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I was in seminary and sucked off lots of holy Catholic priest cock. Priests were some of the filthiest guys I’ve ever been with.

Wish you dumped 11 days in my hole

Is there no Daddy breeders here?

Familiar, I was 10, he was much older, in the locker room

I would love to try that one day sounds hot

I was always hard. Cocks and boys, in many versions from small to large.

Another interesting and hot chapter. This story keeps building and just gets better with every chapter😀

I wonder what other features the app has... 😈

Story 2a- Purchased for the Night The idea had been simple enough in theory. Sell my ‘virginity’ to the highest bidder. Pay off all my debt. It was a week ago when the idea was planted in my mind. After yet another poor turnout on the camera feed, jacking my cock off on live stream for a few extra dollars, I’d finished the stream, barely raking in $100. It was after the stream when I looked in my inbox and saw the link, sent from one of the many randomized user names on the site. At first, I was going to ignore it, tallying it up to one of the many bots trying to scam creators on the site. However, this one seemed different. The grammar was correct, the promise of a large payout for one night of work getting the better of me. Against my better judgement, I decided to click the link, being brought to an interesting darknet site. The link told me about the offer of a special auction site, offering up my virginity to the highest bidder for a night filled with whatever the seller wanted, barring any severe bodily harm. I’d be allowed to stream it for extra cash, would be guaranteed. A deposit would be submitted in my account the night before, and full payment in my account the next morning. I went ahead and hit accept, giving an empty temporary bank account for the funds to go to, just in case this were all a scam. The worst that would happen was I’d be out $25, the minimum for setting up the account. As the week progressed, I watched as the silent auction quickly grew, first surpassing $1000, then $10k… I forced myself to not get excited, playing off the auction as still being a likely fake. As the final clock finally hit zero, I looked at the final total. $97,345. Suddenly, a ding on my phone went off, somewhat sending a chill down my back. It was my personal phone. The one I never gave out to anyone, save for a few close friends and relatives. Nervous, I picked it up and looked at the screen. Alex Slater, as agreed, bidding has been completed and 10% of the sale ($9,734.50) has been transferred to the account specified. Details for the purchaser’s conditions will follow shortly. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead. I’d never given them my name. Even the bank account had been put into the name I used for online streaming… Max Bang, chosen at random with some porn name generator I’d found online. Alex, failure to follow instructions will result in banning from all major streaming sites, as well as a fee of 25% being taken from your accounts at Community Bank and First Mutual Savings. Please confirm you understand this. Failure to reply will result in a copy of everything being sent to your mother Andrea and father Miguel as stated in subsection 8 of your contract. My hands shaking, truly scared at the message. They knew everything about me… the banks I used, my parent’s names. Slowly, I replied, asking who this was. Our name is not important. We are simply a broker. Please confirm if you understand your instructions. Although you may be concerned, we provide this level of service to our purchasers in order to prevent both parties from suffering financially. I typed out a quick yes, sitting back in the chair, wondering what I had just gotten into. Received. A car will pick you up this Friday at 7:00pm from your home and take you to the hotel on 27th and Grand. You’re to get a room key from the front desk, held under your name, and enter the room. Remove all clothing and put on the black blindfold that will be provided on the bed. Do not bother with bringing any weapons or streaming equipment. Weapons will not be tolerated and will result in immediate return of any payment, and carries the same penalties as listed before. Streaming equipment will already be provided. I slowly typed ok, my heart racing as I did. Good. The auction winners will see you Friday. Enjoy yourself. With that, I tossed my phone away. Unnerved. I’d felt