JerseyPupHole

Chapter 4b: Eduardo, Cont’d Before I know it, Eduardo is back. And he’s carrying a mason jar full of something. My face scrunches up in confusion because that’s about the last thing I expected to see today. But I look closer and notice the cloudy white complexion of the jar’s contents. My eyes bulge. I nearly start hyperventilating. I look from the jar to Eduardo’s face and back again several times as I increase the pace of my self-fisting. I start making whimpering sounds, hoping I’m right about what’s about to happen. “You look like you recognize what’s in here,” Eduardo says. “Do you know what this is?” I’m so blitzed-out and excited that I have to look back and forth between him and the jar a couple more times before my brain reconnects with words. “Cum? Is that full of cum?” Eduardo smiles from ear to ear. “I knew you’d know, you fucking slut. Yeah, this jar is full of my cum. I’ve been saving it for you.” I moan, pleadingly. My legs spread and contract as I push my fist deeper into me. I gasp and moan again. Eduardo keeps talking. “Fuck, you’re so hot like this. I can’t believe how desperate you are. Anyway,” Eduardo says. “This is about a month’s worth of loads from me. Any time I wasn’t fucking some other guy, my cum went in this jar, and it’s all for you.” I whimper again. This is the most desperate craving I have ever felt. Never before has someone held a collection of his own cum in front of me and teased me with it, hinting it was about to go inside me. I can’t contain my excitement, wiggling around looking frantic and trying to figure out what to do next. All I know is that I want that cum deep inside my hole. All of it. To my relief, Eduardo helps me out. “God damn, look how desperate you are. You want this inside you, don’t you, you fucking slut?” I say yes amid some more moans and whimpers. “You want it inside your ass, don’t you?” More noises. Another yes. “And then what?” he asks. When he doesn’t get an answer—I don’t know what he expects me to say—he continues. “What should I put inside you after I pour all this cum into your hole?” I whimper again at the thought. “You want me to use my fist to push it deeper inside you?” My whimpering turns to a growl. “You want my hand, coated in a month’s worth of cum, to slide so far into you that I fill your second hole with my collected spunk?” At that point, I’m basically squirming out of my own skin. I’m so worked up, my body can’t keep control of its energy. I’m twisting and writhing, looking for a clue as to what I need to do to make my dreams into a reality. My brain short-circuits, and I go back to whimpering. I know what I want, but I don’t know how to get there. I look back at Eduardo, a helpless pleading crossing on my face. “Please?” is the only thing I can think of to say. Eduardo takes control and gives me clear instructions. “Go find your biggest Pig Hole toy and bring it to me. Then get in the sling. Okay? Pig Hole, then sling. Go.” He knows how to keep his instructions simple for my spun-out brain. I start repeating “pig hole, then sling” over and over. I don’t know if it’s just in my head, if I’m mouthing the words, too, or if I’m saying them out loud each time. I don’t care. I know what I need, and I need his cum inside me. All of it. After a minute of mindless walking about, I find the Pig Hole. I bring it out to the sling, where Eduardo stands ready to help. I hand him the toy, which he takes from me. I climb into the sling and make sure my ass hangs over the edge. “Here,” he says. “Put your poppers beside you. But take a hit first, you slut. I want you totally open for my cum to pour into you.” I fumble with the bottle, almost racing to take the hit, knowing it will bring me closer to my goal more quickly. I replace the cap on the bottle and set it in the sling beside me. I’m ready. I’m ready for the abuse. I’m ready for the rush. I’m ready for the fisting. More than anything, though, I’m ready to be filled up with that jar of cum. I exhale and start to relax and calm down. “Good,” Eduardo says. “Now here’s your Pig Hole. I put lube on it, so it’ll go in nice and easy. I’ll let you put it in cuz I wanna watch that, and I’ll record the video for you.” He pauses for a second while his attention focuses on the phone in his hands. “Okay, go ahead. Stuff that toy inside your hole and open it up for me.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grab the base of the Pig Hole with one hand and use the other to fold up the hollow part so it’s easier to slide inside. I relax my ass, line up the toy, and start to push it in. I surprise myself with how easily it goes inside—I’ve never been this loose before. The base of the toy snaps into place as the widest part slips easily past my sphincter. After a small gasp and grunt, I reach down and stick my fingers into my new silicone-lined chute. I press outward on a couple of spots still folded in, and the entire length of the Pig Hole pops open, gaping open my ass all the way in. “Oh, fuck,” Eduardo says, still recording video. “Look at that hole.” He moves closer and lines up the head of his cock with the opening of my hole. He pushes in a bit but stops once he feels resistance. His cock is too thick to just slide right in to my gaping hole. “I guess I’ll need some lube,” he says. “What do you think?” “Use the cum,” I say. “Please. Use your cum as lube for your cock.” “You’re such a nasty fucker,” Eduardo says. “I love it. That’s exactly what I was thinking. Okay,” he says, grabbing the jar. “Here’s a month’s worth of my cum. It’s about ready to go inside your stretched-out gaping hole. You ready, slut?” “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Pour your loads into me. Please.” I watch as he dribbles a little onto the head of his cock, which drip down from there into my hole because I feel the cool wetness of the spreading semen a few moments later. The delay between what I see and what I feel fascinates me, but only for a second. Because then I realize that my ass is literally being flooded with another man’s sperm, and I start to go nuts. My moaning and grunting blend together into what can only be described as a sound of primal desperation. I grab my butt cheeks with my hands and pull them apart, as though that will somehow help open me up even more. My eyes go wild as I watch more and more creamy liquid pour out of the jar and I feel a growing fullness and heaviness inside my cavernous hole. Eduardo tips the jar upside down and shakes it a bit, ensuring that every last drop has been poured into my greedy hole. When he’s satisfied the jar is empty, he goes to set it aside. I whimper again and reach out my hand to take it from him. “But it’s empty,” he says. “Nuh-uh,” I utter. He gives me the jar, and I reach in with a finger, running it along the inside of the jar, feeling a film of cum transferring to my hand. “Now it’s empty, I say, handing the wiped-clean glass back to him. “Oh fuck, that’s hot,” Eduardo says as he watches and records me licking my finger clean of the residual jizz. “Fuck yeah,” he says. My finger still in my mouth, I close my eyes and moan. “Your cum tastes amazing. I’m so glad it’s all inside me now.” “So now what should I put inside you, you hungry pig?” “Your fist,” I say immediately. “Fist all those loads deeper into me. Please.” “Okay,” he says. “In a second. One more surprise first.” He leans over and picks something up off the nearby table. It’s a small clear baggy. Oh, fuck yes, I think. More. Eduardo smiles at me when he sees my face light up when I realize what he’s doing. “You’ve been such a good bottom that I want to reward you with more than just a month’s worth of my cum. I know that’s all you really need, but I want to see you do more. So I’m going to take this shard here”—he holds up a sizeable chunk of crystal—“and toss it in with my sperm.” Without any more warning or waiting for any confirmation from me, he literally tosses the shard down my gaping hole. Maybe I’m imagining things, but I swear I hear a little splash when it hits the puddle. “That will dissolve in a couple minutes, and when you feel the rush hit, you’ll know you’ve started to absorb all my semen. You’ll know that your next high comes from my cum.” “Oh fuck yes,” I say. I reach down and play with what’s left of my tiny little dicklet, unable to stop myself from trying to at least pretend to jerk off. What he said has turned me on so much. He’s given me a way to feel the spread of his sperm through my body. I’m going to have his cum on my brain when I get even higher in a few minutes. Eduardo stops recording video and sets my phone down. “This might take an extra hand and some concentration. Alright,” he says. “I think we’re done with this Pig Hole. Your natural pig hole will be good enough on its own for what’s coming next.” “Your fist,” I say. “Please.” “Good boy,” Eduardo says. “You’ve been taking notes.” He grabs the Pig Hole with one hand places his other hand on my butt, and begins to slowly pry the toy out of my hole. “Stay open,” he says. “Don’t push any of that cum out. I don’t want you to waste it. Keep your hole wide open and gaping. Stay right like you are. There you go. Good boy. Hold that cum inside you. Just like that. Good. Keep it right there.” And at that, I feel the last of the Pig Hole slide past my ass’s lips. A month of Eduardo’s cum is now churning in a cesspool inside my hole, a drug shard slowly dissolving in its midst. I feel so trashy and so used, almost discarded and tossed aside like the chemicals he tossed into my hole. And that alone is enough to turn me on. I’m in absolute pig heaven. After a moment, my eyes try to focus on reality again. I see Eduardo standing at the bottom of the sling. His hand and forearm are glistening with a fresh coating of lube. And with his other hand, he’s picked up my phone again. It looks like he’s already started recording. I’m about to have him fist a puddle of cum into my guts. I suddenly think of my poppers, and I’m sure my face looks panicked. Eduardo looks a little worried for a second, but once he sees the bottle in my hand and the determined look on my face, he calms down. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Huff on those poppers and get ready to open wide for my arm.” I want to open up, but I don’t want to zone out, so I take two decent sniffs from the bottle before sealing it and setting it aside. I lean back and exhale. “Do it, man. Shove your fist in my hole. Soak your hand in the puddle of your cum. Push your loads deeper into my hole and watch me swallow your arm with my hole. Come on, man. Give it to me. I need it.” Without another word, Eduardo reaches down and presses his fingertips against my entrance. I offer no resistance, and they slide right past. Within seconds, his entire fist has entered my hole, almost without effort. “Holy fuck,” he says. “That is one hungry hole.” He pushes in a couple inches past his wrist. Then he stops as his face lights up in amazement. “Oh my god,” he says. “I feel it. I can splash around in a puddle of my own cum. Oh my god.” I feel him moving his hand around inside me, and I’d swear I hear gurgling sounds from my gut, almost like indigestion. Then it dawns on me: I’m hearing the sound of cum splashing around inside my body. “Oh holy fuck,” I say. “I can hear you splashing it around. Oh my god, that’s amazing.” We continue like this for a few minutes, both of us lost in wonder, until he brings me back to earth with a question. “Ready for me to go deeper?” he asks. “I don’t feel the shard anywhere, so I think it’s fully dissolved. I think it’s time we spread this cum around and coat your insides with it.” “Fuck yeah, man,” I say. “Push it in.” “But first, I wanna see my cum coating my hand. I’m gonna pull out for just a second, but then I get right back to where I am.” I whimper a bit. “And then go deeper?” “Goddamn, you dirty pig,” he says. “Yeah, after I see my cum-covered hand, I’ll see how deep you can take me.” With that, he starts to pull his hand out of my hole. I feel him rubbing it all along the insides of my hole, not just pulling straight out. I smile. “Uh-huh. You see what I’m doing,” he says. “I’m making sure to coat your insides with my chem-laced cum on my way out of your hole. You’re welcome, you filthy fucking pig.” My only response is a moan. And right as my moan fades, his hand crosses my threshold on the way out of my hole. I grunt, mostly from the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then I look up and see Eduardo moving his fingers together and apart, putting on a show for the camera. The runny, stringy goo drips and oozes around his hand, leaving a webwork of threads between his fingers when he spreads them. It’s almost mesmerizing to watch. “Fuck, that’s gorgeous,” he says. “But I don’t want this dripping anywhere, so let’s see how gorgeous this looks sliding right back inside your hole.” He doesn’t even try to be slow or gentle this time, knowing I’m already stretched pretty far open. He dives right in, going a couple inches deeper than his wrist in a single push. I make a small grunt but that’s it. I’m just glad to get something back inside me. “Deeper,” I say, reminding him of my goal and letting him know I’m ready. “Give me more.” He chuckles. “Oh, okay, I guess,” he says. “But only because you asked so politely, you pig.” Eduardo applies more pressure and continues sliding deeper into my hole. I think he probably expected to get halfway up his forearm because once another two inches past there had disappeared inside me, he starts looking a little worried. “You doing okay?” he asks. “How’s that feel, pig?” “More,” I say, not even looking at him, just concentrating on my breathing and on opening up. He gets a little further, and I feel his upper arm bump against my butt. I’ve made it to the crease in his elbow, but I still feel open and a little empty. I still want more. I grab my bottle of poppers again. I take my time with it, taking four long, slow huffs out of the bottle. I keep my eyes closed, reseal the bottle, set it beside me, reach my hands overhead, and exhale deeply several times. I think I hear Eduardo say “wow” or something. He probably feels my insides relaxing. I exhale one more time, then I open my eyes, stare right into his, and say simply, “More.” I begin to bear down as he realizes I’m serious and begins to apply pressure again. With a grunt and a bit of a yelp, I absorb his entire elbow into my hole. It feels incredible, and with his latest bump starting to kick in as I absorb all the semen being spread through my insides, I feel like I can do anything. “Keep going,” I say. “More.” I lean back and continue to work on my breathing. It’s tough because of the added high, but I’m trying to keep myself physically relaxed and fairly still. My arms move around a bit, trying to find the best way to get leverage, but the rest of me cooperates with my need for calm. I feel him moving further in. This is uncharted territory for both of us, and we treat it rather solemnly—we’re both silent, focused more on the feelings than on being verbal. That, I figure, could come later. For now, my only job is to open up. And that’s exactly what I do. Eduardo’s arm slides a couple more inches into me, so my stretched-out sphincter is wrapped around the middle of his meaty bicep. I’m glad he’s not super-built, but he’s got enough mass there that I felt the extra stretch as his toned muscle slides past the threshold. He holds still at this point, and I think we both feel he’s reached a block. He presses a button on the phone’s screen and sets it aside. “I think this is as far as you’re going to let me in today,” he says, sounding surprisingly serious for all the dirty talk we were doing before. I guess he wants me to know he’s not playing. I return the favor and reply as soberly as I’m capable, considering the unreal conditions. “Yeah, I think so, too. Feels like you hit a wall.” I take a couple breaths. “Honestly, I’m good with that because oh my god.” “Yeah,” Eduardo says. “This is intense. I’ll just stay right here. You take your time and let me know when you’re ready for something to change.” Taking his advice, I lie back and relax, trying to wrap my brain around what’s going on. I can’t, of course, so I just lie there in amazement at how good my whole body feels. Then I get an idea, and a naughty smile crosses my face. Eduardo sees it. “What now? You look like you’re up to something. What are you thinking? Nothing good, I’ll bet.” “We’ll see,” I say. “Can you try something for me? Are you able to flex your bicep without bending your arm? Like, can you flex the muscle by just tensing your arm?” He thinks for a quick second, then smirks back at me. He extends his free arm up so I can see it. “Like this?” he asks. Then I watch as what looks like a beautifully shaped human arm suddenly transforms into a beautifully shaped stone carving. Then just as suddenly, it looks soft and supple again. “Oh my god,” I say. “Your body is gorgeous. Yes, like that. I wonder what that…” But I didn’t get to finish the sentence. I gasp and lift my head to face his, shock running across my features. “Holy fuck!” I say as I see an evil chuckle run across his face. “Oh my god,” I say again, as the sensation fades. “That’s all you did?” And suddenly, I gasp and look shocked once more. “Oh my god, that’s amazing. Holy fuck. It’s like my entire body is a great big prosta—fuck, dude!” The feeling of having a man’s arm buried up to his bicep overwhelmed me enough. Having that large of an intrusion go from soft to solid and back again—and having the girth of his hard muscles expand so suddenly—blew my mind. I couldn’t process anything beyond feeling completely and totally overwhelmed, completely and totally under his control and at his mercy. He can do whatever he wants to me, and I’ll keep begging for more. I start to smile in some kind of hazy bliss, and he flexes one more time, changing my spreading smile to a quick gasp and back again as he releases the tension. “Okay, okay,” I say. “Hold on. Just stay still.” To my relief, Eduardo looks serious. I don’t think he’ll shock me with another flex now. “I’m astonished you made it this far. Alright. Tell me what you need. Out? Hold? What’s best?” Taking stock of my sensations, I make a suggestion. “Just hang on for a second. Lemme get used to you.” After a few moments and many unsuccessful attempts at calming breaths, I continue. “Maybe back out, slowly, to your elbow? Then hold and check again.” “Sounds good. You ready?” I nod. “Or do you need more time?” I shake my head. “Okay,” he says. “Your only job right now is to breathe. Nice and slow, okay?” I nod. And with that, I feel the enormous mass of an entire arm start to move toward the exit of my body. I have to fight the urge to hyperventilate or panic. He gets his elbow out with a grunt from me. He freezes, unsure how I’m managing. Hell, I don’t know how I’m doing, either. I’m basically writhing all over, trying to understand the impossible sensations I’m experiencing. Eventually I get used to this new level of fullness, and with a quick nod from me, we resume the gradual retreat of his arm. I have him pause again at the wrist for just a second, and after a bit, he’s completely out. I feel utterly, completely, hopelessly empty. I almost break down in tears. I have a worried look on my face as my eyes dart around the room in search of a solution. I’m desperate for a solution. Anything I can shove up my hole to satisfy my need. But I can’t come up with any ideas. Seeing nothing and without thinking, I slide one of my own fists back into my hole. I’m amazed by how loose and sloppy it is—I’ve never been this destroyed before, and it feels unbelievable. Eduardo sees my behavior and laughs. “Okay, mister power bottom. Let’s fill you up with an enormous butt plug then spend a few minutes getting me cleaned up and you rehydrated. Sound good?” I continue exploring my hole with my own fist, nodding absently that I half-heard his suggestions. Before I realize what’s happened, Eduardo returns, toweling himself off. He shakes his head with a laugh. “Right where I left you. At least you’re predictable. Okay, come on. Let’s get this plug inside you.” He picks up the huge plug I had in me before, which he has somehow fit inside my Pig Hole toy to add even more girth. “I hope it’s big enough to make a difference,” I say. “Yeah, me too,” he says. “Let’s give it a shot.” He waits for me to remove my hand, then he immediately slides the tip of the plug into my blown-out hole. It slides all the way in easily, right up to the big bump on the Pig Hole, where he pauses for a second. “Breathe,” he says. I do my best to breathe deeply and slowly, and I open up my hole as best I can. I grunt a bit, and I feel the plug lock into place. And I mean lock. I can immediately tell it’s not going anywhere for a while. That thing can’t budge. “You good?” Eduardo asks. “Mmm-hmm,” I reply. I look around mindlessly, pretty much anywhere but at him. I also start grinding my hips, distracted by the changing sensations of the massive plug pressing into different parts of my insides. Eduardo chuckles and shakes his head. “Man, you are blasted. Here, lemme help you down.” He reaches his hands to either side of me, and I lean forward, happy to have the physical contact and the chance to feel him up a bit. He chuckled again. “Goddamn, you’re horny. Okay, here’s your sports drink. Take a seat and drink. I’ll get you another bottle for when you finish that one off.” I take the half-empty bottle he hands me, and I vaguely remember that I started drinking it what now seems like forever ago. I grab a spare puppy training pad and put it on the couch because I don’t know leaky my hole will be, and I collapse into the seat, totally spent. As soon as I’m down, though, my eyes lock on the porn still playing on the screen, and my hands again lock onto my crotch. I resume playing with myself. A moment later, Eduardo comes back, carrying two more bottles of sports drink. “One for you,” he says, handing it to me. “And one for me,” he says, plopping down on the seat beside me. He exhales completely and, for the first time, looks completely spent. “Oh my god, that was incredible. Your hole is amazing.” “Your arm is fucking incredible,” I say, squeezing what’s left of my dick, never taking my eyes off the screen. We spend a long time just sitting there, calming down, and cooling off, with even Eduardo’s attention returning to the porn that’s been playing this whole time. We had been totally ignoring it for the longest time. The stuff going on inside my own body was way hotter than what we saw on the screen. But there’s enough going on right now to hold my attention and keep my eyes occupied while my hands apply pressure to my nub of a penis and the sensitive spot on my perineum. My entire body and all my needs have been reduced to those two spots. The only thing that would be better is to get another person inside my hole again, but catching my breath for a minute does feel good. After a while, Eduardo’s phone lights up with an incoming text. He checks it and grins. “Looks like your friend Joey is looking for some play. Want me to take you over there?” “Yes, please,” I say. Joey is a hot little fucker who enjoys pushing boundaries and encouraging naughty behavior in me. He’ll help me go as far as I want, and he always respects my boundaries. Not that I have any in my current state, but he’s certainly earned a lot of my trust over the years. “Okay,” Eduardo says. “Let’s get you ready. We’re gonna keep that butt plug in you, but you need to be street-legal to get to their place. I need you to go get your favorite jock strap. Make sure it’s clean. Look at me. Get a fresh jockstrap. Go.” I head to my bedroom, rummage through my dresser, and find my favorite one. It’s small and simple and keeps the attention where I want it: on my hole. It also has an elastic cock ring built in, so I’ll be less likely to play with myself, since the jock will take care of the squeezing. Satisfied, I go back to Eduardo. “Oh, perfect. I like you in that one. Okay, put that on.” He helps me balance as I struggle to focus on getting my legs through the straps, and it takes a second to get my balls through the cock ring, but then I’m all set. “And here are the basketball shorts and tank top that were in a pile on the floor. I’m assuming they’re yours.” I stare at them blankly, trying to remember. Were those mine? Had I worn them recently? “And I’m assuming,” Eduardo continues, “that it’s been a while since you’ve seen them.” He chuckles. “Just put them on.” With his help, I finish getting dressed. “And your shoes are over there. Go on.” Once those are on my feet, we’re ready. I grab my werewolf sheath, thinking it might come in handy in a little while. Eduardo turns off the porn and most of the lights, then walks to the front door. At that, we head out.

