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There was a hot story about a guy handcuffed in a sling but bf 'forgot the keys' so the sling slut took breedings from the whole club 😉

It’s been a week since the cuck drugged me. It’s been a week of taking loads and living my fantasy. All I’ve done is lift weights and take cock. I’ve quit my job, broke up with my partner, and came out to the world that I’m a dirty slut. Well, the cuck recorded and posted a video of me getting slammed and fucked to X. He also had me email it to everyone at work and text it to my ex, family, and friends. I was tweaked out. I looked directly at the camera saying that I’m a dumb faggot and I hated my life. Want to expose myself as the cum greedy whore who wants to live through his hole and be a sex slave. And just like that, all the work to become a lawyer, down the drain. The years spent with my partner, gone. I was getting so bored with my former life anyway. The cuck knew this. Even though he was the one that pushed me to this new life, it was my plan all along. I’m proud of the cuck for following through. Didn’t think he had the guts to do it, but I guess he didn’t want to lose access to my pussy. Let’s back up a bit. I’m Eli. 35 years old, 5’8”. Indonesian. Do CrossFit 5x a week. My ass and pecs have their own zip code. Worked at a big corporate law firm. Was with my partner, Patrick, for 7 years. Met him at a conference at the end of law school. Thought he was the love of my life. He fit the bill for everything I wanted back then: 6’3”, muscular, smart, and sweet. But he was so small. I tried to convince myself the first year that his looks, personality, and how he treated me were enough. He was so good to me, but also so boring in bed. I barely felt him, and he always came super quickly. Tried to broad the idea of an open relationship, but he freaked each time. So I did what anyone in my position would do: cheat. I knew having a partner like Pat would look great as I climb the corporate ladder. A hot guy like me with a hot partner like Pat screamed power couple, and I like power. So I told Pat that I needed to stay late at work to buckle down to impress the partners. Ever sweet Pat didn’t think twice. He pressed the I believe button and gave me an unlimited space to collect loads at our local bathhouse. Those initial years of cheating and collecting loads fed my ego. I had a hot dumb boyfriend, a well paying corporate law job, and a smoking body that got me lots of loads during each of my bathhouse trips. I got drunk from being wanted. So my narcissism and sluttiness grew. Over time, it wasn’t enough for me to collect loads. I needed to be worshipped. I was getting more jacked and was getting tired of how automatic it was to get bred. I needed to exert more control. To further flex my privilege. That’s when I hatched the idea to get another boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend though. I wanted a cuck. So I upped my lies. One night after dinner, I told Pat I was on the express track for partner, but that meant I needed to work on the weekends too and late more often. Told him the process can take up to 5 years. He said he understood and planned to start taking ceramics classes. lol. I started to undress and told him my pussy was hungry for his cum. It had been ages since he had fucked me. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, but first that he needed to sniff my hole. So we 69, but I told him keep his pats on so I could rub him through his clothes. He was confused but agreed. He dove into my cum-encrusted hole while I rubbed his hard cock through his pants. I wanted him to smell all the loads I had inside me. I’m sure he suspected that was cum, but was too scared to ask. I kept rubbing him and he started moaning. He asked me to stop because he was close and wants to breed me. I told him to beg to breed my hole. “Please let me breed your hole! I miss it so much!” Pat screamed. I sped up my rubbing and soon after he nutted through his pants. “Aw babe, you came prematurely again,” I said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but this is why it’s so hard to play with you. It’s ok. I love you.” He was going to say something, when I pulled his head in for a kiss. I knew I was cleared to find my second boyfriend after that.

This is the follow-up from my post yesterday about a new hookup wanting to get me pregnant. So here goes. I found this guy on BBRT. He's like 20 years younger than me. He's not worried about age - he just had a 3 day load of seed that he needed to deposit. Works for me. I had some problems with clean-out but finally got that under control. I arrived at his place already pre-lubed and ready for breeding. So, I wasn't really interested in anything but getting fucked. He was hard already so we were good to go. I hit the floor on all fours. He fingered my hole and once he realized I was pre-lubed he shoved 3 fingers in and started to finger fuck me. How romantic! I haven't been fucked in awhile - about 2 months - so I was ready to take his 7" cut cock. Damn, he was thick. He fucked me for awhile. I kept encouraging him to go balls deep - I think that was his original plan anyway. So, he was good at being a top. I liked the fact he kept talking about knocking me up. After the breeding we said our good byes with plans to return. It was different for me as the entire breeding was just that - no talk, no politeness - just a top needing to breed and a bottom needing to take a load. We agreed to try this arrangement every 1 - 2 weeks. I'm still feeding my cocksucker on Mondays and Tuesdays so I wasn't worried about cumming myself - the last think I need is my cocksucker complaining about reduced loads for his throat. I'm visiting Chicago in a few weeks. I'm hoping to get as many loads as possible there - just in case this guy wasn't successful at knocking me up. Fingers crossed!! 😉

The Easter Bunny Bash is @pozchaser21's second story with a party theme and an "innocent" young bottom as the main character. As in his first story (The Poz Hotel), the author sets the story in a party, game-like setting. He uses vivid language that takes readers into the scenes as voyeurs experiencing the sights, sounds, feelings, etc of the characters. Using a game/party environment allows the author to add a little more excitement as to how and with whom our "Luke" will see his goal realized--losing his anal virginity. We know there's a dress code and Luke is wearing a yellow, translucent jockstrap. Obviously, bottoms are to wear jockstraps giving tops easy access, but does the color have any significance? What's the dress code for tops? I am sure @pozchaser21will illuminate all of the details and more in the coming chapters. As a bonus, the author creates images for us to see his version of the places and characters. These leave very little doubt in readers' minds as to the author's intent. An outstanding intro chapter and I await to see what and who Luke encounters at the Easter Bunny Bash.

