Little dog in: The Casting III

The bald man fucks you for ten more minutes, sweating, panting, until he also comes inside you. He pulls out and there's a river of semen running down your balls to the sofa.

"Clean my cock," he orders you.

You obey, sucking his cock stained with his own cum and the young boy's. It tastes bitter and salty.

The dark-haired man is next. He puts you on your knees on the sofa, face against the backrest, ass in the air. He gives you two strong slaps on the buttocks and enters without warning. There's no resistance, your ass is an open and cum-filled hole.

"Do you like being our cumdump, huh?" he asks, fucking you at a steady rhythm.

"Yes..." you moan against the sofa.

"Louder, I couldn't hear you."

"Yes, I like it!"

"Are you a junkie whore?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want another line?"

"Yes, please!"

The dark-haired man laughs and continues to destroy you. "Raúl, give him what he's asking for."

Raúl puts two lines on the back of the sofa. You snort them while the dark-haired man pounds you. The rush is brutal, your whole body vibrates with pleasure and vice.

Finally, the dark-haired man also comes inside you with an animal grunt. You're a hole filled with three cum loads.

You get off the sofa stumbling, dizzy from the drugs and sex. Raúl stops the cameras.

"Good job, champ. We'll let you know when we upload it." He approaches you and hands you his phone with a Telegram chat open. "Here you go. 247 people are already waiting for the video."

You shrug while semen drips down your legs. The rush still has you floating, your brain disconnected from any consequences.

"I don't care," you mutter, wiping your nose. "Upload it."

The four of them look at each other and smile. Raúl lets out a laugh.

"Damn, this guy is completely broken," he says, putting away the cameras. "I love the ones who give up so quickly."

The dark-haired man approaches you and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Do you know what you just did, huh? In two hours your face will be in all the gay Telegram groups in Madrid. Your pregnant ass, your face full of slobber, snorting lines. Everything."

You nod weakly. Part of you knows you should care, but the drugs and sex have left you in a state of total submission.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" the bald man asks, lighting a cigarette.

"No..."

"Better. Because now everyone is going to know that you're a cheap whore who lets herself get fucked by strangers for a fix," he says, blowing smoke in your face.

The young boy puts his tracksuit back on and checks his phone. "Hey Raúl, I have a friend who's asking if he can come over. He lives nearby."

Raúl checks his watch. "Tell him to come over. Anyway, this pig can still take more, right?"

He looks at you expecting an answer. Your cock is still hard, ...