Giant Onsen Hotel Yu-Topia Capter 10 Underground Facility layer

Giant Onsen Hotel, Yu-topia, 3rd basement floor

All I remember was a flash of blue just before I fainted.

And now all I could feel was the swell of strong bodies.

In front of me and behind me, all I could see were strong, muscular bodies.

Naked.

They were all naked.

Wet with sweat and semen.

Muscles, backs, naked, naked, naked men.

They are walking in the same direction, panting.

A line of men.

I feel an erect meat stick just behind me.

The gurgling tip is touching.

".........He.........kay........."

Just in front of me is a back as wide as a wall and a big ass.

Even from a man's point of view, it is a muscular back.

How embarrassing it would be if a man with such a dependable, muscular, and splendid figure were to be raped.

How immoral and pleasant it would be to be raped by the same man.

"Hey......ar...kay..."

Obscene fantasies fill my head.

Oh, a man's meat stick is gorging and touching my body. My own cock is also gripping the buttocks of the man walking in front of me. The man is moaning ...... pleasantly instead of hating it.

It's not good ......, this is going to turn into homoerotic sex. ......

No,.......

Wait,.......

No, no.

I was supposed to be gay in the first place.

Why am I feeling such immorality and discomfort ......?

Something is wrong.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Wha......t?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Mmm ......""

The loud voice cleared the fog in my head.

When I came to, I saw Mr. Ohyama in front of me.

"Ugh ......!"

"Excuse me, I'm going to have to ask you to give that back."

The men in front and behind her pulled away from her, and this time she was pulled into the strong arms of Mr.Ohyama.

The men were not spared, but just kept walking with the same stunned look in their eyes.

"Mr.Oh...Yama......?"

"Huh ...... huh ...... good, looks like you can answer ...... thank goodness."

Mr. Ohyama smiled reassuringly and patted me on the head as he would do to a child.

The last thing I remember is a fake cave.

The last thing I remember was a fake cave "bath," but this place where I am now is unmistakably a real cave. It is hot and humid, and not only because of the sweat of the strong men around me.

"This is ......."

I had walked this far on my own two feet, but my memory is a little fuzzy.

"What the hell is ......"

"I'm sorry, I don't know either. For some reason, everyone seemed to be walking in droves to this ...... underground facility level, and I followed them, wondering if you were one of them, until I finally found ...... them."

I turned my eyes and saw the group I had joined earlier moving deeper and deeper, as if possessed, as if manipulated.

A dark-skinned, square-cropped man. A macho man shaved all over like a bodybuilder. A bearded man with a severe face.

They all had the same expression.

Especially those two. The two men who had been sandwiched in front and behind me earlier had exactly the same expression on their faces. From their faces to their fleshiness, they are the same. Yes, I know them. They are brothers named ...... Kawada, whom I met in a sauna,...... as I recall. They are going sledding ...... sledding ...... with identical faces.

The blue light that I saw before I fainted. I wonder if that was the cause.

--I'm not sure, but I'm not sure if something paranormal occurred at that moment.

"......So, Mr.Ohyama, you are ......that ......clearly conscious, aren't you?"

"Ah, yes......."

Thank God.

At the same time, I also had the realization that it was still .......

Once again, a hypothesis emerged in my mind.

Propagation of fantasy.

After Mr. Ohyama discovered the pleasure of sex, this hotel rapidly went crazy.

"Once you vent, the power of the fantasy usually weakens, but this is unexpected ......, in fact, it is increasing."

Mr. Leo said something like that.

He was the cause of the problem, so does that mean that only Oyama is staying normal?

But ...... that would be strange. What does it mean that everyone is going underground?

Is this part of Mr. Ohyama's delusion?　I don't think so. If this is part of Mr. Ohyama's fantasy or desire, it would be rude to say, but he would probably do something more outwardly embarrassing.

To begin with, what is the size of this cave?

How deep underground does this hotel have facilities? I understand that they are pumping up the spring water from underground, but it seems strange that they would leave such a fresh cave as it is.

Who built this hotel and for what purpose?

Who built this hotel and for what purpose?

The nameplate with such a silly name as "Yu-topia" looked rather heavy and heavy.

Everyone was walking with a posture as if they had reverted to that of a primitive man, their strong backs rounded.

I, too, was surprisingly weak.

I managed to walk with the support of Mr. Ohyama's body.

Only Mr. Oyama was walking with strong steps, going along the wet footpath with his bare feet.

He was in high spirits.

Too energetic.

Every muscle in his body is tense, sweat is pouring out, and the smell of male sex is filling the air.

The pole dangling between his legs is swinging like a huge snake.

Big.

Bigger than any cock I have ever seen.

Was it ever this big?

The juice from his urethra is as big as a large grape.

I knew this guy was special.

I might as well leave everything to him and let him do something about it.

..........

I was thinking again about something that didn't seem like my own thoughts.

Strange.

Very strange.

"...I'm sorry, my head is still kind of, like, foggy ......"

