shinelover

With this type of thing the fuck is just an opportunity to get off (for some people). For others, it is a fetish. I happen to like the idea of a man fucking me any time his balls need draining, even if that means when I'm unconscious. I say if my ass is exposed, even if I'm asleep, it's open season on my hole. Go for it! Of course, I'm thinking in terms of being at a bathhouse or a party or sex party, where it is assumed that you are probably there for sex. If you're just entering someone's bedroom or apartment while they are asleep, then yeah, it's a different matter entirely.

CHAPTER THREE I didn’t hear from him again for weeks. The first week I spent lots of time fantasizing about getting my hands on him again, hopefully taking things to another level. The second week I didn’t think about him as much, and by the third week he rarely popped into my mind. Just when I was ready to move on, that’s when he decided to re-appear. It was just past the third week when I received this text from him: Need to drain my balls. Where are you? I did happen to be at home so I figured if he really wanted his balls drained, I guess he should come here. It’s probably better than him risking a public meeting place. So I replied: My place. Want to stop by? Address?? I sent him the address and rushed to get cleaned up. I douched even though I wasn’t sure if he would ever go that far, but better to be prepared. He arrived twenty minutes later. It was mid-afternoon, and he was quite dirty, so I figured he was either on a break or taking off from work early. Either way -lucky me! Just like when he entered my booth at the book store, he entered my apartment silently. I led him through to the living room, figuring it was a good spot to start, not as daunting to a straight guy as the bedroom might be. Remember, I was going to the long con, and if I could get him slowly more comfortable with being with another guy, eventually I knew that I could get him to breed me. Corrupting this straight, straight-laced man was becoming my latest obsession. Despite his filthy clothes, I let him sit on the sofa. I didn’t care at that point. Nothing else mattered but serving this stud. He was looking around at my stuff as he plopped down onto the cushions, his gorgeous legs spread wide and inviting. His crotch bulged obscenely, in that way that I think every man should look in a pair of nice fitting jeans. Just mouth watering. Literally. I was licking my lips to keep from drooling. Maybe it had been too long, but he was looking better to me than before. He was a little different this time. He seemed more relaxed and I figured that with the absence of other men around, he had less chance of being found out. It was just the two of us. He just leaned back into the sofa, his arms stretched out to his sides resting on the top of the cushions, emphasizing his terrific chest and biceps. And he hadn’t opened his jeans for me, which means that I get the privilege of putting my hands on him. Yippee! Crawling between his legs, I tentatively touched a hand on each of his thick thighs and, getting no slap or other negative reaction, I gently let them brush their way up, taunting him until I reached his massive bulge. As handsome as this man is, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his big bulge. His cock had seemed average-ish before, but this bulge was telling me something different. “You missed my fuckin’ dick, didn’t you, pig?” he leered. “Yes, I fucking have been,” I breathed. "It looks bigger than I remember,” I added, still not moving my eyes from his crotch. “Haven’t been able to blow a load for a couple of weeks,” he growled, shaking his head in a way that told me he was pissed about something. “Well, lucky for both of us that I enjoy helping you out with that,” I said, finally glancing up to smile at him, and I noticed that his face visibly relaxed. It was as if I had just lightened his load -well, I was about to, but I mean metaphorically. Something was bothering him and I was taking his mind off of his troubles. Not about to waste any more time, I opened his pants and freed his throbbing cock. It did seem bigger than before, but it was steel hard, so I guess he really was overdue and extra horny. Drops of precum were quickly oozing from his piss slit, evidently it had already made a small puddle in his underwear that I hoped to get to lick clean before he left. I licked away the precum from his head as fast as it formed, and then just dove down on him. I wanted to make him feel good, forget about all of his troubles, and put a little seed in his brain. A thought that would grow, one in which he would equate pleasure, release and satisfaction with me. A loud growl ripped from within his chest as I took him as deep in my throat as I ever had. My need to please this man was stronger than ever knowing that he was upset about something. It just didn’t seem right that a man so beautiful should ever look sad. I knew that this first load was not going to take long, but I hoped that he was horny enough to go two rounds today. