STEAM ROOM DISASTER. PART 4

This could only mean more trouble.

What were these fuckers planning for me?

The new arrival said, “I’m Trevor and the guy you have been eating is Randy.”

I had nothing. I was stark naked, firmly planted on my knees in front of two naked boys. My cock was embarrassingly hard. My arms hung limp, my skull pounded and my body poured sweat. My brain was totally fucked on too much booze and the chemical Randy was feeding me. I had just deep-throated my first cock, and I was swimming in some sick world of degradation. I could only think of my own rock hard cock and the waves of pleasure running over me.

It was tough to even keep my eyes open. I just wanted to fold into myself and go with the pleasure flow.

I felt a pressure on my cock. Trevor had his foot pressing me there. I could see his pale, thin foot on my cock. Trevor then lifted his foot and ran it over my nipple. I moaned. My nipples were my new g-spot. Trevor played me like a violin, coaxing moan after moan out of my mouth. Randy took me by the hair and held my head steady. Trevor lifted his foot to my face.

What the hell was he doing to me now?

He actually pushed his toes over my lips.

“Suck him girl,” Randy urged.

My mind bent in on itself. The degradation was the key. The more they humiliated me, the more my cock liked it.