Little dog in: Russian roulette in Chueca

You enter the apartment in Chueca at 3 am. The ad was clear: "Private party, bareback mandatory, chemsex, Russian roulette. Come prepared." The door opens and a guy around 35 years old, muscular, tattooed, and with a glassy stare, greets you.

"Come in, puppy. You're the last one."

Inside, there are six more guys. All between 30 and 45 years old, all looking like they've already had several lines. The atmosphere smells of sweat, poppers, and sex. On the low table in the living room, there's a tray with cut powder in thick lines, another with colored pills, and open bottles of poppers.

"The rules are simple," says the one who let you in, who seems to be the host. "Here, we're eight tops. Seven of us are positive. One isn't. Nobody knows who the clean one is. Not even I'm sure. You're the bottom for the night. We're all going to fuck you without a condom. We're all going to cum inside you. And you're going to take each load without knowing which one of us is playing with your life."

They all look at you with those smiles of high, vicious guys. One of them, a muscular bald guy with a beard, is already jerking off while looking at you.

"Snort this line first," the host orders, handing you a rolled-up bill. "I want you to be well-high for what's coming."

You approach the table. The line is huge, double what you'd normally do. You snort it in one go. The rush hits you immediately. Your jaw tenses, your heart accelerates, and your cock gets hard instantly.

"Good puppy. Now take off your clothes and get on all fours in the center of the living room."

You obey. You undress in front of the seven guys surrounding you. They're all touching themselves, pulling out their cocks, passing the poppers bottle. You get on all fours on the worn living room carpet.

The first one approaches from behind. He's a skinny guy, around 40, with tattoos on his arms. He spits on your anus and shoves his cock in without warning. You whimper in pain, but the high makes you excited too. He fucks you hard, grabbing your hips, insulting you.

"What a tight ass the puppy has. Let's see if he can take all seven loads."

The others laugh and egg each other on. One of them puts the poppers bottle to your nose. "Inhale, bitch." You inhale deeply. Your head spins, and the pleasure multiplies.

The first one cums inside with an animal grunt. You feel his hot cum filling you. He pulls out, and the second one is already waiting. This one is the muscular bald guy. Bigger, more brutal. He penetrates you with his cock still wet from the previous guy's cum.

"Fuck, the bastard is already loaded. I love it."

He destroys your ass for five minutes while the others give you more lines, more poppers, more pills. You're so high you don't know where you are anymore. You only feel the cock going in and out, and the semen accumulating inside you.

The second one cums too. Then ...