Kerry zipped up the suitcase.  She stood up, smoothing her skirt, and glanced over at Rob.  He sat hunched over the laptop, the screen reflecting in his glasses as his fingers danced across the keys.

"Any responses yet?" Kerry asked, leaning over his shoulder.

"Just the usual suspects. A couple of regulars who can't wait for you to leave, and maybe three or four new ones. It is still early, though."

"You seem eager," she whispered.

"I just want to make sure the schedule is full," Rob replied. "I don't want any gaps. I want to be occupied every single minute you're gone."

Kerry stepped back, crossing her arms. She looked at her husband, seeing his anticipation. She loved this game, the secret permission she granted him to descend into the role of a total cumslut.

"Well, don't get too carried away," she said. "Try not to do anything I wouldn't do."

Rob finally looked at her, his eyes wide and pleading. "You know I will."

"I know," she replied, smiling. "That's why I like it."

A heavy knock sounded at the front door. Rob jumped slightly. He looked at the clock, then back at Kerry.

"That's the first one. He's early," Rob whispered.

Kerry grabbed her handbag and headed toward the hallway. She opened the door to find two men standing there. One was tall and broad-shouldered with a shaved head; the other was leaner, with a leather jacket. They didn't look at her; their eyes were already searching for the man inside.

"You must be the guests," Kerry said, stepping aside to let them in.

"We're here for Rob," the broad one grunted, his voice deep and gravelly.

Kerry pointed toward the bedroom, her expression neutral but her eyes sparkling.

"He's waiting for you guys. He's all yours. Enjoy him."

The men didn't need to be told twice. They marched straight into the bedroom. Kerry closed the door behind them, listening to the immediate sound of Rob's excited gasp. She walked out of the house, the sound of a belt buckle clinking and a loud, commanding voice telling Rob to get on his knees following her into the driveway.

Inside the room, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The broad man, whose name was Marcus, didn't waste time. He gripped Rob by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his throat.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you, you little slut?" Marcus growled.

"Yes," Rob whimpered, his voice trembling. "Please, I need it. Please use me."

Marcus chuckled and reached into his trousers, pulling out a thick, vein-ridged cock that sprang free with a heavy thud against his stomach. He didn't use lubrication; he wanted Rob to feel the friction. He shoved the head of his member against Rob's lips, forcing them open.

"Suck it. Every inch. I want to feel your throat tight around me," Marcus commanded.

Rob obeyed instantly, his mouth stretching wide to accommodate the girth. He let out a muffled moan as the cock slid deep, hitting the back of his throat. He made wet, slurping sounds, his tongue swirling around the glans, sucking with a desperation that made Marcus groan.

The leaner man, Leo, watched from the edge of the bed, already unzipping his jeans. He watched the way Rob's cheeks hollowed as he sucked, the way his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

"My turn for the back," Leo said, his voice a sharp contrast to Marcus's rumble.

Leo pushed Rob forward, forcing him onto his hands and knees. Rob's back  was already arched with this ass in the air, his hole twitching in anticipation. Leo spat into his palm and smeared the saliva over Rob's pucker.

"You look so ready to be filled," Leo whispered, positioning himself.

With one sudden, powerful thrust, Leo buried his cock deep inside Rob. Rob let out a loud scream of pleasure, his fingers clawing at the bedsheets. The sound of the impact was a meaty slap, skin hitting skin.

"Oh god, yes!" Rob cried out, his voice cracking. "Fill me! Please, stretch me out!"

"You're so tight," Leo groaned, beginning to pump. "I can feel your walls gripping me. You're just a little hole for us, aren't you?"

"Yes! Just a hole!" Rob gasped, his body shaking with every thrust.

The room filled with the rhythmic sounds of sex. The sound of Leo's cock sliding in and out of Rob's wet ass blended with the wet, slapping noise of Marcus's cock hitting Rob's face. Marcus had stopped letting him suck and was now thrusting into Rob's mouth, the head of his member hitting Rob's tonsils with every push.

"Take it all, slut," Marcus grunted, his pace accelerating.

Rob was caught between them, his body a bridge of pleasure. He felt the pressure in his gut, the feeling of being completely occupied. As the tension peaked, Marcus pulled out of his mouth and gripped Rob's chin.

