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Hey, first time posting (I think) and I'm kinda lazy, so I used AI to write this, mostly. Nonetheless, I think it's pretty hot so I hope you'll enjoy! Trevor strutted through the bustling university quad, his muscular physique and confident gait drawing envious glances from the sea of students that parted before him. His baseball cap sat slightly askew on his head, casting a shadow over his piercing blue eyes that seemed to gleam with the promise of unbridled passion and dominance. His broad shoulders and powerful biceps, the result of countless hours in the gym, rippled beneath his letterman's jacket, leaving little to the imagination. The sun kissed his golden hair and tanned skin, a testament to the countless afternoons he had spent on the baseball field, mastering the art of the home run and the subtle dance of the perfect catch. As he approached the library, his thoughts drifted from his upcoming game to the clandestine desires that haunted his dreams and filled his solitary moments. His heart raced at the thought of the powerful, rough hands of a gruff trucker, the gentle yet firm touch of an experienced daddy, or the surprising strength of a bear who could handle his athletic frame. The whispers of his secret cravings grew louder as he pushed open the heavy doors, the scent of aged books and dusty knowledge mingling with the faint musk of his arousal. The cool, quiet embrace of the library was a stark contrast to the chaos of the outside world. Trevor sought refuge in the farthest corner of the building, where the echoes of footsteps and hushed conversations couldn't reach him. His eyes scanned the rows of books, finally landing on a tucked-away section of the adult literature shelf. His pulse quickened as he pulled out a book titled "The Muscle Bitch's Awakening." The cover depicted a muscular young man bound and gagged, surrounded by a group of diverse, older men who leered at him with unabashed lust. He hurriedly found an empty study carrel, his heart pounding in his chest. As he thumbed through the pages, the vivid descriptions of the muscle-bound hero's submission to his new masters brought a flush to his cheeks and a thickness to his cock. The scenes of public humiliation, the raw, animalistic gangbangs, and the endless streams of cum filling his body were so intense that he could almost feel the ropes cutting into his own wrists and the hot breath of his tormentors on his neck. The quiet was suddenly pierced by the sound of footsteps growing closer. Trevor's heart skipped a beat as he tried to compose himself, sliding the book into his backpack just in time as Professor Harris, the burly, bearded economics professor with a penchant for leather, rounded the corner. The professor's eyes scanned the area, lingering on the empty chair in front of Trevor. The young athlete felt a bead of sweat roll down his spine as he feigned interest in his economics textbook. "Trevor, I've been looking for you," Professor Harris rumbled, his voice a mix of authority and something else that made Trevor's cock twitch. The professor leaned against the desk, his leather elbow patches scraping against the wood. "I noticed you've been having some trouble with your last paper. I think you might benefit from a private tutoring session." Trevor's breath hitched as he met the professor's gaze. He had always felt a strange attraction to the man, his gruff exterior and knowing smirk hinting at secrets and experiences that the young jock longed to explore. "When would that be, sir?" he asked, his voice a little too eager. "How about tonight, after the library closes?" Professor Harris suggested, his eyes darkening with a glint of interest. "My office is in the basement, you won't be disturbed." Trevor swallowed hard, his imagination racing with images of what this private session might entail. He nodded, his voice a whisper, "Yeah, I'll be there." The rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation and trepidation. Each hour that ticked by only served to heighten his excitement and fear of the unknown. Would Professor Harris uncover his deepest desires? Would the professor be the one to finally give him the domination and degradation he craved? As the sun set, the library grew quieter, the final whispers of students fading away as they vacated the hallowed halls of knowledge. The clock chimed the hour, signaling that it was time for his rendezvous. Trevor's heart hammered in his chest as he made his way to the basement, his footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. The air grew thick with the scent of leather and something else, something primal, as he approached Professor Harris' office. The door was ajar, and a sliver of warm light spilled into the hallway. Trevor pushed it open, his eyes immediately drawn to the professor sitting behind his desk, his fingers toying with the edge of a leather-bound book. Professor Harris looked up, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of the nervous jock. "Ah, just the man I was expecting," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of him. "Take a seat, Trevor." Trevor's legs felt like jelly as he approached the chair, his eyes darting around the room. It was a cluttered space, filled with books and papers, but it was the collection of leather restraints and sex toys displayed openly on the shelves that truly caught his attention. His cock grew even harder in his pants as he sat down, his palms sweaty against the cool leather of the chair. "Now, about that paper," Professor Harris began, his eyes never leaving Trevor's. "It's clear you have a... unique perspective on the economy. But I think we might need to explore some alternative methods to really bring out your potential." The professor's tone was low and seductive, sending shivers down Trevor's spine. He nodded, his voice a strangled sound. "Whatever you think is