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My older brother dealt drugs when we were teenagers and he made me smoke pot with him a couple times but I didn’t like it. After I came out when I was 16 in 1979, I dated guys monogamously and never did drugs. One time when I went with a friend to Austin for a lake party, someone slipped a molly into my sandwich. It freaked me out, not knowing what had happened and I didn’t like it. Anything that was speedy, even caffeine trigger my anxiety, and that sure did it. After that I specifically avoided doing anything and rarely drank. Many years later when my husband of 20 years and I visited Palm Springs for the second time, we rented a house and made plans to hang out with guys we found on apps. We had been open for about ten years and it worked for us. We didn’t hook up much with other people where we lived for discretion. We were both executives in visible positions and needed to be discreet. But when we were out of town it was easier. My husband is an ex-model, very hung and had no problem finding willing younger guys (his type) to fuck. I liked all kinds of guys and had become pretty adventurous with sex, exploring a lot of kinks over the years. I found a really sexy, tall all-American looking guy in his 40s on an app. He had a humongous dick, which was my kryptonite, seemed kinky, and kind of nasty. He was interested in hanging out and was free that night. He said he had a friend who was on his way from San Francisco and would be in town within the hours. He sent me pics of the guy. His friend was in his 30’s, shorter than his friend and also really handsome, in that swarthy Italian way. Oh, and he also had a huge cock, almost as big as his tall friend. I got the impression they liked tag teaming bottoms and I’d trained my hole to be flexible and strong, so I could take big cocks and even a fist a couple times, and still be able to get tight pretty quickly afterwards. But, it had been awhile since I’d been fucked because work was crazy busy during COVID, so I would have to really get warmed up to take either of these guys. We met at CCBC where I had rented a room. The tall guy was there in the lobby when I arrived and introduced himself as “Rob” (not his real name). We got settled into the room when the shorter Italian guy arrived, and introduced himself as “Gino” (also not his real name). Gino and I sort of hit it off right away. He made a couple trips to the four to bring in four suitcases. Rob explained that Gino was a dealer and was moving to Palm Springs and was setting up shop as soon as he moved into his rental house. Gino opened up the suitcases. While I couldn’t see everything from my chair across the room, I could see they were full of pill bottles, plastic baggies, many different colors of pills and powders, along with pipes, bongs and other stuff I couldn’t see very clearly. Gino asked me if I partied and I said I didn’t but told them I had brought a joint and didn’t mind if they did. I’d heard how addictive, dangerous and intense meth was and that never appealed to me, especially because it was speedy. In fact it scared the hell out of me. I had a really great life and I didn’t want to do anything to mess that up. However, something surprised me in that moment he asked me. I got scared about the idea and weirdly it also turned me on. I kind of laughed to myself because it seemed I’d found another kink I didn’t want to actually engage in, but fantasize about, like pozzing. They started smoking from a bong and blowing big clouds. The clouds seemed really seductive to me. Gino asked me if I wanted to try a hit. I paused for just a couple seconds, feeling my cock get raging hard. I told him no. He raised an eyebrow like he didn’t believe me. I think he’d noticed my hesitation and curiosity. So he said, “How about this?” He took a big hit and then came over to about a foot from me and started blowing it towards my face. I wasn’t expecting it but for some reason my reflexive reaction was to breathe some in. I quickly exhaled, worried what might happen. Gino smiled a little and the two guys took some more hits. I was feeling my favorite sex pot and laid down on the bed. Gino came over next to me on the bed, took a huge hit and leaned over me, holding it and raising his eyebrows. My cock instantly got even harder, I think because of the risk and danger. I’d learned that risk and a little danger was a turn-on for me when being blindfolded at my first dungeon party a couple months ago. I just looked into his eyes and he must have taken that as a green light because he leaned down and blew the big hit into my mouth. I only breathed in a little but just the idea of someone getting me high on something dangerous without my explicit consent made almost cum. We talked for quite a while and I found that I really liked both of them, especially Gino. He was surprisingly down to earth and friendly, easy to talk to. He seemed surprisingly trustworthy for a dealer. Rob definitely did not seem trustworthy, but something about his shadiness was sexy. I’d taken another hit off the indica joint and was feeling good. We all made out for awhile, and it was hot. They paused, got up and shot up their dicks with what they called trimix. The guy with the monster dick said he had to have an extra strong formula to get his big beautiful cock hard after partying. Watching them inject their dicks was unexpectedly crazy hot. I laughed at myself, at how much I’d changed since my sort of puritan 20’s and 30’s. As they shot their dicks up, I began to feel the meth I’d inhaled. It was speedy, but nice, very euphoric and it made me even hornier. I began to want to be fucked pretty bad. After the trimix, they said they were going to slam. I didn’t know what that meant but when they started filling two syringes I figured it out. I noticed I started precumming watching them, and I think they noticed it too. As I watched and wondered what it would be like, I realized how dark my kinks had gotten. It was kind of scary, and alluring too. I could see it hit them and how much they enjoyed it, but it still scared the hell out of me. After they slammed we really started making out hardcore. Rob started playing with my hole and said, “Gino, you’ve got to check out his hole. It is magnificent.” Gino moved around to between my legs and said, “fuuuuuuck” and started eating me out. Rob gave me his dick to suck. While I was doing that, Rob leaned over to Gino and whispered something. Gino shook his head while his tongue was deep in me. I asked what they were talking about because this was a pretty risky situation. Gino took his mouth off of my hole and said, “Rob thought we should stealth booty bump you, you know, but some Tina up your hole and get you higher. I told him no, that wasn’t cool.” My reaction to hearing this was gratitude for Gino protecting me, and getting really turned on my Rob's sleazy underhandedness and desire to corrupt me. I just said, “fuuuuuck” and closed my eyes. Gino began to fuck me as I was sucking Rob’s enormous head. I couldn't’ get it in any further. My hole was amazingly loose and took Gino’s big rod pretty easily. He kept saying how much he loved my hole, and then came in me hard. I could feel it - it was a lot. He kept fucking me, like fucking the cum into my hole with a little half smile. Then Rob moved around and turned me over on my knees and fucked the living hell out of me. I couldn’t believe I could take his whole cock. Gino was kissing me and sliding fingers in beside Rob’s cock, stretching me beyond even when I had been fisted. Rob also came hard and shoved in me deeper than I’d had any cock, hand or toy, and he just held it there while he came. He started at me, watching my eyes. After a couple minutes, I could feel it. There was meth in their cum. I could feel the euphoric speed hitting me. “Oh jeezus!” I said. “You guys did stealth me after all, with your cum!” Gino said that it wasn’t much and assured me I’d be fine. With hardly a poz, Gino slid underneath me and then began to slide in, with Rob still inside. “Oh shit. Oh shit. I don’t think I can take it.” I said. Gino told me to just breathe and I’d be fine. Suprisingly, it hurt and stretched hard for a few minutes but after that I just felt amazingly full and tight and fantastic. Then both they started fucking me, moving in and out with different cadences and depth. I started to scream in complete ecstacy, and then came. They kept fucking me until they both came again. After that I was spent, and just turned over on my back. I was really spinning now, part pot, part meth, part dopamine from the sensation of being double fucked, but I felt great. We chatted for a bit and then they slammed again and took another couple hits. Gino blew another hit in my face. I definitely didn’t need it. The cum was doing the trick. But I wasn’t too high. Several concerns registered in my mind: the first was, I liked it and I was thinking about when I would do it again. The second was, how high I was still going to get, and lastly, how long would I be high? Would I need to stay overnight? Would my husband be able to tell when I got home? I texted my husband that I was having a great time, we were hanging out with some guys at CCBC and not to wait up. After I put my phone down, Gino pulled my knees up and pulled my ass to his cock, which was still hard. He slid in me and said, “What do you want?” “Are you poz?” I asked, registering this was my other dangerous fantasy. “No, but Rob is and he’s not on meds. Are you on PreP?” He asked. I realized I had forgotten my prep at home and had not taken it in two days, which wasn’t a big deal. Gino said I’d be fine. Gino shoved his beautiful, big uncut cock inside me and began fucking me slowly, all the way in and all the way out. Then he shoved it deep inside, leaned over me and said, “Clench your hole on my cock.” I couldn’’t figure out why but I did it. He held still, his big hard cock all the way inside me. I suddenly began to feel fuller, like his cock was expanding. He smiled and said, “You’ve never been piss fucked before, have you.?” “Oh fucking hell!” I replied It was the hottest thing I’d never heard about. After he finished filling me far beyond any capacity I’d previously reached, he started fucking me. He told me to stay clenched as he fucked me slowly, and I did. My daily Kegel exercises were paying off. He fucked me for a few minutes then pulled out slowly and told me to hold it in. He raised my knees and then ass up so that my hole was like a piss chalice and it would stay in. “How does that feel?” He asked with a grin. “It is blowing my mind.” I replied, ”Hold it in for five minutes.” He said, giving me a knowing look. And then it hit me, their piss had probably more meth in it than their cum. A lot more. They had slammed twice and smoked a lot. Then I started feeling the big wave of high hit me hard. It was amazing, not at all like I expected. Both of the guys were getting off on doing this to me and we all kissed together as I held it inside me. The high kept getting bigger and bigger. Gino told me to go to the bathroom and let it out. When I got back to the bed, Rob said, “My turn.” Rob’s piss fucking me was even wilder; his bigger cock, and much more piss did a lot more damage to my hole and really ratchet up my high. After I let it out, I was really spinning but feeling great. We messed around some more, made out and the double fucked me again for a bit. Then Rob jumped up and said with a big surprised grin. “Come with me. Grab a towel and follow me.”
