hamser

He sleeps. Excausted.
Too much cum. Too much piss in his ass. Too much slam powder floats in his vains. For six hours and a half hours he was offering his hole to the men I had picked out for him. 
Twenty men, from 35 till 75 years old… Yeap no twinks . He had asked for mature escorts . At least for tonight. Birthday boy would get his wish. 
He preferred to be mostly on his knees and take them from behind.  He also rode a couple of them while they were laying down on the mattress, mostly to make it easier them for a double penetration. He didn’t like missionary.  Yeap I could tell… doggy was the thing for him. 
I had spread the cocks arrival and departure  in two sessions of three hours each. With ten minutes break every ninety minutes for some clean up and shower. 
But even then I didn’t  take his blindfold from his eyes. 
He had no objection. Yes, there was trust. 
Quick shower and rinse, a small dose of g from a glass with sprite,.  
a bigger in the needle for his slams.. 6 slams altogether. Two doubles and  two of half a gram. and back to the bed. 
While he had his ten minutes break there was a change of the black sheets and a bit of a freshing up room service by Alex my helper for the night, an escort I asked him to take care of some small chores eg towels, or needs of John like provide water or make sure that the other guys are not messing around with talk and bullshit laughs  like it usually happens when there is more men in the room than three.
 Men are men. They easily lose focus. 
Alex was born in Nigeria, he is over 6.4 height and more than 140 kgr weight. With a cock thick as my both wrists but short only 6 inches. But Yeap…  so wonderful thick. Almost sixty years old. And with a unique technique. The one that slides semi hard and gets hard in the hole and doesn’t abandon the ass till he comes three times and pisses twice. 
Then and only then he ends his session. And that’s it. He doesn’t go in back. He will jerk while watching the porn in the TV or just watch the whatever fucking is taking place in the room , he even might  cum..  but not in the ass again. He doesn’t leave the room. 
I had met him in San Francisco, in a motel room near civic centre where I had placed an ad for anon pump and dump scene. I had started at 11.00 am, he showed up at around 5.00pm while I had seven loads already in me. He had found me ready and bent, slide in with his semi hard thickest prick and gave me his loads. 
“Do you mind if I stay? Just to make sure you will be fine”
My first instinct was to throw him out. Some guys just stay and easily can ruin the scene. But then I said what the hell. So he stayed in the room, on a chair at the corner playing with his dick while he was seeing me taking three more cocks from other strangers. 

Around 8pm I needed a break. We went for a Korean noodle place. I bought him dinner. He bought the drinks. In his real life he was a cook. An eggman…  making omelettes  and scrumbled eggs for workers who started their swifts at the earliest of the morning hours. So it was very logical in my insane thirst to ask him to take me to a warehouse and take cocks there as well. 
And we did. Six cocks in a south of market warehouse behind a leather bar. And four more cocks in a glory hole of a video booth place near by, which stayed open all night. 
And when the beast in me was fed he took me back to the motel room, gave me his loads and piss, took his shower and then left to go to his shift at the restaurant. 

I like simple people. With simple needs. And silent pride. Alex is one if them. 

We kept in touch with messages thru the bareback site I had initially put the ad when we first met. No more no less. 
And one day I was in Paris and he wrote “ look I can visit Paris stay somewhere cheap and fuck..”
Again knowing me I would have expected that I could freaked out. But I didn’t. In fact I liked the idea. 
He bought the ticket, I rent him the next room from my motel I was planing to spent my days and nights fucking. 
Paris with Alex was fun. And there I told him that he should put an ad in a site for escorts. Never late for a new path of life. A 60 year old cook became a 60 year old bareback fucker. And he was a damn good one. 
He left San Francisco, moved in a studio close to my place. He makes good money at least more than the eggplace. He does his thing… I do mine. I watch over him…  he watches over me… and when a heavy duty scene happens he is there for me to provide cock and other  services in his own silent way that suits me and somehow suits him. 
Like tonight. John s hole had to get filled and I had to make sure that he was taking all the loads. But I had a good share of joy my self. And a few loads. And a few slams.

After the 90 minute period, I needed to get some cock up my butt too. 

For the rest of the night Alex took care of John and kept his eye on me to make sure that the other guys were treating the two cumdumps right. 
Whatever right that might be. 
So I ended up taking a few loads of my self too.  No blindfold. It was a night that no matter what I had decided to keep enough control. 
And now all was done. The men were gone. 
John was sleeping. Excausted. 

A German creampie gangbang from sperma studio was on the screen. 
Alex on his chair soft. Spent, 
I looked at him. Smiled. 
He approached. Slided his thick soft cock and let a steam of piss while I hit the needle for the last time of the night. 
He saw me getting the buzz. And stayed in to piss some more, 
Then silently took the cock out and left the room, 
Two cumdumps on a big king bed. 
I heard the noise. The pans and the crack of the eggs. 
5.00am
Time for breakfast. 
Because no matter what.   An eggman is always an eggman

I left John’s place and told him to get some rest because I had plans for him for the evening. I told him to be ready at 7pm and I will pick him up with my car. He was smart enough not to ask further more questions. It was our ‘no buts and no ifs’ deal…

Went home. Parked the car. Fed the cat. Called my dealer. Twenty minutes later he had brought enough Tina and coke for the weekend. I went and bought lube and syringes and went to the bank to get some cash. Made some phone calls.

First I called Mattias. Mattias had a nice place he was renting for men who like to get in a party mood without having to worry about bringing people at their own private place. The world of cumdumps and slamwhores is more than a jungle. You flirt with all kind of dangers and sometime people you encounter are beasts… including your self… so it is good to have a couple of gateways and shelters…

Mattias’ shelter is unique. His place is downtown. It is on the top floor of a building that has only law offices. From 7pm the whole building gets empty. EXCEPT the loft at the top floor.

Mattias’ cave… Hidden lights, no cameras, easy access with private elevator, no neighbours, big room with double beds, a sling, two huge TV screens playing all kind of porn, two bathrooms, lots of towels. Mattias true profession is a Doctor…. Which is handy and precious to me since he enjoys giving loads and provide the slams. And if it is in the same time then even better…

I told him that I will bring some friends for a party gathering and he would be more than welcome to stay if he had no other plans. He knows that my parties are fun and that I am reliable for the fees he is asking for renting his place and his skills too. He also knows that my guests are people who will cause no trouble with the cops or paramedics.. (told you it is a jungle out there….)

The next call was to Serge. A cool 50y old guy from Jamaica with a huge 24cm thick uncut cock with huge toxic loads and veins always ready for double slam session. He is an escort. An expensive one I must say, but he is worthy every penny.. And he knows people with the right attitude… thick cocks who play bare and snort or slam whatever chems but still remaining stiff. My kind of favourite people…

I am a man of old habits. I usually go to the same place, sit in my usual table, order the same food. Yeap. You can call me boring. I don’t mind. I’ve been called with worse names. But as I said I am too old to change. The same with sex. I have rituals that I follow in a… hmmm… I must admit a bit selfish way. But it works for me and confess: I am too old to apologize if I follow mostly my needs than my fuckbuddy’s. But at least to my defense, before I engage into any kind of sexual contact I make clear of my agenda. If the guy is OK with my terms then we continue and play… if not that’s pretty understandable… no hurt feelings… … the next…

My usual session in Mattias’ place has a very predictable routine as well. It goes like this :

I arrive and call Mattias to open the door downstairs. Most of the times I go with a cab. I know I will be under the influence of chems so I do not take my car. But if I do, Mattias has given me the code for his private parking lot. And he is not leaving me to drive unless I stay sober for 48 hours. You see why Mattias is a guy I trust…

I press the code for the elevator and arrive at the top floor. I always find the door open. The TV screens are already on playing raw gangbang porn. And Mattias is no where around. I make my self comfortable and undress. I drink the cocktail that Mattias has put on a glass on the front table ready for me. I trust him. I don’t trust dudes easily. Or the drinks they offer. But Mattias is professional. I know that whatever liquid is on the glass will help me to get in the mood. I have around ten minutes to start feeling the buzz from the drink. The envelope with the money is left it on the prearranged hidden place, inside a jar next to the breakfast biscuits. I know that while I’m in the bathroom Mattias will come out from his hidden place and will take it. And then he will retrieve to his ‘cave’ until I am ready.

Quick shower and a bit freshing up for my butt. Before I leave my place to come for a session I make sure I am clean and prepared… and shaved… the hole is hairless though my body and legs are bearish. Nothing better to feel my hole exposed and lubed by sperm. And piss… I told you I am one of the jungles’ beasts.

Mattias has a peculiar taste on towels. They are all black… the bed sheets also black. And always smell fresh… and the touch is soft. Even the carpets. Also black. Always soft in the bare feet. No latex. No cold surfaces. Even the marble. Black marble brought from Kaspia sea in the bathrooms. Always heated. Black wooden floor in the kitchen floor with black small carpets here and there. Air condition controls the temperature all over the big loft. And the air is filtered. He has a very trustworthy cleaning service. He is not charging in discount. I appreciate the high standards of his services and from the very beginning I made clear to him that I am not a client who bargains…

… the jungle has its laws and the beasts have their own kind of understanding. Thru Mattias I met Serge. And thru Serge I met the Brazilian Paolo, Elias from Greece, Albert from Ghana, Wolf from Dusseldorf, Ahmoud from Egypt… All escorts and who fuck bare and enjoy pnp.