growing anticipation for the entire week leading up to the “event,” nearly sending a message I wanted to cancel every single time, before talking myself out of it. Finally, I found myself in the back of a nondescript Uber vehicle, quietly making my way downtown from my parent’s average looking suburban house. Quickly enough, we pulled up in front of the large hotel and I exited the vehicle quietly. I made my way to the lobby desk, greeted by a smartly dressed man in a vest and white dress shirt. Giving my real name, the man looked for a moment before handing me a small plastic keycard, writing the room number in the small folder holding it. “You’ll need to use the card to get to your floor as well,” the man said, pointing in the direction of the elevators, “Tap the key to the reader and hit 8.” 860, the number read, and I silently walked over, dread and anticipation flowing through me. Following the instructions, I watched as the doors closed with a soft thump and the elevator quickly climbed. Just as silently, the doors opened, only a soft ding announcing the arrival and I stepped off, looking at the sign pointing towards what would be the room. After a long walk to the end of the hallway, I opened the door and stepped in, looking at the display before me. Several high quality cameras were aimed at the bed, a bundle of rope, a ball gag, and a blindfold sitting neatly arranged on the bed. I looked around as a distorted voice erupted from the expensive looking computer sitting on the table. “Welcome Alex. Strip naked and put the blindfold on, then lay down on the center of the bed on your back. Do not worry about the gag or ropes.” I swallowed, trying to stomach my fear as I did as I was told, quickly disrobing and pulling the blindfold on, feebly feeling around before crawling across the bed and laying down. I laid for a few minutes, unsure what to do next until I heard the motorized whir of the electronic lock on the door engage and the shuffling sound of someone walking in. Roughly one of my legs was grabbed and I instinctively pulled back, now actually afraid. “Alex. You will be tied up as requested by the purchaser,” the distorted voice said, “Do not fight as no harm will be done to you. Compliance is mandatory as part of purchase for your services.” I forced my leg to go limp, scared as first it was tied up, and then the other. My legs were quickly lifted up and I felt as the got trussed into the air. Next, my arms were tied up, each limb pulling to one of the corners of the bed. The person then roughly pushed my ass higher, as several pillows we shoved underneath me. Satisfied, the unknown man let out a satisfied laugh, smacking my ass. “He’s ready,” the unknown man’s voice said, as I could just make out the weight of him at the far end of the bed. “The client wishes to have him prelubricated,” the garbled voice responded, “Please proceed.” Suddenly, I jumped as I felt a rough beard at my hole as a warm wet tongue began to lick and poke at my tight asshole, unaccustomed to the feeling. I shook slightly, unnerved at the feeling, both feeling amazing but also a tiny bit uncomfortable as the hair scratched around the tender flesh around my opening. I couldn't help but moan slightly as the tongue began to poke into the sensitive circle of flesh, eventually breaching me. I began to enjoy the feeling, unable to move anything except my head as the mystery man continued to spit and finger me. Finally satisfied I was prepared, the distorted voice spoke again. “A total of 10 men have paid for the pleasure tonight to use you as they see fit. They have all requested a gag be placed in your mouth so they can enjoy using you without argument,” the voice said, “The first man has requested you to be high on poppers. Our assistant is now going feed you some and put the gag in your mouth. Do not fight him.” A bottle of what smelt like poppers was held under my nose expectantly. Tentatively, I took a deep sniff, my head immediately rushing as the strong chemicals quickly entered my blood stream. I let out a deep groan, my mouth opening as I did so. Suddenly, the gag was pushed into my mouth. Thankfully, a small hole was drilled in it, allowing for me to breathe through it. The unseen assistant quickly secured the gag and after feeding me more poppers, let my head bounce loosely on the bed. The electronic lock whirred again, as the door opened and a new person stepped into the room. Silently, someone climbed on the bed, slowly