"Open wide," Marcus commanded.

With a loud, guttural moan, Marcus erupted. A thick, rope of cum shot across Rob's cheek, followed by another that landed squarely in his open mouth. Rob swallowed greedily, his throat working to take in the hot liquid. More cum splattered across his nose and forehead.

At the same moment, Leo slammed himself deep into Rob's rectum. He held himself there, his body shuddering as he pumped load after load of cum directly into Rob's bowels. Rob felt the heat spreading inside him, filling him up.

"I'm full," Rob whispered, his voice airy. "I'm so full of you."

Leo pulled out with a wet pop, leaving a trail of cream leaking from Rob's stretched opening. Rob lay there for a moment, panting. But the break was short.

"Get the phone," Leo said, stepping back. "Take the picture."

Rob shakily reached for his phone on the nightstand. He snapped a photo of himself—face smeared with cum, ass leaking—with the two men standing over him.

"That's for Kerry," Rob whispered, a delirious smile on his face.

The next forty-eight hours became a blur of skin, sweat, and semen. The schedule Rob had meticulously planned was followed to the letter. Men came and went in a steady stream. Some were gentle, some were brutal, but all of them treated him as the object he craved to be.

By the second day, the room smelled strongly of sex. Rob barely had time to breathe between encounters.

A man named Greg arrived around noon on Saturday. He was a gym rat with thighs like tree trunks and a cock that looked almost too large for Rob to handle.

"I heard you like to be stretched," Greg said, his voice a low rumble.

"I do," Rob gasped. "I want to feel how big you are."

Greg didn't use any lube; he simply pushed in. Rob let out a cry as the massive head forced its way past his sphincter. He felt the muscle stretch to its absolute limit.

"You're taking it well," Greg said, "but I'm not done with you."

Greg gripped Rob's hips, and began to hammer into him. The sound was visceral—a wet, heavy thumping that echoed through the room.

"Please!" Rob sobbed. "Give it to me! Fill me up!"

"Shut up and take it," Greg commanded.

He drove himself in one last time, bottoming out against Rob's cervix. He let out a loud roar as he came, the sheer volume of his orgasm making Rob's stomach ripple. Rob felt the hot liquid flooding his internals, pushing against the remnants of the previous ten men who had already used him.

When Greg pulled out, a mixture of juices spilled out of Rob. As Rob collapsed he managed to raise the phone one more time, capturing the image of Greg's spent cock and his own ruined state.

As the final man of the weekend left, Rob didn't move. He couldn't. He lay sprawled across the bed.  He was coated in a layer of dried and fresh cum. It was in his hair, crusted on his cheeks, smeared across his chest, and pooling in the small of his back. His ass felt wide open, a throbbing, sensitive void that continued to leak white fluid onto the sheets.

He was filled with the seed of thirty different men.

The sound of the front door opening snapped him back to reality. He heard the click of heels on the hardwood floor, the familiar rhythm of Kerry's walk. The bedroom door opened. Kerry stepped inside and stopped. She didn't say anything for a long moment. She just looked at the scene.

She looked at Rob, who lay there blinking up at her, his face a mask of dried semen.

"My god, Rob," she said, "You look absolutely disgusting."

Rob let out a weak, shaky laugh. "I... I did it. I did everything.  I did everyone."

Kerry walked closer, her heels clicking. She reached down and touched the sticky skin of his thigh. She looked at the way his hole was still slightly agape, a slow drip of cum escaping.

"Did you take the pictures?" she asked.

"Yes," he whispered. "They're all... they're all on the phone."

Kerry picked up the device and scrolled through the gallery. She saw the faces of the men, the angles of their cocks entering him, and the final, messy aftermath of each encounter. A look of genuine pride crossed her face.

"Thirty," she noted, counting the photos. "You actually managed thirty."

She climbed onto the bed, mindful of the mess, and leaned over him. She kissed his forehead, her lips touching a smudge of dried cum.

"You were such a good little slut for me," she whispered into his ear.

Rob groaned, closing his eyes as he felt the weight of the weekend finally settle over him. He was sore, he was leaking, and he was completely spent, but as Kerry began to stroke his cheek, he knew he would do it all again the moment she left next time.