best, sir." Professor Harris stood up, his large frame seemingly swelling in the dim light. He walked around the desk, his steps deliberate and predatory. Trevor's eyes followed him, unable to look away as the man stopped right beside him. The professor's hand reached out, gripping his chin firmly and tilting his head up. "You've got such a pretty face, such a strong body," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of Trevor's jaw. "But it's your obedience I want to see first." Without another word, Professor Harris opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a shiny silver keyring adorned with leather cuffs and chains. Trevor's eyes widened as he recognized the tools of his most secret fantasies. The professor leaned in, his beard brushing against the student's cheek as he whispered, "You're going to be my muscle bitch tonight, aren't you?" Trevor's cock throbbed in his pants, begging for release as he nodded, his voice a barely audible murmur. "Yes, sir." Professor Harris' smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he stepped back. "Good boy. Now strip," he ordered, his voice firm and unyielding. Trembling with anticipation, Trevor stood and began to remove his clothes, revealing his god-like physique inch by inch. The professor's gaze roamed hungrily over him, taking in every detail, every curve and ripple of muscle. As the last piece of fabric hit the floor, Trevor felt more exposed than he ever had before. His cock jerked in response to the power dynamics playing out before him. He was the alpha jock, yet here he was, about to submit to the whims of his professor, a man he had secretly lusted after for so long. Professor Harris' eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Trevor's naked body. "You're even more impressive than I imagined," he said, his voice thick with desire. He gestured to a bottle of baby oil on the desk. "Now, let's get you all oiled up. You're going to pose and flex for me, really show off those muscles. It's all part of the psychological conditioning." Trevor's hands shook as he picked up the bottle, the cool liquid sloshing against the glass. He began to dribble the oil over his broad chest, his muscles jumping and tensing with every touch. The slick, viscous fluid slid down his abs, coating his body in a sheen that made him look even more like a statue come to life. His heart raced as he felt the professor's gaze on him, his own self-consciousness mixing with the thrill of submission. He spread his legs, showing off his firm, muscular thighs and the thick, heavy bulge between them. As he flexed his arms, his biceps popping and his triceps bulging, Professor Harris stepped closer, his hand outstretched. "Let me," he said, taking the bottle from Trevor's trembling grip. The professor's hands were warm and rough as they began to spread the oil over his pupil's body, starting at the shoulders and working down to the small of his back. The older man's touch was firm, yet gentle, each stroke seeming to release a new wave of tension in Trevor's muscles. The jock couldn't help but moan as the oil was rubbed into his chest, the professor's thumbs circling his sensitive nipples. He watched in the mirror on the wall, his own eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal as the professor's bearded face hovered over his, the leather of his jacket creaking with each movement. The professor's hands continued their journey, sliding down to his abs, tracing the deep lines of his six-pack before moving lower to cup and squeeze his heavy, swollen balls. "You're going to be my little plaything," Professor Harris murmured, his breath hot against Trevor's ear. "You're going to love every second of it." The young athlete's knees almost buckled as the professor's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it with a firm grip. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his darkest desires were playing out in the very place where he was supposed to seek academic enlightenment. Yet, here he was, naked and oiled up, being manhandled by the very man who held the key to his academic success. "On your knees," Professor Harris ordered, his voice deep and commanding. Trevor complied, his muscles quivering as he knelt before the professor. The man's leather boots filled his vision, and he felt a strange sense of peace wash over him. This was where he belonged, at the mercy of his superior. Professor Harris leaned down, his leather jacket brushing against Trevor's oiled skin as he attached the leather cuffs to the young man's wrists. The cold metal of the handcuffs clicked into place, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. The professor then fastened the ankle cuffs, securing them to the legs of the chair. Trevor was now bound, completely at the mercy of the man he had fantasized about for so long. The professor stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "Very good," he murmured, his hand trailing down the line of Trevor's spine, sending shivers down the jock's body. "Now, let's see what kind of muscle bitch you truly are." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black remote. With a flick of his thumb, the room was suddenly bathed in a soft red light, and the sound of leather slapping against skin filled the air. Trevor's eyes went wide with excitement as the professor approached him, a leather paddle in hand. The first strike came down hard on his left shoulder, and he couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure. The sting was delicious, a stark contrast to the softness of the oil on his skin. The second blow landed on his right cheek, leaving a warm, tingling sensation that spread across his backside. The rhythm grew steadier, each smack of the paddle sending a jolt of painful pleasure through his body. With every strike, Trevor felt his muscles tighten, his body responding to the dominance of his professor. The pain was a sweet release, pushing aside the stress of his life, the expectations of his peers, and the burden of his secret desires. The room was filled with the scent of leather and oil, the sounds of skin on skin echoing through the otherwise silent library basement. His cock was rock hard, straining against his stomach, begging for attention. Professor Harris noticed the effect he was having and chuckled darkly. "It seems you enjoy this more than you're willing to admit," he said, placing the paddle aside. His hand caressed Trevor's reddened skin, his touch almost tender as he trailed his fingers down the jock's spine. "But we're just getting started." The professor opened his desk drawer again, revealing an array of toys and devices that made Trevor's eyes widen. He pulled out a thick, black dildo with a leather harness attached. "This," he said, holding it up for Trevor to see, "will be your new best friend tonight." Trevor's heart raced as Professor Harris approached him, the harness jingling softly with each step. The man's scent was intoxicating, a mix of leather and something darker, something that made the young athlete's knees wobble. The professor's hands were deft as he adjusted the straps, positioning the dildo at the entrance to Trevor's tight, untouched hole. Trevor felt a thrill of fear mixed with anticipation as the cold, slick head of the toy nudged against him. "This is going to be a real education for you," Professor Harris murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to learn what it's like to be used and owned." He pushed the dildo in slowly, watching with a cruel smile as Trevor's eyes widened and his body tensed. The young man bit his lip to stifle a cry as the toy filled him, stretching him wider than he ever thought possible. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that he had only dreamed of experiencing. As the professor worked the dildo in and out, he reached into another drawer, pulling out a shiny, chrome butt plug. Trevor's eyes grew even larger as the man lubricated it with oil, his mind racing with the knowledge of what was to come. The plug was thick and tapered, and as Professor Harris pushed it into his stretched hole, the jock could feel the muscles clench around it, trying to resist the intrusion. The burn was intense, but the feeling of being filled, claimed, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Professor Harris must have noticed Trevor's struggle because he paused and leaned in close, whispering, "Take a hit of these, it'll make it easier." He held out the bottle of poppers, the amyl nitrate fumes wafting up to tickle Trevor's nose. The young man took a tentative sniff, feeling his head spin and his body light up with a sudden rush of euphoria. The world around him grew hazier, his senses more acute. As the poppers took hold, the pain from the plug melded into pleasure, a deep, primal ache that made him want more. He nodded eagerly, and the professor pushed the plug deeper, the metal warming to his body temperature, filling him up completely. Trevor could feel his hole clench around the toy, his body betraying his desire for this kind of treatment. The room swam around him as Professor Harris began to pump the dildo in and out with a rhythm that matched the thundering of his own heartbeat. Each thrust sent waves of sensation through his body, making him moan and squirm against his restraints. His cock was a steel rod, desperate for any kind of contact, but the professor was cruel in his attentions, ignoring it completely as he focused on the jock's ass. Trevor felt the beginnings of a climax building, his body tightening and his breath coming in ragged gasps. The professor's hand found its way to his neglected cock, stroking it with a firm yet gentle touch that had him teetering on the edge. "Not yet," the older man murmured, his voice a low growl of command. "You're going to come when I say you can." The jock's eyes rolled back in his head as the professor's fingers tightened around his shaft, the leather of his gloves adding a delicious friction. He could feel his body straining, begging for release, but he held back, his muscles quivering with the effort. The room was a cacophony of sounds, the slap of leather, the slick slide of the dildo, and the grunts and moans of his own desperation. Professor Harris leaned in closer, his hot breath a stark contrast to the cold metal of the handcuffs biting into Trevor's wrists. "You're doing so well," he crooned, his voice a dark promise of things to come. "But now it's time to show you who's really in charge." With a flick of his wrist, the professor produced a studded leather strap, the metal rings glinting in the dim light. He wrapped it around Trevor's thick neck, securing it with a deft click. The young man could feel the studs pressing into his skin, a constant reminder of his subjugation. The professor tightened the strap, making sure it was snug but not too tight. "Breathe," he instructed, and Trevor took a deep breath, feeling the leather constrict slightly with each inhale. Professor Harris stepped back to admire his handiwork, his own arousal clear in the bulge pressing against the front of his pants. He circled Trevor like a predator, his eyes never leaving the bound student. "You look so beautiful, my little muscle bitch," he murmured, his voice a gruff caress. "Now, let's really get to work." The professor's hand reached out, tracing a line from the collar around Trevor's neck down to his chiseled chest. He pinched a nipple, watching with satisfaction as it hardened into a tight peak. Trevor moaned, his body arching into the touch despite the pain. The professor chuckled, a deep rumble that seemed to resonate in the very marrow of his bones. "I can see you're enjoying this," he said, his voice a dark purr. "But we're just getting started." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, shiny object. Trevor's eyes focused on it, trying to make out what it was. It was a tiny silver key, and the professor held it up to the light, watching it twinkle as he approached. The young athlete's breath hitched as the professor leaned down and unlocked the leather collar around his neck, replacing it with a new one that was equipped with a thick, shiny O-ring. "This will be your new collar," he said, his tone possessive. "A symbol of your submission to me." The professor stepped back and unbuckled his own belt, the sound echoing through the small room like a gunshot. He pulled out his cock, thick and hard, and began stroking it with a practiced hand. "Now," he said, his eyes never leaving Trevor's, "you're going to show me how much you really want this." He moved closer, positioning himself in front of the bound student. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and Trevor obeyed, his jaw dropping as the professor slid his cock between the jock's lips. The taste of leather and sweat filled Trevor's mouth as he began to suck, his tongue swirling around the velvety head. Professor Harris's hands found their way into his hair, guiding the rhythm, pushing him deeper with each thrust. The jock felt his throat stretch and burn as he took the older man's length, his own desires growing stronger with each gag. He had never felt so alive, so in tune with his body's need for submission. The professor's grip tightened, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he face-fucked his pupil. Trevor could feel the man's balls slapping against his chin, the heat of his lust radiating through the leather. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, his own body responding in ways he had never allowed before. The pain and pleasure melded together, creating a symphony of sensation that made him want to scream. Professor Harris leaned in closer, his beard brushing against Trevor's cheek as he whispered, "You're doing so well, such a good little slut." The words were like a brand, searing themselves into the young man's soul. He had never felt so degraded, so used, and yet it was everything he had ever wanted. The professor's strokes grew faster, his breathing more ragged. Trevor could feel the man's orgasm building, his cock swelling in his mouth. He sucked harder, eager to taste the salty release that was just moments away. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, his own cock aching and desperate for attention. -
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1. Beer in hand I flopped down on the couch and reached for the television remote. It had been a long day and I was exhausted. With the apartment empty of my three roommates for once I excited to relax and just enjoy the silence for one. I’d lived with the same guys since freshmen year of college when we’d all been assigned to the same suit. Then after college we’d all wanted to move to Chicago and so decided to get a place together. It was a good arrangement, at least we all knew we got a long and didn’t annoy the crap out of each other. People in college used to joke that we made an odd group. All three of my roommates had come out at some point freshmen year and I was like the token straight boy. We all found it funny. That day however, my whole universe had changed. Going to set my beer on the table I noticed a small unmarked brown bottle sitting on the coffee table. I picked it up, turning it over in my hand. It was about half full some kind of liquid. And then I did something that would have had a chemistry teacher screaming at me. I opened the bottle, held it directly under my nose and sniffed. It smelled almost like fuel, or cleaner, maybe like rubbing alcohol. It was a scent that told you this wasn’t something you were supposed to be inhaling, and yet… as soon as that first deep pull hit me I felt a lightness come over my body. It drew me back in for another sniff. This time I held it close to one nostril and plugged the other. I inhaled deeply pulling the mysterious scent deep into my lungs. Heat started to spread through my body. It started in my chest and radiated outward like a fire spreading across a log. I gasped. My head spun. I felt like my limbs were made of Jello but at the same time I felt full of electricity. I couldn’t help it. I took another sniff. This time I held my breath for a moment, holding the scent in my lungs before letting it out again in a gasping breath. The heat was now like a fire. I felt sweat trickling down my back. I felt lost in the heat. I pulled my shirt off, the fabric felt too constricting. I had to let some of the heat out. I breathed deeply a few times trying to calm myself, but I was still spinning. My heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. I pressed my hand to my chest, as if to calm my heartrate, but felt something else entirely. Rubbing my hand across my chest felt good… better than contact with my own body had ever felt. It was almost sensual. I hesitated for a moment, and then took another long sniff from the bottle. My hand drifted, almost of its own accord to my nipple and started to rub at the pert pink flesh. A groan escaped my mouth, and I flopped my head back against the cushions of the couch. “Holy shit,” I said outloud to the empty room as I started to toy with my nipple. I’d never really been much into my own nipples. A few girls had tried playing with them while we fucked but it had never really done much for me, and I’d always just left them alone while I masturbated. Now, however, they felt alive and electric. I twisted my own flesh feeling the heat in my chest well up as I did so. What the hell was happening, I thought, but at the same time decided I didn’t care. I kept rubbing my nipples enjoying the sensation through the haze that now filled my mine. Slowly the warmth started to fade and desperate to feel it again I pressed the still open bottle to my nose again and inhaled twice more. I wondered somewhere in the back of my mind if this was dangerous but I didn’t care. It felt good. I ran my hands all over my body feeling little sparks of pleasure whenever my fingers touched my skin. I kneaded my hairy pecs and felt the firm muscles beneath the flesh. Sweat was starting to spring up all over my body, and I suddenly realized I was hard as a rock I took another long drag from the bottle, and basking in the heat that it brought, unbuttoned my pants. I shimmied them off and sat on the couch in just my tented boxers. I rubbed at my cock through the fabric, a massive wet spot quickly forming as my cock started to leak precum. I lay my head back again. With one hand I played with my nipple and with the other stroked my throbbing cock through my underwear. