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[Author's note : Sometimes I like to put myself in a story written by another author and then see where it leads me. This one is based on part of "A late 80’s pozzing (Part 1)--the set up - Bug Chasing & Gift Giving FICTION - Breeding Zone."] It was 1995 when it happened. I was bisexual and my wife Beth knew it, though she wasn’t happy about it. We had tried a couple of threesomes with other guys, and watching me get fucked really bothered her because I clearly enjoyed bottoming so much. After these episodes, it would be weeks before she would let me fuck her. Add to this the obvious risks: it was the height of the AIDS epidemic. We discussed my needs for man sex and agreed that I would stick to condoms and safe sex practices. Also, she would no longer participate with another guy. Instead, she’d sleep in another room while I enjoyed being with him intimately. So this was what we both expected when I invited Stuart, an incredibly handsome, openly gay man, to our house. Beth understood he would have me that night. He had also recently tested positive for HIV, which he didn’t try to hide. Of course, I shared this with my wife. We both simply assumed I would be careful. That's what I fully intended. She went to bed early in our guest room, leaving the master bedroom for Stuart and me. It didn’t take long for us to begin to play. We stripped naked and I saw his huge cock. Stuart offered me a full body massage and was soon working my back, shoulders, and legs with his oiled hands. He paused to slip a tape into the VCR, which he explained showed him in action with some younger guys. Then he started massaging my ass. I tensed up at first, but he wasn’t going for my hole so I relaxed. Stuart had to get more oil as he was running out of his small bottle. When he got back on me, he straddled my thighs. He worked more oil on my ass cheeks as I watched him getting his boy in a sling on the TV. Stuart was really working my ass nicely and his hands were sliding well into my crack. It felt great. The action on the screen picked up as Stuart lubed his boy’s ass and stuck his finger, then fingers, in and out. The boy was moaning and I was doing the same—although very softly. I wondered who was doing the filming because in the next shot Stuart pressed his dick against the hole, and then gently inside. The camera was very close. Thre was no mistaking the fact that Stuart's cock was bare. “Fuck!” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but it was an honest reaction. Stuart said, “Yeah, that is a hot shot.” Stuart and I started to have a naughty conversation. He asked what I thought of his tape. I told him that his private porn was better than anything I had seen – most gay porn by then showed guys fucking with condoms. He continued to massage my ass, fingers rubbing all over. I confessed I was really taken with his video tape: I liked the role playing: he was in charge and the boy was letting him have his way. He simply stated, “Andy, I know you like submitting. Does Beth know that about you when you’re with another guy?” I blushed when I told him that the idea of me bottoming upset her, but I preferred it. Then I admitted that submitting to a dominant top turned me on. I could feel my precum leaking as I said this. Stuart noticed Beth’s pretty watch and her engagement ring, which she had left next to the bed on her nightstand. “Put these on, Andy,” he said. The watch, which I had given Beth for her 35th birthday not long before, was a slender tank-style, with a thin, shiny black leather band, gold case, and delicate roman numerals. The diamond ring sparkled in the light. I liked her to wear them when we made love, as a sign that she was my woman. I slipped them on. It felt weird, very effeminate, but also oddly and really hot. Stuart said, “They fit you perfectly. The watch is so sexy and feminine on you. And the ring is very special. It symbolizes mating and breeding.” “But we’re not gonna to do that,” I said immediately. Stuart just smirked and replied, “If you say so.” He resumed rubbing by ass, giving special attention to my crack and my tight hole. It felt very warm. Stuart’s weight shifted slightly and one of his hands left my ass. I could feel him reaching for more oil, but none was applied to me for a moment. Then he was kneading my ass more aggressively and rubbing his slick fingers over my hole. I was frozen in place. “Stuart, please don’t do anything more without a rubber,” I started to object. He wasn’t hearing anything about stopping. He simply said, “Just let me enjoy your body a bit.” “Beth’s in the other room,” I pointed out. Stuart snickered as he pointed out that she knew exactly what we were going to do. He added that she also implied it was fine by going to sleep in the guest room, which I knew was also true. Stuart went on that this tape was making him really horny—especially with what he called my sexy body underneath him. His slick finger was sliding around my puckered hole. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want,” he promised. “And I never kiss and tell.” Stuart said he was really good at reading men and that I had told him all he needed to know. He leaned forward and his rock-hard dick went between my ass cheeks. Again I froze as he just slowly slid back and forth. He wasn’t fucking me, but I was scared and could feel a cold sweat forming on my chest and under my arms. I glanced at the video and could see a close up of Stuart sliding bareback in and out of the boy’s ass. “My boys love my big dick inside them,” Stuart said smugly. The way that bottom was groaning proved his point. Stuart and I watched the fucking together, both of us breathing a bit harder. Stuart wedged his knees between my legs trying to get them apart. I wasn’t going for that until he gruffly said, “Spread them,” and whacked my ass with his hand. Without thinking about it, I just did what he commanded. “Lift up,” he said as he slid a pillow under my crotch. Again I obeyed. I started pressing my raging hard-on against the pillow while Stuart was grinding between my ass cheeks. The fucking on screen was getting more intense. I could hear Stuart telling the boy that his ass was his and he was going to fill it with his cum. He started to spank the boy hard, making a loud slapping noise. The boy’s high-pitched, girlish voice, whimpering “ah, ah, ah!”, was getting louder and so was the smacking sound. Stuart ordered, “Watch closely, Andy.” He was reaching