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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.
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Kyle and I have gotten together regularly for several years. We have lots of mutual likes and have learned what works for each of us. We both like to party and are really into lots of ass work: Rimming, fingering, toys, fists, whatever we can think to safely shove up each other’s holes is fair game. Kyle is 54, about 5’8”, a little chunky. He’s got short brown hair, green eyes, a nice beard, and a hairy body. His cock is about 7.5” with nice low hangers. I’m 53, 6’, and also a little chunky. My hair is blond, my eyes are blue, and I have a hairy body with a nice cock and shaved balls. When we get together, we also get into some gear play. We both have a good collection of jockstraps, harnesses, and some other fun clothing. Kyle has a well-equipped playroom at his house with a sling, couch, bed, massive tv, and a fuck machine. There’s a bathroom and a small kitchenette attached too. One great thing is that the floor is tile with a drain in the center, so cleanup after a session is easy. Kyle invited me over and told me to plan to be there all weekend. We often play over the course of a few days, so this was normal. I don’t need to pack much since we’ll be naked most of the time, but I always throw in a few things to help the party along. This means that I bring some product, toys, poppers, and some gear. This time, I also threw in a long and thick stainless-steel chain. I got to his place around 6:30 on Friday. His playroom is in the basement with an entrance from the outside, so we don’t have to go through the house for anything. I walked in and saw that Kyle had the fuck machine set up at the foot of the sling. He wasn’t using it yet, but he was sitting on the couch, flipping through some porn. Kyle was wearing an orange jockstrap that looked great with his hairy body. His furry ass was well framed by the straps. He also had on an orange harness and some leather armbands. He looked hot in all the gear. I stripped down to my red jockstrap and black leather harness. Kyle had a pipe ready for us. We melted the crystals and took turns blowing clouds. Both of us are ass focused by nature, but the T makes us complete ass pigs. It wasn’t long until we were making out and fondling each other. Kyle said that he had a few emails that he needed to reply to, but he wanted me to get in the sling and have the fuck machine work over my hole. He already had a good-sized dildo attached to the machine, and it only took a few adjustments to get it working into my ass. He took the remote back to the couch and picked up his phone to take care of his emails. The toy was well lubed, and Kyle had rubbed some more lube around my ass before starting it up, so I was getting a nice ride. I’d look over at him, dressed in his gear, fondling his cock and sometimes his hole while he was working on his phone. He was also varying the speed and depth of the machine, giving me a variety of sensations as it filled my ass. I figured that he was talking with someone about joining us. We often invite another guy or two over to play with us and have had some great times. Kyle put down his phone and stopped the machine. He moved it out of the way, leaving my ass empty and needy. Luckily, he knew what I needed. Kyle lubed up his hands and began opening my hole for his hands. He started with a few fingers from each hand, which went in easily, thanks to the toy on the machine. He used his fingers to open my hole in different directions, stretching it out for bigger things. Kyle looked up at me and raised his eyebrows. This was his way of asking if I was ready for more, and I nodded. He started to push on my hole with his hand, and I moved down a bit on the sling to get his big, hairy knuckles past the entrance to my ass. His hand slid past the wrist, and he let it rest there momentarily. Next, he started some exploration of my ass. He moved his hand around inside me, seeking out the passages that he knows so well. Kyle knows how to go deep into my ass, but he was just probing around near the entrance now. The intent was to give me a nice stretch, so he pulled back to let his knuckles work the muscles of my hole. He was twisting and flexing his hand while he expanded my hole to accommodate more and bigger things. I was loving it. I took a couple huffs on the brown bottle next to me. Once the poppers hit, Kyle really went to work on stretching me open. He used his knuckles but then also added some fingers from his other hand. He knows that I open up more when I’m poppered up, so he was going to use that time to really get me open. Kyle worked my hole to open it more and then went in for some depth. Just as I groaned when he hit my second hole, I heard the door open. “Hey, Jim,” said Kyle. I looked over and saw Jim. He looked to be around our age, tall, and with a nice body. He had dark hair, and brown eyes and was clean-shaven. Jim replied, “Hey, I guess this is our bottom for the night, huh?”. Kyle nodded, and I smiled at that. Jim stripped down, showing off a nice smooth body and a cock that looked pretty big. He walked over to the sling and stuck his cock in my mouth. Kyle was back to working my hole, and I now had Jim’s dick getting hard in my mouth. Kyle told Jim where the pipe and torch were, and Jim picked them up and blew a few clouds. He leaned down and shared some with me, too. His cock had grown to a nice size in my mouth, and I told him that I wanted him in my ass. Kyle pulled out, and Jim shoved his cock in me. He had a thick dick that felt good inside me. He said, “I need to blow my load quick.” That was fine by me. He fucked me for a while, getting his dick deep into my ass, and then said, “Here it comes,” before burying his cock in my ass. I could feel the spasms as he dumped his load in me. He churned it up a little before pulling out and then shoving his fingers in my hole. He played around the entrance and then lubed up both hands and worked his left hand deep into my ass. “I can feel my cum”, he said as he twisted and turned his hand inside me. Jim played at that depth for a while, enjoying the sensation of mixing the lube with his load. It felt great for me, too, so I had no objections. Then, he slowly extracted his left hand and switched to his right. This was a bigger stretch and he let me relax into the upgraded size before starting some in and out motions. While he was inside me, he asked Kyle to shotgun a hit to him. When Kyle did that, Jim said, “He’s next,” pointing his chin in my direction. I sent Kyle back to Jim, and then Jim sent him back to me. We were all getting more spun, but Kyle was taking the biggest hit here. I suggested that Kyle get his ass worked over since I knew he’d be really spun. They helped me out of the sling, and we got Kyle in it. Jim was ready to fist him, so I shoved my cock towards Kyle’s face, and he sucked it in as Jim entered his ass.
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Does fisting abosolutly cause prolapse or no? What's it like to have a prolapse? I've seen prolapses go back in in porn, how does this work?
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I'm curious about fisting. How does it feel? How often can someone get fisted? And what's the difference between standard fisting and punch fisting? Does it hurt? Any comments and details are appreciated
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Hey guys. My top and I are having trouble propagating to the descending colon so we can get up it. We finally got to the end of the sigmoid last night. I believe we are at the base of the descending colon, but having much trouble finding the way up. We finished a glorious session with over half of the forearm up my ass, and that's not including the hand obviously. Omg a couple times when we pulled out, it was slow and so long and smooth. It felt as if 3 amazing feet came out instead of most of a forearm. Each time towards the end of taking it out, I had a sensation better than any orgasm I've ever had. Absolutely incredible. So my question is, does anyone have any way to help us to understand what we are missing in regards to ascending the descending colon? The sigmoid was a real battle to surgically and patiently work through. Ugh, almost didn't continue. Giving my ass a couple days rest, then we are going to see if we can get through the sigmoid again and ascend the descending colon. I want it elbow deep. I don't want to settle. Please help. Any info would be greatly appreciated. We are flying blind. -
I’m obsessed with fists, large dildoes and plugs in my cunt. Chemmed up I just can’t enough in me. I need more and more. Bigger, fatter and longer. Want to take double fists. Am at one and half. Plus I wanna take a fist up to the elbow. My partner and I have taken part in ff parties and each time we’ve pushed our limits bent over together. Our tatted cunts present a challenge for chemmed pigs to use and abuse. Same thing in the sex clubs here in Paris. Everyone’s ready to take an anal exploration. I wanna know what you guys have got up to. The more piggy and extreme the better 🐷
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ffoz, seeking versatile/Tops guy/s into long slow fisting sessions. Also, have huge toys....anything goes. I have wings & can fly.
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The second part of my real experiences that came about because of my work in real estate – to be fair, this doesn’t happen OFTEN, but being a realtor has afforded me a number of unexpected chances to play - even more frequently than my OTHER career, performing. So here's a few more of the hotter sessions that started out as "just work". RENOVATION CHEMMING. A number of times, bumping into the workmen who are doing a renovation at one of my listings has turned into a hot scene in hot surroundings. One of the first of these involved a colleague named Kevin who was a “flipper” of condos along a stretch of the “Gold Coast” in Jersey, from Fort Lee to Hoboken. This guy had me coming to meet him at his latest purchase in a tower building facing Manhattan. Now, I did know he was gay prior to heading down there, but wasn’t aware he was a real player. I arrived earlier than expected, but since he’d said he’d be there with the workmen “all day” I didn’t think much of it. I didn’t have the front desk call up to let them know I was there because I knew the unit number already. So when I arrived it was a bit too soon and Kevin was not quite prepared when I arrived. I tapped on the unit door, and apparently, one of the workers thought I was there for something else as he peeked around the doorframe. It was obvious he was not wearing much if anything. He winked and gestured me to come in. Kind of an honest mistake, as I WAS wearing a leather motorcycle jacket, jeans, and engineer boots, but I do that a lot in Fall and Spring in the NYC metro area – it’s an accepted enough look, especially when heading to a construction project! I looked around and raised my brow and smiled, which was when Kevin noticed me, and whispered “Diego, that’s my REALTOR”. What began to ensue was a certain amount of panic – trying to turn off porn, find clothes, put away incriminating items… I felt bad I interrupted, and was honestly a bit envious, so I pointed to a bong that was poorly hidden behind a chair and mentioned that “if that’s Miss T you’ve got in there, I’ve had a hell of a morning and I could use a hit.” Well, THAT certainly slowed down the panic, and worried looks changed to smiles and laughs. Kevin looked at me and said “Didn’t you get my text?” I shook my head “no”, looked at my phone and shook my head again. One of the other guys held up a cellphone and said “Yo, Bossman, you forgot to hit SEND…” all the while busting out laughing. Kevin looked abashed and started to stammer, until the same guy said, “look at his jeans man, he’s into it, no harm…” “I’m sorry,” Kevin began. “I meant to send a text asking you to come late afternoon”. it was now barely 10:30. “You’re really cool with this?” he asked. I laughed and looked around. “Of course I am, especially if I’m allowed to join in” I replied, then asked, “That cool with you guys?” Kevin looked amazingly relieved, and then looked me over again, appreciatively. “Hell yeah, get naked.” I said I would but wanted to run out to my car and get my play bag that I always keep in the trunk. I was back as fast as humanly possible, perhaps faster, and started a quick strip. As I pulled out my leather harnesses, metal cockring and such, the talkative guy, Lonzo, said to Kevin, “oh yeah, he’s into it… looks like he’s TOTALLY into it!” The bong was brought my way, and a torch applied. I breathed in slowly but for a long, long draw and finally let out a huge cloud. It was GOOD stuff too. For me to feel that much on one hit proved that. I was encouraged to take a good number of hits while the guys appeared to be starting to get back into the activities I had interrupted so unexpectedly! Kevin beckoned me to follow him as I looked from side to side at the construction project well underway all over the unit – with tarps and sawhorses and some exposed framing here and there, it was actually a damn good and hot play space. “What a great space and what a nice way to do business,” I said to him. “I wish every new client-meet turned out this way. And damn, your stuff is REALLY good. I’m half-way there already.” Kevin agreed that it was very good product, and that he got only “the best” for his workers, it kept them loyal and coming back to work for him over and over. I imagined that it would. He led me to the bathroom, which was by far the most renovated in the entire place, and had a huge shower already hooked up with a sure-shot. “I don’t know whether you’re top, bottom or between,” he said, “but everyone’s ass gets played with in our groups, so please clean out. Here’s a dick pill and a pipe and torch to help out, that cool?” I told him it was and that I was versatile, and pleased about that rule, and set about getting ready. As he was about to leave, he said, “oh, and if you’re into it, don’t waste piss in the toilet, we have a few watersports fans…” I assured him I would and got down to business getting ready. Fortunately, it was a quick cleanup, a brief rinse under the shower, and drying off I opened the door. I put my leather on, put my package through my favorite metal cockring, took the pipe and torch and headed back out. At Kevin’s suggestion I put my boots back on, just like all of them. When I got to the living room area, the guys were kicked back, kindly waiting on me to really start going at it again. There were two large laptops running bareback porn, and lube, poppers, Max Impact, and some bongs and other paraphernalia in view. I looked around the room; Kevin was a white guy with dark hair and handsome face, lightly hairy average body with a little middle age spread, and partly hard cock that was not particularly large or thick, but his ass was a work of art. Lonzo was the only one apparently taller than me – either Italian or Hispanic, big chest and arms, great legs, big weapon swinging below a hairy torso with a slight beer belly, and a beefy butt. Diego, the kid who answered the door, was young, Hispanic, smooth pretty much all over, thin but wiry body about 5’6”, nice cock for his size and adorable little ass. An Irish guy - and I mean FROM Ireland - just shy of my height, incredibly pale, muscular, tatted, several piercings, low hangers below a normal size dong was sporting a shaved all over skinhead look that was pretty hot. And finally, another guy from Eastern Europe – scary hot green eyes, hot daddy soccer player type, lightly furred with a thick cock. This looked better and better. “Pull some clouds, dude” said the Irish guy handing me an even bigger and more intricate water bong. I started to melt the contents of the bowl while I said: “You saw my cloud earlier guys, I’m a singer too, so I have huge lungs… if anyone likes shotgunning, I’m good at it.” Several of the guys took me up on that, so I got to lock lips a bit with most of them including my host. We were all stroking our cocks – and others – getting our motors running for some great partysex – or in their case, a continuation of it! Little shots of G were handed out, while mouths found cocks and nips, and I took advantage of Lonzo leaning over while he put down the tray of shot glasses, and sunk my tongue into his hairy hole. He wiggled a bit back my way and I started to go to town on his beefy butt, causing my cock to start to plump up, but not get fully hard as the blue pill hadn’t quite kicked in yet. “Hold up just a minute and you can go back to that anytime,” he said, as he called us all over to take our shots. When I do it I always have to take a couple of good rips on the pipe to make sure I keep a “healthy balance” between my two letters of the alphabet. Diego took that opportunity to start sucking my rod, and started bringing my soldier to attention. “Right,” said the Irish guy, brandishing a long needless syringe like a thinner turkey baster, “if you want to be fully part of the crew, you gotta’ get initiated. Bend over the scaffold.” There was a sturdy looking paint scaffold – thick planks secured to several sawhorses with some tarp covering at just about waist height. I bent over leaning my elbows on the thing, and presented my butt. Diego scooted under me and resumed work on my cock, while the Irishman crouched behind me and stuck his tongue up my hairy hole to loosen me up for a booty bump. Ever get rimmed by someone with a tongue piercing? It’s awesome, and not only did this guy have one but he knew how to use it too… fuck, he was good! I moaned at the two oral assaults, wishing I had somewhere to put my mouth and tongue. Then I felt the cylinder of magic pressed into my hole and the bump was pressed into my hole. “Clench” I heard from behind me and did so while the guy ran his tongue and piercing and lips all around my cheeks and taint and the back of my balls, while Diego continued his magic on my cock. “Boss, could you get me ready”, said the hot skinhead behind me, as he followed with “unclench” and dove tongue first into my now relaxed hole. I saw my client/host/new fuckbuddy Kevin get on his knees and start sucking that pale cock while its owner went to town on my pulsing bud. The G, the booty bump and dick pill all seemed to kick in at once, and I was feeling amazing. Through my legs I could see Lonzo and the Euro guy had stopped 69ing and came over to watch, dropping a bottle of poppers and a Max Impact spray and cloth in front of me on the scaffold. “Take a quick hit before he nails you,” was whispered in my ear. I sprayed the cloth and started to suck it in, when the tongue on my butt disappeared to be replaced by a feeling both warm and cold – the head of his uncut cock and his prince albert. Fortunately, it was a thicker gauge so it did not cut going in. There was some discomfort at first, but hands tweaking my nips, Diego lapping my hard cock and the entire scene was so hot, that it faded pretty quickly into a very hot fuck. He wasn’t super-hung, a bit smaller than me, but his cock and his piercing felt really good, and I was super turned on by how his long, hefty ballsack swung back on forth and slapped me each time he pumped me. “Yeah, fuck that daddy ass, Devlin,” I heard someone mutter. At least now I had a name for the Irishman, one more to go… Euro guy pulled one of my arms up and popped up onto the scaffold spreading his legs so I could suck his cock while I was being fucked, I went to town swallowing that thick pole and enjoying it, before he rolled back some and then pulled himself back to the edge, presenting his pucker for a salad tossing. I dove in with gusto, it being a very favorite activity, and as usual, my cock got stiff as a board. Apparently this was a signal to Diego, who stopped sucking me. Being young, flexible and short, what he did next should have surprised me. He got on his feet in a bent-over crouch and backed up onto my cock, which entered him with almost no resistance. Oh my god, pure nirvana – my ass, cock and tongue were all performing their favorite jobs. Taking a quick breath and Max Impact hit, I noticed the entire party was now part of one scene, as Euro guy had laid fully back, 69ing with Kevin, while the “bossman” was plowed by Lonzo’s big dick as Lonzo balanced on his knees on the opposite edge of the scaffold. Damn, what a hot scene. Devlin’s strokes started to get faster and more punishing, and he grunted “Hope you wanted this load!” seconds before he blew off strongly in my ass. What felt like waves of sperm must have been flowing into me from the way his cock shaft was pulsing. He pulled out a bit too fast and I gasped, while Devlin dropped behind me and stuck his tongue up my hole to reach his own juice. It was incredible, but after another minute or so, I tapped Diego on his flank, pulled my mouth off hot Euro hole and said, “I HAVE to straighten my legs!” I eased out of Diego’s hole and stood up flexing my thigh muscles and going up on my toes for a couple of times to stretch my calves too. Devlin and Diego pushed me towards the Euro hunk and his now perfect cock height vulnerable hole on the edge of the scaffolding. My cock slid in like it had been pumping this channel for years, not the first time. The beefy daddy legs went up over my shoulders while Kevin continued to blow him for a few. Kevin pulled up and got off the scaffold saying “we need some more hits” quickly bringing the bong over. “How’s his rod feel in your hole, Caz?” said Kevin as he held out the bong for us both to take hits. Caz. Short for Cazamir, it turns out. Nice to finally know. “He fucks good,” came the deep growl from this hot construction guy, with a definite accent. “Then the boss gets next dibs,” Kevin said. I made out and shotgunned with Kevin as we blew a few more clouds and I fucked Cazamir, then he quietly let his boss take his place and I pounded Kevin hard the way he begged me to. Then it was time for me to take a break on a couple of cushions that were under the tarps. I watched the porn, blew some clouds, sucked down some hydration, and shortly Lonzo pulled me forward, rolled my legs back and began furiously tonguing my hole, searching for the Leprechaun’s gold, no doubt… he then sunk the most sizable cock in the room into me and began a nice fuck. Shortly, Diego came over and sat on my face, while I licked his boy hole and he made out with Lonzo. As the afternoon progressed, I would eventually fuck everyone there for at least a bit, and was fucked by everyone except Kevin and Diego, who apparently were strictly bottom guys. I got into some fisting with Devlin and Caz, their holes blossoming open for me as we gave them some enormous stretch – I love those trashy hot Euro guys – and watching my technique, Kevin made me promise to come back and help train his hole to accept and enjoy a fist. I promised I would. Toward the end of the session, a hot water sports scene ensued in the most unfinished room – the floor was covered completely wall to wall with rubber sheeting that went up the sides a bit (the space had to be a large walk-in closet or pantry or something, with guys getting wet down and sprayed by each other, and guys swallowing chempiss or taking it up their cumholes, eventually all down on the floor rolling and sliding around each other with mouths, cocks, nips, fingers and holes all being used indiscriminately. W/S isn’t always my favorite thing, but I can certainly get into it, especially with guys who really enthusiastically like it – and this scene was by far the hottest ever W/S scene I’d experienced up to that time, or for that matter, since. Any time I met with Kevin for playtime after that, either alone or with his crew, at a work site or in his own place, there was always an area for that rubber sheeting, and he loved nothing more than to be fucked while he and his partner and anyone else were soaked and slippery with chempiss. It was, I’ll admit very hot. Sometimes, the shower clean up afterwards could be ALMOST as hot as getting messy in the first place….- 10 comments
