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Love to be made to submit, so punched, kicked, dropped to the ground, bound and then slapped, whipped and kicked with no mercy before having my holes filled. So yes, I like being hurt.

I did my best to find the same thrill in the antics with my housemates for the next two weeks, but it was sapping my spirit pretending I was into it all as I had once been. I had to resort to imagining I was with Harry, Sid or these friends of theirs while one of my friends was working out my hole, just to get as excited as they would expect me to be without suspecting something was up. But something was up. I had experienced sex that truly did something for me, and I knew that it was not just the risk factor as it felt like I would still want to be completely used by random, older, possibly sick men even when I inevitably converted. I had found my calling, and even increased my workout regimen to make sure I had the maximum virile appeal as possible for the next meet-up. At some level I didn’t want to convert. Not that I was having any second thoughts about it, but more that I didn’t want to miss out on any of the sordid adventures Harry and Sid would no doubt organise for me while I was still a spring chicken yet to be plucked, as it were. I wasn’t sure if they would lose interest once the deed was done, but I suspected it was a possibility. As such, as unlikely as it seemed given how infested they both must be with the virus and all the lengths they’d gone to in order to make me more susceptible, I still hoped that it hadn’t taken just yet. Eventually the two weeks was up, and I headed back to Harry and Sid’s. Harry had messaged to say that we would indeed be going to one of their friend Omar’s parties, which had been hastily arranged in my honour, but he thought it best if I came to theirs first for some pre-gaming drinks and to make sure my bike was securely stored for the night. Sid would then drive us all over to Omar’s place on the other side of the city. This all sounded sensible, so I rode over to their place, got the bike locked behind the side gate, and then joined them out on their patio for some cocktails and cigarettes. Where it had been unseasonably warm on my last visit, there was a definite nip in the air this time so I was glad of my choice of fleece-lined jogging bottoms, tank top, long-sleeved T-shirt and hoodie. It was great to see them again, though I was maybe a tad disappointed the pre-gaming did not extend to a bit of pre-breeding as well. Perhaps sensing this, Sid assured me that I would get all the cock I needed and more that night, and they would also be very happy to have me in their bed when we got back later. He went on to say that Omar liked to have very first dibs on new attendees at his parties, so they were going to respect that and wait their turn. I asked if it was a problem that Marcus and Liam had both bred me even after I had showered and got ready meaning some of their cum was definitely still in there, which caused them both to laugh heartily before Harry noted that Omar would thoroughly enjoy knowing his cock was being lubed by the seed of another couple of hot jocks. I chuckled at that, wondering what the boys would think. Anyway, after Harry and I had got a little merrier, and with Sid wanting the chance to actually have a drink at some point, we headed out to his car and set off. It was a bit of a drive round the ring road, and then we entered a quiet area of mostly semi-detached houses. We pulled up outside a fully detached one, and then got out of the car and went up to the front door. When it was opened, Omar turned out to be a similarly aged and thin man, and he welcomed us with a big smile. “Hello young man” he said to me. “You are very welcome indeed.” “Thank you sir” I replied, nervously smiling at him. “Do come in!” Omar said, standing aside and holding his arm out to direct us inside. The house smelled smoky and a bit spicy, and went I followed Sid into the living room there turned out to be seven other men there, all older, all drinking, some smoking cigarettes. “Evening gents” said Sid. “The guest of honour is here!” Everyone stopped talking and stared at me, which made me feel very self-conscious but also extremely excited. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes, and decided I should go one better. I pulled off my hoodie, and then with a few whistles being emitted by the group, I slowly pulled off my T-shirt so I was just in my tank top. I walked to the centre of the room, and then slowly rotated on the spot while flexing a little. My heart was pounding, but the whistles and whoops from all the old men around me was exciting. “Alright lads” called Harry, while laughing, “calm down and let’s get the boy a drink or two before we let you loose on him.” While everyone else was sitting on the many sofas and armchairs around the room, I perched on a stool in a spot where they could all see me properly. I lit up a cigarette after Omar gave me a glass of champagne, and then actually managed to have a few conversations with everyone there. As Harry and Sid had been, they were particularly interested to hear about life in the student house, with more than a couple of them commenting that I should bring some of my housemates with me next time. I joked that I would ask them, while a little part of my brain wondered whether any of them would actually be up for something like this, even if they got themselves on PrEP first. Anyway, after a few drinks and cigarettes, Omar suggested we could maybe get proceedings underway. I was sufficiently lubricated with champagne to not feel any nerves by this point, so I readily followed his lead out into the garden and down to a pretty sizeable outbuilding at the far end. The lights were already on, and when we went inside I found myself in a facility that made Harry and Sid’s playroom seem laughably under-equipped. It was a huge space that I guessed had once been a garage, and had numerous black leather sofas and armchairs in a large circle in the middle, and elsewhere there were a couple of slings and benches, mats, cushion-topped barrels, another of