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It was called Bottom Me, I went during the shemale night

Wow it’s like the ultimate fist and fuck session. Oh to be in a tops hands as he slides fist alongside his cock

Steamworks, Chicago.

mmmm poor little boifag... remindinghimself this is what he was born for, and taking all the cum, including in his eyes (I love that touch)! I am very much looking forward to the best yet to come, but also hearing of the reaction of his parents who made him who he is 😆😈

Yes! This is how I feel too.

My favorite leather top took these. He left a few bites marks. Lol

If you use the apps, you'll probably be aware that once you are at sea they don't function very well and pick up nearest ports or the last port you were in. So, before the ship leaves the first port, change your profile name to the name of the ship to let guys instantly know you're onboard. I've seen things like MSC xxx xxx bottom. (MSc being the liner company and xxx xxx being the ship name) I had a couple of guys cruising with their wives hit me up when they saw this. Make it very clear you are on the ship.

Man, I took a great dick yesterday from a buddy I havent seen in six years because he joined the military. Cowboy type....when he came over and mounted me, he said do ya remember me bro...we fucked and then i remembered, wow the military turned this guy into a dynamo stud....he nailed me good and wants to come back for my ass to breed again!

I would be in love!

I agree.. Damit it was a great start!

I’m always in chastity, no way for my cock to be used. I don’t mind multiple bottom cumdump sessions if we set it up together.

This is WHAT I WANT. If I’m setting up for a hotel session, I want load after load after load after load. I definitely like sucking so that’s ok (I set up so I can suck the next top hard and / or clean off the unloading dick. But make no mistake, I’m there to take the loads not for felching or rimming them out (until the end). I’m a cumdump setting up cumdump sessions to take loads not for others to take them from me.

