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Hung top for local white/Latino/Arab submissive
sluttyhungtop01 posted a topic in Toronto Metro Area
The fantasy (much much more a reality) is to have a jocky/athletic build good looking guy who almost exclusively loves to serve/service black men. And I mean the type whom would be willing to do ANYTHING to make their black master happy. One who is more or less blue collar/average in the streets but a complete bitch boy urinal cumdump in the sheets who's goal is to be used over and over again-whether by one dom or multiple at any given time. To be a personal fucktoy... a walking, breathing flashlight...a hole whom happens to have a name is all you desire Does such a person(thing) exist in this city?- 9 replies
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stealth The breeding stud and his filled prey.
loadgiver posted a topic in General Bareback Sex Stories
The following stories are fictional. They depict sexual acts that can be hot to some in fantasy, but have horrifying consequences in real life. I will be telling the stories of a man becoming a predator for unwilling cumdumps. I will tell each story from the perspective of the load giver, and again from the tricked prey. These stories involve stealthing, without HIV, disease, or drugs (aside from liquor and poppers). If you enjoy my stories please comment and/or like them. I write these stories for myself and my own tastes, so if there's something here that isn't for you, then that's because it's not for you. Please enjoy some of the many other stories on this site. -
Hi so I’m not rlly sure how to put this so I’m just gonna be straight forward..for a while I’ve these ideas and fantasies of being forced by a older big belly white chub man or bear and having my hole taken by him. no one knows this aside from a guy or two I’ve spoken to online but I got forced to suck cock by a older chub man a few months ago. and that feeling of being forced turned me o a lot although I was scared somewhat. Would any of you older big belly men like to chat with me?..
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I got an anon confession to make. Forgive me bareback brothers for I have sinned. Earlier today, I walked in and fucked an anon bottom in a seedy motel...and faked my cumshot so I could leave and breed someone else 10 feet away. Yes, I'm not proud of it but there it is. Penance? He had messaged me the night before on Squirt with some stats and pics I have no resistance towards, i.e. what seemed to be, a straight dl masc musc hairy chested married guy with a beefy butt and thick thighs taking loads anon. This hits all of my weak points and it's just a free pass to by Squirt buddies list of grindr favorites. However, walking into the dimly lit (not dark as it should be :/) motel room, I was a little pissed because he clearly faked his pics and stats - even in the dim light, from his side profile, he looked nowhere like the image I had built up in my head. I have an overactive imagination and I was visualizing from his pics a 40s brown haired married dad that works a construction job, has football buds on the weekend to drink beer with and maybe coaches a hockey team or something, or y'know, whatever community type social thing closeted suburban straight dads do with their free time (in public anyway) in pleasantville. Importantly, the light vellous hair across his butt cheeks that I was looking forward to rubbing my face against while eating him out was SHAVED - my disappointment was visceral. Despite that, I considered that 1) it's not the first time I've been tricked, 2) it'd taken me 40 min to drive into the city after all and gas is fucking expensive. 3) I was horny, Prepped up and rdy to deposit some sperm in whatever willing man hole I could find in the middle of a work day 4) tbh, in an anon scenario under the righT conditions, I'll basically even fuck a small woodland creature (just hyperbole, not promoting beast stuff). So whatever, this fake fucker can have my load if he wants but it was def gonna be a rough selfish fuck with some good ol humiliation verbal mixed in, to sate my mean streak. This all passed through my mind in milliseconds as I walked in and looked around the dimly lit room but my attention was far more directed on the tall white 30s ginger hot nerd business casual guy that seemed to be the breeder scheduled before me. He was zipping up his dress pants and he was clearly packin, like third leg kinda packin. We made eye contact and I gave him the 'I want to fuck your brains out' stare. He grinned, groped my cock (unfortunately soft atm) and groaned, but to my disappointment said that he had to run. Oh well. C'est dommage. I was still by the door, my boots still on checking out ginger dude's snug butt in his dress pants as he was leaving and I barely even registered the anon faker btm unzipping my jeans and flipping out my cock to suck it. 'Is this even anon anymore?' I wondered, 'so much for ass up face down and no fucking face contact.' This wasn't married Pleasantville coach dad, this was a tired strung out whore who partied too much, lost a ton of muscle mass and neglected to look after his body. This is why traditional anon is superior - because reality is often a turn off. 'Get on the bed whore. Did that guy just shoot a load inside you?' I grunted. I honestly hate talking during anon sex or any sort of direct interaction - spoils the vibe for me and sometimes some guys' voices turn me off, especially if they sound female. I mean, I'm fine with fucking naturally fem acting and sounding guys but some guys proactively push toward an extreme feminine aesthetic and I find hearing an unnaturally high pitched valley girl accent when I'm ready for man sex a bit off putting (probably gonna get alot of backlash for saying that). 'Yes sir,' he replied as he got onto the bed and positioned himself face down ass up 'it was a big load too.' 'Mmmmmmm, score. Time for my consolation prize.' I thought as I started eating out his hole and tasting ginger business casual guy's fresh warm cum. Fucking love being piggy like this, especially when I can remember the guy's features and imagine connecting him with the cum load I was licking out greedily, which was kinda like slightly salty aloe vera with an ass smell. I noticed that the hole, aside from being sloppy, was noticeably loose and some rosebudding happening but didn't think anything of it. Done with felching out whatever cum I could, I slapped his butt, got up and pushed his shoulders down, moved up closer and with one knee bent, aimed my cock head straight into his hole. I immediately noticed it. His hole was so loose there was virtually no resistance going in. It also felt wet and just voluminous. I didn't like it. I thought to myself irritatedly, 'this motherfucker not only fakes me out, he's not even gonna clench'. I thought anon cumdumps acquire the skill automatically at an early level without having to grind too much experience but I guess some missed it. His hole was so loose I couldn't cum. Took a hit of poppers but the bloodrush didn't amount to much with the stimulation of my cock being just clearly inadequate. To be fair, it might not be faker anon btm's fault; perhaps he had an injury or something; or ginger business casual dude irreversibly stretched out his ass muscles like the waistband of old boxer briefs where they just hang off and have lost any elastic hugging ability. I will admit, I could have forced a breeding if I really wanted to by jerking off with my hand then popping back inside, but I think, as guys who top grow older, at least for me, you can't help but be a bit more selfish and selective about your first breeding of the day, especially if you save up a bit, because subsequent cumshots just don't feel as good and compared to the primal rut of the first nut, you're just not into it as much. I also could have just said that I'm not feeling it and left but maybe it was the way things progressed non-anon style but I now felt a social expectation to deliver, and resolve things so to speak, much to my chagrin. I feel like I broke the bbbh rules or something but I might as well have been fucking warm dilute pudding with my dick; I could almost hear my dick frantically crying out for a tighter grip or there will be mutiny, the flaccid kind. Honestly, at that point, I was in asshole mode and hatefucking the bottom roughly hoping to trigger some sort of sphincter closing, but no luck, just pudding. I thought to myself 'Fuck this' then went on Grindr while fucking him and noticed a tap by a guy 30 feet away, maybe a motel employee or another guest. Blond, hairy, otter in his 30s, Viking-like but more lanky, and had an easy going, casual stoner vibe. Fuck yeah, I wanted to be inside his hole, instead of this glutinous pudding, and I wanted my swimmers inside him trying their hardest to impregnate his Viking-like anal cavity. While fucking, unbeknownst to the unresponsive bottom, I texted: Me: Hey. Want a load? <sent face pic> Him: You're hot man! Yah, but no time. Just on my lunch break. Me: Make some time. I'm in the parking lot of ***. Meet me by my car *** in 5min Him: Got a nice cock? Me: 6.5uc <2 cock pics sent> Him: Fuck nice. Ok, I can only blow you though, not rdy for anal. Meet me in the backseat of your car and I'll blow you there. Me: All good. 5 min. 