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes he was thrusting his hips up to meet my face, growling softly, and finally blasting hot delicious cum into my mouth. I savored every drop before swallowing and sitting back onto my heels. He rested his head back, staring at the ceiling as he puffed out loud breaths that turned into soft chuckling. When he lifted his head back up and looked down at me he was looking much happier and satisfied. “Damn, I needed that, pig. You suck good dick. Better than my bitch wife,” he grumbled, his sour demeanor returning. I wasn’t sure just how much he wanted me to know about his life, so I didn’t bother trying to pry into his marital problems. I just smiled at him and said, “Look around. There’s nobody here but you and me.” A look of relief washed over him and he relaxed again. “I don’t know what you fucking do to me, but for some reason you make me feel good, so I should at least say ‘thanks’.” Wow, a genuine bit of emotion sent my direction. I never would have expected that. But it was appreciated. “Anytime,” I hesitated a moment, wondering if it was wise to say more, but considering I’d already committed my brain to the long con, it made sense to. “Look, I don’t know anything about you or what is going on with you. But my offer is always on the table. You ever need to get away and de-stress, this is a safe place. I’ll do anything you want as long as it makes you feel good.” His eyes narrowed at me and he was frowning. “Why? Like you said, you don’t know a damn thing about me. Why would you want to help me out?” “Because from that first time I saw you on the street, something drew me to you. And something clearly drew you to me.” I wasn’t sure if it was wise to insinuate that he had some sort of feelings towards me, but something did bring him to me that first time and the subsequent times since. “I feel like I was put in your path at the time when you needed it. So that’s it -you need me, then it is my job to make you feel better.” “That’s it,” he said, statement not question. “You just feel like you have to please me? You don’t want anything from me out of it?” I took a chance and ran my hands up the insides of his legs, working over to the top once I reached his upper thighs. “The only thing I want is to make you happy,” I told him. “What I get out of it is what you give me.” Now his eyebrows shot up, clearly confused. “What do I give you?” For someone so damn sexy, he certainly wasn’t as into himself as one might assume. “For starters, you let me suck that beautiful cock. No other guys get to suck you off.” I knew that without having to ask. He was still too uncomfortable with the notion of being with another man to have more on the side. “And your cum. You’re a sexy guy, and to bring you the thrill that comes with every orgasm, that is my pleasure. Sex doesn’t just feel good from your end of things -everything that I do feels awesome to me, too.” I threw in that last part hoping that he’d remember how I’d enjoyed getting my ass fucked and seeded. He was still frowning, but not really in a bad way. “I guess I have a lot to learn about, you know . . . gay guys,” he said sheepishly. “I really never knew any before.” “That you know of,” I pointed out. “I bet at least five of the guys on your construction crew have done more than get their dick sucked by another dude.” He looked surprised by that. “Really? You know them?” “Not those guys in particular, but statistically speaking. Plus, I’ve seen my fair share of construction guys in the bathhouses and book stores to know.” “Have you been with many of them? What do they do?” he asked, cutely shy and curious now rather than repulsed by it all. I just shrugged my shoulders. “Sucking, fucking mostly.” I noticed that his dick had begun to fill out again, not totally hard but nearly there. Clearly this conversation was going exactly where I’d hoped it would. My hands were still resting on his upper thighs, so I pulled at his pants some more until I could get at his underwear. That’s where I found another prize -that delicious wet spot that had been pooling in there all day. I leaned forward and noticed he was now watching intently. He was no longer avoiding my gaze or avoiding watching another man work his cock. I think he was now getting into it. After all, how could he deny the pleasure that I had brought to him? And would continue to bring him. I pointed my tongue out while he watched and then licked over the wet spot. He took a sharp breath, stunned that I would do something like that. It tasted just as good as the rest of him, so I licked harder and harder until I’d gotten it all. By the time I looked back up, he was smiling huge and his cock was standing up tall. I quirked an eyebrow at him and dove back down on it. He threw his head back and roared, “Fuck yeah, suck that dick, man. Suck it, Ugh!” I licked, slurped and bobbed on that thing for about ten minutes before I saw his balls twitching in their sack. I reached in and gave them a gentle squeeze and dove down as hard as I could onto his shaft, lodging him in my throat deep enough to cut off my air supply, then I swallowed a few times, massaging his dick head in the process. “Fuck!” he hissed, grabbing my head now -not just my ears- and began to skull fuck me until his nuts erupted and filled my mouth with his stud juice. He recovered and caught his breath as I sat back on my heels and licked my lips clean. I could still smell his crotch on my face and it had my own dick painfully hard in my pants. That would wait until after he left. Which he did moments later. He shoved himself up to standing and adjusted his clothes back into place, stuffing his now semi-hard cock back into his pants. He grinned down at me and then headed for the door. I got up and followed behind to see him out. Before exiting he turned to me. “Thanks, for that. You okay with me calling more often?” “How often,” I asked, trying to contain my smile and excitement. He took a deep breath, as if finalizing something in his mind. “Often. Like, can I come back tomorrow?” I smiled coyly at him and said, “Like I said, anytime.”

