AltarOfPleasure

When does a bottom cross that line? When does taking cock turn into being a cumdump with no way back? For me, it started the second I got my first car in high school. Freedom meant one thing: cruising. I’d hit the spots every night, bent over in the front seat, letting raw cock flood me. I didn’t count those early loads, but they stacked fast. Two, three guys a day. By the end of the first month? Easy 10 loads dripping out of me. Then came poppers. That’s when the addiction started. I’d hunt for cock daily—windows fogged, ass open, poppers in one hand—taking any man ready to breed me. No cleanup, no shame. I loved leaving a spot sloshing, knowing someone else would add more later. But the bathhouse years changed everything. The first time I left with 20 men’s cum dripping out of me in one night, something in me snapped. I wasn’t just into bareback anymore—I was wired for it. By my 25th birthday, I was HIV+… and it only pushed me further. I didn’t slow down. I got bolder. No fear, just hunger. Every man became a donor, every load another mark on my soul. Now I’m sitting here wondering… was it the first 10 loads? The first night you took cock from five men back-to-back? Or was it when you let the virus in and felt truly owned? How many loads did it take for you to become a total slut?

I find whenever I moan it definitely turns the tops on. As mentioned here, it has to be real and in rhythm to the thrusts. For years I was quiet during sex and now Im a moaner. I think it makes it more connected, primal uninhibited. Tops want their bottoms to lose themselves in the fuck. Especially at the arcades, bath or sex clubs, moaning makes the tops line up for their turn 😈💦💦🕳️

Please give feed back about the post I just made in this thread. Just realized without quoting you, you won't see. Also, where can I find the notifications to know when a privilege has been granted? How will I know to know? For all I know I have privileges for features ive been trained to ignore here. please advise

As I read through these comments, I find the setup to be NOT based on achievement and interaction. You cant interact 😅 Thats the issue. I have much higher reputation points and achievement than many on this platform and I am completely throttled. It's most likely some very basic involvement and a set time from starting like 90 days or something far off. As someone who's trying to create quality content here this makes the on boarding process extremely unmotivating without clear guidance. I can see a huge attrition of new members just giving up because after all, there's no skin in the game to make it worth it for the new people. Its a clever idea that feels half baked. The verdict is still out for me if this is a win win environment. Is it just an environment syphoning hot content but not reciprocating? I know my worth....

I had just got my driver’s license - dying to get used for the first time. Horny every second, desperate to know what a real man’s cum felt like inside me. Found this filthy arcade next to a straight strip club - guys slipping in before heading home to their wives. My first load? Through a gloryhole. He pushed his cock through - his wedding ring catching the light as he held the base like he owned me. Seven inches, nothing outrageous, but back then? My virgin hole was so tight it felt like it was ripping me open. He worked me slow, fighting my grip until finally that cock was buried to the hilt. Then it happened - thick, molten cum flooding my guts, pulsing so deep I swear I tasted it. Silent the whole time. Just his heat pouring into me. That rush - the way my cunt clenched around him - fucked my brain completely. That cum… God, it was seductive. Sweet, heavy, and so satisfying it made me feel the way a real cunt should feel—owned, used, full. I walked out dripping, shaky, starving for more. I thought I’d be satisfied for a while, but I was wrong. I was back the next day. And the day after. That first breeding wasn’t just a fuck - it rewired me. What was your first time like when you got pumped full and your hole just… woke up?

I cheat too! Always have. I’m in a relationship and still crave cock—raw, anonymous, secret cock. There’s nothing hotter than the forbidden. Married, bi, straight, DL, curious, partnered… if there’s tension under the surface, I feel it. I welcome it. Cheating cocks fuck different. They fuck like they need it, like they’re proving something. I open up and let it all in—no judgment, just desire. Secrets don’t scare me. They turn me on.

