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That's getting back at her. Did you like it enough to do it again?

I awoke the next morning with Fred’s stiff naked cock pushing at my hole. I barked as I scrambled away; "What the fuck man! What do you think you are doing?" I was pissed and frightened, I'd slept restlessly and had numerous nightmares about getting sick. "Cool off bud. I'm just continuing the fun from last night." He didn't have a hint of regret or concern in his voice. "You fucking bastered! First you silenced me and lied that I take cock raw. Then you bred me with your toxic cum. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Fred now had a hint of irritation; "What’s wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You had plenty of chances to stop things and you didn't. You knew the bar tender was poz and toxic and you told him to 'knock you up ', so why are you angry with me?" He had a point. Actually a number of points. "I'm just very frightened, I don’t want to get sick." I wined. "You've got 72 hours from last night to get PeP. Relax ass hole." His tone teased. "Fuck, I don’t know where to go for that here. We better go right after breakfast. " I knew I was being irrational. His voice was firm; "We'll go tomorrow!" It was settled. You know how we all have a friend that attracts every mosquito for miles. I became that guy that day, only instead of mosquitoes I couldn’t stop attacking cock, raw cock. It started at breakfast. Our cute young Mexican waiter was extra flirty. When I came out of the bathroom he was waiting and planted a kiss on my lips. In one motion he pushed me back into the single stall, pulled the door closed, spun me around, dropped my commando shorts, bent me over the toilet and buried his raw cock in my hole. He knew he was on the clock so this was the quickest of pump and dumps. I had no intention of telling Fred but I didn't have to. As I returned to the table he said, "Now aren't you glad you're waiting 'til tomorrow for PEP?" I blushed. Back at my room I stripped, lay my back on the bed, lifted my ankles and presented Fred my lubricated ass. He gave me a fantastic fuck and just as he finished breeding me the maid knocked. We quickly gathered our things and headed to the swimming end of the beach for a salt water rinse and cool down and to soak in some sun on our naked bodies. A handsome gay couple in their thirties lay nearby. Fred kept telling me one of them was ogling me. I just tried to ignore Fred and the young guy. After a bit I noticed the same guy scribble a note before he got up and walked right by Fred and I. He dropped the note in front of my face. "Wait 1 minute. Then follow me to the hotel pool." the note read. He waited at the path up the embankment away from the beach long enough to be sure I saw where he was headed. I was going to ignore the note but Fred was having no part of that. As much to silence Fred as anything I headed off. When I got to the hotel pool the guy was leaning on the bathroom door. He followed me in and pushed me into a shower stall before he spoke. "We've got to be quick, that's my husband on the beach. I saw your performance at the bar last night. Ever since you arrived this morning I've been waiting for the right opportunity to fuck you. Hubby and I always play safe with a third. He'd kill me but I need my raw cock in your ass." I didn't argue. Heart racing I just leaned against the wall and reveled at what a cum slut I’d become in one evening. He took a little longer than the waiter, but not much. It wasn't even 11 a.m. and I returned to Fred and my towel with three loads in my ass. My plan was to keep silent but the twinkle in Fred’s eyes told me I had no secrets. Fred jumped at the invitation from the gay couple for us to join them for lunch. I've never felt so awkward in my life knowing I was hosting a load from the one partner in my gut. The cheated on partner decided to invite us back to their room for a foursome. Fred and my last breeder jumped at the chance. I decided since it would be safe play that I could manage. Daisy wheel sucking ensued and everyone seemed to be getting on famously. Fred decided to tell the couple that I love to get fucked. The cheated on husband retrieved condoms and lube. His partner suited up and aimed for my hole. Fred distracted the cheated on husband. I felt my hole being breached, but was sure there was no rubber. I looked back and the removed sheath was stuffed into my mouth. Fred kept the cheated partner busy as his partner raw fucked and dumped a second load into me. Fred was next to fuck me and also managed to stealth breed me with the cheating partner distracting his husband. Finally the desieved partners sheathed cock was ravaging my hole. I'd been fucked lots of times with protection but hadn't been able to compare it with skin on skin fucks. This was so uncomfortable compared to earlier this day and my first bb fucks of the night before. I was just about ready to beg he take it off when the feeling changed. The condom had broken, but I didn't say anything. This top also painted my guts and was mortified that he hadn't noticed the broken condom. It was only as Fred and I walked away from there place that Fred told me he had managed to switch their lube out for his vasileen. Further, while I was receiving my third stealth load of the afternoon Fred was knocking up the cheating partner who hadn't asked any questions when he saw a chance to mount Fred’s raw cock without detection from his occupied hubby.