Thanks, guys, for the comments. I have to admit that I thought guys might not like this story because it's too tame! And here everyone thinks it's filthy! Wow, my mind must be really depraved to think of all of the things that I've kept back. More to come, anyway, within the next couple of days

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CHAPTER TWO Two days later he called me. Well, texted, actually. I think not having to actually speak to me made it less of a violation to him, like he wasn’t really cheating -and he certainly wasn’t cheating with another dude! The text said: Last day near book shop. Noon. Don’t be late. Short and sweet and to the point. I was at work but everyone deserves a little cock with their lunch, don’t they? I ducked out early so that I could get there on time. As before, it was just before noon and not terribly busy in the book store. I’d been coming from the opposite direction, so I didn’t see any of the construction or the crew when I arrived. But within a matter of minutes, he walked in the front door. Rushed in, actually, clearly so that none of his work buddies would see where he was sneaking off to. Our eyes met immediately and we headed back, silently, to the booths. We were there with a purpose so no time was wasted talking. He just followed me into the booth, locked the door behind us, and while I took my pants off, he fished his already fully erect dick out of his pants. This time he didn’t just take his dick out through the fly. He opened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles so that I could get a good look at those sexy, thick muscular legs. At first glance he looked lean-muscular. But those legs told a different story. Those legs were powerful and sexy -a strong weakness of mine. As if his Alpha attitude wasn’t enough to brainwash me, those legs certainly would do the trick! I got on my knees on the cum-sticky floor once again and got to work on that beautiful meat. He threw his head back and moaned as he enjoyed everything my mouth did to him. I heard him whispering to himself -Fuck, what are you doing to me? This was having some kind of effect on him, just not sure what. I think he was still in some sort of denial that he was in an adult book store with his dick in a faggot’s mouth. After a while I wanted to see how open I could get him to be so I eased off of his cock and started tonguing his balls. I slurped and licked those milk-makers like it was a melting popsicle. They were big and heavy, obviously full of cum -that thought got my mouth watering even more. What I wouldn’t give to feel that load going up my ass!! I wasn’t going to push my luck, though. He knew that I took dick up my ass without question, so it was there if he wanted. But all he seemed interested in was my mouth on his cock and balls. So he let me alternate between the two for at least 15 minutes. I normally get a little bored with lengthy blowjobs, but considering the environment and the sexy guy, I wasn’t bothered this time at all. I tried to brace myself with my hands on his muscular legs but he slapped them away. He really wasn’t into me touching him -probably too intimate, too gay. If only he knew -I really wanted to reach behind him and grab a firm butt cheek in each hand to pull his cock all the way down my throat as he emptied his seed into me. But no hands on legs definitely meant no hands on butt, so I managed. I was actually feeling a little like a con artist. Only I was going for the long con. Start off slow, earn their trust, and as he gets more comfortable, begin introducing new things extremely slowly so as to not scare him away. Possibly make him think it had been his idea -that would take a little work, but with patience it could be done. With a little time, I knew that I could get him wanting, needing, more than just a blowjob. Like last time, he took a firm grip on my ears and began to slam his cock into my throat, gagging me so deliciously, until he finally grunted loudly and flooded my mouth with his yummy cum. I let it all pool on my tongue, delighting in the feel of his as it slithered around in my mouth. The very second that I taste a fresh load, I get so fucking horny, and today was no exception. This was putting me into overdrive. Finally, after a minute or so, as he redressed and caught his breath, I swallowed his seed and smiled up at him. “Worth it?” I asked. “Worth what?” he asked, frowning. “The risk of getting spotted coming here.” The corner of his mouth tugged up on one side, giving him an extra sexy crooked grin. “I already scoped the area out this morning before anyone showed up to the site. Back door will take me out of sight and I’ll head back around from the other way.” I stood up to relieve my sore knees, and laughed at him. “Sounds like spy work. Too bad today’s the last day on this job.” He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? You like sucking this dick, faggot?” he asked, grabbing his denim clad bulge in his right hand. Fuck, I can never resist a man who grabs his crotch -there is nothing more masculine. “Damn right I do,” I told him. “My offer still stands. Any time you need to drain those balls, call or text and I’ll be there.” “You an on-call whore for all guys?” he asked gruffly. “Nah. I have a few friends I fuck around with, but no one I’ve made that arrangement with.” He just nodded, maybe glad, I don’t know. He’s not at all interested in me, so why would he feel possessive? He let those other guys breed me last time, maybe he just likes being in charge. Alpha, after all. I thought he was going to leave but he stopped with his hand on the handle, and turned back to me. He gestured over to the glory hole. There was no dick sticking through, but there was a helluva lot of cum dripping down the wall from some morning customers. Probably some ass juices, too. “Clean that shit up,” he ordered. My eyes took in the messy hole. There was cum all around it, and a thick trail all the way down the wall, ending with a nice sized puddle on the floor. My mouth was salivating again, my dick was throbbing in my jock strap, and my ass was quaking. I really wished I’d gotten fucked again while sucking him, but no such luck today. I started slowly licking around the hole, glancing sideways at him to see if he was enjoying what I was doing. Judging from the bulge in his jeans, I’d say so. I couldn’t believe I was doing something so dirty. Spent cum from total strangers, and who knows how many guys it had come from? Although that thought sort of scared me, it turned me on more, and fueled my hunger. I slurped and licked my way down the wall and stopped at the puddle on the floor. There had to be a good half cup or more there. On my knees again at this point, I couldn’t help it -I reached down and swirled my fingers around in the cummy mess. Once they were good and coated, I watched him as I reached back and inserted those fingers up my ass. “Fucking pig whore!” he yelled at me. “Do it again!” he ordered. I dipped my fingers in two more times and shoved the cum into my greedy hole, and then he lifted his booted foot up and stopped on my shoulder. Then he pushed me down, face down, towards the puddle. Even though I’d scooped up some of the loads into my ass, there was still lots there and he clearly wanted to watch me eating it all up off of the dingy disgusting book store floor. I couldn’t even imagine how many years of loads had accumulated on this floor and here I was on my knees, about to ingest all that I could. For him. His foot held firm as my face was in the slimy puddle like a pig in a trough. I slurped and I sucked until there was nothing left. And then he released me. I sat up licking my chops, smiling at him, even though he wore a look of amused disgust. “I’ll call you,” he said, abruptly turning and disappearing. And just like that he was gone, and I realized I had to get my filthy ass back to work. Good thing I had a high-protein lunch to get me through the rest of the day. I hoped I didn’t have to wait long for his next call.

Yeah, loving the build-up here. It's looking like he's going to be a good slut -I can't wait to read about it!! Fucking HOT story!

