Mark pushed through the heavy black door and the smell of sweat, lube and cum hit him right away. The club was one big open space with low red lights and leather benches everywhere. Men stood around in groups, some naked, some in jockstraps, all watching or touching. A muscular guy on the nearest bench had his face buried between another man's spread cheeks, tongue working deep while the bottom moaned and pushed back.
Mark stripped fast, leaving his clothes on a hook by the wall. His cock was already half hard. He walked straight toward the center where a tall, tattooed man was bent over a padded table getting fucked hard from behind. The top's thick cock slammed in and out, balls slapping skin with every thrust.
Mark stopped close enough to smell it.
"Want a turn?" the top asked without slowing down.
Mark nodded. He spit on his hand, rubbed his cock, and when the top pulled out Mark took his place. The hole was hot and slick. He shoved in deep in one push and started pounding right away. The guy on the table grunted and reached back to spread himself wider. Mark gripped his hips and fucked him steady and rough, the wet sounds loud in the room.
Another man stepped up to the table and fed his cock into the bottom's mouth. Mark kept thrusting while the guy sucked and gagged. Spit ran down the bottom's chin. Mark reached around and jerked the bottom's cock in time with his strokes until the guy came hard on the floor, hole clenching tight around Mark's dick.
Mark pulled out and moved on. Near the back wall a circle of men watched two guys on the floor. One was on all fours while the other fucked him from behind and a third guy knelt in front getting his cock sucked. Mark joined the circle, stroking himself as he watched the raw fucking. When the top pulled out and shot across the bottom's back, Mark stepped forward.
He dropped to his knees behind the guy still on all fours and lined up. The hole was loose and wet from the last load. Mark slid in easy and started fucking him fast, no warm-up needed. The guy moaned around the cock in his mouth. Mark grabbed his shoulders and drove in deeper, balls hitting with every stroke.
A hand grabbed Mark's ass. He looked back to see a bearded man behind him. The guy spit on his fingers and worked two into Mark's hole without asking. Mark kept fucking forward while the fingers opened him up. When the bearded man replaced his fingers with his cock, Mark pushed back and took it. Now he was fucking and getting fucked at the same time.
The rhythm got messy and hard. The man in front came down the bottom's throat. Mark felt the bearded guy's cock swell and unload inside him. Mark pulled out, stood up, and pushed the bottom onto his back. He straddled the guy's chest and jerked off over his face, shooting thick ropes across his lips and tongue.
Mark stepped away, cum leaking down his thigh. He found a sling in the next room and climbed in. A line formed fast. The first guy shoved in without a word and fucked him deep and fast. Mark held the chains and took it. The next man was thicker and lasted longer, pounding until Mark's hole felt raw. Load after load went in. By the fifth guy Mark was loose and dripping, every thrust pushing cum out around the cock.
A tall Black man took his turn and fucked Mark slow and heavy, making the sling rock. Mark's own cock stayed hard the whole time. When the man finally came, he pulled out and another took his place right away. Mark lost count after that. He just lay there and took every cock that wanted his hole, the feeling of being used raw and open keeping him on edge.
Hours later the crowd thinned. Mark climbed out of the sling, legs shaky, cum running down both thighs. He found his clothes, dressed without cleaning up, and walked out into the night with the smell of the club still on his skin and the ache in his ass reminding him exactly how many men had used him.
