nicktheslut

The next few weeks were horrible for me. I drank a lot more. Snorted an obscene amount of Coke, barely shaved and was going days not leaving my apartment. My boss noticed a change in my behaviour and, having recently learnt that my wife had left, he encouraged me to take long service leave. I was fucked up, but the one thing that I always remained focused on was the footy game. It was early season, and we had already won the first two rounds. There was no fucking about. We were in fine form last season, but lost the grand finale. Not this year. I was on the boy’s back at every moment. Training was abusive, I pushed them to the extreme, and when I saw one of them falling behind, I was given a god spray. Particularly, the team captain, a young fit lad, a league ahead of the rest; however, I notice a slight shift in him. Coming to the training a little late, not performing at his peak. In this one particular training session, I noticed him fumbling with the ball too many times. I tried to be a bit tougher on him. Locker rooms were the norm. The lads would be larrikins, occasionally whacking a team mate on the arse with a towel. A bit of name-calling, like homo, or fag, and playing pranks on each other. The usual boy locker room shit. The boys had gotten changed and left, and I went to do my usual wank in the shower. I stripped, threw a towel over my shoulder, and didn’t bother wrapping it around my waist, knowing I was on my own and headed for the showers. Only this time, when I walked over, I found the team captain crouched down against the tiled wall, water spraying over his toned, muscular body, head between his knees, crying. I quickly wrapped the towel around my waist. I stood there for a moment, admiring the light bouncing off his pale, wet skin, highlighting every tone and curve of his fit body. I quickly shook my head, reminding myself to stop having gay thoughts. The lad is clearly distressed. ‘Scout. You ok?’ He quickly lifted his head. Bloodshot eyes looked straight at me. I sensed for a moment he had forgotten where he was. He swiftly pushed himself off the shower floor, trying to hide his rather long cock. I shook my head again to stop myself from staring. He grabbed his towel from the rack and hurriedly wrapped it around his waist. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Oh, um. Yes, coach.’ ‘You’re crying.’ ‘No, no. I’m good.’ I walked up to him. I started to wonder if I was pushing him too hard on the footy field. ‘Scout. Seriously, mate. You can have a chinwag with me. Was I pushin' you too hard out there on the field tonight?’ ‘Nah, all good, coach… I’m gonna go get changed now.’ He headed off, but hesitated for a moment. That night, sleep eluded me. My thoughts kept returning to Scout. The boy was clearly troubled, and I couldn't help but dwell on the possible reasons behind his distress. My mind then subtly shifted to thoughts of his physique—his body’s compelling outline. I fought to dismiss the images, yet my concern for him remained, craving to comfort him, to reassure him that all would be well. I’ve always held a soft spot for Scout, having appointed him captain of the team, seeing him as a beacon for the others. A promising future seemed to lie ahead for him, and I was determined to support him in every way. Perhaps that was also why I was a little harder on him than on the others. Suddenly, my thoughts drifted to the smooth, well-shaped curve of his arse, the gentle dimples catching the faint light on each cheek. This time, I didn’t push the thought away. I let the thought roll around in my head, slow and dangerous. My cock answered before I did, stiff and insistent. I wrapped my hand around it and started to jerk it, caught in the image of him like a snag on a barbie you can’t stop thinking about. His long cock hung heavy between his legs, framed by soft, sandy-blonde pubes, still damp, curling up towards his belly button as they belong there. His abs told a story of years of punishment and discipline; his nipples were hard against a chest carved sharp and sure. I couldn’t hold back. I pumped myself harder, chasing that familiar edge, body tightening, breath shallow. Then it hit, everything draining out of me in thick, relentless squirts, my cock emptying itself without mercy. Cum splattered the sheets, one pulse after another, until they were soaked through. I sleep naked, always have. That night, I didn’t bother with clean-up and shame. I stayed there, spent and sticky, cocooned in the mess, and let sleep take me as I was. The next coaching session was like clockwork. Hard, brutal, no shortcuts. I drove the lads to the edge, then nudged them past it. Pushed the boys to their limit. We had a final to win, and I wasn’t about to let it piss away because someone went soft. Scout was off his game, still not firing at full throttle. I eased up on him a tough, pretended it was tactical, not instinctive. Took every scrap of discipline I had not to let my head wander where it didn’t belong. Something in me was shifting, and I didn’t like it. I’m not a fag. I’m into women. So why was my mind suddenly rerouting itself? Throwing images I hadn’t ordered? I tried to wrestle control back by thinking of the fact that I let men fuck my wife, filling her up with their cum. Her arse tight. Her mouth open. Cum spilling where it shouldn’t. Even that felt off, like my brain was testing boundaries just to see which ones would crack. Then a hand landed on my shoulder. I jumped like I had been shot. ‘Evening, Coach.’ It was Scout’s old man. ‘Fuck – Jesus Christ.’ I snapped. ‘Nearly gave me a heart attack.’ He laughed ‘Sorry mate. You looked miles away. I thought I’d better announce myself. How’s the training session?’ Just another night on the field. Same drills. Same pressure. Same secrets sitting heavy under the surface, waiting for their moment to break through. I was still a little startled. My mind was thinking about sloppy cunts and wet cocks. My cock was pressing against my gym shorts. I had no doubt he could see it. I quickly shook the thoughts away and focused on Scout’s dad. I had to break the silence. ‘Good. The boys are ready to take the win. Your son, though. Something is up there.’ ‘Yeah. Well. That’s why I am here.’ Fuck! Did Scout tell his dad about what happened in the showers? I wondered. ‘He mentioned you’ve been giving him a bit more stick than usual.’ ‘Yeah, fair enough. Sorry, mate. I’m just keen to score the win.’ ‘No worries. He’s on the same page. But he’s going through a rough patch, I reckon. Not sure what’s up—maybe an identity thing, I suppose.’ ‘Righto. Makes sense, I guess. Pressure’s heaps—last year at school, gotta come out on top, thinking about the future.’ ‘And the girls, too,’ I laughed. ‘Oh yeah. Girls. The biggest young man problem of them all.’ ‘Haha. Yeah. Tell me about it. Scout just broke up with his girlfriend.’ ‘I didn’t know he had one.’ ‘Yeah. He did. And he called it off. But I think it has messed with him.’ I turned to watch the boys as they did their pass-and-dodge circuit. The balls slipped through Scout’s hands, but he quickly recovered and hand-balled them to the next lad. ‘Anyway, I just wanted to see if you’re keen to come over to ours tonight. We can have a chat, talk it through, and come up with some solid ways to support Scout.’ I thought about it for a while. It wasn’t like I had much to do. I was going to rack up some lines, chuck music on and drink a few scotches, watch gangbanging porn until passing out on the couch. The usual midweek evening I would have. ‘Yeah. Sure. Why not.’ The night settled in easily, warm and smoky. Scout’s dad fired up the barbie, the smell of meat and char drifting through the yard like a promise. Scout himself vanished upstairs early, holed up in his room, while his dad, his wife, and I parked ourselves around the fire pit with beers in hand. The flames did most of the talking at first. We chatted about Scout, how he was going, what he needed to sharpen up, then the spotlight drifted onto me. My footy days. The rise, the fall, the bit everyone pretended not to be curious about. By then, I was a few beers past cautious and sliding comfortably into honest. Maybe too honest. They learned a little when I spoke, eyes bright in that way that says go on. I did. The night dragged on. Quiet crept in. I clocked the house and noticed Scout’s bedroom light was out; he must’ve gone to bed. Just us and the fire now, embers popping, bottles clinking. While I was mid-story, Scout’s dad’s wife shifted and settled herself onto his lap, casual as anything. His arm wrapped around her, missing a beat as he kept talking, telling me about his work with the federal police, voice steady, authoritative. The flames danced. The beer buzzed. Something about the closeness, the ease of it, made the air feel thicker. I listened, nodded along, but part of me was elsewhere, watching, registering, filing things away I didn’t quite know what to do with yet. ‘You must see some proper cooked stuff in your line of work.’ He gave a short laugh, took a pull from his beer. ‘You’ve got no idea.’ As he spoke, his hand slipped to the small of his wife’s back. Familiar, proprietary. Too familiar. I clocked it, pretended I didn’t. He kept talking, Global crime syndicate, long nights, things you don’t write down, but my attention was snagged on the way her breath changed, the way she leaned back into him like it was muscle memory. His hand was deep in there. If I didn’t know any better, he was fingering her. Then she looked straight at me. ‘Does this make you uncomfortable?’ She asked lightly. I nearly choke on my drink. ‘Sorry – what?’ She smiled. Not apologetic. Curious. ‘Do you like watching my husband finger me?’ Before I could scramble for a response, he cut in, calm as anything. ‘We know your history. We’re not exactly the beige curtains, white picket fence types.’ We sat and chatted a little more about Scout and football, while Scout’s father fingered his wife while she sat on his lap. I was getting aroused and had to adjust my hard-on a few times. I tried to be subtle, but as the chat went on, I made it obvious my cock was throbbing. The flames in the charcoal turned to a simmer, and the night started to get cold. Scout’s mother made an excuse about needing to wash some dishes and made her way inside. Eventually, she stood. ‘I might head inside, dishes won’t do themselves.’ He nodded. Then looked at me, ‘Scotch?’ Inside the house, it felt quieter. Thicker. He disappeared toward the kitchen. I sat on the couch. She reappeared naked except for a pair of heels, as if this had already been decided. ‘We’re all adults.’ She said softly. ‘Scout’s asleep. Or busy. Either way, this isn’t about him.’ She stepped closer, between my knees, close enough that I had to look up at her. She grabbed my tee and lifted it over my head. ‘Lean back.’ I did, and she grabbed the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing jocks, my cock flung straight up. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, being careful not to scratch me with her long red nails, then moved her mouth over my cock. She is clearly a pro at sucking cock; she was going deep the moment my cock was in her mouth. I’m not much for oral. I am a pussy guy, but I wasn’t going to complain. She sucked my cock for a while. Making it nice and slick. I was caught up in the moment for a brief moment before I realized her husband could walk in at any time. ‘Are you sure this is ok?’ She stopped sucking my cock, which was now slick with her saliva and looked at me for a second, then stood up and stepped over me. Her slit was barely a metre away from my face. Smooth with a little bit of pube just at the top. She was nice and tucked. I prefer a tucked cunt. I thought she was going to make me eat her out. Which I would have been fine to do, but then she lowered herself on my cock and slid down to the base. ‘Argh! Fuck yeah,’ I moaned. She moved with purpose as she fuck herself on my shaft. I dug my hands into her perky arse, a solid grip, guiding her like I owned the moment. I was getting lost in our fuck. She rode it hard, desperate, every moment sending sparks straight up my spine. Her breathing broke apart, little sounds slipped out that she didn’t bother to stop. She folded forward, pressing her head into my shoulder, clinging to me like I was the only thing holdeing her together. And then the air changed. I felt him before I saw him, heat at my back, a presence that sucked the oxygen out of the room. Scout’s dad stood behind us, naked, unapologetically pulling on his thick, long cock the size of a salami. Eyes locked on mine. There was something feral in the look, something final. He stepped in close. She grasped, body arching instinctively, knowing exactly what was coming and wanted it. He took hold of her hips, rough and certain, pulling her back against his cock. The force of it drove a sound out of her that went straight through me, raw, wrecked, needy. His cock was balls deep inside his wife’s arse. I held her steady as he took over the pace. Her body caught between us, pushed and pulled, completely undone. The room filled with breath and skin and the sound of losing control. I wasn’t thinking anymore. None of us were. She moaned in uncontrollable, animalistic pleasure. Scout had to have heard her. Scout’s dad fucked hard, unforgivingly, with one mission. It was too much for me. I had to stop thrusting to control myself from orgasming, but the feeling of his cock pumping through the walls of her pussy, massaging my cock with every one of his thrusting motions, was all too stimulating for me. ‘I’m gonna cum. Fuck! Yeah, I’m cumming!’ My loud cries echoed off the walls. My cock pulsated as shot after shot of my spunk filled her cunt. Scout’s dad did not stop. Rather, he picked up the pace and fucked harder. ‘I’m about to join you. Fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum in your arse, honey.’ His pumps shorten. ‘Fuckkk!!!! Yeah. Take daddy’s fucking load.’ I could feel his cock through the walls of her cunt pulse as he shot his load in her. It went on for what felt like an eternity. And we held our position for a while longer. Scout’s dad pulled out. I was so turned on, I was still hard, I lifted her off my cock, a trickle of cum dripped over my stomach. She stayed on the couch, bent over. I leaned forward to see her arse poking into the air, dripping with cum simultaneously with her used pussy. They mentioned they knew what I was into, so I didn’t even bother to look at Scout’s dad to get permission, got behind her, my hairy arse sticking in the air, I planted my mouth over her arse hole and started sucking away to eat all of his cum out of her puffy arse. While I sucked and tongued her arse hole, I used my finger to work my cum into her pussy, occasionally going down to it and sucking it like a lollypop. This will be the last part of this story in this chat. You will find the continuation in the Gay Bareback Chem Fiction chat. Let me know what you think and what happens next.

