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Jake's heart raced with excitement as he stumbled upon his favorite spot in Central Park that night. The air was thick with the scent of lust and the promise of a good time. His skin was glistening with a sheen of sweat from his earlier conquests, his hole still pulsating from the last stranger who had claimed it. His tight, little body was dressed in a way that screamed "use me," with a jockstrap barely containing his plump ass and a tank top that did nothing to hide his hard nipples and arched back. He had a knack for attracting the right kind of attention—specifically, the muscular, hairy, and dominant men who craved his youthful, submissive spirit. The two daddies he often encountered had become somewhat of a myth to him—his own personal sex gods. They were tall, burly, and had thick, uncut cocks that Jake could barely believe were real. They had always taken him to the limits of his endurance, filling him up with their seed before disappearing into the night like phantoms of his darkest desires. Tonight, however, was different. As he approached their usual spot, he found them leaning against a tree, smoking cigars. Their eyes locked onto him like predators spotting prey, and Jake felt his cock stir in his jock. "Hey, boy," one of them called out, his deep, gruff voice sending a shiver down Jake's spine. "Why don’t we try something different tonight." Jake's eyes widened with anticipation, and he practically sprinted over to them, eager to find out what this special treat could be. “Come with us and we’ll make sure you have a great time,” one said. The other daddy grabbed his arm and pulled him to their next location. As they arrived at what Jake assumed was the men’s apartment, he walked in to see a large living room, toys and gear all around, and a sling in the corner against the windows for all the neighbors to see. “This seem like something you’d be interested in, boy?” one of the daddy’s growled. Jake just nodded, amazed. The daddies started to undress, and Jake finally got a good look at them in actual light—not the moonlight and streetlamps of the park. They were perfect. Tall, muscular, and hairy. Thick beards, big hands, and bigger feet. Jake just stood there amazed, seeing their jockstraps barely contain their massive bushes and thick, pulsating cocks. “Now, you’ve always impressed us in the park. But we’re thinking of going a bit harder tonight.” The first daddy, whose name Jake had never bothered to learn, pulled out something from his pocket. "You ever tried this?" he asked, holding up a small pipe filled with meth. Jake smiled and nodded eagerly. He had read about it in all his seedy chatrooms—how it could make you feel invincible, like you could take on the world. Or, in his case, the two of them. He didn't need much persuading. He smiled as the daddy lit it, took a hit, and blew it deep into Jake’s open mouth. Inhaling the sharp, chemical smoke deep into his lungs. The rush was immediate, making his skin tingle and his cock throb. He took the pipe and smoked a bit more. The two daddies didn't waste any time. They stripped him of his few remaining clothew and began to play with his body, their rough, calloused hands exploring every inch of his smooth, hairless flesh. They manhandled every inch of him until they finally unleashed what was hiding in their jockstraps. Two absolutely massive, ripe uncut cocks. The first daddy fucked him raw, his furry, muscular body pounding into Jake's eager ass. The second daddy took his time, stroking Jake's cock and whispering filthy words into his ear. They shared him, using his holes like they owned them, and Jake couldn't get enough. He had never felt so alive, so alive, so... used. The night turned into a blur of pleasure and pain. Jake lost count of how many times he was filled and emptied, his ass stretched to its maximum capacity. The daddies were relentless, their appetite for his youthful body insatiable. They fisted him, used toys on him, and even had him suck them off simultaneously, his mouth and throat a mess of saliva and precum. As dawn began to break, Jake was a mess of sweat, cum, and meth-induced euphoria. His ass was raw and his jaw was sore, but he was in heaven. He had been used all night long by the two men he had come to crave, and he had loved every second of it. The daddies finally climaxed, one after the other, filling his ass and mouth with their hot, thick loads. Jake swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of their cum as it slid down his throat. They tossed him out of the apartment with a slap on the ass, a wink, and a promise to see him around. Jake stumbled away, his legs wobbly and his spirit soaring. He had been claimed by the two daddies in the most primal way possible, and he felt utterly and completely alive. He didn't know when he'd see them again, but he knew he'd be back, craving more of their rough, unbridled lust. This was his world—a world of anonymous sex, no strings attached, and endless streams of cum to satisfy his ever-hungry hole.

Part 4 I stood and watched as Sean finished breeding Ryan, conscious of the fact that I was so turned on I had just cum in my pants - something that had only happened to me once before. I was also feeling even more feverish now and almost fell forward . Aidan caught me in time and laid me on the bed and as he did so I was conscious that his big hairy cock was still as hard as a rock and was pointing straight at me. Ryan bent over me and kissed me. "I love you babe!" he whispered and added "Always!" That was all I needed to hear . I had not lost Ryan and that was all that mattered to me. I relaxed a bit and lay back on the bed as Ryan and Sean pulled my trousers, pants and socks off and then pulled my legs apart. Aidan stood in front of me for a moment and then grinned as he moved forward. Ryan and Sean were still holding my legs apart and a few seconds later I felt the familiar sensation of Aidan's cock pushing against my arse. I was sweating heavily now and I felt feverish and hot, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be penetrated by Aidan's big, thick, poz cock and to be fucked and bred with Ryan watching. Aidan fucked me as Ryan and Sean encouraged him to give it to me hard and to cum up my unprotected arse. I don't think I had ever felt like this before and I can't even describe the feeling as Aidan pumped his dirty load up my arse and then changed places with Sean, who was now fully hard again. Sean fucked me and bred me and then, to my surprise, Ryan and Sean swapped places. Ryan had never been very keen on topping, but how his cock was rock hard as he bent over me and guided his cock to my arsehole. "I need to fuck you, babe," he whispered, "I need to give you my load." I can honestly say that this fuck was one of the horniest I have ever had - Ryan fucked me really hard and I could see from the light in his eyes how much he was enjoying it as he fucked me harder and harder. I could tell he was getting close and I took hold of my cock and began to play with myself and I shot a huge load all over myself as Ryan shot his load right up me. The knowledge that Ryan was probably now shooting a poz load up my arse turned me on more than anything else and it seemed like I was never going to stop cumming. I don't remember much about what happened next. I slept for about 48 hours and when I woke up I was freshly showered and Ryan was sitting on the end of the bed. He leaned forward and kissed me gently as he told me that everything would be alright and he would look after me. After that I drifted back to sleep. I remember the doctor visiting me and deciding that I didn't need to go to hospital and that Ryan could nurse me at home. It was a couple of weeks before I felt better and on the Friday evening, much to Ryan's delight, I got a hard on that just wouldn't go down. Ryan grinned and took hold of my cock and then bent over and took it in his mouth. He sucked my cock gently until I couldn't help shooting a big load of cum into his mouth and then I fell asleep again. I recovered quite a bit over the next week or so and one night, after sucking my cock for a while, Ryan climbed on top of me and rode my cock until I shot my load up his arse. I knew we would have to talk, but neither Ryan or I was in a hurry to do that - we would both know when the time was right. In the meantime, we had both been tested and, perhaps not surprisingly, both of us had turned out to be HIV positive. About a week later, I was up and about again and Ryan and I began to talk. I told him everything I had done, and I could see him getting more and more turned on as I described being double penetrated by Aidan and Sean. Ryan told me that he had first let Aidan fuck him two days after Aidan and his partner moved in. He told me that he had been getting more and more turned on by the thought of getting pozzed, and confessed that he had been even more turned on by the thought of me getting pozzed. He had confided this to Aidan one afternoon when I was at work and Aidan had invited Ryan over for a drink. A short time later, Ryan's pants and trousers were down and he was cheating on me for the first time, as Aidan fucked him bareback and loaded up his arse. Ryan told me this was the first time he had deliberately taken a poz load up his arse. Ryan told me that he had been getting more and more turned on while doing his voluntary work at the sexual health clinic, especially by some of the poz guys who attended and had been fantasising about some of them pulling his pants down and fucking him right there in the clinic. When Aidan had come on to him he hadn't been able to resist. Since then, he had done it with quite a few guys, most of them poz and all of them without a condom. Apparently the conference for sexual health workers had also turned into a bareback fuck fest when one of the guys hosted a party in his room and before long everyone's pants came down. Guys who normally practised safe sex and whose role it was to promote safe practices, spent the night going up each other indiscriminately, no condoms were used and, though most of them had partners, pretty much everyone took several loads up them, including Ryan! Aidan was now fucking Ryan regularly and between them they decided to see if Aidan could get me to cheat on Ryan and to take his dirty load. You know what happened next! Our relationship was now stronger than ever and we were enjoying ourselves in ways I would never have thought possible. One evening I picked Ryan up from the sexual health clinic and he asked if we could give a lift to one of the other volunteers. Of course I said yes, and when Ryan came out to the car, he was accompanied by a tall, handsome black guy he introduced as Kofi. I was really attracted to Kofi and later that night I confessed this to Ryan. He grinned and told me that Kofi was originally from Ghana and was HIV positive and unmedicated. I was even more turned on now and when Ryan and I fucked that night he asked me if I wanted him to set something up with Kofi. I nodded and Ryan said "Leave it with me!" as I fired a big load of cum up him. Two weeks later, Kofi came round for dinner and a little later in the evening, we were all in the bedroom and Ryan said he had arranged a treat for me and told me to sit on the chair and watch for a while. I sat down watched as Kofi pulled Ryan towards him and began to kiss him. A few minutes later, I watched Ryan unzip Kofi's trousers and pull them down along with his pants. I don't think I had ever seen a cock as big as Kofi's and I was really turned on as I watched Ryan suck it until Kofi turned round and bent over, pushing his arse into Ryan's face. I had my cock out now and was wanking as I watched Ryan licking Kofi's arse and then bending over and taking Kofi's huge cock up his slim arse. Kofi asked me if I was enjoying watching him fuck my husband and asked me if I wanted him to shoot an unmedicated load up him. I was so turned on now as I told Kofi to go for it and breed my husband right in front of me. A few minutes later, he threw his head back and thrust hard up Ryan's arse, pumping him full of unmedicated poz cum. I don't think I had ever been so turned on! A short time later, it was my turn to bend over the bed as Kofi pushed his big thick cock right up me, fucked me and pumped his special load into me. Then Kofi bent over the bed and I pulled his cheeks apart and licked him out before pushing my cock up his (very tight) hole and and giving him exactly what he had given me. It was all incredibly horny! Ryan and I were now telling each other our fantasies and I had told him that one of mine was to kneel up on the bed blindfold and have a couple of guys just walk in and use me, without me even seeing them, and one Saturday morning on my birthday weekend, Ryan told me to get ready as he had invited a couple of random guys over to fuck and load me. I was really turned on as I showered and got myself ready and a short time later, Ryan told me he was going downstairs and showed me a blindfold which he tied round my eyes. I honestly couldn't see anything and as I knelt on the bed waiting, I felt a bit nervous. To take my mind off my nerves, I played with my cock which was already rock hard and a few minutes later I heard someone coming up the stairs and coming into the bedroom. I could tell there were two people in the room although I couldn't see anyone. Nothing happened for a moment and then I heard the sound of a belt buckle and what sounded like someone pulling their pants and trousers down. I felt a hand on my arse and one of them said "Nice!" A few seconds later I felt someone kneeling behind me and pulling my arse cheeks apart and then I felt a tongue on my hole. The fact that I had no idea who it was or what they looked like was even more of a turn on than I thought it would be and when he fingered some lube into my arse and pushed his cock against my hole, it was all I could do to stop myself shooting my load then and there. The guy pushed right up me and began to fuck as I head the other guy's pants and trousers coming down and then I felt his cock pushing towards my mouth and I began to suck him. I wondered where Ryan was as the two guys spit roasted me. I was fairly sure he wasn't in the room and the fact that he had left me alone with two total strangers turned me on even more. The first guy was getting close now and before long I was taking a load up my arse. When he finished cumming in me, the first guy pulled out and they changed places. Until quite recently, I would never have thought of sucking a cock that had just been up my arse, but now I didn't hesitate and took it into my mouth and sucked on it as the second guy fucked and bred me. A few minutes later the two guys had gone and Ryan had returned. He told me to keep the blindfold on as he wanted to fuck me too and a short time later he added his load to the other two. I genuinely had no idea who the two guys were, but I had a feeling there was something familiar about one of them, but I couldn't quite think what it was. A week or so later, I fucked Aaron at work again. I had planned to make an excuse not to fuck with him again now that I knew I was HIV positive, but when he came on to me one night we ended up in a quiet part of the building with him sucking my cock. Then I thought I would just let him suck me until I came, but after a while Aaron stood up, pulled his pants down, turned around and backed onto my cock. A short time later he took my load up him. We also went down to London for a weekend to celebrate Ryan's birthday and had the best time ever. As well as seeing London, we fucked with as many guys as we could over the long weekend. We had a threesome with one of the guys on the reception desk in our hotel, hooked up with another gay couple who were staying in the same hotel one evening and Ryan and I took their loads before swapping places - it was a real turn on to watch Ryan fucking a guy next to me and it was not long before I shot my load up the hairy arse of the older of the two guys. We also visited a couple of raunchy clubs where Ryan took multiple loads and I spent quite a bit of time with my arse pressed up against the gloryhole, taking random loads up my arse (another of my fantasies!) Life just seemed to keep getting better and better. We were also still regularly fucking with Aidan and a group of his friends, and, as far as I knew, his partner still had no idea. The following summer, Aidan's partner accepted a job that would take them to Paris for a year and they decided to rent out their house. It was all arranged quite quickly and Aidan told me they had found tenants through friends of friends, adding with a grin that he thought we would get on with them very well. The new tenants were a young gay couple in their mid 20s, Alex and Jake, who had just got married. We got on very well with them and invited them over for dinner a couple of times. Alex was the more outgoing - he was blond with floppy hair and really friendly manner. I also couldn't help noticing he had a really fit arse, which really filled out his jeans. Jake was quieter, and was of mixed heritage, a really good looking guy with dark curly hair and was a year or so older than Alex. They had met at university, had been together for four years and had got married a few months before they moved in. One night they invited us for dinner and we were talking about relationships and after a while Alex confided that he and Jake had only ever been with each other. "That's really nice! I said as I poured them both another drink. Just then, my eyes met Ryan's and I knew he was thinking exactly the same as I was.