I love that so much it’s my favorite… I just couldn’t satisfy his desire for me to say that word. He has every right to say and do what he wants but he wanted me to say it and I don’t do that. Shame too cause he is super hot and hung lovely and lives a block away from me

Jake’s latest trip to Berlin was nothing short of a pig’s paradise. The moment he stepped off the plane, the city’s pulsing energy filled him with an insatiable hunger for the depraved sexual adventures that awaited him. As he strutted off the airplane, jockstrap hugging his hips, he realized it had now been five hours without a cock filling him up and that had to be fixed. He knew exactly where he needed to go. The closest men’s bathroom was his first stop, a place where he could ease into the city's vibe. The scent of sex and piss hit him like a warm, familiar embrace as he walked in. The bathroom was a cesspool of depravity, and he felt right at home. Standing at the urinal, shorts low enough for his tattoo to show, he was advertising. Within minutes, he was approached by a scruffy college student, who couldn’t resist the allure of Jake’s "fuck me" tattoo. The man's eyes widened with hunger as he took in Jake's lean body and inviting ass. Without a word, the stranger grabbed him and pushed him into a stall. Jake eagerly dropped to his knees, ready to serve. The student whipped out his cock, already hard and leaking precum. Jake took it in his mouth, savoring the taste of pre-flight nerves and the thrill of the unknown. He sucked greedily, feeling the stranger's hand gripping at his hair and forcefully guiding his movements. The student groaned, and Jake knew he had found a worthy first cock for his Berlin adventure. After the student had fucked him hard and left his hole dripping, Jake was ready to go. He headed downstairs to meet up with his friend who had come to pick him up. Jake headed to their usual meeting spot, the main floor's bathroom where he saw his piggy friend eagerly waiting and received another fresh load deep in his eager hole. They headed out to the car and Jake saw another friend waiting. He had barely gotten in the car before the third man had his dick out, and Jake's ass was in the air, receiving yet another sloppy, raw fucking on the back seat. The car's interior was sticky with lust as the driver watched the two fuck, filling Jake’s ass with a third thick load. Not even in the country for 10 minutes and already experiencing Germany’s finest hospitality. The next day, Jake woke up in a friend’s squalid apartment, his body sticky and reeking of cum. He didn't even bother to shower before heading out to the train tracks, a notorious cruising spot. The thrill of exhibitionism was a potent aphrodisiac for him, and he craved the attention of strangers watching him be used like the whore he was. As he stumbled along the tracks, feeling the vibrations of approaching trains, a group of burly, hairy daddies emerged from the shadows. They were exactly what Jake had been dreaming of – tall, muscular, and smelling of sweat and desire. They circled him like hungry predators, their eyes gleaming with lust. He knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. One by one, they took him, each one more aggressive and piggy. Jake’s tight hole was stretched and pounded, his screams of pleasure echoing through the industrial wasteland. The sound of trains rushing by only heightened the intensity of the gang rape. The men used his body with no regard for his comfort, pushing him to his limits. They didn’t care who saw or heard, they were too consumed by their own desires. Cum filled Jake's ass as they came inside him, one after another. The feeling of being bred was intoxicating, and he begged for more. They fisted him, slapped his ass, and spat in his mouth, and he loved every second of it. People, cars, trains all passing by, seeing the boy gutted and gaped. The pain and humiliation were his currency, his way of feeling truly alive. For the next few days, Jake threw himself into the Berlin pig scene. Each night was a blur of drugs, sweat, and cum. He attended parties where he was passed around, his body used and abused in every imaginable way. His moans and screams were music to the ears of the perverts that surrounded him, and his ass was never empty. He was pissed on, fisted, and even had his CBT limits pushed. Yet, he never once said no, living up to his reputation as an insatiable bottom. In the dimly lit dungeons and back alleys, Jake found his true happiness, a place where his desires were not just accepted but celebrated. The rawness of the encounters, the lack of boundaries, and the pure, animalistic passion of the men around him brought him to a level of ecstasy that nothing else could match. Then came his time to shine at the infamous Lab. oratory, the mecca of extreme sexual debauchery that drew in the most voracious pigs from around the globe. A place where Jake felt most at home. The anticipation had him trembling with excitement, his pink little hole still leaking cum from the days before. He eagerly anticipated the raw, unbridled fucking he was about to receive. Jake patiently waited in line to get in and was wearing the required all black, but still managed to be in assless shorts letting his infamous tattoo be seen. The cool night air caressed his exposed cheeks and the scent of his musky desire filled the atmosphere around him. As he waited, Jake noticed the two towering figures approaching from the front of the line. The first was a bearish daddy, his thick beard and muscular build a stark contrast to Jake's lean, youthful form. The second man was a bit shorter but equally as hairy and muscular, with a sadistic twinkle in his eye. They were the kind of men who knew exactly what they wanted and took it without apology. As they approached the taller one, a German heavyweight with a deep, gruff accent, spotted Jake's ass and smirked. He leaned in and whispered something to his friend, who chuckled darkly. They both knew Jake by reputation, having seen his pictures and videos circulating in the underground kink scene. The shorter man gave Jake's ass a firm slap, and the crowd parted before them as they approached. "Pig royalty like you don't wait in lines," the tall daddy growled, his grip firm grabbing Jake's jockstrap. "Let's get that cunt wrecked." The crowd's reaction was a mix of awe and envy as they recognized Jake. Some had seen his work before, while others had only heard the legend of the insatiable bottom from New York. They murmured to each other, knowing that tonight would be one for the history books. The two men didn't even bother to ask Jake's consent; they simply claimed him as their own, pulling him out of line and into the club. