ChainedBoy

This, right here. Yes….. That moment when time is suspended, when both Fucker & hole freeze so that the throbbing cock can be felt - so that the pulses of cum can be counted.

What an excellent question topic! I am firmly in the uncaring camp. Being used like fuckmeat for only the Fuckers pleasure is wildly satisfying. No chit chat. No checking in. Just totally impersonal use and disposal. Fucking with an absolute lack of interest in my experience/enjoyment. Then watching as he walks away without so much as a thank you. It’s what I was born for.

Potentially controversial opinion: Once a bottom lets a raw dick fuck his fuckhole, he has agreed to receive the Fuckers load. He can certainly ‘ask’ the Fucker to not cum in him…but it would be just that; a request…nothing more.

Cum deep. Then…churn the cream.

Early in our relationship, - 8 years so far - my husbear and I were in a BDSM relationship - so group scenes in play spaces were not uncommon. Pain-play in dungeons where I was on display were a favorite of mine. We would also go to bathhouses where he stood by the door and sent in dudes of his choosing to fuck and breed me. He loved watching me take loads. Watching my cumtank filled to overflowing. And was always the last to fuck my cum filled pussy, using their spunk as lube.

I’ve been hesitant to weigh-in on this subject - but here goes. My first time with a black man was with my co-worker, Albert. He was an older black man. I knew him as a very dapper, soft spoken, kind individual. So, imagine my surprise when, once we had established a steady fuck rhythm; he asked me with that deep bass voice, “You like that n——r dick?” I kinda froze but managed to say that I did. He replied, “Then say it.” I again said I liked it. That I wanted it. That it felt to good in my pussy. (I knew what he was asking for, but I didn’t dare say it in case I misread him.) After a bit of back and forth, he slowed it down and finally pulled out of me; “You want my n——r dick?” He said as he ran his plum sized dickhead around my distended pussy. I was hollowed out with need. I asked him to please fuck me, “Then let me hear you beg for it…you want my n——r dick?” he asked as his dickhead kissed my hungry faggot fuckhole. That was it. I would have said anything to get his majestic cock inside me again. So I begged for his n——r dick. Over and over. And every time I said the word, I said it reverently; like a mantra. And every time I’d say it, he would ram me harder. By the end, I was cumming hands free from how hot it was. It was magnificent. So that was my first experience with the word in a sexual setting. I said it because he wanted me to say it. And I won’t deny that once I got into the right headspace, it was hot. Because it was initiated by him, I was given temporary license to use it. I would not have said if he hadn’t initiated it. In the time since, I’ve been fortunate to hook up with several black men. But only one other wanted to engage in raceplay.

Sling. For so many reasons… 1) EXPOSURE: Being naked in a sling, totally exposed as a fuckhole, unapologetically taking cock and cum - a pig in heat. This experience is only enhanced in a group setting. It’s a singularly liberating experience. 2) VISUAL: Being able to look into the eyes of your Fucker. The expressions on his face. Being able to watch as his cock enters your pussy. There a communication that is possible only when you are legs up. But if anonymity is desired, the use of a blindfold or mask does the trick. 3) ENDURANCE: There is nothing more comfortable for marathon sessions of cock taking than being in a sling. You’ll absolutely want that at a Horsemarket event. 4) FLEXIBILITY: Slings can be used for more than just fucking. Add wrist and ankle restraints and you can be the subject of a wide array of fetishes.

As the Top, I had two very memorable moments… - “Oh fuck! OH FUCK! I can feel you cumming in me!” - bottom exclaiming how he could feel every blast of cum as I painted his cunt white. He even counted the ropes of cum out loud. This was especially satisfying as he was up in a public sling and there were several other men witnessing it. - Oh fuck! You’re making me cum!” - Said by a VERY hot bottom as I made him cum hands-free. Very satisfying. As the hole - - “Damn, that’s a good fucking hole. You gotta fuck this pussy, bro.” - (spitroast scene at bathhouse) Comment made- not to me - but by the dude who had just bred me to his buddy whose cock I was sucking. He never addressed me. Just treated me and spoke about me as an object to be used. Simple, casual, dehumanization. I nearly creamed myself.