Sorry everyone. I got in trouble for posting this story in the wrong chat. Thank you to those who have made. barebackbro thank you for the pick up. I'm an Essendon supporter and I should know that a Brownlow is an award for AFL. Let's go with it. Anyway, the story continues. Let me know what you think and what you think happens next. She sensed that I just was not into it and remembered what I am now renowned for. Eating cum from pussy. So, she set up the whole thing. Our sexual life took a hot turn. We would go to bars and check out men. She would insist that I pick out the guys. At first, I thought it was unnerving. Checking out guys is gay. I’m not gay. It was the sight of a dripping wet pussy that got me off. Occasionally, my mind went to the vision of a glistening cock, but I would shake the thought away. But she insisted, so I was soon checking out guys. I would select the guy, and she would make her flirty move on him. Soon enough, she would be in the toilets getting railed. We would head home for me fuck her cummy cunt. At first, I would pick good-looking fellas. Tall, very fit, and modal material types. Eventually, we would be more upfront about what we are doing and found that there was significant interest. One guy called it cuckold. I didn’t know it was a term. The random guys would fuck and use my wife while I would watch. Then, when they unload in her, I would take sloppy seconds. Sometimes the guys would stay and watch. Other times, they would leave while I bathed in the cummy mess. Over time, my selection of men started to change. Yeah, I would go for the hottest guy in the room, but something started to change. I found myself looking for particular types. Burley types, real masculine, high testosterone guys pushing on the side of aggressive and unforgiving. I felt a tingle. But I would shake it off and tell myself it is the game my wife and I are playing, that’s all. One particular night, I chose the large, lumberjack-type guy. We were in a seedy pub. I found that that’s where we get the best type of men. He didn’t give much away. Seemed expressionless, unimpressed. A dirt-unshaven beard, and looked as though he had just finished work and went straight out for Friday beers with his boys, judging by his dirty jeans and stained shirt. I guessed a diesel fitter. We decided to book a hotel instead of heading to our penthouse. He would meet us there. My wife got herself ready by stripping down to her sexy lingerie. I set up the mood lighting and went to grab a few drinks from the minibar. But realised they had none. I took off to buy some booze. It took me a little longer than I had hoped because I wasn’t familiar with that area of Melbourne. When I finally returned, I could hear moaning and thumping from our room. I swiped the card and walked in. The lumberjack was her, and he was already deep inside my wife. But he wasn’t alone; he brought with him his four buddies from the bar. These guys were large men, just as rough-looking and varied in age from mid-30s to around my age, 50s. The youngest fella noticed me standing there, stunned. ‘Her old man is back.’ He pointed out to the rest of the guys, who had their attention on their mate, fucking my wife hard. To my surprise, my wife had no concern. He moaned while her leg flapped around with every thrust from the lumberjack. I was rock hard. My jocks strained my cock. I had to pull it out. I put the booze down on the side bench and noticed a plate with lines raked up. Fuck! I knew straight away that these fellas meant to party. ‘Help yourself.’ The older guy said, pulling his t-shirt off to reveal a fully tattooed, slightly out-of-shape, but bulky body. I went straight to the coke and sniffed two lines. By this stage, all the men were undressed. My wife moaned really loudly. ‘Yeah, cum for me bitch.’ He picked up his pace. I could tell she was cumming by the way her body shivered. I have never had her cum for me. ‘Argh! Yeah, oh yeah. I’m cumming!' She squealed. The lumberjack did not hold up. He kept fucking her hard. I could hear the wet, splashy sounds coming from the penetration. She began to settle, but he kept powering through. I looked at her, and I could tell she was spent. But it was clear that he was not done, and there were still four other blokes to have their way with her. I saw one of the blokes grab a bottle of Coca-Cola I'd bought as a mixer for the scotch I'd bought. He poured a glass, and I saw him pour another liquid into it. He walked over to my wife, and the lumberjack stopped for a moment. ‘Here, drink this. It will help you relax and get really into it.’ She looked at me, and I gave her the ‘Do as you want’ look in return. She drank it. ‘Good girl.’ Said another bloke. ‘Tonight, you are in for a ride.’ ‘You are gonna get a lot of cock.’ The older guy followed. The lumberjack began to fuck her. He kept at a slow pace and watched until he saw the effect of what they gave her kick in. I could sense that she was high on whatever they gave her, and the lumberjack picked up the pace again. By this stage, I was naked on the couch, jerking off at the show. The rest of the blokes were circled around the bed. My wife, in the middle, getting railed by the massive bloke. I could see what was going on through the gap of two hairy thighs. The lumberjack’s hairy arse is pumping up and down hard and fast. His pace started to shorten and become a little erratic. ‘None of us pulls out. I hope you are on birth control.’ The lumberjack groaned, ‘Because I’m about to blow.’ He barely finished his sentence, and he began to cum. ‘ARGH! I’m cumming.’ He held her tight. Cock deep inside her as his body shivered and shook. He seemed to unload in her for a long time. ‘He is a heavy cummer.’ One of the blokes said, ‘I’m next.’ The lumberjack slowly pulled out, and that’s when I got to see his cock for the first time. It was thick and veny… And wet with her juices and his cum. I jacked off hard, my tongue hanging out, drooling from the mouth. ‘Look at her husband.’ The older man laughed, ‘He’s fucking getting off on it.’ ‘He looks like a starving animal.’ I was, and I couldn’t hold off any longer and just unloaded all over my stomach and hairy chest. I felt all my energy being pulled through my cock and into my ejaculation. I had not blown a load like that in ages. I was drenched in my own cum. By this stage, one of the other men was in position and pushed his long cock into my wife and fucked hard from the get-go. She was wet, open, and he knew she could take it. The night went on like this while I sat back and watched. I did not fuck her that night. The men kept giving her what I learnt to be G., and while they did fuck and use her, I was surprised by the respect they had. Occasionally, they would check in on her. She was in heaven and willing to let them do as they pleased. I never saw her get so relaxed and slutty horny like that with me. She was a completely different person. So they kept using her like a whore, and she loved every bit of it. I sat back, drenched in my own cum. Some of it was on my collarbone, and I don’t know what came over me, but I scooped it up and ate it. ‘Oh, look, guys. He’s a fucking cum eater.’ The men laughed at me. It must have been 4 am by the time the fucking mellowed down. I had so many lines of coke, I was practically tweaking. The blokes were chilling out and admired my wife’s sloppy cunt. I crawled towards her on all fours. ‘Fuck boys. Look at this.’ I got between her legs on my hands and knees. My hairy arse in the air. I planted my face in her cunt and ate away. She moaned as I sucked and chewed and licked at her sloppy, used pussy. I don’t know how long I was down there for, but when I lifted my face up for air, I noticed that the blokes had all bailed. The next few months had a shift in the air. My wife was quiet. Distant. We didn’t argue, but I could tell that there was tension in the air. Wondered if I crossed the line by allowing five men to gangbang her. We didn’t have sex, and I was reduced to pulling my dick in the shower. The feeling was just not the same. I focused my time and energy on work and coaching the high school footy team. It was mid-season, and my team was in peak form, having only lost one game at the beginning of the season. I would push them. Give them the no bullshit treatment. Heavy sprays when I was not happy with their performance, but good recognition when they outdid themselves. They were a good bunch of boys. I noticed that something in me changed, though. I never look at guys sexually. Men were just lads in my view. But since picking out guys to fuck my wife, it opened up a side of my mind, thoughts and feelings I did not know I had. At first, I would push them aside the moment they surfaced, but over time, they grew a little more tense and stuck around longer. I was looking at guys sexually, and it fucked with my mind. I was drinking a lot more and on Coke every weekend. My wife noticed. I knew I had a problem when I found myself checking out the footy team. They were all seniors, aged 18. But still. I knew it was not right for me, being a 52-year-old, looking at these young 18-year-old lads. It took a lot of mental energy to keep my eyes away from the perky peach bums as they hit the showers or watched them dry off. I had to make an effort to keep myself out of the locker room. Once they all got changed and left, I would hit the shower and jerk off to get it out of my system. One time, after the lads had left and I was in the shower, I had my head leaning against the tiled wall, hot water spraying across my solid hairy shoulders and back, fist wrapped around my hard cock, pumping away hard and just as I was cumming, I heard a sound near the lockers. I lifted my head as I swung around, cum shooting everywhere, just to see who or what was making that noise, but there was no one there. I resigned to the thought that it was just in my mind. That night, I got home to find my wife sitting on the large marble kitchen bench, an overnight bag next to her. ‘Going somewhere?’ She looked up at me. ‘I’m pregnant.’ My mind raced. I got her pregnant? I thought a little harder. It has been nearly five months since I fucked her. It is possible. Maybe. Then I realised. She was not pregnant by me, but by one of the five guys who gangbanged her a couple of months ago. ‘Oh shit. Honey… Um, I don’t know what to say.’ ‘You know who got me pregnant.’ It wasn’t a question. ‘It must have happened from the unplanned gangbang.’ She was silent for a moment. ‘Honey?’ ‘Did you get their names and numbers. Anything?’ ‘No. I didn’t. I didn’t think we would need to. I didn’t think we would see them again.’ ‘So we know nothing about who they are or where they are from.’ ‘I know nothing, honey. I wasn’t really thinking straight. I was lost in the moment.’ She was silent for a moment again. ‘So what are you going to do? You’re not going to keep it, are you?’ ‘I knew you were going to ask me that. And yes. I’m keeping it.’ ‘What?’ I was getting a little annoyed, ‘You are going to keep it, knowing nothing about who the father could be and having no way of finding out who he could be? I’m sorry, but I just can’t do that. I just can’t live with a child that is not mine and having no idea whose it could be.’ Silence again. ‘Yes… I’m keeping it. And I am leaving.’ ‘What?’ ‘I know you. I won’t force you to change... I am having my baby... But it is more than that. Since that night, you have been drinking every night and snorting a lot of coke. You are stuck in your old ways again. If I am having this baby, I can’t be around it.’ She grabbed her overnight bag and walked over to me. Kissed my cheek and left. I was alone in my massive penthouse. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

It’s been a while since I last wrote a story. This one ended up being about 37,000 words and 72 pages. I'm not a professional writer and I’m sure there are flaws—my apologies in advance. I really enjoy hearing feedback and hearing about others’ experiences and stories. Piggier, the better. If you have a memorable moment you’d like to share, feel free to do so. I’m eager to hear it. I’d also love to hear your feedback on this story. Where do you think it’s headed? I made my fortune playing footy in my early days. I was a rugby player and played for 10 years. Fuck they were good times on and off the field. On the field, I was a sought-after player, consistently named player of the match, won two Brownlow Medals, and was one of the highest-paid players in the league at the time. Off the field, I was a wild one. I had a girlfriend at the beginning, and got her pregnant, but it didn’t take long to venture out. It started with partying, drinking, drugs, and out with the boys. Management struggled to control the media’s coverage. Then I started fucking around behind my girlfriend’s back. I would hit the brothels and fuck a couple of hookers, eventually just picking up any willing chick that made a move on me at the bars. My girlfriend at the time knew, and it wasn’t long before we split and she left, taking the young lad with her. My partying continued. I’d snort countless lines of coke and fuck an endless number of chicks. I didn’t care if it hit the media. I was fucking wild. The then house parties would begin. The footy lads would get together, hot birds were invited over, and the same thing would happen. Cocaine and pussy. But something changed. I tried a gangbang, and something flipped. Yeah, being in footy, we would see each other in the change rooms naked, and weird shit would happen like arse smacking and fag name-calling on several occasions. We would torture the player who performed the worst by pinning him down and pissing on him. But I never felt the tingly feeling I felt when I experienced my first gangbang. Watching these strong men with their rock-hard dicks jerking off while they watched their teammate fuck the blond bombshell flicked a switch inside me. Sharing the moment with hot men watching another man’s arse cheeks squeeze and release with every stroke of his cock driving deeper inside her cunt was driving me wild. There was one moment I vividly remember: I paid close attention to the beads of sweat forming on one mate’s back as the heat radiated from his body, the deep, burly moans with each thrust, and his muscles flexing with every movement. I had to refrain from touching my cock when I watched my mate pulsate and moan, unleashing his load. He would pull out, cock glistening from pussy juice and cum. Instantly, my mind went to thoughts of getting on my knees and sucking it clean. I didn’t know what was going on. Was it all the cocaine? Probably. I didn’t know. My cock was as hard as solid steel. I thought my knob was going to burst open. Every bit of my willpower was in overdrive. Three teammates fucked her. Her cunt was spewing cum. She would scoop a little bit out with her long pink silicone nail and lick it off with her tongue. What a slut. ‘Your turn, mate.’ Fuck! I was hypnotised entirely, I didn’t realise I was up next. All the fella’s who just fucked her had some huge cocks on them. Thick, veiny, long and rock solid. I have a big cock, but not to their grandeur. I knelt between her legs. Cunt spread open, cum seeping out. My cock throbbed at the sight. I tried my best to change my thoughts, but my willpower was running on fumes. I pressed my knob on her pussy. The wet, warm cum slathered it. No lube needed. I pushed in, and that was all it took, and I just unloaded in her with one stroke. My body pulsed, and it felt like every bit of my life force was sucked out of me through my cock and into her. ‘What?!’ ‘No way.’ All I could hear behind me was my teammates laughing at me as I prematurely ejaculated inside the whores used cunt. She looked at me with a sigh of disappointment, but I was too busy trying to regain my consciousness. I pulled out. My cock was soaked in cum. I couldn’t resist and scooped a bit off my shaft and placed it on my tongue. ‘Wow! Fuck!’ ‘He’s gonna do it.’ ‘Urgh!’ ‘He’s a spunk eater.’ That I did, all I could hear was the other rugby players laughing, calling me filthy names and saying how grouse that was. My mind, however, was sparking all kinds of feelings throughout my body; their name-calling had become distant sounds and noise. I was hooked. Life took a turn. I got too reckless, and the club management couldn’t deflect the press. Eventually, images of eating out pussy and my face coated in random men’s cum were released, and I lost my contract. My career dried up. I am now 52 and work for a logistics company dealing in global trading, and in my downtime, I coach a local high school football team. I met a hot bird who, despite her knowledge of my perverted background, still found an interest in me. She was young, 34 and a banging arse. I learned that she was into older men, particularly ex-footy players. Our sex life started like any. I’d get on top of her and bang her until I unloaded. I had little care-factor if she came or enjoyed it. It was all about me. I think she put up with it because of my fame and money. She was pretty happy to be used as a fuck rag so long as she could lounge around in my penthouse apartment overlooking the skyline of Melbourne. Then, those thoughts of a caked-up pussy flooded my mind, and soon I was eating her out after I blew my load in her. She knew my shady past and let it happen. This wasn’t enough. Over time, my deep urges overpowered. I missed the drugs. I missed the gangbangs and wild sex parties. I started on the Coke again. Drinking. She, too, began to join in. Then one day, after a coaching session with the school football team, I walked into my apartment, still sweaty and smelly from the session, wearing my sports gear, and heard noises coming from the lounge area. The evening light was shining through the wall-to-wall glass panels, and I couldn’t believe what I walked into. My then wife bent over the couch, facing the Melbourne skyline, with a random bloke banging her from behind. I froze. Shocked at first. Thoughts racing. How long had she been doing this? In my place. Who else has fucked her? How could I not have known? Is he wearing a condom? Is he going to cum in her? I felt my cock harden at the thoughts. I watched as he gripped her hips and thrusted in her hard and fast. Arse clenching at every pump. Moans erupting from both her and him. He then grabbed her blonde hair with both her hands and banged hard. Moans got louder. ‘Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum.’ She moaned louder. I think I heard a ‘yes’ in there somewhere. His pumps grew shorter, more frantic. I watched her arse cheeks ripple with every pound from the guy. ‘I’m cumming! Arrghh. Yeahh. Fuckkk.’ I couldn’t resist and pulled out my cock and jerked off at the sight. It seemed like a long time while he shot his load, and he eventually pulled out. Indeed, he fuck her without protection. His long cock glistened through the evening light, reflecting off the moist pussy juice and cum. His knob was still throbbing from the aftermath of his ejaculation. And her pussy gaped with pearly white cum seeping out, dripping on the black leather couch. She turned her head. ‘Oh. Hi honey. Seems you are enjoying the show.’ She teased, as she wiggled her perky arse. The bloke then realised I was there, jerking furiously at what I had just walked into. ‘Holly shit! Your husband is here.’ He looked left and right, hoping his clothes were nearby, in response to the unexpected voyeurism. I then recognised him as the daytime receptionist from the apartment building’s lobby. I stared at his softening cock and the matted pubes trailing up his abdomen. I wanted to lick it, then shook the thought away. That’s gay. No way. Then looked at my wife’s pussy, still dripping with cum. I stepped out of my shorts and jocks and walked over and pushed my cock in her. It was barely a second, and I was cumming in gallons. I had not felt an intense orgasm like that since the times I was in gangbangs fucking used up cunts. I slowly pulled out. My cock too was glistening from all the cum and juices. I scooped what I could off my cock and licked it off my hand. My cock continued to throb. I couldn’t resist. I bent down to my knees and planted my face into her cunt. I ate and sucked and drove my tongue into her. She moaned. I was lost in my own mind. Drowning in the salty taste of my spunk mixed with the reception guy’s. I could feel it smearing my face and dripping down my chin. I jerked off furiously. No telling how long I was down there, but eventually I pulled away, gasping for breath. I turned to see the bloke just staring at me with a horrid expression. Seeing my face drenched in cum like a starving dog just freshly nourished was too much for him. He grabbed his scattered clothes and walked out, still naked. Have your input. What do you think happens next?

I heard City Square Motel is a good one. Has anyone used that motel?

Nice work. Great writing. Just enough detail to know the characters and environment (If you are an aussie, you would understand a BBQ party and have fond memories of your own), but pulled back enough so the reader can fill the gap with imagination. Loved it.

I do have a few more chapters to this story. Do you think I should post them?

Nicetighthole, how was your event? Give us juicy details.

My Daddy is taking me to the June event. We are not shy, and he will be placing me on my knees in full view for usage. The last time I went to visit him, in Sydney, he had me take 10 guys blindfolded (Private event). I never saw who they were. Daddy told me afterwards that they were blokes you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. Low-grade sleazy blokes. I am a picky fella, but I'll accept and do whatever Daddy tells me to. So if He is expecting me to be a no-load-refused pig, then I'll do it. In June, we want to put my obedience on show at Bunker (Cumunion), have everyone enjoy themselves with me, and 'celebrate' just how much of a pig I can be.

This is a hard one. But I chose the Den because the guys who go there are really sleazy and low-grade. If you are a true slut, you would accept their cocks and be proud of it.

Have you ever been to a bear event at The Laird Hotel? What was it like for you? I would love to hear your juice experience. It doesn't even have to be a bear event. Any kind of event. Leather party. Underwear party. Whatever. I'm keen to hear. I went to my first bear event at the Laird Hotel kinder by accident and was surprised by what happened there. I live in a rural area up north… Far north. So, getting a bit of piggy time is very rare. I visit Melbourne a few times a year. I am originally from there and go back to visit family. I was down in Melbourne for Christmas and knew I had to sneak at least one night away to go wild. I have an uncle (Who isn’t actually my uncle; he is related through extended family) who I sometimes play around with. I have told the story of my first time with a guy who was him on BZ. But he has a family now, and it is difficult for us to play around (I can give you some fucked up stories of what we have done together, but I will save that for another time). This is a store of my first experience at a bear event at the Laird Hotel. I figured, before I visited family, I would have a secret night in Melbourne to get piggy, so I booked a room at the Laird Hotel as a place to rest after I hit the Saunas. I tried to set up a session with a guy who is into [banned word] PNP play, but he went dark just before I arrived. I get it. No judgement. Cold feet or a change of plans. Who knows. It didn’t bother me because I knew I was heading to the saunas anyway. I purposely did not wank for two weeks, so I was on heat like you would not believe. I arrived at the Laird Hotel eager to fuck or suck a cock straight up. I didn’t care who; I just needed cock. I had not had a dick in 8 months. Have you ever not had a dick in 8 months? Let me know. What was it like? And how was it when you broke your draught? I checked in. flirted with