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, and the bouncers nodded in recognition as the trio passed. Inside, the club was a maze of leather, chains, and sweaty, half-dressed men, all looking for their next conquest. The air was thick with the scent of sex and lust. As they entered the dimly lit space, the music pounded like a heartbeat, the bass resonating through Jake's body. The lights played off the chrome surfaces, creating an industrial, almost dystopian, atmosphere. The walls were lined with various play areas, each more extreme than the last. The crowd was a sea of naked and leather-clad, muscled men, all watching the new arrivals with hunger in their eyes. Jake had been to extreme places before, but there was always something about his first steps into the Lab. oratory that sent a shiver down his spine. It was the kind of club that didn't just push boundaries—it obliterated them. The two daddies led him to a raised platform in the center of one of the main rooms, where a group of equally rough-looking men were already waiting, their cocks out and ready. Jake recognized a few immediately where they had indeed fucked him before, in various cities and at various underground events. They knew of his limitless urge to please, and they were eager to show him off to the others. They didn't bother with small talk, securing him to the St. Andrew's Cross with thick, heavy chains. The crowd gathered around, hungry for the show. They saw his “Fuck Me” tattoo and whispers and screams passed through the crowd as they had all heard tales of the New York bottom's insatiable appetite for pain and pleasure. They weren't about to miss out on watching him in action. Once secured, the shorter daddy stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He unbuckled his leather pants, revealing his rock-hard, uncut cock. The crowd eagerly watched as the music seemed to fade into the background as he approached Jake. He didn't bother with a warm-up, just a quick swipe of spit to lubricate his shaft before plunging into the young man's eager hole. Jake let out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as the crowd watched with rapt attention. He loved being so exposed, so used, and so utterly alive. Music blasting, all eyes on him, and a daddy's thick cock stretching him to his limits, filling him completely. After a few rough minutes of warm up, the taller one began to fist Jake's ass, his huge tattooed knuckles and arms disappearing deeper inside as Jake's hole gaped open. The two men took turns fucking and fisting Jake, using his body as their personal playground. They didn't hold back, pushing him to the brink of pain and pleasure. They used his nipples piercings as handles, tugging and pulling as they pounded into him, making him scream with every thrust. Tugging roughly at his guiche while their rough fists slid in and out. His ass was a canvas for their sadistic artistry, a symbol of his submission to their will. As the night went on, Jake was passed around from one depraved pig to the next, each one taking his turn to claim the infamous bottom. He was spat on, pissed on, and covered in sweat. His body was pushed to its absolute limits, and he reveled in every moment of it. The crowd watched, some jerking off, others eagerly waiting their turn. The Lab.oratory was a sprawling maze of dark, damp rooms, each one more depraved than the last and Jake had seen them all. The walls were lined with slings, St. Andrew’s crosses, and various BDSM equipment, the air thick with the scent of sweat, piss, and the musky aroma of male arousal. The lighting was dim, casting eerie shadows across the bare, industrial space, with strobe lights piercing through to illuminate the carnage of pleasure happening within. The sound of grunts, slaps, and whips filled the air. Everything a pig could want and more was located deep in that paradise. Jake continued to pass from room to room, his jockstrap covered in other men’s filth, barely containing his abused and swollen cock and balls. The tattoo across his ass cheeks was an open invitation to any man who dared to read it. In every new room he was met with a cacophony of crude catcalls and whistles greeting him, as if the very air was alive with the lust of the men who spotted him. He made his way through the throngs of horny, hairy daddies, their eyes hungrily devouring his youthful body. Each man he passed was more massive and muscular than the last, their furry chests, beefy arms, and ripe pits a testament to the kind of power and dominance that made his knees quiver and his heart race. He found his way to the back, where a particularly nasty-looking daddy with a thick, uncut cock was already pounding away at a squealing pig in a sling. The sight of the older man’s powerful strokes made Jake’s mouth water and his leaking hole clench in anticipation. Over the next two days, Jake was passed around like a piece of prime meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He was face-fucked, spit on, pissed in, and fisted without a single complaint. His tight, smooth hole was stretched beyond belief as one after another, the muscular daddies took turns plunging their raw, sweaty cocks, arms, feet, and more deep inside him. Each time he was filled with hot, sticky cum, he begged for more, his voice hoarse from the constant screams of pleasure and pain. One particularly memorable encounter was with a beastly daddy who loved to play with Jake’s sensitive feet. The man had a thick, furry chest and a cock that was a monster in and of itself. He bound Jake’s wrists to the sling, his ankles spread wide and fastened in the air. The man proceeded to tickle, lick, and suck his toes and every inch of his feet while pounding into him without mercy. The mix of pleasure and pain had Jake writhing and squirming, his toes curling and uncurling in ecstasy. Another time, he found himself in a public area of the club, where a group of men were playing a game of piggy poker. The stakes? Each player took turns fucking Jake’s ass while the others cheered and jeered, betting on who could make Jake scream the loudest or which man would cum the fastest. Jake was a trooper, enduring round after round of rough, anonymous sex, his body a canvas for the men to claim and mark as they saw fit. But it was the fisting that truly set Jake’s soul on fire. A burly, bear-like daddy, with a beard so thick it could hide small animals, took Jake into a cage while others watched. The man’s fists and thick, hairy arms were like sledgehammers, and the way he stretched and filled Jake’s ass was nothing short of divine. He worked his way deep inside Jake’s already gaped cunt until he was bicep deep. He would swap arms, throwing deep punches just to watch Jake scream. The pain was intense, but the feeling of fullness and submission was heavenly. In between the hardcore sessions, Jake took part in some milder kinks, like cruising the dark rooms with his mouth full of cock, getting used like a human urinal by a line of desperate, leaking [banned word], and having his smooth skin scribbled on with permanent markers by men who claimed him as their property. For Jake, the night was a blur of sensations—the sting of a flogger, the bite of a zipper, the sweet pain of a needle. But through it all, he remained in a state of ecstasy, his moans and cries echoing through the club. As the sun began to rise on the second day, Jake stumbled out of Lab. oratory, his body bruised and his hole gaping, feeling utterly and completely used. The Berlin streets were quiet, but the memories of the filthy piggy fun he’d had were anything but. His journey had taken him to new heights of depravity, and he couldn’t wait for his next trip to indulge in the city’s sinful delights once more. As Jake got ready to head back to New York, his body showed signs of Berlin’s wear. His skin was bruised, his ass unbelievably sore, and his throat was raw from screaming and deep-throating. But his spirit was unbroken. He was a pig through and through, and Berlin was his heaven. The city had claimed him once again, and he knew he would return, eager to dive back into the depths of its depraved underbelly. As he boarded the plane to leave, his ass still leaking cum and his heart racing from the experiences, Jake couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. But it was a bittersweet feeling, because he knew that his Berlin adventures would only make him crave more, and he had the rest of his life to seek out the darkest, most extreme piggy playgrounds the world had to offer.