After shower I go to the bed take the position ‘on fours’, with the poppers ready. I blindfold my eyes with the piece of cloth that is already on the bed and then I wait. I hear Mattias approaching. I feel the belt on my on my arm and the cotton on my vein. He has the slam ready. I feel the needle. Yes.. Always the first slam is a strong one. And Mattias is a pro. Slam and cocktail make me fly… and he provides the first load. And the second. And then the escorts start to arrive. For the next twenty four hours I become a hole for men I rent. No suck, no kiss, no chit chat. Mattias takes care giving the towels for their shower, pays them, and make another slam for me. Or cocktail. Or both. And while I buzz I hear my self whispering.. The next….

That is how I usually play at Mattias place. Once a month is enough for me. And one Thursday in one of those bar parties. I am not losing my self in the jungle any more. But I was excited by the idea to give to John a glimpse of my own kind of savanna…

When I put down the phone I checked the alarm clock and set it up for 6pm. I took a pill to help me sleep. I had eight hours ahead before I go and pick up John from his place. It was going to be a nice Friday night. I was pleased with the way I had it all set it up.

John’ s training was about to begin…

John is a good friend.

He is younger, around thirty, 70 kilos and around 1.75cm. But he looks much younger. He goes to the gym so he looks like a wrestle. People tend to like him. I guess it is his smile. Tops adore him. I guess it is his nice round smooth bubble butt… one think I know for sure… he definitely knows how to use it.

He is a cumdump like me. But I enjoy so much watching him getting fucked that I don’t mind sharing the tops with him. He is one of those law key good hearted bottoms who deny no cock and after they take the load they say thank you. I am different. I say the Next.

We first met in a bareback party one Thursday evening in a bar. We happened to put our asses on a bench… side by side. He smiled in a way that only generous bottoms do. So I decided to be nice… I shared my poppers with him. Later on we had a beer and we laughed talking about the importance of semen in our hole, both agreeing that we are focused more to the sperm than the size of the dick who delivers it. In bareback parties I seldom talk. With him it was different. We clicked.

I had seen the scars on his hands so I knew he was a slammer but I didn’t say anything about our common chem habbits . I am old enough to know when and where I ask questions. I even gave him my load. It is so nice to meet a bottom who is more bottom than me and his hole was so nice and sloppy that I couldn’t resist. When I bred him he said thank you to me as well. I told you he is a really nice guy.

In the next few months I met him three or four times. Always in those bareback parties. And always in clubs. Every time we met each other we kept the same routine. Bend on our knees and getting fucked doggy style taking loads from random tops, then going to the bar having a drink and then return back on the bench sharing the poppers.

It was in one of those Thursdays that he asked me to go to his place after the party and sleep together. Just sleep. I had no plans for the next morning so I agreed. Nice studio apartment. Big bed. Big kitchen. Two big bathrooms. A huge TV that played straight porn with no sound. And all the glasses of windows painted in black. You had to slide the glass to see the daylight. I was OK with that. I like pitch dark when I sleep. And my sleep is not easy since I know a thing or two of slamming my self. We had a nice long shower. We drank our cocoa milk and we slept. I was still a student in the University the last time I shared the sleep with a bottom.

I have to admit. It was a comfortable sleep. He had a way to make things easy with the snuggle. I am usually not good with intimacy. But with him was different. I loved the touch of his skin of his back stucking on my belly. It seems that I have missed a good snuggle more than I wanted it to admit. Next morning I woke up first, cooked some scrambled eggs and made some tea.

“So Johnny”, I said when he was drinking his chamomile tea. “What’s on your mind? ” I took him a bit by surprise.

“What do you mean? “ he asked.

“I mean you need something. All this time we know each other you smile and you are friendly, and I thank you for that, but the truth is that you were checking me out.

“You never flirt the tops they fuck you, you are friendly of course with them but always distant, you don’t share data about your life and your name is not John but its Stephan…“

I had seen a bill for the electricity stuck with a magnet on the fridge.

“Which It is ok by me. You have every reason to protect your privacy, just next time you bring someone you don’t know, be a bit more careful and not leave traces around… but to let you know… I will continue to call you John… ”

He blushed. “John is fine with me… And sorry… you deserved to know my true name at least.”

I smiled my way. The father figure way that I carry only to certain occasions. And he was still a good guy. There are certain truths that you don’t share easily specially with people you meet in parties sharing loads and poppers. He got more relaxed.

“So you were checking me out to see if you can trust me and then you brought me to your place to see if I fit and then you asked me to sleep as for a test to see how safe you can be when you are vulnerable. Isn’t that right? “

Now he was really speechless… “Damn you are good… what is your job you said? “

“Look kid I am a cumdump. But I am a really good one. One of the best you will ever encounter. And I guess I have been wandering in those steep hills of depravity quite a long time to recognize the whatever hidden agendas… And you are right. I like you… so you have no reason to feel awkward as long as you are not keeping me in the dark with your true intentions. So what’s up? “.

He had a last zip of the tea. He looked at me like a boyscott ready to start an adventure. And then he spelled it out.

“I have my birthday next Saturday. I want to celebrate it with a bang. I want to become a hole. A true hole like the one you see in the creampie gangbang porn films. Where one man after the other enter the room get hard shove it in give the load and then go. But I can not do it alone. And It is not something I can ask from any of my friends without them freaking out… So I had to find someone who can understand and not judge and with whom I can feel safe when and if the door opens and the cocks start pouring in…”

What a great way to celebrate the new decade. He was waiting for my response.

“Tops are a bit possessive. Bottoms are easier to trust… “ he continued.

Well I guess he has a point. But all these stereotypes are a bit dated. Or maybe I am dated. I had to give an answer. Stood up and went to pee. I needed some time to gather my thoughts. The kid was brave. Braver than what I used to be twenty years ago. That’s for sure. He was washing the dishes. I took the towel to dry them. My voice was firm. Damn I could be a decent Top using that voice.

“OK… but you need some training for that particular night. We have a week. If you are to become a hole you wish than you will have to slam hard and go to the zone…Do not look at me like I am any wizard. I know you slam kiddo… Look at your arms. No matter how good you cover them with make up I can see your small scars. Look I love being close to a chem slam hole. So… yes I can do what you are asking me…. Be by your side and make sure you get not into trouble and you won’t get robbed from your nice silverware. But to do so you have to follow my orders. With ‘no buts and no ifs’… and most important ‘no secret agendas’... I am I clear?

“ He shook his head and then gave me that smile.

Damn kiddo… what a beautiful smile….

yeap guys... Hamser here... 

 thanks for the positive comments...

By the end of the weekend there will be another chapter...

It is not exactly a porn thing what i put in words and damn writting in engish which is not my native language can be a kind of a task  .... but definately it is a journey... too much of a lonely journey  i guess... and yes sex is yhere., chems are there and i guess i am in there... 

Thank you for reading my "Strangers"chapters so far and also want to thank the breedingzone guys who have theis specific forum platform so that peope like me have the chance to reach out, explore the Inferno i... and  attempt to "tame" the demons... 

In the van... not much talk.

The Bulgarian speaks shitty english... he has the fly open and his huge dick is hanging hard... I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. But he said.

“i want ass not mouth”

and I want your ass slammed with cum before I fuck you...”

The motel was about 30 minutes drive... and the whole 30 minutes he was hard. About 23cm and fat... I was scared from what was schelduded for me in that motel but on the other hand I was way too excited. I had given my hole for two nights of breeding and slamming to all the truckers that he had arranged... He had promised no harm but I would collect all the cum no matter how old ugly small or big... and the slam doses were going to be big..really big...

Since I couldn't really touch the drivers dick I just sat at my seat thinking... I have to confess something. I don't like the silence of my thoughts. That is why I like chems I guess. When I Slam all my focus goes that at my asshole and the sliding cock. All my being my energy my whole ME is focused there... No need to think of any thing else but the internal need of getting bred. I let my body to be conquered by the feeling of the seed when it starts to flood my hole. I so eagerly submit to the need of receiving of a male hard cock... even a soft cock... as long as it is in me … raw... bare... The moment I surrender to this instict I connect with my salvation... my religious beleid my Non God.... my death... my immortality...

Yeap this 30 minute drive in a van sitting with a bulgarian driver with a 23cm hard cock who was not letting me touching him gave me time to ask my self the one and only question:

Am I going to see my Vicking all that was it... He gave up tired of my sluttiness like all the others before him... Did I scare him ? For how long I can continue the hunt... is this really me? A slammed cumdump getting filled with stangers' cum... Would I ever be loved for what I am ? Do I deserve to be loved? Or I will spend the rest of my days hiding from the world … doing sex trips around Europe and slamming alone before I open the door so that I wont scare the dude who few minutes later will sperm my ass...

It is not easy to connect with others when you are a slammer and a cumdump... There is so much paranoia around... I guess I am paranoic too. but this damn silence of my thoughts when it happens like for example on this 30 minute drive to Inferno probably is the reason why I still can function between the two worlds... the real world and the Tina world...

It is not easy... but part of the reason why I can still balance on the thin rope is that I understand the moment. And now the moment is to get out of the car.

We arrived. The Inferno motel is Next to the highway North. The parking was not empty. More than a dozen huge track were there. No idea if there were for me or not.

The Bulgarian put his still hard dick inside the zipper and told me to follow.

