Or it gets worked into his rear end.

DJ’s body jiggled as he bounced his mouth up and down on the long hard cock in front of him. In the beginning the feelings of pleasure that had been radiating from his own locked up organ had seemed like a godsend. They distracted him from the fact that he was dressed up in his sister’s sluttiest outfit, bent over a stool in a sex toy store, and couldn’t keep himself from worshiping the cock in front of him.

Time had turned those feelings from a blessing to a curse. He found himself unable to cum even as he drove the cock in front of him towards it. He tried every trick he had ever seen in a porn or heard one of his friends talk about. It seemed that the man on the other side of the wall had an iron will and an even harder cock. His drool hung down off of his plump lips and made a pool on the disgustingly sticky floor as he stood there bent over a stool, his ass slamming back against the other wall partition as he made every effort possible to get the cock in front of him to spurt down his throat.

Meanwhile in another part of the store, a pair of men in their early twenties stood side by side and watched the apparent sissy focus every part of her considerable cock sucking skill on the mammoth rod in her mouth. “Holy shit man, you weren’t kidding when you said I needed to get down here. Looks like she is begging to catch it from both ends.”

The clerk who had been at the front of the store laughed. “Oh, she is gonna beg for more than that.” Reaching back behind the desk he pulled out a plank of wood and began to head towards the rooms in the back. His friend’s face showed surprise and a lack of understanding as he followed along behind. Without even knocking, the clerk stepped into the empty room. Along one side was the obvious glory hole that fed into the room DJ was in. On the wall next to the hole on either side were a pair of brackets. The brackets in the wall were used by many of the BDSM couples that frequented the establishment.

Walking into the back of the small closet-like room, the clerk opened up a hidden panel and pulled out a long black smooth dildo. His friend’s face lit up in sudden understanding as the clerk slotted the fake cock into the bracket on the center of the board. The clerk grinned as he pulled out a bottle of lube and began to cover the long black fake cock in it. “Now, that little slut won’t be able to get out and you can stay back here charging 40 bucks a head. We should have a ton of cash by the time I have to let her go for shift change!”

The pair of men grinned at each other as the plan came together. The glory hole opened up from their side and revealed the pair of juicy ass cheeks stretching the tight mini dress as they continued to bounce off the opening. Lining up, with each of them holding the side, they maneuvered the mounted cock into position for insertion. With the cock ready to be inserted, the clerk reached out and pushed against the hem of the dress, watching it spring over DJ’s hips and reveal his hairless body to them.

DJ could feel his skirt slip up over his hips as he continued to bob up and down on the massive dick in his mouth. The feelings of pleasure kept him on the edge of orgasm, his own caged cock leaking precum into the tiny thong panties. His focus and need to achieve orgasm for himself and the man in front of him was so great that he took no note of the skirt changing position, or even the feeling of a finger slipping in and pulling the strap of his thong off to the side.

It wasn’t till the head of the fake cock was slipping deep into his anal cavity that DJ knew something bad was happening. DJ’s eyes went wild as he tried to move his ass to the side to avoid the cock that was inching up inside of him. Had he been able to remove himself from the cock in front of him, or if the stool hadn’t been there, he likely would have been able to avoid it. Instead, he simply moaned into the man meat between his lips as the cock finally settled into place. All six inches of it that protruded from the wall was firmly entrenched within his rear end.

In the other room, the pair of men grinned as they slapped the locks in place that would keep the board from moving. “40 bucks, 20 minutes max, split after the end. If you hear me shout, take off and we can meet later.” The pair of men grinned and high fived as they moved out of the room and split up.

With the fake cock now entering him from the rear and the huge real cock he had been slobbering over for what seemed like forever buried deep in his throat, DJ was well and truly spitroasted. The sensation of his own reciprocated blowjob plus the feelings of the anal invader seemed to melt the boy’s mind as he simply allowed his baser instincts to take over. His legs pushed forward to avoid the cock behind him until the one in front of him bottomed out in his throat, when he finally couldn’t take that any more, he would push back far enough to catch a breath. This would seat the cock behind him fully inside, each thrust drawing moans of pleasure. With each moan, he could feel the dick in his mouth tighten up and he knew that if he could find a way to keep it up, he would finally free himself of the situation.

With a last effort to remove himself from the constant pleasure and humiliation of his situation, DJ bounced back and forth between the walls. His eyes crossed with pleasure as he just let his tongue drop from his mouth. He had truly become a living fleshlight for the man on the other side of the wall. With each rear thrust, he moaned and the vibrations of his throat drew out the cum that he so desperately needed. He had no idea how long it took, but suddenly he felt the cock in his mouth twitch.

Knowing what came next, the boy slammed his face up against the wall in an effort to preserve every drop of semen. The huge cock in front of him erupted deep within his throat and pumped spurt after spurt of cum deep inside the feminized nineteen year old. Sadly, the expected corresponding orgasm never came. Swallowing down the sticky substance, DJ groaned as the huge cock withdrew through the hole.

As the cum settled deep into his stomach, his mind came back to him. He remembered where he was again, the fog that had clouded his mind lifted and he struggled to keep the revulsion from expelling his hard fought treat. “Oh my god.” His voice was high and soft as he moaned the words out. Struggling, he leaned forward in an attempt to free himself from the cock that had been locked inside of him. The small space in the room made it impossible.

DJ was still struggling as another cock slipped through the hole in front of him and the whole process began again, and again, and again…

Hours later, DJ stumbled on his heels as he made his way down the alley behind the store. His face and fake tits were covered in semen, much of it dried in place as his mind tried to fight its way back. Leaning up against the wall, he winced as his sore ass connected against the rough bricks. Reaching down, his long nailed hands pulled his dress down to cover his ass again.

PK’s voice popped into his mind. ‘So, we can call Jason, or maybe someone else should come take you home. What do you think?’