A Set of Holes

I didn't know where to start. Most men were busy either fucking someone, or in conversations with other people. I spotted a caucasian man sitting alone by himself smoking a cigar. He looked to be in his late 40s, early 50s, a bit overweight with a beer belly, bald with a smooth shiny head, several tattoos on his arms. He looked dangerous, but he was alone so I decided to take my shot.

I crawled to him, mouth wide open, drooling. His serious look didn't change much. Of course not, I'm sure having a sissy fag crawl up to you here was completely normal. He blew a puff of cigar smoke right at my face, "What do you want bitch?"

"Please sir, would you be so kind to follow me back to my owner, and fuck my throat as he fucks my ass?" I tried to smile and be bubbly, like a good whore, but I knew I was failing miserably at it.

"I don't know slut, are you any good at using that mouth? Open up."

I opened up while staring at him. He then spit directly into my mouth, took the cigar he was smoking, and ashed it right into my mouth along with his spit. I could feel my eyes bug out in shock. I could tell this amused him as he chuckled, waiting for me to swallow.

I wanted to spit it out immediately, but I knew that wasn't an option. I closed my mouth and swallowed. I then gagged, and had to close my eyes in order to control my gag reflex. The ash and slimy cigar spit tasted horrendous. Once I swallowed I opened my mouth back up and showed it to him.

He grinned, "I don't know. I'm still not convinced of how good that mouth is, you nasty pig."

He then lifted his foot, and took off his dress shoe. He then used my back like a foot rest and placed his newly shoeless foot on it, which I couldn't blame him for. I could tell with my hands and knees how wet, sticky, and dirty this floor was.

He then handed me his shoe, and I took it looking at him with pleading eyes. Then my worst fear was confirmed when spit on my face and said, "Use that dirty whore tongue you want to taste my cock with, to clean the bottom of my shoe." I looked directly at the sole of this wet dirty shoe in front of me as I felt his spit slide down my face.

I just stared at it. Then I felt him give a light tap on my back with his foot. I just stared at all the dirt, grime, some hairs, and god knows what fluids all caked on the sole of the shoe.

I wanted to put the nasty shoe back on his foot and go back to crawling around to find another cock, but I was in too deep. This is the man I've asked to help me get spit roasted. I could feel the tears in my eyes forming as I stuck out my tongue slowly, and hesitantly moved the sole onto my tongue.

"Oh for fuck sakes!" He grabbed the back of my head, "Stick your goddam tongue out dumb fuck faggot!"

I stuck out my tongue completely and he smashed the shoe on my face hard, as he moved the shoe down my tongue, "There you go you nasty skank."

He kept scraping my nose, chin and tongue with the sole of his shoe, over and over. Periodically he would spit on my face and tongue to 'help me' spit shine the bottom of the shoe.

I kept licking till the bottom of the shoe was spotless; and my face stinking of cigar spit. It was hard to believe how much I was forced to be degraded just to suck a cock. If I were actually gay I would absolutely have no problem getting dick, just like I had no problem getting pussy in my old life.

As soon as he was done using my tongue as a goddam doormat to clean the sole of his shoe, he put his shoe back on, and placed his foot back on the ground.

I then felt stupid and dumb, because it hadn't dawned on me that there really was no point to me licking the sole of his dirty shoe clean. It was just as dirty again now as before when he scraped my face and tongue with it. He just did it to completely humiliate and degrade me; but he clearly wasn't done yet.

He then told me to turn around, and spread my legs. I found this weird since I was offering my mouth, not my ass.

Then all my confusion was answered when he gave a hard swift kick to my nuts. I instantly fell on my side grabbing my hurting nuts.

He then stood up and kicked me even harder on my ass and spit on me, "Too bad I don't fuck around with pathetic dumb faggots. Keep crawling dumb fuck, and see if another man is willing to shove their dick in that disgusting cock sucking sissy mouth of yours." He then kicked my ass again, "I said start crawling faggot!"

I let go of my sore testicles, got back on all 4s, and began crawling away as fast as I could. I'm sure his next kick would have been much worse. When I was away from him, I had to stop and compose myself. I was on the verge of breaking down crying.

I felt so used. Which I guess was the point, it's what I am, my only purpose is to be a set of holes. Wait, that's it. I needed to enjoy this. I needed to be put in that mental pink fog again.

