Little dog in: The Bikers' Garage III

This bastard is no longer good for fucking, he's busted.

Someone brings a glass pipe and a lighter.

"Let him smoke while they fuck him."

They put the pipe to your lips. The dense, chemical smoke fills your lungs, causing an explosion in your brain. Everything becomes more intense, more surreal. Your heart beats so fast you think it's going to explode.

"Another hit, come on."

You inhale again. The rush is brutal. You no longer know where you are, you only feel the bottle moving inside you, the dirty hands of the bikers groping you, the smell of oil, sweat, and semen.

Rafa removes the bottle and replaces it with something bigger. A gigantic screwdriver, the kind used for motorcycles, with a thick, black handle.

"Let's see how much the junkie can take."

They insert it whole. Your ass swallows it obscenely, without resistance. The bikers record from all angles, laughing, commenting on how destroyed you are.

"Give him more tin," says Lucho, preparing another pipe.

You smoke again. And again. You lose count. Your brain is fried, your body is just an object for these bastards to have fun with.

The young blonde brings an industrial-sized poppers bottle, the kind used in factories.

"Let him smell this."

They put it to your nose and force you to inhale deeply. The rush is beastly, your whole body vibrates, your ass opens even more if possible.

Rafa takes out a syringe from a rusty garage drawer. The needle shines under the dirty light of the bulb.

"This will feel good, puppy."

He ties your arm with a leather belt, searching for a vein. The others continue inserting objects into your destroyed ass while Rafa prepares the shot. The liquid in the syringe is transparent, lethal.

"Heroin mixed with methamphetamine. A good speedball."

He injects the needle into your vein and presses the plunger. The rush is instantaneous and devastating. Your entire body convulses, a brutal mix of euphoria and relaxation that leaves you completely helpless.

"Look at him, he's in another damn dimension."

One of the bikers brings a vial with crystals.

"GHB. So he passes out completely and we can continue."

They put their fingers in your mouth and pour the liquid directly into your throat. You swallow without being able to resist. Within minutes, you start to lose consciousness, everything becomes blurry.

"That's better, so he doesn't notice anything."

Half-unconscious, you feel how they continue using you. More cocks, more objects, more hands. Someone pees on your face. Another one spits on you.

When you briefly wake up, you're completely covered in fluids, blood, garage oil. You don't know how much time has passed.

"Give him another shot, so he can last longer."

Rafa extinguishes his cigarette on your back. The pain brings you back to realit...