Hotel Room Anon

Hotel Room Anon

Tonight's scene was one I'd seen a hundred times. Not to say that I was bored with it. Quite the opposite, actually. This scene never got old and never failed to be hot.

A hotel room anonymous come dump.

The room was staged as a hotel room. Queen-size bed, bedside table and lamp, and not much else but for a naked, blindfolded man positioned on the edge of the bed, with his ass raised and ready for whoever walked through the door.

His name tonight was Caleb. It was the only detail I had on him—not unusual. And chances were, Caleb wasn't his real name.

But tonight Caleb was expecting eight visitors. Eight anonymous men would take turns walking through the door, fucking him however they wanted, then simply walking out. Well, men seven and eight would walk through together for a tag-team effort.

No role-playing, no games, no dialogue. Just fucking, coming deep in Caleb's ass, and walking out.

Each man to walk through the door would be wearing a yellow wristband. That way I knew they were legitimate participants. They were given a wristband when they arrived and signed in, and if anyone walked through that door without one, I hit the alarm and security would burst through that door in a second.

Not that we expected that kind of trouble in this club. But rules were rules, and I liked rules.

Anon come dumps were a common thing on most porn sites. Most were a Craigslist or Grindr special; most were sketchy and dangerous. This was a controlled environment where each participant's testing status was on record. Caleb, the man who was paying to have eight men come in his ass, was in safe hands.

A lot of safe hands.

Caleb knelt on the edge of the bed, his forehead on the mattress, arms beside his legs, his ass high and waiting.

The first man came through the door, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt, sneakers. "Damn, look at that ass," One said, rubbing his hand over the man's ass cheek, inspecting the hole. "Fresh virgin ass too. Gonna fuck that first load in real deep."

One gave himself a squeeze and undid his jeans but left himself tucked away for now. He poured lube down Caleb's ass crack. And that was the only courtesy he afforded him, because then he pulled out his dick, lined it up, and pushed his way in.

Caleb gripped the bedcovers and groaned. He instinctively leaned forward, away from the intrusion, but One grabbed his hips and pulled him back, hard, forcing his cock all the way in.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere. You wanted this cock, you fucking take it."

Caleb moaned, his back arching, but he took it.

And god, did he take it hard. No mistaking it, the first man was there to fuck. He drilled into him, gripping his hips, unforgiving, and he came with a roar.

One shook and shuddered, and Caleb groaned as he took it deep. One pulled out, his cock wet and heavy, and he simply tucked himself back in, did his jeans up and walked out.

Just like that.

Caleb hadn't even had time to straighten up before man two walked in. Two was a tall thin man, wearing black sweatpants and a gray T-shirt. He simply walked over, ran his hand up and over Caleb's ass, then pulled his sweatpants down at the front, took out his cock, and with the barest of lube, he grabbed Caleb's hips and drove his cock inside him.

Caleb grunted and gripped the bedcovers, and Two hammered a quick load into him.

He never made a sound.

Then he tucked himself back in and walked out.

I'd witnessed countless come dumps and the quiet ones always kinda weirded me out. I don't know why. They weren't here for conversation, there was no pretense, no requirements, but still. Could've grunted a thanks or slapped his ass or something.

Caleb sat up on his knees, stretching his back, then positioned himself at the very edge of the bed, his toes hanging off, and he knelt back down, his forehead on the mattress, his ass in the air.

His hole was pink, a little open, a little wet.

Hot as fuck.

Then in walked man three. Three wore leather pants, a white T-shirt, and motorbike boots. He was easily fifty years old, and I might have thought he'd walked into the wrong room but for the yellow wristband he wore.

"Well, look what we have here," he said, walking over to Caleb. "Look at this pussy just here for the taking." He ran his hand over Caleb's ass, spreading his hole open, giving it a bit of a shake.

Caleb moaned.

"You shouldn't leave your pussy out like this, boy. Someone might just come along and plug it up."

Caleb stretched his back, raising his ass higher, and Three chuckled. "Oh, now you're just asking for it. You teasing me? You want a good plugging, boy?"

"Yes," Caleb replied, his tone pleading. "Please give it to me."

Three unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his huge uncut cock. Wow. I almost wished for Caleb to take his blindfold off so he could see how hot this guy was.

He smeared a little lube, then tapped his cock against Caleb's hole. Then he pushed in a little but not enough, and he kept doing that until Caleb whined. "Please, please, sir."

So Three gave it to him.

He sunk in slowly, right up to his balls, and Caleb groaned louder with every inch. And when I thought he couldn't get in any deeper, he drove Caleb up the bed, climbing on after him and pushing on Caleb's back, flattening him to the mattress as he impaled him.

Caleb cried out, his toes curling and his hands trying to find purchase in the bedding.