Sounds like you might need a bottom to help you practice a bit to get your stamina back where you want it to be. 😉 -waves from Newark-

Chapter 4a: Eduardo I close my eyes with a grunt as the butt plug hits the perfect spot inside me for what must be the hundredth time. I hear the door shut, and I refocus on staring at the images of depravity on the screen and impaling myself on the massive toy I have lodged inside me. Goddamn, it feels amazing. I just wish I could get more cum inside me. Bottoms on the screen keep getting bred, and I envy them. Other guys on the screen keep shooting their loads, much of it going to waste, splattering on someone’s back or even on the floor. Why couldn’t my ass be wrapped around those gorgeous cocks right before they erupted? Why couldn’t they let me do what I’m built to do and collect all their semen, rather than letting it splatter to the ground? While I’m lamenting how cum-deprived my hole is, I hear the door open and close again. Eduardo must be here. Sure enough, a moment later, he enters the room, takes a quick glance around to see what I’m doing, and breaks into a huge grin. “Well!” he says. “Looks like someone feels pretty good.” I’m so high and desperate that I’m unable to banter. I look up at him and say, “I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me, fist me, breed me, use me. Please, dude. Please fill me up.” Just then, an on-screen bottom shouts as he gets split open by a *massive* cock being buried to the hilt. I grunt and push down on my butt plug. The on-screen top pulls all the way out and sprays the hole with a fresh load of semen. I moan, lick my lips, and run my fingers around my ass lips, as though I can transfer the load from the screen to my hole. “Daaaamn,” Eduardo says. “You’re intense. How much have you had?” “I dunno. Three dicks, five fists? Something.” “No,” he says. “I mean meth. How much?” “I dunno,” I repeat. “Five bumps, maybe six? Fuck I feel good. But I really need you inside me.” Eduardo sets his things down and starts removing his shirt and shoes while he responds. “Wow, five bumps and you just started last night? That explains a lot.” He looks at me and chuckles. “It’s really hot to see you like this, though.” “Like what?” I ask, teasing. “Uncontrollably desperate,” he says. “You know I’ve always wanted to see you get really, really high. It’s fucking hot.” I’m looking at his body more than I’m listening to his words. My reply shows how distracted I am. “Damn, you look good. You gonna fuck me, man? Fill me up with your big dick? I can’t wait to get you inside me.” “You think my dick is big?” he asks. “It’s not that big.” He has a smirk on his face, and we’ve had this conversation before. He’s humble, but he likes the attention and likes to tease—especially about his sexual prowess. I stand up, which ends up being a clumsy affair, thanks to my spinning head and my full rectum. “Come here,” I say, reaching toward his cock. “Let me see.” He walks toward me, his huge, pendulous dick leading the way, waving back and forth like a walking stick for a blind man. I stare, transfixed as it moves, almost like it’s being drawn to me, and he’s just following where it goes. He gets close enough that I wrap my palm around his meat and finally get to feel his flesh inside my hand, and I melt. I groan, close my eyes, and even start getting weak in the knees with just the feel of a massive, heavy penis in my hand. This is exactly what I’ve been craving. This is what I need. I run my other hand across his solid, toned chest and up over his shoulder, bringing him in for a kiss to show my desire. My mouth is so dry that the moisture of his tongue evaporates, making the kiss shorter-lived than I wanted. Because I wanted more. Eduardo moans as we part lips. “You feel so good,” he says. He moves one of his hands down to my crotch to grab my dick—as if I had anything there worth grabbing. “Oh? What’s this? Why are you in a cage?” he asks. “My cock was distracting me,” I tell him. “I have serious tina dick now, and I wanted to keep it locked up and out of the way.” Eduardo lifts his eyebrows and keeps his mischievous grin. He knows how much I like feeling inferior and emasculated in the presence of his huge cock. Eduardo looks down and gives my cage and balls a little flick. “Show me,” he says. “How small are you? Is there anything left to see?” I stumble into the other room and come back carrying the key. I also brought a cock ring because I know I’ll want the feeling of tightness as soon as the cage comes off. I set the cock ring to the side and start fiddling with the cage. It takes me a couple tries because my hands are so shaky, but I eventually get it. I remove the front piece of the cage. Normally I’d feel suction on my dickhead as it pulls away from the snug fit, but this time I feel nothing. I look down and immediately look surprised. My dick looks like it’s swallowed itself. The shaft is only half as big around is it usually is while flaccid, and the head has retreated into a small nub of skin, barely creating a bump on my scrotum. Despite my being circumcised, it looks like I’m uncut because all I can see is skin, no dick. “Oh my god,” Eduardo says. “That’s not a dick. That’s a button.” He mocks me by pressing my dick with a single finger. As though following orders, my penis moves further into my pelvis, operating just like the button he said it was. It looks like his finger is being swallowed by the skin, like my body is trying to make both my dick and his finger disappear. Damn, I think. I’m a hungry hole on both sides. Eduardo just laughs. “Damn! Where did it go? You used to have a dick, I swear.” “It went away so I can focus on being a power bottom,” I say, being completely serious. I know this is what’s happening regardless of whether he agrees. I want to get the focus back on his cock going in my hole and inflate his ego a bit so I can get him ready to completely take control of me. “Show me yours again? I want to remember what a real man’s cock looks like.” It works. Eduardo stands a little taller and maybe puffs out his chest a bit—that gorgeous chest that I could rub my hands across for hours. He grabs his huge dick and swings it around a bit like the weapon it is. His cockiness gets my libido racing even more. “Fuck,” I say as I reach out and grasp his cock, tugging a bit toward me. “This thing is huge. I want it inside me.” “Oh yeah?” he asks. “But mine’s not huge. It’s just way bigger than this little thing here.” He squeezes my button dick between his thumb and index finger, almost pinching it like a family member pinches a cheek. “It’s so cute.” “And useless,” I remind him. “Yeah, you can’t really do anything with that,” he says. He moves his cock so it’s pointing at my penis. The difference in scale really becomes apparent. “Wow,” he says. “Look at that.” My little button—my entire penis—isn’t even half the size of the head of his cock. I don’t just feel emasculated now. I feel irrelevant. “Oh my god,” Eduardo says, reaching for my phone. “Let’s get a picture of that little thing.” Eduardo knows I like when he dominates, takes control, and makes me feel inferior. He also knows I like taking photos and video of things so I can enjoy sex again after I have it, re-living the intense moments when I get back to being sober. By reaching for my phone, he’s doing all of that at once, using my things without asking first, telling me we’re going to photograph this scene, and documenting my embarrassingly small, virtually nonexistent penis. As he gets the phone ready to go, he gives me an order. “Set your little button on my dickhead for the picture.” I do as I’m told, resting my little collection of withered skin atop his smooth, rigid, engorged dickhead. All I can think is that I want this photo to go quickly so I can ride that cock until it explodes. “Okay, hang on,” he says, as though he knows this is the last thing I want to do right now. I hear the sound of a video recording starting. I look down at his dick to see what he’s doing. Then I feel him pulse his penis, making the end of it twitch upward a bit—right past my little dicklet—and back down again. Just by squeezing his dick, he’s removed me from the scene, completely eclipsing my cock and balls with his massive cock head. I hear him chuckle. “Whoops!” he says for the camera. “Where’d it go? Guess we don’t need it anymore.” Then he takes his free hand, grabs his dick, and squeezes. He moans, and then he smacks his cock against his tight abs, capturing each impact on video. Then he stops and with a moan squeezes again. This time, I see a bead of precum form at his slit as he holds it upright. I can’t hold back or resist. I drop to my knees, lean forward, and lick the precum from its source. Now it’s my turn to moan. “That’s right, you thirsty bottom. Lick my dick clean. Get it ready to slide inside you.” At that, I start to unabashedly worship his cock. My hands and lips are all over it, stroking, squeezing, and licking every inch. Eduardo puts one of his strong hands on the back of my head and without a word begins applying pressure. I drop my hands down to my thighs and open my throat to prepare for the abuse. Eduardo steps up the verbal abuse. “Good. Now work this real man’s cock with your eager throat, bitch. Swallow my cock.” The gagging, slurping, and sucking sounds continue off and on for a while as he loosens up my throat and gets my eyes watering as I gasp for the occasional breath. Eduardo voices his approval. “That’s it. Choke on my thick cock. See what a real man can do to your mouth? Now imagine what I’m about to do to your ass.” I moan and arch my back out of instinct. He leans forward and runs a hand down my spine toward my hole. He bumps into the butt plug. “Oh?” he says. “What’s this?” He runs his hands around the massive plug’s girth. “Damn, dude,” Eduardo says. “Impressive. But this really needs to go so I can fuck you good.” Without removing my lips from his cock, without slowing down the pace of my sucking, without even looking up at him, I obey. My arms reach back to my hole and grab hold of the base of the plug. It’s been in there for a while now, so I give it a quick, slight twist to release any grip my insides have on it. Then I tug. Hard. With a grunt from deep in my throat, my hole releases its grip on the flange of the plug. A moment later, and with a wet, sloppy popping sound of its own, the rest of the toy falls from my ass and lands on the floor with a big, solid thump. I look up into Eduardo’s eyes, pull my mouth off his cock for a second, and say simply, “Okay.” Then I impale my face on his cock again, burying my nose in his pubes. My brash confidence and immediate obedience have the effect I want. Both of Eduardo’s hands grasp the back of my head. He presses my skull hard into his pelvis, pushing his massive cock even deeper. “Oh my god, that was hot, you fucking slut. I need in that sloppy hole right now. Show me how badly you want my dick.” He releases his hold on the back of my head, and I immediately pull my mouth off his cock, which is now literally dripping with whatever juices combined inside my throat while he gagged me. I wipe my face with the back of one hand to clear my nose and eyes of the leakage that had welled up from the strain to breathe. With no more preparation than that, I drop to my hands and knees and spin around to face the other way. I arch my back to present my ass to him, then I push out my hole to show him how open and ready I am. “Oh, fuck,” he says. I can just imagine the look on his face. Serious amazement, wide eyes, and a disbelieving shake of his head. “You’re ready.” That’s the only warning I get because the next thing I know, his enormous dick is buried to the hilt in my hole. He shoves in a bit deeper, grabbing my shoulders for extra leverage. He’s never fucked me this deep before, and this is his first thrust. I realize I’m in for the ride of my life. “Oh my god, your hole is so warm. It’s actually hot in there, like you’re trying to roast my dick. And it’s so, so wet. That is an amazing ass,” Eduardo says. “Let’s get you off the floor and onto the bed so I can destroy you.” I wait until he pulls out—I don’t want to be responsible for removing a cock from my hole. But the instant his dick pops out, I spin around, swallow it all the way to his balls, and slurp all the way back to the head, making a show of cleaning my ass juices off his cock. And they taste amazing. After that one quick cleaning, I hop up and stumble into the bedroom. I’m so ready to have him pound me that it hurts. As I climb onto the mattress, I ask, “On my knees or on my back?” “Back,” he says. “So I can watch your face as I wear you out.” I flip onto my back, squeeze a pillow under my butt to prop it up, then pull on the edge of the mattress to slide all the way over, letting my ass hang off the side. Eduardo makes that wided-eyed face again. “Beautiful,” he says. Without another word, he walks up to my ass, holds on to my quads, and slides his cock into my hole. It’s aligned so perfectly that he doesn’t even need to use his hands to guide it in. As his cock goes deeper and deeper, Eduardo closes his eyes, then rests the side of his head on the bottom of one of my feet. “Oh my god,” he says as his hips make contact with my pelvis. He straightens up and pushes his cock in a little deeper, which normally would make me squeal and squirm because he’s so long. Not this time. My hunger and my high take over. My eyes bug out. My mouth contorts into a combination smirk and grimace. I pull harder on the edge of the mattress and match his extra push with one of my own. Every inch of my body says to him the word I don’t even have to say: Deeper. After the surprise on Eduardo’s face fades to a broad, satisfied smile, I do say something. “Poppers.” I point over Eduardo’s shoulder to the tall dresser behind him. Without moving his cock an inch, he twists, reaches around, grabs the bottle, and takes a sniff of his own. Top’s prerogative, I tell myself with a chuckle. Next, he hands me the open bottle and holds on to the cap for me. I take two long sniffs, wait a second or two, then take two more. I hand it back to him. He takes another small sniff while I’m still holding my breath. He puts the cap back on and tosses the bottle onto the bed beside me, keeping it in easy reach. I exhale and close my eyes, losing myself in the warmth that washes over me and the feeling of my hole relaxing around that amazing dick. Eduardo must have felt it, too. “Oh, wow. I felt your hole relax even more. That’s amazing. You really are ready for me to destroy you.” I open my eyes, which again bug out with intensity. “Pound me. Destroy my hole.” And that’s exactly what he does. There’s no warm-up or gentle increase in pace. No, he goes from zero to sixty like a switch flipped. I’m glad my hands were already on the edge of the mattress, because they’re the only things that keep me from sliding all the way across the bed. It’s like his thrusts are trying to keep pace with my heartbeat, and it is seriously racing from the combined effects of the drugs. The intensity is insane, and the primal need building inside me shows in my face. My eyes scream my desire and need. “Oh. My. God,” he says when he sees the hunger in my eyes. “Your hole is incredible. It’s already so opened up, I’m gonna have to work hard to do any more damage to it.” I just continue to stare into his eyes, the look of “more” written across my face. “Fuck,” he says. He then takes a little bit of a break, which for Eduardo just means slowing down his pace and merely teasing me with a relaxing in-out motion of his cock. I swear, this man’s erection never goes away, and he has the stamina of a bull. The same hunger that shows in my eyes also has control of my hands. With the slower pace, they release the mattress edge and do what’s natural for me in my current state: They start fondling my crotch and hole. One hand gives my miniscule dick a little squeeze, which feels surprisingly good considering there’s hardly anything there. The other hand moves to my hole. I love feeling a thick cock sliding in and out of my ass. I reach down and feel the slick surface of his dick constantly moving past my sphincter. I try to wrap my hand around its girth, but between his size and my angle, it doesn’t quite work. But I do feel how wide it is, which is nice enough on its own. I also feel how loose my hole is. My hunger calls out again, and I start fingering myself while he’s fucking me, sliding a couple fingers two, then three knuckles deep into my hole right beside his still-pistoning cock. “Oh, wow,” he says. “Didn’t you get three fingers in last time after I loosened you up?” I just nod, not making eye contact. My attention is focused on my hole. Taking his question as a challenge, I push not three but four fingers in this time, without any resistance. I’m sure he noticed the added tightness because he looks down at my hand and back up at me again. “Oh wow,” he repeats. I contort my arm a bit more, and all three knuckles of my fingers slide inside. I basically grab the inside of my ass lips with the palm of my hand. “That’s amazing,” he says. But my eyes still say “more”. Letting go of my little dicklet, I move my other hand down to the other side of my hole and start my small ritual again, feeling his dick and my hole and appreciating the size of each. Eduardo gets where this might be going, and he looks up at my face, his rhythmic fucking stopping out of disbelief. “Oh my god. You’re kidding.” I answer him with actions, not with words. First one, then two, then three fingertips penetrate this second side of my hole. I stop and stare at him. The silence snaps him out of his trance, and he resumes his slow, steady thrusts. I add a fourth finger and push my other hand in past the third knuckle so this palm, too, is grabbing my ass lips from the other side. I pull both hands apart, stretching my hole wide open around his dick. And of course, at that moment, any tightness or pressure Eduardo had felt on his cock completely vanished. I was holding my hole open wider than the substantial thickness of his dick. There was suddenly no wet hole surrounding his cock, only air and my insides deeper down. He gasped. “Oh my god,” he said. “You need something even thicker.” “Your fist,” I say, continuing to stare at him, a familiar desperate need once again taking hold of my mind. “You want me to fist you?” he asks. He hasn’t fisted me before, so I guess he’s surprised by the confidence of my suggestion. We’ve talked about how meaty his hands are. I shake my head a little. “Wrap your fist around your cock, then slide them both inside me. Jerk yourself off inside my hole.” Apparently his eyes weren’t wide enough because they grow even more as he envisions what I asked him to do. “Oh my god. You can take that?” he asks. “One way to find out,” I say. “Try.” Then I add, “Please.” “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he says. He leans down and puts a thin layer of lube on his hands, looking like he’s soaping up or preparing for surgery. He grasps his thick cock and starts jerking it again. “Fuck, look at that hole. Incredible. Okay, let’s do this.” And with my fingers still prying my hole wide open, a gaping maw hungry for whatever he can feed it, I feel the first touches of his skin on mine. I think it’s his knuckles on the exposed surface of my rectum, but I can’t be sure and really don’t care. He’s starting to fill me, and that’s all that matters. “Fuck yeah, fill me up and jerk off in my hole, man,” I say. “Fuck yeah, you dirty bottom slut,” he says. I feel his hand start to stretch open the sides of my hole, and I realize I need to get my hands out of the way. So as he continues pushing the first few fingers in, I slowly slide mine out, giving him even greater access. “Oh wow,” he says as he feels my hole suddenly open up even more. “Amazing.” His penetration speed starts to slow, and I don’t want that to happen. I look around and reach over to grab my poppers. I take two long huffs, seal the bottle and drop it on the bed, and look up into his eyes. “Give it to me,” I say. Then I exhale and push my hole out a little further, making his face light up in surprise. “Oh my god,” he says again. And then his hand gets completely engulfed by my hole. “Oh, fuck!” he says. “You took them both!” Knowing he must be hyper-aroused at this point, I want to see if I can get his load like this. So I egg him on. “Fuck yeah, I did. Jerk off in my ass. Fucking blow your load into my stretched-out hole.” He must have been right on the edge because he rolls his eyes as he exhales. “You want it? You ready for me to cum in you? You sure?” “Fuck yeah,” I grunt, looking more animalistic than ever. “Seed me. Breed that hole. Jerk off and cum inside my ass. Fucking feed me, man.” Eduardo grunts, apparently satisfied that my need is genuine. He starts to find a rhythm, where his cock thrusts in and out in sync with his hand stroking it back and forth. He’s getting himself really worked up, and it looks like he’s in heaven. It’s not long before he starts panting and grunting, working himself into a bit of a frenzy. He closes his eyes and starts chanting “oh fuck” again and again. He slows down the thrusts with his dick, but his hand starts frantically jerking his cock. It feels amazing because each stroke down on his cock puts pressure on the inside of my hole. He’s loosening me up with his fist, and he probably doesn’t even know it. A minute later, the “oh fuck” chant changes to “oh god” as he opens his eyes and stares in wonder into mine. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna jerk off inside your hole and cum.” “Yeah, man,” I say. “Flood my guts. Stretch me open and fill me up.” One more “oh fuck” and it’s like all the frantic motion just stops. I feel his hand moving up and down his shaft ever so slightly, but what amazes me is that I feel the pulsing of his cock through my hole. Each time his cock expands to send a volley of sperm into my hole, his hand has to expand around it, too, which then stretches my ass open just a bit more. I go wide-eyed in amazement as, for the first time ever, I get a guy to jerk off inside my hole to completion and breed me. I count at least a dozen pulses of his dick, imagining the gobs of cum coating the inside of my stretched-out hole and coating his fingers. I can’t hold back and let out a few “oh my god” mumbles of my own. After a few moments, he slowly extracts his dick from his hand and my hole. It’s still solidly hard, and it looks gorgeous, all firm and glistening with our combined fluids. I look at it, lick my lips, and say, “Mmm.” Eduardo pulls his hand out of my hole, too, and grabs his cock again. I look in awe at the combined size and the thought that those were just inside me. I move one of my hands to my hole and silently slide my own fist inside to recover from the sudden emptiness. Eduardo moves around toward my head, giving me access to his still-dripping cock, which I immediately engulf with my greedy lips. I can make out the flavors of his cum, his precum, and the natural taste of my hole. It’s an intoxicating mixture. I moan in ecstasy from the pleasure of feeling his cock filling my throat, my fist filling my hole, and those flavors filling my senses. “Fuck,” he says. “You already started fisting yourself? You’re such a fucking slut, and I love it.” He straightens up a bit, but he doesn’t quite pull his dick away. “Hang on. I have a present for you.” “Oh?” I say after he takes his cock out of my mouth. “You’ll see,” he says. “Just stay right there and play with your hole. I’ll be back in a second. Needing no encouragement, I lose myself in the amazing feeling of fisting myself. I love to feel my soft, warm hole wrapped around my hand almost as much as I love the feeling of having my hole stretched open. Getting both at once almost overwhelms me, and I’m happy to just lie here riding the wave. It also helps that I’m trying to feel for his load deep inside me—a sort of treasure hunt in my ass.

