Public Display: Proud to be used in public
How many men until he's thoroughly wrecked?
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Proud to be used in public
I was no stranger to being used in front of groups of people. Sir often took me to kink clubs to do just that. I lived for it. Absolutely loved it.
Sometimes Sir would entertain in our home. Especially after the annual Folsom Street Fair. This year was different, though. Sir wanted to show me off among the crowds on the street.
So many people watched as man after man used me in a back alley. Sir kept a tally with his black marker on my skin. By the end of the afternoon, I was delirious, but I needed more.
How many black marks would I be displaying by the end of the night?
I knew it was pointless to strain against the metal cuffs securing my hands to the wooden frame in the middle of the downtown street blocked off for the Folsom Street Fair.
Same went for my feet. They were tethered to the bottom of the beams that formed an X. Sir had removed my black leather pants, leaving me in my sexiest leather jock strap.
My cock covered. My ass not. It was on full glorious display.
I settled my breathing as the first brush of the leather flogger kissed my skin. Each strike heated my flesh more than the last. Sir layered me in attention until it was hard to stay still.
I looked past my shoulder to the area surrounding the stage we were on.
Crowds had gathered around the spectacle of my lashing. Some guys with their hands caressing their cock through their pants. Some guys with their stiff cocks out.
I stopped peering around and focused on the space between the beams. After a few minutes, it was impossible to stop it. Tears coated my cheeks, and I cried out with each new strike.
My ass would be blistering soon. My favorite. I loved the burn on my ass and Sir was working me over good for our audience. I worked hard to keep relaxing into it. Not flinching.
My erection had long since waned. The pain too great. Then as quick as it started, the flogging stopped. My hot skin was free to be caressed by a cool stinging breeze.
"Thank you, Sir," I shouted so everyone could hear me. I wasn't new to public displays like this. Sir often took me to kink clubs where he would use me however he saw fit.
Sir stepped up behind me and whispered in my ear. "You still riding a green light?"
I nodded. "Yes, Sir."
He patted my ribs. "Good boy." Then he released my arms and legs. I was a bit unsteady on my feet as I navigated the stairs off the stage. Sir was right by my side supporting me.
Once down on the pavement, Sir lifted the leash attached to the collar around my neck and led me through the crowd who were waiting for the next spectacle to begin. A few people patted my ass as I passed by them, making me clench my teeth. I was incredibly tender.
I wasn't sure where we were going next, but I trusted Sir to take care of me. Soon, we approached a burly older man with a round hairy belly and grey hair. He was decked out in black leather, wearing tight pants, a vest decorated in metal rivets, and a biker's rimmed cap.
You could tell he had been handsome in his youth. He still retained some of it. We were standing before him for a reason, but I'd never seen him before.
Sir extended his hand to him. "So glad you could make it, Carl."
Carl shook Sir's hand as he looked me up and down. "How could I resist?"
"How was the drive from Los Angeles?"
"Entertaining enough to keep my eyes open."
Sir gave my leash a quick sharp tug. "Carl, this is my boy, Aubrey."
Carl touched my chin, making sure I was looking at him. "Pleasure to meet you, Aubrey."
"You as well, Sir." I bowed my head when he released my chin.
"He's very well behaved," Carl said.
"He is. He's the best boy I've ever had, to be honest."
My cheeks heated with pride, and I smiled at the ground. Sir gave my leash another tug. This one dragging my head down. I dutifully sank to my knees with my hands behind my back.
Carl palmed his bulge, caressing it. I licked my lips as I watched the movement of his meaty hand and the increasing girth of the feast I knew I'd be having soon.
A few people gathered around us. Some men. Some women. The outdoor fair drew in all sorts. Regular kink enthusiasts and those who were simply curious.
Carl unzipped his fly and produced his thickening cock. My mouth watered for it. I looked up at him, blinking deliberately, and opened my mouth to extend my tongue.
He raked his free hand into my hair. "Such a good little slut."
A shiver of pleasure ran up my spine. I loved being called a slut. It described me perfectly. A slut. A whore. A cum dumpster. I was all those things. Sometimes even a dirty pig for Sir and whichever of his friends he invited over to our house to be entertained.
Carl slapped his cock on my tongue, spattering it in precum. He slipped his shaft in and out, riding past the lips of my gaping mouth, then withdrew and tapped his cockhead on my nose.
"Tell me how much you want this," he said. "Beg for it."
I brought my hands around to be in a praying position. "Please, Sir. Please fuck my face." I ended my plea with a whimper and whispered," Please, please, please."