I tried to recall the exact moment it had happened. After a bit of thinking I thought I was sure what it was. It was simple if I was right. I think I just needed to be asked directly what I was. It was degrading, but effective, and I knew this feeling of being broken would disappear. I am sure in the mental pink fog I would've loved to have used my mouth hole to clean that fat slob's shoe.

I knew this was a dangerous path to go down on; because, even though I was feeling terrible, at least I was clear of mind. I shouldn't enjoy licking a nasty shoe, it was disgusting; however, I knew in that mental pink fog -of being a set of holes- I truly wouldn't be in my real state of mind. I was seeking a hit like a drug addict. But hey, if all I am is a set of holes, I may as well be hedonistic about it and enjoy it, right?

I looked around and luckily a few more men seemed to be alone now. I had my pick. I didn't want any of their cocks, but if I played my hand right I would wouldn't have to feel this utter humiliation for long.

I crawled towards a man at the bar. He was a brown Hispanic looking man in his mid 30s, very muscular in his tight polo shirt.

He looked at me and smirked at my open mouth, and protruding drooling tongue. I got about an inch away from his crotch and looked up with plading eyes. I dreaded having to beg and act like a cheerful dumb sissy fuck puppet, but I had to try my best, "Please sir, I beg of you, would you please come destroy my sissy fag throat as my master savagely rails my ass pussy?"

He let out a laugh as he caresses my cheek and said, "Holy fuck, you really are a dumb bitch aren't you?"

He then shoved his middle finger into my mouth and I automatically started sucking it. I even let out a moan, pretending even sucking his finger was a sexual thrill. I knew I had to act as convincingly as I could. That alone filled me with shame, but I was so close to the pink fog I could taste it, "Oh yes Sir, being a dumb,cock hungry, sissy fuck puppet comes so easily to me, because of what I am."

I started sucking his finger like me life depended on it. Now all he had to do was ask....

"Oh Really? Are you a urinal?"

Wait, that's not what he was supposed to ask. I had set him up so easily to ask me what I was, but he didn't.

A feeling of dread and disappointment came over me, but now I got my wish: I was still in my right state of mind. I tried to keep trying to get my mental pink fix, "Well, I'm many..."

He took his wet finger out my mouth and smacked me hard on my face, "It's a simple yes or no question you air-headed slut. Are. You. A. Urinal?"

I let a quiet whine, my fake slutty enthusiasm completely crushed as I meekly answered him, "Yes Sir".

He put on a huge smile, "Well then open up that gutter mouth of yours sissy fuck puppet," he said as he unzipped his pants, lowered his underwear, and brought out his brown cock. It looks like a regular flaccid 6" dick.

Me eyes were starting to water as I approached his cock to take it in my mouth; knowing I was about to swallow another man's piss. Just another degrading act for the whore faggot clown I was.

He then slapped my face, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Jesus, whore. I know you want to taste my cock very badly, but control yourself a little bit."

For a moment I forgot how sad I was, and the feeling was replaced by angry indignation. Which he noticed and let out a small laugh.

This asshole really thinks I wanted to have his cock in my mouth? or drink his piss?

Although, I understood why he did. I was presenting myself exactly the way; a scantly clad slim built fag slut, in stockings, high heels, smallest skirt possible, labeled 'sissy fuck puppet', face probably all red and dirty from just having let a man scrape my face with a shoe, and literally just told him it was easy for me to be a dumb,cock hungry, sissy; but fuck man, I was trying my goddam best, and that wasn't even good enough.

My anger though quickly faded as he kept talking, "I didn't ask if you could drink piss. That's clearly a goddamn given. I asked if you were a urinal. So keep looking up at me whore, and open that cock sucking hole of yours as wide as you can."

Just when I thought I couldn't be more degraded I opened up my mouth as wide as I could.

I felt so stupid. Having my mouth as wide as possible so a man could just piss in it. Out in public, in front of a bunch of random club goers. I couldn't help but let out a sob and a tear, which made him chuckle, "Oh, what's wrong faggot? I thought you said you loved this. Don't tell me you got any shame."

I noticed that my clear anguish, and his verbal abuse were turning him on. I notice his cock was getting harder and bigger. Then without warning, he started to piss in my mouth.

"Only stupid shameless whores allow this."