Chapter 3: Eric Right on schedule, Eric’s car pulls alongside the house. Like Nick, Eric knows he can let himself in through the back door when we’re partying. It makes it a lot easier when I’m otherwise occupied. The two guys already know each other, so there’s no awkwardness when Eric comes in. We all say our hellos, and Nick gets Eric up to speed with what he’s missed. “He even took my elbow inside him. That hole is super-open, and I got seriously deep today.” Eric nods his approval. “Nice. So what’s next for you, man? What do you want?” I answer while still watching the screen. “Filled. I want to get filled. Need to be filled.” My brain finally catches up with my mouth. I turn to Eric and apologize for being in a daze. “I want your fist inside my hole so badly. Nick stretched me deep. He’s really good at that. Now I want you to stretch me wide. You’ve started on me before, but you’ve never stretch me out when I’m this fucked-up.” “You got that right,” Eric says with a smirk. “I’m gonna have some fun with that sloppy hole of yours.” “Please?” I say. With a nod, Eric says, “Let’s do this.” I get up off the couch and hop into the sling. It’s a bit awkward because I still have the butt plug and Pig Hole in, but I manage. Meanwhile, Eric strips off his clothes and gets his pipe and crystals out of his bag. I realize I’m still absently playing with my little, caged cock. Speaking of little dicks, Eric usually likes to fuck me a bit before the tina dick kicks in, and sometimes he likes to piss in my hole. I try and use that as encouragement. Eric looks like he’s about to light up. “Hang on. Before you do that, come over here,” I say. I lean over the side of the sling and open my mouth. He steps right up and feeds me his cock. I do a little bit of sucking, thankful for the recent hydration break. But before he can bring his pipe to his lips, I say, “How bout I get you hard here, then you slide inside me and fill me with your piss?” Eric smiles. “Sounds good. Just so you know, I partied earlier today.” Now it’s my turn to smile—a broad, ravenous smile. “You mean it’s gonna be chem piss?” Eric just nods. “Oh fuck yes. Let’s do this. Dump in all your dirty, spiked urine. Fill me up, man. Please. Rinse out my hole with your leftover tina.” Just saying that is enough to get Eric rock hard. I do just a bit more sucking before he says “okay” and moves down to the bottom of the sling. I lean back and relax, grinning at what’s about to happen. “I can’t fill you up while this thing’s in the way,” Eric says, pointing to the butt plug. “Shit,” I say, my attention finally catching up to his. I reach down, grab the Pig Hole, and pull it all the way out in a single movement, no hesitation. All I do is grunt a small bit as the widest part clears my entrance. I drop the toys to the side. “There. All yours.” Eric’s mouth gapes open for a second, surprised by how quickly I removed such a large toy. He whistles his amazement at how eager and loose I am. Nick, standing to the side, just chuckles. “I told you. This guy is totally opened up and horny as can be.” I take that as a cue. “Fuck yeah. Come on, Eric. Shove that dick into me and fill me with your chem piss.” Nick encourages him, too. “Go on. Slide it all the way in.” And that’s just what Eric does. One motion, no warning, no stopping. He goes from completely outside of me to complete buried in my hole, all in a split second. I exhale and grin from ear to ear. “There we go,” I say, and I squeeze my hole around his dick. “Now let it loose.” Eric exhales, too. “Holy shit, you’re ready. That hole is so warm and wet and greedy.” At that, I clench my hole again. Eric laughs. “Fucking hell, you horn dog. This is too good to pass up. I’m gonna fuck you a bit before I piss in you.” “Suit yourself,” I say. “I’m just a hole.” Nick adds, “And a damn near bottomless one, at that.” Eric takes his time, changing up his pace, his angle, his stance. I encourage him from time to time with “fuck yeah” and “give it to me” and such. He talks back, so we keep a slow and steady stream of mild banter. After a while, Eric stops. He looks at me, almost looking confused. “Do you want me to cum?” That only increases my hunger. My instincts kick in. “Fuck yeah I do, man.” But Eric explains why he looks confused. “But if I cum now, it’ll all come out when you let out my piss. You usually like to keep my loads inside.” I smile. My fuckbuds know me so well. “Oh, true,” I say. “If you cum in my after your piss is out, you can fist your load deeper into me.” “Deal!” Eric says with a smile. Then he gets real still, and his face becomes empty. I can tell he’s focusing on switching the plumbing so he can let loose a steady stream of piss. I don’t move, and I don’t squeeze. I know he needs time and concentration. It’s killing me because I need to be filled. But I wait. Eric opens his eyes. “You ready? You want it?” “Fuck yeah, Eric. Gimme that chem piss. Fill me up, man. Give it to me. Please.” “Here it comes, you fucking pig. Open wide.” Then I feel the warmth start to spread inside me. He doesn’t take long, so I guess it’s not much, but it’s still hot—in both senses of the word. I feel his dick pulse a couple times, telling me he’s stopped the flow and emptied out. “There ya go, boy. Let that simmer in you for a bit. Meanwhile, I need a drink.” At that, Eric pulls out and heads off to the kitchen with Nick. They don’t even look at me, leaving me alone in the sling, feeling like a used receptacle. I smile and start playing with my tiny dick again. It doesn’t even take up half my cage at this point, but my perineum still likes the attention. I’m content, enjoying the feeling of fluid sloshing around inside me, when I hear the guys call out. “Hey, you should probably let that stuff out before it crawls further up in you. Need help getting down?” They do have a point. “Right, thanks. No, I’ve got it.” I gradually ease my way down to the floor, then I walk to the toilet, take a seat, and slowly expel all the chempiss that had been soaking inside of me. They finish their drinks, I finish emptying my hole, and we all meet back at the sling. Without a word, I climb back in, put up my feet, grab my ass cheeks, and pry them apart. Each of them chuckles and reaches down to give his dick a tug. Eric looks down at Nick’s crotch. “You look like you’re ready, and you haven’t been in this hole in a while. Want to have a go?” Nick replies, “Sure. And who knows, maybe I’ll be able to drop another load off in this nasty cumdump.” That makes me moan with anticipation. I don’t dare say a word, though. They’re talking about me as though I’m not there. Like I’m furniture or a tool to be used. That turns me on so much, and I don’t want to interrupt it. Even the moan might be too much, but I’m pretty sure it’ll just encourage them. Nick looks at Eric and asks, “Did you hear that?” Eric says, “Yeah. Sounds like your cumdump is ready for you. Get going, man. Loosen that hole up before I get to it.” Nick chuckles. “I don’t think that’s a worry, but it’ll feel great to dive in again after that little break.” “Yeah, get that hole ready for my dick. Lube it up with your sperm.” “Fuck yeah,” Nick says. “I’ll leave another load in there for you to fuck and fist in deeper.” He puts some lube on his dick for good measure, then plows right into me, pounding me hard. I moan and take it like I’m made to do. While Nick fucks me, Eric stands to the side and lights up. He gets Nick’s attention, and Nick pauses for a second so they can shotgun the clouds back and forth. I moan as I watch them make out, and Nick resumes his pounding. A minute later, they shotgun again. I could get used to watching this scene—especially watching it while I have a dick in my ass. That thought gives me an idea. While they’re making out, I squeeze my ass around Nick’s cock, making my hole really tight for a second. Nick moans so loud I can hear him through their kiss. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles. “Oh fuck, that tight hot hole feels so good. Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum again.” Needing no more prompting, I start squeezing and relaxing, squeezing and relaxing, milking his dick as his buries it deep inside me. That does the trick. Nick starts slamming his hips hard against my ass. Then he lets out a huge grunt. “You fucking cumslut! Here you go. You’re getting another one out of me. Take my fucking load!” Nick pounds all the way in once more, but this time he stays there, rooted in place, letting his throbbing cock deposit his seed deep in my guts. I help him out a bit by reaching down and around to the back of his legs. I pull him in toward me, making his cock go just that little bit deeper inside. “There,” I say. “That’s where the load belongs.” Nick pants a few more times, then lets his softening dick gradually fall out of my used hole. I immediately start fingering myself, enjoying the fresh, warm wetness. Nick slaps one of my ass cheeks and says, “Damn, dude. That’s one sweet hole.” Eric steps up as Nick goes to sit down for a minute. “Let me see how tight this hole is.” He lines up his cock and slides inside. I offer no resistance, but I do squeeze his dick as much as I can. “Damn, you ain’t joking. This is one *seriously* tight hole. Shit. I think it needs another load in it, don’t you, Nick?” “Fuck yeah, man. Add to the mix. Give him another one, dude.” I just moan at the thought. I keep up the rhythm of squeezing my ass, milking Eric’s dick, physically begging him to breed me. Eric doesn’t take long. “Fuck, he’s desperate. I’ve never felt him milk my cock so hard before. This bitch really wants seed. Shit. Guess I’m gonna give it to him,” Eric says. And with that, his grunting begins. I feel the pulsing in his cock, and I feel the smile spread across my face. I can’t help it. When I’m doing a good job as a cumdump, I get proud of myself. After a minute, Eric is spent, too. “Damn, that’s a hot hole,” he says. Eric pulls out his softening cock and smacks my ass, marking that the deed has been done. My fingers immediately move back to my hole, and I enjoy the sensation of added wetness. “Shit, look at him,” Eric says. “He just can’t keep his hands out of his hole.” I can’t help but reply to that. “I wish they were your hands, you know.” Eric looks at me with a grin. “You want me to fist those loads into you, don’t you?” I just nod my head, slowly and silently, looking right at him. “Fuck you’re horny,” Eric says. I nod some more. Eric looks over at Nick. “I don’t know, Nick. He says he wants me to fist him, but we each thought his hole was pretty tight. I don’t think he’s ready for that.” My smile disappears. I’m worried I might be missing my chance. Nick responded, “Yeah, you’re right. That hole did get pretty tight.” Then he grinned. ”But I think I know how to fix it.” He and Eric exchanged evil grins, and my heart skipped a beat. Are they thinking what I hope they’re thinking? Eric sits down at the base of the sling and starts lubing up his hand and arm. I lie back and start to relax, trying to prepare for what’s about to happen. Nick returns and says, “Here. Maybe some of this might help open him back up again.” Eric nods his agreement and starts gently fingering my hole. A hole that I think is about to get another booty bump. Eric says, “How much do you think he needs? He’s still pretty high.” Nick looks at me and back at Eric. “Yeah,” he says. “But he’s calmed down and lost a lot of his desperation. Let’s give him a good one and bring back that craving.” Hearing that, I pull back my legs a bit further and grab my ass cheeks to spread them a bit wider. I make it clear I’m ready for whatever they decide to give me. Eric’s fingers slide in a little further. I hear him chuckle. “Oh, this hole is ready, too. It just opened itself up a little more. Let’s get this hole fucked up.” Eric pulls his fingers almost all the way out, teasing my hole with his fingertips. He looks down at them as Nick leans forward to concentrate on that area, too. Nick taps the edge of a baggy a few times, dusting Eric’s fingers. “How’s that?” he asks. Eric leans closer. “He’ll need more than that to make it through what I’m gonna do to him.” I clench my hole a bit, squeezing Eric’s fingers in appreciation. Eric doesn’t look up at me, but his fingers wiggle a bit, letting me know he received my silent signal. I hear a couple more taps on the bag. “One more,” Eric says. “Make it count.” One more firm tap. “There,” Eric says. “That’ll get him totally spun out of his mind.” “Perfect,” Nick says. “Let’s destroy this nasty pig.” Eric slides his fingers in about halfway and runs them all around the inside of my sphincter. It feels like he’s rubbing me with sandpaper. I grunt and squirm a bit in slight discomfort. Eric rotates his fingers a couple more times, making sure to transfer everything from his fingers into my soft tissue. He holds his hand still again and says, “Now some J-lube to get that wet and help it absorb.” I feel cold liquid run past my entrance and into my hole. I almost say something, but Eric interrupts my thoughts. “Hit the poppers, boy. You’re gonna take my fist in about 30 seconds, so you’d better get ready.” I need no more motivation. I uncap the bottle and take a few long, heavy huffs as I feel Eric’s hand already making more rapid movements, pressing more firmly into the hole he’s determined to enter soon. He’s sort of pulsing his hand right at my outer ring, as though he’s testing the resistance. I put the cap back on the bottle, drop the bottle right beside me in the sling, reach up and put my hands behind my head and exhale slowly as the rush of the poppers hits. And that’s exactly when Eric’s fist slides inside me. I grunt, more out of surprise than anything, and I start panting hard from the exhilaration of the penetration and the poppers. Of course, the panting gets my heart going, and soon enough I feel a hint of another kind of rush kick in—my panting pushes the bump through my bloodstream faster. Meanwhile, Eric is pulsing his hand forward and backward inside my hole. He’s not going deeper, but he’s applying and releasing pressure, teasing my hole and tormenting my sphincter. I start grunting with each exhalation I make. My breathing pace gets quicker, and my grunts get deeper-pitched. I start mumbling things like “oh fuck” and “fuck yeah”. Through the brain haze I hear Eric’s voice. “See? The best way to distract a bottom pig is it shove something in his hole, and poppers always make that easier to do. I’ll bet he never felt the burn from that bump because he was too busy thinking about my fist.” I barely nod. My attention is on my hole, what’s going on inside it, and what I want to have inside it. Eric continued, “And he barely noticed my fist go in because he was riding the wave of poppers.” I nod again, slightly. “See, man? He’s already fucked up, and we’re just getting started. You won’t believe how far he’ll open up for me in a few minutes.” I take that as a challenge, and I relax my hole a bit more, push back a little on his hand, and exhale slowly and audibly. Eric takes the bait and pushes in deeper, going in a couple more inches with no trouble at all. He smiles up at me. “Thaaaat’s it, you fucking pig. You know I want in there. You’re gonna let me get deep inside that sloppy hole, aren’t you, boy?” “Uh-huh,” is all I can manage. “That’s right, you fucking cumdump. You’re gonna open all the way up for me.” He pulses his hand inside me again. ”Which way do you want me to go, pig?” he asks. “Deeper,” I say. “Please. Please go deeper inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You’re gonna open right up and take all of me, aren’t you, you dirty pig?” I nod. “You want more?” I nod. “Take it, you filthy pig,” Eric says as he pushes his fist deeper into my hole. Just as I think he’s gone in pretty easily, he says, “Fucking hell! Nick, you were right. This hole really is hungrier than ever. I’m not hitting any resistance.” I take as much as I can, but I hold up an open palm to get him to pause. Sure, I’m wide open and hungry, but I’m not used to Eric going that deep that quickly. “Fuck, dude. You got two-thirds of my forearm in you without hesitating. Good job.” All I can do is pant in response. I hear Eric flip open the lube bottle. He pours more on the last bit of his forearm left outside my hole, so I know what’s about to happen. “Hit the poppers, pig. You’re gonna need ‘em.” I do as I’m told, taking two nice long huffs on the bottle before capping it and setting it aside. I start to lean back and close my eyes, but Eric interrupts me. “Nuh-uh. Look at me.” I freeze. “Open your eyes and look at me, pig.” I raise my eyelids halfway and try to focus on Eric’s face through the combined brain fogs of the buzz and my ever-growing high. “Look at my face,” Eric says. “I wanna see those dilated pupils, you tweaker.” At that, Eric jerks his fist into me just a bit. He doesn’t go in more than half an inch. But it’s enough to startle me and make my eyes bug out. “Atta boy. Stay with me. Look at my eyes,” Eric says. “Niiiice. I can barely see the color around your pupils. You’re pretty far gone, aren’t you, pig?” I bulge my eyes a bit thinking only of how deep his hand is inside my hole. And I want him even deeper now. “Deeper,” I say, partly as a plea, partly as a request, partly as just an echo. And I gaze absently at Eric’s face, knowing that he’s in control of me right now. “Fuck yeah,” he says. “That’s the kind of insatiable bottom bitch I like to see. I’m in further than I’ve ever been, and he’s still begging for more.” “More,” I mimic, knowing it’s what I need right now. The only thing I need. Right now. I stare at Eric’s face, locking eyes with him. I push back against his fist inside me. My eyes bug out. My face spasms. I mutter through clenched teeth: “Fuck. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Gimme more. Deeper. Fuck yeah. Oh. Fuck. Yes.” It sounds like the other guys said “fuck yes” at the same time I did. I look up to see Eric and Nick each cracking an open-jawed smile. Nick says, “You made it to his elbow, dude. You’re there. All the way.” I don’t smile back. “Fuuuuuck,” is all I can manage. Eric picks up on this. “Fuck. You want more, don’t you? This pig just took my whole forearm, and he’s still begging for more. Fucking hell! Dude, I told you the bigger bump would work. He’s insatiable now.” “More,” I repeat, saying the only word that registered through everything he just said. “More.” I gasp and start to whimper and whine as I feel Eric pulling out, rather than pushing in. My breathing is erratic. I’m confused by what’s happening. “Hang on, you fucking pig. You’ll get what you want. Gimme a second,” Eric says. “Hey Nick. Help me lube my hand.” I’m completely baffled. Why is he pulling out? Why is he lubing his hand? it’s already inside me. It doesn’t need lube. I start to whimper again, when I feel the touch of fingertips around my hole. My hole that still has Eric’s fist in it, down to about the wrist. I feel fingers rubbing my hole around his wrist. “I got ya, you pig. Calm down. Here’s a new challenge for you,” Eric says. And I feel fingertips slide inside my hole, beside the wrist I’ve already engulfed. “We’re gonna work this wiiide open now,” he says. At this point, I’m floating on a cloud, and my ass is the only thing I care about in the universe. I lie back, relax completely, and let Eric work his magic destroying my hole. I don’t communicate with anyone beyond grunts, moans, and the occasional “fuck” or “fuck yeah”. I am nothing more than a hole designed to be split open and filled. Eric takes full advantage of my complaint state. His fingers move around my ass lips for a bit, loosening them a little and spreading around the lubrication. He pulls that hand out and turns his other fist into a piston, crossing my threshold again and again, getting my ass used to the intrusion and weakening my defenses against penetrations of any size. Hearing nothing but moans from me, Eric slides his hand out of my hole, leaving only his four fingers inside. He then adds the four fingers of his other hand, letting me feel pried open and slightly stretched. He starts moving each hand back and forth, in and out, around and out—he’s turning my sphincter into taffy, bending and stretching it to his will. Sometimes he’ll pause, leaving all eight fingers inside, shaped like he’s about to dive into me. Then he uses his thumbs to massage the ring around my hole. Other times, he’ll put his fingers in with knuckles together and palms facing out. He stretches them apart a bit, working on my gape, and again uses his thumbs to massage the bottom of my hole. And still other times, he builds up a rhythm, sliding one fist in and out, then the other, then the first, and back again, alternating fists in an all-out assault on my ass. He’s numbing my resistance. He’s wearing out my ring, making me helpless in the face of this onslaught he’s subjecting me to. And all I can do is grunt along with the abuse, opening right up and taking everything he gives me. Eventually (I’ve lost all sense of time), his pacing slows. He keeps one fist balled up inside me, pushing it in and out right inside my hole, teasing me with pressure and making me gasp from the constant intensity. I hear him speak a single word, filled with command, authority, encouragement, and patience. That one word? “Poppers.” I obey, grabbing my bottle, removing the lid, and leaning in for two slow, long huffs. I lean back and slowly start to exhale. “Again,” I hear Eric say. Again, I obey, taking two more long, deep sniffs from the bottle. I can’t hold it in as long this time because my heart is already racing. But I lean back and exhale as slowly as I can. “Last one,” Eric says, encouraging and demanding at the same time. As I lean forward to inhale again, I whimper a bit. I’m unsteady despite lying in a sling. My head is spinning despite being completely still. I’m losing touch with reality and with my body. I’m sure that’s just how Eric wants it, and he knows this last huff will send me past the brink. I take two more long pulls from the poppers, lean back, replace the cap, mindlessly set the bottle wherever, and start to exhale as I drop my head completely onto the sling, unable to hold it upright a moment longer. “Good boy,” Eric says. “Ride that wave. Open up, boy, cuz you’re gonna get wrecked now. Relax and breathe.” Just the way Eric speaks to me turns me on. He’s controlling and kind, telling me what to do and watching out for me at the same time. At this point, I will do absolutely anything he tells me—anything to get more of him inside me. My brain switches from reason to desperation. I start babbling encouragement as all the drugs swim in my mind, fueling the monster. I become a pure fisting power bottom. There’s no human left. Only a hole remains. “Fuck me,” I say. “Fucking give it to me. Fill me up. Go all the way. That hole is yours. Open it wide. Fucking stuff that hole full. Fuck man. Do it. Push my limits. Give it to me.” Eric applies more pressure with his fist, which makes me grunt and push back, trying to engulf everything he’s pushing into me. I want anything inside my hole I can get. “Breathe, you