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I was trying to find the story about a father who sends his son to repay a bet or a debt. I think the kid has to return some stuff in a duffel bag. The guy he has to see is mean. I think the dad had been having sex with the son’s girlfriend

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I wish there was more! Did he ever realize what “dirty load” meant, and the tattoo story would have been good, too. Still, it was great writing! Not many stories that include fisting! I wrote a short story about fisting but it’s in a section that probably isn’t visited very often. Check it out! [think before following links] https://breeding.zone/topic/64082-ffriendly-strangers/

Thank you! Underaged stuff really has no place here.

Would be great to get another episode, maybe bring in a friend of Bull’s.

YESSSSSS! I did all sorts of searches and couldn’t find it. That and one where the father sends his son with a bag to settle a debt and the man ends up running trains on the young man. I’ll keep looking for the other one. THANK YOU!

I’m trying to find the story of the straight guy who goes to the pride parade, leaves his clothes on a float, gets drunk, passes out and takes multiple loads. I tried searching for it using different words, but no luck. Any ideas?

That’s the end unless I include what’s in the video they record.

I wake up with a giant headache, butt-ass naked and my asshole burning in pain. I try to cry out but my mouth is full of some soft cloth that smells and tastes really ball-musty. I’m grateful for being able to lay down and close my eyes against the velvet soft surface.... I’m on the pool table. I hear them talking, “make sure you get the fourth ball out of his ass.” “No problem, eventually gravity will do it’s thing. That was really wrong of you to put Tabasco sauce on him. Did you see his hole puff out? Fucking hilarious!” “Just don’t get any in your eyes!” “Fuck it, burn or no, I’m going to breed him again. He’ll be poz before he leaves here.” Again? I think to myself. “It’s a good thing you put the trash bag and towels underneath his ass. Otherwise we’d never get those stains off the pool table.” “All that stuff you put in his ass, might be time to call your dealer for more!” I have no idea what they put in me other than the billiard balls they mentioned, but I have no control over my arms and legs, and my hole feels like a busted rubber band. “Hey, want to take turns punching him?” I’m thinking violence? Then the other voice says, “Sure! Let’s see who can go the deepest and fastest. We’ll alternate.” Thus it began, my hole got assaulted for the next 15 minutes. I sensed the two construction workers on either side of my legs with one hand each firmly on my ass cheeks. UGH! A closed fist punched through my anus past the wrist, then another. Then back to the first one, over and over again. Then a pause. “You ready?” “Let’s do it!” Bam! I feel both closed fists push through my anus, I see white light, and my hole feels like sandpaper is scraping against it. The bartender speaks, saying, “ok, now slowly pull out so the camera has a good view.” How long have they been recording it? I feel the pressure ease as their forearms pull out to the wrists, then BAM! Both hands come out at the same time. “Oh, man, your fingers interlocked inside! Sweet! Boy, his hole is definitely a mess. It’s almost dawn, let me get my medical kit and do a little repair work.” Still laying there, I feel my hole being wiped down several times, then some tiny pricks, and a little burning liquid on the edges. “I’ve heard super glue has been used on tears, hold his cheeks open while the glue around the stitches dries.” I feel a gentle steady breeze and hear the sound of an electric fan. Feels good though part of me wanted my hole stretched out again. “Ok, last thing, let’s get this video uploaded when we take him back to his hotel room.” I sleep, then feel myself being dressed. “Wait, let me give him one last memory.” My hole is briefly stretched. Then relief again. “I’m fully dressed and leaning on the guys as we drive back to nearby hotel. Wasn’t hard for them to figure out with the name and address on the key. Arms over their shoulders, the construction workers take me to my room. I can smell their armpits as they have their arms around me for support. They lay a towel on the bed, undress me and tuck me in. I close my eyes. I mumble, “good night.” They laugh and walk out. I awake up the next afternoon, ass so tender. I go shit and nothing comes out. A few drips. Then a clink and a splash as the neck of a fucking beer bottle slide out and clink against the inside of the toilet. I wipe, and there are tiny traces of blood on the paper along with moisture. I smell. Cum. I stumble back to the bed and look at my phone. I turn it on, a porn site is on. The main video is me with the 3 guys doing things I barely remember. But I look so conscious and approving of what they’re doing. Then I look closer. About 12 other guys are initially standing back, watching, some recording, naked, stroking, some average, a few definitely hung. I slowly close my eyes as I watch laid out on the hotel bed as the three I remember spread my legs for others to come forward.....

