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This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --
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Years of sucking so many cocks! Never been fucked! Now I want to be a true slut, a bareback cumdump! My fantasy... A hung top. Put me on my knees (as a Sissy or not). Piss all over me (first time too)! Shove me face down and mount me! Fuck your load into me! Fuck me like a Faggot! Simi Valley, CA
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In my late 20s I was living in Boston (I lived there from 1987-1995)...this happened the last year I lived there. I was beginning to discover kink and trying things out. I had gone out one night when a friend was DJing at a bar, and walked home around midnight. I lived near the Christian Science Church on the east side of the Fenway and used to regularly cruise in the Back Bay Fens park which was super cruisy at night then. Wandered around a bit and started making out with a sexy, hairy, beefy guy. I invited him back to my apartment, and as we were walking out of the park I ducked behind a bush to piss. He said "Wait. Save it." I responded, "wait....what?" My dick was instantly hard and I was SO turned on. I knew that people did piss play but it had never occurred to me to do it, nor had I ever had the opportunity. We ran back to my apartment and shucked our clothes in the hallway. My bladder was really full by this point and he jumped in the tub and I let it go. It was so hot. He had really thick chest hair and it was dripping off his beefy tits and tummy. He stood up and kissed me, pulling me toward him while he was still dripping piss. The moment was electric. He smiled real big and said "your turn." I didn't hesitate for a second. I got in the tub and he let a huge hot stream of piss go all over me. Then we rinsed off and went to my bedroom and fucked like rabbits. I figured I would never see hiim again because he had a boyfriend (I was single then). Flash forward a month or two and I'm sitting in the chair waiting for someone to come in and clean my teeth. Who walked in? You guessed it. Beefy piss guy. It was so weird having someone flirt with me while he was cleaning my teeth (which is decidedly unsexy). I never saw him again. 🙂 I was completely hooked. I started seeking out piss porn (which was HARD to find back then). Later on I got into more types of piss play but never really liked drinking it (gave me the runs) but I sure liked it up my ass when I was fucked up.
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I met David on Twitter several years ago; we both followed some interesting people with hashtags like #bbbh, #gaybdsm, #gaypiss, #gayfisting, and others. As I scrolled through who he followed, I noticed a lot of guys who were poz or chasers. So, I reached out through a direct message just to say hello. We chatted a bit and he seemed like a nice guy. We exchanged profile names for a popular website for men into BDSM. David's profile was short, "Rubber Dom seeks pigs for raunchy sex play, fisting, and fucking. HIV+ but neg friendly, raw only and I don't pull out." I checked out his galleries and saw various images of him in rubber. He was a sexy man with an evil smile and glint in his eyes. No nudes, just my imagination and I got off looking at his pictures. We continued to chat on occasion just casually learning about each other. Not once did we discuss sex or his being poz and my being neg. I figured he just wasn't into me. Couldn't hurt to have a connection in London since I go there occasionally for work. One day I posted a pic of my hungry hole to Twitter. I was in my rubber catsuit kneeling, bent forward, zipper on my ass down, slipping a finger in...David retweeted my image with a comment about a nice hole to breed. I liked his post and went to bed. The next morning, I logged into the website to a message from David. "I want to breed you and fist it deep, boy." Attached was a picture of a beautiful uncut, veiny, pierced cock. INSTANT WOOD! I immediately responded, "Yes Sir, please breed my pighole." We chatted back and forth as I lay in bed stroking thinking about him breeding me. As I shot my load, David sent me a message, "You better take a picture of you cleaning up your cum and send it to me boy." Fuck, he knew I was jerking off...I responded "Yes Sir!" "Good boy, now Sir has to wrap up His work day." I cleaned up, taking pictures and a video and sent them to him. Then I showered and went to work. We still hadn't talked about him being poz and my being neg. I decided that needed to change. I needed to see just how open he was to chasers. That night, I sent him a message along the lines of...I noticed you are HIV+ and wanted to let you know I'm HIV- but poz friendly, I'm on PrEP. I figured that would break the ice. The next morning, David had sent me a message. "Yes pig, I figured you were on PrEP seeking poz loads. I'm poz and currently on meds, so I'm undetectable."- 109 replies
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Just a question to other bottoms out there. Does anyone else feel the urge to piss themselves when fucked? Especially with a big cock pressing up inside me. I can’t help it I’m already in a “lose control“ frame of mind but all I have to do is squeeze a little and I start pissing whether I feel like I need to or not. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be drenched either in my own or another's streams but its not always wanted. I know its just pressure from inside making me squeeze it out but it also feels good too, a mix of relief coupled with the pleasure of being fucked. My only concern is that it’s becoming normal for me. I kinda want it because it does feel good. Even when I’m alone and dildo fucking myself I lean back as I ride and spray. Anyone else?