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The encounter is a true story of my first time visiting Slammer, a raunchy sex club in Los Angeles. My name is Josh. I’m 28 y/o, 5’9, 145 lbs, with a smooth and nicely toned body from regular hours spent at the gym. All in all I’m a decently attractive guy who had been introduced to partying back in 2014, and ever since then my sex life has never been the same. I tend to have binge episodes where I don’t have sex for months, only to have my sexual appetite and tension build up to the point of exploding, resulting in a night or two or weekend of sexual frenzy. I had not had sex for over 2 months and I was really feeling horny. There was a top fuck buddy of mine that I had played with regularly. His name is Mark, he’s about late 40’s, fit and friendly white guy. He lived in downtown Los Angeles, had his own apartment, and he was always generous with his favors. In the past he had hosted me many times for some fun long sessions, and with my building horniness reaching a peak I messaged him asking what he was doing. After waiting a short while, he responded saying he could be free after 7 PM and that I should come over. At this point my hunger and anticipation had built to a climax and I prepared for the long night ahead by showering, putting on a black jockstrap under khaki shorts and a black tank top that fit just right to show off my lean body. I also put my laptop and chargers into a bag and drove the 20 minutes over to his place. When I got to Mark’s place he let me into his apartment and greeted me in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, barefoot, having just showered. He stood just slightly shorter than me, white-gray hair sparsely covering his toned pecs down to his lightly muscled stomach. He led me to the bedroom where there was a nice clean queen size bed with pillows, a closet with sliding door mirrors, and a TV facing the bedroom. I put down my belongings and immediately took off my tank top. “So can I offer you anything to drink or anything…?” He asked me, looking at my smooth body and smiling. I knew the game. He knew what I wanted and I didn’t hesitate to ask: “Could you smoke with me a little bit while I get comfortable?” I smiled bashfully as I asked – and when he heard my question his smile widened into a big grin. “I’d be happy to oblige. In the mean time while I get ready, why don’t you go ahead and pick out a movie.” Mark motioned to the DVD collection on the TV stand, and left me to go rummage in the closet for his supplies. His movie collection was extensive and I saw many of my favorite Treasure Island Media films as well as other bareback porn films. I chose one and popped it into the DVD and started it, just as he returned to me holding a little glass bong. Mark looked me in the eyes as he lit the torch and started to heat up the crystals inside. I watched intently as little wisps of smoke began to rise from the small hole in the bowl, at which Mark looked at me and nodded for me to go ahead. He held the bong pipe to my lips as I slowly and steadily began to inhale; slowly and steadily I heard the light bubbling as I inhaled, seeing the white smoke pass through the bong, through the pipe, and feeling it entering my lungs. I focused on keeping the bubbling at just the right amount, not too much and not too little. I had so much sexual frustration built up over my dry spell that when he started to pull the torch away from the bowl I motioned for him to keep going. A look of surprise and pleasure came on his face as he continued to heat the crystals, resulting in a huge hit. After holding in that first huge hit, I blew out the first initial cloud and it engulfed us, and I quickly went back to the pipe and inhaled whatever was still left burning. Almost instantly I felt the rush, a sense of clarity and an acuity that could only come with the crystal. I also became even hornier. “Wow, what an impressive lung capacity. Now about that drink, why don’t you keep smoking while I go prepare you some Gatorade with G. How much do you take again?” “1.5 mL usually but give me 2 this time. I want you to really party me up and make me submissive.” He nodded, smiling, and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t smoke like he had told me to, but instead, slipped off my shorts and stood facing his mirrored closet door admiring my smooth muscled body wearing only the black jockstrap. I looked really hot like that and the Tina was making me feel extremely sexy and horny. Mark returned with two small glasses, one for him and one for me, smiling as he took a moment to observe my new state of undress. He handed me the glass and said cheers, and we downed the drinks. He then motioned to hand him the pipe and the torch, and he began to take a nice big hit of his own; at the end of his inhale he motioned me to lean forward and he shotgunned his hit into my mouth, which I took in completely. He put one of his other hands around the curve of my smooth ass, giving it a slight squeeze, before nodding to me and lighting the pipe again, holding it out to me. Again he gave me a huge hit, making me inhale lightly and steadily until my lungs were filled with that white smoke. “Good boy” he murmured after I blew out the massive cloud. “You want me to really party up your hole, Josh?” Mark asked me, smiling at me. I nodded yes, feeling the high of the tina starting to take hold of me and unleash the submissive bottom I am inside. “Okay, why don’t you go ahead and get on the bed, on all fours. I’m going to prepare you a nice big booty bump to really teach your hole its purpose.” I got on the bed on all fours, facing away from him, with my back arched, as I heard him rummage with his supplies. Soon enough he had a needleless syringe ready with Tina. “Is that water with Tina?” “It’s about 0.3 grams of Tina dissolved in my spit. Now face forward and let me open you up.” I faced forward as I began to feel his tongue against my hole, probing. He spat once, twice, three times in succession. I love when a top spits on my hole, making it nice and wet. He ate out my ass, taking breaks only to tell me what a sweet tight smooth hole I had. After my ass felt nice and wet from his spit, he told me that he was going to bump me, and I felt the syringe being inserted into my ass with ease. “Are you ready?” He asked me. I nodded, and felt him push the liquid into my hole; a mildly burning sensation immediately followed, and he withdrew the syringe. “Now just hold that position for a little bit.” I stayed in that position, head down, ass up, with the booty bump slowly absorbing into my system. He came back with a moist towel to wipe my hole with, before he continued rimming my hole. With his tongue, he again made it nice and wet, and suddenly, it all hit me. The booty bump was the key to the locked room where I kept my submissive slutty bottom side hidden, and suddenly that door was opened. I felt so good, his tongue against my hole, his hands squeezing and grabbing my ass. I wanted him in me and I spread my knees even farther on the bed, reaching back to spread my cheeks as far as I could, and I exclaimed “oh God I can feel the booty bump and the G. I want you inside me.” With that, Mark turned me over onto my back and put a cylindrical pillow under my ass, elevating it. He handed me a bottle of poppers and said “those are brand new poppers so they should be especially strong.” He then ate out my ass some more as he looked straight into my eyes, my feet in the air, my hands holding them back as I looked at this guy who had his tongue in my ass, making me feel all sorts of pleasure. But I was too horny and high to be satisfied with a mere rim job. I needed his big white cock in my hole and I needed it bad. “Please, spit on my hole and fuck me raw with your spit as lube.” Mark smiled at that comment and stood up, slipping his cock out from the Bike white jockstrap he was wearing. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” he replied as he positioned his hard cock against my hole, sliding it up and down. I immediately unscrewed the cap of the poppers bottle and alternated 2 hits each nostril, - big hits, big inhales that created a beautiful sound of air passing over the bottle opening, and I held my breath to keep it all in after the last hit. I capped the bottle and then resumed holding my legs back, looked straight up into Mark’s eyes and said “please fuck me with your big white cock.” As I exhaled I could feel him begin his push in- the warmth from the poppers hit me and immediately I felt the wonderful lightheadedness and relaxed and openness feeling. It mixed with the G and the T I had taken and I was fully realized – I was now the slutty submissive bottom that I was meant to be. I looked up, taking it all in as he stared back into my eyes as he pushed his big 7” thick cock into me. With only his spit as lube, he managed to get it all in, and the feeling of fullness was more pleasurable than anything in the world. I responded by pulling my legs back more, further exposing my hole, and I looked up and with the high of the poppers and G and T enabling me, I said “please fuck me Sir.”
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Sorry, it's not going to be multi-chapter and it's going to be short, but I hope you all still like it (and please be kind, this is my first time writing something like this). I had just turned 40, and because of the economy, the lack of rebounding in my industry, I was forced to declare bankruptcy. I had lost everything. Thankfully though, I don't have kids, nor a spouse, so not having to worry about any court ordered responsibilities, but also without a house and nice car. I had just enough cash to buy a piece of crap car that was big enough for me to sleep in some nights and store my critical stuff. Other nights I would find the cheapest motel and take a shower and sleep. I kept thinking I needed to do something right quick before I totally plunged into homelessness and disappear forever. So, I started going to the library, accessing computers, submitting job apps, etc. Some days I would be a little, or a lot, spun when going and on those days, of course, my mind said fuck it, and I would sit in there on my phone for hours browsing the "apps" knowing I probably couldn't hook up because I couldn't host but just turning myself on for the hell of it I guess. So this one day in particular, I was at the library. It was around 430pm. I had checked in to a motel earlier and figured I would just spend a little bit of time on here. Once my phone hit the WIFI, it started going crazy with notifications, since I hadn't been on it for a few days. I dismissed most, but this one was intriguing. The profile picture was definitely that of a young twink. He said he was 18, in my mind, I said that if I meet up with this guy, I am checking his ID for sure. He was textbook twink, completely smooth, maybe 5'5" 115 pounds blond hair green eyes, looked to have some sort of Mediterranean in him because his color was white but you could see some natural olive tan coloring trying to shine through. He was so hot. I replied to his message and we started messaging back and forth. We messaged back and forth for about a week. During that time, I found out he was a total virgin, never once even touched or seen a cock other than his own, he hasn't shoved anything up his hole, oh, his hole. Oh my god! The pics of his ass (I requested he take them) were utter beauty. When he spread his cheeks for the camera, and the sight of that tiny puckered pink hole, my cock definitely shot a bunch of pre-cum into my shorts. He told me that he's been watching gay porn online, and that he's scared of getting a cock up his ass, but he for sure wanted to be fisted. I thought that was interesting, I never heard of a virgin wanting a fist, but kids these days, right? He found out about me that I pnp, mostly smoke crystal, I always bareback, I was poz undetectable, I love eating ass, and I knew I would fall in love eating his. So, we set up a meet. He apparently trusted me enough so far to not overstep his boundaries and all he wanted was to experience a tongue up his hole and then to be fisted for a few hours or so. We agreed we would not pnp since he wasn't ready to take on that level yet. I also told him to make sure to bring his drivers license. So, the day of, I got a cheap room, showered, got naked, etc. before he got there. I also prepped, by stripping the sheets off the bed, putting down towels, putting on porn that I had on this USB stick I plugged into the TV, and oh yea, the lube. Well, what he didn't know was that the lube I use comes from a special "factory" and this factory is exclusive to me and I run it. It involves getting a 3 ounce bottle of lube (yes, the small size), silicon based preferred, then crushing a bunch of crystal (like no less than 3.5 grams) and pouring it into the lube bottle, mixing it as best I can. Most, if not all, the time, it's easy for the top to not have to show the lube bottle to the other person, so I knew this would be fine and I would go undetected. So, 6:15pm, right on time to the minute, knock on my door, and I open it and I am face to face with the hottest boy I've seen for a long time. The picture attached to this post IS NOT HIM, but could seriously be his twin. As promised, without me asking, he already has his driver's license in his hand, and he showed it to me. He was legit, turned 18 one month prior to us meeting (and chatting) so I'm in the clear. I was already naked, he seemed excited, he stripped right away and we went to the bed. I ate that ass every which way I could, him on his back with legs pulled up, him bending over, and god he tasted so damn good. After about half hour, I was sensing he wanted what he came for, and that was to be fisted. By this time, my cock is drooling, I so bad wanted to just shove it in his hole full on and let him stew on it, but I promised, and I'm a man of my word, well, sort of. So I start lubing up my hand with my special lube. I showed him my baby syringe posing as a lube shooter and me filling it with lube straight from the bottle and then into his hole (did that 3 times). Then I started rubbing and playing with his hole with my fingers, working them in and starting to stretch him open. I could tell he was nervous, he kept trying to clinch and push everything out, but I held fast, knowing in just a matter of minutes, the crystal would start working and his pussy would start to relax. So about 10 minutes later, I had already injected more lube into his cunt with my shooter two times, and was up to my wrist, and I just started rotating inside him, when he just blurts out "Oh my fucking god! This is so amazing, I never knew it could feel this good!!!" Naturally, I'm thinking, "hah bitch, if this crystal wasn't in this shit, you would be screaming in pain" because he was still damn fucking tight. But I figure, he has no way to know he's been loaded with crystal because he's never done it, so of course he is relating the feelings he is getting directly because of my fist. So, with that encouragement, I step it up. After about an hour, I've used just about half the bottle of lube, so basically 1.75 grams have been shoved in his pussy. I'm up to about 2 inches below my elbow. I've never had anyone moan like how he was moaning in pure pleasure. He was definitely in another place. His eyes were open yet they were definitely not able to see anything unless I brought him out of his high, his mouth was open showing his beautiful teeth, and the only thing coming out of it was moans. I would ask him easy questions, and you could tell he wanted to respond, but he couldn't, he was so far up in cloud based pleasure heaven that he forgot how to speak. So I just kept going, I wanted to go past my elbow, and judging by him, I am sure he wanted me to as well. And of course, I had one more surprise for him. I had on my USB stick a few really really hot porn vids that were totally homemade of an older guy working on a twink's ass, going from an intense fisting to bareback fucking and breeding, and the camera had focused on the pussy like the entire time. Each one was only like 10 mins in length, perfect amount of time until a twink will get bored of a video and want to change it. So once I got to my elbow, I put 4 of these vids on the playlist as next to play, and when the first one started, I watched his eyes, and he was hooked. His entire focus was on the tv. During the first 3 vids, I think I used up another 1/4 of the lube bottle, so he's up to like just over 2.5 grams in his pussy and it's been about 2 1/2 hours. He is now flying to heights he never even knew existed and wanting more as he kept pushing back on my hand. I knew it was now, the 3rd vid was just about to end, the top was about a minute away from exploding deep into his boy's cunt. I pull out my hand, I pour the remaining lube into his pussy, I scoop a lil bit and rub it on my cock, and before he was able to register I took my hand out, I had my totally raw, hard as fuck, dripping cock balls deep in that hot tight relaxed crystal loaded pussy and I was the one who almost passed out from the feeling his stretched cunt was giving my cock. As the video was showing the boy's hole dripping cum out of it, I was fully lodged and started a slow rhythm trying to mimic that pace my hand was at so his brain wouldn't register the swap. The 4th video starts and I knew it was about 7 minutes before the top has his cock buried, and so I wanted to time it to when the top buried his cock, my boy would realize my cock was buried in him. As final encouragement for him, the next video was an hour long compilation of twink holes being filled with daddy cum, to fully get his brain into it. So, as the short of amount of time tick by, I start quickening my pace, I am always going balls deep on the in stroke and I let the crown of my mushroom head to pop out on the out stroke to make sure his ring feels it every time back and forth. In about a minute is the plunge if you will, and so I tell him "boy, you are so fucking hot, I need to fuck you so bad!" Like 10 seconds before the top in the video plunged his cock in, my boy was able to turn his head and eyes to mine and all he could muster was "please Daddy" in just over a whisper. Oh my god, those were the most beautiful words I ever heard. Right before the top plunges in, I pull completely out so we are in sync, and as he plunges in balls deep full on, I'm doing the same. Both boys moan like you've never heard before, in total drug loaded pleasure. I last about 10 minutes, which was like the 5th scene in the compilation, so my boy had seen holes get bred and cum dripping out 4 times so far. His pussy wanted it, it was squeezing me so much, and whenever he tried touching his own cock, I shoved his hands away. I finally couldn't hold back, I knew I was gonna cum huge, and sure enough, without announcing to him, I lost control and my cock got so thick and bam, I shot the biggest load deep in his cunt that it hurt my balls. My cock spasmed 9 times shooting cum out. His cock shot hands free a massive load all over his chest and face, as only an 18 year old can do. With my cock still spasming inside him, I bent over him so we were chest to chest, and I just laid on top of him letting my orgasm take control of my body and let me enjoy it. He passed out (but was fine, and breathing, so was totally safe) from the shear pleasure overload from the drugs and we fell asleep for about an hour. I woke up first. I kissed his little mouth, and pulled out, and started to clean him up. Well, I actually tongued his hole before he woke up to get his and my taste on my tongue. I had him all cleaned up by the time he woke up. I had him cuddled and he turns his neck and looks at me and said something like he did not want to leave and said thank you. I told him go back to sleep, and we had until 11am until checkout to be naked and chill with each other. So we fell back asleep. My dreams were crazy, I dreamt that he became my boy forever and stuff like that. I mean, of course, I was so into him, and so into teaching him. I woke up around 8am, pushing those dreams aside, knowing reality was right around the corner. I left him a note saying I went to get some food, and I would be right back, and when I got back in the room, he was awake, and was in the shower. When he got out, he drops a bomb on me. What he told me had me going nuts. He told me that 6 months ago, both his parents, who had a shitload of money, died travelling somewhere, and left him this 5 bedroom house, in the greatest part of town. He said if I don't believe him, look out the window and see that brand new BMW M-5 sitting there, that was his, and he chirped the alarm to validate that. I felt for him, I was like, sorry to hear he lost his folks. He says, "no, that's not why I am telling you this. I am telling you this, because, you took me to a place last night I never knew I could go to and here I am, awake and safe, and I want more and more and I want you to move in to my house and be my daddy forever." Now, who the hell am I to say no to something like that? Especially given my bankrupt ass. I tell him I of course agree, on a few conditions. I definitely need a new car, he will belong to me, and nobody else unless we mutually agree (like a 3 way), and I don't want to work. He chuckles, and next thing I know, we are at the Audi dealer, and he is writing a check for this $80,000 brand new Audi for me. To this day, I still do not work, he's my boy, and yes, we fuck guys all the time, but always together. I charged up his hole with my poz cum enough times finally it took, which is what he wanted, and there's no sign of any of this changing. To this day, we both think of that first night so much and how it changed both our lives for the better. -------------------------------------- Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
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My boyfriend and I have been stretching my hole for a little while now. It's been a lot of fun and lots of feels as I take larger and larger toys. (My boyfriend's hands are small & I only see my large handed fister about once a month.) It's been a lot of fun and I love my loose hole. However, there have been a few issues. I'd like some real talk with other fisting bottoms. My current largest toy is the Mr. Hankey Ramrodder. It takes a couple minutes to stretch my hole to take it, but then once in a want it all, but like every other toy that I have used has caused similar issues until I took something larger. Frequent problems are: 1. Unable to get or maintain an election. 2. Unable to urinate after. New issue with latest toy: 3. While taking it in my hole I get what feels like sciatic nerve pain from my lower back to the outside of my legs to below my knees. It's sporadic and never lasts. Anyone experience these? Experience others as you wrecked your mancunt? Thoughts? Advice? Ramrodder photos attached.