under my arms to grab my nipples. I was focused on the sensation and the video. So I didn’t pay much attention when he paused rubbing his cock along my crack. On the TV, Stuart pulled out of his boy’s ass and then a huge glob of cum sprayed right against that boy’s still open asshole. In a moment Stuart rammed back inside, telling the boy, “Take my fucking load, cunt!” "Holy, shit!" I exclaimed at this, not really noticing the head of Stuart’s dick was knocking right at my back door. He squeezed my nipples really hard as he pushed, then he eased his grip. My ass tightened, then relaxed. Stuart’s cock head slid in slightly, with me gasping much louder. “Stuart—no!” I grunted. “Not bareback!” He whacked my ass hard with his hand and hissed, “Watch the video—focus on it!” His slick dick – he must’ve oiled it earlier – slid in a few inches right after he smacked my ass. Stuart was pretty much holding still as I adjusted to the intruder. His dick was definitely thicker than any of my other male sex partner’s. I felt stretched and very full. I loved the sensation. I was trembling with fear and excitement. I needed to stop this now! Stuart seemed to understand what I was feeling and he went back to my sensitive nipples and started liccking my ear. Damn! Both of those are major hot spots for me. I turned and we exchanged our first kiss. It was incredibly hot. He was just nudging his cock back and forth a bit; I was responding by opening up to him. My ass felt warm and full. I couldn’t believe how good his bare cock felt inside me. It had been several years since I took anothe rman raw. Stuart was sliding in—it felt amazing! As his torso was longer than mine, he was able to lick my ear and whisper darkly to me. Stuart told me how hot I was, how badly he wanted me, and more seductive words. He sounded both sincere and in control. I was still trembling and leaking tears as well as precum. He finally reached bottom. I felt his balls against my skin. He kept murmuring words of encouragement and praise while letting me get used to him possessing me. I felt hyper aware—his breathing, his warm chest on my back, his hands on my nipples, Beth’s pretty, effeminate jewelry that fit so perfectly on my small hands. His dick throbbed occasionally deep within me. I could feel it quiver. His hands were now against the top of my shoulders and he pulled me up on my hands and knees. On the VCR tape, Stuart was fucking another guy, in the same position that we were in. The camera was stationary and the sound was unclear. But the action filled the screen so completely that I imagined I was a part of it. Stuart had his hands tightly on my hips. He started to fuck me in earnest, thrusting in and out, filling me with that wonderful warmth a bottom feels when he is being pummeled by a thick cock. With a little trial and error, he found the perfect angle for the fuck—my legs spread but now touching his and the height of my ass allowing him total penetration when he pushed in. My head sank to the bed as he groaned, “This is perfect!” I had seen him breed a boy and, as he picked up the pace, I knew what that boy had felt. I was still really scared! I begged him to put a rubber on, but he said he didn’t have any. “Besides,” he added, “I never cover myself.” He did promise to pull out if I wanted him to. My request for him to “just pull out now” was answered with more slick, hot words and slick hot fucking. I found I had lost the power to say no to him. Stuart knew what he was doing. He made me feel all the things a bottom wants to feel: possessed, appreciated, and desired. Stuart seemed attuned to my every sound and movement. After a while, I was squeezing my ass in rhythm to his thrusts. I am a natural bottom and Stuart was taking full advantage of that. Yes, I might be married to a beautiful woman, but this is what I had been born to do. I am good for a long fuck, too. Stuart settled into reaming me as he wanted. I don’t know if it was the pressure against my prostate or what, but after a while I started to feel something almost weird building within me. My dick was beyond hard, even though I wasn’t touching myself. Indeed, my hands were grabbing the sheets. I stared at the pretty watch and the ring, glittering in the light cast by the bedside lamp. I wondered if this was how Beth felt when I was inside her. I was being transported to a new place of sexual awakening, as I started to “ah, ah, ah” like the boy did in the sling. Stuart was now doing his staccato fucking. “Stuart, Stuart, oh Stuart, you are so sweet to me,” I whimpered. My words and pitch, so sissy-like, took me by surprise. When he asked how I was doing, I told him I never wanted him to stop. It didn’t sound like bad porn lines when Stuart said things like “you like that in your cunt, Andy, don’t you?” and “take my big dick, bitch.” I no longer thought of asking him to pull out. Just the opposite – all I wanted was to feel his warm cum inside me. An intense warmth and pressure built up in my ass. It hit me that I was about to cum. If only I could get Stuart to continue just a little longer, a little longer, a little longer. I begged him to keep fucking me exactly like he was. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. I’m cumming!” I was very loud as I exploded into the pillow beneath me, gobs of my jism leaving the pillow beneath me wet and sticky. Stuart’s hands were like steel on my hips. He shoved in as far as he could go and throbbed like crazy. Stuart hissed, over and over, “take it, bitch!” as he released his load into me. I took it all. Then I collapsed on my stomach, bringing Stuart with me—still within me and, now, through his toxic seed, a part of me. It hit me that we had just mated. Stuart called my name softly and hushed my now flowing tears with gentle words and passionate kisses. He also remained latched to my body, plugging my hole. I was too tired mentally and physically to talk about what he had done—no, what we had done. I had wanted it as much as he did. Then I became aware of another presence. I looked up and saw Beth in the doorway. I didn’t know how long she had been standing there, but she must’ve seen and heard a lot. Her eyes locked on mine. Hers were cold, her expression hard. Then she turned away and shut the door. She knew I had let an HIV positive man cum inside me bareback. Our marriage was over at that moment. I had gone too far to turn back. “I want more,” I said. Stuart kissed me and said, “Next time I will bring my video camera.”