feeling my body in silence. The hands slowly worked up and down my legs, one hand gently giving my average sized cock a tug. The stranger gave a satisfied hum, before poking a finger roughly into my ass. “Am I the first to get in him,” the man asked, his finger roughly moving around in side me, causing me to squirm. “As highest bidder, you have been picked as the first to go instead of randomly,” the distorted voice said, chuckling, “As a thank you for your contributions in previous events.” “Fuck yeah, going to love breaking this one in,” the man replied, as he roughly pulled his finger out and suddenly plunging his thick, long cock deep inside me. The piercing on his dick dragged painfully inside me as he quickly seated himself deep in my ass. I let out a pained moaned, the sound severely muffled by the gag. “Fuck yeah, definitely a real virgin hole,” the man said happily, “Have him feed the slut some more poppers so we both can enjoy this.” Suddenly, the bottle was held under my nose. I quickly took several deep sniffs, hoping they would help with the pain deep inside me. After a minute or two, the pain began to subside. The man inside me, satisfied I was now effectively relaxed, quickly began to slam hard and fast inside of me. Suddenly, his hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing slightly has his plowed hard and fast. “Fuck yeah, slut, take my daddy dick deep in those virgin guts,” the man growl, spitting on my face as he fucked me, “Feel that dick destroying your guts? I fucking paid good money for that.” I could barely breathe, the feeling of the man effectively raping me as his body slammed hard into mine, knocking the breath out of me while his hands firmly gripped my neck. “Fuck, here it comes, going to breed those shredded guts of yours,” the man yelled, fucking my ass even harder, “Here it comes, slut!” Suddenly, I felt as the man unleashed a massive load of cum into my ass, his cock throbbing as he continued to fuck me, causing him to growl and snort in animalistic abandon. “Fucking take that dirty poz load, fucker,” the man said menacingly, “Fucking breeding you deep with my virus. Hope it was fucking worth it for a measly ten grand.” I began to thrash, my mind racing as I realized what he was saying. “Yeah, like hearing that, don’t you,” the man chuckled evilly, “So fucking hot when dumb little sluts like you finally realize why you’re getting such a big payout for some guys to fuck you.” I let out a choked sob, realizing how fucked I truly was. Pulling his cock out, he chuckled again before wiping his cock on my groin. “Fuck yeah, nice and pink,” he said, before pushing his thumb inside, “Better keep that load inside you, boy. Only lube you’ll be getting here on out.” I laid back, resigned as I felt tears streaming down my face. How could I have been so stupid Everything always comes with a catch… I asked myself, feeling as the man promptly climbed off the bed. I could vaguely make out the sounds of him getting dressed before the door opened and slammed shut. “A deposit of $31,000 has now been made into your account,” the distorted voice said, “You also have earned $2000 in tips on your current livestream.” Part of me was shocked to hear this, amazed at the amount. Even on my best day, I’d never come close when streaming. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, I thought to myself, trying to rationalize away what I had just signed myself up for. A knock at the door cut the silence of the room, followed by the whirring of the lock mechanism. Another faceless man slowly climbed onto the bed, as I tried to mentally prepare myself for the next round. —------ Several hours later, I awoke, having passed out from the onslaught after the 8th load. Opening my eyes, I looked around the hotel room, surprised to find it completely clear off all the equipment. The ball gag had been removed and the blindfold gone. As had the ropes that I had been bound with. Sitting up, I felt as my ass began to throb painfully, loose and drooling out the numerous poz loads that had been deposited in it. I saw as the screen on my phone flashed and buzzed, likely having been the thing to wake me up. The remainder of the $97,435 dollars have now been deposited into your account. An additional $34,000 dollars is also available in tips. Hope it was worth it. Let us know if they don’t take, and we can line up a new group of buyers. Laying back, I looked up at the ceiling, shocked at the staggering number.