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Starting a piss group on Kik message gayboy2435
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Live in Albuquerque New Mexico looking to be someone human toilet and I mean full on toilet hook me up to one and use it
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Chapter 1: My Backstory Growing up I had a terrible childhood. Both of my parents were abusive towards me and degraded me every chance they got. School wasn't any better. I was picked on for being smaller than the other kids my age. Girls would laugh at me and the boys kicked my ass every chance they got. I guess my testosterone levels were low because I had a feminine voice even after hitting puberty. My penis didn't grow hardly any after puberty. At 16 I got a job at one of the local fast food restaurants. Luckily it was within walking distance of my house. My manager was a cool guy. He seemed to take an instant liking to me. One evening as we were closing up my manager Bill came up behind and just barely touched my back and I fell down in pain. He knew something wasn't right so in front of a couple of other employees he had me lift my shirt and that's when the abuse I had suffered for so many years came to light. He immediately called the police on my parents and they were arrested within the hour. Having nowhere to go Bill asked the police if it was ok for him to watch over me. They saw no problem with it. That night after arriving at Bill's house he had me tell him everything. My home life, school, and any other thing I could tell him. After telling him everything I sobbed like a little baby. He gave me a hug and said everything would be ok. He did tell me he was gay and asked me if that bothered me. It didn't. I was just thankful for him for saving me. A couple of weeks went by and I was withheld from school so I could heal. After taking time off from work and school I was beginning to heal up. One day during my healing process Bill received a letter saying my parents would be on trial the following week. Honestly I didn't want to see them again but with Bill's help I was able to testify in court. My parents were both found guilty on several charges and sentenced to 40 years a piece in prison. At the end of the trial there was an emergency hearing to determine where I would now be living. Bill stepped up and said he had no problem with me living with him. The court asked me if that was ok and I said yes. Also on the courts suggestion I was to be immediately pulled from school for my own protection. Normally that's unheard of but seeing that the teachers at the school weren't willing to protect me then there was no other choice but to pull me out. As we left the courthouse Bill asked me if I would call him Daddy now. Being naive I didn't realize what this would mean in the future. I agreed to call him Daddy from now on. Looking back it seemed only right. As we drove home he told me that I didn't have to work at the restaurant any longer. My job was to take care of our home and him. I just nodded my head and said Yes Daddy. Daddy took really good care of me and his friends seemed to like me as well. I was definitely enjoying being a Daddy's Boy. When my 18th birthday rolled around Daddy asked me what I wanted. I was so grateful to him already for being my Daddy that I innocently told him that all I wanted to do was please him forever. Daddy took this in a whole other way. I was about to find out that Daddy had been grooming me for the last two years to truly be his boi.
