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Alright, I feel like I'm not mnissing any major league knowledge then! 🙂 Cheers to sharing....knowledge 🙂

Generally it is guys who hold there bodies to stiff, in my opinion you have to at least somewhat have to meld your body to the same shape as your partner, both bottom and top. It can become a bigger problem with height differences for guys who insist on only standing or doggy, I'm 6'2 so I learned long ago how to adjust to make it possible to make it work with significant height differences, but not all guys get it. That said I'm sure I've successfully fucked or been fucked by more than 99% of the guys I've tried with, but some were a lot more enjoyable than others.

Always welcome 🙂

Yep, it's already been adjusted. 🙂 realized that immediately aftr i hit post 🙂 Thanks for you the comment and reading!

Hot as always - but I think this might actually be Part XI.

They were mostly okay, yeah, I was lucky in high school and was able to avoid all team sports. We had to take a unit of swimming, too - always in the winter. For some reason in my sophomore year they decided to have the seniors teach us. My teacher was a nice guy from the school band (I was also a member) so we sort of knew one another. I kept wanting to channel Eliza Doolittle (having seen My Fair Lady on TV that year) and say, "Get in the water? I'll catch me death, I washed me 'ands and face before I come!" I don't think he was amused... And before you ask, alas he was exclusively straight. Sigh...

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Wholly agree 👍. As a cock & fist hungry pig, dirty, raunchy sex will stretch most limits of many mens desires. My go to, has always been "want to test limits". A safe word is always settled on because I am not someone who wants to come down & find themselves castrated. It is also an imperative to know & fully trust your Top before you even consider pushing any limits. "No limits" are definitely words used to freely & leading to some extremely worrying results.