As the beat-up pickup truck rumbled down the dirt path leading to the secluded farm in rural Pennsylvania, Jake felt his heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The two truckers who had picked him up at the grimy truck stop had already given him a taste of their rough, dominant ways, and he knew the night ahead would be one of the wildest he had ever experienced. He had been craving this kind of depraved attention for a while now, his youthful rebellion and desire to push boundaries driving him to seek out these types of encounters. Ah, Jake, the 24-year-old hairless twink with an insatiable appetite for the seed of muscular, hairy older men. His journey to the rural farm in Pennsylvania with these raunchy truckers was a culmination of his deepest, darkest desires. These men, with their rough, unshaven exteriors and depraved appetites, were the embodiment of his sexual fantasies. They had met under the neon lights of the truck stop urinals, where the scent of diesel mingled with the musk of sweaty men and the promise of filthy encounters. The farm was a stark contrast to the concrete jungle of New York City that he was used to. The only light came from the moon, casting eerie shadows on the dilapidated barn that loomed in the distance. The air was thick with the scent of manure and sweat, a potent mix that sent a shiver down his spine. The two truckers, their faces obscured by the darkness, cackled with glee as they led him into the barn, the door creaking on its rusted hinges. Inside, Jake's eyes had to adjust to the dim, flickering light of the barn's single bulb. When he could finally see, he was greeted by the sight of five other men, all of them older, burly, and smelling of a combination of diesel, sweat, and raw, unbridled lust. These were the other pigs he had been told about, and they all had the same gleam in their eyes as they sized him up. The seven men were a motley crew of depraved, hairy brutes. Each one had a thick beard and was covered in fur and tattoos from head to toe, their muscles bulging from years of hard labor and a lifestyle devoid of self-care. They were all grinning, showing off yellowed, crooked teeth, as they licked their lips in anticipation of what was to come. The invitation to the farm was a siren's call that Jake couldn't resist. The seven men had prepared themselves meticulously for the night of unbridled debauchery that awaited him. Their ritual was a testament to their shared perversion. They had ceased showering for days before Jake's arrival, allowing their natural scents to intensify, a pungent bouquet of male pheromones that would drive the young twink wild. Their uncut cocks grew thick with anticipation, the foreskin shrinking back to reveal swollen heads, ripe and filled, ready to claim the fertile ground that was Jake's pink little cunt. The truckers had also indulged in a meth-filled pregame, their veins buzzing with the drug's potent energy. Their eyes were wide with excitement, their bodies charged and ready to perform the most primal of acts. The farmhouse, a secluded sanctum of vice, was their playground, and Jake was the newest toy to be broken in. As the night began, the men were already high on their own fumes, the room thick with the smell of sweat, cum, and the lingering scent of diesel from their clothes. They had already drank a bit of their own piss to keep their throats wet, knowing that they’d have plenty more for Jake throughout the night. They were a cesspool of infection, each one harboring a unique strain of HIV that they were eager to share with Jake. They had spent their lives fucking raw, allowing their disease to thrive and multiply, eager to pass it on to the willing receptacle that was the young twink now standing before them. The biggest, nastiest pig of them all stepped forward, introducing himself as Boss. He was easily six and a half feet tall, with a stomach that hung over his belt and a cock that looked more like a baseball bat than a man's member. His breath was hot and rancid, a testament to his lack of hygiene, and his hands were like bear paws, covered in thick, coarse hair. "Welcome to the farm, little piggy," Boss growled, slapping Jake on the ass. "You're gonna get a taste of the good life tonight. We're gonna make you one of us, a real toxic fucker." Jake's knees went weak with a mix of fear and arousal. He had always fantasized about becoming a slut for these types of men, and now it was happening. They had promised him a night of unbridled sexual debauchery, and he was ready to submit to their every whim. The night began with a round of meth, the seven men passing around a pipe as Jake eagerly took his hits. One of them had picked up some truly amazing supplies during one of his recent hauls to Mexico, and all the men were buzzing. Two of the guys started prepping the slams, getting a bit of their blood mixed in before double slamming Jake. As it hit, Jake’s heart raced faster, his pupils dilated, and his skin grew hot as the drug flooded his system. The room spun and his body grew more and more sensitive to every touch. The pigs wasted no time. They stripped him naked, revealing his smooth, hairless body and his plump, inviting ass. Jake's small cock stayed motionless, but his cunt was aching to be filled. The men’s eyes feasting on his youthful form. They were like animals in heat, their grunts and leers making it clear what they planned to do with him. The first to claim him was a trucker named Tom. He was a burly, bearded man with a cock that was almost as thick as Jake's wrist. Sweat was running through his body hair as he stripped down to only his filthy boots. He leaned over jake, sweat and hair falling on his body, trembling with excitement. Tom stared at him, then spit a loogie directly on Jake’s sweet face before slamming his enormous cock deep inside. He didn't bother with lubricant, just spit on his hand and shoved his dick into Jake's tight hole without any preamble. Jake cried out as he was split open, the pain mixing with pleasure as he was filled beyond capacity. As Tom pounded into him, the other men stripped down and moved closer. They were all animals staring at their prey. He was a living, breathing fucktoy for them to use, and he loved every second of it. They were all warned… no rules for the night and Jake never says no. Boss was next, his massive cock with a huge prince albert piercing was hanging there as he walked up and slapped it against Jake’s face. Jake could smell the stench and it made him want it more. Boss got behind him and pushed right in, stretching Jake's ass to the breaking point. He fucked him with a ferocity that was almost terrifying, his meaty hands leaving bruises on Jake's hips as he pulled him closer with every thrust. Jake's cries were muffled by the cock in his mouth, the taste of piss and sweat from the man's crotch only adding to the intensity of the moment. Ruben was the next to come over to Jake’s pretty face, seeing it choke on one of the other cocks. He started laughing as he told Jake, “Hope you like them nasty, because this cock will hit you hard!” he yanked at Jakes face pulling his mouth to his thick, pierced, uncut cock. Jake sucked on it deep and immediately knew what the man meant. He hadn’t showered in over a week and Jake could taste all of it. The sweat, the piss. His tongue dove under Ruben’s thick foreskin to find a layer of thick smegma. “Fuck yeah. You like my cheese pig?” he snarled. Jake was in heaven. The night grew increasingly raunchy as the pigs indulged in their kinks. The sweat and spit and ripe bodies of the men left the most intoxicating, nasty smell in the barn. There was fisting, as several men’s thick, hairy massive hands plunged deep into Jake's ass until his insides felt like they would tear apart. A few making it elbow deep; two of the pigs had both their hands in there. And then Ruben managed to get his nasty, hairy size 13 foot deep inside Jake’s aching pussy. During a brief break while they smoked a bit more and Jake sucked on their nasty, hairy balls, a few of the guys knew exactly what needed to happen. Jake was laying there, sucking on the thick, sweaty hair around one of the men’s thick guiche piercings, when four of the men started to let their dark, rancid piss cover his smooth body. Jake begged for some down his throat as Boss and another man happily obliged, feeding him their bitter chem piss. Jake taking ever drop as they made sure to cover his face too. As they started to gear up for their next round of toxic loads, a few of the guys had jake lick clean their ripe pits. Jake loved the smell and taste of a man, but he had never had anything this ripe before. He had gone through about four men’s pits, when the biggest, nastiest pig of the group walked up to him. Everyone called him Bull because of his huge, thick septum piercing and the fact that his balls were the size of golf balls. Jake was lucky enough to have met Bull a few times before. He was the ultimate prize. 6’6” tall, built like an ox, and covered in thick hair. His beard always smelled of piss and ass, and his thick 12” uncut cock had a massive Prince Albert piercing that would tear you up. Jake had first met him at his favorite truck stop two years’ prior when Bull made him suck clean his cheesy uncut cock before pissing down his throat. Bull had even taken Jake on a long weekend trip in his 18-wheeler where they partied and fucked from state to state. Jake wore only his jockstrap for four days, while Bull would rape him from town to town, on the side of busy highways a few of the times. They didn’t shower the entire time and when Bull finally dropped him off, holes gaped and exhausted, he had Jake piss down his hairy legs into his socks and nasty work boots before setting off. Bull walked up with a grin on his face. His cock still shining covered in Jake’s insides. Bull leaned over, sweat dripping onto Jake’s face. “I still smell your sweet boy piss in my boots as I drive cross country boy.” Bull spitting directly onto Jake’s opened mouth. "I still jack off into the socks you left soggy thinking about wrecking your pretty little holes, but thankfully I get word that your holes are frequently available to my buddies on the road.” He walked back between Jake’s quivering legs, shoving a shard of meth deep inside his hole before leaning over him, his sweaty, hairy belly rubbing against Jake’s piss covered jockstrap. “This next round you’re going to be screaming, so I brought one of those cum and piss filled socks to help you.” Shoving one of his nasty socks deep into Jake’s mouth. And with that, he slammed his monstrous cock deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake’s screams muffled by the nasty sock as he was fucked mercilessly by Bull. The cum, spit, and piss had mixed together around his hole. The floor covered in piss as Jake’s body smelled of their sweat, spit and more. The pigs took turns fucking him in every possible way. Jake's body was a canvas for their depravity, and he was living out every twisted fantasy he had ever had. The pain was intense, but Jake found himself begging for more. He craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a receptacle for their toxic seed. The thought of becoming HIV positive was a thrill, a [banned word] that only made him want it more. And these pigs made sure to deliver. The raunchiest kinks came out as the night grew later. They tied him up with ropes and took turns pounding his ass, each man trying to outdo the last in terms of brutality and filth. They used him like a ragdoll, tossing him from one to the other, his body a plaything for their twisted games. Each kept pissing on him, making sure he never got a chance to dry. Their chem piss getting stronger and stronger. They gave him more fists, more feet. A few of them even grabbed barnyard tools and shoved them deep inside the boy begging for more. By the time dawn broke, Jake was a mess. His cunt swollen and prolapsed. His body was covered in cum, piss, and even shit that a few of the guys gave to him, his ass was sore and raw, and his throat was sore from swallowing so much cum. But he was smiling, his eyes glazed over from the drugs and the endless stream of orgasms that had flooded through him. Jake made sure to suck clean every one of their dicks before it was done. Getting to taste every flavor of sweat, piss, cheese and more. Bull had lifted Jake up and got his face and beard deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Licking and growling, inhaling ever scent and flavor he could. He flipped Jake around and spit some of the cum and piss directly into his open mouth. Jake wanted more. He started licking and sucking on Bull’s hairy face. Bull smiled, told Jake to open wide, then shot a massive snot rocket into Jake’s smiling face, eating it up and saying thank you. Jake managed to take it all. His moans of pain and pleasure a symphony of submission. He was in heaven, his body a temple to their toxic masculinity. As the men exhausted themselves, Jake lay there, a mess of cum and sweat, feeling more alive than he ever had before. Their plan had worked. They had broken him in, made him one of their own. He was now a member of their twisted, toxic brotherhood, a walking testament to their power and control. The farm was a place where his no limits bottom nature could truly run wild, and he reveled in it, eager for the next round of filthy, diseased men to come and use him. The farmhouse was now dimly lit, the early morning sun peeking through the grimy windows, casting a sickly glow on the depraved scene before it. The stench of sweat, cum, and desperation hung heavy in the air as Jake, the hairless twink, lay on the makeshift mattress of old sacks and dirty blankets, his body a canvas of bruises and semen from the marathon of debauchery that had unfolded during the night. The seven men who had already used him, their bodies smeared with the evidence of their conquest, had moved aside, leaving him momentarily alone with his thoughts. Jake felt the weight of his two trucker friends' hands on his arms, lifting him into a sitting position. His eyes, glazed over from the mix of pleasure and pain, widened as he felt the sting of needles. He looked down to see two new slams hitting his arms. He looked up at the truckers in a mix of panic and excitement. “You’re one of the most disgusting holes we’ve ever used. Do you really think we’d be done with you already?”, the trucker added before stepping to the side. Jake’s vision blurred from the rush and excitement, when he saw five more men approaching him. These were not the same as the ones from the night before; they were the nastiest kind of pigs he could have ever imagined. Their eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement that sent a shiver down Jake’s spine. He knew what they wanted, and his stomach lurched in anticipation. Each a giant and somehow nastier than Jake had ever seen before. One was a hairy pig, who was covered in sweat in mis early to mid-60s. The next was this muscular late 40s Latin man who was covered head to toe in tattoos and piercings—a few of which were clearly gang related. The next was a middle-aged Brazilian man, who was the hairiest man Jake had ever seen and clearly hadn’t showered in some time. The next was a muscle daddy in his 50s who had the most sadistic, evil look in eyes. And finally was a black man who had an absolutely giant over 14 inch uncut cock hanging between his legs. The 60-year-old pig, a creature of depraved delight, walked over to the exhausted yet eager Jake, who lay sprawled on a mattress soiled by the previous night's debauchery. His eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, the old man grabbed Jake's chin, forcing him to look up at his towering, hairy frame. "You think you're ready for round two, you little faggot?" he sneered, spit flying from his mouth. Jake, ever the eager twink, nodded fervently, his pupils dilating with anticipation. The old pig took this as his cue, pulling on Jake’s sopping jockstrap and grabbing his small, uncut cock with a grip that was both painful and thrilling. He twisted and squeezed, his other hand playing with Jake's swollen balls, which had been abused the night before. Jake's whimpers of pain morphed into moans of pleasure as the old man began to play a twisted game of tug-of-war with his genitals, pushing him to new heights of pain and arousal. The 48-year-old Brazilian behemoth watched on, his thick, furry chest heaving with excitement. He stepped closer, his own monstrous cock swinging free, and whispered into Jake's ear, "You're gonna love what I do to you, boy." He then crouched down over Jake, his hairy, ripe ass pushing into Jake’s face, begging to be eaten. Jake dove in, using his tongue to lick the hair, sweat, and rank ass cheeks. After all Jake was put through last night, a nasty, dirty ass wasn’t going to push him over the edge. The black man, who went by the name 'Horse' for obvious reasons, walked up and chuckled darkly, stroking his massive member. "Look at this greedy little slut," he murmured, watching Jake's body quiver under the Brazilian's attentions as he was suffocating through the weight and hair. "You're gonna take every inch of this, aren't you, boy?" And with that he shoved all 14 inches deep into Jake’s swollen cunt. Jake screamed, but the Brazilian’s ass kept him busy. Horse pounded harder and harder. Taking breaks every so often to slide his hands deeper and deeper. The muscle daddy stepped up as the Brazilian got up, giving Jake a moment to breathe. The daddy’s insanely cheesy uncut cock bobbing in the air, the scent of unwashed sweat and cum thick around him. He grabbed a fistful of Jake's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his throat. "You’ve never tasted a real man like me before. Open up, bitch," he growled, sliding his cock down Jake's throat, not caring if the young twink choked on his thick, meaty length. Jake's eyes watered, his throat stretched to the limit, but he took it all, his body trembling with excitement as the muscle daddy face-fucked him with a brutal efficiency. The daddy’s cock was so incredibly ripe. His balls hitting Jake’s head, smelling like they had never been washed before. And finally, through the brutal face fucking, the daddy’s insanely thick foreskin opened up and Jake could taste the most bitter, insane cheese he had ever had. The daddy just kept thrusting until Jake started filling his mouth filling with piss. The daddy had started to piss a dark, chem piss deep into his mouth, splashing everywhere. Then, without warning, the Brazilian had flipped Jake onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and plunged his tongue into the young man's hole. Jake's sphincter tightened around the intrusion, but the Brazilian was relentless, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he feasted on Jake's ass like a starving animal. He was in there deep as Jake then felt Horse’s massive feet shoved deep into his mouth. Horse wanted them sucked, ripe and sweaty. Jake happily obliged. After the Brazilian was done eating him out, the tattooed convict took his turn next, his thick, hairy thighs parting to reveal his engorged cock. "You're going to be my personal toilet today, slut," he grunted, pushing Jake's face down further into the mattress with his foot as Horse’s foot was still in his mouth. Jake’s hole, swollen and leaking, was high in the air. Jake felt the man's hot breath on his hole before the first stream of piss hit him, the warmth spreading across his cheeks. It started running down his back and onto his face. Soaking into the disgusting mattress with all the other piss and fluids from the night before. The five men continued to take turns, using Jake's body like a plaything, pushing him to his limits and beyond. Even some of the pigs from the night before joined back in. Bull had walked over and pissed onto Jake’s face again. Grabbing the boy’s disgusting jockstrap, giving it a few deep sniffs, before pissing on it and shoving it into Jake’s face. Horse’s feet had been replaced by the convict’s smelly feet, where Jake was busy digging his tongue between every toe. Though now not able to see through his makeshift blindfold. The old pig's sadistic CBT sessions had Jake's cock and balls swollen and bruised, the Brazilian's tongue and beard leaving a trail of saliva and hair down his back, the muscle daddy's cheesy cock still leaving a strong taste in the boy’s mouth despite the piss and feet to help wash it down. Horse waited patiently to slam into the boy’s gaped cunt again, stroking his monstrous cock, watching the twink's ass stretch and contract with each new assault. Finally, it was his turn to wrap things up. He stepped up, his dick pointing to the heavens, and without preamble, slammed into Jake's sore, abused hole. The twink screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as the black man claimed him, his powerful hips driving his length deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jake's body was a canvas of sweat, spit, and cum, but he didn't care; he was living out his darkest fantasy, surrounded by the very men who could give it to him. The men used him in every conceivable way, pushing his boundaries until they were nothing but a distant memory. They fucked him, choked him, spit on him, and pissed on him, each one leaving their mark on his willing body. The room was a blur of hair, sweat, and musk, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet noises of ravenous sex filling the air. As the marathon session continued, Jake's body began to ache, but his desire never waned. He craved the feeling of being used, the power of their dominance over his willing flesh. He knew he was getting closer to his goal of becoming a toxic hole. His twisted badge of honor and a symbol of his ultimate surrender to the darker side of his sexuality. The night and day passed in a whirlwind of debauchery, each man taking Jake to new heights of pleasure and pain, his small frame bouncing and writhing under their weight. As the morning ended, they all gathered around him, their cocks hard and ready for one final act of depravity. The muscle daddy held him down, his cheesy cock and sweaty balls still buried in Jake's throat and his sweat dripping onto Jake’s exhausted body, as the other eleven men took turns filling his ass with their hot, sticky loads. Jake felt the warmth of their cum flood into him, mixing with the pain and the pleasure, until he was nothing but a vessel for their lust. And as they finished, their sweat mingling with his, he knew he had found his place in this world of unbridled sexual chaos, a place where he was truly alive, truly free. As the last of the men zipped up their pants and left the farm, Jake lay there, a pool of cum around him, his body sore but his soul soaring. He had been used harder than ever before, and he had never felt more alive. He knew he would be back, eager for more, always searching for that next, deeper, darker, dirtier high that only these men could give him. The two truckers took me inside and got me hydrated. They had me sit in my own filth, unable to shower, until the fuck flu finally hit. With each passing hour and day, the men would invite over more of their toxic friends to give me an extra load or two. Each seeing how used and disgusting I was and excited to give me even more. Finally it hit and I could proudly say I was a toxic pig just like the others.