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore. Without even considering that one of my roommates might come home and fine me naked and hard on the couch, I stripped off my boxers and sat down fully naked on the couch. I grabbed the bottle off the coffee table and took several long huffs from it. My head was spinning. Stars were popping in front of my eyes. My chest felt tight, and my body felt like it was on fire. I stroked my cock. Shivers ran up my spine it all felt so good. I leaned further back into the couch and rubbed myself. My whole body was on fire. The scent of sweat joined the mysterious smell in my nostrils, which only seemed to turn me on more. I didn’t understand what had happened. When I sat down I hadn’t been horny in the least bit and now I was alight with lust. I pulled on my balls, moaning almost uncontrollably. Precum was now flowing freely from the head of my throbbing cock. It glistened on my shaft and matted down my dense pubes. It felt like I was in heat. I couldn’t control myself. I was being led by horny compulsions. After another big sniff of the brown bottle my hand started to drift down from my balls. At first playing across my taint causing little gasps to escape my mouth. Then, as if lead by someone else, for the first time in my life, I flicked my fingers across my hole. I’d never felt anything like it. Erotic pleasure erupted through me. I moaned and slid down the couch so my hips were tilted up and I had better access to my hole. I pressed against the tender flesh, feeling the resistance my hole gave and willing my body to give in. I pulled my hand away from my hole only long enough to spit into my palm and take another big huff from the bottle. I rubbed my spit slicked fingers on my hole and my head spun. I had never imagined anything could feel like this. It was overwhelming. My head lolled backwards and my mouth hung open stupidly. I felt a little trickle of drool escape the side of my mouth but I didn’t care. All that I was focused on was pleasuring my hole. My dick was completely forgotten, leaking as much as ever, pressed against my treasure trail. I never heard the door. I was too lost in my horny haze to pay attention to anything other than how good it felt to press my slick fingers against my virgin hole. I didn’t notice my roommate Alec walking up to the couch, or the shocked and terrified look on his face. I had no idea he was there until his shout of, “Jesus Christ! Matt what the hell are you doing?” broke through my mind.
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BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her mother in another city. This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows how long. I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle. But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me. I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed! He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out. I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking him more and more. We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all. He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me. Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs. The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed by upon first entry. I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me. He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening. I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now. It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in. “Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!” I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock. I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic. Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome! “I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted. “Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really. “Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot. And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that. “Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I needed his seed swimming in my guts. “Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled. I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him, practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls. That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always heaven to me. He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening cock from my happy hole. I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss me he did! When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and smiling wide. I’d done my job. We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum. Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way. He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages, just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange message from him. Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed. Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town? His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over. And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads? I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry. What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.
