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If you want to know the lead-up to the moment in this story, follow the link below. I spent the next week thinking about Scout’s dad fucking his wife’s arse, and at football training, I kind of hoped his dad would visit and give me an opportunity to ask him more about it. Scout was still his distant self, so I told myself the best option was to keep treating him the same as the rest of the team. A few weeks had passed, no Scout’s dad and no fucking except for jerking off in the showers. Life was beginning to feel a little mundane. An old mate of mine from my pro football days hit me up, and we decided to go out and have a bloody good time. We kicked things off with a few lines of Coke to get the night rolling, then chilled on the deck with a smoke, beers in hand, before hitting the town’s bars. As midnight neared, we were hopping from pub to pub, deep into the night and feeling more raucous with each drink. We finally found a spot in the CBD to hang back and gather ourselves. My mate started telling me about his thatched roof back home—his wife had just found out he'd been seeing other girls behind her back. I shared a bit of my own past with my ex. He wasn’t exactly surprised; he used to be part of the footy crew that loved a party and a bit of trouble. He even reckoned he saw me eating her out after we all gangbanged her—that time’s stuck with him. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if he might’ve been the one who leaked those pics. We made our way to Collingwood. I think we grabbed an Uber. By this stage, I was fucked up. I drank and sniffed so much coke that time became a bit of a blur. I recall queuing up with my mate, trying to compose myself. My mate was in the same state. Music is pumping in the club, and I’m wondering where the fuck I was? ‘Oi, I know you lot. Used to play for the Rabbitohs, right?’ someone in the line said. ‘Used to, mate,’ my friend muttered. ‘Just so you know, this is a gay club,’ the random bloke added. ‘Fuck me!’ My mate and I burst into laughter. ‘Where the hell have you taken me?’ I asked him. He just laughed. ‘I dunno, mate. No idea how we even ended up here,’ he replied. We reached the front of the line, and the bouncer stopped us. He knew full well that we were too intoxicated, and after the comment from the random in the line, he refused us entry. I reckon because he was concerned we might cause a scene or start a fight if something were to happen. If someone were to try to make a pass at us. ‘I think it is time we call it.’ My mate said as we stood by the side of the road. He waved a taxi down. It pulled up and hopped in the back seat. ‘I’m gonna walk home, mate. I need to sober up.’ ‘Suit yourself.’ And the taxi left. I wandered the streets, having no idea where I was or where I was going. I needed a drink. Water. Something. I walked into a convenience store and walked up to the counter. ‘Where’s the fridge, mate?’ ‘Huh?’ the bloke behind the counter grunted, scratching his head. ‘Just a bottle of water, Ta. Thought I’d grab one while I’m here.’ ‘You’re in a bloody sex shop. We’re selling dildos, not bottles of water.’ I pulled my head in and looked around. I noticed a wall full of porn movies, cabinets full of dildos and all kinds of other sex toys. I had no idea how to describe or could never have envisioned how they would work. There were a couple of mannequins dressed in jockstraps and leather harnesses, which I initially thought were people and a door near the back with pink, purple, blue, and orange strips hanging in the front, waving about in the air, blowing out from behind them. ‘I need to sit down for a moment. Can I just sit?’ ‘Yeah. Out the back.’ The guys smirked. I brushed past the colourful strips into a dark and dim hallway. There was a faint beat to the low-level music. As I drew further in, the sound was soon drowned out by moaning and humping. The air had a dense, stale smell. Almost like cigarettes and a dirty men’s bathroom, but slightly different. Slightly mixed with the smell of sex. I entered a room lit only by a large screen at the far end and sat down. I must have dozed off. I slowly came to. Woken by a strange feeling on my cock. I opened my eyelids to find a man around my age sucking on my hard cock. ‘Fuck!’ I pushed him off my cock ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ ‘Wow. Sorry mate. I thought you were enjoying it. Seemed like it. You are rock hard.’ He was right. My cock was hard. But shit. I was out of it. I didn’t realise I was even getting a blow job. And from a guy from that matter. ‘Dude. I’m not gay.’ The guy sat next to me. He seemed a little puzzled, then pointed to the screen. ‘You realise you are in a gay cruise club.’ I looked at the screen to find two masculine blokes fucking. One guy with swimsuit tan lines on his arse bent over with another muscular guy fucking him from behind. ‘Jesus! How’d I get here?’ ‘Beats me, mate. But you are here.’ Every inch of my mind was telling me to get up and leave. But for some reason, I keep looking at the screen. Watching… Admiring the good-looking guys fucking. They reminded me of the lads from the football team I coach. I moved my hand to my cock and began to massage it. For a moment, I forgot the guy sitting next to me, then he caught my eye when he pulled out some glass pipe and a lighter. I turned to watch him heat the bulb at the end and smoke from it. He noticed I was watching. ‘Want to try some?’ He said as he exhaled a white cloud from his mouth. ‘What is it?’ ‘Think of it as a pick-me-up.’ ‘What? Like cocaine?’ ‘Even better. It will get you super horny.’ I figured, why the hell not? I had been partying all night, and I was already feeling a little horny from watching what was happening on the screen. I figured it might help me relax and not be so nervous about what I was watching. I grabbed the pipe, followed the guy's lead, heated the bulb at the end, and smoked. ‘Keep breathing in. Don’t stop.’ I didn’t. It was a rush of adrenaline that hit me from head to toe. I slowly exhaled and repeated the action. ‘There you go.’ I felt an instant need to fuck. I wanted to fuck. But I wasn’t going to fuck a guy. No way. But I didn’t mind watching the gay porn playing on the screen. So, I sat back and jerked for a while. ‘Enjoy your night, mate. I’d suggest exploring the club. You might be surprised.’ He hinted at me and walked off. Interested in what he suggested, I explored deeper into the dark venue. The intense stale smell got stronger the deeper I went. I had not realised how many people were in there. Men… Only men. My mind widened to who I was noticing. First, and most present were young guys, clearly drunk or high, then there were the really old men. Wrinkly, scaly, one had his shirt off, sitting on a bench, fiddling with his tiny dick. But then I noticed clean-looking guys, one in a suit sitting in a booth and a guy on his knees sucking his cock. Guys were at different stages of undress, but what caught my attention were those wearing leather harnesses or just walking around in jockstraps. One particular guy got my attention. He was large and burly, with a big, hairy belly, leaning against the entrance to a booth, wearing boots, jeans, a thick leather belt with a heavy-looking buckle, and a leather harness crisscrossing his large, hairy chest. His eyes locked onto mine, and he lifted a cigar to his lips. As he sucked, the end lit up, giving me a little bit of light to see his long, scruffy beard, then blew out the smoke, which I caught a whiff of as I walked past him. He stayed locked on me the whole time. I could hear the sound of moaning in the distance, the ruffling of what sounded like a large group of men and a hint of a thumping noise. The moaning didn’t sound normal, almost like a drunken, painful noise. Curious, I followed it to a dark room with just a sliver of light peeking through from the gay porn playing on a large screen over the other side of the wall. I walked in. It was crowded. Guys cramped in there, all facing the same direction. I could sense the rhythm of men jerking themselves, and in the middle, a figure getting fucked. I weaved my way in closer; my eyes began to adjust to the dim light. I made my way near the middle and bumped into who the guy was fucking. I was shocked at first. I couldn’t believe what I just walked into. A guy with his face and chest planted into a low, small bench big enough for only one person, while on his knees, spread wide and arse in the air, and a guy fucking him from behind. I was frozen in my state of surprise, but shocked that my instincts weren’t that of disgust. Instead, I felt my cock throbbing in my pants. ‘I’m not gay,’ I kept telling myself. Light kept flickering through. I caught glimpses of the men in the room. Some were young, fit, but most, in fact, I reckon nearly all of them were old men. Some seem like respectable older men, like the fella I saw in the hall wearing a suit, but most look weathered and gaunt. Cocks were out, guys were jerking themselves, and they all had one thing on their mind: to watch this guy face-plant in the bench getting railed. ‘Fuck, yeah. I’m cumming.’ The guy fucking moaned out. ‘Yeah. Give him your load.’ Some said in the crowd ‘Dump in him.’ Said another, somewhere in the back. The guy fucking jittered, and his fucking shortened to quick jabs as he unloaded on the guy. He slipped out as he wiped the sweat off his brow. I couldn’t believe what I just watched. I couldn’t believe that I had a rock-hard boner in my pants from it. And just as I thought the show was over, another guy moved in behind the guy. This guy was much older with a long, solid cock, and he just pushed in balls deep and started fucking. The original guy who just unloaded his cum on the guy disappeared into the crowd. All the while, the guy being fucked, moaned and grunted. It was hard to tell whether he liked it or was in agony. This was all too much. I was peaking from what I had smoked earlier and was uncontrollably horny. I unzipped my pants, pulled them halfway down my hairy thighs and grabbed a hold of my cock and jerked away like the rest of the guys in there. The light flickered again, and I could see a glimpse of the guy with his arse in the air getting fucked with his face planted into the bench. I was surprised by how young the guy was; he couldn’t have been more than 19, with sandy blonde hair and a nice physique. Kinder reminded me of Scout. As the light flickered across his face, I noticed that he seemed semiconscious. He was kinder awake, but not. His eyes were kinder open, and from what I could see, they seemed to roll to the back of his head. ‘He took a fuck load of G.’ Some leaned in and murmured into my ear. G, that was the stuff the gang of blokes gave my ex-wife when they gangbanged her. The guy who murmured into my ear moved a little brown bottle up to his nose and took a huge sniff up each nostril. He must have noticed I was watching and offered it to me. ‘What is it?’ I whispered. ‘You’ll thank me after.’ I took the bottle and followed his lead. Instantly, the already pulsing meth in my system that had me horny as fuck, elevated to a whole new level. I felt an instant rush through my body. I was gone. My concerns about my sexuality evaporated, and I was completely hooked on what I was watching. I jerked furiously. The young man with his head planted on the bench was only centimetres away from me. I watched his body being thumped to the rhythm of the old man fucking him in the arse. Every time the light flickered on his face, my cock throbbed just a little harder. The guy next to me passed his brown bottle to me again. I took another two big sniffs up each nostril. The rush hit me again. My brain buzzed. ‘What is this?’ I whispered. ‘Poppers, mate.’ I needed to get some of it for myself. ‘Fuck yeah, boy. You’re about to get my seed.’ The guy fucking yelled out. ‘Yeah! Breed him.’ Someone in the crowd followed. ‘Get him pregnant.’ Another said. Get him pregnant? I laughed to myself. How funny. He is a boy. The guys fucking started to moan and held onto the boy’s hips tight. He was cumming. He must have had a huge load, because he was in that position for a while. He pulled out, and another stepped up and pushed his cock into the boy, who moaned. ‘Fuck. How many guys have fucked him?’ I whispered again. ‘Since I have been here. I have watched 8 guys fuck and breed him.’ ‘8 guys. What?! And he knows who these guys are?’ ‘Nah mate. He is a cumdump. He doesn’t know who is fucking him. He is only here as a hole for strangers to use and breed.’ The thought of this young boy, no more than 19 years old, completely high on G, getting fucked without any protection by strangers, while semiconscious, was too much for me, and I lost control. I jerked really fast, and I felt my orgasm rise. I moaned out loud, followed by a torrent of cum shooting all over the back of the boy’s head, the side of his face and his shoulder blades. My cumming must have set off a chain reaction. I heard another guy in the dark moan, and through the glimpse of light, I saw a large cock hovering just over the boy’s head, being jerked off and ejaculating all over the boy’s face, mixed with my load. I woke up to a hand tapping me on the shoulder. ‘Dude. It is closing time.’ My eyes sprang open. Static on the large monitor. My pants were down to my ankles, my soft, crusty cock flopped over my thigh. The guy from the counter was standing over me. ‘Clearly you had a good time.’ I must have passed out. I had no idea how long I had been slumped in the chair like this. I stumbled to my feet, pulling my pants back up and left. I showered, my mind flickering through what I watched the night before. I kept telling myself that I am no faggot, and it was the drugs that made me think and feel the way I felt. But the young lad taking dick after dick and never seeing who they were kept springing to the front of my mind, and I was raging hard. I jerked off in the shower and sprayed my load across the tiled wall. ‘Fuck’, I thought. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ I had to do something about it. Let me know what you think. And tell me what you think happens next.