I was randomly cruising one of the apps - probably Growl’r - and saw a chubby torso pic. Hairy with big pecs. No face pic - but I’m not looking for a model here. I just want dicked. I had not seen that pic before and he was less than half a mile away. So I send him a “Woof’. There was minimal chit-chat - we’re both looking to get off ‘rightnow’. He sends his address and I arrive at his apartment. Guy opens the door. Dude is a bit on the short side, late 30’s, dark hair, olive skin, Italian. I could tell he had dark eyes- brown - but he wouldn’t look directly at me. He’s was chunky, hairy, barefoot, wearing just sweat shorts. He stood aside to let me in. He shuts the door and walks over to a living room chair, drops his shorts and sits down. I strip naked and kneel before him. His dick is darker skinned than his body. With a big plum sized dickhead. The kind of dick you’de call a ‘chode’ - stubby and hella thick. He’s got a semi going and I take him into my mouth. I start sucking him and he gets hard quickly. I stole a peek up at him and saw him, head leaned back, eyes closed, mouth open. He was enjoying my faggot mouth.After awhile he signals me to stand up. He walks towards his bedroom. I follow like a puppy. There’s already a towel on the bed and a bottle of lube on the nightstand. I assume the doggy position on bed - ass hanging off the side of the mattress. He greases my cunt with his right hand. With his left, he reached under me and works my dong. Then he thumbs my cunt awhile. Rough. Really penetrating me. I start to moan. He’s totally fucking my cunt with his thumb. Twisting around inside me. Stirring my fuck hole. I’ll confess, I’m not much into that kinda floreplay, but this dude was doing it with absolute authority. Like he owned that pussy and was doing with it as he pleased. It was THAT entitled Alpha Male attitude that was getting me worked up. When he wasn’t working his dick, he was working my dong - seems he was waiting for me to start dripping honey. Because when he found my dick wet and dripping, it seemed to trigger him. He abruptly grabbed my hips and RAMMED his thick dong into me. And I mean HE RAMMED HIS DONG IN ME. I don’t think he lubed his dong - the only lube was when he was thumb fucking me. He pounded my cunt. He was full bore pistoning my cunt like a pile driver. The agenda was clear. He was gonna pound me as hard as he could til he bred my cunt. I was in pig heaven. I started to moan a bit too loud. That’s when I heard him speak for the first time. In a harsh whisper he said, “Shut up”; and he stopped his fuck abruptly. His message was clear: if I made too much noise, the fuck would be over. I went quiet. He resumed - or should I say restarted his fuck. And he began pile driving me again. Dude was a battering ram. After a short while. He tensed up. His finger dug into my hips. Pulled us together as close as he could. And released his load into me. I felt his cum wetting my pussy. A low gutteral growl escaped him. He stayed inside me. Perfectly still. There was an aching quietness in the room. After a bit, I could feel his thick dong start to deflate. But he remained inside me as long as he could. Until finally, his dick itself - not him - retracted out of me. I don’t know who taught him or how he learned his fuckcraft; but I was seriously impressed. I had never experienced a fuck quite like that. He released his grip on me walked to the bathroom. I lay on his bed. Playing with my limp faggot dick - sticky with honey. (No, I did not jack myself off nor touch my faggot dicklet while he fucked me) He walked out of the bathroom leaving the door open. He barely glanced at me as he left the bedroom. I walked to the bathroom to clean up. As I walked out of the bath, once the fog of lust had cleared, I took in the apartment. It was oddly spartan. Very simple, minimal furniture. Nothing on the walls - except for a cross over the bed. I turned my attention to the closet; one of the sliding doors was mostly open. That’s when I saw a lot of black clothes. Shirts. Pants. And a couple of long, oddly colored robes. That’s when I figured it out: I had just been fucked and bred by a priest. I exited the bedroom. The fucker was standing behind in the kitchen behind the peninsula that separated it from the living room. He was dressed and drinking from a coffee mug. He was physically and figuratively distancing himself from me. Very effectively sending a signal he was done with me and I was to leave. Keep in mind, apart from the hello at the door and the ‘shut up’, no other words had been spoken. As I finished getting dressed, he walked to the door. As I was leaving, I noticed another cross above it. (I think he noticed me noticing the cross.) He held the door open for me. I murmured a thanks and glanced at his face as a left. He said nothing and wouldn’t meet my gaze. I got the sense he realized I had ID’d him. I left. He closed the door. Firmly. When I got home and checked online, his profile was gone. My guess is he creates a profile when his need to breed overwhelms him. And after the fuck, he deletes it until the need arises again.

Great question! To my thinking, there are three primary delivery methods: 1) Down my throat. I can see the attraction for long dick cummers to feel their shaft down the suckers throat. As the sucker, I savor the taste of cum too much for this to be my favorite. 2) Cock in mouth. This has the benefit of maximizing internal cum delivery. It also gives the sucker the greater opportunity to truly milk every drop of cum and clean the cock completely before retraction. 3) Open mouth. This, IMHO, is the hottest. Of the three, it is the most piggish. The act of locking eyes with the cummer as he watches his cock shoot cum into my pig mouth is deeply satisfying. This also increases the opportunity to get some facial glazing. Open mouth tongueing the cock is also a feast for the cummers eyes. No question: Open Mouth feeding is my favorite by far.

