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I'm in Manchester on 5 may Monday to Friday, wsnnae be pumped with dirty loads. Any lads help me out?

Chapter V (Part 1) It was a balmy summer evening in the bustling city, and the sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Ben stepped off the elevator onto the gleaming marble floor of the penthouse. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he took in the opulence that surrounded him. The place was a far cry from the cramped dorm room he'd been sharing with Tyler all year. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a breathtaking view of the skyline, the lights twinkling like a sea of diamonds. "Thanks for letting me crash here, man," Ben said, slapping Tyler on the back as he stepped into the living room. Tyler, his cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of apprehension, gave him a shy smile. "This place is insane” Ben continued.” And I need to pee. Point me to the bathroom?" "It's cool, right?" Tyler responded, his voice slightly shaky. "It's all Dad's. He's pretty chill, I think he will surprise you. Dad and Mitch will be home any minute and around that corner first door on the left is the nearest toilet.” Once inside the bathroom Ben quickly locked the door, a bit lost in his own thoughts and trying to temper his anxiety stared at himself in the mirror and considered what this moment meant for his future. Last year when their college released their housing assignments Ben could not believe his good luck when he saw who his roommate would be. Tyler’s father, Daniel, was one of the most accomplished people to ever work in American advertising. About ten years ago he was recruited from the large advertising agency he ran to help a floundering senate candidate overhaul his communication strategy and Daniel had been widely credited for turning around that entire campaign. With Daniel’s guidance the guy running for senate won, of course, and later became an astoundingly popular two-term President after running two hugely successful presidential campaigns that Daniel also just so happened to have managed. Now Daniel is paid thousands of dollars an hour to manage public relations for a handful of high-profile politicians and celebrities. Ben, a communications major himself, had learned about Tyler’s dad a few years ago after reading about him in one of those “40 under 40” stories about the 40 people under the age of 40 that basically everyone else aspires to be and Ben had followed Daniel’s career ever since. Tyler’s dad’s firm had an internship program that Ben would qualify for next summer. It was well understood within the industry that having that internship on your resume was priceless. Among the former interns were the communications director for a major TV network, a sports agent who had recently signed the largest NBA deal in history, and, of course, the White House press secretary. Ben’s dad was a former high school football star. His mom got pregnant with Ben during her senior year of high school and Ben’s dad, now a two-bit used car salesman, held an unreasonable grudge against Ben for somehow being the reason that his dad missed his shot at playing in the NFL. It was a tired cliché but none-the-less it was the reason Ben did not have much of a relationship with his own father. Tyler seemed to not understand what a big deal his dad was, and although Ben truly did adore him, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of how close Tyler and his dad seemed to be. Tyler’s dad had the power to give Ben everything he had ever wanted; status, connections, money – it was what Ben dreamed about and finally the universe had put him in a position to maybe make it happen. Ben’s phone began to buzz with a text from Tyler: “Yo big guy, dad and Mitch are on their way up now. Meet us out on the terrace whenever you get done in there”. He ran the bathroom faucet and clapped some of the cold water on his face. This was it. Nerves be damned, it was go time. Making his way out on the terrace Ben identified each of the three guys. Daniel, the epitome of masculine elegance and success, a man that exudes confidence. He was dressed in tailored shorts and a polo shirt that clung to his athletic frame, showcasing his toned arms and broad chest and Ben quickly