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Mike was blindfolded laying on his back as yet another mystery cock entered his hole. He moaned. His hole was tender. He had no idea how long he’d been there. The blindfold made it impossible to tell sense the passing of time. It could have been a whirlwind forty-five minutes, or a hole destroying five hours. He had no concept. What he did know was that he was now so full of cum that the cocks were just sliding into him without any resistance. His legs were spread wide. His current top holding his ankles far apart as he hammered his fat cock into Mike’s wet hole. He was grunting deeply, he wouldn’t last long Mike thought. Not that that mattered. He was here for volume not a good long fuck. Sir had said he wanted Mike’s hole sloppy and used. It was how Mike would prove he’d really given himself over to Sir. That Mike was really committed to being Sir’s cumdump. Mike hadn’t realized just how used Sir had meant. He’s though Sir would have had him here in the bathhouse sling for a while, get Mike to take a couple anonymous cocks and then he would scoop up his new boy and take him away somewhere private to play with. That was not what had happened. Mike had lost count after the tenth cock slid inside him. He’s become just a hole then. His mind had drifted away and all that was left was a hole to be filled. Sir watched from the corner as man after man took advantage of his new play thing. He’d had his doubts about the cocky college jock, but Mike was proving him wrong. The boy’s body was covered in sweat, his chest heaved as another man unloaded inside him. His stomach was covered in precum as it leaked from his semi hard cock. Sir had thought Mike would take maybe three cocks before he begged to be let up from the sling. Then Sir would have gotten him up, fucked his cummy hole one last time and then sent him on his way. Mike, however, had been in the sling for almost three hours, and had sixteen men cum inside him. If he made it through four more cocks Sir would let him up, take him home, and give him his reward. For right now, it was just a waiting game for Sir. “Please, please breed me. I need more!” Mike begged as the seventeenth man pressed his cock into him. At first, he’d just been doing this because Sir asked him to. He would have done anything Sir asked him to do. After he’s lost count of how many men had fucked him, however, it had become about something else. With his wrists and ankles tied to the chains of the sling he couldn’t touch his own cock. It just lay on his stomach forgotten and leaking. His inability to bring himself to climax had kept him in a state of blind horniness. Now each load pumped into him was the reward. When a top came inside him it was like Mike came too. He got a new kind of orgasmic pleasure from taking loads. As another man came inside him Mike thought, this is better than any orgasm I’ve ever had from my cock. Eighteen loads in, only two more and the boy would have proved himself. Sir’s cock was hard and drooling in his jock. The nervous boy who had showed up at his house two weeks prior, never having been with a man older than him, never having been fucked raw, or taken a load, was transforming into a cum hungry slut in front of his eyes. For a moment the room was empty, just Mike in the sling and Sir leaning against the wall. “Please, Sir are you there? Please fuck me! I’m so horny. It feels so good! I need more! Please Sir! Someone fuck me!” Someone… that desperate cry was music to Sir’s ears. He’d broken the boy, he didn’t care who bred him now, he just knew he needed more raw cock. “Fuck me! Please! Someone use me cummy hole. Fill me up with your punk!” Another man came around the corner. Young, twinky, the sort of guy you’d normally think was a bottom. He looked at Mike strapped to the sling and begging for more. He grinned, pulled his bulging jock to the side and whipped out a big fat “Skinny White Boy” dick. Sir grinned, its ways the ones you least expect. The twink stepped between Mike’s legs and gave the bottom what he was begging for. Nineteen loads. Just as the twink was finishing a big bear walked into the room. “He’s all yours,” said the twink and the bear just growled. The bear wasted no time in slamming his cock right into Mike’s dripping hole. He fucked Mike like a rutting bull, using swing of the slings chains to slam the boy’s ass against his cock. Mike moaned and whimpered, begging the man to breed him. Sir smiled listening to his broken boy beg. This was not the same boy who’d hit messaged him on Scruff that Saturday. “Hey! How’s it going,” Mike typed nervously. He’d never tried to hook up with anyone on an app before. Really most of his hookups had just been drunken accidents after parties, hurried make outs and blow jobs hoping they didn’t get caught. He’d only actually gone all the way with a guy three times. Always safe. He liked it. He wanted more of it, but he didn’t really know how to find guys to… well… he’d heard about these hook up apps so he thought, what the hell. He wasn’t not out, guys on the soccer team knew, but he was still nervous showing his face on the app so he made a profile with several pictures of his shirtless torso, set his preferences to bottom and started scrolling. The profile stood out to him immediately. A rough looking man in his forties with salt and pepper hair, a