I was gearing up for my 21st birthday when my boyfriend—Daddy, as I call him—told me he had something “special” planned. He’s 49, roided up gorilla with the hairiest chest and body, a deep, low voice, gaze that melts me on the spot, and the thickest, uncut 8” cock that makes my eyes cross. The kind of man whose natural musk sticks in your nose and whose words rewire your brain. The only thing he told me was to be showered, jock-strapped, and ready at 5:00 PM sharp. No exceptions. I hate surprises. I really do. But Daddy? He knows exactly how to make disobedience feel like a missed orgasm. So, naturally, I obeyed. By noon, he texted me: “Hope you’re getting ready, boy. Tonight’s the kind of memory your hole won’t forget.” I stared at the message. My throat dried. My hole twitched. I texted back a simple: “Yes, Daddy. Ready and waiting.” At 5:00 PM on the dot, I stood by the door—heart racing, body buzzing, wearing only a cropped mesh tank top and a snug, barely-there jock. When the knock came, I flung it open with a grin… only to find that Daddy wasn’t there. Instead, six men stood outside. Two I recognized—his friends. Both tall, hairy, gruff, and always ready to treat me like the toy I am when Daddy gives the green light. The other foour? New. One was a towering Black man with broad shoulders and a thick silver chain hanging between his pecs. Another, a densely furred Latin bull with a beard that could scratch sin into your skin. Then I had spotted this middle eastern stud who had already had a bit of fun with me in the gym showers a few times before. And then the last guy I couldn’t place, but he was this ripped daddy, silver hair, massive hands and a bulge that I could tell was already pulsing. Before I could speak, one of Daddy’s friends grinned and stepped forward. “Happy birthday, boy,” he said, cupping my chin. “Your present’s here. Now be a good boy and get on your knees.” I hesitated only long enough to smile. Then dropped. The moment I hit the floor, rough hands pulled me further inside. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud. Jackets hit the floor. Belts came undone. Cocks—fat, thick, dripping anticipation—were pulled out like weapons at a ceremonial sacrifice. And I was the altar. Daddy and I have an understanding. I’m his. He shares me. Sometimes with one other man. Sometimes with five or many more. Sometimes while he watches, jerking off in the shadows with a smile. And always—always—with my enthusiastic, filthy smile. I’m a slut for men, but daddies the absolute most. Especially ones who take what they want. One of his friends tugged my head back by the hair and dragged his massive, uncut cock across my lips. I opened wide, already leaking, already throbbing in my jock. The other slipped behind me, yanking my cheeks apart and spitting down my hole. “Daddy said you’d be ready,” he muttered, voice thick with heat. “Said you’d be dripping for us.” “I am,” I gasped. “Please. Use me. This cunt is yours!” And that’s exactly what they did. Mouth, throat, hole, hands—I was filled. Stretched. Commanded. Praised and degraded in equal measure. My gag reflex surrendered early. My moans turned into choked gasps as cocks rotated in and out of my body. One man slapped my cheek while I sucked another. Another whispered in my ear that Daddy wanted me broken in before dinner. That he wanted to taste other men on my breath. The Latin stud bent me over the couch and slid into me with one long, aching thrust. I saw stars. My back arched. The Black bull filled my throat from the other side, each thrust of his hips burying himself deeper down my gullet. I drooled. I whimpered. I thrived. These weren’t casual fucks. These were daddies with purpose. The two men I knew—Marcus and Reed—watched like connoisseurs between rounds. They took turns fingering me, tugging on my jock, whispering filth into my ears while I got spit-roasted by the others. “Your Daddy wanted you ruined,” Marcus said, stroking himself. “He said you could take it. That your slutty little hole was hungry.” “Yes…” I whispered, breathless. “Please don’t stop…” Sweat dripped off their chests and pooled on my back. Every thrust, every grunt, every slap of skin made my body sing. They weren’t gentle. They were experienced. Confident. Cruel in that worshipful way men get when they see how much you love it. They each took their turns, filling up every inch of me. Spitting on me. Shoving my face in their ripe, sweaty pits. Massive feet pushing down on my head as they double penetrated me over and over. I didn’t know how long I’d been used. But by the time the Black bull grabbed my hips and drove in with a deep, rumbling growl, I knew he was close. The Middle Eastern daddy was already in me as I made out with him and licked his thick Nipple piercings. Then that bull slid in and I was in heaven! And when he finally came—deep, hot, thick inside me—I arched like a possessed thing. A primal sound left my throat. He pulled out slowly, and I felt it all dripping down. But there was still all the other cocks left. They each took their turns, using me harder and harder. They knew what a slut I was and Daddy had told them that everything was on the table. I took fists, sucked on feet, even drank two of their piss. Each one left me covered in their sweat, spit, cum, and more. As each one emptied deep in my cunt, and a few even gave me a second or third across my pretty face. I thought they were done. Each having filled me up. But the Latin daddy stepped forward, smirking. “You still got room, birthday boy?” I grinned, throat sore, ass gaping. “I was made for it.” He pushed me onto all fours and lined himself up. His cock was slick, thick, and uncut. And to top it off, a massive 00G Prince Albert was hanging off his pulsing cock. Pushing the foreskin back, begging to be deep in me again. He leaned forward, spit a massive lougie into my mouth, and said, “Hold the fuck on.” He didn’t thrust—he claimed. Hard. Deep. Brutal. I moaned like a bitch in heat, fingers clawing the rug. My jaw hung open as the Black bull stepped forward and shoved his softening cock back into my mouth. Used. Filled. Worshiped. Degraded. I was their birthday ritual, and they gave me the kind of communion no church could ever rival. By 6:20, they were all standing over me—sweaty, satisfied, their cum painting my thighs and dripping down my chin. My jockstrap was ruined. My body wrecked. “Time to get dressed,” Reed said, slapping my ass. “Daddy’s downstairs.” I staggered into my usual short shorts and a hoodie, my insides still warm and leaking. They kissed me, messy and loud, spitting a bit more down my used throat, before escorting me down the stairs like some fucked-out prince. There he was—Daddy—leaning against his car, sunglasses on, that smirk that could undo me in a second. “Well?” he asked Marcus. “We gave him your message,” he replied. “And then some.” “Good,” Daddy said, stepping forward and kissing me hard. He looked me over, his cock visibly hard in his jeans. “Because I’ve got plans for the rest of the night. And it’s my turn now.” He went in to give me another deep kiss when I felt his large, hairy hands slide down my back and finger my sloppy, dripping hole. He pulled it out, put it deep in my throat, then spit all over my face. He opened the car door. I slid in, body humming, throat raw and hole aching. He got in, reached across, unzipped his jeans, and nodded. “Come on, birthday boy. Let’s see if you’ve still got it in you.” As we left the parking lot, Daddy’s friends staring at us, I leaned over and took daddy’s massive, throbbing cock down my throat another time. And the night was just beginning.