those St Andrew’s Cross frames, and a fully equipped bar. Masses of shelves and glass-fronted cupboards everywhere displayed all kinds of sex toys, leather gear, whips and all kinds of other things. “Fuck me” I said, taking it all in. “That’s what I intend to do” Omar whispered in my ear. He then steered me over to the middle of the sofa area, and I undressed while the other men all got themselves settled. By the time I was naked Omar was back from the bar area with a couple of bottles of champagne, and he gave me a small glass while topping up everyone else. I just stood, gyrating a little, waiting for Omar’s next move as I knew he would have the first go with me. In time the men started beckoning me over so they could touch and feel me, and it wasn’t long before one of them swallowed my cock. Then the next guy turned me round so he could plant his face between my cheeks. So it went on, until all of them including Harry and Sid had enjoyed a few minutes to appreciate my body. I had never felt so wanted in all of my life, and it was intoxicating. But, eventually, Omar came and took hold of my wrist, pulling me back into the centre of the space. “Gentlemen” he announced, “Harry and Sid have, I think we can all agree, outdone themselves tonight!” Cheers went up from everyone else, as Harry and Sid took comedic little bows. “But” said Omar, “we must now say something about Aaron here. Never have we had such a handsome young hunk in this room, and yet tonight here he is, willingly making himself our plaything for the night.” More cheers erupted, and Harry and Sid grinned at me as I blushed. “So” continued Omar, “the normal rules will apply. Everyone will pick a number from the hat, and the breeding of handsome Aaron here will go in that order once I’m done with him. Then, you’ll all be free to have whatever fun you want with him and each other. Clear?” Everyone nodded or raised their glasses to signal agreement. “Now, Aaron, I understand you’re here just to bottom, right?” Omar asked me. “Yes sir” I said. “Well, OK then, though some of the boys here are going to be disappointed to not be able to take a ride on that impressive member of yours” Omar said, chuckling. “As for the rest of you, that means you’ll need to be getting it from each other, but let’s try to make sure Aaron here goes home overflowing so maybe save your special loads for him.” The men cheered and chuckled. “Before we begin, Aaron” Omar said to me, “let’s just be clear about a few things.” “OK?” I said. “You’re neg?” “Yes sir” I replied. “You’re not on PrEP?” “No sir” I said. “And you know we’re all poz?” “Yes sir” I said, smiling at him. “Good” he said. “I know Harry and Sid have already got you started down this road, but tonight you’re going to be taken to a whole other level.” “I hope so sir” I said, causing the men to cheer. “Well” said Omar, smiling at me, “let’s get this underway.” He steered me towards one of the slings, which I turned around and hopped into. I raised up my feet and allowed him to put them into the hoops, and then I shuffled down until he was content with my position. He smiled down at me and reached out to rub my stomach muscles, before disappearing out of view and immediately starting to rim and finger my hole. “There’s cum in here” he said from his crouched down position. “Yeah, three of my housemates bred me before I set out” I said, causing a few of the guys on the sofas to chuckle. “Oh fuck yeah” growled Omar, as he stood up straight while pulling off his top, pushed his cock against my hole, and then propelled his entire length into me. “Oh fuck me!” I yelled out at the surprise of the sudden penetration, before immediately starting to groan as Omar went straight to a rapid pounding. I reached up and gripped the chains holding the sling, and after adjusting to the fuck, took to staring at the man who was inside me, encouraging him when we made eye contact, and otherwise looking at the small biohazard tattoo on the left side of his chest. Fuck, this is what I needed. I was a tall, muscled, 20 year old jock, I was willingly being fucked raw by a poz cock again, and I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I turned and looked at all the other men over on the sofas, and somehow my cock got even harder as I thought about how they were all going to be using me for hours tonight. If Harry and Sid’s initiation had not done the job, surely by the end of tonight I would be well on my way to conversion. Omar eventually reached climax, and I grinned at him as he pumped his load into me. He took some time to get his breath back, but eventually pulled his softening cock from me before pushing a couple of his fingers into my dripping hole and nicking me with his nails a bit. He looked up at me with a devilish grin as he did this, meaning I knew it was deliberate but I didn’t care. Then he promptly withdrew his digits, walked round to the side of the sling, and presented those same fingers to me. I leaned forward and took them into my mouth, looking up at him as I sucked on them as seductively as I knew how. “Good boy” he said, before taking his fingers away. “I am already looking forward to fucking you again later, but now it’s time for everyone else to have their turns.” “Yes sir” I said. Omar went over to the bar and picked up a bucket that he took to the sofas, and every other man there picked a piece of paper out of it that must have had a number on, not that I could see from where I was. Some of them groaned in frustration, presumably having to wait longer than others, and most of them reached for the champagne to top up their glasses. One guy, however, was already walking towards me with a big smile on his gaunt face. He pulled off his top as he approached to reveal a distinct pot belly, and I realised he must be as full-blown as Harry, if not more so. He wasted no time in ploughing into me, and I settled back for another frenetic fuck from a sick old man who could not believe I was there. All of them had their turns with me in the sling, though the fact that Omar checked with each of them if they wanted me somewhere else made it clear that they all wanted to look at my face and torso while