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I had been unusually horny for a Tuesday night, and had no luck finding a top to come over and fuck me. I also needed a fresh bottle of poppers - thankfully I'm in a decent sized city with multiple options for adult shops. I usually get my poppers from a closer store, but they were not 24/7, so I drove a bit further to next closest store that was open but in a bit of a rougher area. After exchanging some green for a bottle, I noticed this one had adult video booths, something I've never tried before but had been curious to. After Slipping the cashier a 5 and with a quick buzz, the door unlocked and I let myself into the dark hallway. There was a theater to my left, and straight ahead were the video booths, some marked with a "GLORY HOLE" on the outside, along with a few ones listed as a "BUDDY BOOTH." I perused around the hallway and realized I was alone, which was a disappointment. I figure though, while in Rome, I'd try out a booth and at least enjoy my new bottle and some porn. I randomly picked one that labeled with "GLORY HOLE"' and found myself fantasizing about someone coming in. Once I shut and locked the door, I would be lying if I said the dirtiness and sleaziness wasn't a turn on. The booth I had picked was recently used - and felt like it was covered in semen. I slipped off my shorts and folded them in hopefully a dry corner of the booth. After skimming through the channels, I eventually stopped on a bareback orgy. Sitting my ass on the chair I could feel the wetness from a recent load, which only made me more horny as I let the cum side between my cheeks. Ripping the top of the bottle open, I took 4 big hits, and started stroking to the the orgy on screen. I had started to get into a good rhythm when a creak at the main door startled me. I froze as I listened to the footsteps inch closer and closer - then another creak in the adjacent booth. I stuck my fingers on the hole to let him know I was there. "Hey there, boy. Looking to suck cock?" I immediately went to my knees in front of the glory hole, and put my mouth up to the hole. "Uh so this is my first time, but I am down for anything." "Anything huh? Good boy." The booths were dark, only illuminated by the pounding this lucky bottom was getting from a hung top on screen. As I heard him unzip his pants and browse through the channels, I took two quick hits and held while I wanted. As I peaked back through the hole, he had slide his underwear down, I was shocked to find a bigger cock than I had ever seen. He had to be at least 9" inches and thick. I couldn't make out much more, but I could see he had some tattoos - one stuck out from his shirt going down towards his pubes, and looked like a tribal tattoo in red. His shirt covered up most of it, and couldn't make out what it was. "Take two more big hits and hold it pig." I was flying already from the earlier hits, but I couldn't resist his command. After the 2nd hit and holding, he pushed his cock through the hole. "Release you little slut, start sucking." I felt like a pig in heat, my face was completely flush and I was feeling the rush of the poppers hard. I started stroking with both my hands as I sucked the head, running my tongue in circles before taking it as far as I could down my throat. Eventually he pulled out of the hole, to which I stuck my mouth through, signalling I wanted more. "Open up pig, and don't move." I did as commanded, and was rewarded by the roughest throat fucking I'd ever taken. The poppers helped it slide right past my gag reflex, but I could feel how much bigger he was than the opening, and felt him stretching my throat out. After a few minutes of merciless pump after pump, he pulled out. "Stand up, put your ass up to the hole slut." "I uh didn't bring lube, and not sure I can take it without" I questioned, horny but unsure of getting fucked anonymously, I was hoping he would cave and resume throat fucking me. "Don't worry bitch, I brought lube for you." Fuck. Was I really about to present my hole to this anonymous stranger? I haven't even seen his face through the hole, and hadn't brought any condoms. "What are you waiting for? I gave a command, not a question. Take a big hit, then get your ass up now." Fuck did I love being told what to do, I gave in and presented my hole to him through the hole, leaning over the chair as I obeyed and inhaled again. Holding onto the chair, I pressed my hole up to the glory hole and spread. As I released, I could feel his tongue exploring my hole, licking and sucking the outside before sliding his tongue in as deep as he could. It felt so fucking good, I couldn't help but moan and take another hit. He slid a finger in as his tongue was pushed in, I could feel his nail being a bit sharp but I didn't mind the pain as much as the pleasure I was getting from his tongue. He pulled out, and I heard a cap unscrewing along with a ziplock bag opening up. "This is good shit, but it needs to dissolve, you might feel a little discomfort. Just keep sniffing pig." I could feel his finger slide into me again, this time lubed up and wet. He explored my hole for a bit, sliding inside with one finger, than two. The poppers had did their job and I was fairly opened up, his fingers entering without much resistance. He pulled his fingers out, and then pushed in a again, but I could feel a small piece of a shard or something at the top of his finger,as he pushed in more and more. It hurt a bit as it went in, but then I felt it; my hole lit up like it was on fire and I had an intense feeling of needing it filled. "Holy fuck, that's good lube, I feel so horny." He started finger fucking me, making sure the shard was as deep in as he could get it. "Good boy, now don't let you ass off the wall. I want you pushing back as hard as you can so you don't move when I'm pounding you." I started sweating, the mixture of whatever the lube had done to me with the poppers had me literally flying. The only thing I cared about was getting stuffed. "Fuck me, please. I need to be filled. please." "As you wish pig." With that he rammed all 9 inches in on one stroke, and started slowly pulling all the way out, before ramming it back in again. The pain was intense at first but quickly subdued to a feeling of pleasure and fullness I've never felt before. Every time he pulled almost all the way out I felt so empty and craved for him to fill me again. After 10 minutes of long, deep thrusts, I could hear him start grunting, and speeding up each thrust. The slow thrusts turned into a quick paced fucking, hammering my hole as fast as he could. "You ready for my seed, boy?" I paused for a second, I haven't been on PrEP recently, but all I could think about is being filled to the brim with his cum. My hole was hungry, I needed it. "Yes Sir, please fill me." I could feel him press into the hole as far as he could, in return I automatically reacted by pressing my ass against the wall, spreading my hole open and pushing against the wall as much as I could. I could feel his cock twitching and releasing into me. I felt so slutty and just stayed still as spewed shot after shot inside me, enjoying the feeling of being used. A few moments later he slid out of me, and the horrible empty feeling returned. As he got dressed and zipped up his pants, he whispered over, "if that hole is still hungry, and I know it is, there's a few in the theater who could use a toxic cumdump like yourself. You should check it out, tell them Dan sent you." Toxic?! I didn't even think to ask him his status in the heat of the moment, was I just pozzed? Before I could respond, I heard the booth door creak open and close as he left the store. I must be out of my mind, but he was right. I wanted more. Sliding up my shorts, I stumbled out of the booth and over to the theater. I could feel the poz cum slipping out of my hole, sliding down my leg as I fed the door toll a 5 before entering in. "I've already gone over the deep end, might as well keep going" I thought, as I turned the handle of the theater door.
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Mark’s teeth bit into my nipple while his hand pushed the big red anal bead into my hole. Pain and pleasure mixed in my head—the booty bump he had given me earlier made me feel like I needed his abuse. I craved this roughness. “I am gonna get real nasty with you,” he said in a low voice in my ear. “Leave your hole open and dripping wet.” At that exact moment I felt the big bead slide in, its coating of crisco smoothing the way, although the rough leather cord holding the beads together always hurt a bit. A sharp cry escaped my mouth, and at first I felt two full—the two big beads stretching my hole too much too fast. But then the feeling changed, as it always seemed to, into one of intense pleasure and I moaned, already craving more. Mark was the man who was training my hole, molding into the shape and size he wanted. We had met on a chat line—one of those now crazy-seeming, pre-internet ways I met guys to hook up with in the late 1990s. His voice had come on the line, a slight hint of Southern-good-old-boy in his voice, I said I was a total bottom, and did he like to use toys? His response was that he loved to use toys on bottom boys. And that he did. I was in my mid-20s then, 5’7”, a bit of a Twink, with dark blonde hair, decent body but no six pack. A flat skinny ass that Daddy loved to shave at the start of our sessions. Right after the first bump and then the series of deep enemas he gave me to get me ready for him. He was probably in his late 40s then, decent body that he didn’t work out. He was trim. Sort of a classic thinner dad bod. Dark brown hair in a conservative cut for his law firm job. Not a lot of body hair to begin with and he kept his cock and balls hairless. To be honest his cock was average, probably 7 inches hard. As a major size queen, it really didn’t turn me on. But Mark did turn me on. I loved how when I arrived at his door, usually late at night high on Tina and X from a night out, he made me strip in his living room and get on my knees and suck his cock. He always smelled of cigarettes and stale sweat and beer. His asshole, which he always demanded I worship during breaks in holeplay, tasted exciting and musty. I loved the feeling of submission I got from worshiping his asshole with my tongue. He bit my nipple again, and I felt him push the third bead against my hole, the rough leather cording hurting a bit. “Take a hit of poppers,” he said, “Let it in,”as he began to push hard. I took a big hit, holding it in and then letting it out in a rush. The third bead slowly began to push in, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me as my mind spun from the poppers. I felt my hole stretched hard, the other two beads shifting, trying to make space for this third one that my sir wanted to put in me. I struggled and moaned, but Mark just continued to press. The third one was always difficult, and sometimes just wouldn’t fit. It was one of the things I loved about Mark, his ability to make me ride the line between pain and pleasure. By this point we had got together maybe three times, but somehow he knew what I craved. He knew I craved the pain of a rough stretch but he never pushed it so hard it actually caused damage. The bead reached its widest point, and Mark gave it a harder push. It wouldn’t go in, but he kept it in position, making my hole accommodate the widest stretch possible. He bit my nipple again. “Open that hole boy,” he growled in my ear, “I want to take you deep.” The problem of the third bead was my inner ring—if it wasn’t stretched to take at least one of the other two beads, then the third one would never go in. His obsession with deep play scared me, to be honest, but on my way to his place in a cab I always vowed to be a good boy, to do what he demanded, to let him take my hole. At this point, my hole was feeling the pain a bit more than the pleasure. The rough leather cord, so exciting a minute before, was starting to hurt. Mark saw the change, and let the third ball pop out. “Keep those other two in boy,” he said, “Let daddy stretch you out.” He lay back to watch the fisting porn playing on the screen in his dimly lit bedroom while reaching for a cigarette. I knew I was expected to keep the balls in, but it was difficult. As I started to whine, Mark said, “Keep them in. In a few second you are going to be begging me for more.” And so I did I was told and kept the big beads inside. As