So You Thin You're a Top?

The situation was rather surreal. It didn't dawn on me until that moment listening to the man step up to the gloryhole that I went from swallowing my first load ever through a glory hole to planning the logistics of how I was going to make sure this guy's load ended up on my face. All while my caged cock was throbbing within its enclosure, and my heart was racing from the approval I'd received from Vinny.

Not that I was a stranger to gloryholes. It is more that I was accustomed to sticking my dick through one rather than servicing the dick that came through. I had entered this contest knowing I'd have to be open to take a LOT of dick. I was competing against four other men who all also identified as total tops. Yet, we all agreed to cage our cocks for weeks of bottom debauchery. In those first few weeks, we were encouraged to shoot as many loads as we wanted if our bodies so desired while being impaled on dick. But once the first month was over, we would have to endure 60 more days locked where we won't be asked to do anything slutty. Instead, we will have to resist the insidious temptation to beg a guy to fuck our loads out of us. The guy who can refrain from being fucked silly just to get his rocks off wins a huge cash prize. And in the first month there is competitions to award points for being extra slutty and cock hungry.

The points had a dual purpose. In the event more than one guy manages to remain a total top by patiently waiting out the final two months, then the points exist to break a tie. The guy who got the most points the first 30 days AND who refrains from begging for a prostate orgasm will win. In the event more than one guy drops out in that final 60 days, though. Well, then they have the option of pursuing even more points with additional slutty challenges. The guy who fails to stay a total top but gets the most points being a bottom will get the consolation prize. Another cash prize not nearly as big as first prize, but still well worth it.

In our inaugural challenge I came second... well I came second-to-last in a live sex show version of musical chairs where my hole was the chair, and the dicks were... never mind I think you get where I'm going. Having been the second-to-last contestant to shoot my load, the man who beat me decided to claim the first place points and as an added treat he got to uncage himself and fuck me silly. Which all adds up to not as many points gathered by yours truly as loads. But my personal dom and judge for the contest, a top named Vinny who liked fucking my bottom boyfriend Garret, assigned me some points the following couple of days after the first night while he trained my mouth and hole for the next challenge: a gangbang with all the judges participating.

If that wasn't nerve-racking enough, an anonymous benefactor donating his personal private gloryhole space for extra credit work added to the anxiety. We can't all get gangbanged at the same time if the five judges were doing the banging. Knowing I wasn't terribly ahead in points did give me a reason to take up this extra credit assignment. After all, the guy with the most gloryhole loads by the end of this week would get 100 points. Though I was competitive, my conflicted feelings about going from exclusively topping to trying to score as many loads as possible at the gloryhole was not exactly an easy choice.

No I nearly passed, but Vinny caught me as I fucked up some of his rules for being his sub and gave me a choice at my punishment. Well a choice in what he called each punishment which he described only with a vaguely coded phrase. My punishment was no access to Vinny's dick. And given my heightened state of arousal, how Vinny got my stomach fluttering in a way no other top ever has, and the fact that without his dick I would automatically be disqualified for this week's gangbang challenge and forfeit another week of points, it was my bright idea to set myself a challenge. Vinny agreed to it. If I could get ten loads at the gloryhole before it was time for my gangbang, he'd rescind his punishment and dick me along with the other doms.

Yes, you heard that right. I -- a self-described total top -- am currently caged, on my knees in a decked out gloryhole, with a load in my stomach, and the makings of a plan to get the next one on my face, need to extract nine other loads if I don't want to be benched this week in the taking dick challenge. You know what they say: gotta take dick to take dick? Pretend that made sense.

There I was though, watching as another dick slid through in front of me. This one wasn't as long as the one previously. It was rather average, but uncut. Now as I'd already mentioned I've sucked plenty of dick. And I've gone to plenty of gloryholes. I'd just never sucked dick at a gloryhole, and I was still wrapping my head around the fact that my first one had gotten me all sorts of hot and bothered. Even more so when Vinny messaged me his approval. This guy had a bit of a bush too that was poking through the hole. I reached up and grasped it, sliding my hand down toward the base and gently pulling his foreskin down the head.

