He had been raised in the safe zone. A perfect ass but nobody to appreciate it. He loved reading all the contraband porn he could get his hands on but had never experienced the absolute please of getting fucked. One day he decided to run away to the outlands. He hopped a train and ended up at this town. It was a trade post where many monsters, creatures and demons gathered, coexisting semi-peacefully with the human population. The train dropped him off in the human part of town.
He knew his butt was awesome and wanted to try showing it off for the first time. Here there was no morality police to stop him from sagging his pants. In fact he could sag them as low as he wanted. He enjoyed the stares and horny looks he earned, even from the girly-boys who almost resembled women.
He wasn’t walking ten minutes when he was stopped by a tall muscular man a few decades older than him.
“Hey, are you new in town?”
“Um, yeah I guess I just moved here.”
“You need a job?”
He offered a business card with an address and the name of a bar. He would need to support himself now, and working at a bar wasn’t the worst thing. He agreed to show up at the bar at 5pm.
He didn’t know it but the bar wasn’t looking for a waiter or a bartender or a busboy. They needed a cumdump. Most of the patrons of the bar are non-humans: minotaurs, werewolves, vulpans, spirits, demons, and monsters from far and wide. When they drank and lost their inhibitions there was only one way to prevent a rampage on the locals: having a handy cumdump on standby.
They had five holes in the wall next to the bar. Normally trough each hole was presented a nice tight booty for the patrons to enjoy. However it was very tough work, many huge cocks per night. They just had a hard time holding onto staff. Some quit, those that didn’t were eventually so fucked out their minds broke and they became thralls. At that point they were sold to a patron or released into the woods.
The bar’s owner was nervous because his last cumdump had been sucked dry by a cum vampire last night, leaving him without a single hole to offer the numerous, rowdy patrons that would show up tonight. That’s why he hit the streets to try and recruit new staff by opening time. When he saw the perfect butt of that sagger he knew he had to have him. The customers would go crazy over a tight young virgin with round ass checks. The owner could tell just by looking at him he was a virgin.
When the boy arrived at the “Hole in the Wall: Bar and Slutporium” he was handed a drink they told him was a mint julep. It was actually a lust leaf julep, and had him naked and begging to be used in a matter of minutes. He was installed in his hole with legs and arms restrained. He would be having enough hands free orgasms as it was, stroking would only make this more difficult on himself.
Early on the bar had some humans in it, some of which used the cumdump, taking his cherry. Soon though the humans left and a different crowd filled the musky room. Early on a visiting werewolf pack used him to relieve their cum filled balls. The alpha went first forcing the no-longer-a-virgin to take his big knot. Then the six betas had their turn, filling him with hot slimy jizz. Then the two human sigmas the pack owned were ordered to lick the cum out of his stretched-yet-still-remarkably-tight butt.
A drunk minotaur had complained loudly to the bartender that there was only one cumdump open today. He didn’t like to wait in line, but when it was his turn (between a slime tentacle monster and two giggling vulpans) he seemed to enjoy himself. He pounded away mercilessly on the tight rump in front of him. By now the lust leaf had worn off and the sagger was loudly begging to be let go. The pleading seemed to get the minotaur off and he was soon shooting the biggest load the boy had taken yet.
Near last call a lust demon stepped up to the hole. He had a twelve inch cock that vibrated and was as thick as a werewolf’s knot. The cumdump (that’s how he thought of himself now) merely whimpered as he was stretched out. The lust demons copious precum renewed his horniness and soon he was thrusting back at the enormous cock. The demon projected images into the boy’s mind. They felt completely real to the boy, like waking dreams. The images were pulled from his own mind, his deepest darkest fantasies, that he would never willing share with anyone. He was getting fucked naked on a busy street corner. Then he was licking his coach’s feet clean after a long sweaty run. Then the fantasy changed, he was still licking something but it took him a moment to realize it was his brother’s fat cock which promptly blasted warm man milk into his mouth.
Now the lust demon was ready to cum and wanted the cumdump to cum handsfree too. He made the final fantasy feel ten times more real and bring ten times more pleasure. The boy was getting fucked, hard, not in a bar but his old bedroom. Who was the hairy man making him feel like a total slut? The man looked up and made eye contact, and the cumdump started shaking in orgasm. From behind the wall, everybody in the bar could hear the cumdump scream: “Please fuck me Daddy!” as he shot out the last little dribble of semen he had in him. His ass clenched and milked the lust demon to completion. As the demon pulled out the projection ended and the boy got to hear a whole rowdy bar laugh at him, knowing that they heard him getting fucked by his Dad.
At closing time the boy was laid to rest on a cot in the backroom. It had cum stained sheets but he didn’t mind as his own ass was leaking even more cum onto them. In the morning the owner came down to visit.
“Ready for another night’s work?”
“What time do I start? “ He asked grinning.
