Jeff finds himself in a large jar of condoms set on the counter in a gay bathouse.
The first few condoms to go near him were grabbed by a couple of odd looking characters.
When the man that grabbed him and squeezed him tight he found himself going into a room where the guy
undressed and stood there with a towel wrapped around himself.
He walked through the bathhouse and eventually found himself a boy tied down to a padded bench, ass in the
air.
Without much prep he tore through the wrapper and pulled Jeff onto his huge meat. Jeff felt that he was going
to burst. This was when Jeff realized that this guy hadn't bathed in months. It turned out that this man was a
biker that rode from town to town selling drugs, running guns, doing whatever he needed to do for money and he
had a desire to fuck men.
He was as sexy as a man could be but his hygiene habits were terrible.
Jeff felt in the darkness of the boy's asshole his face filling up with the load of cum coming from this
stinky biker.
He pulled out without as much as a thank you and went wandering around the bathhouse again. Finding all sorts
of men to use Jeff on. This guy was sick he just kept using him over and over. When he was finished for the
night there were eight loads filling Jeff's face as he took the condom off in the last room and tossed Jeff to
the floor.
Jeff watched as the boy in this room got fucked over and over all night long going into the next day and it
wasn't until Sunday before there was a lull and someone came in to clean up the room. The Janitor, a chubby,
unshaven man of about 30 grabbed all the used condoms and put them in a ziploc bag and sealed them and put
them in his pocket. Jeff was now locked in with several other used condoms. The stink was horrendous.
When the janitor hosed down the walls letting it drain into the drain hole in the middle of the floor he went
to the next room and did the same thing there.
When he finished and went home for the day Jeff found out what this guy did with the used condoms. He would
try on the different condoms and stroke himself inside of them. When they got too used he would toss them into
what looked like a large pickle jar and eventually Jeff was in there with the rest of the condoms. Jeff wasn't
sure it was good or not but somehow he was tossed so that he was at the edge and he could see out the side of
the jar. He watched this depraved janitor do the same things over and over. When he filled one jar he would
put the lid on and go on to the next one.