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I greeted Adam in my sweatpants and hoodie, and he was visibly nervous to step inside my kitchen. He wore cream trousers and a striped top and a chunky rucksack strapped on his back. He tentatively muttered, “I am not out just yet. Doing this on the downlow,” so I pulled the blind lower to give us more privacy from anyone on the street. He was vibrating with anticipation and nervousness. I leaned in and kissed him, hard, one hand on the back of head and my other hand on the small of his back. He eagerly kissed back, tilting his head up and I moved to holding him tightly in a hug, his head fitting nicely on my chest, trying to get him to relax. I felt his body soften and melt a bit into my arms. He’s 25, with a scruffy beard and a moustache, fronting being older than he is, but at 5’7” and rounded cheeks, he looks young. I am 6’3” and 50 years old, silver hair and a ‘dad bod’ of someone that does crossfit too. He and I had chatted for a few months - aside from the predictable interest in dad/son role play, he was interested in my other kinks like leather and rubber. He came from a smaller town in the north and was down in London and excited to get to explore a lot more. Prep. Barebacking. Orgies. He wanted to know and hear more. I offered him something to drink but he was eager to get going, so I showed him upstairs. I stripped him down to his jockstrap - which he shyly but proudly showed off. His body was developing a nice thatch of hair on his chest and his skin smooth down to his waist and then a soft downy pelt covered his legs and ass. I took off my clothes and down to my jockstrap, and we got on top of the duvet, and I just held him close. I kissed the top of his head gently and whispered to him, “I’ve got you.” He snuggled into me a bit more. I worked my way down his body, kissing him (nipples wired - check) and sucked his arcing, uncut cock, already dripping with precum in anticipation. I didn’t suck too long as I didn’t want this kid to shoot too soon. I flipped him over and started to eat his delicious hole. His ass was round and covered in a soft layer of hair. It had the sweet tang of sweat - he had done a good job of prepping as I had told him I went deep. I took a break and growled, “you have a beautiful hole. It tastes so good.” and went back to eating him out. He moaned and opened for me so I could get my tongue in deeper. We swapped, and I lay on my back and he pulled my hard cock out of my jockstrap. He saw that I had put on a ball weight and he said, “ooh that’s a bit kinky!” He dutifully went to sucking my cock, and tried to fit my cock in his mouth. It’s a challenging one for anyone to get in - it’s very wide, very thick, gets very hard and is very straight. The combination means that for most people (including him) you can’t get more than half in before it starts to hit teeth. But he used his hands and kept bobbing up and down, gently and a little timidly, but I could see the spark of pig in his eyes. He bobbed up and down on the head and a bit of the shaft, staring at me in the eyes as I rubbed the back of his head. “Good boy. You’re doing a very good job.” He pulled off and smiled and then went back down. Cock sucking is my appetiser; fucking is my entree and I was hungry. I had him straddle me and ran my cock along his crack, working his pecs, as he ground around on my hips. “I want to be inside you. Do you want that?” He nodded. I had promised him in our chats leading up to this that I would use a condom and got out one and put it on my cock. I rarely keep a condom on but have taken to starting with one, to ‘test the waters’ as it were, as a lot of bottoms aren’t quite prepared for me to go to that second ring. I suggested we start on all fours and he happily got up in doggie style and I lubed him up with one finger. His hole was warm and tight and his hole ate up my finger, clenching and opening, taking it deeper inside with each cycle. He moaned with pleasure as it slid inside. A bit more lube and a second finger, and more of his hungry hole eating my fingers. I pulled out and placed my rubbered cock at the hole and put a little bit of pressure there. He asked for some poppers and I handed him a bottle from beside the bed. He huffed a few times and slowly backed up. Half way in and I pulled out to put more lube on to help him get it fully inside. If I was hungry, he was starving. He opened up, his hole taking me inside. I’m long - 9” or so, and he kept pushing until he hit that second ring. I caressed his back and let him get used to it. “That’s it.” I leaned over and whispered into his ear, “I can tell you are a pig. You want this.” He quickly and instinctively replied, “I don’t know what you mean!” but I felt his hole twitch around my cock. He opened up and I kept fucking him a bit. Another hit of poppers and I was able to get to that full