Hubby and are 100% out and OPEN, but live in a urban neighborhood in NE ATL that is largely made up of straight, young families. Our next door neighbors are a prime example. The Dad of 2 awesome young children and a sexy ass wife is incredibly sexy — he is about 40 years old and works out constantly. He always engages me in conversations when we are both working in the yard, etc., too. I THINK he has even discretely watched me have sex in my pool and back patio from his 2nd floor deck, but generally comes across as shy. Regardless, I would love to be his secret bottom slut any time he needs a side piece — but without risking the ‘neighborhsip’ or freaking him out. Has anyone done this successfully? Any, tips for opening things up with him without scaring him off? Thanks!!!

I've been a fairly regular visitor to this site, reading all the hot stories in the Chem Set forum and the Bug Chasing forum. Just thought I'd give writing my own story a try. It'll start off a bit slow, seeing as I transformed from being a condom using bottom to a depraved tina-slamming bareback bottom slut. I'm 32, an in shape guy, not overly muscular, not skinny. I am middle eastern by ethnicity. I am in grad school getting my doctoral degree. Some of my friends know that I am gay, some do not. None of them know about my twisted, perverted fantasies though. I used to be a condom only bottom till 2013. Then one night I went out with my friends, had a bit too much too drink, and did what every horny gay man does when drunk, I got on grindr and found a hot 25 year old muscle bear to fuck with. Somehow staggered into his house. God was he HOT. Those huge legs, that chest hair, and that thick veiny 8 inch beauty that stood rock hard. Once my clothes were off and I had deep throated him for close to half an hour he told me to get on all fours while he opened my hole up with his tongue. It was then that he told me that he did not have condoms. A small part of my mind could tell that he must've planned this, having me naked and on all fours, at his mercy before mentioning this. That way I couldn't turn him down. I asked him to just fuck me and not worry about the condom. Over the next one hour I discovered the pleasure of bareback sex. As his thick cock slid in an out of me, something clicked in my mind. I could never go back to condoms. From then on I would only take raw cock. I got 3 loads from him that night before I fell asleep. I woke up to his cock sliding into me again. I ended up taking 2 more for the road before I left. From then on it was on. Every time I hooked up, it was bareback. I insisted on raw cock and a surprising number of people in my town, both students and civilians were more than willing to fuck raw. The only thing I asked before hooking up was their status and would only hookup with negative guys. (Yes I naively believed their status). I had roommates and they didn't like me getting guys over. I had to make do with getting fucked in my office on campus, in the woods, in restrooms among other places. My rule of playing with only neg guys lasted a few months. Then he appeared one morning on grindr. A hairy muscle daddy with a huge 9 incher who wanted to fuck bare. The only rider, he was poz. I've read a number of stories here where guys wrestle with the idea of taking poz loads. For me however it came very quickly. I wanted his load and his status did not matter. Within an hour I was bent over in his hotel room while his thick poz tool wrecked my hole. I was in pig heaven. I had finally realised my place. Taking any and every load regardless of status. After a couple poz loads were pumped deep into me he asked me if I party. I hadn't really heard that term till then. Believing it to mean drinking/alcohol I replied with a yes. He told me to hit him up if I ever visited Raleigh and that we would party and breed. I told him I would let him know if I ever got to Raleigh. As luck would have it, 2 months later, my professor sent me for a poster presentation to Raleigh. By then I had all but forgotten about the guy. I had my poster presentation all day and got back to my hotel in the Crabtree area by 6pm. Immediately, like the pig I am, I got on grindr. After a few filters and few age limits I saw a familiar face. It was the sexy daddy. I immediately hit him up and reminded him of having fucked me a few months back. He remembered me easily and asked if I wanted to party and fuck. Again, believing this to mean that he wanted to have a few drinks and breed me, I said yes. I gave him my hotel address and directions and decided to clean myself up. I douched out my hole, took a shower and manscaped, since he was arriving at 8pm. 7.55pm arrived and I was lying on my bed, wearing a jockstrap, shorts and bare chested. At just a little past 8, there was a knock on the door..... (Let me know if anyone likes it so far and I can continue. It is my first time writing and suggestions will be welcome)

Hosting an all day event in Jersey for tops to come and drop their load in me all for the purpose of love the breeding fetish don’t care if I get Pozzer and wanna see if u can break the record my friend holds on me with 30 guys breeding him . You can hang for awhile and double breed if you want will shower a lot or be a cumdump I will let you film if that’s your thing but most importantly let’s have fun and go in with be cares and drop your load and I’ll f it’s poz that’s fine I’m willing to accept it on this day it’s June 24th from 9 am to 6 pm come join and let’s make some history in hackensack nj

Hey guys. I've been reading these forums for a while but this is my first time posting. I've barebacked with ex boyfriends before and barebacked occasionally during a drunk one night stand or two, but as a lot of you seem to have felt, I've always known that I love barebacking and that the idea of taking loads from strangers or groups is the absolute hottest thing in the world to me. I can't get off to porn with condoms and even thinking about getting in a sling at a bathhouse and taking endless raw dick makes me hard as fuck. But, like a lot of people, I am still scared to just start taking loads left and right like I want to. I feel like this is a pretty normal hesitation and deep down I think eventually I'll turn into a complete cumdump, but it's hard to know when to take the first step. So I was just wondering for those of you who went through a similar process, what was it that finally set you over the edge and made your fantasies start to be realities?

