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🤣🤣🤣 this is epic! all "when does life begin, at conception or birth?" philosophy aside, as a gay man i believe in sex for fun so - did u have fun pouring his load in you? all the weird comments here that harken back to a rigid "the sole purpose of sex is procreation" bent, including the zero tolerance stances on condoms, can go jump in a lake imho. talk about stealing defeat from the jaws of victory! 🤣

[think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/ass-up-cumdump-bred-by-sexy-fit-top-fucker/

I like to wear a leather harness. It gives my top easy control and makes me feel absolutely sexy. Other than that, additional fetish wear/restraints are fun if my fucker enjoys it.

Let me work on it as do you want it to go darker

Thank you for everyone's response 😉 I'll for sure be checking out Lab, Boiler and Bull. I can't wait to be flooded with loads and my holes used.

This is getting hotter and hotter… completely breaking Jordyn will almost be a relief to us all, but I hope there will be a long journey of use and breaking first… and we see how Jordyn handles the inevitable changes to his home and college and adjusts to his new life!

I will go without. I’d rather never fuck again than have a rubber anywhere near my hole.

I love being naked, easier access

Fuck I love when a guy tells me what to wear - especially underwear. Had a FB who told me to meet him late night in a parking lot and said "wear underwear that tells me you are a fag. I bet you have a favorite you wear when you bottom." 20 minutes later I'm bent over the hood of his car getting fucked wearing a black CK thong feeling like such a dirty fag while he bred my pussy.