depth. He moaned happily. I started really fucking him, getting that satisfying slap, slap, slap as his ass jiggled as my hips pressed up against him. I pulled out to make sure the condom was still clean and all good and kept fucking him. I paused, still inside him and checked in, “How are you doing?” His answer was to fuck himself on my cock, pushing his hips back against mine, again and again. I reached around and felt his raging hard on. He was loving this. I pulled out and turned him around. I said, “I want to try something a bit kinky. I promise I’ll keep the condom on the whole time.” He cocked his head at the second part, “Why would you say that? Of course you’re going to.” I stood up and pulled out four restraints I had waiting nearby, one for each limb. I stood him up and could see the mix of excitement and nervousness on his face.” “Uh.. I’m not…” I firmly but carefully put leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists moving swiftly. He dutifully offered his body up for the restraints, his cock reaching skyward. With him standing there, I pulled back the duvet, revealing the rubberised sheets and pulled out some pillows covered in the same material. I placed one pillow by the headboard and another in the middle of the bed and directed him to lay on his back. “Uh, I don’t know about this. This is some pretty kinky shit.” “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Do you want me to stop?” He paused and thought. Then he got on the bed and did as instructed. Before he could change his mind, I fastened his right wrist to his right ankle and the same on his left, which left his ass open and exposed. “Are you comfortable? Is this okay?” “Yeah, it’s good” “Good. Glad to hear it. I’m going to go get changed - I’ll be right back.” “What?!” But I pulled a leather blindfold out and put it over his head. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it off when I am back.” “Hey, I am not sure about this….” But I had left the room already and went into the spare room and changed into my leather chaps, boots, vest and lastly a black demon mask with large curling horns that left my mouth exposed. And then I got out my special treat for him: a small glass jar of frozen loads, still frosty. I came back in to the room and changed the music to a deep rumbling chanting track, droning and hypnotic. I peeled the condom off my cock. I took off the blindfold and he blinked and then looked at me with alarm. “What the fuck?!” and struggled against the restraints. “I know you’re a pig. I can feel it radiating from you.” I reached down to his cock. It leaked precum from its rock hard tip. “You’re a freak!” he thrashed. “You’re a fucking [banned word]!” “And you fucking love it.” I put my slick finger up against his cunt. It did what I knew it would. He was still hungry for me and his hole opened as he rocked his hips onto my finger. I kissed him and pushed my finger deeper in, his hole back to this clench-open-clench-open way of bringing me deeper inside. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” I whispered into his ear. He stopped squirming. I had one more surprise for him - I pulled out a Halloween rubber mask of a pig’s head. He looked at it shocked and nervously said “What the fuck?!” but I ignored him and slipped it over his head, fixing the eye holes so he could see clearly. I held his head, pressing my raw cock against his ass, staring at him in the eyes. I leaned back so he could see me fully. I rubbed my raw cock against his hole and he quickly resumed fighting me, but with his hands connected to his feet, he had no leverage. “Hey, you said you’d wear a condom!” “Oh yeah, I will. Have you ever heard of a ‘Devil’s dick’? It’s when you take loads of various guys and freeze them together. And get fucked by them. These are a few loads that I found in condoms in bins at the sauna this weekend and I brought them home for you.” I held out the glass jar, which by this time, the outside edge of the cumsicle had thawed. I thumped the jar against my hand hard, and heard the delicious schlop sound of the wet cum move in the jar, still not completely out. I reached down to the bed and pulled out another condom. This one, however, I had specially prepared with a needle, poking through sealed packet in the center several times with tiny holes. I opened the wrapper and held it out for him. I dumped the frozen loads into the tip of the condom and then proceeded to roll it down my cock. The loads were already getting softer and slushy. “You’re a pervert! No, no!” at this point, he struggled a bit but with his wrists bound to his ankles, there wasn’t really any place for him to go. He kept wriggling and resisting. I said, “The condom will stay on. This is special lube for me - I don’t like condoms and it’s nice to have cum as lube inside.” Getting inside him was tougher than I expected - the loads shifted