A room full of men. Tough men and mean men, pirates maybe, or prisoners, all gathered idly in a hot room. They were bored, and after the drinking and the cards lost their sheen they had turned to more crass games. One of the younger ones was bent over a table, having lost some bet, and was being digitally penetrated roughly by a bigger man. The men all around were jeering and howling at the act, and while the bigger man seemed to enjoy the attention, and making the loser below him squeal, he did not particularly want to expose himself and fully consummate the carnal union with the man below him. His eyes scanned the faces surrounding him, but before he could come up with a suitable excuse to not fuck the man, a commotion started up from a different part of the room. The jeering was now aimed towards a sturdy young man who had until a moment ago been watching raptly as the finger entered and moved within the man on the table.
“Hes fondling himself!” Someone beside this man cried out, followed by laughter. He hadn’t been, but perhaps he had looked uncomfortable, or had is some way stuck out from the crowd. Either way, eyes were on him, and the man doing the fingering saw his out. “Hey then! Why not come over here and stick it in the real thing! If hes really raring for it!” The fingering man let out a laugh, his head tipping back. The sturdy man looked mortified for only a second, before regaining composure. He had been around enough to know that the only way out was forwards, and the men cheering for him egged him on. These men surrounding him had surely seen him in worse states, drunk, strung out, out on the street, and now they were cheering for him. He grinned and stepped forward, replacing the previous man behind the guy on the table, who was now holding still, and had stoped his soft whimpering, if only for a moment. The man behind him unzipped his pants and started working himself quickly with his hand, in order to give himself an erection. The hollering and whistling continued, and quickly he reached out and spread open the man before him, exposing his hole, which he then penetrated with his cock. He went slow, mercy for the man below him, but also a practical measure, he didn’t want blood. Suddenly through the racket, a cry rang out.
“We’ll fuck him next!” a voice said, followed by more cheers. Another voice responded from across the room,
“He’ll like it, he’s such a fag for fondling himself!” Raucous laughter. Another voice,
“He’ll cum quickly the fag! He doen’t even need to pretend theres a woman under him!” And so the rules of the game were set. The man with his pants open slowly began moving, fucking into the tight heat of the squirming man below him. He was indeed not pretending there was a woman under him, as he was determined to last as long as he possibly could in a desperate bid to not appear like a fag, and to put off the time when he would be spread open under someones fingers on the table himself. He screwed his eyes shut, and his thrusts were slow and agonizing. “Think of anything to take your mind off of it!!” He thought to himself. He imagined vomit and the feeling of getting kicked. He imagined all the dozens of eyes greedily watching him take his pleasure. He imagined rocks and sticks and walking down the street. He felt the fire in his gut build. He was way too close to orgasm, he realized. He felt panicked, if he pulled out it would be clear why and it would be just as bad for him as cumming. He slowed his thrusting to a snail's pace, but the pleasure was still seeping through. Panicked, he tried thinking of his future in a few minutes, of being fucked. Of being forced over the table by someone stronger than him and of being penetrated by fingers and then cocks. He imagined cock after cock pumping him full of other men's ejaculate, he imagined them all taking a turn, reliving their frustrations in him. His eyes suddenly snapped open but it was too late, instincts took over as he buried his cock into the man below him and experienced the best orgasm of his life, pumping his own load deep in.
As the aftershocks cleared he raised his head to see the crowd advancing in him. Fuck he thought to himself. Maybe I really am some kind of fag.