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That sounds hot I'd love to felch a few of their loads out of your ass maybe you suck a few out of my hole?????slurpp

My breathing technique has enabled me to quickly adjust and take bigger and thicker cocks than I would have once been able to handle. In recent times I've been complimented a number of times by guys, with "great arse". Considering it was usually in a darkroom, I assume they mean my hole rather than my cheeks. 🙂

Headed to Florence for a month on Friday. Can't wait to get as much Italian dick as possible.

Hot quickie

@jd13 You are a ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ bottom.

Hot pic sexy fkr

have anyone here been to this party before? I wanna check the one in the black easter even. Im into pig, ws, etc what type of crowd is there? lots of watersports?

Sensory deprivation from being blindfolded and just a hole to be used is something I enjoy 1on1 and with someone I trust I love getting gangbanged by men he chooses. I find it a freeing and relaxing experience having no connection with whoever is fucking me.

I can be sure of my hole's skills from the number of tops who would keep coming back, with some for several years. A few months ago at Steamworks-Toronto I took 5 loads total, but 2 from the same guy. He must have liked my hole because there were many other holes available for breeding. My skill is simple. Because my goal is always to provide the top with a good time, finishing with a breeding, I'm always in tune with what the top is feeling. Guys' cocks are different, some need for friction than others. But my main focus is on the breeding itself, making sure that the top feels comfortable so he can stay inside. I never "squeeze the cum out" as some bottoms like to do. Instead, I open up and let the top look for what he needs once he's coming. I once had a fuck buddy who when he was breeding my hole, his entire body would hurt so he would ask me not to touch him while he filled my hole with his cum.

One of the benefits of fucking in darkrooms (I mean really dark rooms), is that what some would call "unattractive" men (for all kinds of excuses) are not easily visible. I mean, "feel-your-way" darkrooms; "slide-your-feet-instead-of-taking-steps" kinds of darkrooms, because there are men down there taking loads, and you can't see them. Just because some men are never going to make the cover of Raw Porn Weekly doesn't mean they don't need - or deserve - their share of Cocks. I know I might as well go outside and howl at the moon - every guy likes to fuck good-looking men - but tons of plain-looking guys can show the "good-lookin crowd" a thing or three anytime.

I quite agree, to our collective sorrow.

did they party? i wish you got slammed n they fucked you hard

"Because showing up matters". Well said. It's the first step to any constructive engagement; if we don't bother to show up, who's to blame when nothing gets done?

would love to be breed BARE byu any horney top poz or neg as long as they cum deep in my holes.. want to be ganged by a group as dont need to know who . ANY LOAD AND ANY cock . Can travel some

I was sucking my swim instructor's cock regularly for about 3 months when I was 8, he was about 30 and I really liked him as much as I liked sucking his cock and the rest. I fooled around with a couple friends my age from then but I learnt how to suck cock properly and when I was 12 with my 16 year old cousin. He was totally my type, hairy, hung and full of delicious cum

In the 1990's, when I was in excellent shape, I really enjoyed getting bred by ugly guys at the sauna. At first, they would hesitate to come into my room afraid that I would reject them, and were surprised that I accepted. I remember an older guy with a hump at the local sauna who once he bred me a first time, if he was there I knew I was getting his load.

This is so hot, a breeding session at a cruising park: [think before following links] https://barebackbastards.com/84465/fucking-in-public-park/

I'm going to visit Ft Lauderdale in May, looking for Top Doms that what to use me and hang out. I'm thinking of making it my new home--open to longterm Master.

It not really about risk for me, it's about what I've come to associate with pure-pleasure. It's all about what I learned in my first experiences with men, which were always much more older than me—they were in command, I learned to obey, get more pleasure from taking care of the needs of men and not caring so much about what happens to me--as long as they are happy. And I keep seeking that feeling of bliss I got from those early experiences.

I'm here right now. What can you recommend with some POZ loads? 💦💦☣️ I will be there until next Monday (21.04.)