I’d love to join some mpreg chats @shabingus87

Personally I love when black men call me a little bitch ass since I’m a smooth and pale little sub boi

Omg the first time I got bred all night by my first real lover he put 12 loads in me and I had to drive three hours to get home. About an hour into my trip I stopped at a mcdonalds and totally destroyed their bathroom while my hole leaked out all that nutt

I think most of us start out vers but our early experiences help guide our eventual preferences and fetishes. Every total bottom I’ve ever discussed this with has told me that at some point they were either (1) what I call “broken” - made to completely submit and totally surrender their masculinity and power or alternatively (2) they were given the ultimate pleasure of the woman’s orgasm. I had the pleasure of both so there was no question for me that my preference is taking dick.

I started as a bottom giving up my young ass to any guy. Then when I was with my ex I started topping and was the top in the relationship for 6 of the 8 years we were together. For the last 2 years of the relationship I was vers fucking other holes and getting loads in my ass. After the breakup I went back to being a bottom. I like both topping and bottoming but bottom is always what I go back to.

At age of 10 experimented. At 14, I was being bred by 4 senior citizens. It was then I knew I was a homo sex addict.

There is no reason to beat yourself up about getting this. You have a diagnosis, that’s goos news. And better news is that there are cures now, there were not always cures available. I walked around with it for 21 years, before there was a cure. Yes the cure is insanely expensive, but that’s the system we live in. Get a great doctor and a good attitude and you can beat this. I was cured in 2015. I wish you luck.

I was about 5 years old and My real father and I were at his club and I was swimming in the pool. We went into the locker room to dry off and change and there was a red headed man with a huge cock walking around by us. My Dad saw me watching him and just said….”that’s big isn’t it?” I could not take my eyes off it. I was mesmerized. It was pretty cool that he didn’t shame me for looking.

I think that the understanding came early on but I didn’t realize it. If that makes sense. I started having sex around the age of 13. I just instinctively knew my role. I wanted my man in me and nothing more. I know my sex organ was my pussy but I never sexualized my man’s hole the same way. It was like I knew he had one of course but mine was different. I have never been into porn but I saw a few here and there and that’s when I realized there were others like me. I was also fortunate that my sex partner really liked my pussy. He made me realize my purpose was to complete him. I had something he didn’t have and he worshiped it.

There's at least one (maybe 2?) in Z. There's def one in the long, narrow toilet room on the second floor. I think there's a chalkboard on the 3rd floor too. I've never posted on the board. Maybe next? 🤔 And the vids in bathhouses now are digital but most of what plays looks like it was ripped from VHS. 😭 1. Piss 2. Get a few water/Gatoraids from the vending machine. 3. Head to the room. 3a. Unpack. Check to make sure im still cleaned up. 3b. Go rinse out with the hose/shower if needed. 4. Take a spin to see whats up. 5. Check apps to see if any fuckbuds are close or anybody else to hit up. 6. Lock up the valuables. 7. Grab blindfold/lube and park in a sling. 8. Take dick 10+ hours. Break as needed. Dont leave till I got 15+ loads churning. 10. Hydrate. Shower up. Bounce.

About the same here. My sex drive is too high too. I enjoy cumming from getting fucked a lot more than jerking off but I remember rubbing one out was a massive relief!!

