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4.

On the way back to the hotel, I messaged a couple friends about the situation and for them to come over in an hour. They’re both virile, muscular, tatted poz breeders. Big lats, shoulders, biceps, hard abs, and big, bouncy pecs. Their OF specializes in gang bangs and conversion parties. 

When we got to hotel room, I told Alvin to sit on the chair so I can teach Vik a lesson. I told Vik to sniff my armpits. To lick the sweat and the musky odor. I then slapped his face hard and called him a cheating faggot. I told him a faggot like him needs to suffocate on musk, so I took off my shirt and pants and shoved his face in my crotch. I looked over at Alvin and gave him a thumbs up. 

“I’m going to fuck him up for you. Teach him real good,” I said to Alvin. 

He looked a little confused and relieved at the same time. 

“Strip and show us what a cheap slut you look like,” I said to Vik.

He stripped and was kneeling in the carpet, showing his beautiful muscular body. He looked so good I could have fucked him right there. 

“You’re a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just kneeling there naked like a pathetic faggot.”

“Yessir. I’m a pathetic faggot.”

“You deserve to be punished for cheating on your beautiful, sweet boyfriend, don’t you?”

“Yessir, please punish me.”

Damn, if I didn’t know better, my guess is that Vick’s been cheating way before tonight. But tonight, Alvin will know what a slut his bf is. I got naked and sat on the bed. I poured a shit ton of lube on my hard cock,

so it was glistening before these two faggots.

“A dirty faggot like you needs a dirty load. Punish yourself by riding my cock.”

“Wait what?!” Alvin said. 

“Trust me, baby. Sit back,” I said that last part very sternly. It wasn’t to comfort. It was a command.

“Well, bitch? What are you waiting for?” I said to Vik.

He climbed on my cock and lowered himself slowly. I didn’t have the patience so I grabbed his hips and rammed into him. As he adjusted, I told him to turn around so he was facing his cuck bf. I fucked him hard, calling him dirty names and egging him on to admit how much he loves getting fucked. Alvin started stroking himself over his jeans, and I told him to take his hands off immediately. He needs to watch and focus on how much of a slut Vik is being. He obeyed reluctantly. 

I felt my balls swell. I was gonna cum soon. I told the bitch that I’m going to dump some grade A high VL spunk in his hole if he doesn’t stop. But if he wants it, he needs to beg for my poz load and look his bf in the eyes as he says it. The bitch didn’t stop riding my cock, and after a moment of thinking it over, he looked at his cuck and said that he was sorry. He then rode me harder and begged for my poz seed inside his hole. Begged to be bred by my hot cock. How much he loved my big, thick poz pecker. I fucking loved hearing this cheater reveal to his bf his true nature. I dumped a good load inside him to add to my load earlier. 

I told Alvin he needed to get the fuck out and that I have no interest in touching him. He’s pathetic. I told Vik that I have. A couple really hot guys coming over to tag his hole with me. He can stay, but Alvin has to leave. 

“Babe, this has gone on far enough. Please let’s go home. I don’t feel ok about any of this,” Alvin was almost sobbing. It was almost a sad sight, but that must have gotten through to Vik because he said in the softest voice, with practically no conviction, “Ok babe. Let’s go.”

They got their stuff, got dressed, and left. Not how I thought things would end. Not even a full 5 minutes after they left, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door with a massive smirk, thinking the faggot came back, but it was my friends. 

“Oh sup guys. Sorry, but you just see missed the hole. He left with his bf.”

“Oh damn, was it the super muscular guy?”

“Yeah how do you know?”

“Well we saw this guy eyeing us hardcore as we passed in the lobby. He was hugging this taller guy, who looked sad sad.”

“Yeah that was him. He begged for my poz load in front of his bf. Can you believe that? We would have had fun with his hole.”

“Damn he looked like a hot piece of ass.”

About 5-10 minutes passed, and I heard another knock at the door. It was Vik. Fuck yeah.

“What are you doing here?” I tried to sound pissed and uninterested.

“Um I saw these really hot guys in the lobby, and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I wanted to see if they are the friends you invited.” 

“What about Alvin?”

“He’s devastated, but I can’t stop thinking about being fucked by those guys and you. Are they here?!”

I opened the door a bit wider to reveal my two friends who overheard everything. He came in and we all took turns on his hole until the sun came up. I had to prep for my flight, but heard my friends tell Vik to go home with them and shoot a vid. They can invite more guys over. 

Haven’t heard from Vik or Alvin after that. They did shoot a video, and my friends recorded Vik screaming, “I don’t care if staying here means I can’t go on Pep! I just want more cock please!!” Dumb faggot.

Bathroom scene where guys take turn fucking the bottom and the bathhouse scene in Europe are so good!

3.

We took the shots Alvin bought us. I thanked him by walking behind him and hugging him. I ran my hands up his torso, pretending like his hot bitch bf wasn’t there. From the outside, we prolly looked really hot together. Two 6’3” guys getting frisky. 

“Damn you boys are so hot. My cock is fucking hard as hell!”

Some more flirting and chatting. Then I told Alvin to get us another round. He was a bit hesitant, probably clocking that I wasn’t asking his bf to get this round. I noticed and quickly thanked him for the drinks he got last time, telling him how horny I get when I’m drunk. 

“You make me feel good, and I’ll make you feel good later, baby.” And just like that, he walked to the bar. Dumb bitch. You see? The trick to fucking someone up psychologically is you have to be inconsistent. Praise them. But also confuse them. Be sweet. Then be cold. Make them feel like they did something wrong, so they work extra hard to earn their next morsel of attention and approval. 

“When he gets back, ask me to go to the toilet with you. Be loud and clear so that your cuck bf hears,” I said to the hot cunt. 

Alvin walks back with our drinks, and I take a sip and pretend to dry heave. 

“Ugh this is fucking gross! Damn wtf did you order?”

“Um I got some jack and coke,” Alvin said.

“I can’t drink this. It’s way too sweet. Thanks for getting this though. Since you got this, finish it so it doesn’t go to waste.”

“Hey David, can you go with me to the loo?”

“Oh yeah, sure thing. Alvin, hold down the fort and finish my drink for me.” 

I pushed the cunt boy into the largest stall at the end of the, pulled his pants down and started kneading his ass. It was so fucking plump and round. Freshly shaven too. He had this brown birthmark on his left cheek. Damn this boy was hot. I spat on my cock and shoved it in one motion. I had to be fast. 

He didn’t scream. He Just moaned and begged for it. I bred and him and screamed “Take my load you faggot!” loud enough for everyone in the restroom to hear it. I wiped my dick on the faggot’s face, pulled my pants up and left. I walked up to Alvin and gave him a concerned look. 

“How open are you guys?” I said.

“Huh?” Alvin responded.

“Vik (short for Victor) pulled me in the bathroom and tried to fuck me. He said you two were completely open and you play separately.”

“Wait what? We’re not…”

“Oh damn. I fucking knew it. Don’t worry baby. I turned him down, even though he showed me his ass and that birthmark of his. I don’t want him though. Like I said, I’m into verse guys.”

Not my most elegant work, but still good enough for this dumb bitch. I saw his experience all the emotional states. Anger. Lust. Hurt. Confusion. Flattery. Lust again. Mentioning the birthmark was a good touch. 

“Hey I have an idea. Let’s show him how fucked up what he tried doing was,” I said.

“How…” Alvin said, still in his feelings. 

“Well, I want to fuck you in front of him. Teach him that cheaters never win. I will give you all the attention to make him jealous.”

He hesitated. I moved behind him and started grinding my body against his. Breathing hot air into his ear as I whispered how good I wanted to make him feel. How I wanted to teach Vik a lesson to never mistreat him like that. 

When Vik finally came back out, I took both their hands and said, let’s go to my hotel. It’s right around the corner. I got Alvin to pay for my tab before we left. What a dumb faggot.

One of the hottest stories on this site. Bravo! Hope you continue!

Chapters will be told from David’s perspective from now on.

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2.

Stupid fucking bitch deserved to get pozzed. When he told me he was taking a gap year to apply for law school, while riding my bare cock telling me all these fucked up things? Why does he get to have a good life as a lawyer while I’m stuck being a waiter for dumb flight passengers? I figured out life wasn’t fair years ago. Parents treated me like crap. Teachers told me how dumb I was. People always treating me like trash, so I decided to embrace how rotted I truly was inside. But what fun would it be to be outwardly evil? You gotta lure people in. Convince them to fuck up their own lives. I was 23, young, and attractive. That dumb Asian faggot deserved all those poz loads. He’s going to be a dumbass lawyer for trusting a stranger so easily. 

Being a flight attendant has its perks. I get to stay in nice hotels during my overnights. Yes, it’s hectic not having a true home base, but I thrive from the anonymity. One of my favorite conquests was fucking up this guy training to become a doctor from New Mexico. Checked in to my hotel, cleaned up, and around 10 decided to hit the gay bars. Next flight isn’t until 6pm the next day, so I could go a little harder tonight. Chill crowd, but I spotted a couple. Super cute.  One guy was tall, around my height 6’3”-6’4”, but less meat on his bones than me. The other was short around 5’7”, really muscular with a nice plump ass. He made my cock twitch. I had to have him.