Part 5: A New Life With the truth loudly declared, and after only a couple of minutes of fucking me, Tyke slammed in and unloaded in my hole. My head, meanwhile, went into overdrive. “You’re poz?!” I squealed, all while his dick throbbed inside me. “Yes, we are toxic” said Giftig, suddenly giving my nipple a squeeze. At that point my brain basically shut down. I didn’t panic, I didn’t resist, I didn’t hopelessly try to escape. I just shut down. It was like I was outside my body now looking on, as Tyke withdrew and Giftig took his position. I just lay there as the older man’s thicker cock stretched me wider, and I said or did nothing as he fucked me roughly until he too unloaded what I now knew to be toxic cum into me. I remained there, just existed there, unable to really react as Tyke then stepped back up for a second round having already regained an erection. I just lay there as they left the room for a while, coming back eventually smelling of cigarettes and carrying some drinks. I was on some kind autopilot as Tyke gave me a few sips of water from a bottle, followed by Giftig sliding into me for his second pozzing of my hole of the evening. After that fuck, they released me from the sling and helped me stand up. Tyke handed me the bottle of water to drink from, and then Giftig gave me a glass of rum. Tyke draped a dressing gown over my shoulders, they both put one on themselves, and then they walked me back out into the living area and out on the balcony. Tyke lit up two cigarettes again and handed me one, and then they just looked at me as I smoked. “Why?” I eventually asked, speaking softly. They both hesitated, with even Giftig looking uncharacteristically unsure, before Tyke started talking and laid it all out for me. It turned out they had recognised me at the festival, having seen me at the front of the crowd in Panarica gawping at them on many previous occasions, and it just so happened that I was exactly what they were looking for. Tyke, it transpired, was feeling increasingly unhappy being solely a bottom in their relationship, and while they were happy to play with others to deal with this, he realised that what he actually wanted was a partner he could top. They had settled on the idea of bringing a third into their relationship, but had both wanted to be the ones to ‘make’ that guy. They had talked about me, realising long before I did that I wanted them, and Tyke had rather taken a liking to how I looked. They weren’t sure I was the one, obviously, but Tyke in particular had connected well with me at the cottage and decided I was worth pursuing. Where they might have suggested I go and get some PEP immediately after the festival if there had not been that connection, they knew they wanted me to be their new boy. What, it turned out, they were planning to offer me was that I move in with them. I could have the smaller guest room as my own, but I would be sleeping with one or both of them most of the time. I would keep working to have my own money, but would not have to pay rent or anything as I was there as the third member of a throuple in a wealthy household where no more income was needed. Furthermore, they would help get me started in the DJ world, if I wanted to move away from doing manual labour to something that was clearly a passion of mine. In short, they wanted me to be with them, and they wanted to make my dreams come true. It was all a lot to take in, and a long silence followed after Tyke finished. They did not feel the need to say anything more, and just kept me supplied with cigarettes and rum as I slumped into one of the balcony sofas and thought about what was happening to me. Obviously the alcohol loosened me up, but the clincher came when Tyke eventually moved to sit right next to me and put his arm round me. I leaned over and rested my head against his neck, and immediately began to realise that I did actually want this. I wanted to be theirs. Not because of the DJ opportunities, the fancy apartment, the chains or any of that. I wanted to be with Tyke. I wanted to get to know Giftig more now that I had seen glimpses of his softer side. I wanted this. “Yes” I said, rather quietly. “Yes?” Tyke whispered. “Yes” I said again, a little louder. “That is good” said Giftig, leaning over and gently rubbing my thigh. “I’m scared” I said. “Don’t be” said Tyke, squeezing me gently. “We will look after you.” I shifted my position to be able to turn my head to look up at him, and then pushed forward to plant my lips on his. He kissed me back deeply, before I pulled away and sat up properly, turning to face Giftig. He shuffled forward and off his chair so that he was kneeling in front of me, and I leaned forward and our lips met. He reached around and put his