. I drank his hot piss, while he dumped a huge load of turds into the toilet. When he was through, he stood up, turned around and bent over. I used my mouth as his toilet paper and cleaned his filthy shit hole. Daddy raised the seat on the toilet for a better view and said, "Don't flush that toilet."
"Now move over here and put your cunt against that hole." Daddy commanded.
I did as Daddy said and pressed my butt against the men's room stall wall. I felt behind me to make sure my hole was lined up with the hole in the wall.
"Spread your butt cheeks wide and push back against the wall," Daddy instructed "bend over and put your hands on the toilet rim." When I had done that, Daddy said, "Good girl, now stay just like that."
Daddy walked around to the middle stall, leaving the door to my stall open. Soon I felt Daddy's finger touch my ass hole through the hole in the wall. "Perfect", I heard him say as he slid his finger in me "that's perfect".
Daddy withdrew his finger from my anal cunt, stepped back around to my stall, and stuck his finger in my mouth so I could clean it. He said, "Okay cunt, you stay just like that till I get back. Don't move till I tell you. I want you to reach over and lock the stall door behind me. Don't open it for any one but me, don't let any one in under the partitions. Don't say anything to any one. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Don't move; keep your cunt up against that hole. And don't flush that toilet; those turds are there to help you learn what you are, and they better be there when I get back. I'm leaving and I'm taking your clothes." He pulled the door to the stall shut and said, "Lock it."
I reached over and slid the bolt. I heard Daddy's foot steps, heard the inner door open and close, heard the outer door clunk shut, and realized I was alone, naked in a public restroom, bent over with my ass hole exposed, pressed against a glory hole. My face nearly in a shit filled toilet.
I almost panicked. I wanted to run after my Daddy, beg him to give me my clothes back, beg him to stay with me. But I didn't, I couldn't. I thought, `he's just testing me, he won't leave me like this, he'll be back to get me soon.'
I stayed like that for what seemed like hours, but was probably no more than a few minutes. I thought about what I was doing, and what that said about who I was.
I prayed for my Daddy to come back. Every sound echoing in this public building provided an emotional mix of terror that I was going to be discovered like this, and a rush of relief at the thought that my Daddy had come back.
Then at last, I heard the outer door open and clunk close, then the inner, then footsteps, slowly. `Please be Daddy, please be Daddy, please be Daddy' I thought to myself.
The foot steps came to the middle stall entered it. I heard the door close, a zipper being lowered and the man (Please, let it be Daddy) sit down. Next I heard the unmistakable sound of the man masturbating. Moments later I felt a finger lightly, tentatively, touch my exposed shit hole.
I heard the man, it was not my Daddy's voice, say, "What a hole." His finger pushed in, penetrated me. This stranger, a man I couldn't see, wiggled his finger as far up my rectum as it could go. I felt myself blush with shame. I was a hole, a public hole, a shit hole, a fuck hole; and this unknown man was using the hole.
The finger withdrew and in a moment I felt this stranger's cock at the portal of my rectal pussy. I braced myself against the toilet for what I knew was to come.
He shoved into me hard and all the way. It hurt. He started fucking me. No, he started fucking the hole, the highly available, public, fuck hole, the glory hole. I gritted my teeth and took it.
He didn't last long. I heard him moan, shove in deep, and I knew he was shooting his sperm in me. This strange man was cumming in me, breeding me, shoot clots of dick snot in me. The hole was a convenient place to dump his scum.
He pulled out, I heard him sit down on the toilet, heard him take some toilet paper and clean his cock. Then he straightened up his clothes and left. I, of course, stayed just where I was and thought about the fact that I had just had sex with a man and not even seen him, not even felt any part of him, except for his fuck meat and a single finger inside my rectum.
In the next hour or so that scene was repeated, with few variations, three more times. Unknown men entered the men's room, entered the middle stall, entered me, deposited their semen inside, and then left.
I felt like the hole I was. I kept looking at the turds in the toilet in front of me. I felt hot and perverted. I wanted to be the hole in the wall. I wanted to be a toilet.