Three held him down and slammed into him over and over. "How's your pussy feel now, boy?"

Caleb's voice was high and tight. "So . . . good . . ."

"You want me to plug you right up?"

"Yes, please . . . yes, god, yes."

I couldn't see much from this angle. Just riding boots and leather pants and Caleb's legs spread wide underneath him.

Three jackhammered into him. "Fuck, yes, boy," he bit out and he stilled with a cry as he came. "Fuck, oh fuck."

Caleb moaned like a grateful whore as Three pumped a load into him.

Then Three pulled out and backed off the bed. He tapped Caleb's leg before he did his pants back up. "I'll put a load in you anytime you want one, boy," he said. Then he walked out.

Caleb groaned as he got back into his position at the end of the bed. "I know someone's watching this," he said.

I was listening. I cocked my head, about to press the intercom button.

"Make a note in my file. Number three can fuck me anytime he wants."

I laughed and hit the intercom. "Noted."

Caleb was still smiling when number four walked in.

He wore a business suit, jacket, tie, and all. His black shoes were shined and expensive looking. He exuded confidence and wealth, and when he took his jacket off, he revealed a fine ass in those tailored pants and a fitted business shirt that highlighted his biceps.

He threw his suit jacket on the bed beside Caleb, and then he pulled off his tie. He undid a few buttons on his shirt and I got the feeling that the undress was part of the delivery.

"It's a fine ass," Four said. "And well used by the looks of it. Just how I like it."

He unbuckled his belt, then his suit pants, and freed his cock.

But then he knelt on the bed and took a fistful of Caleb's hair. "Suck my dick," he demanded. "Wet my cock before I fuck you with it."

With the blindfold still on, all Caleb could do was open his mouth and wait. As soon as that cock touched his lip, he latched on, sucking greedily.

"Oh, yeah," Four said. "You like the taste of my cock?"

Caleb hummed, sucking and slobbering all over him.

Four enjoyed that for a few passes before he hissed and pulled out. Then he backed off the bed, his cock wet and red, the mushroom head swollen.

He stood at Caleb's ass. "You don't need lube," he said. "Your hole's wet enough."

He pressed his fat cockhead against Caleb's hole and drove it into him.

Caleb moaned and Four pushed his head into the mattress as he sank in up to his balls. "Oh, shit," Four moaned. "Oh shit. That feels so good. You like my cock in your ass?"

"Fuck, yes," Caleb bit out.

He was relentless, fucking him hard and deep, gripping his waist. His tempo increased, harder and faster, until he rammed in one last time, shooting his load in deep. He let his head fall back as he was racked with shudders, convulsions.

"Fuck yes, that feels so good," he said, panting now, his head relaxed forward. He pulled out and slapped Caleb's ass. "Damn near the best ass I've ever had."

And he walked out, and not three seconds later, Five walked in.

He was a big man, tall and solid. He looked like he might have come straight off a golf course, with his sand-colored pants and a blue polo shirt. Hell, I think he even wore golf shoes. Maybe he did fit in a quick nine holes before coming here to fill hole number ten.

"Oh, fuck yes," he said, undoing his belt. "Been waiting all day for this. And look at you with your ass up waiting for me. You need this as bad as I do?"

"Yes," Caleb murmured.

"All those men get you ready for me?" he asked, inspecting Caleb's hole. He stroked his big dick. "Fuck yes, you're ready and waiting for my cock, huh?"

"Please," Caleb begged. He put his forehead to the mattress and stretched his back, raising his ass. "Please, sir."

Five gave a feral grin as he held the base of his cock and sank into Caleb's waiting hole. All the way, in one push, to the hilt.

Caleb bellowed at the intrusion, gripping the bedding. "Yes, yes, please."

Five fucked him long and slow, drawing out every thrust, every inch of pleasure. "Such a tight ass," he said, voice straining. "Wanna fuck you hard, bury a load deep."

"Do it," Caleb said. "Please."

Five knelt up on the bed and drove Caleb into the mattress so he could hammer into him. Rough, hard, deep, and Caleb took it all. Loved every second of it. "Yes, like that. Yes, sir."

Five came with a strangled cry, his cock buried to the hilt. He took a moment to catch his breath and pull out. "Damn, I could put another load in you."

"Do it," Caleb said. "Give it all to me."

There was nothing in the brief that said this was not allowed.

So Five clambered off the bed, pulled Caleb's leg so his ass was over the edge of the mattress, and sank back inside him. Balls deep and unforgiving. He gripped his shoulders, thrust in, over and over, until he stilled and groaned as he came again.

I could see his ass flex and his balls twitch as he emptied another load into him.

He groaned as he pulled out, his cock softening now. He inspected his handiwork, Caleb's gaping ass, as he did up his pants. "Fuck, that's beautiful. You ever need another service, you let me know. I'll put a load in you anytime."