It was glistening a little. His foreskin had clearly trapped a bit of his precum. I swiped my tongue across the head and tasted it. This guy's was very sweet. Moreso than the previous dick had produced. I heard him moan through the wall. Figuring the dick wasn't going to suck itself, and that I still had several loads to go, I stopped wasting time. My lips parted and I tongued the head of his dick as I slid it into my mouth. I let my hand rest at the base of his cock. That way I could have a bit of control over the skin. This turned out to be smart as I noticed his foreskin came with my mouth a bit as I began to pull off him.

It took a bit to establish a rhythm, but I soon found myself bobbing up and down and adjusting the pressure and placement of my hand on his shaft to alternate whether my mouth was sliding over his head, or his own foreskin. His dick was slick with my spit, but I could tell he was leaking more precum as little throbs and pulses produced more of that sweet taste of his precum. His dick invading further and further into my mouth and throat as I gained momentum. My other hand reaching up and tugging at his balls as I hoovered his cock. I felt them draw further and further up towards his abdomen and his breathing pace became more ragged. He wasn't going to last long. And just as I had that thought, I heard him whisper.

"U-I'm gonna c-cummm," he said. He was so quiet that I think he was worried I didn't hear him. "I'm cumming now." He said this more forcefully. If my mouth wasn't engaged at slobbering on his dick already, I would have laughed a bit at his polite tone. But this was what I'd been waiting for. I pulled off his dick and lined the head up just in time for the first shot of cum to fire from his dick. Then came several more shots, just as powerful as the first. It coated my nose, my right eyebrow, my right eye (which I closed tight but still felt the sting of salt anyway). One shot got right into my slightly ajar mouth. His cum as it happens tasted even sweeter than the precum had. And his last bit of load dribbled out on my chin. I was well and truly plastered. I nursed the head of his dick for the last few drops. He was clearly sensitive because I heard him jerking to the sensation on the other side of the wall. Then as unceremoniously as he began, he slipped his dick out of the hole. I peeked a little and watched him pull his pants back on and leave in a hurry.

To be honest, I was a bit pleased with my performance. I'd managed to suck that guy off in a few minutes flat. I snapped a pic of my plastered face and sent it to Vinny. He replied instantly telling me I was a good slut and reminding me that he wants me to keep that load on my face until I'm done, and he expects a pic of me when I'm done to prove I did what he asked. Though he did say I could clean my eye before it dried shut. What a gentleman. Two down.

The next forty minutes saw two more dicks. One average like the second one, and one below average. Vinny gave me no stipulations, but did tell me I was a good slut when I mentioned swallowing them both. My face was still covered in cum, though it was dry and flaky. My knees and jaw were a bit sore. But I felt good about the pace. That is until we hit this unexpected lull. Thirty minutes passed and I just sat watching porn and starting to feel a bit self-concious. Four men had used my mouth to cum, and I didn't know the first thing about them. Well, I guess I knew they had dicks, which in the context of this whole challenge would be the first thing of note. It was the second, third, fourth... you get the picture. Those are things I knew nothing about. I didn't know their names, ages, anything. I only knew them by their dicks, and the taste of their loads.

And without the next dick to get me focused on my task, I couldn't help but wonder what they thought of the mouth on the other side. The mouth hungrily sucking their load out of their balls. Were they grateful? I would have been. Though I can't help but remember being young, and cocky, and getting some guy to suck me off. Obviously it was hot, but was I always just grateful? Was I always thinking how cute and amazing they were like when I watch Garret go to town on my cock? The answer was no. There were times, fueled by porn and dirty talk where I'd chuckle to myself as I walked out of their place without a word. Laughing at the thought of them being some faggot who still had my load dripping down their chin. And I couldn't help but imagine the guys who just shot into me were thinking the same things.