Now you got me wanting to be the next load deposited in your ass. ♥️

I took it, reluctantly, but I got my first dose. I was really hesitant at first. But the MERS vaccine started phase 1 human trials in April of last year. Both MERS and COVID-19 are coronaviruses, so treatment is pretty much the same. (HIV is a retrovirus- different structure and behavior.) They took the information from the MERS vaccine studies and applied it to Covid-19, thus they were able to bypass the safety timeline normally required. Between the 2 gambles (not taking the vaccine, getting it and possibly dying or long term effects vs taking it and it later does something unexpected in the body) I opted for the science one. The new strains of covid are more contagious but it appears the vaccine is effective on them. Still, it’s early.

Yeah, they are 2 different categories of viruses, (coronavirus and retrovirus) so treatment methods are different. There was talk in April about hiv meds possibly being used for Covid, but that’s where things end. No further research has been published that I can find. The coronavirus is still pretty new so research had to be done then peer reviewed before any claims can be made.

At this point, I have no idea who is doing what in my ass. I am peacefully numb. My endorphins have kicked in from the pain and I am feeling good. The pain is definitely there. In fact, I feel something liquid dripping down my ass I know is a result of their brutalizing my hole. I’m conscious, just taking it all in, a slight haze from whatever liquid and whatever else was inserted into my ass. Something small and sharp went in, but it seems to have dissolved. It still burns but now I definitely WANT them sliding in my ass. Someone’s hand is inside and I can also feel someone is sliding their dick in at the same time. “This is the first time I’ve jacked you off inside another guy’s ass,” I hear a voice say. “Damn, he’s tight!” “Let’s see, let me pull my hand out.” My heart leaps as my hole is stretched, then I feel empty, except I know there’s a good sized dick in my ass. “Whew! Nice and sloppy loose. That lard is foaming nicely with the loads you guys dumped in his ass. I’m almost there.... (pumping goes on, I can feel his balls are pretty hairy as they grind against my spread open ass.) yeah, the it goes, second load I’ve busted in him.” I feel my ass wetter, I can hear drops fall from my body, bent over the bar, fall to the floor. The bartender says, “let me throw some salt on the floor so we don’t slip on the puddle. I’m not cleaning that mess up till I open tomorrow.” I hear the sounds of the powder hit the floor behind me then a searing pain in my rectum. “Owwwwwww!!!” At this point, I realize I’ve been restrained over the bar. I can feel the zip ties on my wrists pulled behind the bar. The guys all laugh. “We learned 2 things, guys, salt really does burn a wound, and zip ties are stronger than I realized. Even with the cocktail I inserted into his ass, he’s still relatively conscious. You ok, boy?” someone says as my ass is gently wiped of the salt. “Yeah,” I mumble, “just feeling loose and empty.” “We’ll fix that.” I see a dark skinned hand reach into the lard can as it begins to push back into my asshole past his wrist bones. I moan in pleasure, “more.” “You got it, I feel fingers start to slide in, one, two, three, “no wait, let’s share!” The fingers pull out as another hand starts pushing in. More laughter. My hole feels so tight and I scream and moan as the hands take turns sliding in and out and then pushing in at the same time. “Hold on a sec, pull out, I found it.” I have no idea what that meant but one of the two hands slides out. “The deep voice says,”I found the hook. Do me a favor, I don’t want to pull out. Rub some lube on my wrist and forearm.” A tanned brown hand reaches into the grease. I sigh in relief. I don’t know what’s next but I have a feeling that I will be grateful they used extra lube. “Give him some poppers! We prolly should have given him some a long time ago.” Heavy laughter from all 3. “Breathe deep.” I inhale. That, in addition to the warm burning hungry feeling in my ass and I’m in a world of bliss. I feel the hand slide in, an awkward feeling deep inside, but not painful, just reaching into a section I hadn’t felt before. Then I feel the hairy wrist go deeper, my hole expands, deeper, hole stretching... “Damn, man, your forearms are fat as fuck! The thickness of our wrists combined! “I’m right there,” he says. “Fuckkkkkkkk!” it’s the bartender. “You got this! Just a little more, a little more! Damn, first timer and you’ve gone elbow deep! Shots!” They do a round, I hear the glasses clink, and the assault continues. In and out, I’m being fucked by a giant arm. And I’m loving it.