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I got bred four times throughout my time at cumunion in the dark room last night! Definitely more than I've ever done in one night, and it feels amazing. I loved taking raw cock and moaning for them - it's like a dream come true. It's kind of hard to believe I've taken this hot step now, but now I'm feeling like I should have done this a long time ago and I just want more men inside me. I've been on a bit of a personal journey to embrace riskier fun and embrace my bottom side more. I usually play with older men, and so a lot of the time I happen to end up topping even if I wanted to bottom. Yesterday I decided I really, really needed to bottom and get cum inside of me, and I followed through. I usually get a bit nervous about it and concerned about what my partner might think, but I just knew I had to do it yesterday. I had a light dinner with the partner before heading out and told them I'd be going to the bars, I did not tell him I was planning on getting men to breed me, but he knows I play haha. I left the house cleaned out and prelubed, and had some more drinks at the bars before heading over to cumunion. It was a decent crowd, and the dark room wasn't quite actually dark haha, but it served its purpose, lots of men fucking and breeding. I was determined to bottom, I can't quite recall all the details of how I got into position when and where for each of the fucks, but I did keep track of how many times I got fucked, and by the end of the night I'd been bred four times. The most memorable fuck I was on my knees bent over for a man to fuck me from behind, he was huge and made me moan loudly, so I huffed my poppers and was fortunately able to take him all the way and let him have his way with me. Recounting it now, I'm so horny for being a cumdump this way, which I've never really done before. I never saw who was fucking me, so it was all totally anonymous no questions asked no loads refused breeding. Amazing. I went home later, and I bred my partner with the loads still inside me and told him I'm a slutty boy. I'm a lot less concerned now with what he might think of me doing this, so that's great as well. I'll be looking forward to the next time I get to have men breed me again.
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Twink boy from manila, wanna get massively gangbanged (breeding gangbang, bukkake gangbang). Willing to be used all day all night, maybe even for 2 days (whole weekend). If anyone can arrange or is looking for a submissive cumdump twink bottom to gangfucked, chat me in tg @kaishuaaa or reach me through email kaishua.lee@gmail.com
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I haven’t made one of these since Craigslist but if any hung white tops (dads, bears, otters) want to slide in a 18 y/o hole message me for my info. I can host in Madison, WI or come to you. On spring break so wouldn’t mind sleep over.
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Hey, I’m new to this forum, but you are my inspiration. For years I’ve wanted to become a cumdump, but have been terrified of taking raw loads. I‘ve always wanted to be the woman in porn who gets pounded in a gangbang and have dreamed of being one of those bottoms from a Treasure Island movie. The strange thing is I’ve always considered myself to be straight and am attracted to women. However, I have to face reality that I’m a submissive beta that women aren’t really interested in and that my role in life is to service alpha men and their cocks. My lust to be used by raw cocks and filled with loads become overwhelming and I finally gave in and got on Prep. I bottomed for 3 guys recently and it was the first time I’ve ever been bred. The feeling of complete submission and being used for the group’s pleasure was so incredible that I crave it everyday. This weekend I finally went to an adult theater and had 7 men use me - they all came in me. There was a woman there watching me moan during it (I was moaning more loudly than the woman getting gangbanged on the movie) and I’ve never felt so slutty in my life, but it was incredible. Sexually it is my role to service dominant men, and it feels like my life is just beginning. Next thing is booking pig week - I’m shooting for 500 loads throughout the week. Clearly once you are bred for the first time, you are forever addicted, but I love it! I’d like to find a master for pig week, if there is anyone who would like to see a new cumdump become a total whore please let me know!
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Hey guys. I've been reading these forums for a while but this is my first time posting. I've barebacked with ex boyfriends before and barebacked occasionally during a drunk one night stand or two, but as a lot of you seem to have felt, I've always known that I love barebacking and that the idea of taking loads from strangers or groups is the absolute hottest thing in the world to me. I can't get off to porn with condoms and even thinking about getting in a sling at a bathhouse and taking endless raw dick makes me hard as fuck. But, like a lot of people, I am still scared to just start taking loads left and right like I want to. I feel like this is a pretty normal hesitation and deep down I think eventually I'll turn into a complete cumdump, but it's hard to know when to take the first step. So I was just wondering for those of you who went through a similar process, what was it that finally set you over the edge and made your fantasies start to be realities?