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My name is Adam, I am 20 years old now. When I was 19, I met a guy who was like my older brother. I had a huge crush on him. Jake was tall and muscled 27 and had lots of guys whom he slept with, but he never made a move on me although I wanted him to. Jake knew I wanted him; he thought it was cute. We had been hanging out, playing video games like normal and Jake turned to me and said, have you ever thought about having sex with me? I stopped as my heart dropped, I swallowed hard and said yes. A lot. He patted me on the head and said, he just did not know if I could handle him. For the next hour, I tried to convince him, but he just laughed it off, the last time I pleaded he said. I want you to prove it to me. I thought we would have sex then but instead, he said he wanted to take me to a club. He told me he would tell me more when we were on the way. The rest of the day he was on the computer and his phone texting back and forth with someone and at 6 PM he told me to go home and get ready, to clean out for getting fucked but no promises and he would pick me up at 7 PM. I rushed home and cleaned out showered and started to get dressed. Jake texted, were those tight shorts, a jock, and that hot pink tank you have. I quickly changed into my jock, tight Gogo shorts, and that tank and waited. Ten minutes later he text he was here and came out to the car, he whistled and told me I was looking hot and ready for tonight. I just smiled and got in the car. We drove 30 minutes to a part of town I have never been in. We got out and came over and had me pull down my shorts. He slid on cock cage and locked it and told me to pull up we were ready. I was a bit confused, but I would do anything at this point to be with Jake. The entrance had a guy who was collecting money to enter, when Jake went up, he said where the entertainment is, and the guy buzzed us in. Before I could ask, a few guys grabbed my ass and felt and pinched my nips while they were talking to Jake. One guy, an older guy came and told Jake the room was ready. Jake grabbed my hand and lead me through a room with four chairs and glass facing the open area and bar and to a back room. Once inside he closed the door and told me I was doing so well. There was a table with a few drinks on it, one had a white napkin under it and the other a Black. He grabbed the glass with the white napkin, and I grabbed the one with the black and we toasted to a great night. A night of me becoming a real man. He pulled out two chairs and we sat and talked for a while, I started to feel a little funny, Jake said. It is time. He had me stand up and told me to pull my shorts down and bend over the table. He pulled out some lube and a tin. Jake lubed up my hole and slide his finger inside me and then opened the tin and grabbed two shards and put them on the table and put it back and one by one he grabbed one and slide it up my hole. It started to burn, I turned to Jake, and he said it is supposed to feel like, it will take a minute. He put his finger on my lips and said, pull up those hot pants and hang tight. I will be right back. There I was, sitting in this room starting to feel warm all over. I really need Jake to fuck me. Ten minutes later Jake came back in and had me pull down my Gogo shorts and told me to bend over again. He put two more shards up my hole and said, I think we are ready. I went to grab my shorts and Jake stopped me. No need, take the tank off also. I pulled it off, I was so ready for Jake to kiss me. I had not noticed it but there was a second door in the office, and a tall young guy knocked on the door. Jake answered, and the guy said we are ready. Jake turned to me and told me to go with Ryan and that he would be back in a couple of hours. I thought, what the fuck, Jake slapped my ass and said now Adam and I walked out the door and I heard it lock. I did not know it, but jack had gone out the other door to watch from the glass. Once back in the room it was different, a curtain had been drawn. This good-looking tall guy explained that Jack had set up a couple of guys to taste if you are ready to have sex with him. If you pass tonight, he said he would fuck you if you can prove you are ready. Then he rubbed my chest and I just tingled. His hand went to my backside and then down to my ass as he cupped my left cheek in his hand. He felt so good, I was so horny. He moved his hand, and soon his finger was in my crack and on my hole. His finger fingered the rim of my hole, and all I could do is moan. He stopped, I really did not want him to, and he undressed. He pulled off his shirt and he had a tight body with a large scorpion on it. He slid down his pant, he was commando and his dick flopped out. Fuck, I had only ever seen a dick like that in porn. He went back to cupping my ass with his finger at my hole and I was moaning again looking at his huge soft dick. I went to touch it and he grabbed my hand. No, not yet soon enough. I could not take my eyes off his beautiful dick. Soon the curtain pulled. I was not the only guy in a jock. I could look straight across and there was a young white boy skinner than me in just his cock cage. The guy with me got behind me and slide off my jock strap and I was now in a cage naked. There were two guys in the middle. One look to be late 30’s Greek looking with a beautiful body and a hairy chest and huge dick also. Then a blond god, Nordic looking, and he too had a huge dick. The guy with the skinny guy had the same scorpion tattoo, he was Latin with a fat uncut dick. Brian I finally learned was the guy with his finger on my hole. He leaned down and whispered. The boy across also wants to have sex with Jack. Each guy will rate you, whoever had the best rating will get Jake. This is your only opportunity; he will not give you a second chance. The Latin guy was saying something similar but for another guy. We each thought we were competing for the same but later found out I wanted Jake and the guy who brought him was Ryan. Brian told me that he had to go take a seat. You can pick any guy to start but you must get with each of us. If you only suck cock that is a 3 but if you let them fuck you that is a 6-10. If you require condoms that is a 4 and some may refuse so that is a zero. Got it? I shook my head yes. Okay, when you hear the bell, you can start. Once he and the Latin guy sat, I heard the bell. For some reason, the guy who sat closest to me was the Latin guy. I walked over and felt his chest. He asked me to suck his dick. I walked around and go to my knees and picked up that big uncut dick and started to suck it. I have never sucked uncut before. I was clueless. I was not sure it was possible, but the guy got even thicker and thicker as I sucked and jacked his dick. He lifted his legs and told me to eat his hole. Something I swore I would never do but in my horny altered state, I licked and tongued his hole as he moaned. He grabbed my head and held it, and I tongued harder. He then told me I could try to suck him again, but my rimming was a 10. I will reserve your score on sucking till later. He put his legs down and grabbed me and rubbed my hole and said, I cannot wait to slide my bare dick inside you as he slid his finger inside me and all I could do is whimper. I looked over and Brian had the other guy on his lap with his huge dick had to be 10 inches on the kid’s back and he was finger fucking him while they kissed. Carlos the Latin guy send me to the Nordic blond. I walked over and before I could even touch him, he got up and turned around, and presented his ass to me. I got down and spread his big cheeks and licked his hole as he moaned. I then dove in and tongued and ate it for ten minutes. He then moved and turned around his dick was so big and thick. Fuck I thought, even thicker than the Latin guys. No fucking teeth he said. I opened my mouth, and he tilted my head and slide his dick in my mouth till I gag, he said, just like that fag boy. He fucked my mouth like that for five minutes making me almost puke several times and then he finally finished. His cock was so slimy. He had me turn around as he sat down and then he picked me up and lowered me toward his big dick. Brian reached over with Poppers and told me to inhale I did each side twice and slowly the Nordic God lowered me as my ass hit his fat head, he let gravity press my body onto his thick member. I started to call out it was too much, Brian put his hand over my mouth as my hole was stretched and torn open as his huge dick invaded me. I was making noise, but it was all muffled, his dick kept sinking inside me and soon I was sitting on his lap. He got that entire huge cock inside me. He picked me up and dropped me back down then pulled me to his chest and fucked my hole with his big dick. Ten minutes later he shot his load inside me. He held me there and said who is next, Brian said he was. The blond picked me up, turned me around and I was suddenly on my knees on the chair, arms resting on the back rail and Brian slide his big much longer dick inside me. He was fucking me calling me a fucking whore, as Blondie came around and made me clean off his dick. That is when I his scorpion just under his blond bush above his dick, I licked and sucked his cock clean while Brian fucked my ass. The blond finally gave me poppers as I was feeling some pain with Brian so deep inside me. It took Brian over 15 more minutes to show his load inside me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear and told me I was a 10. Then he said, now that it’s two, cannot wait to breed you more. Brian helped me up and took me to the back room and had me bend over. He pulled out the ten and again gave me two shards. When I stood up, he leaned in and kissed me. He sent electricity all over my body. I melted as his tongue fucked my mouth. When he broke, all I could do is stare into his beautiful brown eyes. He grabbed my hand and lead me back out to the room where the Latin guy was waiting for me. Brian handed me to him. The chairs had been removed and there were two mattresses. He led me over to the Greek guy and told me to suck his dick. I crawled on the bed and began to suck him while he spoke to me in a language I did not know, I later found out he was calling me a neg cum whore, cum pig for poz loads. Dirty whore. I smiled at him and picked up his big dick and began to suck him. He grew hard quickly. I love to suck dick so much is all I could think, while I was giving him service the Latin guy spread my legs and pressed his big dick against my hole. The Greek guy pulled me tighter to his chest and the pressure at my hole got intense. The Greek guy wrapped his hand over my head and covered my mouth and said Now. That is when the pain intensified, and I screamed into his hand which only made him hole my mouth and face tighter. I felt like I was ripping in down as Brian’s dick slowly inched his way all the way inside me and then he started to slowly fuck me. I cried, then hyperventilated and almost passed out. The Greek guy slapped my face a few times and brought me back. It still hurt like fuck, but I was no longer screaming just uncomfortable groans. They were both fucking me now. This went on for ten minutes, I would like to say it got better but still hurt. The Greek guy started breathing heavily and shot his load inside me. I thought it was over, I was so relieved when his dick went soft and slipped out. Brian pulled me to the side but kept his dick inside me as he rolled onto his back. 30 seconds later I felt a dick at the hole but this time I was given poppers. My hole began to relax, and this dick slid in, fat head, long as fuck since he slides slowly all the way inside me. I felt him go past Brian’s head an inch or so. Then they both started fucking me. He was not as thick as the Greek guy and this angle was easier, they made me start to moan and soon I shot my load inside the cage. My hole tightened up and I hear Brain say he was going to come and the black guy inside me said do I am too. Twenty seconds later they both shot their loads inside me. They both pulled out and Brian rolled me off him and then helped me up. He took me to the back room once again and had me bend over and to more shards when up my ass. He poured me a drink and told me to drink it, I was thirsty, so I did. I felt so fucked up, he told me to get dressed. I stumbled but got dressed finally and he led me out the back door to the parking lot. We walked down three buildings to another building that looked like a warehouse. He again told the guy at the front that I was the entertainment and the guy behind the counter buzzed us in. He walked me to a staircase and down to a basement. It looked like a dungeon; he patted a table. It was odd but he helped me up into it then fastened straps around my wrist and ankles. I tried to move my right arm, but I could not, then the others and nothing. I was tied in well. Brian slides a hood on me. The only thing open was a hole in my mouth. Brian started talking to a guy, his voice was gruff, he said you advertised neg bottoms off Prep were $5,000.00 The guy said yea, but we will have to test the boy to pay you. Soon I had some apparatus in my mouth (I later frond out was an HIV test) We are good the gruff voice said, and he handed Brian the money. Brian slapped my ass and told me to be a good boy and then I sense that he left, and I was alone with the gruff guy. I could see a flash of light; the old guy was taking pictures of me. He stopped and wrote what I later found out was “Neg Fag to be Pozzed” and “Stealth this little slut”. I heard typing and started to ask to get up. The old man came over and slide a ball gag in my mouth and said, boy that is not going to happen, I purchased your ass and now I need to get my money’s worth. He went back to typing, he had a group of 100 poz guys who like to blow their charged loads in a neg bottom. I could hear pings as the invites were accepted. He started to be pleased with himself as he said, oh boy you have some very fine guests. Then he said, your first and biggest dick will be here in 20 minutes. I will try to find one or two bigger but not sure it is possible. Your little cunt will be so wrecked when he is done. I then felt his fingers go up my ass and that burning again, he had put three shards in my hole. My hole was on fire for a few minutes, then all I could think of is cock and getting fucked. The gruff guy rubbed my back as I moaned and tried to push my ass back. He said, no cock yet boy. Testing the camera, you are being live-streamed tonight. He rubbed his fingers over my ass pucker and said, fuck boy you are one horny slut. I heard it but it did not sink in, not that I could have done anything even if it had. I heard the gruff guy setting up things and he finally came over and unfastened the ball gag. He presented a straw and had me drink, he said drink Shelby you need to be hydrated. It tasted funny like the other drinks from tonight. I felt warm and dizzy and just hummed. Two minutes later I heard the door, moose, glad you could make it. What’s your number tonight, Moose said 827,678. Wow, the gruff guy said, that is amazing. It was like an interview, the gruff guy asked what you think of the boy. Moose felt my ass and hole and said, he will never be the same but cannot wait to wreck him. Moose then rubbed lube on my hole and slide his fingers inside me. I felt a tip insert and then lube being pushed into my hole then it was withdrawn. The boy looks ready. I felt pressure at my hole, it felt like a fist being pushed against it. The pressure did not stop, I began to say I cannot, please no but he did not stop. Two minutes later he pulled off my ass and rubbed more lube on it and slide three fingers in my hole and then four. He twisted them around for a few minutes and I must admit that felt amazing. I even started to moan, then he quickly pulled them out and the pressure started again. I said no, please but he slapped my ass hard three times and pressed hard, I screamed as he entered me. I could not believe it and I kept saying take it out, please take it out. He laughed and just pushed as inch after inch pushed deep into me. I lost the ability to speak as he invaded me, I could hardly breathe. He finally bottomed out, saying goof neg fag boy. He slowly pulled out and started pressing deep again, he did this three times slowly before doing it with speed more and more. I heard him say, fuck you are tight, open the fuck up boy. My hole started to give way, it allowed him to start fucking me more and after twenty minutes he was long dicking me, I could only moan and say oh fuck, holly fuck. He fucked me for what seemed like forever. He slowly pulled out and I heard the camera, and the gruff guy must have been videoing my hole. He said fucking look at that hole so open. Fuck him some more, the guys are loving it. In that short time, my hole began to close but he pressed and began drilling my hole deep and fast. Fuck, I screamed it hurts, Stop, OMG stop. It only made him go harder, I again started to hyperventilate, and this time I passed out. The gruff man slapped my face three times, and I came back. Only to begin to shake as he fucked me and even with all that pain, he made me cum in the cage, he shot his load inside me two minutes after I shot mine. He let his cock soften and then pulled it from me. The old man shoved a plug up my hole before it closed. The gruff guy told the other guy to unfasten me and once they had me unfasted the guy who just fucked me picked me up and put me over his shoulder and carried me to a room with a bed. He tossed me on the mattress, and the guff guy grabbed my hands and shackled them. The hood stayed on. The big, dicked guy said he would be back at midnight for another round. Make sure he is flooded. Once Moose left, guys started coming in the first one pulled out the pug and got under me and worked his dick easily into me. Others would come in and slide in next to him and fuck my hole and cum. He lasted through five guys Cumming in until he was replaced. I have no idea how many, but a lot of guys fucked me. My hole was so wet. The room cleared out and Moose announced himself. Boy you are ready for me, aren’t you? Mr. Gruff, slide a couple of shards in me and my hole started to burn. Moose rubbed my chest and stomach. The tina started to work. He could tell as I moaned when he tweaked my nipples. He flipped me over and slide a cushion of some kind that had my hopes up and my face and chest on the bed. Moose then began to lube my hole. Slide three fingers in me and then four. When he was rubbing me, I marveled at how big his hands were. Two of them covered my stomach and some of my chest. He worked my hole back and four as I moaned and eventually began to slide his thumb in and press his fist into my hole. I knew he was trying to fist me; I knew I should say something, but I was so high I laid there as he worked my hole back and four and finally slide his hand inside me. I gasped and then could only moan and whipper. For the next hour, he worked my hole, slowly pulling out and then working his fist back in and messaging my inner