I started this past year since I was not slutting around much- stupid pandemic. My Ray Diesel original size dildo was too big to get more than the head in. But one slightly intoxicated and poppered night, I got a third in. I knew it had been stretched past the normal muscle level. It felt like elastic being stretched too far to return to normal. From there, the play went deeper and further, ordering toys with bigger circumferences and a skilled friend willing to train me to take a hand. You want a good trainer to take your fist cherry. Now, almost a full year later, I’m enjoying it greatly and almost ready to move from a medium to a large hand. I’m still working on depth, though. You can work your hole with kegel exercises to keep firm and even massage a dick into cumming.

I awake with a blinding pain in my ass. “Man, that cherry is gone gone gone,” a voice says, laughing. My hole is stretched out like I’m giving birth. Then a wincing pain, then emptiness. I feel a cool breeze and I realize it’s flowing in and out of my anus. “Look at that! I can blow right into his hole! It’s totally gaping... wait, there it goes, closing back up.” Im just glad that the pain has stopped. I still can’t lift my arms and legs, but with the haze I’m feeling, I’m not complaining, just watching like I’m outside of my body. “Shall we go for round 2? Get me the funnel, I want to put a little more of my special mix in his ass.” I feel cool liquid slide in. “My turn again,” a deep voice says. Agin? I think to myself. What have they been doing? “Hey, get me some more paper towels, his ring is getting really messed up.” “You sure it’s not from inside?” “Nah, just from the stretching as we been going in. And I’m not going easy on him yet.” I feel thick fingers gently massaging my hole, which feels inflamed, puffy, tender. I feel three then four fingers, then the tip of a thumb, then knuckles push against my hole. I want to cry because of all the pain but all that comes out is a deep moan. “See, he’s loving it,” as the knuckles stretch, tear and push in. I can feel them like they are sliding in a short tight tunnel and then a gentle pop as the knuckles push through the tunnel. The pain has not stopped, only decreased a little. “Watch this guys, spread his legs a little so I can get in. I feel another nudge from something at my anus. “Let me pull out just a little...” the pain increases again as my anal canal gets stretched...”ok, there, I got the head in my palm, now the push...” I moan loud hard and deep. Another voice tells me “deep breaths, deep breaths.” “Ooooooh, see guys, told you I’d get it in.” I am crying at the top of my lungs on the inside, and I hear someone, “damn, that fat dick AND your damn huge paw. Get a closeup of that while he strokes.” In my pain, I could feel him fucking his palm, sliding his dick in as far as he could, the sensation of both hand and dick inside was mind blowing. Alternately, he was thrusting all of himself in my ass, fist and dick, only slowing when his dick was fully inserted but his arm kept pushing. Then I heard a deep gruff moaning with several pauses and the pressure on my sphincter was pulsing. He nutted. A lot. I could feel warm thick liquid leak from my stretched out hole. “You sure he’s ok?” “Give me a second to find out.” I felt a pulling out a lot faster than I wanted, too quickly and again I moaned hard. “All good, see my fingertips? He’s deep cleaned. The sphincter is definitely messed up, but he won’t need any doc to fix that.” “Ok, let’s continue his anal assault. Hey look! He came on the counter! By the looks of it, at least twice. Let me scoop some up and push it into his ass for the next round. Who’s up?” “Me, I heard another voice say. Inside, I’m crying for them to stop, but my body says just close your eyes. So I do.

