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Absolutely love this story have shot a couple of loads so far , looking forward to to hearing about how Maria got on with Andy too 

Great story looking forward to hearing about the rest of the group breeding his hole 

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On 4/1/2019 at 10:08 PM, shinelover said:

**Like I said, I'm only doing a couple more chapters so this one is quite longer than I intended, but it has the good

stuff that I wanted. Enjoy!**

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

That weekend Dan and I had scheduled our next fuck session, planning for a much longer play time this time around.

We’d had days of waiting, and now that he got his first taste of hot male butt, his dick was apparently constantly hard as

memories of being sunk in me played on a loop in his mind.

 

Good. That means he isn’t as upset about sharing me as I first thought.

 

I wasn’t sure if his neighbor would actually be there this weekend, but I arrived with that exciting thought in mind.

I’d never been treated like property before and it turned me the fuck on. The idea of getting passed back and forth

between these two guys was like one of my wet dreams come true! And I didn’t even know anything about this

neighbor, only that he apparently thought it was okay to blackmail his neighbor for a piece of ass.

 

That should have been disturbing to me, but it wasn’t. Again, it only turned me the fuck on.

 

When I arrived, Dan pulled me in the house quickly and slammed the door shut, but not in haste to get in me as I

thought. He was looking sort of frantic and concerned as he dragged me over into the living room.

 

“We don’t have much time ‘til he gets here,” he practically whispered to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing

this? I never imagined having you come over the other day would put you in this situation. I don’t know how I’d

handle the wife finding out, but you shouldn’t feel responsible. I can’t let you do this.”

 

His concern really was sweet, but he obviously had no clue about the world of greedy sex pigs. Okay, so I had the

greedy part down, but I was new to being a sex pig. For most of my adult like, I’ve been more reserved. Recently I

just started to ask myself, “What for?”. Like, who am I saving myself for? I’ve always had the urge to get used by a

lot of men, but always fought it.

 

Not anymore.

 

I took his face in my hands to get him to focus on me as I told him, “Dan, relax. I can handle it. You might think that

a lot of the stuff you’ve seen online is just acting, but I can assure you that there are plenty of us who will happily take

loads from whoever is offering. This neighbor of yours is just a bonus, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

 

Little did I know . . .

 

Seconds later a loud pounding came from the front door and Dan looked stricken again as he went to answer it. He

returned to the living room with a man who was taller than his six feet by about three inches, but where Dan is getting

on the thicker side, this guy was rail thin.

 

The pronounced bulge in his pants captured my attention and made me forget to give him a closer look. My mouth

was watering and my hole was already yawning open all on it’s own.

 

Dan looked resigned as he quietly said, “Chris, this is my neighbor, Steve. Steve-”

 

“Pig,” Steve interrupted, like he spat the word out. “I think I’ll call you pig,” he said, his tone ominous and predatory

as he glared into my eyes.

 

I’d never seen such intensity before. It wasn’t passion. It was something else, something almost sinister. It made me

both uncomfortable and horny at the same time. I’d always been drawn to men who looked sort of mean or hard or

dangerous (though I never acted on it), and that’s what was radiating off of Steve.

 

I could tell that Steve was going to be the Alpha in this situation as Dan was still sort of cowering, looking like he

wanted to be anywhere but here. However, Steve wasn’t going to let that happen.

 

“Dan, why don’t you take first crack at that ass while the pig gets me hard and wet. My dick is a lot bigger than yours,

so I’d like a load in there before I destroy his hole,” Steve said, sounding oddly playful.

 

As if it wasn’t obvious that Dan was anxious about this entire situation, I had to work to get him hard enough to fuck

me. This should have been turning him on more, not less. Either way, I got him hard while sucking him, as Steve stripped

out of his shorts.  Once Dan got his cock head in my warm hole, his nerves seemed to vanish.

 

What man could possibly concentrate on worries when their dick is buried deep in a hungry hole?