Walked up to them. Said hi and flirted by telling them how I saw them across the bar and liked their vibes. They laughed. The muscle boy was really into me. I made a point to touch him and linger long enough so that he noticed and his bf noticed. I bought us a couple rounds of shots. After we were loosened, I asked who’s bottom and who’s top. Muscle boy is exclusively bottom. He made sure to make eye contact me with me when he said it. Other guy is verse. I knew right then how I would get to dump my load in muscle boy tonight. I told them I was exclusively a top, and how hot it was meeting two guys that take cock because I can never seem to find bottoms. This was a lie. I told them how much I loved playing with couples. This was not a lie, but not the full truth either. I love fucking up couples. Sewing doubt. Making them question their desire and loyalty to each other. 

“This is gonna sound strange, but as a top, I prefer fucking verse guys over power bottoms. Sounds weird, but I think verse guys appreciate it more since they split duties,” I laughed. 

This caught both the boys by surprise. Tall verse boy looked at me and blushed. I grabbed his arm and said, “Hey can you get us another round?” I volunteered this dumb fucker and he agreed, leaving me and his hot bottom boy alone. 

“Play along. You’re the one I want. But gotta earn his trust.” The bottom boy gave me a mischievous look and kissed me really quickly. I squeezed his ass and stuck my hands down his pants, fingering his hole a bit. I took it out when I saw his bf approach. 

thanks for all the encouraging feedback, pigs. Hope you enjoy and can get fucked up to this new chapter. 
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8.

Bear started bubbling my nipples, and I was writhing slightly. Still really horny apparently. Bear reached to the side table and grabbed his baggies. He pointed his finger at me.

“Lick”

I obeyed. He dipped the tip of his finger in the bag, withdrew it, and without asking or saying anything else, he inserted the finger in my cunt. He worked well, wiggling all around. Damn it hurt and burned a bit. Not as much as anticipated from reading stories on BZ. He repeated that two more times, and I was flying by the end of it. Jesus Christ. My penis shrunk again, but was so hungry. Hungrier than the night before. It was a lil sore before he inserted all that T inside me, but it felt fine after. Hole was tingly and so warm. 

I begged him if I could go online to post an ad for guys to come fuck me. To my surprise, he slapped me hard. This was the most aggressive he’s been toward me. I was confused. 

“You need to be trained. I control who fucks you. I decide. Not you,” he said very sternly.

I felt like I was being scolded by a parent. I hate being told what to do. This is partly why I have a bad relationship with to my parents, other adults, and strict institutions. My first instinct was to lash out. But I was so horny. 

“You need to learn to take any cock. Not just the cocks you want,” he said. 

Oh that does make sense. If I’m in control, I’ll be picky. I know me. Releasing that control means I may get fucked by guys I would normally write off, like really old guys, or actually homeless, or maybe even more [banned word]. The [banned word], I would come to learn, would come much later. Years later. I started to soften registering his logic. He was right. Damn this hot. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said.

“Get on my cock and show me how sorry you are.”

I slid down on his fat cock. Eventually I was riding him reverse because his belly made riding reverse more comfortable and allows me to get fucked deeper. He was on his phone the entire time, ignoring me. So hot. This continued for a while, with excepting of me taking breaks to sniff some poppers, him feed me T or Gatorade. He also snapped some pics of me. After some time, he put his phone down. He must be done posting and messaging. I was excited of the unknown adventures awaiting me. He told me to grab the motel phone for him. He dialed the front desk.

“Larry, it’s me. This slut is open for any guest tonight and tomorrow to use. Send them to the room. Door will be unlocked.” 

Larry came to the room not too long after and dumped a load into me. It was fast, but hot. I loved Bear watching me be a good boy taking loads.

I had a steady stream of guys come and breed me throughout the night. Couldn’t tell if they were motel guests or people from the internet. That also made it super hot. They mostly blended together in my mind, but a few guys stood out. There was this twink that was youngest, very likely still in college. He was the most deer in headlights, but was rock hard and fucked me really fast. He also rushed out the quickest. lol. Then there were these one guy who was really tweaking out. I normally would have avoided him, but there I was, begging for his load. He couldn’t cum, but it was a hot exchange. Then there was this really old daddy who told me to take his poz load. I begged for it, knowing full well I wasn’t on Prep. 

Then there was bear#2. He came back, but he reeked of alcohol. He stripped and was just as aggressive as he was the night before. He almost gave me rug burn because he was so aggressive pushing me down to suck his cock. He also fucked me on the floor, pressing my face on the dirty carpet. He was fucking me so good, and he even played with my nipples every now and then driving me crazy. I could feel his pubes and sweat mix with my own. 

He started to get more aggressive. He told me to lean up, so I was not facing Bear. 

“You like getting fucked by my cock, faggot?” bear#2 asked.

“Mmm…yessir. I love it.”

“That’s right faggot. You fucking love it. You love me fucking you?”

“Yessir, I love it.”

“FUCK YEAH! You fucking love getting fucked by my cock, you whore!”

“Mmmmmm”

“Yeah tell me you love me. Tell me!”

I paused. This felt a bit much? I couldn’t help but look at Bear and see how he felt. He was playing with his nipples and stroking. His face didn’t reveal much honestly.

“Say it, faggot! Tell me you love me or I stop fucking you!”

Oh fuck I needed his cum. I couldn’t explain it, but if all the guys that came through, he was by far the best fuck. I needed his load!

“I love you! I love you! Please keep fucking me!”

“Tell me I’m the only person you love! I’m the only person you’ve ever loved! You will love! Say it, bitch!”

I said that and more. I screamed how I will only think of his cock and him. how my heart only has room for him and no one else. I was making eye contact with Bear the entire time. Bear#2 dumped a massive load and left. There was a deafening silence in the room after, as I was still on the floor collecting myself. I looked up and Bear was getting dressed. He took some of his belongings, leaving behind the pipe, lighter, and baggie. Then he left. I was all alone again.

This chapter has more of an homage to other works. Less action, but wanted to pay tribute to stories that have inspired me in the past. If you need a good wank, check out the stories mentioned!

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7. I felt movement, and that woke me up. Bear was waking up too. I nuzzled into him. It was dark outside again. I was tired, and a bit hungover feeling. I grabbed one of the Gatorade bottles and chugged it, offering Bear one too. He downed it. 

We cuddled some. It was really cute. The conversation was light, but we were both really engaged. He asked me if I had fun last night. I told him how I felt about each guy. What I liked and didn’t liked. He was taken back by how perceptive I was, even through my high. I told him about how skinny and bear#2 were fun. Gymboy was kinda bland and last guy was barely there? Mike was fun, but kinda mid since I already tasted his cock before.

I can be like this with most guys. Unless I’m dating you or the sex was out of the his world and we are super vibing, I don’t like repeat dick. Sex with Mike was hot, and I was grateful he was responsible for all this basically, but I had moved on. Oops.

He kept saying how perceptive I was, but he didn’t tell me why. Thinking about the night before started to make me horny. I still hadn’t cummed yet and I’m sure I still had drugs in my system. Bear played with my nipples and asked me if I wanted to keep being his little slut? I whined yes a bit, trying to act really coy. He asked me how I got to be so piggy, and I told him reading all the chasing and chem sex stories on there and cheating and cuckolding shit on Tumblr made me want the piggiest sex. 

He chuckled and asked me what stories I’ve read that turn me on most. I told him about “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz” and how much I loved the scene of the Beast tearing apart that couple, ruining their sex life forever. I told him about how hard I came to “mild-to-wild” on nifty, when a guy hears his husband telling the god fucking him that he loves him. How devastated the guy was because his husband had only ever said it to him. I told him about my attraction to guys that are like the poz top from “Nameless Story.” by knockmeup770 on BZ. How I want to encounter a guy so manly that he makes me lose all my senses and just crave cock. I want to be reprogrammed, so I’m happy with a life revolved around sex and cum. A guy that is so hot, I would cheat on my boyfriend, quit my job, and start a new life. 

He listened intently, while rubbing one of his hands up and down my chest, grazing my nips every so now and then. He didn’t say much except grunt or scoff a few times, but I didn’t care because I knew he was listening.

Let me know if y’all liked this. Was planning on it being a one off, but may continue this story switching to David’s perspective. Releases will prolly be sporadic and slow. 
 

Btw, David is a real person and by my account was a manipulative cheater and liar. He really fucked me up, but it’s been years and I’ve made peace with it. Kinda hot to relive it imagining how much he fucked up others. 

For my 26th birthday, I reached out to someone in my area who does edging sessions. His one condition is I have to refrain from cumming for at least a week. I agreed (spoiler: never made it to a full week). By the fourth or fifth day, I was going crazy and was hooking up with guys left and right on Grindr. The dude said no cumming, nothing about having sex.

One night, I message this profile I’ve seen in my area but glossed over because he was second of third tier hot, but having fucked most of the first-tier guys that were interested, I was desperate. I went over to his place at 1am and he fucked me in a bed room without furniture. He was a flight attendant and didn’t bother investing in furniture. While the fuck was whatever, I was in major heat and told him all my dark desires of being gang fucked, no loads refused. He asked if I was on Prep and I said no, since I turned 26 and no longer qualified for parent’s insurance. He said that was risky, but if I wanted, he can set up a gang bang for me. My eyes lit up and asked him if he was serious. He said he’s always wanted to set one up and would take care of me.