'Alright, time to finish up here.' I thought as I looked down at the btm with all the resentment that had been building up from him faking his stats/pics, fucking up the anon scenario and not clenching. To be honest, I'm really not this kind of guy 99% of the time - not into inflicting pain or being hurtful or being so extremely dom to the point of degrading my partner's self worth. But, I was in a mood today, that's for sure, (like how you might see guys in the marines 'flip the switch' and go all hardcore and intense) and for whatever reason, I vented my anger with the full intention of going full steam ahead with this asshole dom top persona I found myself channeling. I took a quick vid of me hate fucking the btm to send to my friend despite the bad lighting (wish Android had night vision so I could capture my anon fucks in the dark), just as another thing I felt to be in-keeping with the momentum of my disdain. I then grunted, 'gonna cum' then pretended to shoot five heavy cum shots with Oscar-level acting skills, or whatever the porn version is, accentuated by five heavy thrusts into him as he moaned and tried to pull my hips in deeper. I sighed, pulled out, quickly started putting on my clothes eager to be done with this charade, responded politely with a thank you then headed out, my cum still deep in my balls. When lanky Viking-like dude arrived, I wasn't waiting in the backseat of my car to his surprise. I was leaning against it watching him because I know I look more imposing when standing with my pecs and shoulders poppin - you see, I needed the bonus points to my charisma stats because I had no intention of getting just a blowjob, of course, I planned on breeding his hole. Plus, I was still in asshole mode and my subconscious was already planning out a forceful entry scene as a last resort (just wordplay, I don't condone rape). I nodded toward a small alleyway crevice towards the back of the motel that was kinda secluded. I had pissed earlier in a corner of this crevice while waiting for compact Viking-like dude to show up and thought to myself, yes, this sketchy crevice suits my sketchy mood. Coincidentally it was right beside the back window of the room I just left - curtains were drawn though, understandably. I could see the hesitation and uncertainty in his face, but lust won over and he nodded. Got him! I leaned against the alleyway wall and pulled out my cock. I made sure it was hard and the head was purple and swollen before he came. You see, I think a hard cock has a hypnotic effect. If this little blonde fish wasn't fully reeled in, sight of a hard cock is the net to snag him. Sure enough, I watch his eyes travel down, not a second before he's on his knees an away he goes; I watch as he worships my cock, licking and slobbering over it, and I wonder if he can taste anon bottom's ass juice or any of ginger business casual's leftover cum. I leaned my head back against the alley wall, eyes closed as I took a moment to savor the moment, the adrenaline rush of being possibly watched by motel guests from their rooms, of being possibly caught by motel workers or random people passersby if they looked toward the crevice at a certain angle. I took a deep breath smelling the acrid stench of my hot piss in the corner of the crevice, my own personal bit of aesthetic to this grubby little crevice, and enjoying the feeling of his warm lips bobbing up and down my shaft. I luxuriated in that decadent feeling of depravity as it washed over me and let it inspire a primal sort of lust from the dirty, stinking sketchiness of this alleyway crevice. It made me want to rut, like animals in heat, like alleyway dogs that unhesitatingly give into instinct to mate on the filthy ground. Dirty, sordid, disgusting, debased and fucking glorious. I pulled up lanky Viking dude, kissed him deeply savoring the swap of our spit, removed our shirts, then moved behind him and pressed him firmly face first toward the alley wall. He was looking nervous as he sensed me move toward a kneeling squat to eat his hole out. 'Stop, no, it's dirty' he said nervously while clenching his ass cheeks. 'Just relax,' I replied in a soothing tone, such as one might use to soothe a skittish horse, 'it's ok, just trust me. It doesn't bother me. I want to eat your hole out. Just relax and let me in. It'll be fine.' And he did. He released and I went straight in with my tongue as turgid and as pointed as I could make it. I don't think he expected the sudden intrusion but I was persistent and pigged out on that hole. I fucking love the smell of man sweat and ass. It's so raw and intimate. Breathing deep, I could smell the healthy masculine sweat of a honest hardworking man along with a ripe musky aroma that is just a completely raw and honest manifestation of his maleness, and also, along with this aroma is the knowledge that it is a deeply personal zone of his that is kept private usually but is now the target of your exploration and ravaging in the most carnal sense. Then I stealthily and quick stuck my index finger deep inside him and he panicked. Although I hate fingering, I think inserting a finger is probably the most psychologically effective strategy for swaying a butt-fuck hesitant bottom. I think implicitly, it sends a message that you've just intruded into his territory, it's done and penetration has happened in this small degree, so from now on, because there's this precedent of invasion, it's easier to tease toward butt fucking because the groundwork has already been laid. Of course, for cock hungry sub bottoms, like I suspected lanky Viking dude to be, this just speeds things up, basically prompting a thought like 'Oh fuck, well, we've reached this far. Might as well conveniently forget my reservations on mess and just go with the flow. I really do want his cock inside me after all.' I kept my finger in and gently but forcefully stopped him from moving by pressing his back against the wall. I held position until he relaxed and then I leaned in and pulled his face to me and kissed him deeply with my finger immobile but still deep inside. As I felt him melt into me, I removed my finger and replaced it with my cock head wedged right at his opening. I believe in open and straightforward communication so I told him matter of factly in a whisper 'I want to breed you. I don't care if there's a mess and I've got paper towels in the car if you need to cleanup before going back to work.' He didn't reply but I could feel him pushing back onto my cock. I understood that to be a green light, pushed into him and gave into the asshole dom top mood that had been waiting on the sidelines. Oh god, his ass felt amazing, warm and tight and dare I say, almost virginal, though he probably had to be a far cry from that for him to find himself slutting it up like an animal in a disgusting alleyway being bred by a stranger in the most disgusting and demeaning way. It wasn't my proudest top moment tbh, I fucked him selfishly, quickly and urgently. It was painful for him, I didn't use lube and I don't think my rimming lubricated him enough. Still, I was an asshole and persisted with fucking, soft whimpers and groans falling on ears deaf with lust. The standing angle was awkward to fuck his hole so I grabbed his hair, pushed his head down and bent him over forcefully to get my thrusts in deeply. At some point I realized that my pounding was pushing us both out of hiding from the corner. Perhaps I went too far with this, but caught up in the moment and my liking for risk, I pushed him out into full view of the parking lot, naked, head held bent over with me fucking him bare. There were people in sight, none aware of what we were doing, yet. He was still bent over face down and I don't think he realized that he was in public view and that he'd been roped into my perverted exhibitionist fantasy. There was a low metal railing nearby that I inched us towards and bent him over. This was a good position, he felt tight and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I gave him a heads up that I was gonna cum soon and, in a moment of twisted inspiration, I grabbed his hair and yanked his face up so he could see that he was in full view of the open parking lot. When I yanked him up, I felt him tense up, perhaps in fright at this public indecency. His tensening of his body also tightened the grip on my cock and it pushed me over the edge. I growled 'I'm cumming. Oh fuck oh fuck.' and started shooting my load into him. It felt so good holding him tight as I spasmed and couldn't help but think to myself 'Holy shit. Fucking worth it'. I could feel the warmth of his body, his breathing and could hear him mutter softly 'oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck' repeatedly. Looking down, I realized that he had shot his load from tugging his cock at some point, leaving thick splatters of white cum spread against the pavement and railing, tantalizing gobs that I would have been tempted to lick up before cumming but now restrained by reservations of germs, hygiene and a gradual mental reboot of socially accepted behavior. For a few intimate seconds, I held him tight, his back pressed into my chest, skin against skin, without letting him budge, my cock still impaling him and his cock still completely exposed to the parking lot and street. I'm sure he could feel my heart beat rapidly (yes, my cardio is absolute shit) against his back from that workout as I savored the post coitus sense of relief, which quickly turned into alarm, as a passing Ford F150 blared its horns repeatedly, honking loud attention catching blasts, presumably at us, in a rhythm that seemed taunting and high spirited. With its windows down, I could see three college looking kids laughing and whooping, as I pulled my cock out, released my grip and we beelined it back to the alleyway crevice while we both pulled our jeans and underwear up to quickly cover our cocks. Lanky viking dude didn't stop running. I watched as he booked it around the entire back alleyway before emerging on the far side of the parking lot, clothes back on and walking quickly. As I quickly got into my car and started it up, I had a thought of 'oh shit, what the fuck did I just do', you could have been arrested or fined for public indecency/exposure, you're lucky no one called the cops. Exiting the parking lot, I nodded to him in passing but was ignored. He's blocked me on grindr since. I do regret it, and I'm probably a monster to him, but I can't help but be turned on by the memory flashes of rawdogging his tight dirty hole and breeding him in the middle of the day while exposed in a parking lot, a situation that snowballed from my irritation at an anon btm who doesn't clench and who I pretended to cum inside.- 16 replies
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Who wants to use and abuse my Faggot Boy? He is obedient and a deviant and will submit to any punishment you force on him. He he here to please others. His w i k r is affirmationm. His KiK is MarkMarkUK1 My w i c k r is LondonPerv40