 

Dan held my hips and pumped away at my ass using a steady pace, while I was bent forward and working Steve’s

mammoth cock. It was the hugest slab of man meat I’ve ever seen. Thick as my forearm and probably as long, too.

 

He wasn’t kidding about destroying my hole. I should have been scared, but something told me this man was going

to give me the fuck of a lifetime.

 

Steve’s precum was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. It had a perfect balance of sweet and salty that made

me sort of hope that he would cum in my mouth so I could swish a good mouthful of his seed around my taste buds.

 

But I really wanted to feel Steve in my ass.

 

I have to admit that I’m a bit ashamed. I was so consumed with my thoughts of what Steve was doing to do to me

that I wasn’t giving my all to Dan. I was just a hole standing in front of him that he was pumping away.

 

From his soft grunts I guess he was enjoying it anyway, but I know that I could have put much more enthusiasm into

that fuck. But something about Steve had me almost hypnotized.

 

Moments later Dan grunted, “Ready for my load?”

 

I yanked my head back off of Steve’s cock and yelled, “Fuck yes! Breed me!” before going back to sucking Steve.

 

It only took about five more thrusts before Dan buried himself balls deep in me and I felt his cock twitching as he

unloaded his seed in me. Fuck, that feeling never gets old.

 

And now that he was finishing, I was eager to give Steve a try. I knew that even with Dan’s load coating my ass walls,

it was going to be a very tight fit getting Steve’s huge dick up my ass. But I have always loved feeling stretched

beyond my capacity, so I knew I would be getting some delicious pain/pleasure soon.

 

Little did I know . . .

 

Once Dan had extracted his softening cock from my now-sloppy hole, I stood and stretched out my back. My eyes

were still practically glued to Steve’s enormous dick and I wondered how I would ever fit that in me.

 

I’ve seen videos about fisting before, and I imagine taking him in you would be like that. But I’ve never even come

close to trying to get fisted. How the hell am I going to manage it?

 

And yet there was still a pull, a need in me. Now that I’d seen his cock, I just couldn’t turn him away. I had to have him.

More like him having me, really. I didn’t think I had much say in the matter anymore.

 

Steve stood back and leered at me while he slowly stroked his cock -that hung practically down to his knees! Not quite,

but it was damn close. Now I was feeling more frightening than horny. There really is no way I can take him.

 

As panic was starting to grip me, Steve released his cock and reached out to grab me by the throat. Not enough to cut

off my air entirely, but it was a firm grip that told me to pay attention. “There’s no going back, pig. We’ve got an

arrangement.”

 

He glanced from me to Dan and then back to me before he said, “Let’s go over to my place. I’ve got a better set-up

and . . .” he paused to glance around the immaculate living room, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess in here. And trust

me, things are going to get messy.”

 

Steve turned at the doorway of the living room and said, “Grab your shit,” before heading down the hallway away from

the front door. I scrambled to gather my clothing but didn’t take the time to actually redress, while I heard Dan pulling

his clothes back on and follow behind me.

 

As I headed down the hall in the direction Steve went, I realized that he wanted us to cut through the back yard into his

yard, so I didn’t worry that I was completely nude.

 

“Are you sure about this?” Dan asked in a loud whisper.

 

We were at the back door when I looked back at him. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble for you. And, anyway, he

seems pretty determined. I’ll just go along with it. If I really don’t feel comfortable, I’ll get out of there. Besides, what’s

he going to do? It’s his word against yours,” I told him before rushing through the yard, through the adjoining gate,

and through Steve’s open back door.

 

Steve waited for me just inside the open door. He’d removed his tee shirt, revealing his skinny body. I’ve always been

thin and hated when people called me skinny, but this guy was skinny. As in skin and bones.

 

He had a bunch of tattoos on his torso that I hadn’t seen with the shirt on. Some of them were kind of muddled

looking, while others stood out clearly. I assumed that they held some meaning to him. He must have been a scientist

because some of them looked like chemical symbols.