Night was shaping up to be a washout. Scams and flakes. Guy on X said he was on his way. Decided to give him a chance. Paid off. Blindfolded, door open. I heard him come in. He presented me a musky cock. Swelled nice in my mouth. Fucked my mouth for a bit, using it to edge. Turned me around and slid it in (could have used some more lube). Edged a bit in my ass, then pulled out and pushed me down, used my mouth to edge some more and finally filled my mouth. He had a great cock and from what I could feel a great body.

fuck yea! continue So freaking hottt

I started bare mainly because the guy lied to me and talked me into bareback. After that first time I was pretty put off of having sex again but then contacted him and went back a few times for more.

16" Double ender. Can take both sides about half way.

Yes please

I like a guy who’s easy going outside of the bedroom, but once it’s time to fuck, he has no problem taking charge. I also like if he knows how to tease me subtly in public until I can’t take it anymore and then has me service him.

CHAPTER 3 , Helena's First Step The man led Helena into one of the private rooms, and she followed in silence, her heart pounding in her chest. The door closed softly behind them, sealing her inside the room with him, alone. "Relax," he said, his voice warm and reassuring. "This is your room. Your rules." She nodded, trying to force herself to breathe slowly and calmly. He started with gentle kisses, his touch deliberate and respectful, but as he undressed her, his hands grew firmer, more possessive. Her dress slipped to the floor, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, her skin hot with a mix of nervousness and excitement. He undressed in silence, revealing a strong, lean body, his erection fully erect and unprotected. Helena's breath hitched at the sight, her mind screaming warnings, but her body ached with desire. He guided her onto the bed, his grip firm on her wrist, and spread her legs with a single, dominant motion. "May I?" he asked, but there was no softness in his voice, only a raw, primal hunger. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. And then he was on her, his body pressing down on hers, his cock pressing against her entrance, hard and insistent. He entered her with a single, brutal thrust, shearing into her, impaling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp, intense pain that quickly morphed into a dark, twisted pleasure. Her entire body responded violently, a mix of terror and euphoria coursing through her veins like a drug. One in twenty, her mind screamed. One fucking chance in twenty that you're about to get infected by a stranger. The reality of it, the raw, brutal truth of it, sent a shiver of dark excitement down her spine. He started to move, his hips snapping against hers, each thrust deliberate and deep, a claiming, a conquering. He was not gentle, not soft, not kind. He was a stranger, a mask, a potential threat, and he was fucking her raw, unprotected, unrestrained. And she was loving every fucking second of it. Her nails dug into his back, her hips met his thrusts with a desperation that matched his own. She was surrendering, giving in to the primal, dangerous allure of it all. He was grunting, his breath hot and heavy in her ear, his body slick with sweat as he pounded into her, claiming her, using her. And she was his, completely, utterly his in that moment, a willing participant in this dangerous, exhilarating game. His pace quickened, his body slamming into hers with a brutal, unyielding rhythm. She could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, and she knew he was close, working his way to his climax. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting, the scent of sex and sweat and something more primal, more dangerous. She was torn, her mind a whirlwind of doubt and desire. Should I ask? Should I find out? Or should I just let it happen, let him finish, let him come inside me, let whatever will be, be? The question sat on the tip of her tongue, a heavy, pulsing presence, a decision that felt like a matter of life and death. Her heart pounded, her body ached, and her mind raced, a dizzying mix of fear, excitement, and uncertainty. She was on the brink, teetering on the edge of a precipice, and she knew that once she asked, there would be no going back. The tension was insane, a crazy, exhilarating, terrifying tension that had her on the verge of screaming. And then, in a moment of sheer panic, she blurted out the question, her voice a shaky whisper, "Are you?" He paused, his body still buried deep inside hers, his voice a low, steady rumble, "No." A wave of relief washed over her, a relief so profound it left her dizzy and lightheaded. But with that relief came a sense of loss, a fading of the crazy tension that had been building between them. It was over, the moment of truth had passed, and now it was just a fuck with a stranger, raw and primal, but lacking the electric charge of the unknown. His breathing grew ragged and desperate. "May I come inside you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. This was it, the final question, the ultimate decision. She whispered back, trembling, "Yes." His release exploded inside her, a warmth that flooded her, seeping into her most intimate places. She lay there, breathless, as he held himself inside her, releasing every drop, the rush of it all unlike anything she had ever felt. The gamble was complete, and she was left reeling in the aftermath. Helena rejoined the others, her body still throbbing with the aftermath of her encounter. Mia looked up at her, her eyes wide with a mix of fear, envy, and uncertainty. "You... you did it?" Mia stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Helena nodded, trying to hide the mix of emotions swirling within her. Lisa's grin widened, a triumphant and excited glint in her eyes. Rachel, ever the stoic one, simply stared at the floor, her expression unreadable. The tension in the group was palpable, a thick, heavy blanket of unspoken words and lingering doubts. Mia fidgeted nervously, her hands twisting in her lap, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "I... I want to go home," she managed to stutter out, her voice trembling with anxiety. The others exchanged glances, the reality of their situation settling in. The night had taken a toll on them all, and the once-exciting dare now felt like a heavy burden. They decided to call it a day, the weight of their experiences too much to bear any longer. As they gathered their things and made their way out, the air thick with the remnants of their dangerous game.

