As you enter the men's restroom...

[gagged_Louise]

Looking up with my throat soaked and face smeared with cum, a "wet burning" odour in my nostrils, I notice again that the redhead Domme is gone. I had all but forgotten it as this guy was grossly working my face, but now we're completely left to ourselves, at the mercy of any man who might enter. I've never felt this vulnerable in my life, as far as I can remember. My heart is pounding as I see him closing his fly and looking at me with a gaze of satisfied near contempt. The girl beside me is moaning and crying a slittle, her mouth filled with urine. I don't even know her name, and she doesn't know my 'real' name . my male name. It strikes me that we're both nobodies, or things, now, chained down here to be used. What's worse, the thought has something insanely erotic to it.

When another man enters, I hoild my breath. Will he too...? he looks at us, taking us in. He unodes his zip, and I look up with half-closed eyes, keeping my head still, breathing in short, nervous gusts. he looks us over, smiles - and then after a long look turns off into one of the stalls. I can see him squeezing out what must be a long piece of cable, groaning aloud.

To my surprise he then just gets up, he doesn't wipe his ass at all. I feel like clling out to him, but refrain from it.

He comes over o us and - turns around, pulling his trousers down. The smell is faintly like dirty clay and rotten eggs, it is nauseating. Baffled and afraid, I tug at my handcuffs, eyeing his swelling, fat lower back region and the hideously stinking butt. It's placed in front of us, between our shoulders. I just shake my head, gasping.

He looks back at us, grinning. There is only minimal "sauce" around the rim of his rectum, it looks like the sausage came out mostly clear, without smearing the skin below his anus. But further in? And the smell is disgusting.

Almost at once, I realize what it is he wants, but - but...it's just unthinkable! Or was unthinkable. I peer over at the girl besdie me: she makes almost no movements so far, and I can't see her face clearly. I don't want this man to realize just how shocked I am , and I don't want him to know there's a man under this resculpted skin. That means saying a word is out: I do know how to push my voice upwards a lbit to sound convincingly feminine, but to do that I have to feel in control a bit, and right now control is far away.

I close my eyes to slits and shake my head, chin pointing upwards. The smell is not diminishing, and I find myself moaning softly. The smell in fact is so irritating it makes me sob with nausea and fear, and I try to make the involuntary sobs and moans land as high up as I can. The thought of being exposed by this guy is freezing up a spot in my mind, it's as if it would make me fall a thousand feet.

I open my eyes again, and through the tears I can see him looking down on both of us. Breathing in, I suddenly giggle with fear. Amazed and bashing myself inside, I make my voice fluttery and springy, and offer:

"Trying to show us what a nice butt you have, dude?"

He replies with a gaze that's at first cold and surprised, then twisted. Noticing my coy smile, his arm suddenly shoots out - though he's still standing with his back to us, looking over his shoulder - and his hand grabs my short, page cut hair, dragging my head forward a little, and making my ears hurt.

"Nice enough for you, slut?"

I grunt with fear and unease as he holds my hair, shaking my head like a ball. The cum juices of that last man are rolling in my belly and drenching my face. Clamping my mouth shut not wishing to speak any more, I allow him to do it to me, hoping that it won't turn out even worse. My head is spiinning with the thought: "please, take her! please, make it her!" and somewhere I realize that whomever he picks, my mouth will be used this way in time. Or some way very like it. We are nobodies, in this place we already exist only as pretty, useful slave holes.