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A good friend of mine lost a long dildo in his ass. It ended up perforating his intestines. Fortunately, for the doctor, it was as simple as making a small cut in his abdomen, pulling out the dildo, and cutting the damaged portion of his intestine. After that, my friend now has a straight shot deep into his ass. You can go elbow deep in seconds- with lube and poppers, of course. He’s lucky to be alive, but as a fisting bottom, he appreciates his easy access ass.

Fisting is a very intimate act for me, so I prefer no gloves, like in sex. There’s a few who I will work with when it comes to wearing gloves, but they are the exception. Raw is the rule.

Anyone have a favorite lube recipe? so far, I’ve just been doing j-lube powder with water, microwaving to remove clumps, then add a tablespoon or so of regular lube to add preservatives so it will no go bad as quickly. However, I’ve been seeing others talk about other additional recipes/ingredients. This includes: Xanthan gum powder instead of j-lube (competitive prices on Amazon) j-jelly, which I just purchased from Walmart online lol clove oil cannabis oil I’m guessing that just like with the Pure pills vs cheap psyllium husk fiber pills at Sam’s, there are inexpensive lube alternatives that are just as good as the name brand. Thoughts?

So I was at this quiet little bar in the north side of Houston, jukebox music not too loud, 2 sections of the place, better lit pool table area and darker bar area. Pretty empty, too, just a few people playing pool. Short distance from my hotel, too, only more woodsy. My conference was over and I was taking an extra day to relax before flying back home to Oklahoma. I was on my 4th bourbon and 7. The bartender was an attractive guy in his 40s, solid built, Hispanic, good conversation, he was good at getting me to open up, asking lots of questions and making me some strong drinks. We both took a few breaks from talk, me checking my phone for wife and family texts, he walking a little further away to make calls, never breaking eye contact with me as he spoke. Around 1am, the couple playing pool left, leaving me and the bartender. I had a really strong buzz going. I was about to leave, myself, but he said if I stayed, he’d appreciate the company and that I’d enjoy meeting some friends of his who were getting off work. He asked what I’d like, and I said, surprise me. He went back to the cooler and added some ingredients to a shaker then came back and mixed some liquor in. Poured it into 3 shot glasses and lined them up for me. Triple threat, he called it. Just then, 2 guys in construction gear came in looking around like they were looking for someone. Black guy, thick hair, full beard, build, tall, about 6’4” easily, 250lbs. The other, dark haired white guy, similar build, goatee with handlebar mustache. “He’s over here,” said the bartender. He looked at me and said, “I hope you don’t mind, I mentioned I met a new friend and they should join us.” “Did you lock the door?” He explained that since it was slow, might as well make it a private party, if it was cool with me. I did 2 shots back to back- “ugh, what is in these? Damn, they’re bitter! He laughed and told me to just relax. The guys came over and started talking to me, although I know most of my words were slurring a bit. Bartender went about the bar, picking up empty glasses and bottles in a rolling cart. The guys were super friendly, putting their arms around me as they shared stories. I could smell the sweat of a hard day’s work on them, smelled kind of nice, like we were doing some kind of guy thing. But my arms were getting heavier and so was my bladder. I told them to give me a minute to go take a leak. Bartender saw I was woozy and came up with his cart. “Restroom?” he asked. “Yeah, but I think I drank a little too much.” “No problem, me and the guys can help, haha.” He cleared the cart and leaned me over it. The guys were talking, too, but I can’t remember what they were saying, only they were laughing and rubbing my body, probably to sober me up. Felt kind of good as they rubbed my inner thighs. So there I was, bent over against a rolling cart as they rolled me to the restroom. I can remember it was pretty dingy with a big utility sink and a hose connected next to a rolling bucket and