I felt like I was thrown into the deep end of a pool at how frantic my brain tried to comprehend what was happening and what to do. Theory is one thing, practice is another.

His piss was coming out like a fucking fire hose, and my mouth was filling up quick with warm frothy piss. I knew I had to swallow, but I was apprehensive. By the time I felt my mouth almost overflowing I took a gulp. Since my mouth was so full of piss it just overflowed down my chin, onto the floor. The taste of the piss was off putting, like some weird expired water. As soon as I swallowed I gagged.

"Don't pretend to have any shame faggot." He said as he just kept pissing. Of course when I closed my mouth to swallow his piss, the stream went all over my lips. I could feel some his piss splashing into my nostrils.

As I was gagging he moved his cock up and pissed on my forehead and hair. I instantly opened my mouth and his stream went right back into my mouth.

I knew better than to wait too long again, so I just took a bit gulp, and reopened my mouth. The taste may be horrible but I hated the feeling of being pissed on like some gutter whore worse.

As if reading my mind he lowered his stream and pissed on my crop top. I swallowed quickly and reopened my mouth, but he still kept pissing on my chest. I decided to move my face down, so his stream could go into my mouth.

I really don't know why. My tank top was saturated with piss already. I don't know what dignity I was trying save by letting him piss in my mouth instead of on me.

He just let out a laugh as I moved my head down to follow his stream, "Damn, you nasty faggots really enjoy piss huh?"

I was glad I didn't have to pretend, because all I could do was take another gulp and reopen my mouth once again. He then moved his stream up and once again I followed it with my mouth, making him laugh at this dumb piss swallowing sissy fag.

I just kept swallowing, wondering how much more piss could this man's bladder hold. I was starting to feel queasy at how much piss I was swallowing. At this point I had lost count of how many gulps I had taken. Luckily his stream started to slow down.

I knew I could just stop and let the dwindling, slowing piss stream just finish on the floor, but I was afraid he would tell me I wasn't a good enough urinal.

I crawled forward, following the dwindling stream up to the tip of his cock as the last couple of squirts shoot in my mouth. I knew I had to go back into shameless cock hungry whore.

I grabbed his heavy semi hard cock by the base and pushed my hand up as if trying to squeeze the last little bit of piss from his cock into my mouth. I suck on his head and licked his piss slit as I looked up at him, "Hmm, thank you so much sir. Please let me continue to serve this cock with my master. Pleeeease."

I sounded so whiny and effeminate. I felt so pathetic. I started stroking his cock. I needed this man to take me and defile me with my new exotic master. I was desperate. I don't think mentally I could take being pissed on, then just dismissed. I needed to be the pair of holes I was.

When he didn't respond right away I just kept on begging as I kissed his cock all on the sides. I needed him to see how much I loved his cock.

"Please sir, I'm begging you, please come back with me and let me have more of this cock and my owners cock together, please DP me, I need both your cocks in me."

I then saw a smile grow on his face and I got excited. I knew I was getting through to him, "Well now we're talking fag whore. That offer I'll take you up on. Now tell me who is this man you want me to double stuff you with."

I looked around and found him. He wasn't even looking at me, he was chatting with his friend, who was getting sucked on by some naked slut between his legs. They were not even acknowledging her.

Seeing that sight made me get hard in my cage. An instant reminder that although I wanted nothing more than to go over there and pound that pussy on all 4s, that is no longer my reality.

I decided to look away and pointed him out to this new stranger.

He wasted no time. He grabbed me by the ponytail and started walking. It felt so demeaned having to crawl to keep up with him. I was being walked like a dog.

He then stopped in front of him, "Is this your whore?" He added some emphasis by shaking my head with the ponytail.

"Temporarily, I just rented the whore for the night, although the faggot is really not living up to expectations. I may ask for a refund."

The man holding me by the hair let out a small laugh. "Really? Could've fooled me. This pathetic slut just let me piss on her and drank my piss down like a pro. Then begged for us to DP her."

It was then that I realized I had made a critical error. It was probably the fact that my brain was mush after all the degradation it had been through tonight, but I meant to say spit roast, not DP. While both acts meant having two cocks in me, a DP wouldn't have been my first choice, that sounded very painful. It was too late now, specially seeing how this revelation made my temporary owner's cock swell at the thought of it.