noticed the watch on Daniel’s wrists that easily cost more than Ben’s childhood home. Tyler, a spitting image of his father, had inherited his sharp wit and charisma, along with his penchant for lean, toned physiques. And then there was Mitch, the wild card, a tall man with rugged features whose past was etched in the lines of his taut, muscular body. After everyone had introduced himself to one another, the guys sat down to a chill BBQ dinner, the conversation flowed easily, and Ben felt a strange sense of belonging. And although he was comfortable here and everyone seemed very genuine and inviting, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something beneath the surface, something that Tyler wasn't telling him about this group dynamic. As the night grew darker, the atmosphere grew thick with the promise of something illicit. Ben, unaccustomed to such opulence, couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled into his bones. It was as if the penthouse itself held its breath, waiting for the secret to reveal itself. But the night was young, and the promise of a summer in the city was too enticing to let those feelings get the better of him. The meal was simple but delicious and the view of the city was like something from a movie. They talked and laughed, the stress of the past year and of meeting Tyler’s dad was melting away with each bite of steak and swig of cold beer. When the plates were cleared and the bottles emptied, the four men called it a night, retreating to their respective bedrooms. Ben, his mind racing with the excitement of the evening and the uncharted territory of the summer ahead, found sleep elusive. After a long video chat with his girlfriend back home, he slipped out of the plush guestroom bed, his cock already semi-hard from the little strip-tease she had given him before they ended their chat. He was thirsty and decided to make his way to the kitchen and grab a glass of water before forcing himself to sleep for the night. His bare feet whispered across the cold floor as he padded down the hallway, the only sound being the occasional muffled murmur from Tyler's room. As he approached the kitchen, the murmurs grew louder, more urgent. Ben's curiosity piqued, he slowed his steps, straining to listen. It sounded like Tyler was...moaning? He paused outside the bedroom door, his heart racing. The noises grew clearer, and Ben felt a strange mix of arousal and fear. He leaned in, pressing his ear to the wood. The door was slightly ajar, and as Ben pushed it open, his eyes widened in shock. There, on the king-sized bed, Daniel was buried to the hilt inside Tyler, his hips pumping rhythmically. Tyler's face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his body arched off the mattress as he took his father's thick, meaty cock. Ben was breathless as he listened to Daniel grunting to Tyler. “Fuck son, I almost forgot what a tight little hole you have. You feeling good son? You like having your dad’s cock open you up again?” Daniel moaned at Tyler. “Ughhhh fuckkkk dadddd you’re so big, so intense being filled up with my dad’s cock fuckkkkk”, Tyler moaned in response. When Ben heard this quick exchange between Tyler and his dad he noticed his cock begin to tent in his boxers. Ben quickly surveyed the room and there was Mitch, sitting in a chair against the wall, stroking his own monstrous member while clearly enjoying the father-son show. Ben watched as Mitch reached down and picked up a pipe and torch. His mouth hung open as he watched Mitch light the torch under the pipe and inhale, blowing out a huge cloud of thick white smoke into the room. What Ben did not realize was that as Mitch began to hit the pipe he had seen Ben in between the crack in the bedroom door. His years locked up taught him how to play it cool when you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, and although the sight of Ben spying was making his heart race adding a thrill of voyeurism to the evening, he pretended not to notice the boy. As Mitch blew out the cloud he noticed Ben's eyes widen in horror, and he rolled his eyes as he saw Ben fleeing back towards the kitchen. Panic began to flood through Mitch. He could not let their secret be exposed. It would ruin Daniel and destroy Tyler and Mitch was never, ever going to let that happen.