Sir cupped my face from behind. "Speak up for all the nice people."
I shuffled closer and rubbed my cheek against Carl's cock. "I want to choke on your huge cock." My voice was louder now. "Please, Sir. Please fill my belly with your cum."
Carl laughed. "That's yet to be decided."
I'm sure I looked up at him with absolute desperation. I needed this so bad. To have my mouth used in front of all these people. I was quick to obey when Carl said, "Open."
I swung my hands around behind my back and linked my fingers. My job was to be a warm wet hole. I slathered his cock in spit as he slid it into my mouth then wrapped my lips around it and sucked. Carl used both hands to keep my head still as he drew back.
He snapped his hips forward and his cockhead hit the back of my throat. Luckily, my gag reflex had been trained out of me by Sir. I had spent many hours kneeling in front a fucking machine making me cough and choke until I learned to relax and just let it happen.
Carl slammed in and out of my mouth, pumping his hips and swearing. He gripped handfuls of my hair and clung on so tight my scalp stung. I was in my element. As he battered my throat, my tears returned, and my nose began to run. I concentrated on encouraging more saliva.
It was soon dripping down my chin, joined by my tears, my upper lip decorated in snot. I'm sure my face was crimson; my eyes bulging and glassy as I took everything Carl gifted me.
I sucked in a heavy breath as he withdrew and looked up at him. He smiled down at me. I could tell he was pleased with how I had performed and by the mess my face had become.
"Let's slip down an alley," Sir said. I rose to my feet with his help and stumbled along as I was led down the street a little way and into a tight brick-lined alley. There were other men there engaging in all sorts of lurid activities. Some couples. Some threesomes like us.
Carl turned me toward the wall and placed each of my hands on it then kicked my feet apart with his big boots. The only other movement I made was to tip my hips, presenting my ass.
The robust man Sir had introduced me to grunted then squatted behind me. His large hands clenched my stinging ass cheeks, making me suck in a sharp breath. His hot breath cascaded past my skin, then his nose touched my crease. I widened my stance more and bent my spine.
"Such a hungry little whore," he growled, then dragged his tongue across my hole. I wanted to jump in response to the sensation, but I relaxed instead. He pressed his face harder against me, licking and sucking my gaping pucker. Sir had fucked me hard with a massive dildo this morning until I was puffy and pink in preparation for the fair. He wanted to show off my used hole.
I closed my eyes and moaned when Carl slid a wet finger into my ass. He found my prostate and tortured me for a few moments, making me squirm, then rose behind me.
With his left hand, he held my head in place, angling my chin up until I was looking at the sky. He pressed the finger I assumed had been in my ass into my mouth. I groaned as I sucked on it, reveling in the pungent taste. Dirty slut. Carl rammed all four fingers along my tongue.
The flat width was too much, I couldn't stop myself from coughing and choking as he filled my throat. My face was already a disaster, but this move of Carl's made it beautifully worse.
I drooled spit onto the pavement at my feet when Carl retreated. He smeared what was on my face up into my hair, messing it up. I'd be up for any kind of full humiliation. Sir often made an example of me at home in front of his friends. Debasing me until I felt nasty and fulfilled.
His breath hot, Carl whispered in my ear, "I'm going to dump so much cum in you."
I whimpered. "Yes, please, Sir. Use me as your dumpster."
By now, a group of watchers had gathered around us. They stilled, except for their hands gripping their cocks, as Carl pressed his cockhead to my hole. I knew he wasn't going to go easy on me. I braced myself against the wall and held steady as he thrust into me.
With my eyes closed, stars burst behind my eyelids. Points of incredible light against the darkness. I felt him pummel high into my guts. Not satisfied, I groaned out, "More."
Carl increased his pace, jostling me so hard, I thought I'd fall against the wall. He clung hard to my hips, his fingers digging in, likely leaving bruises that I would cherish.
My eyes flew open when Carl relocated his hands from my hips to around my throat. His thumbs pressed to the top of my spine; his fingers wrapped so tight my adam' apple couldn't move.
It became difficult to breathe as he pounded me, growling and huffing heavily against the back of my head. I felt lightheaded. He tightened his grip. I'd be wearing a black and purple necklace for days to come for all to see. My cock pulsed and precum leaked from my tip.
I felt about to black out when Carl released me to gasp for breath and cough to reinflate my lungs. I hung my mouth open as slick spit spilled past my lips, Carl still battering my ass.