they fucked me for the first time. I was quite happy with this too as it was turning me on no end watching these guys sweat and strain as they hammered away inside me. I even found myself thinking about the service I could provide to men like these up and down the land who all dreamed of rutting someone like me. I loved it, and resolved to keep myself in shape for as long as possible in the future. Once they were all done, Omar helped me get my legs down from the sling straps, and handed me a glass of champagne and a cigarette. I joined the guys for a few drinks and smokes while they worked themselves up for the next session, also giving me the opportunity to stretch out my limbs a bit after so long in the same position. Cum was continually dribbling out of me, but neither I nor anyone else there cared. We chatted, with me this time getting them to focus on regaling me with stories about the things they had got up to at these parties before. Some of it was pretty wild. The 18 year old twink who had spent the night locked in the sling and had converted a week later. The 45 year old married dad of three who had willingly blown up his life by spending several hours kneeling over the back of one of the sofas. The couple in their thirties who had enjoyed a couple of parties so that they were knocked up before their flamboyant gay wedding. The sugar daddy who had found out his boy was a chaser, wanted to be the one to knock him up before the lad was tempted to cheat any more than he was doing so already, and therefore needed to get himself pozzed. There were many other stories too, alongside the normal goings-on when the group just met up without any outsiders to have some fun together. Eventually their loins were stirring again, and Omar suggested it was time to get the second round going. He necked the last of his champagne, and then went over to one of the cabinets and took out something that seemed to be made of a lot of leather straps. He came over to me, and only once he held it up could I see roughly what it was. He got me to perch on the stool so he could reach my neck better, and put a thick padded collar at one end of the thing round my throat and fastened it behind. He then had me stand up with my back to him, and proceeded to fasten my wrists in successions in cuffs behind me that were attached by a strap to the collar. Once he was done my arms were securely in place, but not uncomfortably so. He shooed the guys off one of the sofa and helped me to kneel down on it and rest my chest on the back of it, deciding to then grab one of the cushions and put it under my chest to raise me up a bit and also make me more comfortable. He got me to spread my knees a little wider, and then I soon felt him begin to finger me before his face and tongue were in my arsecrack. He didn’t spend long there though, and after pulling me back a little he pressed his cock against my hole and slid in, using just the toxic cum in there as lube. As he began to fuck me again, one of the guys sat down next to me on the sofa, and I turned my head to face him. “You like getting fucked boy?” he asked. “Yeah” I panted. “You like taking poz cock and cum in your hole, don’t you boy?” he continued, while starting to stroke his cock. “Fuck yeah” I said. “You know” he continued, “Harry and Sid carry the same strain, but everyone else has something different.” “Fuck yeah” I said again. “There’s gonna be quite a cocktail in your bloodstream by the end of tonight” he said, giving me an evil grin. “Even if you were on PrEP you might not have avoided a pozzing, and they’re gonna struggle to find you meds that work after this.” “Oh fuck” I said, my cock hardening even more. He watched me getting fucked for a couple more minutes, before getting up and going round to the back of the sofa. He presented his cock to me, and I opened my mouth to take it in. As I swallowed him, he put his hand on my shoulder to help me remain steady as I was fucked hard, given the bondage gear was preventing me from clinging on to the furniture myself. I closed my eyes and thought about how I had truly found my place in life, trussed up and vulnerable, being spit-roasted by two toxic cocks. I was sure that I was going to be experiencing everything that was on offer in that playroom, but thought that this would be hard to top. Omar eventually sped up and blew in me, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I felt another poz load being pumped into my hole. Omar then withdrew, prompting the guy in my mouth to do the same so he could take over at my rear end. Omar briefly had me lick his cock clean as the other man began his entry, but our host soon slumped down on the sofa next to me to get his breath back while the other guy began to pound into me. I turned my head so I could see the rest of the room while I was thrust back and forward, noticing that Harry and Sid were both in slings getting fucked by their friends, and someone else was down on a mat on all fours getting spit-roasted. Other guys were just walking around watching the action while they stroked their cocks, I suspected in anticipation of being next to take their second turn in me. I slightly zoned out at that point, watching all the old sick men having an orgy while I was being buggered, imagining how I was going to look by their age. Would I indeed be so toxic that I could not get medicated? Did I even want to suppress the virus once it overtook me? These thoughts filled my mind as I panted and rocked, loving the feel of the man inside me. Then, out of nowhere, I suddenly started to imagine some of my housemates in this scene. Marcus and Josh in the slings. Bailey strapped to the St Andrew’s Cross. Tony strapped down on the fuckbench. Leroy bent over a barrel. Everyone else somewhere in the room taking it from these old men. This was all too much for me and I involuntary came all over the sofa, the orgasm causing my hold to clamp down so much that the man in me also lost it and started breeding me. As he pumped me full of his toxic swimmers, I resolved there and then to find some way to bring the other guys in on my kink, as we had all shared in theirs… To be continued…

