Adam entered the glory holes at about three am and was bound there for the next day and a half, taking dick after dick, and load after load of cum. He made his entrance to quite a nice crowd of men curious about the slut’s billing as the iron slut. Indian Sex From Adam’s perspective, he was focused and determined and by the time he felt the first dick in his hole, the drugs he’d been given earlier had kicked in and his own dick ached with want and need, and he felt an overwhelming need for more and more dick to poke him. There were about forty for dinner and they all did Adam at least twice before the late night guests arrived. The man on top of him was grunting now, saying “Oh, fuck,” over and over as he rutted into Adam’s hole. How could master replace him, how? That meant that any pain inflicted had to be done without any visible marks. “Did you like being so well fucked, slut?”
“Yes, master.”
Adam’s life went on like that for a few years. He’d been born to like fucking and that combined with the drugs that Alan provided made for a content fuck slave.