I like my man or boy face down on the bed. I go balls deep and pump my first jolt of cum then I fuck his arse pulling almost out then ramming my cock back in. I like to plaster his entire chute with my sperm. I usually have my hands around his throat when I’m loading him. When I’m breeding my Boy, Drew I bite down on his neck to control him. Not too hard but hard enough to keep him steady while I pump my seed into him.

I guess there’s no a common recipe. It always depends on the given person’s anatomy. I can eat a couple of hours before playing. I start to clean out myself 60-90 minutes before playing. I am talking about fisting and I never experienced any problems. Previously, when I avoided eating all the day, I struggled with problems more times.

An older man, I was kid.

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Hey Alex...where u staying? Not sure about Monday, poss Tuesday 😉

I’ve seen pictures of protests which seem to be growing and well as reports of some stormy town hall meetings

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I deep clean Everytime. I usually have a 6 to 8 hour window. Size doesn't matter to me, because a part of my cleaning ritual is beating my hole up with my 10 inch dildo in-between douching. I also watch what I eat before and usually just drink water while my ass is up.

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Chapter 3 I wake up alone in bed. Looking at the clock it says 7 PM. My ass is sore and I’m lying on wet sheets. My brain is foggy, when, I realize it’s still Monday and thankfully my assistant cleared the calendar for tomorrow as well. Yesterday afternoon/evening I was tied down and fucked by the Cuban guys and Tom. I start to get hard, remembering the events, when my cock starts hurting and reminds me it’s been locked up in a cage. Trying to calm down so my cock deflates isn’t happening. I get up and head to pee, hoping that will do the trick. I stand at the toilet and start to pee, but it sprays all over. Fuck, I stifle the deluge and decide to get in the shower and let it flow. My cock deflates as the stream gushes from the confines of the cage. I don’t have much ability to aim and just let it go. As I’m peeing a fart escapes my ass and I quickly feel cum running down my taint and balls. Squatting, I let loose a massive amount of cum. It’s easily 1 ½ cups and as it hit the floor, I see red globs of what I expect is blood clots getting loosened up. The guys bred me hard and made sure to do some damage. I rinse off the best I can and after drying, go to the mirror to inspect the damage. My ass hole is partially prolapsed with an inch of my hole protruding out, bright red, inflamed but hot as fuck. Licking my fingers I work to push the lips back in. As I massage my hole, I find myself pushing 3 then 4 fingers inside. I’m turned on as I massage the inner lining. Digging deep, I feel wetness, pull my fingers out and am rewarded by cum covering my digits. I suck it in, loving the taste of ass and cum. I start remembering Tom’s deep fucking later in the evening and start to get hard again when the cage reminds me with pain. Quickly calming down trying to make the discomfort stop, I turned to the sink to wash my hands, and I see a note stuck to the mirror. The note says, meeting a couple of clients for dinner with Ivan. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’d prefer to keep your cock locked but if an emergency or something comes up, I gave Craig your number and here’s his. He knows where the key is. I’m examining it in the mirror, thinking this cock cage is interesting. It’s a simple black plastic cock ring around my cock and my balls. My penis is then caged in a similar plastic device that mirrors the droop of my penis that my cock slid into. There are plenty of openings for air and an open tip for my piss. Ok, so I didn’t see that the first time I needed to pee, but can probably do better with a minor adjustment next time. My balls are wedged between the cage and ring and are held protruding out, swollen from the vise like pressure. It’s actually pretty comfortable and I feel a warmth in my groin that is reassuring. I really like this feeling. It wouldn’t be all that hard to get off, even without the key, but I figure part of it is willingly giving control of my cock to another guy. The downside is that I can’t touch my cock or stroke it and every time I start to get hard the pressure on the cage prevents it. As a result, I’ve not been able to cum since Tom slammed it on me. Tom’s has not steered me wrong yet. I decide, I am turned on by this and with Tom as my keyholder I’m sure to learn something and be taken on a wild journey. I decided to throw on a jock for support, light shorts and a T-shirt and chill in the quiet. I head to the kitchen and realize I’m famished. Opening the door to the refrigerator, I realize, I’ve not been to the store in over a week and there