I turned my attention ti the big dildos being used on the muscly bottom on screen, I began to feel the fullness as pleasure, and I put my legs up higher, exposing my hole more directly. It never failed, once I was relaxed and saw what was happening on screen I always begin to crave it again. I knew it was partially the Tina, but it was also me. Mark freed my need for submission, made me want to be hurt, to feel the pain and pleasure of my hole being stretched. “See pig,” Mark smirked, blowing cigarette smoke in my face, “I know just what my boy needs.” “Please sir, “ I begged, “use my hole.” Mark looked cross, and said “Not know, bitch, let me finish my cigarette.” He lay back, lightly stroking his meat, while watching the moaning bottom on screen get railed with a big toy. I lay beside him, fingers now moving around my hole, dipping into its greasy depths a bit. I knew better than to ask again, for if I did, he would slap me hard across the face for not listening, and then he would make me wait for a long time before he used my hole. While I wanted the abuse, I also needed my hole used while I was riding this high. So I kept my mouth shut, knowing I was here to be used in Mark’s way, on Mark’s time. If I wasn’t so honey I would be apprehensive—for when he pulled hard and removed the beads I was going to get quite a ride. It always was, and I always wanted more. I closed my eyes for a second, reveling in the feeling of the beads in my hole. I spread my legs wide, my body saying “fuck me.” And at that moment my master hole stretcher pounced. His teeth bit hard on my nipple as his hand yanked on the cord. There was a moment of equilibrium, when he pulled and the muscles in my ass resisted, but then it happened, the beads began their explosive way out of my ass. The feeling was indescribable, it definitely hurt but strangely it felt wonderful as the rough cord and huge rubber balls made their way out of my anal cavity. He was not being gentle today and just pulled hard until I saw stars and the first bead came out. I moaned loudly, expecting a break, but today there would be no rest—Mark wanted the second bead and my ass would give it. He continued to pull hard until I was panting and morning suddenly felt my insides turn out as the second ball was expelled. I lay back, legs still spread wide and asshole up, panting and feeling the delayed reaction as the nerve signals from my ass reached my head. I closed my eyes, expecting the usual minute of rest, when I felt Mark’s hands at my hole. Suddenly, something long and somewhat thin and ribbed was shoved hard up my hole. My eyes shot open in surprise as I felt the first of the little beads on the dildo enter my second hole. “You will open for me,” Mark said, “I will take you deep” as he pushed the beaded dildo home. By this point, I was gasping, my mind a jumble of pain and pleasure signals. It was the somewhat long, very stiff, pretty thin black beaded dildo he had just shoved in me. And it hurt. “Take a hit of poppers boy,” Mark said, “And get used to that feeling. That part of your hole is mine.” I did as instructed, and in seconds the deep dildo felt great. Now Mark was fucking me with it, gently taking the beaded diodo out of that deep place and putting it back, teaching me to crave attention in that space. He gave me a long final fuck, and shoved it home hard again. A low whine escaped my lips, and as my mouth opened, his tabaco-scented mouth covered mine, his tongue pushing half way down my throat. Only Mark could violate my mouth and ass at the same time and make it feel so right. He lay back and lit another cigarette. When we were partying, he smoked like a fiend. And while I normally didn’t like cigarettes, somehow it was associated with our sleazy sex and through the drug haze, was hot. I started to come down from the poppers and put my legs down. Again, watching the screen where a top was elbow fisting a boy in a sling. “You will get there, pig,” Mark said, as he leaned back, pointing at the screen. We relaxed this way for a bit. Sometimes my hole would throb around the beaded dildo and start to hurt. Then my hole would relax and the deep, deep, craving would come as I watched the fisting on screen. After about 10 minutes Mark reached over and I put my legs up, giving him access to my hole. He began gently fucking me with the beaded dildo again, working especially on that inner ring. He fucked me slow for a few minutes while I did poppers. After my second hit, he pushed the dildo in all the way, paused a moment, and in one hard yank pulled the beaded dildo out of my second hole and all the way out. It was the most pain he had ever caused me and I cried out. My hole was on fire as he had pulled my insides out. I started to whine, “You hurt me.” At that moment his whole hand entered my hole and his fingers began pushing and toying with my second ring. I felt a familiar burn as he deposited a huge booty bump from the inside of his palm. His fingers pushing most of it into my deeper place. Now my hole really was on fire. Within seconds the burning fire was replaced with the beginnings of another fire, that need to have my hole destroyed. He toyed with my inner ring for a minute, pushing one then two fingers in, and then quickly yanked his hand out. I lay back, panting, my body and my mind a jumble. To say I was turned on would be a massive understatement.I I was beginning to feel my world compress. My hole was taking over—it was the largest booty bump I had ever done, and Mark had used it to sooth the pain of the roughest fuck he had ever given me. He leaned back and smirked at me. “Feel good now?” My mind was a jumble, my heart racing, and the pleasure and need kept rising. I didn’t know it, but a booty bump got the Tina into my bloodstream just a fraction less quickly than injecting it. And my daddy had just given me a huge bump. My legs rose and my fingers began playing with my hole. “Want more do you, you little slut? Let’s take a little break while that warms you up for me,” he said, reaching for yet another smoke. “I wanna hear you beg me to fuck your hole.” He leaned back, ignoring me and focusing on the porn, a VHS tape onto which I had copied all of the Director ‘s cuts fisting scenes. I lay there, feeling the need in my hole continue to grow. Daddy had made a statement with that series of pain and pleasure moments. And that statement was that I was in his bed to get fucked deep. My fear of that was evaporating, as his masterful opening of my inner ring—and filling it with something guaranteed to make my inner hole crave it—began to take over. We lay there for a few moments, my desire to be filled growing more and more, and without even thinking, I began to beg. The video ended and the room got darker. I was so lost in my need I moved my head to his cock and began to suck, begging to be fucked. He moved his balls aside, indicating I should serve his asshole. As I did my ass rose as my desire to be used by him became overwhelming. He pulled me up and pushed me down beside me, filling my mouth with his tongue. And then I felt something big beginning to be pushed into my hole. I didn’t know what it was, only that I felt like a big plug, I struggled a bit with it and took a hit of poppers and it slid in. It felt like a plug but wasn’t, there was no base. He lay back and said nothing. I was too lost in the feelings of ecstasy to focus and just kept my hands on my nipples. A few minutes later Mark began to push again. This time what felt like an even bigger plug began to fill my ass. It felt huge and I struggled and panted. I huffed on the poppers and breathed deeply and suddenly my inner ring was stretched and then second plug went in while the first pass into my inner ring. I was know more open, more full, and fucked deeper than I had ever been. I panted and groaned and Mark just bit my nipple. I could have put my hands down to feel the toy, but I was too lost in ecstasy. All I knew was that this toy kept getting bigger. I felt incredibly stretched and full. And hornier than ever. “What is this toy?” I asked. “I thought the giant inflatable toy broke?” “It did,” Mark smirked, “Just enjoy this and you can see the toy when I am done.” I lay back, my mind a jumble of pleasure. The feeling of fullness was so complete, the room was quite dark now without the porn on screen, that I really just did what I needed to do: I enjoyed the feeling. I must have lain there with my legs up and my guts stuffed full for 10 minutes. Mark smoked another cigarette, then finally noticed the porn was off and went to put in another VHS tape. He lay down beside me on the bed and reached over and kissed me. As he did, he took the poppers from my hand. “No poppers now,” he said, “just breathe while I fuck your ass.” His fingers toyed at the entrance to my hole. It was stuffed so full he couldn’t get his fingers in, although he certainly tried. Suddenly, I felt a gentle pressure as he grasped the handle and began to push. I had taken big toys many times before. In fact, I could take a giant-headed dildo all the way deep, much deeper than a fist. But it was nothing like the feeling I felt now. He pushed very slowly and I groaned deep. It felt like he was driving a truck up my ass. Each of my rings began to stretch at the same time—the inner smaller plug going deeper in me than it felt like anything had ever gone, the second bigger plug stretching my second ring wider than it had ever been stretched, and my assring pulled so tight I feared it would pop. “Breathe boy, breathe deep,” he growled, “Let me take your ass and make it mine.” He kept up a slow and steady pressure (he really did now just how hard to push me) and slowly, agonizingly, the toy began it slow entrance. When it got to the widest part he stopped it, holding my each of the rings of my assrings gaping open at the widest point. I grunted. He leaned in an whispered in my ear, “That’s how I fuck my bitch,” and then he pushed it home. The feeling was incredible. I was moaning and panting, literally his bitch in heat. At that moment I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do just to feel that incredible feeling again. Every big cock or big toy that had fucked me before faded away: this was my purpose. To be deep fucked by him. After I lay like this a few minutes, him whispering dirty talk about opening me up and fucking me deep, the feeling changed again. I was no longer too full. I needed more. This time, I actually reached down and felt the toy. It wasn’t all in side of me. After that last plug there was a short length of thick silicone before a wide flat flat and then a rigdged flat handle. My eyes went wide, and he said, “Yes, you have the entire big Manrammer in your pussy. And I see you want more,” he grinned. He reached down and slowly, slowly, pushed it the rest of the way in. He paused and I just begged, “Please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Get used to that a second, and then we will see if I can fuck you with it,” he said, reaching again for his cigarettes. I lay there beside him still panting and squirming. After his cigarette was done, he reached down and I felt a burn. He had given me another small booty bump around the edges of the dildo! He started biting my nipples and slowly pushed and pulled on the dildo. It wouldn’t move much. I was begging him to fuck me with it, asking him to use my hole but it would only move a little. Even that felt incredible, but there was no way he was going to get much in and out motion—it was just too deep and too tight. It was my first deep fuck and I should have been proud. I was, but that deep need he had opened in my wanted more. After probably 20 minutes with it buried to the hilt, he gave me the poppers back and very slowly pulled the toy out. My body helped him expel the intruder—and each time the plug got out its widest point he would pause, making me feel the stretch, reminding me that he was the one in control not me. When it was just the final plug inside, he gently fucked my assring with it a few times and then pulled hard and out it popped. I lay there drenched in sweat, panting from the effort. It felt like my asshole had given birth multiple times. My hole hung open, I could feel the cool air of his bedroom, and his fingers toyed with my hole. I expected him to fist me, but instead he just toyed with my asslips, occasionally dipping his fingers inside, each time making me moan. He laid back, light a cigarette, and said, “How’d you like that?”