***This is a fictional story. The construction worker is based on a real construction worker, though, and he is absolutely stunning and sexy.*** ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CORRUPTION CHAPTER ONE I’d broken up with my boyfriend three months ago and the sexual tension had been building up for some time. I’d never been good at going without, but following the messy breakup, it seemed right to take a break. Still, I felt like I was going to explode! Luckily I had a day off and decided that the best thing for me was to spend some time at the adult book store, hopefully taking some loads. It was a great, sunny day, so I walked the few blocks there. Just around the corner from the ABS there was some massive construction going on in the street so it occurred to me the book store might be dead, but as I was already almost there so I decided to check the place out. Before I rounded the corner one of the construction guys caught my eye. He was gorgeous, to say the least: lean, muscled, and tanned from all of the time he spends outdoors. And he stared at me for a second, his eyes piercing me in such an intense way that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking - good or bad. I’ve honestly never experienced anything like it before. Those eyes. It’s not so much the color because, to be honest, he was too far away for me to determine the color of his eyes, but I could clearly appreciate the intensity of his gaze. It was unbelievable. And hypnotic. I almost couldn’t look away. I gave him a little grin right before I turned the corner, although I have no idea why. This guy had ‘straight guy’ written all over him. Not only that, but with his good looks, he was also probably a total dick. So why did I feel like I had done a little flirting there? I shrugged it off as just being so fucking horny I would have let anyone bang me at that point. Just as I thought, the book store was not busy. But there were a couple of guys in there. For the next twenty minutes I was involved in some three-way sucking, kissing and petting, but nothing went beyond that. This was not what I needed today. I needed an intense exchange. I hadn’t thought about it, but when I had arrived it was just before noon, so as the lunch hour struck, the place got a little busier. I opted to get my ass into a booth and hope for the best. Just as I was ducking into my booth I got this tingling feeling on the back of my neck, and I looked down the hall to spot that beautiful construction hunk standing there. There were other guys milling around, clearly drooling over him, but he seemed to focus on me. Now I was sure of that. I stepped into my booth, closed the door -but not all the way. I left it open just enough for him to see that it was open. I started up a movie, stripped my pants off and waited to see what would happen. Seconds later the door began to open. He peeked in, rather timid for someone who ought to be oozing confidence. That’s how I knew that he had never done anything like this before. I couldn’t help but wonder what had made him come in now. As soon as I saw him I dropped to my knees, the floor still wet with someone else’s cum, but I didn’t care. My eyes didn’t come off of him as he stepped in and locked the door behind himself. Not one word was spoken. He stood before me, opened his pants and fished out his semi-hard cock, and pointed it right at me. I wasted no time and went right for it. Figuring that I was his first guy, I wanted to make this good. Better than any bitch he’s ever wasted his time with - like his wife. Yeah, that ring didn’t escape my attention. Technically, I suppose, he could have be married to a man, but I was 99% sure such wasn’t the case. Anyway, I started at the head, licking gently, making him feel really good, and then started to take inch after inch into my mouth, letting him enjoy the progress of pleasure. It’s amazing how you can watch a man unravel a little as you begin with a tiny pleasure and let it grow to more and more. I noticed him jump a little in surprise and I wondered if I’d scraped him with my teeth, but when I looked up his eyes were fixed on the glory hole behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I saw that someone had slid his large dick through, obviously hoping to get in on some of the action. Again, not a word was spoken. He just lifted his chin, motioning me in the direction of that other cock. He wanted to see me go down on that big meat. I slurped and sucked it for a couple of minutes while my construction god stood there fisting his hard meat. After a couple of minutes he wanted my attention again and pulled me off that other dick and onto his. I was getting into sucking him to the point that I was forgetting everything else going on around me. He grabbed my shoulders after a few minutes and began shifting me so that he could lean against the opposite wall while my ass was facing the glory hole. Still, without saying a word, he shoved me back, guiding my ass down onto that big cock that was still sticking through the hole. My ass was HUNGRY so I immediately gobbled that shit up inside my ass, quickly sinking balls-deep in one long steady shove. The construction worker audibly growled in his throat, clearly impressed I could accommodate the cock as readily as I had. Watching me get fucked clearly turned him on as he got more frantic with his lunges, driving his cock to the back of my throat again and again. His hands returned to me, this time grabbing hold of my ears, quite painfully actually, and guided me up and down to meet his urgent thrusts. By some miracle, both he and the anonymous fucker unloaded in me at the exact same time. For his part, he was shockingly silent as he blew, only breathing heavily through his nose, almost like a bull. What a rush feeling my ass and mouth get flooded by hot spunk at the exact same time. His cum tasted absolutely delicious, and that’s not always the case, so I reveled in it. He didn’t, however. As soon as his balls were done draining, he stepped back and stuffed his softening cock back into his pants. The cock up my ass was still there and he shoved me onto it more, and he leaned back and took a moment to catch his breath. “That was fucking awesome,” he said, his voice as sexy as the rest of him. Deep, a bit scratchy, all man. “You suck good dick.” “Thanks, your dick is awesome to suck. Anytime you want, buddy,” I offered, hoping he’d want to meet up again for some other lunch breaks. “Doubtful. We’re done this job in a day or two,” he sighed, keeping his eyes focused on my ass. The guy in my ass finally pulled out and I stood up straight to ease my back a little. I had barely stepped away from the hole when another cock popped through. I glanced over at my construction hunk. He responded by giving another nod towards the glory hole and grumbling g “Go on. Your faggot ass obviously wants it.” I could tell from the way he spoke, the tone, that he was a little disgusted with it all. Maybe with me for being so slutty. Typical straight guy thinking that gay men are freaky pigs. Well, I am a pig, but he doesn’t know me that well. Still, his slightly abusive attitude turned me on. He was a total Alpha Male and those are the types that turn me on most. He’ll tell me to do anything he wants and I will really have no choice but to do it. I sank my ass down onto the hard cock behind me, easily taking it all the way given that the big dick before him stretched me open and lubed me good. When I glanced up a moment later, he was flipping through something on his phone. Just before he slipped it into his pocket I snatched it out of his hand. Quickly I opened his contacts and added my first name, Christopher, followed by ‘xxx’ and my cell number. I handed the phone back to him and continued to bounce on the glory hole cock. “Call me any time you need to get off.” He cocked his eyebrow at me. “Anytime?” he asked skeptically. “Yup. Whenever you need those balls drained, I’m your guy.” I was speaking so self-assuredly, which was completely out of character for me. But it felt good and I didn’t want to pass up another chance to work that dick. It’s not that his cock was more impressive than others. It’s slightly above average, nice shape and thickness. But it’s more about him and his sexy attitude that I wanted more of. Maybe I was looking at him as a challenge? Plus I was hoping he might be into more the next time. Just then the man fucking me began to howl and moan loudly as his nuts exploded and emptied into me. “Fuckin’ pigs,” construction guy chuckled, shaking his head. “I gotta go. You sure you meant it when you said anytime?” he asked again. “Absolutely.” “Fuckin’ slut,” he said, through a mixture of a sneer and a smile. Clearly he did enjoy me and the idea of enjoying me again, but he just maybe didn’t think it was right. Clearly he was a married man, probably raised by those damned Catholics, too. Either way, as he stepped through the door, I hoped and prayed that he would call me sometime soon. And he did.