He collected the key from the receptionist. The room was on the far left on the ground floor.

A big double bed. A sling. A small sofa... And a stack of towels. He was well prepared indeed. As was I as well. In my back pack I had my towel and my kit. I had brought a fifty euro that I was going to hide inside my shoe. But even that was taken care off. There was a trunk with a key so I could put my things there … yes everything was set.

The Bulgarian dude showed me where the bathroom was and made a funny gesture showing me his butt telling in his own way that I have to clean... I did... I spent 15 minutes cleaning up my ass... and setting my mind ready for the night. No more silence. No more thoughts. No more ifs and whys. I had a mission to accomplish and a slam to take... I had to make my self turn the key to the slut mode... Piece of cake...

When I finished with all my showers and flushings of the water and felt my ass clean then I went back to the room.

A porn was playing on the big TV. Straight creampie gangbang porn. And the Bulgarian was naked. His dick the hardest I had seen. On the table read there was a small plastic rope some white Cotton and a bottle of white alcohol next to four syrignes.

He asked me lay on the sling. And when I did he secured my legs. Then he called on his phone. While I waited he took something from his big bag. Red pillow cases. With them he covered all the lamps. Even the one on the ceiling. There was a a knock on the door. The receptionist. They talked bulgarian while the receptionist got his clothes off... Thin around sixty, bald... but with an uncut soft cock that was hanging to his knee.

He took from his pocket a plastic rope as well and came to me. He kissed me while he took my arm. The other did the same too... Two arms two slams... and no idea how strong the doses might be.

The cotton on the skin then a small breath while I flet the pin of the syrigne entering...

Flash and then push... and then.... yeah... the cough...

What a buzz... Never felt anything like that. I lost sight for few seconds and when I opened my eyes feeling lube spreading around my hole. It was the receptionist. And then the put some around his huge hard cock... I had never see a cock that big. EVER. He played a bit with my hole and then slowly he entered all the way. His partner approached with the rope and the syrigne. He tied at the receptionist arm and he slammed him smooth. The light from the room was red from the pillow cases but I was sure I saw the red flash before the injection.. And that sight made me come without even touching my self.

The receptionist felt my spinster I guess the moment that the chems entered his blood because I heard a lions roar. He came too. But that didn't stop him. He didn't lose his erection at all... he started banging me sliding in my hole using his cum as lube. And he came again... And again. In ten minutes on my own slam state of time he came four times, releasing the same roar each time. From the corner of my eye I saw his friend slamming him self as well... I heard the cough. The receptionist turned his head and saw the other Bulgarian setting down to the table the empty syrigne... He came out of my ass and went to the other guy and kissed him...

How beautiful they both were kissing each other and licking the blood from the arm... Then my Driver came to the sling and spit on me … and bang he entered... Damn that was a thick cock...

He fucked with speed.... His eyes were closed and he was muttering to words I had no idea what they were about … but I could recognize the lust... and the slams … and the feeling of his cock on my cummy hole. He came... He filled my ass with piss as well. He left my ass and the receptionist took his place. A bit softer . I love when a soft big cock enters me and finds the target all the way...

Specially when my ass is prelubed with cum and piss... And there he was... he pissed in me also... A buzz with chem piss... Yes... that was heaven...

For some time the played that way. Entering cumming pissing.. entering cumming pissing... The slams started to ware off...

The helped me get out from the sling and took me to the bathroom. The sat me on the seat made sure that I was ok and told me to clean up and have a shower. The Inferno gangbang party officially was going to start in thirty minutes an hour...

I was happy... Yes... I was happy....

On 7/9/2017 at 1:14 AM, whthole4u said:

PART 4: I had not even been in DC for a week and here I was ready to be a gangbang-train run-slut whore-raw bottom for any dick that paid $20 at the city’s biggest sex party. If my friends could only see me now - HA! Garrett - my new landlord/employer/fuck buddy led me to the warehouse/parking garage he owned where the sex party was going to be. We stopped in an alley between the warehouse and a few apartment buildings that faced Rhode Island Ave. He leered at me, held out a brown bottle of coke, had me sniff up, then asked, “WANT A QUICK LOAD UP THAT ASS BEFORE WE GO IN? BEFORE YOU BECOME THE QUEEN - APOLOGIES - THE KING OF SPEED BREEDING? IS THAT ASS READY?” Garrett’s ugly troll dick spewed thick sludge like a sewer pipe and I was tempted to ask if I could stay there in the alley to get fucked, but sighed when he insisted we go on in. The place seemed deserted, but as we walked towards the front, I saw people setting things up - running wires, stocking basic bars, dumping bags of ice into chests full of cans of beer, and more. Garrett explained as he gave me the grand tour, “These parties started out small. Some little basement up off Florida Ave, but after I bought this place, I offered to go in as a partner with the guy who does most of the organizing, and it didn’t take long to literally blow up. This is a warehouse/old parking garage, so lot’s of great spaces to use. We get all the DC queens, but guys come in from Virginia, down from Maryland and Baltimore, fuck we even have some die hards from Philly who come spend the weekend. There’s music, drinks, places to sit and chill and smoke or snort like that area with the couches - and this bed - one of my prize finds - gets a lot of action, but most of it is for show. You get a few die-hard sex hounds who enjoy fucking in front of everyone. Just like that tub over there by the bathroom - that’s for the piss pigs. This is the one night you can find the leather men from the Eagle, the sweater queens from JR’s, the dance queens from Southwest, the street trade from the Fire Place, the sleazy boys from the Green Lantern, all mingling in one place.”

 

A few of the men setting up paused to look at us as we walked by. A couple smiled in a way I would come to learn meant they wanted some raw ass and were down for anything quick and dirty. Garrett clearly knew everyone, but was focused on the tour. I was impressed, even more so when he said, “I clear more money just from the door charge than most of the bars in Dupont do in two weeks. Add in the drinks and other ‘extras’ and that’s another four weeks easy.” I tried to quickly run the numbers in my head and while I did not know what total sales were for all those bars, I knew about what Garrett pulled in at the one where I met him where he was majority owner - damn! We walked up a ramp to an area where there was basically nothing and Garrett explained, “This is the ‘back room’. No lights get turned on up here. There’s a little ambient light from those top windows, but barely enough to see your hand in front of your face. For those guys who can’t loosen up to play around down below, they eventually find their way up here. I know more than one sweater queen who got more than he bargained for when he wandered into the wrong group of guys fresh from the Eagle up here.”

 

I asked if he was worried about the cops raiding the place or anyone getting seriously hurt. “No, not really,” Garrett said. “I know all the cops around here and several of them will work security for the party when they are off duty. I also have a few other guys who wander around, keeping an eye on things, and if on the rare chance someone doesn’t like what is happening fuck this place is crawling with people so easy enough to step away.” My mouth must have been hanging open as I stared around at the ‘back room’, the stains on the floor, imaging all the cum and man sweat that would be shot in here soon. Then I asked, “If you have all this, then why would anyone pay for Speed Breeding? I mean, it sounds like there is plenty of ass here if people want it.” Garrett handed me the bottle of cocaine as he lit a cigarette and shook head, “Yeah, of course. But like I said, a lot of what happens is just looking, touching, a quick suck here and there. People come for the ‘possibility’ of the taboo - few actually have the balls to jump into the deep end. That’s why I have Speed Breeding. True, it’s a little extra cash, but for a lot of guys, all the drinking, teasing, and stimuli would leave them so frustrated they would never come back so I make sure they can get a release. Speaking of - get on your knees and suck my dick while I finish my smoke.” I was slobbering his dick, jacking mine, silently begging for him to shoot in my mouth. He flicked his cigarette butt against the wall, stepped back, I asked, “Can you cum?” He laughed and said, “Not yet. But I will - maybe. You know there’s going to lots of pretty young ass prancing around here tonight and I do so enjoy corrupting the innocent.”

 

Back down on the main level we worked our way through the various areas being set up to the other end of the warehouse/parking garage. Garrett pointed back the way we had come, “Down at the end closer to 15th Street is where cars would enter and that side door is where everyone comes in. Always good to have a line out front as no one wants to go in someplace that’s dead. I also will have porn playing down there just off to the side so that as people come in they hear the sounds of sex. Make them think there is a lot going on. I first tried having the VIP area down there and the Speed Breeding, but works out better this way. Just up there - the end closer to the 14th Street - is the EXIT. This is the VIP area …” Garrett held the door open to what appeared to a couple of old offices. The windows had been covered with black paint. It was very dim and already smoky as the guys doing the set up were all smoking. The guys were all eye candy too and seemed to represent the various groups from a guy in chaps to a preppy guy and more. Through the next room was a door that led into a hall and on each side of the hall was another office. The windows facing into the hall had been painted black. There was a small bed in each room, stacks of paper towel rolls, a garbage can, a small ice chest, a chair, a small TV playing porn with a stack of porn videos beside it, an ashtray, a mirror for cocaine and a few straws, poppers, an assortment of bottles of lube - but clearly absent - no condoms. What I assumed was a closet was actually a toilet and hand basin. “These are the Speed Breeding rooms,” Garrett explained. “While folks may want sleazy, for $20 they expect more than a corner with a shower curtain hung up in front. The process is simple. I have a guy who sits at the hall door at the front there. He collects the money and the men walk into whatever room is free. There is no choosing - they get whatever ass is available - yours or C.O.’s boy. When you shut the door, there is a red bulb that turns on in the hallway and in the room and a timer starts. They get 5 minutes. When the timer runs out both lights go off. My guys will give them a few seconds to get dressed, but then they will open the door if the have to and send them on their way. They can do whatever they want for that 5 minutes - have you tell them a nursery rhyme for all I care, but the goal is to get them to have fun and let loose - literally.”