Chapter 18 - The Second Encounter "Not bad, not bad at all." The Bull savoured the taste of his cognac as he watched the screen in the meeting room. "You mean your liquor or my little faggot in there," asked Jerome. "Oh I know that my brandy is good," said the Bull, "no surprises there but with one of these faggy femboi types you never can be sure until they've had their guts painted with Poz seed." "Until they know its too late to turn back." Jerome nodded and took another drink from his own expensive vintage spirit. "Quite the pretty boi isn't he." It was now quite clear that the Bull's attention was on the screen's images rather than a mere drink. "He knows it," confirmed Jordyn's owner, "and he's real proud of it too. Well you know what they say - pride comes before a fall." With that Jerome signalled to the next group. The ten men had been waiting impatiently and lost no time in heading for the door. They had plans for a certain little faggot. *** Jordyn remained splayed over the sofa's back, his fresh pale skin contrasting with the well-used black leather of the furniture. It wasn't an entirely natural position but Jordyn didn't want to move. He felt the after effects of the roughing up that the street men had given him - the slight fatigue and the tenderness in his body - but that wasn't what had his attention and his imagination. He had been fucked! He thought he could still feel the man's hands on his hips, the man's seed in his hole, the man's cock opening him up in an initially uncomfortable but nonetheless wonderful way. He remembered the pain and the fullness but most of all he remembered the moment when the man had cum inside his tight little hole. The most important moment of his life. It wasn't just that it proved to others who he was - it had also proved it to himself. Jordyn Myers didn't have to fantasize about being BoiFagBarbie any more - now Jordyn WAS BoiFagBarbie. If he had any doubts the seed leaking from his hole onto his thighs removed them. It was wonderful - the best moment of his entire, previously unfulfilled and whitebread, life. He wanted to just stay there and luxuriate in the feeling for all eternity. However, this event hadn't been planned and arranged for the benefit of a dreamy little faggot. There were men that needed satisfying and ten more of them were about to come through the door. Men perfectly selected for just what they could bring to the party. Jerome, the boy's owner, was an artist in such things. He had spent years in the sexual underground of the city. The adult book stores, the saunas, the very private clubs and the distinctly public cruising locations. He knew them all and he knew the men who frequented them. He had a talent for selecting men with the right equipment, the right attitudes and the right desires. Status didn't need to be discussed with these men. Most had ink that didn't leave much doubt. All were active in a scene where condoms were as rare as the proverbial honest lawyer. They were all men of experience, men who had been on the scene long enough to be reliable or, at least, reliably unreliable. Most of this group of men, as with the last group, were probably on meds but that didn't matter - their role tonight and their pleasures didn't relate to that. As the door crashed open Jordyn tried to lift himself off the sofa. He managed it but he felt the fatigue in his limbs, the result of all that carefully judged treatment by the first group to use him. He felt a little weird as he stood up - partly dizziness but also maybe something to do with all that cum he had swallowed. He was just regaining his equilibrium when the first two men reached him. A boot hooked round his naked ankle and allied with a rough hand at the base of his neck Jordyn was forced back over the sofa. The flat of a hand dealt him a stunning blow on the back of his head but he still felt fingers at his hole, exploring the evidence of what he had done. The fingers weren't gentle. "Dirty little fag has got himself bred. Looks like that writing on his back is right. Kinda cool that we all qualify." Jordyn remembered what Clyde the tattoo artist had written there - in ink slightly faded but still very legible. 'FRESH BOI PUSSY VIRGIN UNTIL BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM ONLY.' "I'll put that fucker right," said a man and Jerome felt something on his back. As he heard the laughter and jeers of the men around him he knew what the amendment had been. The second line had been crossed out. He felt a little rush of pleasure and pride. "Can't have a little cumdump like this pretending to be no virgin." The man in front of Jordyn was in his early forties, powerfully built with short dark hair and a beard. "Still he's real pretty for a whore." The man clamped his hand over Jordyn's face covering the femboy's nose and mouth. Jordyn felt the warmth emanating from that hand, the smell of engine oil just apparent on it seemed to merge into the man's essential masculinity. He had no desire to resist, even if there had been a point, but he still needed to breathe. He had to open his mouth wide and try to gain some oxygen but as soon as he did so the man moved his hand. Freeing Jordyn's nose but pushing four fingers into his mouth. Now there was the taste of him - masculine, experienced and dominant. Jordyn knew that he could bite those fingers but the very idea was ridiculous. He was here to serve, to please these men, to be their plaything and their toy. Even as the hand pushed in further, stretching his mouth so that the meaty fist could slide inside. Jordyn felt the man's other hand grasp his hair and hold him in place. The man worked his fist in Jordyn's mouth a little making the femboy gag and groan but all that came out were animalistic noises. There was laughter and the man withdrew his fist leaving the boi gasping and spitting out long strings of drool from his mouth. The bearded man showed Jordyn