 

I heard Dan enter behind me and saw Steve’s posture stiffen. Looking up at his face, he was frowning, too. “You might

not want to stick around for this part,” he told him.

 

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Now I was getting scared, no doubt about it. What the fuck have I gotten

myself into? I thought I was just going to have a little extra fun, get an extra load, and head home a happy boy.

 

Now I didn’t know what to expect.

 

I looked at Dan who looked really worried for me. He gulped anxiously in that way that told me he was really worried

what he’d gotten us both into. Being a genuine guy, he probably felt like shit for getting me caught up in all of this.

 

His eyes darted around a little but finally met Steve’s. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll stick around to make sure

he’s ok.” His voice was a little uncertain, but he was clear that he was going to stick by my side, which went a little

to reassure me.

 

Steve scoffed and said, “Suit yourself. But stay the fuck out of my way. The pig is mine now.”

 

Well, his stern voice was night and day compared to Dan’s. Steve left no doubt that he was getting things done his

way.

 

Surprisingly, Steve held my hand as he walked me down a short hallway to a door that led to the basement. As he

took the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder why people always had their sex rooms in the basement.

 

Yes, there was something sexy about it. But when you were in a situation like the one I was currently, it was more

terrifying than sexy. Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head!

 

The twisted thing was that as I was having these thoughts, Steve was cackling to himself ahead of me. What the hell

was he laughing at? Or did I just say all of that out loud? Holy shit!

 

He didn’t say anything, though, until we were standing in the middle of the open concept play room. Dan had paused

at the bottom of the stairs, looking completely torn. It was sort of nice that he felt responsible for me, but there really

was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother to try and reassure him.

 

How could I reassure him when I was terrified myself?

 

“Leave your clothes in the bin over there,” Steve instructed, gesturing over to an empty basin on the floor next to the

stairs. “Then get that ass up on the fuck bench. You’ll be more comfortable there than if you were standing the entire

time.”

 

How nice of him to take that into consideration. Not! He was going to be stuffing that mammoth cock into my tight

hole -nothing about this was going to be comfortable!

 

I did as I was told, almost like I was in some kind of haze, or hypnotic suggestion. I could have easily just taken my

clothes and run back up the stairs. And yet, here I am, cock fully hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and my hole

feeling . . . dammit! My hole was aching to be stuffed FULL! There is no doubt that he will stuff me full.

 

I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the fuck bench, and surprised that I was comfortable this

way. There was no strain on my back or legs, and I could just relax. Hopefully I could relax enough to take him into

me without doing any permanent damage.

 

He didn’t waste any time either. As I was discarding my clothes and getting into position, he was walking around the

room, flipping switches, turning on lights and cameras and monitors playing bareback porn. I had no idea what he

planned to do with the cameras, well, obviously I did, but what would he do with the video? Sell it? Post it online?

 

Bloody Hell!

 

And by the time I was situated, he had everything right where he wanted it. And then he was on me. No preamble.

One second nothing, and the next I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling me wide open.

 

And then I felt his enormous cock head at my opening. Oh fuck, this is it. Relax, breathe, relax, clear everything else

away, I told myself in a desperate attempt to will my hole open so that I didn’t get ripped to shreds.

 

My mind closed nearly everything else away, except for Steve and my pig hole. I didn’t think about any other part of

my body, just my vulnerable opening and the massive meat dong that was insisting on entrance.

 

I could hear the sounds of raw sex filling the room from the sound system attached to the monitors displaying

breeder sex videos. That helped put my mind in the right place. I couldn’t see the monitors, but I could picture

assholes gaping open and swallowing cocks, swallowing their loads.

 

As I did so, my hole yawned open and I felt Steve begin to slide in.

 

“Shit, you are a fucking whore!” he laughed as he sunk into me. “Look at you taking that cock. I’m not even pushing

and your fucking pig hole is just eating me up. You want what I got, dontcha, pig?” he laughed sinisterly.