Fuck yeah I learned I’m a total breeder top & can use multiple boys a night & leave them full of my seed that breeding is not only my passion & a gift but a way of life for me also that guys like to drink my piss & that’s hot to 🐖💯🙏👑💦💦💦💦💦💦🏳️‍🌈

And sluts hit the woods to meet even sleazier sluts from other venues 😉

How did the blindfold sex go? Any other venues for BB sex?

Cruising outdoors I tend to wear a tracksuit with a rubber jock and a harness underneath - easy to pull the bottoms down to get fucked but easy enough to pull up if there's a risk of being discovered!

You are entitled to tell them "no I don't top" and expect them to respect it, but when you make a loud scene out of it, it kills all the boners not just your own, and pretty much ends the orgy right then and there because everyone feels like they are walking on eggshells afterward. Also keep in mind that some of us do love being at an orgy where guys feel free to back up on any available hard dick and know we can do the same without it becoming an orgy killing scene. I don't have a solution, but ironically I think the bad behavior is a bigger problem in places where there isn't a lot of casual fucking at orgies and fuck venues. Maybe it isn't a choice, but there is correlation.

My story of how I became a cumdump is kind of similar. I was a very handsome, fit young man with a huge beautiful bubble butt that would take loads from time to time. It was exciting to be with this Master top to show me new things. I met this alpha Master top in the chats. I thought my hookups with him would be where I'd only take his loads regularly which I did. He knows so many breeder tops in Los Angeles and he sent me to take care of their loads at their place which was very hot. He then told me there was going to be a bigger event. I arrived at his place where there was already a cumdump. My Master told me that I was going to be the second cumdump for the whoreout. This is back in the days of Craigslist where whoreouts were easily posted. It was after work on an afternoon and the guys started to show up. The other cumdump was stunning and he started servicing cocks and taking raw loads. I started servicing many cocks and quickly started taking more raw cocks than I ever did. The loads started filling up my hole.The breeder tops just kept coming and some pumped multiple loads for me. This was the first time I was in this kind of sex party. I didn't know quite how to process it all but I started to really enjoy it. My purpose was coming to me easily. My Master just threw me into a whoreout as a boot camp to become a cumdump. I loved it. I chatted with the other cumdump. He was very nice. The whoreout kind of corrupted and ruined me a bit. Cumdumps are a special group of gay men. They give up being a normal gay man to become a special gay man to always take raw loads from any breeder. I didn't mind being ruined because I loved being a cumdump for my Master top. I became my neighborhood cumdump also. I had so much fun. Eventually I did thank my Master for training me as cumdump. I loved it so much!! My Master took this picture as I was on the edge of his bed. Shaved, gaping, cummy hole in a jockstrap ready for the next load!!

But your public wants to know !