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Last night, I met some friends out for drinks. I parked my car on one of the side streets and hit a more popular microbrewery. The Detroit riverwalk area has a few straight pubs so we did a little hopping. I had already deep cleaned my ass before going out just in case some straight man got some liquid courage to try some ass instead of pussy. Not having eaten, I took my drinking slow, trying a lot of the specialty brews. A lot. Still, by the end of the night, I had a nice buzz and my friends were ready to go their separate ways. I decided to walk to a nearby coney (fast food diner) to help the buzz subside. I figured both the walk and a nice meal would help, and if not, a nap in the car would definitely help. So instead of taking Jefferson, the main road, I took a side road between Jefferson and the river. It was dark and the cool air felt good on my face. Only downside was the occasional drizzle leading to a light fog. I passed a dumpster by an abandoned building when nature called, I needed to take a leak. As I walked around the dumpster, I already had my pants unzipped, dick in hand when I was surprised to see two guys sitting, leaning against the wall, smoking and with a couple of paper-bagged bottles in their hands. The first guy was easily 6’4”, short curled dreads, dark ebony skin, maybe about 240lbs. Second guy was shorter, maybe 5’8”, really skinny, clothes too big for his frame. Both with beards and I noticed their athletic shoes were pretty worn. They didn’t smell too fresh, but I can appreciate a good man scent, either from gym workout or daily sweat. I’m sure I caught them off guard, as well, but it was two of them and one of me. I explained really quickly with slightly slurred speech that I just needed to take a leak. The big guy was gentle with me and said, sorry man, we’re hanging out here, cops don’t mess with us back here but let me take you around the building, show you a place with more privacy. He put his arm around me, looked back at his smaller friend and guided me to the back of the building. I didn’t get a scary vibe from the big guy at all, otherwise I would have taken off in a heartbeat. As he led me behind the building, pointed out that my shoe was untied. I thanked him and knelt down to tie it. He said he had to take a leak too and if I didn’t mind him doing the same. With that, he undid his pants and pulled out a really thick dark tool, about 7” easily, soft and uncut. He pulled the skin back partially and let loose a stream within 2 feet of my face. I just stopped tying my shoe and stared. His stream stopped but he left his dick hanging out. Gently, he pulled my head toward it and said, “open your mouth.” Without waiting, he rubbed his dick on my lips and pushed in. I could smell his masculine scent emanating from his balls just inside his zipper. I loved the way his ounces curled up tight just above his dick and he continued to massage my head as his meat got stiffer in my mouth. Not letting go of my head, mouthful of dick, I heard a voice behind me, the thin second guy. “Everything good?” “Oh Yeah,” the first guy said. “Then maybe it’s my turn to get a little action,” the skinny guy said. While keeping the first guy in my mouth, the little guy lifted me from the ground to where I was basically bent over sucking dick. The skinny guy undid my pants and pulled them to the ground. He then spread my ass cheeks and I felt a hot wet tongue digging deep in my hole. He continued eating my ass for about 5 solid minutes while the big guy’s dick was rock hard in my mouth to the point I was gagging and coughing out spit all over his dick. At this point, his pants were opened more, belt still cinched, but zipper spread, balls pulled out. Scrotum easily about the size of a medium orange, dick about 8-9 inches, 5 around. So the skinny guy stopped eating my ass and I heard the zipper then a thumping of flesh on my bent over ass. Then I heard some more spit being produced, felt my hole being roughly fingered, and then the head of his raw dick push against my hole. OWWWW!!!! The big guy held his dick firmly in my mouth, which kept my scream gagged as the skinny guy slowly pushed inside me. I had no idea how big he was but either for lack of lube or because he was just fucking huge, I could feel my hole being split open. The big guy chuckled gently and said, “damn, you’re gonna make this guy’s hole into a pussy. Never knew your dick was bigger than mine.” At that point, all I could do was accept the fact that I was being spit roasted in a back alley by two huge big black dicked men. (If my boyfriend had any idea, I would be so dead.) I felt the fucker shoot his first load and continue till he shot a second load deep up my ass. I knew it was a lot because I could feel a lot of pulses as he came. He pulled out with a squishy sound and the guy in my mouth pulled out and said, “my turn.” I had basically been nursing the huge guy since I couldn’t do much with something that long and thick. The skinny guy pulled around in front of me and it was then that I saw his size. I’m sure he must have done some damage because he was easily 10-11” long and I’m guessing definitely over 6 inches thick (my bf is 6 inches thick). His dick was slick with his cum and I could taste the damage he had done to my hole. The big guy behind me said, “ain’t no