hole. My moans only became more intense. I could not believe a guy had his hand inside me. He changed positions, then held his hand still. I could feel his big dick press against his forearm and slowly enter me too. I could not speak; it was somewhere between pain and pleasure and then he started fucking me and moving his hand in my hole. It was not long, and I came into the cage again. He used me like this for twenty minutes and then shot his load in my ass again. Moose left but kissed me on my back and neck and said he would be back. Mr. Gruff came in and slide some more tina up my ass and then grabbed me and walked me to the shower. He pulled off the hood and told me to clean up. It was the first time seeing him. He was about 55 tall lean and he had a big dick. His bulge is huge. Once showered Gruff told me to follow him, we walked down a hall, we entered a room. He had me lay on a padded table and pulled my head toward him, so it was hanging off. He unzipped his pants and fished out a 9” thick dick. He pressed his fingers into my mouth and make me open as he shoved his huge dick in my mouth and down my throat. I gag and almost puked before he pulled out. All he said was that is a good start you little slut. He continued assaulting my throat, I took it longer and deeper each time. Ten minutes in, with his dick all the way down my throat I could feel his cock pulse and cum doing down my throat as he came. He slowly pulled his cock from my throat; I gasp for air. He said we will try that again in a few hours. You have a guest coming. One every hour boy. Let’s get you ready for your first one. He reached and took off my cage for the first time in more than 24 hours. My dick hit the open air, he played with my balls and cock and got me hard. It still works well. I have your cum sold. No touching your dick. He took me into the other room and had me sit in a chair and then zip-tied my legs to the chair and my arms behind me and fastened me to the seat. Five minutes boy and your first guest will be here. He placed a blindfold on me and put the headset on me to play country music. Minutes later I felt someone rub his hand over my chest and pinch my nipple, making me jump a little. The guy leaned in and missed me. I kissed him back instinctually. He tongue fucked my mouth for a few minutes, then sucked my left nipple before moving to my right. Soon he lifted my semi-hard dick and began to suck my dick. I quickly grew hard, for the next twenty minutes he kept me on the edge almost ready to cum before finally deep throating me and sucking hard till I shot my load in his mouth. Wow, I was light-headed, the man got up after swallowing me and leaned in and kissed me one last time before leaving. Every hour someone came to suck me and drain my balls, five guys in total. I was feeling amazing. The old gruff guy cut off the zip ties and took off everything except the blindfold and lead me to a room. He propped me up and spread my ass and lubed up my hole. It was sore after the beating it took. I felt the shards being slide in and that warm feeling again. He left me there for a long time but finally came back and slide some long cold metal tube inside me, I felt like my insides were expanding. He pulled it out quickly and slide in a butt plug. I later frond out he was giving me a chem piss enema. Before long I was flying, it may have only been five minutes, but I could have been thirty for all I know. He came back into the room and pulled out the butt plug and the piss shot out my hole, long with cum, blood, and some poop. He then slides in a water enema and gave me another. Butt plugged again and then he left. Again, he came back in and pulled the butt plug out, and water shot, clean water. He said you are ready now. He led me into a room and pushed me down on a mattress, slide a harness on me, tied my wrist together, and fastened my hands above my head. What happened next was a blur. The room went dark. A hood replaced my blindfold, the lights came back on, and I suddenly felt hands everywhere where on my body. My nips pinched. Bit. Someone was rubbing my balls, someone else was jacking my dick. I was flipped over, and hands went for my ass and started putting lube in and on my ass hole. That same pillow or arch was slid under me, and my face and chest were in the bed, fingers were inside me. I could not help but moan. It did not take long, and a guy was working his fist inside me. He had a smaller hand, so it went in quickly. He then slides his other hand inside me. That seemed like a lot. He fisted me with both hands before I felt another hand trying to get inside me. I did not think it was possible, but the new guy forced his hand inside me. This continued with the guy until one by one they would jack off and shoot inside my hole and wash up and leave. Soon, I was alone, the man came back and said time to clean you up. You have a buyer. I seemed confused but once unfastened I got cleaned up and dressed again and the old man led me to the lobby. Jake was there, and a very tall man. I rushed over to Jake hoping he was going to take me home. Jake said, hey Adam. I really do not know what to say, here I thought you liked me and wanted to be with me. I have seen videos of you on the internet taking cock from all kinds of guys and letting yourself be fisted. I can tell you, that is not the kind of guy I want, you are risky and used up. We did find a man who did want you. Wayne here is the first man to fist you, the one with a huge dick. He is here to claim his property. Wayne handed Jake an envelope. I will say Wayne was willing to pay a lot for you. I hope you will be worth it to him. Jake turned and left, Wayne, grabbed me and picked me up, and carried me to his van. He opened the door and laid me on the floor and fastened a shackle to my leg. He looked down at me and said, you are so beautiful boy we have a long ride to your new home. He closed the door and got in the front seat and started it up. I cried most of the way on the two-hour drive. Wayne said, boy I love you and I know you will grow to love me. I cried more, he pulled off and poured me a drink with some g in it. He had me drink it and soon I was sleeping. I woke when he stopped the van. Groggy still, he unfastened me and carried me into the house. Put me in a room and locked it. I slept for ten hours until I was awoken by Wayne. Babe, it is time. He kept me for about a year and drugged me as he wrecked my hole with his huge dick and hands. When he tired of me, he drove me to the city and dumped me in an alley. No money, no phone, I could only remember two addresses. The one where I lived with a roommate. I made it back there but someone else was living there and Jake’s place. Jake answered that he had another boy in his living room playing video games. He said I wondered when you would show up again. He wrote down an address and handed me two hundred dollars and said should give the note to the guy at the front desk and pay for a room. Then he said, they will know what to do with you. I left knowing this would not be good but what else could I do? I made my way to the motel and the old guy at the front desk read the note and laughed and said, you need room 201. He smiled at me and gave me the key. He did not even charge me for it. The room was nice, and I was tired., I fell asleep. I was awakened by two men, not very good-looking grabbing me in the middle of the night and taking me to a back room at the hotel. One forced a couple of shards in my hole and the other gave me something to drink. They locked the door. The room was dark except for two holes in the wall. They looked like glory holes I had seen in videos.
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Ben was so high - and so stretched from getting fucked - that i didn't even bother with FF foreplay. i just grabbed a ball of crisco from the nearby can, pumped some j-lube in my palm and smeared the slimy mixture all over my hands. Ben still had his eyes closed - enjoying the warm buzz of his latest smoke. i folded my right hand into a small tube - my thumb surrounded by four fingertips. His hole was pulsing in and out - slowly - like it was begging to be filled. As soon as my fingertips hit the purple muscle, it opened like a flower - or some alien pod... Ben's legs spread slightly, signaling his slutty desire. In one steady push, my whole hand slid into his burning fuckhole!!! (and i have really big hands!) Something between a growl and a purr emanated from Ben's throat, as he opened his eyes and grinned. "Fuck! You Texas boys don't stop, do you?" he managed. "Not unless the building's on fire." I chuckled. "Then we just move to the parking lot," I added. "Open the door," Ben said. "I want the whole place to see this!" i tried turning the doorknob, but my hand was covered with so much lube and crisco that i couldn't get a grip. "Here," Ben said, tearing off a sheet from the roll of paper towels he'd brought. One hand in his ass, and the other on the doorknob - i finally got it open! A rush of cool air from the hallway blew in the room, making us realize how much heat we'd generated - two sweaty, chemmed-up, sexpigs goin' at it! With Ben impaled on my fist, i slowly turned him around so that guys walking by would get a good view of his hole being stretched. i now had my back toward the door, so i was dependent on the mirror to see any activity in the hall. "MMMMmmmmmmm," Ben sighed. "Pull out for a sec. I wanna see if i'm still clean." i slowly exited his bowel, my hand ringed by a dark purple ruffle of muscle - finally opening into the bright red rosebud of his prolapse. "Fuuuccckkkk!" a voice behind me gasped. I looked up to see the reflection in the mirror. It was Trent - a young guy I'd played with a while back. Trent has an incredibly thick, uncut cock, and loves to fuck. When i first met him (at the baths), he was a young twenty-something - in decent shape. Now - a couple of years later - Trent had packed on another 20 lbs. of muscle, and was definitely - - - a MAN!!!! "Am I clean?" I heard Ben ask, caught up in his own world. "Crystal clean, i'd say," i replied, holding my hand up to the light from the hallway. It was covered in a mix of clear and white goo - J-Lube and crisco - but absolutely no shit or blood. "You had your whole hand inside him?" Trent said from behind. My chem-addled brain was having trouble with these two conversations at the same time... "Uh - - - yeah," i managed to get out. "Come on in, man," i spoke to the image in the mirror. "Trent - Ben - - - Ben - Trent," i said. "There - now everybody knows everybody," i said, rolling my eyes. "That was sooo fucking hot, dude!" Trent said, dropping his towel and tossing it on the plastic chair. He was wearing a thick leather cockring and leather ballstretcher, and had a biohazard tattoo midway between his navel and cock. (Things had changed from the sweet, curious corn-fed beefboy i'd met years back.) His foreskin hung down from his semi hard meat - not because he was soft - but because it'd obviously been played with - roughly, and a lot!!! "Mind if I watch?" Trent asked, lazily stroking his meat. "No," Ben and i answered in unison. "Just gettin' opened up for some big dick!" Ben added, unashamedly staring at Trent's meat. i slid the fingers of my left hand into Ben's ass, palm up, and formed a type of funnel. then, with my right hand, i grabbed the J-Lube bottle and squeezed several big globs of the gooey lube onto my palm and let it run down into his gape. Trent was half kneeling-half sitting on the edge of the bed, thoroughly mesmerized by what was going on. i handed the J-Lube bottle to him, and then slid my right hand deep into Ben's hole. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!!" Ben growled, his eyes rolling back into his head. "That's fucking hot as shit!" Trent responded, squirting some lube into his palm, and slicking up his growing tool.
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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.
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Stretching Derrick
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
West Michigan—January, 2023 I have known Derrick for around 20 years. I can’t say that about too many of my sex partners. I think we met at a sex party. (Surprise!) This was long before Jacob was in his life. We played there. We played at his house a few times…and drifted apart for a bit. It was Derrick who reached out to me once he was partnered. Jacob loved assplay and was wanting to explore fisting and Derrick’s hands were too big. Could I help—with my smaller, flexible hands? I could. And did. And one of the most satisfying relationships of my sex life was born. It was hardly surprising that we got off track with covid. But we have started up our Sunday afternoons again, about once a month. And we picked up like we had never paused… All this is to say I was surprised to hear from Derrick in the middle of the month as I was pretty sure Jacob was away with work. Indeed, he was out of the country and had told Derrick to reach out to me for some play if he got randy. Would I be interested? I tossed a couple of toys in my bag and was out the door… There has been a little small talk, but now we are stripped and sitting on the couch in the study. A new slide show of kinky men, doing things to each other (or to own their overstretched holes) flashes on the big screen television. “I really want to work some more on deep throating you. I’ve been practicing.” I nod. “Sure…” Derrick grins and leans down. I turn slightly to give him a better angle. My cock is taken into his mouth. He lingers on just the leaking head for a long time. Then he begins inching down my thick shaft. He gets to all but the final half inch. This from the man who used to choke on me at the halfway point. Derrick comes up for air. I stand up in front of him. “This will be easier.” My cock is at eye level for him. He leans forward and gets over half of me in the first gulp. I let out a little moan of encouragement. Derrick moves and suddenly his nose is in my pubes. He holds for a moment and pulls off me, gasping. “Hot…” he mutters. “Do it again.” It is easier now. He relaxes and takes me to the root. This time, when he pulls up, he keeps me in his mouth and his tongue makes my drooling piss slit very happy. Then, after a breath, he deep throats me again. My hands instinctively hold his head in place. I let go and he comes off me, panting, his cock now rock hard. I go to my knees and suck him for a long moment. It’s his turn to hold me in place. He fucks my face a little, bucking up into me, before he lets go. I stand back up and feed him my cock one more time. This time I make him choke. The sound turns us both on. “I used to fuck your face on the guest room bed. Should we?” We go down to the guest room on the lower level. It takes a moment to shift some boxes, filled with Christmas decorations, from the bed to the floor. Derrick lays down, his head hanging over the edge. He is at a great height for me to staddle his head and lower my cock down his throat. I start with just half my length. I do a slow in and out, before building to a more rapid pistoning of his throat. I pull out. “Lick my balls.” I lower them into his mouth with a deep knee bend. His tongue gets busy as I stroke my wet cock. I stand up and put my cock back into his mouth. I go a little deeper this time. His eyes water, but he takes it. Proudly. When I pull out, he is gasping for air, but self-satisfied. Once he’s caught his breath, I pump his mouth once more. On only one stroke do I give him more than three quarters of my cock. He gags a little and I pull back. Derrick motions with his hand he needs to get up. I pull out. This time we are both panting—and we agree to head to the playroom… * Derrick is in the sling. I am on my knees, my tongue working his ass crack and hole. I spit and leave copious amounts of spittle behind, all while greasing up my cock. I stand for the first fuck of this session. I slide in easily—and to the hilt. My pubes, once in his nose, now grind against his hairless ass. Derrick groans and closes his eyes. I see him relax and I begin to fuck. Slow and easy. As I can never access their toys easily, so today I have traveled with two of mine. While still fucking, I grab the egg-headed dildo and grease it up, holding it where Derrick can see it being coated with lube. I pull out. The toy twists into him. He grunts as the head of it, bigger than my own flared cockhead, opens him wider. The thin shaft goes deep into his butt. I push it down and my cock slides back into him, gliding over the ridges of the toy. Now I fuck him, keeping the toy in place. “I feel so full…” I nod and keep going. I pull out and go in again, now so the toy is on top of me. It’s a totally different feeling, still full, but the stretch feels tighter. The toy comes out and my cock goes in alone. I add a few fingers, too, my left hand gliding over my slick shaft. I go from two fingers, to three and finally four before the hand leaves—and I just fuck him. Hard and fast—leaving us both breathless. I change the pace with the speculum. I want to stretch his hole some more before my hand goes in. “It’s been forever since you used this on me.” “Feeling good?” “Yeah. Nice and slow…” And that is just how I am stretching him, turning the winged screw, opening his hole fractions at a time. Soon the opening is large enough to add my cock. I fuck him, the metal on either side of my hard flesh. Once it is cranked shut and gone, I work my left hand into him. And then the right, but the left feels the best. I add my cock as well, letting my shaft fuck between my greasy finger deep inside him. Over and over. I pull my cock out so once again it can slide down my fore arm and work it’s way in on top of my wrist. Derrick is lost in sensation. He groans and only occasionally focuses on the action in his ass in the mirror above the sling. Now it’s just my dick inside him. I fuck him hard, but I am nowhere near shooting, I settle down for a long fist session… * Derrick takes a break. I hop into the sling for him to eat my ass. He burrows in, rather noisily, as I jerk my cock. But finally, food sounds more fun. Derrick’s hole is sated—and food sounds better to me than working forever on an orgasm. We go out to dine…both feeling that glow of good sex… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Stretching Derrick (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) February 28, 2023 -
Lord knows that I love dildo play and fisting, in fact, those things are 90% of my sexual life. So I could use some advice from more experienced players. Try as we do, my lover and I cannot get a dildo, a colon snake or a hand past the sigmoid bend in my descending colon. Apparently it bends at an angle that is hard to pass an object through, as every time we try it results in intense pain. Can any of you share your personal stories about overcoming the sigmoid bend and achieving a deeper insertion? I look forward to hearing from the intelligent ones of you who understand male anatomy and who have conquered your descending colons. Thank you.