pink to make the boys wink 😉

The harsh neon lights of the motel sign outside cast an eerie glow through the thin curtains, painting the dingy room in a sickly pink hue. The stale scent of cheap cigarette smoke lingered in the air, a grim reminder of past transgressions. I took a deep, shuddering breath, my chest heaving as I leaned against the cold, hard bedpost. My heart thudded against my ribcage, echoing through the silent room like a drum in a muffled chamber. The sound of the door clicking shut still resonated in my ears as I felt the sticky wetness of the stranger's seed trickling down my inner thighs. The plastic chastity cage around my cock felt like a cruel mockery, a constant reminder that this wasn't about my pleasure. It was about the service I had signed up for. My ass throbbed with a mix of pain and pleasure, the raw ache from being fucked so fiercely by DominantDaddy69's thick, unyielding cock. Each pulse was a stark reminder of his claim on my body tonight. My phone buzzed again, jolting me out of my thoughts. The screen was a flurry of messages, a cacophony of horny demands and last-minute cancellations. Most men were too chickenshit to follow through on their promises to use me like a cumdump. But as I scanned through the notifications, two stood out: "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed". My stomach fluttered with anticipation. Two more. I could handle two more. SUMMARY^1: The narrator is in a grimy motel room with the scent of stale smoke, feeling the aftermath of a raw, anonymous encounter with DominantDaddy69. The room's neon lighting emphasizes the bleakness as they anticipate two more partners, identifiable by their screen names "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed," who have confirmed their intent to continue the night of anonymous, bareback use. With trembling hands, I sent them my room number, feeling the weight of the plastic cage around my cock as I typed. It was a constant reminder that tonight wasn't about my desires, but rather the satisfaction of these anonymous men. My heart raced as I laid back on the bed, the stiff mattress groaning under my weight. The cheap, scratchy comforter did little to comfort me as I waited, my mind racing with images of what was to come. I picked up the blindfold from the nightstand, feeling the soft fabric against my fingertips. It smelled faintly of the previous user, and I shivered, knowing I would soon be in the same vulnerable position. The bottle of poppers was cool to the touch, and I took a deep sniff, the sharp, chemical smell making my head spin and my inhibitions dissolve even further. With a deep breath, I positioned myself on all fours, my ass pushed high in the air, a silent invitation to the next man who would dare to claim me. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body tingling with the need for more. I heard the muffled sound of the door handle turning, and my heart skipped a beat. The door swung open, and the cool night air brushed against my flushed skin. I could hear the rustle of clothes as he stepped into the room, and the faint scent of his cologne filled my nostrils. The anticipation grew with each passing second, my pulse pounding like a drum in my ears. SUMMARY^1: The narrator sends their room number to "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed," lying on the bed with the chastity cage digging into their skin. They take a hit of poppers to heighten sensitivity, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. The sound of the door opening signals the arrival of the next anonymous partner, whose cologne fills the room with a sense of impending use. With trembling hands, I uncapped the bottle of poppers and took a deep hit. The sharp, chemical fumes filled my nose and mouth, burning as they hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and my vision swam for a moment as the blood rushed from my head to my cock, trapped and straining within the unforgiving confines of the chastity cage. The world took on a new dimension of sensitivity, my ass clenching in response to the sudden influx of blood. Before the dizziness could fully pass, I felt the warm, solid presence of the next man behind me. His heavy breaths fell on my back like a scalding blanket, and the head of his cock pushed against my tender, abused entrance. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out as he began to apply pressure, my ass still tender from DominantDaddy69's rough treatment. The poppers had done their job, and my hole relaxed slightly, allowing the head to breach the barrier. With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside me, filling me to the brim. I gasped and moaned, the pain mixing with a desperate, yearning pleasure. The chastity cage around my cock was a stark reminder of my role tonight: a vessel for their lust, a silent witness to their desires. The fabric of the blindfold was smooth against my eyes, and I was grateful for the darkness it provided. It allowed me to escape into a world where I wasn't just a cumdump in a cheap motel room, but a being of pure sensation, a conduit for their release. SUMMARY^1: The narrator uses poppers to enhance sensitivity, feeling the burn as the next anonymous man approaches. Despite the pain, they manage to relax enough for entry, and he begins to fuck them. The chastity cage emphasizes their role as a receptacle for his pleasure, and the blindfold offers a mental escape from their reality. He fucked me with a silent ferocity, his hips slapping against my ass in a rhythm as old as time itself. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity up my spine, making my teeth clench and my toes curl. I could hear the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies colliding, a symphony of carnality that drowned out the distant sounds of the motel's TVs and passing cars. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, a testament to our unbridled passion. As he reached his peak, his grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin like the talons of a raptor. The grunts grew louder, more animalistic, filling the air with the promise of his impending release. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the motel, he came. I felt his hot, thick load fill me up, the warmth of his seed a stark contrast to the coldness of the plastic cage that held my cock captive. Each pulse of his orgasm sent a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through my body, my ass clenching around his cock as if to milk him for every last drop. SUMMARY^1: The narrator is taken by the anonymous man with intense force, their body reacting to the pain and pleasure of each thrust. The man reaches climax with a primal roar, filling the room with the sounds of their union, and the narrator feels the heat of his cum deep inside while the chastity cage remains cold and unyielding. SUMMARY^2: The narrator, a willing cumdump, has a blindfolded, anonymous encounter with DominantDaddy69. They await two more partners, "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed." Using poppers for sensitivity, they endure another man's forceful bareback thrusts, the chastity cage a constant reminder of their role. The man reaches orgasm, filling them with his cum. When he finally pulled out, the sound of his cum dripping from my ass was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He didn't bother to wipe himself clean, leaving his seed to mingle with the sweat on my skin. I heard the rustle of his clothes as he dressed, his movements efficient and practiced, as if he'd done this a thousand times before. I bit back a whimper of protest, my body desperate for more, but I knew better than to speak. This was my night of servitude, and my desires were irrelevant. The door clicked shut behind him, and for a brief moment, the only sound was the panting of my own ragged breaths. I remained still, my knees trembling, my ass still open and gaping from the relentless pounding he'd given me. The coldness of the room seemed to seep into me, making me aware of every inch of my exposed, used body. I wanted to move, to clean up, to do anything but lie there, but my instructions were clear. I was not to remove the blindfold or the chastity cage until the last man had left his mark. The anticipation grew once more as the sound of new footsteps approached. This time, they were lighter, quicker, almost eager. My heart skipped a beat as the door handle turned, and the door swung open, admitting a gust of cool air that made me shiver. The scent of cheap cologne was replaced by something cleaner, fresher, and the sound of the TV in the next room grew louder for a moment before the new arrival closed the door, cutting off the outside world once again. SUMMARY^1: After the second man leaves, the narrator is left in a state of post-coital need and vulnerability, surrounded by the evidence of their use. The chastity cage remains in place as they await the next encounter, the silence pierced by the sound of approaching footsteps and the promise of another anonymous conquest. "Hello, slut," a smooth, amused voice greeted me. The words were a caress, a declaration of his intentions, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped from my lips in response. It was a 'yes', a silent affirmation of my role, my purpose for this evening. The newcomer sounded young, maybe in his twenties, his voice filled with a cocky confidence that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, the sound of fabric hitting the floor like a declaration of war. I took a few more sniffs of the poppers, the burn in my nose and the dizziness it brought helping to push away the doubt, the fear. My cock, trapped and ignored, swelled painfully with each breath I took, desperate for any kind of touch. "Good slut," the man said, his footsteps moving closer. "You're going to take it all for me, aren't you?" The scent of his cock hit me before anything else, a heady mix of musk and sweat. It was potent, overwhelming, and my mouth watered involuntarily. He was close, so close, and then the hot, velvety tip was pressing against my lower lip, demanding entrance. I opened my mouth and took him in, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum on his head. SUMMARY^1: The narrator, still blindfolded and bound by their chastity cage, is greeted by the confident voice of the third participant, 'ReadyToBreed'. Despite the fear, they are aroused by his dominance and the anticipation builds as they feel his cock against their lips, eager for the next round of anonymous use. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. The words were a balm, a validation of my purpose here, and I moaned around his cock, eager to please. He didn't waste any time, pushing deeper, filling my mouth with his length until I gagged. The plastic chastity cage around my own cock seemed to tighten in response, a cruel reminder that my pleasure was not the focus tonight. "I had a fight with my girlfriend," he confessed, his voice strained with need. "She said she doesn't want my dick anymore." His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my face closer to his crotch. "So now you're going to take it all, aren't you?" His words were a demand, a challenge that my body eagerly accepted. I nodded, unable to form coherent words around his girth, my eyes watering as I tried to take him deeper. He chuckled, a dark, self-satisfied sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good," he murmured, "because you don't have a choice." The words were like a brand, searing themselves into my psyche, marking me as his for the night. He began to thrust into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every push. I choked and sputtered, my eyes watering, my throat burning. The taste of him was overwhelming, and yet I craved more. SUMMARY^1: 'ReadyToBreed' continues the narrator's degradation, revealing his personal motives for seeking this encounter. The narrator, desperate to serve, accepts his role, even as they struggle to accommodate his size and the painful reminder of their own chastity cage. His dominance is absolute, using the narrator's mouth as an outlet for his anger and frustration. I felt him growing harder, his cock thickening in my mouth as he used me for his pleasure. He was rough, uncaring, and the pain was a stark reminder of my place. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding my movements, dictating the rhythm of his pleasure. He didn't bother to ask if I was okay, didn't check if I could breathe, didn't care if I was choking on his length. And somehow, that only made me want to please him more. As he pulled his dick out of my mouth, it slapped against my wet cheek with a wet sound, leaving a trail of saliva and precum. He was massive, even when he wasn't fully erect, and the thought of him filling me up was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Sniff those poppers again," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, bringing the bottle to my nose and inhaling deeply. The burn was intense, making me cough and sneeze, but the effect was immediate. My senses sharpened, and my asshole felt like it was opening up, begging for his cock. He moved behind me, and I felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed. His bare skin was hot against my back, and the smell of his arousal filled my nostrils. He didn't bother with any pleasantries, just grabbed my hips and lined his cock up with my entrance. I tensed, waiting for the pain, the stretching, but it never came. Instead, his cock slammed into me, pushing past any resistance with a brutal force that made me scream into the pillow. SUMMARY^1: The encounter with 'ReadyToBreed' escalates as he continues to assert his dominance. The narrator, fueled by poppers, is subjected to a painfully intense facefucking and is then forcefully penetrated anally, the cage on their cock a constant, painful reminder of their submissive role. Despite the harshness of the encounter, the narrator's desire to serve remains unbroken. "Take it," he growled, his hands digging into my skin. "Take it all like the good little slut you are." With the blindfold still in place, I had no way to anticipate his movements, to brace for the onslaught of his cock. I took another hit of the poppers, the harsh fumes making my vision swim. The room spun around me, and the sting of tears filled my eyes, but I didn't dare to disobey. My body was his to use, my pleasure secondary to his own. The plastic chastity cage around my cock was a stark reminder that this was not about me, not tonight. His cock was indeed monstrous, stretching my ass wider than any before. Each thrust felt like a battering ram pounding into me, the force of his hips driving him deeper with every stroke. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that overwhelmed my senses. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him as he claimed my body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by my muffled moans and his grunts of satisfaction. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rhythm changed. His strokes grew shorter, more urgent, and his grip on my hips tightened. I could feel his cock swelling, the heat of his orgasm building inside him. The anticipation was unbearable, my own body desperate for release, but denied by the unforgiving plastic that kept my cock at bay. SUMMARY^1: The narrator, still blindfolded and in the thrall of the poppers' effects, is subjected to 'ReadyToBreed's' relentless assault. The intensity of the pain and pleasure reaches a crescendo, with the chastity cage ensuring their own needs are unfulfilled. The room is filled with the raw sounds of their forced intimacy as 'ReadyToBreed' approaches climax, leaving the narrator trembling and desperate in anticipation. With a final, guttural groan, he came. His warmth filled me, his cock pulsing deep inside my ass as he emptied himself into me. I felt the wetness of his cum overflow, dribbling down my thighs, mixing with the remnants of the first man's seed. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl and my body shiver. He didn't pull out immediately, instead letting his cock twitch and spasm within me, the last drops of his load painting the inside of my ass with his claim. The sound of his harsh breathing was the only noise in the room, a testament to his own satisfaction. I waited, trembling, for him to withdraw, to leave me empty once more, but he didn't move. Instead, he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my neck. "We're not done yet, you filthy slut," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. His cock twitched inside me, still semi-hard, and I felt a fresh wave of panic wash over me. How much more could I take? The poppers had dulled the pain, but the reality of my situation was never far from my mind. But then, his cock began to swell once more, filling me up completely. The sensation was almost too much to handle, the pain mixing with a desperate need that had been building within me since the moment I'd been caged. He didn't ask if I was ready, didn't bother to give me a moment to prepare. He just started to fuck me again, his hips moving with a brutal efficiency that spoke of his desperation. "Take it," he said, his voice a snarl. "Take it all, you whore, you slut, you filthy cumdump." His words were like a knife, slicing through the last of my dignity, reducing me to nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. And yet, as degrading as it was, I found myself responding to the harshness of his tone, my body arching back to meet each thrust. The sound of our fucking grew louder, a cacophony of slapping skin and grunts. I could feel the heat of his cum spreading inside me, a warm, sticky mess that seemed to seep into my very soul. My own cock, trapped in the unforgiving cage, throbbed with a painful need for release. But the cage remained unyielding, a constant reminder that my pleasure was not the point of tonight's degrading performance. His grip on my hips grew even tighter, his nails digging into my skin as he hammered into me. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of the power dynamics at play in this sordid little motel room. And yet, with each brutal thrust, I felt my body betray me, my ass clenching around his cock, begging for more. It was as if the very fabric of my being had been rewired to crave this kind of abuse. As his second orgasm approached, I could feel his cock swell even further, the head of it bumping against my prostate with every push. The sensation was overwhelming, making me moan and whimper into the pillow. The poppers had done their job, my ass feeling like it was on fire with each stroke, the plastic cage around my cock a constant reminder of my helplessness. He came with a grunt, his warm seed flooding my insides once more. The feeling was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that had me writhing beneath him. But instead of pulling out, he kept going, his cock still hard and eager despite his release. He was insatiable, his hips pistoning into me with a fervor that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down my spine. "You like being my cumdump, my little slut." I could only moan in response, the pain and pleasure of his relentless fucking rendering me incoherent. His cock was a brand, searing into my soul with each brutal thrust. "You want more?" he taunted, his voice low and predatory. "You're such a greedy little slut." I could only moan in response, the pain and pleasure of his relentless fucking reducing me to a whimpering mess. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. And then, as if my silent plea had reached him, his thrusts grew quicker, more urgent. His hands tightened on my hips, his nails digging into my skin as he used my body for his own carnally driven purposes. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with his hips, the noise a testament to the depravity that filled the room. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the motel, he came again, his cock pulsing deep within me. This load felt even more substantial than the first, his cum flooding my ass with a warmth that was almost comforting in its familiarity. I gasped, my body tightening around him, unable to stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over me, even as I knew it wasn't for me. As his orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled out of me, his cock slipping free with a wet pop that seemed to echo in the quiet room. I felt the loss of him acutely, my ass clenching reflexively, trying to keep him inside. He chuckled, a sound that was both dark and amused, before slapping my ass hard. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room, a stinging reminder that I was still his to use. "That makes five loads," he said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction. The weight of his words settled into my gut, a cold, hard knot of reality. I had already 5 anonymously loads inside my ass by 3 strangers who had used me for their own pleasure without a second thought. And yet, I felt a perverse sense of pride, a strange thrill that I had been able to satisfy them all. Gently, I reached back with trembling fingers to probe my sore, gaping asshole. It was still open, the muscles stretched and relaxed from the relentless pounding of their cocks. The sensation was bizarre, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a shiver up my spine. I felt the sticky warmth of their combined cum leaking out, sliding down my thighs, pooling on the cheap motel sheets. My locked balls were coated in it, a wet mess of salty stickiness that made me squirm. As I lay there, feeling the aftershocks of their releases, I heard the sound of the man behind me rustling his clothes. The mattress dipped as he stood up, and the floor creaked under his weight as he walked towards the door. He paused for a moment, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. And then, with the casualness of someone discussing the weather, he spoke. "Luckily, I'm on prep," he said, his voice still thick with lust. The words sent a jolt through me, a reminder of the risk that came with my night of servitude. The fact that he felt the need to say it out loud was a stark reminder of the kind of man I was allowing to use me. The sound of my phone screen unlocking was a harsh reality check, snapping me out of my daze. He was scrolling through my messages, looking for the next man to satisfy. My heart raced as I heard him tap away on the screen, sending an anonymous invitation to the next participant in this twisted game. "Hmm," he mused, his voice thick with satisfaction as he read through the responses. "Looks like someone's eager to fill you up next." I felt a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear at his words. Who was it going to be? What would they do to me? The anticipation was agonizing, my body already tender and used. But the poppers had done their job, making the thought of more cock, more cum, more painfully pleasurable sensations almost irresistible. As the door clicked shut behind him, the reality of my situation crashed down on me like a wave. I was alone again, my ass still gaping and raw, my mouth coated in the taste of his cum. The plastic cage around my cock was a constant reminder of my role here, a silent sentinel ensuring my obedience. The anticipation grew once more, a thrumming pulse in the air. Would it be another man, eager to claim his place in my used, abused body? Or perhaps something else entirely? The sound of footsteps grew louder, approaching my head, and I could feel the excitement building within me. The scent of perfume filled the room, something sweet and floral, a stark contrast to the musky scent of the men who had come I felt something cold and wet press against my lips. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and allowed the liquid to be squeezed in. It was bitter, with a chemical aftertaste that was immediately recognizable. GHB The drug of choice for those who sought to lose themselves in the depths of depravity. I swallowed it down, feeling it burn my throat as it slid into my stomach. "Good boy," the voice purred, and this time it was definitely a woman's. The sound was sweet, like honey dripping from a spoon, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You're going to be a good little slut tonight, aren't you?" Her hand was gentle as she stroked my cheek, a stark contrast to the harshness of the men who had used me so far. The coolness of her skin was a balm against the feverish heat of my face, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that this encounter would be different. But the scent of her arousal, thick and potent in the air, told a different story. She wasn't here for tenderness or gentle caresses. She was here for the same thing they were: to use me, to claim me, to leave her own mark on my broken body. "But I'm here to fucked by men," I managed to murmur, the words thick and slurred against my will. The GHB was already taking hold, my muscles turning to liquid and my thoughts to mush. Her laugh was like a knife, cold and sharp. "Don't worry, slut," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet in my ear. "You're going to get exactly what you asked for." Her hand trailed down my neck, over my chest, and down to my stomach, her nails lightly scratching my skin as she went. "But I like to mix things up a bit." The sound of her moving behind me grew closer, the anticipation making my heart race. The poppers had long ago worn off, and the GHB was taking over, sending my body into a delicious haze of submission. My ass felt like it was on fire, the pain a distant memory as the drug coated my nerve endings in a warm, numbing fog. And then, I heard it: a soft hum. It grew louder, more insistent, and I felt something cold and metallic press against the tender skin of my ass. I tensed, my body instinctively bracing for the unknown, but the gentle strokes of her hand along my spine kept me pliant. The pressure grew, and the hum grew louder, until I felt a sharp pinch that made me gasp. It was a strange sensation, not quite pain, but definitely something new and intriguing. The world around me grew fuzzy, the edges of my vision blurring and my limbs feeling heavy. The GHB was working its magic, turning my body into a pliable toy for her to manipulate. The sounds of her movements grew distant, muffled, as if I were underwater. I pass out. I'm jolted back to consciousness by her voice, a siren's call that pierced through the fog in my mind. "Wake up, slut," she cooed, a hint of amusement in her tone. I scrambled onto all fours, the plastic chastity cage pressing painfully into my swollen cock as I shifted position. The room spun around me, the cheap carpet scratchy against my palms as I tried to find my bearings. And then, I felt it. Something warm and wet pressing against my abused ass, a sensation that didn't quite match the brutish intrusion of the men who had come before. My heart raced as the realization set in: it was her cock. A shemale's cock, thick and insistent, demanding entry to the depths of my body. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe the twist this night had taken, but the desire was unmistakable. My asshole clenched around the emptiness, desperate to be filled once more. "I have another present for you, slut," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "I'm going to impregnate you with my special swimmers." Her words barely registered as she held the bottle of poppers to my nose again. The scent was overpowering, a harsh chemical bite that seemed to burn away any last semblance of rational thought. I took a deep breath, the fumes filling my lungs and sending a rush of heat through my body. The room spun even more wildly, and I felt myself slipping away, the pain and pleasure of the evening blurring into a single, all-consuming need to be filled. And then she was inside me, her cock sliding into my ass with a gentle yet firm pressure. It was unlike anything I'd felt before, a softness that belied the strength behind it. She took her time, easing into me inch by inch, her movements deliberate and controlled. Each thrust was deep, filling me to the brim and making me feel impossibly full. I moaned into the pillow, my hips pushing back to meet her, desperate for more of that sweet agony. "Welcome to the club, my little putta," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress against my ear. "Where sluts like you come to be used and bred." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my asshole clench around her cock, the plastic cage around my own cock a constant reminder of my submission. Her strokes grew quicker, more insistent, and I could feel the heat of her lust building inside me. Her cock was a living thing, pulsing and swelling with every thrust. "You're going to love my special swimmers," she said, her breath hot and ragged. "They're going to fill you up, make you their home." And then she came, her warmth spilling deep into me, mixing with the cum of the men before her. Her cock pulsed inside my ass, her orgasm sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through my body. The plastic cage was a stark reminder of my own untouched state, my cock throbbing in desperation. She leaned over me, her chest heaving, and I felt the weight of her cum deep within me, a warm and heavy presence that filled me to the core. "You're one of us now," she murmured, her voice filled with a wicked satisfaction. Her cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, leaving me feeling empty and used. She stood up, the mattress springing back into place with a groan that seemed to echo my own. "Or you will be by the end of the night." Her laugh was like a whip crack, sharp and stinging, sending a thrill of terror and excitement through me. I heard the rustle of clothing as she began to dress, the sound a stark contrast to the sticky mess of cum and sweat that coated my body. My senses were heightened, the poppers still doing their work, making every sound, every movement feel like a symphony of debauchery. "You have fifteen minutes to clean up and get ready," she said, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved away from the bed. "Admire my handiwork, my little cumdump. The next group will be eager to add to your collection." Her words lingered in the air as the door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with the reality of what had just transpired. The blindfold was a prison, trapping me in my own lust-filled haze, and I was desperate to see the evidence of my degradation. With trembling hands, I reached up and pulled the fabric from my eyes, blinking against the sudden onslaught of light. The mirror revealed a sight that was both terrifying and thrilling. My eyes were glazed over with a mix of poppers and GHB, my pupils dilated and dark with desire. The chastity cage around my cock was coated in a sticky mess, my desperate erection trapped and unfulfilled. My ass was red and bruised, gaping slightly from the abuse it had endured. As I turned to get a better look, something stung my asscheek. I reached back tentatively, my fingers coming back coated in cum. The sight in the mirror was a blend of horror and fascination. Above my ravaged asshole, a fresh tattoo screamed 'cumdump' in bold letters, surrounded by a decorative border that looked suspiciously like the bars of a jail cell. The ink was still slick with lube, the edges raw and red from the recent needlework. It was a brand, a declaration of my new identity, etched into my flesh for all to see. My ass was now a canvas for their perverse artistry, a billboard for their desires. But it wasn't just the words that sent a shiver down my spine. On my left asscheek, I found a second tattoo, much smaller and more intricate. It was a biohazard symbol. I had no time to ponder the meaning of the new ink, i hear footsteps outside growing louder. On instinct, I scrambled back to the bed, my knees hitting the mattress with a soft thump. My body was still thrumming with the aftermath of the shemale's merciless fucking, my ass a slick, stretched mess that begged for more. The chastity cage was a constant, painful reminder of my submission, and as I went down on all fours, it was all I could do to keep my trembling legs from giving out. The blindfold was already in my hand, the fabric sticky with sweat and cum. I brought it up to my eyes, the world around me going dark once more. The smell of the room was a potent cocktail of sex and chemicals, a heady mix that had me lightheaded with need. I could hear the door creak open, the sound echoing through the silent room like a gunshot.