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. When I was a kid and would occasionally be invited to a friend’s house for dinner, I always found it odd that the kids (me) were served a plate of food, portioned out for them, and there was an expectation they clean their plate. I always thought, “I didn’t choose how much was on the plate, but now I’m forced to eat everything anyway? I don’t like canned green beans!” Then there was the “May I have another/second helping?” permissive question. I could see additional food was available, was it being withheld for some reason? My mother was an amazing cook, and as a family, we tried to eat together 3-4 times a week. I miss those days before cell-phones and the internet… My mom would call up the stairs “DINNER TIME!” or during the summer she literally had an airhorn she would fire off front the front driveway, mostly for me, which told me I needed to come home for dinner. Within 10 minutes, we’d all be in the kitchen, grabbed our plates, and served ourselves. We’d occasionally prompt each other if something was new – “you should try this, you’ll like it” or “if you’re not gonna have the green beans, then you’re having…” It taught me to not let my eyes be bigger than my stomach, and also, to know when there was balance between food groups. Whatever lessons I learned from the different styles of having a family meal from my childhood, it meant absolutely nothing when it came to this experience. Balance? No. Personal choice? No. Idea what was next? No. Hunger for second helpings? Yes! Still and enduringly blindfolded, I hoped off the table and felt the plastic sheathing under my feet, slightly damp from piss. The majority of it had stayed on the table, but I could hear it start to drip down now that I wasn’t indenting the pad. My jock was soaked, my dick felt wet, my hole felt wet and cum filled, my hair was wet, my body was wet. I might as well have just jumped out of the shower or out of a pool – except it was all piss and cum from some unknown number of guys. Jacob held my bicep and started to lead me in to the living room towards the “drinks” area. “He looks like a fucking piss pig now!” and “He’s literally dripping piss all over his body” were my welcome messages, among others. It felt really strange (not in a bad way) to be blindfolded, not able to see, yet have everyone see you on full display. I determined that everyone was in the living room at that point, because there was literally no sound in the rest of the house. It was at this point that I determined that half of the people I thought were there had left…probably when I heard the door open and shut a couple of times. I didn’t know then if they were coming and going but it was clear they had left. I wanted to ask “can I have a water?” “how many people are here?” “did any of you fuck me? did any of you fuck me more than once?” “who gave me loads?” “is everyone that’s fucked me or pissed on me or whatever still here?” but I had not been spoken to or asked a question, so I just stood there. I couldn’t even make eye contact or exactly tell where people were… Ethan was in front of me. I only knew it was Ethan because he grabbed me on the shoulder and I could tell by the way he squeezed that it was just like he had done so when all of this had begun. He reached around the back of my head with the same hand, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so it was tilted towards the ceiling. “Open your mouth, Boy!” “Yes sir!” I complied and he started to pour water into my mouth…dumping water into my mouth was more accurate. I wasn’t choking but there was cold water flowing into my mouth and out of my mouth because I couldn’t swallow, hitting my face and running down my body. It was cool enough make me shiver and as it reached my jock, I felt my dick twitch a little bit, recoiling from the cold. Two or three guys came over to play with me while Ethan put the bottle to my lips and let me take normal sips of water. One guy was in front of me on his knees and had pulled my jockstrap down below my balls and got access to my dick. He started sucking on my piss-soaked dick while pulling on my balls. He’d occasionally reach back with his hand and finger my cummy hole, so I was continuing to get my hole worked. My hole at this point felt pretty wide open and ready for more. I hadn’t had anyone suck my dick this whole time…it had only been slapped and pulled. Having my dick sucked by this guys warm mouth felt amazing. I’m a verbal top and a verbal bottom – always have been. I wanted to tell the guy to “suck my dick” and any of the 10000000000 other things I could have said, but I held it all in. It created this tension in my body that made me want to cum. I had finished the water and Ethan had moved away. The two other guys had positioned themselves, one in front and one in back. Behind me, the guy had taken over ongoing duty fingering my hole, smacking my ass checks, spreading my hole with fingers, and with the other hand, squeezing my shoulders. The guy sucking my dick had moved closer to my body and had my dick deep in my mouth and the other guy seemed to be standing over him. He was working my nipples, would occasionally grab my dick and feed it to the dick sucking guy. This was another moment where there was so much happening it was hard to tell…the guy in the back would reach around and also grab my dick, or squeeze my nipples, my hair would get grabbed. I could hear Ethan and Jacob and Alex talking to the other guys, past where the drinks were and about 10-15 feet away. “Let’s get going then!” I heard Ethan say, now loud enough for me to understand what he was saying. I had never seen him do this before this time, but he clapped again, like he had done before – kind of like a coach in a locker room letting the players know it was time to take the field. There was new animation in the room and the guy on the ground took his dick off my mouth and the other two stepped back as well. It was clearly Jacob and Alex who were now side by side next to me, holding my arms. I realized I hadn’t known up to this point where Alex had been. I suppose he must have been in the living room the whole time. They turned me around, back towards where the table was but more in the direction of the metal tub. I remembered it from earlier but hadn’t thought of it in a while. If the theme of the night was watersports, and given EVERYTHING that we’d already done, what could be next that requires this tub? Alex lifted up my leg once we reached the trough and helped me get in. (Pigs at the Troff was, at that time, one of my favorite pornos and still is, so the fact that I was being put in a trough for the first time in my life was not lost on me). “Boy, down!” Jacob commanded and instinctually dropped to my hands and knees, then repositioned myself so that I could lower my body down to the floor. I realized immediately I could have done a better job, because my ass at this point was in facing the center of the tub, and I imagined that isn’t where it was supposed to be. My suspicion was reaffirmed. Ethan smacked my ass hard while Jacob grabbed my hair and pulled me to the left so as to spin me around. “How the fuck is anyone going to get to your hole that way?” Ethan said. My ass was now resting on the edge of the trough, facing outward. My head was nearly in the center of the trouble, like the minute hand on a clock. I had an ah-ha moment – more piss fucking was ahead! And it didn’t take long. With the EDM still playing and porno still playing and coming from multiple directions, I was now also surrounded on all sides by however many guys were left at this party. I could hear guys stroking their dicks, or someone else’s dick, someone was getting their dick sucked on my left. And then I felt something I had not ever felt before, and I don’t think I have since. At first, it felt like a spatula, but it had a softer edge and a harder middle – like a paddle but soft on the outside. The first smack of whatever the fuck it was definitely made me lunge forward a bit, and I was thankful that the Humbler was nowhere near me. Whoever was using this slapper thing was alternating between my ass cheeks, occasionally running the flat paddle between my cheeks and over my hole. It stopped briefly and then I heard Ethan say, “Now watch this.” The next smack of the paddle was not even as hard as they had been but shot through my body from head to toe. The next one the same thing. And the next and the next, increasing and decreasing in force. Regardless of how much force was used, the sensation was like when you would accidentally shock yourself on an outlet. Oh shit, is this some eSTIM thing? I didn’t know until the paddle was placed between my ass cheeks and the electricity was engaged. FUUUUUCK! I moaned and yelled so loud there was no way that someone out on the street wouldn’t have heard me. But the stimulation was so intense I wasn’t even making my normal involuntary sounds. Every noise that came out of me was punctuated “ah ah ah ah ah” as though I was getting pounded, presumably from the waves of electricity flowing through me. I must have looked like an epileptic freak show. I was nowhere near in the proper position anymore, my arms were flailing from side to side, I was about 50% sitting upright but thrashing my body from side to side, I kept reaching back only to have people pull my arms away…the paddle just kept moving up and down between my ass cheeks and over my hole, sending electricity in to my body. I felt like my body was moving at the speed of sound. After maybe thirty seconds, the paddle was removed. I fucking loved it but FUCK! I don’t think that’s something I could take a lot of. As I thought about it, my ass has more fat and my hole was pretty much worked so if this had been applied to another part of my body (like my dick, or nipples, or anywhere) I think I might have lost it. I could totally have seen myself cumming hands free had they continued. Before I could even fully get my body back into an ass up position, the piss started flowing. One guy pissing from in front me, the other from behind me and to the side. The hot piss felt amazing, and I was just enjoying the warmth after the cold water from before. I heard the pump of the big lube container, and someone was positioning themselves behind me, pulling my hips back so that my ass hung over the edge of the trough. The pissing from both sides continued for just a while longer while the guy behind me got his dick up to my hole and thrust his dick inside. None of the fucking I’d received up to this point had been gentle, or slow, and all of the guys had a certain love for really ramming their dicks in hard from the start. Having had all the dick I had at this point, it was much easier to take but still made me gasp as he got his dick all the way inside me. Without the gag, I was making a ton more moaning and growling noises, and completely in a sex haze, moaned out loud and in a commanding way, “Oh, fuck my hole deep with you dick! Breed my hole!” I knew instantly I had broken one of my commands and hoped that no one would care, but Ethan and Jacob both responded within seconds and Alex stepped in to the trough near my head. Ethan used the paddle to smack my ass several times and Jacob did the same on the other side of my ass with his hand. These were punishments that would leave a red mark, and it stung, even while the guy behind me continued to have his dick buried in me. Alex at the same time smacked me across my face, pulled my hair and in a way I hadn’t heard him talk up to this point, said, “You don’t fucking talk unless we talk to you. You don’t fucking speak, unless we ask you to. You understand Boy?” He put his hand over my mouth and squeezed his hand on both of my cheeks to make my mouth open, then shoved his dick in my mouth. “If you fuck up again, the next thing gagging you is not going to be enjoyable!” The guy fucking me had started fucking for real while all of this was happening and clearly was turned on by it because only about 30 seconds after, he started to grunt, “I’m gonna shoot a load in him! I’m gonna fucking cum!” And he loaded me up with a big load, I could feel it. There’s no way this could have been his second of the night, because as soon as he stopped shooting, he pulled out and I could feel cum still coming out of his dick. “I’m tapping in, man!” said another guy and he quickly replaced the dick that had just filled me full of jizz. “Oh fuck man – this hole. What a fucking slut!” He didn’t just thrust in deep but started rapid fucking me from the jump. He was breathing heavy at first but then someone put a dick in his mouth, so he was making slobbering noises on some dick while he was fucking my hole. Another stream of piss started flowing all over my back, moved up to my neck and hair, then down to my lower back. The trough at this point was meaningless as my ass was hanging over the edge, but the guy kept pissing. “Man, this pussy is so slick and wet and loose…” and the guy on the other side of the dude fucking me then started pissing on me, while I continued to get my hole pounded. The guy fucking me shoved in really deep, making me grown wildly, piss splashing on my body, held there for a second and then in ten very fast strokes after said “Take my load you fucking piss pig! Take that fucking load.” And he buried his dick in me and shot his load, the other guy almost simultaneously finishing his piss shower on my body. “DAMN! I could fuck shit like this every day! Nasty piss pig! You like that Boy?” I had been grunting and moaning so much I didn’t even realize he was talking to me. He smacked my ass, still inside of me. “I asked you a fucking question. Did you like that Boy!” “OH MY GOD, fuck yes sir! The loads and the piss and fucking …. Fuck! It feels so good!” I was nearly incoherent. This was another moment where the blindfold really amplified the experience – I didn’t really have a sense of being on the ground, I kind of felt like I was floating my body didn’t feel like it was completely in physical form… “Thank you, sir. I feel fucking great.” The guy pulled out of my hole and at this point, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop cum from flowing out with his dick. My hole was still keeping most of it in, but I could tell my hole was covered on the outside. “Let me get at that!” and very quickly after the last guy had pulled out, I had another dick in me. He took almost no time to come at all and I’m pretty sure it was the same guy who had just pissed on me. There’s something hot about these types of group situations where, as time goes by, everyone gets so jacked up and horny that when they finally get in, they just can’t wait to shoot! He was not wanting to wait. He also fucked me fast, alternating between a lot of shallow thrusts and occasionally pushing in deeper. No more than 30 seconds later he shot his load in me and stayed still for about another 30 while he too gave me what felt like a giant load. He pulled out and said something along the lines of “I know you’ll enjoy that one! Good job Boy!” I heard some action over at the drinks station and just lay there coated with piss, cum-filled hole, cum-sloppy hole on the outside. I didn’t have a clue if that was it, who was still there, or whether I should move, so I just stayed still. I heard someone to my right exhale and then felt another strong stream of piss hit my body and move up to my head. “Move forward Boy and get in the middle more.” I did that. He pissed all over my body, targeted my hole, and kept pissing, finally relieving himself. The guys were all away from the trough it seemed at this point – drinking water or cocktails or whatever, and I just stayed there on my knees, body lowered down, my head on my hands. Ethan, talking to the group said, “Good?” and a combination of “Yeah, man” “Fuck yeah” and “For sure!” were the responses. “If any of you wanna rinse off really quick, the bathroom is through the kitchen. Towels are on the counter.” I heard one or two people proceed that way. The remainder (and it was still very unclear to me how many there were) seemed to go to the other side of the living room. I heard what sounded like a belt buckle, and just other sounds of people getting dressed. “Thanks for coming!” coinciding with what sounded like a high five, and I heard two or three people move past me, towards the door. “Nice job Boy! That was fucking hot!” one said. And the door opened and they left. Ethan grabbed my shoulders in his signature way and told me to sit up. He tossed a towel over my shoulder. “How you doing, Boy? You feeling good?” “Is it over? I feel amazing! I am…….I am….I dunno. That was fucking hot! I…” “Shhhhhh! Enjoy it. You made us proud. You did good, Boy!” Jacob and Alex were there, their hands on my body in various places. This time, it wasn’t dominant touching, but stabilizing. They were holding me in place, helping me re-establish my footing reassuring me, and even thanking or congratulating me. The guys from the bathroom were back, dressed fairly quickly, and while moving past me stopped to say to Ethan, Jacob and Alex, “That was hot! So good! Thanks for having us! Let us know if there’s other stuff going down.” “Will do, thanks for coming,” said Ethan. Jacob chimed in “Yeah, you guys were great!” I didn’t know how these two guys were different than the others – I’d have to think about that – but I did get the sense that they were a couple. One of the guys turned towards me, based on the sound of his voice, and said “Boy, you put in the work! You’re a hot fuck and a good nasty pig! Hope we see you again!” “Thank you, sir!” The door opened, they walked out. It was just me and the Doms. Jacob had his hand around my waist and Alex had his hand on my upper back. Ethan was standing in front of me. “Alright, Boy! You wanna take a shower and get ready to relax?” “Yes sir, and sir, can I ask for something else?” “Sure” “Could I get some more water and maybe something to eat after I shower? I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m a bit hungry now that I’m now getting filled, sir!” “We’re way ahead of you! Go clean up.” Before going to the bathroom, Jacob and I stopped in the kitchen and sat at the table. He set a turkey sandwich directly on the table, a yogurt, and a bottle of water. “Eat this!” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the sandwich. They were not giving me any rewards via the food. Ethan loved really good food, and so the fact that I had eaten unseasoned chicken and rice out of a bowl earlier, and was now served a dry turkey sandwich, a plain yogurt, and a warm bottle of water seemed like a deliverable show of power and control. I ate it quickly, mostly because I was hungry and because there was nothing worth savoring. “Let’s go!” Jacob grabbed me by my arm and led me across the kitchen to the bathroom. He shut the door. Immediately, he reached around the back of my head and unfastened the blindfolded, removed it, and tossed it on the counter. I had only briefly, vaguely seen Jacob in my peripheral vision when Ethan had taken off my blindfold in the kitchen. At that time, I was barely able to see to see his mouth and his grin. I had no idea what his hair color was, what his body looked like…anything…until this moment. Up until this point he was someone I had smelled, touched and felt inside me but still a somewhat imaginary figure in my brain. The blindfold came off and he was standing right in front of me, smiling, one of his hands resting on my shoulder. He was many ways like Ethan – he had this kindness and compassion that just sort of flowed from his eyes and his smile and his body language. It was what I felt he had been all along, even in the most intense moments of the last many hours of this day. “I’m not supposed to do this, but I’m going to…” and he leaned in and kissed me, and we made out intensely for about a minute before he pulled himself back. “Ethan told you about the punishments and I wanted to show you the reward. You were a champ, J.” It was the first time I had been referred to as something other than Boy. It was the first time I was able to see in a long time. And it felt like true connection – much like I had felt with Ethan, Jacob and Alex from the beginning. But in that moment, it deepened. Not just with Jacob but with Ethan and Alex as well. (NOTE: I don’t recall if I teared up in that moment, but flash forward to writing this, I had tears flowing…) Jacob kept smiling then got down to remove jock, cockring, and ball stretcher. He pulled the harness off over my head. He walked to the shower and turned on the water. “Take your time. We’re just going to chill in the living room for the rest of the night. But you’re back in Boy mode the minute I come back, okay?” He seemed to acknowledge that we had a moment that wasn’t quite in the script. “Yes, sir.” “And don’t worry, Ethan wasn’t kidding, you’ll be seeing this jockstrap again.” He shut the door and I got into the shower. I stood there for a bit and bizarrely wished I had been blindfolded. It was as though seeing everything around me – the walls, the sink, the glass, the toilet – was distracting me from what I was feeling at that moment. Being able to see was actually more disorienting than being blindfolded. It felt like a shift from the last time I had been able to see without the blindfold, where I was still searching for clues and visuals to orient me. Now, I was hoping my vision would be blocked so I could see clearly again. I felt so many things and couldn’t really name it – energized and tired, overwhelmed and calm, horny and serene (my dick was literally throbbing at this point), excited, curious, filled with anticipation… And I felt this other thing…which I would never have expected to have felt…given what had just happened and how it had happened…but I felt loved, appreciated and worthy. And I felt safe. And I felt honored and respected. I finished showering and Jacob came back in almost immediately with some clothes. I was toweling off and he grabbed the towel and wiped down my back. He gave me some loose-fitting pajama pants and a white wifebeater and some socks. “I’m just warning you – you’re gonna have plenty of rest and sleep every day, Boy, but this is probably the most comfortable it will be tonight.” He put some toothpaste and a toothbrush down on the counter. “Brush your teeth, Boy. I’ll wait!” “Yes sir!” He had switched back in to Alpha Dom. I brushed my teeth and he then put a new blindfold on me. It was soft and very comfortable, like a sleeping mask but more “BDSM” flavor. “Time to relax before your bedtime, Boy!” We walked back to the living room and Jacob stopped me directly in front of where Ethan and Alex were standing. I was guessing we were in the couch area. They all gave me shoulder squeezes, rubbed me in various places, softly on my dick. It was so relaxing compared to everything else. “You really did great today, Boy! There’s a lot more to come! Jacob and I are gonna hang here with you here for a bit, Alex has to go home, and then you get a reward tonight for doing so well...you get to sleep on the couch!” I could feel myself relax and getting sleepy already. I wondered, if my reward was sleeping on the couch, then...where else would I sleep? The Cage? “Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir, Alex, sir.” Alex patted me on the head a few times. “Sleep well, you’re gonna need it!” Alex left the house, presumably to go home. Ethan and Jacob guided me to the center of the couch and there was a pillow partially on Jacob’s lap where my head would go, and Ethan grabbed my legs and put them across his. They spread the same blanket over me as earlier. It felt like Jacob and Ethan had similar pajama pants on as well as wifebeaters. It all felt very…calm, casual, cozy, comfortable. Some show started playing on TV, I couldn’t really tell what it was. Jacob was running his fingers through my hair, rubbing my head and occasionally squeezing my earlobe or running his finger around the edge of my ear and lips. Ethan was massaging and squeezing my feet with his identifiable firm touch occasionally, moving his hand all the way up my leg while Jacob moved his hand all the way down to meet Ethan’s. It was completely different than the energy of the past many hours, and yet the connection that I felt two the two of them specifically felt the same. We didn’t talk about the day. It was too fresh and I think everyone was tired. “Good night, Boy!” “Good night, Sir. Good night, sir!” I lay there and fell asleep fast. I don’t remember either of them getting up or leaving the couch or how long they stayed there with me. I slept so deeply and don’t recall the dreams I had that night, but I do remember having very vivid dreams. Day one was over. The next morning... I heard a car door shut out on the street in the front of the house, perhaps in the neighbor’s driveway. I woke up and opened my eyes, only to realize I was still blindfolded. I was a bit dazed, wondering where I was, a bit in disbelief that the last day had happened. I could hear someone in the kitchen and I could smell…something breakfast-like cooking. Toast and sausage maybe? I heard Ethan, “Boy, you can take your blindfold off for a minute. There is water and a note for you to read on the table. Drink the water. And then do what the note says, Boy! Don’t try to look around, I’m watching. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” I removed the blindfold, and on the table was a bottle of water, and a piece of paper folded in half. On the outside it said “Boy.” I drank the bottle of water quickly. I’d had one before bed too, but was still thirsty and also really needed to pee. I finished the water, then picked up the note. “Clothes off. Blindfold on. Go to bathroom. Shut door. Blindfold off. Jockstrap on. Inside shower. Boy, down!” There wasn’t a single humanizing word to be found. I did was told, and after stumbling to find my way to the bathroom, shut the door. The jockstrap from yesterday was on the counter. It was still just a little bit damp. I followed directions, got in the shower, got in to position and the door opened and I could already tell it was Ethan and Jacob. “Are you ready for Day 2, Boy?” “I am so fucking ready, sir! Let’s fucking go!”