"I shouldn't do that!　You can't do that! If you don't mind, your gentle man can ...... hold you gently."

"Oh, ...... that's..."

"But it looks like it's getting darker and darker up ahead, and I'd feel a lot safer there than if you got hurt."

With that, Mr. Ohyama flexed his well-developed, rounded biceps and put both fists on his hips, chest out.

It was a brave stand like a bodybuilder's rat-spread front pose.

Whether she was intoxicated with herself, embarrassed, or both, Oyama's big cock was twitching and bobbing up and down. Every time he took a step forward, his cock shook. And it gets bigger. The heavy glans swelled more and more.

One step ......?

Advancing ......?

"Wait .........."

"Mmm, what is it?"

"Why are you still going further in?"

Then I realized.

My feet were going underground on their own. To the basement, to the basement.

"Speaking of which ......."

I certainly wanted to know the cause of this unusual situation, but I had no desire to abandon my personal safety in order to find out what was going on.

Rather, it would be more important to get out and tell the police or the superintendent about it.

"Why are we ......?"

Just as Mr. Ohyama was about to say this, the darkness opened up in front of him.

No one but authorized personnel are allowed to enter.

There was a door that was sealed with a very mechanical door.

Men were entering through it.

This is it.

Perhaps it all comes down to this.

The answer is right in front of us.

But it also means that the source of the weirdness that has driven dozens of men crazy is here.

Fear and anticipation.

Desire is heating up my whole body.

I want to see it. I want to enter. I want to mingle inside.

As if to erase my hesitation, Mr. Oyama, who was standing right next to me, hugged me on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll figure out what's going on and get you out of there."

Mr. Ohyama smiled, showing his white teeth.

With that one word, for some reason, I felt my legs move.

"Mmm......Oh......"

I was so excited that I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

The doorway was not a huge monster, nor was it a ritualistic magic circle. It was simply a spacious circular cave.

It was artificial, but it also looked natural.

Within it, the sounds of men's panting were layered on top of each other. It was the roar of men that I had heard so many times in this hotel. Intertwined, is a little different. They are not having sex. The men are touching each other and shaking their hips hungrily. They look and sound as if they are not satisfied.

"Well, can you guys hear me?"

Mr. Ohyama called out to them a little awkwardly.

The men were entangled without a second glance, and Mr. Oyama continued, his face reddening.

"I'm here, so you don't have to worry about me anymore. --What is the reason why you are all here?"

The only one in the frenzy to ask the question in a decent tone of voice, there was still no one to answer.

"Excuse me, but could you please listen to me first?"

Mr. Ohyama walked to the center of the room and clapped his hands as a teacher might do to a student to get their attention.

Pang.

Another loud popping sound was heard as the large palms collided with each other.

I could feel all eyes on me.

"Mm--"

Mr. Ohyama let out a sweet sound under their gazes.

His meat stick swelled even larger as he realized. It became erect even though he did not touch it, and juices were constantly flowing.

The men's mouths open.

"Oh ........."

It's a mixture of exclamations and gasps.

"Oh man,......, that's amazing......"

"I can't take my eyes off of that ah...... dick."

The men stepped forward. A sort of whirlpool had formed around Mr. Oyama.

"What are you doing?"

Mr.Ohyama was puzzled, but he was still twitching his dick, neither shifting his posture nor refusing to do so.

The sound of spitting. The sound of his crotch being played with. A muffled voice.

"Oh ...... wow!"

They were all talking in exclamations of admiration.

Among them, two men were the first to approach Mr. Oyama's feet.

Two faces, one expression.

They were Mr. Kawada's brothers.

It was hard to tell which one was the older brother and which one was the younger. Their faces were contorted into two faces, and their faces were close to Mr. Oyama's meat pole. They stuck their tongues out of their mouths and hung on to Mr. Oyama like beasts hungry for food.

"You have to listen to me ...... oh, that's so and so!"

Mixed in with Mr. Ohyama's puzzled voice was the sound of their tongues licking the meat pole.

"Oh, lick your dick. ...... lick this."

"Oh, no. ...... I can't stop if you keep going like this. ......

"M...... ugh, oh, no, no choice, just stay in that position and listen to me. ...... ahh."

Oddly enough, Mr. Ohyama raised his voice while still in that position.

"I'm here to help you guys,...... and I don't know why you've come here,...... but it's not healthy for men to get together like this,......, naked,....... ah......"

"Oh, man, I can't get it in my mouth, it's so ...... big!"

"Oh, it stinks, it stinks, it stinks like a man, but I can't stop talking about it ...... ah ......"

"I want more, I want more ......"

"Oh ...... man juice, I can't get enough ......."

The two men continue to shake their hips, swollen with the humiliation and pleasure of being men.

They don't stop, embarrassed by what they are doing. They are tasting Mr. Oyama's meat stick, which has turned into a huge dick, with their tongues, lips, and faces as if they were tasting a habitual cheese.