A few days later, he tells me to come over because he wants to dump a load. I rush over and after he fucks me, he tells me he’s found a few guys who are down. I’m so giddy and ask to see the guys he’s messaged. He opens Grindr and shows me, but I noticed that most if not all the dudes either don’t have their status, says poz, or poz undetectable. I ask him why, and he says he’s vetting them to make sure they’re undetectable because it’s safer than guys who have been untested. He is right, so I thank him for being so thoughtful.

A couple more days passed, and I’m still in heat. Decided to forgo my edging session and just go full slut bottom mode. Making my rounds with guys from my neighborhood, with multiple repeat sessions. I get a message to meet him at this hotel near the airport. Go to the room and he’s inside. Tells me he has a few guys lined up for me throughout the night. I’m excited since it’s Friday, so there’s the extra fun that comes with the start of the weekend. 

He tells me to get naked and sniff some poppers. He offers me an edible to get me relaxed. I ask for his cock and thank him for setting this up. He fucks me really hard, harder than normal and tells me to enjoy his cum. He pulls out and feeds me some poppers, and tells me to be a good slut and show him I am slutty enough to live out my fantasies. I take this as a challenge and become determined to impress him. His name is David btw.

First guy comes, and he looks very average. Unshaven pubes. A bit of a gut. Lots of untrained body hair. Average cock. Fucks me and calls me putah and maricon, and dumps his load and leaves. David tells me how hot that was, and I need to keep taking it like that.

Then two guys come at same time. Seems like they knew each other. They both get undressed and say things like damn this is hot. Both look youngish, maybe mid to late 20s. They take turn fucking my hole and face. David tells them to cum in my hole and the second guy says to take his dirty load. 

Alarms go off in my head. I knew what that meant. Don’t know why I didn’t confront the guys before they left, but I waited until after and asked David if he was sure they were undetectable. He said yes, but they prolly like verbal poz play. I didn’t think much of it because I also like verbal poz play, which I also told him. He tells me he can instruct the guys who are also into verbal play to lean into it, and I said yes!

Two more guys came at different times. They were less hot and really playing the poz verbal. Saying things like how they’ll get me pregnant. How sluts like me love and crave the gift. How I won’t have my boyish looks for long. Second guy made me beg for his poz load. Of course I did. It was so hot.

Every time a guy nutted into me, David would feed me poppers, almost like a reward. Then this older daddy came. He had the body of a trucker, and kinda smelled like he had been on the road for a few days unshowered. I was so turned on. This guy was dominant and verbal. Really took his time. He told me that he bet I would still let him but inside me even if he wasn’t undetectable because sluts like me don’t care deep down. I was going along with everything he said until this point. David noticed and came closer to me and fed me some poppers. He told me to answer the hot man fucking me. Tell him what I really wanted. That I didn’t care if they were detectable, in fact I craved it. The poppers were hitting. The trucker dad was fucking me so good. I was feeling so good, when I just said fuck it and said that I would let him still breed me if he was detectable. He laughed and said he knew it. He started fucking harder and as he came, he told me to beg for his poz load. I screamed that I needed it and wanted him to get me pregnant with his poz babies.

After he left, David started playing with my nips and told me that was so hot. That I love getting poz cum. He told me to tell him how much I wanted more poz cum. I confessed it was really hot and how I wouldn’t be opposed to it. I could always go on Pep after. He kissed me and said good boy. He would start looking for poz guys instead. He went back on his phone and within a few minutes, another guy came. Damn that was fast.

I took three more loads that night from three more guys. I begged for their poz loads. David cuddled me and told me I was such a good boy, and asked how my hole was feeling. I told him it was super sore, but I’m glad we did it. 

He said he was falling for me, and I said I felt similarly. We spent the entire weekend together being really intimate. Then he said he had to go and won’t be back until the following Wednesday. After dropping him off at the airport, I realized the window for Pep had passed. I was a little nervous but didn’t dwell on it. I’m sure David only contacted undetectable guys.

I heard from David increasingly less after. He said his work schedule was packed and he won’t get more long breaks for a while.  A couple months after that fun hotel night, I got really sick. I told David and he said I’m a dumb bitch. Don’t contact him and go get tested. He told me that my young, innocent face deserved to get wrecked. Enjoy the bug.

I was so shocked, but so turned on. I reached out to another fwb in my area and told him to come fuck me right away. FWB is a pig but was hesitant. He’s always had this fantasy of fucking someone while they’re passed out, and I’ve been reluctant. I thought hey, let’s barter. I agreed to let him give me some NyQuil and in exchange, he can do whatever he wants me with any of his friends, no questions asked. But he can’t film it, and loads have to go inside me. He came over.

Anyway, David fucked me over, but set me free. He was a psychopath, but I wouldn’t be ok with taking loads with the door open at Steamworks on the regular without care if it wasn’t for him. Fuck you, but also thank you.

6.

I was so happy that I hugged him extra tight. I think he was happy seeing how happy I was, even if he didn’t show it in the same way I did. He pushed me on the bed and lifted my legs about his shoulders. He fucked me slowly. They were intentional thrusts. They were also hitting something amazing in my ass. He started pounding harder and faster. He spread my legs wide and used them to give him better leverage. He started pounding, and I begged him for his load. He crawled on to the bed, and I cozied up next to him asking for more drugs. He said no. He told me to come join him on the bed. There was no way I could sleep feeling this wired, but he seemed like he was about to nod off. I prolly did way more drugs than he did, which might explain it. 

“I don’t think I can sleep, sir,” I said. “I’m still so horny and awake.” 

He said if I can’t sleep then be a good but and go stock up on Gatorade. Get at least 6 or 7 big bottles. And if he’s still asleep, then I should go get some cock. But I better be here when he wakes up. Found the nearest gas station and stocked up on Gatorade, came back and he was still sleeping. I was horny, but not as horny as before, but still needed some cock. I didn’t want to stray too far and was nervous about bringing someone back here and disturbing Bear. I thought of the front desk guy, wondering if he’s still here. I changed into a sluttier tank top that showed my nipples and stripped my shorts to just a pair of white boxer briefs. 

I went downstairs to the lobby and rung the bell. He came out from the back, stopped, and took in the sight of this young, scantily dressed boy in his motel near the side of the highway. I thought about how to approach this. Play it coy or commit? I committed and just said to him I’m feeling really horny and wanted to know if he needed any help. Not sure if he was expecting that, if he’s so used to the clientele, or if it’s this time of year due to IML bringing horned dogs far and wide to the area, but he just told me to go to the back. In no time, he was fucking me. The fuck wasn’t that hot, but the scene was. Me being so forward and slutty was. So it was overall a hot experience. I begged for his load. As he pulled out and recovered, I asked him if there are any other guests that he thinks may be down. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, He said I’m really hungry huh? I said yes! Just need more cock and cum from anyone. He looked convinced, reached for his walkie talkie, and told the other person on the other like to come to his office. He’s got a hot surprise. A few minutes passed, and a guy dressed like the janitor/cleaning staff enters. He was darker skinned and looked very middle age. Big gut. Rough but not rugged. Like a hard working man, but not one that was physically intensive. Just one that seemed to drain his soul, except for moments like this. I took that as my cue and started shaking my ass. I pulled my cheeks apart and winked my hole. Not wasting a moment, the new guy unbuttoned his pants and slammed his small cock into me. He fucked me fast and frantically, and came. The whole thing was really hot. 

I didn’t think Bear was up yet, but honestly I was starting to get a little tired at this point. I went back to the room, got naked, and cuddled up to Bear. Fell asleep in his arms. Wasn’t the best sleep honestly, but Im glad I got some sleep. 

Chapters 4 and 5 here for you pigs. Combining them into one post because I don’t want to hit post limit, and I want to push out a few more chapters for y’all. Keep feeding my vanity, and fuel my dirty brain. It’ll help inspire me to keep writing.

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4.

I drove to the parking lot of the seedy motel where he told me to meet him. He told me to tell the front desk to look up Mike. The clerk gave me a look and then went to the back to grab my room key. He wasn’t hot like the cop, who I was now assuming is Mike but not fully sure. In my current condition, I would have let the front desk guy fuck me in a gang bang. He was dressed like a school teacher in clothes a bit too big for his smaller frame. Taller than my 5’7” by quite a lot, but he was lanky and skinny. Prolly in his late 30s-early 40s. Face was a bit sunken, but otherwise not that memorable. 

He gave me the key card, told me my room number, and told me to enjoy my stay. His voice sounded a quite sarcastic? Maybe a bit taunting? I don’t know. I still can’t pinpoint it to this day. I went up and put my luggage to one side and made myself comfortable. After replaying what just happened a couple times over, I finally decided to take a shower and debated whether or not to douche and waste the load inside me. Decided to douche but squeeze some of his load and ate it. Salty and a lil bitter. Heaven. Was still super in heat since he didn’t let me cum and told me not to play with myself. To be honest, I would have still been in heat even if I did cum. I was in my early twenties getting to live out one of my darkest fantasies. I don’t think I need to explain further. I wasn’t going to disobey him and fuck up my chances of living out my fantasy of being used by a bunch of hot guys. If his friends are anywhere near as hot or manly as him, I would be so fucking happy. 