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. Author's Note #3: This was written specifically regarding the writing of this and the next chapter, which was originally one chapter. I learned a valuable lesson and had to rewrite the whole thing. I was still blind so appreciated the assistance navigating to wherever we were headed. I had a brief thought that I was probably going to be pretty good at navigating myself by tomorrow. With the two TVs on, you got a sense of where the walls were by the way the sound reverberated, almost like you could feel the sound bouncing of the walls where there was one, but not where there was an opening like a door. This new confidence would soon face a test, but I'll get to that. "I know you got a brief idea of the layout of this house, but we've had to move a lot around for tonight. We're gonna walk you through the rooms and describe what has happened, but you'll need to do what you've been doing and navigate using your other senses. You understand, Boy?" I grunted. "I'll take that as a 'yes, sir'." We stood in the kitchen: “There is now a plastic tray with a raised rim underneath your house. The rim is about 2 inches tall. The tray extends out from all sides of the cage by about 1 foot. It's in the same general location. The kitchen table is against the wall in the corner of the kitchen dining room. The chairs are all against the wall. " We were standing approximately where I thought the kitchen island would be and I slowly swung my arms around to see if I could find it and I couldn’t. Ethan caught on quickly. “Are you looking for the island?” I grunted yes. The island is now blocking the path from the living room to the kitchen. So, the only path from the living room to the kitchen is through the dining room. I shook my head yes. For about five minutes I slowly and cautiously walked around the kitchen. I found the Cage, my house, and felt the plastic tray they were talking about. I ran my hands over the top of the cage and touched something that wasn’t on the cage before. The square “bucket” like thing I had seen previously in the trunk was now attached somehow to the cage, on one side. From the bottom of that ran a piece of flexible plastic tubing, but I could not find the end of that tubing. This could only be for one thing – filling me up with piss and using me as a urinal. One way or the other, I was going to be a toilet pig at some point tonight. I didn’t think there was anything unusual about the area by the door on the other side, until I felt another small table which had an array of different plugs and toys on it, ranging in size. I was going to get my hole fucked and opened with toys – and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t going to be easy. I found the dining nook in the kitchen and could tell where the table and chairs were. I put my hand on the counter where the sink was and walked until I found the door to the backyard. If they had spun me around several times, it might take me a second to orient myself, but I had a good sense of where things were. We left the kitchen and walked to the dining room. I could tell already the table had been moved and I could hear and feel the plastic sheathing under my feet. It was then that I found the item I heard being put together. I would not describe it as a fuck bench…it was more like a padded table slightly largely than my upper body. There were two upright metal poles on each corner on one side of the table. They felt like the stands you see at hospitals that they hang IV bags from. The height gave me a good indication I’d get fucked on this, because the top of the table was about the average height of where a dick would be on a guy. But it was not a fuck bench. We walked past the front door and into the living room. “Boy, kneel!” they commanded and I dropped to me knees like I was trained. Someone grabbed some of my hair and pulled me forward and I continued to walk on my knees forward until I felt them hit something metal. I reached out my hands to touch it. It was a circular or rounded metal tub of some sort. It had a bottom, and the sides were like a foot high. I figured out what it was – it was one of those watering troughs that you see at forms. I could tell from feeling of the galvanized metal. “Boy, you feel all the plastic on the ground. Did you feel it on the furniture too?” I tried again to grunt out a yes with no success. “That’s so everyone can have a really good time and not worry about all the fluids you’re about to experience all over and inside your body. And there is going to be a lot. If you feel like you need to piss, you’ll never be somewhere that you can’t just piss right where you’re at. Me and Jacob and Alex will make sure everything is fine otherwise, so just relax. You’re going to need to.” I randomly growled and in an excited, overwhelmed and completely energized and horned up way. Animalistic and raw, I wanted everything now, and my body was just pulsing and vibrating. I now had a raging erection and the tightness of the ball stretcher and cockring felt so good but so overwhelming. My dick felt harder than it had ever felt before and the constraints were making it feel even more intense. “Boy, there’s one more play space out in the backyard. It’s all set up but we’ll see if we get there depending on the weather. It’s nothing you’re not familiar with.” I started to be overtaken by the feelings and sensations I was experiencing, all within my own body, with no one touching me. My “grunts” of approval were becoming wilder and less constrained than before. I felt like if I just flexed my muscles enough, all of this gear would break to pieces and fly off my body, like when Adam raises his sword and says “By the Power of Grayskull, I have the POWER!” This is the level of raw, animalistic, primal and overwhelming energy that was flowing through my body. It wasn’t just vibrating, it was resonating – with myself, my desires, my environment, my Doms…the entire experience. But I still had no idea what actually was happening. I had figured out people were coming in addition to my Doms, there were multiple areas where piss action could occur, and I was geared up