shame in getting a taste of my bruh before I smash.” And I felt his bearded mouth latch onto and literally chew on my puffed out cum coated anus. He pulled back, gave an Mmmmm, and pushed inside me. While he was big, he was nowhere as big as the skinny guy. So it was a little easier to take his dick, but he still stung as he slid in my damaged hole. At this point, I’m now on all 4s resting on a flattened cardboard box. Thick guy is fucking me from behind and skinny guy has his shirt off, pants down and has slid under me in a 69 position. I’m enjoying his softened dick, tasting a mixture of his cum and my damaged hole around his foreskin and musky spit-slickend balls. All the while, the skinny guy is getting a view of the thick guy, pants now around his ankles, giving me a good hard fuck. If anybody caught us fucking out in the open, we would be in a heap of trouble but the cops had more important things to do. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, and I knew they were loaded. He thrust and long-dicked me for about 10 minutes before finally grunting loud and shoved in deep. I could definitely tell that he came because my cum-slick hole was now even more slick as he finished thrusting the last of his juices. Since I was close, I let the skinny guy continue to suck until I bust my load in his mouth. Big guy was still inside me and gave me a little hug, told me, “I could feel your ass squeeze my dick each time you spurted. That was hot.” I sucked him clean and we got dusted and dressed. I suggested that we go to the diner and I could buy them a meal as thanks for the fun time. They gladly accepted and we walked a few more blocks to the diner. We had a good conversation over the meal and they told me they get ass pretty often from guys like me walking from the bars, but I was the first Mexican guy they ever had. I asked if they could do it again sometime and they responded hell yeah, that if I’d be cool with it, they got a couple other friends who could join in from time to time and where they liked to hang out, under a certain bridge and at a certain park. And if maybe I could help by bringing a little something to drink and eat, they would be happy. Deal. Buzz gone, we left and we went our different ways but not before they pointed out my ass had a wet spot. Hot.
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Before covid I used to work at a small office in a residential area. One day I decided to download grindr and see who's around. Turns out nobody interesting so I delete the app. One Saturday I was alone at work and horny so I re-download the app and a handsome and fit man in his late forties message me. We exchange pictures and I already know he can't host because he's straight and probably married which turns out to be true. I said fuck it and invited him over to my office and he was skeptical at first but finally gave in. I waited for him outside and and showed him my office which have no camera so he was relieved. Seems like fucking a bottom in his own office turns him on because he open his zipper and I dropped to my knees and I was expecting a average size dick. He pulled out a 8 inch thick cut dick and I held his manhood in my hand and admire it and he look down with pride. I started to suck it slowly to make it wet as possible. I finally managed to swallowed his entire dick after a few attempt. He pulled out his dick out of my mouth and bend me over my desk, he proceeded to pull down my pants and he was surprised to see me in a jockstrap. He put two fingers in my mouth and made suck it wet and he gently finger my hole. After me moaning and begging him to fuck me and he finally slide his lubed dick in me. I grabbed my desk and bite down on my hands because his massive dick is stretching my hole to the max but he seems to enjoy it. Eventually the pain was replaced with pleasure. I was moaning and he was very verbal telling me he own my hole now. He finally came in me and happily agreed to be his cum dump. He quickly get dressed and left but for the next year almost every week i would go over his house on my lunch break and let him fill me up with his baby batter.
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Cumming to PS over New Year's (28th to 1st) and would like to take some anonymous Poz loads. Does anyone have any suggestions where to go?
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Is there anyone out there in Chicago that wants to hook up and do more than just exchange messages on BBRT or NKP? It's depressing!
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Baby steps here but after surviving Locktober in my chastity cage and having to stretch my hole daily as a challenge to myself, I found myself not wanting to be uncaged. It basically turned me on too much just being fucked, used as a cumdump and trying to anal orgasm from big toys. So this week I've challenged myself to survive both caged and plugged for the full week until next Monday using a new harness that just arrived. Does anyone wanna offer me any encouragement here on this thread? The only times I'm allowed to have my cunt unstuffed is when I'm reapplying lube, using the toilet, or being fucked or stretching my hole with toys. I think it might be a struggle but I want to feel how pathetic and ruined my hole gets by the end and how empty I feel when I try to sleep without it inside me.