Part of me wondered if this wasn't the sign that this wasn't for me. Which, I guess was the point, right? I could stop. I could get up, wipe my face off. I could message Vinny and tell him I'm sorry but I came to my senses, and I don't want to do this anymore. And sure he might be disappointed, but I don't think he'd be mean about it. I think back to when he took me that first challenge. When he whispered in my ear that he's not the kind of dom who takes what he wants from the unwilling. No, he wanted me because I wanted him. Because my normal tendency to be a total top was overcome by his presence. He liked that it was foreign to me, but I did it anyway. He liked when guys wanted to please him. And wasn't that why I was here?

Obviously not to please him in a direct sense. But I could have just taken my punishment, taken the loss in the contest. Heck in a week it could be that I'm so far behind, and so unlikely to finish the contest as intended that I'd drop out. And sure I'd be out the time I lost these last few weeks, but I'd have learned something. I would have reaffirmed to myself what I like. That it isn't just fear that stopped me from being a bottom slut, but true preference.

It was fear, though. Fear was exactly my problem. Fear of being perceived as a pathetic little faggot. Fear of being looked down on. Something I felt was the case just being gay in the world already. Even without factoring in positions, or pleasure. I couldn't do anything about how the world looked down on me for being gay. But was I really a top? Or was I just taking the one ability I have to control how people DO perceive me by saying I was a top? I was feeling all sorts of confusing, stomach churning things. The one thing that comforted me was the memory of that warmth. The warmth that spread from deep inside me when Vinny whispered in my ear. When he told me what he wanted me to do, he knew I'd do it. Not because it occurred to me, but because he simply asked me to. And that warmth was comforting, and confusing all over.

It was coming up on 50 minutes without another dick in sight, and I had started drafting my message to Vinny to back out. To leave. Maybe leave a door open to call out of work tomorrow morning, or anything really to leave a door open. That way, if his disappointment was too much, I'd have an escape route. I could say, "Just kidding! I'm happy to get the other six loads. Don't think I'll ever let you down, Vinny!" Before I could send anything -- heck before I could even commit to a single sentence of a message he texted first.

"Run into a slow down on the dicks, slut?"

"Yes. I was about to message and see if you thought I should stick around or come back later... I could maybe sneak out of work tomorrow morning."

"Not that I don't love the dedication to the grind (at the expense of your daily grind it would seem), but I find the idea of you taking all ten loads tonight very hot..."

Fuck. Now I was even more conflicted. I thought about just accepting the disappointment anyway and saying it had been nearly an hour and no one had shown up. But he messaged me back again.

"Though I bet you don't feel like waiting around all night for those loads. I don't want you skipping out on work for this either. So, I have an idea, if you're up for it."

"What were you thinking?" My heart skipped a beat because my experience so far was that Vinny's ideas tended to catch me by surprise and push my boundaries.

"I have a friend who is on a community hockey league. Mostly guys in their 30s and 40s who play other similar teams from surrounding towns. Not all of them are gay, but my friend is, and he's brought them over to those very gloryholes once or twice after a game. As it happens, they are driving by there this evening after an away game, and it sounds like they won. They tend to be in a celebratory mood, and love getting off through a gloryhole where they can imagine whoever they want on the other side... I could tell them to stop by and help you out..."

I chuckled a bit at this. Help me out while helping themselves out. The thought was hot, though. A whole team of hockey players all getting off together after a hard-won fight. That's a porn video I'd like to watch. Though, I still imagined myself as one of the players rather than the guy they were using. Another thought presented itself, then. Weren't hockey teams more than just six guys? As usual, it seemed Vinny could read my mind.

"The only thing is there are twelve of them. And I don't want to be rude and say we only need six of their loads... what do you say, slut?"

That familiar flutter of my heart as I read his message. I thought about it for a few minutes. Twelve is a lot more than six. Twice as much in fact. I was sore and tired after just four. The thought of saying no to Vinny wasn't impossible. But I knew in my heart that my desire to please him was only growing stronger. "I say yes, sir. I'll help the team out."

"Is that how you ask for a favor, slut?" My cheeks went flush reading this reply.

"Please, sir. Can you send them to me so I can take their loads, sir?"

A devilish smiling emoji came through first. "Of course, slut. Since I'm already helping you out, I'll help a bit more. Twelve guys one after another might take a bit longer than some of the guys are willing to wait. So, why don't you turn off that booth you're in, and walk down to the special gloryhole at the end of the hall."

