THE ANNEX

THE ANNEX😺-23

Sex pigs refrained politely from being marked by hickies or love bites. Paris wasn't informed of this. Parker, the young nephew of a resident, who showed up for a morning fuck, while fucking the new pig bestowed an enormous love bite to his shoulder. Paris, thinking it  was hot and normal did the same to Parker. Shit hit the fan big time.
Rhys stood in the washroom doorway dripping wet after being told to "get the fuck in here right fucking now!!"" He stood hands on hips looking at Paris.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?...."
"I didn't know, nobody told me....."
"Told you to not damage the client? I thought you'd have a brain in one those two motherfucking heads. ...."
"It felt so good, and look what he gave me....."
Paris pointed to the angry looking love bite.
"Felt good? FELT GOOD? " OF COURSE IT FUCKING FELT GOOD. WE'RE SEX PIGS!!!!"
"I'm sorry I'll......"
"You'll what ? Go apologize or explain it to his wife and THREE KIDS?"
"I didn't..."
"Shut the fuck up. You screwed up !! Fuck! Did you screw up. If this gets to Alex your chances of being sent to the new hotel just evaporated"
The love bitten boy was crying now, shaking his head
"The fucking nephew  is in make-up in the studio, hopefully they'll find something to disguise you're HICKIE!! Anyway, you can't work in the residence, you'll be with Wiley in the dungeon. It's a little more intense over there. Fuck up again and you're sent back for Alex to be dealt with."

Roman's attitude was wrong. He'd been celebrated yesterday in the dungeon. The residence sounded tame in comparison. Rhys sent him to the twins to be spit roasted or whatever. The new boy hadn't had to be a urinal yet, the twins will definitely initiate him into that. Roman  loved it when he had to crawl under the table and blow the card players, the group at the table had grown. More guys to play with his ass as he goes around the table collecting a healthy load of morning cum. He'd visit room 123 next,  Vernon , they told him he'll want to taste it.
The third guy this morning kept pushing Roman's head down to his pubes, his
Cock was just long enough to reach Roman's throat and make him gag. The men loved hearing Roman gag. It sounded like he had a mouth full of cum. The gurgling gags were now a subject for betting. The card players laughed as the boys gagging went from one cock to another. All the cocks had been shoved into his throat one after the other.
Roman knew the card players were having fun, which made his job that much more enjoyable. There were cocks  he'd stretch onto  just to make himself gag. The shouts of "gag on it boy", "keep gagging you whore"could be heard far into the residence. When all were satisfied, with as much cum in his mouth as he could keep he was off to the room  where the  next client would be waiting for him.
The residents had gotten used to having two boys to fuck on the pool table, they  tag teamed the boys while edging themselves. This made the gang bang last longer, and being pigs, that was fine.
Rhys was receiving a brutal pounding, thankfully  the man finally shot his load. This resident usually would climb on the table to deliver his load to Rhys's mouth but this morning both boys's mouths were also being tag teamed. Rhys felt the man orgasm and shoot, he waved a hand at thee man  in acknowledgment, for which his hard-on was tugged for a moment.
Roman  was fresh from the card table crew so his throat was sore already. The tag team deep throating didn't help the healing. After a while Roman  gave in and took it like they wanted to give it. The rest of the day he would  offer his ass first instead of giving a choice. Rhys joked that all the cum shot down there should keep it well lubed. It even hurt to drink water, he cringed when he realized the resident in 154 was said to like a urinal. Some days are like that, he decided. He was happy with the sloshy feeling at his asshole, though. Felt piggish.
Rhys was so used to the weird proclivities of his residents that he arranged the order to best accommodate them. Urinals next to last, fist fuckers after that, the fisting jars a stream of piss out of him. The fisters think they're destroying the insides, makes them feel nasty. After all, they all pretty much are.
One of his favorite stops is to a couple in their seventies. Both having heart conditions they've been warned not to use Viagra. The doctors insisted even when the  two supposedly cried while at the doctor's office.
Today the boys asked Rhys to suck them even though an erection wasn't possible. Rhys made the old guys feel like they were young and virile,  got them both off.