You see a couple of familiar faces.

Well, it would be more appropriate to say that you see a couple of familiar facial features. The bathroom door swings wide open as Beard and Mustache enter. You remember these two as the first Hell Hogs to show up to fuck Nicole.

"Goddamn, we were missing a real party in here, weren't we?!" Mustache shouts. You hear Nicole noisily slurp and then call out to her acquaintances.

"Hey guys, I got my friends to join in the fun! That whore getting DP'd over there is Sarah, Miranda is the one in the middle of the circle jerk, Matt is the one with Gorgeous over there and the asshole with the blown out, cummy cunt is Tom." Beard and Mustache smile as they observe their surroundings and then look at you, laying dazed on the floor after your encounter with the curved cocked gangster.

"Who's this?" Beard asks Nicole, shoving a thumb up your used hole and licking his lips when cum gushes out of it. You bite your lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh, that's John. I think he wants to be my boyfriend or something." You hear Beard, Mustache and Boss roar with laughter.

"This bitch? You sure? He's not gonna satisfy you after what we put you through, sugar." Mustache laughs. Nicole shrugs and goes right back to sucking Boss's dick. You glare at Mustache. Fuck you, asshole, you think. Mustache gives you an unimpressed eyebrow. "Which one do you want? Not really any room with the others right now."

Beard looks between you and Tom, who is still **** on one of Twins' cocks.

"He free?" Beard calls over to the Twin. The Twin grunts, thrusts deep and pats Tom's jaw. You hear a slick squelch as the Twin's cock slides out of Tom's throat and coats his face in all manner of fluid.

"He is now. Swallow that all, bitch. I'll be back for round two later." And the Twin stands up and heads outside for a smoke. Beard smiles and drags Tom over to you, the cum in his ass leaking all over the floor.

"Fuck this bitch is sloppy. What the fuck happened to him?" Mustache asks. Beard looks at the Twin remaining in the bathroom and nods.

"Twins, obviously. They'll find a way to get anything done." Beard slides Tom right next to you and you look into his face--you realize he's pretty out of it, but then again you did see what just happened to him: those Twins could fuck anyone silly.

"I want the pretty one." Beard points at you and bears his teeth in a devilish grin. "Would love to blow him out like his friend here."

"Of course you'd leave me the one that's all used up. Save some for me, huh?" Mustache whips out his 7 inch cock and strokes it till it's hard. Then he kneels down and positions his cock at Tom's gaping hole.

"No guarantees. I wanna show this boy how a Hog makes love. Maybe he'll learn a thing a two for Sugar over there. If that means really popping his cherry, so be it." You grimace--you had no way of stopping this pot-bellied pig from having any and all of his ways with you. He whips out his beer-can cock and your eyes widen at the sight of it--it was even more intimidating in person. "What's your name, sweetie?" Beard asks you.

"John." You reply.

"Wrong!" You groan as Beard's thick cock stretches you wide. "It's Bitch!" He guffaws.

"Hey, which of these two do you think is the bigger bitch?" Mustache asks as he long-dicks a moaning Tom.

"Mine for sure. Look at how he's trying so hard not to enjoy my cock up his ass--you know you love this, don't you Bitch?" Beard lifts you up into the pile driver position and begins pounding you. His pot-belly slaps against your balls and knocks them around. Every time his belly lifts you get a real good view of your hole spasming around his thick prick.

"Catch." Mustache throws a familiar looking marker to Beard, who grins. You look over at Tom and see that he's got something written on his forehead: BITCH #2. You look at Beard and thrash futilely as he begins writing on your forehead.

"Oh that feels real good Bitch #1! You're learning!" Beard laughs at your weak struggle. He yanks his cock out of your ass and you can feel the open air rush into the gape he's left behind. He shoves a few of his fat fingers into your hole to keep you in position and then walks around to your face and squats down over your head. "Now you gotta learn to eat! So eat up, boy!" He sits on your face and jiggles his ass cheeks as he fingers you. You hold out as long as you can until you begin feeling the room go dim and finally open your mouth.

"Tongue it boy and I'll give you a real good fucking!" Your tongue slides over Beard's hole and the taste makes you gag and retch. Beard guffaws and returns the favor, eating you out. His beard scratches against your ass and he places his lips around your hole and then blows a huge breath right down your chute. Your eyes go wide at the odd sensation of having your guts literally blown up. When Beard removes his mouth, your ass lets out a loud, wet, sloppy and cummy trumpet. You hear Tom bust out laughing even as he takes dick six ways to Sunday and you feel like you could die of embarrassment right now. You continue to eat out Beard and he pushes his hole out to give you more access.

"My turn." Mustache pulls out of Tom with a slurp and pushes him aside. "This one's too loose. Never gonna get off fucking that mess." Tom whines as Mustache writes 'Cum Bucket' around Tom's gaping hole and props him up against a toilet. You watch in interest as a few guys around Miranda move over to Tom and start blasting loads into his hole.

"I'm not finished yet!" Beard argues and stands up. "We'll share! Take his mouth and I'll take his hole again."

"Goddamn you." Mustache complains as Beard once again shoves that beer-can cock right up your guts. Mustache grabs a broom, works it through your chains and lifts you off the ground, suspending you in a hog-tie. He roughly fills your throat with his cum-covered cock and you feel both men work through your holes like a saw. Beard begins grunting and groaning and rapidly drives into you. You moan and groan into Mustache's pubes as you feel Beard's thick dick blast a massive wad into you. Beard drives his thumbs into your ass and pulls your cheeks wide as he yanks himself out.

"Whoo!" Beard shakes his head as he slaps your ass. "All yours." Mustache drops you to the ground.

"Fuck you, man! Look at his hole!" You don't even have to look to know what Mustache is talking about: you definitely feel the air rushing into your asshole from the vacancy left by Beard.

"Heheh, yep. Gave my bitch the Good Old Gape." He winks at you. "Call for Daddy if you want me to fill you up again, sweetcheeks. I'll do it anytime." Mustache scowls as Beard walks off.

"The fuck am I gonna do with two used up cunts?" Mustache asks himself.

"Fist 'em." You hear Toro's intimidating voice.

"That doesn't get my dick wet."

"It does if you stick your dick into their cunts with your fists."

Mustache looks at you and then over at Tom. He drags you over to the toilet, closes the stall and props you right next to your rival, balls up his fists and rams them down both of your asses. Both you and Tom let out pitiful protests and Mustache grins. He sits on the toilet between you, working his fists through your holes until he turns to Tom and shoves his dick in alongside his fist.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Mustache shouts. He stands up, turns to you and rams his dick down your chute, too. Your eyes bulge at the sensation of having the man's fat fist and cock simultaneously rearranging your intestines. Mustache lets out a strangled cry and he blows his load right into you, right alongside Beard's. "Fuck you're a good bitch." He grins as you whine. He slips his cock out first, then his fist and wipes it off on your face. "Cum Buckets are free!" He yells as he exits the stall.

The Twins are standing just outside, looking at you and Tom maliciously and behind them still even more horny fuckers getting frustrated at the long wait time with the girls. You look over at Tom and see his eyes go wide as he also comes to the realization that your night still isn't over.