Something I've always wanted but hasn't happened yet, being bred by a hot uncut black stud. One of my fantasies is being verbally degraded by a hot black stud while he uses me and fills me with that black seed. I would love to also be the only white bottom in a room full of black tops that verbally degrade me and have all of them giving me their cum in my ass only. I'd love to hear if there are other white guys that feel that way, and hear from black men that like to breed white ass. Do you only breed white ass? Are there white men that only get barebacked by black cock? ***Please note that this isn't a racist post*** I like and welcome people from all walks of life.

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

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 NUMBERED ORDER! Installment number Eleven 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. Thursday night my buddy Jimmy hosted a hot orgy for me with lots of locals I enjoyed playing with again after a decade; but Friday morning, emergencies hit him and Lou the local candy-man, leaving his assistant "Vice" a straight but hot Portuguese local guy to spend the day pnping with me – progressing to that night when a storm and blackout led to a bathhouse style house party at the guesthouse, with blond Boston frat boy type Kieran and his hubby Charlie; the Houseboys; the skinhead Manager Zar; Father Frank, an Episcopal Priest friend from Philly; some hot leather dudes; older daddies; a hot Saudi jock type, and of course Lou and Vice. Chapter 8 and 9 recount the str8 boi finally giving up his hole incredibly! In Chapter 10 the great sex and lousy weather continued into Saturday with Jimmy having a sneaky surprise to set up while Vice and I manned the gloryholes he has drilled in Jimmy’s shed! This amazing weekend took an entire notebook to cover (I've kept sex diaries since I was a teenager) and never before or since has ONE weekend taken up an entire book. 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 while the no-longer-fullY-str8 guy and I headed down Commercial Street to my guesthouse to quickly dress for the theme party at the Crown & Achor. 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, and frankly for all the guys who ask “don’t you ever have something go wonky in your experiences? Not often, but yes, of course. This proves I have issues sometimes too and 19 years later, I’m still not sure if I should be ashamed of myself or proud of myself! There is some violence ahead on this evening, mostly in Part 12. 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 – DANCE, DRAMA, DEALERS AND DOWN-LOW’S AT THE “DECADES PARTY” At 11:00, Jimmy messaged us to “start heading down” and gave directions on how to properly lock his place up with the keys he gave me before he left. He knew I needed to stop at my guest house to change into fetish/club wear for the party and get Vice into his. I messaged back we’d be there at 11:30. Swinging out onto Commercial Street together, I looked at Vice and said “Looks like you’ll be getting some real pussy tonight, that must make you happy…” He shrugged and said, “Not really sure pussy will be as much fun, and besides, Jimmy’s niece looks kinda skanky, don’t she…?” “I thought she was kind of a manipulative little minx,” I replied. “Already got one of those, who needs more?” Vice quipped. I laughed and slapped him on the back as we headed through the fog to my guesthouse. We passed The Landmark restaurant and Silberhorn’s and I noticed a light on in a certain studio above a shop and saying, “Necessary pit stop,” I pulled Vice up the exterior staircase. This was a leatherworker’s studio owned by Bibi, my oldest friend in town - the second person I met when I first arrived in Provincetown at age 19 (her wife Bessie was the first). A fellow performer and writer who was 17 years my senior, we did a number of shows together. Bibi and her partner Bessie always insisted that I park my car in their secondary spot at their year-round home just up the hill from my guesthouse. They’d both been out-of-town when I arrived Thursday morning, so I hadn’t had a chance to check in with them, seeing her light on in her studio meant I could be polite and touch base. This 60-year-old gal always dressed like she had hit Haight-Ashley in “the summer of love” and never left. Opening the door, she smiled broadly, and pulled us in, giving me a tight hug as she did. After gushing for a minute or two, she looked over my shoulder and said, “Oh, hello Vicente! I didn’t know you knew each other!” I glanced back at Vice and raised an eyebrow. “What can I say? The outer cape is a wickie small place. Ms. Harris was my substitute English teacher all through High School… and she and Bessie are regular 420 clients of Lou.” Shaking my head at the almost incestuous-ness of it all, I confirmed with her that my hubby and I were still going to join Bessie and her on Wednesday for dinner, before asking if she had any accessories that Vice -or ‘Vicente’ – might borrow for the decades party. Seeing his new leather vest with the fringe, she nodded and headed back into the leather working section of studio, and puttered around a bit, calling out “size 10 or size 11, Vicente?” “Size 11,” he replied, to which she murmured “lucky John…”. She was back amazingly quickly with a cool pair of sandals that had a bit of an oil stain on one that made them unsellable, and a big peace symbol necklace, white gauze rope-wasted pants, and two strips of leather to tie around above his biceps. Seems she’d directed the musical “Hair” at PTC over the winter, and the costumes were still in her loft space. We headed for the door with Vice thanking her profusely and promising their safe return, she called out, “okay, but keep the sandals, I’ll never be able to sell them… I’d say, ‘have fun’ but if you’re part of John’s annual bachelor weekend, you’re pretty sure to!” As we descended the exterior stairs, Vice got a wicked grin on his face and called back, “too late, I already am!” We reached the guest house in just a few more minutes and were greeted by Zar and Miles who still had the window open to the office as we breezed by and headed up the stairs. “I need to give my hubby a quick call to say goodnight,” I said to Vice as I opened the door to my room and turned on the light. “Then I’ll go take a whiz and give you a minute” he responded as he slipped back out. I called the