"Oh no, you must not taste my ...... cock with such a mouth full of my ...... cock, such a muscular man, devouring pleasure with a man, it's not a good look! ......"

Mr. Ohyama glanced at me as he said this.

Mr. Ohyama must have immediately sensed the heat in his gaze, for he moaned, "Oh ......" and made his cock grow even bigger.

"Oh, but I can't stop,...... even though I know it."

"I know I can't stop," he said, "but I just can't give in to this big cock."

The two men continue to serve Mr. Ohyama with their tongues entwined as if they were lovers in love.

What a sight!

They definitely did not have that kind of relationship.

They are seeking for a cock as if they are possessed by something. No, she is not looking for his dick, she is looking for Mr. Oyama.

"I'm so mad, I didn't mean to ...... ah, ah, hah ...... ♥"

Mr. Ohyama was not pretending to be in trouble, so to speak, but really had a bewildered erection. Although we have known each other for a short time, I understand his proclivities and confusion because they are clear. His nature is to be aroused by embarrassment and humiliation, but he is not a man who is dominant with his same-sex partners.

And yet, the men were gathering around Mr. Ohyama as if it was their destiny to do so, and then they were falling flat.

They are bending their bodies into small bends, weakening their eyebrows, and deflating their well-trained muscles.

"Oh ...... I can't stand it, oh my God, I can't ...... stand it."

The one of the two with only a mustache shouted first.

He could be seen wiggling and twitching with his eyes wide open.

"What's wrong, are you all right!"

Even as he said this, Mr. Ohyama kept his meat hooks stiff in that position.

"I'm already wanting to give it all ...... me, ah...... me, ah...... all of it, all of it ♥ ...... ah, that's enough, all of it, ah, this cock, This male, this ...... ah ah ah ♥"

He ejaculated on his own as he said this.

The semen was flooding out of his cock at the waist, as if he had even lost the power to restrain it.

"Oh ...... ah ah ah ♥ out, out, all out, all sucked ...... ♥"

Ejaculation without any stimulation, just sucking a huge cock. What could be more humiliating? But the mustachioed Mr. Kawada is melting with happiness.

"You, what a face you've got on your face ...... oh ...... oh ♥"

"What in the world, mmm?"

As soon as Kawada-san ejaculated, Oyama-san also changed.

Became more muscular and strong and sweaty, the meat pole dangling between his legs swelled up a size.

"This is ......"

"Fugooooooooooo♥"

The one who couldn't resist was Mr. Kawada, who had a mustache all over his face, who had his mouth on it.

"Oh, my God, this is so big,Mmmm♥♥ "

The moment he directly tasted the enormity of it, he roared as if he could not endure it for a moment and ejaculated.

He was so excited that he couldn't hold it in for a moment and ejaculated.
"Ohhhhhh, I'm going to give it to you!"

He cried out, spewing semen as if squeezing it out of his entire body.

Mixed in with the heroic gasps of the two brothers was the moaning voice of Mr. Ohyama.

"Nuh-uh, ah, oh, what the heck is this?"

The rod grows thick and stiff.

I could smell the scent of his pre-cum. Is it possible? Mr.Ohyama's pre-cum and body odor were much thicker than the semen I had just ejaculated.

Perhaps the smell filled the air, and the men who were surrounding Ohyama in a whirlpool began to ejaculate and moan one after the other.

They were "ah," "amazing," "I can't take any more," "haaaa," "big, big, big," "let me cum too!"

One after another, Ohyama's cock grew bigger and bigger at the same time.

"Oh......♥"

The first thing that comes to my mind is the fact that I am not sure what to do about it, but I am sure that I can do something about it.

"Don't......Don't......"

And then--

"Don't look at me, this, this is my ...... Ooooooh ♥"

He was still aroused by being seen, and he ejaculated.

"Oh, my God, how could my penis be so vulgar and big!?"

It was a sight like nothing I had ever seen before.

I saw a huge cock spewing out a huge amount of male juice that seemed to exceed the size of the cock.

It was the semen of 100 men, or even 200 ...... or more.

It was as if everything was gathering on Mr. Ohyama. The gasps gather.

It gathers. It is sucked.

......I may have misunderstood something until now.

Mr. Ohyama's delusion is infecting all of us. ...... Isn't this wrong in the first place?

What if it is the other way around ......?

What if they are not given, but taken away.

What if they are being deprived of all their natural proclivities, their sexual orientation, and their masculinity?

I think I'm beginning to understand how this facility, this hotel, this spa works.

But there is no way to know for sure.

On the contrary, I had a feeling that I would not even make it out of here .......

"Aaaaah, nuuuuiiiiiiiii♥♥♥"

Mr. Ohyama's semen fills the cave without stopping.

I feel my strength drain away.

Yes, I know.

I can feel something being sucked out of me.

I can't stop.

Everything is gathered around Mr. Ohyama, who has "become" the center of this ritual.

My consciousness turns white again.

Blue, white, and forever ..........

To be continued