Blacmail

I had been seeing him for a couple months now. He gets out of work, texts me, and within the hour he has me taking care of his needs. I met him on a hookup site and it seemed innocent enough, until after I left his place the first time and he sent me some compromising pictures.

I wouldn't say we had much of an arrangement. My wife isn't told about my "needs" and I suck and swallow his load 2-3 times a week. I mean, he does like to breed me, and that gets real dirty very quickly, but overall he has always favored humiliating me, in more ways than one.

The other day, my wife and I were out shopping at a local hardware store and 'he' caught my eye. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting to see if he would notice, his eyes locked to mine for a moment. He didn't do anything obvious, but his subtle smirk told me that he would be pushing the limit of things today.

He ducked into an aisle and I felt a wave of relief as he was no longer in her view, but the notification on my phone made my heart sink. As my wife continued to shop, I pulled out my phone and checked the message: "Meet me in the bathroom at the back in 5 minutes. Don't be late."

I ran through the options in my head and I came to the conclusion that I had to do it, there was no way around it.

Tucking my phone away, I turned to my wife and explained that I needed to use the bathroom and it was a bit of an emergency. There was an audible sigh from her before she acknowledged what I said and took the cart from me so I could make my way to greet my blackmailer for a round of humiliation.

~

I made my way to the bathroom and entered cautiously, not fully knowing what to expect out of this. Turning the corner around the privacy wall, I saw him standing in front of the sink, fiddling with his phone. He looked up to me for a second and then held up a finger, something that was absolutely infuriating. He did something quickly on his phone and then put it away and turned to face me. "Get over here, stupid boy." He wasn't yelling, but his tone was stern and his deep voice added to the power behind it.

As I stepped closer, I heard a bit of a commotion behind me, outside the bathroom. I did not let it stop me as I returned my attention to him as we were in a public place and there was quite a bit more risk to both of us here.

I stopped roughly a foot in front of him. "Show me your dedication, get on your knees.and wait for my direction like the worthless whore you are. Don't you dare look up at me." Averting my gaze, I slowly dropped to my knees on the unclean floor. All I could think of was that this could NOT be happening, but here I was, on my knees before a man intent on sexual gratification from me in a public bathroom.

I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, though the sounds of footsteps caught my interest, but I dared not look up. "Did you put the signs up and then lock the door?" I heard this man speaking out, presumably to another that had entered the room.

"Yeah, we locked it up and the signs are out front showing work is being done." The voice seemed a bit younger, but it was hard to tell his exact age. "Is this your fuck toy? He certainly is obedient, on his knees in a public bathroom and about to swallow all our loads. And to think, I almost called out today." I heard the chuckle of another in the room.

I looked up at my blackmailer. "Your cock is one thing, I didn't sign up for all of this. You are supposed to be discreet, not whipping it out in a public restroom and letting others join!"

His hand met my face faster than I could have anticipated and he struck me sending me tumbling to the floor. "Hold him down, he is starting with my cock and then you and your friend can fight over who is next." Hearing his words, I did what I could to right myself, but their hands were on me too quickly and within a few moments I was blindfolded with my shirt and pants removed.

Naked, save for my underwear, I felt the disgusting cool touch of the tiles on the floor, the sensation was a shock to my system as I was brought back to my knees and a cock was pushed between my lips. Immediately I recognized his cock, the chunky head with a sleek shaft and the trimmed, bushy-haired balls. The scent of cunt and sweat was overpowering, obviously he had fucked his girl friend recently and, as usual, wanted me to clean her "stench" off his meat.

I felt the hands on me grabbing at my head and forcing my face against his groin, his cock twitching and swelling in my mouth. The action was stimulating him, which was not a surprise, I could feel it harden and grow to length in my mouth, threatening to penetrate my throat like he always insisted.Unfortunately, I was in no position to argue and as such I accepted that I would be sucking his cock today, something I had assumed when he lured me in here.

The other hands had pulled away from my head, leaving only one squarely planted on the back of my skull which was setting a rhythmic pace for my oral penetration. In and out, in and out, his cock had grown to near full length and was beginning to slip past my tongue and forcing its way into my throat. I coughed, but it was unproductive and muffed since he never removed his meat from my mouth. "Having a little trouble stupid boy? Too bad I know that you are enjoying yourself. I bet her pussy tasted so much better than that cunt you are married to."

I couldn't say he was right, but the scent of his girlfriend was so strong it was making me hard, something that would not go unnoticed for long. My position hid the erection, but I could feel the hands pulling at my underwear. "No, only I get to fuck him, and today I have something special in mind." His hand jerked my head away from his engorged cock and angled it up towards him. "Afterall, if this takes too long, that cunt is going to know something is up and I might lose my favorite cock sucker." He hand jerked my head back down and his cock had filled my mouth as before, depriving my ability to respond.

