This story is not mine; I publish it so you know what kind of master I wish to find.

I never imagined what those guys would do… and that it would force him to plead for mercy on his knees, and his punishment, all just to stop them in their offensive.

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He shudders, not knowing if it’s from the dark atmosphere of the bar after being out in the sun all afternoon, or from his problems. Joe Adams does not know and doesn't care as he takes his third whisky with a vacant stare sitting at the bar’s L-shaped counter. He can’t believe everything that has happened to him in just one weekend. Just Thursday, he was a fucking bastard like always, competitive, fierce, masculine, with his home and his wife. And now… he savors the drink. Well, he was still all of that, but only in appearance. His ass had been penetrated by two men in just one afternoon. With a sudden thud, he drops his short glass, earning a nasty look from the bartender. His life was a shit! He went to that place for a blowjob; he just wanted someone, anyone, to swallow his cock… and it was him who got swallowed. Through his mouth and his ass. And cum. Huge amounts of hot cum. He shudders in disgust and self-pity. Also in rage. They fucked him, those bastards fucked him in every way.

The bartender serves him another drink, looking at him with confusion.

“It’s on the house.” –he grunts indifferently, pointing with a gesture to the other side of the bar.

Joe looks over, disgusted. It's a guy who, even sitting, looks enormous, very hairy arms, long yellowish hair, a beard, and mustache. It’s hard to tell if he’s a biker, a trucker, or a hustler. That was all he needed! Looking at him with every ounce of malice in the world, he pushes the glass away and stands up, heading toward the bathroom. He needs to pee. And maybe another bar. The small, dark place smells horrible; the urinals, floors, and sinks show stains that are not just from age but from inadequate hygiene. A typical men’s bathroom.

He pees slowly. Grimacing. Wondering what will become of his life when…

“What the hell…?!” –he roars as a hairy, muscular arm wraps around his waist, pulling him back, crashing into a firm but bulging stomach. “What the fuck…?”

“Didn’t you like the drink I sent you, bitch? I’m sure you’re used to the champagne of your rich men, huh?” –a rough voice growls, while obscenely rubbing the pelvis of his ass, and Joe can feel the hard, hot bulge despite the two layers of clothing.

“What are you doing? Have you gone crazy, you fucking faggot?” –he screams, turning his face, still in shock, they were attacking him in a public bathroom! He is more annoyed than anything. The other guy smiles.

“I know who you are, eager bitch. I’ve seen your videos, all you covered in the cum of men, sucking and moaning, like the good bitch you are, while they penetrate you...