his hand, wet with saliva, then used it to slap the femboy hard across the face. "Pretty or not - a dumb little faggot whore is all you are ain't it boy." Jordyn felt the burning sting in his cheek, felt the blood rushing to his face in reaction and excitement and shame. "Yes sir - treat me like a worthless little whore." The words ran into themselves in his desperation to express how he felt. "Tongue out," snarled the man before looking at the men around him and the boy. "Ain't no-one fucking this useless boi cunt yet?" Jordyn put his tongue out and felt the man lay his fingers upon it. A moment and then the hand was in his mouth again. Filling him and blocking off his air passages. Making him gag and cough even as he felt the warmth and weight of a body behind him, a cock finding and exploring his hole. The bearded man was holding Jordyn's hair again, keeping his head right where the man wanted it, but now other hands were holding him too. Making sure he was going nowhere. The man behind him pushed but the boy was just a little too tight. Once again the fist came out of Jordyn's mouth and opened its fingers, came down on the boy's face with a sharp slap. Jordyn coughed and gasped and spat out thick drool. The bearded man had collected some of the saliva and spread it on his big hard cock. "Switch," he muttered. "You are giving up that fucking hole faggot and you best relax or this thing will rip you apart." Jordyn knew there would be no little bottle this time. No lube either except for his own drool and that poz load already in his hole. He tried to get himself in the zone, to relax his whole self even in the midst of such stimulation and excitement. 'I was born for this, I was born for this, I was born for this....' The mantra ran through his mind as he felt himself carried down onto the sofa itself and turned over. Hands dragging him to one end so that his head hung down against the leather. More strong hands grasped his thighs and held his legs up and apart. Men were talking but Jordyn couldn't grasp or understand their words. He didn't try to look either - his whole self was invested in relaxing, in giving himself, in repeating those five words. "I was born for this, I was born for this, I was born for this..." He fought the inclination to tense up, kept repeating those words as a foreign body pressed against him and entered him. His second man, his second cock. Again a mixture of pain and stimulation and a feeling of utter fulfilment. He was born for this - born for men to fuck and seed and ruin. The cock inside him was moving now, each insistent thrust opening him up that little bit more. Another big cock appeared in front of his face and tapped at it. Jordyn knew what was required of him and opened his mouth. A hand clamped onto his throat and held him there, his head back against the leather, his mouth open. The cock was thrust into his mouth, repeatedly thrust hard so that it pounded the back of Jordyn's throat. The surrounding men laughed and cheered as the boy's eyes opened wide and his cheeks grew red. His boi pussy was taking a real pounding now but they knew the faggot's attention was on trying to get air despite the cock filling his mouth and the hand clasping his throat. These men knew their business. At the moment the boy seemed about to break the cocks would be withdrawn from his holes and the men would move round. Leaving Jordyn just enough time to gasp in air, his boi cunt just enough time to recover, before the next man took his turn. Time was not an issue, the boy's preferences were not an issue. Each of the men enjoyed his turn in the boy's mouth and each fucked that tight hole. Only after he had made the full circuit, his face covered with his own drool, was the young man dragged off the sofa and put onto his knees with the men around him, their strong hands working their hard cocks. Cocks that now demanded a further sacrifice. Jordyn could only kneel there and look up at them, gaze in admiration at their wonderful hard cocks. His own hand dropped down but touched only the metal of his cage. Once again he understood how wise Jerome and Spice were. This wasn't for his pleasure. Instead he put his hands behind his back, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The first of the men reacted, grunting and cumming hard. Strong pulses of hot thick seed across Jordyn's face and tongue. He tasted the rich cum in his mouth but did not need to swallow any, instead letting it slide off his tongue and down onto his body. Feeling its warmth and consistency on his skin he knew it felt good. Two more men moved up closer and shot their loads, heavy streams of cum spurting at the boy from two directions now. Coating his cheeks and tongue with their potent male essence. Jordyn was breathing hard now and felt the need to close his mouth and swallow. He did so and at that moment the next man shot. His load streaked over the femboy's nose and as he moved in reaction the next pulse coated the opening of his nostrils. Now all he could taste and smell was cum. He barely even registered the next man's load landing on his face. The separate streams were meeting each other on his skin now, the men's cum mingling on his body. It seemed to be everywhere on his face and sliding down his young pale body in little streams. The sixth (or was it seventh) man shot his load - its first stream a little weaker than Jordyn was used to. He eased forward to make sure he got it and the second stream pulsed heavier and stronger, the cum just barely missing his right eye. Jordyn closed his eyes as third and fourth pulses of seed coated his nose and eyelids. "No you don't you little fucker." That was the bearded man's voice and now Jordyn felt fingers pull his eyelids up, forcing him to open his eyes and stare up at two men as they wanked their cocks. He knew he should struggle or move but he didn't. He just watched as the first man's body tensed. A