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Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
West Michigan—November, 2022 Derrick and Jacob had re-opened the playroom last January. I reported our ‘get reacquainted’ session, when I wrote it up in March. After that, one thing after another got in the way of our usual once a month play time—some unrelated to the pandemic health issues for them, travel for all of us, my summer out of state, etc. It took us until November to see each other once more. I drove over to their beautiful house, and overly equipped playroom, on the last Sunday afternoon of November… We spend a long time catching up, sitting in the living room, where the sun tries to shine through the huge windows. Soon enough we strip down and head to the study. The slide show on the big screen TV has changed since my last visit, but it is still just as kinky and hot. I am naked but for a cock ring and socks. Derrick is naked, too. We sit on the couch, where Derrick leans over and begins to suck me. Jacob enters a few moments later. He has some rubber fetish gear on, which emphasizes his ass. He kneels and begins sucking Derrick, as Derrick continues getting me fully hard. Soon enough I slip to the floor. I carefully unzip Jacob’s ass crack zipper on the gear. His hairy cleft is now in front of me. I lean in, and though it is an awkward angle, I delight in running my tongue up and down the hairy crack before burrowing into his pucker. He groans around Derrick’s dick in his mouth. “Fuck him,” murmurs Derrick. “He’s missed your dick.” I keep getting his hole good and wet, while lubing up my cock while I do it. I rear up, and my slimy cock head connects with his wet hole. He pauses in his cock sucking as I slide into him. I give him a moment to adjust. When he goes back down on Derrick, I know he’s ready for me to begin thrusting. And I do. Slow and long. Derrick’s eyes are glued to my cock as they disappear into his boy. I speed up, without really meaning to—it just feels so good. I am fucking him hard enough now that Jacob stops sucking and concentrates on his ass. I stop. Only because I am on my knees. I sit on the couch next to Derrick, who moves Jacob’s head from his cock to mine. I let him suck me for a bit—and then move him back to Derrick. Back and forth. Back and forth. “Why don’t we go downstairs,” suggests Derrick. This is faster than usual. Often, we have quite a fuck session up here, but we all go willingly down to the sling. Their fuck machine, pandemic relief, sits off to one side. Jacob hops it the sling. Derrick sits to one side, watching avidly. I eat Jacob’s hole again—now in a much more comfortable position. I stay there a long time, leisurely stroking myself as I eat him out. I stand and fuck. Again, slow and almost all the way out. I lock eyes with Jacob. We see the lust in each other’s gaze. “Fuck, that’s nice,” groans Derrick. I glance over at him. He is enrapt watching his partner’s hole be plundered. I speed up. I fuck and fuck. My hands are now greased. I slowly get reacquainted with his ass in this way. “I’ve been really working it,” Jacob mentions. It was not that long ago that I was introduced to him as I had smaller hands than Derrick—and Derrick wanted me to open him up. Jacob can take big toys now. My left had slips into him easily. “You want me to add my dick?” As if I didn’t know the answer. He nods, panting. I pull my hand out slightly. My cock is now cradled on my palm and they go back into him in one smooth move. I keep my hand still and fuck him—sliding my cock between my fingers deep inside him. He groans and touches himself. Derrick gets up and fastens Jacob’s wrists above his head to the sling chains. I pull out. My mouth finds Jacob’s PA-ed cock. I clean up his precum leakage. Now I do the right. It fits easily today, though it is slightly larger than my left hand. I try to add my cock. It’s not as good a fit, so I just rotate my fist deep in his gut, incredibly slowly. I go back to fucking. As I plow him, I look over the table next to me where there is a plethora of sex toys. Nothing is normal size. I discard the idea of a DP. When I finally pull my cock out, I go back to some basic one hand and then the other moves. I increase the speed. This is as close, I think, as I have ever gotten to punch fisting Jacob. He takes it. And loves it. And he wants a breather. We get him out of the sling. Derrick gets in. “Go easy. You were the last person in me last January.” My tongue enters Derrick. I really work on relaxing his hole. My cock goes in easily. I watch his face for any pain. It’s all pleasure. I fuck him. Slowly. Deliberately. I can see it in his eyes when he wants more. And more. I speed up the stroke, and increase the depth, each time. I switch to my hands. It takes a moment of stretching before my left slides in. I move it slowly around—and then bring it out to go right back in. Jacob is standing by our side, watching me. He puts his fragrant pit over Derrick’s face—why use poppers when you have him there? Derrick breathes deep and relaxes enough for me to add my cock with my hand. I don’t go for as long or as deep with the fucking through my fingers. I now work on getting my right hand in. I succeed once I add more lube. I add my cock head—but not the full shaft. I re-grease and do four fingers from each hand. This time my palms are together. I go in again, with my hands now knuckle to knuckle. I do a slight stretch out. A year ago, I could double fist him. There is no way that is happening today. I do manage my left hand with four fingers of my right before we both agree it’s time to stop. Derrick asks if I want to get off—or perhaps would like my ass eaten. I hop in the sling, but I just can’t get comfortable. It’s late—and we all agree that it’s time for food… The origianal is here, with links to some pictures: From My Side of the Sling: Derrick and Jacob Get in the Sling (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) January 5, 2023 -
I love fisting porn and have got into it in a big way, especially during arseplay. What are your favourite films? Mine (to name a few): Pigs at the Hoist The Power of Fists Celebrating the Fist One Daddies and Pigs (still from last scene)
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North of Me—August, 2022 The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often. But it never seems to happen. We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard. The good news is that the wait is always worth it. In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud… I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube. He also has a container of J-Lube. I lay out the few things I brought—speculum, ass grommet, eggheaded dildo—on his towel-protected nightstand. I go into his study to get out of my clothes. I go back to the bedroom in just my jock and boots. Ross is waiting, fully naked, on his knees. I stand in front of him. He inhales. “Thank you for wearing a used jock.” He begins to nuzzle the pouch. My cock escapes to the side. It’s in his mouth, instantly. My dick grows—snaking down his throat—choking him as I reach my full girth. He pulls back, panting—and instantly takes me to the root again. “I want to fuck your face.” Ross moves up onto the bed. His head hangs over, his mouth wide. I slip inside. I begin a slow pump of his mouth. He moans as I bottom out deep inside him. I hold for a moment, and then pull out, just before he chokes. I repeat this, over and over, lasting just a fraction longer in his mouth and throat, each time. “Again!” Ross mumbles. And I repeat the rape of his mouth. Again and again. “Now give me your ass.” Ross swivels around on the bed, never getting off his back. I surprise myself and forego rimming him. I just plunge my cock, covered in deep throat slime, straight into his hole. He grunts out his appreciation as I fuck him hard with all the slippery spit making a squishy sound on each thrust. When I tire, I go to my knees and eat his ravaged hole. I stand up and pull him up, thinking to kiss him—but he goes for my pits, licking first one and then the other… * Ross is in the sling now. I am eating his ass properly. He keeps wanting to push that massive rosebud into my mouth, but I keep pushing it back in. I want to use him so much more before that happens. I stand up and fuck. Then I add the eggheaded toy. I push my dick in with it, along the top of the toy so I feel the bumps on the shaft of the dildo on the underside of my cock. Ross moans, “So full…” I begin the DP fuck. Soon enough, I slide out and, keeping the toy in place, push in underneath the dildo. It feels totally different—and I think gives a slightly different stretch to Ross. He grunts out how hot it feels. Now I am going back and forth—my dick on top of it, under it, on top, under. When I pull out the final time, Ross squeezes the toy out and I catch it before dropping it to the tarp below us. I take a long swig of water. I want piss—but I can’t seem to produce it today. So I just fuck some more. Long strokes. All the way out and all the way in. Every time. The speculum is up next. A slow crank open. Lots of finger-on-prostate action. And then my cock slips between the stainless-steel walls of the medical device. Ross shivers in pleasure. His mancunt is held wide open. My cock is now the body part rubbing against his prostate. He moans. Again, I try for a piss deep in his ass. But I am still not hydrated enough. I sigh—and fuck. And eventually crank it shut. I grab the ass grommet. I cover both the inside and out of it with the coconut oil. I slip it over the shaft of my cock. It looks hot—my big red cock head poking out of the end of this black rubber donut. It gives me so much more girth to my already thick cock. I toss him the poppers for the first time. Ross takes a hit and I press in. He takes me the easiest of any of the men I use it on. His hole is filled as if he was sitting on some monster sized toy. I fuck him, with the toy supersizing my shaft. Then I hold it in place inside him and pull myself out. It creates a vacuum sound as I do it. I add more coconut oil to me and use the tunnel to get into him. It feels great to go from the man-made material to my cock head breaking into his warm, wet butt. I fuck this way a long time. Only now do I grease up my hands. He takes my left with ease. My right with a little more concentration. But by the second back and forth, my right slips in just as easily. Now, I leave my left inside him and add my cock. It slips between my fingers. I stroke myself deep in his ass. I pull out and get my right inside him. I add my cock. The angle’s not as good. I go back to my left. I slide in and my fingers wrap around my shaft. The slightest movement makes Ross shudder in the best possible way... “Do you want me to try a double?” Ross nods. I go for two hands at the same time. I get both in, my hands palm to palm. He relaxes—and I work one hand in and out while the other stays in place. We do this three or four times. And now I get a mouthful of his spectacular rose bud. We break. His hole needs a rest. We lie on the bed, sidestepping the pools of coconut oil on the tarp. But soon enough we are fisting on the bed, with him on his knees. I slide my hand into him the deepest I have ever gone. I am within inches of my elbow. We do a few doubles here, too—and then it is time to rest his hole and have dinner…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: So Full (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 27, 2022
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[think before following links] https://meet.jit.si/faggotsden
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So I went to Philadelphia for a week as a vacation. I found a really nice guy who was able to supply me with some parTy favors. When I got back to my hotel room I cleaned out and loaded the glass cock. I lit the flame underneath and watched as the smoke started to swirl. I took a deep breath in and took it all in. I held it for a few seconds and then let out a huge white cloud. The buzz hit me hard as my hole started to feel empty and needed to get filled. I fired up the the glass cock and smoked a few more. Once I was feeling pretty good, I took out the toys in my luggage and started playing with my hole, opening it up. I was deep into my play when all of sudden my phone went off and I saw this guy I had been talking to messaged me. It was a black guy, about 6' a little bit of a belly and a 9" cock. He wanted to know what I was up to and I said I was free. He said he was on his way and to have toys out. I fired up the bowl and smoked a few more. I was so hungry that I took out gloves and crisco thinking he didn't want to get his hands messy when he put the toys in me (I know I should've seen what was coming lol). When he arrived I met him at the door naked. I pulled him in and started to kiss him. He kissed me back and pulled down his pants and his cock popped out. I got on my knees and started sucking him. He starts moaning and soon pulls me up and pushes me up on the bed. He puts on the gloves and I feel a finger start moving in my hole. I moaned as a second joined in. He worked me like that for a bit and then withdrew. I soon felt his cock enter me as he fucked me slowly. He sped up a little bit and then pulled out all the way. Then I felt something thicker and knew it was the 10"x3" toy I left out. He pushed slowly as I moaned and sniffed some poppers. He moved it in and out slowly at first but then got a real rhythm going once he pushed into my inner ring. Suddenly he pulled it out and started to finger me again one, then two then three. Soon I felt a fourth finger and then there was a sudden pressure. His five fingers slid in and I moaned loudly. He moved around slowly and pushed forward slowly. I moaned until I felt a pressure inside me. I sniffed more poppers and relaxed. He was slow but insistent. The pressure built and built as I sniffed and relaxed until I felt him pop in. My eyes opened wide and gasped out loud as he pulled out a bit then pushed back in. After what felt like a few minutes I came hard. He held his hand then pulled out slowly. My hole gaped open and he pushed his hard cock in. He fucked me hard and came quickly. He thanked me and said I should look him up again.