So I cleaned up, douched really well, put on some lotion and sat on the old bed sheets with just my boxer briefs. Didn’t have a jock back then. I remember going scrolling on smutty shit from BreedingZone, nifty, adam4adam, BBRT, and Craigslist to keep myself horned up. Some time around 9ish, I heard the sound of someone entering a key card and the door handle turning. 

I sat up and in walked this big guy, not the cop from earlier. He had a big beer belly. Tall. Handsome, round face with full beard. Incredibly manly though. Can’t explain it, but he had this commanding presence. He was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt unbuttoned over a white tank top and some chinos or something like it. He snorted looking at me. It was just him, and I was a little confused and honestly turned off. I was expecting the hot cop and his friends. Not this guy. Maybe this is one of his friends and he’s coming later? He commanded me to come to him. I instinctively obeyed. I stood in front of him nearly naked while this man towered over me. He inspected my body and his face looked please and without warning, he pulled me in for a deep kiss. It was so powerful. Passionate but more powerful and commanding than the cop from earlier today. There was a possessiveness to it? It was hot. I was melting into his dom energy even if I wasn’t turned on by his body exactly. 

At this point, I didn’t appreciate the vast beauty of all body types. I was turned on by the dad bod, but wanted a “toned” dad bod. A bigger guy that was “toned.” Still very much brainwashed into associating anything that was toned with hotness. Now I appreciate all body types. I believe this encounter opened my eyes to the beauty of all men. Fat with no muscle definition is hot as long as the guy is unapologetic and commands respect and attention. I’ve also learned that muscles are useless if the guy is meek and can’t dominate me. So I was reluctant to give myself fully to guy because he was fat, but his energy was already making me mushy.

He picked me up effortlessly and put me on the bed. So gentle yet so commanding and strong. He kicked off his shoes and sat on the bed resting against the headboard. He told me to come to him so I crawled over and rested in his arms. It was really tender actually. He wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled me into him for another kiss. His other hand exploring my body. His skin was so rough against mine. Callused, but his hand was so big. His palm practically covered my enter abs. He started playing with my nipples and that drove me crazy. They’re like my “overdrive” switch when I’m horny. They can’t turn me horny but will drive me crazy if I’m already horny. This made me go mad for him and I started squeezing his tits and belly and face. I even broke off this kiss by diving into his pits. He was a little musky already. I could tell he had  freshly showered because of traces of body wash fragrance, but there was a natural musk to him already seeping out. It was a little sweet too mixed with the shampoo or whatever it was that he also had on. He kept playing with my nipples, and I was like a dog on a mission. Lifting up his tank top and licking his nipples and belly. Licking his pits. It was so magical showing him how much of a sub slut I was. 

After a while, he shifted his weight and reached into his pocket and pulled a small box. He opened up and held up a glass pipe and a small baggie of white rocks. He prepped the glass and started lighting it. I’ve done drugs before but never T. Loved me a good roll or some coke. Even tried G and K. Had shrooms, acid, addie, lots of weed, but I drew the line at T. Don’t know why, but just did. So I knew this was a crucial point. But I remembered Jon Phelps, how depraved he got after getting shot with what I assumed was T, and how badly I wanted to live that out. I didn’t think much further and put my mouth around that pipe and inhaled when he told me to. I sucked the bowl clean, and he loaded up the pipe and did it again and told me to suck some more. I took like 5-6 big hits and felt so warm and good. It was tingly. It was cold, but not cold and kinda warm at the same time. I was trembling. I was so horny. My mind started racing and I was so hungry for cock. I started babbling again. Yes I am a babbling tweaker. Sue me. Babbled all the things I said to the cop about wanting to be gang banged, live the life of an owned cum dump, get whored out for money. I started telling him about some of the stories I read on BZ like “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz.” (If y’all haven’t read this, please do. I credit this story and “Slammed” as the sources of my slut awakening.) I told him about how the guy from the story was sold by his dad and this manly Beast took him in to train him to take all cocks. Homeless cocks. Bathhouse cocks. I told him how the Beast fucked two boyfriends and hid his poz status by wearing a thick jock, and taunted the boyfriend not being fucked asking him if the bottom ever moaned like this when they fucked. And how he Beast essentially broke them up when he got the bottom to beg for the Beast’s load even though he didn’t allow his bf to cum in his normally. 

“Get on my cock, boy.” Was all he said. He didn’t tell me to shut up or that I was talking too much. He let me be myself and enjoy the high how I wanted. To repay him, I eagerly straddled him. We were both naked by this point. And I had been fondling, licking, sucking his cock and torso for a while in between my babbling. He had also smoked some by this point too. And while my cock shrank so much, and I mean it was a nub—virtually nonexistent, his was so big and girthy. Massive cockhead that was the same width as the rest of his cock. Veiny and a slick. God it was so fucking beautiful. He was so bushy too. Like he hadn’t shaven in a while, so my saliva and his sweat were trapped in the bush. I poured lots of lube on his cock and lowered myself on it. I took a sniff of poppers and just went to town. We’d kiss every now and then. At one point, he grabbed both my hands and told me to lean all the way back. So I let my weight fall backwards and he supported me by holding on to my hands. Then he started fucking me hard. I was in heaven and wanted more. We switched between me bouncing on him and him fucking me in that same position. My hole felt amazing. No pain. Every thrust was like a mini orgasm. The T made me feel so good. 

After some time, he pulled me back to him and grabbed the pipe. He loaded it and put a much larger amount in the bowl, melted it, and told me to inhale all of it. At first, the smoke didn’t clear no matter how much I inhaled, but I realized he kept lighting the bowl. Damn this was hot. And as I sucked I heard the door open.

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5.

I turned my head to see Mike(?) walk in with four other guys. Damn they were all so fucking hot. Two guys really chiseled and the other two dad bod but toned. I was so turned on seeing them. They looked at me with hungry eyes. All looked pleased or turned on at the sight of me riding this bear and sucking on this pipe. I exhaled a big cloud and felt so slutty. I was looking at the new guys, mesmerizing by hot guy when the Bear grabbed my face and kissed me. 

My focus was back on him. His big hands grabbed my back and nipples and played with them as we kissed, and I grind back and forth on his cock. The Tina made me so horny and my hole so hungry that his cock felt like it belonged in there. I felt the sweat on his belly as his rubbed against mine. We broke the kiss and he just looked at me. It was deep and I felt this strange connection to him. We were communicating something serious and intimate, though I don’t know exactly what. But I knew it was. A stare that lingered even after it broke off, as the other guys in the room all got naked and surrounded us. As I broke off the stare to admire the new men around me, I felt a bit of guilt for breaking off the stare. Almost sensing my guilt, I felt the invisible rope that gripped me to him loosen. I somehow sensed that his intensity had loosened, allowing me to have the slutty fun I’ve been craving.

These guys were all so hot. There was Mike with his greying hairy chest and tight body. He was in good shape. Hard to tell what he does exactly, but he looked toned with a bit of a soft belly. Then there was gymgod guy who my eyes went to immediately after Mike. Damn he looked so good and wide. Man he was ripped and had a more classic. Def the most wholesome looking, or rather life-yet-to-beat-down-on-you face to be more clear. Then there was skinny guy who left room between him, gymgod, and the another bearish guy. He was clean shaven. Toned and skinny. I’d imagine my body would look the most like his in my late 30s keeping up with the same fitness routine I had back then. He had a laid back vibe to him. Then there was bear#2. He was like a smaller version of the first Bear, but he looked more toned. His arms were more muscular-looking. Not as hairy, but still some fur. The last guy took up the least amount of space, physically and energy-wise. He seems turned on, I think? I remember him fucking me, but it wasn’t as memorable to be honest. 

I am about vibes and connection during sex. Does it feel authentic? Are we actually vibing? Are my needs being met? His? What’s the flow? Also very cerebral as I’m sure you’ve picked up by now. 

The Bear tapped my ass a couple times and I took that as a signal to get off him. I gave him a look making sure that’s what he wanted, and he nodded. So I got off him and stood up so he can get up too. He stood up and went over to the armchair in the corner. He told me to clean his dick before he left, so I did. Happily of course. I turned my attention and body to face the five guys before me. I was in heaven.

I was craving the gymgod, but I wanted to thank Mike (by the way, to this day still don’t know his name) for setting this up, so I went to him first and gave him a big kiss. I kissed me back. One hand held the back of my head, while the other thumbed my small clit of a penis. He asked if baby has been up to no good? And I said yes. He asked me if I felt good? I said yes? He asked if I wanted to keep feeling good? And I said yes! 

“Baby want to get more fucked up tonight and take our cocks? Take our loads in your cunt?” 

“YES!” Damn he was winding me up and got me going goading me like that. I wanted more drugs inside me. Didn’t care what they were but just wanted to get more fucked up. Wanted to be a shell of myself and give in to my hole. 