isn’t anything to eat. Picking up a pad, I start making a list when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the name, but the number looks familiar. I answer and it’s Craig. He’s calling just to check in as he explains Tom, locked his cock for a month as well and the first couple days were tough. He just wanted to make sure I’m doing ok and if I have any questions or need anything. I told him I made a mess when I peed but think I can align my slit better next time. Yeah, aligning helps, but for the most part it won’t matter he tells me. Craig laughs and says, nope, just squat like a chick and have a water bottle handy to rinse. I tell him that unfortunately, I’ve got to head to the store since there isn’t anything to eat in the house. Craig’s tells me he’s just getting off work and has a extra large Pizza fresh out of the oven and he’d be happy to share. Not really wanting to go shopping this late, I agree if he’s cool with it. Craig says no problem, and he didn’t have anything planned this evening and would enjoy seeing me. He’s just getting in his car and will be here in about 10 minutes. Problem solved, so I grab a stiff drink and start thinking of questions to ask about cock cage management. Fuck I could be in this for a month, am I really up to this? As I’m savoring my scotch, the bell rings and Craig’s at the door with a large pizza and two bottles of wine. I look at him and smile, telling him he’s my savior from letting me avoid a late evening shopping trip. He drops the food on the counter and gives me a big hug telling me it’s his pleasure. I swallow the rest of the scotch and grab a couple of wine glasses, a corkscrew and suggest we eat outside by the pool. I’ve not had anything to eat in 36 hours and find the wine on top of the scotch has me buzzed. We devour the pizza and have almost finished the second bottle in short order. I shared with him the weekend activities and Craig’s impressed, as even he struggled getting bred by the Cuban guys. Craig says, well let me see it dude. Dropping my pants and sliding the jock down, I show him the new addition to my cock. Craig reaches out grabbing hold of my of my balls, rubbing his fingers over the device and says, damn that is so cool. It’s design pops your balls out and damn, your cock is like deep down. I tell him, yeah, I have to be careful, or self-inflicted CBT is a real thing. I can’t get hard, though I leak like a faucet I tell him. Craig gets an evil grin and slaps my nuts causing me to yell, FUCK, but I’m instantly chubbing, only causing more discomfort. He grabs my dick at the base behind the cock ring and slides his index finger in the gap along my shaft. Yep, that boy won’t be getting hard for a good long time. Craig tells me to get used to it because Tom is only unlocking that a couple times a week for cleaning and a quick inspection to make sure you I have no bruising or other damage. He tells me within a week, I’ll be nothing but a hole demanding to get bred. Craig starts rubbing my balls, amazed how tight they are gripped by the cage. He comments the tip is moist and sticky as he works a finger into the open tip. He licks his finger and says, damn that juice is sweet. His caresses are causing the cage to rise and fall slightly. Actually, his fingers on my balls feel amazing as it’s the most attention they’ve had other than my own since yesterday morning. I start to get an erection, but the cage prevents a full mast. He grabs my balls and the cage, squeezing down until the vice like grip distracts my cock with enough pain that it quickly deflates. Craig tells me Tom told him if he comes over, feel free to do what you want with me, but do everything you can not to unlock me. Craig reminds me that last time he was here he didn’t get to fuck me as Tom wanted him to be the dump of the day. Tom told him I’m needing poz loads for some reason though. I share that evidently the home test I had was a false positive. Craig, laughs and says given the past 2 weeks of all the cocks and amount of cum I’ve taken that’s highly unlikely to still be the case. But just to be sure, he really wants to breed my ass and he took some Viagra before coming over and plans on fucking me for hours. Plus, fucking a locked cock is such a turn on he tells me that he’s pretty sure he should be able to deliver at least 3 toxic loads to my ripe ass. Looking at this total stud, I say, well you better get busy buddy. Craig grins, stands up, gets naked. Craig’s got a lean build, a moderately hairy chest and a decent cock. While his dick isn’t huge, he’s got a hefty girth and a nice bulbous cock head that is made for sucking and stretching an ass open. He’s got killer looks as well, and he already knows from last time I find him intensely attractive. He turns me around and tells me to kneel on the couch. Spreading my ass cheeks, he dives in and starts eating my ass. Second to none, Craig is working my hole like