I set back to work, licking and sucking his cock as it slid back and forth between my lips. I couldn't feel the hands of the other men on me anymore, but I could hear them gawking as I did my best. If I wasn't going to have a choice, I might as well enjoy doing it. The sooner he came, the sooner I would get to figure out what these other two idiots were here for.

It wasn't long before he started bucking, forcing himself deeper into my throat. He always violated my throat, though he had a habit of pulling out and breeding me at the last minute. I had a feeling, based on what he had said a minute earlier that he would not be doing that.

Hearing a low moan, I braced myself and forced his cock deeper into my throat so that I wouldn't have to taste him. He had other plans and yanked his cock free from my mouth only to grab it with his hand and pump his cum all over my mouth and chest. The taste hit my tongue immediately and I did all I could not to recoil from it. It was an unsettling thing to ingest already, but for some reason this man's cum was vile, which is why I never minded being bred if it meant I would never taste it.

There were a couple low cheers from the others in the room and one of them called me a "cum pig", something that rubbed me the wrong way. He released his cock and let the spent load linger on the tip, expecting me to lick it off to show me willingness to continue our arrangement. Opening my mouth, I let my tongue touch the tip of his twitching cock, licking up what was left of his load.

After a few seconds of me licking and sucking cum and saliva from his cock, he grabbed his pants and quickly buttoned them up, concealing his rapidly shrinking manhood. I raised my head, still blindfolded, hoping that he would release my sight back to me. Instead I heard his footsteps as he, presumably, left the bathroom and me to the mercy of the two other men.

I knelt there on the floor, feeling completely exposed, with cum dripping down my chest and onto the floor of the bathroom. Reminding myself that this was almost over helped a little, but my mind was going a mile a minute at this point.

The sharp tug on my hair caught me off guard and I again fell to the floor, this time on to my back. In seconds I felt him on me, his stench filling my nostrils and his cock slapping against my lips to get me to open. I obliged, opening my mouth and letting his sweaty cock past my lips. The taste wasn't bad, mostly what I would imagine masculinity could be described as, but it was not what I was expecting.

I was so busy trying to deal with the cock in my mouth that I didn't notice that my underwear was being removed. "Danny left, so now I am going to fuck him. This stupid bitch is going to be limping out of here when I am done with him." His hands tugged at my underwear, but try as I might, he ended up getting them off me when they tore and he proceeded to completely rip them off me.

I lay there on the dirty bathroom floor with a man kneeling over my face and forcing me to blow him and another that had grabbed my ankles, spread my legs and was probing my unwilling hole. I wanted to fight, but my arms were pinned and he had me by my ankles. A part of me wanted him to pound my hole, but I kept thinking about what would happen if my wife found me.

The man between my legs was pushing against my hole. I heard him spit a few times trying to wet his cock so he could slip it in, but I was worried about the comment about me limping out. I am too tight for a bigger guy to just spit and push. The thoughts swirled around in my head while I satisfied the cock in my mouth, but then suddenly I felt the pressure jump.

"This bitch is fucking tight, but I am going to make him take me." His cock head was fighting my hole, but he was determined to win. My legs were repositioned a few times and then finally he spread my thighs as wide as he could and made several painful thrusts until the head slipped into me.

It felt like he was splitting me open, it was just the head at first, but the pain was so much so that I was audibly in distress, screaming through the cock in my mouth. The man at my face ignored it and I even heard some laughter at my distress. "I barely have the tip in, this fucking loser is going to be a good ride."

I felt the pressure once more on my anus as his head squeezed through my hole uninvited. What seemed like an eternity passed before I finally felt his head pass into me. The pain, shifting immediately, was more of the feeling of fullness I had come to love. I felt my body unclench, which allowed him to more easily enter me. His audible moan was enough for me to confirm that he could feel it and he was only getting started.

The man in my mouth had not slowed down during the ordeal, much to my dismay. I continued to deal with his sweaty balls on my chin and his shaft growing into my throat. My protests had been muffled by his cock, something that was met with twitching from his member. He kept sliding himself in and out, smearing spit and sweat all over my face. I gagged a couple times, but decided it was better to not fight it and I did my best to suppress my reflex. These two men were going to have their way with me in the end.

"Ohhh yeah..." The man between my legs exclaimed, "All the way in, this bitch is better than my girl, and she never lets me fuck her ass." His excited words were matched by his motions, withdrawing his shaft until his head almost fell out and then slamming it back into me, something I felt through my entire body. I tried to moan from it, but I was only able to stimulate the cock invading my throat.