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Joe, 48, 5’11” and a hardened military veteran, loved LA. It wasn’t cheap for sure, but Joe wasn’t afraid of shabby living conditions if he could do what he loved. Having worked as a cop back in Detroit after his military service, Joe had seen his fair share of violent crime and he was tough - while still figuring out where to stay, he decided to live nightly at the infamous Hotel Cecil in Skid Row. He had a shaved head and was built like a demolition truck, covered in tattoos with arms and pecs like rocks. He had a bit of a belly, but it was hard to notice with how jacked he was. No matter what he wore, he looked like he was going to pop out of his shirt. And he fit right in at first. After all, that’s why he moved here. Back in Detroit, Joe sold his confiscated drugs at hefty prices to dealers and took bribes to let them roam free. During this time, Joe had a sexy Malaysian girlfriend 15 years younger than him and a bunch of babes on the side. New clothes and car. Too bad the city had to snoop their noses into the problem. After losing his job and spending 5 years in prison, Joe lost all his money to gambling and drugs. With no cash, no sex, and no girlfriend, nothing but his pickup truck, he decided to start over somewhere new. Joe came to LA as a criminal. He no longer knew how to do anything other than selling drugs, and he was fucking good at it. He planned to turn into a smuggler, taking cheap crystal from the west coast to sell back in Detroit. One thing about Joe is his open pride in having a fetish for Asians. He had no problem finding them either, and his fellow cops used to tease him for how often the Asian girl at his arm changed. He fucked Asian boys too, but he always kept those anonymous. He’d fuck a boy but never date one. The Asian girls in LA were different. They worth is different here and they had no shortage of hot men (who weren’t broke felons) to turn down. Moreover Joe was getting old but he still only liked fresh younger girls to fuck. He wasn’t used to it, but he was even seen as a creep. Guess it didn’t help that he basically smelled homeless and didn’t know how to approach these women. His ex was a stripper and all he had to do to woo her was pay her a couple grand and let her have his credit card. That’s when Joe dove head first into finding boys. Taking puffs of his bong in his tiny run-down, he constantly browsed Grindr, A4A, bbrt, cams, anything. He bluntly titled his profile “ex military LF Asian bttms” - the crazy thing is, openly objectifying them attracted tons of messages from Asian boys. One Japanese boy in particular attracted his attention. Short, 20 years old, maybe 5’4” in a little thong, stick thin with smooth olive-skinned abs. He had spiky short hair in his pics, which he dyed blonde. His name was Kevin. Joe was obsessed with getting Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin dropped out of school and was kicked out by his family as a teen for doing T. Since then, he’s been arrested for possession and just got out of a brief stint in jail. Since then, he has lived with one of his cell mates in a studio. His dream is to become a pornstar, and Joe loved it. And Kelvin was even more obsessed with Joe. A sex addict who especially loved older white men, Kelvin told Joe he’s everything he dreamed of. ”Daddy I want to be used and abused and whored out like a faggot. Bruise me and violate me and trash me. Will you do that daddy?” “Yes, babe. That’s the only way I like it. Daddy’s wanted a filthy Asian slut to use like a fuck rag for a long time.” After only 2 days of talking, Kelvin was ready to come to Joe’s place. It would’ve been sooner if he wasn’t a flaky tweaker. As the area was dangerous, Joe went to pick up Kelvin from his apartment. Kelvin walked out and was even skinnier than his pictures. Or maybe it was the way he was dressed. Joe whistled and leered at him from behind his shades. Kelvin wore a tight mesh crop top and tiny booty shorts, which dangled to show his dirty black and white jockstrap to the whole city. He opened the passenger door and immediately Joe’s hand was on Kelvin’s bare smooth tight, rubbing and snaking his way up his shorts. Kelvin moaned and took Joe’s muscled hand and guided it down his shorts over his jockstrap. Joe’s hand was huge compared to the boy’s waist. “So sexy,” Joe whispered. “You naturally this smooth?” ”I get waxed,” Kelvin admitted. “Well, make sure to keep doing that faggot. Daddy likes it.” Joe resists the temptation to go further. At this point, he just needed to get back to his place to fuck this cumdump slut as soon as he can. The drive home was dead silent. At the hotel, Kelvin trailed behind Joe cautiously and didn’t speak to him even in the elevator. By the time they got to Joe’s room, they were both in heat. Joe frantically got the key in the door and they both sprawled out onto Joe’s mess of a bed. The sheets were half off, and plenty of drug paraphernalia, dirty clothes, and even some loose cash littered the bed. Kelvin didn’t seem to mind. “This is your place? You live at this hotel?” Kelvin asked. “Or did you get this room?” ”I live here. That good with you?” Joe asked, annoyed that this kid would come in here and comment on it immediately. ”Yeah. I like it here,” Kelvin said suddenly, picking up a sock off the bed and sniffing it. The room was pretty trashed, to be fair. Joe wasn’t going to clean it up for some pussy. Not like Kelvin could leave without him anyway. Joe looked around. Beer cans on the floor. Cigarette ash everywhere. Empty water bottles and energy drink cans. Plastic bags and food packages mixed in there. “Faggot,” he boomed. Just one aggressive word. Joe’s face suddenly turned stern and his eyes became menacing. “You probably get fucked in filthy dirty rooms all the time, don’t you? Just a piece of trash that can be thrown on the floor like everything else in this room. My trash.” Joe pounced onto the bed and locked Kelvin under his body. It was like holding down a piece of paper. ”Daddy...”, Kelvin said weakly. Joe was now aggresssively groping him and thrashing his clothed body against his, furiously and aggressively kissing him. Globs of split splattered all over the boy’s face as Joe licked and kissed him like a wolf eating at its prey. Kelvin could only respond with loud moans. ”Fuck, that tasted GOOD! fucking Asian twink boy SLUT!” Joe was on top of the world. Unlike any girl, Kelvin was eager to put out for a stranger. No wining or dining. He didn’t even have to treat him with any dignity or respect. Lesser men have fucked Kelvin without respect. “let’s get to the good stuff. I know what you’re here for,” Joe said, suddenly springing up. ”Party?” Kelvin said eagerly, reacting like a true addict. Joe grinned. “Hell yeah.” from the floor, Joe grabbed a belt. Then he picked out 2 points from this pocket which he prepped beforehand. “I’ll slam you first, then slam myself. And after that I’m gonna booty bump the shit out of you, we’re gonna take some G, and then we’re gonna popper you up before I rape you. How’s that sound?” Kelvin’s eyes were wide as if Joe had just offered to buy him a car. Joe himself couldn’t help himself from looking pleased. What a bad boy, he thought. He’ll barely be okay with all that and he’s still so excited... ”Are you sure I can do all that?” Kelvin asked. “If it’s too much, just let me know.” ”I won’t. I’ll always want more,” Kelvin said devilishly. Joe roughly and tightly tied the belt around Kelvin’s tiny arm and quickly found a vein. “first time slamming?” He asked at the last minute. ”Nah. Just haven’t in a while.” ”Good. I want this to be almost too intense for you.” As the needle pulled back with a red splash, joe steadily pumped the point into his boy. He took it out expertly, untied the belt, and wrapped it around himself. While he started administering, Kelvin FLEW. He erupted into violent coughs, almost accidentally kicked Joe, and his eyes looked utterly rabid. ”fff FFuck,” Kelvin groaned. Joe finished administering his own point and let the rush overcome him. The room spun, and suddenly the drugged boy in front of him triggered a tsunami of lust and aggression. He couldn’t even gather the G or give a booty bump, he just grabbed the poppers from the pile of trash in the bed and with shaky hands untwisted the bottle. Kelvin was in no shape to do it himself, his head still rolling around and his hands feeling his body, reorienting his sense of touch. He moaned at the feeling of his hands on his body. He gave only a slight nod of acknowledgement as Joe stuffed the poppers under his nostril tightly, pinched the other, and made him breathe poppers. Then another. Then another. by the time he let go of the boy’s nose, Kelvin looked more spun than anyone Joe’s seen in his life. He let out a loud moan, drool leaking from his mouth. “daddy!!! Daddy I... I ffeel...I want” Joe took 2 quick whiffs of the poppers himself before he unzipped his pants, ripped Kelvin’s shorts right off, spat all over his 7” ROCK hard dick and poked his way into that smooth fleshy hole. it’s like he got slammed a second time. Both of them collectively groaned in pleasure. Joe quickly globbed more spit onto his shaft to guide it in. Kelvin was tight, like Asians tended to be, but his hole invited Joe’s dick. It still seemed to hurt him though as Joe slid in all the way balls deep. ”OOOO” Kelvin groaned wincing. Joe spat on the boy’s face and ripped his legs wide. His tiny feet and legs looked like they could break in Joe’s hulkish grip. “you know why i hate Asian faggots like you?” Joe grunted, now tweaking and thinking about nothing besides wanting to hurt Kelvin for pleasure. Kelvin looked at him questioningly, spittle dangling from his mouth. “I hate you because you’re nothing but breeding holes. Just whores meant to be used and abused. You’re the lowest of the low. And you let men like ME,” Joe roared, sudddenly thrusting up Kelvin’s gut, making him scream. “Into your pussy. By the time I’m done with you, no one will want you. Now take my dick!” with that, Joe began pounding recklessly. He mounted Kelvin and drove his dick right into his slender frame, one meaty hand covering kelvin’s mouth to stifle his screams while the other grabbed his ankle. The bed was only big enough for the both of them because Joe’s body almost entirely covered Kelvin’s. For 10 long minutes, Joe savagely fucked Kelvin without a word, spitting on him and gagging him with his fingers. Finally, Joe got up to take off his shirt and jeans as Kelvin just laid panting. “Don’t think you’re done yet. We just got started,” Joe growled, scooping his fingers into his bag of crystals and digging up a few shards. He then lathered on some crisco