mop. I was in and out of consciousness, but smiling as I felt them touch my body. In fact, for some reason, I wanted them to touch my body more and more, especially my inner thighs and ass. I’m not sure who said what, but I remember my arms across their shoulders, someone undid my pants- in fact, they took them completely off- and I was able to take a leak. I remember it wasn’t in the urinal but into a jar. I was dizzy and feeling good. Someone said,”did you get all of it?” They said yeah, good thing this jar was around. Did you get it on the camera? Yeah. They bent me over the cart again and I rested like that for a few minutes. I can see what’s going on at this point but my body can’t really move to stop anything. They wheel me to the big sink and turn the hose on. Next thing I feel my ass filling up with coolness and I know the hose is in my ass. They pull it out and everything flows into the big sink. They do it again several times till one says, good? And they’re like, yeah. And bent over, the guys wheel me back to the bar. They pull me up and now, I’m slumped over the bar, cool breeze against my bare wet ass. “Good thing the kitchen is closed, the cook won’t mind a little grease missing,” as someone puts a container of lard next to my face. My head and chest on the bar, they take my legs and open them, resting them on 2 of the barstools. My ass now elevated in the air. I see a hand reach in the can then feel fingers against my anus. It rubs and feels so good. It presses in a little, and the sensation is electric. I’ve never played with my butt. Suddenly a finger slips in. I moan loudly slurring, it’s so big! They laugh, “you ain’t seen nothing, my friend!” I hear someone speaking: “If he’s feeling that, I better do something. Good thing we got these test tube shot containers. Hand me the last shot glass.” I feel something slightly sting as a liquid slides in my ass. The stinging stops, and I relax again. Whatever was in the glass got completely absorbed in my rectum. “I should probably get going.” They assure me they are taking good care of me as more grease and fingers start sliding in my anus. Relax and breathe, they say. “Here, mine is the smallest, I’ll go first.” I feel three fingers spreading my hole. It stings a bit, but at that point, I can’t even lift my body. 4 fingers, then.... knuckles. Pushing. Firmly. In. I moan loud. “He’s enjoying it!” All of a sudden, the pressure is gone and there’s something lodged in my ass. What’s in my ass, I ask groggily. Just my little wrist, says the Latino construction guy. Yeah, the other two guys cheer as I see flashes go off. I pass out slightly as I feel his hand gently moving back and forth in my ass. No telling for how long... Until he pulls out! Owwwwww!, I yell as he completely pulls his hand out of my ass. I’m breathing hard, adjusting to the temporary pain of having my ass expanded. “Wow, you pulled out with your fist balled up! And he’s just a beginner!” I had to so he could stretch some for your big paws!” “You got a point,” said a deeper voice. I then see a dark skinned large workman’s hand reach into the jar of lard with a good amount. I know what’s coming up at this point and all I can mumble is, “more...” meaning more lube if they’re doing that again to me. They laugh and the deep voice says he’s going to give me more, more than I can handle. The bartender says, hold on, let me help him adjust- pulls out a little brown bottle, puts a little of the contents on a cloth and sticks the cloth in my mouth. Breathe, buddy. I inhale and the fumes go deep into my lungs as I feel the bunched up fingers push firmly into my ass. I see white, and pass out. I come to again and my anus is feeling completely expanded. It hurts but it feels good. I moan in pleasure. “He’s awake,” someone says, and then tells me congratulations. I mumble, why? They then pull someone’s phone in front of my face and I see the whole video of the hand firmly but slowly, slowly slowly going in till it is halfway to the elbow inside my ass. There’s a tinge of pink in the grease around his arm and I can’t tell if that’s my anal ring or something else. I’m scared and want to cry but at the same time, I’m excited. The arm then begins to fuck me slowly and deeply... I slide a little back into unconsciousness...

I’d love to try mr. Marky one day. Hard to find him