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This is Fiction and should only be taken as that Part 1 At 60 years old the options to play with a twink doesn’t present it’s self very often but when this 23 yr old wanted to play and get twisted, pozzed and abused anally really got my attention. I figured it was only talk and after he got his rocks off he would ghost me. For the time being we could have some fun talking. He sent a couple pics and if those were him he looked a bit older but had a nice cock and ass. The kid was persistent and wanted to meet so I figured maybe a local coffee shop to see if he was as he said. When he walked in he looked younger than he said but was hot looking. I actually wanted to see his driver license to verify his age. I didn’t want to get in trouble talking to a minor. While we talked he was looking around and told me he wanted to go somewhere else since he saw a college friend leaving and he was nervous about this. I agreed and suggested my car around the side. Once there he really let go, he said he read stories and wanted to get drugs up his ass, his ass used and abused for a long time, if the guys were toxic or had anything that would be fine. He said he only had a couple experiences with getting fucked and the last one had a bid cock and split him open and he loved it. I asked him about the Toxic side and he said with all the meds out he looked into it and most can be cured or at least controlled. I told the kid I could get really sadistic and that is ass would not be the same. I only had an average cock but I could find a couple guys to split his hole open after I prepared it. I told him he would be in some pain, probably a little blood and I would get I twisted. He agreed and I said to think it over and let me know. He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him. The following week I was really busy with work and was unable to look at my emails much but when I did he had 2 emails there begging me to get him messed up. I picked up a disposable home and had him call me, we talked for a few minutes and I told him what to do. I told him on Saturday morning get up , eat breakfast and hit the shower and get cleaned out inside as well as outside and call me at 11:00. I really expected him to ack out and not call. He also mentioned some other really dark fantasies he wanted to try. We will have to see I told him.
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Editorial Note: What follows is entirely a story of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real or historical figures is pure happenstance. A Fateful Meet-Cute Prince Zaid Rohan Venkata, heir apparent to the throne of the Maharajahs of Alvar, and one of the richest men in India, leaned back on the leather sofa in his top-floor suite barely noticing the spectacular view of Washington through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He sighed contentedly and used one hand to push the sweet, sucking mouth of Andy Galvin further down on his thick ten inches. With his other hand he stroked his lightly muscled chest and rubbed the salt-and-pepper fur that ran across his tight six pack, his body gleaming tawny brown in the dim light, his body honed by fencing, intense yoga, polo-riding, and his favorite exercise of all: riding the tight muscle ass of a ginger slut. The Prince had picked the boy up in, of all place, J.R.’s Bar. He hated the bar, with its outdated video loops and pretentious Washington men. His own tastes ran much more to The Eagle or the Green Lantern. But J.R.’s was a great place to pickup hot college boys. He’d noticed the stud immediately, standing with a group of friends, all obviously from his college. He was pretty muscular for a kid that young—a gymnast Zaid would guess. But unlike other gymnasts, who often didn’t have big legs, the little man’s thighs bulged, ending in a spectacular, muscly ass. He was short—probably 5’5”—and he had the milk-and-cream complexion and curly ginger hair that drove Zaid wild. Zaid was standing in the corner of the bar keeping an eye on the boy and his friends. The Prince was dressed with the quiet luxury of the very rich. On top an ivory Brunello Cuccinelli T-shirt rested perfectly tight, showing off his lean torso muscles and the dark fur on his arms, the only visible jewelry being the dark black ceramic Rado watch he wore. The watch’s band was studded evenly with brass studs, the only hint he wore tonight of what direction he liked sex to go. He wore a plain pair of dark blue jeans, custom tailored by his tailor in London, designed so the stitching subtly accented the bulge in his crotch and followed his long legs down to regulation Loro Piano loafers. Zaid could tell the boy was interested. And that meant he was exactly what Zaid was looking for tonight: a hot muscle red head with a daddy fetish. Tiring of the game and ready to get the boy naked and ass up in his suite, Zaid went over to meet the kid. His name was Andy and he had just graduated from Georgetown with a degree in finance. “I was ready to be done and get on with life, man,” Andy said. Keeping his face neutral, Zaid cringed on the inside. That would be the first lesson he’d teach the boy: Prince Zaid was his superior and always addressed as sir, or master, or preferably my lord prince. But he kept the boy talking, knowing it was too early to reveal his wealth and power. Zaid was fucking Andy’s throat hard, looking out the window and vaguely seeing the beautiful lights of the city. The kid was a good cocksucker, but Zaid’s ten inches were taxing his skills. Zaid loved the way the kids throat bulged as he gurgled and stuttered around the thick cock invading him. Zaid looked down, taking in how beautiful the boys pink lips looked stretched around his big tawny brown cock. Admiring yet again the boy’s bulging shoulder muscles, and the deep crease in his perfect back, he glanced back at the upturned muscle ass, perfectly accentuated by the bright red jockstrap he wore. It had been that jockstrap that sealed the deal. And the kid didn’t know it yet, but that jockstrap and what it represented was probably going to alter his life forever, introducing him to a world where his public life would be resplendent with the ease of effortless luxury, his needs catered to by an army of servants, but his private life would be one of groveling sexual servitude, kneeling always before the big cock and being a slave to its wants with all his body and soul. Prince Zaid had discovered the red jockstrap after he’d gotten the kid away from his friends. He had taken him to a discrete corner of the upstairs balcony, and they had started making out, the boys cock rock hard against Zaid’s thigh as he kissed him. Once it was beyond clear the college boy was into a man slightly more than twice his age, Zaid had felt inside the back of the boys jeans, wanting to feel the flesh of the hard muscle ass, the boy cooing a bit as he felt up Zaid’s big cock with his smaller palm. “Is that a jockstrap, boy?” Zaid had queried. Blushing, Andy looked sheepish, and said, “I wasn’t going to stay here all night. My real plan was to hit the Green Lantern later.” Now Zaid was really interested. “Turn around and let me see it,” he said, effortlessly spinning the boy around and pulling the back of his jeans out and down slightly. Leaning forward and pulling the boy’s hot body against his torso, Zaid growled in his ear, “Red heads aren’t supposed to wear red and gay boys shouldn’t wear red to a fetish bar unless they know what it means.” Turning to face Zaid, his crystal clear blue eyes gazing directly into the taller man’s golden hazel ones, Andy said clearly and firmly, “I know what it means, sir.” After he came down the boy’s amazing throat, Zaid returned to the sofa, where he was now sipping on a crystal tumbler of scotch. Between his legs Andy nursed and suckled on his still half-hard cock. Andy kept his back perfectly arched and his ass high and it looked for all the world like he was doing his favorite thing in the world. Zaid decided to test the boy and released a mouthful of piss into Andy’s mouth. The kid's eyes flew open and he swallowed and moaned, looking up the whole time at Zaid. And so Zaid fed him the entire contents of his bladder, Andy eagerly swallowing without losing a drop. Between the perfect position of Andy’s body and the way he drank Zaid’s piss, Zaid knew the boy had received some training in the rules of gay fetish. But there was an important point Andy wasn’t aware of yet: all the next week, Andy would be uncovering fetishes and discovering needs he didn’t know he had with the help of the dominant prince he was now serving. The minute Zaid saw the red jockstrap on Andy’s muscle ass the Prince’s plans for the next week changed. Zaid had gone out looking for a relatively straightforward hookup, preferably with a young blonde or ginger and ideally one who didn’t mind if things got a little rough. But the fact that the kid was into fisting moved Andy into a whole new category: Prince Zaid was seeking a new full-time boy. It had been 5 years since Zaid had moved Jake from the penthouse in New Delhi where his current boy always lived and into Jake’s own luxury penthouse in Berlin. The entire time Jake had been his boy he had used his marketing skills for one of the prince’s families hotel brands. Now that he had five years of marketing experience to top-off the marketing degree from Princeton he had just earned when Zaid drew him into his orbit, he was ready for a junior leadership role. But Jake had wanted the Prince to love him, and had grown bitter and resentful when the Prince refused Jake. And so when his five-year contract ended, he had not renewed and had wanted to move to Berlin because it was the world capital of sleazy sex. Zaid was still close with both of his previous boys, and both benefited from the complex interplay of business interests that Zaid ran on behalf of his family. And after Andy was tested in the next week, Andy might very well be putting his prestigious business degree to work in the financial interests of the Prince of India he worshiped privately at home. Zaid was now busy strapping Andy’s ass. He admired the perfect red stripes against the cream-colored skin and the way his gorgeous ass muscles clenched with every hit. He really hadn’t intended to do this here in the hotel. He’d moved Andy to the smallest internal room of the suite—some sort of small sitting room—and closed all of the doors, turned the aircon on with the fan running, and made sure soft music was playing in the lounge—he didn’t want anyone to come question the sounds a hot little stud made when getting his ass strapped. First, the strap itself was noisy, making a big slap as the wide, heavy leather hit the hard, muscular ass. Second, even young men who had clearly had some physical discipline like this before involuntarily made noise. Zaid Rohan had pulled the strap he was using currently—and the big ball gag with its thick leather cover completely obscuring Andy’s lips and audible cries—from his traveling bag of tricks. He really had intended to just keep to increasingly hard but relatively vanilla sex. But the way the boy had looked at the prince while drinking his big piss load