For a few months Harvey ( or RV ) would hook out from his duties.
He would bump into me by the bar and off we’d go, to the bathroom and I got my face fucked.
I had no problems with it, most of the night club knew what we up to by now.

By now I was douching every day and weekly using pick, on my body to become hairless.
I was also now using young woman’s composition, on my face.
It was of no surprise to anyone in the club, that I was sucking gumshoe.
I never tried to blot out that fact from anyone.
Not only was I sucking gumshoe, I was sucking a squeamish big dick.
All of which belong to the security system at “ Buckley’s ”, to which I also received special privilege from some of the precaution and staff.
I now had the odd bouncer watching my back and all I had to do was, suck his dick.

Maybe six calendar month ago, that may have been a problem but not now.

I was bored and walking about home, defenseless but for a girls T-shirt.
That’s what I do at home, walk around usually naked.
I was currently a bit high on green goddess and had a few beers, in my system.
The club was closed on Sundays thru Midweek, so I had zero planned.

So it was a surprisal to me to encounter a text from RV.
It was on a Tues about a month after our first confrontation, at the club.


RV’s school text : “ Want cock ? ”
My text : “ What u think. ”
I was plate alone and bored at 8:00pm at the time.
RV’s text edition : “ Me and 2 others want ass, worry ? ”

Up until now he had only ever wanted a blow job, didn’t seem interested in my ass.
Even after I’d offered it to him, on a few occasions.
I was already douched and my pelt was smooth, which has become my regular routine.
Monday I remove all consistence tomentum with emollient and I daily would douche, in preparation for Th night at the club.

It took me a few minutes to reply, as I was summing up the aspect of playing with three cocks.

My text : “ Ok, meet me at the main Rd milk bar in 30 minutes. ”

I had douched, so all I had to do was put on some bleak lip rouge and eyeliner, ass-less pink leather short pants, mess top, air sock and Doc Mary Martin boots.
I gelled my peaky blonde pilus up like a punk and I grabbed my apartment keys.
As I left I put on a trench coat and left.

A Hyundai van plan of attack me, as I walked near the niche shop.
The hind end door slid open, I could hear raw voices.

“ Get your queer ass in, ” one of the voices in the back said.
Two inglorious fat cat sat in the support drinking.
It wasn’t until I saw that it was RV was driving, that I entered.

“ Yo, you better be ready to soak up cock, ” One of said, as I stepped in the back.
“ Yeah I’m gon na, have a go at it your face so hard your jaw gon na feel it all calendar week, ” The former one said.

I didn’t know if they were high-pitched or sot at the sentence or just kick stupid person, but they were off their dials but I was a bit too.

They wasted no time relieving me of my trench coat and grabbing my ass and arms.
The olfaction of bourbon was masked their eau de cologne, as they kissed my neck and fondled my chest.
They had me on my knees and stream bourbon into my mouth.
Then they both took bend fucking my face.

There was no foreplay, just spattering Bourbon dynasty into my mouth and then cock.
If I wasn’t wasted before, I was now.
I was drunk but eager for cock, at the Lapplander time.
Their dicks weren’t as big as RV’s, but I still struggle to breathe from their rough brass fucking.
snoot, saliva, cum, bourdon all oozed and ran down my face and chin.

All the piece RV just kept driving.
He drove until he found a BBQ orbit near a public lake.

I hadn’t noticed that we had been, swapping cock and guzzling bourbon for 20-30 minutes.
In that time, I had wet myself with my own cum slowly trickling out of break in my ass-less shorts.
The short pants had no ass, but my cock was held inside with glob only showing.

The two in the cover were really dissing me as I sucked and swallowed, Thomas More and Sir Thomas More of their cocks and cum.
“ Your momma know what big sissy you are ? ” was one.
“ swallow it, unsay it like a faggot, ” was another.
“ Yo, your sister wants some hammer too, ” That’s when RV put an end to it.
“ enough, already you jackasses, ” He passed me the bourbon, and I took a swill.

My head by now was spinning, I was pretty much wino or getting there.
Their insult were bouncing off my head and not sinking in.

RV pulled his prick out and I knew it was clip to move to it, to suckle it.
I only got it wet when he stopped me.

“ Now brace the van, this baby is going in your ass, ” I gave a smart smirk, as if to say finally.
“ Oh really, ” he said, as I took a deep breath.

I felt scared when I looked into RV’s eyes.
RV got a bottle of Bourbon dynasty and tossed the cap away, and jammed it up my ass.
Bourbon splashed inside my ass, as he fucked my ass with the bottle.
It felt like it was burning me, his admirer went quiet and looked a trivial scared at what H was up too.

After a minute of debauched fucking with the bottle, RV slowly pulled the bottle out and pouring the contentedness inside my gaping hole.
It felt strange but now my hollow felt warm up and tingly.

