The day I changed (part 2)

The living room turned into a testosterone hell. Pablo was in the center, now on his knees, surrounded. Víctor and Raúl held him by the arms while the others approached. One, a big guy with a thick beard, spat in his face.

—Open your mouth, bitch.

Pablo obeyed. The spit fell directly on his tongue. Another one gave him a soft slap on the cheek, then on the ass. Fear made him tremble, but his cock was harder than ever, dripping pre-cum. The thrill invaded him: being used by ten males, like a public whore.

—We're going to take turns with this slut —said Víctor, directing like the master he was.

The oral sessions began: three cocks at a time in his face. Pablo sucked one, jerked the other two. Drool fell, deep throats that made him cough. A truck driver brutally fucked his mouth, until tears ran down his cheeks.

—Swallow, faggot… Like that, like a good whore.

Meanwhile, from behind, Raúl and another one opened him up. A biker with a thick cock rammed him while another one fucked his mouth with energy, wanting to put his balls in Pablo's mouth with the momentum he had. Pablo moaned, the pain in his ass mixed with the pleasure of being filled. Then they fucked him in turns, one after another, and when they did, they left at least a dozen slaps on Pablo's ass, besides opening him up to the limit. Pablo screamed, but didn't stop. The thrill carried him: "I'm their whore... I want more..."

The bearded one was the most excited, you could see him with a lot of energy. He said, guys, this slut wants more, I see it in his face. And the pissings arrived. The one with the beard grabbed him by the hair, and whispered, because of you, I've had more beer than I should, waiting for you, and I'm going to share it with you. They took him to the bathroom, put him in the bathtub. Four guys stood around, cocks in hand.

—Open your mouth and ass, pig.

The first one urinated directly into his mouth. Hot, salty, humiliating. Pablo swallowed what he could, the rest dripped down his body. Another one urinated all over his body, while sometimes directing the stream to his face. The initial fear had transformed: now it was pure ecstasy, the total submissive abandoned to collective use. Pablo was discovering what a submissive he was, and what limits he had.

—Damn, what a pig... Look at him enjoying it —one laughed, spitting on his cock and putting it in Pablo's mouth.

Back in the living room, they laid him down on the couch. Endless turns: anal fuckings in chain, one after another, lubricant mixed with semen. Urine on his chest, spit on his face while sucking. One guy urinated in his mouth while another one fucked him, and Pablo came without touching himself, white jets on his belly.

—Damn, the slut has come... Give him more.

Víctor coordinated: "Now everyone in his mouth." Pablo on his knees, and cocks around him. He sucked, licked balls, ...