Five walked out and Caleb gingerly crawled back onto the bed, into the ready position.

I hit the intercom. "You okay?"

"Oh god, yes," he replied. "Take his number down for a repeat, please."

I chuckled as I made a note in the file. So Caleb liked the big dicks. I didn't blame him.

Six walked in wearing dark jeans and a black T-shirt. I'd seen him at the club several times and I knew what to expect when he pulled his dick out. I'd seen it before.

I didn't know if Caleb did though. But boy, he was about to find out.

Six had a Prince Albert piercing. Not just a small bar, either. This was a huge stainless-steel ring. One of those twelve-millimeter types, right through the head of his cock.

He tapped his cockhead against Caleb's hole before feeding his dick into Caleb's ready ass.

"Oh god," Caleb groaned.

Yep. Now he knew.

Six hissed as he sank all the way in. "You like the bull ring?"

"Fuck yes," Caleb said, his voice tight.

He began a slow fuck in deep, then a long pull out, and an unhurried glide back in.

He fucked him so good.

He came with a low growl. Never hurried, never rough, just... powerful.

And when he was done and walked out, Caleb was left panting, his hole dripping from the men who'd been in the room.

Seven and Eight walked in together. This was a tag team, and maybe I'd have worried for Caleb, except I caught his smile as he straightened up.

"Look what we have here," Seven said, running his hand over Caleb's ass.

"A whore," Eight said. "In need of a good fucking, desperate for more. I think he needs a good spit-roasting."

"Fuck yes," Seven said, walking on his knees across the bed. He undid his jeans, pulled his cock out, then gripped Caleb's hair and shoved his dick in his mouth while Eight rammed his cock into his ass.

Caleb cried out and gagged, moaning as he took it at both ends.

They worked him hard. He took Seven's cock into his throat while Eight hammered into his ass. Two big cocks, relentless.

Moans filled the room, gagging and choking, skin slapping skin.

"Oh shit," Seven hissed. "Such a good slut. Gonna make me come sucking me like that."

"Want to try this?" Eight asked. He drove his hips up and rotated them, circling. "Fuck, it feels good."

Seven pulled out and gave Caleb's cheek a gentle tap. "Need to try that ass."

Eight pulled out, his cock rock hard. "It's good too. How's that mouth?"

"Hot." Seven clambered off the bed and they swapped places. He wasted no time, just rammed his cock into him, letting his head fall back, and he groaned. "Fuck. So wet."

Eight took Caleb's hair. "Open up," he said. "And clean my cock. You wanna taste your cummy hole?"

He sucked eagerly and both men worked either end of him, synchronized; it was almost poetic.

They weren't hurried. They didn't just dump and run. They took their time, pausing only briefly every so often to let their heads dropped back and moaned with the pleasure of it.

Then Seven reached underneath Caleb and took his cock in his hand. "Wanna feel you come with my cock buried deep," he said, stroking him.

Caleb moaned around Eight's dick, and soon he was breathing hard and gagging. Eight pulled out, his engorged cock wet and thick. He gripped Caleb's hair, yanking his head up. "You like that? You wanna come with your ass full of his cock?"

Caleb's voice was a whine. "Yes, please, sir."

Eight crashed his mouth onto Caleb's, forcing his tongue inside, still fisting his hair while Seven jerked him off, his cock buried to the hilt.

Caleb came with a cry, shooting come onto the bed, and Seven began to fuck him hard. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, slut?"

Caleb cried out. That line between oversensitive pleasure and pain was one I knew well, but Seven was unrelenting until he rammed into him one final time, gripping his hips hard and coming deep inside him with a roar.

When he pulled out, Caleb all but collapsed on the bed, panting and overused. Eight laughed as he got off the bed, pulling Caleb back to the edge of the bed. "You're not finished yet, slut," he said, then sank his cock back into him. "Oh, fuck yes, that feels good. You're so full of come."

Caleb moaned as Eight fucked the final load inside him. He rammed into him, gripping him tight and holding him down as his cock emptied inside him. He finished, panting heavily, and pulled out with a hiss.

"You wanna be a whore again, you keep me on your list," Eight said.

"And me," Seven added. "That was the hottest fuck I've had in a long time."

They left Caleb on the bed and walked out of the room. And he just lay there. I was about to press the intercom and ask if he was okay when he pulled himself up and looked at the mirror where he knew I was watching. His hair was a mess, his eyes were heavy-lidded, his lips swollen. And he smiled.

"Before you ask," he said quietly. "I'm so fucking good right now."

I chuckled, because yes, I could see that he was.

I leaned forward and pressed the intercom button. "Want me to add Seven and Eight to the repeat list?"

He smirked. "Yes, please."