had really turned the prince on. And after seeing how red his very hard spanking of the boy—and how quickly Andy’s ass had started meeting the blows—he needed to at least give the boy one strapping. He’d given the boy a small bump off Tina—Andy had just smiled dreamily and nodded when the Prince showed up what he wanted to put up his hole—to get the inside of his ass buzzing to match the outside. And so here he was, admiring the gorgeous ass as he striped it red. He paused, and reached out to lightly squeeze the boys big balls firmly, the boy groaning and deepening the arch of his back as the prince squeezed. He’d tied the boys oversized balls—Andy’s little height supported 8 inches of thick uncut meat with balls to match—up tight, pulling them back through his legs and connecting the long rawhide tie to one of the gromets on the boy’s collar along the line in his magnificent back. Every time he received a stroke from the strap, the movement he made pulled and squeezed his balls, but the tension also reminded him to keep the position, because a deep arch in his back was the only way he could get any relief from the constant ache of pressure on his balls. Still squeezing, Prince Zaid leaned down and spoke in the boys’ ear. “Like that sting, do you you, you little pain slut?” he said in a low voice. Knowing by now the strictness of the man and his rules, Andy immediately struggled to mouth “Thwank you sir, yews, sir” around the gag. “Just 20 more to go, you hot little slut, just 20 more.” As Andy squared his shoulders and arched his ass, Prince Zaid silently thanked whoever had been giving the boy some training. Prince Zaid was only giving the boy 60 straps now, but he knew that after just a month in his household, the boy would be taking just that many before breakfast. He smiled. Any BDSM training at all allowed him to go that much deeper into the boy’s darkest places when they went to his Aspen estate for the week. Prince Zaid and his family owned many homes and apartments all over the world. The Prince was heir to a ceremonial title and a vast fortune. He was married to a gorgeous woman from an Indian family almost as old and as a rich as his own, and together they had three beautiful children. And while both Zaid and his wife were gay, no one in the world who knew them really suspected it. He doubted even their parents did, although one never knew. His wife had a long-time private secretary who was actually her lover. And Zaid had conquests and leather friends of all sizes, shapes, and colors scattered around the world. But the leather people all knew him as the mysterious and wealthy businessman Mr Rohan, for discretion was essential for people in his family’s position, India was still a pretty conservative place. In addition to all this Zaid also generally had an owned boy, a sexual servant-slave. If Andy agreed—and from his reactions to the way things were going the prince was pretty sure he would—then Andrew would be Prince Zaid’s third owned boy over the last 20 or so years. The Prince’s last boy, Jake, was smallish, around 5’7”, with golden red-blonde hair and light tawny skin that was a warm color, and unusually for a redhead, turned golden tan after just a little time in the sun. He had been a wrestler at Princeton, before serving Zaid for 5 years, so his body was similar to Andy’s. The first boy had been Benjamin, the princes servant-slave for nearly 12 years. Benjamin was around 5’8” and had been a swimmer at Yale. His coloring was precisely that of Andy—cream skin and classic red hair—but he’d been much leaner than the other boys when he first came to live under the prince’s command. But by the end of those years, as Prince Zaid’s attraction to muscles grew, so did Benjamin’s muscles. He was now in his mid 40s, and a big jacked muscle daddy bottom. Like all the prince’s boys he had left the relationship with a solid personal fortune, a multimillion dollar apartment, and business contacts around the globe. He currently lived, with his new lover and master, in the Aspen estate’s four bedroom gate house. He was living off the proceeds of the sale of the global accounting firm he’d founded. He now managed the prince's estate while he decided what to do next. Andy was kneeling in the huge shower in the suites’ bathroom. He’d been taught a different position, with his muscle chest down low the floor, his back more flat, his muscle ass up. He still wore a collar but the tie around his cock and balls was gone. Andy grimaced slightly at the memory of the pain in his balls as the binding was removed. His weight rested on his big shoulders and his hands held his ass open. Prince Zaid was standing to his side, naked except for a cock ring that emphasized the thickness and length of his gorgeous cock. Prince Zaid speared the boys insides with a thin flexible black tube. “Let the water flow inside you, slut,” Zaid commanded quietly, using the portable shower shot—with the water pressure set to slow stream—to spear inside the boys guts. Andy felt the by-now familiar pressure build slowly, this third time even deeper inside him than the previous two. When he’d been done receiving the final 20 straps, the last five so hard and so fast he was literally screaming and crying by the end, his mouth muffled by the huge plug, the prince had held him close and praised him for doing well, his hard cock jutting into Andy’s abs. Andy had relished in the praise and moment of gentleness, melting into the hot daddies embrace. After about ten minutes of cuddling on the bed, the prince had turned Andy’s face towards him. “I am going to fuck your ass, slut,” the prince commented, “Fuck you like no one has before.” Then he whispered in Andy’s ear “I know you enjoyed that Tina, boy, so I am going to give you a little bit more up your ass. It will sting mud more this but make your ass feel warm and good in just a few seconds.” Andy had nodded and then gasped sharply as he felt a sting, as the prince pushed a small line’s worth quickly in the boys hole. Zaid speared the tube deeper into Andy’s hole. This was Andy's fifth and final enema tonight, and Zaid was much deeper than he usually went with a relative beginner. He had planned to give the kid two, more than sufficient to mildly humiliate him while make that he really was truly clean. But then Andy had questioned Prince Zaid by assuring him that he was, in fact, already clean and didn’t need an enema. Zaid had slapped the boy hard across the face, his eyes cruel, and said “Impertinence! You do not question my commands, slut.” Andy looked terrified, as Zaid quickly snapped the ball gag into place. Zaid roughly bent the boy, and spread out his legs, and told him to grab the chair in front of him. Zaid then delivered five sharp cracks of the cane to the little muscle ass, Andy crying out after each one. “You will receive additional punishment for this,” Zaid assured Andy in a dark voice, as he forced the boys creamy hairless torso up against his darker, furry one, drying Andy’s tears with his kisses. And so punish Andy again the Prince did. He had given the boy the tina dose mainly to make it easier for him to learn to enjoy taking enemas that were probably going to get deeper than he had ever gotten on his own. But instead the prince had gone hard, giving him three additional enemas as punishment, telling him so and making the boy thank him for the punishment each time. And each time he pushed the hose in deeper and made Andy hold more water. But by the final one he could see the Tina was working, uncovering for the boy the ways that this stretching was like stretching with cocks and toys and fist, but different too. He left the hose in the boy—his asshole was tight around it, and as the boys guts filled with water, The Prince asked him, “Do you understand why you had to be punished? You weren’t as clean as you promised, slut.” Andy looked stricken, ashamed at his inexperience and naive to the fact that most of the dirty water had come out only during a deeper phase of the cleaning. “I am sorry, sir.” “Take four big sniffs of theses slut,” the prince commanded, and watched silently as the boy did four big hits of poppers, the high of the poppers would help his ass relax and take more water. A minute or three later as he saw the boy’s expression change, as coming off the high and he realized his guts were stretched around the most water he’d ever taken, the prince stopped the flow and started sliding the tube out. He slid a small blue orb buttpig into the boy, sealing the water in. He so wished he could use his fingers to start playing with the boys hole, dissolving small shards of Tina and making the water shift around to distribute it deep inside him. But he wouldn’t—not yet, anway. Andy had to be basically sober when he made the declaration on video that he not high and not being coerced into boarding the plane to Aspen. The prince had a legacy and empire to protect, and had to be extra cautious about flying boys to his private estate and using them for days. Benjamin, Prince Zaid’s first boy, now 45, stood at a doorway in the basement of the big house on the private estate outside of Aspen. So, he thought, my lord prince finally has a boy he wants to test. He had been 25 when he met an incredibly magnetic and handsome man named Rohan at a party in Manhattan. Rohan was 37 then, the twelves years seeming to make the man so much more mature and wise than he could ever be. He and Rohan had started dating after that party, and Benji didn’t ask a lot of questions. Rohan was smart and wealthy and glamorous and they went and did glamorous things and ate glamorous food. After a few weeks, they began to have the most intense, mind-blowingly amazing sex of Benji’s young life. At 24 Benji was no virgin, but he’d only had sex with an older guy a few times. There was something about the way Rohan treated him, commanding him in bed and moving him around, that he found liberating and exciting. It freed him of his sense of always needing to push and be a leader. Benjamin smiled, opening the door to the dungeon to make sure everything was in order and that the fridges scattered across the big complex of rooms were stocked with beer, water, Gatorade, fresh fruit, youghurt and protein drinks, remembering the thrill he had felt when his lord Prince Zaid had shown 24-year old Benji, the dungeon hidden behind a soundproof door through the vast walk in closet of the bedroom in the Manhattan penthouse. Benji had been wearing a collar and cuffs for only the second time, and he was a little wobbly from having had his ass freshly and intensity fucked by a large dildo and Rohan’s thick ten-inch cock. Rohan had led him around the room, briefly describing the areas of the dungeon, that version far smaller and less scarier to the uninitiated than the one behind the door Benjamin pushed open. But he knew that his lord prince would eventually say to the boy Andy, something very close to what he had asked Benji all those years ago, “Come and explore all this with me, beautiful little man, let’s take a journey together.” And Benjamin also knew that the second Andy said yes, Rohan the wealthy businessman would become Andy’s lord Prince Zaid, and Andy, the boy, was on his way to becoming Andrew, the man.