 

My hole might have yawned open and allow entrance, but that didn’t mean I was wide open and gaping. He made it

a couple of inches in and then stopped, allowing me to breathe and try to adjust. It was still quite a shock to my system.

 

Before I got back into that mindset, Steve slammed full length into me, balls deep in one hard thrust! I felt my entire

insides split apart from the sudden invasion and I howled in pain. That explains why play rooms are in basements -so

the neighbors can't hear! Normally if there’s some pain during a fuck, I just grin and bear it.

 

This wasn’t just pain, though. I felt like someone just rammed a telephone pole up my ass, I’d never been so full or

so violated. Violated, that’s a good word for what I was feeling.

 

And yet, the stupid thing is . . . somehow I was turned on during it all. I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me,

trapped between my stomach and the padded bench.

 

It’s almost like another aspect of my personality came out with extreme pain like this, a part that reveled in it. Because

apparently I was, as I suddenly found myself shoving back onto Steven’s hard monster cock.

 

“Look at you, fucking pig! Riding this cock even though I just busted you open good!” he snarled, so impressed and

amused by my behavior. “You can’t see it, pig, but you will when you watch the video. Your ass is lubing my big dick

up nice and slick with all of that blood.”

 

Blood? Hell! Bloody Hell! He really had done some damage. So why was my ass feeling greedy, still?

 

Steve took hold of my hips and pumped away, my hole destroyed and slackened enough that he could just ride me.

Especially with the combination of his precum, Dan’s load, and my own ass juices and blood slickening his ride.

 

I could feel all around my ass and down my legs were wet as he continued to rape my hole. I knew it was blood. There

was no way Dan bred me that much or Steve could precum that much.

 

So why the hell am I still turned on by this fuck? Am I sick? I’m a sick fucker for loving the fuck this man is giving me.

I’ve never done anything like this before, nothing ever this extreme.

 

Steve power-fucked my ass for what felt like another hour, but was probably another fifteen or twenty minutes. Then

he slowed and lowered himself down onto me so his stomach was flush with my back. He brought his head down next

to mine on the left and whispered into my ear.

 

“So, the pig is enjoying the ride, I take it?” his gravelly voice rumbled sexily. “Good thing ‘cause you’re not getting

out of here until I’ve gotten all I want from you. Or, should I say, given you all I want to give you,” he chuckled.

 

“What . . . what do you mean?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of panic again.

 

“You’re not leaving here without my AIDS, pig,” he snarled into my ear.

 

AIDS?!? What the fuck? I was suddenly thrashing against him, whimpering, trying to get Dan to come and get this sick

fuck off of me.

 

I could hear struggling and Dan was trying to get Steve off of me. He didn’t know what Steve had told me but it must

have been quite clear that I wanted to go.

 

“Back the fuck off, Dan, or your wife gets a phone call at her mother’s house tonight,” Steve bellowed, and then the

room fell silent, except for the porn playing in the background.

 

It’s not like they could have been fighting much, given that Steve was still buried balls-deep up my ass, but whatever

struggle they got into ceased and I heard Dan walk away.

 

Quietly, he said, “Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” and then he disappeared up the stairs.

 

I felt Steve lean down next to my ear again and in a sexy whisper, he said, “Thank fuck, I thought he would never

leave. Now we can have some real fun. You want that, don’t you, pig?”

 

Why did my body respond to this man who had literally destroyed me? I had never been so turned on in my life, and

this man just told me he was going to give me AIDS! What the hell is wrong with me?

 

“You want it, I know you do,” he chuckled into my ear before he pushed himself back up to standing.

 

“Are you ready for your first load of AIDS cum, pig?” he asked loudly.

 

“Fuck yes! Give it to me!” I heard my own voice yelling.

 

Fuck, I really am a sick fuck. Then again, I’d just been thinking he was a sick fuck, too, so maybe we were more

compatible than I thought. I was so inexperienced with sex outside of vanilla, this was all so new and exciting, I

couldn’t deny that I wanted to delve deeper.

