A huge group of guys.

You walk in and see the guy sitting there all alone holding what looks like a beer bong and the floor has been covered with a square plastic tarp. “So have you ever heard of gokkun? Well the way we see it is you shot me a price thinking you could rip me off and we all got together and decided to stick it to you. So we aren’t even going to fuck you. What is going to happen is you are going to drink the cum of every man in here.” With that the screens blocking off the other three sides of the little room he was sitting in open and you see what must be nearly every man that was in the club plus possibly more. He gives you a moment to soak it all in before continuing. “Drop to your knees bitch you have an hour to suck 123 cocks, that is quite a few so you better get sucking.”

Part of you wants to run, another almost seems to be challenged by the prospect. As soon as you take one step in the room you are surrounded and grabbed by many hands and stripped naked and pushed to your knees in seconds and realize it is far to late to run now. Two 10,000 yen bills are dropped on the pile of your clothes as the first 6” cock is pushed into your mouth. They keep your mouth stuffed with cocks for the next hour. Some spray into you but there are so many that some let you suck them for a bit, others you only taste then jack off till they blow their load into the bong. As you gulp down load after load you feel your stomach swelling and it is getting harder and harder to swallow it down. But every drop that flows down your face is caught by the plastic tarp or deposited into the bong. Finally as the last one blows and your face is sore and you are coated with cum you are picked up and dropped onto the couch. Four guys pick up the tarp and fold it so the cum drains down and is caught in the bong which is now full to the top. You hear one of them mutter something about a gallon as the guy that brought you up here grabs your head.

“Open wide bitch you aren’t quite done yet.” You burp a glob of cum and nearly vomit holding your hand on your bloated stomach.

“No more I can’t.” You try weekly to protest as they stuff the end of the bong into your mouth. Then to your horror one of them holds your face still in his vice like grip. A second grabs your nose and holds it so you can’t breathe. Finally you look up and see them open the release valve. Your eyes open wide as the sticky salty liquid flows down your throat. Your mind screams for you to stop but your body aches to breathe and the muscles of your throat seem to be tired from all the throat fucking you just endured and as the liquid stops flowing you vomit the mass up but they hold your face closed and you nearly burst and begin to ****. Finally you fight and gulp it down and they let you go and you collapse, eyes watering and coughing. “You could have killed me you bastards.” You protest meekly and you can’t believe the volume of cum within you. Exhausted, still half drunk, and swollen you nod off and fade into darkness.