the owner. I practically told him I was up for a lot of cock that night and hinted to him that I was keen to take his cock. He seemed busy, but he told me about the bear event happening at the Laird, and because I was staying there, I had free entry. He also told me that it gets pretty wild. The dress code was underwear… I had my red jockstrap, so I was sorted in that department. I went up to my room, but when I reached the stairs, I bumped into one of the workers there. Old man. Easily in his late 60s. Possibly 70s. I wasn’t too sure. I deliberately asked him to show me around. I gave him clear signals and told him exactly what I told the owner. I was in town and planning on getting a lot of cock that night. The old man wasn’t stupid and read the signs. He went into my room and ‘showed’ me how the TV worked, but I was straight onto my knees. He turned. Pulled his slacks down, and I was onto his hard dick, sucking like crazy. I didn’t even bother to close the door. He wasted no time fucking my face and shot his load down my throat. All happened in minutes. Finally, I had broken my draught and got some cock. He thanked me and said I was a wild one. I told him he had no idea just how wild I was. I didn’t waste any more time. I locked the door and left. Still tasting the salting taste of cock in my mouth and went to Wet. There were a few men there, but I expected it to be busier. It was Saturday the 21st around 2.30 pm. I don’t know much about peak times in saunas, so it is possible that it was normal trade, or maybe it could be that it was the weekend before Christmas. It didn’t matter to me. I was there for cock. I stripped, wrapped a towel around me, and went straight up to the dark room. I could sense that there was a guy or two in there; I got on my hands and knees and cracked open the bottle of poppers. It didn’t take long, and I felt hands touching my arse, then the pressure of a cock trying to push in. I didn’t lube up, I’m a spit or cum guy. The guy bent down and spat on my hole, then applied pressure again with his cock. The spit worked, and he broke in, pushing deeper. I had to take a few hits of the poppers. It hurt like hell. But loved it at the same time. He was a decent size. Not big. But big enough to feel it open you up. Finally, I was getting dicked after 8 months. He didn’t fuck me for long before I heard him moan, and I knew he was unloading in me. He pulled out and left. I never saw who he was. The sauna did get busy later in the evening, but this story is about the bear event I went to. So, I am going to skip the sauna experience. I freaked out when I saw someone at the sauna who was a work colleague of my boss. I have a high-profile job, and I need to keep my dirty piggy side an absolute secret. I freaked out, so I left the sauna before he saw me. This was around 9 pm. I have to say, though. It is kinder hot knowing that I am not the only secret pig who works in my industry. Still, it was too risky, and I had to leave. At first, I was thinking of heading to the subway sauna, but then I thought. Give the bear event a try. I am not the type to go out to dance parties or gay bars. Even when I lived in Melbourne. My interest was fucking. Not dancing or socialising. But I figured, why not? Try something different. Back at the Laird, I walked in, and there were already blokes in jocks everywhere. The blokes were normal-looking. None of your pretty guys and muscle-fit dudes you would fantasise about. These guys were mostly larger, average and older, from what I could tell. They were my type of blokes. I prefer older, normal-looking guys. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t say no to a fit guy or the ‘high profile’ type of guy. Who am I kidding? I would take any guy. But something about an older man in ok shape really turns me on. I have been fucked by guys as old as 80. So the sight I walked into got me hard, and I wasted no time heading upstairs to strip down to my jockstrap and go back down to mingle. I felt awkward at first. Exposed. I had to remember that everyone was in their jock and not to feel so intimidated about how I looked. For perspective, I’m in my late 30s, in slim athletic shape, and I have been told I am very handsome. But still, I felt out of their league or out of place or something. I don’t know. I just felt intimidated around all these men. I didn’t know what to do. I was on my own; everyone seemed to be a part of a little crowd. So I grabbed a drink and hung out near the bar. I necked two drinks in less than 10 minutes to try and loosen up. But sat on my third one as I watched the crowd. The Laird seemed to be getting busier. I grew some balls and started talking to a fella nearby. He was a nice guy and high school teacher, and it made the nerves ease a little. I probed him for questions about what was happening there, and he told me about the dark area and that it would no doubt get busy in there. A few more drinks later, the fella I was talking to was dancing, and I explored the dark area. It was already getting busy in there. Guys already fucking. It was dark but light enough to kinder see who was fucking who. I watched one guy being railed against a bench and knew I had to be doing the same thing. He had a dog mask on; I found it to be a bit of a turn-on. I leant against the wall and watched the fucking going on. Soon enough, there were a few guys moving towards me. Touching my cock through my jock. Nerves kicked in; I said I wanted to watch for a while. One of these guys was close to my age. He had a huge cock on him. I sniffed poppers while he received a head job. Another took over, and soon a different guy backed up on his cock. He fucked him while watching me. He never looked away from me. It got busier, and the sexual vibe got very intense. I couldn’t just watch anymore and went for it. I asked the guy with the big cock if he was still keen, and he said he had been waiting for me to build the courage. I leaned up against the bench. There was a lineup of 3 other guys next time, and the guy with the big cock pushed in and fucked away. I lost all sense of nerves and just stayed there sniffing poppers and getting railed. Now I do like to pnp. I am a big fan of chem KO. I can tell you a story about my experience with chem OK another time. But I don’t need to party to be a horny pig and fuck for hours. Time past. The guy with the big cock shot his load in me a long time ago, and I lost count of how many guys had fucked me. I didn’t bother looking back, so I don’t know who railed by arse. There were a few times when I did look back. At one stage, there was a really old man with a long grey beard fucking me. I love getting fucked by old men. My favourite. Not all the guys who fucked me unloaded in me. But I did get six loads in me, and I got four at wet. I was quite proud of myself. Eventually, I came out for ‘air’ and grabbed another drink. Chatting to this big hairy fella. He must have fucked me because he seemed to think he had the freedom just to stick his fingers between my arse cheeks to see how wet I was down there. To close this story off, he had a couple of mates, and they were interested in gangbanging me after I told the hairy guy that I was staying upstairs. He and two of his mates came up with me, and they used me. And I mean USED. I told the hairy man I liked it hard, and he just grinned. He and his mates took advantage of me. At one point, I was so sore and tired I had no strength and could barely keep my eyes open. They just kept fucking me. I remember the door being left open and wondering if anyone else had come in and fucked me, and I didn’t even notice. It was a possibility, but I am not sure. It would have been 4 am by the time the guys left, and I slept until 9 without showering. I wanted to taste and smell the dirty pig sex on me while I did. I fucking loved it. I am so planning to go to another event at Laird. It was awesome. Sexually charged and wild. I highly recommend it. Who else has experienced an event at the Laird Hotel?