close-cropped beard, square handsome face, and what promised to be a strong hair covered body, profile name “SIR.” Mike had never really admitted it but that’s the sort of man who turned him on. Big burly men who looked like they could toss him around. Men old enough to be his father. Still, even though he watched guys like that in porn almost every time he jerked off, he’d never had a chance to act on that attraction. In a moment of bravery though Mike clicked on the Sir’s profile and messaged him. “Got a face pic?” Came Sir’s reply. Mike paused for a moment, took a deep breath and sent him an uncropped version of his profiled photo showing his full face. “Fuck you’re cute!” “Thank you Sir. You’re really sexy.” “Thanks boy.” …boy… looking at the word sent a jolt through Mike. It made his dick hard. “What you looking for on here boy?” “Dunno… I just downloaded the app. Haven’t done much but I was horny and hoping for some fun.” “This kinda fun?” Sir unlocked his album and Mike’s jaw hit the floor. He was presented with picture after picture of a big thick broad headed cock thrusting out from a thick nest of pubes. His mouth was watering. He’d never seen a cock like that. Immediately he knew he wanted to see it in person. “That kind of fun exactly!” Mike unlocked his own album which contained a couple of mirror pictures of his ass. “You’ve got a cute ass boy, and your profile says you’re a bottom. You think you can handle all this?” “Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve only been fucked a few times, but I’d love to try.” “I’ll be frank boy, I don’t usually play with inexperienced bottoms. I like boys who can take my cock and don’t complain, but if you’re serious about wanting it I’m willing to make an exception.” “I want it!” “Prove it. Be here in thirty minutes.” Sir sent an address. Mike stared at it for a long minute, not sure what to do, but then his hormones got the better of him. “On my way!” he responded. “See you soon,” said Sir, assuming the boy would flake and then block him. Sir had been wrong though, twenty minutes later there was knock at his door, and there was Mike standing nervously on his porch. Maybe this one is special Sir thought as he opened the door.
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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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I love to please my master by performing tasks set by him. Here are some of my most enjoyable and successful tasks. 1: preload my hole with cum before he fucks me and tell him every dirty detail about it when he fucks me 2: caught getting fucked then accept what happens next 3: play solo as my master and a group of men watch and do everything that my master demands of me 4: participate in competitions with other bottoms If you like to perform tasks for your Master/bf have you or would do these. I would love to know other tasks that you have done -
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Hey, I’m an easy sleazy no hassle parTy cumdump Poz Pig looking to take loads. I haven't figured out my hotel situation yet, so I can't host at this time (that might change). Looking to meet sleazy dirty POZ Dutch and Belgian guys. In Amsterdam I was going to go to Dirty Dicks and/or The Eagle and in Antwerp I was going to go to The Boots. I'm also flying back to Chicago from Brussels, so may have an opportunity to fuck there. I've been to Ghent once, great town - didn't get piggy there was with family. If Ghent or Bruges are better for BB Pig sex than Antwerp I'm cool with changing plans. I only saw the train station in Antwerp when I was last there so thought I would hang out there. Message me on Telegram @WyoBoi. Not many limits 😈
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Over the last few years my sexual needs and the risks I've taken have increased a lot and I want to ask you guys if I should be worried and if I should try to reel things in and be a bit safer. The way I see it, I've been really lucky so far for nothing bad to happen to me in the situations I've put myself in but I know it might not last forever, and as risky as the behaviour is I don't secretly have a desire to be hurt or worse. Ideally I'd like to get a boyfriend or local master who could look out for me and get off on the scenarios I crave but that's not happened yet. First it started with just needing guys to fuck me, I'd kinda vet them so it wasn't ugly guys or creepy guys. Then it ended up specifically needing guys to breed me and cum inside me. Then it was me needing anyone's cum inside even if they didn't fuck me. I didn't care what they looked like or their weight or age, I didn't ask for pictures. My desired and regular way to have sex for months now has been as a blindfolded cumdump, telling guys my address, leaving the door unlocked and waiting in the bedroom on all fours, ass up, blindfolded or hooded, hearing them let themselves in and having them use my ass and leaving afterward, sometimes without a single word said outside of grunts and moans. I've gotten massively into chastity and having my cock locked up when I meet so that I can't jerk off or be played with by the guys that fuck me, my only pleasure coming from knowing that I'm being used and enjoyed by strangers and the occasions when their cocks brush against my prostate. Recently this scenario has escalated