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. Have you ever been in a situation where you felt just a rush of “acceptance” and began to embrace the reality of things happening around you? As an example, I hate waiting in lines, especially if they are progressing inefficiently and I can see the bottlenecks. You’ll never hear me bitch more, verbally redesigning the workflow to those with me, trying my hardest just not to jump in and go fix it. Eventually I realize there’s nothing I can do and I have this moment of “radical acceptance.” This is how it is, this is how it’s going to be, and I should just let go. That analogy is not great, because in this case, I was having a great time…but I was still figuring out how to get the line moving as quickly as possible. I do remember at that moment have that feeling of “radical acceptance” – I relaxed on to the padded table, relaxed my legs and spread them as much as possible, and just waited eagerly. I could hear people making more drinks and a couple of people nearby stroking their dicks. I think it was Jacob next to me rubbing my chest, rubbing my dick through my wet jock, pulling it aside and stroking my dick, pulling on my balls. I wasn’t used to not having a gag in my mouth and I still didn’t know if I was allowed to speak, so I moaned and breathed fast while my body got worked. Afterall, Ethan had told me not to speak unless spoken to or asked a question. I desperately wanted to say “this is fucking amazing, I want more dick, I want more piss...I feel so fucking good.” But I didn’t. Jacob stopped with his rubdown and said “You good boy?” I responded enthusiastic and happy, “Fuck yes, sir.” Jacob walked in to the living room to where the sounds were coming from, nearby where I imagined the drinks were stationed. I sort of zoned out while I laid there. At this point in my life, age 31, I had been in plenty of group situations, several times in a sling or on a fuck bench, several times blindfolded bent over my own bed. There is a certain feeling you get when in those positions which is often overwhelmed by your excitement, horniness, and anticipation. I’d love to call it simply feeling “vulnerable” – but that’s not exactly it. You just feel…exposed. And not in a bad way, just exposed. I was certainly physically “exposed” at this point, but I didn’t feel anything one way or the other about that fact. I felt hungry and excited and like I was in a comfortable state. Outside looking in, I’d have thought I’d feel the opposite, especially since I had no idea who was around me, who was using my holes, who was looking at me and touching me. Only one of the times when I got fucked in the bathhouse was I also restrained and blindfolded, and I do remember having some apprehension then…not now! Two of the guys who were in the room with me stroking their dicks had walked over to me and got on either side of the table and my body and began giving me a similar strong, deep tissue rub down of my chest. It’s amazing how difficult it is once your senses are super amped and your blindfolded to know who’s hands whose. I could mostly tell whether it was the guy on the right or the left but at a certain point it all just felt like raw sexual touching. One of the guys started to run his fingers through my hair and grabbed different sections of my hair and pulled on it, twisting my head around slightly each time. He ran his hand down over my face, and shoved two fingers in my mouth, past my closed lips. I could taste, again, the piss that had been soaking my hair. He wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed slightly. His other hand pinched my nipple at varying levels of intensity, pulling on it sharply on occasion. At the same as the first guy, the other guy had reached around to the back of my ass and was also playing with my dick and balls, which Jacob had left free by pulling my jock to the side. He had one hand roughly stroking my dick and occasionally switching to pulling my balls, while he started fingering my hole. My hole was plenty lubricated at this point, with piss and cum, and obviously had been opened up quite a bit, so he started with two fingers and quickly had three in there. It occurred to me at this point that I had no clue whether either of these guys had been involved with what had just happened in the Cage. Were either of them involved before, coming back for more? Were they two new people? I had no idea. Neither of the dudes who had pissed in the urinal had cum to the best of knowledge, so maybe they were ready to now. “You gonna fuck him?” asked the other guy, still working my nipples and rubbing me. “Cuz I’m gonna get my dick in his mouth! You should breed his ass!” “Is there any lube over there?” I had no idea where “over there” was, but I imagined there was some by each of the various play areas but didn’t know. “Hey man” the guy said towards the area where the drinks were. “Do you know where there’s lube?” “I think in the kitchen, I’ll grab it.” said an unknown voice. He walked by me and the two guys and said “Is it time to use the Boy again?” and laughed walking into the kitchen. From the drinks area another guy said, “wait, does anyone have to piss?” and you could almost here everybody have the realization that this was totally an option. Even when you’re super in to watersports and even though this was a party focused on that, it isn’t necessarily often that you get to piss all over a bottom and lube them up. It was just a combination of “oh yeah” and “uh huh” type recognition that they could actually do that without any issue or worry. “I could go.” Said yet another new voice. I heard many of the guys start to walk over to where I was and I realized then how much quieter it was than before. The guy fingering my hole had gotten more aggressive and quicker with his thrusting in to my hole. While this happened, the guy standing near my head pulled my body towards him a bit, as much as he could give my legs were attached to the metal poles. It was enough movement that he was able to slap his dick on my face a few times. The height of the table seemed perfect – his dick was directly in front of my face when my head was turned towards it. “Open your mouth Boy and suck my dick!” “Yes sir” I responded, the first thing I had said out loud. I still did not know if I was supposed to be speaking or telling the guys how good they felt or still was meant to simply stay silent. I opened my mouth and he wiped his dick across my face and then pushed it slowly in to my mouth and I began to give him head while he pushed and pulled out repeatedly. “I wonder which hole is going to feel better. So far, this one is pretty nice!” he said while I was still getting fingered. The other guy said back, “I dunno, it’s pretty nice back here as well. I’ll tell you in a second.” Presumably the guy who said he could piss had moved close to the table, because he then said, “You want some more piss on you Boy? Fuck it, I don’t give a shit, here comes!” I attempted to say “Give it to me sir” but with a dick in my mouth I only was able to slightly pull my head back and grunt again. He started by hitting me direct on the side of my face, and it rolled down on to the guys dick I was suck and he quickly moved down my body and to my dick and balls. He stayed there and as the other guy kept finger me and the piss naturally ran down and over my hole and the guys fingers. “That’s fucking amazing. So hot!” said one the audience guys followed by the guy with his dick in my mouth saying “Give me a little more up here!” The guys piss stopped and he rubbed my body and pinched my nipples, stroked my dick and said, “You’re by fucking piss pig Boy. I’ll be ready to do that again soon.” I could hear him walk to get more drink. He was serious, he was getting his fluids in so he could go again. The way the pad on the table sank with my body on it meant that all the piss that had been sprayed on me I was now laying in it, and any movement of my body made both a slight squeaking and sloshing sound… I could feel the wet around my body. I kept sucking on the guys dick while the other guy removed his fingers from my ass and said “I think we’re ready to see the Boy get fucked again!” “Yeah, it’s fucking time! Get inside that hole!” I heard the squeeze from a bottle of lube and the guy by my hole stroke his dick a few times. It didn’t sound like he needed any time to get hard…and I was right. He spent about a half a second getting his dick placed by the center of my hole and pushed in fast and hard and when all the way in…after one fast thrust…he seemed to push up a bit with his dick and just stayed there. I rolled my mouth of the guys dick briefly only to howl like a dog in heat, and the guy inside me did a lower guttural load moan continuing to push and keep his dick inside my hole. I had never been on whatever this sex furniture was, but it was different than a sling. Unlike a sling which moves back and forth, front and back, the table was rock solid stable and not moving, like a fuck bench. The only movement that could happen would be me shuffling my body back slightly, but my legs were still restrained. I had tried to pull back just a bit while he stayed buried in my hole. My head was then turned back towards the guys dick. “You want another dick in your mouth, Boy?” Holy shit. At some point when I turned away from the guy to moan, the first guy had left and was already replaced by another. “Yes…….sir…….please.” I was panting a little bit because the dick in my ass was still deep inside of me and it was large enough that I had gotten worked up and was breathing fast. “Man, get your dick in there, shut this Boy up so I can fuck him!” With one dick in my ass buried, I opened my mouth and now had one in my mouth. The guy in my mouth was not as gentle as the first guy, pumping in and out of my mouth over and over, his dick long enough that if he went all the way in I definitely gagged and chocked. He did this multiple times, and I could hear the familiar sounds of someone getting face fucked. Someone was me, Boy. He continued to grab the longer hair on the back top of my head and pull me towards him. “Yeah, fuck his hole!” the guy said to the guy inside me, who had begun moments ago pulling back and thrusting in to me. My hole at this point was still wrapped around the dick in hole but was even more relaxed. At the same time, it felt incredibly sensitive. The fucking continued and the guy had a great rhythm – hard and fast but not too fast, and he’d change things up occasionally with his direction. My hole was getting bred. I think the other guy who had been in the room had now come to the side of the table and like before started to play the rest of my body, but in a slightly different way. He replaced the one guys hand on the back of my head and pulled on my hair while pushing my head on to the guys dick further. His other hand started pulling on my dick, and not gently. He’d occasionally grab my balls and pull them up, I assume so he could see my hole get fucked. “That looks like a fucking nice hole!” “It is really fucking hot man. You gotta fuck it!” “Oh, I will!” Ethan was suddenly present. He seemed to be walking in from the kitchen. “Boy, you got three pigs working you over like a good cum and piss pig. I bet you feel really good like that.” I tried to pull off of the guys dick to say something but I was being face fucked and the guy was not slowing up. Nor was the guy fucking my ass. Jacob was also suddenly in the room, or so it felt. I wasn’t sure if he’d been there the whole time. He had been there the whole time in the kitchen. Had he watched all of this and just stayed silent? “Boy, it was fun enough fucking you by ourselves, but watching you get worked by all this dick…damn! You’re getting worked, Boy!” The guy in my mouth kept going and my jaw needed a break, but none seemed to be coming. I was wrong. He thrust a few more times – my ass still getting fucked – and the guy groaned and I could feel him cum in my mouth. One, two, three shots of sperm…it wasn’t the biggest load, but it was more than average. He pulled his dick out after a few minutes and before I even had a chance to swallow, his hand was by my face. “Spit it out.” I hadn’t even had a moment to try to swallow or do anything. I couldn’t even really think of how to spit cuz I was still getting fucked hard and having my dick pulled on. I managed to collect his jizz in my mouth and spit it on to his hand. He wiped my cheek where some had dribbled down. He moved away and towards where my hole was getting fucked… “Pull his balls back” he said to the guy stroking my dick, the “Pull out a but so I can get some on your dick for you to fuck in him.” Both of them did exactly that. “They did say we should try to get as many loads in his hole as possible. Now I’ll have my cum in both! You like that, Boy?” It was a question, I could respond, “Oh fuck yeah, have him fuck your load into me, sir!” He reached between my legs, and the tips of his finger touched the top of my hole and the guys dick, right at the entry inside of me. He rubbed some of his load on my hole and I’m guessing dripped some on the guy’s dick. I could feel his hand wrap around the dick in my ass because it rubbed against my hole also. Jacob and Ethan seemed to have positioned themselves for a better view. “Oh yeah, Boy is a cum and piss slut. That’s fucking hot!” “Jesus Christ, the Boy is so fucking hot! He needs more, I think. Don’t ya Boy.” “Please sir. Use me. I want more please, sir.” The guy had removed his hand, and my balls had been dropped back in to place, my nipples and dick being worked again. As the guy began to fuck my ass, there was another person by the side of my head, who told me to “get my dick hard because I’m next Boy.” He started slow fucking my face as the pounding of my hole got harder. With his dick and my hole covered in the other guys cum, the guy fucking my ass seemed to be even harder than before and was not holding back on fucking my ass. Meanwhile, I was working hard to keep sucking the dick in my mouth. It wasn’t as long, but it was fat! “Fuck his hole, give him another load!” My hole was so hungry for his load and like he had done at the start, without any notice, drove his dick all the way in and shit his load in me, growling while he came in my ass. “Fuck yeah dude, you shoot a big load up there.” The guy inside me just kept panting and growling, “Yeah, he’s my fucking Boy, my pig!” I was still filled up with this fatty dick when the guy fucking me pulled out almost all the way fast, causing me to almost bite down on the dick in my mouth. He stopped just shy of pulling out. “Hold on those loads!” He popped out at the same time the guy in my mouth pulled out. “Get in there, man!” The fat dick was already touching my hole, and he was in me in under 15 seconds from the last guy. “I’m going to give you my thick fat giant load, Boy.” “Yes, sir, please sir……please!” He was inside me for less than 45 seconds, his dick so fat that I could really feel it inside of me. He began to shoot his load, groaning and growling “take my load, take that fucking load.” I was a bit overwhelmed at this point, but I could tell he shot a big load…you can just feel it sometimes. “Thank you, sir, thank you! Thank you for that hot fucking load!” The guy to my side pulled back my balls again while the fat dick pulled out and Ethan voiced his approval, “that is exactly what we wanted, the Boy loaded up, covered in pissed, wrecked.” The guy released my balls, slapped my dick and backed away. Jacob gave the next set of directions… “Guys, let’s get some drinks and then we’re on to round three. We’ll get the Boy some water too.” “Thank you, sir!” I said. Despite all the piss, I was sweating a ton and needed a drink. Jacob replied, “Boy, you’ll be pissing at some point too, so we need you hydrated.” Ethan had been detaching the restraints, and I was able to sit up, still seated on the bed. I could hear the others where the drinks were. “Did you enjoy that Boy? Do you enjoy getting used by all those guys? Do you want more?” “I loved it sir, I felt so good, I feel so good, I want to get used all the time like that, sir!” “Good boy, I’m glad. Let’s get you some water.” I tried to make a mental tally of how many people had done something with me at that point. There were the four from the kitchen, there were two that had cum in me on the table, one that had pissed on me. One that had stroked my dick. But I didn’t know if any of those were the same people though, but if they were all different, that was eight people. If there were twenty people there, did I really have more than half left? Whoa! Yeah, I needed some water. I paused for a second. “I didn’t answer one of your questions, sir.” “Oh?” “I never want it to end. I want MUCH MUCH MUCH more!”