I gagged, but did my best to suppress any further issues as I had a feeling neither of these men cared for my discomfort. This was validated when I heard one of them call out, "Make him gag again, it really gets me going knowing he is struggling." The cock in my mouth pushed deep into me, penetrating my throat and getting the desired effect.

My eyes watered and much to my dismay, I gagged hard and spit up on him. His invasion of my throat continued a few more times, met with the same effect on me. He withdrew his cock from my throat and I immediately turned my head to clear my airway and not choke. Figuring I had seconds before he continued his oral assault, I spit out what I could, and sure enough I felt his member against my lips as he pushed into my mouth once more.

The sensations of their oral and anal assault was too much for me to handle and mere minutes seemed to pass by as hours. I had embraced their cocks and their enjoyment was linked to my own as I could feel my cock twitching and getting hard from the treatment.

Just as I began to really enjoy myself, I heard one of the men start to groan and buck. I felt his cock penetrate deep into my ass, expelling his warm load into me with each thrust. I constricted around his shaft, encouraging the nasty behavior and showing I had enjoyed the experience. He pulled out and I was left with the familiar void that I craved to be filled once more.

As I fixated on the feelings in my fuck hole, I heard the other man moan a bit and then pulled his cock from my lips, expelling his hot load all over my face and chest, mixing with my blackmailer's cum. The taste was equally detestable, but I was loving every second of this.

Removing himself from me, I felt another body near my face and the cock that had only moments before been breeding my ass, was thrust into my mouth. "Clean it up, bitch. I don't want your nasty juices on me all day." Licking and sucking, I enjoyed every inch of his flaccid cock.

Satisfied with me, both men stepped back and spoke to me as I lay exhausted and cum covered on the floor. "Listen, whore, break's over now and we have to reopen the bathroom in 3 minutes. If you remove your blindfold when we are in here, you are going to regret it." I felt the shame of my situation all at once and I got to my feet and felt around for the sink and paper towels, terrified that I would not be able to hide what had happened.

I heard laughter from both men as they exited the bathroom, leaving me scrambling to clean myself up in the short time I had. I tore the blindfold from my head and took stock. I noted that I had cum dripping down my face and all down my body, as expected. My clothes were scattered around the room, something I had assumed. I quickly pulled a few paper towels and wiped up what I could while I gathered up my underwear and quickly slid them on. My pants were next, but I didn't want to put on the shirt until I had cleaned all of their cum from me.

Wetting a couple paper towels, I made my way into one of the stalls and began cleaning the hard to reach places, noting that even with the physical cum removed, I still reeked of sex. I hadn't paid attention to the time as much, but I assumed I had at least another minute when I came out of the stall to clean my face better.

While running my face under the water in the sink, I heard the door lock click, which signaled that I was out of time to myself and anyone could come in at this point. I retreated to the stall again and finished drying my face as I heard the door and footsteps. The stall next to me was occupied a few seconds later and I used that moment to throw on my shirt, adjust my look and exit the stall. I threw away the towels and made my way to the exit, noticing the smeared cum that was left on the floor from the encounter.

~

It took some time to find my wife, and she had texted me during the encounter, a couple times. I realized it had been nearly 30 minutes since I went to the bathroom and no doubt she was worried. Catching her eye in an aisle, she waved to me to join her, she was talking with one of the employees about some paints.

As I approached, I could hear them talking, the voice of the employee sounded very familiar, but without seeing him it was hard to say for certain. "Hey hun, are you okay? You were gone quite a while and I didn't hear back from you."

Chuckling in response, "There was a bit of a line and you know how I get sometimes." I was hoping this would cover me well enough for her to accept so that we could just get out of here and move on with our day.

"Okay, well I hope you are feeling better." She turned her attention back to the employee that had been patiently waiting when the attention of the conversation had switched. I tuned out most of the conversation as I continued to analyze whether this had been one of the employees that had fucked me.

After a few minutes talking about different types of paint and product solutions, I was still unable to determine if this was one of the cocks that had violated me. My wife seemed satisfied with the discussion, so we parted ways and made our way to the front to checkout.

~

Getting back to the car, we loaded it up and got in. She looked at me with a serious expression, "So what did you do while you were gone?" Her tone was low and she seemed deadly serious. I repeated what I had said earlier and called out that I had eaten something spicy last night that was upsetting me.

She lowered her head, breaking eye contact with me, "Why does my bitch think lying to me is okay? I know what you were doing, I know what you have been doing. When we get home, if I strip you down and check you head to toe, I am going to find cum from another man that I know you enjoyed getting. The only question I have is, why do you think it is okay to lie to me?" Her eyes shot up to meet mine, "Your friend is also my friend and next time I might just have to watch." This was far from over.