aside as I pushed my dick in against his hole. He was too tight. I took the bottle of poppers and said, “I’m going to exhale into you, my pig.” and took a very long huff and pulled up his mask to expose his lips. He was a good boy and exhaled and pushed my poppered breath into him. I shut his mouth and pulled the mask back down. With my finger, I pushed the condom tip with the now-thawed loads into his hole a bit first and then pushed in. He moaned, letting the poppers escape his mouth, inside the pig mask. I started to fuck him, and felt the condom slowly drain out the tip through the tiny holes. I knew the condom wouldn’t hold on forever though. I leaned over and told him, “You have two choices - I can either fuck you gently or rough. If I fuck you rough, I think the condom will break and all those loads will be inside you. But in order for me to fuck you gently, I need to hear you say ‘Hail Dark One.’” “Fuck no!” he said as he squirmed. “He’s not what you think. I don’t believe that there is a literal devil, but I believe that he represents the lusts and appetites that the straight, conservative world rejects. Embrace the Devil and you embrace the dark impulses. I think you want all of this.” I touched his cock which almost vibrated it was so hard. “Hail Dark One.” I said and took a hit of poppers. “Fuck you, [banned word]!” I took that as my cue to fuck him deep and hard. He grunted as I hit that spot deep inside. I kept ramming it in, every once in a while, I would pull out and inspect the condom and report to him “yep, still intact” and go back to pounding him. I could feel with each thrust more and more of the cum in the tip was going inside. I reached down and touched his cock. It was very hard. There was a small pool of precum on his belly. “Say it.” “uh. hail Dark One” he said meekly. “There you go.” as I lessened my thrusts. “Again.” “Hail Dark One!” he said a bit louder. I held his cock in my hand, sliding his foreskin over his slick cock head. “Grunt for me pig. Oink.” “No!” he started to struggle and I put my weight on him and pushed all the way in. “Come on piggie” I growled in his ear and I waited. oink. Oink, oink - he did a surprisingly good job sounding like a piggie. I pulled up his mask and put the bottle of poppers under his nose and he huffed like a pro. Pulled the mask down and he oinked without being asked. I kept fucking him and pulling the based of the condom back with my left hand until I felt the satisfying snap of it finally giving up the ghost and the final dregs of the frozen loads were inside of him. “Do you want me to cum inside you? Really cum inside?” He nodded. “Hail Dark One” “Hail Dark One” he replied and took me inside, balls deep, no resistance. That was enough for me to finally breed the boy and I shuddered and collapsed on top. My cock pulsed, my demonic seed pushing into his grasping hole. I pulled off and examined his ass - a cummy smeared delight. I unshackled him and pulled off the pig mask. His face glowed with an eager hunger. I pulled the broken condom off my cock and he greedily took it and put it in his mouth sucking all the cum off of it. His eyes rolled back in his head as he opened his mouth, exploring it with his tongue. He let it fall to the pillow and then climbed down to my cock and was able to get it it’s now-softening length all the way into his mouth. He jerked off but took breaks to push finger his hole and scoop the cum into his mouth. He wanted to taste it all. I grabbed his still rock-hard cock with one hand and his balls with the other. “Welcome to the brotherhood. In your balls is your last pure load. And it’s mine.” I took off the cuffs and dressed him in a leather jock and leather bar vest. I lubed up my hole and his cock and lay on my back. He fingered me open with a surprising expertise and guided his cock inside me. I worked his nipples, staring at him in the eyes, repeating “Hail Dark One.” he dutifully replied the same, and I could see his face transforming with each thrust and each utterance - a burning twinkle in his eyes. His jaw lowered and pulled back in a grimace, bearing his teeth, as he came, and I felt his cock spasm inside me. I had him straddle my face as I licked his cock clean. I worked my cock, tasting his delicious cock and last dregs of cum. I came again jerking off with him above me chanting “Hail Dark One” along with the droning music. I love getting that last load, before they’re a solider for Him. He soon was hard again, sucking my cock while grinding his hardon against my leather boot. He crawled up and I fingered his hole, that deliciously sloppy noise of a well-fucked, well-bred hole. I locked eyes with him and said “Hail Dark One” and he said the same and his eyes rolled back in his head, and shot his load on my arm, as my hand reached back up inside his twitching, slick, hungry hole. Welcome to the brotherhood Damon.