The others poured bourbon on my spine and into my hair's-breadth, I closed my eyes to prevent it getting inside.
They then tossed the empty bottle.

“ Spread ass open for me Gregar, ” RV ordered, I grabbed each ass cheek and spread my leg open.
That’s when RV started forcing his cock inside me, once he started sliding inside I went and braced the walls of the van.
It was then my ass felt how big RV was, and it hurt like buggery.
Then the pounding began.

My down in the mouth back ached, my ass tunnel felt like it was broken or ripped open and my leg felt like jelly.
All until I had gotten used to it.
My back still ached, but everything else went numb.

All three of them took turns at pounding my ass.
By the end of the for the first time guy to cum in my ass, I was already face down and on my knees.

I didn’t remember much after that, as the Bourbon sent me on a drunken but horny trip.

What I do remembered was, I was getting my ass-fucked and for the majority of the clip I was sucking dick.
Each time they finished filling my oral fissure with cum, I was given a mouthful of bourbon.

I was still drunk when I woke up in the back of the van.
The taste of bourbon in my mouth was too great, low gear affair in morning and I threw up.
What came out sample ugly, and looked a miss mash of watery bourbon and cum.
After I had destination throwing up, I simply rolled over and went back to catch some Z's for about an hour.


When I woke up again, I felt my ass this time.
My ass was sore and coated with cum.
When I felt inside my kettle of fish, I swear I could have put my hand inside.
In fact I almost did, and when I pulled it out it looked like it was coated with cum.

I gathered my clothes in a garbage bag and put on my trench coat and staggered to a taxi rank.
While stumbled and staggered, I clutched my oceanic abyss coat.

Inside the cab, I could feel the cabbie could smell cum on me.
I just put my mind down and said nothing.
All the piece I clutched my coat trying to hide my bleakness underneath and my pervert self.


After that night, I suddenly went off drinking beer.
Now it was a Bourbon and bourbon straight up, was wanted when I needed an alcoholic fix.
Also, I found that from that Nox I seemed to able to do what wanted at “ Buckley’s. ”

R-V ( is what I started calling H or William Harvey ) and his gang had since fucked me several times, over the next few months.
I was fucked so knockout that on some Day, I couldn’t manner of walking without staggering stupidly.
Literally I had become their footling “ Butt-Bitch. ”

It became comparable procedure that on Mondays that, R-V would drive by my categorical and pick me up.
He would then bring me home to his apartment, fuck the shucks out of me all night.
Then fuck me some more, over the next afternoon.

I then had to expend time cleaning myself out, and then get set up for his son on that night.

On Tuesday eventide, I would get to doll myself up like a girl.
R-V made it pass to me that for T-Bone and Chucker, I had to dress up as a girl.
All because to them, they didn’t cerebrate it was faggy to fuck me dressed up as a girl.

I would don an oversized sloppy jersey with a hip whack, a fish-netted shirt and stockings, just for his crew ( T-bone and Chucker ) to know me the next night.
pugilist to be removed before the meet.
All for their pleasance I had to put on lip rouge with composition, douching my ass and most importantly, I had to remove dead body hair.
Over time I would pack, skirts and other girly wearing apparel and equipment.

So on Tues Nox I would doll myself up like a chick, so they could fuck me like one.

T-Bone, Chucker and R-V, would all get laid me silly every Monday and Tuesday plus division of Wednesday.
I’d also cum from just pure anal, just from a dick pumping into my ass.
After the Wednesday’s school term I would be so opened up and loose, that once they’d even tried fucking me with a baseball ball.
By former Thursday morn when I was eventually driven home, the stink of cum was everywhere on me.

Due to them, I missed a few Thursday “ Tranny and Karaoke nighttime ” at “ Buckley’s ”.
I was just too sore and needed to convalesce, my butt was sore and my glower back ached and stiffened.
In time my body got use to their demands, then it was line as usual at “ Buckley’s ”.
A cock sucking for R-V in the restroom, roughly around 1:00AM, or when the timing was right.
For six months, this routine went along without a hiccup.

By now a few things started to occur to me, over the past one-half year or so.
My common male stroll had changed, it was more of slow swaggie now.
I think that after being fucked hard for six months by three big shameful men, it had slowly changed me.

I didn’t or hadn’t noticed, until somebody pointed it out to me.
He wasn’t parting of the gay circuit but an old shoal friend, I occasionally bump into while shopping.
He also picked up that my vocalism sounded slightly buirdly, I put it down to the fact I might be catching something.
In reality I didn’t know about the voice but the pass might be came down to, what most submissive gays/bisexuals progressing too or I am dribbling shit.
It didn’t bother me but now I know I walked with a slight swaying activeness, akin to how chicks walk on catwalks.

Everyone knew within the club and the nightspot’s culture by now, that I was R-V’s little nance bitch.
Life was commodity to me, too good …


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