convention hotel and asked for my other half’s room number, leaving a message for him at the desk when I was told that the Evening Gala had not ended yet. Plugging my phone into the recharger, I set out a pipe and torch, then started pulling out clothes for the night’s “Hollywood thru the Decades” party. Just then, Vice slipped through the door. “I just ran into a couple of the guys in the bathroom, they are going to walk over with us once we get dressed,” Vice said as he picked up the torch and pipe, lighting it and rolling the bowl until the clouds started forming. Taking a hit, he shotgunned it to me then asked, “now what movie am I supposed to be from?” “Hair” I replied while stepping out of my clothes. “A 70’s movie about the 1960’s” I was facing away as I pulled a specific bag from the closet. “Okay. And what’s your movie?” “Raiders of the Lost Ark. 80’s movie about the 1930’s” “That’s hawt Daddy.” That’s when I felt his semi-hard cock press up against my naked ass crack as my no longer 100% straight boy’s big pecs rubbed up against my back and his hands grabbed my hips. I twisted around so that we faced each other, and tweaking his nips reminded him: “unfortunately we don’t have a lot of time. You can certainly have some later, if you still want some after your ‘real girl pussy fest’ tonight.” “Real pussy or not I know I’ll want some more of that later, and get pounded myself,” Vice said with an exaggerated fake pout. “Just a little taste?” Shaking my head and smiling, I torched the pipe and we each took big hits. “Just some quick oral, sixty-nine so we each get a taste,” I responded. We rolled onto the bed into a sixty-nine, both licking then sucking the other’s dick for a bit, then as if by telepathy, both of us pulled down so we could rim the other’s already well-used holes. We were just settling in for some serious ass worship when the unlocked door opened and two cowboys walked in. “That’s wickie hawt,” drawled Kieran, the erstwhile frat boy from Boston, while his husband just purred “mmm…” while stroking an ass cheek on either of us. “Hate to interrupt but are you two gonna get dressed or should we strip?” asked Charlie. Coming up for air, I said “I’m tempted to say strip, but we are expected at the party and the after-party, and there are a few folks depending on us… more’s the pity.” We untangled and got off the bed and moved to our respective costumes. Charlie picked up the pipe and torch and raised his eyebrows asking permission. I just smiled and nodded, and soon he and Kieran were blowing a few clouds. “Cowboys?” Vice asked. “Which movie?” He looked to me; I shook my head and shrugged. “Brokeback Mountain,” said Keiran with a smirk. Looking at them, one blond, one brunette, and the western shirts they were wearing, I definitely could see Enis and Jack… “great choice, the boys will love it,” I remarked. From one special bag I had specifically for this party, I put on a pair of brown doe-skin leather jodhpur style pants my hubby had given me. Butter smooth, they were lined so I decided go commando under them. Then I put on one of my harnesses over my bare chest, and clipped two fake bandoliers of plastic bullets over the crossing leather straps, a ripped sleeveless cotton shirt open to the waist but tucked in, my brown leather vest, socks and boots, and then my brown leather fedora, with a brown leather over the shoulder ‘artifact satchel’ (really an old music satchel of my hubby’s) to hold what stuff we were bringing with us, and finally, clipped my bullwhip to my belt. Looking up I saw that the guys all approved. Charlie pointed at the bullwhip and said, “I certainly hope you’ll give a demonstration later…” Vice had started to dress, also planning to free-ball but when he drew on the white gauze drawstring pants, his chubbed cock was way too obvious, even for Provincetown. I pulled out a jock and tossed it to him. That solved the issue, and we followed by putting his harness over his bare chest, his fringed vest on, the peace symbol around his neck, the sandals on his sexy feet, and tying the two leather strips Bibi had given him around his biceps. His armbands from the leather shop went into my ‘artifact bag’ along with a leather jock for me for later. “Almost” said Kieran with a critical eye, “hold on a minute.” He dashed out the door and presumably down to his room. Vice turned to Charlie and me asking “do all you guys carry costumes around with you everywhere you go?” After a belly laugh, I told him that no, not all gay guys did, but this was a fairly famous annual party that had a slightly different theme each year and there were enough guys like me – and Kieran and Charlie – who got a kick out of really doing up a costume. I mentioned that there would certainly be people just in club wear or fetish wear, or just normal clothes at the party too, not to mention lots of drag. “Besides, I’m a performer, I enjoy costumes,” I concluded. Kieran returned with pair of John Lennon-like round sunglasses that looked pretty period and a bandanna that he rolled and tied around Vice’s hair like a headband. It worked. There was a tap-tap on the door. “Come on in,” I called. In came Father Frank in his normal clerical garb of black pants, black belt, and black shirt with clerical collar while also sporting a straw boater hat. My eyes widened, only to find him followed in by Seth, the youngest house boy, as a very good likeness of an Altar Boy – a long black cassock-like garment covered with a white cotton short-sleeve thing that passed well as an altar server’s surplice and carrying a big ol’ candle in a fake plastic candlestick covered with tinfoil to look silver. “Frank… you didn’t…” caught between shocked and amused, my jaw must have been hanging open. Again, as was becoming habit, Vice asked “What movie?” My answer and Charlie’s overlapped, “Bells of St. Mary’s” “Going My Way”. “Both!” beamed Frank. While the actual Episcopal priest and the house boy blew a few clouds from the pipe, I noticed Seth’s candle’s long straight taper ended in a somewhat strange tip before realizing it was a penis candle! Frank saw the look on my face as I realized and coughed and guffawed out his current hit. I found myself wondering if perhaps we’d given Frank a bit too much in the way of enhancements over the last twenty-four hours… I locked the door behind me as the guys all headed down the stairs, and as a group we turned left onto Commercial