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Part One: At Home It’s the end of the semester, and I have no obligations for a couple of weeks. The past few months have been rough, and I really need to blow off some steam. And even though I’ve gotten laid now and again during the semester, I haven’t had a chance to enjoy a nice long session to really work over my hole, let my freak flag fly, and show how much of a power bottom I can really be. I’ve reached out to a few friends with benefits who like heavy play and partying, and I’ve told them what I’m up to and when I’ll get started. My goal is basically to party hard and feel like I have a revolving door on my place so that when one guy leaves, another shows up to pick up where the previous one left off. Oh, and speaking of goals, I have a few things on my sexual bucket list I’ve yet to get around to. I’m hoping the evening will morph into an epic bender that gets me so slutty and depraved that I can tick a few accomplishments off that list. Each of the guys I’ve invited over has a reputation for being really good at doing something in particular to me, and on this bender, I want to have each of them push my limits just a little further than they think I can go. I want to become a sex-crazed super-slut. Chapter 1: Daddy First on my list is a guy who likes it when I call him “Daddy”. At this point, that’s his name as far as I’m concerned. He’s the guy who first introduced me to chemsex, and by now, our play sessions have a lovely sort of routine to them. He’ll come over late at night, get me high, fuck me off and on for hours on end, and then as the sun starts to rise, he’ll take a quick hit of poppers, breed me, and head home. The routine is fairly simple, but he’s a great fuck—one of those guys who has a moderate-sized dick but *really* knows how to use it—and he’s one of the few people I know who can stay hard when he’s high. It works great for me! I’m starting my weekend with him because he’ll get me loosened up and horny as hell, ready to take on more after he leaves. He also likes being the first to use my hole, and he doesn’t like groups, so he has to be first or nothing. And because I don’t want to miss out on a great fuck, I definitely start with him. I text him to make sure we’re set and to get the ball rolling. “Hey, Daddy. We still on for 10:30? I’m all set here and ready to be used and abused all night long.” I didn’t have to wait long for his reply. “Sounds good. I’ll be there in about an hour. Can’t wait to see my boy and get inside his tight little hole.” “And I can’t wait to feel my Daddy’s big balls slamming against my ass while you bury your dick inside me.” “That’s a good boy. You sound like you’re hungry tonight.” “Oh, I am, Daddy. I want to see how much I can take.” “Nice. I’ll come take care of you in about an hour. See you soon.” That gives me an hour to put the finishing touches on my preparations. I make sure there are plenty of sports drinks in the fridge, that my party playlist is on the speakers (chilled house music is my favorite), and that the right porn playlist is ready on the television (groups and gang bangs, mostly). I also make sure all my toys, lubes, and washcloths are clean and easy to get to. I have puppy pads and nail files at the ready for when we get into the heavier play. And we *will* get into the heavier play tonight. I need to get my hole opened wide. I’m so anxious to get my evening started that I want to have something in my ass, stretching me open just a bit, getting me used to thinking about my hole all the time. I find my standard butt plug, rub a thin film of vaseline on it, and slowly slide it into my hole. I’m way tighter than I want to be, but I’m sure Daddy will be perfectly fine with that. He’ll take it as a challenge, and he’ll break me in for the night. Butt plug in place, I make sure my outfit sends the right message. I have on a slim-fitting tank top, plus silky basketball shorts covering a comfortable jockstrap. I want to look the part of my Daddy’s boy, and I want to be ready to bend over and take him with as little fuss as possible. With only a few minutes left to go before he arrives, I sit on my couch and start playing with myself, turned on by the prospect of what’s about to happen—not that I know the details, but that’s part of the excitement. I’m also turned on knowing this is the last real erection I’m going to have for a few days once Daddy’s party favors take effect. I decide to enjoy the feeling of my engorged cock, and I lean back for a nice stroke. I don’t want to get off, but I do want to make myself feel good to sort of set the mood and get me in the right frame of mind. I enjoy a few minutes of masturbation before I hear Daddy’s car pull up the driveway. “Well,” I think, “that’s the last use I’ll get out of my dick for a while now.” I tuck my cock back into my jock as it’s already going soft. I guess it knows what’s coming. I make sure there’s a spot in the dining room for him to set down his bag and a clear space on the table to prepare things before they’re administered. Just then I hear a knock on the door, and my heart skips a beat. It knows that sound means I’m about to commit to an extended cardio workout. One I’m going to thoroughly enjoy. I head to the door and let him in. We hug and say our hellos. I walk him over to the table in the dining room as we exchange pleasantries. “Can I get you something to drink, Daddy? Want a whiskey or a martini?” “A whiskey would be lovely.” “Can I try one too?” He plays along. “Don’t tell anyone, but sure. Tonight’s gonna be a special night.” We enjoy toying around with age play every now and again, making up little fictions about me being underage, or things that Daddy and I did while I was growing up, that sort of thing. I like it because it makes me feel like what we’re doing is even dirtier than it is. It adds a layer of [banned word] to what’s already good, drug-fueled sex. Before I pour the alcohol, I fill a low ball glass with warm water and set it on the table next to the favors Daddy’s laying out on the table. He thanks me, and we both go about our tasks. I couple minutes later I return with two glasses of neat scotch. We toast and sip, and Daddy fills two needle-less syringes with water. He shakes them around a bit, then looks at me. “Ready?” he asks. “Boy, am I ever,” I say. I know the way he likes to administer, so without another word, I set down my glass and head to the living room. I get up on the couch on my knees and lean over the back of it. I’ll be back here later tonight to get fucked doggy-style, I’m sure of it. But for now, it’s less energetic and more like a ceremony. I gently lower my shorts to expose my fuzzy ass, framed by the straps of my jock. Daddy moans. “You have such a nice ass, boy. I can’t wait to get inside that thing.” “It is all yours, Daddy. I want to see how much you can open me up tonight.” “Oh, I will boy. I will. But let me give you something here to get you started.” I moan a bit and turn to face the wall, making sure I look obedient, trusting, and compliant, not skeptical or curious. Daddy can put whatever he wants into my hole, without question. “Whoops. There’s something in the way.” He means the butt plug, which I’ve been too distracted to even think about. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Daddy. Here, let me get that real quick.” I reach back, grab hold of the base of the plug, and without hesitating tug on it until the whole plug slides right out. I grunt a little as the thickest part passes my entrance, but I definitely didn’t take my time removing it. “That’s okay, boy. Daddy likes seeing that you’re preparing yourself. That’s very thoughtful. And don’t worry, you can put that plug back in once I give you this dose.” At that, I feel the syringe press against the entrance to my hole. I relax and push out a bit, helping to guide it in. Daddy slides the syringe in to the base and asks, “Ready?” “Please, Daddy. I’m ready. Turn me into your bottom bitch.” “Oh, you’re already that, my boy. This will just make sure you’re committed to being used.” “Yeah, Daddy. Please give it to me. Please bump my boy hole. Get me high and use me.” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s right, boy. You know I’m gonna use you right tonight. Starting…now.” Then I hear a squirting sound and a click as the plunger hits bottom, expelling the bump into my waiting and eager hole. Daddy says, “Let’s give that just a second, and then you can put your plug back in to make sure that all stays in, okay?” “Okay, Daddy. I just want to make you happy.” “And I just want to make my boy feel good.” “Oh, I already do, Daddy.” “Well hold on, kiddo, cuz you’re about to feel great.” Daddy pulls out the syringe, and I quickly put my butt plug back in, eager to be sure nothing has a chance to leak out. I pull up my shorts and retrieve my drink before taking a seat on the couch again. I watch as Daddy squirts in his bump, too, and then he goes back to doing stuff with his party favors, probably putting a couple things away. He gets his drink and sits next to me on the couch. We just casually chat for a while. He asks me about school, I ask him about his home-improvement projects and the latest vacation he took. After a while, he asks, “How much have you been getting laid recently, my boy?” He says this right as my hand absently moves down to my crotch to give it a squeeze, and I start playing with myself. “Not as often as I need, that’s for sure,” I say. “Aww, that’s too bad,” Daddy says. “A sexy, eager boy like you should be getting dick from all over campus.” “That’s true,” I say. “And I make sure all the guys know I’m happy to help any time they need to get off. I just think exams got in the way this time. We were all so busy, it made it hard to relax.” And with the thought of relaxing, I remove my shirt, toss it aside, and lean back in my seat. My hands go right back to my crotch, keeping my attention focused on my arousal. “Man, I haven’t gotten fucked in such a long time. I really need it bad. I have a lot of pent-up horniness that I need to get out.” The thought of letting out what was pent-up inside makes me strip off my shorts and throw them out of the way, and I spread my knees wide open, exposing my entire front side. It’s obvious now to us both that my bump has started kicking in. The excitement of that realization makes my pulse start to quicken, which of course helps circulate things through faster, and I start breathing a little heavier as my hands continue running all over my shrinking cock and balls. I touch the plug that’s still in my hole, which focuses my brain for a second. “Daddy, can I take out this plug? I want your cock in me, instead.” “That’s a good boy. Why don’t you keep it there for a little bit longer. Before you take out your plug, come over and get Daddy’s dick hard. That way I can shove it inside you once your plug is out, and you won’t sit there with an empty hole.” “Oh, good idea!” I say. I immediately stop playing with myself (because now I have a job to do), turn over onto my hands and knees, and move closer to Daddy’s crotch. I take in his clean, masculine scent. I nuzzle his massive, low-hanging balls. I wrap my hand around his cock and squeeze it gently. Then I take his dick into my mouth and begin to nurse it, willing it to grow. It doesn’t take long at all before he’s about half-hard. Apparently Daddy is pretty horny, too. “That’s a good boy,” he says. “Daddy has missed you. I’ve missed your lips, I’ve missed your ass, and I’ve missed your tight little boy hole.” He rests his hand on the back of my head. “Just a little bit more, and I think it’ll be time for me to slide inside my boy.” I grunt with enthusiasm and go to town on Daddy’s cock, trying as hard as I can to make it as hard as it can get. I show him how ready I am by deep-throating him while arching my back. Basically, I try to look like I’m in heat, because that’s more and more how I’m feeling as the bump continues to take hold. I moan while his dick is in my mouth, knowing he’ll appreciate the extra vibration. It seems to work because I feel him press his hand a bit more firmly on the back of my head. He’s getting into this. Obviously, so am I. “Good boy,” he says. “Take Daddy’s cock. Choke on it. Get it nice and wet so it’ll slide right into your tight little hole.” I do as he says, gulping all the way down to the base of his cock, looking up at him, and holding still until I can’t last a moment longer and have to come up gasping for air and wiping my face. I let the drool drip down his dick, making it a wet and slobbery mess. “Well done, my boy. My dick looks good and ready. Now show Daddy where you want me to put it.” With a burst of excitement, I hop up and resume the doggy-style position we used for my bump. After taking out the plug and setting it aside, I reach back with my hands and pry open my ass cheeks, giving him a clear view of my willing and eager hole. I start to whimper a bit out of anticipation for the feeling of Daddy’s dick entering me for the first time in weeks. I want him inside me so bad it almost hurts. “Look at that beautiful hole, just waiting to be filled,” Daddy says. “That boy hole sure looks ready to me.” I feel him place the head of his cock at the entrance to my hole. “Is my boy ready to take his Daddy’s cock?” In response, I don’t say a word, but I moan and push my body back against his waiting dick. I feel my hole straining against the pressure of his cock head, resisting the first penetration of the evening. I lean back a bit further and push my hole out to give him even better access. “That’s right, boy,” he says. “Open up for your Daddy’s cock.” Then I feel a glob of his warm spit land right where his dick presses into me. Daddy uses his cock to spread the natural lube around, then applies pressure once again to my hole. This time, I easily open up and grant him access, and he slides right in. He and I both moan as we enjoy that first feeling of penetration, knowing this is what we both want right now, and knowing this is just the start of a whole night of physical intimacy. “Oh yeah, Daddy,” I moan. “Push that big dick all the way into my tight little boy hole.” He continues applying pressure, and his cock keeps sliding in, bit by bit, until he eventually reaches the hilt. His entire raw cock is inside me, and I feel his enormous balls resting against my ass. I feel like I’m in heaven. This is exactly what I need right now. Well, sort of. I need to be filled, but I need it deep and hard and intense. Basically, I need more. I reach back, grab the back of Daddy’s legs, and pull him into me, making sure he’s buried as deep as he can get. That motion lets me take another quarter inch or so, and I moan with pleasure at my small success. “That’s right, baby. You know you want it deep. Take all of Daddy’s dick all the way inside you.” “Yeah, Daddy. I want all of it. Oh, fuck me Daddy. Please. Please pound your cock into my hole. Loosen me up and fuck that hole as hard as you want.” “Are you sure, baby? You sure you can take Daddy’s pounding?” “Yes. Yes, please. I want it. I need it. Please pound me, Daddy. Give me that big Daddy dick. Fucking use my hole.” “Okay, baby. But you tell me if it gets too rough or too uncomfortable, okay? Daddy doesn’t want to hurt you.” “Okay, Daddy. I will. But I’m sure I can take it. I just want you to use my hole so it makes you feel good. Stretch me open and fill me up, Daddy. Please.” “That’s my boy,” he says. “You know what you’re made for. You were born to take dick. Your Daddy made you to take his cock. I raised you to be a cumdump, didn’t I? I trained you to take cock and cum whenever you can get it, didn’t I? And you’ve grown up to be such a sexy, handsome, and eager bottom. You make your Daddy so proud.” Throughout all of this, Daddy has been sliding his cock in and out, fucking me deliberately, from just the head inside until he’s buried to the hilt, then back out again. And he’s been steadily picking up his pace and building up a rhythm. When he said I make him proud, he grabbed hold of my hips with both his hands. I know I’m in for a ride now, if he’s holding on like that. Sure enough, his pace and intensity quickly escalate. Soon Daddy is pounding me almost frantically, slamming his cock deep into my hole and making his big balls slap against my ass. I steady myself with the back of the couch, doing my best to hold steady so he can use me how he wants. The onslaught continues for several minutes, with each of us grunting our approval when something feels particularly good, like when I feel him go that little bit deeper than normal or when he feels me squeeze his dick just a little bit tighter when it’s buried inside me. We show our appreciation for each other without slowing down the pace. Soon, his thrusts become almost erratic, and he’s nearly pulling out with every stroke. He grunts every time he rams his cock into me, making his breath quicken. With any other guy, I would think he’s getting close. But not my Daddy. I know he’s just reaching the end of a set. A few thrusts later, and he holds still with his dick buried all the way inside me. He grunts a few times, pulsing his cock, and I milk his dick with my hole, squeezing out any precum that didn’t gush out yet. “Fuck, that’s a nice hole,” Daddy says, once he’s calmed down a bit. “Only because you made it that way,” I say. “You learn well, my boy,” he says. “Why don’t we move into the bedroom so we can get more comfortable?” “Sounds good,” I say. And a moment later, his dick slides out of my hole. I immediately reach back to finger my hole, and I moan when I feel how slick and wet it is. Daddy’s cock amazes me with how much precum it leaks. It’s like my hole gets wetter while he fucks me. That little bit of spit at the beginning is probably all we’ll need all night because his cock will keep oozing precious precum the whole time it’s inside me. Daddy sees me playing with my hole. “Looks like somebody likes how his hole feels.” I just moan in response, lost in the sensations of fingering myself. “You can’t imagine how good that hole feels to me.” “Oh, I don’t have to,” I say. “I know how good your cock feels inside my hole, and that’s all I need.” “You’re such a good boy. Now come on,” he says, gesturing for me to follow him. “You can keep playing with yourself in the bedroom. I promise. And in a few minutes, you can get more of Daddy’s cock in you, too.” I moan again and wander into the bedroom. The bump has taken hold, and I’m basically mindless, constantly thinking about feeling and filling my hole. “Here,” Daddy says, patting the bed. “Lie down beside me for a bit. I want to watch you play with yourself. I like seeing you enjoy the pleasure you bring yourself when you’re in this mood.” I lie next to him in bed, the lengths of our torsos touching. I lift my legs up and go right back to fingering my hole. “You mean this mood where I’m desperately horny?” “Oh, you aren’t desperate yet, my boy. You are pretty horny, though.” “Oh?” I frown a little, confused. “When will I get desperate?” Daddy chuckles. “Well, that depends. Do you *want* to be, or are you having enough fun as it is?” “No, I’m having fun already,” I say. “And that fuck felt great. I love being horny like this so I can focus on making you feel good, Daddy. But if I getting me even more horny would help me be even better at making you feel good, I would like that. I want to be the best bottom I can be. I want to be the bottom you deserve, Daddy.” “That’s a good boy. You always take good care of me,” he says. “But if we make you get desperate, that penis of yours that you’re fondling is going to shrink and go away. Are you okay with that?” Ironically, the thought made my dick plump up a bit. I like seeing my tiny little penis when I get high, especially because it makes it easier for me to ignore my dicklet and pay attention only to my hole. I look up with a smile. “Of course I’m okay with that, Daddy. It means I get to pay attention to your grown-up penis, instead of my useless kid-sized one. Let’s make it disappear!” Daddy chuckles. “Okay, boy, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He sits up and looks down at me right as my fingers hit a good spot around my hole, and I exhale and close my eyes. Daddy says, “You keep playing like that. I’ll be back in just a minute.” I’m lost in that mental fog masturbation can bring while I’m high, where things going on around me don’t really register because the things I’m doing to myself feel so good. I don’t really hear him leave, but I notice when he comes back in. “You look comfy,” he says. “I almost hate to interrupt.” “Are we going to make my penis disappear?” I ask. “In a minute,” he says. He walks over to the bed and stands right beside it, leaning his thighs against the mattress. But first, I want you to get Daddy’s dick hard again.” That snaps me out of my fog and calls me to attention. I immediately turn over onto my side and move so my face ends up in his crotch. I moan from the smell alone, and then I suck his cock into my mouth and basically start worshiping it with my lips. Every so often, a drop of precum leaks out, and I moan all over again, melting from the sweet taste of that nectar. “That’s it, boy. Work that precum out of your Daddy’s dick. Get me hard again and ready to slide into your hungry hole. Once I’m hard, you’ll get my cock and an extra little treat.” He’s teasing me. He knows how much I love the taste of his precum and getting booty bumped. Talking about both almost makes me beg. But there’s a penis in my mouth, so I have a job to do. I keep sucking, and Daddy’s cock keeps growing. A few minutes more, and I feel his hand on my head. “Your mouth feels amazing, boy. I think we’re both ready for more, don’t you?” I take the hint and turn around, presenting my hole to him, lining it up with his now-hard cock at the edge of the bed. I move back a bit, rubbing my ass