Aside: this is where I think I’m not a good whore and can benefit from a dom training me irl. I don’t really like sucking cock. I’ll do it and have been told, “Oh I’m cumming!” by the guys I do it to, but my joy is getting fucked. I feel so complete with new cocks. Raw cocks. Thick and big. Ones that open me up. So as this story develops, I don’t really dive into more sucking unless it’s something that really stands out or is key for your understanding of the story. In general I don’t form lots of memories when I suck probably because I often disassociate. If a dom wants to train me, hit me up (shameless plug). Back then I also didn’t really differentiate between cut and uncut cocks. They were either thick or not. Long or not. Skinny or not. I’m more discerning now, so to the cut/uncut lovers who notice the obvious, and often blatant omission of foreskin descriptions: I’ll do better. 

I’m sure I was already tweaking pretty hard by this point. I was going back and forth kissing all the guys and rubbing their bodies. I was feeling so good and pretty out of body with my forehead sweating but every now and then I could feel the coolness of the AC hit me. They were all so hot in their own ways. All the touching and kissing got me so excited and I begged someone to fuck me. I got on all fours and wiggled my ass. Mike mounted me first and started slamming into me. I begged for some lube. He pulled out and poured some on, and went back to hammering me. My hole was so hungry. I don’t ever recall being able to take dick that well. Mike felt like home at this point, comparatively. Fucking him was less carnal than earlier in the day, but was still hot. 

Bear#2 gave Mike a look and moved towards my ass. Mike slid out and made room for bear#2. He was thick, godamn. He grabbed my neck and pulled me closer to him. He then moved one of his hands to play with my nips. Fuckkkkk me up. I was in heaven. He was snorting into my ear, calling me a fag. Calling me a worthless piece of shit. Saying I’m going to get so trashy in a few years. That he wouldn’t want to touch me when I’m washed up and that I should be grateful he’s willing to fuck me now. I remember feeling split about what he said. On one hand, it meant that I still looked good and was desirable, and that made me want to lean in and seduce these hot guys to do dirty things with me. On the other hand, it made me question how many of these drug escapades I have left before it starts showing. Should I not go so hard tonight? I said to myself I think what’s been going on has been fine so far. No needles. And I’ll stop after we check out. 

Damn he was so rough and sexy. So piggy. He asked the forgettable guy if he wanted a turn. He fucked me and honestly don’t remember much. Like I said, I’m very big on energy and connection and this guy didn’t really give me much. It seemed like he was down but also wasn’t fully there? He was hard. They all were, but it was whatever. This was the first guy and cock that made me not really appreciate it. I remember thinking about what the next cock would feel like,  or really present for the current guy. 

The skinny guy then came up and damn he was really chill. He fucked me slow. Gave long strokes felt so good. He was also pretty perverted. He told me to prop up, so I was on my hands instead of elbows. He kept his rhythm, but leaned forward and also started taunting me. Telling me that he loves fucking whores like me. He asked me how old I was. 24. Asked if I love raw dick? Of course. Said that he bet I wanna be owned as someone’s sex slave? I did! Asked if I want to be whored out and cash cow for these guys? I did! I told them to sell my ass for cheap like $20/fuck because I want to challenge myself to make lots of money by having lots of guys fuck me! He said that’s illegal and he could throw me in jail. But that I would prolly like that because then I can just service all the guys there. Would I like that? To be the jail whore? I said I would!!! I would love to be the jail whore. Damn he was hot and we had good banter. 

And last but certainly not least, the gymgod told me to flip on my back and scoot to the end of the bed. He eagerly obeyed and he started fucking me. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful and muscular. The way his pecs and abs popped. But you know what? The fuck was really bland. He was horny and thrusting lots, but there was no chemistry. It felt like he was just going in and out of my ass, and compared Mike, both bears, and skinny guy, the one was also really just ok. I honestly don’t even really remember much about his cock—that’s how forgettable it was. Ironic that he was the one I was most drawn to initially. I needed verbal, dom energy. Guys who were pigs. This guy was just pretty.

Skinny guy took out his own pipe and started smoking. Offered it to the other guys, but they said no. Turned to me and just gave me a smile that screamed I already know you want some! I smiled ear to ear, and propped up so he could feed me. I took as much as he wanted to feed me, and I felt warmth wash over my body again. Damn I was having such a good time! Don’t know what time it was, but I never wanted to night to end. After some more thrusts, the gymguy pulled out, and my hole felt so empty. It also needed a bit of a break, it felt nice. 

As guys were settling in and made themselves comfortable, I walked over to Bear and sat on his lap and made out with him some more. It was so tender, I can’t explain it. In such an animalistic setting, I was feeling really attached to the Bear. I was caressing him and nuzzling my face into his. Somehow I knew he would take care of me and also help me fly to the next level. I started to get a bit antsy thinking about the other guys and being a good slut and pleasing them, but I forced myself to sit with the Bear a bit longer. It felt so nice, and I hugged him before leaving and told him I want to get really fucked up. Even more than I am now. And that I’m really excited and scared, but I really want it. He told me I was a dirty slut, and that he will make me feel better than I can imagine. He lit up the pipe and fed me a bit more, and we shotgunned.  

The rest of the night was a bit of a hazy blur from this point. I smoked a lot more. Time was broken up into phases of the night. The first phase where I still remember lots of details. The blurry phase where skinny guy was still smoking. The blurry phase after forgettable and gymguy came and left. Then Mike left. Bear#2 was really hot and fucked me really well. In another universe, I would see myself smitten with him, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the Bear. I remember at one point making an effort to not break eye contact with Bear while bear#2 was fucking me to convey to him that this guy would never be as dom in my heart compared to him. He whispered something so fucking smutty as he came. Then he left too. Then the skinny guy stopped smoking and at some point left. All the loads were pumped deep inside me. I remember at some point thinking about how I just needed more cum. I couldn’t really savor each load and appreciate it, because I wanted another cock to load me. I was a bit more consumed with getting the loads at some point than the fuck itself. It was still hot though. 

Then light peered through the window. I started panicking at the thought this was going to end because I didn’t want it to. I have still having so much fun and still so high. I wanted to keep playing and explore this side of myself. I didn’t want to go back to reality. I turned to the Bear and started vomiting how I felt. He said if I wanted to keep playing, then it’s going to get more intense. I said I didn’t care and just wanted this to keep going. He asked if I was sure, and I said yes. There was a long pause. He looked into his eyes pleadingly. I don’t know what he was thinking, but he looked at me really intently. Then he walked to the hotel phone, called the front desk and told them to extend the stay through Monday morning. I was so fucking happy.

Pigs, fuck it. I’m shirking again today to work on this story. I’m in a mood and seeing your reactions is turning me on. Feed my vanity and tell me how much you fucking love this story and feel free to share your owned depraved stories and memories. It’ll fuel me to keep writing. More chapters coming in a few hours

Taking a break from this for a couple weeks, hopefully less time, until work dies down a bit more. To come, a cloudy motel gang bang and more!

3.

Damn that thick, long really erect dick. You could see he was horny based off how hard he was. I finally exhaled. I felt such a strong warm tingle wash over my body and head. My vision went blurry for a moment, but I got it back quickly enough to find his cock and grab it with both hands. I was exploring but also jacking him off with the deliberate up and down motions. I started slobbering. I sucked and I gagged. He smelled and tasted so good. The saltiness. The chunks of fabric and dirt. The gritty pubes. I fucking loved every bit of it. I had to have him inside of me. I needed to take his load. I wanted for this man to take me to a cheap motel and do time what was done to Jon in “Slammed.” 

I begged him for his cock. I started babbling as I often do when really horny. I confessed my deepest desires to be owned. To be whored out. To be drugged up. 

In hindsight, confessing to a cop that I wanted to do drugs and be a slut was not my smartest move. But it felt right in the moment. Also in hindsight, he would have been on the hook for hooking up with me like this, so I think I was safe.

Sometimes I fear that my brain is too colorful and my desires too fringe. I don’t see or hear people around me talking about the same sexual desires I have. So I often fear that I’m too slutty. A genuine struggle between wanting to live the life of a free slut, but still chained by worrying about what others think of me. I remember also worrying after babbling to the cop that he would be disgusted and tell me to get the fuck off him, but he didn’t. He smirked devilishly and said I was fucked up in the head. But that I was special and he had plans for me if I was up for it. I asked him what he meant, and he said if I really meant what I said, he can arrange something tonight with him and some friends and we could really have some fun. My eyes lit up and I nodded and started trembling again. I was beyond excited. I couldn’t believe it. 

“Whatever you have in mind, I’m down!” I said. “I mean it. I’m down for anything. Any drugs. Any guys. If you want me to do it. I’ll do it. I’ll do them. Omg. I’m so down!”

He laughed. He told me before he did anything, he wanted me to show him what I slut I was. To ride his cock and show him how well I can take it. I fucking leaped into his lap and straddled his cock so fast. I ask him for the poppers and he fed me a big whiff. I exhaled and asked him to spit on my face. He spat a big loogie with some saliva on my face. I wiped it off and added my own spit and coated his cock with it. My hole was so hungry for his cock. I was in heat. I lowered myself on to his cock while taking another deep hit. I was fucked up and riding him for dear life. My thighs and ass slapping against his thighs. He was supporting my weight and the force of each bounce. I was in heaven. I kept it up. Making out with him every now and then, but really focusing on opening up my hole and having that cock touch all of my insides. I wanted that thing to stretch me open and make me gape. I wanted to loosen it. To show up what a good slut I can be. This was my audition to be the next Jon Phelps. My prize would be scene 3 of “Slammed” where I got gang banged by his other cop friends while I was even more fucked up. I was riding to descend into depravity. I needed to show him I could handle anything he threw at me. His breathing quickened. He was letting out more frequent low moans. I picked up my pace and begged him to shoot inside me. I wasn’t on PrEP. Couldn’t afford it. He thrust into me and let out a big moan and called me a faggot bitch. I fucking nailed that audition.