"Damn, that's cold," I muttered to myself, the last of the lukewarm water from the showerhead trickling down my body as I stepped out onto the slightly sticky motel floor. I'd chosen the cheapest room available, a decision that seemed smarter in theory than in practice. The bathroom light flickered as I toweled off, the dull buzz of a neon sign outside casting a sickly glow through the frosted glass window. The chill in the air made my skin pebble with goosebumps as I padded over to the sink, the cheap, thin fabric of the towel doing little to shield me from the cold. My heart raced as I caught a glimpse of the plastic chastity cage and the blindfold laid out neatly on the stained counter. The anticipation had been building for weeks, ever since I first stumbled upon the online forum that had introduced me to the world of blindfolded bareback encounters. It was a world of anonymity and raw, unbridled lust that I hadn't known existed. And now, it was going to be my world for the next few hours. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the chastity cage, feeling the cool plastic in my trembling hands. The room was eerily silent, save for the distant murmur of traffic and the occasional car door slamming shut. My eyes met my own reflection in the mirror, my pupils dilated with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Carefully, I positioned the device around my genitals, feeling the coldness of the plastic against my skin. The instructions were simple: align the cage, and snap it shut. But the reality was a bit more... intimate than I had imagined. My cock, already semi-erect from the anticipation, protested slightly as I pushed it down into the small opening. The plastic cage was snug, almost too snug, but it was designed to keep me in a perpetual state of arousal without release. I felt the cage enclose my balls, and then the base of my shaft, leaving just enough room for them to hang free. The lock clicked into place with a finality that sent a thrill up my spine. It was done. I was now ready to be a blindfolded cumdump, my fate sealed for the evening. Checking the time, I realized it was only late afternoon, with hours to go before the real fun began. I'd placed the ads just an hour ago, and already my phone buzzed with messages. The screen lit up with eager responses from anonymous men, all eager to take advantage of my offer. The words "anon cumdump ready to be used" and "waiting on all fours to be filled with cum" had done their job, attracting those who shared my peculiar craving for this kind of encounter. I skimmed through the messages, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. Each one was more graphic and demanding than the last, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and incredibly turned on. The first few to respond were those looking to drop by just after work, eager to release their pent-up frustrations before heading home to their unsuspecting wives and girlfriends. Their messages were filled with crude language and explicit details, painting a vivid picture of what they had planned for me. I felt a mix of excitement and dread, knowing that I'd be at the mercy of these strangers all night long. Then, a familiar name popped up on my screen: "DominantDaddy69." It was him, the man from the online forum who had encouraged me to take this step. His messages were different, a blend of reassurance and dark allure that had first piqued my interest in this lifestyle. He had asked last week if he could be the first to use me as an anon cumdump. I had agreed, feeling a strange thrill at the thought of being claimed by someone with such experience. His instructions had been clear: no lubricant for my ass, as he liked it dry and tight, claiming it would only enhance the sensation for both of us. I had complied, his words echoing in my mind as I laid the towel aside and bent over the bed. The mattress dipped slightly, and I could feel the coolness of the sheets against my bare skin. The plastic cage pressed into my body, a constant reminder of what was to come. My phone vibrated again with a new message from DominantDaddy69: "Room number slut. I'll be there in 5. Make sure you're ready for me." My stomach flipped with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The reality of what I was about to do was sinking in, but I was too far gone to turn back. I sent him the room number, my hands shaking as I typed. Moving quickly, I placed the towel at the base of the door to keep it from shutting completely. It was a simple yet effective way to signal that I was ready for the onslaught of anonymous men I had invited into my motel room. I padded back over to the bed, the floor sticking slightly to my wet feet, and positioned myself on all fours, my ass in the air. The chastity cage pressed into my pelvis, the plastic cold against my skin. With trembling hands, I picked up the blindfold and secured it over my eyes, plunging the room into darkness. The faint smell of leather filled my nostrils, and the fabric felt surprisingly soft against my skin. I took a deep breath and squeezed the small bottle of poppers, feeling the rush of chemical warmth in my nose and chest. The room spun slightly, and I waited, my heart pounding in my ears. The sound of footsteps grew louder outside, each step a staccato beat that matched the rhythm of my racing pulse. The door handle jiggled, and the door creaked open. The scent of cologne and the coolness of the evening air washed over me as the figure entered the room. I could hear the rustle of clothing and the soft thud of a bag being set down. The tension was palpable, like a live wire coiled tightly in the space between us. "Hello, slut," a deep, unfamiliar voice rumbled, sending a shiver down my spine. It was him, DominantDaddy69. I could feel his presence, the way the air thickened with his dominance as he circled the bed. His footsteps were deliberate, measured, like a predator sizing up its prey. My skin tingled as his hand brushed against my ass, his touch firm and possessive. I quivered in anticipation, the poppers adding a thrilling edge to my senses. His finger probed my hole briefly, a gentle yet insistent intrusion that made me gasp. "Good, you followed my instructions. I like it nice and tight," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. The words sent a wave of wetness between my legs, the chastity cage doing little to contain my growing arousal. The plastic felt slick with pre-cum as it pressed against my prostate, a constant reminder of my newfound role. DominantDaddy69 moved around the bed to my head, the mattress dipping with his weight as he settled beside me. The scent of his body washed over me, a heady mix of sweat, precum, and a faint hint of dried piss. It was intoxicating, a potent aroma that spoke of raw masculinity and power. His hand reached out again, his calloused fingers tracing the outline of my chastity cage with a smirk. "Look at you, all locked up and ready to serve. You really do look like the cheap cumdump I knew you'd make," he said, his voice thick with amusement. With a firm grip, he guided his semi-hard cock to my mouth. The scent of his arousal was overwhelming, filling my nostrils and making my mouth water. Without hesitation, I parted my lips and took him in, the taste of his precum coating my tongue. He groaned in approval, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to my caged cock. The plastic was slick with my own juices now, my body betraying my excitement despite my nerves. His girth was surprising, and I struggled to take him all in without gagging, but the poppers made everything feel so much more intense. Each time his cock hit the back of my throat, I felt a rush of pleasure-pain that only served to make me more eager for what was to come. As I worked his shaft with my mouth, his hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling me closer, controlling the rhythm. His hips began to buck, and I could feel him growing harder with each stroke. The head of his cock brushed against the back of my throat, and I could sense his excitement building. I moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body, and he responded with a grunt of approval. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me faster, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The room was filled with the sound of wet, sloppy sucking noises and the occasional slap of skin on skin. Finally, he pulled away, his cock slick with saliva. "You're eager, aren't you?" he chuckled. "But we're not there yet." He stood up, his footsteps heavy on the sticky motel floor. I waited, blindfolded and exposed, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. The bed dipped as he climbed on behind me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress. I took two good sniffs of poppers, the rush of warmth and euphoria washing over me. The world grew hazy around the edges, my senses heightened to a fever pitch. I felt the head of his cock press against my tight, unprepared hole. The coldness of the plastic chastity cage was a stark contrast to the heat of his shaft, and I tensed up involuntarily. "Breathe, slut," he instructed, his voice a low growl. "Relax and let me in. This is what you wanted." His words echoed in my mind, and I forced myself to comply. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I felt the tip of his cock breach my ass. The sensation was intense, a sharp pain that was immediately followed by a rush of pleasure that made me moan. DominantDaddy69 didn't relent, pushing in further and further until I could feel the base of his cock against my skin. The burn was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that I had never experienced before. His cock was thick and unyielding, stretching me wide open with every inch. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal beat that matched the racing of my heart. His grip on my hips was like iron, holding me in place as he claimed me fully. "Fuck," I whimpered into the pillow, my body adjusting to the intrusion. His response was a deep, satisfied groan, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned in closer. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You're so tight, so dry. Just like I knew you'd be." The words sent a shiver down my spine, the reality of the situation setting in. I had fantasized about this, dreamt about it, but the actuality was so much more intense, so much more... real. He pulled the pillow from under my face and tossed it aside. "Take another hit," he ordered, his hand guiding the bottle of poppers to my nose. The cold plastic was a shock against my skin, but the fumes were warm and inviting. I inhaled deeply, the chemical rush sending a tingle through my body that seemed to ease the discomfort of his rough entry. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice a dark caress in the silence of the room. The mattress squeaked in protest as DominantDaddy69 began to thrust, his cock moving in and out of me with a brutal rhythm. I could feel every inch of him, the dryness of my unprepared hole providing a sharp contrast to the slickness of his shaft. "Are you ready to become the cumdump you're meant to be?" he asked, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within me. The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the motel's air conditioner. Then, with a deliberate slowness that made me squirm, he pushed back in, stretching me open again. I could feel every ridge and vein, every pulse of his cock as it filled me up. The pain was exquisite, a fine line between agony and ecstasy that I never knew existed. It was all I could do to moan into the pillow, my voice muffled and desperate. He chuckled, a sound that was more predatory than amused. "You're going to beg for it, aren't you?" His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing in the room. "Beg for my cum, slut," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. The sting of his hand sent a jolt through my body, straight to my cock, trapped and desperate in the plastic cage. I felt the beginnings of a protest bubbling up in my throat, but the poppers had other plans for me. The warmth spread through me, turning the pain into something else, something dark and needy. "Yes, sir," I gasped out, my voice hoarse from the abuse. "Please, fill me with your seed." It was all I could do to keep the desperation from overwhelming me. The words came out in a breathy moan, a plea that seemed to fuel his lust even more. His pace grew more frenzied, his hips slapping against me with a wet, meaty sound that filled the room. The burn in my ass grew, a fiery sensation that washed away all other thoughts. The only thing that existed was the cock inside me and the need to be filled with his cum. His grunts grew louder, more animalistic, as he approached his climax. I could feel his cock thicken, swelling to the point where it seemed impossible to fit. His grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin. The pain was delicious, a stark reminder of my submission to his will. "I'm going to fill you with my special cum," he growled, his voice a harsh rasp that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to take it all, like the good little cumdump you are." The words were a command, a promise that I had no intention of denying him. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within me, his cock pulsing as he released his load. The sensation was indescribable, his warm seed filling me up, the pressure intense and overwhelming. He roared, his voice a primal sound of triumph, as he emptied himself into me. I moaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. The plastic cage was slick with pre-cum, a constant reminder of my inability to reciprocate, of the power dynamics at play. His hot breath washed over me, his chest heaving with the effort of his release. As the last of his cum spurted inside me, he stilled, his cock still buried deep. For a moment, we were one, connected by the act of his claiming me. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent reminder of my new role. Slowly, he began to pull out, the feeling of emptiness making me whimper. He wasn't done yet, though. He allowed his half-hard cock to rest against my still-throbbing hole, the plastic of the chastity cage pressing into my swollen balls. "And that's how you break in a new cumdump," he said, his voice filled with a sadistic glee that made me shiver. The realization that he had recorded this, that my first moments of submission were captured on film, hit me like a slap in the face. I tensed up, the panic rising in my chest like a storm. "Don't worry, slut," he chuckled, his hand resting on my ass. "This is just the beginning. And I'm going to make sure everyone sees how much you love it." His words were a knife twisting in my gut, but the poppers had my body humming with a strange mix of fear and arousal. "You're going to be famous," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Men will watch you for years to come, jerking off to the sight of your tight little ass being destroyed. They'll see how eager you are, how much you crave the feel of anonymous cocks filling you up." As I lay there, trembling, I felt his hand leave my ass, the cold plastic of the chastity cage pressing into my skin as I tried to stand. But before I could even get to my knees, his hand pushed me back down, firm and unyielding. "No, no, slut," he said, his tone mocking. "You're not going anywhere." I heard the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he started to dress. The smell of our encounter still lingered in the room, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and the faint metallic tang of his cum. I felt something cool and wet on my back and ass, and I realized he was writing something. I tensed up, trying to guess what it might be, but the poppers had my mind floating in a sea of sensation, unable to fully focus on the reality of the situation. "Remember, slut, you're here for them, not me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "But I'll be back to check on you, make sure you're keeping those holes of yours open and ready for use." With that, he smirked, the sound of his zipper echoing through the room like a taunt. The door creaked open, and a cold breeze swept in, carrying with it the scent of the city outside. He was leaving, and I was left there, bound by my own desires and his instructions. My legs felt like jelly as I tried to stand, the sticky wetness of his cum trickling down my thighs. I managed to get to my knees, the plastic cage digging painfully into my swollen cock. The poppers had worn off enough that the reality of the situation began to crash down around me. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, there was a part of me that reveled in the sensation, a dark thrill that seemed to pulse in time with the ache in my ass. With trembling hands, I reached behind me and felt the words written on my back in cold, sticky cum. "Cumdump" was scrawled in large, sloppy letters across my shoulder blades, and on my right asscheek was a smaller line, a tally mark of his claim. The coldness of the sticky mess against my skin made me shiver, and I knew what the next few hours would bring. More men, more anonymous cocks eager to use me as their personal cum receptacle.

Just as the door opens again, the fabric of the blindfold tightens around my eyes, plunging my world into a suffocating darkness once more. The metallic click of the lock echoes through the small, stale hotel room, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The sound of heavy boots crossing the floorboards fills the void, their rhythmic thuds growing louder, closer. I can't help but tense up, my heart pounding against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate for escape. I feel his presence before I hear his gruff voice, the scent of his desire thick in the air, a potent mix of sweat and something musky. "Look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot and heavy against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His large hands come to rest on my hips, squeezing them roughly. I can feel his arousal pressing against my lower back, a blunt reminder of what's to come. "Such a pretty cumdump." The words resonate within me, a stark reality of the night's unfolding events. He runs his hand over the new tattoo above my ass, tracing the outline of the words etched into my skin. "Nice tats," he says, his voice thick with lust. "That bitch knew what she was doing." His words are a slap in the face, but they also stir a strange sense of excitement within me. I'm his plaything, marked for all to see, and the thought of being used like this is intoxicating. "Too bad she only wanted to ink you up if she got to ride that sweet ass first," he adds, his voice dripping with a malicious pleasure. As he speaks, he reaches down and fiddles with the chastity cage, giving it a cruel twist. I let out a whine of pain, my cock straining against the unforgiving plastic. "Looks like you're going to be my little cumdump for the night," he says, his grip tightening. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're worth it." His other hand snakes around to my front, groping at my crotch. Despite the pain, I feel myself growing hard at his touch, my body betraying me once again. He laughs darkly at my response, his hand moving to give my ass a hard slap. The sound echoes through the room, mixing with my muffled yelp of surprise. "Seems like you're already enjoying your new role," he says, his voice low and smoky. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first." With that, he steps back, leaving me trembling and exposed. I can feel his eyes roving over my body, taking in every inch of my naked form, the strange biohazard symbol on my asscheek standing out against my pale skin. The anticipation is agonizing as I wait for his next move, my senses heightened to a fever pitch. The smack of skin on skin still lingers in the air, a stark reminder of his dominance. I can feel the warmth spreading from my cheek, a delicious burn that somehow seems to radiate straight to my cock, making it throb painfully within its confines. The plastic cage feels tighter than ever, a constant reminder of my submission.. "You're going to be the talk of the club, you know," he says, his voice a gruff purr. The sound of fabric sliding over skin, the jingle of his belt buckle as he unclasps it, and the soft thump of his pants hitting the floor are the only sounds in the room. "DominantDaddy always knows how to pick 'em. And now you're all ours, to use and abuse as we see fit." His words send a jolt of excitement through me, even as fear tightens its icy grip. I'm part of something now, something bigger than just this one anonymous encounter. He steps closer, the sound of his bare feet on the carpeted floor almost inaudible. The cool metal of the poppers canister touches my cheek, and I flinch instinctively. "Open up," he commands, and I obey, feeling the tip of the bottle press against my nostrils. A sudden burst of cold fills my nasal cavity, and the room spins as the heady, musky scent overwhelms me. I gasp, my body responding with an involuntary jolt of pleasure that makes my toes curl. He starts to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, each article of clothing revealing more of his toned, hairy body. His cock is already hard, bobbing with anticipation as he takes in the sight of me, blindfolded and bound, my body adorned with the marks of ownership. "You're going to love this," he murmurs. Every time I take a hit, you take one too." I nod, eager to please despite the fear knotting in my stomach. The sound of him snapping open the poppers becomes a symphony in the quiet room, the faint hiss of the rushing nitrite gas the only melody. I follow his lead, inhaling deeply as he brings the bottle to my nose. The cold rush hits me like a wave, the intensity making my head spin. My senses become heightened, my heart racing as the blood rushes to my cock, the pain from the cage fading into a delicious throb. Before I know it, the tip of his cock is pressing against my ass, the warmth of his shaft against my skin sending a shiver up my spine. He doesn't waste any time, pushing forward without preamble. I feel myself stretch to accommodate him, the poppers making my body more pliable, more receptive to his invasion. With a grunt, he breaches my hole, the head of his cock popping in with a wet sound that makes me want to moan. I can't help but push back, eager for more, even though the cage is a constant, frustrating reminder of my own denied pleasure The poppers continue to flow between us, our breaths coming in harsh pants as we both inhale deeply. The scent fills my nostrils, mixing with the smell of his body, the faint tang of the ink from the tattoos still lingering. Each sniff sends another shock of pleasure through me, making me arch my back, silently begging for him to go deeper, faster, harder. He seems to understand my unspoken cues, his pace increasing until he's pounding into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. The bed beneath me creaks with the force of his thrusts, the cheap headboard knocking against the wall in a steady rhythm that's as erotic as it is mundane. Every ridge, every vein of his cock is etched into my consciousness, the sensation so intense that I can almost feel his pulse as he fucks me. The poppers have heightened my senses to an unbearable peak, each nerve ending in my ass screaming for more. The pain from the cage has morphed into a strange symphony of agony and ecstasy, each thrust causing the plastic to dig into my tender flesh while the poppers flood my system with endorphins. I'm lost in a sea of sensation, my mind a whirlwind of desire and submission. His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, squeezing my nipples, tracing the biohazard symbol on my asscheek with a fingertip that feels like fire. The room is a cacophony of our gasps and grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the occasional squelch of cum as he drives deeper. His breath is hot and ragged against the back of my neck, and I can feel the wetness of his precum coating my ass, a slippery promise of what's to come. With every thrust, he hits my prostate, a precise, punishing rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It's a delicious agony, a sensation so intense that it feels like I'm being electrified from the inside out. My legs are trembling, my muscles tense and quivering, as I try to push back against him, to take more, to get closer to the edge that I know is just out of reach. The chastity cage is a constant throb, a pulsing reminder of my denied climax. Then, just when I think I can't take it anymore, just when I feel like I'm going to shatter into a million pieces, he stops. His cock is buried deep inside me, thick and hot, and I can feel his body tense up. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that resonates through me. With a wicked chuckle, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and used. The sound of his cock slipping out of my ass is obscene, a wet pop that seems to echo in the small space. I whimper at the sudden absence, my body begging for more. His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh, and I feel his hand come down hard on my ass again. "Greedy little slut," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "You want it that badly?" He leans in closer, his breath hot on the back of my neck as he whispers in my ear. "No orgasm for you tonight, little cumdump," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're here to serve real men. And to be filled up with our special cum." His words send a shiver down my spine, a mix of dread and anticipation. I don't know what he means with special. He laughs, and his laughter is like a knife twisting in my gut. "You really are a naive little thing," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you learn your place." His hand comes down on my ass again, this time with more force, leaving a stinging handprint. The pain is a stark contrast to the pleasure that had been building within me, a harsh reminder of my predicament. As he starts to dress, the rustling of his clothes is a symphony of disappointment and despair. I can feel the sticky warmth of his cum leaking out of me, a reminder of what I've become. A nameless, faceless hole for his pleasure. The plastic chastity cage is a cold, unyielding presence between my legs, a constant taunt to my desperate arousal. My breathing slows as the high from the poppers begins to wane, leaving me with the bitter taste of denial. I'm still blindfolded, my world a haze of pain and pleasure, my senses acute to every sound, every smell. The scent of his cum is thick in the air, mingling with the musk of the hotel room. The sticky trickle down my thighs is the only proof that this wasn't just a feverish dream. The door creaks open again, and the sound of leather on leather fills the room. Heavy footsteps approach, and a new voice, deep and gruff, speaks. "DominantDaddy always has the best taste," the stranger says, his tone one of greedy excitement. The man who just used me chuckles, patting my ass. "This one's a real treat," he agrees, his hand lingering on the plump flesh. "Already warmed up and ready to go." The first man's boots move away, and the sound of the door closing is like a door slamming shut on my last shred of hope. The new presence looms over me, his scent a heady mix of leather and something faintly metallic. I feel the mattress dip as he sits on the edge of the bed, his calloused hands gently stroking the small of my back. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal use I've just endured. "Don't worry, little one," he says, his voice a soothing rumble. "We're going to take good care of you." His fingers trace the biohazard symbol on my asscheek, his touch sending a jolt of something new through me. It's not lust or fear, but a strange, dark excitement that makes my heart race even faster. "You're going to be our little secret, aren't you?" The door opens again, and the sound of multiple sets of boots fills the room. My heart skips a beat, the anticipation of what's to come making my stomach clench. The sound of the men talking, low and gruff, sends a shiver down my spine. They're discussing me, I can tell, their words a mix of lewd comments and crude jokes that I can't quite make out through the fabric of the blindfold. I feel a strange thrill at being the center of their attention, a thrill that's tainted with the bitter edge of fear. The first man's voice is closer now, his hands on me once more. He's undressing, his clothes rustling as they hit the floor. The smell of precum and sweat fills the air, a heady scent that makes my cock throb in its plastic prison. He takes a hit from the poppers, and the sound of the gas escaping is like a gunshot in the quiet room. I hear the second man do the same, his intake of breath a little sharper, a little more eager. The first man's hand moves to the chastity cage, giving it a little shake. "Looks like you're going to be popular tonight," he says, his voice a dark caress that sends a shiver down my spine. "We've got a whole lineup of cocks just waiting for you." He runs his thumb over my swollen lips, tracing the outline of the cage before moving down to tease my asshole. I feel it stretch around the girth of his cock, the plastic pressing uncomfortably against the sensitive flesh. "Ready for more?" The anticipation is a living thing, a coil of heat in my stomach that tightens with every passing moment. I nod, my voice a muffled whimper against the fabric of the blindfold. I'm not sure if I'm ready, but my body seems to have a mind of its own, eager to please, eager to be used. He doesn't wait for my reply, instead lining his shaft up with my well-used hole and pushing in with a single, forceful thrust. My mouth opens of its own accord as the tip of another cock brushes against my lips. The scent of lust fills the air, the taste of precum and sweat already coating my tongue. I don't hesitate, eager to prove my worth as the cumdump I've been marked to be. I take it in, the smooth, velvety head sliding over my tongue as the stranger's hand wraps around the base, guiding my movements. His grip is firm but gentle, a silent communication that tells me exactly what he wants, what he expects from me. As he fucks my throat, the others murmur their approval, the sound of their voices a chorus of lust and greed. They talk over me, discussing my body like it's a piece of meat, a toy for them to use and discard. And yet, the degradation only serves to heighten my arousal, the pain and humiliation a potent aphrodisiac that makes my blood race. The biohazard symbol on my asscheek seems to pulse with every beat of my heart, a strange brand of belonging that I can't quite comprehend. "Look at him, so eager to please," one of them says, his voice a gravelly purr. "Such a good little cumdump." The words resonate within me, a dark thrill that makes me want to push harder, to take more. The cock in my mouth stretches my throat, the head bumping against the back of my mouth as he fucks me with a steady rhythm. The taste of him is bitter and salty, a reminder that I'm nothing but a hole to be filled and used. Then, as the man fucking my ass starts to tense, I feel the heat of his orgasm building. His breath is hot and ragged, his hips slamming into me with the force of his release. Just as he starts to come, the cock in my mouth pulls out, leaving me gasping for air. But before I can even process the sudden emptiness, another one takes its place, the stranger's grip on my head firm as he guides me onto his shaft. I can feel the sticky wetness of the last man's precum on my chin, a reminder of what I'm here for. As the new man starts to thrust into my mouth, the one who just filled me up with his seed pulls out with a wet plop that echoes through the room. The sound is met with a chorus of laughter and crude comments from the others, their voices a cacophony of depravity. "Looks like you're going to be our little party favor," one of them says, and the anticipation in his tone sends a thrill through me. The next man behind me doesn't waste any time, his cock pushing past the ring of muscle with an ease that speaks of practice. He fucks me like a beast in heat, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, obscene sound that fills the room. I can feel his balls slap against my caged cock with every thrust, the plastic chastity device a cruel reminder of my own denied pleasure. His grip on my hips is bruising, his nails digging into my skin as he uses me roughly, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. His strokes are deep and punishing, each one sending a bolt of pleasure-pain through me that makes my toes curl. He's not gentle, he doesn't care about my plessure, my feelings or pain.He's all about claiming and marking his territory, his grunts and growls a symphony of possession. I'm just a thing to him, a warm hole to be filled and used, and the knowledge sends a thrill through me that's almost as intense as the sensation of his cock filling me up. As he reaches his peak, the pressure inside me builds to an unbearable crescendo, and with a roar, he empties himself into me. His warm cum spurts deep, coating my insides with a thick, sticky heat that makes me shiver. But even as he pulls out, the void is filled immediately, another cock sliding in without so much as a pause. The plastic chastity cage digs into my skin, a constant reminder of my place as the night's entertainment. The next man is quicker, more urgent in his movements. His hands are rougher, his grip bruising as he fucks me like a wild animal claiming its prey. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass fills the room, punctuating the wet, sloppy noises of my being used. He doesn't bother with the poppers, just drives in and out of me with a feral intensity that has me panting for air, my mouth open and gagging around the cock in my mouth. As the fourth man comes, the fifth is already there, lined up and ready to take his place. The smooth, slick sensation of cum being pushed out by the newcomer's shaft makes me want to scream, the feeling of being so completely filled and used making my body tremble. The cock in my mouth pulls out, and the taste of cum is bitter on my tongue. I'm passed around like a toy, a vessel for their pleasure, and every cell in my body is alight with the dark thrill of it all. The men come and go, their grunts and groans the only indication of their release. They speak in low, guttural tones, sharing jokes and compliments about my tightness, my obedience. I'm not a person to them, just a cumdump to be used and discarded. And yet, with every thrust, every hot spurt inside me, I feel a sense of belonging, a twisted satisfaction that I'm serving my purpose. The biohazard symbol on my asscheek feels like a badge of honor, a mark that says I'm theirs to use and abuse. As one man pulls out, another takes his place, the plastic chastity cage a constant presence, a reminder of my submission. I can feel the sticky mess inside me, their cum mixing with my own juices, creating a wet, sloppy mess that leaks out of my ass with every movement. The smell of sex is thick in the air, a heady perfume that fills my nostrils and makes me want to beg for more. The sounds of the men around me are a blur, a symphony of grunts and zips and the shuffling of clothes. The bed beneath me is a battleground of passion and debauchery, the mattress stained with sweat and cum. I can't tell who's who anymore, their voices and scents all blending into one overwhelming force of masculinity and lust. Each cock feels different, some thick and veiny, others smooth and long, each leaving their own distinct mark on my insides. The chastity cage is a constant throb of torment and temptation, a painful reminder of my denied release. Yet, with every new man that enters me, that pain morphs into something else entirely. It's as if each of their orgasms is a drop in an ocean of pleasure, building and building until I'm drowning in a sea of sensation. I've lost count of how many times they've come inside me, their seed mixing with my own desperation, creating a hot, sticky mess that trickles down my thighs and pools on the floor. As the night wears on, the sounds of their climaxes grow distant, the weight of their bodies lifted from my back one by one. The room begins to empty, the footsteps of the last few stragglers fading away, leaving me alone with the last man still fucking my ass. His thrusts are slower than the rest, more deliberate, as if savoring the feeling of my body clenching around his shaft. The bed creaks in protest under our combined weight, the headboard knocking out a steady rhythm against the wall. The plastic cage is a cold, unyielding presence, a stark contrast to the heat and friction of his cock in my ass. His breath is hot on my neck, his teeth grazing my ear as he whispers, "You're going to love this, little cumdump." I can feel the tension in his body, the tightening of his grip on my hips as he prepares to add his load to the many already sloshing inside me. My own cock is a throbbing ache, trapped in its plastic prison, the constant pressure making me want to scream. With a final, brutal thrust, he releases his hot, thick cum deep within my bowels, filling me up until I'm stretched to the limit. His grunt is low and satisfied, his grip on my hips loosening slightly as he holds himself inside me, savoring the feeling of his seed spilling into my ass. And then he pulls out, the emptiness left behind making me feel even more used and discarded. "DominantDaddy will be so proud of you," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress that sends a shiver down my spine. I nod, muffled by the fabric of the blindfold, my mouth still filled with the taste of precum sweat and a hint of piss.The words are a strange mix of comfort and humiliation, a reminder that I'm here to serve, to be used by anyone who wants me. And even though I'm drained, my body still thrums with an unquenched hunger for more. He starts to dress, the rustle of fabric the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I can't see him, but I can feel his presence as he pulls on his leather pants, the zipper a metallic whisper that echoes in the emptiness. I take a deep breath, inhaling the last lingering traces of poppers. The cold rush fills my nose, and for a brief moment, the world sharpens into focus. My thoughts swirl, a tornado of need and fear. But the drug quickly takes hold, blurring the edges until all I can think about is the ache between my legs and the warm, sticky mess coating my thighs. "The next one will be special," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a tremor through my body. He sounds almost gleeful, the kind of excitement a kid has before opening a present on Christmas morning. "We want to make sure all our special swimmers deliver their gift to the right place inside you." The words hang in the air, thick with meaning. It's a promise and a threat all rolled into one, a dark thrill that makes my heart race. The door clicks shut behind him, leaving me alone with the sticky remnants of the men who've claimed me. I take a deep breath, the scent of their combined lust still heavy in the air. My body is a canvas of pain and pleasure, a battleground of sensation that I can't escape. But before I can even begin to process the events of the night, I hear new footsteps approaching outside.