crack against his cock. I angle my hips up and down, masturbating him with my butt. “Yeah, that hole looks ready,” he says. “Let me make this extra-good for you.” Daddy looks down at something in his hands, and I see him opening a dime bag. He tips it over slightly and taps the bottom, putting some powder directly on the head of his cock. I stay still so I don’t make him spill any. He re-seals the bag and sets it to the side. “Here you go, boy. I have a little treat for you. Now open your hole and let your Daddy in.” I reach back and pry apart my cheeks, giving him full view of my ass and easy access to my hole. “So beautiful,” he says. “Here you go boy. Take Daddy’s cock…and everything on it.” He pushes his dick past my sphincter, and I make a small grunt. He slides all the way in because I don’t offer any resistance. My hole wants him all the way inside, and the promise of another bump makes me eager to please. “There you go,” he says. “Open up for Daddy and absorb his gift.” As I moan in response, Daddy starts building up his rhythm, getting a full-speed fuck going before I even feel the burn from what he gave me. “Oh, nice,” he says. “You’re ready to really get fucked, aren’t you boy?” I don’t say anything, but I lean further down and stretch my arms forward on the bed, showing my complete release to whatever he wants to do to me. “That’s it, boy. Take Daddy’s cock.” He grabs hold of my hips and starts slamming his dick into me faster and faster. I have to reposition my arms to help brace against the pounding. After a few more minutes, he repositions me, climbing onto the bed and changing the angle of my hole. After a few minutes in that position, he lies on his side and pulls me beside him. Then he repositions one of my legs. Then he straightens up, and we’re in missionary position. While in that position, I get to watch beads of sweat build up on Daddy’s forehead and fall onto my torso as he really exerts himself. The exchange of bodily fluid turns me on, and the liquid, cooled as it falls, feels almost refreshing when it lands on me. That’s good, too, because I’m starting to sweat a ton myself because of that most recent bump. A short while later, Daddy slows down, panting, and collapses on the bed beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Daddy’s working hard and needs a bit of a break.” “Yes, you are good,” I say with a smirk. “And I like you best when you’re hard. Or working hard.” After taking a few calming breaths, I sit up. “You stay here, and I’ll go get us some drinks to help cool down.” “Thank you, my boy. I’ll just lie here for a bit.” And that’s how things went for quite a while: He would fuck me senseless in all sorts of positions, wear himself out, take a little break, then I’d get him hard again and he’d go right back to pounding my hole. I was in heaven, getting used good and fucked raw all night long. After about four or five hours of this, while he’s plowing me, he says, “I think your Daddy might be ready to give you something special. Where are your poppers?” I get excited because I know any time he asks for those, he’s ready to blow his load. And boy am I ready for it. I grab my poppers, give the bottle a shake, and hand them over to him. I need daddy’s seed, and I tell him so as he holds the bottle up to his nose. “Yeah, Daddy. Huff those poppers then breed your boy’s bare hole.” Daddy sniffs the bottle. He reseals the lid and hands it back to me. I take a quick hit from the bottle then encourage him one more time by begging. “Please charge me up, Daddy. Please.” That’s all he needs to get really worked up. He starts pummeling me, ramming my hole like it’s an anger fuck. For all the hours we’ve been fucking, this is by far his most aggressive sex of the whole night. He’s almost wild with energy and libido. His eyes close. His face grimaces. His pace quickens. “You ready? You ready, my boy? You want Daddy’s seed? Want me to give it to you?” I mumble a few “fuck yeah”s, but I doubt he even heard me. “Well here…it…comes!” And with that, he grunts so loud it’s almost a scream, and he thumps his hips against my butt four or five more times while I savor the feeling of his cock throbbing inside my hole, feeding me my first load of the night. It’s the perfect reward for the course and hours of work we both just did. Daddy grunts, pants, and sighs several times as his heart rate and breathing both try to come back to normal. Dumping the load took a ton of energy out of him, and he collapses beside me on the bed, panting and dripping with sweat. His face grows calm and sleepy as a satisfied smile spreads across mine. I’m smiling because his fresh load just jump-started my craving, and I know this party is only getting started. After a few minutes of relative quiet, Daddy starts to shuffle around a bit. He eventually lifts his head and looks at me, my face filled with a devilish grin as I slowly finger my freshly fucked hole. “Well you look like you’re up to something,” he says. “I do have an idea, yes,” I say. “What’s that? What naughtiness are you dreaming up?” “I want you to open me up. I want you to fist me. I want you to push your load deeper in and stretch out my hole. That’s my idea.” “Well look at you,” Daddy says. He pats my head and tousles my hair. “Someone’s in a piggy mood.” “Yeah, your fucking really gets me going. I’m so horny right now. And your load feels so good in my hole. I don’t want to let it go. I want to feel your fist inside me.” Daddy starts teasing me a bit, toying with the idea. He turns onto his side and props his head up to be able to see and talk to me more easily. That position also means his other hand can easily reach out, and so it does—right over to my hole. He lightly brushes my hole with his fingers. My eyes close, and I gasp, sensitive to the attention. “Oh, wow. You *are* really worked up now, aren’t you?” He smirks a bit as he applies a little pressure with his fingers flat across my hole. “Quite a bit,” I say. “Please, Daddy? Would you fist me?” “Hmmm,” he says. He balls up his hand and presses his fist flat against my hole. I accidentally let out a whimper. “You *really* need this, I can tell,” he says. I moan and pull my legs back to show him how badly I want to give him access to everything. Daddy then extends a single finger and reaches up to point at my mouth. I need no instructions at all. I open my mouth, close my eyes, and accept Daddy’s finger into my mouth. I close my lips around it and moan. I wrap my tongue around it and make it as wet as my dry mouth can get it. What I lack in saliva I make up for with enthusiasm—I make out with his finger, knowing he’s about to put it inside my hole. Daddy slowly draws his finger out from between my lips, savoring the attention and leaving me with a look of craving on my face. I look so hungry, and he knows it. Then I feel his finger at the entrance to my hole. Daddy twists it around a bit and then applies pressure. It starts gently but gets serious quickly. Daddy’s determined. He pushes a bit harder, and his fingertip slips just past my outer ring. I groan. Daddy wiggles his finger this way and that, a little in and a little out, warming me up. “Hmmm. Somebody’s pretty tight. I’m not sure you could take my fist right now.” I almost cry on the spot. I whimper and relax my hole as much as I can. I don’t push out because I don’t want his load to leak from me. “Yeah, you’re really tight,” he says. “Maybe we can do something about that.” My face lights up. He’s toying with me. Daddy’s thinking of something, and he wants to tease. I don’t pry, because I want him to take as long as he wants. Daddy should enjoy this, and I’m so desperate for something in my hole that I’ll let him do almost anything. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re ready just yet. I think you need a little help. Maybe a little powdered help.” I feel a tingle run from my cock all the way up to my face. He means a bump. Daddy wants to give me another bump to loosen up my hole. He’s seriously going to fist me, and he’s gonna get me flying first. “What if,” he continues, “I put a little bump in your hole to help you open up for me?” A smile breaks across my face. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. I’m still high off the other bumps earlier in the evening, though I can tell they’re wearing off a bit. He’s gonna get me back up again. I almost shake with excitement. “Daddy, you can do whatever you want to my hole. You know you can put anything in my hole that you think I can take. And I can definitely take another bump. And with that help, I know I can take your whole hand, easy.” He suddenly looks worried, but I can see a smirk crossing his lips. “Are you sure? I don’t want to overwhelm my boy.” “I know I can do it, Daddy. I can take another bump. Let me show you what I can take. Help me get high and loose, just for you.” Now he openly smiles back at me. “Okay, boy. But only if you’re sure.” “Oh, I am. I need your fist inside me, and soon.” “You stay right there, boy.” “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. I’m excited.” “I am, too, my boy. I want to see you open up and take Daddy’s fist. Now you stay right there. Don’t go anywhere.” With that, he gets up and disappears into the other room, where his supplies are. I start squirming with anticipation, eager to get even more spun up and stretched open. Daddy re-entered the room, dime bag in hand. “Well here we are. Think this will help?” I just moaned. “Yeah, I think so, too,” he says. “Now let’s see. You keep your legs pulled back, and I’ll do the rest.” And so I do. I keep my knees back at my ears while my hands keep making their way back to my hole. I can’t stop fingering myself. I’m already this high, and I’m about to get another bump? This is gonna be good. “Hmmm,” he says. “You’re pretty tight, and I want to make sure I can slide right in. Let’s get you a good one.” At this, I don’t even try to hide my smile. Daddy’s gonna get me seriously fucked up. Daddy tilts the bag over and taps the bottom. I watch the small piles of whitish powder fall like snow and slide down toward the bag’s edge…and Daddy’s waiting fingers. He keeps tapping as the flakes start to fall from the bag—first a dusting, then a layer, then a small pile. “There,” he says. “That should do.” My excitement leaks out as a small sound, something like a squeak. “Oh? Not enough? Does my boy think he needs more to be able to take Daddy’s whole hand up his tiny little boy hole?” Oh my god. He’s seriously pushing me hard tonight. This is gonna be an awesome ride. He taps the baggy a couple more times, and the small piles of dust on his fingers grow just a bit bigger—and so do my eyes. I want this to happen so badly. I start whimpering. “Oh, fuck Daddy. That looks so good. Please slide that inside me. Please burn my insides with that big bump. Fuck me up. Get me spun. Fist my hole. Just please, Daddy. Please put it inside me!” He chuckles at my desperation. The playfulness on his face shows me how much he’s enjoying the tease. “Alright, my boy. But just because you asked nicely. Now spread open that hole. We want to make sure it all goes in now, don’t we?” My hands, already preoccupied with my hole, are all too happy to assist. I grab my cheeks and pull them apart. Then I grab closer to my hole and spread wider. I relax my hole and pull the lips open just a bit. Then I feel a drop of cold as Daddy squirts a little bit of lube on the entrance, making sure he’s able to slide in. It’s still early enough in my adventure that I’m not yet gaping. Yet. “That’s a good boy. Now hold it open like that while Daddy slides inside.” He presses his fingertips on my hole. I press back and open wider. I feel a drop of his cum drip out of me and onto his hand. “Uh oh! Looks like someone sprung a leak. Here, let’s push that back in.” Then, Daddy pushes his fingers into me and rubs them along the inner walls of my hole, scraping my insides with the grit of the dust. With that, he commits me to a ride, and I have no clue what’s in store. I can’t wait to find out where this extra dose takes me. “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Push your cum into me, please.” I feel the dryness of the powder on his fingers within the wetness of my hole. “Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” Now that he’s administered more of the drug and knows I’m headed toward a whole day of depravity, he suddenly gets darker and nastier then he’s been before. “You’re right, my boy. I always take care of my fuck toys. I need to keep you in the right frame of mind, the right condition. And you know what that is, don’t you, my boy?” “A tweaked-out cumslut chempig?” Daddy smiles wide and says, “Good boy.” He pushes his freshly lubed fingers deeper into me, obviously making sure to spread around the powder and start loosening me up with the same movement. “And that’s just what you’ll be in a couple minutes—Daddy’s little chemwhore.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. You’ll get to watch my new high kick in while your fist is inside me.” “That’s the plan,” he says. And so our fisting session begins, with him settling into a rhythm of pushing, twisting, and stretching with his fingers, trying to loosen me up while waiting for the newly administered drug to enter my bloodstream and affect both my brain and my ass. We both know it will take a while. We aren’t going to rush anything, but I can tell Daddy doesn’t want to wait to get inside me. “Take a hit of those poppers, boy. A big, long hit.” I open the bottle and inhale slowly, once through each nostril. “Good boy. Again.” Just hearing him call me a good boy makes me melt a little, even before the poppers kicked in. Daddy must feel that, too, because he presses a little harder into my hole as I relax. Then, one right after the other, almost at the same time, the poppers hit me, Daddy’s hand pops inside me, and I feel the powder’s burn. The rush is incredible, and I lose myself in the sensations. With a single grunt, I release and relax and let Daddy take over. “Thaaaaattaboy. There you go. Now you’re opening up,” he says. “That didn’t take you very long.” He smirks at me. “Maybe you didn’t need that extra bump after all.” And then with a full smile spread across his face, he lightheartedly adds, “Oops.” “Maybe I didn’t need it, but Daddy I really want it. I want it to hit me hard. I want to get spun out like those guys I see on the videos you show me.” “The ones where the well-behaved bottoms go crazy and become animals begging to be filled?” “Yeah, Daddy. Those guys. I wanna be one of those guys.” “We’ll get you there, my boy. Just give it a few more minutes.” As we say this, his pace quickens. He’s now moving his fist back and forth inside my hole, never pulling out, just letting me feel fullness, then pressure, then fullness again. I’m moaning while I’m not talking, and my eyes stay closed so I can focus on my hole. Daddy sees how much I’m into it. “Looks like you already have a need to be filled,” he says. I just nod lazily and maybe mumble an uh-huh. And then he pulls out. It was slow, but the emptiness I now feel shocks me into opening my eyes and looking around, almost in a panic. I start to whimper again before my mind fully registers what just happened. Eventually my eyes lock on to Daddy’s. I see his playfulness. I’m sure he sees my desperation. My eyes bug out with that added intensity a good high can bring. I whimper a little more, unable to prevent it. My hands return to my hole, and I immediately resume fingering myself. Daddy almost starts laughing. Instead, he says, “Yeah, that’s the chemwhore starting to come out in you. It’s only gonna get stronger and louder from here.” He starts applying generous amounts of J-lube to his hands and up his arms. “By the time we’re through, you’re gonna shove anything you can find in your hole. Now, what did you say you wanted me to do with my load?” “Fist it deeper into me. Please, Daddy.” He smoothly slides his hand into my hungry hole. “How deep?” he asks. “As deep as you can get it, Daddy,” I reply, spreading my ass cheeks apart for emphasis. “Good boy,” he says as he pushes his hand further into my hole, starting to move past his wrist and toward his forearm. “Let’s see how deep you can open up for Daddy’s seed. You wanna make sure you’re impregnated, don’t you? You want my poz seed deep in your guts, huh?” “Oh, fuck.” My eyes bug out again, a combination of being suddenly fuller than a second ago and the first wave hitting me from my latest bump. “Holy fuck! Yeah, Daddy. Push your seed deep into my boy hole—into your hole. Into this chemmed-up fuck hole.” Daddy chuckles. “Oh, you’re not totally chemmed-up quite yet. Give it another ten minutes. But meanwhile…”—and he pushes his hand even further into me. I’m now two or three inches past his wrist. “Theeeeere you go,” he says. “You like having Daddy deep inside you, don’t you?” “Oh god, yes. Fill me up, Daddy. Your fist feels so good inside me!” He continues playing with my hole, moving different ways and watching my face as he slowly talks to me. “I’m going to have to leave soon, and you’re gonna get seriously desperate in a couple minutes. Maybe you need to call in some backup before I pull my hand out of your hole and leave you empty again.” Before he finishes the sentence, my phone is already in my hands and unlocked. I open up a chat with my friend Nick. “Partying all night. Third bump about to kick in soon. Getting fisted as I write this. Need yours in me ASAP.” Send. Done. His reply arrives even before I put my phone down: “omw.” I smile, lean back, and focus only on what Daddy is doing to my hole. He keeps going in and out, right around his thumb’s knuckle, loosening me up on the thickest part of his hand. “Oh yeah, Daddy. Stretch that hole. Make me a sloppy cumslut.” “Did you find another top?” he asks. “Yep. He’s on his way. Fifteen minutes, I think.” “Good,” Daddy says. He pushes his fist all the way in again, and my eyes light up. I swear they get bigger than my head. “Fuck. Yeah. Daddy. Push it in. Keep going. Push into me. Give me your arm.” Keeping constant pressure, he gradually slides in again, going in deeper than before. His stretching paid off. “Oh god yeah. Fuck me with your arm, Daddy.” He laughs at this. “Well some sloppy bottom is getting piggy now.” I just keep going, partly oblivious and partly wanting to show him more of my piggy side. “Fuck yeah, I am. Look at me swallowing up my Daddy’s arm. Your load must be past my second hole by now.” His smile gets larger as he presses just a bit harder and changes the shape of his fist. I gasp and say, “Holy shit!” “Okay, now my load made it to your second hole. You’ve got half of Daddy’s arm inside you. I’m so proud, my boy.” I’m proud of me, too, and I want evidence of my accomplishment. I grab my phone real quick and take a snap of how deep Daddy’s arm has gone into me. I flick my phone to video, hit record, and say, “Go ahead, Daddy. You can take out your hand. I’m ready.” “Are you sure? I think someone’s gonna need something in his hole as again as soon as I’m out. I don’t see any of your dildos here.” Without really letting his words sink in, I focused back on the video I was about to get. That’s all I care about right now. “I’ll be fine. Go ahead, Daddy.” And he goes. Slowly yet steadily, he slides his arm, then his wrist, then his thumb, the his fingers out of my hole. And that’s when the craving hits me—bad. I need to be filled, and I’m empty. Desperately empty. It must show on my face because Daddy says, “Go. Go find your big butt plug and shove it in your piggy hole. Then go online and find more dick. You’ve earned it. I’ll pack up my things while you start hunting.” Without a word, I start searching through my sex toys for an large plug. I’m almost frantic because every moment without a butt plug or Daddy’s fist is another moment I’m not doing what I was born to do—be a power bottom. Just a hole. Just a chemmed-up, tweaked-out, insatiable bareback hole. I find the big plug and grab some lube. I put a squirt or two on my hand and start slathering it all over the butt plug. I just need it inside me, and this ritual is delaying me. I do remember my place and my responsibilities, though. I shout out to the other room, “Daddy? Do you want to watch, or should I go ahead and put it in?” “Oh, I want to see this. Bring it out here and show me what your ass can do.” Not missing a beat, I pick up the plug, walk quickly into the next room, and stand right beside my Daddy. When I see that he’s stopped for a second, I put one foot up on a nearby chair, bend over to show him my butt, aim the plug at my hole, and push it in. It slides right inside, without resistance, all the way to the base, basically thumping into place. I sigh with relief and relax for the first time since daddy removed his hand. “See? Told you needed that plug.” “You’re right, Daddy. Thanks for thinking of me.” “Now it looks like your tiny little boy dick needs to be put away before it causes trouble,” he says. Daddy wants me to put my cage on. I’m sure I would have thought of that once I was alone, but again he’s showing me that he’s thinking of me. He continues, “But you can take care of that after I’m gone. I’m going to head out now. You’ve been such a good boy tonight. Thank you for giving me that hole.” “Thank you for giving me your cock, your load, and your fist,” I say. “I feel amazing.” With a chuckle, he said, “Well, that’s because of something else I gave you, too. You have fun today. I want you to tell Daddy all about it later.” We kiss briefly—an affectionate gesture for us, not a passionate one. He gently pats the base of my butt plug, which lights up my eyes, and with a chuckle, he heads out the door. I scramble to get my chastity cage on, knowing it’s only a matter of minutes before Nick arrives. I grab some vaseline, find the smallest cage base that I have, and lock my cage around my ever-shrinking little dick.