2.

That was all I needed. I was young but not dumb. But I wanted to let this play out a bit longer. At this point, we were simply roleplaying. 

“Yes, officer. I’m so sorry about speeding, sir. Is there anything I can do to ask you not to ticket me? Anything,” my voice trailed but firm enough to emphasize I wanted to do anything he wanted. 

“Anything huh, boy?” He looked at me. I looked back. Silence. My eyes scanned his face. Chiseled. Sweaty and tan. Scruffy. Greying hair, but still mostly black. Sharp nose. Strong jawline. Rough skin. Big lips. 

He smirked, and his eyebrows quickly flexed down in the direction of his crotch. Through the fabric, it looked strained. Perhaps from the layers from the uniform, the position he was in, or that he had a big cock. My hole twitched. My heart started racing. My feet trembling slightly. He grabbed his crotch again and that was all I could handle. I lunged forward, grabbed his cock, and started slobbering over the fabric. I’m licking his pants for dear life, buckling my ass back and forth. He grabbed my hair and stopped me. He motions to the backseat. So we both hop out and move to the backseat. He starts undoing his shirt, unbuttoning one by one. He takes it off to reveal a white sweaty tank top. I dive in and sniff his pits. I go crazy rubbing my face in his sweaty, hairy pits. He raises his arms to give me better access. 

After a few minutes of that, he pulled my hair and moved my face to his, giving me a wet, passionate kiss. I was so turned on by this situation. Feeling so slutty with a cop on duty. And by the way he was kissing me, I could tell he was turned on too. I took off my shirt and shorts. I was naked (went commando babyyyyyyyy!). He unbuckled his big belt and unzipped his pants. I felt a small bit of heat release. I dove in and sniffed. It was so musky and warm. Smelled of old and new sweat. A bit of precum and urine. Smelled so fucking good. Goddamn. I began licking and sucking to try to absorb some of his juices. He stopped me at some point, kicked me back gently but decisively, and kept his foot outstretched. He hopped up and took off his pants in one slow, but very smooth motion, and put the foot that had been resting against my chest down. He had to have been in great shape. What he just did took a lot of core and leg strength. Fuck my hole twitched. He was wearing a jock. Damn. 

He motioned me forward. He grabbed a small brown bottle from one of the compartments on his belt, shook it, and uncapped the top. He put his thumb over the top. With his other hand, he motioned me forward. I moved my face slightly lower than his to show that I belonged to him in this moment. He put the bottle under my nostril and plugged my other nostril with his other hand. “Sniff real good, boy.” I sniffed and I sniffed until my lungs couldn’t hold anymore air. I shook my head and he released me. I was turned on by everything. I was feeling the poppers, and it made me so horny. I dove into him. Lifted up his shirt and started licking and kissing. He pulled me up and we made out hard. It was so fucking hot. He fed me again but told me to hold it in for as long as I can this time. He then took off his jock and out jumped his thick ass cock. 

Hi all,

True to form, this story builds and will eventually include chems, so please be patient with me. I also promise to flesh this one more than previous stories. Enjoy!
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This story is inspired by true events.

I was in a weird place. All my college friends just graduated a couple weeks ago. I should have been there with them, but instead, I was kicked out a few months prior. Depression and not knowing how to ask for help. To say I was feeling lost was an understatement. Didn’t know what the next moves would be, but I knew that I wanted to get home. Wanting a bit of alone time to think, I decided to drive home from New York to Colorado. Wasn’t trying to sightsee or be slow about it. Just wanted to be on the road for a few days in my own. Clocked 7-9 hours of driving every day and stayed at any roadside motel once the sun set. 

After checking out of my motel located near Chicago, I hopped in my car and started speeding through the highway. Didn’t stop by Steamworks or anything. Again was in a funky mood and wasn’t feeling particularly horny. Was on autopilot not realizing how fast I was going when I hear sirens and see a police car trailing me with the lights on. I pulled over and the police officer approaches my car. I pull the windows down. 

“Hi, officer,” I said.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” he asked.

“No, sir.”

“You were speeding and your registration is expired.”

“I’m so sorry. I’m on my way back and will renew it then. I’m so sorry.”

A moment of silence. I was panicking not wanting a ticket or to get in trouble with the law. This was before BLM took off, when it wasn’t as well-known how corrupt cops can be. (Yes I know there were news, but I was a clueless twenty year old. Wasn’t paying much attention to the news back then.) So I wasn’t as combative as I would be now. Quite the opposite. I was extremely deferential.

“Get out of the car and follow me.”

I did as I was told, walking to the back thinking I’m going to get arrested. 

“Front seat,” he said.

A bit confused but too scared to really register what this all meant, I got in the front seat.

“What are you doing in Chicago right now?” he asked

A bit confused by the question, but I told him that I was on my way back home. 

“So you’re not here for IML?” 

Listen, I was young but not naive. I’ve been jacking off to bareback, chem, bug chasing porn and erotica for a few years by this point. In fact, I had been jacking off relentlessly to Treasure Island’s “Slammed” fantasizing I could be Jon Phelps. The way his pupils dilated and his face turned demonic after being shot up. I was afraid of needles, but craved that carnal energy. I wanted to be ravaged by hot, sweaty men. Men with guts. Men with abs. Smooth or hairy. Old. Young. Didn’t matter, as long as they had big cocks and would dump their loads into me. I wanted to be owned. To be gangbanged. Live as a cumdump. Deep down I wondered if I was meant for the normal corporate life. If getting kicked out was a sign that I was meant for the road less traveled. Maybe do porn or sex work. Or be someone’s sex slave. Didn’t have a great relationship with family anyway, so they probably won’t care if they never hear from me. I had a dirty mind and the benefit of youth. My body was toned and naturally hairless. I worked out a few times a week and ran, but didn’t have the typical musical gym bodies you see now on social media. I had a tight chest with large nipples and abs. I’ve been told though, my best feature is my face. To this day, I still have an incredibly boyish face. Large eyes, soft nose, plump lips. I look submissive. Because deep down I am. 

“Why are you here?”

I think I knew where this was headed, but I had to tread lightly. My fear quickly transformed into excitement. I started shaking a bit, but I tried my best to stay cool.

“No, sir, I’m not here for IML. I do want to go at some point though.” 

“Oh you do huh?” 

His right hands moved slowly to his crotch, and he squeezed ever so slightly but enough to leave no room for doubt for anyone closely watching. I was closely watching. 

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Can you share links of his other vids?

Looking for the vid with same actors as video posted, but has bf discovering his bottom has been owned by someone else all along. Ty in advance 

[think before following links] https://www.xvideos.com/video.hboioum1299/5983655_slave_11

3.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t heartbroken being betrayed by Tommy, but after watching that video, something clicked. Seeing Peter’s manly body, monstrous cock and balls, the sex he exudes made me realize that I could never compete. Watching and re-watching that video made me realize that Peter took away my boyfriends because I wasn’t meant to have them. I wasn’t good enough. It was sad and liberating to realize this. I also couldn’t get Peter out of my mind. The way Tommy groveled and worshipped Peter’s cock. I wanted to experience that. 

It was June, about a month after Tommy left me, when I worked up the courage to message Peter. 

Me: Hey Peter 

My heart was racing. My body was shaking. I squeezed my phone as I waited for his response. After a couple hours, he finally responded.

Peter: What the fuck do you want, faggot?

Me: About the video you sent

Peter: yeah? 

Me: I thought it was hot 

Peter: lolol you are such a pathetic lil bitch 

Me: hahah yeah you have a really nice cock

Peter: I know

Me: If you’re free, maybe we can hang out sometime

Peter: And do what, faggot?

Me: Just hang out and whatever

Peter: Tell me what you really want or Im done with this convo

He knew what I wanted, but he was taunting me, asserting his dominance over me.

Me: I want you to fuck me

Peter: HAHAHAH 

Me: Please, Peter. I want what Tommy got

About 5 minutes passed until I got a response.

Peter: Be at my place in an hour, fag

That was all he said. That’s all I needed to hear. It was 4:15 PM when I hopped in the shower and cleaned out. I put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, and called an Uber. Peter lived in a really seedy part of town. The buildings were all tagged with graffiti. Some houses were boarded up with plywood. The sidewalks were littered with broken bottles and cigarette buds. I walked up to his apartment complex  texted him I was outside. He buzzed me and told me to go to unit 403 on the fourth floor. He said the door would be unlocked. I made my way up the stairs to unit 403 and opened the door, I was greeted with a familiar site. Peter was sitting on the futon, naked from the waist down. He had on the same grease-stained tank top and was slowly jacking his cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had jacked off to this scene from the video he sent me at least 50 times, but it was finally a reality. 

“Get over here,” Peter barked.

Without saying a word, I walked over and kneeled before him. 

“Tell me what you want,” Peter said.

