He had a nice hairy ass, which smelled of stale sweat and farts even before Toby let loose. Then it was even stinkier. Abe retched and gagged, but still he neither swallowed nor spat out the raunch-soup in his mouth.
Toby poked his head out the door. "Damn, nigga, he takin' it, you right, you right. I give you twenty bucks-"
"Man... What'd I tell you 'bout calling me a nigger?" Jamil sounded like he was waiting on the other side of the door, listening in.
"I ain't say nigger, man. I said you was a nigga-"
"Don't."
"Don't tell me what to do, nigger. I got rights. This is a free country-"
Jamil responded by shouting back, and they nearly came to blows. Meanwhile Abe just listened and gargled on the sexy mess in his mouth. One of the girls hissed at them to stop fighting, and they seemed to mostly make up, though Abe could still hear hostility in their voices.
"Come on in, Jamil, I know you said you was into fuckin' dudes-"
"I ain't say that, motherfucker. I said I wouldn't gotta think twice about doin' it for five hundred bucks," Jamil said. "But that was before you pissed and farted on him. No way now. Nasty-ass shit. After he takes a shower, then I fuck him for five hundred bucks. You hear that faggot?"
Abe gurgled loudly, and some of the mess in his mouth overflowed. Jamil erupted in gags and nervous laughter.
"Aw, I smelled that, I smelled that!" He screamed and walked away, then came back closer. "Aw, shit, you are nasty!" He poked his head into the door and gagged again. He ran off, talking to the strippers in the club. "Don't go in there, ladies, it is nasty. It is too nasty. No way."
Pain erupted in Abe's cheek as Toby slapped him hard across the face. He slammed the door shut too, cutting off the sound of Jamil and the strippers guffawing while the strip club shut down for the night. The sun was about to come up.
Abe moved for Toby's cock, but Toby pushed him to the ground. He landed with a splash in the piss-puddle
"I ain't tell you to suck it yet."
"I'm sorry, Toby-"
"Don't you call me by my Christian name. You call me sir."
"Yes, sir."
"Lick the floor, faggot," he said. He crossed his arms over his chest and sneered. He spat on the floor.
Abe bent down and licked. He lapped at the stinking spot on the filthy linoleum floor, which tasted like foot and cum. It was salty, gritty and deliciously nasty.
"Ew, you know dudes just nut all over this floor, right? Like, hundreds of guys?"
"I know, sir."
"You are fucking disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourself. You talk to ya mama wit' that mouth?"
He nodded. "Yes, sir. I am ashamed of myself."
"You deepthroat?"
"Yes, sir," Abe said. He poked a finger down his well-trained throat and gagged. Toby nodded his satisfaction.
"Alright. I'm gonna fuck ya throat now," he spat the words out angrily. He smacked Abe again. "You gonna fight me?"
"No-"
"Huh? Say it louder, bitch! Ya gonna fight me?!"
"No, sir-"
He smacked him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I'm a pitiful faggot!" Abe screamed. Tears of humiliation, fear and arousal erupted, and Toby shook his head. He smacked him over and over again. He took his cock out and flopped it over Abe's face. He jabbed it, half-hard, like he was trying to stab Abe's eyes out with it.
"Fuck you, faggot! Fuck you!" He pulled Abe's jaws apart and slapped his dick right down into Abe's mouth. His cock was still half-limp and rank from his sweaty boxers. He used all his weight to ram his dick in, pushing Abe's head onto the floor.
He pivoted his hips, making Abe gag more violently than he ever had before. He couldn't breathe, he could only retch at the rancid smell of Toby's unclean cock. He got hard as soon as he got his dick wet, and it throbbed in Abe's throat.
"Ah, damn, I wasn't gonna admit this no matter what, faggot, but you suck dick pretty good. If you was my girl, I'd tie you up in my basement, bitch." He paused. "That's a compliment, by the way."
He pulled his dick out at last, and Abe took a deep, hoarse breath. He was dizzy, his lungs begging for oxygen. "Thank you, sir. I'd love to be tied up in your basement."
"Hey, you okay in there?!" A female voice called out from outside -- it sounded like Destiny, the stripper who was a friend of Toby's. It was she who had assured him that the strip club wouldn't intervene if Abe did get Toby to agree to some rough trade.
Toby looked down at Abe and raised one eyebrow. "I ain't lettin' you out till I'm done, so you best tell her you okay."
Abe's voice was hoarse and scratchy. "Yeah, I'm fine!"
"Okay... Have fun, Abe..." Destiny giggled and whispered something. A few girls giggled as they walked away.
The champagne room was very hot and humid, and Toby was drenched in sweat. Abe started sucking his balls without being prompted. Toby grunted like he was going to punish Abe for doing something without permission, but then it felt so good he didn't want to stop. He moaned.
"Get ya tongue out while you suck my balls, and really suck on 'em," Toby said. "Make some noise. Slurp 'em. Slurp 'em like a prison bitch."
The salty, acidic taste of ballsweat made Abe's eyes water all over again. He snaked his tongue out over the underside of his balls. Sweat poured into his mouth as Toby shook his body from side to side. He picked his balls up and plopped them back in Abe's mouth. Abe slurped like he was sucking soda out of a nearly empty cup.
Then he switched back and forth between balls and cock. He dropped his balls in Abe's mouth and groaned as he wiggled them around, then took his balls out and rammed his dick all the way in until Abe choked. Then he wiggled his hips around again to make Abe gag.
He pulled out and grabbed Abe by the throat, cutting him off from gasping. He dragged Abe across the room by the throat, peering him in the eyes. "You one of them transgenders?"