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My first attempt at writing. I hope people enjoy ______________________________________ PART 1: I'm Jason average white 33 yo man who takes our for fun football league too seriously. I've been playing on this one team for about 5 years now and we are decent enough. Our team has one gay guy on our team, His name is Jackson. Tall, hairy and firmly in the muscle bear category. All out girlfriends and wives say if he was straight he would have had every one of them, so we were kind of glad he stuck to the men. He's pretty aggressive in the field but it's well known that he is the receiver in his relationship. One day after a particularly hard loss we are trying to figure out what happened. "Jackson what the fuck happened out there, you werent stopping shit from getting past you" I yelled "I know my head wasn't in it today, I won't let it happen again" he replied looking like a wounded puppy. I calmed down at my teammates clear state of hurt. "What's up man this isn't like you?" "Brandon left me for some college twink" "OH shit. Well fuck him then. You just need to have a good night out and by this time next week you'll completely forget who Brennan was" "Brandon" "He doesn't matter, the team will take you to your favorite bar and we'll get you laid. The hottest guys won't be able to keep their hands off you" He perks up a bit at that idea "thanks guys" he finishes packing his gear and heads out. "What the fuck man" the team captain said "we aren't going to a fucking gay bar. Having him on the team is one thing but going out with him is too much" the entire team nodded in agreement. "Well if you want him playing better we have to do something" I answered, silent stares from my team, "fine, I'll do it myself" That Friday night I kissed my wife goodnight as i was going to crash a Jackson's house since it was closser to the bar. I dressed up in a black button down and jeans so I was a bit surprised when he answered his door in skin tight jeans, a wife beater with some black leather underneath. He looked me up and down for a min then said "Yeah you're going to stick out dressed like that come in I'll get you some gear" Gear? What does he mean by gear? I followed him inside to his bed room and he throws a bunch of leather on the bed and "try this on and we'll go from there" I hesitated for a min "I've seen you ass naked ever week for the last 5 years hurry up already" I turn my back to him and slowly put on his leather which fits pretty well and the smell and feel gets me hard right a way. Confused at the pleasure I'm getting I check myself out in the mirror. I'm dressed in leather pants tall leather boots and a leather vest. All black with bits of red pipping all over it. "Perfect" he exclaimed at my clearly uncomfortable face. "Let's go now" He lived about 10min walk from the bar so we walk over. We get to the bar and walk in the dark entrance. "Can I have a bag for our clothes" he asks coat check. As he straps of the wife beater and jeans. We throw that and a shirt I wore to cover up a bit while we walked over in the bag and pay to store it. I now got to see his actual outfit. It was simple. Just a harness, a jock strap and boots, all with yellow pipping similar to my red. "I usually wear rubber for what I want to do tonight but I got a last minute desire for leather" He enter the bar and I follow behind him. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of sweat. The bar proper was at the front with some seating around it and near by, at the far end of the room was a more open area with a smaller bar and some small standing tables. I think the back area might double as a dance floor on different night but tonight it just had people standing and talking or so I thought. Jackson was right, if I had worn my clothes I would have stuck out like a sore thumb everyone was wearing leather rubber or neoprene I stare at the decent size crowd and I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. We go to the bar and order drinks we spend most of the night chatting and I try to be his wing man but I think I was causing more harm than good. I thought the entire night was a bust until we came back from the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and the closer I get I notice he's wet too now. "What happened to you?" "Quik bj then the guy rewarded me with a quick golden shower" stunned I changed the subject. I didn't know how to handle all this new information about him being kinky. "I was expecting you to have invited some gay friends too to help with things I didn't know too much about" "Yeah all my gay friends were more Brandon's than mine so when he dumped me, they did too. I take it no one else from the team wanted to go to a fag bar." "Hey!!!! just because they weren't comfortable coming to a gay bar doesn't mean we use those kind of words when you aren't there" "I know. It's my word I chose because I like being a fag not because I thought you used it" "OH why would you use fag then?" "Because I am one" "Why because you're gay?" "No it's because I'm a fag" "What does that mean?" "I'll teach you over time" For the next few hours Jackson chats with some guys as I stay awkwardly by the bar. Jackson comes back to me after chatting with some buff hairy guy in a fancy hat. "I think that's it for the night, thanks for coming with me" he said. we got our clothes and started walking home "I'm just glad you had a good time, was it just the one guy in the bathroom?" "Yeah" too bad the buff guy at the end seemed interested in you" "he is, but that's a more long term thing. I told him I wanted to wait a bit longer before pursuing what he wanted" Getting to his house I go to his room to leave his leather in there. I struggle getting the tight pants off because of the alcohol but he helps me balance myself and I get them off without killing me. "Am I just on the couch?" "Nah you can have the bed ill have the couch" I lay down naked on his bed and start to doze off a bit when I feel a light touch on my thigh "Hey what are you doing" I asked "Thanking you properly for being there for me" he start to massage my thighs a bit and it feels really good so I don't protest any more. And then I feel something wet and warm on my abdomen I look down and seem him kissing and licking me. "Wow dude I'm not gay" I try to push him off me but he is bigger than me and seems less drunk than I am. "Don't worry dude, just enjoy yourself" he keeps going and brings his kisses lower and lower until he's licking my shaft it's all feeling good and I'm thinking the is the best feeling I have had in a while then he put my cock in his mouth. I have to agree with the say gay men give better head. This was possibly the best blow job I have ever had in my life I was on cloud nine but my drunk head kept going back to our conversation about him being a gmfag earlier "What did you mean earlier by teach me about being a fag" he doubled his efforts and embarrassingly quickly I finish in his mouth. In the haze of my climax and the alcohol I don't hear what he says but I feel a ring go around my softening cock and a cold piece of plastic cover it and I fall asleep as he clicks the lock closed "good night my new favorite cock" and he takes a picture.
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PART ONE My name is David and I’m an athletic 20 y/o straight guy. Correction: I thought I was!!! I used to spend my weekends hanging out with my girlfriend, but now I spend them lying in a sling getting gangbanged and getting my as filled up with loads of cum. I knew my GF since I was 9 y/o and I thought that I was in love with her, so I didn’t explore my sexuality. In one night I was converted all thanks to some white crystals. It all started a few months ago when my GF and I broke up because she was fucking another guy. To be honest… I felt relieved. Finally I could also spend time with my friends in the weekends. Not that I hardly see them; 7 years ago we started a Parkour (free-running) team after we saw some YouTube vids about it, so you could find us after classes or work at the park or by the abandoned parking garage practicing our moves and jumps. My best friend is Brian, he’s 18 y/o (nearly 19) and coincidently also the younger brother of my ex GF. Brian was a bit different than the rest. When he became 16 he started in the weekends by staying out all night, no one knew where he was. His parents grounded him but without any effect; he just sneaked out when he had the change. He always came home after a few days, so after a while his parents gave up. Around the same I also saw that he had a few tattoos on his body. My first weekend as a free man was coming up so I asked Brian if he wanted to hang out. He told me that his parents weren’t home that weekend so we could do whatever we liked. So later that evening I went over to Brian’s house. Brian opened the door shirtless. I could see that he had a lot more tattoos on his toned body than when I saw them for the first time. ‘Is your sis also home?’, I asked. ‘She’s out and probably won’t come home tonight. So don’t worry!’ he replied. We watched a movie, but I was keeping an eye on the door; I didn’t want to see her cheating face. ‘Dude, relax! Be glad that you’re a free man. Time to start living!’, said Brian. ‘You’re right! But I’m not as laid back as you!’, I replied. He asked ‘Wanna smoke some weed?’. ‘No! I tried that once and became ill’, I answered. ‘In that case… I have something else that doesn’t make you ill… and it will also help you relax’, Brian said. I wanted to say ‘No’ but Brian interrupted me: ‘What did I just said… live a bit!’. ‘Trust me!’, he added. I smiled and nodded. He came back with a burner and a glass pipe with a bowl on the end. He got a bag with a small amount of white crystals and he loaded the contents of the bag in the bowl. The he heated the bowl with the burner and took a deep hit. After 10 seconds he exhaled and said ‘Up for it?’. I nodded. Brian heated the bowl and placed the pipe at my mouth. I followed his instructions and inhaled deep and kept it in for about 10 seconds. ‘You have to take 4 more hits’ Brian said. After the fourth I could feel my body relax. I gave the pipe back to Brian and he also took 5 deep hits. A warm glow went thru my body. ‘When the heat gets to much it’s best to take of your shirt!’ Brian said. ‘Isn’t necessary I think!’, I replied. But a few minutes later I took my shirt off. ‘Shall I switch the movie to some porn?’, Brian asked. ‘Sounds good’, I replied. I felt horny as hell and started rubbing my cock thru my shorts. I saw that Brian got the pipe and took some hits, he than he handed over the pipe and I also took some hits. Brian pulled down his shorts and started to stroke his cock. ‘You don’t mind, do you?!’ he asked. I replied by doing the same. It wasn’t hard to miss that Brian’s cock was larger than my 8 inches. ‘Damn! I knew that my cock was large but yours is even bigger!’, I said. ’Just under 10 inches’, he replied. After stroking our own cocks for 20 minutes I asked for another hit. Brian replied: ‘Sorry dude, we used up the small amount I had!’. ‘Too bad! I made me feel so hot and submissive!’, I replied. ‘We can get some more!’, he said. I looked at Brian. He continued: ‘Friends of mine always have enough, so we can pick up some there. It’s only a 10 minute drive when we take your car’. ‘Don’t they mind?’, I asked. ‘No they won’t… so let’s go… the quicker we go, the quicker we’re back!’, Brian said. So I grabbed my car keys and we drove to Brian’s friends. We arrived at an apartment building. We walked inside, the doorman and Brian greeted each other. When we stepped in to the elevator Brian typed a code on the keypad and pressed the button for the penthouse floor. When we stepped out of the elevator we enter a hallway. At the end we came in a huge living room. Brian cut across towards an other hall, I followed him. We came at a door and I could here loud music and muffled voices coming from behind it. ‘Wait here!’, Brian said. He entered the room, but forgot to fully close the door. I heard moaning and other strange noises. I started to get curious and pushed the door a bit more open so I could see what was happening. I saw naked men fucking and sucking other men. I saw a young guy (18-19 y/o) laying in a sling with his wristed tied behind his back. A black guy with a huge cock walked towards the guy. He rubbed some spit on his cock and started to enter that small white ass. When young guy started to moan louder the black guy took the boys nipples between his fingers and started to pinch and pull them. The moans got louder and louder as the black cock sank deeper and deeper until his cock was fully inside the moaning guy. At that same moment the door opened and Brian and another guy stood in front of me. ‘Are you enjoying the view?’, he said. I stuttered while trying to say ‘No’. ‘Dude your dick is telling us a different story’, said the guy besides Brian. I looked down and saw that my cock was pitching a tent in my shorts and there was also a wet stain where my dick oozed pre-cum. ‘Don’t feel ashamed for liking what you see. I’m not ashamed for it either.”, said Brian. ‘Know you know what I was doing in the weekends’, he said laughing. ‘Come in… no one will bite you!’, said the other guy. I walked in and saw that the other guy was Brians older brother Chris. Chris is 25 y/o and his ripped body is covered in tattoos. His nipples are pierced and he has a huge cock with a PA piercing. Brian hands me a pipe. To calm my nerves I take several deep hits. When I give the pipe back to him I see that Brian already took of his clothes. ‘There’s only one of us overdressed’, Brian said while pulling down my shorts. Chris pulls up my shirt over my head. Brian stands in front of me and looks me deep in my eyes. His hand starts to stroke my hard cock. I become mesmerized. Our faces come closer, our lips touch and we start to kiss. I never felt like this before and I don’t want it to end. He did a step back and said: ‘You said that the Tina makes you horny and submissive. Are you willing to open yourself for new feelings and ideas? Are you willing to give yourself to me and to do whatever I say no questions asked? Do you thrust me?’. ‘YES, YES, YES’ I answered unknowing what to come. ‘Drink this’, Brian said. ‘What is it’. I asked. ‘It’s something called G… it’s to relax you… After this no questions anymore, remember?!’, Brian said. I nodded. I went to sit down and saw how the black guy was pounding the young guy in the sling harder and harder. With a loud roar he rammed his cock as deep as he could and started to shake. ‘That’s Devon and his loads are huge… Go and take a closer look!”, says Chris. I walk towards the sling and see how Devon pulls out his cock. The asshole of the young guy stays open and pulsates while slowly a stream of cum start to ooze out. ‘Your cock likes it… why don’t you put yours in so you can feel how a sloppy cum hole feels?’, says Devon. I move towards the ass and slide my cock inside. The feeling is incredible and not to explain. Brain takes place behind me, his hand goes around my waist and slides besides my cock in the ass. When it’s inside it wraps around my cock and begins to stroke my cock. The feeling of being jerked off inside some ones ass is mind-blowing. The bottom and I start moan in sync. Brian start to jerk harder and faster. I feel my cock swell up inside and with a loud roar I shoot my first load in a boys ass. Brian and I pull out and kiss. Then Brian takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. ‘I’m going to show you how you clean your ass… because I only fuck clean asses… you want to feel this cock inside you? Yes you do! Because you said you would give yourself to me!!’, Brian said with a grin. I smiled and nodded. When I was clean I could feel that I was getting woozy from the drink. Brian orders me to lay in the sling. ‘When you’re in the sling a pipe isn’t very handy… so we a better way… stick out your arm and trust me!’, said Brian. I do as asked and stick out my arm. Chris takes a shoelace and ties off my arm. Before I realize it I feel a needle in my arm and see how the contents of the syringe disappears in my vein. ‘Enjoy the trip!’, says Chris while he looses the shoelace. I feel the T shooting thru my veins which makes me cough. And while I feel myself glide into a state of pure trance I hear Chris say ‘I gave him an extra dose to make him totally brainwash him and turn him in to a toxic cum whore’. The only thing I remember is begging to get my ass filled with cock and me pleading to be turned in to a toxic cum whore. I woke up from my trance a few hours later with a sloppy cum as like the other young guy. The young guy was laying beside me. He was wearing glasses this time. I recognized him as a guy from my class. ‘The next time the dose will be normal… that way you can feel it all when you get fucked by Devon”, said the guy. ‘Did I got fucked by Devon?’, I said. ‘Yes! Brian even fisted his cum deeper inside you!’ he replied. I was in shock. ‘They filmed everything so you can watch it… so you can see what they are going to do to you next week!’, he added. ‘Don’t think that there will be a next time!’, I said. ‘Yes you will, that empty feeling in your ass will get more and more until you beg to be filled! I was converted last year and I haven’t missed a party since! Their toxic DNA is flowing in your blood now. Your one of us!” he says. ‘One of you?’, I asked. ‘Hey guys, he didn’t discover the band-aid just above his cock!’, he shouts. ‘We all got a biohazard tattoo with the text “POZ BROTHER” above it. We all have one!’, he continued. Slowly the result of my actions set in and the harder I thought about it the hornier I got. My ass started to tingle, I know now that the empty feeling only will get worser, so I asked out loud ‘Can some one please fill my ass again?’. ‘Later… we first going to show you on bigscreen what you missed! So you know what where going to do to you next time!’, said Chris laughing. TO BE CONTINUED!- 48 replies
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