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I think everyone has the potential but most never embrace it for various reasons.

No coming to Amsterdam! Guaranteed a lot of loads there.

Yes, it can be controlled, but it’s truly expensive and for life. It won’t get cheaper anytime soon. Biktarvy retail is like $1000 per month. Then add the doctor visits and deductibles and copays and it adds up. And, of course, other diseases tend to pop up. I have heard there are married guys who are too scared to get PReP because they are afraid their spouses will find out through insurance claims, etc.

Does every gay guy have pig potential? NO. Some guys are still too fixated on looks or dick size or some other hangup to be a true pig.

I can’t even begin to think of the logistics of that 🤣😈 you are my slut hero I could never do that for 3 days, though 1 day yes for sure. What kinda hotel / place did you stay at?

Carlos and Rose were a couple of 20 year old college students. Carlos with his muscular body. Uncut 9 inch dick. Kept Rose happy. Rose and Carlos would bring in a third to play with them. But for Rose, it was always another woman. She didn’t mind it. But she wanted to play with Carlos and another guy. After another fun afternoon of fucking. Carlos wanted to bring another girl in. “Rose, how about Sally?” “Carlos, why does it always have to be another girl?” “Why not a guy?” “Because, I’m not gay.” Carlos replied. “Neither am I.” Rose said. Carlos massaged the back of her neck. Rubbing her naked body. “If our having sex with another guy makes you happy.” “We’ll do it.” “You pick out the guy, if he’s interested.” Carlos said. A few days later. Carlos coming home from school saw Ned and Dan the older gay couple. Who lived in the apartment next door to him and Rose. Both men lusted after the young hunk. Rose was amused by it. “Hi Carlos”. Dan said with a smile on his face. Carlos said “hi.” And Ned who was overweight just smiled at him and was thinking about what he would do to Carlos if he ever had the opportunity to do so. Rose had been working and studying. This left Carlos by himself and lonely and horny. Carlos went out a few times with Sally. Finally they had been drinking and went back to Carlos and Rose’s place. Sally a blonde with big breasts and a very loose pussy. They went at it for a couple of hours. Unaware that Rose had came home and saw them. She was angry. She wanted to get back at Carlos. A plan come to mind. She would not pick one guy but two and they would be Dan and Ned. She knew how uncomfortable he was around them. When Carlos was shirtless. She could see the lust in their eyes. She told them what had happened. And asked if they would be willing to fuck him. She didn’t need to ask. They jumped at the opportunity to fuck him. The weekend came. And Carlos was nervous. Rose said she had two guys coming over. Unaware of which two men. She bought him a jockstrap to wear. Dan and Ned requested it. The doorbell rang. And Carlos answered it wearing nothing but the jockstrap. To his surprise. It was Ned and Dan. He was embarrassed. He knew how these two guys fawn over him. “Guys this isn’t a very good time.” Carlos said. “Actually Rose invited us over to have some fun with you.” Dan said. “We can’t wait.” Ned said with a sinister smile. Rose came out. “I see you are surprised.” “But it was my turn and I want to see these two fuck you.” ”Can we fuck him raw?” Ned asked. “By all means.” Rose said with a smile. “Can’t we talk about this?” Carlos begged. ”Save the begging for the bedroom.” Dan said. Next thing Carlos knows. Is he’s sucking cock and he’s horrible at it. Both men aren’t big dick wise. But know how to use it. Ned rips off the jockstrap and now Carlos is completely naked and at their mercy. In which they show him none. Dan was the first to cum inside Carlos. “Oh fuck.” Dan moaned. “Please don’t cum in me.” Carlos pleaded with Dan. “Shut up, you whore!” Dan said. You’re our bitch now!” Dan felt his load shoot deep into the young man. “Ahhh shit”. “That felt great.” Dan said collapsing on top of Carlos. Dan got up and now it was Ned’s turn and he was going to enjoy him. Much more so than Dan did. He took his time. Thrusting in and out of the now non virgin ass of Carlos. Ned even forced a kiss on the young man. Ned went at it for over an hour. “Carlos, I’m about to flood your ass with my seed” Ned said. “I’ve wanted this for so long!” “Here it cums, you fucking slut!” Ned shouted. Rose had peeked in and smiled. “That will teach you for cheating on me.” After both men had finished up. And Carlos was close to tears. He asked Rose why the both of them? “Because I saw you with Sally.” “And I needed to teach you a lesson.” She said. Before Carlos could say anything. He was dragged out of his apartment naked. And bought next door where, Ned and Dan had more guys waiting to fuck poor Carlos. Which Rose gave them permission for.