I suck cock for one of two reasons: 1) To get the cum load in my faggot mouth: So a quick cummer is always appreciated. 2) To get the cock hard enough to fuck me so I can get his cum load in my faggot cunt. - Call me goal-focuse: MY goal is HIS load.

I like that also. Drives me wild.

Moderator's Note: This thread was moved to the Backroom at the poster's request. Since this started out in the General Bareback Stories section, the Backroom content will not appear in the first chapter. Boy, it’s time… You know how it is: You try to fuck your boy as often as daily life permits. But when you’re a Daddy married to a fuckpig; it’s your duty to get your boy well and truly used from time to time. So when I noticed Del’s stress levels rising, I knew it was time. Friday afternoon and we both just logged off from work for the day. Thats when I surprised him. All I had to do is say those three magic words, “Boy, it’s time.” Del hugged me excitedly, gave me a big kiss, and scampered off to clean out and pack his trick bag. Soon enough we were headed to our favorite cheap motel on the city’s east side. You know the kind I mean. Single story. Locally owned. No name other than ‘Motel’. We check in requesting the room at the far end of the building. The owner gave me the same knowing smirk he always does. ”Have fun.” he growls as he slaps the keys on the counter. I don’t need to describe the room. The place is a hole. Perfectly suited for the events to cum. I connected to the internet and start posting to all the sites and cruising the apps. Because of the motels location, this place has several long-term residents. People on the fringes of society, let’s just say. Within minutes, I heard a familiar light knocking. I opened the door. It was Russell. It’s always Russell. “Saw your car,” he said to me absently. “Been awhile, Del!”, he proclaimed as he stepped in, stripping as he entered. Now, Russell is not a good-looking guy. But he’s mid-forties and former military - so the body is solid - and he’s got a standard issue dick that always delivers the goods. Del was instantly on his knees sucking Russell’s dick. Seconds later he got his first raw fuck of the evening. Head down - ass up at the edge of the bed. I take in the sight of my boy getting his first load. Russell pulled out and Del dutifully cleaned him off. “I’ll spread the word”, Russell promised as he put himself back together to leave. Trucker Paul, another ‘local’, was next. Big burly older dude with a seemingly permanent cigarette dangling from his lips. Paul likes to get verbal. Del LOVES verbal. “You fucking pig! You back? You want more of this?!”, Paul sneered while grabbing his crotch. “Yes, Sir!”, Del dutifully replied, “Please, Sir!”. Paul started unbuckling his belt and opening his grubby jeans. Paul pulled out his fat stubby dick and shoved it into Del’s face. “Suck it, faggot! Suck my dick you useless pig!”. This was music to Dels ears. He sucked Pauls dick with abandon. Moments later, Paul shoved Del to the bed. Del assumed the position - head down, ass up. Paul stepped up and shoved his stubby dong into Dels hole. “Fuck! FUCKING PIG!”, Paul spat as he pounded Dels hole. A stream of profanity followed as Paul unloaded in him. With a slap on the ass, Paul was done. He picked up his pants, and turned to leave, only then did he acknowledge me with a nod of the head. Next up was the first web hookup arrival. Blue collar type. Still in his work clothes - likely worked the power plant nearby. Mid-thirties. Tall. Brown hair. Actually really damn good looking. I gestured him over to Del. ‘Blue’ hesitated briefly upon seeing Del stark naked. “Whoa, I just wanna get blown, dude”, he announced cautiously. “Have at it.”, I replied. With that he whipped out his already very hard dick and sat in the chair opposite me. By the look on his face, I think the sight of Del crawling over to him concerned him a bit. I stifled a laugh at that. But any concern melted away once Del’s very talented mouth was on his pole. ’Blue’ signed deeply once Dels mouth embraced his dick. His head hung back, his jaw fell open. It was obvious that it had been while since he had been blown. Poor straight boy. Del worked Blue’s dick with his usual skill. “Ohhhhhhhh….fuuuuuuuuuck”, Blue growled, over and over. He was getting some world-class cocksucking. After a bit, Blue stood up and grabbed Del’s head. He pushed his dong down Del’s throat and unloaded into him with a guttural growl. He stood there a moment, cock still down Del’s throat. And eventually released Del’s; head. Blue stood there dazed for a moment. Then, being the polite boy I trained him to be, Del said “Thank you!” as he wiped his mouth with his forearm. This brought Blue back to his senses, and he quickly composed himself and his clothes. As he was leaving I stopped him and said, “Tell your friends - were here all weekend”. Blue glanced back at Del as he licked the cum off his forearm. Then looked at me, gave me a wry smile, and left.. There was a break in the action for awhile. Then a sketchy dude stopped by. Street meat. (Seems word got around) Young, short, fireplug type. Scruffy as hell. By his look, he was no stranger to ‘phamaceuticals’. I felt he might be trouble but Del likes sketchy dudes, and I can handle myself just fine. So after