moment later the cum hit Jordyn, with unerring accuracy, straight in his left eye. Muthafucker! It stung and hurt bad but Jordyn couldn't close his temporarily blinded eye, strong fingers held it open. He could, for the moment, see only out of his right eye. The other man moved up close, making sure he wouldn't miss, then did the same for Jordyn's remaining eye. The salty sting of pain, cum and tears, his howls of protest and the men's laughter. The fingers finally released his eyelids but blinking only seemed to make it worse at first. Hands grabbed him and pulled him back onto the sofa. He blinked and sobbed desperately until finally he began to see something through the mess. He looked down his body and saw the bearded man. The man moved up close and reached for Jordyn's cage with one hand while with his other he stroked purposefully at his own cock. The humiliation and stimulation of being used by these men had resulted in Jordyn's dicklet straining hard against the unyielding tight restraint of his cage. He wondered if the man would try to release him but should have released that was not on the agenda, would never be on the agenda. Instead the man reached two fingers forward to the junction of Jordyn's balls and his hidden small shaft. The fingers stroked expertly a couple of times and the femboy felt his release. Felt his own cum dribble out of his cage and onto the skin of his firm pale stomach. The bearded man moved forward so that his own hard cock dominated and overshadowed Jordyn's caged clitty. A couple of harder strokes to his cock and the man was cumming too. Heavy pulses of seed that seemed to cover Jordyn's belly, to mix with and overwhelm his own cum. "There you go," the man finally said with a satisfied finality. His fingers mixed the cum on the femboy's skin. "Real men's seed, Poz seed, with that puny weak neg jizz of yours. Mix them together and soon enough its all Poz." He used a hand to scoop up some of the mixed seed, watched by an almost mesmerized Jordyn, then brought his hand up to smear the residue onto the unresisting face of the young femboy. The bearded man brought his other hand up to Jordyn's throat. There was, again, no resistance. The boy knew his place and looked into the man's eyes even as the fingers tightened on his throat, cut off the flow of air. The two men's eyes remained locked together, an undeniable connection being maintained, until finally the younger man's eyes widened a little. The bearded man watched closely as the young faggot lost consciousness, careful to remove his fingers at that precise moment. You had to know what you were doing if you played such games. Mistakes wouldn't be tolerated. There were another thirty men yet to have their fun with this slutty little bitch, *** Jordyn stretched out and felt the delicious languor of deserved fatigue in his young muscles. He felt that he was on a beach, naked, with the sound of a gurgling stream in his ears. No - not one gurgling stream - there were two. At that moment he heard a third stream and felt the warmth of moisture on his body. The stream was on his legs and then his belly, then a separate stream on his face. He hadn't moved so how had the streams come to meet him? His dreaming mind couldn't quite grasp that but now a stronger sense began to break through into his reverie. His sense of smell. Streams should have the fresh scent of water and not stink of... "Oh my God!! Oh no! Please - please stop - no - please no - you can't - please nooo..." He was suddenly awake and gabbling out words as the three men standing above him continued to piss on his body while he lay there in the wet-room. Despite all of his protests and pleadings the men continued until they were done and he never moved out of the way. "You needed cleaning down - take a look." Jordyn recognised the voice and he again felt fingers clamp on his hair and pull him up onto his unsteady feet. He was held in front of a mirror and looked at himself there. It hadn't been long before that he had looked so pretty, so delicious, courtesy of his own natural advantages and Spice's skilful make-up. Now Jordyn looked a total mess. Drying cum all over a face streaked with black where his eye make-up had run. Eyes themselves red and blood-shot. Another part of his face apparently washed clean but showing the start of a bruise from one of the harder slaps he had been given. There were other marks on his body, where fingers had gripped or pinched or slapped his delicate young skin. Most of all, however, there was the smell. He stank of piss - his body, his hair, everything. "Filthy little piss pig cumdump whore - that's what you is. What are you boy?" "I'm a filthy little piss pig cumdump whore sir." The bearded man laughed. "How'd a fine young man like you turn out to be such a worthless piece of shit faggot?" Jordyn knew the camera was recording all of this and knew just what to say. "I don't know - you'd have to ask my parents. They made me who I am." Once again the man laughed before shoving the femboy into the shower and turning on the water. A few minutes rest and recuperation were in order for the little cunt. He wasn't doing at all bad so far but the best was most definitely yet to come. ***

Love how this is the new normal for Dan. Being Ricks cum dump, bitch and whore. Exactly what Dan needs to be.

Damn that is hot 🥵

I love to use one ! it keep your ass open, and it's usable with other toys of fist

Will be visiting and have a hotel near the Eagle a couple nights. Message me if you want to play

@Rillion, it was worth the wait. Just message me if you spot any other typos, and I will fix them for you.

Welcome Back!

BBwhore90 -please continue this horny tale, its one of the best on the entire site.

Awesome. Thanks for the information.

That was a really great story. I am so glad that you did what you did for those guys when they needed it most. Thank you for doing that.

Sooo hot