Thank you for the feedback. Hats off to the storytellers on here. I have read some amazing and quite fucked up stories that have left me wondering at the most inappropriate times and places. I can only wish to write as well as some of the people on here. Writing a story is quite difficult, not just in imagining the story but in structuring it, building interest and suspense, characters you want to follow, and finding the time to actually sit and write. So, the positive feedback everyone has given only motivates me and other writers to stay driven and write. So thank you 🙂

Bob spoke near my ear, ‘Welcome back, Faggot. You are in for a long night of raping and recharging. Random strangers are going to fuck and use you. Who knows, maybe some of them might know you, see you in the streets and know what a slutty cumdump you are, and you will never know who they are. These men mean business. They mean to fuck… Hard. They won’t give a shit how you feel. They will just force their way into you with their dirty cocks. Use the last bloke’s cum as their lube. And if it is all churned up and dry, they will probably piss in you or pour beer in you to keep you wet. Hell, some of these guys won’t even do that. Some of these guys want you dry. Dry so your hole grips their cocks while they fuck you hard and rip the inner walls of your arse to be sure they recharge you.’ Barry’s pace as he fucked, picked up. I moaned under the increasing pain of his raping. He grabbed my chin to make me look into his eyes. There was desire and fury in his overwhelming stare. ‘LOOK AT ME WHILE I BREED YOU!’ Barry called out. I locked onto his piercing eyes. ‘Fuck yeah!’ ‘Charge up the cunt.’ ‘You’re nothing but a fuck rag tonight. Every cock that fucks you will strip a bit of your soul away. You will become an empty vessel for these blokes to dump their dirty poz seed into. No doubt other diseases.’ Bob continued. ‘Tim over here has syphilis.’ Someone in the crowd roared. ‘Common Barry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to cum.’ Another called out. I could hear the words of encouragement from the crowd. Oh God, I thought. I’m being pozzed. Fuck! These guys think I am Poz. I tried to speak. I tried to yell and tell them that I’m neg. ‘Oh, look here. The fuck rag wants to speak.’ Bob was still behind my shoulders, holding me still so the hard fucking from Barry hit harder. He undid my gag. ‘I’M NEG! OH GOD, I’M NEG. PLEASE STOP!’ Barry stopped. Cock held still deep in my stretched-out hole. ‘Neg?’ ‘YES! Please. You need to stop.’ I could hear the gasps from the crowd. ‘Bahaha.’ Barry burst out laughing, ‘Oh boy. We have a converter. Oh, you are fucked tonight, fuck rag. Bob, grab the bag of T.’ Bob handed the bag over. Barry pulled out what I thought was quite a large shard. Barry pulled his cock out. He was careful, and I felt his knob pull on my outer ring slightly as he exited. For the first time in a little while, I felt empty. He pressed the shard against my puffy hole and held it there with his cock. Bob pressed a brown bottle under my nose. ‘A big whiff.’ I did as I was told. Bob repeated the same thing with my other nostril. I felt an instant buzz and oddly relaxed. But it was short-lived as Barry forced his cock back into me, pushing the sharp rock into my tender hole. I could feel it scrape my inner walls as it entered. I scream in pain. The crowd roared in a mixture of laughter and sexual excitement. Like before, Barry just started fucking hard and relentless. The agony of torture shuttered through me as I felt the burn in my hole. This didn’t go on for too long before I had a sudden urge to want to be fucked. This desperate need to remain full crept in. The T was kicking in. ‘I don’t think I can hold on much longer.’ Barry announced in an unsteady voice. ‘Knowing that you are neg has got me too excited… FUCK! I can feel it. I’m about to shoot my poz load in you. Fuckkkk! Are you on prep?’ ‘No!’ I moaned in my confusing state of excitement.’ ‘Fuck! Argh, Ahhh!!. Fuck, I’m cumming!!’ Barry held tight, deep inside me. He bent over my body, head pressed against my chest and I felt his cock pump jet after jet of his toxic load into me. ‘Hurry up, Barry. I can’t wait any longer.’ The last vision I saw before Bob slipped the blindfold over my eyes was Barry being pushed out of the by an older, hairless man with a long, possibly 10-inch cock. I couldn’t see his face in the shadows, but I could tell he was easily in his 60s. Barry's slick cock yanked out of my hole, and the old man pushed his knob in. His cock pushed into my puffy hole with force as my blindfold slipped over my eyes. The night was a trail of cock after cock being fucked into me. I was drunk on cum, T and poppers. Occasionally, someone would press a rag over my face, forcing me to breathe, and I would have a sudden out-of-body moment. There were times when I must have been vacant from my mind and body as, at points, I would wake feeling that there was someone different fucking me. There was a point where I woke up with the blindfold off, and I saw this old hairy man with saggy man tits, easily in his 80s, pumping away at my loose hole. I watched him stare at my smooth young body while he licked his scaly lips, entirely in his own world while he fucked away at me. Then he groaned and moaned. I knew what he was doing. ‘Fuck yeah faggot!’ Someone in the crowd yelled out. ‘The guy has full-blown AIDS.’ ‘What a pig. I have never seen a cunt take so much dirty cum.’ The old man pulled out; I felt my loose hole try to hold in all the cum, but it was too much. Gush after gush of random loads squirted out of me. This didn’t last long. Another random old man entered me, while the blindfold went over my eyes and a pipe pressed me to mouth. ‘Smoke.’ I took 3 massive hits. I was spun. My body was wet with sweat and piss. Guys pissed on me; some even made me drink their piss as they made me suck their cock. I could taste the resentence of cum and arse juices. I never cleaned out, so there was always this worry that all these cocks might reach something I don’t want to taste. But my mind was too fucked to think too heavily about that thought, and by this stage, there was no telling how long I was here and how many strangers fucked and bred me. The room smelt like a dirty bathroom. Occasionally a bloke will just walk over and cum over my face or chest. I could even feel it dry and crust in my hair. Looking in the mirror, I could not recognise the reflection beaming down on me. Bob said I would become nothing but a cum rag. And that’s precisely what I could see looking down on me. ‘Hey guys,’ I heard Barry call out. ‘Who wants to double dick the cunt?!’ Fuck no. I thought. But strangely, I felt my cock tingle at the thought. I have never had two dicks in me at once. ‘Look at this. The fuck rag is getting a stiffie over the thought of being fucked by two cocks at once.’ There was a keyboard tone ringing in the background. Was someone on a computer? I thought. ‘Hang on, boys. I’m about to cum.’ Said the guy raping my hole. He picked up his pace; he was getting close. The keyboard sound was getting louder and louder, as he pumped harder and harder. ‘HERE I CU…..’ ‘Wake up.’ I felt my body being shaken. ‘Wake up.’ My eyes opened to my face pressed heavily against my computer keyboard. Then, my eyes adjusted to see my boyfriend looking down at me. ‘What are you doing?' I turned my head, and in my hazy eyesight, I could see my computer screen with a X-twitter on the browser and an image of two older blokes fucking a younger guy on an ottoman with big, bold writing across the images saying, Retweet if you love strangers pozzing you. ‘Are you into poz play? Do you want to get pozzed?’ ‘What? Um, what?’ ‘You disgusting pig. I knew there was a reason I couldn’t touch you. Have you been getting fucked by poz guys?’ ‘No.’ I mumbled. ‘But you want to?’ I couldn’t find the strength to speak. ‘Maybe, I should whore you out. Sell off your status.’ My ears twitched. Did I hear that right? I thought. I looked up at my boyfriend, who had this evil grin. ‘Let’s make some money, faggot.’ The corner of his grin slightly lifted. ‘Maybe I need to give you a little bit of influence.’ And he held up a bag of T.