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I spent several years delivering for a building supplier. A few drops led to encounters - mostly just fumbled wanks and quick blow jobs, but this one time was different. That day, I had just the one delivery - my wagon was loaded up with a whole house worth of plumbing - pipe, radiators, a kitchen and three bathrooms. I drove from south east London, right through town to a bungalow in outer west London. It was a hot, frustrating drive and I'd emptied a litre of water down my throat by the time I arrived. From outside, it looked like a decent house - set in the middle of a large garden which was churned up and muddy at the front; but inside was completely empty. There wasn't even a proper floor - a stepladder took us down almost 6 feet to a packed earth floor just inside the front door. I set to unloading with the guy on site. He was about 5'6", my age (mid twenties,) and tightly muscled like me from physical labour. I almost towered over him at 6' dead. It took over an hour to haul everything in and get it stacked, all the while my bladder was getting more insistent for relief. Once we'd finished, he led me over to a couple of folding chairs and put a kettle on a camping stove to get tea on the brew. "Man, think I'm gonna piss myself." I looked around, "where do you go?" He looked around and shrugged, "Usually where I'm standing." He fixed my eyes with his and smirked, then dropped to his knees in front of me, still looking up at me. I started pissing before I'd managed to get my cock out properly, splashing over my jeans and boots before he bent forward to take my stream in his mouth. After all the water I'd drunk, I pissed for England. He swallowed some and let the rest run over his chin and down his chest. As my stream ebbed away, he took my pierced knob head in his mouth and swirled the last drops round with his tongue. I was already half hard, and that quickly brought me to full mast. I'm not the biggest by any means, but my uncut 6.5" with 3mm PA has always served me well. I lifted him off and sat in one of the chairs, opening my wet jeans further and pulling out my balls. He shuffled closer and buried his face in my sweaty, piss soaked crotch, licking at my shaft and balls. His stubble scratched at my shaft and over the crown, until he took me in his mouth and started working my shaft with his tongue. When he started choking on my ring, he lifted his arse and pulled down his trackie bottoms. I reached down, slip a finger along his crack and pushed hard at his hole. He whimpered, and pushed back. My finger sank into him and his arse clenched when he gagged. I kicked him away and stood over him with my boot on his cock, spat on his face. He licked it of his lips. I knelt between his legs and put his boots on my shoulders. My cock, wet from his sucking, bumped his cunt and I pushed in hard. He was tight and dry - it hurt my cock and he screwed his face in pain. I held his arms down and took my time feeling around inside him, until he relaxed around me. I took a few long slow strokes before driving hard and fast. When he started to struggle, I grabbed his throat and picked up my pace. Eventually I had to flip him over and use my extra size and bulk to hold him down while I raped his arse. I had one hand round his throat and the other round his cock and he kept struggling which only made me fuck harder. Then he went stiff, clamped his cunt round my cock and pumped out a great handful of spunk. I pulled my hand out and dropped half his spunk on my cock before plunging back in to his still twitching hole, licked up a wad and wiped the rest in his face. He licked at my hand and sucked my fingers. That was the trigger - I yelled out as my spunk exploded into him. I spasmed inside him until my balls ached and my cock softened in him. We just lay there a few minutes catching our breath. As I relaxed, my bladder started nagging at me and my cock stiffened enough for me to push in before letting it flow. My piss squirted out past my shaft over my balls and up my belly. I couldn't help but start fucking and almost as soon as I'd stopped pissing, I came again. This time, I pulled out and flopped him over to wipe myself over his face. We shuffled around until he could suck me clean properly. Soon, I booted him away again, got up, put myself away and left.
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I had never known about trucker bombs. Well, I read about them, but never really understood until I entered a stall at a truck stop and found a 2 liter bottle of beautiful yellow-orange fluid. Truckers often have to go a long time between stops and use such bottles to allow them to piss while still moving. I know authorities frown on the practice, like texting, yet they do it. Some toss them in the trash. One was kind enough to leave the bottle right there in the stall. I picked it up and discovered it had been pissed on, and the floor was wet. I used toilet tissue to dry it, making sure it didn't leak. That sweet bottle was 3/4 full. I had to smell it. I opened the lid carefully and took a whiff. It was some strong stuff. I wondered about the taste. Should I sample and leave the bottle for others? Should I take it? It was a decision. It wasn't long before I secreted the bottle in my bag, took it to the car. Found another bottle in the trash. Yes, I dug for it. I went the back into the stall, and instead of pissing in the pot, I pissed in the bottle. I left it as a gift since I was stealing the precious fluid. After driving an hour, I could no longer control my urges. I drive off on a side road where I found a country lane. Out of sight of the main road, I parked. I took my first drink of that bottle. Oh, it was nice. I realized I should have shaken it up first. So, I recapped the bottle, shook it up, and had another drink, stronger this time as the salts had been moved around. After the third drink, I capped the bottle and drove on home. Now, I check every stall in the restrooms. In hopes to find more, I check every truck stop that I pass. If any truckers read this, please donate your piss, don't pour it out. I know that I'm addicted and want you to help me and all the other addicts.
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Looking for a group or regular pig top to use me. Bathhouse is good too. Hit me up. CumhungryMO on bb rt and adam for adam.https://assets.s3xstatic.com/bz/uploads/monthly_2019_12/gallery_1790_2560_1408653407_27108.jpg.8da9b655a0716f6ed333dfff7aef737d.jpg
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I was owned by a master for a short period of time. i mentioned some of the actions we did in my other post. One of them is piss play. I love drinking the first void of his piss in the morning, in bed. One day, we stopped at a fast food restaurant to get a quick bite. I needed to use the restroom so I will get the food while he waited in the car. He told me any fountain drink would do. So, after I got the order, i went to the restroom, poured out his drink and filled the cup with my piss...it was the most turned on moment for him when he gulped down my piss from the cup. Any new creative ideas, let me know!