hand on the back of my head to pull me in for a deep kiss, his natural dominance being evident. As we kissed, Tyke shuffled forward next to me so he could put his other arm on Giftig’s shoulder, and then as we pulled back from the kiss he leaned in himself and took over the kissing of his boyfriend. Then he turned and kissed me again, before leaning back and looking between us with a smile on his face. “I’m getting cold” he said. “How about we go back inside and warm up?” He was not, of course, talking about just going and sitting indoors. Mere minutes later I was strapped to a padded bench in the playroom getting spitroasted, and then later on I was back in the sling but without my wrists held in place this time so I could lean forward and touch their tattooed torsos or rub my own dick after freeing it from the jockstrap. Then, after a shower together in their huge en suite, we went to bed to sleep. I nodded off with my face close to Tyke’s and Giftig’s thick cock lodged inside me, and in the early hours I was woken up to him beginning to fuck me again. After he had blown another poz load in me, Tyke had me turn and lie on my front so he could slide in and gently fuck - or perhaps even make love - to me while Giftig gently stroked my head. More sleep followed, and then late morning we were back in the shower for a sensual chain-fuck under the hot water. Tyke cooked us an amazing brunch after that, and we talked about what was to come, both in terms of me moving in as well as my eventual but inevitable conversion. They put my mind at ease on that front, so that I focused my rising panic on the process of talking to my mum. I won’t bore you with the details of the next week, nor the conversations with both of my uncles as they were called upon by my mum to try, as they saw it, to talk some sense into me. Things were definitely strained with my family when I eventually loaded my stuff into Giftig’s SUV and left home, but I figured they would get used to my various bombshells eventually. I did not, of course, talk at all about my looming conversion, and decided I probably never would. I wanted them to know I was gay, but they did not need to know about the HIV when it eventually became part of me. I had only been living with the guys for a couple of days when I started to feel like shit. They nursed me through the flu, and then when I was mostly better Tyke took me to a clinic to confirm the result. However, what surprised me a little was his encouragement to get the prescriptions and treatment regime I needed, and on the way back he told me that he and Giftig were going to go back on meds too. “I’m not saying we’ll not occasionally want to go back to sharing with others who want it from us” he said, “but I want us to be happy and healthy together for a while so we can figure all this out.” Life settled down, with me continuing to do the landscaping thing by day, while learning more from Tyke and even occasionally Giftig on how to DJ properly by night. Through them I eventually got a regular gig in a club in Watford, choosing the name DJ Tamulus after a type of pale scorpion I found online. After a few months there I managed to get a gig as an occasional stand-in at a venue in Camden, where I was so well-received by the crowd that the owners took me on full-time to replace one of their regulars when she decided to move to Ibiza. That started to bring in enough that I was able to quit landscaping, and the extra time I had really gave me the boost I needed to properly focus on getting better as a DJ. Tyke said I was a natural, and I soon started getting properly noticed now that was at a more respected venue. It wasn’t long before Giftig managed to get Panarica interested, and barely a year after my trip to the festival, I was rostered on as the newest of the house DJs there. My style seemed to fit perfectly as the warm-up for Giftig and Tyke, so our lives got very convenient thereafter. That brings me to today, as I lie here writing this from a trailer at the old airfield where my life changed just two years ago. I have already done my first set at the festival, and am just waiting for G&T (as I call them) to finish with theirs. We’ll have an hour or so before I’m due back on stage, so I’m here on my front with a buttplug inserted so that they can just have at me when they get back. I love my life. I love my tattoos. I love my chains. I love my job. I love Giftig. I particularly love Tyke. And, I have realised, I love that I carry a bit of both of them in me wherever I go. They set me free, they gave me everything, and I could not be happier. But I best go, as I can hear their set has ended which means I am about to be the hog in an adrenaline-fuelled spit roast. Bring it on… THE END