The house was worn and weathered. I was light on my feet but heavy in my arms. I was upright, but only with the help of the two Bears. My senses and my mind started to return when we entered. The interior was no better than the outside. The furniture was old and tattered, and it was from an era I was not born in. The leather couches were torn and worn down. The walls were dirty, smoke-stained white, and covered in graffiti with provocative imagery. Cocks, Arse, fuck scenes, all kinds of gay male pig fantasies, and the carpet was sticky like an old pub. The odour wafting was a mixture of body fluid matted deep into it. But it was a cramped crowd of men that took me by surprise. The Bears were correct when he said they were the nasty of the nastiest. It was dark and difficult to see faces, but from what I could observe through my blurry, hazy vision, there wasn’t anyone younger than 40ish. ‘The young ones avoid places like this piglet.’ Bear one spoke. It was like he read my mind. ‘Yeah. Young ones are always pretentious.’ Barry followed. ‘But occasionally, we find real whores like you.’ I felt hands touch, prod and pinch me as the Bear escorted me through the crowd. The house grew darker the deeper we went in. We entered a snug room illuminated with only a red light. Barry held me up as Bear One went behind me, gripped my pants and tore them off. I was bare naked, rock hard. I don’t even know where my shirt went. Did I leave it at the club where Matt fucked me? Bear one trailed his large fingers over my tiny bubble butt, then aggressively pulled my cheeks apart while Barry bent me forward. My wet, tender hole was exposed. I felt the air being blown into my hole. I couldn’t help but squeeze it tight with every breath. ‘Mm. Grr.’ Bear One mumbled as he cupped his lips around my tight whisker. I could feel his thick beard scratching at my soft skin as he pressed his strong tongue against my tight hole. His strength was overpowering as he forced it through, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. Barry kept my head down, and I watched as he undid his denim jeans, slipping them past his enormous thighs. He pressed my face into his crotch, leaving me no choice but to lick and suck and endure the rank, nasty taste of his yellow-stained white jockstrap cupping his massive bulge. What felt like hours must have only been moments as I ate up the disgusting body fluids deliberately left to fuse with the jockstrap. Bear One worked my hole open with his tongue. I could feel myself loosening up. I began to enjoy it when he suddenly stopped. ‘I don’t want you too open, pig boy. I want you to feel my cock break you open.’ I breathed in a breath of stale air as they lifted me and placed me in a sling in the middle of the room. My body was still weak from the drugs coursing through my veins as they cuffed me in. I was spread wide. My hole is fully exposed. Barry tossed a red ball gag on my chest. Bear One grabbed my cock and began to toss it. ‘Please don’t.’ ‘We like to use our piglets cum as lube.’ Bear one growled. He wasn’t waiting. He pumped hard. I was so horny I knew it wasn’t going to take long. This was when Barry slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t hold on any longer as I felt squirt after squirt of my load that was built up since my last wank a few nights earlier coat my stomach and chest. I tasted the flavour of saltiness on my lips as one of my sprays reached my lips. Before I could lick it up, Barry pressed his lips over mine and pashed me intensely while sucking up my cum. The calm relaxing tingles through my veins as my orgasm subsided while Bear One scooped up my cum from my body. He fingered it into my hole. ‘Good boy. You are nice and wet… Ready for my cock.’ Barry murmured as he watched Bear One push his fingers in deep. I find that once I cum, I lose all desire to keep fucking and have a sudden urge to fall asleep. This moment was no different. ‘Stop. I have to go.’ I begged in a groggy voice while trying to squirm my way off Bear One’s fingers The bears both laughed. ‘Please! I have to go. My partner will be worried.’ Barry pushed a bottle under my nose. ‘Sniff, boy.’ I held off at first. But Barry kept nudging my head. I took two long whiffs in each nose, and a sudden buzz of a feeling hit me. My blood coursed as I felt my heart pump. Barry pushed the ball gag into my mouth. I could taste the remanence of my cum on it. Bear One pressed the head of his cock to my juiced-up hole. I was spinning in all sorts. Barry whispered into my ear. ‘You are ours for the night, piglet. You are going to get turned out. Fuck you with our poz cocks. Recharge you with our toxic loads while we keep you high as fuck.’ Poz cocks? I thought. These guys are HIV-positive. I struggled with the wrist restraints. I tried to say that I was negative and not on prep. But the ball gag was big, and my jaw was stretched out. All that came through was mumble. That’s when I felt Bear One’s knob press hard against my hole. He went in balls deep. I scream in agony. He pulled all the way out, keeping only his head inside me, then forced his way back in. My tight walls gripped Bear One's rock-hard cock, but his force pushed past the grip making it feel like sandpaper to my hole. The chain rattled as Bear One power fucked into me. ‘Oh. I forgot to mention. Bob doesn’t play nice.’ Barry continued, ‘You see. He doesn’t last long; he prefers to go in, fuck hard until he shoots. But don't worry, he gets a second wind and goes back again.’ I tried to scream throughout the ruthless arse raping; I was crying by this point. Barry pressed against my shoulders to ensure that Bob’s thrust smashed harder into me. My load didn’t seem to do much to lube me up. Bob picked up the pace, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. ‘Hear it comes, faggot. Ready to take my poz load.’ He grabbed the straps to the sling and smashed away at my hole. ‘Fuck yeah! Here I cum. Argh!! Fuckkk! I’m cumming.’ He didn’t stop fucking as he shot his load in me. The ruthless pace did not let off. My mind spun, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind that I had just received a poz load into my neg unprotected hole. Guilt struck me. How was I going to explain what had happened to me tonight to my boyfriend? Barry released the pressure from my shoulders. Bob kept fucking as Barry stood beside Bob. Suddenly Bob pulled out completely, and Barry forced his solid steal cock into my wrecked cummy hole. He was longer and had more girth; I felt my hole stretch out further and the sting of my inner hole being ripped open. Bob pressed against my shoulders, similar to what Barry did for Bob as Barry raped me. I tried and begged, but it all fell on deaf ears as Barry fucked away ‘Oh fuck! Barry, I see red. You have broken him.’ Bob announced. ‘This piglet is definitely going to get recharged.’ Barry laughed as he pulled his cock completely out of my hole. I felt a tremendous, cool emptiness for a split moment before his cock went back in. A rag went over my face. Breath in Faggot. I took a deep breath and instantly felt an incredible buzz. My body went numb, and I had an out-of-body moment. I could feel the thumping feeling from Barry’s relentless fucking, and I knew my hole was being destroyed, but I couldn’t feel the pain or torture no more. ‘Oh Shit! That Max Impact has made this pig loosen up.’ Barry picked up his pace. The rag went over my face again. ‘Breath in again.’ I did as I was told. I could hear the sound of a door opening. ‘Oh fuck.’ ‘What do we have here?’ I could hear the sounds and footsteps of other men entering the room. The clanking of buckles hitting the floor and the thud of boots being tossed aside. The drugs were overwhelming, and I passed out. I came to, blindfold was gone. Dark figures moved in closer. The room felt smaller. The red lighting illuminating the rank graffitied walls was blocked from my view. I sat my head back only to find my reflection beaming down upon me. The darkness framed my young, smooth skin and trim body—a sharp pain pierced through the overwhelming distraction of fear. It echoed the thumping pressure in my arse. I felt full. Stretched. A dark figure was between my legs. Meaty, hairy hands cupped my chest. Dry fingers pressing hard against my nipple. The urge to scream was blocked out. My mouth was still full. My jaw was wide. The ball gag was secure. There was nothing I could do to stop the pain. There was nothing I could do to scream.

I worked at Bodyline for a little bit back in the glory days. I saw and got involved in some crazy stuff. I found that just before I left Sydney, the sensitive culture was flooding through, and the freedom of wild fun became a thing to look down upon. I hope the wave changes back again. I have a lot of straight friends, and true to the straight culture, they catch onto the gay trend later on, and I find they are having the wilder and more [banned word] sex, while the gay culture is worried about what gender they should be. Bring back the wild days!!