 

I nodded, understanding. Garrett reminded me, “Remember it’s all about the taboo, the risk. Some guys may want it totally dark - some may want you to suck them first - but 5 minutes goes by awful fast. See that lit box under the red bulb? That’s an old flip timer my electrical guy installed in both rooms - got it from a bank or something. It will count down from 5 minutes so you can keep an eye on the time and speed things along if you need to. Here - let me show you.” Garrett closed the door, the red bulb went on casting a devilish glow, and the timer started to count down from 5:00 with a CLICK as the metallic number tabs turned and the gears whirred; 4:59 CLICK; 4:48 CLICK; 4:57 - fuck that was going to get annoying. Garrett pointed at the timer, “5 minutes to get your ass loaded. Most of the guys will blow in 30 seconds, but if you feel like a guy is not there, ease off, wait out the timer, tell him to circle back around and you will be happy to given him another 5 minutes - for another $20 of course. Be that naked, hungry cum dump I know you are and work those fucking dicks and get their loads. A few rules:

• If you need to let any of it out, use the toilet there but tell my guys you need a minute, leave the door open and make it quick;

• Same if you need to snort some lines, drink, or whatever;

• Don’t drink anything unless it’s from a can you opened and don’t let it sit around so no one slips anything into it - same with the cocaine;

• There’s a box by the door for TIPS right by the chair and whatever gets put in there is extra and for you only;

• See the walls here? They only go up to 7-feet so everything that goes on in here can be heard in the main VIP room - faintly - but it can be heard - so the sounds of fucking will get you more dick for sure;

• The first few hours may be a little slow but things will really start picking up by midnight and then it gets balls crazy from there until 4:00 AM when we have to ‘technically’ close;

• Don’t leave the room. I need you boys here the whole time;

• I will have a guy at the other end of the hall so when the men are done fucking, he guides them out that way as the next ones come in the front. They can leave if they want, or come back, or go back to the main event. With your ass I expect you will have a few repeats as I always get a couple perverts - like myself - that hits its early and then again later; and

• Finally, if you feel for any reason that something’s not right like the guy is too drunk, or gets rough - not play rough, but you know like want to hurt you rough, or anything at all you just holler and both my guys will be in here in seconds. The doors don’t lock.

 

“Give me your keys to the house and anything else you got on you. OK, Any questions?” Garrett asked as he lit a cigarette and absently stroked his bulging troll dick through his pants. I stepped to the door, pulled it open slightly, the red light shut off, the timer whirred and clicked back to 5:00, I shut the door firmly, the red light came back on, CLICK, the timer started. I stepped over to Garrett, unzipped his pants, and started sucking his dick like my life depended on it. “OH JESUS,” he said as he guided my head with his left hand while holding his cigarette in his right. I had not swallowed his cum before and I wanted to taste it - to taste that dirty semen and to have his cum coating my throat for the rest of the night. “SWALLOW THAT FUCKING LOAD - SWALLOW IT ALL - GET EVERY DIRTY DROP - OH CHRIST!” Garrett proclaimed. A few more contractions of my mouth and I eased back, stood up, wiped the spittle and dick juice from the corners of my mouth, looked at the timer - 2:15 - then to Garrett and asked, “Feel better?” He just shook his head, sighed as he stuffed his dick back in his pants, “Ah the eagerness of youth,” he said as if that explained everything. His load was ashy, earthy, sour, and thick and I told myself I wanted more of that sometime too, but now time for business. I followed Garrett as he completed one last walk around. There was just under an hour before they would open the doors and start letting guys in. He introduced me to the host of the event, several of the guys who worked there, and then about 30 minutes out C.O.’s boy Kip showed up. There was just something about Kip. We didn’t click the first time I met him and not then either. I did smile though knowing I had pleased his pimp, C.O., and thinking about the BBC gangbang C.O. had taken me to and then him fucking me in Garrett’s backyard made me horny as hell and raring to go. I stepped away from the group, turned into a corner, did a huge snort out of the brown bottle and told Garrett I was going to go get ready.

 

The music had cranked up, voices were louder, sounds of a party wound and weaved through the warehouse/parking garage to where I was near the VIP section. The big guy sitting out front collecting the $20 fee didn’t give me his name, but seemed nice enough, told me he would take care of me, and I could not help but eye the bulge in his crotch. The guy who sat at the back end looked like C.O. at first - rough, street looking dude - and in the dim light I could see he was tall, stocky, and the small glare from his smoke showed a full beard. As I approached he got off his stool, towering over me, set his cigarette in an ashtray placed on another stool beside him and said, “May I help you?” He then looked up the hall to the front and I turned and saw Kip leaning out of his room who then yelped and ducked back in. “I just wanted to introduce myself,” I said, “I’m helping Garrett out and….” He didn’t take my offered hand and just noted, “I know who you are.” I turned to go, paused, then sort of stumbled back a step right into the man. I innocently turned my head as I slid my shorts down and quietly said, “No one’s around yet. You want to fuck me?” OK, I am usually not - OK, I am NEVER, that bold, but between the cocaine, the nutt in my ass from earlier, the taste of Garrett’s second load in my mouth, the anticipation of what was to come, I needed my hole poked. His calloused black hand came around my throat, pulled me tight against his body, his denim jeans doing nothing to hide the steel pipe shaft snaking down his right thigh, “YOU TEASING THE WRONG MAN BOY,” he growled, “I ONLY FUCK WHEN I KNOW IT’S ALL GOING IN - EVERY INCH - ASS OR PUSSY - EITHER ONE AND IF THAT MEANS MAKING THAT SHIT BLEED AND TEARING YOU OPEN TO GET IT, I WILL. I AIN’T PLAYIN. I TAKE WHAT’S MINE. ANOTHER TIME, ANOTHER PLACE, YOU’D BE SCREAMING YOUR REGRETS RIGHT NOW. BUT MY MAN’S BEEN GOOD TO ME AND MINE SO I’M NOT FUCKING WITH HIS SHIT. TONIGHT’S HIS BUSINESS AND YOU NEED TO DO YOUR PART AND I’LL DO MINE.” With a grunt he released me, sat back down on the stool, picked up his smoke, and smiled at me through the haze. I boldly reached out and ran my fingers up and down the dark outlines of his manhood and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle my business. But when the party’s over, I may need someone to walk me home.” With that invite hanging - along with his ginormous BBC - I went down the hall to my Speed Breeding room, got naked, sat on the bed, snorted a few lines of cocaine, jacked my dick, put some porn on and waited for my first John.

 

I was lost in a movie when the light grew dimmer, the door closed, the red bulb turned on and the timer started - CLICK. The man was short, balding, paunchy, had on glasses, and leered at me with a snaggle toothed smile. I smiled back. I stood up, bent over the bed, and he said, “Oh no, no no. Kiss me.” What? I turned and looked at him. His physical looks didn’t really bother me - hell as a bottom the ‘ugliest’ tops were some of the best fucks - but this guy was effeminate too. It took me a second to remember the saying the guys in Texas used to blurt, “HE OPENED HIS MOUTH AND A STRING OF PEARLS FELL OUT!” or some shit like that. I just was not into fem guys. Clearly I had discovered I had few limits, and a broad range of men I would let fuck me, but this? This was too much. CLICK - the fucking timer. I looked at him, the mirror full of coke, snorted some lines, stood up, and leaned down and kissed the little man as he touched my dick. I had to be the aggressor and slid my tongue between his small, dry cracked lips. He moaned - CLICK. I reached down to touch his dick, “No, no, no. Kiss me.” OK, whatever. Back to his mouth - CLICK. My tongue darted in his mouth. I reached up and held his head - CLICK. I flicked my tongue side to side and up and down - CLICK. He moaned. I added some spit - CLICK. I explored his teeth - CLICK. He pulled back and shook, shivered, and had a small convulsion. Fuck was he having a heart attack? A dark stain appeared on the front of his Khakis. Damn - he just blew his load! The man turned, yanked the door open, and scurried down the hall like a rabbit with a fox on its tail. The big black man - fuck I still didn’t know his name, calmly pushed the EXIT door open, the small man hurried through, then the door was shut. I waved for the black guy to come to the room as I furtively looked to the front and saw the guy who took the cash but no one else waiting. “What the fuck was that?” I asked. The black guy looked at my white skin, reached out and circled my pink nipple as he licked his lips. He smiled. I crossed my hands over my chest and said, “What? Now you want to fuck me?” He just shook his head and went back to his post.

 

I snorted some more coke and waited. The door to my room was slightly further down the hall than Kip’s. I heard his door open, a man walk by who looked at me and smiled as he slicked his hair back and left. Kip’s door closed. OK, tonight was not off to a great start. I didn’t have to wait long for my first load:

• The next guy that came in was a little drunk for sure, but had a nice, thick uncut dick and like Garrett predicted, he cummed in my ass within about a minute of sticking it in. I had barely lubed my hole up before he got behind me, shoved, pumped, and spurted.

• A few more guys came through, each much like the last, nothing special to remember except hot nutt in my ass and not one of them asked about safe sex, or a condom, or status.