Yesterday, a power btm fwb and I hosted a sniffies daytime pride “Battle of the BB btms -twink vs. twunk” group in a NYC midtown hotel (I’m on the left). The photo speaks for itself. I took about 10; him 13 loads 🏳️‍🌈

Looking back, I should have known he was positive. But the subject of his status never came up until he was cumming in my guts. I met Daddy online. I have a thing for older, daddy top types, and, at 6'2", mustache, s&p hair, muscular, and an 8 inch cock, this guy fit the bill. And he was into leather! Every time I was on Manhunt he'd be on and I'd send him a message. Usually he ignored me, but occasionally he would unlock his pictures to tease me with harness and chaps shots, or pics of his big ol' dick. After about a year of chasing him, I finally found him online and sent him a message that I was desperate for his cock and I would do anything to take it. This seemed to break the ice. We chatted that night and exchanged emails and pictures. I sent him pics of my ass- and one pic of my ex fucking me raw. "So you take it bareback?" he asked. "Well-- not often. I have. But I need to really know the guy." I replied. "I only fuck bare-- is that a problem? 'Cuz you said you'd do anything for my cock, an my cock wants to feel that raw hole" he said. "It's not a problem... Sir." Famous last words. After that we set a date for the following Tuesday. He worked near my apartment, and was going to come by right after he got off. And he would bring some leather. Tuesday rolled around and I was so horny I couldn't concentrate at work. It didn't help that Daddy texted several times during the day, sending naked pics and cock shots, along with descriptions of what he was going to do with me. I got home, cleaned-up and prepped, and put on my leather harness for Daddy. And then waited. When my phone finally rang I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't buzz him up fast enough. As soon as he got into my apartment he shoved me roughly against the wall and kissed me. He was so strong, and his taking charge just made me melt into him. Daddy broke free and headed to the bathroom to piss and change. I went to my bed to wait. When Daddy came into my bedroom, he was decked out in a harness, arm bands, chaps and boots, as well as the leather cap from his online picture! I stood up and we made out and groped each other. Then he shoves my head hard down to his cock and makes me suck him. His dick was beautiful-- a true 8 incher with just a slight upward curve. I worshiped that cock. Then he got me on all fours on the floor and started eating my hole. Man, did Daddy know what he was doing!!! I was so horny, I couldn't wait to get fucked. I begged him to put his cock in me. And he did. He spit strongly onto on my hole and in his hand, lubed his big fuckstick and started working the mushroom head against my hole. I had poppers and he told me to do a hit. "Get poppered up, fucker, because here I come!" He commanded. After a big snort, that head popped past my sphincter and he was sliding his raw Daddy dick into my hole. It had been so long since I'd taken raw dick (since my last ex) I forgot how great raw fucking feels. "Yeah, fucker! You like that cock?" he called me "fucker" a lot. "Yeah, fucker! Daddy's finally giving you what you've been craving, isn't he?" Fuck yes he was! He started pumping my hole and really working it with every inch of his meat. And I was in heaven. Then he pulled out almost all the way and froze. "Hold still, fucker- I'm taking a picture to send to my buddies. I wanna show them your ass and how you're taking my fat cock." The picture thing TOTALLY turned me on, so I held still like he commanded. He snapped several pics, balls deep, halfway, almost out, and then one of him all the way out, head pressed against my hole. He then texted them to his buddy. "Well, fucker! My buddy is impressed and likes what he sees! Maybe next time we'll tag-team your ass" I told him I was more than willing. He then rolled me onto my shoulder blades on the floor, and re-entered my ass. My legs were on his shoulders and he went to town drilling me, only stopping every so often to re-lube with his spit. His cock felt so good and I was so horny that just the action of it scrubbing my insides was getting me close to cumming. I asked him stop fucking because I was too close, and he did. He didn't want me cumming yet either. We did this four more times-- stopping each time as I got too close. But on the fifth time, he told me he was done interrupting his fuck for me. He fucked me harder and rolled me all the way onto my shoulder blades until he was standing and plunging into me. I came without ever touching my cock, and my own jizz coated my face and open mouth. He kept drilling me until my balls were empty. I expected him to pull out as I was done, and, truth be known, once I cum, I don't like getting fucked. I asked Daddy to stop, and he paused long enough to say, "Nuh-Uh fucker. We're done fucking when I SAY we're done. And we ain't done 'til I've cum in your ass twice!" Then he resumed pounding me without mercy. It took another ten excruciating minutes of solid fucking before I felt his cock start to swell to even bigger proportions in my ass. Thank god he was close! I had been huffing poppers like mad during his abuse of my hole, so I was in a dizzy haze when he finally said, "Here you go, fucker! This is what you wanted! Take my POZ LOAD!" And with that he tensed up and I could feel every inch of that eight inch python squirting and pulsing his charged jizz into my ass. When he finished, and yanked his cock unceremoniously out of my hole, I finally asked "You're poz?" "Of course, fucker. I thought you knew. You said you'd do anything to take my cock." We lay on the floor and didn't talk for awhile. I let him play with my hole and finger his leaking load back inside my ass. Eventually he said, "Admit it, fucker. You wanted it. You were turned on by my big daddy cock taking charge of your ass-- and then charging your ass." My cock started getting hard again hearing him talk so frankly. "Ah, so you DID like it! And your ass is already hungry for more-- I can feel it sucking on my finger." He bred me again that evening just like he said he was going to. The second time was much more gentle, with lots of making out during. As he was getting dressed back into his business clothes, the last thing he said to me that night was, "Fucker, you shoot big loads! Next time we should find some dude on-line and take turns pozzing his ass!"