CHAPTER 2 , The Arrival The car ride was tense, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. The weight of their decision had finally settled in, and the women rode in silence. Rachel sat by the window, her arms crossed tightly across her chest, lips pressed into a thin line. Mia clutched her purse in both hands, her thumbs tapping nervously against each other. Lisa, on the other hand, was glowing with anticipation, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Helena stayed silent, her gaze fixed forward, her heart pounding beneath her calm exterior. The building was discreet, blending seamlessly into the night. There were no signs, no lights, no windows, just a single door that promised a world unlike any other. Two well-dressed attendants greeted them without a word and led them inside. With each step, the outside world dissolved, leaving them in a sleek, softly lit reception hall. At the main desk, a woman in black met them, her voice a soft whisper. "Welcome to Roulette Night. You are fully informed of the rules?" The four women nodded, their expressions a mix of nervousness and resolve. She handed each of them a simple document outlining the rules: No condoms permitted. Twenty male partners. One HIV positive, untreated. No medical testing provided. Participants trust the integrity of the process. Women may ask the man at any point: ‘Are you the infected one?’ The man must answer truthfully. Silence after disclosure equals consent. Each woman signed, their names looking strange and formal at the bottom of those cold, clinical pages. The central lounge was elegant and muted, a stark contrast to the pulsating energy of the city outside. Twenty men stood scattered throughout the room, each wearing identical black masks, their anonymity absolute. The women were unmasked, the unspoken message clear: You are exposed. They are not. Soft music played beneath quiet conversation, and waiters moved discreetly with trays of champagne. The four friends huddled briefly in a corner, their voices low. "I hate this already," Rachel whispered sharply, her eyes scanning the room with disdain. Mia’s voice trembled as she spoke, "We don’t have to do anything. We can just watch." Lisa grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But we can do more than that. That's the point, isn't it?" Helena simply nodded, her pulse throbbing in her throat. The danger felt alive here, palpable and intoxicating. The men moved with a predatory grace, circling politely, speaking gently, never pushing. It was not a crude meat market; this was about temptation, about the thrill of the unknown. Helena quickly caught the attention of a tall, sharp-eyed man. His voice was deep and confident, sending a shiver down her spine. "You’re new," he stated, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes," she answered softly, trying to hide her nervousness. "You control everything," he reassured her. "No one forces you here." "I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible. But he leaned in closer, his breath warm on her ear. "But you’re drawn to the edge, aren’t you? Where control becomes… less certain." Helena's stomach flipped, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. She was here, and there was no turning back.