Would love for a few old ugly men to have their way with me 😵

Part 4: The Penthouse The week seemed to grind by, as I slogged away on a new garden layout in Hampstead while I felt my well-used arse get less tender with each passing day. Friday evening finally rolled around, and after getting home, showering and lying on my bed for a bit to recover after work, I got myself ready to go out. By then I had managed to get to a sex shop after work one evening to pick up some supplies, so I was able to clean out my hole, pop in a buttplug and then put on a jockstrap, so that I would be ready for Giftig and Tyke whenever and wherever they decided to pick up where we’d left off on the Sunday. I donned my boots, jeans, a black tank top and jacket, and headed off to Panarica. When I got there I was a bit nervous at first, but sure enough I was on the list and was let in a separate door that led to the VIP area on one side of the floor near the stage. I felt a bit out of place there, so just got myself the occasional rum and coke and otherwise stood at the edge of the area where I had the best view of the stage. Just before Giftig and Tyke were due on as the main DJ act, I felt my phone buzz with a message: Be ready to go when we’re done, and we’ll meet you at the door next to the bar. T My heart started racing, but I texted back a thumbs up and then got myself another drink to steady my nerves. I then didn’t drink anything more as I watched them come on stage and immediately whip the crowd into a frenzy with their awesome set. Each of them gave me the occasional look, and I even saw Giftig smile and wink at me at one point. I couldn’t help but marvel at how much my life had changed in the last week. As their set reached its climax, I went over to the bar and found the door Tyke had mentioned. Not wanting to appear suspicious I stood a little way away from it and cheered with the crowd as the set ended, and then just moments later the door opened and Tyke partially came through. He saw me and motioned for me to follow him through, so I hurried after him and down a long corridor backstage that led to a back door. Giftig was already waiting in the SUV, so I climbed in the back and we set off. They both wound down their windows and lit up cigarettes, so I decided it was OK to do the same and have my first smoke in a few hours. Then we settled back as we drove to a modern development pretty close to Canary Wharf, where Giftig took the car into an underground car park. From there we headed through some doors into a loft lobby, and took the elevator up to the top floor where there were only two apartments on the small corridor. We went inside one of them, and my mouth dropped open at the sheer size and luxury of the place. It was open plan with marble floors and stylish fittings and furniture, and windows all around with amazing views of the river and the skyscrapers nearby. Tyke headed straight over to a set of doors out into a large balcony, and I followed him out while Giftig disappeared into a small corridor off which there were a few doors. “Wow” I said, as I stood next to Tyke and took in the view. “I know” he said, as he lit up two cigarettes and then handed me one. “It never gets old.” “You guys must be loaded” I said. “G is” chuckled Tyke. “I’m just along for the ride.” Tyke and I chatted for a little bit while we smoked, before Giftig joined us outside. I did not turn around when I heard him come outside as I was watching a plane coming in low over the skyscrapers. However, he almost immediately reached around from behind me and grabbed hold of my jacket collar, pulling it back to take it off me. I moved my arms to allow him to successfully remove it, and then heard it drop to the floor. I was about to turn around when a very large silver chain descended into view as Giftig lifted it over my head and down