“Why don’t we ever have fun as a whole house anymore” Hugh asked me, out of the blue. We were sitting in the garden, with him uncharacteristically having asked me for a cigarette. Most of the other guys were out, with only Bailey and Josh inside working in their rooms. I had taken a break from my own paper to come down for a cup of tea and a cigarette, and had encountered Hugh in the kitchen making some toast for an afternoon snack. I had been a bit surprised when he had followed me outside, sat down beside me and asked for a cigarette, but I went with it. “I, er, don’t know” I replied. “Yes you do” he said. “Some of you guys are always fucking together, but me, Leroy, Sean and Josh are never part of it.” “I, er, well, we…” I said, but trailed off as I tried to think of something. “Does Tom’s tattoo mean what I think it does?” he asked. “Which tattoo?” I asked, feigning ignorance. “The new one that basically shouts from the rooftops that he’s poz” he replied. “Oh” I said, “that one.” “Thought so” he said. We sat in silence for a moment as my mind started running at a thousand miles per hour. “So are you all poz then?” Hugh asked. “Yes” I replied. He took a deep inhale of his cigarette, and then blew the smoke out over the garden and watched it dissipate. “Deliberately?” he asked. “Yes” I replied again. Another moment of silence descended as we both stared straight ahead, smoking. My pulse was up as I found myself outing the other guys, but I knew there was no point in putting up a front anymore given Hugh had worked it all out anyway apparently. “You were first, right?” he asked. “Yes” I said. “I, er, met up with a couple of guys to make it happen.” “Why?” Hugh asked. “It was just something I wanted, or needed” I replied. “I can’t fully explain it, but I don’t have any regrets.” “Fair enough” said Hugh, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray before reaching for my pack and helping himself to another. “What about the others?” he asked, after lighting up. “You would have to talk to them about it” I said. “I mean, it’s bad enough I have outed them, but I shouldn’t be putting words in their mouths about why they chose this.” “OK” he said. “That’s fair.” “You won’t…” I began. “Of course” he replied. “But Leroy knows, doesn’t he?” “Yes” I replied. We sat in silence again, with me also lighting up a second cigarette while I waited to see what was coming next. “I think he wants it too” Hugh said. “Leroy, I mean.” “You do?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “He’s asked a few times whether I would be OK with other guys fucking him now that he’s started bottoming, and I reckon it’s you guys that he means.” “Why do you think that?” I asked. “The way he looks at you all” he said. “Particularly Tom, with that tattoo.” “Are you OK with it?” I asked. “I mean, I know you two fuck, but I don’t know if you’re…” “I don’t know” he replied, sighing. “I don’t know what the fuck we are, to be honest. He’s hard to read.” “Do you want more from him?” I asked. “I don’t know” he said, turning to face me for the first time. “I don’t even know if I want a boyfriend, or what.” “Do you see yourself with a woman?” I asked. He turned back to look out over the garden, and took another deep inhale of the cigarette. “Probably not” he eventually replied. “I mean, I did, but there’s stuff I like that I would probably really resent not being able to do anymore.” “So, do you see yourself with a boyfriend then?” I asked. “Maybe” he replied. “But open.” “That’s quite normal” I said. “Yeah” he sighed. We sat in silence while we both finished our cigarettes, and then Hugh stood up and headed for the door. I followed him back inside, and stopped at the sink to get a glass of water. “Listen” he said. “I don’t want, you know, that just yet, but would you guys maybe be up for a bukkake session with me?” I choked on the water I had just begun sipping, meaning it took a couple of minutes of sorting myself out before I could reply. “You OK?” Hugh asked, grinning at me. “Yeah” I croaked. “Sorry.” “So?” he asked. “Er, yeah, I guess” I said. “But you know oral isn’t risk-free, right?” “Yeah” he said. “And Leroy?” I asked. “I’ll tell him what we’re going to do” he replied. “It’ll be up to him if he wants to join in.” I nodded, and Hugh smiled at me. He then headed out of the kitchen, leaving me to ponder our conversation for a bit before I eventually also went back to my desk. It took a little while to get focused again, but once I’d sent out a message to the Telegram group we had set up for the poz housemates, I muted my phone and got down to writing. —————— We finally found a weekend when Sean and Josh were both away, with Sean in Leicester overnight for a lacrosse tournament and Josh heading home for his younger brother’s 18th birthday party. Everyone else cleared their Saturday night, we closed all the curtains and locked the front door, and then got down to business. The plan was for Hugh to visit each of us individually in our rooms to give us each a blowjob, but we would stop him before we came. We would then gather together in the large main bathroom to shoot our loads on him, before moving on to whatever fun we felt like having. Hugh came to me first, and it was hot to see him wearing just a black jockstrap, black knee pads, and a pair of black leather boots. However, before he got started I decided to kink up his outfit a bit more, fishing out the wide padded leather collar and wrist cuffs I had bought after taking inspiration from Omar’s collection. I could see Hugh getting even harder in his jock as I tightened the collar round his neck, and he practically devoured my cock immediately after. He showed no hesitation at deep-throating a poz cock, and I had to pry him off me when I felt like I was about to blow. As I panted to calm myself down, I looked at him kneeling on the floor licking his lips, realising just how hot this night was going to be even if there was no breeding happening. I sent Hugh off to see his next housemate, before throwing on some loose jogging bottoms and a hoodie. I went downstairs and out into the garden for a smoke, stopping en route to get a bottle of beer from the fridge. It wasn’t long before Bailey joined me out there, followed by Tony and Sam, all needing a breather after being taken close to orgasm by Hugh’s talents. We chatted as we smoked and drank, before deciding to go back inside to get ready in the bathroom for the main event. When we passed by Tom’s room the door was wide open, and we all paused in turn to briefly watch Hugh alternating between Tom and Marcus while Leroy looked on. Eventually the four of them joined us in the bathroom, and we formed a circle around Hugh. He randomly chose guys to lean over and suck for a few seconds at a time, a big grin on his face throughout, and soon we were all getting very close again. Hugh stopped his administrations and knelt in the middle of the circle with his hands behind his back and his head up, and we all masturbated ourselves to the brink. Bailey was first to go, shooting his poz load onto Hugh’s face, and everyone else followed very soon after. Hugh licked any cum that landed near his mouth and swallowed it, and then when we were all done he used his hands to collect all the toxic loads he could reach to bring to his lips and slurp. Leroy, who had not joined in with dousing his possibly-boyfriend stepped forward and squatted down to scoop a line of Sam’s cum running down Hugh’s back, before reaching around and allowing the star of the bukkake session to lick it off his fingers. Everyone perched on the toilet, against the side of the bath or against the sink to recover from the orgasms, while Hugh just knelt in position grinning. He continued to run his fingers round his body to scoop up any remaining drops, before eventually settling down and relaxing. No-one said anything, just exchanging smiles with Hugh as he looked around, but then Leroy stepped forward towards him. He held out his erect cock, and Hugh pushed himself up to begin sucking it. He only did so for a couple of minutes before Leroy pulled back and then turned around. He leant forward a little, and Hugh planted his face between Leroy’s buttcheeks and began to rim him. Leroy’s back arched more and more as this went on, before he stood up straight and walked forward a couple of steps. He bent over towards the sink, and I stepped aside so he had enough room to lean on it properly. Hugh then pulled a sachet of lube out of his boot, stood up, pulled his cock out, and got himself ready. He then stepped forward, pressed his cock into Leroy, and slid in. For the first time ever, Leroy was bottoming in front of the rest of us, and I could tell he was both nervous and incredibly aroused. We gathered round and watched the fuck, no-one saying anything as all just enjoyed seeing our housemate show us this relatively new side of himself. Hugh was so turned on by his bukkake session that he did not last very long, accelerating quickly to a fast pace before slamming in and breeding Leroy. He remained buried as he slowly got his breath back, and then pulled out. “Aaron” Leroy said, looking down into the sink. “Yeah?” I replied. “Fuck me” he said. “Please.” I looked over at Hugh, who was staring at Leroy with wide eyes. He then met my gaze, and after a moment his face relaxed and he just slightly nodded. I took that as my cue, and picked up a bottle of lube we kept on the sink. He applied some to my now fully re-hardened cock, and then moved round behind Leroy. I put the head of my cock against his hole, and then held it there. After a few seconds, Leroy arched his back a little and pushed back. He clearly wanted it, so I began to properly push into him. Once fully buried I held still again for a few moments, and then slowly began to pull back and press in. I took my time building up a faster rhythm, with Leroy getting more and more into it throughout to the point where he was rocking his own body to meet my inward thrusts. “You like that?” I said. “Yeah” he panted. “You like me fucking you?” I asked. “Fuck yeah” he replied. “You want all of us to fuck you?” “Yeah!” he yelled. “You want us to come inside you?” I asked, still thrusting away. “Breed me!” he panted. “You want our loads in you?” I asked. “Yes” he growled. I decided it was time to up the ante on the verbal. “You want all of our poz loads in your neg hole, don’t you?” “Fuck yeah” he panted. “You want us to make you poz like us” I said. “Yeah” he growled. “Fucking poz me!” “Oh, we’ll poz you” I said. “I knew you wanted this.” “Fuck yeah” he panted. “Fucking wanted it since I found out about you.” “You wanna be a poz cumdump like me” I stated. “Fuck yeah!” he yelled. “You want to just be a hole for any man to shoot his load in, no questions asked” I said. “Oh fuck yeah” he whined. “I’m a fucking cumdump.” “Good lad” I said. I then accelerated to my fastest pace, and he whimpered and groaned throughout, begging me to shoot my toxic load into him. The situation was so hot that it did not take me long to do just that, and as I slammed into him and began to give him his first poz load, I could not help but groan loudly as he milked my cock as best he could with his anal muscles. He was desperate for that load, and I did not withdraw until every last drop had been squeezed out of me. Leroy was only empty for a few seconds though, as Bailey stepped up in my place and slammed into him, relying solely on the two loads in there already for lube. I watched them fuck for a minute or two, and then turned round to see what else was going on. Tom was sitting on the toilet lid with Marcus on his lap, gently rocking on his cock in a way that made it clear they were just keeping themselves warmed up. Sam had moved over next to Bailey to signal he was taking the next turn in Leroy, but my attention was caught by Tony and Hugh. They were standing in the bathtub, with Hugh bent over propping himself up against the wall. Tony was pressed up against his backside moving up and down, but I could see the tip of his cock poking up and down as he did so meaning he was just rubbing his shaft up and down Hugh’s crack. I decided to go over and join them, climbing into the tub and positioning myself in front of Hugh. He leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth, starting to clean it off. “You like having that cock rubbing your crack?” I asked him. “Mmmm-hmmm” he replied. “You like that raw cock rubbing against your hole?” “Yeah” he said around my cock. “You like feeling that poz cock touching your hole” I stated. “Yeah” Hugh panted, letting my cock drop from his mouth. “It feels so dangerous, doesn’t it?” I said. “I want it” he said. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want that cock” he panted. “Where do you want that cock?” I asked. “Inside me” he panted. “You want that raw poz cock inside your hole?” I asked. “Yes!” Hugh growled. “You want Tony to push his cock into you, fuck you, and blow his potent toxic load inside your neg hole?” I asked, making it all sound like hot verbal but also really pressing Hugh to make sure he knew what he was asking. “Oh fuck” Hugh whined. “I want it so bad.” “You want to get pozzed?” I asked, looking up at Tony. “Yes!” Hugh yelled. “There’s no going back” Tony said. “Just fuck me!” Hugh yelled, looking up at me. Tony, of course, obliged, and just a minute later the bathroom was filled with the sounds of both Hugh and Leroy being fucked by poz cocks, thighs slapping buttocks while the two neg men panted, groaned and begged. Never once did either of them show the slightest hint of concern or regret, even after each of them came from the feeling of being fucked. We went to town on them both, all of us breeding each of them at least once. Hugh was moved to be bent over next to Leroy, leaving the bathtub free for showers to be taken by the tops after we had drained ourselves dry, though at the end of the bathroom session Leroy and Hugh were positioned face to face in the tub with Tom and Marcus fucking them, the shower on throughout so they also got cleaned off during the final breeding. Leroy slept with Tom and Marcus that night, while Hugh went off with Tony and Sam. Bailey and I cuddled up in my bed, but throughout the night were woken a couple of times by the sounds of more fucking happening. In the morning we went to the other bedrooms and retrieved Leroy and Hugh, bringing them back to my room so we could also have a bit of time fucking them both. Then, throughout most of Sunday, the two of them were fucked plenty more throughout the house by all of us, as we otherwise relaxed, made an epic brunch, and even occasionally did some work. Eventually we wound it all down as it got more likely that Sean or Josh would come home, making sure to get the main bathroom properly cleaned after the cum-filled antics that had taken place in there the night before. At opportune moments for the next few days, Leroy and Hugh would get fucked by whoever was around, their enthusiasm never wavering. I even talked to Hugh about it as he lay on my bed, another of my toxic loads freshly planted in his hole. “You know, I didn’t think you’d be up for all this so quickly” I said. “I mean, I thought Leroy was probably going to do what he did because he was so fixated on us and our status, but when we talked the other day in the garden I honestly thought you’d be a long way off doing this, if you ever even did.” “Yeah” Hugh said. “I didn’t plan it, but you know, swallowing all your loads flipped a switch in me or something.” “Really?” I asked. “Yeah” he said. “Actually, I think it was maybe even when I sucked your cock right at the start of the other night. My hole was twitching and I just wanted you to fuck me. Then when I was licking up all those loads, it was like it wasn’t enough or something. I knew what was in them, and I wanted more. Seeing Lee taking your cock made me so fucking envious, and Tony rubbing his on my hole made me just want it.” “You don’t worry you’re going to regret it?” I asked. “I mean, you didn’t think about it for very long before you started taking our poz loads.” “No regrets” he said, smiling at me. “Truth is, when you asked me if I see myself with a girlfriend or boyfriend, I don’t actually see myself with either. I just kind of want to fuck and be fucked, and I love cum. This way I can just be free, you know?” I smiled at him, and then moved over to lick the remnants or my load oozing out of his hole. I was soon hard enough to push back in, and gave him another poz breeding. Throughout he gently whispered how much he wanted me to be the one to infect him, and deep down I found myself wanting that too. Leroy got sick first, but Hugh was only a day later. We all looked after them, even Sean and Josh despite them not knowing what was actually going on. Then Bailey, Tony and I took them both to a clinic when they were better to confirm the result, before joining the others in a bar in town for some drinks. Leroy was a bit quiet, but I took him aside for a chat and found he was genuinely happy and turned on. So turned on, in fact, that we ended up in a toilet cubicle so he could breed his first poz load into me in about three minutes flat. Over the next few days he was a man on a mission, fucking and breeding all of us several times, whereas Hugh seemed to be more into focusing his own horniness on having us use him some more. We were all happy to comply. Things settled down after that, and although the house was back to a bit more bed-hopping, Leroy and Hugh did seem to be mostly sleeping together. That just left Sean and Josh, and while it was easier to have group fun now that there were only two guys who needed to be out of the picture, we all eventually realised that we would have to talk to them. Not least because Hugh had booked in to start getting a biohazard tramp stamp, fully confirming that he intended to take over from me as the house cumdump, while Leroy had shown us the elaborate design he was now saving for that was clearly inspired by Tom’s ink. There wasn’t going to be any hiding what was happening, so we hatched a plan for taking to the other two, and then just waited for the day to come. However, you know what they say about the best laid plans… To be continued

Let’s hope it’s not a woman!

I've worked with kids all my life and I guarantee that for every 12-year-old who's already sucking dicks there are fifty 12-yrs-old who still think like children (i.e sex does not exist). So keep it at 18. I guarantee that underage-ready-for-sex will find a way.

My collection (along with my hole) keeps growing.

So, I've been sucking and getting fucking by my black top for 4 years now. At first he would say thank you, or simulator things like that. I guess he like my self grown-up in the days we thanked people who did things for us. However I feel privileged to serve his BBC. And asked him not to thank me, that I am his bottom for his pleasures. That it's not my right to his cock, but his right to have his cock serviced by me. Finally I got him to understand, I thank him each time I serve him. And I know I have no rights to his cum. It's his choice where it goes. And I am thankful for the honor serving him. And thank him whenever he deposit his cum where it belongs in my mouth and ass. Anyone else feel that way about their tops?

So I have a 6.5 cut cock. No complaints from me or others. A few days ago I hooked up with an out of town fwb. When he visits we always play. If you've read my posts you know I love getting my cock sucked and feeding cocksuckers. With this guy I am definitely a bottom who loves to get fucked. He has a cut 8.5 inch cock - that might have something to do with it 🙂. Do fucking hard and straight as well. So we're playing and I'm sucking his cock - he was really focused on getting into my ass - another win for me - so I let him mount me and he goes at it for about 35 minutes. Just fucking away with a big smile and lots of dirty talk. He breeds my ass and pulls out. He's hard again in about 10 and starts fucking me again - talking about making a creampie in my ass. So he breeds my hole again and pulls out of an even creamier hole. We were were talking and I asked him if he preferred cumming down a throat or up the ass. He said he prefers to breed bottoms because once he gets his 8.5 inch cock in a bottom he finds it easier to go balls deep, thrust harder, stay in deep and just have more control over enjoying a hole. He told me that he like getting blowjobs but there are very few guys that can his. Big cock. I admit I am not able to take a cock bigger than 6 inches comfortably. I can see his point - I love seeing my entire cock disappear to own a throat. My hung friend can't do that all the time so I guess it makes sense to shove it up a bottom's willing hole. So... Any thoughts from anyone? I would love to hear what you guys with bigger cocks think about this. Thanks.

Sure, ok. But what if he finds you attractive? What if you find him attractive? What if every day you saw a guy on your train you found particularly "your cup of tea". But you didn't know how to approach him as he seemed to put out a "stay away" vibe on the train? What might you try to get to know him?

I'm going to go against the grain here and offer this other option -it could have been someone else parking in the same lot who has seen you before and thought he would take a shot. They left their phone number so the ball's in your court. Yes, it could be scary, but it sounds to me like it's just another form of cruising. The note didn't sound threatening -just an offer for a blowjob.

Im hosting a cumdump session in Greensboro this Saturday. Staying at the Howard Johnson near the Coliseum. No load refused & available after 6pm until checkout the next morning. 32, Chub, Submissive, Neg Message on here or Kik grizzlyadams92