"No, sir," Abe said, hoarsely choking.
"You sure? If you get ya dick cut off, I'll rape you every night for free."
Abe shook his head.
His nostrils flared. He smacked Abe. "If I could do the surgery myself, I'd tie you down and do it, faggot. You don't deserve to have a cock."
"Yes, sir."
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass now."
"Yes, sir."
"It's gonna hurt. I don't use lube. I'm gonna make you bloody, if you ain't too much of a slut already," he said. He was breathing heavy as though barely in control of his actions; it almost looked like he was imitating someone specific. His wild eyes were in a frenzy. Abe could definitely see why the strippers were afraid of him.
"Yes, sir-" Abe yelped in pain. Toby's finger jammed into his asshole, all the way in. Abe's hole puckered. He moaned as his pain was replaced by pleasure, and his dick rocketed to attention. Toby saw it, spat and punched Abe, which made him moan harder. Blood poured from his nose.
"You like it when you get punched wit' a finger in ya ass?"
"Yes, sir," Abe said through his tears. His dick spasmed, precum leaking out. Every time Toby punched him, the pain grew worse and his prostate came alive a little more.
"That is nasty. You know when I was in prison, this is how I punished my bitch. He used to cry and beg me to stop. But I ain't never stop. I like hearin' that sound. Makes me hard. And you like it?" He spat on Abe's face. "You sicken me."
"Yes, sir." Abe sighed in relief as Toby withdrew his finger. But that lasted only a moment. He rammed his entire dick in with one smooth motion of his hips. Abe was loose from both arousal and the lube he had applied earlier -- he knew from experience that Toby was not likely to bother.
Toby grabbed Abe by his hair and ground his face into the floor. He spat over and over onto Abe's cheeks, and on his tongue that lolled out of his open mouth. He punched Abe every few seconds in his side, not as hard as he could, but hard enough to hurt, and to make Abe's ass clench around his cock.
"You like this, ya nasty faggot? Huh? You disgustin' p
iece of trash..."
"I love it, sir, I love it."
He stopped moving. He hissed. "I'm gonna tell you a secret, faggot," he said. "Ya know that story I just 'bout punishin' my bitch by punchin' him when he sittin' on my cock?"
"Yes..." Abe had trouble concentrating due to the pain and pleasure simultaneously assaulting his senses.
"I tell every deadbeat I beat up that story to scare 'em off ever comin' back to this club. If they do come back, I make 'em lick my asshole the next time. If they come back a third time, then I make 'em my prison bitch for the night in the alley around back."
"Yes, sir."
"But that story is a lie," he said. "If you ever tell anyone this, faggot, I will kill you. I swear to god, I will kill you in the most horrendous way I can think of. I will track down your mama and strike her dead too. Get me?"
"Yes, sir."
"I was the prison bitch in that scenario. I was owned by a nigger. I was only eighteen at the time, I wasn't as big as I am now." He paused, then he spat on Abe's face again. "So that's why I hate faggots. And niggers. And cops, and bitches, and spics and just 'bout everyone else too. 'Specially you, bitch." He wrapped his hand around Abe's throat and squeezed. "I could choke you to death right now, and you'd prolly like it. I would too. I don't wanna go to back to prison, but I would. You'd prolly get off on that, huh?"
"Yes, sir."
He moved his dick from side to side, twitching it inside Abe's ass. That caused mind-blowing agony and ecstasy to course through Abe's veins. He squealed and squirmed.
"If you ever tell anyone that, motherfucker, I will bury you alive! I will rip ya goddamn head off! Ya hear me?!"
"Yes, sir! I swear!"
He choked Abe more. He smacked his face, then put both hands on his cheeks and pressed down with all his might as he slammed his dick in and out. Abe screamed and came onto the floor. The most potent orgasm of his life ran through his body. He shot a big wad of cum that sprayed over the grimy linoleum beneath him.
Then he felt Toby's orgasm as well. It was a thick and creamy load, hot, sticky, spreading throughout Abe's body. It was tremendously satisfying, and they both sighed. For just a moment, Toby seemed almost caring as he rubbed Abe's head and shoulders.
"Fuckin' faggot, I oughta rape the asshole right off ya body."
"Yes, sir."
Then he pushed Abe down again. He pulled his dick out and flopped its limp, rubbery shaft all over Abe's face. Raunchy assjuice spread down his chin, and Abe licked it clean. He loved sucking ass off limp dicks, so he guzzled down every drop even as it made him gag over and over again.
Like he was in a rush to leave, Toby stood up as soon as he was done. He kicked Abe to the ground and walked out the door, stark naked. He turned around before he shut the door.
"Where's that money, faggot?"
Abe stretched and sighed. He grabbed his wallet out of his pants. He passed the money to Toby, while a few girls giggled at the sight of Toby's bare ass and muscled back, which dripped with sweat.
"Put some damn clothes on, Toby!"
Toby ignored them and counted the money. He scowled and turned around. "I've got spare clothes in the back," he said. "For just this kind of occasion." He closed the door behind himself. The last thing Abe heard him say was, "Don't nobody go in there. You don't wanna see that."
That was fine with Abe. This fantasy had worked out even better than he had hoped. He licked his own mess off the floor, then masturbated a few more times before drifting off to sleep. He sighed as he heard the strippers leave for the night. He curled up with Toby's nasty clothes -- which had been dirty even before they were covered in piss and sweat and cum on the floor of the champagne room. Abe sucked on Toby's musky boxers like a security blanket.
He couldn't wait to track down his next target, in his ongoing quest to suck off all the nastiest and raunchiest men in the world.
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