Westlonlad

Another excellent chapter!

On 2/16/2025 at 10:19 PM, SubManDan said:

Its almost unheard of this, certainly for me but my last loads were from 3 tops in the Brighton area. Got a message saying there were two horny 50s and a bloke in his 40s who wanted to fuck raw.

I'm on Prep and had recently tested clear and the assure me they were the same. They said they wanted to tie my hands behind my back and make me rim and suck before all three would take turns on my arse.  I always like being fucked raw in bondage so locked my cock up, pulled on my best boots jeans and tshirt, along with a leather jacket and took a cab to their address not fully expecting anyone to be there to be honest.

They were there and while the older two were prob in their 60s, the younger one was fit and all three had big cocks.

I was made to strip and was cuffed and then spent the evening taking cock in my mouth and arse and rimming sweaty arse

Was tested clear a few weeks later too. 🙂 

Can I go next please? Haha

They were my gateway to Poppers and sucking cock. I remember spending a night in Chariots Waterloo (London) when I missed the last train home after a gig and didn't want to wait in the cold for the first train of the morning (at least a good 4 hours) . I was so drunk and bought two bottles of poppers, laid down in the room that had the small screens and was more or less molested all night (which I totally loved, btw). 

Had guys feeling me up (inside and out). I hadn't been fucked at that point and surprised nobody tried...it's not like I could've put up much of a fight.

Great times.

Love where this is going!

On 6/11/2025 at 10:16 PM, cumfillme said:

I had been playing with a Poz Top Daddy for a few months, hoping to get the gift, but nothing was taking. After we finished our last session, he sat me up and handed me a business card. This boy is the “Positive Outcomes Clinic”. If you really want to become Poz, book an appointment with them.

I was for some reason really nervous when I called the clinic, but the receptionist on the phone was really friendly and helped to calm my fears. We discussed the booking process but said if you want to know our procedures, you’ll have to come in for free consultation.  I took a leap of faith and booked for Friday afternoon.

Friday afternoon came and I found the place in a nondescript office building on one of the upper floors. It was all professional looking, like a doctor’s office with a few chairs, reception desk, really looking like a medical clinic. The receptionist took my name and ushered me into one of the small consultation rooms where he gave me a fizzy, slightly bitter drink while I waited for the “doctor”. As I was sipping the drink the “doctor” came in and told me about the clinic was specifically setup for men who were serious about becoming Poz and were having difficulty doing so. The fee was almost $2,000, but the drink was starting to make me feel more relaxed. He gave me a credit card terminal and I swiped my card. He told me we can get started right away, I just needed to fill out some consent and health forms.

Once the forms were filled out I was ushered to a larger examination room and was told to strip and lay down on a gynecological exam table and put my feet in the stirrups. The doctor took some bloodwork and began examining my body, especially my hole. He had his receptionist shave my ass. At this point I was really relaxed and to be honest, quite buzzed from the drink. The doctor explained that they regularly collect high viral load cum from selected members of the community. With that, he went to a small fridge and removed a syringe with about 200ml of white fluid. He explained this was Phase 1 of tonight and we go with a starter dose that also acts as lube for the rest of the procedures. With that, he inserted the syringe into my hole while the receptionist put my cock into a cage. The doctor then took a vial of white powder, dipped his finger into it and inserted it knuckle deep into my ass. This will burn for a bit, but it makes things so much easier for you. He left saying I’ll be back in a few minutes as put headphones over my ears playing club music and turned the lights to a deep dark red.

Part 2 coming very soon

What a fantastic start!

Chariots, Waterloo, London. I was 18,  clearly remember the smell of bleach being overwhelming. Got my first ever blow job and wanked off in front of 4 old guys.

Good luck, and enjoy!

Make sure to let us know how it goes!

What a cliffhanger to end this on. Loved reading these chapters and have bust a LOT reading then imagining I'm faggot.

Great question. One of the things I've done that springs immediately to mind is inhaling poppers and watching satanic hypno/pmv videos. I'm pretty certain they've had an effect on me after all these years!

22 hours ago, ffabbian said:

There are some bdsm sites online were you can find a master. You will have to agree and sign a contract from him first. Make sure you are willing to accept his terms and conditions before you sign

Could you please point us in the direction of those sites please? DM/post whatever is most appropriate. Thanks!

