Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2006 07:06:19 -0400 (EDT)
From: herb_cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: The Bottom Audition

Copyright 2006 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without
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Please note: this story depicts oral, anal, sado-masochistic and group
sex between males. If any of these offend you or are illegal to publish
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
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The Bottom Audition

The ad was short, simple, and straightforward. Right there in the
personals section, under the heading 'Men Seeking Men.' It read: 'Male
Sex Club seeks hungry bottom for regular abuse. Call 555-5555.' Shit, I
told myself. That one's written for me! Big Tom answered the phone. Yes,
this is the club that placed the ad. Yes, they have an immediate opening.

Big Tom then proceeded to spell out the requirements of the position. I
must be ready for work every single night. I must get myself bathed,
douched and dressed by 9PM. Dress was to be a T shirt, jeans, and
sneakers. No underwear, no socks. I would expect a phone call exactly at
9PM and then be given the address where my services were required. I was
to bring along several dozen condoms which I was expected to provide at
my own expense. Regular club gang-bang nights usually took place at the
club's crib. But on other nights, the club might rent me out to an
individual member who needed me either just for himself, or more
frequently to entertain some of his friends. Or the club might get
together with one of their brother organizations at one of their cribs
for a joint gang-bang. Or they might just rent me out to another club to
use for the night.

All this talk about rent of course made me curious. But the arrangements
were simple enough. The club kept 100% of the rental fees to pay for
their ongoing expenses. My wages were a nightly ass full of cum. As a
bottom with an insatiable asshole, this seemed eminently fair to me.

Tom explained that the Bitch Boy, which would be my title, was used hard
and heavy. I would start by sucking off every guy in the room, sometimes
eating out their assholes as well. But the primary activity each night
would be serial fucking; frequent sandwich fucking, and double
penetration of my asshole would not be uncommon. About once a month was
Hole Spreading Night, Tom said. That's when I could expect large dildos
and fisting. Each night, I would probably not return home until at least
after 3AM, and possibly not until breakfast, so I should plan on getting
in a daytime nap. I thought to myself, Hell, I'll sleep at my job like I
do anyway.

The Bitch Boy, he told me, usually only lasted a few months. Maybe a year
if he was young and fit. But like a cassette tape for an especially hot
porn flick, after constant repeated use, the Bitch Boy inevitably wore
out and needed to be discarded. I could expect the same treatment.
Furthermore, if I failed to answer my phone by the third ring, or failed
to show up for an appointment, the club would send their enforcer out to
track me down and drag me in. The entire club would fuck the shit out of
me one last time and then I would never hear from them again. There would
be no second chances.

I told Big Tom I understood all this and found the conditions very
agreeable. I asked when I could start. He told me I could audition that
night.

I hung up and went right out to the drugstore where I bought half their
inventory of Trojans. The clerk gave me a wink. Then I went home and
showered and used my Dyna-douche to get thoroughly clean inside. I was
way too excited to nap. I dressed just as I had been instructed and
waited by the phone. It rang while my wall clock was still striking 9. I
picked it up on the second ring and got the address, which that night was
the club's crib.

It turned out to be the basement of a sporting goods store owned by one
of the members. Big Tom met me in the parking lot and brought me in
through a side door and down a flight of stairs into a small storeroom.
Along the walls were photographs, close-ups of men's assholes. This was
the club's trophy room. Tom pointed to each hole and named the Bitch
Bottom, when he was here, how long he lasted, and any special attributes
he had. I expect that if they were face pictures, Big Tom probably
wouldn't remember anything about them. The asshole was the feature the
club members saw the most. Tom told me to wait here a few minutes and he
went into the next room. I opened my satchel and took out a handful of
condoms to stuff in my pocket. Then waited.

It seemed like an eternity, but eventually the door opened again and I
was ushered into a room, totally darkened except for one overhead light
under which I was placed. I could tell there were about a dozen men
around me. I could smell the testosterone. I had worn my tightest jeans
and as I slowly turned around, I could feel their eyeballs sizing up my
buttocks.

"Kneel, Bitch Boy," someone commanded. I obeyed and immediately saw a
large cock in front of my face. He too was in jeans, but instead of a
shirt, he wore a studded leather harness. I opened my mouth and swallowed
his swelling mantool. In quick succession, the others also received their
blowjobs. A couple of them couldn't hold their loads, but poured them
down my throat. Meanwhile, hands were pawing at my head, at my ass, and
at my clothes. My shirt was pulled off and thrown aside. Someone pulled
my sneakers off, while someone else unbuttoned my waist and unzipped my
fly. This allowed room for a few hands to begin exploring my ass. One
member soon had his middle finger up my hole. All the while I was on my
knees sucking cocks, one or two at a time.

"Pick him up, guys," someone said, and I was hoisted into a sling. My
jeans came off the rest of the way and I was buck naked. I saw that most
of the members had also stripped off their clothes. The guy with my jeans
pulled out the wad of condoms and handed them to me. "You're going to
need these now," he said. I clenched them in my hand. I lay on my back in
the sling and my feet were inserted into two stirrups, giving anyone who
wanted ready access to my hole. I immediately felt a wet tongue licking
my hole. It was soon penetrating deep inside, moistening my tunnel with
spit. Many fingers followed. Someone grabbed one of the condoms from my
clenched fist and soon I felt the first of many cocks begging for
entrance. For the next half hour or so, there was always someone's cock
up my ass, and another one down my throat. The condom supply in my hand
was being exhausted quickly. Hands were yanking on my own cock and
squeezing my balls, and someone kept biting my nipples. Th! en things let
up briefly. Big Tom asked me if I needed to piss and I nodded. They
lifted me out of the sling and led me to a hole in the concrete floor. It
was about three feet square and one foot deep with a drain hole in the
bottom. The area had a faint aroma of old urine. I stepped down into the
hole and began taking my leak when I was suddenly showered in piss. All
the members were standing around me urinating directly on my body, on my
head, and in my face. I opened my mouth and took a long draft of hot
golden manpiss.