Street towards the Crown. Allowing them to get a couple of yards in front of me, and the coast being clear, I drew my bullwhip and snapped it their way with a loud whiplash and crack growling, “slow down boys, show off for the crowd a bit.” Hearing the crack of the whip, Charlie and Kieran gave out exaggerated shivers and low “umms” while Vice looked just the slightest bit anxious, before he saw my smirk and cracked up. At the gate, everyone was paying for their admission and being last I found out that Bibi had arrived at the party before us and had paid for my ticket. I knew I wanted to find her ASAP to thank her but first we had to scope out and find Lou and Jimmy and his niece and her boyfriend. We all moved into the crowd, huddling to remain together, moving inside to the dance club room. Lights were flashing, the bass was pumping and there were a few people out on the dance floor, but it was too early for most folks, and it appeared that the bulk of the crowd was outside on the back deck. I thought I spotted Lou out there and the whole gang of us went through the sliding doors and out back. The usually open-to-the-sky deck was now covered by two sizable event tents in acknowledgement of the lousy weather of the past few days (it had started to drizzle again on our way down Commercial Street). Looking around I took a moment to scope out what costumes other partygoers were wearing, as usual there were some standouts: Captain Jack Sparrow, Aladdin, King Kong, Sam Spade, 2 Tarzans, a number of Vampires, and my fellow Leatherman running the gamut from ‘70s “Crusing” to ‘50s James Dean. And drag. Lots and lots of drag from every decade of the 20th century – Betty Boop, Judy Garland, Marilyn Monroe, Diana Ross, Lucille Ball, Dolly Parton, Cher, Madonna, you name it. There was a stage set up out there, and at its feet I saw Bibi in earnest conversation with Cheryl, the lead singer and guitarist for the Sapphonix, an all-lesbian rock band that was a town institution. My attention was brought back to my group when Jimmy stepped up and suggested we introduce the two groups. Jimmy looked hot in a Roman chiton and laurel wreath but had to tell me it was “Caligula”, while I got Lou’s right away – he was SMOKING hot as “Shaft” in painted on leather pants and jacket with no shirt under. I was pleased to see Lou pull Vice to him and share a deep kiss that the local boy returned enthusiastically. Jimmy’s niece Cassie and her boytoy Doug were done up as passable versions of Magenta and Brad from Rocky Horror Picture Show. There was NO way the very goth niece could have gotten away with playing Janet, so the fishnets and mini maid’s outfit were perfect for her. They must have gotten shy Doug really drunk or really high as he was wearing dress shoes with socks and garters, his own nerd glasses, a baggy white cotton wife-beater and fruit of the loom tighty-whities. Dangerous, I thought, but then noticed that he wore at least one additional smaller layer under the briefs, if not two. We all started chatting and Lou passed around a vape pen which he had to explain how to use – remember this was 2006 and none of the rest of us including me had ever seen one before – he’d gotten it from a contact in Amsterdam as they weren’t yet sold regularly in the USA. A waiter appeared, and my group ordered drinks while the waiter took a hit off Lou’s pen. I remarked to Doug that his costume would make him very popular for the evening, and with glassy eyes he smiled and said, “I hope so…”. I was still pondering that when the band took the stage for their (apparently) second set and was startled to hear Bibi whisper into my ear “I need you to do us a favor” pointing at the stage. The band was tuning up when Cheryl took the mic and re-greeted the crowd. Her voice was unusually raspy, and Bibi whispered, “she’s got a bad case of laryngitis, please help out.” Cheryl looked out over the crowd, spotted me and cocked her head in a silent question, and I nodded back to her in return. Cheryl told everyone that she had a couple of special guests joining her this evening and pointed me out in the crowd. Out of the group I was with only Frank really knew me as a performer. I leaned over to the group and whispered, “I’m about to go fill in for a bit for Cheryl – she’s got laryngitis – I’ll be back as soon as I can…” A few of the gang goggled at me as I handed my drink to Doug and headed for the stage. On my way there, Cheryl was giving me a big buildup, mentioning my one man shows in New York, my Provincetown performing back when I spent the summers, and even the time I sang at the Grand Ole Opry, finishing up by finally naming me as I hit the stage. I waved out to the crowd, noticing the astonished looks on my new friends’ faces. Cheryl and I chose three songs I used to sing with the band back in the day anytime we did a group concert for some cause or another. The musicians were mostly the same women I’d worked with in those days – I hugged the drummer Brandy – and giving the two newbies the chord progressions for my tunes, I launched into “We Shall Be Free” followed by “Unanswered Prayers” – a song about a guy and his wife meeting his old high school girlfriend at a hometown football game, but when I sing it, the wife is replaced by a male partner while the old girlfriend stays the same – my life story actually. The crowd loved it and I finished with a raucous “Friends in Low Places” with the band members and even a certain amount of the audience joining in on the chorus. It was fun, the applause was loud, my ego was certainly stroked, and I was pleased to help out an old friend. Stepping down from the stage I was stopped and congratulated by Aladdin, suddenly realizing it was ‘Rocky’ Rahman from the guest house, accompanied by his bitter nasty boyfriend Norton, whom I hated to admit looked really hot in a sexy Jafar outfit. Said nasty boyfriend was murdering me with his eyes while Rocky complimented my songs, and with a supercilious smile Norton finally interjected, “yes, that last song in particular seemed so perfectly suited to you!” Not missing the veiled insult, I responded, “that’s so funny, I was just going to compliment you on your costume and what an appropriate choice it was for you!” I slipped away from them not without Rocky squeezing my ass and Norton blowing a very ironic and obviously fake kiss. I stopped for to listen to Bibi belting out “Miss Otis