Didn’t expect to take another one tonight… My hole was still pink and puffy from earlier—felt loose just walking around. He messaged while I was scrolling in bed. Older, thick build, smelled like weed, sweat, and a hard day. When I opened the door, he didn’t even speak—just looked me up and down and said, “Still leaking?” I nodded. He followed me to the bed, spit once, and pushed in slow. My cunt sucked him in like it already knew him. I moaned without meaning to—it wasn’t just the stretch, it was the way I could feel his cock gliding through other men’s cum inside me. He fucked slow, but deep. Long pulls. Like he wanted to swirl it all up. When he came, he went still, pressed in tight, like he was pouring something into me that needed to stay. When he left, I just laid there—dripping, dizzy, almost high off the heat. About to finally seal 🔌😈

I went live on Sniffies around six. Posted a clean pic—face out, just my ass bent forward, pink and relaxed, open and waiting. Caption said what I needed: “Collecting loads. Don’t ask. Just show up.” I wanted to feel it stretch. I wanted to hold more than I could keep. The first guy messaged fast. 29, Dominican, working nearby. Said he needed to dump before going home. His cock was out as he walked in—nine and a half inches, thick, hard, cut, with that heavy, quiet intensity that makes you brace before it’s even inside. He didn’t speak. Just stepped behind me, rubbed the head over my hole, spit, and pushed in. That stretch hit deep and fast—my body trying to keep up. He grunted and started fucking. No mercy. “Been holding this since lunch,” he said, pounding with full weight. “I’m not leaving with it.” His load came hard. Full-body grip. Deep pulses. I felt it coat me inside, then settle. I stayed still. Plugged nothing. I didn’t want to close. I wanted to stack. Second guy hit me on BBRT. Older. Said he was close. “Still leaking?” he asked. “I want to feel that.” I told him to come. He arrived, stripped, lined up, and slid in. His cock curved left, thick through the middle. The warmth of the first load let him in easy—but I clenched. I wanted to keep it. “Goddamn,” he said. “I can feel him in there.” He started to grind. Slow. Deliberate. Every stroke stirred the first load but nothing spilled yet. I was full—but still sealing it. He pressed in deep and came with a groan. His load was heavier. I felt it coat the first. No leaking—just weight. I held. Barely. The third knocked just as I was catching my breath. Pale, redhead, uncut cock already hard. Said nothing when he came in. Just saw me on the bed, still open, and got between my legs. He slid in slow, his cock stirring the two loads already inside me. “You’re so full,” he whispered. “Let me be the one who breaks you.” He started to fuck deep. My body shook. I was holding it. Every thrust made the pressure climb. My breath got short. He kissed my neck. “Let it go.” And then I did... The moment he started to come, I felt it spill. His cock pumped inside me and I couldn’t hold anything back—heat slid down my balls, wet across my inner thighs. I moaned. My hole still tried to clench, but the volume broke through. All of it. Stacked loads, now flooding out in waves. He stayed deep, twitching as his cum joined the rest. When he pulled out, I rolled to my side. My cunt was still pulsing. My thighs slick. I could feel it all still moving inside me.

Mmm, I love knowing others feel it too… That shift from just getting stuffed to fully needing to keep every drop. It’s not just sex anymore—it’s transformation.

There’s something I’ve been craving more and more, and I figured this was the only place that would actually get it. I wasn’t always like this. I was a top for most of my life—breeding guys every chance I could, chasing that high of dumping my load inside and watching it leak back out of some sloppy hole. That hunger to breed, to mark someone from the inside… it drove me hard. But somewhere along the way, it flipped. It started when I got more into stretching. At first it was just about opening myself up, chasing that deep stretch, but I started using leftover cum as lube—slicking up with it, pushing deeper toys in. And something about that started to rewire me. The more I opened up with cum inside me, the more I wanted to hold it. Keep it. Not leak. My body started to learn it—training itself to take more, to seal up tighter, to absorb everything I was given. Now? That’s the obsession. It’s not just about getting fucked—it’s about retention. Plugging up, training, stretching with purpose so I can take more… and not let it go. Walking around fully loaded, my guts heavy, sealed tight, training myself to absorb it all. Some loads hit harder than others. You can feel it when the right one breeds you—it lingers. Their cum sticks. Stays heavier, hotter, thicker. I’ve had loads that sat inside me all day, even after I’ve forgotten their face, still sinking deeper like they were meant to stay. That’s the craving now. Same hunger, same need. It just flipped to the other side of the cock. I don’t just want to get fucked. I want to keep it. To fully absorb every drop. That’s what I chase now. I want it to merge into me. Become me. Curious if anyone else here has felt that shift too… When it stops just being about the fuck, and starts being about what the load leaves behind.