Once after I had received a royal load on a date I encountered a female girlfriend of me on the train going back home. We were sitting next to each other and on certain moment she whispered to me with a funny face: " This is strange, I think I smell semen". It was the strong smell of the semen that was leaking out of my ass into my underwear from my date that I had earlier.. It was embarassing but arousing also. Maybe it was also arousing for her... :)

Good Friday - went for a massage with a guy I’ve met loads of times before. Sometimes we fuck, sometimes it’s just a happy ending. This time it was clear he wanted to fuck and fuck he did. Had me on the massage table on my back with my legs over his shoulders so he could get deep. We’ve fucked like this before but he’s always stopped before cumming and I’ve been left gagging for his load. This time though, I could tell things were different and that he needed to cum. After about 10 minutes of pounding he shouted that he was going to spunk up me and he shot a massive load up me. He was properly spent after he’d shot and then had to carry on the massage! I was fine though, I just relaxed on the bed with a hole full of his spunk. Easter Saturday - been chatting to a ‘straight’ guy, not long out of a 20 year relationship and keen to explore. I fully expected that on the day of the meet I would be ghosted, cold feet and the reality of meeting setting in etc. but he turned up as arranged. I’d seen pictures of him and his dick but he was much hotter in real life than he was in his pics. I knew his dick was big but when he took his jeans off, it was fucking massive. Easily 9” and fat as fuck. He’s a ginger guy so nice ginger pubes and a pale, trim body which was making it look even bigger. We fooled around for a bit before he got me on my knees on the edge of the bed and slammed it into me. Fuck! It was huge and it felt amazing opening me up. He really knew how to fuck and as he got closer, I could feel his already massive cock getting harder before he finally shot his load deep in me. We spent a few hours together and he shot another load up my arse and one deep in my throat, telling me that it was the best BJ he’d ever had and that I sucked cock far better than his missus! I’ll defo be seeing him again!