Anyone know of any good masseuses that offer up extras in and around Bank/Cheapside/Fleet Street/Farringdon?

If not there, any tips for Soho?

Naked, I don't deserve the dignity of clothing while being used.

Any kind of medical paraphernalia, but especially speculums, open mouth gags, gowns.

Outside of that I'm also developing a fetish for ridiculous rubber costume masks (pigs heads, monsters etc). I think that came from a mission I did in the GTA V video game a few years ago!

Echoing much of what has already been said, enjoy the journey. The destination is absolutely incredible, but getting there provides it's own unique experiences too.

I learned a lot about myself on my journey, what I was capable of, heightened confidence to name just two.

I've always loved the idea of it, and actually tried it once with my mate. There's a mental block for me because for the next couple of days after the session it felt like I was pissing through a wall and it's prevented me from trying again.

Hope my initiation into the Brotherhood is like this.

I've been lucky enough to try a few different variations of speculum (speculae?) over the years. 

Given my fairly well documented medical fetish they of course fit right into that, but from a pure piggy perspective, I just find the aesthetic of a hole clamped as wide open as possible too good to resist.

What a brilliant opening couple of chapters!

On 5/7/2025 at 2:57 PM, lebas said:

For me, it's the thrill of CNC. Reading about it intrigued me but being 'captured' for the first time was a real turn on. 

Would love to hear more about this!

On 5/7/2025 at 3:31 AM, Sfmike64 said:

Look at inflatable dildos/butt plugs. You can pump them up and slowly stretch your ass. DO NOT use crisco or oil based lubes on rubber inflatables. The material will degrade (it's why you don't use oil with condoms). You don't want the dildo to pop inside your ass.

You can also have a partner play with it too, but when you pump it up, do so slowly to help your ass muscles relax and stretch. 

This is great advice and is the perfect accompaniment to poppers. Inflatable toys are a superb way of elongating the stretch and improving the baseline.

Current one is a full anal destruction of my hole. Cocks, toys, fists, feet...get me swimming on fuel and poppers and tear my cunt apart.

I love it, especially Bastinado. My feet can take a hell of a beating.

In the sling, legs spread wide, mouth clamped open. Oink oink!

Don't leave The Hoist in Vauxhall early on that summer night in 2001. It was just a bottle of poppers...

On 3/24/2025 at 10:17 PM, newboy1689 said:

Something had given way inside Mike that afternoon. He knew it as soon as he left Wolf’s place. He wasn’t the same. It wasn’t just that, even in his post orgasm clarity he’d allowed Wolf to shove a big heavy plug inside his stretched-out hole. It wasn’t how horny that plug had made him as he walked home. It was that the little voice telling him to be ashamed or upset about what he’d just done was gone. It didn’t rear its head once. Crashing into his apartment and stripping off his clothes he felt proud of himself. Proud in a way he couldn’t ever remember having been before.

 

He lay on his bed, still plugged, waiting for the voice to come back and tell him this wasn’t what good college boys did. It stayed silent. It stayed silent because he understood that he wasn’t a good college boy, he was a slut. He was a pig. He was a beta pup. He was a cumdump. He was a faggot. He craved cock. He craved loads. He craved having his hole stretched to the limits.

 

He pulled at the plug in his hole, feeling the stretch as his hole opened to allow its girth to pop in and out of him. He’d made a discovery about himself and there was no going back. A few days ago he’d tried to pretend like he didn’t want this, like he could just forget it had ever happened. He knew now that was impossible. He’d felt the bliss of being used by men and there was no going back. He craved that bliss now. He was addicted to it.

 

“Thank you for sending me to Mr. Wolf’s Sir.” Mike texted Sir as he squatted on the plug on his bedroom floor. “It was amazing.”

 

“I’m glad you had a good time boy. I hope you made me proud and earned his load.”

 

“He sent me home with a big fat plug inside me to keep his load from leaking out of my loose pussy!”

 

“Good boy! I knew you’d be able to take his first knot.”

“Thank you Sir! He said that made me his beta pup and him my Alpha. I hope that’s ok with you Sir!”

 

“That’s why I sent you there boy. Not just to get your hole bred. You could have found raw cock on your own. I sent you to Wolf so he’d stretch you out and help you understand your place more. You liked submitting to him didn’t you? Being his beta?”