and prepared like I was going to be put on display for purchase. "Boy, you good?” I had sort of zoned out for a second just standing there, feeling my dick throb and my body warm and tingle. I honestly don’t know how long it had been since Ethan had last said anything. Ethan smacked my hard dick from the side and instantly, I was back with my feet on solid ground. I yelped loudly, mostly from the shock of it, but partly because my dick was so sensitive at that moment and the slap was not gentle. “We need to get you set up because I people will start arriving soon. Jacob, will you grab that?" That ended up being another harness, but this one, like the blindfold, was made of a synthetic material. Ethan put it on me very fast and then pulled back on one of the bands of the harness and snapped it like he had with the jock strap. "Boy, Crawl!" I dropped on to all fours, and he led me quickly across the room to the edge of the plastic tray beneath the Cage. He told me I needed to climb into the tray then in to the Cage. It was a slightly awkward maneuver, but I made it in and Jacob commanded "Boy, Down!" I lowered my shoulders arms and head down, raising my ass. I barely completed this when I felt the Humbler which was quickly put in place. They adjusted the Cage and the plastic tray underneath and latched or unlatched part of the cage – I couldn’t really tell. I then heard the Cage door by my head open. Either Ethan or Jacob reached one hand in and put it on the back of my head and with the other one, attached the plastic tube to the gag in my mouth. FUUUUUUCK! I am a certified piss lover, but of all the ways to love it, swallowing it was not my favorite. I’d often get stomach aches from it and would have to cut fuck sessions short. I paused to think about the gag in my mouth and what it would, or would not, force me to do. I moved my head side to side, touched the gag with my hand on both sides, and relaxed. I don’t think this gag was intended to make me force drink the piss, just to get it in my mouth. I was100% on board with that and loved having my mouth pissed in. I was hoping my hole on the other side was going to get filled though. There was a knock on the door and Ethan asked Jacob to go “welcome our guests.” It sounded like 4 or 5 people arrived all at once and they migrated to the living room at Jacob’s direction. I heard ice being dropped in to Solo cups, liquids being poured, the music was turned up substantially, but I could still hear the chatter from the living room. A few minutes later, some of the guests came in to the kitchen, apparently to check me out. “Wow, you have him alllll geared up, don’t you?” said one of the men. “What the fuck is that? Oh, holy shit. He’s gonna be a fucking urinal tonight?” said another. “What have you guys been up to so far? He looks like he’s been through at least a bit of a workout.” Asked the other man. “I wanna know the full plan for this party!” Jacob was in the room with my apparently and told the guys a brief description of the fucking, and toys and the piss fucking. The door knocked again. The two guests returned to the living room at Jacob’s direction while Jacob went to the door to greet more guests. Before Jacob got there, Alek’s opened the door on his own and walked in with what sounded like another five people. If two groups of five had arrived, plus the Doms, plus me, we now had 14 people in the house. It instantly reminded me of the sex party I had hosted now three months ago when instead of the four people I had invited, ended up with close to 25 because friends had brought friends. Though I had fun that night, it wasn’t really great for me. I had to switch from focusing just on fucking and getting fucked to being a host and making sure everyone was okay, hydrating, etc. I was overjoyed that I could just be the nasty piss pig center of attention and not worry about anything else but getting used. I was getting even more excited and I could feel my hole just naturally open up in anticipation. Alek’s walked the new guests in to the kitchen to take a look at the Boy in the cage. “This is Boy!” Alex said. He’s our sub. We’ve made is clear that he is to follow his Dom’s orders, which tonight includes making sure all of you leave very happy.” They collectively laughed. “Fuck that’s hot!” and “Fuck yeah!” came from two of the guests. One of the guests seemed to come closer to the cage and I could tell he was facing me. “Are you having fun, Boy? Are you enjoying yourself? You seem okay – are you okay?” I raised my hand up briefly and make the okay hand sign, shook my head yes, and grunted “yes sir” though no one could possible have known that’s what I intended. I felt a finger quickly move pass my ass cheeks and touch the outside of my hole. On the other end, someone was pulling slight on my hair and then running their fingers through it. “He’s gonna feel so good.” Aleks asked the guys to come out to the living room, grab some drinks because as Alex said, “the fun is about to begin.” As soon as they left, another three people came in with Jacob. I thought I had heard another knock on the door and the front door opening, but it was hard to pay attention to it while I was being groped and pet in the cage. I didn’t know for certain until one of them spoke, but this did seem to be a new group of people. “Are you ready to get that hole filled with piss, Boy?” Said one of the men, in a very low, bass voice. I honestly wanted to buck like a stallion I had so much energy inside, so I grunted somewhat wildly and tried to shake my ass but was quickly reminded of the Humbler and my inability to do so. I squealed as my balls were pulled hard. “You guys have literally hog tied this big. He can’t move for shit!” This group left and at this point I could hear that the living room had quite a few people, I couldn’t discern what was being discussed, but everyone seemed high energy. Ethan brought one last person to the doorway between the dining room and the living room. “Go ahead and give him a once over if you want to test it out before we get started.” Ethan said to the new man. “Nah, I’ll be getting plenty and I don’t want him at the start. I want him at