On my knees, his hand on the back of my head, pumping into the back of my throat

Very hot!!! I was hard and jacking reading about Peter. Cannot wait to read more about Peter’s adventures in the porn industry and being a whore! thank you @Dubconforlife

It would be fun for Matty to explore his own need to gift, and eventually, do to another Daddy what Z did for T. Kind of like family tradition. Great story, thank you!

I went to a couples house a few years ago for a three way. Both guys were fit but one of the guys was much more my type than the other. Short, blonde & cute. Piercing blue eyes and a lovely chunky / muscle body. I was sat on his cock and he kept lifting his arms over his head exposing his pits to me. The shape of his arms and shoulders and the smell from his pits was driving me wild. I licked every bit of his sweat and kept shoving my face in his pits and just inhaling his scent. I still think about his smell now. I think response to scent is a chemical thing. There’s something deep rooted and primal in us that’s hard wired to react in the way we do.

I haven't seen him on twitter or anyplace really for the longest time-I love him.

To the deep conversations we never have. I’m trying to get outside the house more— to meet new people, to make new connections, to expand my opportunities. And one of the ways I’ve been doing this is by participating in events organised by gay groups on Meetup. One of the most recent ones I went to was a picnic at Carlton Gardens during the Easter Saturday long weekend. I didn’t have much expectation when I got there. And I did have mixed feelings about it. It was good, in the sense that we were able to talk and mingle with a lot of different people. The event host encouraged us to get up every 30 minutes or so, to talk to someone new, to shift into different groups, and we just… started talking. But what I found— and I should have expected— was that every time you meet someone new, you have to reintroduce yourself. What’s your name? Have you been to events like this before? What nationality are you? How long have you lived in Australia? What are your interests? Your hobbies? The event went for four hours. And afterwards, on my way home, I counted how many people I’d talked to. Eighteen. That’s eighteen times I had to say who I am, what I do, what I like. Eighteen mini versions of myself, cut, pasted, passed around. And it was—honestly—exhausting. I do thrive on one-on-one connection, peeling back the layers of someone, getting to the core of their personality. And to speed through people like this, to graze across the surface over and over again, was definitely not something I’m used to. In the end, I didn’t feel like I’d connected with anyone on a level that made me want to exchange contact information. I’m sure the people I met are sophisticated and layered. But the amount of time we’re given— it’s just not enough to really see someone. Even the ones who might’ve been a potential match, I wouldn’t have known. Because we never got there. We never reached that level of intimacy. But I did walk away with something valuable. Towards the end of the get-together, a few of us were chatting about dating apps. Someone mentioned one I’d never heard of before— Hinge. So, like the curious gremlin that I am, I went home, checked out the app, created a profile. And honestly? I was surprised. It’s not like Grindr or Jack’d. Everything about Hinge feels intentional. They make you upload at least six photos of yourself—so no blank profiles. You’re required to fill out prompts, ones that actually encourage conversation. And the way each profile is set up— it’s like a photo album, sprinkled with little texts, little insights into a person’s world. It’s beautiful. It’s refreshing. It works. So far, I’ve had a few meaningful conversations with people I probably wouldn’t have reached otherwise. So would I go to another event like that picnic again? Probably not. But then again— it depends on how I’m feeling that day. Either way, it’s still a win because I found out about the Hinge app, another tool in my pocket, for this muddy, confusing, occasionally beautiful landscape we all call dating.

I have an older poz daddy that is in his 70’s that bred me yesterday. I could not get enough of his smell. He has a big dick so I spend a lot of time sucking him. His pubes smell so nice. I just nuzzle my nose in them and inhale like they are poppers. I can’t describe the smell only as pure man. He is the type of man that If he wants me I will drop anything I am doing to have him in me. I wish he could bottle his sent.

I have 2 all time favorites. Bareback IV - Dick wadd. Made me understand that I crave cum inside me. The scene where a blond guy breeds a skinny bottom after he’s already taken 3 loads, then felches the cummy mess as a ton of cum flows out of his ass. Honorable mention to a any video with Titpig, he was my all time crush as a young twink bottom. The second one like a number of guys said TIM videos but I think one of my favorites for visual effects and only internal breedings and creamy dicks (my favorite, don’t want to see them pull out ever) is the scene in Plantin Seed with Billy Wild: [think before following links] https://www.gayforit.eu/video/47508/Plantin-the-Seed

What a good story. I like it. Thanks for sharing.