 

“Yes Sir! Not as much as being your boy… but it was fucking hot! That knot felt so good in my pussy.”

 

“You’re bouncing on that plug he sent you home with aren’t you?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Show me!”

 

Mike shifted so he was squatting in front of the mirror, and filmed himself riding the plug. Now that he could see its fat girth sliding in and out of his hole he was amazed he could take it so easily.

 

“Holy shit!” Sir replied to the video. “He really did open you up. How do you feel now that your college boy hole’s been made into a real sloppy fag pussy?”

 

“AMAZING! Sir! Honestly. I can’t thank you enough for sending me there.”

 

“Damn, after he fucked the cum out of you I expected you to retreat for a day or two… feeling guilty about begging to be used again, but you don’t do you? You don’t feel guilty at all boy?”

 

“No Sir. I feel… I feel fucking hot. I can’t believe how good I feel.”

 

“You think your pussy can take another fucking?”

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

“Then come over here, and don’t plan on going back home tonight. I’m going to use my boy’s pussy good.”

 

Mike rushed over to Sir’s house. Sir took him to the second bedroom, a room Mike hadn’t seen before. It was almost exactly like Wolf’s playroom, except not only did it have a sling but also a fuck bench, a rubber covered bed and wall restraints. Mike was stripped naked, his hair cut short and a thin chain with a little lock put a round his neck. Twenty minutes after he arrived his floppy college boy hair had been cut into a crew cut, he’d been collared and he was squatting over the plug Wolf had stuffed in him while gobbling down Sir’s perfect cock.

 

Mike didn’t go home that night. In fact it was two days before he went home. While all the rest of his friends had spent the weekend partying and trying to get laid Mike had spent the weekend in nothing but a revealing jockstrap getting used over and over. Half way through Sunday Sir dropped Mike back off at Wolf’s to take what he called Wolf’s second knot. Mike had spent the rest of the afternoon ass up on the floor as his Alpha worked an even bigger wolf cock into his hole. He’d whimpered as the knot finally sunk deep inside him.

 

On Monday his new collar drew a little attention from the guys at the gym but not one said anything. It seemed like Brad was avoiding him till the end of their workout when Brad texted Mike “Meet me in the bathroom in 10.” Mike found Brad naked and hard when he opened the door to the single occupancy bathroom a few minutes later. “Christy fucking cock blocked me all weekend. I’m horny as shit and need a mouth to fuck.”

 

Mike was on his knees in a flash. Brad was rough this time, bashing his cock into Mike’s mouth. It was like he was taking all his anger at Christy out on Mike’s mouth. Mike didn’t care though. He coughed and spluttered chocking down his friend’s cock. He was in pig heaven. When Brad finally worked out what he needed to and started to fire thick ropes of cum into Mikes mouth, Mike just smiled and swallowed it down.

 

“Fuck… um… thanks man. I needed that.”

 

“Any time,” Mike said, wiping his mouth.

 

“Look, don’t tell anyone about this ok?”

 

“Sure… but… well… tell anyone you want.”

 

“What?”
 

“Tell anyone you want. I love sucking your straight boy dick. If anyone else you know needs an easy mouth or… or hole to fuck, send them my way.”

 

“Shit… you’re serious.”

 

“Damn right I am.”

 

“Well… yeah… ok. I’ll do that.”

 

That night, the first night Mike had spent in his own bed in days, he got a text from another one of his soccer teammates. “Hey… weird question, but Brad said that you might be able to help me out with a problem,” it read.

 

“Yeah!” Mike replied. “Why don’t you come over. I’ll help you out with whatever you need.”

 

An hour later Mike was on his hands and knees while his teammate, his eyes closed tight, pounded his hole. “Fuck, take my cock you fucking slut. Fuck yeah. You like my cock don’t you. You’re a cock loving slut! Fuck yes!” He panted. Mike knew better than to respond. He knew his friend was pretending he was a girl and he didn’t want to break the illusion. It didn’t matter. In the end he still got a hot load pumped into his guts.

 

“Thanks… uh… you know… don’t tell anybody. I’m not gay.” His friend said after he’d gotten dressed and was standing at the door.

 

Mike smiled reassuringly and said the same thing he’d told Brad. “I’m not going to tell anyone, but you can tell whoever you like.”