Fuck, this is like a wet dream! I'd love to get knocked up just like this -only I won't be resisting. Then again, at the end neither was he. More to come I hope?

***Okay guys, here are the last 2 chapters of this twisted story. I just wanted to lead it in the right direction and bring it to an end. Sort of.*** THE BOTTOM I woke up in my apartment, foggy, achy all over, stinking like a combination of a sewer, the floor of a darkroom at a bathhouse, and a dumpster. I guess that fits -cum dumpster, anyway. It took a few minutes to clear some of the fog, and then I reached over to the nightstand and checked my phone. Not for the time, but day. I literally had no clue what day it was or how many days I’d been voluntarily held captive. Six days. That’s how long I’d been gone. What’s worse is that no one in my ‘normal’ life seems to have noticed. No worried messages from so-called friends. Even my boss surprised me, leaving a message saying to take all the time I needed to feel better. Apparently at some point in my sex haze/ conversion fever I’d left a message that I was horribly ill. So at least I had a job to get back to. If I wanted it. Do I still want it? That life seems a world away and a lifetime ago. That’s not me anymore. I know who ‘me’ is and he’s a big ol’ slutty cumhungry hole for all men’s seed. Especially the sick ones. I’d grown to accept that the sicker the man, the hotter the fuck. For me, anyway. I got more enjoyment knowing that I was giving pleasure to sick and dying men, and allowing my body to receive and absorb their precious toxic loads into me. My hole was damaged beyond recognition, unrecognizable, and I loved what it had become. It was like a calling card. A man takes one look at a hole like mine and he knows what the deal is. Unfortunately, life really did return to normal after that. Once I’d fully recovered from the sexual torture I’d put myself through, I returned reluctantly to work. I couldn’t deny who I was, though. And I took every spare minute I had each day to take loads into me, some way, some how, some where. I got on all of the apps and posted messages on every classified I could to advertise my greedy pig hole, to any man who needed to drop his seed into a warm and willing vessel. Every single coffee break found me taking a load in one of the bathroom stalls in my office. I don’t know whose dick I was getting, but they’d seen my ad and why should I turn them down just because we work together? We both got what we need. Well, more than ‘both’. I took at least seven different cocks at work at various times over the three weeks after I returned to work. What can I say -my ass has terrific sense memory. And on lunch breaks I sometimes raced several blocks over to put my ass up to a glory hole either at one of the book stores or bath houses in the area. I swear, I smelled like sex and cum every day at work. But either no one else noticed or they didn’t care. Or they’d already fucked me so they just decided to keep our secret. Surprisingly, I didn’t hear from any of the guys who had used me while I was converting. It’s like they all just up and disappeared. I thought about them often, after all they were a part of me and they’d all given me a gift. How could I not feel some sort of connection? After three weeks, though, everything changed. For better or worse depends entirely on your perspective. While I was moderately happy living my mundane daily life, with the thrilling interludes of anonymous sex at different times throughout the day, I still didn’t feel fulfilled. I needed more cock. More cum. More hours in the day to devote my body to it’s ultimate destiny. I wanted, dreamed, of giving up my regular life and spending all day every day getting fucked senseless, used like a cheap whore, dumped in, and basically just treated like a useless cumdump piece of slutty trash. I know, it sounds stupid. Most people spend their lives dreaming of moving up in the world, and my only aspiration was to sink even lower into the gutter. It felt like I was spending too much of my days feeling like a fraud. Feeling like I was not being true to myself, my real self. I needed to release myself from the shackles of polite and productive society and surrender to the pig that I knew lived inside of me. The pig who was screaming and desperately trying to claw his way out. The pig was winning. 2. I started off slowly. I added an extra day off to my work week, so now I had three days to live as a full-time whore. And live I did. I would literally spend every waking moment of those days getting fucked and bred. If it wasn’t at a book store or bathhouse, where I always took multiple loads into my pig hole, then it was at my place or some strange guys place, or a back alley, public bathroom, cruising park -you name a place, I got fucked there! In general, each of those days off resulted in me taking a minimum of 25 loads into my destroyed hole. Often more. I always ached for more, and really only allowed myself a few hours sleep on those nights just so I could get more cum in me. So in those three-day long weekends, I usually got between 75 and 100 loads up my filthy whore hole. And it still never felt like enough. Going back to work every Monday morning was sheer torture and agony. It felt so deviant to me now. Just plain wrong. I knew the more time went on that I would not be continuing like that for long. After a month and a half of this