a virtuoso. He starts with a gentle breath, giving way to tender kisses. His tongue’s wetness is soothing to my puffy ass lips. He devotedly laps as he opens me wider, allowing his tongue to penetrate deeper. Craig spreads my cheeks farther apart and my still gaped hole and rosebud slit opens wide for him. He gently nibbles and alternates his full wide tongue across the lips. He then curls his tongue, probing the open slit. So far he’s just used his spit to lube me, but as he probes my hole with a couple fingers, he pulls them out and says, dude, your ass is still full of cum. He licks his fingers and says, he can taste Tom for sure, then proceeds to use the cum to lube me up. Knowing I’m ready, Craig aims his hard cock at my hole and slowly slides his cock head in. The bulbous head catches my ass lips and with a purposeful plunge I feel his cock pop open my ring. His girth is amazing, and I feel my hole stretching as he slowly drives his cock inward. The head of his cock slides across my prostate causing me to moan with pleasure. He’s balls deep with his fat head resting on my prostate. As he starts a short back and forth stroke my moans grow louder and tells me his going to teach me what a locked cock is all about. Craig says he loves fucking a loaded ass and he increases his tempo and begins pounding out my hole. My cock is trying to get hard, but with the rigid sides of the cage, full mast isn’t possible and every time my cock twitches, my nuts are crushed between the cage and the ring of the device. Every stroke across my prostate is causing me to dribble sticky precum and the opening of the cock cage at the tip of my penis is wet and slick from my dick leaking so much. Craig keeps this up, slowing down and speeding up and edging himself with my wet hole. He’s churned up a froth that clings to his cock as his pace renews its stride. I’m getting hornier and more frustrated as his fuck continues unable to touch myself. Soon I find myself gyrating my ass into his cock trying to get more of his cock into me provide relief. Craig pulls out and then looks at me and says, its’ time for me to ride his cock. He pulls out and lies back on the adjacent recliner. I straddle him, line up my hole and slide down on his cock. Something clicks in my head and I start riding his cock for all I’m worth. I’m an animal in heat as I use his cock as a dildo to fuck my hole. I can’t get enough of his cock and my ass starts trying to rape his cock, demanding he make me cum. I scream for him to make me get off as I bear down, slamming his rod into my prostate. I’m leaking profusely but for the life of me I can’t get relief. I’m bucking back and forth trying to get his cock deeper into me, finding the spot to provide release. Nothing is working as my ass is working to devour Craig’s prick. Craig screams out and he stiffens up as his cock erupts in my ass delivering a torrent of his toxic seed. I so want to cum, but can’t and just keep my ass assaulting his hard cock, desperate to release myself from this torture. Losing stamina, I collapse on top of Craig wilted from my attempt to pull my orgasm out using his cock as a tool. Craig is still hard and he flips me over on my back, spreads my legs and slams his cock back into my hole. He looks me deep in the eyes telling me, I need to accept, that I’m just a hole to be used. My desire for release is unimportant. The sooner I accept that, the easier my life will be. Tom will unlock me once I have learned to be a good faggot. All the while, Craig is slowly fucking me. Leaning in, Craig starts kissing me. His fuck turns into something tender and caring. My legs wrap around his waist as I find myself relaxing into his slow and gentle fuck. He whispers into my ear, to breathe deep and relax. His lips now find my neck, sucking and nibbling as I relax into his love making. I feel the gentle massage of my prostate as he slides slowly back and forth. His mouth finds my left nipple and he bites down, finding what pressure I like when I moan as his bite strengthens. Sucking my now hard nipple he very gently increases the pace of his fuck. He repeats the process on my right nipple as I groan with pleasure. Straightening up, Craig looks deeply in my eyes, whispering how I need to just concentrate on the gentle pressure in my ass. He keeps this up, gently sliding in and out of my ass with no hurry and keeps reminding me to focus on the feeling, drowning out all other thoughts. I feel warmth in my balls and comment to him how amazing he feels in me. He slowly increases the pace and tells me to bear down concentrating on the feeling at the base of my cock. I tell him I feel like a need to pee, but he says, no, just concentrate on the pleasure as he begins stimulation to my prostate. His pace quickens and suddenly I flush and feel a wetness around my cock. His tempo is now a steady fuck as he tells me to keep bearing down. Suddenly I feel my body