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. Author's Note #3: This was written specifically regarding the writing of this and the next chapter, which was originally one chapter. I learned a valuable lesson and had to rewrite the whole thing. I was still blind so appreciated the assistance navigating to wherever we were headed. I had a brief thought that I was probably going to be pretty good at navigating myself by tomorrow. With the two TVs on, you got a sense of where the walls were by the way the sound reverberated, almost like you could feel the sound bouncing of the walls where there was one, but not where there was an opening like a door. This new confidence would soon face a test, but I'll get to that. "I know you got a brief idea of the layout of this house, but we've had to move a lot around for tonight. We're gonna walk you through the rooms and describe what has happened, but you'll need to do what you've been doing and navigate using your other senses. You understand, Boy?" I grunted. "I'll take that as a 'yes, sir'." We stood in the kitchen: “There is now a plastic tray with a raised rim underneath your house. The rim is about 2 inches tall. The tray extends out from all sides of the cage by about 1 foot. It's in the same general location. The kitchen table is against the wall in the corner of the kitchen dining room. The chairs are all against the wall. " We were standing approximately where I thought the kitchen island would be and I slowly swung my arms around to see if I could find it and I couldn’t. Ethan caught on quickly. “Are you looking for the island?” I grunted yes. The island is now blocking the path from the living room to the kitchen. So, the only path from the living room to the kitchen is through the dining room. I shook my head yes. For about five minutes I slowly and cautiously walked around the kitchen. I found the Cage, my house, and felt the plastic tray they were talking about. I ran my hands over the top of the cage and touched something that wasn’t on the cage before. The square “bucket” like thing I had seen previously in the trunk was now attached somehow to the cage, on one side. From the bottom of that ran a piece of flexible plastic tubing, but I could not find the end of that tubing. This could only be for one thing – filling me up with piss and using me as a urinal. One way or the other, I was going to be a toilet pig at some point tonight. I didn’t think there was anything unusual about the area by the door on the other side, until I felt another small table which had an array of different plugs and toys on it, ranging in size. I was going to get my hole fucked and opened with toys – and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t going to be easy. I found the dining nook in the kitchen and could tell where the table and chairs were. I put my hand on the counter where the sink was and walked until I found the door to the backyard. If they had spun me around several times, it might take me a second to orient myself, but I had a good sense of where things were. We left the kitchen and walked to the dining room. I could tell already the table had been moved and I could hear and feel the plastic sheathing under my feet. It was then that I found the item I heard being put together. I would not describe it as a fuck bench…it was more like a padded table slightly largely than my upper body. There were two upright metal poles on each corner on one side of the table. They felt like the stands you see at hospitals that they hang IV bags from. The height gave me a good indication I’d get fucked on this, because the top of the table was about the average height of where a dick would be on a guy. But it was not a fuck bench. We walked past the front door and into the living room. “Boy, kneel!” they commanded and I dropped to me knees like I was trained. Someone grabbed some of my hair and pulled me forward and I continued to walk on my knees forward until I felt them hit something metal. I reached out my hands to touch it. It was a circular or rounded metal tub of some sort. It had a bottom, and the sides were like a foot high. I figured out what it was – it was one of those watering troughs that you see at forms. I could tell from feeling of the galvanized metal. “Boy, you feel all the plastic on the ground. Did you feel it on the furniture too?” I tried again to grunt out a yes with no success. “That’s so everyone can have a really good time and not worry about all the fluids you’re about to experience all over and inside your body. And there is going to be a lot. If you feel like you need to piss, you’ll never be somewhere that you can’t just piss right where you’re at. Me and Jacob and Alex will make sure everything is fine otherwise, so just relax. You’re going to need to.” I randomly growled and in an excited, overwhelmed and completely energized and horned up way. Animalistic and raw, I wanted everything now, and my body was just pulsing and vibrating. I now had a raging erection and the tightness of the ball stretcher and cockring felt so good but so overwhelming. My dick felt harder than it had ever felt before and the constraints were making it feel even more intense. “Boy, there’s one more play space out in the backyard. It’s all set up but we’ll see if we get there depending on the weather. It’s nothing you’re not familiar with.” I started to be overtaken by the feelings and sensations I was experiencing, all within my own body, with no one touching me. My “grunts” of approval were becoming wilder and less constrained than before. I felt like if I just flexed my muscles enough, all of this gear would break to pieces and fly off my body, like when Adam raises his sword and says “By the Power of Grayskull, I have the POWER!” This is the level of raw, animalistic, primal and overwhelming energy that was flowing through my body. It wasn’t just vibrating, it was resonating – with myself, my desires, my environment, my Doms…the entire experience. But I still had no idea what actually was happening. I had figured out people were coming in addition to my Doms, there were multiple areas where piss action could occur, and I was geared up and prepared like I was going to be put on display for purchase. "Boy, you good?” I had sort of zoned out for a second just standing there, feeling my dick throb and my body warm and tingle. I honestly don’t know how long it had been since Ethan had last said anything. Ethan smacked my hard dick from the side and instantly, I was back with my feet on solid ground. I yelped loudly, mostly from the shock of it, but partly because my dick was so sensitive at that moment and the slap was not gentle. “We need to get you set up because I people will start arriving soon. Jacob, will you grab that?" That ended up being another harness, but this one, like the blindfold, was made of a synthetic material. Ethan put it on me very fast and then pulled back on one of the bands of the harness and snapped it like he had with the jock strap. "Boy, Crawl!" I dropped on to all fours, and he led me quickly across the room to the edge of the plastic tray beneath the Cage. He told me I needed to climb into the tray then in to the Cage. It was a slightly awkward maneuver, but I made it in and Jacob commanded "Boy, Down!" I lowered my shoulders arms and head down, raising my ass. I barely completed this when I felt the Humbler which was quickly put in place. They adjusted the Cage and the plastic tray underneath and latched or unlatched part of the cage – I couldn’t really tell. I then heard the Cage door by my head open. Either Ethan or Jacob reached one hand in and put it on the back of my head and with the other one, attached the plastic tube to the gag in my mouth. FUUUUUUCK! I am a certified piss lover, but of all the ways to love it, swallowing it was not my favorite. I’d often get stomach aches from it and would have to cut fuck sessions short. I paused to think about the gag in my mouth and what it would, or would not, force me to do. I moved my head side to side, touched the gag with my hand on both sides, and relaxed. I don’t think this gag was intended to make me force drink the piss, just to get it in my mouth. I was100% on board with that and loved having my mouth pissed in. I was hoping my hole on the other side was going to get filled though. There was a knock on the door and Ethan asked Jacob to go “welcome our guests.” It sounded like 4 or 5 people arrived all at once and they migrated to the living room at Jacob’s direction. I heard ice being dropped in to Solo cups, liquids being poured, the music was turned up substantially, but I could still hear the chatter from the living room. A few minutes later, some of the guests came in to the kitchen, apparently to check me out. “Wow, you have him alllll geared up, don’t you?” said one of the men. “What the fuck is that? Oh, holy shit. He’s gonna be a fucking urinal tonight?” said another. “What have you guys been up to so far? He looks like he’s been through at least a bit of a workout.” Asked the other man. “I wanna know the full plan for this party!” Jacob was in the room with my apparently and told the guys a brief description of the fucking, and toys and the piss fucking. The door knocked again. The two guests returned to the living room at Jacob’s direction while Jacob went to the door to greet more guests. Before Jacob got there, Alek’s opened the door on his own and walked in with what sounded like another five people. If two groups of five had arrived, plus the Doms, plus me, we now had 14 people in the house. It instantly reminded me of the sex party I had hosted now three months ago when instead of the four people I had invited, ended up with close to 25 because friends had brought friends. Though I had fun that night, it wasn’t really great for me. I had to switch from focusing just on fucking and getting fucked to being a host and making sure everyone was okay, hydrating, etc. I was overjoyed that I could just be the nasty piss pig center of attention and not worry about anything else but getting used. I was getting even more excited and I could feel my hole just naturally open up in anticipation. Alek’s walked the new guests in to the kitchen to take a look at the Boy in the cage. “This is Boy!” Alex said. He’s our sub. We’ve made is clear that he is to follow his Dom’s orders, which tonight includes making sure all of you leave very happy.” They collectively laughed. “Fuck that’s hot!” and “Fuck yeah!” came from two of the guests. One of the guests seemed to come closer to the cage and I could tell he was facing me. “Are you having fun, Boy? Are you enjoying yourself? You seem okay – are you okay?” I raised my hand up briefly and make the okay hand sign, shook my head yes, and grunted “yes sir” though no one could possible have known that’s what I intended. I felt a finger quickly move pass my ass cheeks and touch the outside of my hole. On the other end, someone was pulling slight on my hair and then running their fingers through it. “He’s gonna feel so good.” Aleks asked the guys to come out to the living room, grab some drinks because as Alex said, “the fun is about to begin.” As soon as they left, another three people came in with Jacob. I thought I had heard another knock on the door and the front door opening, but it was hard to pay attention to it while I was being groped and pet in the cage. I didn’t know for certain until one of them spoke, but this did seem to be a new group of people. “Are you ready to get that hole filled with piss, Boy?” Said one of the men, in a very low, bass voice. I honestly wanted to buck like a stallion I had so much energy inside, so I grunted somewhat wildly and tried to shake my ass but was quickly reminded of the Humbler and my inability to do so. I squealed as my balls were pulled hard. “You guys have literally hog tied this big. He can’t move for shit!” This group left and at this point I could hear that the living room had quite a few people, I couldn’t discern what was being discussed, but everyone seemed high energy. Ethan brought one last person to the doorway between the dining room and the living room. “Go ahead and give him a once over if you want to test it out before we get started.” Ethan said to the new man. “Nah, I’ll be getting plenty and I don’t want him at the start. I want him at the end.” “I won’t fight you for it, but that’s my favorite too!” Everyone seemed to have collected in the living room and from the sound of things they were faced towards the front of the house. Also based on sound it seemed like the Doms were standing right in front of the TV, facing towards the kitchen and where I was. There wasn’t much formality to this quick pre-game chat. Ethan started. “Glad you guys are here. Glad you could make it. We ended up with a few more people than we expected, but it’s gonna be awesome. Here’s what up… The guy in the cage is Boy. Nothing that has happened to him since early this afternoon did he know would happen until he got here. He and I have been dating, I invited him over for some drinks, and after several hours of warming him up…” Jacob cut Ethan off… “Boy has been dildo fucked, dick fucked, throat fucked, buttplug fucked, piss fucked, tied up….and nearly the entire time he’s been blindfolded so he hasn’t seen shit.” The guests were stirring a little bit, a couple of “fuck yeah”’s could be heard. “He doesn’t even know what this guy right here looks like.” (I assume he was pointing to Alex). “Bro (assume he was talking to Ethan now), don’t sell yourself short. That Boy in there is really to get used and used good. That’s all you man! Ethan continued, “So first of all, drinks are over there. Help yourself. Your urinal is currently in the cage so use as you need to and as often as you can. If you need anything else, the bathroom is through the kitchen. It’s easy to find.” “So, here’s how we have things organized. Obviously, we ‘ve got one Boy, and a helluva lot of you. What we did was set up four stations…the first is warming the Boy up in his Cage, his house. He’s pretty much locked down in there – I think ya’ll have seen. The cage is small enough he can’t really move. On top of that, the cage door in front of his head is closed, and behind, he’s got the Humbler on which yanks on his balls as he tries to move away from whatever is working his hole. And he can’t really pull back from the front cuz we also have his collar attached to the cage. There are plenty of dildos and plugs on the table next to the cage. You can use those or your dick or both. Shoot a load in him if you want, but we’ve got more chances to do that next. If you get on this station, your job is to work the hell out of the Boy and get him ready for everything else. So don’t go easy. We do want him to go the distance though, so the goal is to work him hard, but not TKO him…so, ya know…fuck him how you’d wanna be fucked…or whatever! Just don’t destroy him…. that happens a few days from now.” I don’t know how to describe the sound I heard from the living room at this point, but it sounded more like hungry animals who could smell food and were hungry but couldn’t’ reach the food. It waw at this point where I wondered whether I was supposed to be hearing this, or not. Everything up to this point I didn’t find out about until it was actually happening. Did they mean for me to hear this or did someone forget to put in earphones or something to block me from hearing it. Was Ethan trying to throw me a bone by letting me hear? “Oh, and before I forget, and this applies to wherever the Boy is…if you gotta take a piss, and you’re not in him or whatever, do whatever the fuck you want. Piss on him, take one of his holes if it’s available. Whatever. I told him he’d love the smell of his jock by the end of the night, so let’s get that soaked too.” More audible but not necessarily loud man sounds from the living room. “When we’re done with him there, we’re gonna move him to that table.” I could hear people shuffle over the sheathing presumably to look in to the dining room and see table Ethan was talking about. “So, this is the fuck round where we give him as many loads as we can. He’ll be on his back on the table, and we’ll have his legs up and strapped to that pole. His hole will be totally open. If you need to piss, his mouth will be open. We’ll get him cumfilled here for a bit and then move on to get him piss fucked.” “The Boy will be moved in here, on all fours, ready to take more dick. Time to get him filled with piss. We’ve got a buttplug that attaches to the urinal from the cage that will be in him which you can use, or you can pull that out and fill and fuck him, your call. If you’re in to filling him up, then fucking it out, then cumming in him – this is a good place to do it. Like before if you gotta piss and you’re not using his holes, then you can do that here too.” “We’ll see how the weather goes but after this we were gonna go outside for a bit where we have a similar setup to this. We’ll play that by ear, otherwise we can see where everyone is at and where they wanna put him for the final round.” “So that’s about it. We were going to pass out these cards to everyone. If you have a star on your card, it means you get first call at each of the station…. that could be you go first, last, whatever you want. I personally always love going last, some dudes like to go first. But just go with the flow. There’s plenty of him to use.” “It goes without saying, but there’s a shit ton of water and drinks over there, try to water round as much as possible. We need to get the Boy flooded. The three of us are here if you need anything or if you need us to address anything so just let us know. Raise your hand if you don’t wanna yell across the room – one of us will be in each room, so we’re here!” “Two last things, the Boy doesn’t know who any of you are, doesn’t know how we found you and he unless you reveal your identity he never will. What you say to him is up to you, but we do ask that you keep everything confidential that happens here. Second, we told everyone that we were not providing condoms for this event and that we would prefer 100% bareback. If you really want to use a condom, we hope you brought you, but again, we’d prefer you not. Everyone grab some more water and head over to the kitchen.” It seemed immediately odd to me that everyone was meant to come in to the kitchen. Given the estimated 20 people that were here, I imagined it would feel a little cramped. It seemed like people had stopped filling in and I felt hands reaching through the doors in the front of the back of the cage and, to my surprise, start rubbing me and reaching to my nipples from the TOP of the cage. That’s what I had heard…they had taken the top off the cage, presumably so more people would have access. I honestly couldn’t focus on anything, so it felt like everything was happening all at once and I wasn’t even sure what “everything was.” Whoever was behind me began rubbing my hole and I could feel he was lubing me up but taking his time. There were at least two people next to the cage. One was rubbing my back, reaching around to grab my nipples, and occasional pull on my dick, and the other was pulling on my hair. I could hear others in the room – there was a combination of people continuing to make drinks and others that you could tell were both suck and stroking dicks. The man behind me had lubed up my hole substantially and had started to finger me with two fingers initially. “Fuck Boy, your hole has gotten some work done today, hasn’t it?” I could tell my hole was far more relaxed and looser than it was when I first arrived, not so m any hours ago. “You like my fingers up there, stretching your hole open?” I grunted. I felt worthless responding, but my sounds and muffled moaning seemed to provide the encouragement needed. “I bet you want something else up there to open you up, right?” Someone slightly further said. The guy who had been pulling my hair had stopped so maybe it was him. While my hole was getting fingered, I continued to have my body rubbed, my nipples pulled, and my dick pulled by the guy who had been doing it this whole time. The guy behind me had pulled his finger out and I heard what sounded like a dildo or toy being lubed up – more accurately, I heard the sound of lube being squeezed out of a bottle and the gurgling sound it makes. My hole was craving something to fill it, and I wanted that dildo in there now, getting me ready for me. My attention was snapped back immediately to the side of the Cage where my head was. The guy standing by the piss bucket urinal said, “Boy, do you really like piss? You want my piss?” I groaned with approval. As did the other guys in the kitchen. It started slow at first - a few spurts dripping down the tube and into my mouth. I’d had my mouth pissed in many times, but never with a mouth gag and never like this. So, I couldn’t tell if he was fully unloading his piss or this was just him getting started… I thought to myself “fuck, I can handle this!” and in my mind I sounded almost cocky. And then, my cockiness was immediately wiped away when he began to fully unload what sounded like a fast and high-volume stream of hot piss into the urinal. I was almost immediately flooded. The piss exited the back of the tube in the gag and hit my throat, and even though I did try to swallow some, I couldn’t because it was flowing so fast. I could hear his piss hit the side of the plastic urinal – a very unmistakable sound – and the occasional drops of piss would splash out and hit my head, my neck and my shoulders. This guy seemed to have one of those piss streams you see in pornos – like he was using a firehose to shoot his piss into me. The mat underneath me was now wet, I could smell the piss all over my face, and eventually, after what seemed like minutes, he stopped. “Oh my God Boy, you fucking love my piss. Nasty piss pig.” I was doing my best to keep my body still through all of this, but it was hard not to recoil from the onslaught of piss flowing into me and only when it stopped did I realize how much my balls had been yanked on and pulled by the Humber. In fact, they were still being yanked, and I realized I was not in the right position to avoid additional abuse by the Humbler. Had it just been for the power washing of piss I had just received, adjusting would have been achievable. But at the very same time, my ass was getting worked by the guy behind me. The guy behind me had been playing with my hole the entire time. He started by putting the head of a larger dildo in my hole, pushing it in, then pulling it out, over and over and over. It was an intense experience clearly designed to open my hole and get it ready for the additional onslaught of dick ahead. My brain was so overwhelmed between the piss waterfall, the hole stretching and my balls being pulled relentlessly that I don’t think it could process any one of them completely. So as intense as it all was individually, my brain seemed to tune out parts what it couldn’t handle – like the intense sensations I was experiencing everywhere. It’s as though my body had given me a numbing agent and a muscle relaxer. The cessation of piss flowing in to my mouth meant that instead of the piss already in my mouth being ejected out, it just sort of sat in my mouth. My balls were still being pulled hard, and the guy behind me was pushing me further forward with each insertion of the dildo, causing my balls to get yanked even more. FOCUS, BOY! FOCUS! I said to myself. I had to figure out how to get my body back in position. The guy behind me decided it was time for me to have the whole dildo up my hole, and he wasted no time jamming it in. I screamed through the gag, ejecting some of the piss and I felt the tip of the dildo hit my prostate and I tried to leap forward but yanked my balls so hard I immediately got back in to position. Somehow, the dildo attack had managed to get me back to the proper position. I think I heard the piss guy leave the room and right about then I also heard the front door open, footsteps, and then close. It wasn’t just one set of footsteps but a few. FUUUUUCK! I thought – I didn’t know how I was going to survive the guys that were already here and if more just arrived I wasn’t sure I could make it. I was only one dildo and one load of piss, and I was already having challenges. I heard the door open and shut again and two people enter. I think Jacob sensed that I might be worried about the door opening and shutting and what it meant. He had been standing over in the corner of the kitchen the entire time, monitoring and making sure I was okay. He came over to the cage, while a new guy positioned himself at the urinal and my ass continued to get fucked with the dildo. He knocked on my back with his knuckles and said, “Don’t worry Boy, it’s all good. Just a little shuffle.” This put me at ease. I could trust Jacob, and I trusted his assessment of the situation and his word. I noticed that it was somewhat quieter in the house. I was focused on getting fucked by the dildo my mind wandered – did people leave? Were they grossed out by me…or what we were doing? Was I not attractive enough? Jacob’s hand was flat on my back while my hole was getting pummeled repeatedly by the dildo. The guy behind me had been replaced by someone else. I knew this because the way they used the dildo was completely different, and the new guy had said “you sure you don’t wanna drop your load” to which the first guy said “no, man, I’m gonna wait until he’s got more loads in there.” The new dildo guy made round, aggressive circles with the base while it was inside of me, pulling my hole in every direction, working every single millimeter of the circumference of my hole. He’d occasionally thrust it in and hit my prostate, causing me to jump forward and the Humbler would remind me to keep my ass presented for this work... Still getting stretched, I felt warm piss hit the back of my throat again and unlike the first time, this was full power right from the start. “That’s my fucking hot piss in your mouth pig. Gonna give you some more.” The guy in front of me said. He reached down and yanked my hair, causing more piss to gush out the side of my mouth gag. This guy didn’t piss nearly as long as the first guy, but as he was finishing, took the opportunity to soak my hair and back with his piss. The guy behind me loved the fact that piss was flowing down my back and on to my hole and decided he was ready to shoot his load. He pulled the dildo out and I remember the distinct sound of hearing it flop on to the kitchen floor. “Are you gonna drop you load now, Dude?” Jacob asked the guy. “Yeah, I wanna fuck a load in him so I’ve got some time to recharge for number 2.” “Alright, let me get him in position.” Jacob moved to the back of the cage and reached around my hips and pulled me firmly, so my knees were on the tray that the cage was in, my ass presented fully, and my face and torso still largely in the cage. I could feel the smaller door opening touch my sides. “Does that work!” “Fuck yeah, that will do! You got any piss for the Boy?” Let’s get some more piss on him and I’ll fuck him. Jacob didn’t have time to answer because some other guy in the room stepped forward and began unloading on my lower back, while the guy behind me got his dick in position and shoved his dick in my hole. The piss continued, taking a lot of time to continue soaking my hole while I was getting fucked, and then added to the rest of the piss on my upper body, hair, face and back. “That’s one hot fucking piss pig we got here.” The piss guy said when he finished. “Fucking hot!” A minute later, I would hear him walk out into the main area. The guy behind me continued to fuck me in very consistent quickening rhythm and I could tell he was getting close because he was breathing quicker and moving faster. I was covered in piss – the mat was waterproof, so piss was pooled all over the place and my face was pushed in to it. My hair was dripping. My body was coated. I could feel my jockstrap start to cool off from being soaked with piss as well. The guy continued for a minute longer until he grunted and with no words to warm be, went balls deep and start shooting his load. Guys from both doorways were watching, I had heard them and when the top came, they all let out some form of “fuck yeah” or “breed the Boy.” “Nice hole Boy. You like my load in there?” I grunted and he pulled his dick out and walked out of the room. I let out a long breath through the gag. For the first time in many minutes, I didn’t have my hole, mouth, or balls enduring some type of stimulation. I took several more deep breaths. Was there more in the cage? Too much more piss and I was going to drown in the puddle on the mat. Jacob tapped his knuckles on my back again. “You good Boy?” I grunted happily. “Let’s get you out of where for a while. You’ve got a lot more coming.” Jacob released the Humbler from my balls. I don’t think I have ever felt a better sense of relief. He detached the tubing from my gag and also removed my gag. He put his arm under my shoulder and lifted me up, then helped me step out of the cage. At first, I could barely stand, I was wobbly. But I got my bearings and Jacob moved me in to the Dining room towards the “fuck table.” I could hear people all around me, the striking of dick, sucking of dick. There was porn and music playing. It smelled like men, and sex, and testosterone, and this really pure, sweet clean smell of piss. “Good job, Boy” on the other side of me from Jacob, was Ethan, putting his arm under my other arm. “Jacob and I are going to put you on this table. Count of three were gonna pull you up. Just sit where we put you.” They lifted me up on the table and told me to lay on my back. I could tell that my feet were pointing towards the vertical poles. They pulled my body down until my hole was at the very edge of the table and both Ethan and Jacob had one of my ankles in their hands. I felt the leather restraints I had worn earlier wrap around my ankles and the fastener get closed. My legs were pulled back towards my torso, and I heard the restraints get attached to the vertical poles, spread apart so there was even better access to my hole. It felt good to relax my body somewhat, but I then realized exactly how open to every man there both of my holes were. I could feel myself getting harder. I finally had the ability to speak and all I could think of to say was, “Fuck yeah. I’m ready!”