 

“Here it comes, fucking whore! Take my HIV! Take my AIDS!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted

and blasted my shredded insides with scalding hot high viral cum.

 

I’ll admit it stung like a bitch, but somehow I got a perverse thrill from that. I just didn’t know my own mind anymore.

 

As his cum began to shoot into me, I felt my own cock going off below me as a pool of my semen spread out between

me and the bench. I felt like such a pig. And I loved every second of it.

 

Steve yanked his dick out of my ass, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. He stepped back and appeared to

marvel at the mess he’d made of me. I glanced over my shoulder back at him and could see my reflection in a large

mirror on the wall behind him.

 

My entire backside and the backs of my legs were streaked with blood. I hadn’t just gotten a tiny tear. I was bleeding.

Not gushing or requiring medical attention. I don’t think, anyway. But there was an alarming amount of blood.

 

“We’re off to a good start, pig,” Steve told me, sounding kind of proud and not nearly as scary as he had before. “You

up for it?”

 

I really didn’t want to be up for it. I really thought I should say something like, “Go fuck yourself you sick fuck!” and

take my damaged ass to the nearest hospital for some stitches and some PEP.

 

That’s not what I said, though.

 

 

Fuck I have cum so much reading this 😈

On 3/9/2020 at 3:23 PM, shinelover said:

Part Four

 

In the bedroom, Dan set a chair up next to the foot of the bed where he could sit back and relax and watch all of the action while

sipping a cold beer. The three men had come prepared -evidently one of them ran home on a break to collect a few necessities.

 

First up was a blindfold. They told me that it didn't matter if I could see them or not, and they had a few surprises in store. I

glanced quickly at Dan and, from the look on his face, he was a little uncomfortable.

 

I was instructed onto all 4’s in the middle of the bed. I felt the cool wetness of some lube being smeared around my hole, and

then shoved in with first one, then two, then three fingers. They prodded and twisted, and I felt they were definitely trying to

scratch me up for their virus to enter my body.

 

I was so horny I didn’t say a word or yelp from the little sharp pains every time they nicked me. Once the fingers were removed

I heard Dan speak for the first time.

 

“What the fuck is that for?” From his tone I could tell he was concerned.

 

“We’re gonna brush that ass inside to get it a little raw for our toxic loads." Surprise number one, I guess. "That alright with you,

whore?” he asked me. “You act like a slut all week, you get treated like a slut.”

 

That was a little ominous and I began to wonder just what I thought I was doing here. Getting fucked by an entire crew of

construction workers was extreme enough for me. But this? What was I thinking?

 

But I wasn’t thinking. My hormones had completely taken control. And in that moment I really needed to feel used again.

 

“Just please fuck me,” I begged. I was in heat! I’d gotten used to regular dicking all week and today had been agony, my only

fuck from Dan before he started work.

 

I heard Dan laugh. “I guess you better do what the slut says.”

 

I felt what was probably a not-so-small bottle brush being shoved into my hole. Given that I’d been pounded so much this

week, my hole was pretty open by now, so without it squeezing shut and offering resistance, the brush actually stimulated my hole.

 

It’s not like it would tear me so much as rough me up -which was fine by me. It felt good, nonetheless. And I started backing

my ass up to it, and then fucking myself with it. The three poz construction workers laughed at me.

 

“Jesus, I never seen a slut fucking himself with the brush before and like it. This pig likes it -look at his dick. Hard as rock and

dripping precum.”

 

“Yeah, this pig needs our seed in him bad. You don’t get to be that slutty without joining the club,” another of them said.

 

“What club?” Dan asked.

 

“The biohazard club. For poz guys -we get to fuck anyone we want, any time, anywhere. Never worry about condoms or

other bugs. It’s all inside us and we love spreading the seed.”

 

“Fuck,” was all I heard from Dan’s side of the room, and it was more of an aside comment. I don’t think he was turned on

anymore.