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I’m such a pathetic small dick piss fag that deserves being humiliated till my phone breaks. Feel free to text call leave voice texts or more making fun of me, degrading me and ruining my phone number. That is my number in pic below. Feel free to copy and post else where to ruin me. I love being smacked around used and abused only to be pissed on and tossed out forced to walk home clothes and face piss soaked. It’s so embarrassing. It’s where I belong.
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I finally took my first pee load from a stranger and it was amazing. I've been peed on but never peed in, and it's been a major fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember. I've been doing solo WS for years and I took the step of asking my boyfriend to give me a golden shower last year. I've been wringing my own piss into my mouth from my underwear and loving it, but I wanted to take a hot piss load and swallow it. It feels so liberating to be able to say I did it! I can't explain why, but it feels like I've been screaming at the top of my lungs and nobody could hear me. And now I've been heard and my fantasy came true.
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I need a man or two to use me train me to be a sex bondage slave. No pull outs, piss in my arse tie gag me make me a bitch for man smells,seed and nappy play
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I was at Black & Blue this bast weekend and went to a spa after the Masque Ball. i had a younger chub top enter my room and start to finger my ass. He wasn't much of a talker but he climbed on top and entered my ass. He shoved his dick in me balls deep and immediately started to raw fuck me after about 15 minutes his breath picked up and he said it was time to knock me up. My ass started to feel warm as he came deep in my hole. He slowly ground his cock in my ass when he asked if he could piss in me. I responded that he could do whatever he wanted. Slowly I could feel my hole getting warm and wetter. A minute later he started to fuck me. Then he said, I'm going to get you pregnant and fuck you every day. He started to ram his dick into my hole harder and started to grunt as he came in my sloppy hole. he pulled out and I sucked him clean.
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Raw bttm heading to Montreal October 10-15. Staying at Hotel St. Catherine and looking to take all loads. Also looking for some pigs to use me as a urinal.
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A Couple in the Bar My boy and I were taking a much-needed vacation to reconnect and have some down time. We’d both been traveling a lot for work and hooking up with other guys, nearly always bareback. He would send me texts that his top hookup would take of my boy’s hands on his ass, cheeks spread wide, and his hole oozing fresh cum. It always boned me up and then I’d likely log onto one of the apps and find a guy to come over to my hotel and take my load. It was risky, but super hot. We’d talked about starting up PrEP again, which we’d both been on before we started seeing each other, but somehow never got around to it. So, we went to a seedy gay bar in a midwestern town and saw a handful of hot guys. I spotted to very sexy men, one older, one younger but clearly a couple, a beefy guy with a shaved head and a slightly-wasted look. His boyfriend was a scrawny twinky guy, also with a buzzed head. After a few beers, I went to the bathroom to take a piss in the trough. The daddy guy followed me and stood right next to me. He made grunting oink noises and I saw him pull out his meaty cock with a huge gauge prince albert piercing. He took a piss while looking at me and oinked knowing I was drooling over his cock. He told me he’d see me around and left the bathroom. When I got back to our spot at the bar, the younger guy was chatting up my boy while the daddy was ordering a round of beers. I got back to them and the daddy gave me a bottle. My boy excused himself to the bathroom and the younger guy followed, winking at the daddy. Of course, they were in the bathroom a little too long and the daddy invited us back to their place for the night. I knew the reason for our vacation was to reconnect, but this was too hot of an opportunity to pass up. I gulped my beer down and headed to the bathroom to find my boy bending over the trough as the younger guy was on his knees eating my boy’s hole. I cleared my throat and my boy sheepishly looked up at me. I told them we were headed back to daddy’s place and my boy pulled his jeans up and tucked his leaking hard cock into them. We made a quick exit as daddy paid the bar tab. Thankfully, they lived right around the corner, and we walked there, with the daddy’s hands down the back of my pants and the younger guy clearly fingering my boy’s spit-lubed hole. They tore our clothes off of us as soon as we were in their small run-down apartment. My boy and I were shoved down on the bed on our backs, and the guys climbed on top of us and we made out hardcore. I went down on the younger guy while my boy blew the daddy. I rarely bottom, but I knew I wanted that thick cock and prince albert inside me, and I thought it would be hot to see my boy take it too. My boy was lapping at daddy’s balls and said, ‘these seem really full. You good for a couple of loads?’ Daddy just oinked in reply. The younger guy and I made out on our knees as my boy sucked my cock. I leaned forward to spread his ass open and guided that raw daddy dick into his hole. I love that moment of delivering a new raw cock inside him. The younger guy got in front of my boy’s mouth and shoved his dick in. He had be get behind him and spit on his hand, lubing up his ass. My dick plopped right inside him. It was clear that regularly taking daddy’s dick had really loosened him up. As we fuck each other’s boys, their faces were next to each other and they started making out, lunging forward as they took our cocks. Daddy started cursing and really pounding my boy. I knew he was close to losing his first load. Sure enough, he started to cum inside my boy, without slowing down or even offering to pull out. My boy had just taken this daddy load without even knowing his name. Daddy caught his breath and asked me if I was close. I shook my head no. ‘He’s too loose for you, right?’ I nodded, almost embarrassed. But the daddy grinned knowing it was his girth that had ruined his boy’s hole. Daddy had me lay down on my back and his boy mounted my dick facing me. The boy bent forward as daddy slapped his cummy cock on his boy’s ass. I heard a camera sound as my boy snapped a photo of our cocks going into the boy's ass. I felt that cool metal plop inside his boy’s hole alongside mine. The boy groaned as his hole was stretched to the limits. My boy knelt down, fingering his cummy ass and ate daddy’s hole as we fucked away. I was close to cumming, and I knew I wasn’t finished, so I let my cock plop out of the boy’s ass. I crawled out from under them and made out with my boy, fingering the goo dripping down his thigh. I needed a piss and offered it to anyone who wanted it, but they all shook their heads ‘no’ so I headed to the bathroom as my boy got on his knees next to the boy and invited daddy to go back and forth between their holes. Seeing those guys fuck made it tough to walk away, and difficult to piss with a full hard-on. I heard my boy groan as daddy entered him. As I finally went down enough to piss, I noticed two bottles of B******* on the counter, and I knew it instantly to be one of those newly approved one-a-day HIV meds. These guys were POZ, but medicated. I noted there were two names on them, Brian and Dan, but didn’t have a clue which man was which, only that they were both POZ and I wanted to take their cum. When I got back to the bedroom, they had changed positions. My boy was on his back holding his legs up. The boy was pounding his ass, about to breed him with his POZ cum. I laid down next to him and pulled my legs up. He looked over at me and smiled, blissed out and full of raw stranger cock. ‘Babe,’ I said. ‘They’re POZ.’ He had a momentary look of shock as the daddy oinked again and his boy announced, ‘I’m cumming! Breeding you good!’ Daddy nodded as he pressed forward and that cool metal ring teased my ass. My boy kissed me hard as daddy slipped inside my tight hole with nothing to lube me up but his leaking precum and our boys’ ass juices. Daddy didn’t stop until he was balls deep inside me, then he hammered away. I was lucky he was close to cumming or he really would have ruined my hole. The boy knelt beside daddy and slid his finger into my hole alongside that thick raw cock stretching me out as much as I’ve ever been. Daddy looked straight into my eyes and nodded, ‘Gonna breed you, slut, just like I bred your boy. Fuck yeah!’ With that, he picked up his speed and jackhammered my ass. I felt a soothing wetness and warmth as his cum seeped into my guts. He collapsed on top of me. Feeling his weight and furry chest grind into me was amazing. He slowly got softer until my tightness pushed him out of me. I went to the bathroom to clean up and daddy followed me saying he liked to watch his prey cleaning up to ensure they didn’t try to push out his seed. I didn’t, and he pointed to the meds on the counter. I said it was hot taking POZ cock even if it was medicated. He looked a little confused and then picked up one of the bottles. He took the cap off to show that the foil liner was in place, unopened. He then handed me the bottle and pointed to the date. I noted it was dated last year. He told me his boy convinced him to start treatment after infecting him… and that he’d convinced his boy to stay off them, just as he had. I got lightheaded as I realized that my and my boy had just taken unmedicated loads. I steadied myself and saw my boy in the doorway making out with daddy and the younger guy. He smiled at me and reached out to me, pulling me into the four-way kiss. My boy led us both back to the bed side by side and laid down on his belly, ass up, encouraging me to do the same. Daddy and his boy bred me and my boy at least two more times that night. We got daddy’s cell and promised to take their seed anytime they wanted to share it.