Chapter 9 - A New Jordyn It was hard to believe it had all happened. It surprised him that he hadn't crashed on his drive home; his mind had been so filled with the events of the afternoon and evening. People and places he had never really believed he would experience; so different to all that had gone before in his sheltered, protected, young life. The lies to his parents had come easily when he had finally got back. They had swallowed them but they wouldn't always. Not that it mattered. He knew he wouldn't need to lie too much longer. Soon the real truth would be out there, undeniable and irreversible. Jordyn shivered a little as he sat on his bed. Jerome had that video of him sucking cock. The man had also taken a photo of his I.D. and so knew his real name, his home address, the college he attended. It had been so stupid of him. He really was at Jerome's mercy now. Jordyn knew what the man wanted from him and also knew what Jordyn himself had asked for. Now Jerome wouldn't accept less - Jordyn understood that as surely as he had ever understood anything. He was trembling now. It couldn't be real. It had to be one of his horny dreams and he would soon wake up, just as frustrated and desperate as ever. Except he felt the pressure, the painful restriction from his little dicklet as it strained to get hard. He checked his door was closed and then eased down his pants. There was the proof that this was no dream. It was as real as sin. He saw the pair of frilly pink girl's panties and as he pulled them off he saw the cage on his little penis. It wanted to get hard but the cage wouldn't let it and that felt strange and restrictive and - right. The key was in his pocket where Jerome had dropped it before driving off. There was a little bottle of lube too - a present from the Black man. Though he knew he'd end up paying for anything the man gave him - paying with his sweet little femboy pussy. The shivers of fear had become shivers of excitement. Nothing had ever got him horny like thinking about Jerome and Wolf and what they would do to him. They and their friends. How many friends? He'd just be a piece of lovely little fuckmeat to them - a sacrifice to their potent masculinity. They'd use him and they'd ruin him. Without hesitation, sympathy or mercy. Jordyn's hand shook as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the lube. He left the key where it was. He was horny as fuck and he knew the rules - when he was horny or with Jerome he had to wear the cage. This wasn't about his dicklet it was all about his hole. Making it ready for real men to ruin. He lubed up his fingers and gently pushed one into his own ass. It felt good, not as good as when Jerome had done it but good none the less. He pushed a little harder and felt a slight discomfort. He let his mind go back to being bent over the garbage behind a seedy porn store. He let the horniness and pleasure wash into and merge with any pain. That was the cocktail he wanted and needed. The special place Jerome had first taken him to. There would be many more experiences like that - he had so much to learn. Jordyn's finger was joined by another and he was fingering his hole hard and fast when his clitty shot its load into the cage. He knew he could go on if he wanted but perhaps not tonight. Now he needed to take the cage off and clean it and himself. There would be many more times in the future now that he knew how a faggy femboy like himself was meant to cum. Now he knew just how right it felt. *** He was outside the store early the next afternoon. It was still locked and no-one was there. He waited for five minutes until another vehicle arrived and a feminine figure got out to unlock the door, sending him a bright little wave. "You must be Jordyn. I'm Spice - we have a couple of hours before opening. Don't look so nervous sweetie." Spice was an inch or two taller than Jordyn and perhaps a year or two older. She had a rather gawky gothic presence and Jordyn had to admit that he found her a little intimidating. Her hair was peroxide-blonde leaving obvious dark roots and her scarlet lipstick and dark eye-makeup were very obvious against her pale skin. She wore her white blouse open at the neck to reveal a heavy Black leather collar that matched her boots and her knee-length skirt. Once inside Spice hung up her combat jacket and turned to examine Jordyn more carefully. She frowned a little. "You normally wear that outfit?" Jordyn nodded. "That's a waste sweetie. We can do a lot better than that!" Jordyn felt confused and a little alarmed as Spice began to undress him. He didn't know what to do. Spice wore her look well but Jordyn had never been into girls. Nevertheless he hadn't the confidence to say 'no' or to resist as she rapidly stripped him down to his pink panties. "You might like to take those off yourself," said Spice with a devilish little smile, "you've such a cute little body I might not be able to keep my hands off you." Jordyn looked at her like a rabbit caught in the headlights and the girl laughed again, a strangely brittle sort of laugh. "C'mon sweetie - we have work to do!" Jordyn obeyed without further hesitation. Even a girl like this seemed able to dominate him. Now he was naked and feeling very vulnerable. Spice wasn't pleased. "You must be very new." A pale finger pointed at Jordyn's limp penis. "Why would I want to see that? Where's your cage?" Jordyn found it and secured it in place - he had practised a couple of times the previous night and so it was easy, especially since the shop wasn't exactly warm. Spice beamed with pleasure, her light blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "You are so lucky. That cage makes it look like you haven't got a dick at all." She lifted her skirt. "I'm bigger so I have to make do with one of these." Jordyn's eyes almost popped out of his head. Spice wore a little pink plastic cage that wasn't flat like his but rather formed the shape of a penis. "You're a man," he blurted out. "Fuck that," said Spice. "I'm a girl and don't you forget it. Just I'm a girl with something extra." Jordyn had been fooled entirely. Even now looking carefully he could barely see the young man Spice had once been - before she had become her true self. "You look amazing," was all Jordyn could say. A pleased grin replaced the momentary annoyance that had been on Spice's face. "Thanks sweetie and now we need to get to work. You have preferences or should I just give you what Jerome prefers?" "What Jerome likes." The answer came automatically. It was weird but Jordyn felt a kindred spirit with Spice, a closeness he hadn't really felt with anyone before. It was clear Spice was being herself and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought about it. Jordyn wished he could be like Spice - perhaps with her help he could be. "I've known Jerome a while but Lewis made sure he knew I'm a lesbian. How on earth did you meet him?" That question carried an implicit sub-text. 