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After an hour and a half on his knees swallowing the hot piss of the bar’s patrons, the newly christened urinal fag took advantage of a break in the line, to empty his own bladder of all the second hand beer he has guzzled this evening.

As he stands there, trying to figure out the series of events that led him to this place and turned him into a substitute toilet, he realizes that he is too drunk to think clearly. After all, he has swallowed the equivalent of 20 to 30 warm, recycled beers. He also realizes that he does not have time to ponder his new place in life, as several men walk into the bathroom and unzip. He needs to get into position on his knees so these men can relieve themselves into him.

Its been two weeks since he was first penetrated by another mans cock. Two weeks since he was cunted by his teammates. He has been fucked by several men every day since. Now it has become a need. If, for some reason, he has not been fucked in the morning, by midday his hole starts to feel empty, his pussy will start to twitch and clench. It needs cock. He has been fully transformed into a fuck toy. The only time he feels complete is when a real man is ramming a fat cock into him. He hates what he has become. He hates that he knows what his teammate’s cocks feel like and taste like. He hates that he craves them fucking him. He hates that he feels so empty inside that he finds himself finger banging his own hole, and that it does not come close to satisfying the need he feels to be filled. He hates that he likes the feeling of being used for another man’s pleasure.

He can’t control his desires and needs. His hole has accepted what it is, his body now understands its purpose. It will, however, take a few additional weeks before his mind fully comes to grips with what he is now……a cum hungry fuck hole to be used by real men to dump a load.