and eased his fingers into kelvin’s loose hole. He fucked it so roughly his hole was just open now and the entrance even felt like pussy lips. He pressed the crystals against kelvin’s insides and watched the boy groan as the burn hit him. “how do you feel boy?” “So...good...more dick please daddy” ”you want more of this dick, whore? Don’t worry you’ll get more of this dick. I bet I got you flying right now. I’m gonna measure us out some G. Just lay right there. Don’t fucking move.” As Joe rummaged for his G bottle and dropper, he reminisced to the days when he was a cop in Detroit. Back then, he violently fucking drugged up twinks and hot babes almost everyday. And he came in all of their pussies, even the women. Then he’d go back to his hot Malaysian girlfriend and dump his load in her pussy. Back then it would’ve been a headache if he knocked her up. There was no chance of that with Kelvin, so he could breed him as much as wanted without consequence. Joe handed Kelvin his G. Together they clinked their cups and downed the G and Gatorade solution. Joe knew Kelvin would feel a warm rush and dizziness in addition to his wild tweaked up stimulated state in only a few minutes. “I need to take a piss,” Joe said suddenly. “Started Feeling it while we were fucking. Gonna piss inside you whore.” ”Chem piss?” Kelvin asked excitedly. Joe nodded. ”you’re gonna get high off of my piss. Hold it all in when I finish, got it bitch?” ”Yes, daddy. I want all your fluids. I wanna keep them in my pussy and get high off it. Please...Mark me as yours with your dick piss spit and cum.” Kelvin looked at me longingly with his dilated pupils. He was sweaty and stinky now, and so was Joe. ”face down ass up,” I ordered. Kelvin flipped around immediately and perked his hole up. He spread his cheeks apart, his way of inviting men in. Joe stuffed the tip of my dick in and began to unload. A lot of the stream dripped onto the bed but who fucking cares?Joe unloaded a huge bladder full and, to his amazement, Kelvin managed to hold in most of it. “on the ground, legs up,” joe ordered again. Kelvin immediately got onto the dirty carpet, his back grinding into the littered trash. He spread his legs as wide as he could and looked up at Joe with begging eyes. Joe stabbed a finger into Kelvin’s hole and the boy lost control. “oh my god it’s coming out!” He cried as a wave of piss splashed out around Joe’s finger. Joe ripped his finger out, slapped Kelvin hard across the face with his piss stained hand and jammed the finger back in. Joe was so strong he could see his handprint on Kelvin’s face. He’d pull it out over and over, watching the piss rip out of kelvin’s hole as the boy moaned. Not a single complaint from being slapped that hard. Just a Yelp of surprise and pain. “Fucking useless faggot, leaking my piss everywhere. I told you to KEEP IT IN!” Joe roared, suddenly mounting Kelvin again and lining his dick up against the Asian twink’s now red glistening cunt. Piss steadily leaked out from open hole. without mercy, Joe plunged in. At this point, Kelvin was flying so hard he was dissociating. He could only look into Joe’s angry eyes, starved for more fucking, lost in how good it felt to be fucked. Just looking at Kelvin’s pleading eyes made Joe excited. He grabbed a dirty sock off the bed and stuffed it in Kelvin’s mouth. Then he spat on the boy’s face and grabbed the boy’s legs open as he throttled him. the room and all trash on the floor tremored with the force of Joe’s thrusts. Kelvin’s body was jammed against the wall at this point, limbs askew, moaning and groaning loudly behind his sock gag. Joe grabbed the poppers and forced it under Kelvin’s nose. “fuck yeah sniff it nice and deep boy,” Joe muttered. “Nice and deep so you can feel real good while daddy tears you up.” Kelvin breathed DEEP and as soon as Joe twisted the cap back on the bottle, he began fucking savagely. He grabbed Kelvin’s tiny throat with one hand and gave it a squeeze causing Kelvin to squirm and attempt to gasp. Joe grinned. “FUCKING TAKE IT YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! DOES IT HURT? AM I HURTING YOU BOY?” Kelvin only looked at him still gagged, tears welling up but not out of fear - Just out of the overwhelming pain of being smacked so hard and being choked and gagged. Joe began taking his dick all the way out and punch fucking Kelvin, tossing his legs in all different positions to fuck him at different angles. Finally, he could feel himself getting close. he raised his head, the veins on his neck bulging, as he put all his energy Into thrusting as fast and deep as he can. Kelvin screamed and bucked under his thrusts. His dick was definitely pulsing and getting even harder as he got close, driving deeper and deeper like he was trying to tear and break whatever was inside of Kelvin. Deeper and deeper and at this time, Joe’s roars of ecstasy started to Drown out Kelvin’s muffled screams. ”TAKE MY BABIES U FUCKING CUMDUMP SLUT!” Joe rammed and trembled for over 15 seconds, squirting ropes of cum into Kelvin with each final thrust. by the time he pulled out, Joe looked at the disheveled wasted and bruised boy, covered in webs of spit and hand marks all over him, tears and drool leaking, and a gaping pussy with yellowish cum leaking out. The floor was Soaked in piss that Joe had fucked out of Kelvin’s hole by force. Joe was disgusted. without a word, Joe got dressed and started looking at his phone to see if he had any customers. Kelvin laid slumped on the floor for several minutes. Joe didn’t even want to drive Kelvin home. He didn’t want to spend another minute around the boy he just bred. After a long silence, someone knocked on the door. Joe grumbled under his breath and checked the peep hole. It was a black man, tall with a belly and heavily bearded. He looked homeless and was missing several teeth. Joe put his gun in his back pocket just in case and opened the door, not caring Kelvin’s naked and used body still laid in plain sight. “I heard you guys fucking from a couple doors down. Can I have him for a bit? Just a bit?” The man asked in a croaked slow voice. Joe wrinkled his nose. ”how much you paying?” ”I don’t have any money.” ”come back when you do,” he said, closing the door. And that’s when he realized he had more plans for Kelvin. This boy was going to be his slave
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Over the years, I've given myself permission to indulge in my more perverted interests that I keep hidden deep inside. I like to bring them out and play once in a while. My unspoken attraction to the dom/sub relationship led me to the world of leather and kink, and I found many playmates in my community to have fun with once I learned the ground rules and how to ask for what I wanted. But in a way, even those encounters were not enough. I think they were merely a gateway to a world of fantasy that has gloriously rotted my brain since then. I've not indulged in chems, as I know enough to realize I have an addictive personality and wouldn't know how to stop wisely. And I haven't actually indulged in anything illegal, but not for lack of desire. My body is not what it was, and I feel a bit more relegated to the world of imagination now than realistically accomplishing anything truly perverse in reality. I have a healthy fantasy life that has led me down the ladder into popper-bating, non-con incest fiction, younger/older, military, pain, and a bit of k9 kink as well. I am also a big fan of kink art, especially works that clearly depict age differences or males in painful situations (Some of my favorite artists include Michael Kerwin, Joseph, Heredia, Ian Hanks, Player, Josman, Roger, & Merida on the classics end, and some great Pixiv yaoi, bara, and shota artists on the contemporary side) . Some would say I'm a sloth and not brave enough to actually do anything in real life, but I like to think of myself as a juror that is still deliberating. Right now, I'm perfectly happy jerking off at home. I have a 00guage PA that has been earned over many years, and a collection of porn that I'm constantly adding to. I have joined a lot of the free sites that I know of, and I'm now flush with a bit more cash to explore paying for some sites that specialize in my fields of interest and maybe even support one of my favorite porn stars if I feel like it. I have more sounds coming and will eventually invest in a Prince Wand. I'm of an age where the more contemporary communication modes (kik and [deleted]) are still new to me, and i'm a bit befuddled by the user interface. I haven't indulged in streaming services yet, but I may explore that in the future as I finally shed the guilt of being discovered as a kinklover by particular people and communities in my life. This particular site seems to hit several of my own interests--poz and bareback sex being the most obvious, but I do love reading a good pozzing story in the fiction section. Makes me drip. My husband has kinks of his own that I let him indulge in, and he doesn't interfere with the ones I let him know about on my end. I know there's more going on with him than he shares, and I'm okay with that. I don't share everything that gets my rocks off with him, either. He doesn't know the depths of my [banned word] interests, and somehow that makes it a lot hotter. If I happen to find friends that help me play, as I discovered in the leather community, I know that he simply doesn't want to know details already. And that's good. Because I can be the evil sadist [banned word] I want to be and not worry. This is enough for now, I'll share more someday in the future.
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34 year old, white, smooth ass and hole, hairy chest, face down ass up...blindfolded or not..or however else u want me...come on up dump your load and leave...come back for seconds
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Looking to build a group into pushing limits. In particular, looking for subs who crave the kind of session that you cannot arrange for yourself, for example to have no control over how uses you, or pushing a limit passed the point where you want it to stop. The same subs though should also enjoy arranging and supporting with sessions for the other subs in the group. Limits have to be agreed carefully in advance, but then there is no backing out. Get in touch if you are interested.