“Pppplease, I…w…w..wanttt yourrr cccockkkk s..ssir,” I replied.

“Louder,” Peter commanded.

I begged him again. I could smell the warm scent of his crotch.  I was desperate to taste him. He smacked his cock on my face. It hurt but I was so horny and so hungry that I didn’t care. He smacked my face a few more times before he finally let me taste it. I devoured his cock like a madman. My hands ran all over his hairy thighs as my head bobbed up and down. I inhaled deeply each time I went down. His crotched was musky and ripe with old sweat. His balls were sticky as if they hadn’t been washed in a few days, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved every bit of it. 

“You see that? Look at what a lil bitch your ex is,” Peter said.

I felt a presence come up from behind, but I didn’t want to stop worshipping Peter’s cock. Tommy emerged and sat next to Peter. He was wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Our eyes briefly met. His face was filled with disgust. Mine filled with lust and hunger. Tommy dove into Peter’s right armpit and began sniffing and licking. Peter began finger fucking Tommy. He jackhammered 3 fingers into Tommy’s hole. Tommy lifted his legs and was moaning. He was never this vocal when we had sex. But I wasn’t surprised. As I worshipped the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever laid eyes on, I knew Peter was a better lover in every way. 

Peter pushed me off his cock and turned to Tommy. He jammed 4 fingers into his hole. Tommy’s face was that of pure ecstasy. This continued for some time when Peter reached into the futon cushion and grabbed a small oblong bottle. By this point, I was fully naked and playing with my cock.

Peter then took off his tank top, unscrewed the bottle cap, and did 3 bumps of this white powder. He then sprinkled some onto his cock and then shoved it into Tommy’s hole. Tommy’s face lit up. Peter piston fucked Tommy for a few minutes when he finally roared. His body convulsed for a few seconds and few on top of Tommy.

What!?! That was suppose to be my load!! I thought to myself 

“Thank you, sir. Thank you,” Tommy repeated over and over. 

“Get over here and clean off my cock,” Peter said.

As I crawled over, I noticed how loose Tommy’s hole was, much much looser than when I last saw it. It didn’t matter because I turned my attention to Peter’s cock which dangled in front of me. I licked every inch, cleaning off all the juices. When Peter was finally satisfied, he kicked me off and walked to his room. Soon after, Tommy went into what I figured was his room. I didn’t know what to do. I was still incredibly horny and wanted Peter to fuck me. I felt confused, lost, and vulnerable. I sat there until the sun finally set. I looked at the clock and it was 10 past 8. I must have been sitting there for a couple hours lost in thought. 

Peter opened his door and turned on the lights to the living room. 

“You’re still here? What the fuck do you want?” He said.

“I…um…can you…please…fuck me?” I replied.

He paused, then took our his phone, snapped a picture of me, and started texting. He was on his phone for a few minutes when he finally looked up and said, “If you want me to fuck you, you gotta earn it.”

“Um, sure,” I said.

“Good. You do what I say, and I let you ride my cock,” Peter said.

“Yessir,” I responded. 

“Follow me. Leave your clothes here, we’re not going far,” he replied.

He walked out of the apartment and I got extremely nervous. I didn’t want to be naked outside. Peter saw my hesitation and said, “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” 

That was all the encouragement I needed. I shuffled to the front door and followed him to unit 510 on the fifth floor. We were greeted by tall, lanky shirtless guy. He had tattoos along his lower abdomen and right pec. He looked pretty trashy, but in a hot way. 

“Not bad, man,” the mystery guy said.

He told us to come in. I followed Peter to the living room. I was told to sit on the ground while Peter sat on the dingy sofa. A part of me was nervous. When I left the house today, I thought I was going to be fucked by Peter, but now Im in some stranger’s house completely naked and yet to be fucked. But my body was still. It was complete cognitive dissonance. My mind was in so much shock that it felt almost blank. 

“Listen boy, if you want me to fuck you then you have to do everything my buddy says. Understand?” Peter said.

I slowly nodded my head. His buddy then walked over and held a glass pipe in front of me. I looked over to Peter, eyes filled with uncertainty and fear. 

“Put your mouth on the pipe and inhale,” Peter commanded. 

I opened my mouth slowly and his buddy put the pipe on my lips. I heard the sound of the lighter, gas emitting and the faint whispers of the flame. I saw white clouds fill the pipe. I inhaled. 

“Hold it,” Peter said. 

I obeyed. 

“Release.” 

I obeyed.

I heard the lighter again. More white clouds. I knew what to do. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Lighter. Cloud. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. My body started to relax. My thoughts racing. I felt so alive. 

2.

My thoughts came back to me and I saw that Tommy was putting on his shoes getting ready to leave. 

“Why can’t I come with you?” I asked

“Peter said I had to come alone or he won’t rent room,” Tommy replied.

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach again. The same one when I saw Andrew with Peter. I don’t know why I felt so helpless. I should have told Tommy to not go and we’ll find a different option. But instead, I stood there paralyzed, like a kid with no voice. I used to be a confident person. I had a lot going for me, and still do. I have a great body from doing CrossFit, I’m tall, and I’m in school to become a Nurse Practitioner. I used to wear all things with pride, but for some reason, I feel less of a man with each Peter encounter. 

Tommy gave me another kiss and left. 

—

Tommy slowly opened the door and entered the apartment. As he scanned the place, he quickly stopped when he saw Peter. He was sitting on a dirty futon naked from the waist down. He was slowly jacking his massive dick with his right hand while he sniffed his left armpit.

“Took you long enough, faggot,” Peter said.

“I…uh…what,” Tommy said.

“What am I doing? What does it look like I’m doing?” Peter replied.

“Should I come back another time?” Tommy asked.

“No, get over here,” Peter demanded.

As if pulled by invisible strings, Tommy slowly walked over to Peter. He had an even better view of Peter’s massive cock. Thick, with one large vein running from his balls up the shaft. And his balls. They were low hanging and massive. Tommy crinkled his nose.

“Yeah you smell that, bitch? The smell of my crotch. Take it in, bitches like you love it,” Peter said.

Tommy remained silent, eyes transfixed on Peter’s cock. 

“Here’s how it’s going to work. If you want to live here, you have to be my cock slave. I get to fuck you whenever I want. I need to get off a lot, so you have  to be ready at any time. I don’t care if you’re at the market. If I text you, then you get your ass back here, bend over, and take my cock. And another thing, I don’t use condoms, so expect to have your cunt flooded with my grade-A spunk, “ Peter said.

He continued, “So what’s it going to be? You want to live here and be my bitch, or you going to go back to that pathetic excuse of a man that you call your boyfriend?” 

Tommy stood there, completely motionless. Peter wagged his cock in Tommy’s direction. It must have given off more of Peter’s manly pheromones because Tommy’s lungs inflated as if he just took a big breath. When he exhaled, any reservation he had also exited his body. In a trance-like fashion, Tommy knelt by Peter and started to grab his dick.

“Not so fast, bitch,” Peter taunted. “I want to hear you say that you want to be my cumdump cock slave.”

“I want…to…be your cumdump,” Tommy stammered. 

But the stammering didn’t seem like it was from hesitation or guilt. Tommy’s whole body was trembling from excitement and lust. 

“You want this cock, bitch? You want my load?” Peter asked.

“Yes, sir…please…s..ir,” Tommy said.

“Sniff my ripe balls,” Peter ordered.

Tommy went straight in and buried himself into Tommy’s ball sack. With each deep inhale, Tommy’s body trembled even harder. He was high on the scent of Peter and his manly presence. 

“Strip,” Peter said.

Without hesitation or taking his face away from Peter’s crotch, Tommy unrobed and was completely naked. Tommy has an amazing body. I tell him all the time that his body and face looks just like my favorite porn star, Calvin from Sean Cody. He’s 5’11 and is incredibly toned with nice pecs. His fair skin stood out next to his deep brunette hair. And there he was completely naked sniffing my mortal enemy’s cock with abandon. 

“Damn, that lil’ fag scored a good one this time,” Peter said. “Get my dick nice and wet, boy.”

Tommy looked up and smiled at Peter. He held the base of the cock with his left hand and ran his right hand over Peter’s body. He started licking from the bottom and made his way to the top. Tommy opened as wide as he could to fit the cock in his mouth. It was tight, but Tommy was determined to get it in. After several tries, Tommy finally got in it, but without warning, Peter held Tommy’s head and jammed his cock into Tommy’s throat. Tommy gagged and pulled off Peter’s cock. His eyes were watering and he was gasping for air. Peter laughed. After a few seconds, Tommy went back to Peter’s cock and started sucking. He kept servicing Peter’s cock for another 10 minutes or so when Peter pulled Tommy off. 

“You ready for me to destroy your hole, boy?” Peter asked.

“Yes…please…please…” Tommy said. His trembling returned. 

“OK, but you need to do one thing first,” Peter said.

“Yes…sir…anything,” Tommy said.

“Look into my iPhone over there and say that you’re in love with me and you regret ever being with your pathetic boyfriend. Tell him that I’m a better man than he is in every way. That no matter how much he works out, everyone can see that he’s a dumb cuck,” Peter demanded.

