Office ATM

The next two men approach, laughing and pointing at you. You don't recognize the crotches from up close, not that it matters. You can see the flash and hear the artificial shutter of a cellphone camera as they take close up pictures of your tied up and graffiti covered body.

One of them takes the marker out of your ass and inserts his cock. You give a muffled yelp as the man in front puts his in your ring gag at the same time. They hold themselves mostly out of you for show, taking more pictures of their cocks in your holes. The back of a cellphone comes inches away from your face. You look at it just in time to be blinded by the flash. He likes that picture. He says it you look like you're really enjoying it.

They switch places and take more pictures, now adding more graffiti to you as well, the ass covered cock slides down your helpless throat while a lubricated is inserted behind. One of them clearly draws an arrow to your mouth on your cheek, but you can't tell what he's telling people to insert. You figure it's probably cock. They both thrust for a moment, and switch again.

You begin to worry about what they wrote, as they begin to call you the "ATM Machine" several times. You think that's redundant at first, but realize they aren't talking about an automatic teller machine. They switch again. They take more pictures and switch again. Your mouth tastes terrible already.

After several more times, they jerk off on to you, the worst part so far. The man in front of you shoots off on your face, while the man behind you shoots off on your back and in your taunt hair. You whine at the wasted medicine while they take more pictures of your cum covered face and body, laughing at you as they walk away. They don't mark the counter on your ass.

You realize your concerns about the new graffiti appear well founded, as an unlubricated cock slides into your well worked ass without warning, then switches quickly to your face. You make unintelligible sounds of disapproval. Another man shoves himself roughly in your ass, also dry. They have a conversation about the office wide email they received with your picture, encouraging them to "leave a deposit at the ATM". Great.

They switch again and another man begins standing in line for the next rotation. Apparently lots of people think it's funny and want to join in. More join the frequent switching, finishing seemingly at random, but always by jerking off on you and taking a picture of their "donation" on your increasingly cum covered body then adding it to the email chain.

The only proper donation you get is half a dose, jerked through your ring gag and mostly down your chin. He likes his picture and posts it picture to his social media accounts, as do many others. The room seems split on whether the phrase ATM Machine, apparently written on your cheek, is funny or grammatically stupid. The pun is explained so many times you get sick of it as much as the taste of ass it has caused.

As the men finish more and more, only about half remember to mark their contribution on your overworked ass, not that it counted to you this way. This day has really taken a bad turn for you. Or another one. You hope it doesn't get worse.

You see another woman approaching you with a hungry look in her eyes.