behavior, everything changed. While I was ass-up to the glory hole at the book store, my door rattled. Someone wanted in and they were persistent. I’d long since lost my inhibitions, so while still riding that heavenly anonymous dick, I reached out and unlatched the door. To be honest, I don’t remember even closing and locking it. I certainly hadn’t planned on it. I wanted everyone to know that I was open for business. With the door unlatched, it flew open and a man rushed in and closed the door behind him. He was tall and when I looked up I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was Wade! “There’s the little whore I created!” he yelled, loud enough for everyone there to know that I was taking loads. “Want some more?” “I always need more,” I panted, slamming my ass back hard onto the cock sticking through the hole and holding it there while the faceless man howled like an injured animal and drained his balls into my sloppy hole. “You need to get back to work?” he asked. I checked the time on my phone and reluctantly agreed that my lunch break was almost up. As if ignoring me, Wade fished his beautiful cock out of his pants and waggled it at me. It was nearly fully hard, but still had some flexibility so it flopped around invitingly at me. My mouth watered and my hole contracted, clearly my body was speaking for me. “You’re going to be late,” he said gruffly. I didn’t care if I ever went back at that point. I opened my mouth to get a taste of him, the precum was slicking up his nice cock head, but he pushed my head away before I got a chance. “Nah, I want that ass,” he told me, spinning me around and driving balls-deep into me. I threw my head back, moaned loudly so all of the guys could hear me, and hissed, “Yessss.” After a few long-dicking strokes, I looked back over my shoulder. “I was worried I’d never see you again,” I told him. I wasn’t emotional about it, or attached to him, but I definitely would never turn away his cock or load. Or any of his friends who had used me. Even the damn dog! “I had some business with Big Ed. Well, we had business,” he noted, tightening his grip on my hips and slamming me even harder. “Unfortunately he didn’t keep his nose clean and got sent back to the slam. Strike three, that guy is down for the count this time.” “That’s too bad,” I managed to say through the powerful thrusts. “I would have loved to get fucked and bred by him lots more times.” “You mean that, whore?” he asked me. “Absolutely.” “I’m glad to hear that. You see, I owe Big Ed. And there was really only one way he told me my debt could be re-payed to him in full,” he said, holding deep and swiveling his hips to dig around inside me with that awesome meat prod. I really wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, just enough to get through it. The only thing that mattered, that ever mattered, was the dick in my ass. “How’s that?” I asked. “What does he want from you?” Wade slammed me really hard several more times before driving deeper than ever before, growling in the back of his throat, and as his balls emptied into me, he grunted, “You.” I enjoyed the feeling of every volley of his load shooting up inside me, every expansion and contraction of his dick up my hole, every hot sweaty second that our bodies remained joined until his balls were fully drained into me. And then I clued into what he’d said. “Me?” I asked in surprise, standing up fully while still impaled on him. “I’m sorry, really I am,” he told me regretfully, easing his cock out of my ass and stepping back. After stuffing his cock back into his pants, he disappeared out the door so quickly it was almost as if he was never there. The throb in my hole and the massive load leaking down my inner thighs told me that he hadn’t been an illusion. I was totally confused about what he’d said to me, and suddenly wanted to get out of there. Something didn’t feel right -why was he apologizing to me? I got my clothes back on and, instead of going back to work, I rushed to my apartment -only to find the building surrounded by cops! Figuring there had been some incident with a tenant, I just went on my way in, but was stopped at my own apartment door. Which was open and crawling with cops! I was immediately seized, cuffed and dragged out to a cruiser where I was left for hours until finally someone came and read me the whole bullshit about remaining silent, blah, blah, blah. My mind was spinning, but by the time I was able to focus I managed to figure out that they had gotten an anonymous tip that I had drugs in my apartment. A rather large amount. And a weapon that had been used in a shoot-out. And then I knew what had happened. And why Wade had apologized to me. He’d planted the drugs and gun for Big Ed. Why? I found out why after I was convicted and sentenced, and sent to the scariest prison around, for the worst of the worst. I was terrified as I made my way through the throngs of men who eyed me like the fresh meat that I was, and found my cell. I could see a man on the top bunk but paid him no attention whatsoever. The only way I knew to survive this was to keep me head down and avoid eye contact. I was too busy worrying about how I would live through the night to worry about my roommate. That is, until he hopped down and stood smiling down at me. “Glad you could join me,” Big Ed said, wearing the biggest grin I’d ever seen. “You and I are going to have lots of fun now.” THE END