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Chapter One: Damien awoke to the sound of his alarm waking him to get ready for work. He shut off the alarm and grabbed his phone to jerk one off before starting his day. Damien had always been sexually promiscuous, but his interests as of late had become focused on one thing in particular. Bugchasing. Damien was negative but nothing turned him on more than seeing a video where a poz top verbally bred a negative bottom. As much as seeing pozzing videos turned him on, Damien didn’t think he would ever be able to actually take the plunge himself. He pacified the urges by telling himself it was all just a fantasy, a fetish to jerk off to, he would never have the guts to chase it in real life. Damien opened bbrt to check his messages quickly, and that’s when he saw it. An email with the subject line, “Join the poz brotherhood”Damiens' heart began to race as he opened the message, and what he saw made his heart stop altogether. “Brother Damien, we have been monitoring you for some time now and we know of your suppressed desires. Set yourself free and fulfill your duty to the Brotherhood. We will arrange everything for you, all you have to do is accept our offer.” Damien’s mind was racing, was this a joke? There’s no way this could be real. He sat in bed, his mind going back and forth between asking for more information or ignoring the email altogether. He sat there for what seemed like forever contemplating when a sudden impulse came over him and he replied: “I accept”. He pressed send and then stared at his phone screen, wondering what he had just done when almost immediately a return email arrived. “Welcome, Brother Damien. Your path to fulfill your destiny has been set in motion. No further action is required on your end. When the time comes, you will know.” Perplexed by the ambiguity of the response and overwhelmed by the millions of questions surging through his head, Damien went to reply asking for clarification on what would happen and when. But at the moment he hit reply, the messages and the account disappeared altogether. Panic filled Damien as he frantically searched his inbox for the messages and the website for the account. Unable to find anything, Damien realized he had to start getting ready for work or he would be late. Time passed by slowly that day. Damien was unable to focus on any of his work, and to make matters worse he couldn’t resist the urge to check his phone every 5 minutes to see if a new message had arrived. But the day past and nothing eventful amounted. By the time three days had past and Damien noticed nothing out of the ordinary, he was fairly certain that the whole thing was some kind of joke. Any by the time a week had passed he was certain of it. He couldn’t believe he let himself get so worked up over a silly prank email. Damien decided to return to his normal life and keep his fantasies of bugchasing just as that, a fantasy. It was a Saturday night and Damien had agreed to meet up with a few friends at a bar for drinks downtown. He arrived early and found a seat at the bar while he waited for his friends to arrive. He ordered his go-to drink, gin and tonic, and watched the game on the screen above the bar. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a tall, muscular man take a seat next to him. The man had a perfectly sculpted thick black beard, curly black hair, and eyes as dark as midnight. He was exceptionally handsome and Damien immediately attracted to him, but he knew the man was way out of his league. Now Damien knew he was a handsome guy, he had no problem picking up a guy at a bar, but this guy was on a whole other level of sexy. He had a dark ruggedness to him that seemed to entrance Damien, so much so that he hadn’t realized he had been staring until he saw those two black eyes looking right back at him. Overcome with embarrassment, Damien’s cheeks flushed and he quickly said, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to stare, I just…” The man waved him off and cut in, “Hey don’t worry about it! The names Lucius, nice to meet you….” “Damien, my name is Damien.” “Well it’s nice to meet you, Damien. What brings you out tonight?” “I am supposed to be meeting up with some friends for drinks tonight, what about you?” Lucius gave Damien a mischievous smile and replied, “I have some business to attend to.” Before Damien could ask about the business Lucius had, his friends entered the bar and pulled away his attention. Lucius got up and said to Damien, “Well I see your friends have arrived, I will leave you to it then. It was nice meeting you, Damien.” Before Damien could ask for his number Lucius had already strolled out the door. Damien’s friends took the empty seats and Damien finished off his gin and tonic. He couldn’t tell if he were mistaken but it seemed to have a different taste than before… About 20 minutes later Damien had started to not feel so well. He had become light headed and dizzy and he had hardly had anything to drink yet! Deciding he wasn’t feeling up to a night of drinking and staying up late, he told his friends goodbye and headed out towards his car. He had only parked a couple blocks away but time seemed to be slowing down and the walk was seeming to take forever. Wondering what could be wrong, he turned the corner and passed an alley and that’s when he felt someone grab him and a bag go over his head. Fear and panic set in as Damien tried to resist against his attacker, but he was feeling extremely weak and a wave of sleepiness was rushing over him. Damien collapsed to the ground as a van pulled up to the curb. Two men got out of the van and threw Damien’s unconscious body inside and drove off. Several hours later Damien started to wake up. He couldn’t remember what had happened or where he was, or how he got home last night. He tried to get up but realized something was restricting him. His eyes fully opened and he began to realize what was happening. He was strapped to a fuck sling with his knees locked above him in stirrups. He was completely naked and exposed, he started to panic as he struggled to break free of the restraints. Looking around he seemed to be inside a church, except that it looked as if it hadn’t been used in a while. His mind raced as he continued to try and get loose of the restraints, he thought he could almost slip his foot out when he heard a loud booming voice say, “Welcome, Brother Damien” **** More to come soon, this is my first posting so any feedback would be appreciated****
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This is my first try at writing a story. I have been so blessed and turned on by the gifts others have given us in their stories, their time and imagination, I thought I would try and do the same. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part one, the background... I grew up the youngest child of a conversative preacher. There was quite a difference in age between my age and that of my siblings. My siblings were also different from me as they also were quite smart and outgoing, and were, like my parents, darkly complected. In contrast I was different as I was shy, naive, trusting, polite, tall, blond, blue. Occasionally someone would tell me I was very handsome and well built, but I knew I was clearly not the brightest kid around, particularly as more than once I was teased about my lack of brain power. I was, however, great in sports and was confident my athletic abilities would get me a scholarship to get away so I could make something of myself. After my Dad took off with a woman from his church, things turned rough for us. My Mom was the talk of the town, utterly devastated by my Father's duplicity. Not surprisingly she retreated into herself. The familial turmoil didn't affect my siblings to the degree it hit me as they were all older, done with college and moved away and had families of their own., so I found myself looking outside of my family for a sense of balance, and I found it in a neighbor who lived just down the street. Mr. C. was a single man, and, aside from having the nicest house, nicest cars, owning several pizza stores, and seemingly having and endless stream of sexy women visitors, the guy was my idol. He even looked like me I always thought, so I fantasized about me having his life. My Dad always talked badly about him, but Mr C was always super nice to me when I would ride by on my bike or stop and talk to him. Mr. C had told me a few times that once I turned 18, I could work at one of his pizza places making deliveries and helping out with clients. Things started to look up. I had been held back one year so I was just starting my senior year in high school and it was my 18th birthday and then I got the letter I had hoped for: a full athletic scholarship to the state university and a cherished full ride scholarship to play hockey and track and field for them. While in high school I had been a really good left defense man, and, after running high hurdles and pole vaulting to new heights, I held the state record, so when one quite warm Saturday afternoon in early summer shortly after graduation I received the letter from the state university offering me an athletic scholarship, I was on top of the world - only for my Mom to announce she was broke. Immediately realizing I would need to find a job to make some money to spend while at school, I recalled Mr. C’s offer to work for him, so I quickly biked down to his house, panting heavily from the exertion of biking in the heat, and, having dropped the bike, I did a dog trot to his back yard where I found him shirtless, cleaning his pool. I had never seen him without a shirt so I was startled to realize his well-developed chest was covered with a thick coating of fur, and his nipples - well can I say? They were absolutely huge. I was so startled, in fact, I found myself involuntarily staring at his chest for several seconds, long enough, in any event, Mr. C. snapped his fingers and said “Pup, Pup, what’s going on? Why are you staring?” A slight digression. My nickname growing up was 'pup' because although I was shy and kind of awkward, I was always so eager and happy to see my friends, which led someone to announce I acted like an excited puppy.... so the nickname 'Pup' stuck. Back to my story, I apologized and said “I am sorry Mr C., I don’t mean to stare, but I always thought you would be smooth and your nipples are huge.” He laughed and asked “Why would you think that, Pup?” Turning beet red I replied "Well, I always thought of myself as a junior version of you, but I'm as smooth as a melon." Chuckling he responded "Yes, well, sorry to disappoint, and yes, I'm sure your nipples are not like mine." I blushed more but responded "Well, your fur is awesome actually and for the nipples, mine are certainly bigger than anyone else’s in gym class, but no, they are not like yours, but I do play with them a lot.” His eyes wide Mr. C. asked "You what, Pup?" My face downcast in embarrassment, and my cheeks flushed a bright shade of red, I managed to reply "Oh, sorry, I sometimes just blurt things out. I shouldn’t have said that. I am sorry Mr. C., but since Dad took off, and all my brothers have moved out of the house, I don't generally have anyone to talk to about things so I tend to forget my filter. Again, sorry. That was definitely TMI." He put his pool cleaning equipment down, walked over to me, and, placing two fingers under my chin, raised my head up, saying "Lukas, look me in the eyes." Complying, his beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine when, with quiet intensity he said “I'm always here to talk to.... about anything,” giving me a smile that reached his eyes. Still locked by his beautiful eyes, a wide cheesy grin blossomed on my face. Approving, Mr. C. ran his fingers through my hair murmuring "You're a good pup. I'm glad to see you smile." Now feeling a bit less awkward, I asked if I could help him and maybe chat with him for a few minutes. "I can always use a helper, Lukas. This pool demands a lot of work." Following his example, I peeled my shirt off and couldn't help but notice he was taking in my chest, so I wasn't not particularly embarrassed when he commented "You know, Lukas, you are right. Your pecs are impressive. It looks all that time in the gym over the summer has done well by you.” "Thanks, Mr. C., I've been working out a lot, and while initially thought the effort would be pointless, after a few weeks even I could see what was happening." Then, taking a deep breath and after a moment of silence to collect my thoughts, I continued asking “Mr. C, do you remember saying that.... well saying maybe.... well maybe I could work at one of your stores when I turn 18?” "Yes, I do, Lukas," Mr C. replied with a noc. "Well today is my 18th birthday and I got accepted to the State University next fall with a hockey and track and field scholarship and really will need some money." Stepping over to my location, Mr. C. gave me a high 5 and then surprised me by lifted me off the ground, which was no small feat as I was 6’2”, but I guess as he had two or three inches on me, and his build was impressive, he had little trouble lifting me. Afterwards he put me back on my feet, and, placing his hands on either side of my face, he pulled me in for a hug and, possibly, a fatherly kiss on my forehead. “I knew you could do it Lukas. I am so proud of you.” It says volumes that Mr. C. was the first person to congratulate me on the scholarship. My Mom hadn't even given much of a response, so it's understandable I found myself grinning ear to ear, basking in the pride Mr. C. emanated. "Pup, did you know I played defense on the hockey team at the State University when I was in undergrad?” “Awesome, I had no idea,” I responded. “Yeah, actually I saw my old Coach Tony in town a few weeks ago. He mentioned he was in town to interview you,” Mr C said. “Wow, really? What a small world it is,” I said. “Yep. I told him, you are a great kid and you work really hard to really please him, the donors and the school." ”Holy cow Mr. C. Thank you so much. I am not sure how I could ever repay you." Mr C. smiled as he assured me "Pup, I know you will not disappoint me. And about the job, hey, what would think of coming to work for me now that you are 18?” It was now my turn to hug him, saying “Gosh Mr C, this is the best day of my life. Thank you so much." "The day is just getting started. I had someone quit last night. It might not seem like much of a gift, but if you could work tonight, it would really help me out." A huge smile on my face I replied "Are you kidding Mr. C? This is the best gift I could ever have received. Of course I will.” Giving me a warm but brief hug, Mr. C. responded "Oh, Pup, we will see if there isn’t another special and wonderful gift waiting for you later.” Hearing that, I hugged him even tighter and then broke the hug and helped him finish cleaning the pool. When we were done and putting the tools away Mr. C. commented "Show up at the store on Front Street at 5:00 PM. I'll meet you there and have a uniform for you." Hearing his message, however, I was somewhat dismayed and answered, "Oh, crap, Mr. C. I don’t have a car." “No worries, son. We'll take my car, and you can use it until you get one. Meet me here at 4:30." I got on my bike, and before riding off replied "Yes Sir. See you at 4:30, Mr C.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Next, part 2. My first night on the job and learning the ropes. I promise.... the gifts of the job offer and other goodies will soon be unveiled.