How close are we to having more blocked states than open states?

South Dakota has now been blocked. Curiously their law doesn't have an exemption for social media…

The UK should now be blocked. Let me know if you're in the UK and seeing this without a VPN…

Anyone who knows me on here knows that I'm not terribly . . . enthusiastic about sucking dick. Give it to me up the ass and I'm the Energizer bunny! But sucking dick has never been my thing -until a man kind of took charge. That was a game changer for me. I never knew it about myself, but apparently I like that kind of dominance when he grabs your head and feeds you his dick the way he wants it done. So if a guy wants his cock sucked by me, that's what he's got to do if he wants me to really get into it.

Exhausted, I lay sprawled on the sticky, stained mattress of the motel room, my body a canvas of unseen artistry. The sharp scent of sex hung in the air, a potent cocktail of sweat and semen that clung to every surface, a silent testament to the night's relentless activities. The harsh glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows that danced over my naked form, the only witness to the depravity that had unfolded within these four walls. My eyes were heavy, but sleep was a distant memory, stolen by the endless parade of anonymous men who had claimed me. The mattress beneath me felt like a soggy sponge, the sheets cold and clammy against my overheated skin. Between my legs, a crimson and pinkish puddle had formed, a grotesque pool that reflected the stark reality of my condition. A twinge of pain shot through my ass with every shallow breath, a stark reminder of the brutal pounding it had endured. The tender flesh around my hole was raw, stretched to the brink of agony, yet my trapped cock remained stubbornly pushing gainst its small trap, the plastic chastity cage a cruel reminder of my own desires. Each pulse sent a fresh wave of discomfort, but it was a pain I had grown to crave, a perverse reminder of the powerlessness I had so willingly embraced. The sudden buzz of my phone pierced the silence like a gunshot, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my weary body. I reached over, fumbling with the cheap plastic, my hand trembling with anticipation. The screen glowed with a message from DominantDaddy69: "I'm at the motel. Be ready." It was a simple command, but the authority in those few words sent a shiver down my spine. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the culmination of the night's debauchery. My heart raced as I blindly obeyed, my mind reeling with excitement and trepidation. With trembling fingers, I found the blindfold and poppers on the nightstand, the cool metal of the popper cap contrasting with the sticky residue that coated everything. I positioned myself on all fours, my ass high in the air, the chastity cage biting into my swollen cock. I took a deep breath and placed the blindfold over my eyes, plunging the room into darkness. The fabric was rough against my skin, a stark reminder of my vulnerability. I took a deep sniff of the poppers, the acrid scent burning my nostrils as the muscles in my body relaxed. My hearing grew sharper, the sound of my ragged breaths echoing in the small space, mingling with the faint hum of the air conditioner. The door to the motel room creaked open, the sound as loud as a thunderclap in the quiet night. The floorboards groaned under the weight of footsteps that grew closer, each step a drumbeat to the symphony of anticipation in my chest. The smell of leather and cigar smoke filled the room, a potent mix that made my cock throb painfully against its plastic prison. A voice, deep and commanding, broke the silence. "Hello, cumdump. Did you enjoy tonight?" It was DominantDaddy69, his presence electric, his words a promise of what was to come. I moaned a yes, the word slipping out of me like a whimper, a declaration of submission to the man who had started this all. He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Good," he said, his voice a warm caress that seemed to resonate in the very core of my being. "Because my friends and others liked abusing your hole as well. They had quite the time with you, didn't they?" His hand trailed down my back, pausing briefly at the base of my spine before continuing to the cheek of my ass. His fingertips traced the edge of the fresh tattoo, the biohazard symbol branding me. The slap was sudden and hard, the impact jolting my entire body. He had struck me before, but the pain was a sweet reminder of his power, a stark contrast to the gentle exploration of my skin. "Your hole is a mess," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disgust that only served to excite me further. "But it's also a masterpiece." His hand hovered over the puddle for a moment before he dipped two fingers in, coating them in the evidence of my used state. He brought them up to my mouth, and without hesitation, I opened, eager to taste the remnants of the night's conquests. The flavor was a heady mix of salt and tang, a bitterness that coated my tongue. I lapped at his fingers greedily, the pain from the chastity cage and the pierced cock in my thoughts mixing with the desire that burned in my core. He chuckled again, a sound that seemed to resonate through me, filling me with a need that was as much a part of me as the air I breathed. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a balm to the ragged edges of my sanity. "Now, let's see if you can handle a bit more." The sound of fabric being peeled away was like music to my ears, the rustle of his clothing hitting the floor a prelude to the symphony that was about to begin. I felt his hands on my hips, his grip firm and possessive as he positioned himself behind me. His cock, hard and demanding, nudged at my ravaged opening, the tip probing my sore flesh with a delicious cruelty. I moaned again, the anticipation building to a fever pitch, my entire body taut as a bowstring. And then he pushed in, slow and deep, his length fully inside me. Each inch of his shaft sank into me with a force that made me gasp, the chastity cage around my cock digging in with every thrust. The pain was exquisite, a fiery brand that seared through my body, setting every nerve alight with sensation. His rhythm was deliberate, a relentless march that claimed me inch by inch, driving away any thought of resistance. The room grew smaller around us, the air thick with the scent of him, the mattress creaking in protest beneath us as he filled me completely. "You're so worn out, so used," he growled, his voice a dark promise in the night. His hand slid down my back, over the slick skin, coming to rest on the plastic cage that held my cock hostage. His fingers danced around the edges, teasing the hypersensitive skin. "Every man who's had you tonight left their mark. Your ass feels like a true cumdump now." His words were a benediction, a declaration of my purpose that only served to make me want him more. He withdrew almost all the way, the tip of his cock teasing my abused ring before plunging back in, his grip on my hips tightening. The pain was a white-hot knife, slicing through the fog of arousal that had enveloped me. Each withdrawal brought a whine from my lips, each thrust a muffled cry into the pillow. The cage around my dick bit down, a constant reminder of my role, my body's hunger for release denied even as it was pushed to new heights. "Remember when I first took you tonight?" His voice was a whisper, a taunt that made me moan with a mix of pain and desire. "How tight and dry your ass was? How much you begged me to stop?" His hand found the chastity cage, his thumb tracing the outline of my trapped cock. "Now look at you," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're nothing but a loose, sloppy mess." The words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I nodded, eager for more. "That's right, cumdump," he murmured. "You're mine to use, to fill up with whatever I want." His hand moved to the poppers, and I felt the cold metal against my neck. "Take a good, deep sniff." I obeyed, inhaling sharply. The world around me grew fuzzy, my senses heightened to an almost painful degree. The chastity cage grew even more confining, the plastic pressing into my swollen flesh with every breath I took. And then, as if he knew exactly how much I could handle, he began to fuck me harder. My moans grew louder, the sound echoing off the stained walls of the motel room. Each thrust was a declaration of his dominance, a claim staked deep within my soul. The cage around my cock seemed to shrink, the pressure building unbearably. I could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, his hands digging into my hips as he pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that seemed to match the racing of my heart. The sound of his skin slapping against mine grew wetter, more urgent, as his pace quickened. The bed frame rattled, a symphony of squeaks and thumps that seemed to crescendo with each driving motion. I could feel the headboard banging against the wall in time with our frantic rhythm, a staccato that punctuated the air like a desperate plea for more. His grip on my hips grew tighter, his nails biting into my skin as he fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violence. My breaths grew ragged, my moans turning to whimpers as he slammed into me, the chastity cage digging deeper with every thrust. The pain was a living, pulsing entity, a symbiote that fed on the very essence of my being, yet I craved it more than anything. Each slap of his hips against my ass sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, the pain melding with the pleasure in a way that made me question the very fabric of reality. The grunts that had been his earlier grew more animalistic, his breaths hot and ragged against my neck. It was as if he had shed his human form, revealing the predator that lurked beneath the surface. His teeth grazed my skin, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of my sweat. His movements grew erratic, the force behind them increasing as he approached climax. The bed frame protested, the mattress groaning under our combined weight as he claimed me, marked me as his. And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pumping deep inside me. My legs gave out, my body collapsing onto the sticky mattress beneath me, his weight pinning me down as he emptied himself into me. I could feel the warmth of his cum filling my ass, the sensation overwhelming as it mingled with the remnants of the night's earlier conquests. His cock twitched and spasmed, releasing wave after wave of his seed, each pulse sending a jolt of pleasure through me that was almost unbearable. As he came down from his peak, his weight remained on me, his chest heaving with exertion, his breaths hot and heavy against my neck. The plastic cage around my cock was slick with precum, the pressure unrelenting, a constant reminder of the pleasure I was denied. His grip on my hips loosened, his fingers slipping away, leaving behind bruises that would linger like the memory of his touch. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You liked being converted, didn't you, you cumdump bitch?" His voice was a sinister caress, a smirk in his tone that sent a thrill through me despite the pain and exhaustion. I trembled beneath him, the question hanging in the air like a challenge. "W-what do you mean?" I stuttered out, my voice barely a murmur. His response was to pull out of me, the sudden emptiness leaving me feeling exposed and used. I could feel his hot cum dripping from my ass, a sticky reminder of his claim. His laugh was dark and rich, a sound that seemed to resonate within the very walls of the room. "You're so naive, cumdump," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Didn't you feel it? The way they fucked you raw, the way they filled you up?" His hand trailed up my back to my neck, his thumb pressing against the pulse point. "They were all positive. And now, so are you." The revelation hit me like a sledgehammer, my brain reeling from the implications. The night's events took on a new, darker hue. The raw, unprotected fucking, the pain, the pleasure - it was all a twisted game. The tears that had begun to well up in my eyes spilled over, tracing hot lines down my cheeks. I was no longer just a toy, a cumdump for his amusement; I was something else entirely. A breeding ground for his twisted desires. "You're all fucking positive?" I choked out, the words thick with horror and betrayal. The room spun around me, the edges of my vision blurring. The taste of the poppers was bitter on my tongue, a stark contrast to the sweetness of his earlier touch. His laughter was like a knife, each note cutting deeper into my soul. "That's right, slut," he said, his voice still a warm, amused rumble. "Every single one of them was packing a little extra love for you." He pulled the blindfold from my eyes, and the harsh light of the motel lamp was a slap in the face. DominantDaddy69 stood over me, his cock glistening with the evidence of his release, a smug smile playing on his lips. The sight of his cock, still hard, made bile rise in my throat. "But don't worry, we were all careful." The room swam before me, the reality of his words crashing down like a tidal wave. He leaned in, his face a twisted mask of satisfaction. "You see, I had a little plan. You were so eager, so hungry for it, you didn't even notice it, did you?" His eyes gleamed with a malicious delight as he watched the understanding dawn on my face. "You're a walking, breathing, fuckable incubator now." The rage grew inside me, a fiery beast that demanded vengeance. I stared up at him, his body a blur of muscles and tattoos, his cock still hard from fucking me before. He looked so strong, so dominant, and for a moment, I hated him with every fiber of my being. But that hate was tainted with a darker emotion, a need that coiled in my belly and grew with every breath. Despite the betrayal, I couldn't help but crave more of his touch, more of his dominance. DominantDaddy69's laughter grew louder, his eyes gleaming with victory. He knew he had me, knew that even as I raged against him, my body was his to command. "Look at you," he said, his voice a velvet purr. "So full of fire. I knew you had it in you." He reached down and stroked my cheek, the gesture surprisingly tender. "You're going to be the best little cumdump the world has ever seen." With a sudden burst of strength that belied his earlier exhaustion, he rolled me onto my back, the sticky mattress sticking to my skin. His cock, still hard and slick with our combined fluids, slammed back into me without preamble, the plastic cage digging into my abdomen with every thrust. I screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow, my eyes wide with shock and anger. Yet, even as he took me again, I could feel the beginnings of arousal, a treacherous spark that ignited within me despite the horror of his words before. He laughed, the sound a deep, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. "Look at you," he said, his eyes glittering with malicious amusement. "Squirm all you want, but you can't change what you are now." His grip on my wrists tightened, his fingers like iron bars, holding me down as he continued to fuck me with a brutal efficiency. "You're a pozz cumdump bitch, and we're going to enjoy every minute of it." I felt repulsed by him, the man who had started it all, who had filled my head with such vile thoughts and desires. Yet, even as the horror of his revelation sunk in, my body responded. The cage around my cock grew slick with precum, the plastic straining against my swollen flesh. I hated him, but I couldn't escape the thrill of his dominance, the way my body craved the pain and pleasure that came with his touch. He noticed the change in me immediately, his grin widening as he drove into me again and again. Each thrust seemed to hit a deeper, darker part of me, a place where the line between disgust and arousal blurred into oblivion. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Take it like the good little cumdump you are." The plastic cage dug into my abdomen, a constant reminder of my degradation, yet the pain was a strange comfort, a twisted counterpoint to the warmth that spread through me as he claimed me once more. With a flick of his wrist, he brought the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply, the harsh chemical scent burning my nostrils. The world grew fuzzy around the edges, my thoughts swirling in a tornado of anger, fear, and a perverse longing for his touch. My body arched off the bed, my ass clenching around his cock as the rush of the poppers hit me full force. The pressure inside me grew, a storm building in intensity with each of his movements. Each time he hit my prostate, it was like a lightning strike, a jolt of pure pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. My moans grew louder, more desperate, as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. My cock strained against the plastic cage, a desperate animal seeking relief that was just out of reach. His grunts grew more fervent, his hips moving with a purpose that was as much about my destruction as it was about his own release. The warmth grew, spreading from my core outwards, my skin alight with sensation. The room swam around me, the air thick with the scent of sex and despair. The pain in my ass was a symphony, a crescendo that grew with each powerful thrust, each slap of his body against mine. The chastity cage was a vice, a constant reminder that I was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, a receptacle to be filled and discarded. My moans grew louder, turning into screams as the pleasure mounted. It was a wildfire, consuming me, burning away any semblance of resistance. Each stroke of his cock was a brand, searing me with a white-hot need that grew with every beat of my racing heart. I felt my body tighten, my muscles coiling like a spring about to snap. The tension grew unbearable, a pressure cooker threatening to explode. "You like that, don't you, cumdump?" he hissed, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of my shoulder. "You love being used, don't you?" His words were like gasoline on the fire of my arousal, stoking the flames higher. The chastity cage felt like a vice, a constant reminder of my submission. I nodded, unable to form coherent words, my eyes squeezed shut against the harsh reality of the motel room lights. The feeling grew, a tsunami of pleasure that I could almost not handle anymore. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was screaming for release, and the cage around my cock was the dam holding it back. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, the dam broke. My anal orgasm hit me like a truck, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. I felt it in my toes, in the tips of my fingers, in every inch of my being. It was a full-body orgasm, the kind that made my vision swim and my legs go weak. DominantDaddy's voice was a distant echo as he continued to fuck me, his thrusts now more urgent, his breathing ragged. Yet, in that moment, I didn't notice him. I was lost in the throes of pleasure, my mind a haze of white-hot need. My body convulsed, muscles spasming around his cock, the cage around my cock pulsing in time with my heart. It was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever, my ass milking him greedily, demanding every last drop of his seed. The chastity cage was a prison for the fire that raged within me, a barrier that only served to intensify the pleasure. I could feel the warmth of my cum spurting against the plastic, the pressure building until it was all I could think about. Each pulse sent a jolt through my body, a spark that ignited a bonfire of ecstasy. My vision swam, the room spinning around me as the orgasm went on and on, a never-ending wave of bliss that seemed to consume me whole. The only thing that anchored me was his voice, a distant growl that grew louder, more primal with every second that passed. His hips pumped into me with a fervor that seemed to defy the very fabric of reality. I was lost in the haze of pleasure, floating in a sea of sensation that had no beginning or end. His cock, thick and unyielding, filled me to the brink, the head brushing against the deepest, most sensitive part of my ass with each brutal thrust. As my orgasm began to wane, I felt his cock thicken, his movements growing erratic, the force behind his thrusts increasing until it was all I could do to hold on. His grip on my wrists tightened, his nails digging into my skin, a pain that only served to fuel the fire within me. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the motel, he came, his hot, sticky semen flooding my ass as he buried himself deep inside me. The feeling was indescribable, his cum filling me up, mixing with the cum of the men who had come before him. It was a declaration of ownership, a mark that I belonged to him and his depraved world. My body clenched around him, the muscles of my ass rippling and pulsing as I felt the warmth of his release deep within me. Each pulse of his cock sent aftershocks of pleasure through me, my own orgasm subsiding to make way for the intense feeling of being filled. DominantDaddy69 let himself fall onto me, his heavy frame pressing me into the sticky, stained mattress. The weight was a comfort, a reminder that I was his, that he was in control. His chest heaved against my back, his breaths hot and ragged as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his words a mix of praise and degradation that only served to excite me further. As my body began to come down from the high of my first full-body orgasm, the pain in my ass grew more intense. The chastity cage was a constant, throbbing presence, a reminder of my new role in his twisted world. Each breath was a struggle, the air thick with the scent of sweat and semen, the mattress sticking to my skin like a second layer. I could feel the plastic cutting into my cock, the pressure unbearable as my body begged for the sweet relief that was denied to me. DominantDaddy69 climbed off me, his cock slipping from my sore opening with a wet sound that made me wince. He began to dress, his movements deliberate and calm, as if he hadn't just fucked me into oblivion. His eyes never left me as he pulled on his leather pants, his belt buckle glinting in the harsh motel light. Each piece of clothing was a silent declaration that our time together was over, that he had claimed his prize and was moving on. I lay there, my body a trembling mess, still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm. The chastity cage was a constant, painful reminder of my new role, a symbol of my complete and utter submission to him and the twisted games he played. My legs were like jelly, unable to support my weight, so I remained sprawled on the bed, a cum-soaked mess. He walked over to the nightstand, his footsteps heavy on the sticky floor. I heard the clink of metal, the sound of the chastity cage keys being pulled from the drawer. "You don't mind if I take this, do you?" he said, his voice a smug purr that made my stomach churn. I couldn't bring myself to respond, my moan the only sound that escaped my lips. The weight of his gaze was like a physical presence, his eyes raking over me one last time before he bent down, his hand wrapping around the base of my cock. With a cruel twist, he pulled the plastic cage free, the sudden release of pressure making me gasp. He chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Such a good boy, taking it all," he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of my still-sensitive shaft. The keys jingled in his hand as he straightened, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll be sure to keep these safe," he said, tucking them into his pocket. "You never know when I might need them again." With that, he turned and made his way towards the door, his steps deliberate and unhurried. I could feel his gaze on me, a brand that marked me as his, even as the reality of what had transpired sunk in. "I'll see you at your party next week," he called over his shoulder, the smugness in his voice a final slap in the face. The words barely registered through the haze of pain and pleasure. Party? What party? I was too drained, too lost in the fog of my own degradation to make sense of his parting shot. All I knew was the ache in my ass, the stickiness between my legs, and the heavy weight of the chastity cage that had been my constant companion through the night. As the door clicked shut behind him, the room grew quiet, save for the faint sounds of the city outside. The motel's neon sign cast a sickly glow through the grimy window, throwing jagged shadows across the room. The smell of sex and despair lingered in the air, a noxious perfume that seemed to cling to my very soul. Exhausted and overwhelmed, my body gave in to the siren's call of sleep, dragging my consciousness into the oblivion of darkness. The ache in my ass was a distant echo, the plastic cage a cold, hard reminder of my new reality. As the world faded away, my thoughts swirled with confusion and fear. What party could he possibly be talking about? Was this some twisted afterthought, a parting gift of humiliation? My slumber was abruptly shattered by the sound of someone banging on the door, the thuds echoing through the stillness of the motel room. The sharp voice of a woman pierced the silence, "Room service! You need to check out, sir!" I jolted awake, my body sticky with cum and sweat, the cage around my cock a constant presence. Panic set in as I realized the time had slipped away from me, and the cleaning lady was waiting outside to clean up the mess of the night. With trembling legs, I managed to get up, my ass aching from the relentless pounding I'd endured. I stumbled over to the door, peeking through the peephole to see her standing there with a mop and a cart, her expression a mix of amusement and disgust. "Looks like you had quite the party," she said with a laugh, her eyes lingering on the chastity cage. "But you gotta go now, I've got work to do." My cheeks burned with humiliation as I turned away from the door, scanning the room for any sign of my clothes. They were nowhere to be found, but scattered around the room were articles of clothing that didn't belong to me. The scent of sex was thick, a miasma that clung to