Yeah, damn, this was a HOT story. I know it was started a while back but it would be great to get some more

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Fuck, this is REALLY HOT! I do hope it continues. I love reading about guys spiraling down into the oblivion of a true cumdump

Damn, this is getting fucking HOT!!!

Bloody hell, where to I find a Daddy like this of my own? This is seriously hot, more please!!!

Yes, this is damn hot story telling and I can't wait to read more!!!

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Damn, you lucked out GOOD! Take that dick any chance you get. This guy is the kind of man I dream about , a total fuck-machine!

Fuck, this guy sounds like a dream! Don't let him get away -submit to him!! And keep us posted

I've been thinking about the romance of it all for some time now, and this is even more tender than what I've personally written. Thanks

Fuck, such a powerful story. I don't think I would be able to let Henri go!

PART NINE (This may be the final chapter, haven't decided just yet. If something new comes to me, I will add to it) Drake told me to make sure I was extra clean for my visit to my old boss. They’d finalized the arrangements this morning, deciding the best place for a whore like me to get bred is the cheapest, sleaziest, dirtiest motel in the city. This was also in a horrible neighborhood, so on top of my nerves about seeing the old boss, I was concerned about the seedy element. Drakes old neighborhood looked like upper-middle class compared to this area. The worst part is because of the bad area, Drake wasn’t even hanging around. He told me when the time was up he’d swing by and pick me up. In the mean time, the old boss was my boss again -at least for the two hours he’d paid for. I watched Drake pull away from the motel and then quickly went and knocked on the door, taking a few tentative steps back. I did not want to be out in the open for long around here. I looked too damn clean, and that would bring me nothing but trouble. The door swung open quickly and there he stood. My asshole ex-boss, Mr. Waters. I couldn’t help but think that if he’d been fucking me while we worked together we probably would have gotten along better. Maybe that’s why he was so mean to me -because he wasn’t fucking me. Hmm. “Well, well, well, look who comes crawling back like a disgusting fucking whore. A real whore,” he laughed. I wanted to say something smart like, “And you’re doing well, obviously. Why else would you be hiring ass off of the internet? Not to mention you look like death warmed over!” But you can’t say shit like that to paying customers. But he did look like shit. I hadn’t been gone from work long, but he’d easily lost forty pounds, his cheeks sunken, his body looked skeletal underneath his clothes. And his skin tone -well that had that dusty pale look that says ‘death’. I almost laughed to myself when I thought, “That’s it! If he was wearing a black cloak with one of those long poles with the hook on the end, he’d look just like the grim reaper!!”. But luckily I didn’t laugh -what kind of person would laugh at this man’s pain? Instead, I grinned at him. He’s paying for it, I need to make it good. I took a step towards the room but he held a hand out as if to say, “Stop”. So I stopped, glancing quickly over both shoulders to be sure that I wasn’t about to get jumped or something. “On your knees. I want you to crawl to me,” he told me with far too much delight at my predicament. “You’re crawling back to me . . . I want it for real,” he added, his tone dark and sinister. Fucking asshole, I thought. The only way I’m going to get through this degradation is to pretend that I’m enjoying everything he’s putting me through. He won’t enjoy it so much if it’s not having the desired effect. So, I got down on hands and knees, painfully aware of how gross the ground was, covered in cigarette butts and ash, spit, probably urine and cum and lord only knows what else. Filth. I was also painfully aware of the hooting, hollering and laughing coming from the audience on the street around the hotel. They had a clear view of the show I was putting on. More fucking assholes, I thought, wagging my fine ass at them as if to say, “You can’t have it!”. Mr. Waters laughed louder at them, and stepped aside to allow me into the room. “So this is it? You’re a dirty whore now? Fuck, I should have knocked you up with my poison while I had the chance before. No matter -you’re getting something much stronger today,” he laughed. Maybe he thought he would scare me, but I wasn’t giving him any satisfaction. “Thank-you, Sir. I want it,” I told him. He stopped laughing and glared down at me. “Is that right? Are you ready to fucking die?” he asked, sounding quite ominous to be completely honest. “My cum will kill you. It’s in me, killing me. You want to die a whore’s death?” I gulped over a lump in my throat, steadied myself and looked at him. “Yes, Sir. That’s what I’m here for.” My body had that rush, that feeling of sudden dread, and yet I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited in my life. I just wished that Drake was here with me as a part of it all. “Damn fucking right,” he grumbled. “Now get on this dick,” he ordered, yanking his pants over and pulling out a rather choice piece of meat. Who the hell knew this is what was hiding underneath those ugly ass suits all of those years? I might have let him fuck me after all! Still on my knees, I crawled to him and took him into my mouth. First his cock head, which I licked and probed with my tongue. He dropped his head back and groaned, so I knew he was liking my work so far. And then I went down to lick is balls, eventually managing to get the entire low-hanging sack into my mouth where I slurped on them like they were candy. When my jaw began to get sore, I released his juice-makers and went back to his mighty cock, which I managed to take all the way down in one slow descent. Again he moaned his appreciation. “Fucking pig, I wish I knew how talented that fucking mouth was back when you worked for me. I’d have had you living under my desk sucking my dick all day long,” he chuckled. “That is, when I wasn’t pounding the fuck out of your sweet ass. Yeah, I checked that ass out plenty, but you strutted around that place like you were untouchable, like maybe no one would ever try anything on you? I should have fucked you up then just to teach you a lesson,” he growled. His mood had changed and he yanked his dick out of my mouth, my teeth scraping his rod with the sudden movement. He gasped momentarily, snarled down at me as if he was about to hit me, but then reeled it in and began to laugh. We both looked down at his cock and saw that where my teeth had scraped, there were fresh abrasions seeping blood from them. My stomach immediately did another flip. Fuck, there will be no escaping his virus now, I thought. And still my ass practically yawned open, so hungry for the stuffing only he would provide me. When I looked back up at his face, he was grinning an evil grin. “Get on the bed, hands and knees at the foot of the bed. Time to destroy that ass.” I assumed the position straight away, but he disappeared into the bathroom for a second, returning with a toothbrush in hand and I knew immediately what he was up to. Before I knew it, he had already jammed it up my ass and was viciously scrubbing away. “This is my toothbrush but I figure we’re going to be sharing a virus anyway, so what’s a few oral germs between friends,” he laughed. He was really scrubbing away and my ass was feeling quite raw. When he finally yanked the brush out of my hole, he thrust it into my face to show me how red it was. Not pink, as some other guys describe in these scenarios. It was saturated in blood fucking red. I don’t know what possessed me, but I reached out and took the brush from him and then stuck it into my mouth and began scrubbing my gums with it. He roared with laughter while he simultaneously jammed his cock into my pig hole about half-way in one thrust. Another couple of hard ruts and he was balls-deep in me. Despite what this would result in, it felt like heaven. Can’t lie. He was very sick in more ways than one, but his cock felt absolutely amazing sawing in and out of my fuckhole. For the next forty minutes we didn’t speak at all. It was a continuous and relentless pounding of my ass, the sounds of our skin smacking skin and our uncontrollable