Seven loads from three different Tops on MLK day. It took them from around 10:00 in the morning until about 2:30 in the afternoon. My wrists were duct taped to my ankles with duct tape over my eyes & mouth and I have no idea who Tops #2 and #3 are except that they were young, fucking huge, aggressive, pounded me so deep & hard that it hurt like hell, and each put two loads in me deep. I only know (saw) the first Top was who hosted, duct taped me up, and he put three loads in me. He'd just leave me there laying on my back between loads and it was really hard to deal with the duct tape even though I got regular doses of poppers. Next time I'm gonna ask for some T to see if I do better. I followed some of the tips posted here on getting cleaned-out and made it through the entire time clean. Funny thing, on the way home I crashed on the freeway during a snow strom, spun around 720 degrees and off the road. My hips were so sore from being spread open for the four plus hours that it was really hard from me to walk away from the crash site, even though I wasn't injured in the crash. I'd do it again in an instant, except for the car crash.