After my fourth fucking, the pace picked up. Now there were more men in the restroom at the same time. I heard hushed conversations as guys shared the news about what was going on with the glory hole.
A fifth, sixth, and seventh man used the hole.
I was beginning to ache from being bent over so long and holding the same position. My ass hole began to hurt as well. I discovered I could shift my position a little, arching my back, spreading my legs, stretching against the toilet, even bending further over, until my head was very nearly inside the shit filled toilet. That bit of movement helped the body ache that came from maintaining such an unnatural position for so long. However, being affixed, being anchored, by my asshole to the wall seriously proscribed my movements.
Furthermore, nothing I could do helped the raw, friction burn that was beginning to torment my anus and rectum. I had started out well lubed, fortunately I had taken care of that, and now more than a half a dozen men had added their sperm lube, dumping their hot, slick, cum into the hole in the wall. But all the lube in the world doesn't suffice when cock after cock is being roughly shoved up your boy cunt.
Most of these cocks went into me with little or no lubrication, maybe a few drops of their own pre-cum, and one guy spit on his cock before ramming his meat into me, but most of them just lined up, cock to boy cunt, and shoved till the hole was filled.
They didn't have to think about the boy on the other side of the wall. Why should they? I was the kind of boy who gave his rectum to any man, any man who wanted to fuck it. You know what kind of a boy does that? A slut. You know how to treat a slut? You fuck her. Hard! They fucked me hard.
After the first few guys dumped scum up my butt, my hole became a sleazy, sloppy, fuck tube. After a guy had poked up inside me two or three times his fuck meat became well lubricated with the cock snot of those who had spermed in me before. But those first two or three jabs, repeated by man after man, took a toll in friction. Especially when combined with all the well lubricated thrusts.
Many of the men, when they realized my hole was just going to stay there and take whatever they wanted to give, started pulling all the way out of me, all the way out of the hole in the wall, and then shoving their fuck meat all the way back inside me, some of them did this time after time. I think having my hole so wantonly, shamelessly, presented to them, allowed many of the men to let go and give the kind of brutal, punishing, fuck they had always secretly wanted to give. In and out, in and out. Fuck the hole, fuck the hole. The pain grew till at time it was like a searing stabbing pain in my gut, a pain in my ass. I wondered if I was bleeding back there, but if I was, it wasn't enough to discourage my fuckers.
It must have been early afternoon when I lost count. I didn't know if a cock pulled out, and then in a few seconds, jabbed back in, was the same cock, or a different one. What difference did it make? One cock after another was using the hole. All I knew was my body ached, my rectal cunt was the painful center of focus in my tiny men's room universe, my head was in a shit filled toilet, and my hole was being used over and over, by faceless men.
Mid afternoon the lunch crowd went back to work, and the pace slowed down. Now, again, there were times when no one was fucking me; times when I was alone, an unused hole, waiting for more cock.
Late afternoon, as evening approached, the pace of my anal abuse again picked up. A steady stream of men fucked me, I have no idea how many. Hours passed, several hours, many cocks. How long could this go on? When would my Daddy come back for me?
At long last, I heard my Daddy say, "Open the door, bitch. It's me."
I reached over and unlocked the door. It was pushed open and there stood my Daddy, behind him I saw several men peering over his shoulders trying to see me.
Daddy said, "As soon as that man finishes, come out here." Then he stepped back, allowing the other men to look at me while I was being fucked by an unseen man.
In a few more minutes, I felt the stranger in the stall next door cum in me and then withdraw. Slowly I straightened up, and pulled away from the hole in the wall. I was stiff and sore.
I pushed through the crowd of men gawking at my naked body, and walked over to my father, standing near the door.
"Good girl." Daddy said. Then, handing me my clothes, he said, "Put these on, I don't want you, getting sperm all over my car seat."
On the way home Daddy talked to me about being a hole. He said he was proud of what a slut I was, proud of me being an anal whore. He told me he had been in the men's room much of the day, and had even fucked me twice.
When we got home Daddy led me upstairs, had me strip and then help him out of his clothes. Then he lay on his back on the bed and said, "Okay bitch, sit on my face, I want to eat that pussy while you masturbate me."
I love my Daddy.