In sauna with stud 2

They start competing to see who fucks me harder and who humiliates me more and hurts me more

The energy in the dark room changes suddenly. The guys surrounding you no longer just want to use you: a real competition begins to see who can push you to the limit, who fucks you the most brutally, who humiliates you and marks you more than the others. Excitement mixes with those sadistic laughs, the bet clear: you are the prize and the battlefield.

One of the guys—the one who grabbed you first by the leash—shouts: “Come on, whoever gets the best scream out of this whore wins, let’s go!” The rest respond with laughter, some slap your ass, others spit on your back or fill your face with hands, forcing you to feel even more worthless, pure property of the group.

The second male in line grabs your hips hard and thrusts as if you didn’t matter. He shoves his cock all the way in, with a hard and brutal rhythm, not caring about your pleasure, only wanting to hear your moans and muffled screams under the effect of the popper, the cock that was filling your mouth a few seconds earlier, and the sweat dripping from your forehead. It doesn’t take him long to twist your ear and say into it:

—Come on, faggot, beg me, tell me you want me to break your ass in front of everyone.

Another one gets beside you, grabs your head, and forces you to look at the group while they fuck you:

—Look at your owners properly, bitch, tell them who’s in charge here!

The thrusts become more savage. Some whip you with the leash, others put fingers wherever they can, one pinches your nipples until you squirm. The laughter doesn’t stop, each comment crueler than the last:

—Let’s see if he can take two cocks at once!

—Give him more popper, let him pass out from pleasure.

You feel your body giving in; you can only obey, scream, and moan. They leave your hole so open it seems impossible for it to close again, and each new male tries to outdo the last: rougher, deeper, more humiliating.

They force you to ask for it out loud, to beg for more, to acknowledge among all of them who was the hardest, who made you feel the most like an animal. If you don’t, they whip you and threaten to leave you tied there all night, at the mercy of anyone who passes by.

—Do you understand, submissive? Here you only have value if you’re a good whore, and now everyone wants to break you.

The low lights, the sweat, the screams, and the echo of public humiliation create that impossible atmosphere: pure kink, pure ruin, pure belonging.

How far do you want them to go? Do you want them to try to put more than one cock in, forcing limits, or do you prefer the scene to become even more savage and chaotic?

More savage and chaotic, they no longer respect anything and start doing everything without condoms, piss, two cocks, hard whippings, and cum without safe s...