more and more to the point where I've got three different regulars where when we meet it's with me in almost full sensory deprivation. I'll be ass up on the bed, sometimes with a plug inside my hole, a ball gag in my mouth, cock locked in chastity, earbuds in playing music or cumdump hypno music/instructions from my phone so I can't hear anything. And then either blindfolded, hooded, or in gasmask with poppers inside the filter. On the side table will be my toy collection (including my biggest dildos and plugs), poppers of varying strengths, towels, and lube for fisting and toy play. And depending on how much I trust the master, the key for my chastity cage. This scenario has turned me on so much every time I've done it but I know there's even more risk in it than anything I've done before. Like the only way I feel I could escalate it further is to be tied up but as it stands I guess it's entirely within the master's power to do that to me when I'm in that situation anyway, they just haven't yet. The way the scenarios have played out so far have varied but have always been the hottest thing. I'll get a message from the master telling me what time he'll arrive, I make sure the door is unlocked and that before that time I have the earbuds in and sound turned on, the hood on, and am there ready and waiting, sniffing poppers hard until my head is spinning while I'm left to my own thoughts, preparing myself for anything, until I sense something in the room or feel hands on my hips. Then maybe a tongue in my hole. Sometimes though with the more brutal masters they'll just go straight into it. Thrusting their big cocks into me in one movement, no build up or foreplay, just immediately balls deep and pounding me until they cum as far as they can into my guts, owning their property for the night as quickly and as brutally as possible knowing that they've got time to recover while they play with me more. Unless I feel the warm seed shooting inside me I have no way of knowing when they've actually cum as I can't hear their gasps. A lot of the time they'll push their faces close to mine and I can feel their breath and when they're saying something but I can't hear it so I imagine they're just saying the sickest things and their most twisted fantasies to me as they slam into my cunt. After the first or second load they'll start toying my hole with things, mostly they'll play it safe and not go for the biggest, but there's an excitement in trying to guess what toy is being pushed inside me each time, one of the masters is particularly brutal, he's poz which turns me on a lot anyway, but he'll peg me with my toys, fucking me with them like they're his own huge cock before moving onto fisting, ending up with him punching out my cunt and trying to doublefist me. He hasn't managed it yet but being there helpless on the bed feeling a guy trying to force two hands inside you is just the hottest experience. Every time these sessions are the hottest thing and the masters and me are incredibly satisfied but I wonder about how much could go very badly with them. For instance, with me entirely vulnerable like I am, they could easily slip me something, drug my hole or slam me, they could force my biggest toys into me without me being ready or lubed enough, they could just straight up hurt me or worse. What if they just took the chastity key or my phone and blackmailed me to give it back? And I don't think that's what I get off on, I don't think it's the risk, it's more the control and the surprise that I get off on if that makes sense but it's crazy that I've been so lucky so far and maybe I should reel it in. One time I had it where a master came in and I felt his hands on my hips as usual, but then I felt hands on my face as well, removing my ball gag and sliding a cock into my mouth, and there I was getting spit roasted by the master and a total stranger he'd brought with him. The session was fairly long and I don't think the stranger stayed for the full thing but I never found out who it was or whether he bred me or fisted me, it could have just been the master's loads I felt spurting into my guts a few times, but I like the idea that when the fisting started it was churning multiple guys loads inside me. So yeah, what do you think? Do I need to stop these kinds of sessions before they go to far, or are there better measures I can put in place? Even better please turn me on more by telling me (either here or in DM) whether you'd enjoy using me in this way and what you would do in my masters' place. -
I'll be taking all loads from about 2pm tomorrow (Sunday 30th October) at Brighton Sauna. Naked Day is always good, but I want to beat my record of raw cocks and loads taken. I'm normally there for 4 or 5 hours. A lot of the time I'll be in the darkrooms (esp downstairs) and at the gloryholes, but I'm now motivated to be on my knees &or playing with my hole out in the open (the bed by the jacuzzi and in the cinema). I wear rainbow wristbands when I go, so you can easily identify me and will know I'm up for being fucked bareback and preferably loaded with lots of cum. Feel free to make yourself known, or just go for it. I'd really love two guys to hold my legs back (one on each side of me) for others to just use my cunt, so if anyone reading this goes and the opportunity arises, feel free to invite whoever you want to help out.