the end.” “I won’t fight you for it, but that’s my favorite too!” Everyone seemed to have collected in the living room and from the sound of things they were faced towards the front of the house. Also based on sound it seemed like the Doms were standing right in front of the TV, facing towards the kitchen and where I was. There wasn’t much formality to this quick pre-game chat. Ethan started. “Glad you guys are here. Glad you could make it. We ended up with a few more people than we expected, but it’s gonna be awesome. Here’s what up… The guy in the cage is Boy. Nothing that has happened to him since early this afternoon did he know would happen until he got here. He and I have been dating, I invited him over for some drinks, and after several hours of warming him up…” Jacob cut Ethan off… “Boy has been dildo fucked, dick fucked, throat fucked, buttplug fucked, piss fucked, tied up….and nearly the entire time he’s been blindfolded so he hasn’t seen shit.” The guests were stirring a little bit, a couple of “fuck yeah”’s could be heard. “He doesn’t even know what this guy right here looks like.” (I assume he was pointing to Alex). “Bro (assume he was talking to Ethan now), don’t sell yourself short. That Boy in there is really to get used and used good. That’s all you man! Ethan continued, “So first of all, drinks are over there. Help yourself. Your urinal is currently in the cage so use as you need to and as often as you can. If you need anything else, the bathroom is through the kitchen. It’s easy to find.” “So, here’s how we have things organized. Obviously, we ‘ve got one Boy, and a helluva lot of you. What we did was set up four stations…the first is warming the Boy up in his Cage, his house. He’s pretty much locked down in there – I think ya’ll have seen. The cage is small enough he can’t really move. On top of that, the cage door in front of his head is closed, and behind, he’s got the Humbler on which yanks on his balls as he tries to move away from whatever is working his hole. And he can’t really pull back from the front cuz we also have his collar attached to the cage. There are plenty of dildos and plugs on the table next to the cage. You can use those or your dick or both. Shoot a load in him if you want, but we’ve got more chances to do that next. If you get on this station, your job is to work the hell out of the Boy and get him ready for everything else. So don’t go easy. We do want him to go the distance though, so the goal is to work him hard, but not TKO him…so, ya know…fuck him how you’d wanna be fucked…or whatever! Just don’t destroy him…. that happens a few days from now.” I don’t know how to describe the sound I heard from the living room at this point, but it sounded more like hungry animals who could smell food and were hungry but couldn’t’ reach the food. It waw at this point where I wondered whether I was supposed to be hearing this, or not. Everything up to this point I didn’t find out about until it was actually happening. Did they mean for me to hear this or did someone forget to put in earphones or something to block me from hearing it. Was Ethan trying to throw me a bone by letting me hear? “Oh, and before I forget, and this applies to wherever the Boy is…if you gotta take a piss, and you’re not in him or whatever, do whatever the fuck you want. Piss on him, take one of his holes if it’s available. Whatever. I told him he’d love the smell of his jock by the end of the night, so let’s get that soaked too.” More audible but not necessarily loud man sounds from the living room. “When we’re done with him there, we’re gonna move him to that table.” I could hear people shuffle over the sheathing presumably to look in to the dining room and see table Ethan was talking about. “So, this is the fuck round where we give him as many loads as we can. He’ll be on his back on the table, and we’ll have his legs up and strapped to that pole. His hole will be totally open. If you need to piss, his mouth will be open. We’ll get him cumfilled here for a bit and then move on to get him piss fucked.” “The Boy will be moved in here, on all fours, ready to take more dick. Time to get him filled with piss. We’ve got a buttplug that attaches to the urinal from the cage that will be in him which you can use, or you can pull that out and fill and fuck him, your call. If you’re in to filling him up, then fucking it out, then cumming in him – this is a good place to do it. Like before if you gotta piss and you’re not using his holes, then you can do that here too.” “We’ll see how the weather goes but after this we were gonna go outside for a bit where we have a similar setup to this. We’ll play that by ear, otherwise we can see where everyone is at and where they wanna put him for the final round.” “So that’s about it. We were going to pass out these cards to everyone. If you have a star on your card, it means you get first call at each of the station…. that could be you go first, last, whatever you want. I personally always love going last, some dudes like to go first. But just go with the flow. There’s plenty of him to use.” “It goes without saying, but there’s a shit ton of water and drinks over there, try to water round as much as possible. We need to get the Boy flooded. The three of us are here if you need anything or if you need us to address anything so just let us know. Raise your hand if you don’t wanna yell across the room – one of us will be in each room, so we’re here!” “Two last things, the Boy doesn’t know who any of you are, doesn’t know how we found you and he unless you reveal your identity he never will. What you say to him is up to you, but we do ask that you keep everything confidential that happens here. Second, we told everyone that we were not providing condoms for this event and that we would prefer 100% bareback. If you really want to use a condom, we hope you brought you, but again, we’d prefer you not. Everyone grab some more water and head over to the kitchen.” It seemed immediately odd to me that everyone was meant to come in to the kitchen. Given the estimated 20 people that were here, I imagined it would feel a little cramped. It seemed like people had stopped