He looked at me with an evil smirk, "Is that true piss pig? You want your sissy pussy stuffed with two cocks? You seemed to have so much difficulty with just one." He then grabbed his now rock hard thick cock and smacked it on his palm, making very noticeable heavy thump sounds.

A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of having my poor asshole ripped open by two cocks at the same time, but after hearing how I wasn't being the best 2-holed whore in his eyes, I knew better than to disagree with my mispoken demand.

I bit my lip, and with the highest girliest voice I could muster I begged to have my poor gaping asshole get stretched some more, "Hmm yes daddy, your cock feels so amazing in my pussy, I'm sure two will be twice as pleasurable."

I crawled forward. The man whose piss I still had in my belly let go of my hair. I was sure to swing my hips side to side like a good slut would when crawling. When I got within arms distance of daddy, he bitch slapped my face and grabbed me by the neck and began choking me, "I told you to find yourself a cock to choke on while riding my cock, not rub cocks with another man inside your fucking whore ass."

I looked at him like a deer in headlights. I didn't know how to respond, but honesty was the best policy, with a bit of embellishment of course. I still had to be the best brainless dumb nympho whore I could channel. Even as his hand was squeezing my neck.

"I'm so sorry daddy. Please forgive me, I just misspoke. I had meant to ask to be spit roasted, but I guess I got a bit excited. I just wanted my hole to be so stretched open so badly. I didn't think you would mind ripping me a new one. Show me what a dumb faggot whore gets when he only thinks with one hole instead of two."

I didn't have time to feel shame at the moment. I was on autopilot. I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I felt like I was watching an extreme porn video of some nameless whore hungry to be abused and destroyed.

He then squeezed my throat a bit harder. I started to feel my face reddening. Luckily he let go of my throat as he pushed me back. Making me fall back on my ass.

"Alright whore. I'm still pissed, but get over here and get me hard, and I'll see if I'll wreck your pussy with your new friend here."

I started to crawl up to him once again, slowly, showing him I was intimidated by him. I just kept crawling to him like dumb prey wanting to show my predator this is what I wanted, or better yet, needed.

I lowered my head to his balls. I knew better than to try and just suck his cock after having pissed him off. I kissed his massive hairy balls, "I'm truly sorry daddy. I hope double stuffing me will be worth it."

I tried to caress his balls with my lips and tongue, giving it gentle licks. I tried to look up at him, but could only see out one eye, as his massine cock was laying on my face. I reached behind me and shoved two fingers in my asshole as I continued to moan and debase myself.

"Hmm, you and your amazing thick manly cock stretched my pussy so good earlier," I stuck a third finger in, showing him how much his huge cock has opened me up, "I need another cock in me. I want my pussy to take a beating."

I knew I was gambling getting slapped, choked, or punched, but I then took my mouth of his balls. In one quick motion I opened up my mouth, and slowly took his cock down my throat. I knew I had no leeway in stopping by choking. I coughed as his cock hit the back of my throat, but I knew I had to keep going. I pushed myself harder as I felt his cock go into my throat, there it was, his cock was going down my esophagus as I no longer was able to breathe. I kept pushing myself until my face was pushed against his hairy groin.

I looked up at him as I stayed just like that. Letting his cock lodged there as it felt my throat be his mouth pussy.

I could feel my lungs in agony as they couldn't take in oxygen, but that didn't matter, his thick cock was more important to this dumb stupid whore than oxygen. I had his cock in my down my throat and 3 fingers in my asshole.

I saw him smile as he put his hand around my ponytail and nod. I was actually grateful, because this small action meant he had forgiven me. He didn't look angry anymore, he looked mischievous as he smiled looking down on me.

"Yeah. You're a dumb brainless fuck sleeve aren't you?"

I was getting desperate, I needed air, but his question kind of calmed me down. It centered me. I was. It made me answer him honestly as I tried to nod yes; I was a set of holes. My throat was being used as a fleshlight.

I took the three fingers from my hole as I placed both hands on his thighs. However, I didn't dare push him off, at least not yet.

"Yeah! Suffer you dumb fucking faggot. You want some air whore?"

He then pulled my ponytail up till his cock was just barely out my throat. I took a big gulp of air, but there was so much saliva that most went down my throat, into my poor oxygen starved lungs, making me choke.

I bare got a couple of breaths before he rammed my wet messy face down on his matted pubes.