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FanTasy Collection Respecting my elders. This is the 2nd story in my FanTasy Collection. In less refined forms, this one has been one of my original wild fantasies. Again I will say These are just Fantasies and have not happened "yet" ;) But how did It come about? Well, The First time I ever got spun was with a 74-year-old man. He was the 1rst man to fuck my ass and whore me out. This caused me to have a vast age gap kink and a (grand)daddy kink. Yet, he didn't like having other older men around as he wasn't attracted to them; anyways, on to the fantasy. After moving to the Big City, Curtis (25) was cruising a hookup app. When a message flashed on his phone, it was an anon profile saying "yum ."It was weak, and the profile was void of pictures; it only had stats. One of which caught his eye. Age:62. Curtis Smiled and thought about the Daddy he had left in his old town, then replied with a "Hi Daddy ."They flirted hard and fast. Within the hour the Daddy had offered to take him shopping for Lingerie. He had told the Daddy to pick him up in an hour. During that time, Curtis showered, shaved, and cleaned himself up. While getting dressed he hit a bowl and decided to go full heteronormative, with some khakis, a button-down, a sweater, and some sneakers. Then hit the bowl again when checking the messages. 10 mins away. He takes another hit and quickly lubes up a plug and inserts it. The ride over to the sex shop started quiet, but Curtis changed it to flirty pretty quickly. They were the only ones there besides the clerk when they got to the store and went in. The Daddy goes from one piece to the next Saying how hot he would look in each one. So Curtis told him that he is open to trying on stuff for him, but he has to buy at least half of all the items he tries on for him. "Just so you don't make me try on the whole store," Curtis said with a coy intonation. When the Daddy picked out three pairs of panties, a mini skirt, a mesh top, and two pairs of leggings, he became agitated when he found out there was no dressing room—asking if they could return to his place. Curtis politely declined the first meeting. Without much prompting the Daddy just decided to get a cheap room at a motel. The prompt nature of the pivot caught Curtis off guard but also turned him on. The Daddy paid up, and they were on their way. They pulled up to the nearest motel, not a super sleazy place but not one of the fancier places either. Curtis stayed in the car as the Daddy went in and got a room. The room was a standard issue, not too gross, except for the bathtub, which had slight hard water discoloration. Curtis told the Daddy to sit on the bed while he changed. Curtis shaves a rock of meth un his ass while getting ready then, comes out of his new outfit to the Daddy with cock in hand. He starts beating it, and Curtis gives a little twirl and a show. The Daddy was slightly startled when Curtis came down on his knees before him And growled when Curtis took his cock into his mouth. After a few mins, Curtis can feel the Daddy starting to Tense up, so he Lifts his mouth off of the Daddy's cock to say through drooly lips," I wanted to thank you for getting these lovely gifts for me. That's what the head was for. But you impressed me with getting this room. And I'm rewarding you with this." "Oh fuck, you are so hot," the daddy moans as Curtis Stands up, turns around, and bends over to remove his butt plug. Then walks over to the bed, Puts one knee on the bed, and turns to ask, "How do you want me, Daddy?" "I didn't bring a condom; I could try to find one," the Daddy stammered. "Daddy, you bought me stuff that would make me look hot and turn you on to see me in, and you didn't buy any condoms. So I just thought that meant what would make me look the hottest and turn you on the most would be your raw cock fucking your hot load of daddy cum into my boy hole". Curtis said while his body and mind start buzzing. The Daddy walks over and grabs Curtis' ass that was showing from under the mini skirt. Hissing into Curtis' ear, " Oh fuck yeah, you slutty little boy, you are going to take my cum deep in you," as he pushed Curtis down to doggy. With a quick spit and not a lot of care. The Daddy had quickly and forcefully thrust his entire length into Curtis. The Daddy was fucking Curis pretty hard, but what turned Curtis on even more than getting fucked was the dirty talk that started flying out of the Daddy's mouth. Curtis had to engage and did so really escalated both of their experiences. Finally, after about 10 mins, the Daddy grunts, and tensing up, he slams his cock as deep as possible "I'm cumming in your tight little ass, you dirty motel whore. Do you like that? The Daddy pants while pulling his cock out. Curtis shakes his ass playfully, then flips to face the man who filled him. "Mmmm Fuck, Thank you so much Daddy, for letting me be where you put your load today. You were right; I am hotter that way. I'd be open to you getting more outfits to fuck me in." Curtis coos while squirming happily. The Daddy sits on the bed. " Oh yea? Because I know what you would look way hotter in than that outfit." Curtis tells him He loves it when older men know how to handle him best. The Daddy then inquires about the most senior Daddy he has been with and is surprised and slightly aroused when the answer is "75, but I would go older.". When the Daddy was driving Curtis back to his place, he teasingly asked if Curtis could get dressed up in the sluttiest way next week. "If it's that hot, pictures might be necessary next time." Curtis playfully tries to coax some answers out of him. "Well, I was watching my cock pump in and out of your tight ass, and I realized that was way hotter than the outfit. Then It hit me, and I came right after thinking about it," the Daddy starts. " I was just thinking about looking down and seeing my cock doing the same thing, but what's different is that you have another daddy cock in each hand and one in your mouth, and watching all of those daddies fill you just like I did. Is that too crazy?" the Daddy asks tentatively. The stunned look on Curtis' face was instantly interpreted as horror, and the Daddy was about to backpaddle when he felt Curtis' hand on his cock. " So Daddy wants to have me get gang bred by a group of Daddy's friends? Curtis purrs, "That's 100% hot enough reason to want pictures. I'm free for that; let's talk details over text." Over the next week, they text, sext, and try to get a strategy down on how to find the daddies to participate. The Daddy makes a suggestion that stuns and gets Curtis wildly horned up. His idea was if you invite the right daddies the first time and work through some of the issues, then there is a better chance that they would be open to doing it again. So, after a bit more discussion, they were going to look for the right daddies to find for a reoccurring event where daddies were more than happy to come back and might even feel comfortable bringing a friend. So they both went looking for receptive, responsive men over the age of 50 who were not only interested in fucking, but interested in watching. The day before the event, they had invited and gotten positive reactions from 8 men. The Daddy was pretty hopeful all eight would show up. Curtis was convinced that only three would show. The day of, Curtis smoked a fat bowl and packed a premade booty bump to take with him. The Daddy stopped by to pick him up and take him to the motel, where a room was already booked. This motel was much nicer than the last one; Curtis went to the bathroom to get dressed and ready. Looking ready and breedable, Curtis asks through the closed door how long until the daddies are supposed to show up. 5 mins, 3 mins, he hears the front door open and muffled conversation. Any of those who will show up will be, and soon, The Daddy will knock on the door to let him know they are ready. Out of nerves, more than timing Curtis decides to take his booty bump and then put in his plug. Not a minute later, the knock comes. "We are ready for you, boi." Curtis lets out a deep breath, feeling the buzz already coming on; he opens the door and steps out. There were five older men in the room staring at Curtis, Who was dressed in a pair of stiletto boots, a black G string with the text " Fuck me" on them, The mini skirt that He got last week, and a tube top with the text "Yes daddy ."All of the daddies looked at least well into their 50s stunned. More confidence came when he saw all of them move their hands to their cocks. Curtis struts over and molds right in between two of the daddies he hadn't met. Giving a little intro speech, telling them that this wouldn't cost anything, but The Daddy did pay for the motel room, and he might appreciate it if you could throw him a $10 or hell If you want to step up and cover the room for the next time we do this. He tells them they don't have to commit to doing this again. After Curtis finished this shop talk, he was ready to begin. "Gentleman, This being the first time. I will be referring to All of you as either Daddy or Sir from now on, and for this first time, refer to me as a boy or any dirty names that get you off. All of you Daddies are here for me, and I'm here because I respect my elders. I want to show you how much I respect my elders by devoting my body to your pleasure. I will feel my respect for you, Daddies as it drips down my legs for the next day. What I'm trying to say is, please fuck your hot daddy DNA into my boy hole!" As he finishes his speech, he drops to a squat and works to get one of Daddy's cock out. Like clockwork, the others also get their cocks out. One cock in his mouth, one in his hand, this other hand moved to another. His mind is spinning, and he tries to see if he can give an unattended cock some attention every minute. Eventually, He is pulled up and put onto the bed. The daddies finally get to see his Gstring, which is pulled off quickly, exposing the plug and slowly pulling it out. There is a polite discussion on who might want to go first. The answer that Caugh Curtis' attention was the Daddy, who loudly and quickly said, "If I can, I want to go last. I want his ass as full of cum as possible." Their eyes locked when the Daddy finished saying that. Another just decided enough discussion had been had. Forcing Curtis into doggy and pushing the tip of his cock gently and slowly, even re-lubing up. Over the next couple of hours, Curtis was spit roasted by every combination of the Daddys. Curtis was over the moon when the first Daddy blew his load deep inside his hole, Called him a good boy, and said That this was an excellent start to how he should respect his elders. Then went off to the side to watch as this boy continued to get gang fucked. Curtis pulled the cock out of his mouth to Thank that Daddy, for staying to watch. Giving him the honor of planting his seed in his ass. and that he will continue improving on his respect for his elders. Then another cock was shoved in his mouth. Similar occurrences happened a 2nd time and a 3rd. Then The Daddy was the one shooting his nut deep inside Curtis while calling him filthy nasty names. The last Daddy to have his turn pulled the well-used and very sloppy ass up. "Have you men ever seen such a beautiful thing? This boy worked very hard to show respect for his elders. Sloppy well, used, deep seeded boy holes are the sign of respect I think more of Us men deserve. I will be fucking my load into him to mix with all of yours. But I will commit to him that I will be coming back for the next one, And I will bring a friend. Slowly pushing his big thick cock into Curtis' Swolen leaking hole. " I mean, think about it, men, we can all show a friend of ours how they should be respected, and This boy will be respecting ten men next time...and how many the time after. I want to witness all of it." the daddy grunts and announces that he is cumming. Then Leans down and whispers in Curtis's ear. "I can take you to the next level; let me pimp your ass out. My name is Rich." Part 2 will have much more cum and much more of Curtis getting spun.
