Jonathan is remarkably insecure, although he has little reason to be. He’s quite hot and rather adorable in the way that men who were once geeks in high school are when they haven’t realized that they’ve outgrown it. His dirty blond hair is neat, parted, and his glasses add more to his sex appeal than to his adorability.
What happens to him in the bathroom of the club is not his fault. It was his low self-esteem that caused him to start dating his scumbag of a boyfriend in the first place, and it’s low self-esteem that makes him listen to Max and do what he says.
Max claims to know Jon’s “type,” although apparently according to Max, his type is whatever man walks through the bathroom door. When the first one does, Max smiles cynically and asks the man if he wants a blowjob. He seems interested, so they sit him on the sink counter and Max orders Jon to blow him.
It is Jon’s low self-esteem that makes him listen, makes him simply stand there as the stranger unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. It is low self-esteem that makes him lean forward, screaming inside, and swallow the man’s dick whole. He whimpers in pain when the stranger tugs roughly on his hair, trying to get him to swallow it deeper, though that is impossible; Jonathan’s lips are already kissing the man’s balls. Jonathan does not even protest when the man pulls out at the last moment to spray his cum all over Jonathan’s face. He hears Max laughing behind the man.
When the stranger is about to leave, Max stops him and says, “Let everyone you meet know that we’re having a Jon-a-thon in the bathroom tonight. Anyone that wants him gets him for free. Tell them that if they’re one of Max’s customers, they get to do his ass.”
The man raises an eyebrow. “Customers?” he asks.
“E,” says Max. “Want some?”
The man shakes his head. “I’ll let people know though.” He goes back out into the club.
It is less than a minute before the first man comes looking. He raises an eyebrow at Max. “Jon-a-thon?” he asks.
Max smiles. “Anthony. Tony my friend. How are you? Need a new supply?”
“I’ve still got some left,” says Anthony warily. He looks at Jonathan. “This the bitch?”
Max nods. “Ass is good if you want it. You’ll be the first tonight.”
Anthony smiles and grabs Jonathan, leaning him against the counter and pulling his pants down sharply. Jonathan gasps as the cool air suddenly hits his exposed buttocks. It is all he can do not to scream when Anthony pushes dry into his anus, his cock scraping and stretching Jon painfully. “Max,” Jonathan moans, “Max, please.”
Max leans against the counter next to Jonathan, leaning back on his elbows to look Jonathan in the face. “What?” he asks.
“Please don’t make me do this,” Jonathan whispers.
Max shakes his head. “Too late now,” he says. “Everyone’s already been told. You can’t very well disappoint.” As he says this, another man stumbles into the bathroom, looking around a little nervously. When he spots Anthony fucking Jonathan over the edge of the counter, he heads over. “That the free guy?” he asks.
Max nods. “You want it, sit up on the counter.” The man eagerly hoists himself up. Max gestures to Anthony. “Hold him up for a sec, would you?”
Anthony grabs Jonathan and pulls him roughly back against his body, a move that rams his penis deep into Jonathan’s ass. While he’s pulled back, the new man slides across the counter in front of Jonathan and pulls out his own cock. Jonathan is set back down, leaned against the counter so that his elbows are braced on either side of the man’s hips, his mouth hovering just in front of the man’s cock.
Jonathan has no choice but to lean forward and swallow it. He uses as much of his skill as he can, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible. But even as he sucks on the man, other men come in the door and start forming a line, waiting their turn for access to his body.
Anthony finally finishes. He pulls out slowly while he comes, lubing Jon’s sorely abused passage with his sperm all the way down, leaving a small trickle of cum dripping out of Jon’s anus. The next of Max’s customers in line already had his dick out, ready, and he replaces Anthony the moment the man’s dick leaves Jon’s ass.
Jon grunts; for him, it barely feels as though the men even changed. Anthony’s thrusts had been deep, and while the last one pulling out had been a good deal wetter, the second cock thrusts into him at almost the same rhythm, with hardly a pause between the two. The only difference with this second one is that it is a good deal less painful, now that it glides on the semen of the previous man.
The thrusts quickly speed up, however, slamming violently into Jonathan over and over. Jonathan whimpers as the cock rams into him so hard that he barely notices when the man in front comes down his throat and is replaced by another. Three more men come in his mouth before the wickedly violent thrusts stop and the man leaves to be replaced by another.
The third man in his anus is a spanker. He slaps Jonathan’s ass cheeks hard as he rides him, smacking the tender flesh over and over, leaving a large red welt. The men in line chuckle and whoop their approval. No one notices the tears of pain that prick Jonathan’s eyes and drip down his cum-smeared face. They are quickly covered up anyway, as the man in his mouth jerks Jon’s head up at the last minute and comes all over his face again, giving it a fresh coat of semen.
Jonathan loses track of how many men use his body that night. He notices Max soliciting men in the line, offering to sell them e in exchange for which they would get to stick themselves inside Jonathan’s ass. Many reject the offer, but many don’t. Watching Jonathan being fucked has made them hard, and they long to pound his tight channel themselves, to feel what it’s like.
Some of the men in the line are the beautiful club-goers who will follow the party wherever it goes, but many are the men who cannot easily get sex any other way, the gross, overweight, middle-aged slobs hungry for a young man’s asshole. There are the scarred ones, and the cruel ones, the sadists. All sorts of men pass through that line; Jonathan doesn’t know it, but nearly half the club is inside him in one way or another that night. His boyfriend turns a good profit off the drugs, and Jonathan swallows so much cum that he is later violently ill in one of the toilets.
He allows two more nights like this before he finally breaks up with Max, unable to take it anymore. Or rather, he protests to Max that he will not be the whore to Max’s pimp for another night, and Max breaks up with him. But it is no big loss, though it does not help Jonathan’s self-esteem.
Jonathan goes back to that club only once after his breakup with Max. After being violently gang-raped in the bathroom by fifteen men, he never returns again.