The music inside of the club was so loud that it pounded through his veins, and made his teeth rattle and his bones shake. Justin had already downed three shots of Vodka so every step he took wobbled, knees struggling to keep his body up. The only thing really holding him steady was the large hand wrapped around his upper arm, guiding him towards a dark hallway.
A group of men were following them, all large and towering, crowding the already narrow hallway. The light above the door to the alley was flickering and the smell of burning cigarettes was wafting in from the gap under the door.
When the door was pulled open the scent of garbage and bile assaulted all his sense to the point of making him want to gag. But the Vodka and the hot hands grabbing at his body made him forget.
One of the men, who had now formed a circle around Justin, blocking out some of the late fall breeze, growled out “Come on kid.” Pulling at Justin’s clothes as he did, and backing him into the man behind him, hard cock digging into his back. And the heat of the man lingering where he had touched Justin’s skin. Six sets of hands now pulling at his clothes in every direction until he was naked and tucked in tight within a wall of hot hard muscle. It cocooned him in the sense of want. Of being wanted. It made him feel safe and loved. And everything else didn’t matter.
Not the cocks pushing into his ass, little prep and spit for lube. Or the thick cock shoved violently down his throat without warning, making him gag around it and desperate for breath. Or the sticky cooling cum covering his body and his face.
As long as he was being held it didn’t matter. And luckily he passed out before they finished and left. Leaving him on the alcohol, piss, and vomit saturated concrete. Naked and alone.