grunts and moans the only noises we made. After forty minutes (I know because these days I am very much on the clock) he pulled out, walked around to the edge of the bed and showed me his cock. It was huge and shiny, glistening in precum and extremely red from a mixture of his blood and mine. Just thinking that again made my dick jump several times beneath me. Again without thinking, I leaned forward and took his bloodied cock in my mouth and slurped him clean, knowing that his bleeding cock was oozing into my mouth with my roughed-up gums, too. Suddenly I felt the need more than ever before. When I pulled back, I looked up at him. “Come on, fuck me. Time to give me that load, Sir. I need it in me . . . please.” His face lit up at that. “Please? Well how can I deny you when you said the magic word?” he chucked, but not viciously as he was before. Mr. Waters went back around and entered me again, in one deep hard thrust, and resumed slam-fucking me. “How can I deny a whore the very thing that he needs more than anything? I still can’t believe you quit working for me to do this,” he snarled, slamming me extra hard. Okay, so Mr. Niceguy didn’t stick around for very long . . . “But I must admit, that fucking pig hole feels like it was made for this. Is that it, slut? You finally decided that this is what you were born to do?” I didn’t hesitate when I told him, “Absolutely.” “So what brought this on, hm? Just out of the blue you decided to throw your whole life away and become some diseased fuck whore?” I wasn’t sure how much I was meant to reveal, but I figured I’d keep it to basic facts that might turn him on more. “I got grabbed one night and . . . raped, I guess you could say.” “Raped?” he asked, stopping mid-stride. “And how exactly did that go down?” “Doesn’t matter. Just that it turned into multiple guys and I found out that they were all poz. And I enjoyed it. From there I just needed more,” I confessed. “I guess I should thank whoever it was that raped this fine ass,” he laughed. “You already are -he’s my boyfriend now . . . and my pimp.” For some reason that really did it for him and he slam-fucked me so hard I saw stars. After only another minute or two like this he roared at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted and flooded me with his poison swimmers. We remained locked like this for a few minutes while he continued to empty his balls into me, our breathing ragged and choppy, sweat covering both of our bodies. Finally he eased his softening cock from my hole and I instantly spun around and took him into my mouth again to lick clean. His dick tasted so good covered in our blood and my ass juices along with his toxic sperm. Luckily he’s not sensitive after blowing his wad, so he allowed me to remain on my knees worshiping his cock for several minutes until it began to come to life again. When he was fully hard he stepped away, though, and pulled on his pants, but didn’t bother to actually close them up. It was just enough to cover himself up before he walked out the door. I had no clue what he was up to, but I could hear him talking to some of the rough bunch that had been hanging around outside before. And when he returned, he wasn’t alone. Along with Mr. Waters was a black guy who, had be not been strung-out or messed up in any number of ways, might be considered attractive. He gave off a sexy-tough-guy vibe, and the growing bulge in his pants certainly spoke of a good time. “This here’s Anton,” Mr. Waters told me, once again dropping his pants to the floor and stepping out of them. “Everyone outside promises that he’s the most toxic fucker among them,” he continued as he strolled around the room. “I’ve just a little over an hour left on the clock, so we’re going to spend that time wrecking that whore-hole of yours.” I watched as Anton removed his tee-shirt and then stepped out of his pants, his big black cock flopping around in front of him. Damn did that thing make my mouth water and my butt-hole quiver. “Non-stop, my little whore,” Mr. Waters continued, walking back to the bed and laying down. Holding his cock upright, he waggled it at me. “Come and climb on. Anton will be sliding in along with me and trashing that fuck-hole until my time is up.” I didn’t hesitate, and climbed onto the bed, between his legs, and then lowered myself all the way down onto his hard cock. I leaned forward, hovering over him, and then felt the bed shift as Anton climbed up behind me. Seconds later I felt the enormous bulb of his cock head pushing at my entrance next to Mr. Waters. Man, did it hurt. My hole was stretching like never before, but finally I felt my hole open up and his cock rushed inside me. I’m also sure that I felt tearing, but I couldn’t do anything about that now. Anton made it all the way into me, balls-deep, before retreating and then sliding back in. After these few careful strokes, he began to pump and pound me, while Mr. Waters rocked his hips up into me from below. It was a bit of a strange sensation enduring a fuck like that. One man was slowly rocking up into me from underneath while the other was basically jack-hammering me from behind. After a while Anton slowed down and I felt him easing his cock back, not out entirely but just enough to hold only the head in. “Bitch is bleeding,” he commented. “I know, I did it to him. Make sure my bug gets in him good,” Mr. Waters told him. “My dick’s bleeding, too, so he’s gettin’ it good.” Anton’s grip on my hips tightened at this. “And he still wants it?” he huffed. “Begged me for my first load,” Mr. Waters chuckled. “And I bet he’ll be begging both of us for more. Won’t you, slut?” “Please, give it to me, Sir. I need it,” I begged. “Knock me up with your AIDS.” Both men laughed at my pleading, but their fucking became more intense and determined. Another ten minutes and they both flooded me, but neither removed his cock. Instead they just went back to pumping me. And this is how the rest of Mr. Water’s time went. Both men fucked the hell out of my tortured hole and released two more loads each before they were done with me. When time was up, Mr. Waters quickly dressed and was almost out the door when he turned back to me. “At least my virus will live on in you after I’m gone. I’ll see about getting another few doses in you before I’m gone,” he said before disappearing out the door. “Sick fuck,” Anton commented, pulling his clothes on. Then he grinned at me. “I can’t afford to pay you, but if you ever want this dick again, I’m usually in the area,” he told me before taking off. I got dressed but didn’t bother to try and clean myself up. These days I wore the signs of my profession like badges of honor. Every streak of cum was pride. Every knowing look from other sluts was pride. The telltale wet spot at the ass of my pants was serious pride. And not just for me. I knew that it would turn Drake the fuck on! He was waiting in the car outside, looking very concerned. Clearly he had seen both men leave and was beginning to worry what they’d done to me. “You okay?” he asked urgently, before pulling away and heading home. “What the fuck was that all about?” “I’m fine. Mr. Waters thought it would be fun to add another toxic dick to my hole along with his,” I sighed. “How long did they double-dick you?” “Over an hour.” I could see the muscles in his jaw flexing as he tried to control his temper. “They could have done some serious damage. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Well, the damage is done. He used his toothbrush on my ass, and his dick was bleeding, too. So there’s no escaping his AIDS now,” I told him, so matter-of-fact you’d think we were discussing tonight's dinner menu or something. I could see his temper ease. I knew talking about our diseases would shift his attention, and he removed one of his hands from the wheel and shoved it behind me, easing his hand down into my pants where he began to finger my gaping sloppy hole. When he pulled his fingers out, they were drenched in cum and pink -at least I knew that I wasn’t hemorrhaging. His fingers were mostly covered in cum, lots of cum. Drake grinned and returned his gaze to the road while I leaned over and sucked his fingers clean. He didn’t have to say anything or even thrust them in my direction. I just knew that it was what he wanted me to do. ** Having just finished this part, I may do one or two more posts because I've got a couple of ideas involving Anton, too.**