 

That was more than enough chit-chat for all of us, and the guy who had control of the bottle brush slid it out of my ass and

immediately thrust his entire length into me. Fuck it felt good! A nice dick to start the night, about 6 ½ or 7 inches, I’d say.

Decent thickness but not too thick.

 

The kind of dick you could ride hard and be happy to take any time of the day or night.

 

He grabbed hold of my hips and just set to fucking, balls deep in and then almost all the way out. Repeat. Again and again. He

didn’t vary his strokes or change position. He was a man on a mission and his mission was to deliver a deadly dose of cock

venom into my guts.

 

The other guys stood behind where they could watch, cheering him on, demanding he blast his nut into me so they could

have their turn.

 

He snorted through his nose, rammed me extra hard and fast a few times, and then shoved in hard and deep. Standing totally

still, making a combo growl/snort through his nose, his dick throbbed and throbbed inside my ass, pumping me with his poz cum.

 

That first load felt so good, I swear I felt every drop of it enter me. And he held still, draining his balls, for over a minute. I knew

I’d passed the turning point and there was no going back. In that moment I was too horny to care, anyway.

 

Finally he eased his sensitive cock out of my ass, immediately replaced by the second fucker of the night. His dick was about

the same length as the first but much thicker. It took a little pressure to get my ass to yawn open big enough to allow him to

start entering me.

 

I could almost feel the first fucker standing off to the side. Dan commented, “Dude, your dick is all . . . it’s all bloody.” He

sounded mortified. Seconds later I heard him murmur, “I’ve got to get out of here.” Seconds later I heard the bedroom door

click shut behind him.

 

Dan

I don’t know what I am doing here. I don’t know what I’m doing all this week. Before coming here I never would have thought of

any of this. Sex with other men? One time in that ass is all it took to mess me up. But these guys? They’re too much. This is

all too much.

 

The rest of the crew just got sucked or fucked and were out for a good time, to pump his ass full of loads. But these guys? It’s

like they’re on a mission. They’re not fucking for pleasure. They’re fucking with purpose. They’re deliberately making his ass

susceptible to their diseases. What the fuck? 

 

What am I doing here? 

 

When Dan saw that big bloody dick coming out of that destroyed ass, his dick was hard as rock. But his stomach dropped

down somewhere in the vicinity of his toes. He couldn’t handle it, so he quickly made his excuses and disappeared out the door.

 

Back to our regularly scheduled program . . .

 

I felt my stomach plummet for a moment. Dan thought I was too slutty now. He wouldn’t want anything to do with me. 

 

The low feelings didn’t stick around long, though, as the second cock began to penetrate further into me, stretching my

opening at an almost painfully slow pace.

 

This guy didn’t just slam into me all the way. He took his time, which he seemed to savour, anyway. He loved feeling my tunnel

opening up for every inch he shoved inside of me. “Mmm, that’s it, baby, open that bitch hole up for this fat dick. Tell me

you love it and you want every drop of what I got.”

 

“I fucking want it all in me!” I yelled, shoving myself backwards, raping my own ass with his thick dick. It hurt but in the best

possible way. 

 

“Fuckin’ cum hungry slut can’t wait to get this meat inside. Take it, bitch! Love that big fat dick.”

 

As he bottomed out in my ass and started fucking slowly, the first breeder crawled onto the bed in front of me and yanked the

blindfold off. 

 

“Fuck this,” he said, tossing the blindfold aside. “I don’t care that you’re seeing us. You already got me in you -and begged for it!”

 

They were all sexy guys, each in a different way. This one was probably the shortest of the entire crew -which doesn’t mean

too much. He’s still taller than most people, just not over six feet like the rest of them.

 

His face was a little rough looking, but none of these guys was in his 20’s anymore. They’ve all lived and partied hard.

Regardless, he’s good looking no matter what.

 

He shimmied closer to me to have me lick his cock clean while the other man worked at speeding up his thrusts now that my

ass had swallowed him up entirely.