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Asleep and Taking Loads My boy and I have been coming up with some fun risky scenarios to play out getting him more comfortable taking raw POZ cock. It totally turns both of us on. Over the past few months, I’ve shared his holes with a few guys, mostly buddies, mostly NEG or POZ and medicated. He suggested lining up a few NEG guys online to come over for some group fun and pretend to be drugged up and knocked out. He figured I’d be there to keep things from getting out of hand, so where’s the real harm, right? He told me that he’d start to moan or ‘wake up’ if he’d had too much and wanted to stop. Plus, I’d get to watch these strangers breed my boy and then fuck their cum into his ass. What could go wrong? My boy decided that Saturday night would be our best bet to get a lot of guys. I placed an ad with a few naked pictures showing his hole full of cock, one of it freshly bred and leaking seed, letting guys know he was serious: GUY TAKING NEG LOADS WHILE PASSED OUT. FUN STARTS AT MIDNIGHT THIS SATURDAY. SEND PICS AND STATS FOR ADDRESS. Within the next two days, I’d had about ten replies. Most were from NEG guys who loved the idea. One was from someone POZ saying how risky it was just to trust people. He went on to say that some POZ guys might just say they were NEG and join the scene anyway. He included a pic of his muscular back with a big biohazard tattoo and a really nice, slightly saggy ass. I knew he was right, but sent the address and instructions to come on in to the rest of the NEG guys who I wanted to see raw top my sleepy boy. Saturday afternoon we had an early light lunch and I got the house ready while my boy lounged in the tub and took his time really deep cleaning. We put the bed in the middle of the room and stripped it of our normal sheets with a black rubber mattress cover in their place. My boy took a few hits of poppers and laid down as I ate his hole. Around 11:45, I heard the front door open and two or three voices chatting as they came up the stairs. My boy winked at me and closed his eyes. Three guys came in and stripped their clothes off as I fingered my boys ass, saying that he was out cold, and they could have their way with him. One guy shoved his cock down my boy’s throat. Another one lined up and spit on his dick before shoving it into my boy. My slutty boy must have been really struggling to not groan or moan on those cocks. The third guy, a real frat boy, seemed to be having a hard time getting it up, so I knealt down suck his cock until it was ready to breed my boy. While I was gobbling the frat boy’s cock, a fourth guy showed up, big muscle guy. I remembered his thick tool from his pics. He stipped off his shorts and winked at me while I went back to sucking the frat boy off. The first two men came, one shooting his load all over my ‘sleeping’ boy’s face and hair. The first top shot his load deep into my boy. When he pulled out there was a white river leaking out. I smeared some cum out of my boy’s bangs onto my cock and pushed their cum into him. I fucked my boy for a few minutes. The first two guys were naked and jerking each other off while the frat boy watched and slapped his thickening dick on my boy’s slack mouth. The muscle guy tapped my ass and told me he was ready for his turn. He was rock hard and truly thick, naked from the waist down, his frame peeking out of a black tanktop. I knew my boy must have been struggling to take it all so fast, even though he was well-lubed and pretty open. I watched from behind as he forced inside my boy, his broad shoulders flexing under that shirt. My boy remained totally silent as the guy stabbed his dick balls deep and then went to hammering. When he was about to cum, he shook his head and said, ‘not yet.’ The frat boy was finally fully hard and slid on into my silent boy. I needed a piss really bad, and the first top told me he was thirsty. ‘Not here,’ I said, and pointed to the bathroom. The guy got in the shower and I pissed into his mouth. He swallowed every drop. We were only out of the bedroom for a minute or two when the frat boy shouted that he was going to cum, and we raced back in to watch him hammer his load into my ‘passed-out’ boy’s hungry hole. The muscle guy was next to my boy’s shoulder with his back to us, tapping a spot on his arm. He jerked his cock as the frat boy came then took his place, not waiting for me to have a turn. The guy grunted and growled as he pummeled my boy’s raw ass but my boy never made a sound. As he force fucked my boy, I watched as his ass flapped around and realized where I’d seen it before. I wasn’t at all surprised when his shirt crept high enough that I could see the points of his biohazard tattoo peeking out, but I was too horny to do anything to stop it. I knew this POZ stranger was about to breed my boy, just like he warned me he would. The muscle stud roared as he filled my boy up. ‘I’m breeding you, boy, filling you up with POZ cum! You like that?’ he asked. The three NEG guys sort of freaked out and made a quick exit, grabbing their clothes as they left. I stood there shocked, but fully hard and about to shoot my load. Still inside my boy, the guy leaned forward, ‘You like this game boy? Want me to call my toxic friends over and share your hole with them? You want me to stop?’ My boy didn’t reply. I knew he wanted to eventually take POZ cum, and was waiting for a sign that it was time to call it a night. I rubbed my boy’s face and tried to ask him if he wanted more, but he just drooled. I was a little freaked out. The POZ muscle top went over to his phone and clicked around. He held the screen towards me and I saw a conversation on it: Person 1: Hey boy. Nice profile. You take raw POZ cock? Person 2: I want to… I have this fantasy. Person 1: Yeah? What’s that? Person 2: I convince my man to host a NEG-only party and pretend to be passed out. But, I get a POZ guy to come over and actually give me something so I pass out and can’t stop him from breeding me. Person 1: Yeah, boy? I could do that for you. I have connections… and maybe some POZ buddies who might be into joining… Person 2: Cool Keep your eyes peeled for an ad. That’ll be us. In case my man doesn’t send you the address, here it is: ********** Person 1: Cool. You really want me to mess you up and knock you out? Person 2: Yes, please. The POZ stud took his phone back and grabbed my hips. He guided my cock into my boy’s puffy cummy hole. ‘You like this scene?’ ‘Yeah,’ I replied. 'Breed him. Mix your seed with mine inside him. He wants this.’ He rocked my hips forwards and backwards faster and faster until I shot my load into my boy, pushing that POZ and those NEG loads deeper inside him. The stud licked his lips as I pulled out and spread my boy’s cheeks. He sucked out as much cum as he could until it was smeared all over his mouth. ‘Clean me!,’ he ordered. I licked all over his mouth as he jammed his fingers in and out of my boy. ‘Good thing you’re into this. My buddies are already on their way over…’
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“What is it, boy?” Even over the cell line his voice is deep, soft. Mesmerizing. “You’re afraid. Admit it.” His voice is soft and urgent. Compelling. “I am.” “What is it you’re afraid of?” My cock throbs with need, urgency. My hand absently caressing the soft hair of my stomach, wandering to my hard, hungry cock. ”Say it, boy. Admit it.” Yes. Now. Say it. ”Of you. Of admitting it to you.” ”Admitting what to me?” ”I’m afraid of what I want.” “Of what you need. This is deeper than want. This is your blood talking. This is who you really are.” “Yes.” Yes. “Of what I need.” So good to admit it. So damn good to say it. “I can give it you. I can take you where you need to be. All you have to do it say it.” Yes. The word is all I can hear, blood rushing in my ears, my hard cock, wet with sticky precum, throbbing. “I need it. Take me, please. Take me.” ”We both need, boy. I can taste your need in your voice. We’ll surrender to it, together. I’m going to take you inside it, going to split you open and we’re going to bathe in it. Do you want that, boy?” “Yesssssss.” The sound slides out of me on its own. Dripping of need. Of hunger beating under my skin. His voice pulling me in, enveloping me, smoke, wrapping around me. Warm. Expansive. My hand slides across my head, across the stubble of my freshly cropped skull. I imagine his rough hands there, guiding me. Caressing me. ”I’ve texted you the address, boy. Come here now. Jeans with no underwear, sandals, a t-shirt. Bring nothing else. Understand? No wallet, no money, no ID. No phone. You’ll pay the cab fare and throw away any cash you have left over.” His voice. So smooth, so knowing. I can feel myself relax into him, into his need. My need. “And boy-don’t shower or clean yourself up in any way. I want you raw. I want to taste your sweat and your fear. I want to taste your hunger for it. For surrender.” My cock twitches with his every word. My blood thrumming under my skin with it, with desire. I can barely breathe. Barely think. God, yes. Jesus, god, yesssssss. you ready for this, boy? Ready to give yourself over to it, to me?” ”Yes.” I hear myself say, my voice a ragged whisper. Urgent, desperate. “Yes, so hungry. Yes. Please.” I say. “I need.”