Jake's life as a pass around party bottom was a whirlwind of depraved, kink-filled adventures. He thrived on the attention and the raw, uninhibited sex that came with being the center of the action at various underground parties and private gatherings. His reputation grew in the pig and [banned word] communities, making him a highly sought-after hole among those who craved extreme sexual experiences. His main dealer, a towering man named Tyrone, but better known as “Big Smoke” to those on the street, was a dominant pig who knew exactly how to cater to Jake's insatiable desires and make a fuck ton of money in the process. Tyrone, a hulking mass of roided out muscle with a thick beard and a mohawk, stood tall at 6'5" and had an intimidating presence that only added to his allure. His black skin was adorned with wild tattoos, telling a story of his life in ink, and a thick septum piercing that gave off the perfect pig energy. His unyielding gaze could make even the most seasoned pig quiver with anticipation. His cock, a monstrous and thick uncut beast at 14” with Prince Albert piercing, was always at the ready. Even before his strong dose of trimix he was the stuff of legend. Tyrone was into the nastiest kinks imaginable, and he loved exploring all of them with Jake, who was always eager to please. Tyrone in all his glory… Overall, Tyrone was a solid dealer and well known in both PNP and pig groups. He always had top notch product and was very reliable. Despite his tough, menacing exterior, he was always friendly and very trustworthy. His jacked muscles, sagging pants, and Jordans made him look like any other dealer and that was the Tyrone that most everybody knew. But to a select few—Jake included—Tyrone was so much worse behind closed doors. The weekend invitations from Tyrone were never subtle. He would send Jake a simple text message with an address and a time, often accompanied by a crude photo of Tyrone’s hard cock pressing against a nasty jockstrap. Jake knew what was expected of him when he received these texts: show up, get slammed, and get wrecked. And that's exactly what he did. Jake was always available for Tyrone, so when he got the text he knew what to do. Jake's heart raced as he approached the location—one of Tyrone's buddy’s apartment, a place he had been to several times before. He was feeling the familiar excitement and anticipation of a weekend of complete submission. He had been with Tyrone countless times before, but each visit was a fresh thrill that never failed to get his blood pumping. He knocked on the door, his body exited as he waited. The door swung open, and there stood one of Tyrone's piggy friends, a massive black man named Jamal. He was a massive man, with thick, bulging muscles that threatened to tear through his tight white tank top and a thick beard that framed a sinister smile. His bald head gleamed with sweat, and his eyes were dark with desire as they roamed over Jake's body. He was wearing only a ratty, old jockstrap that barely contained his substantial package, the fabric stained with a mix of sweat and precum. The scent of musk and male arousal filled the air, making Jake's cock and hole twitched in his shorts. Behind Jamal, Jake could see the apartment, a cesspool of depravity that was the setting for their weekend-long orgy. The walls were covered in posters of muscular men fucking, fisting, and extreme bondage. The floor was sticky with the remnants of past parties. The air was thick with the smell of meth, piss, and sweat—a heady cocktail that made Jake's knees wobble. Tyrone emerged from the smoke-filled room, his own muscular body covered in a patchwork of ink, his cock straining the torn fabric of his jockstrap. He had a sadistic glint in his eye that Jake found utterly irresistible. He called Jake inside with a grin, showing off his own jockstrap, which was even more disgusting than Jamal's. As Jake stepped into the room, the door closed behind him with a finality that made his stomach flutter. Tyrone grabbed him by the neck and shoved him down to the floor, tearing off his shorts and tank top with a feral growl. Jake's eyes went wide as he saw the three other men that had gathered—each one larger, dirtier, and more intimidating than the last. First, there was DeShawn, a beefy bear of a man with a thick beard and a gut that hung over his jock. His cock was already hard and leaking as he watched the scene unfold. Then there was Marcus, a lean, mean-looking stud with a shaved head and piercings all over his body. His eyes were wild and hungry, and his jock was stained with what looked like a week's worth of sweat. Lastly, there was Marvin, who was the shortest of the group but made up for it with his sheer bulk. His chest was a carpet of hair, and his cock was the largest Jake had seen in a long time, even semi-soft. Tyrone tossed Jake his own jockstrap and a pair of used socks. "Get into these, pig," he barked, his voice thick with lust. Jake eagerly complied, sliding the socks onto his feet and pulling the jock up over his hips. The fabric was wet and sticky, but the smell of Tyrone's sweat and cum only served to make him hornier. As soon as Jake was dressed in the filthy attire, Tyrone's friends descended upon him. They pushed him onto the mattress, which squelched under his weight. Tyrone had his