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE - P'TOWN PARTY WEEKEND PART 11 PLEASE NOTE: I AM POSTING THE LATEST INSTALLMENTS IN THREE POSTS ALL AT ONCE, PLEASE READ THEM IN ORDER. THIS IS THE SECOND OF THREE ! Installment number Twelve of what was probably the best real party weekend of my extensive "career" - back in 2006 in Provincetown. My hubby was in New Hampshire at a 4-day business convention and during those 4 days he was happy for me to do my partying in Ptown by myself, with him joining me after his convention for the much more vanilla style sex he prefers. See my intro to part 11 for more of a summation of parts 1 - 10. So along with me - at the time a 43-year-old jock muscle leather guy - Caucasian, blond/blue - we pick up the story on what was now a foggy Saturday night having left the Dance Party at the Crown where I had been pulled up to fill in for a performer with laryngitis, we got back to the sexual adventures. JImmy, Lou, Vice, Keiran, Charlie and I escorted Jimmy's niece Cassie and her boyfriend Doug back to their transformed motel room so they could take a walk on the wild side. Apologies for stalling this segment, but on that Saturday night a few things happened that bug me a bit to this day, and as they are about true events I don’t change them or ignore them to cover what actually happened. 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! Trigger warning: there's some violence in this part. And though Cassie is in the room, we don't focus on her, this is about the sex with the males of the group. Don’t worry, good chemsex too! Also please note that the college-age folks were all over 18, so if I call someone a “kid” that someone is still of more than legal age, it’s just an expression I use referring to people who are more than 2 decades younger than me!. SATURDAY NIGHT'S ALL RIGHT FOR FIGHTING Her Uncle Jimmy, hearing this said, “Don’t worry baby girl, you’ll soon have more straight guys here to fill out your gang-bang fantasy.” He then directed Kieran and Charlie over to us where Doug appeared eager to taste one and then the other, copying his girlfriend’s moves and seeming to like it. After about 10 minutes I noticed that Jimmy was texting something on his phone, then pulling on a jock he cracked open the door to the outside looking both ways and signaled a “come in” invitation with his hands. Six guys entered the motel room as we all stopped what we were doing to see who was joining us. A few postings back in this recounting of that wild weekend I mentioned that Provincetown was very, very Caucasian – a thing foreign to me, a born-and-bred New Yorker who enjoys fooling around with men of all races and nationalities including my own – I love variety! I wrote that I only really ‘knew’ three African-American guys in town – I should have said ‘three that were gay and I’d had sex with’. There were a few other men of color around the summers I lived there, mostly straight, but truly only a few, while Latin and Asian guys were almost non-existent among ‘townies’ in the ‘90s. Imagine my surprise and potential delight when four of the six newcomers were men of color. I recognized one guy named Martin who I found out later that evening had become the sous chef at The Lobster Pot. When the Hubby and I decided after the second summer working in P’Town that we might stay over the Winter, we got jobs at the Lobster Pot, and at the time Martin was a 19 year old tall rail-thin islander with a very cute-handsome face and sexy Caribe accent who back in ’91 had just moved up to kitchen assistant from dishwasher. We were both disappointed to learn he had zero interest in guys, though he was gracious about the pass we made at him. By the beginning of November that year we decided that staying the winter would NOT be our thing and left for New York – by the time we left town, Martin and my Hubby were always joking and causing me to constantly crack up at inappropriate times. I was very titillated to see him be a part of this. Aside from moving all the way up to the second spot in the kitchen, in the intervening years his shoulders had broadened, and he had grown into his height and was even sexier in his 30s than he was at 19! Jimmy herded them over to the drinks and the pipes. As the newbies began indulging our host gave an expanded version of his earlier speech, “Listen up guys, guys, this is a special welcome party Lou and I put together for my niece Carrie who has always wanted to be gang-banged, and her boyfriend Doug who is curious to try out his bi side. Thanks for helping me make their fantasies come true – we’ve got some guys here already for Doug’s end of things so if that’s not your scene, you don’t need to be a part of it at all, but if you do, no judgement. I know Carrie is why most of you are here, and as a reward we’ve got all the best party favors to get you and keep you in the mood, so drink up, light up, spin up and get undressed and get comfortable.” Just before these new dudes came in, Kieran had replaced Doug between my legs and was giving me some great oral while his husband Charlie was being serviced by Doug. As Jimmy was speaking, I saw Martin taking a hit off a tina bong and blowing an impressive cloud. As he exhaled, his eyes caught mine. At first, he had that, ‘I know you but I’m not sure from where…’ look on his face, but then realization struck and he smiled and nodded at me. I returned the smile only to be distracted when my Boston fratboy slowly let my cock slide out of his mouth and stood up, obviously to stretch his legs. As I was still seated on the side of the bed next to Vice and Lou, standing up put Kieran’s dick right in front of my face. Not one to miss out on any sexual opportunity, I took his semi-hard tool in my mouth and gave him some pretty toe-curling head in return. I was in the perfect spun place to really go to town on any cock orally at that point, enjoying how good his skin felt and tasted as I took him in. Don’t know about you guys, but I do love sucking a dick that’s mostly flaccid and feeling it chub up in my mouth until it’s completely hard. I love that almost as much as rimming a hot hole before I fuck it. I don’t always get to indulge my oral side as much as I might like in some scenes, as many of my bottom buds want to get to the fucking as soon as possible; while I like to suck and get sucked, and rim before sliding into some hot dude hole, or get rimmed myself before someone slides into me. The straight crew were still getting spun up, slowly getting out of their clothes, using the bathroom and eyeing the porn and Carrie, and it seemed like their real entrance into the scene was imminent. Jimmy came over and signaled the gay crew to shift over to the other bed, so that Carrie and the straight boys would have one to themselves, while Doug and the gays would take the other for now. Hardly missing a beat Charlie, Kieran, Doug and I switched over, with Jimmy joining us. I wound up on my back on the bed with Doug sitting on my face and someone sucking my cock – I think it was Charlie. I heard Doug gagging and realized he was attempting to suck off his girlfriend’s uncle. If you remember from previous chapters, Jimmy’s cock is very large for a white guy, especially since Jimmy was a really compact guy who was only 5’5” tall. I could only marvel that newbie Doug was actually attempting to get that monster down his throat – I guess my suspicions about him only doing this for Cassie were wrong, at least from the enthusiasm he seemed to be showing. I can say that rimming his virgin hole was a treat, and I was back in hog heaven when SOMEONE’s ass slid down over my cock and began to ride me. I heard a key turn in the lock, and most of us froze until Jimmy called out “it’s cool, he’s joining us…”. Easing back from Doug’s hole and looking between his legs I saw a late-twenties, skinny as a rail, pale as a ghost, freckled ginger come in just wearing basketball shorts and slides looking around in delight. “My Ma’s finally gone to run the office at the Windjammer and will not be back tonight.” In his light brogue he continued, “my Da’s manning the desk here while I dip my wick and he may stop in for a dip himself when I relieve him later.” Moving further into the room he passed us as he queried “Have ya’ got a wee bit of the T for me Jimmy?” Finding my throat in the need of some hydration, and my neck seriously needing to unkink itself, I extracted myself from the man-pile I was in the middle of and made my way over to the refreshments and the bongs. As the redhead rolled the bowl above the torch flame and I was downing a bottle of water, Jimmy introduced us. Turns out this was the owner’s son Brendon, and the Windjammer was their other motel down in Truro. He passed me the glass cock and the torch and as I was inhaling the vapor, Martin came over and smiled his big toothy grin and said “I thot’ dat was you! How you been mon? And where’s your sidekick?” Damn, between his Caribe lilt and Brendon’s mild brogue, I could listen to these two talk all night… Blowing out my cloud I replied, “He’s at a Convention and is joining me tomorrow night. And yes, he knows I’m here!” I wanted to cut off that question that seems to come from all straight folks when they encounter a sexually open gay couple. So many assume we must be cheating on the other, and that’s the furthest thing from our minds! While we chatted and shared blowing some clouds, the two of them started watching the action on Cassie’s side of the room. “She’s a wee vixen, isn’t she?” Brendon asked Martin, who agreed heartily. At that moment, she was surrounded by five guys with both hands jerking a dick and her mouth going from cock to cock to cock around the circle. Two other guys leaned on the wall waiting their turn to get in the circle of the soon-to-be gangbanged college nymph. Martin watched for a bit more, then looked over at the other bed where Kieran, Charlie, Jimmy and Doug were sucking and rimming up a storm, and then back at the circle around Cassie. Blowing out a cloud and handing me the bong and torch, he mused to Brendon, “seems like it will be a while ‘till we get our turn, mon.” Brendon just grunted in agreement, nodding sadly. “Unless…” Martin said turning to look me in the eye and raising an eyebrow as I was drawing a hit through the bubbles, “a long time ago you made me an offer an’ I was stupid and turned it down. Dat offer still stand? You maybe help us out?” Raising an eyebrow myself, I looked at them both and slowly exhaled a huge cloud. “I could certainly help out an old friend – and a new one – if you’re sure you want that.” “I was a stupid kid back then, not anymore!” And then he gave that toothy smile again and waved his long, soft, mahogany wanker at me. “just remember, I’ll be doing this because I like it, and I like you, I do this for fun, NOT for a power trip in either direction….” Martin nodded then I turned to Brendon to see him agree as well then saw he had dropped his basketball shorts to reveal a pale floppy dong framed by flaming red pubes that seemed to already be chubbing up a bit. “All righty then,” I smirked as I dropped to me knees. Taking a bong rip, I put the glassware down and put my mouth around Martin’s cock and began to suck gently, then let the cloud out around his stiffening member as he moaned softly. Taking another deep hit, I turned to Brendon and slurped his shillelagh down my gullet and again let the cloud slowly emerge around it, as I handed the pipe back. “Dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” Martin sighed with an “Um-hmm” coming from Brendon. I went to town on these two straight guys going back and forth deep-throating one while stroking the other, and then switching, then back, then switch. It was hot having them both go from soft and semi-soft to rock hard in my mouth. After a few minutes of back and forth, I felt someone kneel down opposite me, so that he could take one while I took the other, and then we could switch without either of these straight guys needing to move. As I was still throat deep on Martin, I let Brendon’s dick go so my fellow cocksucker could take him in. Glancing sideways around the cock in my mouth, I saw a huge white cock between the other cocksucker’s legs and realized that Jimmy had joined me. We switched back and forth for a few hot minutes until his phone buzzed and he got up to let three more guys into the room. I stayed down continuing my assault on these two excellent examples of penile development as Martin and Brendon continued to moan and compliment my oral skills. The three new guys shucked their clothes and grabbed beers looking around at the action. Seeing me taking hits off the bong and blowing them on the two cocks, and then seeing others around the room doing the same thing, the new guys asked what we were smoking and could they have some? I heard Jimmy give them the speech about his niece and her boyfriend and give them each a dick pill before showing them how to light the torch, roll the bowl and take some hits. Apparently all three were virgins when it came to tina and seemed to quickly start enjoying being in the clouds. Pulling his cock from my mouth, Martin grabbed Brendon and turned them both around to face the desk behind us. Glancing over his shoulder he told me “Don’ wanna’ cum too soon – waitin’ to bang de girl, so maybe you give us some tongue service back here?” I smirked up at them saying, “So long as you’re both clean back there?” Brendon looked a bit confused, and Martin whispered something in his ear. “Oh, aye lad, just had me a shower,” Brendon affirmed, and Martin chuckled “clean as a whistle!” while handing down the bong. I drew a hit as Martin leaned over the desk and indicated the Irishman do the same, suddenly I had two straight holes fully presenting for me. Just as I had when I started blowing them, I dove face first into Martin’s chocolate bubble butt, kissed then licked then drove my tongue in and let out my clouds around his pucker as he just sighed and nodded. Taking another hit, I did the same to the two freckled white snow-globes Brendon enticed me with. Once again, as I began to actually tongue fuck that hole, I released my cloud ever so slowly in that tight straight hole. Brendon began to mutter and curse, “Shite, what the feck, oh yeah, don’t stop my man… I never knew…” all the while bouncing around like he’d put his finger in an electric socket. My own cock was rock hard. “You know,” I drawled as I was rolling the bowl, “I’m mostly a top and if you two weren’t straight, my cock would shortly be balls deep banging one or the other of you or both. A Pity, but I respect limits.” Fortunately, the two just laughed it off. I finished my hit and noticed Vice now on the outskirts of the str8 boy ring had overheard me and winked in my direction murmuring, “And you’d both be lucky…” As I went back and forth rimming Martin and Brendon, I heard a couple of new voices. “Is that fag doing what I think he’s doing?” and “That’s disgusting” and “Actually looks into it, jeez I’m gonna be sick…”. Well, this was certainly putting a damper on the festivities. I broke away from the two hot butts and glanced back at where the voices were coming from and just sighed to myself. Standing watching us were the two guys Jimmy and I gave blowjobs to in the dunes late Thursday afternoon (see Part 2), the aging hippie and the abusive angry guy; they had a third guy with them I guessed to be one of the local fisher or lobster men. All naked, or mostly, and unfortunately due to my experience with two of them on Thursday, AND the trash they were talking in my direction, I really wasn’t interested in any of them, especially their nasty band leader. Rolling my eyes, I turned back and sucked my two guys a minute or two more, and then Martin tapped me on the shoulder. “It’s our turn wit’ the girlie, thank you my friend, that was delicious!” “Aye, that’s the truth in it, much appreciated,” was Brendon’s farewell as they hastened over to Cassie’s circle. Chuckling, I put my hand behind myself to get off my knees and go rejoin the “gay contingent”, only to be literally shoved back down. Seriously. Anyone who knows me will know how well THAT went over with me. Glaring up, it was of course, the dickhead from the dunes. “Where do you think you’re going Princess? Here’s more dick for you – get to work…” Clenching my jaw, I growled “I don’t think so…” and started to rise again, only to be shoved onto my ass by this idiot. “Nobody asked what you think, cocksucker,” he said with an ugly chuckle. “And nobody cares what some useless faggot thinks honey, now get to it. If you can kiss that black* ass you can certainly suck my white dick.” Lovely, so he was a racist too, unsurprisingly. He and the third guy stepped forward to bang their dicks on my forehead. To his credit, the aging hippie who I did suck off on Thursday while Jimmy did Prince Charming had the decency to look chagrined. *(the word he actually used here was not this one and began with “n”) “Weren’t you listening, I said ‘no’ dirtbag…” my voice was hissing through my clenched teeth, as I got one knee up and under me. The fool just didn’t stop instead jeering me with, “Oh, I get it! You want to kiss my ass too!” He turned around and tried to pull my head into his crack and I reeled back from the foul stench coming from his skanky poorly wiped hole that had definitely NOT been cleaned or washed since his last time on the bowl. Naaaaasty. “Fuck no, didn’t your mother teach you to wipe?” “Well then suck my dick…” “Are you deaf or just stupid? NO.” “Suck that real man’s dick now, girl.” “Really. Go ahead. Make me you fucking moron.” “You think I won’t?” “No, I KNOW you won’t,” I was only on one knee now, and at least the other two straight doofuses were sober enough to back away. “Oh yeah, you gonna stop me?” he laughed as he attempted to push me down one more time. That was a mistake. With one of my feet firmly planted already, I launched myself off the floor knocking his reaching arms away and slamming him against the wall which he hit with a loud thud, and my hands went around his neck. “YES… I… AM…” I growled as I loomed over him. What an idiot, I was all muscle at that time, was at least 5 inches taller with a longer reach, was probably 10 years younger and he was definitely not in shape – oh yeah, and I’m from New York. Foolish, foolish man. I must inject here that I do NOT allow myself to be bullied (or see any other gay guy bullied) and not do something. People who tried to gay-bash me in the past learned not to. For example, I was doing a show in Cincinnati in the late ‘80s and had been at a gay bar after the show for a drink, in those days the entrance was down an alley. I exited the bar into the alley to go home. and there’s some guy there who starts with all the stupid insults for gays he can come up with, and I’m ignoring him, trying to disengage, but he keeps blocking my path along with his litany of verbal abuse. I still tried to be peaceable and de-escalate, but like the idiot in Provincetown he just doubled down and shoved me against the wall of the alley and spat in my face. SPAT IN MY FACE. Ok, I tried the “turn the other cheek” method but it did not work, so I beat the crap out of him. I mean I seriously beat the living daylights out of this moron. There were two guys coming out of the bar behind me who witnessed the whole thing and the commotion drew on-lookers from inside the bar, though they all huddled together by the door. By the time it was done, I had knocked two of his teeth out and had broken his nose. It was THEN that I was grabbed from behind by two of Cincinnati’s Finest, who were going to arrest ME for “fag-bashing” until the crowd at the door all assured them that the guy who was splayed out on the ground was the actual attacker and that I was actually the victim of the attack. So, they let me go, but after checking on the dude on the ground and suggesting he get his nose splinted at an Emergency Room, they let HIM go too. Wouldn’t take a report even when I complained that I had a right to. Told me it was better this way, since “he learned his lesson” and “what punishment could be worse than being beat up by a fag?” Yeah, seriously, welcome to the American Midwest in 1986. I was furious. My thought was that the only lesson the creep had learned was to pick on a smaller gay guy, or maybe don’t mess with guys from New York… Oh, and may I point out that the two cops were right there for part of the fight and waited until the guy THEY thought was the gay victim was knocked to the ground BEFORE they intervened. Think about that for a moment… And yeah, had a similar experience in the ‘90’s in Hells Kitchen when my friend Brad watched me give the same punishment to two Jersey Frat Boys who came into town to harass the fairies, who of course wouldn’t fight back, right? When they pushed us both from behind, knocking Bradley to the pavement, they didn’t realize I’d just come from the Gym and was both pumped and not in the mood for shenanigans. Black-eyed and bloodied, they took off at a run, while Brad cracked me up and calmed me down by clapping his hands together and in a sing-song falsetto yodeled out “My Hero!!”. So yeah, I’m not one who takes to being pushed around. Part of me is ashamed of how much I lose my temper, and part of me is proud I’m not to be fucked with. It’s an internal conflict I’m not sure I will ever resolve. So back to the sex party… Putting my thumbs into the pressure points at the sides of his neck, I slid him down the wall until his face was even with my still half-hard cock. Putting my foot between his legs pressed up against his junk, with my knee and one hand still pinning him to the wall, I took my cock in the other hand and slapped his face with it a few times. “Now who’s the ‘real man’ fucker?” I taunted back. “Now who should be sucking cock dude? Yeah, I think that’s what you should do. Time for “Mr. Only Gets Blowjobs From Fags’ to start giving them himself… serves you right.” I rubbed my dick against his lips as he shook his head back and forth, whimpering, and that’s when I noticed the tears streaming down his face. Fuck. I went too far again. I remember being humiliated to the point of tears as a little kid and how much I hated that feeling and how empty it made me feel inside and had vowed NEVER to do that to someone else. And I had just broken that vow. Yeah, self-defense, I know, and in all three cases MIGHT have been the only solution that would prevent me (or my friend) from being seriously hurt. So maybe he deserved it. But that doesn’t give me back the little piece of my soul that I sacrificed to achieve that outcome. Looking down with a real bitter taste in my mouth, I said “Oh for fuck sake, get up. You’d probably give a lousy blowjob anyway…” I hauled him up from under his armpits and stood him on his feet, he just blinked at me. “You’re welcome,” I muttered noting the lack of remorse. He looked around at the other guys and with a sniff said, “Couldn’t any of you have helped me get away from this crazy queen?” “Jayzus you just can’t keep your gob from diggin’ the hole deeper, Cosmo, can ya’?” Brendon chided from the bed by Cassie, “you started it and if you’ve not more civil, I’ve a mind to kick you to the curb… now have a drink and a puff and come meet this lovely lady and leave the other guests ALONE. Ya’ hear me?” “Cosmo?” I thought. Damn! I finally remembered him, Cosmo Duarte from Duarte Motors who once tried to WAY overcharge me for a Distributor Cap he assumed I would have no idea of what the actual cost should be. Cosmo Duarte. Figures. I let him slide away from me and wondered if I was still in the mood for all of this or not. I sat down on the bed the other gay guys and Doug were rolling around on and sighed. Charlie’s voice came from over my shoulder as I felt hands and bodies snuggle up to me, “Daddy J, this may be seriously twisted and wrong, but that was HOT…” “Wickie Hawt” came Kieran’s voice as a hand started stroking my cock back to fullness. Doug just whispered “wow” and from the other bed, I heard Vice say, “you know he totally deserved that Daddy J, don’t be upset.” “Yeah,” Lou snarked, “you ever hire out as a bodyguard?” I had to snicker at that. It was then that a female voice sounding a trifle annoyed rang out, “are we EVER going to fuck?” The room dissolved in laughter. Jimmy came over and sat next to me. “I’m sorry about that, I’m used to him being that way and it kind of turns me on. I probably should have warned you – or better yet, him.” I nodded and accepted his apology. He told me it was time we got both of these kids fucked. He was going to put Cassie in the sling here in the hotel room and giving back the keys he instructed me to take Doug, Keiran and Charlie around the corner to his place and put him in the sling. His friend Roger and a few other locals would be there soon - or might be there already – we’d turn the camera on in each room so that each college kid could watch the other get gang-banged (as well as Doug losing his anal virginity). I was certainly up for leaving this room and its’ vibe and going back to being just with other gays (and Doug) again. So the four of us got our bags of clothes and put on just the minimum amount needed to go out in public, of course my bag was more full than others, having to hold the parts of my Indiana Jones costume. So along with me in my harness, the leather jodhpurs and boots, and Kieran and Charlie in jeans and boots, all of us shirtless, I was wearing my leather fedora while the guys had their cowboy hats on. Doug grabbed some baggy shorts from a drawer then went to kiss his girlfriend goodbye, told her to have fun, and said he’d see her on the TV. As I ushered the guys out the door, I asked Kieran to take my bag as I needed something from Jimmy, he did and went out with the others. I asked Jimmy for any more special instructions (there weren’t any) and opened the door to leave the room. I am not a stupid man, so I kept the room behind me in my peripheral vision. Sure enough, just as I suspected he might, Cosmo the idiot came up from behind me ready to kick me out the door. Loser. I grabbed his leg, pulled him closer and clocked his jaw with a right jab and pushed him back into the room. Arms caught him and I growled “You just don’t learn, do you? Oh, and say ‘hello’ to Mrs. Duarte for me, okay?” As the door was pulled shut, I heard guffaws coming from inside… SUNDAY MORNING AFTER MIDNIGHT – DOING DOUGIE The fresh air outside the motel room helped clear my head and cool my temper, and after a few more comments on my take down of the idiot, the guys seemed to get the picture that I really didn’t want to discuss or even think about it right at that moment. I knew I’d seriously dwell on it later after the party and hoped maybe Father Frank would have a few minutes for a clerical chat with me. With welcome insight, Kieran started waxing enthusiastically about Jimmy’s basement play-space to Doug and to his husband Charlie (who had been asleep at the Guest House on Thursday night when I brought Kieran with me to Jimmy’s) and I joined in relating the fun Vice and I had when we manned the glory holes earlier that evening. Our destination was extremely close; so turning a corner off of Bradford Street we arrived at Jimmy’s house in the middle of the block where the short lane took a turn. I pointed out the glory hole alcove and led them to the opposite side where the ground level entrance was located. I called out since there were lights on and a guy who introduced himself as Roger greeted us by blowing a cloud and passing the bong to the first in line who happened to be Kieran who gratefully accepted. Roger was wearing just a denim vest and high-tops. Short, white, probably in his late 20s he had curly brown hair and eyes hidden behind tinted glasses, just an average body with a rubber strap around a seriously fat, floppy white dick with a fat P.A. piercing. He greeted each of us with a kiss and a pipe that he torched up for each guy as we introduced ourselves and I intro’d Doug. “Ah, the sacrificial lamb!” he joked. “Don’t worry dude, you’re gonna love this!” Doug just nodded and smiled in the haze of clouds. Three other white guys were there already as well, two older than the 43 I was back then and another looking college aged. The two older were both leather dudes, one muscular, bald and shaved all over wearing a harness and a leather codpiece; the other white-haired and pot-bellied in a vest, shorts and boots – a regular bear whom I recognized at having been in the group at the party on Thursday in this very room. The third guy was small, nice abs, in an open grey hoodie, white jock strap and ballcap, cute in a gymnast sort of way, with a smile full of crooked teeth and an ass I thought I’d like to get to know really well… but of course we were all here to top at first. After all of us who just arrived taking a quick piss and blowing some clouds, we helped Doug up into the sling and secured him by his ankles and wrists once he was comfortable. Roger was fiddling with the camera and screen and got into the “Private Room” Jimmy had set up on ICU2 or whatever the video share tool was being used that evening for the kids to see each other get gang-banged. Looking next to the swing, I saw that there was a bowl of condoms out with the lube, poppers, Max Impact, torch and pipe. Drawing the other guys into a huddle I let them know that this idea was sprung on Doug after his girlfriend got him partly tweaked and that he might not be of complete sound mind in making decisions, especially after the slam he was about to receive – so sounding like a complete Dad, I suggested that they either pull out before cumming in him or use a condom if they were heavy-leakers of precum… a couple of groans, but there were nods as well. Roger had gotten us linked with the guys in the motel, and the main screen now showed Cassie in the sling over there, grinning having just been pointed and blowing kisses to her boyfriend over the video link. Pulling a hit from a pipe, I shotgunned it to Doug, then looked him in his eyes and asked, “Are you happy with this, want to keep going?” “Uh-huh, this is so sexy, I want it ya’ know!” “Okay then, this guy here is about to send you into orbit so enjoy the ride – and if at any point it becomes too much, just tell us to stop, got it?” He nodded and Joey, the twink in the ballcap, stepped up and tied Doug off, swabbed the arm and warning the newbie that he would likely have a coughing fit then feel amazing, he got a register and then slowly pumped the virgin’s arm full of magic. Sure enough, *cough, cough, cough* and Doug was on his way and begging for attention. Joey and I both got down and tag-teamed a rim-job on the now-flying college kid and standing to lube him up, it was finally time. We had decided cock size order, smallest to biggest was the way to go, and Warren, the big daddy bear stepped forward to claim the cherry. He used lubed fingers first and seemed quite experienced in expanding a hole in preparation for fucking. He leaned back and whispered, “I don’t precum much at all, and I think a guy’s first time should be natural and raw, so I’m foregoing the rubber for now, and will pull out well before cumming.” Okay, I saw where he was coming from, and having started getting fucked myself before HIV started spoiling the party, obviously I lost my cherry to a raw cock just as prior to that when I fucked my first man asses I had done so condom-free. No one wore a condom back then, and why would they? I have to admit I couldn’t imagine having my first time being fucked take place with a condom… the big polar bear’s 5-inch dick still evoked a gasp or two from Doug as he slowly entered virgin territory, but after Joey had him take a few popper hits the newbie was soon nodding and smiling and encouraging more. On the screen, we saw that Cassie was already into the train being run on her, and her shrieks and moans got louder, along with the repetitive “Yes, yes, yes!” sounding for all the world like so many of the females in straight porn. Doug would watch for a bit seemingly interested, then go back to watching himself get fucked and snogging with his top. Joey followed Warren, rabbit fucking Doug with his hard modest tool, did I mention he seemed like a gymnast? While his dick was still inside Doug, he swung his legs up to rest them on Doug’s shoulders and proceeded to bang him frantically by pulling on the chains for purchase and telling Doug to suck his toes. The rapid bunny fuck produced so many squeaks, moans and grunts from Doug, the action on the screen at the motel actually stopped for a minute for Cassie to cheer her boytoy on and tell him what a great slut he was being for her. That was the first time I saw Doug’s expression cloud a little bit, but he was shortly back to telling Joey to fuck him harder. Charlie followed Joey in size order and his tool was definitely the fattest Doug had thus far, and that seemed to please the kid to no end. Charlie had an interesting fuck style, keeping his dick fully inside and slowly bumping the hole HARD without pulling any of his shaft out – using the swing of the sling to give Doug a slow deep fuck. Up on the screen I noticed Vice taking a turn on the tweaking co-ed, his hot ass pointed toward the camera while she shouted out instructions to him like a porn director. Even though it seemed to me like he was throwing a good fuck, she seemed to always want something else. He quickly pulled out and gestured for Lou to take over. I admit I chuckled when he looked into the camera knowing I was watching and gave the universal ‘mensa-mensa’ hand twist along with a raised eyebrow. “Well,” I thought, “someone seems to be heading for a full change of teams.” As Lou slipped his cock into the tweakette up on the screen, we heard her screech and then start yelling “oh yeah, give me that big black snake, never had one so big before you chocolate stud!” I had to roll my eyes. All I could think of was the conversation with Lou the day before about the extreme reactions he got either very positive or very negative being one of the few men of color in the resort town. Seems young Cassie was one of those who fetishized men of color – her later reactions would prove my suspicion. Hearing his girlfriend’s over-the-moon enthusiasm, the expression on Doug’s face once again clouded over. Charlie noticed as well. Changing his stroke style to a real withdraw and pound back style returned Doug’s attention to his own hole and he was again moaning, cursing, and with arms now released from the sling restraints pulling on Charlie’s hairy nips. The thrusts became faster and faster until with a grunt he pulled out so quickly Dougie gasped as his Charlie fisted his own dick rapidly with increasing intensity until with a loud cry of “FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” his body began quivering all over as he shot a huge load all over Doug’s belly, chest, neck and as far as his left cheek. Considering how much we’d all been playing this insane weekend, the amount of jizz he shot was kind of astonishing! Looking back up at the screen Lou was gone and Cassie was again giving directions to the guy who was fucking her in a manner that kind of bugged me. By the blinding white skin and flaming red hairs on that beautiful ass, I realized it could only be Brendon… damn what a fine ass, pity he was straight! After his explosive orgasm our Otter Charlie staggered back from the sling indicating to his husband, “All yours Babe…” Keiran wasted no time heading over to the sling and began licking and fingering his partner’s cum off the College kids’ body, making Doug lick the cum off his fingers and snogging him while dripping more cum into his mouth. Charlie had stumbled back and sat down heavily on the rim-chair. Warren made a bee-line for him, got on his knees and began to clean Charlie’s tool with his mouth. Having sparked up the torch by the sling, Kieran and Doug were sharing clouds back and forth as Kieran’s cock rubbed against the crack of that fine young ass and bumped up against D’s ball sack. After a couple of minutes, Doug moaned out, “fuck me dude, I need it!” Putting down the glass cock and torch, Keiran pumped some lube onto his cock (longer than his husband’s, but thinner) and slowly pushed into that no longer virgin hole. Looking around, I saw that Warren was beneath the rim-seat under Charlie (is there anything more fun than a rim-seat?) while Roger had slipped his big, floppy cock into Charlie’s mouth. On the screen, Martin was having his turn, and missy was back to screaming about “big black studs opening me up, making me a whore!” again, sounding like those awful chicks in str8 porn who never shut up with the little girly voice and high-pitched squeals (I have actually had sex with women a good number of times when in high school and college, and in group scenes on and off since then, so it’s not the sex acts themselves, but the annoying little girl voices and screaming that turn me off…) As she was going on and on, I thought “well, that’s sure to make me go limp,” and then realized I had said that loud enough to be heard by a few of the guys in the room. “Let me help with that,” said Joey as he brought over one of the bongs. Taking a hit, he handed bong and torch to me while sinking to his knees. Taking my semi into his mouth, he began to suck, his mouth like warm velvet, and then slowly let that white cloud out as he got me harder and took me deeper. Heaven! Girly squealing forgotten, I sparked the torch, rolled the bowl and took a big rip luxuriating in the excellent head I was now receiving. Clicking the torch off, I was about to exhale when a hand cupped my chin and pulled my head to my left side and a strong mouth clamped over mine. Quick to catch on, I exhaled into this new throat, and we exchanged that smoke back and forth a few times before letting it escape as a cloud between us. The mouth of course belonged to the last guy in the room, the muscular smooth leather guy who smiled as he took a huge hit himself and repeated what we’d just done, again letting the cloud envelope the three of us. He stepped back just a bit and with his leather codpiece now off, I could see the fat cut cock with the big gauge P.A. that was starting to chub up and might be as big or bigger than the pierced piece Roger was currently face-fucking Charlie with. Wow! Doug was likely to need another slam to take these two hefty dongs. After drawing another big hit from the pipe he handed it down to Joey who paused his oral ministrations on my tool while he too took a large hit then set the kit down. Returning to his amazing blow job, Joey slowly exhaled his cloud around my dick. Hot leather dude, who turned out to be Max, slid behind me rubbing that beer can between my cheeks and reaching around to work my nips – hard – and nuzzled my neck as he slowly let that fuck-smoke out to curl up around our faces. I moaned letting these two hotties get me hard again, as it was my turn after Keiran. Speaking of our Boston Boy, he was throwing Doug a nice steady fuck. Between their heavy making out, when they’d come up for breath Doug would moan and growl and beg for this all to go on forever. At the rim-seat Charlie was now servicing Warren from below while Roger fed Warren’s hungry mouth. On the screen, they’d switched off again, and for a few moments, I was puzzled as it seemed like Brendon was taking another turn before some of the other guys had even their first try. Then I noticed the legs were more muscular, the shoulders a bit broader, biceps bigger and the balls hung down lower. When someone came into the left side of the vid with a torch and pipe, the guy I thought was Brendon turned his head to take a long hit. Some silver was shot through the hair, a squarer jawline and there was a handlebar moustache – FUCK! That hot stud could only be Brendon’s father whom he mentioned would likely stop into for a “dip”. Hearing me growl out “DAMN!” both Joey and Max saw the same thing I did and agreed, saying: “hello daddy”, and “how do we get him over HERE?” Kieran was tapping out and motioned me over. “If you are still in the mood to fuck after you’ve done our guest of honor, I’d be up for taking that beauty,” I said to Max the Leather Stud. “And anything you want to do sweet thing, top or bottom, is fine with me…” I told Joey as I headed to the sling. Grabbing the Max Impact, I sprayed it into the provided washcloth and stuck it in Doug’s mouth, telling him to suck on it for a while. As he did, I dropped to my knees and began to rim his hungry hole. The skin of his pucker was almost fever hot, but as I rimmed that sweet young ass, I noted that all I tasted was him and some lube. No one at least so far had bred him. As I chowed down, I saw the cloth fall to the floor as Doug really began to moan and writhe around a bit more. “Mmmmmm, please Daddy.” Okay, no need to hit me over the head. Before I stood, I covered my cock with lube and wiped the excess off on his hole. Standing up I noticed the sling was a bit low for me, which if I’d been thinking made sense considering whose sling it was. Not wanting to stop the action to adjust it, I just imagined I was in dance class and put my legs into a deep second position and slid into that warm silky sleeve – now so open that he drew me in all the way to the balls in one slow thrust. Nice… Doug and I sighed at the very same time. I began to thrust using my crouched position and my hips and my ass muscles to pump with a circular horizontal motion along with my in-and-out motion so that I was literally screwing him. Each time the head of my cock dragged over his prostate he’d shudder and buck his ass and back a little bit off of the sling. That was totally fine with me since it allowed me to straighten my leg muscles for a few seconds each time he did. “Enjoying that?” I asked, smiling down at him. “It’s wild, ya’ know? Never thought I’d be doing this and liking it too!” This was hot, but nowhere near the turn on for me that deflowering Vice the night before was. Vice was more my speed looks-wise, personality-wise, and his enthusiasm was just different. More honest, actually. I still could not shake the feeling that Doug wasn’t all in on this, and had been bullied into it – a thought that was bolstered a minute later when we heard the noise coming from the screen where whoever was fucking Cassie at that moment was yelling “Yeah girl, you like that REAL man’s dick up inside you? Not like that little thing your girly-boy has, hell you can hardly call that a dick at all – look at that faggot up there, taking as much dick if not more than you are… look at that slutty bitch! You want a real dick inside you all the time now, don’t you?” “Yes, yes I do! I want a real man’s dick, so big, so thick…” Turning back to the newbie in the sling, I saw the look on his face – hurt, anger, betrayal – before Joey arrived and quickly popped the stem of a bong into Doug’s mouth and striking the torch while coaxing the kid to take in some heavenly clouds and let himself give in to the pleasure. As he was sucking in his second hit I smiled down and said, “Ignore them. Just because you like getting fucked doesn’t make you a girl or a bitch or less of a man, okay? I mean I like getting fucked almost as much as I like fucking, do you think I’m less of a man?” “Or me for the same reason?” asked leather bound Max. Doug looked at both of us and shook his head ‘no’. “Good, so just enjoy yourself and forget about them. I’m sure once the drugs wear off, she’ll be really apologetic…” I told him, despite harboring doubts to myself that she would. Taking a rip off the glass cock, I leaned down and shotgunned it to him as I began to pick up my fuck pace. Soon his wilted erection began to return – ah, youth! I pounded him a few minutes more, but didn’t regain my mood fully, and decided to surrender the field to his next Top. Looking at the weapons both Max and Roger sported between their legs, I looked over to Joey and pointed out those two big torpedoes and whispered, “Maybe he needs another small point before he takes those two?” Joey nodded in agreement, and rushed over to the supplies to set up a rig for Doug while I got him some Gatorade and made sure he drank a good amount. With only a few gulps left in the bottle, Roger used a dropper to add just a bit of G to the remaining beverage, encouraging Doug to drink it while Joey got the slam ready. Keiran, Charlie and Warren came over and we blew some clouds and got rehydrated ourselves. Helping Doug out of the sling for a minute, we brought him to the bathroom so he could piss, then bundled him back into the sling. Warren got down in front of the sling and began to rim and suck on the newly minted hungry manhole in front of him causing Doug to sigh and curse. Charlie was sucking Roger’s pierced cock when Joey tied off, found a vein, registered and then steadily pumped Miss T into Doug’s arm, pulled the tourniquet and then raised the arm up. The College kid coughed out a number of times, then started grabbing his nips and whining about being empty. Warren backed away and Roger stepped between Doug’s legs while slathering his big boy with lube. Nodding furiously, Doug tried to push his ass closer to that magnificent tool, and Roger obliged pushing slowly but steadily in, pausing once when the kid gritted his teeth and hissed. Joey was still playing assistant, so he grabbed the cloth from the floor, sprayed it with Max Impact, and shoved it into the open mouth, commanding him to suck on the cloth. Sure enough, the tension left Doug’s body and he just hummed out “Mmmmmmm..” as his hole took Roger in completely to the root, and the cloth in his mouth dropped out. Let me tell you, that was hot to watch. Max came up beside me as I was watching the scene and distractedly stroking my cock. “You like to give rim jobs?” he asked expectantly. “Nothiing gets me harder than having a guy really devour my hole.” “Oh hell yeah I do.” He pointed to the rim-seat, and grabbing the cloth and Max Impact, I moved over to the seat while spraying a good amount into the cloth. I lay on my back and slid under the seat, adjusting the neck support so that I was comfortably positioned below the center and began to suck on the wet cloth. Looking up I saw that magnificent muscular male ass descending towards me. Damn! I pulled the cloth out and handed the can and cloth up to Max as he settled in and got comfortable. The effect of the spray hit me at that point, and I went nuts chowing down on that tasty clean hole, kissing, sucking, nibbling, licking and tongue-fucking the hot leather dude while he ground down on me and moaned. I lost myself in the nirvana for a minute or two and then felt someone lubing up my dick and holding it vertical. Soon enough, a warm snug hole slid down my member and landed fully in my lap. It felt like whomever it was leaned forward, realizing the guy was giving Max head while I rimmed him. Perfect. This was where I love to be, fully invested in the pleasure only a bunch of horny, piggy, and tweaked men can bring! In the background I could hear Doug moaning and talking a blue streak asking for more. It was idyllic.