When I climbed out, I was dripping. Someone threw me a towel, an old rag
actually. I used it to dry my hands enough to go to my satchel and get a
new supply of condoms. "Do you know how a dog barks, Bitch Boy?" I took
my cue and knelt down on all fours and began howling like a hound dog.
But the howling was soon stifled by another cock in my mouth. A collar
was put on my neck attached to a leash. Someone pulled a condom out of my
paw and soon I was being a literal bitch to this pack of alpha dogs.
"Ride him hard, Mike," like Mike really needed any encouragement. He was
plowing into my bitch ass like a dog in heat, pulling away on the leash
like it was a rein. After Mike, Pablo got on me. He was a lithe guy and
once his extra long dick was firmly ensconced in my hole, he spread his
legs on either side of my hips. This gave access to Rick who pushed his
cock in right under Pablo's. My first, but certainly not my last, double
penetration. It felt exhilarating having two thr! obbing mantools in my
hole at once.

Throughout all this time, the members were swigging beer and Coke. For my
part, I was swigging jizz, and lots of it. Not to mention the liters of
piss I must have swallowed while standing in the hole. So after all the
dogs had fucked their bitch, several times each in fact, and the condom
supply in my paw was again exhausted, Hairy Harry grabbed the leash and
led me on all fours back to the piss hole. This time, I stepped down into
it on my hands and knees. I lifted one leg up and pissed, actually
missing the hole and getting a member's ankles instead. Again I was
showered in manpiss. And someone kept jerking my leash back so my face
and open mouth could get their share.

Then the collar was removed and I retrieved more condoms from my satchel.
Two members had laid down on a pool table, with their heads at opposite
ends. Their asses were touching with one man's legs laying over the
other's. A third member held their two cocks together while a fourth slid
a single condom over both. Then I was lifted into the air and carefully
lowered on to this double dick. My second double penetration. Guys held
my arms and knees as the two fuckers worked in masterful tandem to fuck
me long and hard. After they were finished, and I was lifted off, I
turned and pulled off the condom and sucked the double dick until it
exploded double jizz in my throat. Of course, as I leaned over the table
to do this, another cock began plowing my asshole.

Things were moving at a rapid clip now. Everybody wanted to get off at
least one more load, and some guys began fucking each other while they
waited for an opening at my opening. Some guys lap fucked me, others
scissor fucked me on the floor. One big brute, Tony, picked me up in his
arms. I threw my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and he
fucked me standing up, the whole while french kissing my pissed-up
jizzed-up mouth. On my last trip to the pisshole, Jake climbed down into
the hole with me and told me to bend over and place my hands on the edge
on the hole. He proceeded to fuck me while everyone else showered both of
us in piss. This time, most of the members aimed at Jake's dick, giving
it extra lube as he ramrodded my hole. But one guy still gave me my share
of his secondhand beer.

When Jake was finished, we both stood up and someone went over to the
wall and turned a valve. I had not noticed the showerhead before, mounted
directly over the pisshole. Big Tom threw each of us a bar of soap and we
lathered up. But Jake did most of his lathering on my worn out asshole.
His hot slick soapy hand felt so good on my poor tired sphincter. The
other guys couldn't resist and soon they were all crowding down into the
hole under the shower, running their wet soapy hands over my ass, cock
and balls. Hairy Harry turned off the shower and got a fresh pile of
towels, real towels, and passed them out, and we all sat down on the
edges of the pisshole, fairly exhausted. As we sat, each man wanking his
neighbor's dick, Tony began to talk business.

"Young Man," he said, "I think I speak for all of us when I say that
tonight you were a most satisfactory Bitch Boy." The others nodded. I
thanked him. "Do you think you can do this every night?" Again I nodded.
I told them my hungry asshole had never had such a delicious feast and it
would look forward to dining regularly on such fare. "And you are willing
to let the Club rent out your services?" I considered that arrangement
filled with endless exciting adventures. "Next Saturday, we are getting
together with the Black Hawks who will be bringing their Bitch Boy. It
could be a busy night for you. Twice as many cocks to service." I
understood. Actually my asshole was puckering at the thought of two dozen
big cocks. Tony looked around at the others. "Well, then, the consensus
seems to be that you're hired." A cheer went up. The guys beside me
slapped me on the back, squeezed my balls and kissed me.

"Stand up," Big Tom told me. He had a camera in his hand. "Now bend over
and spread em." He took my picture for the trophy room. Jake got the last
few condoms out of my satchel and handed them to me, all but one. As
Hairy Harry held my shoulders, Jake gave me his last fuck for the night,
then slapped my ass to welcome me to the club. Then Tony, Big Tom, Pablo,
Mike, and all the others, fucked me and welcomed me with a slap. Each in
turn then got dressed and began to leave. Finally Big Tom held my
shoulders so Hairy Harry could give me my final fucking. It was long and
hard, even after all the work his cock had done that night. The three of
us got our clothes on, gathered up mountains of spent condoms, shut down
the lights, locked up and got in our cars. It was a quarter past three.