friends prep the slams they would soon share, while he switched out his septum and Prince Albert piercings, both thick and well worn. He frequently swapped them, loving the smells deep in his nose. The friends took turns admining their slams, finishing with Jake as the rush hit each one of them. With the excitement hitting all the men, they started filling Jake’s tight ass with their thick, raw dicks, passing their pipes and bongs as they went. The high was intense, a rush of euphoria that mixed with the pain and pleasure of their rough treatment. Once the drugs were really hitting, the men's last inhibitions disappeared. They began to groan and grunt, their movements becoming more and more aggressive. They spit on Jake's face and in his mouth, using him as their personal cumdumpster. They slapped his ass, pinched his pierced nipples, and pulled his hair, making him squeal with every thrust. Jake's body was a canvas for their kinks. They marked him with bruises and bitemarks, leaving no part of him untouched. His skin was slick with their sweat and spit, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The stench of piss grew stronger as the men relieved themselves on Jake, their streams mixing with the sweat and cum already coating his body. The four of them took turns using Jake, switching between his tight hole and eager mouth. They laughed and jeered as they fucked him, treating him like the dirty whore he craved to be. Every inch of him was claimed by their raw, uncut cocks, and he felt like he was going to burst with their cum. But they were just the beginning. The guests at Tyrone's weekend parties were a veritable smorgasbord of piggy depravity. They were a motley crew of men drawn from various walks of life, united by their insatiable appetites for the darker shades of carnality and their deep pockets that could afford Tyrone's top-shelf drugs and exclusive entertainment. The parties were a clandestine affair, a secret club where the rules of society were tossed out the window and the basest instincts of mankind were celebrated. Among these guests were the "Brewers," a trio of bearish, burly men with thick beards and equally thick cocks. They were known for their home-brewed poppers, which they eagerly shared with anyone who would partake, turning even the most vanilla of experiences into a mind-bending, hole-wrecking adventure. The Brewers were always dressed in leather and nothing else, their hairy bellies and cocks on full display as they moved from room to room, filling and refilling bottles of their potent concoctions for the eager pigs. Then there were the "Meat Injectors," a group of five or six muscular, tattooed gym rats who were obsessed with fisting and inflation. They'd arrive in their tank tops and jockstraps, each one with a medical kit full of syringes, lubes, and various-sized dildos. They were the masters of stretching limits, pushing Jake's body to the brink with their skilled hands and toys, making him feel like a human balloon animal. Their sessions were a mix of pain and pleasure, with Jake's cries echoing through the house as they competed to see who could make him the fullest. Another regular was "The Maestro," a refined, yet sadistic, older gentleman with a penchant for sounding. He'd bring an array of gleaming steel rods and plugs, and would conduct the evening's debauchery with a stern, yet artistic flair. His gentle touch belied the painful ecstasy he inflicted, as he meticulously worked his ever larger instruments into the willing piggies, turning their screams into symphonies of suffering and desire. And let's not forget the "Breeders," a pack of hung, hairy, and hyper-masculine daddies with a penchant for breeding load after load into any hole. They'd circle Jake like hungry wolves, each one eager to leave their mark deep inside his guts. Their sessions were raw, unbridled, and messy, with Jake's ass serving as the canvas for their fertile desires. Tyrone's parties were a playground of depravity, where no kink was too extreme and no limit too sacred. The air was always thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and poppers. The sounds of grunts, slaps, and wet flesh colliding filled the space as the pigs reveled in their hedonistic pursuits. The guys were into everything you could imagine, pushing each other and Jake to the edge of human experience. These were nights that Jake would never forget, even if he sometimes wished he could. The intense highs of the drugs and the relentless pounding of cocks, fists, feet, and toys inside him melded into a delirious haze of pleasure and pain. Jake was passed around from one man to the next, his body absolutely wrecked. After a weekend of being double fisted, pissed on, and used in every conceivable way he was a smiling mess. But through it all, he reveled in the feeling of being completely and utterly used, a mere receptacle for their lust. He was stretched beyond belief, his ass feeling like it might split in two at any moment, but he never once complained. This was what he lived for, the ultimate expression of his submissive nature. And as the sun rose the next Monday morning, the party would finally come to an end, leaving Jake a trembling, used mess, covered in a concoction of cum, sweat, and human filth, but always eager for the next weekend's invite.