fucking pig. Breathe,” Eric says. But I can’t control my breathing any more. I am a slave to my hunger. My hole controls me. I push. I groan. I grab the bottom of the sling and pull myself down onto Eric’s arm. An arm that feels suddenly wider than it was a minute ago. I take the girth as a challenge, let my hunger out as a growl, relax my hole, and push, willing it to slide inside. It works. With a thump, I feel something massive enter me. My hole feels more stretched than ever before, and my insides feel more full than they’ve ever felt. My eyes bug out, and I start panting. I try to find Eric’s face to look at it for answers, but my eyes can’t focus on anything because I’m so spun out. I’m damn near hyperventilating, but I feel absolutely incredible. “Shhhhhh,” Eric hisses. “Relax you goddamned pig. You’ve done it. You achieved your goal. Now calm down and feel for yourself.” I take a few moments to try and slow my breathing. I can’t make much progress, but I at least figure out how to close my mouth and breathe hard through my nose, which relaxes me a small bit. I take a couple deeper breaths and feel my body return to the sling from whatever cloud I’d been floating on. He told me to feel for myself. I have no idea what he means, but my instincts kick in, and my hands move down toward my crotch, my perineum, and my hole. My hole. Oh my god, my hole. “Fuck,” I mumble. I barely recognize it as mine, it’s stretched so huge. I run my hands around the circumference of my massive hole, amazed by how big it has become. And then I feel what’s inside. What two things are inside. “Holy fuck,” I say. Each of my hands finds a wrist sticking out of my hole. Each of my hands slides around my hole, finds one of Eric’s wrists, and wraps fingers around it, disbelieving the reality. I look directly into Eric’s eyes, an expression of wonder and bafflement on my face. “Holy fuck,” I repeat. “I took two?” Eric begins to laugh. “Yeah, you hungry fucking pig hole. You have both my fists inside you. Nice work, you nasty fuck. You like it?” I’m too overwhelmed to answer. I run my hands around the edge of my hole again. My eyes bug out again. I exhale. I smile. That’s enough of an answer for him. Nick chimes in, “Yep. I think the pig hole likes it.” My brain is completely fried, unable to process anything beyond the unreal sense of fullness I feel and the intense stretching my hole is enduring. Things get even more intense as Eric pulses his hands—both of them—back and forth. Even a small movement is enough to send shockwaves through my body and light up my face. I hear Eric chuckle as I squirm. “Let’s see if he can take this,” Eric says. “Alternating hands.” A few weeks back, Eric had alternated his hands by penetrating me with one and then the other, loosening my hole and weakening my resistance. Now, he starts doing almost the same thing, but he never removes so much as the knuckles of either hand. He’s running two fists back and forth, over and over again, keeping both inside me the entire time. The sensations are completely overwhelming. I slam my head down onto the sling, open my eyes and mouth as though I’ve just seen a ghost, and then my voice catches up with me. “Oh my god! Holy shit. Fuck yeah. Fucking wreck my hole, man. Destroy my ass. Gimme those fucking fists. Stretch me out. Fuck yeah, give it to me. Fuuuck yeaaaaahhhhh.” The changing sensations all start to blend together. I can’t tell which hand was coming or going, or how much Eric is rotating or twisting. It’s as though my entire ass is made out of putty, and he’s just playing with it, morphing it and shaping it however he wants. “Dude,” I say. “That ass is *yours*—play with it. Use it. Fill it. Destroy it. Whatever you want. Just don’t fucking stop!” For the next several minutes, my mind and my body sort of disconnect. I know something’s happening to my hole, and I feel every bit of euphoria from it, but the details are completely lost. It’s like I’m not experiencing the physical actions, only the pleasures they create. I completely lose myself in the bliss of being out of control of my own wrecked hole. I’m sure my face looks totally vacant, with a half-present smile like I’m dreaming. And maybe I am. I can’t tell where reality is anymore, and I have no interest in waking up. This feels more incredible than anything I’ve ever experienced. Eric continues plunging into my hole, stretching me any way he wants. After a good long while, I feel him calm down and slow his pace. A bit of his roughness and determination make way for the care and kindness he showed earlier. He speaks up. “Okay, you nasty hole. You need to come back down to earth for a while. We need to get you hydrated, and my arms need a break. I’m gonna slow down and eventually pull out.” I whimper, shamelessly. “I know, dude. But we both need a break.” My brain starts to register the coming crisis: I’ll be empty. “But my hole,” I mumble. It’s Nick’s turn to talk. “Oh, don’t worry. I think we can find something to fill it for a bit while you get a drink. I have some ideas.” I notice he’s grinning like a devil. That means I’ll enjoy whatever he’s dreaming up. “But Eric and I are gonna have to go soon. Start thinking of someone you can invite over to use that blasted-open hole.” It’s a struggle to think clearly while Eric’s still playing, slowly, inside my hole and while I’m still coming down from the euphoric high I’ve been on. But I remember a conversation with a friend a few days back. A friend who said he wanted to see how stretched-out I could get. He’s seen me after I got high before, taking advantage of residual horniness. But he’s always wanted to see me totally spun out of my mind, to watch my desperation and to see how much I can take from him. Ed. Eduardo is his name. “Yeah. Eduardo will want to use me,” I say. Nick chuckles. “Then you’d better hit him up and get him over here. He’s up next, I think.” Nick hands me my phone. “Do you got this, or you need me to write it?” “I got it,” I say. Knowing how difficult it will be to focus on the screen, much less the keyboard, I use my phone’s voice assistant and dictate a message. Talking to my phone, I say, “Tell Eduardo to get over here. My hole is wrecked and ready for you to abuse. Please come fill me up.” I send the message, hand the phone to Nick with a “thank you”, and collapse back onto the sling, totally spent. Eric’s movements have pretty much stopped by this point. He says, “Okay. I need a break. Nick, do you have plans for this useless hole?” “Yeah, hang on. I at least need to feel how loose it is. That looks amazing.” At this point, I feel proud of my hard work. I don’t think they’re even trying, but they’re still referring to me as an object, like I’m not there. I’ve succeeded in becoming nothing but a hole to them. I hear Nick coating his arms with lube, so I know he’s about to dive in again. My abuse isn’t over yet. “Okay,” he says. “Ready for me to take over?” Eric replies, “Sure. Alright, you pig. I’m gonna pull out now. But don’t worry, Nick will be back inside you in just a second.” I feel the fullness inside me continue to decrease as Eric slowly but surely removes first one hand then the other from inside my now-cavernous bowels. I don’t even grunt or flinch as they pass my threshold. One of the guys whistles his amazement. “He didn’t even react. Jesus, he’s blasted.” And at that, the last of Eric’s fingers left my ass. My hands immediately seek out my hole, feeling and fingering the sloppy, wet mess that used to be my tight sphincter. “Shit, look at that,” one of the guys says. “He’s a mindless animal. He can’t let his hole alone for two seconds.” Needing no further encouragement, I wipe a palm across my hole, then the back of the same hand. Then I ball the hand up into a fist, and I slide it right into my gaping chute. Within seconds, I’m pistoning my hand inside myself because I can’t bear to have an empty hole. “Fucking hell, man. He’s so desperate that he’s already fisting himself. Damn.” “See if you can wrap your hand around his and double-fist him again.” I feel fingers at my entrance, prodding and searching for something. I feel pressure. And then I feel like someone is trying to hold my hand. A bit more pressure and a slight thump, and suddenly my fist is wrapped inside someone else’s. “Holy fuck. Holy fuck, dude. You’re double-fisting yourself with someone else. Holy fuck.” I just moan, too distracted by the fullness to worry about what the words mean. “Shit. Can I slide past?” The sensations change. My hand is no longer being held, but the pressure and stretching increase. I feel flesh sliding past the back of my hand. I realize then that someone is fisting me deeper while I keep my own fist just inside my hole. “Jesus Christ,” comes a voice. I think it’s Nick’s. “You have your fist and half my forearm inside you, and you’ve not so much as grunted. Your hole will take anything, won’t it?” Through my brain fog, I say one thing: “More.” “Fucking hell,” Nick says. “I gotta try this. Here, dude. Move your hand. I’ll take over.” I feel Nick tug at my wrist, prying my fist out of my hole. I whimper when it’s out, sad for the sudden emptiness. That emptiness doesn’t last long, though, because within seconds, Nick slides his other hand in to replace mine. I barely grunt when it’s through. “Fuck yeah, dude. Take those fists,” he says. Nick pushes deeper. I grunt. He keeps going. “Oh my god, you pig. Your hole just swallowed half of both of my forearms. And you barely noticed!” To encourage him, I push back on him and try to swallow more. “Hell yeah, dude. You’re insatiable.” At this point, I’m a mindless machine, hell-bent on taking everything I can get. Without opening my eyes or changing my expression, I grab my poppers. I go through the motions of huffing like I’m a robot following a program. “Jesus, dude. You think you can take more?” “More,” I repeat, as I push back against his fists and stare directly into his eyes, my eyes growing wide with fierce determination. “Go deeper,” I say. No, I challenge. I demand. “Fucking hell, man. Take it. Take my fists deep inside you. Swallow my arms, you fucking pig. Fuckin — Oh. My. God!” he says, wide-eyed, as three…four…five more inches of his body disappear inside mine. “Holy fuck,” we both say together. Nick just looks at me. “Fucking hell. How the fuck can you do this?” I keep staring back at him, ignoring his question. “Fuck me. Fuck that hole.” I pull my legs back further, giving him even easier access. “Goddamn, dude. How could I not?” Nick looks like a toddler in a playground: Overwhelmed by opportunity but confident it’s all for him. He starts playing inside me. He pistons his hands—sometimes together, sometimes separately. He rotates his wrists. He changes the shape of his fists. He spends several minutes doing everything and anything he can think of with his arms inside me. The whole time I’m just along for the ride, enjoying the changing sensations. We each enjoy a few more minutes of this, until Eric comes back. “No really, guys,” he says. “We need to get him rehydrated, and his amazing hole deserves a break.” “But I don’t want a break,” I say. I look at Nick. “Just keep pounding me, dude.” Nick starts to slowly remove one hand, then the other, ignoring my plea. “Naw, man. Eric’s right. You need fluids.” “I need a butt plug,” I say. “Don’t leave me empty. Not after that.” I realize now, though, that I’m so stretched-out that I probably won’t even feel the biggest plug I have. After taking two arms, it’s tough to feel full by comparison. “Shit. I don’t have a plug that’s big enough to stay in.” I really start to worry now, knowing the only thing I crave right now is to be filled. I’ll think of nothing else unless that need is satisfied. “Hang on,” Eric says. “I got you.” Nick continues his slow, steady exit from my hole. But he takes pity on me because he leaves one hand inside, moving it around a bit, seeming to enjoy the feel of my warm, wet hole engulfing him. Regardless of whether it’s for his benefit or mine, I appreciate it. He’s keeping me filled up, at least a little, while we wait for Eric to come back. After a moment, Eric enters the room carrying the largest butt plug I’ve ever seen outside a sex shop. It has a massive flange on it, so once it’s in, it’s not coming out easily. And it’s wider than any toy I’ve ever taken. It looks like it weighs more than a small child. “Think this’ll do?” Eric asks. “I got it just for you, pig. I figured you’d be insatiable, and I thought it might be time for you to move up to something impossibly big.” Before I could figure out what to say, Nick speaks. “I’ll tell you what, his hole is ready. I can feel it twitching around my hand. As soon as he laid eyes on that thing, this hole started begging.” “Let’s see how it works,” Eric said. Nick pulled out his hand and used it to slather lube all over the new toy. They poured a bit more on for good measure. Nick moved the tip of the plug toward my hole. “Hang on,” says Eric, looking at Nick. “What would you say to some more of this?” In Eric’s hand is a familiar little baggy. Nick looks surprised, but he grins. “Seriously? With the state he’s already in?” Eric smirks back. “I get it, but that’s a big toy, and besides, you heard him raking in another booty call once we’re gone. We might as well leave this dirty pig in the best condition possible.” Eric looks at me. “What do you think?” I was already smiling mischievously at the thought of getting yet another bump tonight. But when he looks at me, my eyes bug out again, without my conscious thought on my part. Eric just chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes. Prepare for blast-off,” He says. I watch as Eric opens the baggie again and tips it over, almost like he’s dumping the entire contents onto the tip of the plug.“ Nick looks surprised. “Jesus, dude. Are you sure?” Eric says, “He’ll be fine. We’re about to hydrate him, anyway. This will counteract any sobering effect the drinks have.” Nick says, “Alright, then.” He lines up the tip with the entrance to my blown-out hole. I swear I can already feel a burning sensation, and the plug isn’t even inside me. “He ya go, ya fucking pig.” Nick presses the greased-up plug into my open and eager hole. A gentle, constant pressure gets it two-thirds in without trouble. Then he slows down a bit, apparently finding resistance. “Okay, pig. Relax. Deep breaths.” I do my best to concentrate on my breathing despite being split open from below. I feel the massive plug continuing to stretch me and penetrate deeper into my guts. “Almost there,” Nick says. “Deep breath out.” I exhale slowly and loudly, just as I feel added pressure on the plug. Then I feel a bit of suction as my hole closes in around the base of the toy and locks it in place. “Oh my god,” Nick and I say. “This feels incredible. I’m so full and so open. And shit, there’s the burn. Oh, fuck guys, you’re gonna totally fuck me up.” Eric laughs at that. “Oh, right. Like you’re not already fucked up? You know you wanted more.” He’s right, so I don’t argue. They gingerly help me out of the sling so I can stretch my legs a bit and get blood flowing back to my feet. I follow them out to the kitchen, marveling at the feeling of walking with this massive toy locked inside my hole. All my attention is on my hole and the pressure it feels. If the guys are talking, I’m paying no attention. My hands roam around my crotch, my hole, and my perineum as I pace restlessly around the room. I just need to go back to getting fucked. I need more dicks inside me. I need to be a communal cumdump. After a moment, I’m startled back to reality by a bottle being held in front of my face. I look up. Nick is offering me a sports drink. “Down this,” he says. “You need the electrolytes, bad.” I chug the drink, almost in a single gulp. Nick laughs. “Well I guess the pig wasn’t just a hungry hole. He’s a thirsty hole, too!” He leaves and comes back a moment later. “Here, pig. Have another.” This one I get about halfway through before I slow down. “That’s better,” I hear Nick say. “Now take your time with the rest of it.” I take a few more sips, then set it on the table before wandering over to sit down on the couch. Once my butt hits the cushion, I realize how the frame of the couch pushes the huge butt plug further into me, lighting up my prostate. It feels amazing and distracts what little attention span I still have. I start rocking my hips back and forth, grinding my pelvis into the furniture. The depth of the penetration feels insane. “The fuck?” Nick says with a chuckle as he walks into the room. “Eric, you should come see this. Our pig here is fucking himself with his couch. Hell, he looks like he’d try to shove the whole thing up his hole if it had enough lube on it.” I’m too distracted by the pleasure signals coming from my prostate. I don’t even react to whatever Nick just said. Eric enters the room and laughs. “Yeah, he’s gone. Looks like he’d do anything we tell him to do and shove anything he can in his hole. He’s gonna be out of it for a while. You said he has someone coming over, right?” “I think so, yeah. Another top,” Nick says. “I hope the dude is seriously hung. Otherwise it’ll be like a hotdog down a hallway. I’ve never seen a fuck hole so opened up before.” Eric turns to Nick. “Alright. We should head out of here before he tries to swallow even more of our arms this time.” “Yeah, sounds good,” says Nick. “I need a nap, anyway.” Nick looks at me. “You okay if we head out?” By this point I’m bouncing up and down on the most massive toy ever to go inside my hole. I’m completely spun out, higher than I’ve ever been before. I’m staring absently at the porn playing on the screen, grunting from the butt plug’s assault and moaning when someone on the screen gets off. I’m locked in a self-feeding cycle of hedonistic pleasure, beyond the ability to respond to Nick. He nods. “Right. You’re good. I’m gonna say this to you now and hope it trickles through your brain for when you come back to earth. Remember to drink more.” My eyes flicker all around the room, eventually landing on the half-empty sports drink on the table. “Yeah, that,” Nick says. “Drink it. Okay, we’re out. Catch you later, you nasty fuck hole.”

Chapter 2: Nick Now I’m plugged and locked, just as a whore like me should be. I feel complete and focused. Focused on my hole. Damn, I want something real in there. I hop into my sling and start pressing on my perineum and feeling the lips of my ass that surround the massive butt plug. Basically, I’m doing the closest thing I can do to masturbating without having access to my hole or my cock. And it’s driving me crazy. I just want another person to slide inside me. I start playing with the plug in my hole, pulling it out and putting it back in again, getting my hole accustomed to the width. I open right up and soon I can’t hold it in without pushing with my hands. Just then, I hear Nick’s car. He always lets himself in, so I don’t bother getting out of the sling. I stay right where I am and continue fingering myself all around my wet, plugged hole, closing my eyes as I imagine Nick’s hand sliding inside me. I moan. While I’m moaning, I hear the back door open and close, and I know Nick has arrived. He strolls into the room, sees me in the sling, smiles, and asks casually, “How’s it going?” I cut to the chase, only one thing on my mind. “I’m so fucking horny, dude. Nick, I need your fist in my hole right now.” He sets his backpack down in a corner of the room, saying, “goddamn you’re hot when you get like this.” I chuckle. “So does that mean you’ll fist me?” “Fuck yeah it does.” As Nick starts to remove his shoes and shirt, I fill the time by giving him an update. “I’ve been stretched open a good bit already. My Daddy fucked me for eight hours last night. Then he bred me around sunrise and fisted his load in past my second hole.” “Fuck yeah,” Nick says again. “Now it’s your turn. Stretch me for depth. I want to see how far in you can go.” “I got pretty far last time,” Nick says, looking at his forearm and using his finger to draw an imaginary line across it about three inches shy of the crease in his elbow. “I went deeper than that just now with Daddy,” I say, knowing it will tease him. That puts a devilish smile on Nick’s face as he recognizes I just challenged him. “Hell fuckin’ yeah. Let’s do this. Let’s see how hollow you are, you nasty fucker.” I smile, knowing my little review got him worked up and committed to working me over good. As he sits down at the end of the sling and starts surveying the lube, toys, and towels lying around, his eyes come to rest on my hands still massaging my perineum. With a smirk he says, “Someone’s hungry. But it looks like you already have something in you.” Now I recognize I’m the one being teased. He’s inspecting me. So I step up to the challenge. I relax in preparation as I grab the base of the butt plug. I pull it the whole way out of me in one quick motion. “This thing? Eh. It was just holding your place. We can move it whenever you’re ready.” I then slide it all the way back in just as quickly as I pulled it out, stopping only after I feel that satisfying *thump* of the base locking in place. I look at him and smirk. It had the right effect. Nick slowly shakes his head in disbelief and cracks a smile. “Damn, dude, you *are* opened up. How many bumps did you say you got?” “Three over about nine hours.” “And when was your last one?” “Maybe an hour ago.” “I see,” says Nick. “So it’s a good thing I brought this.” From seemingly nowhere, Nick holds up a dime bag filled with a huge chunk that’s almost clear. “This should help us have a good day.” My eyes bulge at the sight—part from surprise, part from hunger, and part from my existing high. “Fuuuuck” is all I say, letting him see the eagerness on my face as I bend myself forward in the sling just a bit, making me lean toward him, all while my hands keep playing around my hole. Nick just chuckles. “Someone’s a desperate chempig.” I don’t even smile at that. He’s stating the obvious. Nobody smiles when they’re called a human; why should I smile when called a hungry chempig? “You keep playing with yourself there while I give myself a dose to catch up with you.” Happy to know I get to see a show, I ask, “How ya gonna do it?” “Point,” he says. “Can you do it while you’re fucking me?” I absolutely love watching and feeling a normal, everyday top convert into a sex-crazed monster with a throbbing cock while he’s in front of me and inside me. Besides, it also saves the trouble of lining things up for penetration when the rush hits. The top can just pound his feelings into my hole while he coughs. Nick thinks for half a second, his eyes looking up to his right. A smirk crosses his face. “Sure,” he says. “But only on one condition.” “What’s that?” I ask. “I’m not going to tell you. But trust me, you’ll like it.” Nick knows me well enough that I believe him, but I’m still really curious. The curiosity doesn’t last too long, though, as my attention goes right back to my hole again. Always back to my hole. That’s all I am right now—a hole. As I move the flange of the plug back and forth across the threshold of my hole, keeping