filling in and I felt hands reaching through the doors in the front of the back of the cage and, to my surprise, start rubbing me and reaching to my nipples from the TOP of the cage. That’s what I had heard…they had taken the top off the cage, presumably so more people would have access. I honestly couldn’t focus on anything, so it felt like everything was happening all at once and I wasn’t even sure what “everything was.” Whoever was behind me began rubbing my hole and I could feel he was lubing me up but taking his time. There were at least two people next to the cage. One was rubbing my back, reaching around to grab my nipples, and occasional pull on my dick, and the other was pulling on my hair. I could hear others in the room – there was a combination of people continuing to make drinks and others that you could tell were both suck and stroking dicks. The man behind me had lubed up my hole substantially and had started to finger me with two fingers initially. “Fuck Boy, your hole has gotten some work done today, hasn’t it?” I could tell my hole was far more relaxed and looser than it was when I first arrived, not so m any hours ago. “You like my fingers up there, stretching your hole open?” I grunted. I felt worthless responding, but my sounds and muffled moaning seemed to provide the encouragement needed. “I bet you want something else up there to open you up, right?” Someone slightly further said. The guy who had been pulling my hair had stopped so maybe it was him. While my hole was getting fingered, I continued to have my body rubbed, my nipples pulled, and my dick pulled by the guy who had been doing it this whole time. The guy behind me had pulled his finger out and I heard what sounded like a dildo or toy being lubed up – more accurately, I heard the sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle and the gurgling sound it makes. My hole was craving something to fill it, and I wanted that dildo in there now, getting me ready for me. My attention was snapped back immediately to the side of the Cage where my head was. The guy standing by the piss bucket urinal said, “Boy, do you really like piss? You want my piss?” I groaned with approval. As did the other guys in the kitchen. It started slow at first - a few spurts dripping down the tube and into my mouth. I’d had my mouth pissed in many times, but never with a mouth gag and never like this. So, I couldn’t tell if he was fully unloading his piss or this was just him getting started… I thought to myself “fuck, I can handle this!” and in my mind I sounded almost cocky. And then, my cockiness was immediately wiped away when he began to fully unload what sounded like a fast and high-volume stream of hot piss into the urinal. I was almost immediately flooded. The piss exited the back of the tube in the gag and hit my throat, and even though I did try to swallow some, I couldn’t because it was flowing so fast. I could hear his piss hit the side of the plastic urinal – a very unmistakable sound – and the occasional drops of piss would splash out and hit my head, my neck and my shoulders. This guy seemed to have one of those piss streams you see in pornos – like he was using a firehose to shoot his piss into me. The mat underneath me was now wet, I could smell the piss all over my face, and eventually, after what seemed like minutes, he stopped. “Oh my God Boy, you fucking love my piss. Nasty piss pig.” I was doing my best to keep my body still through all of this, but it was hard not to recoil from the onslaught of piss flowing into me and only when it stopped did I realize how much my balls had been yanked on and pulled by the Humber. In fact, they were still being yanked, and I realized I was not in the right position to avoid additional abuse by the Humbler. Had it just been for the power washing of piss I had just received, adjusting would have been achievable. But at the very same time, my ass was getting worked by the guy behind me. The guy behind me had been playing with my hole the entire time. He started by putting the head of a larger dildo in my hole, pushing it in, then pulling it out, over and over and over. It was an intense experience clearly designed to open my hole and get it ready for the additional onslaught of dick ahead. My brain was so overwhelmed between the piss waterfall, the hole stretching and my balls being pulled relentlessly that I don’t think it could process any one of them completely. So as intense as it all was individually, my brain seemed to tune out parts what it couldn’t handle – like the intense sensations I was experiencing everywhere. It’s as though my body had given me a numbing agent and a muscle relaxer. The cessation of piss flowing in to my mouth meant that instead of the piss already in my mouth being ejected out, it just sort of sat in my mouth. My balls were still being pulled hard, and the guy behind me was pushing me further forward with each insertion of the dildo, causing my balls to get yanked even more. FOCUS, BOY! FOCUS! I said to myself. I had to figure out how to get my body back in position. The guy behind me decided it was time for me to have the whole dildo worked in to my hole and he wasted no time jamming it in. I screamed through the gay, ejecting some of piss in my mouth at the moment I felt the tip of the dildo hit my prostate. I tried to leap forward but the Humbler yanked my balls so hard I immediately fell back to position. The guy behind me decided it was time for me to have the whole dildo up my hole, and he wasted no time jamming it in. I screamed through the gag, ejecting some of the piss and I felt the tip of the dildo hit my prostate and I tried to leap forward but yanked my balls so hard I immediately got back in to position. Somehow, the dildo attack had managed to get me back to the proper position. I think I heard the piss guy leave the room and right about then I also heard the front door open, footsteps, and then close. It wasn’t just one set of footsteps but a few. FUUUUUCK! I thought – I didn’t know how I was going to survive the guys that were already here and if more just arrived I wasn’t sure I could make it. I was only one dildo and one load of