Love it. eager for more chapters.

Another guy has recently reached out to help organise more of these get togethers. if folks want to DM me pics / info about their interests (or just post here) I can help organise to link up folks of similar interests or limits.

Very hot - loved it when the incubus came in him. 😈

Anyone know which Treasure Island film this clip is from? [think before following links] https://at.tumblr.com/hotterdamn/704924260214472704/1eh9ioqvxrv8

(If any one is curious, DM me to chat more)

The Tom v2 seems ideal. Would be good to understand the weights a bit more and how that works.

I was looking around to see if there are other guys around London up for occult or other ritual play. I'll arrange it / plan it. Have one guy who's keen to be the 'sacrifice' but looking around for others too.

Yeah, but it's the keeping it secure / stationary (e.g the surface needs to be heavy or fixed) and having good support for positions with your body. For example, a wall is tricky because you can't put your feet behind the wall... Being able to draw pictures would help 😉

Getting into playing with a slightly bigger toy and I haven't found a great base for suction cups. Tips are appreciated.

I have been looking for a few videos by a rough Spanish-speaking daddy (kind of a 'working class' kind of attitude) who rough bred some more fem/twink bottoms. I _think_ there might have been some stealthing / c2bb action but not 100% sure. I can't find them but I think most of them were on the Xtube site back in the day.

I already miss Backstreet. Where are my leather / fetish pigs going now?

A guy I have been chatting with on Scruff for years (the timings just have never worked out) was available for a 'drive by' blow job during the lunch hour. I had asked him if fucking was an option and he said he didn't have time. He was right on time and after a "hey" we got to making out and then I led him upstairs. I was in sweatpants (no underwear - helps to show off my cock - see profile pic) and a t-shirt, and he was wearing a hoodie, t-shirt and jeans. After only about a minute, I pushed him to his knees. And he promptly pulled down the sweatpants and got to work. He was good at his job and in no time it was thick and rigid... Which made it a bit hard for him to blow me as it's so wide and straight, it often scrapes teeth. He took off his hoodie and his t-shirt came with it. He had pleasantly tanned skin with a bit of patchy chest hair. He plays football (aka soccer) and is in his mid 30s so he has that 'sturdy lad' body of someone who's been playing sports for a long time. I moved him to the bed on his back and had him lay his head off the edge to see if I could get a better face fuck angle to avoid the teeth, but only a marginal improvement. So he went back on his knees and went to town... after a while I was leaking a bit of pre cum and milked it out for him. He loved that and it energised his attention. Eventually we moved to the bed and I took off my shirt and he took off his jeans and underwear. I lay on my back and he got between my legs to continue to work the shaft with his mouth. I could have cum like that, so I pulled him up to make out for a bit before shooting. He took the opportunity to straddle my waist and rub my cock along his crack. He got arched forward and raised his hips up and he let my cock slide forward just enough so it stopped at his hole. He winked his hole and my cock sunk in a millimetre. He wiggled his ass, working just the very tip of my cock against his hole. We stared at each other, locking eyes and the hunger was real. He was slowly working it ever so slowly into his hole, not going farther than 4 or 5 mm. But he broke off and continued to suck me getting it wet with spit. But I was hoping I could get a little more. I pulled him up again and started to make out a bit more. I paused for a moment and sloppily licked my hand and I reached back and coated his hole with my spit. I pushed his hips back and he was able to 'pick up' my dick with his ass (no hands - I've only met one other guy that can do that) and started to work the tip again against his hole again. He stared at me and then he shut his eyes. He pushed his hips down a bit more, going almost a couple centimetres in and I could see how good it felt for him. I could see how much he fucking needed this cock. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I pulled his hips down slightly and his hole opened up a little more. And that was it - I started to properly fuck him. "Yeah, this is what you really needed, isn't it?" He silently nods and continues to ride me, gripping my cock. His cock was rock hard. He rode me hard and enthusiastically and after a few minutes he came just with me fucking him, shooting over my chest. I asked him where he wanted me to cum and he said "there's only one place." I gripped his hips and fucked him, while his hole worked my shaft. A couple minutes later, I came, spasming my seed up his arse. I could feel his ass squeezing and milking me. I pulled out - no mess, miraculously. He hopped in the shower (he was going into the office after) and sent him on his way. It's a been a while since something like that happened.

AGREED.

Def agree - hot - you should continue.

Looking forward to the next chapter 😈

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

So glad for another chapter. Still one of my all time favourites.

great story; looking forward to more material.