Hi everybody! I’m a 43 year old bottom daddy type in NYC. I’m new to this site and also new to embracing my desire to become a cum dump for daddies and sons, no loads refused. Eventually I’d love to be in a gangbang too. I have a fairly tight hole, but I wanna get it loosened up so I can take all dicks, especially daddy dicks. Any advice on how to get started or anyone who wants to help me down the path of being corrupted like I want so bad?

I am going to get a hotel room in the San Diego area - within the next two weeks - for a full day and night of breeding. I’d like to get the details (where, when, who) all planned and worked out in advance as much as possible - it’ll make the “hole” experience more enjoyable for everyone. 😈 If you’re a top or vers who is interested in having some fun (can be a quick cum and go, or we can hang out for longer and get even more twisted if that’s what you’re looking for). I want to be strapped into my sling making sure my hole is always wide open and ready to take all loads - from any guys who want to dump their seed deep inside me. No loads refused. My plan is to have a few or more guys scheduled ahead of time - keeping the fun flowing and having too many people in the room at the same time. DM me if you’re interested in joining, and we will set it up I want to make this as easy for everyone as I am 🐷 This is real, I’m seriously going to get the room and do this - want to schedule it for a day that works best for as many of you as possible!

I dont post very often but ive been so damn horny as of late and keep having the same fantasy so i figures id try my hand at writing a story This is just a story but damn do I wish I could make it true. So me and my husband are pretty open sexually. We often bring people into the bedroom (both tops and bottoms). About a year ago I've been in a very strong bottom mood and have been wanting to do more and more, and with our Thanksgiving trip coming up we decided to have some out of town fun and push my limits as a bottom. Fast forward to our trip, my husband asks me if I'm still wanting to push my limits, I agree. So we decide to look for tops to gangbang me in our hotel room. We make a post on sniffies for a pump and dump he adds pictures of my hole dripping his load to get attention, but he gets a little nervous about me taking so many anon loads so he makes sure to say that condoms are a must. We both look around for guys to add making sure they know they can't fuck raw. We get to our hotel room and I go to shower and prep for the night, I still keep checking to see if there's any new requests. Thats when I see a message from "rawdaddytop". He sends over some pics of a beautiful thick cock with a big PA piercing. Tells me he loves to breed sloppy holes. This makes me rock hard, I respond back saying how hot he is and that I never took a PA before. I also tell him the hubby doesn't want anyone breeding me but him. It took him a few minutes to respond and I thought I may have scared him off, but he responds with "I normally only fuck raw but I'll bring a condom special for that ass" this makes me so horny and I send him a request to join. He says "I'll join but since I have to use a condom I want your hole sloppy, I'll only fuck you after your hubby breeds you but I wanna watch, and fuck you right after. I also want your hands cuffed and for you to wear a ball gag" I don't see the harm in this so I agree and finishing prepping. Later that night I set up a bowl of condoms on the nightstand with a bottle of lube. We set up the event so that guys will come one at a time. I posted the room number and got in position. The hubby starting me off getting me lubed and open by fucking me while we wait, telling me how much of a whore I am for doing this. Then we had out first knock on the door, the hubby let him in I just lay there waiting I hear him unbuckle and feel him add lube to my hole, and quickly enter me before the hubby even finished propping the door open. He starts fucking me fast and hard, calling me a whore telling me to take his dick. He keeps Jack hammering me until he shoves himself balls deep. "Fuck you feel amazing, trying not to blow into you too soon". The hubby must of heard that because he got up to watch the fuck and saw he never put on a rubber. My hubby quickly told him he needs to put on a rubber. He pulls out and a swear I can feel something running down my balls, i hear him tear open the rubber and put it on and tell my husband "sorry I saw that pic of his sloppy hole and thought he wanted it raw". He enters me again and started to really pound my hole. He goes on for another 5 min or so before another guy walks in, he gives me a few deep thrusts and I hear him grunting before he pull out, slaps my ass pulls off the condom and throws it next to me, and leaves. The second guy already wrapped and lubing himself. I take what must have been 8-10 guys before the room was finally empty again, I lay there exhausted but also still wanting to get fucked. The hubby slides into me easy telling my how slick and open my ass is, how much lube was in my ass. We both must have been really enjoying the fuck because neither of us heard my last fucker walk in. The hubby starts long dicking my hole getting really into it. "Yeah fucking breed his hole, get him nice and ready for me" the hubby clearly startled just responded by fucking me harder "fuckkkk here it comes, take my load baby" he shoves into me deep breeding me hard, I feel rope after rope shooting into me. "Fuck I needed that" he said as he rolls off of me laying exhausted next to me. "Fucking hot, now it's my turn, hands behind your back boy." I realized then it was "rawdaddytop" I put my hands behind my back he reaches over to cuff me and I can feel his PA touching my hole. "Alright next is the ball gag" he reaches over to gag me and I feel his head pop in my hole and let out a little moan. The hubby who now regained his breath was getting hard again at the sight of me restrained and gagged. "You wanna watch me fuck your bitch or would you wanna fuck one of mine?" Me and the hubby both confused, but with me not being able to question anything with the ball gag in my mouth. "Your bitch? What do you mean" "I had my bottom bitch drive me here, gave him a fat load since I can't fuck this one raw" "Fuckkkk you don't care if I breed him?" "No he's nothing but a fuck hole, breed him deep so he's nice and lubed for me and the boys later" "Fuck that's hot well I don't see the harm in it, besides you'll be using my boy so it's only fair. But you still have to use a condom." "Thats fine by me besides I'm already wrapped and lubed see?" After a pause I hear my hubby say to send him up, that they could get fucked together on the bed. "Rawdaddytop" was on his phone texting and said "He's on his way up now, but doesn't like seeing another bottom getting fucked, you down to fuck him in the bathroom?" The hubby was quite for a second "Don't worry I'll take good care of your boy here, you can come back and join us when you finish up" "Okay fine but condoms are a must" "You won't get any complaints from me" I hear the door open and shut and hear "rawdaddytop" tell say "Be a good boy and take care of him, make sure to take your time and make him feel good and you'll get a nice reward" With that they dissapeared into the bathroom. I was in complete shock, is he really going to leave me alone with this guy? We always play together and I'm laying here ass up hands bound, ball gagged with this big thick daddy behind me with a raging hard on and PA piercing. "Mmm good now I have this ass all to myself, have you been a good boy? How many loads have you taken?" I couldn't answer due to the gag but shook my head no. "Aww come on don't lie to daddy, I know you took at least one load." I was very confused thinking back on each guy that fucked me, then it clicked the very first guy. Did he breed me in that short amount of time he was raw? Before I could even finish the thought I felt daddy start pushing into my hole. "Mmmm and here's load #2 boi, open up for daddy" I start fighting the restraints confused, I thought he was using a rubber what does he mean "Your dumb ass husband was too busy thinking about the twink I brought him he didn't even notice the condom I put on was from the used pile you had here, I just flipped it inside out, lubing your ass up with some more anon cum" I started really fighting against him and managed to break free, but he just got mad held me down and said that I need to learn to be a good hole. He grabbed another rubber and I felt him shuving it up my hole "Your gonna learn to be a good little cum hole tonight, we're gonna start by teaching you not to waste cum, we're gonna fuck each one of these condoms into you" We? What does he mean? My husband won't agree to that. I heard the door open and close again "Alright we gotta be fast his husband's in the bathroom fucking that twink we found" Part 2 coming . . .