Nice start, full of promise

Part 2 I couldn’t quite understand what had happened. Twenty minutes ago I was having a shower and planning my day, now I was impaled by a massive cock inside my virgin ass. I continued to tremble, my body reacting in shock to this invasion, Steven still hand one hand about my throat, holding me tight against him while the other continued to play with my cock – humiliatingly hard despite the violation I was undergoing – despite the pain in my ass, was a little part of me enjoying this? I’d never been particularly into guys, and definitely not disgusting creeps like my landlord, and yet my cock was rock hard under his teasing, stroking hand. “Well well, for someone who doesn’t want fucked, you sure sat on my dirty cock quick enough, didn’t you boy? Tsk, tsk, such a little slut – you have no idea where that thing has been…” Steven chuckled breathily into my ear. I closed my eyes and shuddered. “Mmm, so tight too – for now anyway. You keep taking bare cock like this and you’ll get a lot less tight as well as everything else you’ve got coming to you, you little cock tease. You’ve been flaunting that nice body around here for months, well now its my turn to tease you a little.” His hand continued to stroke my cock. My body began to acclimatise to the burn and stretch of my poor arsehole, the feeling of fullness as my guts tried to accommodate the massive cock and I relaxed just a fraction. With my eyes still closed, I began to moan gently – my body betraying me as the hand on my dick brought me close to the edge. Then stopped. Stevens hand paused at the top of its stroke, and even with everything happening, I was frustrated at the lack of release. “Fuck...I’m so close to cumming…” I whispered. “Oh? That’s a pity. But if you want to cum, you’re going to have to fuck my hand. I’m not going to put in all the work here.” His fingers were still wrapped around my cock loosely. My body responded instinctively, my hips moving upwards as my need for release drove me to do what he said and try to fuck his hand to cum. The motion also slid my hole up his cock a little, the movement sending a bolt of stinging sensation through me at the same time as my cock sent a bolt of pleasure. I gasped at the mixed feelings rushing through me, but again my cock overrode whatever else I was thinking and I did it again. And again. Fucking myself on the impaling cock as I fucked his hand, overwhelmed by the conflicting urges. “Oh, you really are a slut. I’m going to enjoy knocking you up.” I heard the words but couldn’t quite parse his meaning. I also didn’t care in that exact moment, because a second or two later my cock erupted in one the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. I shot ropes of cum up to my chest and over my stomach, gasping as my body tensed then relaxed, I fell back against Steven’s chest and panted. “Hope you enjoyed your last negative cum shot.” Steven said in my ear as his hand gently caressed my sensitive cock. “Wha..negative?…” I struggled to find words in my post-orgasm state. Now that I’d came, the pain of the cock rearranging my guts was more at the fore front of my mind. “Yeah, I’m assuming you’re HIV negative, right?” My blood ran cold as I began to grasp what was actually happening to me. “Or were at least, because now it’s my turn, and I doubt you will be by the time I’m done with you boy.” Steven’s hand left my cock and grasped my hip again as the hand around my throat suddenly tightened, cutting off all but the slightest trickle of air. I tried to struggle, but Steven basically ignored this as he rolled us over leaving me face down on the couch under him with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. He slid first one then both knees in between mine forcing my legs apart. He moved from having his hand around my throat to having his arm locked around it in a headlock. My body had adapted ever so slightly to the cock inside me, but there was no preparation for what it was about to endure. He began to fuck me hard, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming it back in – I would have screamed in agony if I’d had the air in my lungs, but all I could manage was a pained wheeze, my nostrils filled with the damp smell of the BO coming from the man raping my recently virgin arse. He grunted in my ear as he power fucked me, balls slapping against my taint each time his hips met the cheeks. My vision started to go slightly dark around the edges as I fought for air. The pain was incredible, but it felt like my hole was getting wetter somehow as he drilled me, something lubricating his shaft some mixture of pre-cum and blood from tearing. Thankfully, right before I was a bout to pass out, his arm around my throat loosened enough for me to catch a gasping breath as he growled in my ear and gave a few final forceful thrusts before burying himself fully. His body tensed and through the burning in my hole I felt his cock twitch. After a moment he relaxed and collapsed on top of me, cock still deep inside me. I trembled and whimpered underneath him. What the fuck? Did I have this dirty old perverts poisonous cum inside me? What was I going to do?

A couple of quick thoughts, around 16:40 there was a discussion about sexual positions. Which was something other than the handkerchief code, which was mostly before my time, wasn't something we had until the proliferation of the hookup apps. I know the handkerchief code had ways of signalling a multitude of positions and interests, but the lists of positions and interests on the has exploded over the last 5 years, and has gotten specific to the point that it seems to be doing more to keep guys from hooking up than facilitating it. I've thought in the past that at least signaling positions helps slightly with real world cruising here in nofuckland, but and now questioning whether it really does. Case in point, last night was backout/glow bracelet night at Steam, I was in line to get my green bracelet that indicates verse, when a guy just coming into the club held up the line for close to 10 minutes because he didn't want to commit to any of the available positions, top, verse, bottom, oral only or other. After a long ridiculous conversation with the bathhouse employee he finally chose verse, and to his credit was getting fucked 10 minutes later, and I saw him fucking a guy in the sling later, but it made me wonder why it was that difficult for someone here to commit to indicating they are verse when they really are. There also seems to be a lot of confusion about what the positions really mean, I see it frequently here in nofuckland, where a guy chooses fucking position and then puts something in the text about being toys, hands or something else that isn't a dick only, which seems to be a complete misunderstanding of what the position means. I also frequently read profiles when I'm traveling where guys put something about no sides, and then feel the need to further explain that side activities are everything except fucking with a cock, which leads me to believe it is at least somewhat of a problem everywhere. The unsolicited nudes issue, is something I had never really thought about. My hookup profiles all have nudes, but do not have face pics, I don't send unsolicited nudes but do frequently receive them, and am extremely reluctant to send a face pic until I'm almost sure we are actually going to fuck. That doesn't really translate well to pre app cruising, where flashing your dick meant you felt safe and definitely wanted to hookup. I do like the Places feature on Sniffies, especially when I travel to find places to go on the hunt for a hookup in real life. It allows you to see how many are there, who is there now, how many have been there recently, allows for wall postings to figure out what guys look for at that cruising spot and check out the profiles of guys currently there or who posted on the wall to find out whether guys actually go there to find fucks or whatever the hell guys who don't fuck or suck do when they "hookup".

As I cruise after douching and dildos then there's always lube in me when I arrive for men to add their cum 😎

Spit and precum, the gold standard for a spontaneous, rough fuck.

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That does sound interesting. I may check out the researchers website when I have some time.