in the sauna with stud

In a gay sauna, I appear in the dark room with a dog collar and leash. I’m wearing only that and a jockstrap that leaves my whole ass visible; from it hangs a strip of condoms. I get on one of the central beds on all fours, ass up, inhale poppers and wait to see what happens?

Your hand trembles as you open the bottle of poppers and let that chemical vapor soak your senses. The smell invades you, clouds you and wakes you up at the same time. The cold leather of the collar reminds you of your place, the tug of the leash barely gives you room to move: you are simple exhibition, easy prey, everyone’s property.

You feel the shadows moving around you, anonymous eyes scrutinizing your exposed ass, hungry. A burly man positions himself behind you, his hot breath brushing your back. Without saying a word, he moves the jockstrap aside further to admire how your hole is left completely accessible, shiny, trembling.

With a grunt, he gives you a hard smack on one cheek, and you hear dry laughter around you. Someone pulls the leash, forcing you to sink your face even deeper into the bed, forcing the position: ass completely offered, not an ounce of dignity. You feel hands, mouths, a tongue playing with the edge of your hole and the effect of the poppers makes you open up more.

A voice whispers to you: “That’s how a bitch stays. For everyone’s use.”

Another hooks one of the condoms from your strip, rolls it onto his cock and, without further warning, pushes into you, entering all at once. You feel how they open you completely, the pressure, the total lack of control, the rush of submission so real you don’t even remember who you are.

Quickly other males join in, some touch your thighs, others hold the leash while they fuck you without rest. One forces you to smell his sweat-covered fist and they order you to moan loudly, without shame. Every time you try to close your legs or hold back, they pull you, push you, open you more:

—Don’t run away. This is how a sauna slut is used.

You hear one comment, almost mocking:

—Say goodbye to privacy, you’ve earned being put straight on reserve: everyone’s going to want to fuck you, slave.

You keep inhaling poppers while they use you, the leash tight, your ass burning and your mind lost between pleasure, humiliation, and that brutal desire for it simply not to stop.

Would you dare to look them in the face when it’s all over? Or would you just stay there, waiting for the next stranger to come teach you your place?

I wait for the next one and this next one is quite sadistic

You have no idea who the thick hand squeezing your buttock belongs to, but the gesture is aggressive, almost cruel. The dark room is silent, expectant, until you feel the sharp slap echo across your skin. The man crouches and speaks into your ear, his hoarse voice pressed to your neck:

—So the bitch wants ...