piss, and I was already having challenges. I heard the door open and shut again and two people enter. I think Jacob sensed that I might be worried about the door opening and shutting and what it meant. He had been standing over in the corner of the kitchen the entire time, monitoring and making sure I was okay. He came over to the cage, while a new guy positioned himself at the urinal and my ass continued to get fucked with the dildo. He knocked on my back with his knuckles and said, “Don’t worry Boy, it’s all good. Just a little shuffle.” This put me at ease. I could trust Jacob, and I trusted his assessment of the situation and his word. I noticed that it was somewhat quieter in the house. I was focused on getting fucked by the dildo my mind wandered – did people leave? Were they grossed out by me…or what we were doing? Was I not attractive enough? Jacob’s hand was flat on my back while my hole was getting pummeled repeatedly by the dildo. The guy behind me had been replaced by someone else. I knew this because the way they used the dildo was completely different, and the new guy had said “you sure you don’t wanna drop your load” to which the first guy said “no, man, I’m gonna wait until he’s got more loads in there.” The new dildo guy made round, aggressive circles with the base while it was inside of me, pulling my hole in every direction, working every single millimeter of the circumference of my hole. He’d occasionally thrust it in and hit my prostate, causing me to jump forward and the Humbler would remind me to keep my ass presented for this work... Still getting stretched, I felt warm piss hit the back of my throat again and unlike the first time, this was full power right from the start. “That’s my fucking hot piss in your mouth pig. Gonna give you some more.” The guy in front of me said. He reached down and yanked my hair, causing more piss to gush out the side of my mouth gag. This guy didn’t piss nearly as long as the first guy, but as he was finishing, took the opportunity to soak my hair and back with his piss. The guy behind me loved the fact that piss was flowing down my back and on to my hole and decided he was ready to shoot his load. He pulled the dildo out and I remember the distinct sound of hearing it flop on to the kitchen floor. “Are you gonna drop you load now, Dude?” Jacob asked the guy. “Yeah, I wanna fuck a load in him so I’ve got some time to recharge for number 2.” “Alright, let me get him in position.” Jacob moved to the back of the cage and reached around my hips and pulled me firmly, so my knees were on the tray that the cage was in, my ass presented fully, and my face and torso still largely in the cage. I could feel the smaller door opening touch my sides. “Does that work!” “Fuck yeah, that will do! You got any piss for the Boy?” Let’s get some more piss on him and I’ll fuck him. Jacob didn’t have time to answer because some other guy in the room stepped forward and began unloading on my lower back, while the guy behind me got his dick in position and shoved his dick in my hole. The piss continued, taking a lot of time to continue soaking my hole while I was getting fucked, and then added to the rest of the piss on my upper body, hair, face and back. “That’s one hot fucking piss pig we got here.” The piss guy said when he finished. “Fucking hot!” A minute later, I would hear him walk out into the main area. The guy behind me continued to fuck me in very consistent quickening rhythm and I could tell he was getting close because he was breathing quicker and moving faster. I was covered in piss – the mat was waterproof, so piss was pooled all over the place and my face was pushed in to it. My hair was dripping. My body was coated. I could feel my jockstrap start to cool off from being soaked with piss as well. The guy continued for a minute longer until he grunted and with no words to warm be, went balls deep and start shooting his load. Guys from both doorways were watching, I had heard them and when the top came, they all let out some form of “fuck yeah” or “breed the Boy.” “Nice hole Boy. You like my load in there?” I grunted and he pulled his dick out and walked out of the room. I let out a long breath through the gag. For the first time in many minutes, I didn’t have my hole, mouth, or balls enduring some type of stimulation. I took several more deep breaths. Was there more in the cage? Too much more piss and I was going to drown in the puddle on the mat. Jacob tapped his knuckles on my back again. “You good Boy?” I grunted happily. “Let’s get you out of where for a while. You’ve got a lot more coming.” Jacob released the Humbler from my balls. I don’t think I have ever felt a better sense of relief. He detached the tubing from my gag and also removed my gag. He put his arm under my shoulder and lifted me up, then helped me step out of the cage. At first, I could barely stand, I was wobbly. But I got my bearings and Jacob moved me in to the Dining room towards the “fuck table.” I could hear people all around me, the striking of dick, sucking of dick. There was porn and music playing. It smelled like men, and sex, and testosterone, and this really pure, sweet clean smell of piss. “Good job, Boy” on the other side of me from Jacob, was Ethan, putting his arm under my other arm. “Jacob and I are going to put you on this table. Count of three were gonna pull you up. Just sit where we put you.” They lifted me up on the table and told me to lay on my back. I could tell that my feet were pointing towards the vertical poles. They pulled my body down until my hole was at the very edge of the table and both Ethan and Jacob had one of my ankles in their hands. I felt the leather restraints I had worn earlier wrap around my ankles and the fastener get closed. My legs were pulled back towards my torso, and I heard the restraints get attached to the vertical poles, spread apart so there was even better access to my hole. It felt good to relax my body somewhat, but I then realized exactly how open to every man there both of my holes were. I could feel myself getting harder. I finally had the ability to speak and all I could think of to say was, “Fuck yeah. I’m ready!”