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So recently I saw this dude on only fans doing a no loads refused session at a club where guys just walk in and breed him. The idea sounds so hot but he had a blindfold on so most of the time he was having dudes in him not knowing anything about them etc. I'm curious to know - would you be down for that? I'd love to do that one day but I feel like I'd have to hype myself up lol
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I’ve taken multiple loads in a session before but I’d never quite got to the cumdump stage…until last week!! I was in central london for work and had a couple of days spare so I arranged with a top fuck buddy to meet at a hotel where I knew people were able to get up to the rooms without a key card etc we met at my hotel room after I’d checked in around 3pm and blew some clouds and played together for a couple of hours then we hopped on the apps. We had already arranged with two of our regular hung top mates that they would join us later in the night and our aim with to get me loaded as many times as possible before they arrived. we co-ordinated between us and pretty soon we had 8 guys lined up over the space of about 3 hours. My mate said he’d keep on the apps and keep them coming. first guy arrived around 5:30pm, he wasn’t chatty and was clear he would be staying long. I had one load in me from my mate and this guy was into me being open and ready on all fours. He never got fully undressed, just pulled his trousers and boxers down, slapped his already hard cock on my hole before sliding it in. He wasn’t too big but had a bulging bellend that pulled deliciously at my hole. He fucked like a train and pretty soon blew what felt like a heavy load inside me. once he left my mate said he’d keep had three guys lined up in quick succession so he was going to give me a slam before they arrived. He tied me off and quickly found a vein and administered 0.4, I coughed and it hit be like a freight train! No sooner had I begun rushing there was a knock at the door and the next two guys walked in together. I quickly had a thick white cock in my ass and I was sucking on a long black cock. The white guy was slapping my ass and fucking my rough and hard whilst the black guy face fucked me. The white guy soon came and they swap positions so I could taste my ass and the cum on his cock whilst the black guy slid into me. I could barely take him at fist as was glad for the extra lube inside me. The white guy got dressed and left whislt the black guy continued to pound away. My mate fed me some g in n some lucozade and was huffing at n my poppers for dear life. I was high as fuck and loving my ass being gaped and stretched by this guy. Eventually he grunted and groaned and added his load to my starting to drip and ooze ass. I was catching my breath after he left when the next guy showed, another black guy who had me suck him for a bit and then got to it. He didn’t last long and pushed my head down hard into the bed as he came. I had a little break before the next one and my top mate ate out my hole briefly and then snogged me so we could swirl the spunk around between us. There was a knock at the door and he stuck a sizeable shard in my ass before going to answer the door. Despite all the spunk in my ass I could still feel the burn. the next guy came in and said how hot my ass looked with the red hand prints and looking open and ready. He slipped into me and fucked me in several positions. Within 15 mins of him arriving in was flying on the booty bump again and just wanted him to do whatever he wanted. At one stage my top mate joined in and the DP’d me, I was in heaven. cum was really dribbling out of me when he finished and left. My mate said next ones were a couple and they were arriving together in 20 mins. He popped a butt plug in me to stop me losing any cum and we 69’d for a while. the couple turned up and they used and abused me at both ends for about half an hour before one finished in my ass and the other pulled out as he was about to cum and throat fucked his load into me that way. the last guy we had arranged can shortly after, another hung guy who wanted to use me rough. He spanked me, spat on me and fucked me senseless, really stretched my even more. He came hard and heavy and when he pulled out this time I couldn’t stop the spunk dribbling down my leg and a little patch of sticky cum developing on the sheets. we managed to get two more guys to come and load me taking the total to 11 before our mates showed up. when they walked in and saw what a sticky spunky shimmering puckered mess my hole was they both started ripping their clothes off. whilst they blew some clouds I had some more g and my mate gave me another 0.4 slam. I when nuclear again and was in heaven for hours as I was fucked, spit roasted, dp’d, 69’d, stretched and gaped with all sorts of toys, rimmed and was fed the cum out of my ass, all four of us played until the morning. i thought that was the end of it when they left but my mate had one last surprise. As he was leaving he said “I’ve got four my guys coming round one at a time over the next hour or so, enjoy” sure enough there were four more knocks at the door and four more loads dumped into me by guys either on their way home from a night of partying or on their way to work with the loads from my friends and a second from my main mate, I’d taken a total of 18 loads in about as many hours!!! I finally jerked myself off whilst plunging my ass with a dildo, occasionally scooping spunk from my ass into my mouth until a came so hard I hit myself in the face (I was laying down) what a night!!!!