onto my chest. It was much bigger than the one I had worn at the cottage, and it felt very heavy when it came to rest on my torso and he fastened it behind my neck. He then gripped my hand and turned me round, gently pulling my arm towards him. Tyke then reached over and placed a huge bracelet on my wrist, which Giftig fastened underneath, and then they did the same with the other wrist. These pieces were huge, although still not as big as what each of them was wearing. “For you” said Giftig. “What?” I asked. “He means they’re now yours” said Tyke, causing my mouth to drop open. “What?” I asked again. “They are for you” said Giftig, giving me a rare smile. “I like you in chains.” I stammered as I tried to take in what he was saying, causing them both to laugh. “Come on” said Tyke, “let’s go and give you some more gifts.” He went inside, but before Giftig could follow I grabbed his wrist. He turned to face me, and I leaned in and gave him a deep kiss. He was a bit rigid, possibly startled, at first, but then put his hand on the back of my head and took over as the dominant one. He then pulled back with a smile on his face. “Thank you” I said softly, “I don’t know what to say.” “I am happy that you like them” he replied, with a grin forming. “Now you can show me that you thank me.” We went inside and headed down the corridor, passing an open door to an opulent master bedroom until we reached another one that had been set up for playing. I gawped at the way it was decorated, with pictures of stylised scorpions all over the place, black leather furniture everywhere, a whole shelf lined with dildos, and all sorts of other kinky stuff. In the centre was a big metal frame with a leather sling hanging from it, and Tyke’s position next to it and the look on his face told me that this is where they wanted me. I quickly stripped until I was just wearing my jock and the new chains, and then walked over to Tyke. He turned me round and helped me lift up onto the end of the leather sling, and then I lay back and shuffled into a position he was happy with. They each then took a leg and raised it up, securing my ankles with a thick padded leather cuff hanging from each chain. They then did the same with my wrists, albeit those were secured onto the chains with hooks that they slipped under my new bracelets. My heart was racing as I realised I was securely locked in place, and all I could do was watch as they each stripped naked and then helped each other dress into the same leather gear they had worn in the cottage, with the addition of black leather chaps this time. Tyke then took up position by my hole, crouched down out of sight, and then caused me to both jump and moan out loud as he pulled out the small buttplug and then began to lick and finger my hole. Given the plug had kept me loosened up he did not waste much time with the foreplay though, and after only a couple of minutes he stood back up, pressed his cock to my hole, and pushed in. “Oh yeah” I groaned, “fuck me.” “Yeah?” Tyke said. “You want us to fuck you?” “Yeah” I panted, arching my back up a bit and closing my eyes as he started to slowly slide in and out of me. “You want us to fill you with cum again?” he continued. “Yeah” I moaned, “I want you to breed me all night!” I rested my back down on the sling again and opened my eyes to look at him, right as he and Giftig were exchanging a grin with each other. “You like our tattoos” asked Giftig from next to me, causing me to turn my head and look at the scorpion on his torso. “Yeah” I panted, as Tyke began to increase in speed. “You want one yourself?” Giftig asked, reaching out and rubbing his hand on my torso. “Yeah” I panted again. “Good” he said. “We will make sure you get one.” “Because” said Tyke, through gritted teeth as he hammered away at me, “it means we’re poz, and soon you will be too!”