Each time his hips hit my flogger thrashed ass cheeks; it stung. A group of men moved closer to us. Sir turned my head to look at them. One man came close enough to lick my lips. He tasted like cigarettes and beer. I was too far gone to care how many men were waiting to use me.
I was in the blissed out space of a submissive cum slut.
Carl slowed his hips, and Sir lifted my sheer shirt off over my head, so I was nude other than my jock strap and my boots. One of the men pinched my nipple and twisted it until I moaned.
My first cock of the afternoon thrust hard into me until he jerked and spilled, his cum painting my insides. He kept pumping until every trace of him was drooling down my thighs.
Carl stepped back. The man who had licked my lips took up his position behind me, hands gripping my hips. I groaned as he slid home in one smooth move. He didn't last long until he was swearing and blasting my guts in his warm cum. Sir stepped behind me next.
Knowing what I needed, he thrust two of his fingers inside me and fished around, then produced them near my lips. I hungrily slurped them into my mouth, and nearly came as the scent, texture, and taste permeated my very being.
I loved to eat cum. Straight from the source or after being dumped in my ass. I loved it all. Some men even fed me the contents of their condoms after they'd finished drilling my hole into submission. Filthy whore.
A third man pressed his cockhead to my swollen wet pussy and thrust high and fast, making me gasp. He growled and laughed and pinched my nipples as he pounded me. I could feel his warm thick cum on my balls when he pulled out many minutes later.
The feel of Sir's black marker on my ass brought me back. He drew three lines on my left cheek. I looked over my shoulder. There was a lineup of men preparing to fuck me, spitting on and jacking their dicks. The alley had become crowded with people, pushing and shoving to get a better look at me being used; proudly displaying my count so far today.
Each man pounded me so hard; I had to engage what consciousness I had to relax. I ended up crushed against the brick wall, my arms losing the strength to keep me away from it.
My cock, when on the occasions it was hard, was battered against the rough surface that was leaving abrasions on my cheek and chest. I gripped the edge of some bricks with my fingertips.
Sir capped the men at six. My balls, cock, and inner thighs were coated with their cum. Some goodness had even made it as far as my boots. Sir directed me to put my shirt back on.
Once I pulled it into place, he tugged on my leash and led me back onto the street. The more I walked, the more cum leaked from my hole for all to see. That and the tally mark on my ass cheeks let everyone know what I was. You could tell Sir was proud to show me off.
It was the greatest feeling, knowing I'd behaved and met his expectations. I stood still as men ran their fingers down my crease and prodded my sloppy, slick, cum-filled hole.
Sir kept my attention on him by clenching my leash tightly in his hand as I was fondled by whoever wanted to touch me. My cock strained against the stiffness of my leather pouch. Plenty of people caressed it. Some gently. Others squeezing so hard, I couldn't stop whimpering.
There were many things to see. Sir took us to each display and booth, often stopping to talk to festival goers he knew. Invitations were extended to them to use me later.
I knew we would be having visitors tonight. Sir always invited men back to our apartment after the fair. I would be expected to crawl and wait on everyone. Suck whatever cock was pointed my way. Swallow loads of glorious cum. Then my tally marks would be added to until I was too exhausted to continue. Sir respected when I'd had enough. He always kept me safe.
And satisfied.
Later that night, after everyone left, he jerked me off before I went to sleep. I'd been edging all day. He knew I needed the release. Then he woke me in the morning by cumming all over my face. I collected it all up, savoring the taste of him, then sucked him clean.
Sir left me alone to clean myself up.
When I looked over my shoulder into the bathroom mirror, I counted twelve scoring marks on my ass. Sir had used permanent marker. It would take a few days to wear off.
I grinned as I counted them again. It was one of my higher counts. The black marker stood out against my crimson and blistered skin. Pride filled my chest as my gaze lingered.
I headed out to the kitchen naked and fell to my knees beside the stool Sir was sitting on at the island, scrolling through his phone. I bowed my head and waited.
After what was probably thirty minutes, Sir tapped the top of my head. "Up on the counter. I want to see what a messy swollen whore you've become."
I was quick to climb up, hands and knees on the island counter, my ass facing Sir. I lowered onto my elbows, pressed my chest to the cold marble, and tipped my ass up.
I knew I was truly a mess back there. I'd brushed my fingers over the bulbous gaping ring that had once been my tight hole. It wouldn't be again for quite some time. I'd been fucked so hard and long; the men had turned me inside out on occasion. I'd loved every pounding second of it.
Sir patted my ass. He was satisfied that I was thoroughly wrecked.
"Such a good little cum slut."
I couldn't stop grinning.
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