'How did a vanilla normie like you meet a man like Jerome?' Jordyn didn't like that - people hadn't understood who he was for all his young life. He wanted Spice to understand. "We met online. I asked Jerome to ruin me." Spice had the natural air of a person who very few things surprised. However, she was surprised now. "You really asked him that?" "I need someone to take charge and help the world understand the real me. I need to be with a group of dominant men who know how to ruin me, on camera, so no-one can ever deny who I really am again. I need to be destroyed. Do you think Jerome can do that?" "You've met him haven't you - what do you think? Did he fuck you?" Jordyn shook his head. "No - he took me to meet a man called Wolf." Actually to be shown to a man like Wolf but that didn't sound so good. Spice sniffed a little. "Wolf is OK so long as you understand he'd sell that sweet hole of yours to a bunch of smelly homeless guys in an instant. Well, cute like you are if Jerome didn't fuck you its because he has plans for you. Think all you asked for - plus anything extra he can think up." Her eyes seemed to bore into his very soul. "It wouldn't be the first time - though usually they don't come begging for it. You really sure that's what you want?" "More sure than anything." He felt his lip tremble at the admission. Spice took his hand in hers - a welcome gesture of support. "Well if you're sure. At least I can ensure that when you get trashed you'll look fucking gorgeous!" Jordyn returned her smile. It felt good to tell someone who he really was and it felt even better that Spice didn't try to 'talk sense' to him. He had enough stupid doubts and fears without having other people loading theirs onto him. Then Spice got to work. *** If you wanted to learn then you went to someone who knew. Spice rapidly ran Jordyn through all the tedious necessities of preparing himself for his men. Keeping his body nice and smooth and hairless, keeping his hole nice and clean and fresh, what he could use to prepare his tight little femboy hole for its grand opening. She packed up a little set of toys and lube for him to work with. Then a set of exercises to keep his trim little twink body and that bubble booty both at their best However, first Spice had helped him find a new look. Jordyn had let his hair grow a little longer and Spice had tutted and fussed and styled it. Just a few changes but they made a difference. Then the outfit. Spice had found him some black and white sneakers, long black socks that came up to just above his knee, a short-sleeved grey crop top with a low neckline and a pair of black booty shorts to cover his pink frilly panties. Jordyn looked in the full-length mirror and felt something he couldn't remember feeling before. He felt that he was looking at himself - his real self. A boy, yes, but not a boy that fitted into the macho masculine stereotype. "Will you wear that to college tomorrow?" Spice's question was a loaded one. Dread swept through Jordyn. He'd never be able to go home like this, to go to college like this! He just looked at Spice and his look told her what she expected. "Baby steps sweetie. But it's a shame - you look so fucking cute! Meantime you can surely do better than that horrible look you had when you got here." Spice taught him how a boy could be himself - even under the noses of others. How he could wear his leggings or even sheer hose under his pants and how those pants could be of a more feminine cut. How an over-sized hoodie could hide wearing a girl's shirt underneath or even something more obviously meant for females. How color could make such an impact. How he could use clear lip-gloss and nail polish and wear subtle jewellery - again hidden by his clothing. Baby steps, as Spice said, but his first steps. There was so much to learn but it was so exciting! "You can be as feminine or just as much of a femboi as you like - just get to where you feel comfortable, to where you feel yourself. Not everyone can be quite as fabulous as me after all!" Spice's elfin face beamed at him in the mirror. She had enjoyed playing dress up with him. "Just ease those shorts off again sweetie." Jordyn dropped the little black booty shorts and then felt her hands on him as he leaned over to push the shorts down. Long black-painted finger-nails on his hips and then the feeling of warm breath on his butt. "Since I got you nice and clean it seems a waste not to enjoy such a delicious booty." Jordyn's whole body reacted as he felt the warm wetness of a tongue where no tongue had been before. It felt amazing and it only got better as Spice spread his cheeks and began to go to town on eating his ass. Sensations Jordyn had never even imagined let alone experienced. He arched his back and thrust his butt out to encourage more of Spice's talents. He closed his eyes and felt his whole body shudder in appreciation - savoured the restricting pressure of his cage that now comprised his sexual arousal. It was so exciting, so stimulating, such a new experience. It could only end one way. Jordyn gasped loudly, his breath reduced to ragged almost sobs, as his clitty dribbled through its cage. The stimulation of his hole ended and he heard Spice's little laugh. "You cum like that before?" Jordyn told her and Spice was delighted. "That's cool - can I see the video. I bet you looked great!" "I didn't take a video." Spice frowned and shook her head in semi-mock disapproval. "Always film yourself sweetie. How are you going to get all those cocks you are wanting if you don't advertise? Let me show you." Spice fetched her phone and tapped through to an account on a site Jordyn had seen before. Pictures and videos of Spice herself. In various dress or undress, with other women, trans or otherwise. "Check out the followers," said Spice proudly. "I've got a paid tier too but you just need to get yourself out there at the moment. The rest follows." She checked out the look on Jordyn's face and laughed again. "It's easy! Give me your phone." A couple of minutes later and there was an account set up simply as 'BoiFagBarbie'. The young man followed his new friend's advice and posed for a picture or two in his new outfit. Then with his shorts pulled down and his back arched to push out that bubble booty of his - just as he had when Spice had been eating him out. Spice used his phone again and then returned it. "See the 'post' button - press it and those images will be online for the world to see - well some of the pervier parts of it anyway." She looked at him and Jordyn could see that Spice was in no doubt that he would press that button. He still couldn't help saying, "Is it a good idea?" "Well," she answered, "it is if you want to get that sweet little hole of yours well and truly fucked." Jordyn pressed the button. *** Back home it was again hard to imagine that it had been real. He knew just what his parents and their friends would think of someone like Spice. But at the time it had all felt so right. The shaving, the prep work, the dressing up, learning the exercises. It had all felt so right - so relevant to who he really was in a way that college never had. He fetched his phone and found that site. His pictures looked good and he saved a copy of each. Then he went to the BZ and posted the same pictures there in a new gallery. He gave it a title. 'Doesn't this sweet hole just need to be WRECKED!' That evening as he ate his meal he couldn't get his mind off those pictures and the men who would be checking them out even now. Spice hadn't been worried about hiding who he was. His face was right there on screen in most of them. Anyone could see him there. It was so fucking exciting! Did his parents notice anything? Perhaps - but he didn't much care. As soon as possible he was back in his room with his door safely closed as he scrolled on his phone. There were responses. Quite a few responses. He was about to read them when a notification flashed on screen. It was Jerome! 'Saw the pics - I'm guessing that was Spice's idea. You got a busy day tomorrow?' It would be an important project day at college. He messaged back, 'No - why?' 'You need to be at the usual place at four and remember - that sweet little ass of yours belongs to me. Understand fag?' "Yes sir - I'll be there.' He saw Jerome log off the conversation. Had Jerome been pleased with him or had he been angry? It was hard to tell. What would happen tomorrow? He let the question drift out of his mind - that was for Jerome to decide. Meanwhile he had those responses to his pictures to read. ***