confirming he didn’t have any weapons on him, I let him in. I pointed him to the bath and told him to take a shower - with soap. He readily agreed. Felt bad for the guy. Clearly he had been on the street awhile. When he walked back out, naked, we were treated to a very nice sight. Hairy chest and legs. Full bush. A fat cock. And about a dozen random tattoos. ‘Sketchy’ lay flat on the bed, face up. Del immediately started servicing his thick meat. Once hard, Del greased that pole and rode that dick cowgirl. I always smile when I see Del fuck himself like that. Its strikes me as so joyous. Eventually, Sketchy bred Del good and deep. “Daddy, can we keep him?”, Del asked playfully. I chuckled, and shook my head no. Del happily sucked Sketchy clean. I fished a t-shirt out of my bag and gave it, a bottle of water, and some snacks we had brought to Sketchy as he left. As he walked out, another dude was just walking up. Not a ‘local’. I greeted him at the door. “Is this the place?”, he asked suggestively, grabbing his obvious bulge. I recognized his accent - Senegalese. He was one of the guys I had chatted up online. Tall, slim, black, late 30’s early 40’s. I opened the door further so he could see my boy naked on the bed. “Ah..it seems so..”, he said with a smile as I stood aside for him to enter. I stopped my online cruising to take in this scene fully. He went up to my boy and kissed him sweetly. Few things get my boy harder than kissing. I watched as Del’s dick stiffened. “I am going to fuck you”, the new arrival said - his voice like honey, “I am going to fuck you…like a bitch”. That accent was hypnotic! I heard Del whimper. With that, this latest arrival stepped back and made a show of stripping down. His body was completely smooth. His entire body a hairless dark brown. Several inches of jet-black dong hung before him, flaccid. Del crawled over to him and took that uncut dong into his mouth. “That is right. That’s is right. Get it good and wet.” What followed was a sight to behold. My boy, legs up ‘like a bitch’ as this dark master walked up to him. Del urgently took the first popper hit of the night. I watched as this black god slowly pushed his thick nine inches into Del’s hole. “Mmmm…yesss…very sweet”, hissed the stranger when he was balls deep. A slow and steady fuck ensued. One speed. A constant slow methodical fuck. Now, my boy has stamina, but this was testing his limits. For half a hour I watched that wrecking bar slowly piston my boy’s hole. By that time, Del was shaking with lust. His cum hunger eventually overwhelming him. “Please! Please, cum in me! Breed me! BREED ME, PLEASE!” Hearing that, the fucker stopped cold, looked Del in the eys and simply said, “All you had to do…was ask.” Instantly, his cock and balls started flexing and he flooded my boy with cum. Del moaned loudly, his dick spasmed and shot his load all over his belly. I’ve only seen Del shoot hands free a handful of times, so this was one for the books. The fucker, having unloaded fully, began his long journey out of Del’s ass. It was beautiful to behold that huge black dong slide out of him. Del lay there, slackjawed, as he experienced that full retraction. Finally, he was out. He turned to me and said, “Now that - is how - you fuck - a bitch.” The fucker walked over and sat down with me - still naked - at the rickety table I was occupying next to the window. His cum-slicked dong hanging before him. I offered him a cigarette and we smoked in silence; taking in the sight of Del writhing on the bed, fingering his gaping fuckhole, wallowing in the moment. The fucker and I gave each other a knowing smile. After awhile, I noticed the fuckers tool was getting hella-hard again. He snuffed out his cigarette and quipped, “Time - for round two”. As he approached Del for the second time, I could see the apprehension in Del’s eyes. He looked over at me. “Daddy?” He said fearfully. “You know the rules, boy.”, I replied. I watched as the fucker lifted my son’s legs. “Daddy?!” I watched as the fucker kissed my son’s hole with his uncut dong. “DADDY!”, he pleaded while taking some of the bigger popper hits I had ever seen him take. I watched as this black master plunged into Del’s fuckhole once again. Del’s whole body shook - violently. “Shhhh…”, the fucker whispered as he stroked Del’s face, “…you need cock…you need cum…I will give you what you need…now, you give yourself to me.” As if by magic, hearing those words caused Del’s whole body to relax. “Better…much better”, said the fucker as he railed my son’s hole yet again. This guy, without a doubt, had some of the best fuckskill I had ever seen. When it was over. I shook his hand before he left and thanked him for destroying my boy’s hole so completely. I passed him one of personal cards and let him know he would be welcome message me about using Del again. Time for some aftercare. Examined Del’s fuckhole. Gaping open and distended. “Are you satisfied, boy? Did you get what you needed for today?”, I asked as I lay down and held him in my arms. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy”, he replied. “Daddy is so proud of you. I love you so much, boy”. Del snuggled into me - my little spoon - and softly spoke saying; “I love you, Daddy”. (End Part One)

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