My straight fuck bud smells amazing. I love how his cock and crotch smell like he just got done jerking off dry cum all over his uncut cock head. his girlfriend won’t suck him off but I love to.

Nice story! Thanks for sharing 👊

this hot poz guy gets me going id do anything to get bred by his horse cock here are a few videos [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/28733/passin-poz-sperm/ [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/28740/i-mount-another-stag-man/ [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/28519/manimal-sex/

As long as it is raw cock, I’m colourblind.

I love getting them from folks who go to ABS. Those are my favorite ones. Sure the cum may not be as fresh, but still has its purpose

looking forward to your new stories build around this theme

I love getting pounded by thick black cock. One sexy black guy fucked me for an hour before he finally filled my rectum. It was fucking amazing!

I know this is an old thread and this question raises its head from time to time, but I have to land on the "not really" side. Maybe its because I grew up surrounded by people from so many different backgrounds, or maybe I'm just happy with anyone who wants to load me up. The way I see it is, when I'm with someone it is none of anyone's business but the people directly involved. Besides that, these days people are usually more surprised to discover that I'm gay at all. Apparently, if you're gen x or older, no-one likes to think of you having a sex life 🤣

Chapter 4: His cock swelled up, such a pretty slut to use this afternoon. The anon top wasn’t sure where to start, choke the poor cunt’s neck or cock so deep he’d be gasping for air. Regardless his rhythm grew more frenzied, the bed squeaking in protest with each powerful thrust down the lad’s throat. The top's hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him gag, his spit pooling on the pillow beneath him. The camera continued to snap away, capturing every moment of his degradation, every twitch and moan that escaped his throat. It was a performance, a depraved dance that they both knew was a long time coming. And as the top's grip tightened and the spit dribbled down his chin, the little slut knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. The pain was his release, the humiliation his turn on. This was his place, to be used and abused, to be the plaything of the man who now knew his name and address. He reveled in the thought that when he lay in bed with his unsuspecting fiancé that night, he'd be thinking of this, his hole stretched and sore, his mind forever marked by the depravity that had unfolded in the quiet of the afternoon. The bedroom was a blur of sensation, the sting of the spit mixing with the smell of leather and sweat. The top's fingers found their way to his throat, tightening with each thrust, cutting off his air supply just enough to make him panic. He felt the pressure build in his chest, his body begging for mercy as his vision swam. And just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the grip loosened, and sweet, sweet oxygen flooded his lungs, the pain receding into a delicious wave of pleasure. He gagged and choked, his eyes watering, as the top chuckled with satisfaction, the vibrations of his laughter sending shockwaves down his spine. The sound of the spanks pierced through the haze of passion, a jolting reminder of the world outside their bubble. The top didn't miss a beat, his rhythm unbroken as he whispered, "Don't you dare move, slut. Whatever is making you struggle, I'll handle it." The slut lay there, his ass in the air, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. The footsteps grew faint as the top moved to his bag, leaving him vulnerable, exposed, and desperately craving the continuation of his punishment. The bag closed again, and the top returned, his breathing heavy. "It's just the dildo," he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned down, his hot breath against fuck toy’s ear, "Now, where were we?" The hand returned to his throat, the pressure building once more. The cheater’s chest heaved with the effort to breathe, his body writhing under the weight of the man above him. The top took this as a cue, slamming into him harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The slut felt the beginnings of a powerful orgasm building, his body betraying him with each painful stroke. He wasn’t read my yet. The top noticed, “stop touching your cock, I’ll tell you when you can touch it. He grabbed his hands and put them behind his head; no way is that slut cumming early and backing out; there’s some real damage to do to this hole he thought.

I really associate with Matt, and wish I'd have met two Daddy Z and T when I was at Uni. Amazing story - I hope there are lots of opportunities to feed off the characters.

It's the best thing and the hottest way for a cumdump to be used. I hope you both dumped your loads inside him and left him wrecked. You ever had that scenario again? I need to get gangbanged like this more but the tops that would be up for it mostly want discreet meets so I just hold out for more brutal masters demanding it.