Too bad he didn't have some friends come over and use you Anon

This story contains dark psychological elements, and extreme consensual scenarios intended purely for fictional entertainment. If you somehow visit this forum and are still easily offended, overly politically correct, or uncomfortable with explicit material involving psychological submission and risky behavior, you are advised not to read further. Although I know a Helena and a Mia, all characters are entirely fictional and over the age of 18. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. I have been lurking on this forum for a long time. Here is my little pervert gift to you all. I hope you enjoy it. Motier1815 (ObsidianPulse) Into the Crazy Room CHAPTER 1 , The Dare The year was 2001, and dangerous ideas often started as jokes that spiraled out of control. Helena and her friends were gathered around Rachel’s dining table for their monthly "Girls' Night," a setting familiar to them all. The table was set with early 2000s decor, and the air was filled with the scent of wine and the low hum of a CD player in the background. Wine poured freely, as did their deepest secrets. Four successful, independent women in their late twenties, each restless in their own right, found themselves drawn into a web of intrigue sparked by Lisa's casual question. Lisa, ever the boundary-pusher, leaned in after her second glass, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Ever heard of Roulette Night?" she asked, her tone as nonchalant as if she were suggesting a new restaurant. The others looked up, curiosity piqued. Rachel, ever the pragmatist, was the first to respond. "Sounds like a casino," she said flatly, taking a sip of her wine. Lisa’s grin sharpened, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. "It’s not," she replied, lowering her voice to a near whisper. "It’s a private party. Fetish scene. Bareback only. No condoms allowed." Rachel raised an eyebrow, a mix of disbelief and intrigue on her face. "Really? That’s bold," she said, leaning back in her chair. Mia raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. "What is it then?" she asked, her voice laced with caution. Lisa leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "Out of the twenty men attending, one’s HIV positive," she revealed, letting the bombshell hang in the air. The room froze, the weight of her words settling over the group like a shroud. Helena’s breath caught in her chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins. By 2001, HIV/AIDS was better understood, but the stigma and fear were still very real. Mia whispered, her voice barely audible, "You mean… actually positive?" Lisa nodded, her eyes never leaving theirs. "Yes. Untreated," she confirmed, her voice smooth and unyielding. Rachel shook her head sharply, horror etched on her face. "That’s insane," she declared. "So… no tests? Nothing?" she asked, her voice rising in disbelief. Lisa shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that only served to heighten the tension. "Only their word," she said, her tone dismissive. The table went silent, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Lisa continued, savoring every word, "While you're with your partner, you’re allowed to ask him directly: ‘Are you the infected one?’ He must answer truthfully. If he lies, he's banned forever. After his answer, you decide. You can say no at any time, and he pulls out. But if you say nothing..." Lisa let the silence hang, the implication clear. "...it's taken as consent." Helena felt a strange pulse deep inside her, a mix of fear and exhilaration. The idea of a five percent chance, nineteen clean, one infected, with no real proof, wrapped around her brain like silk and thorns. Mia looked sick, her face pale and drawn. "One of us could get it," she whispered, her voice trembling. Lisa shrugged again, her smile predatory. "Or none of us. The odds are in your favor," she said, her voice laced with excitement. "But they're not zero," Mia whispered, her eyes wide with fear. Lisa smiled, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "And that’s exactly why it’s exciting," she declared. Over the following weeks, Lisa kept returning to the idea, her enthusiasm unwavering. Rachel resisted the hardest, but even she couldn’t fully turn away. Mia said little but grew more visibly shaken every time the topic came up. Helena kept her own battle private, afraid of how much the idea thrilled her, the risk, the irreversible danger, the ultimate surrender. Lisa’s final move came when she dropped the invitation on the table weeks later. ROULETTE NIGHT, PRIVATE INVITATION. Rachel stared at it like it was a weapon, her face a mask of horror and disbelief. Mia simply exhaled, her breath shaky and uncertain. Lisa’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "One night. One chance. Watch if you want. Nothing more , unless you choose," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous promise. The early 2000s decor and the low hum of the CD player seemed to fade into the background as the gravity of their decision settled in.

I sometimes bottom for a older Dominant Top who I believe take the little blue pills. I've sucked on his hard dick for over an hour. I am literally having jaw pain from the never ending sucking and he's just sitting there holding me down on him.

No King protest was super successful. I’m glad there was REAL Americans protesting this awful administration.

We should make that happen lol

Never thought about it but this sounds fun ngl lol