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TRUE STORY! 4 years after 9/11 i went with a friend on a vacation to New York City. I was 22 & he was 21 (Let's call him DB.) and we knew each other from clubbing in Amsterdam. Because we lived close together an about 100km from Amsterdam we started to go out clubbing together. He comes from rich family so we always drove there in his BMW. After closing time we went to the Thermos Sauna to see if we could find (seperate) a hot fuck. He looked very hot naked. He was blond and had a slim slightly athletic hairless body; a real twink. I was build a bit bigger, but an athletic/muscular body due to my Judo training 4 times per week. There was a sexual tention between us but we never acted upon it. We arrived at JFK airport on 4 July. The cab ride was hell but we could look forward to the fireworks show that evening. Those 2 weeks we did almost everything together but also had some evenings/night where we did our own things. That evening he planned a sex date in our hotel room so i went out. Because i also wanted sex i went to a Cruising Bar/Club (I thought it was called Tandem). At the entrance i payed for a locker and went inside. I put all my stuff in the locker and put the towel around my waist. While walking around i saw enough hot young guys but the most guys were older than 35. After a hour or so i had eye contact with one of the hottest black guys i ever seen. He had a ripped body, his body covered with tattoos, a big smile with blinding white teeth, and something big under his towel. I walk passed him and maintained our eye contact. A little bit further i stopped to lean against the wall. I looked at him to see what he will do. After a few minutes he started moving and walked straight passed me. But then he stopped, turned around and openend his towel wide and said: "If you think you can handle all of this then follow me". He turned around and walked on with me following close. We came at 'his' room, he unlocked the door and we walked in. He dropped his towel and i did the same. "Where are you from?" he asked. I answered "The Netherlands. I'm Dutch". He answered with "Never fuck a Dutch boy" and started to laugh. He asked me if i wanted a drink. I nodded. He said "It's laced with some G". My reaction was "Perfect! That always makes me horny and relax". He started stroking his semi soft black cock while i was drinking. "YEAH! Drink it all. I want you high and loose" he said. I could see that he was getting turned on because his cock started to grow longer and thicker. "Suck me" je ordered. So i went down on my knees and took his huge cock in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and started pushing his not full erect cock inside. I'm very good in deep throating but this cock made me gag. My gag reflex tried to push me off his cock but he held my head in place and after ever gag reflex my throat relaxed for a second or two. As soon as it relaxed he pushed in deeper. Big amounts of saliva started drooling from the sides of my mouth. After 2/3 of his cock in my throat the reflex stopped which made it easier to breath thru my nose. He kept his dick inside and moved his hands to my nipples. He began to twist and pinch them which made me horny as hell. "Now do mine!" he ordered. I put my hands up and try to feel my way to them. When i found them i mirrored what he was doing. He started to grunt and i felt his cock swell up in my throat. A warm feeling went down my throat. After a minute he pulled out. "Did you come?" i asked. "Sort of" he replied. "I have loads of micro orgasms that make me ooze cum. I can cum a large amount before finally blasting the mother load!" and begins to laugh. I stand up and we started kissing. He stops kissing me and asks "Not many can handle my thick 11" cock. Why do you think that you can take mine?". "I'm playing with toys since i was 16 and i took my first fist at 18 and both hands at 21" i answered. His eyes lightened up and he said that he wanted to fist me with the cum in my ass afterwards. "No condom?" i asked surprise. "Look at it... no condom fits" he said. He saw me hesitating so he asked me if i really wanted to pass up the opportunity being fucked by an enormous black cock, but he could understand and respect my choice if i did. But he had me; i couldn't pass this up. I asked if he maybe had some K (ketamine) too relax my ass better. He answered "No" but added that he had something beter called T. In 2004 no one had even heard of Meth in The Netherlands, so i assumed that T was similar to K. I climbed in the sling and he strapped my legs up. He lubed up my ass before shoving a shard up my ass and pushing it in he then pulled out and shoved another shard in my ass. He then started to work his fingers in my ass. One quickly became two and after several minutes he had three inside me. "Your hole is already very loose" he said while massaging the melted shards inside my ass. "It burns" i said. "That will subside quickly" he replied. And within 5 minutes it went over in to a warm glow that started spreading thru my body. I was horny as hell and i pleaded with him to work my ass harder and deeper. He pulled out his fingers. My ass felt so empty that i begged him to put them back. But he had something better. He began to push his huge cock inside me. Slowly he sank deeper until he couldn't go deeper. He was stuck on 2" but determined to go balls deep. So he gave me poppers and inhaled several times very deep. My ass began to relax. He then grabbed my nipples and began twisting and pinching them again. I reached out and did the same with his nipples, before he could say anything. He began to grunt and i started moaning. I started to feel his warm cum oozing inside me. Slowly my second sphincter gave way. I yelped when the head of his cock slid past it. He then rammed his cock as deep as he could. He then nearly pulled out completely and slid his cock back in me. And rammed the last few inches thru my second sphincter. I gave a yell because of the pain. "Take some more poppers" he said. While i took deep hits he pulled out his cock and as soon as i was flying high he rammed his whole cock balls deep inside me. With every stroke he started to speed up. He piston fucked me for at least 25 minutes. He was drenched in sweat. My hole was foaming from all the cum he was oozing. His grunts became louder before slamming his cock deep inside me. I felt how his cock pulsated in my ass. Every pulse was stream of cum. It felt as an endless stream that was filling me up. He pulled out and i felt the cum gushing out of my ass. He quickly pressed his fist against my hole to stop it. I knew right away what he wanted. I took the poppers and begin to take deep hits while he started to work his fist in my ass by rotating. After about 8 hits i was flying high. I wanted his fist so bad that i pushed out as hard as i can while he pushed back. Then i relaxed again and i felt how my ass sucked his fist inside. He fisted me for at least 30 minutes before he starting to punch fuck me with his fist non-stop for 10 minutes. As he pulled out my ass remained open. Then we kissed. [ I never asked him for his status otherwise i would have know that he was poz and that he loaded me up with enough toxic cum to poz me three times over! ] MORE TO COME...
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A total slut submissive bottom visiting Toronto on 17 18 19 December 2021. I plan to attend my first ever CumUnion at Steamworks on 18 Dec 21. I also want to try my first ever booty bump. Anyone interested please message me and I will share more details.
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STORY-TIME: I recently had a bit of that fantasy, experienced in the flesh. APRIL 14th 2021 Hooked up with a new dude, random stranger on BBRT, said he was a poz dude all into the 'piggy things' and I was still spun and very horny from earlier that day being a total whore with my bestie. My bestie right about that time I was going for MORE cock on the internet, INSATIABLE, past midnight, was suddenly calling me and 'acting crazy again' (like he does every few weeks) like a possessed demon, rambling paranoid delusions of somebody who can't handle their party drugs. He blows clouds all day long and then gets freaked out, probably after slamming himself, but that just speculation. He always says to me: "Quit being a a Nancy!" when after SO MANY hits of the pipe (way more than I see guys doing in chem-porn) I say: "OK I'm good now! No more for me!" But he is a hottie, very seductive and manipulative and we had fucked that day like we have done for the past few years, OFF THE CHART for me, in the sluttiest most promiscuous manner that I have become to expect as my NEW NORMAL to push my buttons. Bottom-line: IT was a great fuck day, spun out of my mind, not slammed though! We spent that way the whole earlier part of the day, me taking his neverending loads and poundings without lube and hesitation. One load after another wondering if TODAY is or WHEN the day would come when my tina-dick would magically become the EVER-READY marathon fuck-tool that the demons bless my bestie with. He always says it psychological (he is nuts though) and one day my 'tolerance' would allow me to 'break through'... So the ranting and raving on the phone ALMOST was a buzz-kill but I was on a mission: to have pozitively UNSAFE SEX, the forbidden potentially-poisonous RAW oyster treat that makes some guys squirm and others ask for MORE... Well, not sure what I expected; it was a bit of a let-down seeing the average-looking stranger with a bit too much flab and kinda living in a 'starter-kit' hoarder sort-of-way. But I was horny and by then getting off on me being such a random WHORE! Nice dick though, cut, rugged and leathery, no novice part-time fucker. And he liked what I was working with: pierced dick, nipples and ears, and MUCH leaner and smoother than him! And the contrast turns me on! Next thing I know he is breeding me using all sort of hardcore poz-talk, about... 'you need to take more poz seed, take more STRAINS and corrupt lots of new recruits! Initiate them to THE DARK DIDE! You need to become an aggressive pozzer!' I think he that's what he said and more things that would make a sailor's ears turn red, suggestive of what sounded like it would be breaking laws in all of the 50 states of the Union and if I attempted to quote I would probably get me in deep trouble if I repeated any of it on here. So I'll leave it to your imagination. Let's just say as I was drifting between confusion and arousal, I was thinking: "Say what? Do what? Is that what he just said? (barely audible, in a demonic chant, under his breath with that) Whoa, YIKES!" (Am I imaging things now like my bestie does?) "YOU should ALWAYS wear the PA when breeding {tearing up) new converts!" were the tamer things he said as his vulgar precum-dripping mushroom cock teased and pre-lubed my hole and he was speaking as though all the words were ritual, perverse 'incantations' to bring me under a dark spell. He kept this up (hot poz talk) while he fucked me and played with my pierced nipples as though the devil told him the secret of how to get me off... Really, it felt as if everything he was saying was demonic and very corrupting! AND WORKING! Oddly, something happened I would have never expected. I got a raging hardon and fucked him, enjoying every bit of my sudden villainous vigor, as my big 2-gauge PA was tugging hard on my dick as I was inside his demon-slut hole. He had a gaping fuck-slit that must have been the work of LOTS of cocks and been conditioned by fisting or sex tools. Ever since hooking up with that CORRUPTOR, I have been beating off to pictures of guys seductively flaunting their holes... and getting especially hard for the super-slutty ones! Who are proud of their promiscuity and their past scores...