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I’m an ex army neg guy going to Buff at Mile End this Wednesday 24th January with a poz buddy who is going to use me and pass me around to whoever wants to give me their load. Absolutely no load will be refused. If you’re there, don’t ask, just take. Force me over and ram your dick in.
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So here I am sitting on the couch legs in the air my true master pushing inside me as I yelp begging him to stop not to poz me. The sweat dripping off his brow the room filled with the sweaty scent of two pigs finally doing what they were bred for. It’s kind of a long story so let’s start at the beginning. Years before…. I had come out of yet another long boring relationship, another relationship in which I ended up self-sabotaging to get out off and become single again only to get drunk fuck around make a few mistakes and within another short time find myself in another relationship. Before my latest mistake which is how I ended up with my true master and cheating on my bf of 5 years, I was meeting my master. My master and I had been talking for years and I mean we had been talking since I was in high school and although our paths never crossed we would see each other online and talk and reconnect and it just felt so right but either he or I was in a relationship when the other wasn’t. So fast forward a few years and finally he is single and so am I. We talk online for about a week and make a meeting for Friday night. He walks inside and we just smile at each other and it was on, we started out kissing and moved our way into the bedroom he laid me on my back and ripped my pants off as he yanked his down. It was so fucking hot with the warm weather we were both sweating like pigs and dripping the bed sheets getting soaked. He forced my legs apart and without a question about rubbers he spat on his cock and rammed inside me. Now im no starter to getting fucked but my previous bf’s have been small endowed and I could easily take them, now my master he is thick and long and fuck me I yelped he got balls deep and I just thrashed about on the bed staring into his dark eyes as he continued to fuck me. Making his grunting noises as I stayed under him helpless and not in control. Grunting as he thrusts deep into me I whine as he tells me to fucking take his cock. Staring directly at me as he grinds his hips and forces his cock deeper inside me. He started fucking me harder his hands on my hips, my legs over his shoulders his face above mine dripping sweat onto me. I squeeze my arse down on his cock. It was a good hard deep thrust fuck for a few mins then suddenly, I yelped and his eyes widened I freaked out as he hit my second opening. “FUCK OWWW PULL OUT” I scream the sudden intrusion of pain I have NEVER felt before my head was spinning my body started convulsing I tried to pull away but my master held me tight and continued fucking me harder. Not speaking to me he just grins and fucks harder and holds me tighter and thrusts deeper hitting that spot over and over, my body trembling as I arch my back I start shaking sweating faster I start whimpering and whining my master fuckign harder trying to keep his dick inside me as I try to pull away moaning like a cheap whore. Suddenly my master throws his head back and growls as he unloads into me and I can feel my insides twisting and convulsing into knots as I swear I feel his cock unload his neg juice inside my neg cunt. I jump up and my back arches as I shake my guts churning as I look up at my sexy master and see him grinning as I tell him what’s happening. He gets this confused look and asks if I have never had an internal orgasm and I instantly curl up into a ball and shake uncontrollably as he lays behinds me and fingers my sloppy arse as I yelp out and throw my legs out as I nearly kick him in his nuts. I couldn’t believe it I HAVE NEVER felt this before it was amazing my whole body was on fire and it only intensified every time my master touched me. In the end I had to push him away to calm down. It was amazing it felt like my first time and the look of satisfaction on his face was an immense turn on. Finally, after coming down from my first real orgasm ever we just laid there and looked at each other. At the time I smoked and so did he so we went outside on the balcony in all our glory and just stood out there and smoked. And that was our first meet physically and emotionally we connected and bonded straight away. My only regret is that I just wish we spoke and communicated what exactly we were both really wanting. It could have saved us a lot of heartbreak. More to come If anyone finds this interesting I will post the next story. This is all true and whilst it starts off with both of us NEG it does digress unto our true calling of being poz pigs. The photo attached is off our first meeting and breeding....
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He forces his way down your throat. Push him back? Or let him use you?
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Say you were sucking a guy off when he decided to take it a step up (or in this case a few inches deeper). He wants to force fuck your throat. And not just deep and slow. I mean a really rough throatfuck. Will you let him ravage your throat till he cums or will you push him off?