Without hesitation, Tommy turned to the iPhone that had been recording this entire time and said, “I’m in love with Peter, you dumb fuck. I can’t believe I ever wasted time with you when I could have been with a real man. He has a better cock than you, a better body than you, and he’s going o fuck me better than you ever could. You are a dumb, stupid cuck. I bet you’re going to watch this and jack off to it, you dumb fuck,” Tommy said.

Peter laughed. Tommy was completely his and he looked at the camera with the same smug look he had when Andrew was sucking him off. 

“Hear that, bitch?” Peter said to the camera. 

“Now get on my cock, bitch,” Peter said to Tommy. “You’re going to ride this cock and work for my load.”

Peter leaned back and put his arms behind his head. Tommy straddled Peter. He held Peter’s cock as he slowly descended onto it. He was slow but deliberate. 

Peter grabbed a small brown bottle of what looked like poppers, unscrewed the top, and held in under Tommy’s nose. “Sniff.”

Tommy started inhaling like he did with Peter’s balls. I had never seen Tommy do any type of substance before, but he was sniffing the poppers like a pro. 

Peter counted down from 15 and told Tommy to keep sniffing. Then he told Tommy to hold it in until he couldn’t and then exhale.

Tommy obeyed and when he finally exhaled, his fair skin turned a shade of red. He was high. He started riding Peter’s cock aggressively. Smack smack smack filled the room. After a few minutes, Tommy slowed down. The poppers must have worn off. Tommy slow pace was accompanied by a tender look. He leaned into Peter for a kiss. 

Peter spat on his face and said, “Fags don’t get affection.” 

Instead of being hurt, Tommy kept bouncing on Peter’s cock. He started whispering, “I love you. I love you” to Peter. 

“Louder,” Peter demanded.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” Tommy moaned. His voice was trembling. He was in heaven.

Without warning, I heard a loud splat. Peter just came in Tommy’s ass and it was so big that it spewed out of Tommy’s ass. Tommy kept riding Peter’s cock.

“Feel that warm load inside you boy? My babies swimming inside your pussy. Getting you pregnant with my alpha sperm.” Peter said.

“Yes, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Tommy trembled. 

Peter then flipped Tommy over and started ramming him. Tommy was screaming in pain, but Peter didn’t stop. He kept pounded Tommy was animal force. Tommy’s screams slowly subsided and he was now moaning. Loudly. After a few minutes, Peter screamed and I heard another splat. Peter had just dropped two loads inside Tommy in the span of 10 minutes. It was incredible.

Peter got up, walked to the iPhone, and said, “Have fun jacking off, faggot.”

—

The recording stopped there. My shirt was soaked in sweat. I looked down at the fresh puddle of cum I just shot. I quickly looked off my shirt to lap up the cum. I then swished it around in my mouth and spit it back onto my hand. I was lost in a haze of lust. So this is how Peter got all my exes. The thought slipped away and I spent the rest of the afternoon jacking my cock. 

Note: this story starts off a bit vanilla but will pick up. Enjoy!

1.

Tommy kissed me on the cheeks and assured me I had nothing to worry about. 

“Babe, I love you. I’m just going to check out the room. The rent is too cheap to overlook. Nothing is going to happen,” he said. I would’ve offered Tommy live with me, but my housemate is the landlord. She doesn’t allow people to spend to stay over for more than one night. My lease doesn’t expire for another few months, so we couldn’t get a place together until then. Peter had a spare room at his place and was leasing it on a month-to-month basis. Plus it was $600 cheaper than most places, so it seemed like a good deal (to Tommy at least). 

While Tommy assured me nothing would happen, in my gut I knew that asshole Peter would try to steal Tommy from me. I don’t know what he says or does, but every single one of my past boyfriends have all left me for him. I mean he’s not even hot. He’s barely 5’10 with a growing beer belly. He always wears a stained white tank top that reeks of BO.  Even worse, he walks around with a smug look on his face like he’s hot shit—a faint half smile with eyes that scream, “You’re nothing compared to me, faggot!” 

I’m objectively better looking in every way. I’m 6’1 and do CrossFit 5 times a week. My face is always clean-shaven and my hair always styled. I put effort into looking great, yet despite all this, all my exes seem to think Peter is effortlessly great-looking. 

Like my last boyfriend, Andrew. We met in Anatomy class during my second-to-last semester at UC Santa Barbara. It was a mandatory prerequisite for nursing school. I heard from previous students that it was a bitch, so I was happy when Andrew approached me to be lab partners. We had weekly Friday quizzes that required us to identify regions of a real cadaver, so going in with a study partner meant one extra pair of eyes to analyze the cadaver during the week. Andrew was really cute—5’9,  Asian, toned, and wore these thick-rimmed round glasses that made him look like a nerd. Which was accurate because he was a nerd. So smart, always raised his hands to ask questions in class—deep questions, the type of questions that make the average student think, “What the fuck is this dude asking?” He was also really kind. I struggled more than him, but he always took time to explain things to me. Mid-way through the semester, I kissed Andrew during one of our study sessions, and we never looked back. My relationship with Andrew helped me get over my last relationship. Andrew was just as caring as a boyfriend as he was a study partner. We shared the goals we each had after college and opened up about things from our past that plagued us. Peter being one of them for me. Andrew was disgusted when I told him about Peter, and assured me that guys like him were anomalies. We finished the class; Andrew got an A, and I got an A-. We continued dating for the rest of the school year. I graduated that summer, and Andrew had one year left. It was end of June and we wanted to celebrate our first Pride together. We drove from Santa Barbara to LA for the weekend. You could feel the energy and excitement in the air. Our first night there, we went to the Abbey. It was poppin’. Music was loud, so many hot guys there, some shirtless, some in tight tank tops, but everyone was drunk. Andrew and I did two shots of Fireball, and we were feeling good. We pregamed at our Airbnb beforehand as well. Andrew was grinding on me and I was feeling him up…when I saw him. Peter was there making out with this hot, blonde Twink. He paused briefly when our eyes met and he began to smirk. He looked at Andrew and then back at me, and then mouthed, “Fuck you, faggot.” He went back to his Twink, but that exchange got to me. I was afraid he was going to try to pull something. I was in my head and couldn’t focus on the music. Andrew noticed and turned around to ask me if everything was OK. I said yeah but didn’t want to tell him about Peter. I just wanted to leave and get Andrew as far from Peter as possible. Andrew, however, was having a great time and thought I was sobering up. 

“I’m going to get us more shots,” he said.

“Uh…yeah, ok,” I replied, “lemme come with you.”

“Sure thing, I gotta go pee first,” he said.

We walked to the bathroom and it was a mess. Reeked of piss, stale beer, and littered with toilet paper on the ground. We waited in line for the urinals when a stall opened up. Andrew went in and I took the urinal that opened up. I finished, looked for Andrew, but couldn’t see him. I went outside and waited at the entrance of there bathroom. About 10 minutes passed and I still hadn’t seen him, so I was starting to get worried. I went inside to check the stall he was in, but saw a different pair of shoes underneath. He was no where to be seen. I checked my phone, but it had no signal. I started panicking. I went around the club to look for him. After searching for him throughout the dance floor, I eventually found him at the bar. As I got closer, my heart sank. I saw Peter with his arms around Andrew whispering in his ears. I was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t bring myself any closer. There’s no way Andrew would fall to Peter’s tactics. But he wasn’t pushing him away. Eventually the bartender gave Andrew two shots..and he gave one to Peter! What the fuck is going on!? They took the shot and Peter went back to caressing Andrew’s ears with his words. I don’t know what he said, but Andrew finally cocked his head back and gave Peter a look I had never seen before. Eyes filled with animal lust. Andrew slowly nodded his head, and as if by magic, Peter turned  and looked directly at me. He then took Andrew’s hand and I saw them going to a booth. Peter sat down, spread his legs, and leaned back with his arms behind his head. He didn’t take his eyes off of me once. Then I saw Andrew—my Andrew, the nerdy, kind, loving Andrew—undo Peter’s pants, and fished out his dick. In the club!!  No one around them reacted. They were probably too drunk or high to even care or notice. Peter’s dick sprung out and it smacked Andrew in his face. Even from afar, I could tell it was a nice dick. So fucking thick and big. And his balls were bull’s balls. Andrew went right in and started sucking Peter off. He bobbed his head up and down with ferocity. After a few minutes, Peter slapped Andrew’s face and said something something. Then they both turned and looked in my direction. Peter’s face was cocky and Andrew just looked at me with disgust. Without taking his eyes off of me, Andrew started licking Peter’s shaft again—from the balls all the way to the head. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to leave. This was too much. I called an Uber back to my Airbnb and just cried. I took more shots of the cheap tequila Andrew and I had to drown out everything I was feeling. I eventually passed out and when I awoke in the morning, Andrew still wasn’t back. I checked my phone to see that Andrew had texted me around 4AM. It contained three words. Three words I had been waiting for. That I knew would be coming when I first kissed Andrew. Three words that would follow me forever as long as Peter was in the picture. Three short words: we are through. 

I'm looking for a short story that I encountered on Tumblr about this guy and how all his exes left him for this one guy. His current boyfriend lost his job (?) and the antagonist has a spare room in his apartment and the rent is cheap. He goes to check it out and see how big the dude's balls and dick are and how dominant he is, and ends up leaving his bf.

Much appreciated!