Regrets”, a tune that was her calling card, and whooped and hooted with everyone else when she took her bow. When I got back to my group, they’d been joined by houseboys Kurt and Miles, and Kentucky Boy Miles was almost jumping out of his skin that I had done three Garth Brooks songs. Seth, Doug and Vice were almost as fanboy as Miles; while Lou, Jimmy and Frank were leaning back against the white fence nodding and smiling. “Never would have picked you as a Country Music kinda’ guy, Daddy J” Boston-born Kieran remarked, which was kind of ironic given his full-on cowboy drag. “How do you think I wound up singing at the Opry that time? I was doing the National Tour of “Best Little Whorehouse in Texas” as the quarterback of the Aggies that does the locker room strip number and the band for the show was from Nashville. When the touring show hit Nashville, they got me up at the Opry on the Open Mic night and had me do a few country tunes BEFORE the bandleader told the audience I was a 4th generation New York City kid. The reaction was hysterical… I kinda’ fell even harder for the music after that. I even met my partner at a two-stepping bar in Philadelphia.” “That’s where I met him too,” Father Frank interjected. “So, what’s next?” I asked, pointedly looking at Jimmy, knowing he had a timed schedule of seduction going, and my musical interlude was unintentionally taking away from his plans. “DANCE!” was his response, pulling us all inside and onto the dance floor. The room had filled up, and with the addition of the ten of us the floor was completely full and the crowd hit critical mass rather quickly. We all got into the vibe, and every few songs we’d break for sips of our drinks or hits off the vape pen (which just to be clear, was a T mixture that Lou mixed with essential oils in some recipe of his own, but it was very effective). On the floor, Cassie was super flirtatious with everyone around her and very much encouraged Doug to be the same. Bodies got sweaty, hands roamed all over, and even Doug was groping other guys as well as his girlfriend and rubbing his beefy butt against crotches and thrusting his bulge into whichever ass came his way. Looking up at one point, I saw him taking a break and in earnest conversation with Vice, so I pulled up to join them coming in on Vice telling Doug all about being a straight guy who went from letting a guy suck his cock to getting fucked for the first time the night before and loving it. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but that sounds kinda’ hot, ya’ know?” Doug said as Cassie slipped up behind him feeling him up with her hands from behind and cooed “mmm… it does sound hot, doesn’t it babe? It would be so sexy to see you get naughty like that…” On that note we all headed back to the dance floor. The music transitioned to trance, lights went dark, fog rolled out as the roscoe machines ramped up, and the only illumination was black lighting pierced by spinning lasers pulsing around the room. Things quickly got much more erotic, cocks were pulled from pants, Cassie and a few other females flashed their boobs, despite most of the men - in our group at least - not really being interested. Doug certainly seemed to have no problem having his dick stroked or even licked a bit, and his hands wrapped around several cocks, including mine. When he took a turn taking a lick on my cock and Vice’s, Jimmy seemed to think that was a signal for the next stage of the evening. Motioning to Lou, Vice and I to come closer, he said “Time to take this to the room. Bring the cowboys.” I moved over to Father Frank and the houseboys and said we’d catch up with them later, or back at the house, while Vice told Kieran and Charlie to come along for some more favors and fun. With Jimmy and Lou leading the way with Cassie and Doug, the four of us followed them through the interior door to the hotel and after a staircase and a few turns, while we passed the Vape pen back and forth. Jimmy led us out through the Hotel Entrance on Commercial Street rather than taking us through the raucous dance party. We were a group that were singing and dancing and laughing not to mention me cracking my whip a few times, as we made our way to Bradford Street and then turning right, walking a few blocks east and stopping in front of the old Shamrock House. It was still looking like the 1950s era small motel it began its’ existence as; two stories of white clapboard motel with individual green room doors and green shuttered picture windows that opened out directly to the parking lot or second floor balcony. I noticed some people hanging around the bench out front and in the small parking area but didn’t think much about it at that moment. We followed Jimmy to the ground floor room furthest from the office. SATURDAY NIGHT’S TIME FOR A GANGBANG Upon entering their apparently transformed room, both Cassie and Doug gasped aloud – the motel room had a portable sling set up with leather-looking black tarps thrown over the beds and other furniture. A laptop connected to the TV with some kind of porn playing was flanked by a video camera on a tripod; on the black covered dresser was selection of restraints, toys, and lubes; as well as a tray with pipes, bongs and torches. By the bathroom door sat a cooler filled with ice, beer and Gatorade. The lamps – except for one small goose-neck LED pointing down at the favors tray - all had red cloths tossed over their shades creating a sexy, mysterious, slightly demonic vibe. Apparently, this was what Lou and Jimmy were doing while Vice and I were manning the glory holes at Jimmy’s house, and I wondered a bit why we were not in his own dungeon but figured he had a good reason. Jimmy got everyone’s attention and pointed out the favors and the refreshments as well as mentioning that the shower had a hose attachment if anyone needed it. “Now remember you guys, this is a special welcome soiree Lou and I put together to welcome my niece Carrie and her beau Doug to Provincetown. We’re going to give them a wicked sexy evening they will never forget – now let’s all get comfortable and get spun!” Lou was passing everyone but Carrie a blue vitamin V, which was welcomed by all. “In a little bit we’ll bring the other guests waiting outside in to join us…” So that was why there were so many guys hanging around the place? Could be hot! In the meantime, I used my canine teeth to split my blue pill, swallowing