everything, and the sticky floor made a disgusting sound with every step I took. My eyes fell on a leather jockstrap, discarded on the floor next to the bed. It was stiff with cum, but it was something to wear, and I was desperate to cover my bare ass. I bent down, wincing as my sore muscles protested, and picked it up. The material was cold and unforgiving against my skin, but I pulled it on, the chastity cage pressing into my abdomen, a stark reminder of the night's events. Then, I spotted a tight black shirt, also likely left by DominantDaddy69, thrown over the chair in the corner. It smelled faintly of his cologne, a scent that made my stomach churn with a mix of arousal and dread. I slipped it over my head, the fabric clinging to my sweaty body. The shirt was too small, highlighting my chest and leaving the bottom off my back exposed, but it was better than nothing. The door rattled again, the cleaning lady's impatient knocks growing louder. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the humiliation that was about to come. I grabbed my phone and wallet from the nightstand, the only things that felt like they belonged to me in this sea of discarded lust. My hand hovered over the chastity cage key, lying there like a macabre trophy of the night's events. I had to leave it behind; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me struggle with it. With the leather jockstrap and too-tight shirt on, I spotted a pair of low-cut leather pants in the mess. They were a size too small, but I managed to pull them up over my sticky legs. The pants clung to my skin, the material cold against my bruised thighs. I could feel the cage pressing against the leather, the seam cutting into my skin as the pants rode up slightly, leaving my ass partly exposed. The plastic dug into my swollen flesh, a stark reminder of my degradation. Grabbing my phone and backpack, I took one last look around the room. The bed was a tapestry of stains, the sheets twisted into a knot of depravity. The sight of my reflection in the mirror was a sucker punch to the gut. The trampstamp above my ass was a declaration to the world of what I'd become, and the small biohazard symbol on my cheek peeked above the waistline of the pants, a sinister reminder of the unspoken risks that had been taken. I took a deep breath and opened the door, the chilly air of the motel hallway hitting me like a slap in the face. The cleaning lady's eyes widened at the sight of me, the leather leather pants and too-small shirt leaving little to the imagination. She couldn't help but stare, her gaze lingering over me with a look of disgust. I felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me as I stepped out, the stickiness of cum making the leather pants cling to my legs with every step. At the reception, the clerk barely glanced up from his newspaper, his eyes flicking over my disheveled state before returning to the headlines. He had seen it all before, or so I assumed. "Looks like you had quite the night," he said, his voice laced with a smirk. "You want to check out, I'm guessing?" My cheeks flamed with humiliation, but I nodded, handing over the key. He took it without a word, his gaze lingering on the chastity cage that was clearly visible through the leather pants. He typed something into the computer, then slid a bill across the counter. "You're all set. Enjoy the rest of your day," he said, his tone mocking. I walk away towards the metro. My body exposed for eveybody to see. They can see what i am, a cheap pozz cumdump bitch, and that all thanks to DominantDaddy. I my phone buzzes and i see it's him. He has send me a picture it is an ivetation with a picture of me beeing fuck by two guys. In the bottom pictures it says: " who want to breed this pozz cumdump the coming weekend. It starts friday evening at ten till sunday afternoon. I grunt but i know i cannot decline. DominantDaddy has me in his contol. The next couple of weeks are a flurry of happenings. I go to the party and than some more of his parties. I visit his friends. They take me to clubs where i get fucked by even more anonymous guys. I get tested several times. The result is everytime the same; positive. I give in to the new lifestyle and become a total cumdump that doesn't refuse any loads.

I know, right.

I'm looking forward to Folsom Europe this year, and seeing how many loads I can get in places like Bull... and any other suggestions 😉

Well, I think I have posted many of my experiences over they years lol, example from last year lol where I was a hole for men to use and dump their loads for 3 days straight (I basically only rested while my pussy was fucked hard) only food intake was cum, piss and electrolyte water 🙈

You can have both. See Premium bukkake. There are many ways to show the cum and eat it too. Most guys in porn just do that auto spitting move when cum is inside their mouth.

Waiting for your guide and some examples 😘🐽😈💦

The thought of getting used by hvl poz turns me on so much. I've started getting fucked raw by two older medicated poz men in the last month. I always beg for their cum loads deep in my ass. If they forget to take their meds or just stop, I am fucked ! But it would turn me on if they pozzed me.

I'm not poz, but this will probably happen to me eventually and I'm fine with it.