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I am a whore. I’ve always been a whore. I live for sucking cock and taking then raw up my ass. I live for cock and everything that comes out of cock. I was born for cock. I’ve been this way since I was a teenager. My dad caught me shoving things up my ass and decided he needed another hole to fuck besides Mom. I begged for his cock. Mom caught us fucking and freaked out. She divorced him so it was just the two of us. I didn’t care. I just wanted his cock as much as I could get it. I loved going to school with his loads inside me. I knew I was a hole. There was nothing I liked better than realizing his cum was dripping out of my hole midway through the morning. I didn’t care if anyone saw the wet spot on the ass of my pants. I wanted them to see it so they would know how much of a cum slut I was. Men realized that I was a cumdump at that point. A couple of times men smelled the cum on me and pulled me into stalls in bathrooms and bred another load into my cunt. In the mall, at school, in the park. But I didn’t care. I always wanted another load in my hole.I knew I could never say no to cock in my pussy. The only words I knew were “harder” and “breed me.” Dad loved it when I would come home with more cum in my hole than I’d left the house with. One day I came home from the mall with two extra loads in my pussy that weren’t there when I left (horny, fat dicked DILFs taking a break from their wives by breeding me in the bathroom) and Daddy showed me the profiles he had created on Scruff and Grindr for me. He told me that he was arranging for new men to use my pussy. I think he really got off on whoring out his own son, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue. More cock meant more cum in my cumdump. It just showed how much Daddy loved me and knew what I wanted. Daddy loaded the apps onto my phone so I could respond directly to the men who wanted to breed me. The handle was DaddysCumdumpWhore. He sure knew just how to describe me. I was standing there naked in my room and saw his fat cock in his shorts. I leaned down and unbuttoned them and the cock that made me sprang and slapped me on the face. “You always want my cock in your pussy son?,” he leered at me, knowing I couldn’t say no. “First, better lick up the stranger cum that’s leaking out all over the floor. Don’t make a mess, you fucking whore.” I leaned down and, sure enough, drops of precious cum were leaking out of my ass. I licked them up off the tile, and immediately hopped on the bed and stuck my ass in the air. “Please Daddy?” Daddy leaned down and I could feel his beard on my cunt. He started licking my cummy hole and making me moan and push my ass back onto his sexy, bearded face. “How many loads did you get at the mall, baby boy?” “Just two daddy, one of them was really hairy, and had a really fat cock. I thought we were going to get caught, I was moaning so loud and begging him for his cum. Lucky that one bathroom where you fucked me the first time has a lock and only one toilet.” “I taught you well how to be a slut, son. Fuck baby, it tastes like he shot a two week load of sperm inside you.” Daddy leaned up and kissed me, giving me a nice thick load of sperm that, moments before had been inside my well bred cumdumpster. This was what I lived for. Daddy spit some of the cum out onto his hand and rubbed it over the head of his fat uncut dick and shoved it all the way inside me with one push. I moaned loudly and said “thank you Daddy! Fuck I love it when you ram it into me hard. Now breed me hard, use those strangers’ cum to lube up my cunt. I always need a hard fuck from you Daddy!” He was still ramming his dick up my ass when, 15 minutes later, the first guy responded to one of my online profiles,. Daddy stopped fucking me with his cock shoved all the way inside my cunt. I was in love with Daddy’s cock. He grabbed my phone off the bedside table and looked at it. “Fuck yeah, that will do.” He handed me the phone and there was a picture of a sexy boy my age, leering at the camera. He had a buzz cut, and a beard and his chest was really hairy for a 20 year old. I touched the button for the messages and read his: “Hey piggy, you look like you would be fun to breed. When can we get together so I can shove my cock up your ass?” Well. That was direct. Daddy read the message over my shoulder and laughed. “He doesn’t beat around the bush, does he son? Tell him you’re available in 15 minutes when your Dad finishes breeding