 

The dick in my mouth tasted of blood and cum. Quite a lot of blood from the look of the dick. It was darker than pink, but not

too bad. Somehow knowing that I was bleeding around them really made me horny, and I sucked that dick better than I ever

sucked anyone before.

 

And he noticed. “Good dick sucker. He’s getting me hard again. I’m gonna have to nail that ass again after you guys have your

turn.”

 

I was in a total body high at this point. Between the cumtastic dick in my mouth, the amazing sloppy mess that my ass had

become, and the big dick now pounding me, I was on cloud 9.

 

The dick in my ass sped up, slowed down, sped up again. He liked to vary his strokes, which was quite enjoyable. The slower

he would enter me, the better it was to focus on every ridge and ripple of his cock. The sensations were incredible.

 

The guy in my mouth eventually pulled away and went back behind me with the others to watch my hole being pulverised.

 

It was only a few minutes later that my fucker yelled, “Here it fuckin’ comes, faggot! Take that toxic load, whore!”.

 

His slams were really frantic and hard. Some guys shove in and drain their balls, but this guy fucked harder and faster all

throughout his orgasm, his dick working the loads into my ass walls and my bloodstream.

 

The reality of it really sunk in, then. I am going to get infected with HIV tonight. I still felt so horny I didn’t bother to question it.

Sure, some part of my brain was probably trying to get my attention and ask if I’d thought this through. I didn’t have to. I knew

this is what I needed.

 

His cock eventually slithered out of my used hole and I felt the bed shift as he got off and the last guy took his place. 

 

The new guy had a cock very similar to the last, so he kept my hole feeling stuffed as he worked his entire length into me. In

the meantime, his predecessor came around for me to lick his cock clean. More cum and bloody streaks, but I did not hesitate.

It all still tasted yummy!

 

“Come on, guys, we need to trash this pig hole,” my fucker said. He was working up a good rhythm now, my slack hole slurping

over his cock with every plunge into my depths. This is what some asses were made for -and mine certainly was!

 

Seconds later I felt more pressure at my hole. My first fucker had slipped underneath me, and I thought maybe he was trying

to finger me along with the dick, but it turned out to be his cock.

 

He had said he wanted to fuck me again, and they were determined to trash my hole, so I guess double-dicking me was the

next logical step.

 

Not that my ass was in agreement. Involuntarily, I found my hole was clamping down hard to try and keep him out. One big

dick in my butt was enough.

 

Or so I thought. I guess my ass was slick enough with lube, cum, and blood, that somehow he managed to pop his head in.

 

I let out a gasp from shock and pain. I knew that if their bottle brush hadn’t done enough damage, the double penetration sure

did. I was torn -literally.

 

“Fuck, it hurts,” I breathed through clenched teeth. “That’s a lot of dick in me,” I added, going into some relaxation breathing.

 

They took turns plunging into me, sliding along each other's cocks in the process, a nice added stimulation for them, I guess. And

then they got into a groove with them both fucking me simultaneously, which really stretched me open and made me feel FULL.

Every plunge literally fucked the air from my lungs. It felt like I was being punched in the gut, and the impact travelled right up

to my throat.

 

There was so much going on back there, they didn’t last long together. Within ten minutes both men announced they were

shooting their loads in me, and I felt red hot liquid splashing my insides. It was hot and stung from all of the exposed tears in my hole.

 

I was going to be feeling this breeding session for days to come.

 

They all stood behind me, whistling, and apparently taking pictures of their handy work. The guy who hadn’t just been in me

came around and held his phone out for me to see. 

 

All around my hole and down the back of my legs, I was slick with pink cum and some bolder streaks of blood. My hole was

gaping wide open and you could actually see inside me. Fucking unreal!

 

While I was distracted looking at the phone, I felt one of the guys shove what must have been a very long, very thick snake-like

dildo up my hole. It stretched me and penetrated me deep. He pushed it in deep, then yanked hard almost all the way out. 