I completed a limited version of this recently. I went into a convenience store with a shirt that was obviously CUM stained. Though it was all dry and not really visible, my face was covered in dry piss and CUM. There was a mature female clerk and though she didn't say anything, I know she had to have seen the CUM stains on my shirt. It was a big turn on. Now I just need to do it fully, with visible CUM on my face.

Great saga man. Immediately brought a steel hardon with your writing style. I'd say if it doesnt take this time bring along some of his dad's soon to be poz brothers to up the pure loads from Steve's strain, taking massive loads of Steve's other poz sons for a full weekend.

Live near Janesville. I’d drive to join

I enjoy poppers but when I'm bottoming, I find I have to take a hit before getting mounted. It does relax me but I find it really hard to get a second hit right before the top comes. Too much motion and not enough coordination....

I wouldn’t have to pretend…. I have never fucked a pussy … but would love to experience it some time …. But being totally gay myself, it would need to be a guy like this …. A hot young guy …. who just happens to have a pussy instead of a cock

Damn …. If you ever get the chance to…. Would love to read more of our hero’s adventures…,

What's happening with bareback bastards? For a few days now, the videos don't start. The most important thing there. The rest seems ok

…several years ago, Kevin came to live with me here in Ohio. he was trying to limit his usage and he stayed with me for four months here in Akron. Although we had a falling out and have not spoken since he left ive always hoped he would find peace, Kevin was actually a very nice person when he was not using. I got to see the real guy when we were at the gym or out on a bike ride. Kevin was actually a very nice person, sadly he had a lot of trauma and hurt. I hope he finds peace where ever he is now. He will be missed. nick roberts aka Robb

I am glad I finally got a chance to read the whole thing through again. I appreciate the time and care you both are putting into this.

His drug supply excuses do fall short when he has recently PARDONED a cartel head who was convicted & sentenced to 40yrs. It would appear that he is just a "Nasty little boy pissed off that he didn't receive the most expensive Christmas present". It just gauls me that Trump, Netanyahu & Putin are still running around, being allowed to cause chaos & NOBODY has yet even tried to "kidnap" any of them. Kidnapping might be a too soft solution 😂😂😂😂.