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white boy needs to fucked rough and hard (even more if you want to take it to extreme). No loads refused. Love to be gangbanged, shared with friends, loaned out. open to: video, pics, anonymous, toxic, role play. Any ideas you have
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He stood out from the crowd. I first saw him in a crowd – well, an audience of business people waiting to hear me speak. 6’ 4” good body and a buzz cut thatch of black hair. Handsome? No! But one of those erm………… ‘nondescript’ faces until you look closely and see properly. Then you realise he’s gorgeous!. “Call me P he said. It’s easier than trying my proper name. What’s this about? It’s about sex and drugs and ……well, a relationship that was prospering until he dropped dead at work one day. It’s mainly about the first time we slammed and got downNdirty. I’m no stranger to any of the sex that gets described, but I hadn’t ever slammed or used ghb and I was fully agreeable to all this beforehand. There was a big element of trust involved too. I was going for a big chem fest so I must have trusted him a fair bit. I wasn’t wrong as it turned out. This is what I remember now about those three days; 4 years later. We’d played a couple of time before but only for a few hours. We were going to slam this time. All sorts of stuff happened, some of which I’ll tell about. There’s bits about me feeling all warm and relaxed to add atmosphere J All this happened roughly in the order I’ve written it and a few of the quotes are verbatim. The rest are …. Representative. The drugs…. Indicative. If we play, I just might show you some of the video we made. Six o’clock, on the dot. I knocked. He’d made a great point of ‘on the dot’. I’d been walking around for 30 minutes and the nervous tension was near fever pitch. Horny ain’t the word. I was charged! He was behind the door as it opened. “Stand still and don’t turn round,” he said, from behind me. The door closed and I heard him lock it. He said, “Strip.” Naked, I felt the touch of cold rubber and was guided forward towards a dim red glow. A shower room with a sling. He handed me a small metal tube and pointing to a small table said, “Do a couple of lines then get into the sling.” In the sling, in the dim light I could see him - a figure enclosed in a black rubber suit, long rubber gloves, waders and wearing a pig mask. He fastened my wrists and ankles to the sling and began cleaning me out with a shower douche. I felt the k kick in. He saw and stuck a poppers inhaler over my nose. “Hey, cunt! Do you want to earn your Pig mask? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” His voice was insistent. I remember groaning Yes just as I slid a good way down a k hole. As I came back I could feel that there was a sound in my cock and something tied round my balls. “Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt? Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” I felt good. Relaxed. Warm. “Ye-e-e-es.” I sighed. Suddenly I felt my cock go rigid as a jolt of something hit it followed immediately by an intense tingling sensation. Then the same thing in my balls. The poppers mask for several deep breaths then he turned up the e-stim machine. Just when I thought I’d start to scream he reduced the power to a much lower level and hit me with the poppers again. “Do you want to earn your Pig mask cunt?” “Yes” was all I could say. He walked to the far wall. In the dim red glow I could see nothing more than inches away. I heard him return and cold rubber was pulled over my face as he pulled a mask on, zipping it up at the back and inserting a tube in my mouth. I could feel something above my head but fastened to the mask and as a stream of hot piss entered my mouth I worked out what it was – a piss funnel. “Like that?” he said after I’d swallowed what felt like gallons of hot, slightly tart, piss. “There’s more to come. Get out of the sling” and he pulled me forward. I stood waiting until he led me forward then left into another room. There was a padded sling which I lay back in.. He took the eye covers off and I looked up to see him enclosed in a full rubber suit with a pig mask. “Im gonna stick you now, ok” He put the eye covers back on. “OK” I said. I felt a sting as the needle went in then coughed a bit. The effect was immediate. I felt a poppers inhaler at my nostrils and took a deep breath feeling his cock slip up my arse. “Can you feel my piss in your hole?” All I could do was moan softly as he pumped his piss into my arse with his cock. As he started to slam his cock in and out of my hole I could fell piss spraying out and over us. Then he put a catheter in and hung the bag from the sling and pushed an enema tube up my arse. He filled the bottle from a large jug. “This is my piss” he said. I’ve been saving it since yesterday. I had to keep it in until he said I could let go. He took some of it in his mouth then passed it to me. We played with some dildos for a while then he blew some k up my arse and fastened my feet into straps attached to a pulley. I could hear a clicking noise as my legs were slowly lifted into the air until I was hanging vertically. Suddenly, he was all action. Parachute harness on my balls with a pulley and weight pulling them up; poppers mask, weighted clamps on my tits…. It became quite intense after a while as he concentrated on opening up my arse. Drink this! I swallowed odd tasting cold water. I felt a speculum going up my arse and felt the thing start to open. As the k started to work he hit me with a blast of poppers and my head went….. black and white is one description – all the action was in black and white. That was the ghb. I remember the next hour or so with a detached feeling; as if it was something I’d watched rather than been part of……. Some dildos and then a blow up one which made me cry a bit. A speculum again; then him standing over me (how did he get up there?) taking a piss in my arse. Getting clamps on my nipples and some weights over a pulley stretching my balls brought a warm glow. Being a bit overwhelmed by a feeling of being relaxed and safe…. Why safe? Having my arse caned was unexpected. I think I surprised him when I answered 12 to being asked, “How many strokes do you want?” Fuck! I felt good afterwards! There’re gaps in what I remember, and now we come to one. I’ve seen the video since and I don’t remember any of the next hour and a bit. But I was having a good time. I remember the eStim unit though. I remember the dildo, the sound, the strap round my balls. I remember him playing with them one at a time. I remember 2 at once. I definitely remember them all at once and the slow, slow, increases in intensity. I remember the inhaler at both nostrils and sucking in poppers like there was no tomorrow……… I very definitely remember him turning the intensity up………..I will never forget coming – I screamed quite loudly. I will always remember the feel of a jet of his spunk hitting my face and the rest being shot into my mouth. I will never forget the pain in my legs after I was winched down. We were well into some chill time and I was feeling pretty much back in the world, but buzzin’ otherwise. We got to chatting about my arse which for years had been a bigger or smaller problem. Now it’s mostly ok, but needs drugs and patience to open up. I know it’s all in my head – I’ve proved it. Up the cruising area for a quickie is no problem. A bit of lube and any cock will go in reasonably easily. Get me in the sling tho’ and yes, cocks are not a problem, but anything else, like I said, it takes drugs and patience. Also getting me worked up into a sexual frenzy the likes of which I haven’t seen since I was in my mid 30s helps (helped) as well! “I seem to be doing ok then in that area” he said. “Mmmm!” said it all really. He was up and over at the table in seconds and soon back with a couple of lines for me. I still haven’t found out what they were, but it didn’t half perk me up. “We’re going to the Heath” he said. “Get you filled with spunk and piss down by the ponds.” “Put these on” and he handed me combats, a t-shirt, my boots and socks and an old denim jacket. While I did that he put things in a backpack and a bottle of poppers in my pocket. “You’ll want these” he said and laughed. I couldn’t wait to get to the car! Thank fuck we hadn’t too far to go as Ps driving was not too organised. Well, it seemed that way to me but I was in no fucking state to judge I guess. Down by the ponds he fastened a collar round my neck and clipped on a lead. The next guy we saw he said, “You wanna use this piss pig m8?” “Can I piss up its ass?” Sure! P handed me a poppers mask. I put it on and inhaled deeply then bent over.. The guy stuck his cock in my slippery hole and fucked me for a while, then I felt hot piss running down my leg and he started to fuck me hard, quickly shooting his load inside me. Now we had an audience and some guy was catching the dribbles of my piss out of the catheter. Someone else was made the same offer; and another; and another. 4 I think. By this time I was so drug fucked and horny I was getting a bit frenzied and he said, “Let’s earn that Pig Mask.” He dragged me off up a path and into some bushes, took my arm and stuck me again. “Just a top up Pig” he said, putting the empty syringe back in his pocket. It took a good 10 minutes for my head to clear and to be able to walk but I was havin’ fun! We walked back towards the ponds but headed off into a small gap, along a track that ended at a small open area in some bushes. There were other guys there… nine or ten I guess, all up to some kind of sex in 2 groups. I don’t remember much about the next hour or so, but he told me after that about 6 had pissed up my arse and that I’d drunk piss from quite a few others. Then came the moment I needed to not be (only just) standing outdoors! “Want to go?” he said. Next thing I knew I was in the car and heading back. How did I feel? …….weird! I was very paranoid about being outdoors – anywhere outdoors, but not panicked if you know what I mean. I slept for a while and woke up feeling fine! “You’ve still got to earn the mask.” Words I later came to appreciate. In the sling, in a one piece rubber suit and rubber piss hood with a speculum slowly being opened he blew some more K up my arse. “I’m going out to get a couple more guys”, he said. You can have this while I’m out! It’s a pint of yesterday’s piss.” I felt the tube go in and then the piss as it started to fill my arse. I heard him leave and wondered he’d put in my hand. I was holding a rubber bulb which I squeezed and got a blast of poppers. After I stopped buzzing i lay there feeling warm, comfortable and very horny and blasting the poppers every now and then. I began to wonder who he’d bring back and immediately started having hallucinations. A blast of poppers was a bit of overkill really cos I was off down a K hole. The hallucinations were quite intense and when I came out of it I felt drained. As I was lying there recovering I became aware of warm piss trickling out of my ass and down my back. I started to get very horny and was blasting poppers when nearly crapped myself as I felt hands on me. “Quiet!” “It’s me. You want to use this?” I heard 2 voices say yes. Somebody pissed in the funnel. Somebody took the enema tube out and started sucking piss out of my ass hole. I could feel the scratch of his stubble when he worked his tongue into my hole. Same guy, I think, stuck his cock up me and started to fuck me but stopped suddenly and released a stream of his piss into my hole. I could feel it filling me up, then his mouth round my hole as he sucked it out. I know he passed it to somebody else before they passed it to me to swallow. I could feel somebody doing something to my arse but not what – I was still buzzin a fair bit at this point when I was told to drink again – more ghb. Somebody (P, I guess) had also put more K up my arse and then hit me with the poppers and I was off again. Different though – not as detached. They played with me for a long time. Again, some of it I don’t remember, but most I do. Like lying on the floor with a double dildo up me and one of the other guys while P and the 2nd one were taking a break. I remember being flogged by the shorter one while P played with the eStim dildo up my arse. I remember the third hit of tina and everything that happened after. We played for another day, on and off. We found a guy on Gaydar who came round and had some piss fun with us. I piss fucked him then bred him with a load that seemed like pints to me. You should see the face I pulled! We found another guy on the ‘dar. I was well up for him – covered in all that hair! The tone of play changed with him too and that was nice. More relaxed and intimate to be honest. And it got me my Pig mask.