• The next guy though - fuck I had to stop and sort several lines of cocaine just to deal with him. Fucking high maintenance. He wanted more light, less light, not that video, did I have condoms, how many loads had I taken? What was my status? Did I know the importance of safe sex? I barely saw his dick before the timer stopped - thank God. When he left I motioned to the guy taking the money and told him, “I will not deal with that asshole again.” That’s all I had to say.

• More coke, more raw dick, more cum. The music seemed louder, the voices sharper, the shadows darker - damn I was fucked up. Sad though as I barely felt the fucks. I mean nothing against the guys at all, all seemed like nice dicks, but nothing so special that it cut through the high, made my ass ache after, or made me wish I was theirs to take home.

• That all changed when he walked in. HOLY SHIT! WHAT WAS HE DOING HERE? I had just finished using the closet toilet and wiped the man spooge out of my crack when I sat back on the bed, snorted some lines, and looked up. He walked in, shut the door, unbuttoned his pants and with them around his ankles turned around and stopped - it was one of my friends. One of the guys I had stayed with when I first came to DC. His eyes got wide - he mumbled and fumbled trying to pull his pants up. I stepped over to him, he stood up, I grabbed his dick and stroked and asked, “You trying to fuck or what?” So the backstory recap on why this was weird:

• • The guy who just walked in - I will call him Mr. M - he and I were bar friends, pool table buddies. Nice guy. Big executive in a multinational company, but married and just ‘coming out’. Sort of.

  • Mr. L - who would become his lover - was someone we all met the same night at the bar. He was new to the neighborhood, we asked him to play pool with us, he and Mr. M spent the night together and the rest was wedded bliss.

  • Well things got weird when Mr. M asked me to let Mr. L have one of the spare rooms at my house. He was living in a bad place, had to get out ASAP. Sure, no problem. Well when Mr. L moved in we became friends, sort of best friends I thought.

  • Mr. M seemed a little jealous at times and even once accused me (while at the bar drunk) of sleeping with his new lover Mr. L - which never happened. We were friends. Not my type. I was helping someone out in need, blah blah blah.

  • Anyways, things were just always a little weird after that. Mr. M and Mr. L became a hot power couple, moved to DC, we kept in touch, when my life went to hell they invited me to stay with them but Mr. M always still seemed a little surly.

  • Now here I was, buck-naked and Mr. M had his dick hanging out. They always said they were monogamous, but fuck - I didn’t give a shit. If he was here, he wanted to fuck. I spit in my hand, pressed Mr. M against the wall as I pushed back on his dick and rode his shaft for all I was worth. It took me close to 4 minutes, but he cummed in my ass then quickly wiped his dick off and left. HA!

• I watched Mr. M practically run out the back door. The black guy at the back looked at me - I looked up front and no one was watching - I stepped into the hall, bent over and spread my cheeks so he could see the fresh load of cum coating my ass pussy. I smiled and walked back into the room, his low growl echoing over the music and sounds of the party.

• The next few hours were a bit of a blur - too much cocaine. There was a guy who I thought must have been homeless from his stink but he had a huge dick that stretched me good, so I was happy. A couple jock Daddy types who seemed to enjoy fucking rough. Another dude who insisted I find a condom and finally I flung the door open and shoved him into the hall - end of that.

 

Overall the night was OK - not great - but OK. Frankly I had a much better time at the BBC gangbang a few nights prior. Those men were ALL well hung. They fucked with no strings, no drama, and all they wanted was a raw hole to cum in. Drugs, drink, smoke, all on deck along with balls to the wall hardcore fucking. The VIPs at this sex party were just a bit too tame and vanilla for my tastes. Yeah I looked the vanilla part, and could play a JR’s ‘sweater queen’ on TV, but inside I was more of an Eagle slut, or BBC hood slut. I heard there was a bar called Bachelor’s Mill where the BBC went, but the BBC there were only into black holes – not pink ones. Sigh! Garrett was in the tiny doorway of the closet toilet. He handed me a wad of bills and smiled, “From your TIP box,” he said. I blushed, took the cash, not sure exactly where to put it so handed it back to him and said, “Can you…..” Another voice interrupted us as a black hand snatched the cash, took the keys to my apartment Garrett was holding, and as Garrett stepped back, smiling like the twisted fucker he was, the black guy I had teased earlier filled the doorway and said, “HIS PARTY IS OVER. MINE IS JUST BEGINNING. YOU READY FOR SOME BBC SLOW, DEEP, ROUGH BREEDING? NONE OF THIS SPEEDY SHIT - I PLAN TO TAKE MY TIME OPENING THAT ASS PUSSY UP AND FILLING YOU WITH NICCA NUTT”

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“Who are you?”

He was drinking his coffee… evening… In our timetable almost dawn…

I got fucked by almost 40 men on the ping pong table… until dawn the wolves were fed… sister moon should be pleased from the sacrificed lambs …three double slams… he took me to the sauna where we had spent a night few days ago… he fucked me under the shower stall… made me kneel and drank piss from three different men including the janitor of the sauna… then took me to the same 212 private room, where he gave me another slam and fucked me again … three loads, a piss inside and another load from the janitor again… yes… the slut in me is satisfied but still wired…

We had light dinner at the sauna bar… pasta with tomato sauce for me… a hot dog for him… then we went back to the room where we had a light siesta… we cuddled… his cock stayed in me all the time while he snored lightly… I couldn’t sleep… maybe nod for few minutes but that was all…  the slams were keeping me excited… I had water beside… I was drinking without taking his cock out… Yeap. I have my moves… all cumdumps should have their own “sheet music” moves to keep the Top happy and satisfied, even without him knowing exactly what you do or how you do it… what matters is the result… the cum in your ass, the smile on the Top’s face, his snore on the bed next to your ear… those are all what matter…

After the siesta in 212 sauna room, we came back in the café… a towel around our waist. Relaxed… like two friends who just happened to meet in a friendly all male environment… But relaxed we weren’t. Somehow, talk was a bit awkward between us… he would fuck me, make me a cumdump, slam my veins, piss on me, piss in me, share my hole with other fuckers, recharge me with poz loads, but words were not easy… Probably because of my thick accent … maybe it was his Viking accent… To be honest I could find poetry in his voice but I guess he could find only uncomprehensive mumble from my part after all the slams he was giving me. I do not blame him… a cumdump on a sling or on a ping pong table or kneeling on a bed in front of an open sauna door is not truly expected to carry any kind of logic apart from the self destructive mode… the hole offering to any cock doesn’t make any sense… and I am the one who definitely loses any kind of logic when the flash registers and the chems floats in my blood… no I am not going to ask for reason … or for words… so I won’t be bitchy for his awkward silence… It just happened that it was the first time I felt awkward… the other times the silence between us was sexy… now while he was drinking his coffee and me drinking my lemonade I had the feeling that the silence had its own weight… its own significance.

“Who are you…”

“You know who I am, what I am, and what I do in here… I am a cumdump… a damn tourist … a slam junkie… a servant to your cock or any other cock you tell me to… a poz cum seeker…”

“And is there something you want to be or it is just a phase… a fantasy trip… a kind of a two week vacation… “

I had to be careful on my answer… we were ready to cross the borders where fuck talk was becoming real people’s talk, even if we were wearing just towels around our waist.

“It has started as a long weekend vacation. I was supposed to get fucked by a cock … any cock on the dark basement we met… The slam was an extra bonus on that night… even with that I am content… but somehow things took another path… and the one night stand has become a kind of journey… And I have to thank you for that… the journey you took me was and is more than what I expected…”

Damn his eyes and damn his silence …

“This is not true life, you know it?”

“I have lived every minute of our meeting in truthiness” was my answer…

“Do you think you are capable of leaving everything behind and become a full time cumdump?”

It is a question that somehow I knew it was coming… SO it was my time to wear my Poker face mask…

“Full time cumdump for you or for someone else?” I asked hoping to avoid the answer.

“Any…”

“No… not for any… the way I connected with you I do not connect with anyone… My journey has to do with you… If it was not you I would be already back on the plane doing what I know best… be a man with a proper id, proper work, proper life, proper mask. But you see I am in the sauna getting fucked by anyone, getting slammed in double doses, and drinking lemonade. And all that because of you… Simple as that…”

“For me you are still a cumdump …”

“I know but the question is am I just another cumdump for you?”

The silence again… maybe I took it too far… maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t … If I hadn’t taken all these chems probably I would have kept my tongue… but I was wired… maybe even tired from keeping everything in balance… his and mine as well… enough from silence … enough from poker face.

“That is a good question which I do need to answer you.. after all I owe you at least this… and here is how I will find the answer… “

He drank one more zip from his coffee…

You rememebr the guy who fucked you after the second double slam…

I had my eyes shut with a piece of cloth so I couldn’t see him but I remembered that there was this guy with a really thick cock who came in me three times without even getting out from my hole.. yes… thick and hairy…

“Yes, I remember the fucker…”

“He is Bulgarian. He loves loading cumdumps and chem whores… he seems to be impressed by you . He keeps a motel with whores… male and female. Called Inferno… His customers are truckers, losers, junkies, homeless people… poz sluts… you name it… it is all there… He was impressed by your performance on the ping pong table… So he asked me to ask you if it is ok to hire you for a few days…  he will provide all the chems all the cock.. everything a cumdump like you desires…

“And what about you?”