As a super loose human Hole of a sodomite, I will join the others and emphasize this post's importance. I am on asspig as well under JaredErikson.

They are. The website is connected to a sex club that has closed, but the Gatehouse accommodation is still running. Why don’t you contact them or the Laird (as was suggested in one of your other question threads)?

My bad it is Chapter 4, I was thinking about another story.

We shall just have to wait and see then eh @barebackrnb 😁

This story has me rock hard through every chapter, you're a great writer. It's so intense and nasty I just can't stop thinking about fucking someone like Scout

Thanks for this, I'll check that site out. Hopefully one day I'll be able to take a whole fist

Taking a sexcation to Atlanta April 10th-12th. Will be staying at Motel 6 Midtown Atlanta! My entire reason for this trip is to be fucked & loaded as much as possible. Will be Posting on sniffies and BBRT as the trip gets closer but would LOVE to hookup with some guys off of here too lol. Any locals with tips for the area please feel free to chime in.

I Have had to go back and re read the earlier chapters. They are so fucking hot. Just a small thing, shouldn't this be chapter 4.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): Zoe Your cell number (for texts and voice calls): (502) 821-0577 (texting is much better and mention this post or the website to get a quicker response) A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): Louisville Kentucky 40291 Times you're generally not available: Mon-Fri 6am-5pm Age: 36 Height: 5'6" Weight: 200lbs Ethnicity: white

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