your cunt.” He tossed the phone on the bed and started to ram my cunt really hard, heading for the finish line, while I begged him for his load. “Please cum in my pussy, Daddy! It needs your cum so badly. Fuck I love you Daddy! I need your load so much!!” “Fuck I love having such a whore for a son. Here you go piggy,” and with that he rammed his cock all the way inside me, hard, and I could feel his cock throbbing, squirting a huge load of the sperm that made me, up into my cunt. As soon as my Dad came in my ass, he collapsed on top of me and we spooned for a minute, but then he reminded me that I needed to respond to the hot hairy boy who wanted to breed me. I grabbed my phone and told the guy that my Dad has just freshly fucked a load into my ass and he could be next. All he had to do was send me his address. “Fuck dude! Your Dad fucked your hole? REALLY? SO fucking hot. Be here in 15 minutes!” He gave me his address. I shoved a buttplug up my ass, pulled on my jock and shorts, gave Daddy a kiss and jumped on my bike to head out. I got to the apartment building where Dean said he lived, locked up my bike and knocked on the door. The door opened and there he was. 20 years old, tall and lean and covered in body hair. He was wearing just a baseball cap and shorts and clearly no underwear. He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. “You party, pig? I’m already kinda high. Let’s get you spun and see what happens.” “I’ve never done that before. What’s it like?” “Oh baby, we’re gonna get you fucked UP. Hey boys, the pig hasn’t partied before!" As we walked into the living room, I could see that he was talking to three other guys, all in their early 20s. All of them were sitting watching porn, stroking New Whore Story.pdf
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Slim smooth white bottom looking to make 2025 a year to remember 😈. Neg and came off prep a couple of weeks ago. Will take any cock that cums and whatever happens happens. Really like verbal guys who tell me what I’m getting. London based. No hnh / slamming - I’m just here for cum telegram - LondonBL
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Hey everyone, Had my gay cherry popped early this year - 3 guys banged me on Grindr. Been wanting to do it for years and always fantasized about becoming a cumdump after watching my first Treasure Island video. But after taking my first loads I became addicted. From that point I immediately got on PREP because I couldn’t hold out anymore. I’ve been on prep for 5 months now and since that time I have taken over 400 loads - multiple gangbangs a week, regular trips to the bathhouse (sitting in a sling getting pounded), and several Cumunions a month. In short, I have become a complete and total cumdump whore, and I love it! My only concern is HIV - I can’t get it. Is PREP 100%?
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White bareback bottom hosting here or can travel to Birmingham . looking for multiple guys to use my holes, no loads refused , available 24/7
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39 year old good looking white cumdump in training hosting today 7am-6pm at the metro motel in the Bronx up on e241st and white plains rd. last stop on the 2 train. Tops come load this fat ass up good. No loads refused. Door will be open porn on lights low find me face down on bed. Anon pump and dumps are great no need to talk or see your face just use me as your cumdump and go. Send dick pic for room number. #countinloads #whitecump #BBC #BLC #BWC
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No load refused! Hotel Don Miguel or Construction Darkroom. Fuck and fist fun. Poz friendly slut for loads.
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Hey guys, lost my virginity to two guys early this year. The second it happened all I could think about was taking raw loads. The feeling of being totally submissive and feeling a cock pulsate in me is too addicting. I’m totally obsessed now. I am waiting to get on PREP so that I can give in to my urges and become a cumdump. I’m talking regular cumunions, pigweek, MAL. I want to be the bottom that hops in the swing and is a total whore. I really want to it. For you cumdumps, do you regret your decision to become a whore/slut? It doesn’t seem like something you can stop after you start.
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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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