it as loose as possible, Nick makes the usual noises of point preparation. I hear him strap his arm. I hear him tap the point. “Okay,” he says. “I think that plug needs to go away so I can fuck you. Your hole needs my hard cock in it, not that plastic thing.” That’s all the encouragement I need. I pull the plug right out and drop it on the play sheet beneath the sling. “Fuck yeah. Do it, Nick. Fuck me. I wanna feel your bare flesh inside me.” He smiles. “You fucking pig. Get ready. Push out. Lemme see it.” I close my eyes and push out my hole, stretching as wide as I can. Nick just says, “Fuck yeah.” A second passes, and he shoves his whole cock balls-deep into my waiting hole. “Oh god damn,” I gasp, surprised he went balls deep this time. He’s in a mood, I see. “Fuck yeah, Nick. Gimme that whole dick.” “You got it, buddy.” And that’s when the pounding starts. He totally goes to town, ramming his dick all the way in, letting loose knowing his willing bottom could take whatever he wanted to give. “I’m gonna fuck you up real good.” “Yeah, Nick. Give it to me.” I relished the feeling of real skin inside me after having that butt plug inside for so long. The plug was pretty fat, and Daddy’s fist opened me up pretty good. I know I’m not as tight as Nick usually likes it. He’s thinking the same thing because he says, “Damn, you’re loose. You fucking whore!” He smirks at me and keeps pounding. I smirk back, eyes bulging, and clench down on my hole, putting his cock in a vice grip. “Holy fuck!” he says, locking eyes with me. “Fuck, that’s an incredible hole. You’re gonna get my load real soon if you’re not careful.” “To hell with careful. I didn’t know you were close. You know I want that load inside me. Please give me another one. Breed me, Nick.” But instead of grunting or pounding harder or any of that, Nick does the last thing I would expect: He stops. His dick is still deep inside me, but he’s not moving. I stare at him, confused and worried. “Not yet. You forgot my point and our bargain.” “Oh, yeah,” I say, intrigued but desperate to milk his cock dry. I squeeze his cock a couple times to show him. He chuckles. “You damn cumslut. I know you want it. And you’ll get it, don’t worry. Hang on.” He pulls his cock almost all the way out, leaving only his head inside. I stay deathly still, knowing that if I squeeze again, I’ll pop him out. “Good boy. Don’t move.” Nick leans back a bit and grabs something off a nearby table. He puts a little something on his dick—probably lube so he can slide back in nice and smooth—and puts that back on the table. He stands upright again and has a point in hand this time. “You ready?” he asks. “Fuck yeah, man. I wanna see the monster come out,” I say. Nick chuckles again. “Oh he will, man. I’m sure of it.” He focuses his attention on the crease of his elbow. This starts the most painful stretch of time for me because I can’t move. I can’t squeeze, or his cock will pop out. I can’t pull him toward me because he needs to focus on the needle. I can only wait—when waiting is the last thing I want to do. I feel his cock pulse a bit, almost like the first round of a cumshot. He’s squeezed his cock, either to let me know he’s thinking of me or because administering the point has him horny. Probably both. I moan a bit to let him know I appreciate it. The needle is in. He pulls back on the plunger and gets a splash of dark color as the vein registers. “Fuck yeah,” I whisper, encouraging him and letting him know I like the show. In response, he slowly pushes his cock into me, moving all the way down to the base. He pulls back out to just the tip. He says, “Here we go,” and starts pushing the plunger in. At the same time, he pushes his cock back into my hole. It’s like I can feel the plunger pushing into me while I watch it push into him. I’m in a trance, watching the syringe empty into his vein as I feel his cock filling up my hole. The synchrony is incredible. He finishes the injection and pulls the syringe out. He undoes the strap and sets the point aside. At the same time, he starts a slow, rhythmic fucking, now that he doesn’t need to concentrate. Right as he lifts his arm and gets ready to cough, I feel it: a burning sensation inside my hole, one I recognize all too well. The fucker didn’t put lube on his dick. It was another bump. I’m gonna be out of my mind soon. I gasp. He looks down at me. All I can say before he coughs is, “the burn.” Nick struggles as the cough from the point mixes with his laugh at my surprise. He continues moving his dick in and out. I smile and tease him. “You fucker. You gave me another bump. You’re insane.” “I didn’t want you to feel left out. Those were my terms. Told you you’d like it.” “Fuuuuck, dude. I hope you’re ready.” “You’d better hope you’re ready. Now shut the fuck up and take my cock.” I watch as his face turns serious and intense, maybe even dark. He puts a hand on my leg and another on my other hip. And the monster takes over. Nick grunts, almost growls, as he’s overcome by the need to fuck. Fuck hard, fuck deep, and fuck raw. He starts pounding and grunting harder and louder than I’ve ever seen or heard from him before. I’m glad I got loose before he got here because this would destroy me otherwise. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he says. “Squeeze that hole again. Make it tight for me. Milk out my load.” I had completely forgotten, distracted by the ritual of administration. He was about to cum. Shit. I want that load more than anything else right now. I clamp down on his cock like a vice. “Holy fuck,” he says, eyes bulging with the arousal and the high. “Holy FUCK, that hole. My god. You ready for my load?” “Fuck yes. Give it to me. Feed my hole. Give me your seed. Breed me, Nick. Breed me.” He starts to talk. “Well here…you…g…” But that last word never finishes. It turns into a growl, getting louder and more animalistic as he gets closer to climax. Two more thrusts, and the dam breaks. He slams his cock balls-deep into me in deliberate, powerful strokes, each one accompanied by a loud grunt. I count six of those huge thrusts before he starts panting, grabs hold of the sling, and shakes his head to clear it a bit. He looks into my face, not really registering me yet, distant and unfocused. He’s still breathing heavily, and I can still feel his cock pulsing in my hole. That’s a huge load he’s dumping into me. I can even feel a bit of the warmth as it spreads. Or maybe that’s just the bump starting to kick in. Oh, shit. Starting. I’m about to get even higher than I am right now, and I’m sexually high off getting freshly seeded. I’m not sure I’m ready to be as desperate as I’m about to get. This could be bad…or really, really good. Nick’s panting fades away, and he looks up at me, clearly making eye contact and coming back down to earth—well, as close as he can get with that fresh slam in his veins. He’s still a bit dazed, so I speak first. “Fuck, that was good,” I say, letting out a quick exhale of exhaustion. “Was? What do you mean, ‘was’? Bitch, I’m just getting started with you.” Still not smiling, Nick straightens up and steadily pulls his dick out of my hole. I’m surprised it’s still there, really—I can feel it shrinking rapidly, the post-orgasm effects of tina. His dick flops out of me, and I start to whimper, the feeling of emptiness returning. But before my hands can move down to inspect my freshly seeded hole, Nick gently rests his fingers on it. Then he applies a little pressure, which reassures me. That hole needs attention, and he’s giving it just enough, for now at least. I’m starting to sweat, and I know that last bump is gonna hit hard, and soon. Nick’s smirk returns. “I’m just getting started, and that load of mine needs to be a lot deeper inside that amazing hole of yours.” With that, he changes the shape of his hand so his fingers are all positioned right at the entrance to my hole. I feel wetness on them. I guess I’m leaking a bit already, and he’s gonna put it all back in. Nick grabs some lube and starts pouring it on his arm and rubbing it all around, getting from his hand to the crease of his elbow soaking wet and slippery. While he’s doing that, he gives me a task. More like a command. “Find your poppers and take a deep hit. You’re gonna need it.” I do as he says. I’m halfway through my first huff, and I start to feel the pressure of his fingers on my hole, demanding entrance. His fingertips slide just past my threshold right as the poppers hit me. “Thaaaat’s it,” he says. “Now be a good boy, relax, and let me in.” I follow his instructions and relax as much as I can. His hand slides inside with only the slightest resistance at the thumb and the smallest grunt escapes from my mouth. His entire hand is inside me in no time. “Fucking hell, you’re eager. Someone needs to be fed,” he says. “Looks like you enjoy having my cum spread around inside you.” I’m pretty sure the rush of poppers accelerated the spread of that booty bump through my system, because I feel a much more intense craving now than before Nick’s hand entered me. Either the poppers helped, or getting fisted unlocks a deeper craving inside me. Probably a bit of both. That deeper craving is real. It’s a need. I must have him further inside me. I have to be filled. Now. “Fuck yeah, I need to be fed. Shove that fresh load deep into my guts. Lube up your hand with your spunk. See how deep you can go. I want more. Please give me more. Go deeper.” Mind you, while I’m saying this, he’s keeping a constant pressure going, moving slowly but surely into my hole. It’s like my words are narrating his actions. Nick has been watching my face the whole time, looking for any signs of trouble. There have been none. I want his fist worse than I’ve ever craved it before, and I need him deeper inside me than he’s ever gone. He gets to about halfway down his forearm and eases up a bit. “This is about where we got last time. You doing okay?” he asks. Instead of telling him my answer, I show him. I lean forward, grab hold of the part of his forearm that sticks out of my hole, and I pull it toward me as a fierce look crosses my face and my eyes grow wild—bugged out and determined. “Oh, fuck,” we both say at the same time. His arm goes deeper into me, and his entire fist passes my second sphincter as I basically shout a guttural grunt, feeling my insides make way for the massive intruder. My eyes grow wider than they’ve ever been. I collapse back in the sling like a rag doll. I’m shaking all over from the overwhelming sensations. I grunt and pant with exhaustion from the effort and excitement of achieving my goal. And I stare directly into Nick’s eyes. He looks a little overwhelmed and more than a bit surprised. “Daaaaamn, boy. I’ve never seen you this hungry. You just opened right up for me. You’ve swallowed my entire goddamn forearm. It’s all the way inside you. You just pushed my whole fist—and my last load—all the way past your second sphincter. Fucking hell, dude. That’s incredible.” At this point, I can do nothing but stare back into his eyes, keep panting, and let the tremors continue all across my body. I’m a total slave to my hole. It and it alone dictates what I want, what I need, and what I’ll do to get it. And right now, there’s not much I wouldn’t do. Nick sees that I’m distracted, I’m sure. He drops his tone from commanding down to nurturing, helping to calm me and help me adjust to the new feelings. “Your hole is incredible. You’re amazing. You doing okay?” I nod—about all I can do right now. “I’m gonna start moving slowly around, just so you feel where I am, okay?” I nod again. And Nick starts moving, ever so slightly and gently, starting with a small rotation, then a slight twist of the wrist, as though he’s waking up his arm from a nap that just happened to be inside my body. With every twitch he makes, I react. My face is doing that rapid cycle through emotional states that’s a telltale sign I’m high out of my mind. For half a second, I look rapturously joyful. Then just as suddenly, I look concerned and focused. Then my attention drifts away as my hands move to my crotch. I’ve lost the ability to concentrate on anything other than filling up my hole. I’m unable to control the expressions that cross my face because everything in my world right now overwhelms me. Nick grins. “Your face is great, dude. You’re showing me exactly how you feel every second. You’re super-easy to read. You’re also super-distracted.” I smile and nod again. As quickly as it appears, my smile vanishes, replaced by a quizzical look. Then a determined one. Then an ecstatic one. Somehow, I find my voice. “Just keep doing what you’re doing. It feels amazing.” “Want me to move in and out a bit?” Nick asks. “Whatever you want,” I say, unsure what anything would feel like now. “I’ll go easy on ya, buddy. But you look like you’re ready for anything right now. And I can’t wait to take advantage you in this state.” With that, he starts slowly and gently moving his arm back and forth. It’s probably only by a quarter inch, if that, but it’s enough of a new sensation that I’m completely overwhelmed. I gasp. “Fuck,” I say. And I look at his face again to make sure he meant to do that. Nick smiles broadly back at me. “See? I knew you wanted some movement. Hang on tight, and I’ll take you for a ride. Hit the poppers, you pig.” I grab the bottle, uncap it, take two long sniffs, and start to replace the cap. “Again,” I hear from somewhere. Maybe it was my brain, maybe it was Nick. I can’t tell at this point. Regardless, I obey. I remove the cap and take two more long, stiff huffs from the bottle. I replace the cap and drop the bottle beside me right as the rush takes over. I moan. “Yeah,” Nick says. “There you go. I can feel your second hole relax. Now I can play with it. Get ready.” I don’t even know what that means. I don’t know how to get ready for this totally new experience. So I just keep relaxing, figuring that’s worked for me so far. Then the movement starts. He slides his arm in and out a bit more now, enough that his thumb knuckle passes back out of my second hole. I grunt…and then I whimper. It seems I’m already so needy that I get sad when his fist leaves my second hole. Nick chuckles. “What’s wrong, buddy? Need something?” “More,” I say, unable to form more complex phrases. “More what?” Nick asks. “Deeper,” I say, as my brain clears enough to let the desperation through. “Deeper in me. Go back in. Put your fist back in my second hole.” I have a goal now, and I’m finally able to articulate it: “Loosen me up. Destroy my second hole. Just fuck me.” That was all the permission he needed. Nick intensifies his movements, crossing my internal threshold more and more rapidly, more and more roughly. He’s fisting me like he wants something and knows he’s going to get it. And I need to be fisted more than anything else. Then things start to get blurry. I feel incredible, but also kind of disconnected from my body. I didn’t know my guts could feel this incredibly good. I’ve never taken an arm this deep, and I’ve never been this high. I’m floating around, taking it all in. Taking it. Yes. I’m taking his fist. His arm. Fuck. “Fuck,” I say aloud, finally connecting my brain to my mouth. “Fuck, that’s good. Keep going. Give me more.” Nick straightens his arm and adds a bit more pressure. “I think my load has you lubed up enough all the way in there. Let’s see.” He presses harder into my hole. I gasp and look up at the ceiling. “Breathe,” Nick says. “And relax. You’ve got this.” I grab hold of the bottom of the sling for stability. I brace myself. I take a few breaths. I steady myself and give him a go-ahead nod. And Nick’s elbow slides inside with a “pop” that I feel more than hear. Again, he stays completely still. Again, I go insane. I’m shaking, I’m gasping for air, I’m smiling, I’m panting, I’m overwhelmed. Smiles flash across my face along with looks of shock, surprise, confusion, and worry. I cannot processes everything my body is telling me right now. “There you go, you fucking pig hole. You just took my fucking elbow. Goddamn, you’re hungry today. This is amazing. You swallowed it like you knew it belonged in your hole!” I can change nothing about my expression or mood. His words barely register. I know he’s complimenting me, and I know I’m making him proud and being a good boy, but I can’t think clearly enough to make any kind of response. The only thing I can think about is how incredibly full I feel. That’s my entire world right now: Being filled. Like a good cumslut chempig should. And with that thought, I smile and calm down a bit, knowing I’m being the best bottom slut I can be. I’m fulfilling my destiny. Nick keeps talking, this time more at me than to me, knowing a part of my brain will register his words at some point when I’m ready. “Okay. You’re gonna need a break soon. We both need water, and you’ve made a few impressive accomplishments just now. Let’s get you calmed back down and rehydrated.” He continues with, “I’m gonna start pulling out now.” A hint of a frown crosses my face. Nick chuckles. “I know, buddy. I know. But you’ll be okay. We’ll get something back inside you soon. You deserve it. You’ve earned it.” Nick starts slowly but persistently pulling back. I feel my outer hole stretch to let his elbow through, then retighten around his forearm. I feel his fist pass back out of my second hole, and I whimper. I already feel empty, and he still has more than half his forearm inside me. Fuck, this is gonna be a long day. His arm continues its slow progress out of my guts. Finally, his thumb hits the inside of my first hole. He feels it, too. “Okay, buddy. A nice deep breath, and we’ll do this.” I smirk a bit and squeeze my hole around his wrist. Nick just laughs. “Come on, let me out.” I take a deep breath, relax my hole again, and allow him to slide all the way through until there’s nothing left inside me. The emptiness is almost unbearable. I’m sure my face looks worried because I don’t know how I’m going to feel full again, and I need it. Nick’s still looking at me, with his hands resting on my hips. “Will you open up your hole for me? Those loads are so deep inside you there’s no chance they’ll leak out. I wanna see how far your hole can gape.” As I relax and get ready to spread open my ass, I grab my phone and hand it to Nick. He smirks and nods, knowing exactly what I want. I give him a few seconds and see the flash turn on. “Okay,” he says. “Show me that fucking hungry hole.” I push out and can’t help reaching my hands down to pull my ass lips wider apart, showing off my deepening hole to the camera. Nick changes angle a bit. “Niiiiiice, dude. You’re opening right up. I can see way far down there. Man, that’s begging for something in it.” “Fill me, please,” I say, nearly whining I’m so hungry. Nick looks down, sees my giant Pig Hole Deep toy and somehow lubes it up with one hand while the other points the camera down to show his expert preparations. He folds up the toy, positions it at my open hole, and looks at me. “You want this? You want your pig hole held open?” “Yes! Fuck yeah. Shove that thing in me and hold open my hole for any dick, fist, or load I can get.” “Or plug. I’m gonna put a butt plug in you once your hole is propped open.” I moan at that and pull my lips further apart. Nicke pushes the Pig Hole into me, meeting very little resistance. Once it’s all the way in, he reaches his fingers inside and snaps the toy fully open. My eyes light up with a combination of excitement and surprise. “Feels good, huh?” I nod. Then my smile fades. “More,” I say. “God damn, you’re a desperate slut,” Nick says, barely stifling a chuckle. He looks down, finds the plug I removed to make room for his fist. He holds it up so I can see it. “This one?” “Please. Yes. Oh god, shove that in my pig hole and stretch me open.” With a quick application of lube, Nick lifts the plug and rests it at the entrance of my hole, held open by a silicone tube. “Ready?” he asks. “Fuck yes. Please shove it in. I need to be filled up. Please, Nick. Give it to me.” And with that, he pushes the plug into the Pig Hole, and my ass is stretched wider than my toys have ever stretched me. “Fuck yeah,” I say, and I realize I’m fondling my caged dick with one hand and rubbing my perineum with the other. “Fuuuuuuck,” I moan, seriously turned on. Nick notices, too, saying, “Goddamn, dude. You are seriously desperate right now. You sure you’re okay?” “Fuck, Nick. I need more inside my hole. I feel so empty without your arm all the way inside me. I need to be filled. This plug feels great, but it’s not you. It’s not real enough.” “Hmmm,” Nick says. “You’re right. We need to get you more.” My eyes light up with anticipation as I see the mischievous smile cross his face. “Who could come over and give you more? Who else do you like to have over to fist you?” “Eric,” I say without hesitation. “Eric knows how to really work my hole. He’d enjoy this.” With seriousness creeping into his tone but the smile staying on his face, Nick said, “Then I think you should text Eric and get that guy over here. You need help. Bad.” “Yeah, I need Eric’s fist in my so badly. Ugh. I want him to stretch me wider than this plug.” I fumble around until I find my phone. I start pecking at it, finding it hard to focus my eyes on the screen and keep the order of steps clear in my head. “You okay, buddy?” Nick asks. “I think so. Come spot me,” I say. Nick moves around me to look over my shoulder at what I’m doing so he can stop me before doing anything wrong. I find Eric in my contacts and start typing a message to him. “You free? I’m high as a kite and desperate to be filled. I want your fists inside me right now. Can you come over?” I only wait a couple seconds before the clipped response: “90 minutes. I’ll bring T.” Oh my god. My heart starts racing even more—which is saying something. I’m about to have another FF buddy over, and he might get me even higher than I already am. I can’t contain my excitement. I just want this to start. Nick’s rationality takes control, though, as he gently takes my phone from me and sets it aside. “Okay, buddy. That gives us 90 minutes to get you rehydrated and calmed down a little. Think you can stand up?” I think for a second, doing a sort of systems check of how I feel. “I think so,” I say. “Slowly.” Nick helps me up, and we head to the kitchen so I can stand up and move around for a bit while drinking the sports drink he grabbed from the fridge. Eventually my breathing calms down, but my heart rate is still through the roof. No surprise, considering how much Tina I’ve done. After I finish my drink, Nick leads me to the couch. He has me lie down to try and relax. I immediately start playing with myself again, unable to ignore the throbbing in my tiny little dick and in my stretched-out hole. Nick just chuckles. “You look content,” he says. “Let me put on some porn for you.” It only takes him a minute, and he’s got some group FF party playing on the screen. I lose myself in watching the activity, moaning at each penetration, wishing I could be the bottoms I see before me. Nick gets me another sports drink, and I stay glued to the porn while we wait for Eric to show up.