“No I am not included in the deal. You go there you are all alone… no safety net… from the moment you are there you will take all the loads… you will take all the slams.. isn’t what you any cumdump would have asked for?”

“Do you want me to go?”

“I would love to see you take everything and everyone but since I am not included I have to admit it is a bit weird… In any other case I would just feel relieved. I am not used to have a second person at my place or share my cumdumps the way I did the last days… So I need to take some distance and think… and see where I stand and see where you satnd and what lies ahead… “

“Fair enough…” I said and I had another zip from my lemonade.

“If I go, am I going to see you again after all this Inferno thing?”

“That is a question I am not able to give right now… when I share I share in my own terms… I am present to the scene… Now this is completely new thing. Let’s say that in someway I am excited by the idea but in some other way I am furious by the idea… I feel territorial and that makes me angry not towards you but towards me .. I am angry with my self. I overestimated my control abilities…”

It was our first talk… our first real talk… our first real true talk. And we were both exhausted.

“Ok tell me what’s the deal”

“Ok the deal is that you go… It is your duty as a cumdump… a test to your limits… And while you are there I will test my limits. And see if your presence is important to me or you are just another slamming whore like the rest I can fuck in any sling…”

“Fair enough” I said. I could see logic… and I could see a sadness behind this bargain.

“Till then I need more cum in my ass” I continued… “let’s go and fuck some more… And there is some Tina for three more slams. I want you to slam when you are in me… look the janitor. He wants more of my ass. Let’s write on the blackboard that the 212 whore is looking for loads… and let’s spend the night like that… like the way we know … because after this night all will be changed… nothing will be the same… for better or for worse…. After Inferno nothing will be the same…”

And yes the bulge under his towel started to grow again. My Viking was back to his old self. A hunter looking to recharge my hole… a slammer looking to feed my veins… yes my kind of guy… Inferno could wait… at least for one more night…

Laying low for two days… My stay in the city has prolonged. He told me “stay” and I just stayed. Usually when someone tells me “stay”, I run… But I am the last who should complain. I know that I am not the right boyfriend material type. I never was and I never will.

“Your quality is your total command of the moment… Even when you spin you are tottaly aware of the situation and the environment… and so easy to adapt. You could be a top…”

“No thanks” was my answer and he laughed. That was the new spice… He was laughing more… more relaxed… nn a way that a top feels like he doesn’t need to give exams every time to any loser or self- centered bottom… Sometimes I feel that the loneliness of a Top is more heavier than of a tweaker bottom’s, like me, who doesn’t give a shit if he has an erection or not. The bottom’s role is to provide the hole for a cock to unload. The top’s to provide the cock… Life should be simple. But what is simple? Sex is not simple. And sex on chems and slamming make it even more complicated. Too much paranoia… too much of a scene that can go wrong… too much drama… And the drama usually unfolds after the second session… when reality and the real character comes to the surface. When the beast is fed and the beast needs to rest and the beast needs to have a name and a house and a life, other than the dungeon and a bed other than the sling and the most important a washer and a drier to clean up the mess from the whatever session has just ended…

I am a cumdump. I am not a slave. I do not find pleasure from pleasing a Top by doing the domestic chores. But I am not ungrateful. I do stay back to help cleaning up the mess from the lube, the cum, the piss. or the bed sheets… People like that. And I have passed the test. I do not steal drugs or money or silverware… I never chit chat asking about other tricks and I provide the less information about tricks and joints…

Sir seems to like the way I command my silence. And I like the way he commands his… And it is easy for him to read me … I do not want to read him. He respects that I am not trying to out- smart him. But again he has seen the film again. As I said bottoms can be so mean and so self- centered and so territorial… I played the game once.. and I became no better… So now on this journey I want to become better. Less wounds and less words. So silence is part of my shield. My way of not hurt and not getting hurt. Some times it works and some times it doesn’t. With Sir I found myself that I want to make it work.

So I prolonged my stay. Packed my stuff from the hotel called home and work that I was not returning soon and went to his house.

He gave me time to heal the veins… heal the scars of the needles…  slept next to him… and no fuck … no piss… he was leaving in the morning around 9 am and was back at 1 pm… morning. I checked his library… Literature was there… Travel guides…  and the whole collection of Phil Andros’ novels … long ago before the whole internet shit Phil Andros was the James Bond of our tribe… And he cooked… I ate what was on the plate… simple food but tasty enough… I needed energy… for what was coming next…

The fourth night without sex he said… clean your self … tonight we have a full moon gathering…

I cleaned as he ordered… a good cumdump has to know how to rinse his insides and keep the ass hairless… I like things clean… even my breath… mints are always in my pocket… next to the fresh bottle of poppers…

He warned me… “You will be double slammed… you will be on your limits… you will be a peace of rug… There will be around 50 people… you will be bent over a picnic table… I will give you the slams… only me I will do the needles … but you will get the loads from anyone.. there will be three bottoms… all slam sluts like your kind… do not exchange pleasantries with anyone... your hole is what matters… if I hear a word other than “fuck me” the deal is off… and if someone tries to bite you or give you more pain you shout for me.. I will be around.. maybe fuck a cunt or two but I will be not far…

“Will you fuck me too?”…

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“No fuck or no slam is the same if you do not cum in me…”

“I will fuck you no worries but bitch… don’t dare to fall in love with me…”

I wanted to say don’t fall in love with me either but as I said I know when I have to stay mute…

The drive was about 45 minutes… We came to a trailer park… some tracks… some bikes… barrels with fire… Chilly but I knew I was shivering because of the anticiapation… I was like a lamp destined for sacrifice… We arrived in the center of a playground... A ping pong table… No one was there, only the two of us… But I could feel others presence… eyes were watching us… hungry eyes… I checked the moon … full moon alright… he took my clothes… and ordered me to bend over.. ropes… and a cloth over my eyes… I was bend over the pick nick table on the edge… my arms spread … my hole like an offering… I could feel the cold surface of the wooden ping pong table… couldn’t move… the arms secured… hole and mouth still available… I could hear the footsteps approaching… I felt the pricks of two needles entering the same time in both arms.. and then the push of the chem in my veins…  I coughed… Head spinning.. buzz… and a cock in my ass …. Spinning… and a cock in my mouth… and I became light so light I could fly… and there was some kind of chants… or maybe it was just moanings… no reason to make sense in what was happening… One more body next to me… the other bottoms arrived… yes the lambs were secured… the moon was satisfied… and the wolves ready to seed… One cock came in my ass… It took only four seconds before another one push its way in …

“Are you Ok bitch” I heard the Viking whispering in my ear…

“Say you love me and I will” I wanted to say but instead the only word I said was

“More”…

And at that very moment I understood… if there was God if there any kind of  ancient worship of Moon and Earth… then I was there for a reason… to feel connected with forces that are beyond of any understanding… My holes, my slams, my soul, where nothing more than offerings to something beyond of logic or understanding. My path is not a self-destructive one as I thought until now… No there is a reason behind everything … and the only way to full fill my destination is to take all the cum all the cock all the slams…

“Are you with me slut?” I heard my Viking ask as he bind both tourniquets… yes time for round two…

A cock inside stopped without getting out… just time for the slam to register…

I heard my voice say :

“More”…

And more I got…

I love slings… the way I float… the way my body is on the air… Expanding my self … becoming my true self when I am offering my hole… Three loads in my ass already… by three different men. Big thick uncut dicks.. Poz loads… pissfuckers… my kind of fuckers… A fourth man around his 60’s with a big gut is fucking me…Big uncut dick and a leather vest… He gives me his poppers.. I take a hit… nice buzz… he speeds faster and faster… But stops. Looks like he doesn’t want to cum yet… Not so easy…

“I want you slammed…”

Sir comes… Sir is near… he is always near… he films with the video-camera… He has promised no faces… and I trust him… In fact I asked him to show me some of the tapes he had on the black iron trophy closet and he was true to his word… No faces .. just cocks sperm points veins assholes guts and then more points…. No faces… All those anonymous ghosts... Servants of pleasure…

There is the tourniquet around my arm… so easy for him to find the vein … and how smooth the blood registers in the needle before he pushes it all back. And then the tourniquet is released… yes.. all is done how it should be… the cough … the buzz.. the rush… The man with the leather vest seems to like the way my ass is letting go... He picks up the tempo fucking me… It feels so right. It was a good slam and now my whole being is in that hole … and the thick cock that fucks me.

“Yes… let it go… that is the way I prefer my bitches… slammed and wasted… Take that dick… you like my dick?”