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I sat there in my chair, one of many arranged in a circle in some badly lit room at the community support center. 19 years old, 5’6”, dirty blond shaggy hair and 120 pounds of barely even muscled twink. The counselor thanks the last guy for sharing his traumatic experience and motions for me to stand and introduce myself. I stand and clear my throat. “Err hi? My names Tom, I’m 19 and I guess I’m here to talk about what happened to me last month…” One month earlier I’d had sex with guys before but I was always the top, until I let my best friend fuck me earlier this year. It changed everything. If I had known that bottoming was so great I would have done in years ago and if my friends 4 inch dick could feel that good I wanted something bigger and better. I bought myself a plastic vibrator and a bottle of amyl, it got deeper much deeper than my friend but somehow just wasn’t the same. After reading a lot of sex stories online I decided what I needed was to go to a bathhouse, the hottest stories were over guys roughly taking dick after dick, I jerked it multiple times over the bareback stories but I wasn’t going to risk anything like that. I wasn’t out as gay yet so I needed a place I wouldn’t get caught out, after checking squirt for a good place to go, I found a sauna that looked fairly discreet and one or two guys mentioned stealth in the comments. Seemed like the best place to go unnoticed. 3 hours later after a deep clean, I nervously walked up to the 4 story matte black building, pushed open the large red door and made my way upstairs. The man behind the glass window looked me up and down before asking for ID, after giving me another look he passed it back. ‘Room or locker? Lockers $15 and rooms $40, first time?’ ‘Uhh yeah, do I need a room?’ The guy smirked, ‘no you don’t NEED a room but it makes things easier’. I just shrugged and pulled out $40. ‘I’ll take a room then’ The guy gave me a key and towel and buzzed me through. ‘Find your locker and strip off, towels only past the locker room and your rooms on level 3 kid’, he called as the door closed behind me. The room smelt like the locker room at high school except for the addition of the amyl smell I’d come to know so well. I made my way through the dimly lit locker room and after copping a few odd glances and slap on the ass, I found my locker and started to strip off. Even the years or PE at high school never got me over the embarrassment of undressing in front of so many other guys. I definitely never got so many blatant stares as I stripped off my briefs and quickly wrapped myself in my towel. Clutching my towel around my waist in one hand and the bottle of amyl in the other, I followed a guy through the only other door in the locker room and into room with what looked like two hot tubs and a raised glass walled platform between them lined with showers so you could see the guys showering from the outside, beyond that both a wooden door marked SAUNA and a frosted door marked STEAM. I must have stopped walking as I noticed one guy with his hands on the shower glass as another fucked him from behind as a guy tapped me on the shoulder and asked in my ear, ‘First time kid?’ I made a girlish noise as I was shocked out of my staring, earning a few laughs from other guys in the room as I turned and looked at the guy. He was 6’1”, black and muscled with tattoos up his firm arms, chest and stomach, a guy straight from one of my favorite stories and very close. I don’t know how my face felt so hot when so much blood was rushing elsewhere. ‘Y…yeah, first time’. Holding up the key around my wrist like an idiot. The black god before me chuckled at my awkwardness and pushed my hand down after giving the key tag a glance, ‘Well how about I show you around and help you find your room? You look a bit nervous’. Putting his hand on the back on my shoulder and turning me towards the stairs, we were half way to across the tiled floor before it occurred to me to reply, my mind occupied with keeping the folds of my towel over the erection inside. ‘Thanks, that would help, um.. my names Tom’. ‘Nobody uses real names here kid, if you make the right impression someone might give you a name but otherwise we don’t care’ he said sternly as he half pushed me up the stairs. ‘Wet area back down there, dark rooms and glory holes on this level. You should check them out before we find your room, perfect for first timers.’ I nodded dumbly as he led me through the dim hall ways, my wide eyes drawn to the other guys walking past in towels, some over their shoulders, some with not a towel in sight. Coming up to a line of doors we stopped and he turned me to face him. ‘Ever sucked a cock kid?’. ‘Yeah a few’, nervousness twisting my stomach at the chance to suck the dick of such a hot guy. ‘Good, start in here’ He said opening a one of the doors to reveal a small dark booth with dim red bulb providing enough light to reveal a foot long slit cut in the wall about head height. ‘You need to calm down kid, lock yourself in here and suck some dick, you wanna stop being so nervous right? This will help, but you gotta give me your key and towel so I can take them up to your room’. It sounded reasonable so I stepped inside, unwrapping myself and handing over my key, towel and amyl. He refused the amyl saying, ‘No you wanna keep that, take long deep sniffs. Come on take one now, no not like a pussy, longer kid, until you can’t take in any more’. I did as I was told, my head and chest feeling hot and my head a little dizzy. ‘yeah that’s right, keep that shit up when you can and make sure you suck whatever comes through that hole, you’ll love it trust me. Lock the door and I’ll knock when I get back’. And the was gone, the door closing and leaving me in the dark space. With shaking fingers I latched the door and turned to see the door close in the other room and a barely lit crotch press up against the hole, I stepped up to the hole, swallowing the lump in my throat and gently took the hard shaft jutting from the wall. Berating myself for being such a pussy and reminding myself that this is the stuff I came for, like in the stories. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the guys cock. I started sucking and bobbing my head, hearing the guys on the other side moan and grunt his needs. ‘Yeah man’, ‘That’s good’ and ‘Watch the teeth’ before his cock throbbed and with a loud ‘Fuck yeah’ came in my mouth, 5 spurts and a gulp later, the cock pulled away and the guy left. Less than a minute later another man stepped into the booth, latched the door and stepped up to the slit. This guy was short but his cock was much longer. Taking hold of his shaft with both hand I began to stroke the biggest cock I’d even seen, marveling at the fact it was long enough to fill both my palms. ‘Stop fucking playing and suck it man’ He growled from the other side. Startled but turned on my the aggressive attitude I took his cock in my mouth and began sucking. ‘Come on take it deeper’. I tried to take more of his dick, but kept gagging every time he hit the back of my throat. I pulled away coughing, uncapping the amyl I took another deep sniff, the guys kneeling to look through the hole. ‘Shit man your young, yeah take another hit, that’s right. Come here and let’s see if you can take more’. By now my head was spinning as I recapped the bottle and stepped forward, the man on the other side reached through the slit and guided my head back to his dick, clutching a handful of hair on the back of my head and ramming it down my throat. I dropped the bottle and slammed my hands up against the divider, my forehead slamming up against the sides on the wooden slit as I gagged around the cock trying to force it’s way even deeper. My eyes watered as I tried to push back, the attempt just making the pain of pulled hair worse as he just gripped tighter. With a final shove, my chin pressed against his balls, my throat spasming around the guys member as I struggled to both breath and push away. ‘Fuck yeah, that’s more like it. Come on start sucking and breath through your fucking nose’. Using my hair for leverage he pulled my head back enough for me to suck in some air through my nose before forcing me back down to start gagging again, then repeated the action and setting up a rhythm. Hands pressed against the smooth black painted wood I struggled and gagged against the treatment, breathing when I could and tears running down my cheeks. The hair in his grip hurting with every pull but hurting less if I didn’t struggle against it, a constant string of verbal abuse getting more and more forceful as he worked himself closer to climax with my throat. ‘Yeah suck it faggot’, ‘Take my fucking dick’, ‘ Fucking gonna rape that throat’, ‘Gonna nut, take it cunt’. With 3 final sharp thrusts, not allowing me another breath he held my head down against the partition as his cock hardened further and throbbed, spewing his load down my throat. Desperate for air I started pounding on the wall, yet still he held me there, hard cock lodged down my throat until with a last throb he roughly pulled himself free and released my hair. I fell back and rolled over as a coughed and spluttered, his load running out my nose as I continued to cough and struggle to drawn in more air. Just then I heard a knock on the door and my guide called out, ‘Sounds like your done in there, come on out kid. I wanna show you the dark room’. To be continued..
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