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I mid-thirties, a scruffy blond who likes swimming and running mixed in with occasional weights. This means I’m 5”11 and fit. I’ve clipped my chest hair and have pierced tits. I’ve a good sized cock, 8” with a bolt through the head and a piercing behind the glans; shaved balls but I’ve kept my tight hole covered by a good growth of blond arse hair. I’m more of a bottom boy and pretty slutty with the right guy or guys. Sometimes I do like to fuck. I’ve been in a relationship with my black partner for 20 years and we play together or solo. As you can imagine as a black guy he is hung like a horse and ripped. He also knows how to fuck me. A quick spit, a quick lick then deep and raw. Splitting my cunt open. He never takes no for an answer. Ever. He wants me, he takes me. I swim every day, twice a day. Morning and evening. The gym is a short walk from our house; and shorter if I walk through the local housing estate. It’s not rough but I’m still careful. Swimming first thing or last thing means I have the pool to myself. I do a minimum of 75 lengths each session and wear classic speedos to avoid drag. That’s what I tell people but to be honest I love wearing speedos. Usually, I’m the only person there at night but recently I’ve been joined by a guy. And I admit he’s hot, in that straight kind of way. I don’t have a type but usually I got for beefy hairy daddies who can teach me a thing or two as “Daddy” or fit muscle guys who can throw me around and treat me like a whore. And they need to be hung and engine-powered fuck machines. I’m a size queen and proud of it. 8” minimum otherwise I’m not interested. Bigger is better. If I’m honest I like to gag on a cock til I retch and then be hard fucked, bred and pissed on. Me and my husband are both on prep and he likes nothing better than fucking my cummy hole. Not really into rimming. I just want cock deep in my cunt. Yeah, I love that word. And “breed”. And as I mentioned, I like piss. Always surprised me how many guys say they’re into it but when it comes down to it, hosing me down and making me drink it, they become prissy shits. Basically, I’m a preppy guy hiding a dirty fucker deep inside my cummy cunt. Lol. If I fuck, then I go for tight arsed twinks with smooth cunts. And hopefully who have never take a double pierced cock or taken it raw. Always raw. Corruption is fun. Makes my cock drip and my cunt clench. So this guy. Not my type at all but I’m intrigued. He’s about 5”9’, dark haired and tattooed. And I mean completely inked from head to toe. When I first spotted him I couldn’t tell exactly what they were but over the past few weeks I’ve seen him closer up - in the changing room or by the side of the pool. A massive two headed dragon is inked across his chest and the tail wraps around his waist to join up to a picture of the tree across his back. There are lots of smaller tattoos on the tree but I can’t make out what they are. His arms are covered in vine leaves or something and his legs in what seem to be lots of individual symbols. He also has pierced tits which I always think is unusual in a guy so young. I reckon he’s about 25. 27 tops. Body wise he is definitely a swimmer. He’s lean and muscular. But he’s definitely straight. He wears baggy swim shorts but I reckon from what swings around inside that his cock isn’t too bad. He always arrives after me, does about 50 lengths and is gone before I leave the pool. Once or twice I’ve seen him in the changing room. But he’s never been naked. Always dressed in at least his boxers. He nods or says “Hey” but that’s it. He’s not my type. Not a daddy, not a muscle stud and not a twink. That suits me fine. Or I should say ‘suited’ me fine until the other night. It was a Tuesday. I arrived slightly later than expected because I had worked late to clear my desk. The guy at the counter nodded me through and as ever there were one or two guys working out. It’s an old gym. Used to be a gentleman’s club or something so there are two changing rooms - one for the gym; and a smaller one next to the swimming pool which is in the basement. I always use the smaller room, it’s closer to the pool and it’s quieter. Also, if I’m honest the smell of sweat gives me an instant hard on. Not really always appropriate in a gym. So I headed downstairs and pushed the door open. There are two rows of lockers and they look straight into the shower cubicles. I stopped dead in my tracks. There, under a spray of water was the guy. First let me say that he was much fitter than I thought. His muscles ripples under his inked skin as the water cascaded down his body. He eyes were closed and his mouth open. And instantly the reason why was really clear. Both his hands were wrapped around a monster of a cock. It was at least 10” and thicker than my arm. And sporting a massive ring through the head of his cock. I was transfixed as I watched him jack his massive piece of meat. I watched as he beat his dong and then as he turned and sprayed a fountain of cum against the wall. Slapping his cock to empty that thick tube of every drop. I suddenly realised I had to beat a retreat and before he noticed me I was out of the door and heading out. Needless to say my cock was rigid. And my moth dry. Swimming was out of the question.
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