 

Stunned by his boy’s decent into cock whoring that weekend Sir got Mike on his knees again and shaved his head, making him look like a real proper sub. He’d also gotten Mike a bigger chain and more robust collar, marking him as owned. He told Mike that Good Boys don’t just take the loads of other men, they take whatever men want to give them. That night for the first time Mike swallowed Sir’s piss, and he loved it.

 

A couple of days after that Mike told Sir he wanted to get his nipples pierced. They’d gone right away. The end of the following weekend Sir brought out a little black caged and locked Mike’s cock away. There would be no hiding that he was a sub in the locker room now. Some of the guys noticed, most chose to just pretend they hadn’t seen anything. A couple however suddenly saw their friend in a new light. That afternoon he ended up sucking off two more of his teammates almost one right after the other, and then was summoned to the team captain’s place where he was bent over the bed and fucked. “Take my load faggot,” the team captain said as he pumped his cock into Mike’s willing hole.

 

Hearing what had happened Sir knew it was time. It was time to put Mike through his final test. To really break his mind once and for all. He’d given himself over to being a slut. He’d get fucked by guys he thought were attractive at the drop of a hat, but to really be a good sub Sir needed him to be willing to give it up to anyone.

 

So that Saturday night he drove Mike to the bathhouse, stripped him naked, and blind folded him in the locker room. Then he’d walked his toy through the halls, showing him off as they went. He’d strapped Mike down in the sling and stood back to watch. Man after man had used his boy. He’d thought maybe Mike would tap out after a couple, but each mystery cock seemed to make him hornier. “Breed me! Please! Seed my hole! Breed my pussy! Fuck this cunt!” He’d shouted.

 

Sir pressed his hand forward, feeling his boy’s hole slowly spread around his knuckles. After all the abuse he’d taken the boy’s body barely resisted the new invasion. Mike groaned as his cunt was opened wide to accommodate Sir’s big hand. Slowly it was pushed forward till after one moment of wild stretching it was sucked in side. Mike panted. He grilled stupidly.

 

“Good Boy, good boy.” Sir cooed.

 

“Is that you Sir?”

 

“Yes boy. Its me, and it’s my fist inside your cunt right now.”

 

“Oh fuck!” Mike moaned.

 

With his free hand Sir reached forward and took off Mike’s blind fold. The boy blinked confusedly for a moment before his eyes focused on his Sir’s face. “I’m so proud of you boy. You did so well.”

 

“Thank you Sir! Thank you for this! It was so hot! I don’t even know how many men fucked me. I’m just a hole Sir.”

 

“That’s right boy you are. You’re just a cumdump. A faggot. My fucking faggot hole.”

 

“Yes Sir.”

 

“This is my cunt,” he flexed his fist inside Mikes hole. The boy groaned, “Even after twenty other men have bred it its still mine.”

 

“Twenty?!”

 

“That’s right boy. You’ve got twenty loads from twenty different guys in your guts right now. You’re a real cumdump now. A no loads refused slut.” He pulled his hand out till the widest point and then slid it back in. Mike whimpered. “You’re a fucking faggot.”

 

“I’m a fucking faggot.”

 

“Good Boy.” Sir said, and slipped his hand from Mike’s hole.

 

“No! It felts so good! Sir please!”

 

Sir stepped up and slammed his cock in Mike’s ruined hole. “Don’t worry boy. You’re going to get one last load in this cunt before I take you home.”

 

“Oh thank you Sir. Thank you.”

 

“And one more thing.” Sir reached into the pocket of his leather vest and pulled something out. A thick leather collar with a D ring at the front. He bent forward, his cock forced deep into Mike’s guts, and passed it around the boy’s neck. He did the clasp up and turned it so the ring was facing the front. Then he took out a rectangular dog tag. He held it up for Mike to see. “What does it say boy?”

 

“Property of Sir Jake.” Mike replied breathlessly.

 

“That’s right. You passed the last test. There’s no going back. You’ve been corrupted into the perfect faggot sub, and I’m laying claim to you. Now everyone who fucks you knows that even though they are free to use your sweet cunt, you belong to me.”

 

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you.”

 

Sir clipped the tag to Mike’s collar. “Now, take my fucking load faggot.”

 

 

 

THE END

Reading Mike's descent into his destined place in the world has been amazing. I'll continue to read this story (while imagining I'm Mike, of course).