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the rest stop is real, everything else is... I’m a senior in college, play baseball and am deeply closeted. For a few years, I’ve stopped at a rest stop near the airport for some under the stall fun, knowing I’m far away from anyone who’ll recognize me. On a few occasions, I’ve even gone to a truck with a trucker to suck him off in privacy. I’ve never gone further then sucking, even when some of the truckers have wanted my ass. Some have even offered me money, but I’ve been too scared. One Sunday afternoon, I was fooling around on a cruising/hook-up app when a message popped up. I looked at the picture and the guy had no face pic, but the body picture was nice. I opened the message and was kind of shocked by what it said. “That was a really hot blow job you gave me a couple nights ago.” I looked and reread the message again, shocked that a message this direct and revealing was coming to me. I responded back, “Think you got me mixed up with someone else.” Few minutes went by with no response, and I was thinking the guy had been too ashamed to respond. Finally, just as I had put the message aside, I got another notice of a message, from the same guy. Thinking it’d be a simple, “My bad” response I opened the message. The words in the message chilled me to the bone. “No, you stupid punk. You sucked my cock, in my truck at the rest stop on I-5, near the airport. We started under the stall, you in the middle one, me in the handicap stall.” I again read and reread the message, thinking to myself that I had sucked a guy off in his truck the other night, and it had started in the restroom. I had never had a public/anonymous hook-up find me online. I tried to play it off and replied back that he might have mistaken me for someone else. Few minutes later, another reply. “No boy, it was you. Gray sweater, Cal Bear logo front, hoody. Jeans and green running shoes. We went to my truck where you sucked my cock. You begged me to let you swallow my load. When I touched your ass, you shoved my hand away and said you don’t get fucked. Sound familiar yet? Or do you need to see your lips wrapped around my cock?” The fear jumped from a six to about 12 when he described exactly what had happened, down to the color of my shoes. What terrified me most was that he implied there was a picture of me sucking him. I responded back, “What the hell is going on?” Ten minutes of silence and I was in a panic. Finally he responded, “What’s going on is I want a piece of that hot boy ass you got or the video of you sucking me, begging for my load and swallowing it like it was the last drink you’d ever get accidentally pops on Xtube.” Immediately after the message came an image alert. I accepted the picture and I see my face, very clearly, with my lips wrapped around the cock. A second file comes through, this one of an audio file. My stomach turns to rock as I hear myself begging, “Give me your load. Let me swallow it.” I’m almost in tears, terrified of what this means. I respond back, “What do you want?” He replies, “I told you I want that ass of yours. I want those tight ass lips stretched around my cock. It’s your choice boy, your ass is mine either way.” I looked at his response and tried to figure out what I could do. After realizing there was no way out, I responded back. “When?” The response was immediate, like he knew he had me. “You’ll be at the rest stop tonight, 9:30 sharp. Wear a jockstrap. Go in the handicap stall. There will be a bag with a couple of items and instructions. Follow the instructions and wait for the next step. Remember, if you’re not there at 9:30, the video goes to Xtube and maybe your coach will get a copy of it also?" End part 1. let me know if you want part 2.
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29yo average white guy with well used hole. Total amyl pig, 420 friendly. Really digs being the bottom in a forced roleplay sessh. To get the idea's flowing and the cocks twitching, I've never had someone tie me down and force themselves inside me used no lube or spit, it would certainly be painful and gets me rock hard.
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am i strange to want to be forced - in most ways. i am inked and pierced and want more without choice, and in a scene. pig also likes to play hard and dirty - but cna also switch with the right pig(s). Comments? thanks.
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Andrew was a young androgynous model. At 5'5 he was small andeffeminate He headed out to his first real photo shoot. The photographer was a 6'7 and the most amazing man I have ever seen. When I walked in he set down his camera on the table and walked over to me and wrapped his big muscled arms around me and started kissing my neck gently. I felt helpless and turned on at the same time. The bulge in my pants grew rock hard as he started rubbing my butt. His hands slipped around my waist and unbuttoned my pants fell down around my ankles. He turned me around and slipped them off. He undid his pants to revel huge erect member. I dropped to my knees. I tasted the warm salty taste of his pre cum as it shimmered on his perfect head. I started licking his head and then started licking his shaft. He moved my head over his shaft. I started to suck he pushed my head down. I gagged as I tried to swallow his huge member he pushed my head down. He let go of my head and pulled me up to my feet. He brought his hand down and started jerking me off. I could not take it any longer I blew all over his muscled body. He laughed and asked if this was my first time and I said yes. He turned me around bent me over the table I felt him drip a warm liquid down my crack. He then slipped a finger into my tight hole I moaned and begged him to keep going. He then slipped in three finger and started moving in and out working the lube in. He pulled his finger out and then he spread me open a I felt the him pressing against my hole. He started to enter me I felt my hole stretch as he pushed in deeper I moaned and struggled to get away. He held me against the table and kept pushing. I yelped as he started to move faster and harder. He started kissing my neck and I relaxed. He picked up the pace and then paused. I felt a warm gush of fluid and he went limp. We were both breathing hard. He pulled out and stepped back. I stood up and a warm gush of liquid flooded out. It was tinted pink. He picked his camera up and took some pictures and said he wanted to see me again. He gave me an address and told me he had some friends that would like to meet me
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I don't know if anyone else ever found this, but maxxxcock.blogspot.com had a great thread called "Gay Rape Scenes from Mainstream Movies and TV," which featured some really hot stuff. Almost none of it showed anything X rated, but it was some hot shit. Almost all scenes implied raw/bareback sex, and it was some of the greatest jerk-off material I ever found. Obviously some was pretty disturbing bc of what your imagination could fill in. But for most of it, imagining being that bottom, held down, tied up, mocked, forced... FUCK!!! Apparently, blogspot.com has deleted this blog, which is fucking tragic. If anyone has any leads on where this stuff reappears, or if you have an email for maxxxcock to help get his site up and running on a less prudish platform, please get in touch via private message or reply here. Those of you who never experienced it, my condolences. It was really special for any of us who fantasize about getting forced to take some hot bare dick and loads up the ass!
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After dumping POZ Loads in 3 Dudes, I went down to the Maze while working up a Load to CHARGE the NEXT PIG with. That's where I saw him—an instant turn-on. It was his salt-and-pepper hair and abundant body fur that whet my whistle. I wasn't looking for a Fuck, but for the chemistry was ripe between us. I cornered him and locked my Lips on his right Nip. He drew my mouth to his, and rammed his hot tongue down my throat. We dropped our towels and went at it like dogs. I wedged my tongue into his armpit and slurped his ripe and juicy sweat. He went down on me while I stretched to finger his tight Muscle Hole. We drew a crowd as we pawed each other—kissing, licking, pounding, biting—like two fuckin’ Cunts. I invited him up. I almost never take guys to my room, because it's where I go to chill out between Fucks; but I was totally taken with the guy. I might just fuck this Muscle Dad. As soon as the door closed behind us, the tables turned. The Fucker was all over me, pushing me to the bed and jumping on me like some 500 pound gorilla. Actually, he only had about 10 pounds over me, but he used his girth to full advantage. Not that I resisted—the Fucker was on fire. His passion, overwhelmed me. He bit my neck, shoulder and pecs, leaving crimson hickeys on my bod. I did the same to him, clawing at his back as he gripped me like a Sumo wrestler. The room was hot and sweat rolled off us. He wrapped his arms around me like a Boa Constrictor, gagging me with his hot tongue. I thought I'd shoot my Wad right then. In the Haze of Lust I didn't even realize what happening as he forced my legs apart. The Stud was gonna fuck me! That wasn't what I’d planned, but I was primed for anything. He yanked me to his shoulders, spit on his Shaft, and pressed his turgid Cock to against my Cunt. I took a hit of Jungle Juice to steel myself against the searing pain I knew was cuming. OMG, IT WAS EXCRUCIATING! My unfucked Mancunt had tightened up. He used his strength and body weight to thrust his Manhood deep inside of me. I tried to relax, but felt him tearing up my Guts. He raised his hips, compressed my legs against my chest, and drove straight into my bowels. Dizzy with Poppers, I cried aloud. He was crazed with Lust, and fucked with such a frenzy that I knew, had I protested, he would have RAPED ME. I know—I’m like that, too. The only difference was I was the Bottom. "You want my Pussy, Dude? Just fuck me!. Shoot your Load in me!." "Yeah, Stud, I'm gonna fuck yer Mancunt good! My Balls are bustin' up with Spooge—got "Faggot" spelt all over it! "Is it POZ Jizm, Bud?” "Fuck, yeah, I'm POZ. Wadya think? I'm some stupid fuckin' NEG? Got Dirty Jizz for you. Nothin' but the highest Viral Load , the most drug resistant Strain. Sound good? I'll bet it does. Cunts like you crave the Death Fuck, doncha, Babe? You’re hooked on Toxic Spooge. And I'll betcha wanna take some Faggots with you when you go. Well, same with me, Pal. And I'm startin’ off with YOU!" He plowed me voraciously, as I clawed his back and yanked his hips against me to make sure I got every drop of Venom from his Balls. "Fuck, yeah, Stud! Breed me! Give me your Poison. I want it ALL." In a blur the Daddy flipped me over and drew up my knees, pummeling my Butt. He pinned my wrists, and I felt his Cock mushroom as his pace accelerated and his breathing transmogrified to pants. In the mirror I watched the Pervert rape me, his muscles straining as he ravaged me; and I struggled to return his Thrusts. He bit my neck as I cursed and whined and whimpered like a fuckin’ Wimp. "Goddamn, Fucker, here it Cums! Fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Take that Fuckin’ Nasty Bug! I'm breeding your goddamn Pussy—NOW!!!! Uhhhhhhhh! Oh, Yeahhhh!" I felt his Shaft explode as torrents of NOXIOUS JIZZ flowed past my shredded Mancunt into my Blood. He let go of my wrists and locked his arms around me, biting as he went. Exhausted, I went limp. He collapsed on top of me. Moments later he drifted off—trapping me beneath him, his Seed fermenting in my Ass.