I nodded yes… But no words.. .I was in that space where words had no place… the dose was strong.. and nice… and he knew how to fuck… so yes… I guess I was happy… I was at the right place at the right time.. .with the right kind  of people… There, on the sling, getting random loads in my mancunt from unknown people, and offering my arms for more slams, was the reason, if there is a reason of my living… The way the guy was fucking me and most important the way he was staring me feeling the buzz, while he had stuck his thick cock in me I had the sense that his gaze was like a mirror. And thru that mirror I could see my self … a wasted slut on a sling … a starving ass for cum… a junkie for more meth… the right material of a fallen angel.. I felt beautiful…

“Thank you” I mumbled…

He didn’t hear me… or if he heard me he didn’t give a damn… I was a hole on a sling no more no less… And I loved it…

When he came I felt the cum… deep… and he came with a loud howl… the rest of the wolves approached… I don’t think that there is a better compliment for a chem slam bottom than having men fighting with their hard cocks who would be the next to seed the whores hole… It was one of those rear moments that I felt like I control the scene.. But maybe it was the chems that gave me this sense of power… Other times when I am getting fucked on a sling I feel so vulnerable so fragile. And others, like this one, is like a force hidden deep where only a good slam combined with a cock in the ass can release and expose to the world…

But my world was Sir’s basement… and the wolves were horny and the bitch on the sling was slammed… In the normal eyes this doesn’t seem a pretty world. But again what is normal. My eyes were so comfortable to the semidarkness of the dungeon. The red soft light in the two corners of the room gives this hellish atmosphere where everyone and everything happens like a slow motion… and the sounds of fucking.. the coughing… the moans the slapping of the naked bodies… the hiss of the tourniquet when it is released from the arm… that is my kind of music…

All  the senses where on alert. And when I am like this where even the slightest movement and sound gets noticed then I know that I am in the the zone of the true slam cumdump…

“Are you Ok?”

My Vicking is next to me… stroking my hair … there was sweat. I smile to him reassuring that all is fine.. that I am in peace… and the pounding that I get from this bearded 70year old man with the pierced huge cock is almost perfect… He touches my hole. My fucker doesn’t stop. He seems to like the attention. My hole is wet from cum. Sir gives me his fingers to taste the cum… So delicious.

“How many you’ve got...” He asked

“Not enough…”

“Yeah… that’s the response I wanted to hear… ready for a double slam?”

“Yes please…” I answered…

And there it was.. once again.. .this smile… this feeling that he cared… that he was proud of my sluttiness… that somehow there was a kind of a match that we suit to each other, that there here was a kind of a mystic communication… It is this delicate balance that we seem to make it work… He can sense that my journey as a sperm collector is more like a journey of the soul. Only my salvation and probably his probably is going to end in a messed up loneliness… But I made the bargain long ago… My path is chosen by me and only me… I welcome the co-pilots on this bumpy flight but there is only one truth. I am doomed… My only and true salvation is just seconds away, when Sir will return with the two points and the guy with the pierced dick will sperm my ass right in the moment when the buzz will start to take over my whole being. Nothing else matters…

Even in the semilights of the hellish dungeon you can find beauty. And right now on the sling while Sir ties up both the tourniquets around my arms, I know… He sees this Beauty, on me… Point.Flash.Push.Go…..

I woke up... Not in my room… I am at the Viking’s house… King-size bed… Linen…. Nice warm comforter… Puffy pillows… He is sleeping next to me… A light snoring… close to a whisper. I like it… His body is spooning next to mine. He kept me warm, he kept me safe, he kept me his…

That’s OK. The beast in me is fed.

After whoring my ass in the 212 bath house deluxe room and collecting 23 loads and 5 slams he had said:

“I can leave you here. On your knees like the whore you are… Getting even more loads… adding lines of marker of your back… or you can come with me, obeying my orders and be my boy until I release you from my keep…. You have 30 seconds to decide”.

It only took me three seconds to decide.

“I will come with you Sir”.

“Good. We go to my house. It is a test. If you steal from me I will know. If you do not behave with respect to my property you will be punished. If you try to harm me in any way I will kill you. And… I don’t fuck slam whores in my bed… You will sleep… I will sleep… maybe I’ll touch you… I may caress you… but I won’t fuck you. Not in my bed.”

We went to the showers together… Same stall under the running water… he helped me clean by rubbing my back from the marker’s prints… 23 lines…

“Clean your ass… I do not want your ass leaking diseased cum. I will wait for you at the counter. I will call for a cab. Don’t make me wait.”

I cleaned my ass… It was sore. The ass lips swollen… soft, but nice. Cum, lube, piss and water coming out from my hole… until I was clean… I must confess I was tired from the fucking and the slams… I checked my veins on my arms. The marks were there… My war medals from the last 36 hours… My heroic statement… I did good… He should have been proud.. I was a very well behaved chem slut. Didn’t lose my manners even after 5 slams… I didn’t mumble nonsense… On the contrary his orders were usually “Don’t hide in silence… Talk to me…”

And I talked… And I said everything… hmmmm… almost everything… and he seemed to understand… Probably because he could sense that I understood him as well… But when he told me he wanted to take me back to his house I have to say that he took me by surprise… I am used to be left alone in the a bathhouse room to wipe with the towel, or leaning on a tree at the park with my ass leaking from some stranger’s cum to put my trousers back on, alone again,  or on a chair in a porn theater taking a handkerchief and wipe the cum from my moustache, alone but not lonely… Because these are the rules of engagement.. You do what you have to do… you get fucked, you fuck, you take cum, you seed the whore, but… when the deed is done you leave… Alone. No prisoners taken. It is not a date. It is a fuck encounter. In a sauna you do not ask for a boyfriend material. You do not go hunting the slings to find your husband… You hardly want to see the face again of the man who saw the beast in you… Well sometimes you do… Sometimes you hope he will tell you “Can I get your number?” or “Can I see you again?” but I am not that kind of guy... I usually run… hide myself in my silence…. My boxes are so well organized… No room for leaks. Sex is sex. Work is work. Boyfriend material is found in a Concert House. Fuck buddies are found when I am hanging on a sling. Slam buddies are the secret garden of my existence.

I know how to control my boxes, how to make clear  borders and territories… where they start and where they end… Linen sheets in a double bed demand respect. So I know the importance of respecting Sir’s limits and expectations when he asked me to come and crush at his place.

In his blue grey eyes when he was pushing the needle with the chems in my arms, or when he was seeding my ass, or when he let others to breed me with sperm, or when he was marking my back with lines I felt he cared, some other times I saw contempt… some other times I even saw respect… but what I saw was not enough to expect his proposal to share the sleep…

In my poor slutty mind, sharing the sleep is the ultimate test… I can let others fuck me, breed me, slam me, piss in me, but I am in that Box…. The Box of the Cum Slut… The territory is known … I know what to expect and what is expected by a slam whore like me… But sleep in a stranger’s bed whom I met few hours ago? In his own bed? That is an unknown territory… The intimacy is a land where I do not visit often. It is tricky… Because when you wake up you become a man with identity. You have to say where you are from … what kind of job you do… the hobbies and the whole nine yard agenda that make us human. And to be human after 23 marks in your back, 7 slams and a face of a still hungry beast is another Box… Yes… there is always a price we pay for the borders and the territories…

Do I want to know who he is? Am I going to be disappointed by who he really is… Is he going to be disappointed by the real ME?

He opened his eyes… He caught me staring at him… The blue grey Viking eyes penetrating my soul.

“Do not look at me when I am not looking at you… Do not try to predict… and do not try to read me… Do you understand?”

“Yes sir” I said…  

“I need to piss. Follow me…”

He got up from the bed. Loved the way he walked over the wooden floor… Big bathroom….  White marble and big mirrors… led me to the shower…

“Put some soap in your ass…”

I did… and then leaned over the marble… The position of a whore… I am well trained…

My ass lips were swollen from the fucking of the previous hours so I must confess it was not easy to receive his cockhead at the very first seconds… And he was big… he was thick .. he was uncut… and fully erect… But I am a piss whore… A cumslut… I was not going to complain. All over the mirrors our reflection… two beasts connecting. Me, offering my hole … Him, with closed eyes concentrating and then losing his blender in my ass… Hot piss… I started feeling a slight buzz… chem piss… my kind of breakfast.

He started piss fucking me… Noises of piss escaping my ass… He seemed to enjoy it … Didn’t need poppers… didn’t need anything… Just his chem piss and the sight of our mating from the bathroom mirrors…

“Now, look at me fucking you under the light…. I give you the permission… And look at yourself… No dark rooms… no sauna slings… Look yourself in the mirror… A chem slut… A piss whore… That’s who you are… And now concentrate just in you.. not me… Do not look at me… I am just a cock in your ass… No more, no less… Look at you and only you… Damn, you are still tight… I am close to give you another poz load… Look at yourself… you hold too much… you ask for release and then you built walls and fucking defenses… I should have left you in that fucking basement…”

And he kept on fucking… telling me about what he has planned for me. About the room where he plays with the sling and the fuck bench, the new Tina he ordered… about the double slams he was going to prep for my veins… and the guests he has already invited to arrive in a few hours And he kept on fucking… And I saw myself in the bathroom mirror… piss squishing, escorted by his cum… deep in my inner walls… music in my ears indeed… And I thought…

“Yes, I am safe… I am still in the same Box… The same border…  the same territory…”

Room 212 … We took the deluxe room… Double bed… a sling and mirrors everywhere… We undressed, put our bags away, he took his small lap top and hooked in a bareback hooking up site…

“Go douche!” he told me.. “Take your time.. Go to the sauna, relax, wander  around… give me half an hour… I need to fix the points… and see if I can bring any of my friends at this part of the town…”

And I did as he ordered me… Went for a shower and cleaned myself  from the earlier piss and cum… After the slams in the bar and the earlier fucking from Sir and the Turk taxi driver, my body seemed to crave the hot water…

I was never comfortable in saunas… I was always feeling too exposed and couldn’t stand the competition with the other younger and piggier bottoms… Maybe it was my self-esteem that was low since I was not big in the cock department… or maybe it was because my butch looks were giving the wrong signal and people thought I was a Top… So in saunas there too much negotiation for my own taste… or somehow it was difficult to relax and be the slut that I wanted to be… But wisdom comes with age… The last few years I finally managed not to be that harsh with myself… I guess that since I was introduced to chem sex I left most of my defenses down… I started leaving my door open showing my ass for people to see… I stopped being too picky of who was going to fuck me… and I somehow became more aggressive in asking to be seeded … I came in terms with my demons… So be it.