Took me a while to get into bottoming. I topped exclusively for years. I met this hot fit bald guy who had kids and a wife in a toysrus parking lot. He hopped in my car and I drove us up to a discreet spot I knew. This guy was super hot and chiseled like a greek god. The second he talked I knew he was at least bi if not fully gay and living a double life. His voice was really high and feminine. Anyways, I started sucking him and he was loving it. I kept saying how bad I wanted to feel him inside me. Was able to convince him to breed me in my back seat. I rode his cock and got him fully naked halfway through. We made out a bunch while he was fucking me then blew his load in my ass. After that I started to bottom more and more till I almost became exclusively bottom for years. Some people start off living it bug other grow into it for sure. I envy all the really young guys who bottom all the time, I missed oug on some really hot cock in my early years

I love it and yearn for it ALWAYS. I want a BWC to be racist to me!

From the first time I got hard from visual stimuli, I knew I was gay and, once i knew what “top” and “bottom” were, that I was a bottom. I dreamt of men penetrating my mouth and my ass. I’ve never once truly desired to be a top. I’m super submissive sexually so there’s no real need to ever top, either.

That’s hot! I have no sons, but I have one daughter and one adult granddaughter.

The longest I’ve gone is about three weeks. Almost always locked these days, the only way I cum is via a massager and ruined orgasms but they’re still orgasms.

Yep the list used to be much longer. Bunker Den there used o be a couple of places on the X back in the day. Party all weekend then go to one of these for my Monday off. Was so Hot 🔥