Marie was forced to take on a traveling assignment for work, she was not the type to travel or leave her hubby that she loved very much. She and David had been married for two years and he was the only guy she ever had sex with. David was in great shape, dark hair and a nice 6' dick. Sex was not something they did often only three times a week and she rarely had an orgasm unless David ate her out. So she came once a week. David was disappointed that she would be traveling but she had to stay working or keeping the house would be an issue. Marie's first assignment out of town had her staying for a week, she would fly in Sunday and leave Friday evening. David and Marie had more than a few arguments that weekend but by the time David drove her to airport on Sunday afternoon they had made up and had sex and David got her off so they were in a good place. They kissed and Marie cried a little as she left to get on the plane and head off to San Diego for her training week for her new position where she would have to be in San Diego every other week for three to four days. Hours later Marie checked into her hotel after picking up her rental car. She had sat beside a young guy who flirted with her the entire way and she had to admit he made her wet and horny. She unpacked and got out her vibrator and thought about him. She kept trying to keep her mind on David but Ryan kept creeping back into her head. Ryan was tall 6'3 muscled blonde with deep blue eyes and really big hands he kept putting them on the arm rest. She was just about ready to cum when her phone went off and she did not recognize the number, she answered and it was Ryan. He said Marie, glad I caught you while I was still around town. I have your credit card and thought you might need it. Marie was flush and she quickly thanked him and tried to gain her composure. Give me your hotel address and room number and I will drop it off. Without thinking Marie gave him her room number and address and hotel name and he said yea, I know that hotel I am 10 minutes away. See you soon! Marie stood there wet and horny and put her vibrator away and got dressed. She put on her panties, yoga pants and a top and before long she heard a knock at the door. Ryan stood there in a tight shirt and shorts and she could help but glance down and she could see the outline of his dick though the tight shorts and he smiled and said aren't you going to invite me in as he started to move closer and Marie moved out of the way and felt very uncomfortable but she also was horny as fuck. Ryan walked over to the window and looked out at her view and said, wow I have never seen this view while I stayed at this hotel. My last room was much larger but had a crappy view, you know you can see the ocean and my condo from here, come over and I will show you. Marie walked over and stood beside Ryan and he slide behind her and then pointed over her shoulder toward the water and asked her if she could see it? She nodded and he slide his other hand on her hip, it sure is beautiful isn't it. She agreed and knew she should pull away but stayed right here, Ryan rubbed her leg and then with the other hand he lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head and rubbed a hand out her flat stomach and then fondled her breast with his big hands. Marie knew she should tell him to stop, cry out she was married and could not but he felt so amazing and she could feel his dick growing against her back and she could not believe this was happening to her. Ryan leaned down and kissed her neck and his hands slide down to her yoga pants and panties and slipped them off quickly and then slide his hand on her hip and then over to her clit and rubbed her pussy and soon he was inside her with his long digit and she was shaking. Ryan picked her up and carried her to the bed and she started to say stop but Ryan kissed her before she could get it out. She kissed him back while he slide down his shorts and let his 9" dick slip onto her stomach and then he pulled off and pulled his shirt off and went back to kissing her and they made out for five minutes till he pulled up and kissed her neck, and worked his way down to her breast and then stomach and finally her pussy and he began to eat her out and within three minutes she was so hot she came for the first time and Ryan kept eating her cunt and the pulled off and kissed his was back up as his dick rested against her pussy and he began to slide it back and fourth and Marie spread her legs more and more and soon he was pressing his thick dick inside her and she whispered you are too big, stop but Ryan slowly pulled back and forth until he was going deeper and deeper inside her and she came on his big dick when it was only half way inside her. Ryan spent the next two hours making her cum and giving Marie two of his loads deep inside her. When he was finished he pulled out and said he needed a shower and soon Marie heard the water running. She could see her husband had called and left her a voice mail and a few text and she was sad. She had never done anything like this before and when Ryan came out naked he thanked her and he could she she was upset and as he got dressed he said babe, this is just sex. I know you have a husband but this was nothing more then you using a huge dildo or vibrator to get off. I will be back tonight at 10 PM for round two and he leaned down and kissed her and made out with her again. I have a girlfriend too and we are going to be married in a year so this is just what we both needed nothing more. Marie knew she needed to reach out to her husband and picked up the phone and called, she felt so guilty but she put on a brave face and talked to him about the flight and this night old man who sat next to her telling her about his life and grown children. She basically lied her ass off about Ryan so her husband would have no clue that she had cum in her pussy from a young stud who had just left.

hello everyone! I've always wanted to organise a meet where id just leave the hotel door on latch and have guys come in dump a load and leave - anonymous and/or not. trying to find a hotel in london where i can do that --- meaning guys can just walk in and up to my room without anyone asking or checking at all. anyone know a couple places like that? the cheaper/sleazier the better!

“Hold him down.” The pressure on my arms increased as the two men standing on either side of me tightened their grips, each of them using both hands to pin my arms to the desk. I felt the cold shock of lube in the crack of my ass, then another hand ran up and down, spreading the liquid liberally and massaging my pucker before sliding two fingers inside to open me up. “You’re in for it now,” said one of the men holding me down. I could hear the sneer in his voice. “Ever been fucked with a cruel condom?” A different voice in my ear this time, whispering. His voice. I didn’t have to wonder how I had come to find myself in this predicament. As it usually does, my libido did all the talking – and had gotten me into a heap of trouble this time. Here I was at nine o’clock on a Friday night, blindfolded and bent over a desk in a nearly-empty office, waiting to be penetrated by an eight-inch cock sleeved in the equivalent of a Brillo pad. The objective: shred my insides and get me ready to take highly viral poz cum from each man in the room. It had started – as it usually does – with a message on a hookup app. I’m very up front that as a bottom, I am 100% condom-free and have been almost two decades. What the men who fuck me don’t know is, I lie about being on prep and doxypep. I’m not, nor have I ever been. I prefer my sex to be random, anonymous, and as risky as possible. I thrive on it. For nearly half of the two decades I’ve been a bottom, I’ve dabbled with on-again, off-again fantasies of joining the poz brotherhood. More recently, those desires have been much more ‘on’ than ‘off’. While I had always known that becoming poz was probably inevitable, the desire for it had grown into a need, a primitive hunger that was becoming harder and harder to deny. So when he contacted me to say that he had a group that was looking for a raw bottom like me, and I had seen the word ‘Positive’ next to his HIV status, a voice in my lizard brain told me I had to say yes. Less than three hours later, I found myself in a small, non-descript office park, walking into a building to find him, waiting behind a counter. He had opened a door to the office beyond and ushered me in, positioning me on the table before turning on the lights to reveal his group. Each had a matching biohazard tattoo just above and to the left of his cock. The mark of a brotherhood. And they wanted me to join. He had placed a blindfold over my eyes and secured my ankles to the legs of the desk using zip ties. “Quick poll, guys,” he said. “Should I ram it in and get it over with for him, or slide in nice and slow so we can enjoy his pain?” “Fast,” said the guy on my left. “Slow,” replied the one on my right. Then came a chorus of voices from around the room. “Slow.” “Slow.” “Fast.” “Fast.” Six different voices. And he would make seven. “Tie vote!” he chuckled. “Guess I’m the tiebreaker.” With that, I felt the cold tip of the metal sheath press against my hole. I did my best to clench myself shut, to stave off his invasion, but it was to no avail. My anal sphincter had long ago been destroyed to the point that there was little muscle left. Chalk it up to decades as a bottom slut. Despite my best efforts to the contrary, I opened for him. I braced myself for what was to come. “Slow it is.” I could hear the smirk on his face as he whispered the words so only those closest to him could hear. The smooth tip of the cruel condom was inside me now. I felt another cold stream of lube as he prepared to push deeper. The pressure was slow and steady, but relentless. I have no words to describe the shock of pain that exploded within me as the abrasive portion of the condom reached my flesh. My asshole had been a source of pleasure for more than two decades, but now it was the source of the worst pain I had ever felt. It was like a wildfire, burning with such fierce intensity it was impossible to believe that it would end. The cruel condom scratched and tore at my insides as he pushed his way deeper and deeper. I bucked and twisted, but the two men kept their hold on me. With his weight now pushing me into the desk, I had nowhere to go. At last his progress slowed, then stopped. My entire being seemed to be on fire. I let out a low, guttural moan and realized that it was my first verbal reaction to his assault. “Mmmmmm,” came his reaction. Then, to the group, he said, “He took that pretty well, wouldn’t you agree, guys?” A chorus of voices echoed their agreement. “Now, let’s see how he does with this!” He pulled his hips back quickly, drawing his cock – and the metal sheath surrounding it – completely out of my body. The cruel condom ripped its way out of me like a bayonet on the battlefield. Almost before I could react, he rammed it back inside me, burying his cock to the hilt and tearing me even more deeply. My whole body tensed as the sensation of a million volts of searing electricity surged through every nerve. The scream seemed to come from somewhere else, somewhere outside my body. I flopped back onto the table, barely aware that I was whimpering and drooling. “I’d say he’s ready for our little gift!” he exclaimed. He slowly withdrew his cock, but if the cruel condom did any more damage, I couldn’t feel it. My whole body had gone numb. Someone I couldn’t see placed a brown bottle under my nose and held a nostril shut. Instinctively, I inhaled mightily. He swapped nostrils. After a couple of deep breaths, my heart was racing in my ears and I felt light-headed. Normally I loved the sensation, but it did nothing to relieve the throbbing, burning pain in my ass. I heard a slight rattle and then he stood before me. His cock looked as though it had been torn a little. It was red and a few small spots of blood were visible. Or was that my blood? Then he held the cruel condom in front of my eyes. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. Not only was the shiny silver implement of torture now completely covered in blood, stuck in between the small abrasive teeth were tiny bits of flesh. My flesh. “All yours, boys,” he said, a joyous tone in his voice. And then it began. The brown bottle made regular appearances under my nose, and as my head swam, one by one each of the men in the room took his turn. No one used any lube – I was bleeding enough that they didn’t need any. Each man stood behind me, grabbed me by the hips and shoved his cock inside my destroyed ass with no mercy. Cock after cock depositing load after load of toxic cum deep in my torn-up guts. By the time the two men holding me down were ready to take their turns, I was too exhausted and out of it to do anything but lay there. They took their turns, then he was the only one who hadn’t yet gotten off. One more round of the brown bottle, and he sauntered up behind me. His weight once again pressed me into the desk as his now bare cock found its target and slid inside me. By now, I felt nothing more than a dull throb in my ass. Either the poppers had done their work, or my mind had shut off most of the pain receptors in that region of my body. Maybe it was both. I could feel and hear his hips slapping against my ass as his pace quickened, until with a small gasp he added his toxic DNA to the others’. It was over, or at least I thought it was. As he slid out of me, I heard him say, “Anyone want seconds?” “I will.” “Yeah, me too.” Too spent to do anything about it, I rested my cheek on the desk as not one, not two, but three of the men took another turn. My blood ran slightly cold when I realized that I would be leaving with ten loads of poz cum inside me. But what did the number matter? I was most likely doomed the moment the first man unloaded inside my bloody, torn-up hole. Then, to add insult to literal injury, he stepped in front of me. His cock, now flaccid, was soaked in a pinkish mixture of blood and cum. “Clean me up,” he ordered. I have always been a fan of ass to mouth, but I found the thought of taking his cock in my mouth at that moment repulsive. And yet, my lizard brain was not done with me. I am a cum dump, after all, and a cum dump’s duty is to clean off his top’s cock. So I dutifully opened my mouth. Normally I savor the taste of cum and ass and a little lube on my tongue, but his cock had a strong metallic taste that set my teeth on edge. Nevertheless, I sucked him in balls-deep and bathed him with my tongue, swallowing everything I had cleaned off him. Seeing me do that for him, the three men who took a second turn each wanted a turn in my mouth, too. I sucked each of them clean in succession, certain that I would never again stop tasting the iron from my blood. At last they were done with me. They cut my ankles loose from the desk and helped me to a chair so I could rest for a few moments. A shock of pain shot through my body as my ass touched the seat. A bottle of Gatorade appeared in my hand and I slugged it back. After a few minutes I began to regain my senses. Most of the men had left; only he remained with two others. Together, they helped me get dressed and led me to my car. He placed a towel on the seat before they helped me in. I moved slowly, but before long I was driving away. When I got home, I found that the blood and cum had seeped through my underwear and pants and stained the towel. Thankfully, it had not penetrated all the way to the seat. I worked my way up the steps to the lobby and into the elevator. Reaching my apartment, I closed the door behind me and walked directly to the bedroom. I barely had time to notice the clock read 10:45 pm before, mentally and physically exhausted, I collapsed face-first on my bed. In no time I had drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning and checked my texts before taking what I knew would be a somewhat painful shower. There was a message from him containing an image and measurements for the biohazard tattoo he and the others had sported, along with the contact information of the studio that had done theirs. Accompanying the file was a simple message. “Welcome to the brotherhood.”

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Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

Mum abanded me when I was a baby. Left me in the care of my uncle who I call Daddy John and his husband Steve. Or as I call him, Daddy Steve. They have worked hard to give me a good up brining; giving me the best education and a safe home to come to. But this is not a story about my up bringing… Well not that kind of up bringing… It’s more a story of my coming into my own true self. It’s a story about me becoming the piggy faggot boy whore that I am. My daddy’s are very well off. Got a bit of money behind them. Daddy John owns a construction business and Daddy Steve is a real estate agent. So it’s no surprise that we live in a beautiful inner city modern home in the heart of Sydney, designed and built by Daddy John himself. I come to visit him at work from time to time and it is interesting to see how his employees stand straight whenever he is nearby. Daddy John is a unit for a 67 year old. 186cm, big broad shoulders, thick thighs, stone arms and a solid butt. He always wears jeans that seem tight on him, showcasing his huge bulge just below his leather buckle and he always tucks in his checked shirt in. Never wears a tie and leaves his top couple of buttons undone which opens up to his thick salt and pepper hairy chest. He keeps his rugged silver beard maintained, cropping his sharp jaw line, but doesn’t over groom it to the point it looks to show pony, and his salt and pepper hair neatly cut with a slight combover. Daddy Steve on the other hand is 52 years old and he is always on the go. At home he would always be pace a hall on his phone conducting business or closing a sale, but he still always finds time to help me with my homework or have a general catch up about my day. He too is quite a masculine man. Not the big unit like Daddy John, but still fit a fuck. He looked a little like Frank Grillo. He works like every morning to maintain his shredded body and only wears tailored made suits. But when he has the chance, he likes to show off his assets. Always in his speedos taking a dip in the indoor pool. His washed board abs are coated in a fine coat of hair that tails up to his chest. He is so chiselled, the hair on his chest thickens around the top of his abs up through the middle of his pecs then spreads out right up to the top of his neck line. Grey hair is starting to show in his hair, like Daddy John and even though he does not say anything, I think he is worrying that he is getting old. My name is Scott. I am 18 years old and like any other boy my age, I do all the teenage things. I go to school, play football, hang out with my mates when my Daddy’s allow me to, smoke joints, go off to parties. But something just did not feel right. I never quite felt like it was my scene, my life. I was floating through it waiting for something. But I just did not know what. But all this changed a few weeks after I turned 18. You see, I never really thought about Daddy John and Daddy Steve having sex until I accidently stumbled across them doing exactly that. They did not know I came home early from football practice one Wednesday night, I walked into the kitchen and that’s when I saw it. Daddy John had one of his massive hairy hands wrapped around the back of Daddy Steve’s neck, his other on Daddy Steve’s waste while furiously fucking Daddy Steve in his ass. Daddy Steve looked like he was in pain, struggling with the invasion. ‘Take daddy’s cock you fucking faggot.’ Daddy John grunted at Daddy Steve and worked up flehm and spat it on Daddy Steve’s back. Daddy Steve panted and moaned as Daddy John just fucked away. ‘Yeah, That’s it pig. Take that raw cock.’ Daddy John continued. Something inside me switched. I don’t not know what happened. I never considered myself as a gay. I never thought of myself as anything. But watching my Daddy’s fuck sparked something in me and I felt myself harden in my football shorts. Daddy Steve’s eyes were watery. He look like he was going to cry. For a moment I felt sorry for him because he seemed in pain, but then I saw his hard cock swinging back and forth from Daddy Johns thrusts. I have seen his cock before when I was younger, but I had never seen it like this. it had to be at least 10inches and as thick as a Rexona spray can. His balls sat nice a tight below his cock and I could tell that he manscapes by the shape of his pubic area. ‘You ready for it faggot?!’ Daddy John grunted. And before Daddy Steve could reply, Daddy John did one last hard slam into Daddy Steve’s ass and moaned out loud. It scared the shit out of me for how loud he moaned. It was like a lion roaring. ‘Take that load you fucking whore!’ Daddy Steve moaned as well. But it was more like a painful moan than a joyful one. This went on for what seemed like ages and then Daddy John spat on Daddy Steve again and pull his cock out. I watched as a stream of cum squirted out of Daddy Steve’s hole. It was like his hole could not hold onto all that cum. And I was jaw dropped when I saw Daddy John’s cock. I thought Daddy Steve was big, but Daddy John took the crown. From what I could tell it was at least 12.5inches long and easily as thick as the largest part of my forearm. It glistened from all the slick juices from Daddy Steve’s arse which highlighted the still pulsing thick veins webby down Daddy John’s shaft. Oh and his knob was like a firm purplish helmet an inch thicker than the shaft. He then pushed Daddy Steve to his knees ‘Clean up that mess you made, pig.’ And shoved his cock down Daddy Steve’s throat. I watch as Daddy Steve’s blood shot eyes bulged out his head as he choked on it. Daddy John did not care one bit that Daddy Steve was gasping for air. He just kept pumping hard down daddy Steve’s through. It must have been too much for Daddy Steve because his gag reflex gave in and coughed up mucus all over Daddy John’s shaft, matting Daddy John’s pubs. This was too much for me. I quickly raced up stairs before they saw me and hopped in the shower. I was both aroused and scared of what I just saw. The way Daddy John treated Daddy Steve was wrong. It was degrading and unrespectful, but it was so hot and arousing at the same time. My cock deceived me and it was rock hard again. I pulled myself off and blew the biggest load all over the glass shower door. To be continued