Part One: At Home It’s the end of the semester, and I have no obligations for a couple of weeks. The past few months have been rough, and I really need to blow off some steam. And even though I’ve gotten laid now and again during the semester, I haven’t had a chance to enjoy a nice long session to really work over my hole, let my freak flag fly, and show how much of a power bottom I can really be. I’ve reached out to a few friends with benefits who like heavy play and partying, and I’ve told them what I’m up to and when I’ll get started. My goal is basically to party hard and feel like I have a revolving door on my place so that when one guy leaves, another shows up to pick up where the previous one left off. Oh, and speaking of goals, I have a few things on my sexual bucket list I’ve yet to get around to. I’m hoping the evening will morph into an epic bender that gets me so slutty and depraved that I can tick a few accomplishments off that list. Each of the guys I’ve invited over has a reputation for being really good at doing something in particular to me, and on this bender, I want to have each of them push my limits just a little further than they think I can go. I want to become a sex-crazed super-slut. Chapter 1: Daddy First on my list is a guy who likes it when I call him “Daddy”. At this point, that’s his name as far as I’m concerned. He’s the guy who first introduced me to chemsex, and by now, our play sessions have a lovely sort of routine to them. He’ll come over late at night, get me high, fuck me off and on for hours on end, and then as the sun starts to rise, he’ll take a quick hit of poppers, breed me, and head home. The routine is fairly simple, but he’s a great fuck—one of those guys who has a moderate-sized dick but *really* knows how to use it—and he’s one of the few people I know who can stay hard when he’s high. It works great for me! I’m starting my weekend with him because he’ll get me loosened up and horny as hell, ready to take on more after he leaves. He also likes being the first to use my hole, and he doesn’t like groups, so he has to be first or nothing. And because I don’t want to miss out on a great fuck, I definitely start with him. I text him to make sure we’re set and to get the ball rolling. “Hey, Daddy. We still on for 10:30? I’m all set here and ready to be used and abused all night long.” I didn’t have to wait long for his reply. “Sounds good. I’ll be there in about an hour. Can’t wait to see my boy and get inside his tight little hole.” “And I can’t wait to feel my Daddy’s big balls slamming against my ass while you bury your dick inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You sound like you’re hungry tonight.” “Oh, I am, Daddy. I want to see how much I can take.” “Nice. I’ll come take care of you in about an hour. See you soon.” That gives me an hour to put the finishing touches on my preparations. I make sure there are plenty of sports drinks in the fridge, that my party playlist is on the speakers (chilled house music is my favorite), and that the right porn playlist is ready on the television (groups and gang bangs, mostly). I also make sure all my toys, lubes, and washcloths are clean and easy to get to. I have puppy pads and nail files at the ready for when we get into the heavier play. And we *will* get into the heavier play tonight. I need to get my hole opened wide. I’m so anxious to get my evening started that I want to have something in my ass, stretching me open just a bit, getting me used to thinking about my hole all the time. I find my standard butt plug, rub a thin film of vaseline on it, and slowly slide it into my hole. I’m way tighter than I want to be, but I’m sure Daddy will be perfectly fine with that. He’ll take it as a challenge, and he’ll break me in for the night. Butt plug in place, I make sure my outfit sends the right message. I have on a slim-fitting tank top, plus silky basketball shorts covering a comfortable jockstrap. I want to look the part of my Daddy’s boy, and I want to be ready to bend over and take him with as little fuss as possible. With only a few minutes left to go before he arrives, I sit on my couch and start playing with myself, turned on by the prospect of what’s about to happen—not that I know the details, but that’s part of the excitement. I’m also turned on knowing this is the last real erection I’m going to have for a few days once Daddy’s party favors take effect. I decide to enjoy the feeling of my engorged cock, and I lean back for a nice stroke. I don’t want to get off, but I do want to make myself feel good to sort of set the mood and get me in the right frame of mind. I enjoy a few minutes of masturbation before I hear Daddy’s car pull up the driveway. “Well,” I think, “that’s the last use I’ll get out of my dick for a while now.” I tuck my cock back into my jock as it’s already going soft. I guess it knows what’s coming. I make sure there’s a spot in the dining room for him to set down his bag and a clear space on the table to prepare things before they’re administered. Just then I hear a knock on the door, and my heart skips a beat. It knows that sound means I’m about to commit to an extended cardio workout. One I’m going to thoroughly enjoy. I head to the door and let him in. We hug and say our hellos. I walk him over to the table in the dining room as we exchange pleasantries. “Can I get you something to drink, Daddy? Want a whiskey or a martini?” “A whiskey would be lovely.” “Can I try one too?” He plays along. “Don’t tell anyone, but sure. Tonight’s gonna be a special night.” We enjoy toying around with age play every now and again, making up little fictions about me being underage, or things that Daddy and I did while I was growing up, that sort of thing. I like it because it makes me feel like what we’re doing is even dirtier than it is. It adds a layer of [banned word] to what’s already good, drug-fueled sex. Before I pour the alcohol, I fill a low ball glass with warm water and set it on the table next to the favors Daddy’s laying out on the table. He thanks me, and we both go about our tasks. I couple minutes later I return with two glasses of neat scotch. We toast and sip, and Daddy fills two needle-less syringes with water. He shakes them around a bit, then looks at me. “Ready?” he asks. “Boy, am I ever,” I say. I know the way he likes to administer, so without another word, I set down my glass and head to the living room. I get up on the couch on my knees and lean over the back of it. I’ll be back here later tonight to get fucked doggy-style, I’m sure of it. But for now, it’s less energetic and more like a ceremony. I gently lower my shorts to expose my fuzzy ass, framed by the straps of my jock. Daddy moans. “You have such a nice ass, boy. I can’t wait to get inside that thing.” “It is all yours, Daddy. I want to see how much you can open me up tonight.” “Oh, I will boy. I will. But let me give you something here to get you started.” I moan a bit and turn to face the wall, making sure I look obedient, trusting, and compliant, not skeptical or curious. Daddy can put whatever he wants into my hole, without question. “Whoops. There’s something in the way.” He means the butt plug, which I’ve been too distracted to even think about. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Daddy. Here, let me get that real quick.” I reach back, grab hold of the base of the plug, and without hesitating tug on it until the whole plug slides right out. I grunt a little as the thickest part passes my entrance, but I definitely didn’t take my time removing it. “That’s okay, boy. Daddy likes seeing that you’re preparing yourself. That’s very thoughtful. And don’t worry, you can put that plug back in once I give you this dose.” At that, I feel the syringe press against the entrance to my hole. I relax and push out a bit, helping to guide it in. Daddy slides the syringe in to the base and asks, “Ready?” “Please, Daddy. I’m ready. Turn me into your bottom bitch.” “Oh, you’re already that, my boy. This will just make sure you’re committed to being used.” “Yeah, Daddy. Please give it to me. Please bump my boy hole. Get me high and use me.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s right, boy. You know I’m gonna use you right tonight. Starting…now.” Then I hear a squirting sound and a click as the plunger hits bottom, expelling the bump into my waiting and eager hole. Daddy says, “Let’s give that just a second, and then you can put your plug back in to make sure that all stays in, okay?” “Okay, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” “And I just want to make my boy feel good.” “Oh, I already do, Daddy.” “Well hold on, kiddo, cuz you’re about to feel great.” Daddy pulls out the syringe, and I quickly put my butt plug back in, eager to be sure nothing has a chance to leak out. I pull up my shorts and retrieve my drink before taking a seat on the couch again. I watch as Daddy squirts in his bump, too, and then he goes back to doing stuff with his party favors, probably putting a couple things away. He gets his drink and sits next to me on the couch. We just casually chat for a while. He asks me about school, I ask him about his home-improvement projects and the latest vacation he took. After a while, he asks, “How much have you been getting laid recently, my boy?” He says this right as my hand absently moves down to my crotch to give it a squeeze, and I start playing with myself. “Not as often as I need, that’s for sure,” I say. “Aww, that’s too bad,” Daddy says. “A sexy, eager boy like you should be getting dick from all over campus.” “That’s true,” I say. “And I make sure all the guys know I’m happy to help any time they need to get off. I just think exams got in the way this time. We were all so busy, it made it hard to relax.” And with the thought of relaxing, I remove my shirt, toss it aside, and lean back in my seat. My hands go right back to my crotch, keeping my attention focused on my arousal. “Man, I haven’t gotten fucked in such a long time. I really need it bad. I have a lot of pent-up horniness that I need to get out.” The thought of letting out what was pent-up inside makes me strip off my shorts and throw them out of the way, and I spread my knees wide open, exposing my entire front side. It’s obvious now to us both that my bump has started kicking in. The excitement of that realization makes my pulse start to quicken, which of course helps circulate things through faster, and I start breathing a little heavier as my hands continue running all over my shrinking cock and balls. I touch the plug that’s still in my hole, which focuses my brain for a second. “Daddy, can I take out this plug? I want your cock in me, instead.” “That’s a good boy. Why don’t you keep it there for a little bit longer. Before you take out your plug, come over and get Daddy’s dick hard. That way I can shove it inside you once your plug is out, and you won’t sit there with an empty hole.” “Oh, good idea!” I say. I immediately stop playing with myself (because now I have a job to do), turn over onto my hands and knees, and move closer to Daddy’s crotch. I take in his clean, masculine scent. I nuzzle his massive, low-hanging balls. I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it gently. Then I take his dick into my mouth and begin to nurse it, willing it to grow. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s about half-hard. Apparently Daddy is pretty horny, too. “That’s a good boy,” he says. “Daddy has missed you. I’ve missed your lips, I’ve missed your ass, and I’ve missed your tight little boy hole.” He rests his hand on the back of my head. “Just a little bit more, and I think it’ll be time for me to slide inside my boy.” I grunt with enthusiasm and go to town on Daddy’s cock, trying as hard as I can to make it as hard as it can get. I show him how ready I am by deep-throating him while arching my back. Basically, I try to look like I’m in heat, because that’s more and more how I’m feeling as the bump continues to take hold. I moan while his dick is in my mouth, knowing he’ll appreciate the extra vibration. It seems to work because I feel him press his hand a bit more firmly on the back of my head. He’s getting into this. Obviously, so am I. “Good boy,” he says. “Take Daddy’s cock. Choke on it. Get it nice and wet so it’ll slide right into your tight little hole.” I do as he says, gulping all the way down to the base of his cock, looking up at him, and holding still until I can’t last a moment longer and have to come up gasping for air and wiping my face. I let the drool drip down his dick, making it a wet and slobbery mess. “Well done, my boy. My dick looks good and ready. Now show Daddy where you want me to put it.” With a burst of excitement, I hop up and resume the doggy-style position we used for my bump. After taking out the plug and setting it aside, I reach back with my hands and pry open my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my willing and eager hole. I start to whimper a bit out of anticipation for the feeling of Daddy’s dick entering me for the first time in weeks. I want him inside me so bad it almost hurts. “Look at that beautiful hole, just waiting to be filled,” Daddy says. “That boy hole sure looks ready to me.” I feel him place the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. “Is my boy ready to take his Daddy’s cock?” In response, I don’t say a word, but I moan and push my body back against his waiting dick. I feel my hole straining against the pressure of his cock head, resisting the first penetration of the evening. I lean back a bit further and push my hole out to give him even better access. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Open up for your Daddy’s cock.” Then I feel a glob of his warm spit land right where his dick presses into me. Daddy uses his cock to spread the natural lube around, then applies pressure once again to my hole. This time, I easily open up and grant him access, and he slides right in. He and I both moan as we enjoy that first feeling of penetration, knowing this is what we both want right now, and knowing this is just the start of a whole night of physical intimacy. “Oh yeah, Daddy,” I moan. “Push that big dick all the way into my tight little boy hole.” He continues applying pressure, and his cock keeps sliding in, bit by bit, until he eventually reaches the hilt. His entire raw cock is inside me, and I feel his enormous balls resting against my ass. I feel like I’m in heaven. This is exactly what I need right now. Well, sort of. I need to be filled, but I need it deep and hard and intense. Basically, I need more. I reach back, grab the back of Daddy’s legs, and pull him into me, making sure he’s buried as deep as he can get. That motion lets me take another quarter inch or so, and I moan with pleasure at my small success. “That’s right, baby. You know you want it deep. Take all of Daddy’s dick all the way inside you.” “Yeah, Daddy. I want all of it. Oh, fuck me Daddy. Please. Please pound your cock into my hole. Loosen me up and fuck that hole as hard as you want.” “Are you sure, baby? You sure you can take Daddy’s pounding?” “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Please pound me, Daddy. Give me that big Daddy dick. Fucking use my hole.” “Okay, baby. But you tell me if it gets too rough or too uncomfortable, okay? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” “Okay, Daddy. I will. But I’m sure I can take it. I just want you to use my hole so it makes you feel good. Stretch me open and fill me up, Daddy. Please.” “That’s my boy,” he says. “You know what you’re made for. You were born to take dick. Your Daddy made you to take his cock. I raised you to be a cumdump, didn’t I? I trained you to take cock and cum whenever you can get it, didn’t I? And you’ve grown up to be such a sexy, handsome, and eager bottom. You make your Daddy so proud.” Throughout all of this, Daddy has been sliding his cock in and out, fucking me deliberately, from just the head inside until he’s buried to the hilt, then back out again. And he’s been steadily picking up his pace and building up a rhythm. When he said I make him proud, he grabbed hold of my hips with both his hands. I know I’m in for a ride now, if he’s holding on like that. Sure enough, his pace and intensity quickly escalate. Soon Daddy is pounding me almost frantically, slamming his cock deep into my hole and making his big balls slap against my ass. I steady myself with the back of the couch, doing my best to hold steady so he can use me how he wants. The onslaught continues for several minutes, with each of us grunting our approval when something feels particularly good, like when I feel him go that little bit deeper than normal or when he feels me squeeze his dick just a little bit tighter when it’s buried inside me. We show our appreciation for each other without slowing down the pace. Soon, his thrusts become almost erratic, and he’s nearly pulling out with every stroke. He grunts every time he rams his cock into me, making his breath quicken. With any other guy, I would think he’s getting close. But not my Daddy. I know he’s just reaching the end of a set. A few thrusts later, and he holds still with his dick buried all the way inside me. He grunts a few times, pulsing his cock, and I milk his dick with my hole, squeezing out any precum that didn’t gush out yet. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole,” Daddy says, once he’s calmed down a bit. “Only because you made it that way,” I say. “You learn well, my boy,” he says. “Why don’t we move into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable?” “Sounds good,” I say. And a moment later, his dick slides out of my hole. I immediately reach back to finger my hole, and I moan when I feel how slick and wet it is. Daddy’s cock amazes me with how much precum it leaks. It’s like my hole gets wetter while he fucks me. That little bit of spit at the beginning is probably all we’ll need all night because his cock will keep oozing precious precum the whole time it’s inside me. Daddy sees me playing with my hole. “Looks like somebody likes how his hole feels.” I just moan in response, lost in the sensations of fingering myself. “You can’t imagine how good that hole feels to me.” “Oh, I don’t have to,” I say. “I know how good your cock feels inside my hole, and that’s all I need.” “You’re such a good boy. Now come on,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him. “You can keep playing with yourself in the bedroom. I promise. And in a few minutes, you can get more of Daddy’s cock in you, too.” I moan again and wander into the bedroom. The bump has taken hold, and I’m basically mindless, constantly thinking about feeling and filling my hole. “Here,” Daddy says, patting the bed. “Lie down beside me for a bit. I want to watch you play with yourself. I like seeing you enjoy the pleasure you bring yourself when you’re in this mood.” I lie next to him in bed, the lengths of our torsos touching. I lift my legs up and go right back to fingering my hole. “You mean this mood where I’m desperately horny?” “Oh, you aren’t desperate yet, my boy. You are pretty horny, though.” “Oh?” I frown a little, confused. “When will I get desperate?” Daddy chuckles. “Well, that depends. Do you *want* to be, or are you having enough fun as it is?” “No, I’m having fun already,” I say. “And that fuck felt great. I love being horny like this so I can focus on making you feel good, Daddy. But if I getting me even more horny would help me be even better at making you feel good, I would like that. I want to be the best bottom I can be. I want to be the bottom you deserve, Daddy.” “That’s a good boy. You always take good care of me,” he says. “But if we make you get desperate, that penis of yours that you’re fondling is going to shrink and go away. Are you okay with that?” Ironically, the thought made my dick plump up a bit. I like seeing my tiny little penis when I get high, especially because it makes it easier for me to ignore my dicklet and pay attention only to my hole. I look up with a smile. “Of course I’m okay with that, Daddy. It means I get to pay attention to your grown-up penis, instead of my useless kid-sized one. Let’s make it disappear!” Daddy chuckles. “Okay, boy, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sits up and looks down at me right as my fingers hit a good spot around my hole, and I exhale and close my eyes. Daddy says, “You keep playing like that. I’ll be back in just a minute.” I’m lost in that mental fog masturbation can bring while I’m high, where things going on around me don’t really register because the things I’m doing to myself feel so good. I don’t really hear him leave, but I notice when he comes back in. “You look comfy,” he says. “I almost hate to interrupt.” “Are we going to make my penis disappear?” I ask. “In a minute,” he says. He walks over to the bed and stands right beside it, leaning his thighs against the mattress. But first, I want you to get Daddy’s dick hard again.” That snaps me out of my fog and calls me to attention. I immediately turn over onto my side and move so my face ends up in his crotch. I moan from the smell alone, and then I suck his cock into my mouth and basically start worshiping it with my lips. Every so often, a drop of precum leaks out, and I moan all over again, melting from the sweet taste of that nectar. “That’s it, boy. Work that precum out of your Daddy’s dick. Get me hard again and ready to slide into your hungry hole. Once I’m hard, you’ll get my cock and an extra little treat.” He’s teasing me. He knows how much I love the taste of his precum and getting booty bumped. Talking about both almost makes me beg. But there’s a penis in my mouth, so I have a job to do. I keep sucking, and Daddy’s cock keeps growing. A few minutes more, and I feel his hand on my head. “Your mouth feels amazing, boy. I think we’re both ready for more, don’t you?” I take the hint and turn around, presenting my hole to him, lining it up with his now-hard cock at the edge of the bed. I move back a bit, rubbing my ass crack against his cock. I angle my hips up and down, masturbating him with my butt. “Yeah, that hole looks ready,” he says. “Let me make this extra-good for you.” Daddy looks down at something in his hands, and I see him opening a dime bag. He tips it over slightly and taps the bottom, putting some powder directly on the head of his cock. I stay still so I don’t make him spill any. He re-seals the bag and sets it to the side. “Here you go, boy. I have a little treat for you. Now open your hole and let your Daddy in.” I reach back and pry apart my cheeks, giving him full view of my ass and easy access to my hole. “So beautiful,” he says. “Here you go boy. Take Daddy’s cock…and everything on it.” He pushes his dick past my sphincter, and I make a small grunt. He slides all the way in because I don’t offer any resistance. My hole wants him all the way inside, and the promise of another bump makes me eager to please. “There you go,” he says. “Open up for Daddy and absorb his gift.” As I moan in response, Daddy starts building up his rhythm, getting a full-speed fuck going before I even feel the burn from what he gave me. “Oh, nice,” he says. “You’re ready to really get fucked, aren’t you boy?” I don’t say anything, but I lean further down and stretch my arms forward on the bed, showing my complete release to whatever he wants to do to me. “That’s it, boy. Take Daddy’s cock.” He grabs hold of my hips and starts slamming his dick into me faster and faster. I have to reposition my arms to help brace against the pounding. After a few more minutes, he repositions me, climbing onto the bed and changing the angle of my hole. After a few minutes in that position, he lies on his side and pulls me beside him. Then he repositions one of my legs. Then he straightens up, and we’re in missionary position. While in that position, I get to watch beads of sweat build up on Daddy’s forehead and fall onto my torso as he really exerts himself. The exchange of bodily fluid turns me on, and the liquid, cooled as it falls, feels almost refreshing when it lands on me. That’s good, too, because I’m starting to sweat a ton myself because of that most recent bump. A short while later, Daddy slows down, panting, and collapses on the bed beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Daddy’s working hard and needs a bit of a break.” “Yes, you are good,” I say with a smirk. “And I like you best when you’re hard. Or working hard.” After taking a few calming breaths, I sit up. “You stay here, and I’ll go get us some drinks to help cool down.” “Thank you, my boy. I’ll just lie here for a bit.” And that’s how things went for quite a while: He would fuck me senseless in all sorts of positions, wear himself out, take a little break, then I’d get him hard again and he’d go right back to pounding my hole. I was in heaven, getting used good and fucked raw all night long. After about four or five hours of this, while he’s plowing me, he says, “I think your Daddy might be ready to give you something special. Where are your poppers?” I get excited because I know any time he asks for those, he’s ready to blow his load. And boy am I ready for it. I grab my poppers, give the bottle a shake, and hand them over to him. I need daddy’s seed, and I tell him so as he holds the bottle up to his nose. “Yeah, Daddy. Huff those poppers then breed your boy’s bare hole.” Daddy sniffs the bottle. He reseals the lid and hands it back to me. I take a quick hit from the bottle then encourage him one more time by begging. “Please charge me up, Daddy. Please.” That’s all he needs to get really worked up. He starts pummeling me, ramming my hole like it’s an anger fuck. For all the hours we’ve been fucking, this is by far his most aggressive sex of the whole night. He’s almost wild with energy and libido. His eyes close. His face grimaces. His pace quickens. “You ready? You ready, my boy? You want Daddy’s seed? Want me to give it to you?” I mumble a few “fuck yeah”s, but I doubt he even heard me. “Well here…it…comes!” And with that, he grunts so loud it’s almost a scream, and he thumps his hips against my butt four or five more times while I savor the feeling of his cock throbbing inside my hole, feeding me my first load of the night. It’s the perfect reward for the course and hours of work we both just did. Daddy grunts, pants, and sighs several times as his heart rate and breathing both try to come back to normal. Dumping the load took a ton of energy out of him, and he collapses beside me on the bed, panting and dripping with sweat. His face grows calm and sleepy as a satisfied smile spreads across mine. I’m smiling because his fresh load just jump-started my craving, and I know this party is only getting started. After a few minutes of relative quiet, Daddy starts to shuffle around a bit. He eventually lifts his head and looks at me, my face filled with a devilish grin as I slowly finger my freshly fucked hole. “Well you look like you’re up to something,” he says. “I do have an idea, yes,” I say. “What’s that? What naughtiness are you dreaming up?” “I want you to open me up. I want you to fist me. I want you to push your load deeper in and stretch out my hole. That’s my idea.” “Well look at you,” Daddy says. He pats my head and tousles my hair. “Someone’s in a piggy mood.” “Yeah, your fucking really gets me going. I’m so horny right now. And your load feels so good in my hole. I don’t want to let it go. I want to feel your fist inside me.” Daddy starts teasing me a bit, toying with the idea. He turns onto his side and props his head up to be able to see and talk to me more easily. That position also means his other hand can easily reach out, and so it does—right over to my hole. He lightly brushes my hole with his fingers. My eyes close, and I gasp, sensitive to the attention. “Oh, wow. You *are* really worked up now, aren’t you?” He smirks a bit as he applies a little pressure with his fingers flat across my hole. “Quite a bit,” I say. “Please, Daddy? Would you fist me?” “Hmmm,” he says. He balls up his hand and presses his fist flat against my hole. I accidentally let out a whimper. “You *really* need this, I can tell,” he says. I moan and pull my legs back to show him how badly I want to give him access to everything. Daddy then extends a single finger and reaches up to point at my mouth. I need no instructions at all. I open my mouth, close my eyes, and accept Daddy’s finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it and moan. I wrap my tongue around it and make it as wet as my dry mouth can get it. What I lack in saliva I make up for with enthusiasm—I make out with his finger, knowing he’s about to put it inside my hole. Daddy slowly draws his finger out from between my lips, savoring the attention and leaving me with a look of craving on my face. I look so hungry, and he knows it. Then I feel his finger at the entrance to my hole. Daddy twists it around a bit and then applies pressure. It starts gently but gets serious quickly. Daddy’s determined. He pushes a bit harder, and his fingertip slips just past my outer ring. I groan. Daddy wiggles his finger this way and that, a little in and a little out, warming me up. “Hmmm. Somebody’s pretty tight. I’m not sure you could take my fist right now.” I almost cry on the spot. I whimper and relax my hole as much as I can. I don’t push out because I don’t want his load to leak from me. “Yeah, you’re really tight,” he says. “Maybe we can do something about that.” My face lights up. He’s toying with me. Daddy’s thinking of something, and he wants to tease. I don’t pry, because I want him to take as long as he wants. Daddy should enjoy this, and I’m so desperate for something in my hole that I’ll let him do almost anything. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready just yet. I think you need a little help. Maybe a little powdered help.” I feel a tingle run from my cock all the way up to my face. He means a bump. Daddy wants to give me another bump to loosen up my hole. He’s seriously going to fist me, and he’s gonna get me flying first. “What if,” he continues, “I put a little bump in your hole to help you open up for me?” A smile breaks across my face. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m still high off the other bumps earlier in the evening, though I can tell they’re wearing off a bit. He’s gonna get me back up again. I almost shake with excitement. “Daddy, you can do whatever you want to my hole. You know you can put anything in my hole that you think I can take. And I can definitely take another bump. And with that help, I know I can take your whole hand, easy.” He suddenly looks worried, but I can see a smirk crossing his lips. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm my boy.” “I know I can do it, Daddy. I can take another bump. Let me show you what I can take. Help me get high and loose, just for you.” Now he openly smiles back at me. “Okay, boy. But only if you’re sure.” “Oh, I am. I need your fist inside me, and soon.” “You stay right there, boy.” “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I’m excited.” “I am, too, my boy. I want to see you open up and take Daddy’s fist. Now you stay right there. Don’t go anywhere.” With that, he gets up and disappears into the other room, where his supplies are. I start squirming with anticipation, eager to get even more spun up and stretched open. Daddy re-entered the room, dime bag in hand. “Well here we are. Think this will help?” I just moaned. “Yeah, I think so, too,” he says. “Now let’s see. You keep your legs pulled back, and I’ll do the rest.” And so I do. I keep my knees back at my ears while my hands keep making their way back to my hole. I can’t stop fingering myself. I’m already this high, and I’m about to get another bump? This is gonna be good. “Hmmm,” he says. “You’re pretty tight, and I want to make sure I can slide right in. Let’s get you a good one.” At this, I don’t even try to hide my smile. Daddy’s gonna get me seriously fucked up. Daddy tilts the bag over and taps the bottom. I watch the small piles of whitish powder fall like snow and slide down toward the bag’s edge…and Daddy’s waiting fingers. He keeps tapping as the flakes start to fall from the bag—first a dusting, then a layer, then a small pile. “There,” he says. “That should do.” My excitement leaks out as a small sound, something like a squeak. “Oh? Not enough? Does my boy think he needs more to be able to take Daddy’s whole hand up his tiny little boy hole?” Oh my god. He’s seriously pushing me hard tonight. This is gonna be an awesome ride. He taps the baggy a couple more times, and the small piles of dust on his fingers grow just a bit bigger—and so do my eyes. I want this to happen so badly. I start whimpering. “Oh, fuck Daddy. That looks so good. Please slide that inside me. Please burn my insides with that big bump. Fuck me up. Get me spun. Fist my hole. Just please, Daddy. Please put it inside me!” He chuckles at my desperation. The playfulness on his face shows me how much he’s enjoying the tease. “Alright, my boy. But just because you asked nicely. Now spread open that hole. We want to make sure it all goes in now, don’t we?” My hands, already preoccupied with my hole, are all too happy to assist. I grab my cheeks and pull them apart. Then I grab closer to my hole and spread wider. I relax my hole and pull the lips open just a bit. Then I feel a drop of cold as Daddy squirts a little bit of lube on the entrance, making sure he’s able to slide in. It’s still early enough in my adventure that I’m not yet gaping. Yet. “That’s a good boy. Now hold it open like that while Daddy slides inside.” He presses his fingertips on my hole. I press back and open wider. I feel a drop of his cum drip out of me and onto his hand. “Uh oh! Looks like someone sprung a leak. Here, let’s push that back in.” Then, Daddy pushes his fingers into me and rubs them along the inner walls of my hole, scraping my insides with the grit of the dust. With that, he commits me to a ride, and I have no clue what’s in store. I can’t wait to find out where this extra dose takes me. “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Push your cum into me, please.” I feel the dryness of the powder on his fingers within the wetness of my hole. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” Now that he’s administered more of the drug and knows I’m headed toward a whole day of depravity, he suddenly gets darker and nastier then he’s been before. “You’re right, my boy. I always take care of my fuck toys. I need to keep you in the right frame of mind, the right condition. And you know what that is, don’t you, my boy?” “A tweaked-out cumslut chempig?” Daddy smiles wide and says, “Good boy.” He pushes his freshly lubed fingers deeper into me, obviously making sure to spread around the powder and start loosening me up with the same movement. “And that’s just what you’ll be in a couple minutes—Daddy’s little chemwhore.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. You’ll get to watch my new high kick in while your fist is inside me.” “That’s the plan,” he says. And so our fisting session begins, with him settling into a rhythm of pushing, twisting, and stretching with his fingers, trying to loosen me up while waiting for the newly administered drug to enter my bloodstream and affect both my brain and my ass. We both know it will take a while. We aren’t going to rush anything, but I can tell Daddy doesn’t want to wait to get inside me. “Take a hit of those poppers, boy. A big, long hit.” I open the bottle and inhale slowly, once through each nostril. “Good boy. Again.” Just hearing him call me a good boy makes me melt a little, even before the poppers kicked in. Daddy must feel that, too, because he presses a little harder into my hole as I relax. Then, one right after the other, almost at the same time, the poppers hit me, Daddy’s hand pops inside me, and I feel the powder’s burn. The rush is incredible, and I lose myself in the sensations. With a single grunt, I release and relax and let Daddy take over. “Thaaaaattaboy. There you go. Now you’re opening up,” he says. “That didn’t take you very long.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you didn’t need that extra bump after all.” And then with a full smile spread across his face, he lightheartedly adds, “Oops.” “Maybe I didn’t need it, but Daddy I really want it. I want it to hit me hard. I want to get spun out like those guys I see on the videos you show me.” “The ones where the well-behaved bottoms go crazy and become animals begging to be filled?” “Yeah, Daddy. Those guys. I wanna be one of those guys.” “We’ll get you there, my boy. Just give it a few more minutes.” As we say this, his pace quickens. He’s now moving his fist back and forth inside my hole, never pulling out, just letting me feel fullness, then pressure, then fullness again. I’m moaning while I’m not talking, and my eyes stay closed so I can focus on my hole. Daddy sees how much I’m into it. “Looks like you already have a need to be filled,” he says. I just nod lazily and maybe mumble an uh-huh. And then he pulls out. It was slow, but the emptiness I now feel shocks me into opening my eyes and looking around, almost in a panic. I start to whimper again before my mind fully registers what just happened. Eventually my eyes lock on to Daddy’s. I see his playfulness. I’m sure he sees my desperation. My eyes bug out with that added intensity a good high can bring. I whimper a little more, unable to prevent it. My hands return to my hole, and I immediately resume fingering myself. Daddy almost starts laughing. Instead, he says, “Yeah, that’s the chemwhore starting to come out in you. It’s only gonna get stronger and louder from here.” He starts applying generous amounts of J-lube to his hands and up his arms. “By the time we’re through, you’re gonna shove anything you can find in your hole. Now, what did you say you wanted me to do with my load?” “Fist it deeper into me. Please, Daddy.” He smoothly slides his hand into my hungry hole. “How deep?” he asks. “As deep as you can get it, Daddy,” I reply, spreading my ass cheeks apart for emphasis. “Good boy,” he says as he pushes his hand further into my hole, starting to move past his wrist and toward his forearm. “Let’s see how deep you can open up for Daddy’s seed. You wanna make sure you’re impregnated, don’t you? You want my poz seed deep in your guts, huh?” “Oh, fuck.” My eyes bug out again, a combination of being suddenly fuller than a second ago and the first wave hitting me from my latest bump. “Holy fuck! Yeah, Daddy. Push your seed deep into my boy hole—into your hole. Into this chemmed-up fuck hole.” Daddy chuckles. “Oh, you’re not totally chemmed-up quite yet. Give it another ten minutes. But meanwhile…”—and he pushes his hand even further into me. I’m now two or three inches past his wrist. “Theeeeere you go,” he says. “You like having Daddy deep inside you, don’t you?” “Oh god, yes. Fill me up, Daddy. Your fist feels so good inside me!” He continues playing with my hole, moving different ways and watching my face as he slowly talks to me. “I’m going to have to leave soon, and you’re gonna get seriously desperate in a couple minutes. Maybe you need to call in some backup before I pull my hand out of your hole and leave you empty again.” Before he finishes the sentence, my phone is already in my hands and unlocked. I open up a chat with my friend Nick. “Partying all night. Third bump about to kick in soon. Getting fisted as I write this. Need yours in me ASAP.” Send. Done. His reply arrives even before I put my phone down: “omw.” I smile, lean back, and focus only on what Daddy is doing to my hole. He keeps going in and out, right around his thumb’s knuckle, loosening me up on the thickest part of his hand. “Oh yeah, Daddy. Stretch that hole. Make me a sloppy cumslut.” “Did you find another top?” he asks. “Yep. He’s on his way. Fifteen minutes, I think.” “Good,” Daddy says. He pushes his fist all the way in again, and my eyes light up. I swear they get bigger than my head. “Fuck. Yeah. Daddy. Push it in. Keep going. Push into me. Give me your arm.” Keeping constant pressure, he gradually slides in again, going in deeper than before. His stretching paid off. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me with your arm, Daddy.” He laughs at this. “Well some sloppy bottom is getting piggy now.” I just keep going, partly oblivious and partly wanting to show him more of my piggy side. “Fuck yeah, I am. Look at me swallowing up my Daddy’s arm. Your load must be past my second hole by now.” His smile gets larger as he presses just a bit harder and changes the shape of his fist. I gasp and say, “Holy shit!” “Okay, now my load made it to your second hole. You’ve got half of Daddy’s arm inside you. I’m so proud, my boy.” I’m proud of me, too, and I want evidence of my accomplishment. I grab my phone real quick and take a snap of how deep Daddy’s arm has gone into me. I flick my phone to video, hit record, and say, “Go ahead, Daddy. You can take out your hand. I’m ready.” “Are you sure? I think someone’s gonna need something in his hole as again as soon as I’m out. I don’t see any of your dildos here.” Without really letting his words sink in, I focused back on the video I was about to get. That’s all I care about right now. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead, Daddy.” And he goes. Slowly yet steadily, he slides his arm, then his wrist, then his thumb, the his fingers out of my hole. And that’s when the craving hits me—bad. I need to be filled, and I’m empty. Desperately empty. It must show on my face because Daddy says, “Go. Go find your big butt plug and shove it in your piggy hole. Then go online and find more dick. You’ve earned it. I’ll pack up my things while you start hunting.” Without a word, I start searching through my sex toys for an large plug. I’m almost frantic because every moment without a butt plug or Daddy’s fist is another moment I’m not doing what I was born to do—be a power bottom. Just a hole. Just a chemmed-up, tweaked-out, insatiable bareback hole. I find the big plug and grab some lube. I put a squirt or two on my hand and start slathering it all over the butt plug. I just need it inside me, and this ritual is delaying me. I do remember my place and my responsibilities, though. I shout out to the other room, “Daddy? Do you want to watch, or should I go ahead and put it in?” “Oh, I want to see this. Bring it out here and show me what your ass can do.” Not missing a beat, I pick up the plug, walk quickly into the next room, and stand right beside my Daddy. When I see that he’s stopped for a second, I put one foot up on a nearby chair, bend over to show him my butt, aim the plug at my hole, and push it in. It slides right inside, without resistance, all the way to the base, basically thumping into place. I sigh with relief and relax for the first time since daddy removed his hand. “See? Told you needed that plug.” “You’re right, Daddy. Thanks for thinking of me.” “Now it looks like your tiny little boy dick needs to be put away before it causes trouble,” he says. Daddy wants me to put my cage on. I’m sure I would have thought of that once I was alone, but again he’s showing me that he’s thinking of me. He continues, “But you can take care of that after I’m gone. I’m going to head out now. You’ve been such a good boy tonight. Thank you for giving me that hole.” “Thank you for giving me your cock, your load, and your fist,” I say. “I feel amazing.” With a chuckle, he said, “Well, that’s because of something else I gave you, too. You have fun today. I want you to tell Daddy all about it later.” We kiss briefly—an affectionate gesture for us, not a passionate one. He gently pats the base of my butt plug, which lights up my eyes, and with a chuckle, he heads out the door. I scramble to get my chastity cage on, knowing it’s only a matter of minutes before Nick arrives. I grab some vaseline, find the smallest cage base that I have, and lock my cage around my ever-shrinking little dick.

Chapter 2: Flight I finished pushing the plunger to the end of the syringe, and I look up as my brother closes his eyes in anticipation. His face looks so peaceful, like he’s basking in the anticipation of this calm before the storm. Which reminds me: I have only seconds left to finish up. I grab a cotton swab, place it over the puncture spot, and slide the needle out moments before the shock hits his lungs. His eyes switch from closed and peaceful to bugged-out and euphoric. He gasps from the sensations coursing through his body, and that triggers the coughing spasms. Each of his coughs hits me, too, because his ass is wrapped around my dick. He clenches with each wave, gripping me tighter. But the constriction doesn’t last. After his last convulsion, it’s like his entire body goes limp as he rides the rush. His hole softens its grip on my cock, and I swear starts pulling me deeper into him. The reaction is that quick. But because he’s suddenly loosening up, a bit of the cum he’d been holding inside leaks out, making the entrance to his hole slick with a surprise coating of cum. He must feel it, too, because a moan escapes his lips, and he starts grinding his hips into me, sliding still deeper onto my rock-hard pole. Once he starts moving, my dick hits different places inside him, and that lights up all his brain’s pleasure centers. A rapid-fire sequence of expressions fly across his face as he tries to process just how incredible he feels riding his big brother’s thick cock. And that’s when a switch flips in his brain and the desperation kicks in. “Oh, fuck. Oh fuck! Ugh. Fuck me. Mmm. I want you to fuck my brains out. Please, bro. Pound my boy hole and gimme your grown-up seed. Fuck I need you to fill me up, bro.” I chuckle a bit. It’s funny hearing him beg me to do the one thing I want to do more than anything else right now. “Oh, I will, buddy. Don’t you worry.” He runs his hands through his hair and then holds them behind his head as he rocks back and forth on my dick. He looks incredibly sexy grinding himself into me like this. And from the look on his face, he feels incredibly sexy, too. He’s angling himself to direct my cock different places inside his guts, running the head of it across his prostate. I can tell he’s already on another planet, being controlled only by what his prostate feels and his ass craves. I prepare myself for the incessant pleas for “more” he’ll start muttering in a few minutes. I’ll have fun stretching him open tonight. But until then, he’s totally going to town on his own. I’m impressed by his newfound energy and enthusiasm with how hard and fast he keeps pounding his ass down to my pubes. I guess they call that stuff “speed” for a reason, huh? I lean back and put my hands behind my head, reveling in the sight of this gorgeous boy pleasuring himself with my body. He’s doing all the work right now, lost in the combined trances of self-stimulation and a drug-induced high. I’m enjoying the hell out of this show while it lasts because I know full well in a few minutes my dick will no longer be thick enough to satisfy his need. When this kid gets high, he becomes an über-bottom, trying to fit everything and anything inside him. For now, though, my cock rules his world. He keeps slamming his ass down onto my pelvis like there’s nothing he’d rather do with his life. And that reminds me. I need to follow through on his plans. I figure he could go like the Energizer bunny, so I gently grab hold of his thighs to get his attention and add stability. He slows down his frantic pace a bit, looking more disoriented than disturbed. “Hey, kiddo. Let’s get you on your back, okay? Hop over to the couch.” And just like that, the kid dismounts, stands up, walks over to the couch, drops down onto it, flips over onto his back, scoots his ass to the edge of the cushion, pulls his ankles back to his ears, and starts fingering his hole—all before I can stand up from the recliner. “Goddamn, dude. You’re in heat.” His eyes glaze over and partially close for a second. “Fuck me,” he mumbles. “I’ll be right there. Hang on.” I grab the unused point, give it a quick shake to make sure it’s all still dissolved, and let my boner lead me right back to his sloppy hole. His hole, I now see, that is frothy with churned-up cum that he’s now mindlessly fingering back into his hole. “Goddamn, that’s fucking hot.” He just whimpers. His concentration is all focused on his hole, not my voice. I climb up onto the couch, putting one foot on either side of him. I use my legs to pin his down, folding him in half and really stretching his quads. Damn, this kid is limber. He doesn’t even resist. I do a squat and point my dick right at his face. I don’t even have to say a word; a second later, my dick is halfway to his throat, and he’s nursing on it for all he’s worth. “That’s right, bitch. Get it wet. You don’t want me shoving my thick cock into you dry. Lube me up, you little slut.” He must like when talk to him like that because I notice one of his hands reaches down to start stroking his dick while the other reaches up to help stabilize mine while he takes in a breath. “Yessir,” he says, diving right back onto my dick, shamelessly making wet, sloppy noises to show he understands. He really has gotten better at sucking dick. I have to remember to thank his teammates the next time I see them. Maybe I’ll go to their next home meet or something. Anyway, I see a wet dick and a frothy hole before me, and it’s time I get down to business. “Good boy,” I say. He takes his cue and comes up for air, panting a bit — probably more from his heart racing than from the blowjob, but it’s still hot. I put my hands on his legs to hold them in place while I step down from the couch. His hands are already fingering his hole again by the time I’m standing up again. It’s so hot to see him desperate like this. It’s clear he’s a natural cumdump, and the slam just brought out the best in him. Which reminds me: It’s time I brought out the beast in me. “Alright, you sexy, needy bottom. You ready to get pounded?” “Please…” Leaning forward, I rest my knees on the edge of the couch and align the head of my dick with the entrance of his hole. I nudge the knuckles of his groping hands, interrupting their exploration of his sphincter. But his fingers don’t move out of the way. Instead, they spring into action to assist. One hand grabs hold of my cock, stroking it and guiding it toward his eager hole. The other hand grabs one side of his hole and pries open his ass lips, widening the target and helping me slide inside without resistance. I noticed that he didn’t immediately remove his fingers once my cock slid past. This kid’s already stretching open. Good. That’ll help him get through the onslaught he’s about to experience. I steadily slide the entire length of my cock all the way inside him. He exhales, relaxes, and goes back to jerking his own cock. “Yeah, that’s it. Right where you want it. It’s like your hole was made for my dick. It’s like we’ve been training your hole to take your big brother’s cock for years. It fits so perfectly now. You’re such a good fucking bottom for your brother.” “Yeah, fuck me, bro.” I shove my cock hard into him. He grunts. “Fuck me.” I slam my dick in, making a loud smack against his ass cheeks. “Harder, sir. Please fuck me harder.” I grab hold of his knees and lean my weight into his legs, folding him flat in half. I bear down on him, shoving my dick in as hard and as rapidly as I can, drilling him like a pile-driver. He starts making enthusiastic sounds of pleasure, but they’re choppy from the sudden impacts. “Ye-e-e-e-e-e-es, ple-ease fuck. me. bro.” I drill him like that for a few more minutes, really loosening up his ass and churning up the cum collected in his guts. I eventually slow down a bit, and just to fuck with him, I put my dick only halfway in and stop. As I expected, he starts squirming, nearly writhing on the couch, trying to figure out how to get the rest of me inside him. After getting used to feeling my full length invading his insides, this must make him feel incomplete. “What’s wrong, buddy? Need something?” A grunt. “What’s that? What do you need?” “More.” “More what, buddy?” He struggles to talk while he’s trying to gain leverage and traction on the couch. “More…uh…cock…uh…fuck…me…deep.” “You want more?” “More…” “I think you’re ready for beast mode.” He freezes. A memory tries to fight through his brain fog to tell his sex drive to chill for a second. It’s fun to watch the struggle play across his face. While he’s partially confused, he’s at least stopped squirming, so I reach over and pick up the point I’m going to use. A glimmer of recognition crosses his face. He hasn’t completely pieced it together just yet, but he’s almost there. His eyes follow the point as I bring it up in front of me for a quick inspection. Yep, all looks good. “Well, boy? You wanna feel the beast come out? You wanna feel me tear up your hole? Want me to fly with you? You said you wanted me to slam while I fuck you. I’m ready. Are you?” The pieces all click into place, and he registers what’s about to happen. His face fills with a combination of wonder, surprise, and elation. “Fuck yeah. Do it. Slam yourself, bro. Fuck your rush into me. Tear me up. Fucking do it. I’m ready.” As if to emphasize his point, he reaches down and spreads his ass cheeks apart a bit wider. I feel the release of pressure on my cock, and I swear I feel a bit of extra moisture. Damn, maybe he’s still leaking loads from earlier. Fuck yeah. I decide to reward him a bit for his eagerness, so I slide the rest of my cock into him, bottoming out on my pubes. He sighs with relief, but his hands stay down there, continuing to spread his hole wide for me. “Alight, boy. I think you’ve earned it. Here ya go.” His eyes do the closest thing to concentrating he’s able to do in his current state. He stares wide-eyed as I pump my fist a couple times, then stretch my arm out down and to the side, ensuring he can see what I’m doing. I find a good vein and line up the needle. “Do it, bro. Fucking slam it.” He’s so fun when he acts all big and shit. I feel a pinch as the metal pierces my skin. It slides smoothly in, just a bit. I pull back on the plunger and see the flash of red, confirming my aim. That makes my brother start jerking harder, and I feel a bit more shaking coming up through my cock buried inside his hole. I look at my brother’s face. He’s transfixed by the sight of his idol with a drug-filled needle in hand, ready to take a leap and join him in a rush of pleasure. “Here it comes, buddy. Blast-off.” And as I slowly push the plunger down, I keep my eyes locked on his face. His wonder and admiration can’t be contained. He’s utterly entranced. I feel the plunger stop and know I’ve hit bottom. I pull out the point, cap it, and set it down. I quickly put a swab on the drop of blood forming and lift my hands above my head and lock my gaze with my brother’s just in time. The rush hits while we stare into each other’s eyes. His are already huge black pools, and I swear I feel mine open up right as the urge to cough hits me. I stifle it, mostly to impress him because he can’t help it and always has to cough. (Hey, I have to maintain my dominance somehow, right?) And then I feel the rush spread through the rest of my body and right down into my cock, which I bury deeper into him as a let out a grunt that turns into a growl. The beast is loose.

Oop. I usually try to avoid that combo even in fantasy; thanks for the public-service announcement and reminder!