I had secretly fantasized about getting charged up. I'm a bareback bottom , love to get fucked, and having a guy breed my hole. The idea of having a hot guy fuck me and blow his dirty seed in all in my ass had inspired many spank marathons. I'm sure that I have taken a poz load before not knowing the status of whoever was fucking me or really even caring for that matter. I had never knowingly let a guy that was pozfuck me. One night I was cruising all the slut sites looking for other bareback guys to play with when this really hot guy messaged me. He said that he had read in my profile that I liked to go bare and that I was a btm. He told me that he was looking for a hole to use for the evening. That got my attention I had never been submissive and must admit it had been another fantasy of mine to completely give up control. He asked me if I was into pnp and I told him that I do party sometimes. We chatted a little while with the standard Q&A, u know how big, what position, where to cum. Then I asked poz/neg? He responded with poz. I told him that I was neg. To which he responded "u want to get a charged load n u tonight?" I was shocked and very turned on, I asked him if he fucked neg guys bareback. He told me he did all the time and that he even hosted several conversion partys. I wasn't familiar with the term, he explained that a conversion party was were a group of poz tops get together and breed a neg guy. The sole reason purpose was to spread dirty seed, and infect the neg btm. Before I could answer he asked me if I liked to pnp. I told him that I did, but I didn't have any party supplies. He said that if I wanted I could come over to his place and get ass fucked and get high. He asked me if I had ever slammed, I told him that I had been slammed before but I was terrified of needles. "I'm very good at slamming others" he returned. Should I go? The thought of getting slammed and pounded was so tempting but was I ready to take that step towards becoming poz? "I might ass well" I responded. He gave me directions and I was on my way. When I got to his house we sat and talked a while. He told me that he was going to enjoy planting his dirty seed in me, then asked me if I liked groups. I told him yes and he said good that he would get us slammed then have a few of his top buddies stop by and load my ass. He told me that I was going be a cum dump for him and his friends. I asked him if the guys were poz or neg he told me that they were poz. This made my dick begin to grow. He got the slam ready and did me first. When he released the belt on my arm I could feel the rush hit me instantly. Then came the cough. It was very strong. He did himself and sat down on the bed next to me. I started sucking his dick while I was taking off my clothes. He stood up bent me over the side of the bed, lubed my hole up with some elbow grease that was laying on the bed, and shoved his dick all the way in. Normally this would have brought tears to my eyes and a fist to his face, but it didn't even really hurt, I guess I was so high that I couldn't feel it. It wasn't long before he started to pound really hard and said he was about to cum. He stopped and pulled out and made me tell him that I wanted his seed. Which I told him. He managed to get his dick back inside me, and with a few hard thrust he unloaded in my hole. He walked out of the room and told me to stay put. When he returned he had a collar and some restraints, which he fastened on my wrist, ankles, and neck. Then I followed him into another room, it was a play room, with a sling, TV playing porn, fuck bench, some toys and lube and a computer set up with a web cam. He helped me into the sling and hooked the restraints to the chain supports. Then started to cruise the sex sites for tops to come and try out my hole. In no time 15 or 20 mins. there were three guys in line to blow their load in tight hole, and five more on the way. I realized that I had just came to this guy's house let him drop a charged load n me and now was going to be a cum dump for whoever accepted his invitation, and I hadn't even gotten my benefactor's name. He walked over to the sling and let me know that the web cam was on and I was going to be used all weekend. There must have been ten or more guys that had charged my ass with dirty seed before the slam started to fade away. He could tell that I was beginning to come down and he mixed up a booty bump and told me to get on the floor face down with my ass in the air, as he unlocked the restraints. Once I was on the floor he inserted the booty bump and told me to squeeze my ass tight so that the booty bump and all the spunk wouldn't drip out. As I started to feel my stomach cramp up from the booty bump he dressed me and told me that we were going to the baths and that I was going to take all loads. He rented one of the sling rooms and told me to get into the sling as he mixed up another booty bump. I secured the restraints myself, all but one arm. He came over secured the last arm and started to insert another booty bump. I told him that I was okay for now. To this he responded by placing a ball gag n my mouth and continued with my booty bump. It had only been about twenty minutes since the last one. Now I was so high that I couldn't focus or see straight. He began to fuck me again, telling my how sloppy my hole was and that when he had fucked me the first time that he had ripped me. He said that he knew because when he pulled out there was blood all over his dick. He said that was a good thing, it would make it easier to ensure that my neg status was gone for good. Then he told me that he had used a .4 needle for my slam and that when he slammed me, there was still a good bit of his poison blood in it, and now it was running thru my veins. He must have been fucking me for at least an hour, not that I was complaining. My ass was so hungry from the booty bumps that the only thing I could think about was getting more dick. He shot another death load in me then opened the door and walked away. It was a few mins before the first guy walked in and began to get his dick hard so that he could fuck me. He was a much older man probably 55 or 60 but he had a huge cock. He came after about five mins of fucking, wiped his dick off and left. I didn't realize that there was a group of four guys waiting, they took turns one after the other all loading my eager ass. A while later my friend returned, closed the door and mixed up a huge booty bump. He squeezed it into my hole and for good measure he pushed a large rock of meth up my ass with his finger. He massaged it until it was completely dissolved. Then he removed the ball gag and asked me how I was doing. I was so high I couldn't hardly answer but I managed to say that I was feeling a little dizzy and hot. He gave me a bottle of water and told me to drink it all as he unlocked the restraints. I drank the water and instantly began to feel better. He said that he had to leave to do something but that he would be back. Then he told me that he had left a message on the all the dry erase boards saying there was a "eager ass in the sling room taking all loads POZ IS A PLUS" as he left. I knew that I should probably get up and leave but the meth was starting to take effect. So I waited. It wasn't long before a line began to form, I eagerly took every load that was offered. I'm not sure how long I was there in the sling room or how many guys filled my hole with their juice. When I finally started to come down from the meth climbed out of the sling, put on my clothes, and left the bath house. I felt so trashy when I walked into the day light, like everyone knew what I had just done. Not to mention that there was a wet place on the ass of my jeans where some of the spunk had slipped out of my now opened hole. It has been a few months since that happened so I'm not sure what my status is but I did feel like I had the flu about 2 or 3 weeks after it happened. [For the record - be really careful about drug use guys. Drug use can definitely kill you and while a few can manage their drug use, many others can't and you never know which camp you'll be in... Plus, real sluts don't need drugs to be slutty...]

I know a man who said they regularly topped Austin Wolf, and didn't realize that this muscle guy he was fucking was "the" Austin Wolf was until later.

One of my favorite places was a field of long grass on a warm day. I had my jeans pulled down and the polish builder I was meeting inside me as we spooned. It was spontaneous and very sexy, and he lasted a long time. I also had a very sexy time topping a Spanish hairy guy in the back of my open truck parked somewhere private and looking up at the night sky. We started out kissing in the seats, but we wanted more and ended up in the back of the truck on some old dog blankets. I was only planning to drive him home, but sometimes things happen. For total fantasy I think somewhere in space with no gravity would be great. Floating around only feeling each other, no weight to bother us so we just relax in any positions we like. Would be a lot of fun to shoot a load out there too. But I want to go in to space anyway so maybe I'm cheating and making two wishes in to one. Well, if anyone wants to start a space mission to shoot some sexy men in to space, sign me up.

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A work in progress to be able to take a fist. Currently taking a belladonna fist easily and working on a nice horse.

So, unfortunately the previous version of this story had some elements I was unaware were not allowed on the site. I'm going to go ahead and repost here and hope that those previous comments are able to be recovered or people are willing to repost what their choice was. I'm still trying to get in contact with moderators to do this, but in the mean time, I'll go ahead and repost the new corrected version. Due to this, I'll be posting a double feature of the top two story ideas at the end to make up for my mistake on this as an apology to all of you. I hope all you understand and forgive me on this error and enjoy the stories. --------------------------------------------------------------- Story 1- Fellow Hunters on the Prowl “30 bucks kid,” the bald man at the window said, looking up from his book as Tristan stepped up to it. Silently, he slid the money across the counter and under the scratched up plexiglass partition of the seedy bathhouse. Looking over at the bowl of condoms, the man grabbed the money, putting it into the dingy looking cash register. “Feel free to help yourself,” the bald man said, barely making eye contact as he picked back up the book, “Guys here tend to be pretty toxic. Better watch out or they’ll eat you alive.” A threadbare towel and grungy key on a chain were passed through, which Tristan quickly grabbed. Ignoring the bowl, he waited for the man to hit the buzzer so he could enter. At 20, Tristan knew he was a hot piece of ass, in fact, he was counting on it. Shoulder length blonde hair, clean shaven, pouty lips and sparkling blue eyes, he’d been told plenty of times he looked like a model. “I’m good, gonna let me in or not?” Tristan asked, annoyed, ready to get inside and enjoy his night. With a sigh, the man reached under the counter, pressing the buzzer and letting Tristan in. It had started 2 years ago, shortly after his 18th birthday when his brother’s college friend drunkenly entered his bedroom late one night, the two having previously hit up multiple bars in a pub crawl. Tristan had known he was gay for years, and through a random set of circumstances, he would finally get to feel another man use his body, much like the countless pornos Tristan had shot his load to. He’d enjoyed every minute, feeling the hot tongue moving around in his mouth, the rough pulling down of his boxer as the older boy had spit on his hand and slathered up his hole. No mentions of condoms had ever been made, and through the night his brother’s friend had fucked his ass hard, depositing several loads before sneaking back out of his room. Anxiety and guilt racked Tristan for a week before he came down with a random virus. Expecting the worst, he went to the free clinic and got tested, surprisingly enough everything came back clean. At first he had been happy at the news, but as the weeks went on, and after several unfulfilling hookups, he felt like something was missing. On a whim, he decided to look up on the internet if other people felt this way as well. It was there he found the twisted stories online of people willingly going bareback and getting infected with HIV. Countless stories of men getting infected caused him to want the same, and on his 19th birthday, he’d made a decision. Every month, he’d go out and willing let anyone and everyone have a turn in his hole. The last few times had proven a bust, leaving that proverbial itch still unscratched. Frustrated at his lack of success, he’d decided to do his research and finally decided on the dingy bathhouse he was currently in. Rumors on the internet said that it was a breeding ground for all sorts of bugs, with one guy saying he’d been unlucky enough to get multiple diseases in one go. Reading that had made Tristan shoot a huge load, and he’d decided that his decision had been made. The door slammed shut, its lock clicking in place as Tristan looked around. Clearly the place had seen better days, as the shabby carpet on the ground had dark stains on the ground, and the air had slightly smoky aspect. As he walked, he could hear a few muffled moans and the slapping of skin on skin, the thin walls barely masking anything. Finally, he reached the lockers, looking at the number on the key under the buzzing florescent lights. Finding the matching locker,, he quickly stripped naked, making sure to adjust the bottle of poppers hanging on a chain around his neck, pressing down on the spring-loaded stopper and putting each tip to his nose, sniffing deeply a few times. The buzz of the poppers quickly reached his head, giving him a pleasant flush feeling. He then tucked the poor excuse of a towel around his slender hips and began to walk around. He made a quick loop around, catching the attention of the few men there. Tristan mentally reassured himself, the night was still young, and there would likely be more men later. He finally decided on the steam room, sitting down and relaxing in the hot humid room, feeling himself instant break out in a sweat. He leaned back and spread his legs, looking around the room. A tall skinnier man with copious body hair sat in the corner, leaning his head back with his legs spread and eyes closed. Another man quickly entered, heavier set with a large, grey bushy beard and multiple tattoos across his body. The only description that came to mind was “bear” in Tristan’s mind. Boldly, the bear took a seat next to Tristan, occasionally adjusting himself under the too small towel for his larger frame. Tristan sat patiently, slowly rubbing a hand negligently across his chest and down his trim, muscled stomach. He’d told himself that he would take any and all advances tonight, but it had to be from guys who made the first move. Cautiously, the bear finally let his thigh rest against Tristan’s. Noticing he hadn’t moved away, the older man took it as an open invitation and grabbed Tristan’s hand, lifting the towel up and setting it on a rather decent sized 7 inch dick, more on the girthy side. Slowly, Tristan began to stroke it, enjoying the feeling of the foreskin moving back and forth as it hardened. He felt as the bear slowly lifted my towel up as well, feeling my much longer but thinner 8.5 inch dick. “Packing some heat there boy,” he said, slowly giving it a few tugs, firmly moved his hand away, as I continued to work his. “Only interested in getting fucked,” Tristan said firmly, giving his cock a firm squeeze, “Want to breed me?” “Fuck yeah,” the man said, living the back of my towel and looking at my ass. Slowly the younger man stood up and shuffled over, letting him put his hands on the trim waist and guided him down onto his waiting dick, now throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Grabbing the bottle of poppers, he took a few hits before letting his weight down on the man’s lap, enjoying the feeling of being stretched out, thankful to have pre lubricated before hand. The bear quickly pulled his ass down hard, fully sheathing his cock inside Tristan’s guts in one firm motion. He let out a deep groan, enjoying the feeling as man slowly lifted him back up and off his dick, slowly setting up a steady pace to the fucking. “You neg, boy,” he asked, slightly out of breath as he firmly worked Tristan up and down on his cock like a toy. “Yeah man, how about you,” the younger man groaned, enjoying the hard pounding he was giving him as he continued, “No loads refused here.” “No clue,” he replied, his meaty and now sweaty hands gripping tightly, “Part of the fun of coming to a bathhouse, ain’t it? Getting fuckin’ close bro. Been taking all loads myself though, so who knows.” “Fuck yeah, give it to me,” Tristen moaned, ready for what would be the first of many unknown loads of the night. “Here it comes,” the man growled as he began to unload deep inside Tristan, finally pulling him down hard onto his lap to plant it even deeper. “Yeah… breed the cunt,” the man across from them now watched them with anticipation and he slowly jerked his long thin cock, the piercing on the tip glinting in the dim light of the steam room, “Mind if I have a turn?” Tristan nodded, smiling as he slowly picked himself up off the bear’s cock. “Thanks for the load, man,” Tristan said, watching as the bear slowly wiped the remains of his load off the tip of his dick. The man gave a slightly pained nod, the tip still sensitive. Quickly, Tristan walked across the small space, quickly letting the new man position his dick into place and pulling Tristan down on it. “Fuck yeah, love sloppy seconds,” the new man said, as the bear slowly got up and stood in front of Tristan. Reaching down, the bear’s meaty thumb pulled down Tristan’s bottom lip as he aimed the head of his cock at his face. Opening his mouth, Tristan felt as the bear began to piss in it. Not missing a beat, he leaned forward and clamped his mouth down, greedily gulping down the strong, hot, bitter and salty liquid. “Fuck yeah, you’re a nasty pig, aren't you,” the skinny man fucking his ass said, fucking his ass with gusto at the perverted sight. “Yeah man, gulp down that hot smoker man piss,” the bear said, as he let his bladder loose, watching as Tristan slowly began to struggle gulping the massive amount down. Finally the stream slowed down to barely a trickle, and the bear pulled out, shaking the remainder on Tristan’s face. “Fuck, can’t wait to tell everyone about you, pig,” he said, grabbing his towel and emptying the room. “Fuck yeah man, hot watching you gulp down that piss while I fuck you,” the skinny man said, pushing Tristan forward and getting into a standing position. The man then bent him over, taking long hard strokes. “You seriously taking any loads man,” he asked, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of Tristan’s hips. “Yeah man. Why, you got something special for me,” he countered, enjoying the fuck and the feeling of his stomach being bloated on piss. “Poz load brewing in these nuts here,” the man said, his legs shaking at the strain of fucking so hard, “Unmedicated and highly toxic.” “Oh fuck yes,” Tristen moaned, “I want that fucking load in my guts, sir.” The man nodded, silently fucking him until he suddenly let out a gasp, letting his cock freely spew its venom deep in Tristan’s guts. They stood there in silence, both breathing hard before the otter pulled out, sitting back on the tiled seat and grabbing a towel, rubbing it on his face. “You definitely are looking to get knocked up,” the man said, tossing the towel at Tristan, “I’m Brent, by the way.” “Tristan, and yeah, been wanting to get pozzed for too long,” he replied, sitting beside him catching his breath. “Fuck yeah man, love getting with a fellow chaser,” Brent replied, grinning at Tristan, “Want some help tonight? Never seen you around here before, and I know all the really toxic guys.” “Hell yeah, I want to walk out of here with everything I can,” Tristan said, grinning back. “Come with me,” Brent said, getting back up and grabbing Tristan’s hand, “I got a room. I’ll find you all the bugs you can get.” Smiling, Tristan grabbed his discarded towel and followed, ready for the night ahead. ——— Laying down ass up on the dirty mattress in the room, Tristan laid there and began to slowly work his fingers into the loose, slimy mess slowly seeping out of his hole. Bringing his fingers to his lips, he stick the fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and enjoying the taste of his ass mixed with the two loads. Quickly enough, Brent returned with a bald, skinny man, his skin sagging slightly, giving him a mostly wasted look. “He’s wanting the dirtiest loads we can give him,” Brent explained, as he got on the bed and spread his legs, giving access to his cock and balls. Tristan greedily began to suck the cock, feeling as the man wordlessly entered his ass. The skinny body draped over him, the man’s hips digging into his firm round ass as the man slammed hard inside him, letting out a shaky moan as he got closer and closer. “Tell Tristan here what’s going inside him,” Brent said, suddenly grabbing a pack of cigarettes and lighting up, blowing a cloud of smoke in Tristan’s face. “Got myself a massive viral load,” the older guy said, his voice rattling with phlegm as he spoke, “Lab said it was in the millions. Doc said I’ll need to go on meds soon. Been so fucking sick lately and finally felt good enough to come tonight. Glad I did. Rare fucking treat getting to shoot my demon seed in a hot neg hole.” Tristan groaned around Brent’s cock, the sickly man groaning as he began to shoot inside him. It took all of his willpower not to shoot with him as he imagined the deathly ill man’s seed soaking into his guts, the virus quickly taking root and spreading like wildfire in his veins. The man’s hips slowly stopped twitching, and he pulled his cock out with a plop, the tainted cum drooling down Tristan’s balls. “That’s for taking my load, hope you get what your looking for,” the man said, wiping his dick along Tristan’s ass before getting back up and walking out without another word. Pulling is cock out of Tristan’s mouth, Brent looked down at him and smiled, blew more smoke in his face. “How was that, fucker?” he said, watching as Tristan pulled out one of the cigarettes from his pack and lighting up, rolling over onto his back. Normally, he only smoked when he was out drinking with friends, but after the amazing fuck he’d just had, he decided now was a good time as any for one. “Fuck yeah,” Tristan groaned, watching the smoke escape from his lungs, “This is what I’ve been needing. So fucking hot knowing that any load I get here tonight could be the one man.” “Trust me, I know,” Brent chuckled, his lips pursed as he blew out his smoke, “How long you been chasing, bro?” “Little over a year,” Tristan began to explain, playing with the smoke as he began to retell his journey to Brent, going into detail of each load he’d taken that he could remember. “Damn that’s hot,” Brent said, tossing the spent butt in the corner of the room, “Hearing all that makes me want to join in the fun. I’m gonna go find us both some more toxic loads. Feel free to help yourself to the pack.” ——— Several hours later, Brent and Tristan decided to call it quits, each losing count as load after load was shot into each of them. Eventually the number of guys dwindled down to nearly nothing, and the two decided to go back to the locker room for a quick shower before changing back into their clothes. In the shower, Brent found a large plug abandoned in the corner and showed it to Tristan, with only a brief nod, the two quickly worked the plug deep inside Tristan, locking the countless loads of tainted cum deep inside, quickly followed by Brent procuring one as well from his locker. After a quick exchange of phone numbers, the two separated, going in different directions into the weak morning light. ------------------------------------------------- Vote NOW: A) Purchased for a Night B) Keeping It In the Family C) Cottaging for Beginners D) Orders from the Boss Keep in mind the top two will be written for a double feature in about a week and a half at most, and anyone posting two choices will got with the first listed unless a tie occurs. Again, sorry for the issues on the first attempt at this story. It was my fault for not reading and noticing the rules more closely. Also, as always, I read every comment and will gladly consider any suggestions of something someone wants to see.

Wish I had some big pierced toxic cocks breaking me open rn my dms are open for any daddies as well as my TG @shabingus87

Someone with chest hair coming out the top of their shirt.