The sauna was busy for a Sunday morning… The after hour club crowd… And some daddies… and some twinks… and some trolls… My kind of crowd… with red eyes… like wolves… hungry for more sperm… I looked myself in the mirror… yeap… it is me alright… the same thirsty me… Went to second floor… checked the rooms… Sluts like me waiting with their ass exposed… Men wandering… checking out for the best offer… I went to the cock-sucking maze… Few years ago I preferred to suck cock more than fucking… But like I said: Wisdom comes with age… I am now a cumdump… that is my true nature… to offer my hole for breeding and sperm… went and took a couple of mints… I wanted my breath fresh… got water for us… plenty of water… and then back to the 212 room…

Everything was set up… the small tray with the cotton and the points… the poppers… the lube… the blindfold…. the camera…

“You need to trust me…” he said…

“I do” I said and I kissed his lips while I grabbed his already hard cock…

“Get on all fours” he said… and I did…

He started to rim my clean hole… the way he was pushing his tongue in my ass was sending me to another dimension… the poppers helped as well… He was sucking my hole for ten minutes… and then I felt his cock teasing my asshole…

“Please fuck me…” I begged…

“I will … in time… you need to get ready… Stay… “

I stayed on my knees like he ordered me… He came with the point.

“It will be a bit stronger… I need you fucked up…  I want you to be my chemwhore … “

“I trust you”, is all I said…

He put the tourniquet around my arm… cleaned with an alcohol pad and found the vein, pushed till the tube went red and then took of the tourniquet off…

“Here we go… stay in all fours…” he said and gave me the point all the way…

I coughed and then there was the buzz… My ears started to ring… I almost lost my vision… but I looked up… and there I was… facing myself in front of the mirror… Red eyes… Happy eyes… I saw him put the tourniquet around his arm and then slammed his own point… He was so beautiful… Hard and ready… He put the points away…

“I want to hear you taking big popper breaths…” he ordered me… and his voice was different… And I did… I was spacing in the most amazing zone…. Felt lube in my ass crack… and then his cock… He went all the way in… My ass was so relaxed… I saw him from the mirror  fucking me… Yes this is me… On my knees,  getting fucked like a cumwhore I truly am and he was my stranger Viking driving his cock in the depths of my existence… He looked at me…

“Tell me what you are?”

“I am a cumdump Sir”…

“Yes that is exactly what you are… and a slam whore… My slam whore…”

“Yes Sir… my ass is yours… my veins are your for slamming … make me your whore…”

“Stay where you are”

He stopped fucking. From the mirror I saw him going back to the hidden tray and took another point…

“You need more…”

And without living me time to object he cleaned my arm again, flashed and registered the second point for in such a short time …

“Fly my whore” he said when he pushed the chems in my blood…

And yes… I did fly… The most beautiful buzz…

“Thank you” was the only thing I said which sound more like a whisper.  He smiled… Yes, the wolves sometimes smile…

I was in the zone. Almost disconnected from myself. Like the man who was in front of the mirror was not me… But some man who was happy and in peace with his own demons… A happy chem whore… A lucky chem whore who was offering my ass to a Viking stranger…

“Thank you” I said again … and this time he heard me…

“No, I have to thank you… For letting me see who you really are… And there is more to see….”

He opened the door. And then came in front of me. He got comfortable on the bed… leaning his back on the mirror wall but at an angle where I could see myself and the open door in the same time. Anyone who was passing by, could see my ass sticking out while I was sucking his cock that was so hard…

“You will take any cock… Old, young, healthy, diseased, black, chinese, I do not care… All I care is that you will take cum… and every now and then I will slam you more… and here is the water and here is the poppers… and see yourself in the mirror… you see this black guy… he is a bit hesitant but he will come.. and he will see me nodding him and he will stick his black huge cock in you… and if he asks for condom I will send him away… But he won’t… because he knows that you are a cumdump… he doesn’t know that you are a chem whore… but that is Ok… he will breed you… and then another one will come … and another one… here look at yourself… and every time anyone cums in you, you will say “thank you”. And I will be here all the time.. feeding you piss and chems… Look your self in the mirror… See how beautiful you are... See how your eyes glow… You are my whore… I will film you taking chems… I will film you drinking piss… I will film you receiving cum … Because you need to see what I see…. You need to remember everything that is to follow the next hours… And only when I tell you “I am ready”, I will slide in your sloppy cumhole and I will give you my poz load… and then and only then you will be allowed to rest… and then and only then I will be satisfied…”

The guy behind me found the target easily… I felt his massive black cock sinking in my lubed hole… and when he was all the way in Sir held my head down and started to piss… With the corner of my eyes I saw where I was…. It is exactly where I was meant to be… My hell and my heaven … my place was here… the place where I meant to be… The guy behind me started to speed … My hole was too hot to hold enough… and he came… silently… like he was a bit ashamed for being so quick… I wanted to tell him that there is no better compliment to a cumdump like me that the Top comes quick… But there was no place for words. I heard my self saying

“Thank you”… and then I felt the tap on the back of my neck… Sir was satisfied… And then I felt his finger pushing the cum deeper…

“Good”… he said… and then an older guy came in the room… around his 70’s… Like he didn’t believe his luck…

Sir, opened my ass cheeks to invite him.. I got some poppers…. Nice buzz… I felt his cock… Not too hard, but enough to get in… He got harder in my ass… Sir kept my mouth on his cock… I was buzzing form the chem piss and the poppers… The guy old enough to be my father was fucking me… sliding his cock in my cum lubed ass… I saw myself again in the mirror. And there was again the same thought:

“Wisdom comes with age… My hell and my heaven … my place is here… the place where I meant to be”…

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey  moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough….

I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to  enjoy  gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped…  Sir held my from the neck…

“Stay”, he said.

I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick…  Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed….

“Take his load whore” … Sir whispered  to me…

And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in…

“Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing…

“You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command…

Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me…

“Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”…

So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…”

The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera”

I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started  just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera…

People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me…  Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here,  in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me  and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer  I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench…  both will do…

Sir seems to read my mind…

“Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your  mask works well with the others… not with me…  Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “

“Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...”

He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved…

“Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…

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After we came up from the dark basement  I asked  from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way…

He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him.  

“Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said.

“Beer is just fine….Thank you ”

“Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his…

“You will call me Sir”.

“Yes sir” it is all that I said.

“You live here?”

“No Sir, I am here for three days…  I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…”

“So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?”

“No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…”

“You want more cocks?”

“I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”.  I felt my face blushing…

“You are too smart for a cumdump….”  he said and drank some more of his beer…

“Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy…

“No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle…

“Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…”

“Kneel!”

I looked him in the eye…  Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin…  My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher…

“Drink” My Viking ordered…

And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head….

He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips…

Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission…  He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be…

“Thank you Sir” I said….

He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows…

“It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…”

He gave me his blue handkerchief.

“This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “

And I went…  Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited….

When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible…

I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream…  took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time….  I started to float…

“Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking…

The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went…  My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left…

I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself…

He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass…

I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one…

He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more…  I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens….

When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile…

One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer…

I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close…

He read my mind….

“You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “

“To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna….

“Yes Sir”…

“Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled…

Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes…  how I could resist….  I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went…  Almost morning…

 The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying  in this city  for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans,  no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom…  I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence  of an Alpha  Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it…  I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders.

“The fun is downstairs” he said in English.

“I know” was my answer. No more talk…  I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic…  In leather.  Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter.  That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If  there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first.

“Boy I need to piss… come downstairs…  Now!!!”

Yeap, he read me right.

I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths…  waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard,  but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer.  He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily….

“I’d love to piss in your hole…”

“Go for it…” was my answer….

“Let’s find the sling”…

We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking  back and forth from one wall to the other  like ghosts…  Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied…

Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it…

Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over  his thick tool…
I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … 

Took my poppers out…..  Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster…  

“Ready boy?”
I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his…

“Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole…  And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile.  There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind….

“I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass…

“You like slamming boy?” he asked.

“I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said…

“Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want  to be my boy for tonight BOY?”  How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared..

“Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it.

“Do you want to be my slam whore for  tonight boy?”

So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me…

“Yes, Sir! I trust you…”

He started fucking me faster…

“You like my dick?”  he asked.

“Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it.

“Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me…

“Yes, Sir although I make a mess”…

“No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more…  we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him…

“No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…”

He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine…  And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind…

“You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper…

“What?”

“ A nice slam!”

“Here?”

“Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?”

My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm…

“Good boy… “ was all he said…

From one of his pockets he took one point…  without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight  draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in…

“There you go boy… fly away…”

I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking…

“Yes… be my slam whore”….

And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts…  The real fucking started…. He was close…

“Look at me whore” he demanded…

I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger….

“Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “

“Give me your Poz load” I said.

“Louder!!!!”

He screamed…

“GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming…
That was all he wanted to hear….

And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf…  like a tortured  demon, he unleased
 in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right...

“Thank you” he said…

“Thank you “ I answered back…

“Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “

Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…


 

I am still laughing....