Used and Owned: A Night on the Sling in the Club
Published on 21/01/2025
It was just another Friday night in the gay club. I was already stripped down to nothing but socks and my favorite TNs, laid back on the sling, open and ready, the air thick with sweat, lube, and anticipation. Guys kept passing by, eyeing me like a piece of meat. I didn’t move. I wanted them to come take what they wanted.
After maybe fifteen minutes, he showed up.
Tall, dark-skinned, North African, built like a boss. He wore TNs too, and the way he looked at me told me everything I needed to know.
“You suckin’ dick right here?” he asked.
I didn’t even answer. Just opened my mouth wide and took him deep. He grabbed my head and started fucking my throat, slow and deep. I gagged, tears rolling down, and he kept going, his hand gripping the sling chain for leverage.
“Put my TN on your face,” I begged. He paused for a second, grinned, then pulled one off and pressed it hard against my nose and mouth.
The smell of sweat, leather, and pure alpha male had me rock hard. I sniffed it like it was oxygen.
“You want it deep?” he asked, slicking me up with spit.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Wreck me.”
And wreck me he did.
He slid inside slow, then all the way. I screamed—not from pain, but from how right it felt. Other guys noticed, a small crowd gathering in the shadows to watch. I moaned louder, showing off, loving the attention.
His TN was still on my face as he rammed me with power. At one point, I lost one of mine in the chaos. I didn’t care. I was just his to use.
“I’m gonna nut,” he said, voice thick with lust.
“Do it on my TN,” I begged.
And he did. Hot, heavy spurts of cum splashed across the sneaker, marking it as his. He slid his foot back in like nothing happened and walked off. No goodbye. No words. Just domination.
The rest of the night? A blur of bodies, lube, and more guys taking their turn. Three tops fucked me hard. At least five or six sprayed me, on my face, in my socks, all over my feet. I didn’t even bother wiping it off. I walked out with my TNs sticky and soaked in scent, grinning like a bitch who knew her place.
And I loved every damn second of it.