Part 3: The Cottage Eventually we pulled into the car park of what looked like an old mansion, but Giftig kept driving through it and got the car onto a driveway leading into the estate. Some way into the site we reached a set of cottages, and he stopped the car in front of one of them. We all climbed out and headed inside, where I saw that it was actually a large and modern one-bedroom apartment that seemed to be set up as hotel accommodation. “We shower” said Giftig, before disappearing into the bedroom and closing the door. Tyke watched him go, and then went back outside and lit up a cigarette on the path up to the cottage. Not knowing what else to do, I followed him out and lit one up myself. “When you said you were in a hotel, I thought you meant a Travelodge or something” I said quietly, causing Tyke to grin. “G would rather drive back overnight than stay in one of those” he said. “Are you two… together?” I asked. “Yeah” said Tyke. “We don’t make a big deal about it, and most people think we’re just a DJ double-act.” “I did too” I said. “But we’re open” he continued. “We play with others, sometimes together, sometimes alone.” “Cool” I said. “What about you?” he asked. “You got a boyfriend?” “I, er, I didn’t know I was into men” I said, after a pause. “Until tonight.” “You mean we were your first?” he asked. “Yeah” I said. “Then the security guards.” “Sorry about that” he said, the grin gone from his face. “G likes to keep those guys sweet with the occasional gift.” “It was OK” I said. “I kind of liked it.” “Guess we found ourselves a proper cumdump” Tyke chuckled, though I could not help but cough at hearing myself described in that way. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, just enjoy that you’ve found out who you are.” We stood in silence for a little bit finishing off our cigarettes, but with no sign of Giftig we both lit up another. We started talking about music, what it was like being a DJ, and my own love of the whole scene. For a moment I almost forgot why I was really there, instead revelling in the opportunity to talk to someone I really admired about his work and his passions. However, the sounds of Giftig emerging from the bedroom brought me back down to earth. “My turn” said Tyke, stubbing out the last of his cigarette and heading inside to go and shower. I stood there on the path for a little longer, before going back inside. Giftig was opening bottles of beer, and handed me one when he saw me approach. “Drink” he said, “then you shower.” “OK” I replied, before taking a swig of beer. “Then we go to bed” he said. “Tomorrow we stay here, and drive back on Sunday. You can stay.” “You mean all weekend?” I asked. “Yes” Giftig replied, before striding past me and out the door to light a cigarette. I stood there for a moment, my heart suddenly racing at the prospect of potentially being used all day by these two men, but I then fished my phone out of my pocket and emailed my mum to say that I had met some people and was going to stay another night. It was far too late at night to text her, but I knew she would be checking her email as she always did every morning, so figured that would be enough. Then I put my phone back in my pocket and, despite having just smoked two with Tyke, went outside to have another cigarette with Giftig. We did not speak at all while I was out there, with him instead coming to stand next to me and rub his hand on my arse while we smoked. It was such a turn-on, further cementing for me that I was clearly gay. Tyke took a lot less time in the shower than Giftig had, and when he appeared by the door with just a towel round him, we went inside and I headed for the bedroom. I stripped naked, then went into the bathroom and got in the shower. After getting myself clean, I got out and used a hand towel to get dry as they had already used and soaked the two larger ones. I then opened the bathroom door and went out into the bedroom completely naked. I was somewhat taken aback to see they had both put on some other accessories alongside their huge silver chains, with Tyke wearing a thick leather collar and matching cuffs on his wrists and ankles, while Giftig was now wearing a leather harness and a black leather Muir cap. Sitting on the bed was a black leather jock, as well as a very chunky silver chain and matching bracelets. “My older set” said Tyke, noticing me looking at the jewellery. “Put it all on.” I did as instructed, slipping the jock on before donning the chains, amazed at how heavy they felt despite being smaller than what either of the other two men was wearing. “Nice” said Tyke. “On the bed” said Giftig. I climbed on the bed on all fours, and they positioned themselves at either end of me. With only a minimal fingering of my hole to loosen it up again, I soon had Giftig buried inside me while I opened my mouth to swallow Tyke’s cock. I moaned around the cock down my throat as Giftig began to pound me hard, and Tyke eventually pulled out of my mouth to let me take a few huffs of poppers. Then he presented his cock to me again, and with my head starting to fly, I swallowed it back down. As it turned out, I ended up being in that position for quite a lot of the next 36 hours. Aside from when they were fucking me, we spent Saturday eating amazing food that Tyke prepared in the small kitchen, chilling with drinks, napping, and talking about music. Giftig was not very chatty, but Tyke and I had a lot in common and I really enjoyed getting to know him better. I also got to see a bit more into the normal dynamic of their relationship when Tyke bottomed for Giftig a couple of times, albeit while he was buried inside me as well. They also briefly double-fucked me late on the Saturday, but went back to spit-roasting when it became clear that I was not yet able to accommodate them both without being in a lot of discomfort. Sunday morning eventually rolled around, and after I took a couple more loads, we eventually packed up and headed out to the car. I sat in the back and rested for the drive back to London, shifting around a bit as the weekend-long initiation into bottoming had left me quite sore. Once we got back to London I asked them to drop me near to my house so I could walk the rest of the way home, but before I left Tyke gave me his number and told me to come by the club on the Friday night as I would be on the guest list. “You stay with us after” said Giftig, not really sounding like he was offering but more instructing. I made a mental note to tell my mum I would be out all night as a result. Then, they sped off as I watched them go. I stood on the street for a while, trying to gather my thoughts. I eventually picked up my tent and rucksack from the pavement, and set off towards home while I focused on concocting a believable story about what I had been up to on my extra day in the country. I settled on a variation of the truth involving an opportunity to learn some DJ stuff from a couple of the performers and their friends, and was able to minimise the time spent talking to my mum before I could get upstairs and fall flat onto my bed. Despite how busy my head was, I was soon sound asleep.