And then he pushed it deeper the next time. "Got to work those toxic loads in you, man. Get them in nice and deep so they don't

ever want to come out."

 

A few more minutes of this exquisite torture and he yanked it out hard. These guys weren't out to make me feel good, not really. 

They didn't care that they were damaging my asshole. They wanted me damaged, destroyed, broken in. Receptive to their 

virus.

 

The guy taking pictures tossed his phone down on the bed beside me and then asked, “Ready for round 2?” right before

painfully jabbing his big dick into my slack hole. 

 

Even with the heavy use it hurt. But I still backed up onto him.

 

While the first fucker had already gone for round two, he was more than happy to go for round three after the other two

delivered their deadly loads in me. I’d never felt so exhausted and used up. We were all drenched in sweat, and my bedroom

absolutely stank of sweat and cum.

 

“Let us know if that takes, faggot,” one of the other guys said, while they all got their clothes back on. “If it doesn’t, we’ll have a

repeat. And maybe bring along a few other friends who have higher viral loads than us.”

 

One of the other guys piped in just then. “Fuck that -we will be back. Your ass will never be the same. We’re gonna keep

pumping that trashed hole until you get sick. And then we’ll pump it some more. That’s when your immune system is good and

low. Great time to take more toxic loads.” He gave me a stinging slap on my ass and added, “Sleep well, slut.”

 

At that, they all quietly left. I heard the front door click closed behind them, but I was so exhausted I couldn’t get up just yet to

lock it.

 

And then I couldn’t help it, I collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep, laying there completely naked, my lower half drenched

in sweat and cum and blood. I must have been a sight.

 

Dan

As soon as I left the house I jumped in my truck and took off. But I was so confused I didn’t know where to go. 

 

Plus my dick was still hard as fucking rock in my pants. I had to adjust myself a couple of times and finally couldn’t take it

anymore and had to open my pants for some relief. I just hoped I didn’t get pulled over for some reason.

 

I found myself only driving a few blocks away before circling back. On the second turn around the neighbourhood I pulled into the

parking lot of a convenience store to collect my thoughts.

 

All I could think about was the slut back at the house. And even though I felt disgusted by what I’d left going on back there, my

cock just wouldn’t deflate. If anything it was harder than ever. And leaking crazy amounts of precum.

 

I was a mess. Without thinking I began swiping up the puddles of precum from my crotch and stomach, and then licked it from

my fingers. I’d never even considered that before, but it actually tasted good. 

 

And it made my dick throb more now that I was thinking about licking up my own juices.

 

And then the thought of juices brought my mind right back to where this all started. The slut. My stomach was still somewhere

down in my feet, but I knew where I needed to be.

 

I started the truck again and drove.

 

 

The conclusion of the evening of debauchery . . .

 

While I was asleep, a part of me was still conscious enough to be thinking about everything I’d done this week. How low I’d

sunk. If anyone who knows me knew that I’d let an entire construction crew breed me -repeatedly!- they would be mortified.

 

But somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to regret it. It’s like that was the missing part in my life. I’d always harboured feelings

of wanting to be used by multiple men, but never acted on it before. Not to this extent.

 

But it felt natural. This is what I was meant to be. A cumdump. Probably a diseased one now, but even that thought didn’t deter

me the way it might have a week ago.

 

As these thoughts registered, I found myself coming more awake. And that’s when I felt the bed shifted from the weight of

someone laying down behind me. Seconds later a hard cock slipped into my sloppy ass, and I felt a kiss on the side of my neck.

 

“Sorry I took off like that,” Dan said. “I had some thinking to do,” he added as he slowly pumped me while we both lay on our sides.

 

“And?” I asked, my heart and stomach both doing flip-flops.

 

“And I’m right where I need to be,” he replied before driving his hard cock into me balls-deep.

 

It’s where I wanted him to be, too.

 

The End (for now) . . . Or Just The Beginning . . .

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