Little dog in: The Apartment of the Traffickers

You had arranged to meet "Paco22" from the app. Normal photo, seemed nice. He cited you in a seedy neighborhood on the outskirts, but you were so needy for cock that you didn't care. You go up to the third floor without an elevator, ring the bell, and a 25-year-old kid with a shaved head and a sleeveless shirt opens the door.

"Are you the faggot?" he says without ceremony.

You enter and see that it's not a normal apartment. There are three more guys: a huge black man on the couch, a Latino with a junkie look, and a older Gypsy counting bills at the table. It smells like hashish and there are bags of cocaine scattered around.

"Look what's come to visit us," says the black man getting up. "Do you like what you see, bitch?"

The one who opened the door locks it with a key. You realize it's not a normal date.

"Relax, faggot. We're here to fuck, right?" says the Latino. "But here, we set the rules. You're going to be our personal whore for the weekend, and in exchange, we'll give you all the cocaine you want."

He shows you a half-kilo bag.

"If you behave and please us all, you'll leave on Sunday full of cum and high like a whore. If not..." He strokes a switchblade he's wearing on his belt.

The Gypsy approaches: "What do you say, little bitch? Are you staying or do you prefer us to help you decide?"

You look at the locked door. You look at their cocks already getting hard in their pants. The cocaine shines on the table like diamonds. Your cock gets hard without you being able to avoid it.

"I see the faggot has already decided," laughs the black man. "Come on, get naked and get on all fours. We're going to test you."

The one with the switchblade cuts a huge line on the table: "First, you get high. That way, you'll be more receptive."

You approach the table with trembling legs. The line is huge, the thickness of a finger. The Latino smiles seeing your face of vice.

"I like it that way, bitch. Snort that line all at once."

You lean over the table, take the rolled-up bill they offer you. The cocaine enters like a train through your nose, burning, making your eyes fill with tears. Your heart races, your jaw tenses, and a wave of euphoria runs through your body.

"Good bitch," says the Gypsy. "Now get naked. Slowly. We want to see what merchandise we have."

You take off your shirt with trembling hands from the drug. The four of them look at you like wolves. The black man is already stroking his package.

"Pants too, faggot. And underwear. You don't need anything here."

When you're completely naked, the one with the switchblade whistles: "Look at that nice ass the bitch has. And the cock is already getting hard."

"Get on all fours on the couch," orders the black man. "Head down, ass up. Like whores."

You position yourself as he tells you. The cocaine makes everything feel intense, ele...