I swallowed hard as I wasn't sure what to expect. At least not entirely. I gathered my stuff and clothes, turned off the ready sign, and peeked out into the hall to make sure no one was there. I slid through the door once I was sure the coast was clear and walked naked down the hall in a hurry. The cold concrete floor felt a little dusty but not dirty. I walked down the hall as Vinny directed, and didn't see anything. No door, other than the doors to the booths and the one to the front side of the gloryholes. I was right next to the booth furthest from the exit, and not wanting to hang out in this strange hallway naked holding my clothes for too long I opened that one thinking I'd ask Vinny for more directions. As it happened, this was the door he mentioned. Instead of a regular booth like the one I was just in, it was one large room. And instead of a single wall dividing it, there were four smaller ones creating a booth in the center. A booth within a booth apparently. Each of the walls had a hole, and one had some sort of hand pump affixed to the outside. This set up made it apparent how this room could speed things along.

It didn't take long to find a latch that opened the booth in the middle. The floor inside was completely covered in that same kind of squishy rubber material that I was kneeling on in the booth previously. There was a loft-like shelf above everything which had a few things. Wipes, lube, and the like, and some sort of collapsable chair? It reminded me a bit of a lawn chair. There also was space for me to put my things, which I did quickly. I pulled the wall closed and locked the latch from the inside. Then I looked around the booth. There was another switch in one corner that clearly operated the ready sign. Each wall had a hole big enough for a man to slide his dick and balls through. Except for one wall, which had more of a peep hole in the center of what looked like a cut out square that was much larger than the other holes. It was latched at the top and bottom and after fiddling with them I realized the square cut out slid along tracks downward leaving a gaping hole big enough for a grown man's ass. The whole booth within the booth was a tight fit, and I could tell it was just wide enough that if my own ass was pressed through this new little window, I'd be able to comfortably reach the hole on the opposite wall. That's when I realized what the chair was for. I pulled it out of the loft space, and found it popped open into a kind of makeshift sawhorse. It had pads for where it would prop me up so that I could stick my ass through the window, suck whatever dick came through the hole directly in front of me, and have my hands free to jerk off whoever stuck their dicks through each hole at my side.

The picture was clear as day. I wouldn't have to wait for my first time at the center of a gangbang because I'd just agreed to one without fully realizing it. Vinny was sending a group of twelve hockey players to use my mouth and ass, and this little collapsible fuck chair would allow me to jack off the guys next in line for their turn. I was in full panic mode. And of course, right on cue, as he always was, Vinny messaged.

"They'll be there in about five minutes, slut. And I have to say, this whole thing has got me hard as fuck. I'm sure you are probably freaking out a bit, but I know you'll take their dicks like a champ. I got lucky when I pulled your card and got assigned to be your dom. Going to do a good job for my buddies, slut?"

Goddamn, just when I thought my panic was enough to finally motivate me to back out, Vinny knew just what to say. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure to do a good job for your friends, sir."

My heart was racing as I got in position. My ass hanging out of the window in the box. My face lined up with the gloryhole in front of me, and my finger reaching to flip the ready-switch. And as I switched it, the agonizing minutes of waiting in silence. Every moment I waited, was a moment I considered flipping the switch back off, and bolting. That warm feeling of pleasing Vinny the only thing stopping me from doing just that. And when the waiting became so much that I felt my hand reaching for the switch again to turn it off, that's when I heard the door to the room open, and the chatter of men in high spirits.

"Damn, I had no idea this room was any different than the others," one of the voices said.

"Fuck, me either. Thought it was just like the other booths..." I heard footsteps filing in, and the door closing. The sounds of people walking around my little box, surrounding me. A few short weeks ago I'd have killed to be one of them. A pack of guys circling some bottom like prey. Wondering what slut was inside this box ready to take our dicks. Not the one in the box as the one waiting to take those dicks. I felt like my heart was beating faster than it ever had as I listened to the unmistakable sounds of undressing.