It was a typical Saturday afternoon and I was at my usual spot outside of the bookstore. A sleazy, popular joint that attracted all kinds of men and was an easy place to deal. If I thought I was being watched I could just slip inside and get lost for a while, always at least getting my big,11 inch ebony snake sucked, or dumping my load in some hungry manpussy. I didn't even have to pay to enter the maze of booths. The owner was a regular customer and I'd let him worship my monster, so I had unlimited access to the arcade. I was leaning against the side of the building, waiting for one of my regulars to come by when a black Escalade parked across the street, half a block down. I didn't think nothin of it when nobody got out right away. Wasn't unusual for dudes to sit in their cars getting up the nerve to actually go inside. It must have been about 15 minutes before the driver finally got out, and damn if one look at him didn't get my cock stirring in my jeans. Out stepped the sweetest little white boy I had seen in a while! He had to be barely 18 if a day, with strawberry blond hair, and a plump little bubble butt. My eyes followed him as he walked toward the door, nervously looking around before he ducked inside. My hardening dick told me to follow him, and I did. The kid was looking around the store, his hands stuffed into his pockets, obviously new to this whole thing. I could tell he was a rich kid with his Air Jordan's that didn't even have a scuff on them, his Sean John jeans, and his Ralph Lauren shirt. That was no doubt Daddy's Escalade he rolled up in. Hell, he had probably never been to this neighborhood before. But if he was here lookin for what I think he was, he was gonna get more than he bargained for if I had my way. He finally went up to the counter and handed the guy some cash, and showed him his ID. He had to pass by me on the way to the booths and I got a good smell of him. He smelled like soap, teenage boy, and sex. I went up to the counter and got a bottle of poppers and headed back there after my prey. My eyes had to adjust to the dark, but I didn't see my prize anywhere. I wandered the halls for about 5 minutes before I finally saw him exit a booth. He walked past me, giving me a nervous glance that said both, "I don't know what I'm doing", and "I want you." Damn right he wanted me. I was a fine mother fuckin piece of man. 6'2", and at 35, had a rock hard, wirey body, and beautiful ebony skin. The kid went into another booth and started to shut the door. My hand stopped it, and I slid in behind him, shutting the door. He didn't say a word as I gently reached out and stroked his face, but I could feel him tremble. "First time here?" I whispered to him. He just nodded, his blue eyes looking up at me. He wasn't very big, probably 5'9" and slender, but he did possess that plump mound of ass. I placed my hand on it while I said "relax baby boy, Jesse's gonna take real good care of you." I tilted his head back and leaned down, placing my full lips on his. He opened his mouth and I stuck my tongue in him. Mmmmmm....he tasted like candy. My hands rubbed his ass as my mouth took control of him. He just melted into me and I knew I had found my next bitch. I opened up the bottle and held it under his nose. "Breath deep baby boy, this will make you feel good. He inhaled deep like a good boy. I just switched nostrils back and forth a few times while he sucked in the fumes. I sat down on the chair and he sank onto my lap. Grabbing my face he started kissing me passionately while he ground his ass into my lap. I knew I had him hooked. "You like that baby boy?" I asked. "You like how that made you feel?" "Mmmmmmmm yea," he moaned. "Feels good." "I got something else that will make you feel sooooo much better. You wanna try it? You trust me?" "Oh yea," he moaned, licking my neck. Stupid little bitch. He didn't know he just sealed his fate. I pulled a little pipe out of my pocket that I kept preloaded. "You know what this is baby boy?" He just shook his head no. "This is Majic Miss T. She knows how to make you feel real good." I lit my lighter and melted the shards. As soon as the pipe filled up, I took the first hit, blowing the smoke into his mouth. Then I held up the pipe for him. "Breath slow and deep," I told him. Then blow it into my mouth. He did as instructed, so obedient. I just kept feeding him the pipe, until he finished off the bowl in 6, big hits. "Good boy," I told him. "You did that very well." Even in the dim lite I could see his eyes become dark saucers as lust glazed them over. I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his creamy, alabaster skin, and his little pink nipples. I latched my mouth onto one, sucking it hard, and biting it with my teeth. He squealed and writhed, but I held him firm, then attacked the other one. I could feel his hard dick in his jeans pressing into my stomach, assuring me he was loving the rough treatment. I pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them in the corner, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pushed him onto the floor and grabbed the legs, pulling them off, leaving him in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but not for long. I grabbed the waist band and ripped them off, leaving him naked and vulnerable, just how I like my white boys to be. His dick stood straight up out of his patch of reddish pubes, and he looked at me with crazed lust. "How much time you got baby boy?" I asked. "As much as I want. My parents and my sister are on vacation for two weeks." He panted. "Oh bitch," I thought to myself. You don't know what you just got yourself into.

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Ten Years Later… Chapter 1. Ten years ago I took part in my first orgy. I was in college and had a boyfriend back at school, but was out of town on a summer job. I wound up at a 4th of July party with a bunch of hot guys. After a few strong bourbons that went down too quickly, I found myself a bit tipsy in the back yard with four other guys. Peter and Karl were a couple, another, Sam, was visiting for the weekend, and John, on whom I had a secret crush, was a probably about fifteen years older than the rest of us, oh, and he had a very nice, tight body. We all laughed and chatted telling our outrageous stories of exploring gay sex. Sam, the guy from New York was by far the most experienced among us. Sam hinted how piggy he could be, and the older guy told him to prove it. Right there, in front of anyone who cared to see, he dropped to his knees and started tonguing John’s hardening dick through his pants. John stood him up and kissed him hard on the mouth before reaching over for Pete’s crotch. Karl was a bit surprised and swatted his hand away. Pete gave his boyfriend a look as if to say, “Let’s just go with it,” and reached over to grab my dick through my pants. We all made out with each other until Sam invited us all back to his hotel. We walked, quickly, over to the hotel, me in between Sam and John as they both groped my ass, followed by Pete and Karl who were whispering about how far they wanted to go with any group action. Karl didn’t seem to want to share his boyfriend with the group, but Pete was into it. We got to the hotel and Sam had us all strip one by one as he fished out our dicks and sucked our dicks. He managed to get both my cock and John’s cock down his throat simultaneously. It felt so good having my cock sliding against this older guy I had had a crush on for weeks. John maneuvered me to Sam’s ass and taught me how to rim. We licked and fingered Sam’s hole while he alternated between Pete and Karl’s dicks. Sam was moaning as John’s stubbly face ground against his hole. “Somebody FUCK me!” he cried out. John stood me up as Sam scooted to the edge of the bed. He guided my dick into Sam’s hole with one hand on my cock and another at my ass. “What about a condom?” I asked. At this point in my life, I had only had sex with one or two guys, and always safe. Sam pulled off of Pete’s monster dick and asked "Will I catch anything from you?" I shook my head no, and without a word, Sam went back to sucking Pete as John guided my bare cock into Sam's ass. Sam groaned as I bottomed out inside him, and I remember thinking 'Fuck, this feels so good' and honestly I had never known how smooth and silky an ass could feel. I probably only lasted two minutes before I felt my cum stirring in my balls. John could tell I was tensing up and as I tried to back out of Sam, John stood right behind me, with his hard slimy cock working up and down my crack. He wouldn’t move, so I couldn’t pull out! John leaned forward and whispered, “Breed him boy. Get that cunt really wet for me.” With that, I came, shooting the biggest load of my life deep into Sam’s ass. I was trembling as John shoved me away and down onto the bed. John slid easily into Sam as he shoved his hips back to meet John’s thrusts. Pete and Karl descended on my cummy dick, and together, the two of them cleaned my cock of ass juice and cum. Sharing those two boyfriends, who had such an intense bond with each other, was so damned sexy. Sam was groaning, and with his mouth free, talking dirtier than I had ever heard anyone talk. “Gonna fill me up? What’s your name again? Give me your load, you stud!” That talk pushed John over the edge and he fired off into Sam, adding his load to the cummy mix brewing in his guts. When John was finished, he pulled out slowly and the boyfriends devoured his dick. Sam caught his breath and lined Pete and Karl up side by side on the bed on their backs. He squatted over Pete’s dick and rode it for a few strokes before pulling off and riding Karl. He switched back and forth a few times as John stood behind me and tweaked my nipples. “I’ve got an idea,” he said, guiding me to my knees between Karl’s legs as he did the same between Pete’s legs. With Sam bouncing up and down on Pete’s cock, he held Sam’s shoulders down and slid his dick in alongside Pete. Sam screeched with a mix of joy and pain as his ass spread to accommodate two big cocks in him. He stayed still and let the guys below him do the work. He then stood up and lowered himself onto Karl’s cock. John motioned to me to slide in as well, so I did. It felt so tight and so slippery. When Sam couldn’t take it any more, he lay down on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders. Pete mounted Sam and jackhammered into his man pussy. As he approached orgasm, he looked around for Karl, “Can I cum in him? Can I fill him up?” Karl climbed up behind him, grinding his dick into his boyfriend’s ass, preventing him from pulling out. “Is that as 'yes'?” Sam asked. Karl and Pete called out together, “Fuck yeah!” And with that, Pete slammed into Sam’s ass shooting off his load, but he had to get out of Karl’s way quickly as Karl slid into Sam’s hole and came only seconds later. When Karl pulled out, there was a stream of cum dripping out of Sam’s ass. Sam spread his ass cheeks apart and fingered his ass. An unbelievable amount of cum seeped down his hairy crack and onto the sheets. John knelt down and started licking it up. When he had a mouth, and beard, full, he slithered up to Sam’s mouth and dropped a huge wad of cum into his mouth. Fuck, that was hot. Sam went back to New York the next day, and I didn’t play together with John or the boyfriends Pete and Karl again that summer. I did hear that Karl and Pete broke up a few weeks later. And I went back to my boyfriend at school, never telling him that something had been unleashed within me. I started seeking out porn with internal cumshots and creampies. I started seeking out bareback sex videos and orgies and gangbangs. I wanted that freedom again that I had felt that amazing night. This was all before the advent of social media, so I fell out of touch with those guys. Years later, I became 'friends' with them online and reconnected. I wasn’t surprised when most of us had moved to New York. I ran into Sam a few times around town, and once at the beach. When I saw him with his shirt off, I was shocked at how much slimmer he had become. I was also shocked by the biohazard tattoo now emblazoned around his navel. I remarked on it, asking him when he had become POZ, and he told me it happened about ten years ago. I thought back to that night and wondered if he had already been POZZED when we had had our orgy. A few months later, I ran into John on the subway. Damn, he looked good, hotter than ever. His beard was impeccably groomed and this guy was quite the daddy. John seemed more bulky and muscled, with his t-shirt clinging to his wide hairy pecs. I noticed that he too had a new tattoo, and tribal armband that upon closer inspection was interlocking biohazard symbols. I remarked on it, and he just laughed, saying that he was surprised I wasn’t POZ too. He told me that he’d been POZ at least ten years and that he loved breeding NEG boys. I wondered if he had POZZED Sam that night ten years ago when we had had our orgy. He suggested that we get together sometime soon and maybe we could make up for lost time. Fuck, I was practically weak at the knees. Only a few weeks ago, I got a message from Pete online. He messaged me that he was 'being naughty'. In short, he was high was a kite, taking loads, and wanted me to come over and fuck him. I was rock-hard instantaneously. He told me that he liked to rub some drugs into his ass and take cum. I asked if he was still NEG, and he replied, “LOL. Nope. Not for a long time.” Unfortunately I was busy with work, so I couldn’t sneak away and go fuck him. So far, the only boy who wasn’t part of that five-way that doesn’t live in New York is Karl. I looked him up online, and he’s married, to a woman, living in the Midwest raising a family. Seems like he’s not fucking guys any more, at least not publicly, so he’s out of the running. Otherwise, I’d love to have a five-way to mark when I realized what I’ve always been: a cum whore who, as it turns out, craves POZ cum. And I know just the three guys to give it to me. To be continued…

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Hey, I’m new to this forum, but you are my inspiration. For years I’ve wanted to become a cumdump, but have been terrified of taking raw loads. I‘ve always wanted to be the woman in porn who gets pounded in a gangbang and have dreamed of being one of those bottoms from a Treasure Island movie. The strange thing is I’ve always considered myself to be straight and am attracted to women. However, I have to face reality that I’m a submissive beta that women aren’t really interested in and that my role in life is to service alpha men and their cocks. My lust to be used by raw cocks and filled with loads become overwhelming and I finally gave in and got on Prep. I bottomed for 3 guys recently and it was the first time I’ve ever been bred. The feeling of complete submission and being used for the group’s pleasure was so incredible that I crave it everyday. This weekend I finally went to an adult theater and had 7 men use me - they all came in me. There was a woman there watching me moan during it (I was moaning more loudly than the woman getting gangbanged on the movie) and I’ve never felt so slutty in my life, but it was incredible. Sexually it is my role to service dominant men, and it feels like my life is just beginning. Next thing is booking pig week - I’m shooting for 500 loads throughout the week. Clearly once you are bred for the first time, you are forever addicted, but I love it! I’d like to find a master for pig week, if there is anyone who would like to see a new cumdump become a total whore please let me know!

I haven’t written in a while as all my last several fucks have been relatively ordinary, which is to say one-on-one, or at most getting two different loads by the end of the night, but that all changed tonight. I was horny as fuck, drinking wine, and smoking a couple of joints with some friends when this thick veiny-dicked dude called me, saying he wanted to come over to breed my hole. He’s an older man, 48, hairy, well built and with those cocks that for some reason have a protruding lower vein like some misshaped fruit, making the dick hard to ride and kinda painful but once it gets going it's clear he'll wreck the hole he is fucking. True to his word he came right over, but sadly didn't take long to cum. Still I rode him for a while, squeezing my asshole to make sure he opened me well, and as planned, he soon blasted his load deep inside my guts. Afterwards we chatted a bit while I checked Grindr where I learned a friend from school was going to the bathhouse downtown so I reached-out to him, suggesting we go together. He readily agreed. The only day the bathhouse opens all night is on Saturday, until 8:00 AM Sunday morning, so as to catch all the horny party men on the way home. I was cautiously optimistic I'd get several loads without the necessity of fending off rubbers. We got there and my friend and I walked into the dry chamber and I started to blow him. He’s got a really thick and curved dick, so I swallowed it whole and was soon jumping on top of it as seven to nine guys gathered to watch. I counted them as I checked out their dicks, beckoning each one to come forward for a blow while I got fucked. While most of the guys were receptive to my invitation, there was one man who was playing shy most didn’t come over, but eventually he stepped forward and, after some effort, I had his exceptionally long, monster dick which I finally got down my throat, as the man's balls bounced against my chin. After several minutes of working monster dick, I decided to give my jaws a break, so I released the monster dick as I also slid off my friend's cock, and turning around, decided I'd finish off my friend with a blow job. The monster dick, however, was not so easily the discouraged as, without any preliminaries, the monster dick slid into my ass, giving me a vigorous fuck. The audience was getting bigger, and another guy approached us and took my hands towards his cock, which was thick, veiny, long, big - in short, a cock I'd be happy to breed me. “I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?” asked the monster dick in my ass. I couldn't effectively answer him as I was deep-throating my friend. Instead I reached behind myself, grabbed him about his waist, and did my best to hold him steady until he blew. Moaning and grunting, the man stood still until his balls released his sweet liquid in my guts. Two loads so far. Not a bad day. He withdrew and to my great pleasure, the thick, veiny, long cock I noticed earlier slid into my ass. It may have hurt like hell, but the idea of having a dick stirring the two loads inside me helped me take it like a man. He fucked me for a while and was soon announcing that he’d cum soon. “You want it? Beg me for it”, he commanded. Fuck, is attitude got me going. The're nothing like a man who recognizes another's need to be recognized as a cumwhore. “Breed that hole, man, leave that load deep and don’t pull out till every drop is in me”, I said, making sure I was heard. He groaned, moaned and was soon awarding me with my third load of the night, withdrawing only after I relaxed my ass muscles, releasing his cock to make its departure. After this I stood-up, stretched, retrieved my towel and walked straight into the little dark room that’s next to the first floor terrace, hoping as I did so, that some of the crowd would follow me. As soon as I got in a found his big bellied hairy guy just sitting there in the darkness with a really low hanging dick. I was soon on my knees deep-throating that soft meat, that sadly wouldn’t get hard for another while. Fortunately I saw a skinny shadow come towards me. The skinny guy thoughtfully guided my hand towards his crotch where, hot damn, I found more big dick. It was amazing. He turned me around, pushed my head down to continue sucking on the big bellied guy and shoved his dick in my ass. Fuck yes, another big dick was now stirring the three loads in my hole. He fucked me hard and fast, being really loud with the grunting and making sure our skins clapped against each other. A crowd formed in the darkness, and people kept trying to grab my chest and arms and hard dick. When the grunting and moaning got more intense and then quickly subsided I turned around with him still in me and asked “Did you fill that hole good?” “Fuck yes,” he replied, a note of satisfaction in his voice. Abruptly I heard someone moan in the darkness as one of the onlookers came. How the exchange between me and the top could get someone off in a dark room is beyond me, but who am I to judge? He pulled out and I felt something big open my ass. I couldn’t fucking believe I had another big dick mixing up his DNA with the other four loads I had inside. I sensed this guy was older, and his dick was something out of this world - one of those huge cocks that completely fills-up and stretches open a bottom's cavities. The guy leaned over, presenting me with some welcome poppers, giving me time to take several huffs before he proceeded to plow me hard, using a methodical, rhythmic pattern of thrusts that reduced me to a true fuck hole. It was fucking perfect. He asked me for the poppers back and took a hit, telling me he’d come soon. I said aloud “Please fill that hole, sir,” and he followed suit in perfect order. Now, five fucking loads one right after the other from five fucking big dicks don’t happen often where I live, so I had to cherish the moment. Another dick walked behind me and I felt someone lean on me and whisper my name, asking “How many loads to have there, you cunt?” I knew it was my buddy, who I had accompanied in this trip to the bathhouse. "Five," I replied, a smile on my lips. I sensed he was jerking himself off fast, and his cock head was colliding with my ass lips. “Get ready for the sixth,” he said, shoving his terribly thick dick in me. His cock was that which pushed me over the line: I went from spongy to rock hard in seconds, and a load blew out of my cock within a minute or so, leaving the room redolent with the smell of cum, sweat, poppers and ass juices. I turned around and we kissed, celebrating a very successful visit to the bathhouse. After that I got my towel, walked out of the little dark room, took a shower and called a taxi. I'm now heading to bed, the DNA of six different men swirling inside my ass. I can only hope not much will cum will show-up when I make my bathroom call tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.