Chapter 1: Seduction I finally make it home at the end of a relentless week. I plan to do absolutely nothing for a few hours to recover. I set down my bag and collapse into one of the plush recliners in the living room. I intend not to move from that spot for a very long time. My little brother comes in from the hallway. “Hey bro. How was work?” “I’m fucking exhausted. Thank god it’s Friday.” “Amen to that! Hey, you look wiped out. Can I get you anything?” “Yeah, a beer would be great.” “What kind?” “I don’t care. It’s not gonna last long.” He chuckles. “Gotcha. I’ll be right back.” Glad to see my brother and even more glad to know a drink to take the edge off will arrive soon, I kick off my shoes and lean back in the chair, sinking into the cushions. I don't even bother to turn the TV on; the momentary quiet feels too good. I guess I nearly fell asleep right there because my brother kind of startles me when he came back in. “Here ya go!” he says. He is almost annoyingly perky for some reason. But I forgive him because he’s just so fucking cute. “Thanks. I’ve needed this since about 2pm.” “That bad, huh?” “You have no idea.” “Well can you just relax this weekend, or do you have any plans?” “Nothing at all, buddy. I might just sit right here until Monday morning rolls around.” He smiles. I can’t help but smile back at the sight of his dimples. Did I mention he’s fucking cute? Yeah. “Well, there’s your beer. Might as well get your weekend started, bro.” I raise my glass toward him and take a swig. He lets me have my moment before testing the waters to see whether he can bend the rules and join me for his own moment. “Hey, mind if I have one, too?” I finish swallowing my first huge gulps before answering, which no doubt encouraged my magnanimous response. “Sure, go for it. I want you to enjoy the weekend, too, ya know.” Like some sort of little puppy dog, he gets really excited and jumps up to head back to the kitchen. “Would you grab me another one, too? I’ll have this finished before you get back.” “Sure thing, bro. Be right back.” I pound back the rest of my beer, take a few deep breaths, and let the calm wash over me. This week sure took a lot out of me. “Here ya go,” he says as he hands me the replacement bottle. “Cheers!” I indulge him in the clink of a bottle because it makes him feel all grown-up and shit. We each take a sip of our drinks. He tries so hard to act cool and normal about it, but his excitement shines through no matter what he does. Have I mentioned he’s…? Okay, okay. Maybe I have. I check the label on my bottle real quick because I thought for a second that he swapped it out for a different brand. Nope, same swill as last time. I don’t really care. I just need the buzz, and fast. To take my mind off things, I try conversation. “So what do you have planned this weekend?” “Nothing, really. I figured since you were off this weekend, I’d just stay home with you.” His adoration aaaaalmost gets to be too much, but I forgive him. I have that whole older-brother thing going for me. I get it. He doesn’t mean anything by swooning. “Oh, you’re so sweet,“ I say, and I lean forward and tousle his hair a bit. He smirks sheepishly and tries to put his hair back in place. “Oh for fuck’s sake. There’s no one here to impress, dude. Calm down.” At that, he looks even more sheepish and starts to blush. “But… there’s… you…,” he mumbles. My face brightens, and I chuckle. “Alright, buddy, that’s it. C’mere, you.” I grab him and pull him toward me and really mess up his hair this time, making sure to stop when it’s all sorts of crazy. “There,” I say. “Perfect.” He makes a little defeated whimpering sound. (Yes, it’s cute. Gimme a break.) I pull him toward me a bit, giving him a good squeeze. Dang, I’m being affectionate and snuggly. I’m not usually… Wait. I sniff my beer bottle. I take another swig. I realize now why I thought he switched brands. I chuckle and look down at him with a wicked smirk. “You little shit. Did you spike my drink?” I swear his cheeks reddened before I finished the question. A little mousey voice came back: “Maybe?” That makes me laugh a little harder, and I playfully pull him closer toward me. I repeat, just to drive it home: “You. Little. Shit. Well, you’d better be ready cuz you’re about to awaken the snuggle monster, and he’s had a rough week.” “Perfect. I’m ready.” Apparently he’s been planning this. The little stinker. Oh, well. He knows me well enough to know what he can get away with. And in his defense, he did ask me what I had planned this weekend. I squeeze him tight and enjoy the close contact. “How much G did you put in that beer, buddy?” “Not too much. I think you need another one.” I chuckle, roll my eyes, and decide to play along. “You have this all planned out, don’t you? Well, fine. If you’re gonna force me into it like this, I might as well enjoy the ride. I’ll take one more beer, please.” This kid is lucky I love him, I swear. He climbs out of my arms and nearly runs back to the kitchen. I holler after him. “And bring another for you, too. Don’t let me be the only one fucked up around here.” He yells back with an almost ominous tone. “Oh, you won’t be. Don’t worry.” A minute later, he’s back with two beers in hand. He hands me one and quickly polishes off what’s left of his first. We each take our new bottles in hand and reach the necks toward each other’s bottles. “To the weekend!” he says. I shake my head and smile. “The weekend,” I agree. I take a huge swig and immediately regret it. I mean, I knew the kid wasn’t gonna hold back, but damn, that’s strong. “Fuck! Don’t put me in a hole, dude. Whoa.” “Oh, I won’t. I know what you can take.” “Oh do you, now? Well you should know I skipped lunch today.” His eyes bug out a bit. “You see? That would be why I’m fucking exhausted.” He grabs the bottle from my hand and replaces it with his. Smart kid. At least he’s looking out for me. He has limits. He likes pushing them, but he still has them. “Here. You can have mine. I’ll finish that for you.” “You sure, little bro? That’s a man’s drink.” I love fucking with his ego. “Fuck you. I’ll be fine. Besides, this saves me from having to make my own later. Here we go!” And without wasting another second, he chugs half of what’s left. And then he burps to wake the dead. “Jesus christ, little buddy. Are you okay, or do you need an exorcism?” He laughs a little too much at my awful joke, so I know the alcohol’s already hitting him. Looks like we’ll both be cut off after this round. “Alright. Let’s both chug these so we can settle in and pay attention to each other, not our drinks. Okay?” “Sounds good.” We raise our bottles toward each other. We chug. We both finish at about the same time. I look back at him and raise an expectant eyebrow.I start smirking as he realizes what I’m thinking. His face gets red, and he gets a look of frustration and concentration that turns into near-laughter when suddenly another enormous belch escapes his chest. He takes a quick breath, looks back at me, and laughs. “Fuck you, bro.” I can’t help but laugh back. Told you he’s cute. “Alright, c’mere,” I say. “You need to relax and get more comfortable.” I scoot over a bit to make room for him, and he climbs up onto the recliner next to me, nuzzling up to my side and being as adorable as a puppy. I pet his head a bit, and he curls into me some more. He puts his arm across my torso, and I know that won’t stay put very long. I reach over and squeeze him tight. That’s the permission he was looking for. His arm starts moving across my stomach and chest. A moment later, and he slides his hand under my shirt and runs his fingers through the fur he always finds so fascinating. It warms my heart knowing a boy I love — a boy I grew up with — takes comfort in running his hands across my body. We don’t share these moments often enough. No matter what else the little bastard has planned, I’m already content just cuddling with him. I give him another squeeze. He snuggles even closer now, wrapping one of his legs around mine and pressing his thigh into my crotch. This kid’s leaving nothing to suggestion. “Mmm,” I say. “Someone wants to play, huh?” He nods, mutters some kind of mm-hmm, and moves his hand down my torso past my belt, and down to my growing cock. He gives it a squeeze. “Definitely,” he says. “Mmm. Good answer. Here, take off your shirt so we can get comfy.” I help him sit up for a second and watch the reveal that always gets me rock-hard in an instant. I love this boy’s beautiful body. He knows it, too. I notice him make quick eye contact with me to make sure I’m watching. He’d wait for me if I’d been distracted. But right now he has my undivided attention. My brother grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls upward, slowly. He’s taking his time and watching my eyes. He loves seeing the thirst. He knows I won’t interrupt and will let him do what he wants. He knows it’s a little bit of self-torture I offer him by giving him control of this ritual. His hand is now halfway up his stomach, and I can tell he’s running his hand across his skin, enjoying the sense of touch as much as I enjoy the sight. A few more inches, and I get a clear view of what’s hiding under that shirt. That smooth, lean, toned skin I have lusted after since the kid first hit puberty. My body filled out a little wider, a little pudgier, and a lot furrier. His genes made him rail-thin, naturally lithe, and smooth as a baby’s bottom. And fuck, that combo turns me on. His hand keeps creeping upward, revealing his flat, toned stomach. He’s all skin, bones, and muscle, and he has just the perfect amount of definition. I swear, that V line down his hips gets more pronounced every time I see it. I soooo love running my hand down those crevices, heading toward his little dicklet. But that will have to wait. For now, I need to keep watching. I don’t want to miss this strip-tease. Maybe he doesn’t want me to miss it either. I’d swear he must have stopped moving until he saw my eyes snap back to attention. Damn him. He’s milking this for all it’s worth. He lifts his shirt further, exposing the tiniest of nipples, pierced and ready for attention. He brings his other hand up to grab the bunched up bottom of his shirt from both sides, and in one quick movement, he tucks the bottom behind his neck, keeping the sleeves on as normal. He looks like he’s wearing a sort of harness, and the cotton frames his entire torso beautifully. The sleeves roll up a bit, too, exposing the shape and sinew of his lanky, vascular arms. The sight takes my breath away. I lean forward, wrap my arms around the half-naked body of my beautiful brother, and pull him down toward me. We meet face-to-face, but that lasts merely a second as the G takes control of us. We start making out, using our tongues to explore each other’s mouths and to express our passionate interest in one another. His hand slides under my shirt, exploring more assertively. I run my hands all over the smooth, tight skin of his exposed back while I feel our erections growing harder as they rub together. He pulls off my shirt and runs his hands through my fur with full intensity now. I can tell he likes the feeling — he presses his crotch a little harder into mine as he grabs my chest. This sexy boy leans down and gets his face inches from mine. He stares right into my eyes, and I can see the hunger in his. “I love you, bro.” I melt. I call him the same thing I’ve called him since we were kids. “I love you too, little buddy.” That used to be merely an affectionate name; now it’s an intimate one. While we continue making out, our hands reach down to unbutton pants and slide off shorts. He takes his shirt-harness off, too, exposing the tattoo on his left shoulder. There’s a story there, but that’s for another time. Our G-fueled hunger intensifies as our fully naked bodies finally press against each other. He reaches down and grabs my thick, hard cock and gives it a good squeeze. I let out a groan in appreciation. He slowly slides his way down my body, finally ending up with his knees on the floor, his head between my thighs, and his eyes peering up into mine over the tip of my dick, which he has grabbed and lifted up away from my stomach. He has a pleading look on his face. He knows he can suck my dick any time he wants, but sometimes he likes hearing me say it. He’s clearly in an affectionate mood today. He wants me to really play up the role of big brother, and I’m more than happy to oblige. “Looks like someone really wants to taste his big bro’s dick, huh?” He nods. Hell, I’d swear he looks like he’s trying to wag a tail he doesn’t have. Maybe the big-brother role isn’t the one he wants me to play right now. I raise an eyebrow, smirk, and try something. “Does puppy want a bone?” “Arf!” “Hehe. Good boy.” I tousle his hair a bit, and damn if his hips don’t wag even more. Huh. This is something new. We’ll have to explore it more later. For right now, though, I really need to get my dick sucked. “Okay, boy. You can suck your big bro’s dick. You’ve earned it. Now help your brother feel good. That’s all the encouragement he needed, because he’s off to the races now. This kid can suck, too. He must have been practicing with friends from school because I know he didn’t learn all these skills from me, and we haven’t spent enough time practicing recently for him to suddenly be this good. “Damn, little buddy. You’re getting good at this. Where’d you learn to suck dick so well? Have you been practicing on your friends?” He keeps his mouth on my cock and raises a hand to hold up four fingers. “Four of your friends?” He nods. “Lemme guess. Your teammates?” My little brother is on his school’s swim team. That’s how he stays so incredibly lean. “Mm-hmm,” he mutters. He takes my dick out of his mouth just long enough to add, “And coach.” I chuckle. “You fucking slut. You’re the team cocksucker, and your coach is even in on it?” He nods, while continuing to give my dick the attention it needs. “Goddamn, dude. I’m so proud of you.” And to drive the point home, I grab both sides of his head and pull him firmly down into my crotch, getting my cock to press against the entrance to his throat. He’ll open up in a minute. He always makes sure I’m good and wet first. When he comes up for a breath, he adds to his story. “I’m always the last one out of the locker room. I won’t go home until I know everyone gets their needs met.” “You’re such a good cocksucker. I’m sure they love having you around.” “And sometimes… when we lose a meet…” He’s getting shy. That doesn’t happen often. This must be good. I egg him on. “Yeah? What happens when you lose?” “Sometimes they’ll send me to the other team to reward them.” “Holy fuck, dude. They get to use you as a victory prize?” He’s already back on my dick, so all I hear is a muffled “mm-hmm” as he nods his head. “That’s amazing. You’re awesome, little buddy.” He goes back to sucking like he means it, and my mind drifts a bit. That comfort of having a warm mouth wrapped around my hard cock while my head swirls with a hint of G and booze can be a perfect way to end the week. Wait a second. Weekend. It’s Friday. “Hang on, it’s Friday. Did you have a swim meet today?” He nods again. I see his butt start wagging a bit, and I can tell he’s starting to smile around my cock. This kid’s got a secret he wants to tell. The little fucker. No wonder he’s so eager. “And did your team lose today’s meet?” He nods once more. “You fucking slut. You went to the other team, didn’t you?” Another nod. “And how many of their swimmers did you take?” He comes up for a breath. “All of them.” He grins from ear to ear. “I took all the swimmers’ swimmers.” My eyes get bigger and beam with pride. “Wait, they bred you?” Nods and a full smile. “The whole team?” More nods, and he starts to chuckle. “Holy fuck, dude. You’re incredible. Wait…did they…are they… Do you still have their baby batter up your hole?” When I asked that, my little brother looks up at me with more pride than I’ve ever seen on his face before. He licks the underside of my cock, just to show he’s hot shit, before beaming with confidence as he adds, “And their coach’s.” I bust out in amazed laughter. “By the way, the coach’s son is one of their team members.” My eyes double in size. “Holy fuck, bro. You really are the best goddamn slut at your school, aren’t you?” “Well, they said in the whole county.” He smiles, pretending to be bashful. But I can tell he’s really, seriously, legitimately proud of himself here. And so he should be. To have such a glowing reputation at such a young age is more than an accomplishment. It’s an honor. I try and boost that confidence. “Little buddy, I am so proud of you. Goddamn, you’re amazing. You’ve really become the most amazing little slut, just like we’ve been working toward all these years, haven’t you?” He nods with pride. And wags a little again. “Come here, buddy.” I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him tight to show my support. But the feeling of his skin against mine immediately distracts me, and my other head starts doing all the thinking. I start groping his body, in love with the lean form in front of me. I run a hand down his back, down his crack, and almost to his hole. Except there’s a butt plug in the way. I look up at him. He instantly beams a smile. “See? I listen to what you teach me.” “Oh fuck, buddy. You plugged yourself to keep all the jizz inside?” “Yep. I keep a plug in my locker at school just in case. Totally came in handy today.” “Holy shit. So it’s all still in you? All of it? It’s all fresh.” “Pretty much, yeah.” “Oh, fucking hell, buddy. I have got to sink my dick into your worn-out hole. I need to feel that swim team’s cum coating my cock.” “I hoped you’d say that. Do me a favor first?” “For you, buddy? Anything. I’m so proud of you, and I’m so hungry to get at that boy hole.” “Hang on a second.” He hops up and scampers off to the other room, leaving me a bit confused and way more than a bit horny. When he comes back, he’s carrying a familiar tray, and I finally understand his aspirations for the weekend. For this little cumslut, taking an entire swim team — and their coach! — isn’t enough. The tray contains four swabs and two points. My cock throbs. “Oh, shit. You’re really ready.” “Mm-hmm” is all he says. I play along, eager to see what this kid has in mind. “Alright. How do you want to do this?” “I wanna ride you cowboy for a bit, then bottom out balls-deep on you while you slam me. After I go nuts fucking myself on your cock for a bit, we switch to missionary. You go balls-deep again, then self-administer and let the monster out to really pound my hole like you know you want to.” Damn. Not only does this kid have it all planned out, but he knows how to make a sales pitch. How could I say no to that? “You got it, buddy. That sounds awesome. Anything else you want me to do to help make this your perfect weekend?” “Not yet.” He smirks. “Gotta save some surprises for later.” I chuckle. “You’re trying to take control this weekend, aren’t you?” He giggles a bit because I saw through him. “Yeah, kinda. How am I doing so far?” “I’m totally following your lead. Let’s do this.” “Awesome.” “Here, gimme those points, then suck my dick for a minute. Get me as hard as I can get and get yourself so desperate for cock you can’t resist sitting on it.” He hands me the tray, and I set it on the end table beside me, within easy reach, as he goes to town on my cock. It doesn’t take long before I’m hard as steel and halfway down his throat. He comes up for breath, gasping for a second. “Can I sit on it now?” “Fuck, dude. You can do whatever you want to me.” He smiles with a bit more naughtiness than I expected. Plans within plans, I suppose. But I trust him implicitly and look forward to whatever he’s concocted. “Well, you have a job to do before I can do what I want to do to you.” I’m confused. “Oh? What’s that?” Then my brother does the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen him do. He smiles, turns around, and bends all the way over. Once he presents his ass to me, he grabs his cheeks and spreads them wide. As though the sight of his plugged hole being offered right in front of my face wasn’t enough, he pushes out a bit, making the plug look like it’s throbbing. Goddamn, this kid is fucking hot. I regain a little composure and tease him right back. “I see,” is all I say. We both chuckle a bit. I put one hand on his ass cheek and wrap the fingers of my other hand around the base of the plug. “Make sure you squeeze once this is out. I don’t want you wasting any of those loads unless they’re gushing out around my dick.” I hear a deep moan, and I know he’s understood. Slowly, I draw out the plug. It’s bigger than I expected, which makes me proud again. I should have known he’d need the big one, after getting pounded by the whole team. The plug slowly exits his hole, and he does a real good job sealing tight once it’s out. Only a single droplet leaks out, and I quickly take a finger and spread the boy juice around his beautiful ass lips. Much as I want to taste his hole right now, I know he’s holding a lot in, and I want to feel the cum surround my dick more than I need it covering my face. One thing at a time. “There ya go, buddy. Good job. Now, you ready to ride your big bro’s fuck stick?” The crude name makes him go a little weak for a second. He glances up at me with that pleading look back on his face. “Fuck yeah. I need that inside me so badly.” “Then go right ahead. You’ve earned it, you little slut.” Without another word, my brother climbs up and puts one foot on either side of my thighs, straddling me as my rock-hard cock stands up and aims for its target: that sweet, tight, cum-filled boy hole is on its way to engulf my cock. He closes his eyes as the head of my dick makes contact with his sphincter. I can tell he’s concentrating on staying tight to keep the cum in but loosening up enough to allow my dick to enter. I’m pretty thick, too, so it takes work. I’m patient. He gets all the time he needs. Hell, he’s earned it already today. Eventually, slowly, the head of my dick, coated with his throat slime, slides past his entrance. We each take in a sharp breath, surprised by the sudden pleasure. “Oh, yeah,” he moans. “That’s nothing. Wait til you get the whole thing inside you.” He moans again as his head rolls back a bit in ecstasy. “And wait til I slam you and turn you into a depraved hole.” He smiles while he moans this time. He keeps pressing down on my dick, making slow and steady progress toward the base. He’s taken half of me already, with serious concentration on his face, but no sign of pain or hesitation. Well, we are in cowboy position, after all. And this ain’t his first time at the rodeo. When his hole hits my crotch, and every last inch of my penis has disappeared inside his ass, he sighs. It might have been the first time he exhaled since I first penetrated him, for all I know. He opens his eyes, looks right into mine, and gets a cock-eyed smirk as he starts grinding his hips into my pelvis. This time, my eyes roll back in my head, and I let out an involuntary grunt. Like I said — it’s not his first time at the rodeo. This kid knows what he’s doing. I love fucking this boy. His hole is so tight, his body is so perfect, his face is so cute, it sends my libido off the charts every time. And tonight, I feel the warm wetness gushing all around my dick — the sperm of the opposing team collected in my brother’s guts and offered as a gift to me. Goddamn, he’s a filthy slut. And I love him for it. He’s eager tonight, too. He starts bucking and writhing, experimenting with the angle and seeing how deep he can get my cock inside him. Each of us makes regular grunts and gasps as the sensations border on overwhelming. Eventually, he leans forward a little and puts his hands on either side of my rib cage. He gets up onto his feet instead of his knees, giving him more freedom of movement. He uses that to his advantage and starts impaling himself hard on my dick, going almost the full length of my shaft with every stroke. It’s almost an anger fuck for the intensity. And damn, it feels good. The added motion makes his balance a bit more precarious, and I grab his arms to add stability. As I do, I feel the solid meat of his well-developed biceps. I start admiring the definition he’s gaining from working out and swimming so much. I also admire the veins he has kris-crossing his forearms, making him look more powerful than his thin frame suggests. His veins are gorgeous, and they really kick my lust into overdrive. They also remind me: I have a job to do. While my little brother keeps grinding himself onto my cock, I reach over and grab an alcohol wipe. I tear open the packet, which gets his attention. He opens his eyes, sees what I’m doing, smiles, and slows his pace. He bottoms out on the base of my dick and starts playing with the angle to see just how deep he can get me. That way, he’s still having fun, but the extra motion has calmed down. Once more, I admire the gorgeous, vascular forearms in front of me. I look from one to the other, look up at his face, and lift my eyebrows in unspoken question. He understands immediately and nods ever so slightly down to his left. I wipe the inside of his left elbow crease, removing any traces of things that could ruin his day. I set down the pad and pick up the needle. Most guys use a strap to make it easier to find a target, but this kid’s arms read like a road map. It’s like his body is offering his circulatory system to me, inviting me to penetrate it. And that’s exactly what I do. The little slut watches, entranced, as I find a thick, obvious vein and gently insert the needle into it. His face flinches ever so slightly, but his right hand immediately finds his meaty cock and starts jerking it. The kid is turned on by watching me administer his slam. He is so fucking hot. I get the needle tip right where it needs to be, and I pull back on the plunger. A flash of deep red shocks the syringe to life. He makes a quick gasp; I let out a low moan. We both know that’s the all-clear sign. We both know he’s about to take off, and our party’s about to start. We look into each other’s eyes for a moment. “You ready?” I ask. “Please…” is all he says. “Good boy.” I press the plunger in.

Enjoying this story (thanks!) and wishing I could get Christopher's address. Sounds like he'd be a great guy to spend time with.

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