contract as waves of euphoria flood my system. Craig calls out, yes, ride that wave. He is now slamming hard into me. He groans and I feel his cock drill deep into me just as I let go and feel my cock slightly jump. I feel the wetness on my cock as it expands in the cage. I rock from the waves flooding my senses. The intensity quickly passes and when I look at my caged dick, there is a thin layer of clear liquid shimmering on my extruded balls. I was expecting a pool of cum. At the same time rather than feeling the complete release and exhaustion from cumming, I feel a calmness and almost a renewed energy. Craig looks at me and says, you just had an anal orgasm and with practice you’ll be able to get there on your own. He explains that it may not be as intense as a traditional orgasm but I’ll learn to savor it. Plus, Craig shares, it is the sweetest nectar you’ll ever produce as he wipes my balls with his fingers and feeds it to me. He’s still hard and his cock is buried in my ass. Craig, says it his turn now. He slides four fingers into open cunt and makes no pretense about scraping the sides of my tunnel with his nails. Pulling his fingers out he inspects them and tells me, see the blood man, my turn to make sure I infect you. Craig buries his cock back in my ass and starts pummeling my hole. He’s slamming in, jack hammering my hole. He pulls completely out and repeatedly stabs his cock back in. The aggression in his assault is almost terrifying. All I can do is lay there, accepting his complete domination. Craig’s eyes make it clear that he’s determined to fuck me until he’s succeeded in his task. His rapid fuck continues for at least ten minutes, sweat dripping from the exertion. With a final powerful thrust he tenses up and screams as he tells me he’s depositing another poison load in my useless hole. He’s shaking from the release, and I feel his balls contracting as he unloads pump after pump of his poz load in my ass. As his hardon dies, his cock slips out, but Craig immediately shoves his hand back in my wrecked hole. He’s collecting and massaging the cum into the lining of my ass. He tells me he’s making sure the scratched tissue has every chance to absorb his toxic DNA. His fingers begin massaging my prostate and I feel my cock getting wet again. He’s milking more pre-cum from me. I spread my legs further apart and plead for him to allow me to cum. Craig pulls his fingers out slightly and then I feel my ass ripping open as his thumb and wrist breach my ass ring. His fingers stretch and prod my rectal lining. He pulls out then starts fist fucking my hole, using his clenched fingers as a spear. I scream out “Fuck Yes” from the assault on my ass. I bear down as he slams his hand in and out. After six or seven punches, Craig begins to slide his hand further into my hole past his wrist. I feel so fucking full when, I feel my balls retract and my cock starts squirting piss out the end of the cage. Craig leans in and takes the tip of the cage into his mouth. As my bladder empties Craig guzzles what he can contain in his mouth. As my stream subsides, Craig withdraws his hand and then shoves his cock in my hole. Craig begins pounding away again. Fuck that was hot he screams, as he fucks me with everything he’s got. It’s not long before he cums again in my open hole. Craig collapses on top of me with his cock still hard in my ass. As his cock eventually deflates, he pulls me into a kiss. I can taste the piss still lingering in his mouth. Craig sees the double recliner and pulls me with him as we stumble into the deep cushions. Repositioning Craig pulls me into his arms. Fuck, that was such an amazing experience I tell him, and we both quickly doze off, completely satiated and exhausted.

This. It's the reason why when I prep I assume the breeder is over 9", thick enough to test me, and horny enough to make a guy in his 20's find his endurance limit. A guy pushing big, hard pipe and hitting past the inner gate can stimulate your system to move faster. Technique can sometimes do it too, regardless of size. For this reason I prepare carefully and deeply for every fuck. Final step is using an 11" long lubed silicone pipe to confirm I'm ready deep down and the inner gate is primed to surrender and then be stretched. It gives an additional margin of safety with the more heroically hung and/or powerfully driven breeders.

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Imodium works I find, usually aim for a deep cleaning if playing all night. Pop one Imodium as I start cleaning then. One a couple hour after finish cleaning then one a few more times sitting the night. Never have an issue. Fiber tablets daily help too in general.

Whenever possible I drink from the tap

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I deep douche, then take 6 GastroStop (Imodium) tablets. During the course of the day of being fucked, I try not to eat if possible.