Part 2: The Festival Continues “Are you camping tonight?” Tyke asked, as I lit a cigarette of my own with his lighter. “Yeah” I said, “brought a little tent with me”. “You stay with us” said Giftig, more as a command than an offer. “We will have more sex.” “We’re at a hotel nearby” Tyke said. “You can come back with us in the car after.” “Er, thanks, er, yeah, that would be great” I stuttered. “You better go and get your stuff from wherever you left it” Tyke said. “Bring it back here, but hurry up so we’re not late.” I nodded, then turned and briskly walked off while still smoking my cigarette. I got a couple of weird looks from the guys at the cloakroom tent where backstage visitors could leave their stuff, and I’m pretty sure I heard one of them giggle that I smelled of cum as I walked away with my rucksack and the tent. I didn’t care though, and just hurried back to the trailer. Tyke opened the door for me and I hurled my stuff in, before they strode off with me in pursuit. Giftig was talking on his mobile as we walked, but with me being behind them and the pulsing sounds of the current DJ’s set emanating from the stage, I could not hear any of what was being said. When we reached the stage I went to show the security guard my wristband, but he stopped me and another couple of guards who had been hanging around came over to me. They pointed in the direction of a small cabin back at the bottom of the stairs up to the stage, and given I could not hear a word over the music, I complied and headed down there with them behind me. I went inside and found it was actually a small toilet block that was presumably placed close to the stage so the security guards would not be gone for long if nature called. The two guards were right behind me, and the second one in closed and locked the door behind him. “Take your trousers off and bend over” said the first one. “Gift and Ty want you loose and wet for tonight” said the second. I should have freaked and fought against it, but that desire I had felt to continue being used as I had been cleaning myself up a few minutes before had not dissipated, so I readily undid and shucked off my jeans, before bending over in the small space and leaning on the sink. The first guard took up position behind me, fingered my hole for a moment, and then began to push his cock into me. I could not suppress a yelp as it felt dry and painful, and I was relieved when he pulled out, presumably applied some lube, and then pushed in again with a lot less grief the second time. He then set to fucking, as I propped myself against the sink and took the pounding. After a while I turned away from the sink and looked to the other guard, who was standing with his trousers open rubbing his cock as he watched his colleague fuck me. I just happened to be looking in his direction when he pulled off his black polo shirt to cope with the rising heat in the room, and it was at that point I saw he had the same symbol tattooed on him as Tyke did, only smaller and positioned at the bottom of his stomach just above his balls. I also noticed how wet the end of his cock was, and wondered if he would actually end up blowing from how hard he was stroking it while watching me get fucked. However, his colleague accelerated and blew into me before that happened, and sure enough they soon swapped places. As the second guard slid into my wet hole, his colleague watched for a moment before approaching me with his own dripping cock presented for my attention. I swivelled a bit so I was still supporting myself on the sink with one arm while I opened wide to take the cock that had just been inside me into my mouth. It was then that I noticed this guard also had a small tattoo in the same place on his body as his colleague, only this one was of a scorpion with its tail trailing down to his cock. I missed the entirety of Giftig and Tyke’s second set, as after the first two guards had bred me, I was instructed to stay in the cabin and help out the rest of the security staff if they required it. I therefore had the odd experience of just standing or sitting on the floor in there for over an hour, administering blowjobs or bending over to be fucked by three more men, and also awkwardly watching-but-not-watching three others take a piss in the toilet. I was not completely ignorant of the world, and thus was quite relieved that none of them had wanted me to be the toilet. Eventually the first two guards came back for me, and escorted me to the trailer where I was told to wait. I took the opportunity to have a couple of cigarettes while I sat on the step of the trailer, feeling the cum dripping out into my underwear. Eventually Giftig and Tyke returned, and even in the relatively low light levels now that night had fallen, I could tell they were smirking at me. They gathered their things in the trailer, tossed me my bag and tent, and then walked off - with me following - to a black SUV in the truck-filled parking area backstage. Giftig climbed into the driver’s side, while Tyke opened up one of the rear doors, pulled a scrunched-up towel over to cover the seat, and then motioned for me to get in before he joined Giftig up front. “Did you have some fun?” Giftig asked, as he manoeuvred us out of the site and onto a quiet road leading away from it. “Yes” I said quietly. “But I missed your second set.” “We’ll make it up to you tonight with a personal show” said Tyke, as Giftig chuckled. I could not help but smile to myself, and then turned to looked out of the window at the darkened countryside as we drove in silence.