one half with a glug of Gatorade and rolling the other half under my tongue letting it dissolve and get into my bloodstream quicker. Utilizing the black leaf bags provided for our clothes, everyone was stripping down to the bare minimum. When I was down to my just my harness I reattached the leather strip down center and attached it to my metal cockring and slipped on the jock over it. Jimmy pulled Doug over, handing me a bong and torch, and asked me to get Doug ‘fully prepared’ in the bathroom. I was very much NOT thrilled, this being one of the few things I believe should be private, but of course, the college dude would have no idea what to do. “Come with me hot stuff…” I sighed and hauled him into the bathroom, closing the door but not locking it. The glassy-eyed boytoy watched as I clicked the torch and started rolling the bubbler until the white vapor started to swirl and twist in the bulb. Taking a pull, I released a cloud and held the bong and torch for him while he took his own hit. “So, Doug, having fun? Enjoying all this?” His response was a muzzy grin, a chuckle and a shrug. “I think so… I mean I feel really, really good right now, ya’ know?” I just nodded in response. “I mean the stuff we are partying with are all amazing so far, and make you down to do a lot of crazy sex things, ya’ know?” (That would become his constant rhetorical question of the evening: “ya’ know?”) “That they do,” I agreed. “So, Cass says she wants this so bad, if we’re gonna’ be together I gotta be able to see her have sex with other guys without getting jealous, and she says I need to let her see me indulge my ‘repressed bisexual needs’ and fool around with guys too… so that’s what I am doing for her, ya’ know?” Blowing out a cloud, I asked, “So you’ve just never done anything, but you’ve always been bi?” passing him the pipe. After pulling a hit he said, “I guess so… I never thought I was, but Cass says I ‘display all the signs of latent bisexuality’ and she’s the Psych Major, so I must be. What I’ve done so far tonight has been really sick and chill, so I guess she was totally right, ya’ know?” I took a few seconds to ponder that as I stripped off what I still had on and pulled off his tighty-whities and the thong underneath. With absolute innocence he queried, “So what are we doing in here exactly?” Commanding him to take another hit, I explained cleaning out, and why, and that I personally thought it should be done alone, but as a newbie, he’d need a coach. I also let him know that I’d stay inside the shower behind the curtain not watching while he used the commode, and even though I was already cleaned out, I’d do a quick demonstration for him since I already knew it wouldn’t be gross. We left the bong and torch on the floor and stepped into the shower with the water directed to the attached hose. Once the process started, from behind the curtain I heard the click of the torch and then a big exhalation. Then he asked, “Umm… do you know any couples that do this sort of thing? Can people watch their boyfriends or girlfriends fuck with other people, and it works?” AHA! Now I knew why I got this job from Jimmy! While he continued using the hose and jumping out to squirt it out, I told him about my husband and I having an open sexual relationship for 16 years at that point (coming up on 36 years now), and playing both together and apart and loving seeing the other enjoy themselves with different guys, and how I did my own kinkier stuff like this on my own time and he his more ‘vanilla with twinks’ stuff on his, and what scenes we’d do together. “We wouldn’t have it any other way,” I concluded. The shower curtain screeched aside again, revealing him taking a hit, so I did one as well. Doug climbed in and we showered together – soaping each other up and having some slip-sliding fun with our slippery bodies and playing with each other’s semihard cocks. It was then I heard a quick knock on the door and heard someone come in. “Just leaving a present here for you to give Dougie when you are done,” Jimmy said and then the door closed again. We got back to work soaping each other and I paid special attention to making sure he was spiffy clean front and back before we got out. Grabbing two towels from the bar, I noticed that next to the bong and torch, Jimmy had left a needleless syringe with a cap on the end – the ‘present’ for Doug in the form of a booty bump. “Apparently I’m supposed to give you this present,” I told the college kid. “It’s another way of doing Tina, and it makes you super horny and ready for fun. I directed him to lean over the sink with his butt pushed out. “First I have to loosen you up back here a little,” I told him as I knelt on my towel behind him and proceeded to lick and kiss his ass, finally sinking my tongue into his virgin hole. Damnation, the kid’s hole was sweet, and I got really into giving him a spectacular rim job. “Oh my God, oh my God, I can’t believe this…” he drawled as I got him open and eager. Licking the tube of the syringe, I uncapped it and slowly inserted it into his tight pink hole warning him that it might burn a bit for a minute or two but after that it would feel incredible. To distract him from the burn, I started rimming him again, causing him to moan, then holding my thumb over his hole to prevent any leakage I took his semihard dick in my mouth and gave him some head until I was sure the T had kicked in for him. “Fuck this is amazing – I gotta’ suck your dick man but let’s do it out there,” he muttered, then picking up clothes, pipe, torch and all we exited the bathroom to see what was happening in the room. Cassie was kneeling on the floor in front of Lou and Vice who were seated on the nearer bed, blowing one while she jerked the other, going back and forth with abandon. Kieran and Charlie were likewise kneeling on the floor in front of the other bed double-team sucking Jimmy’s huge cock and licking his balls. Doug stood entranced at the sight of his girlfriend wantonly sucking off two other guys until she stopped for a moment to light up and take a hit from a pipe. “Come on baby” she cooed, “join me in sucking some dicks!” In somewhat of a daze, he knelt down on the floor next to her while she took another hit off the pipe. She handed it off to him and took the head of Lou’s BBC into her mouth and slowly exhaled the smoke around the hot dealer’s trouser snake. I noticed that Doug’s dick bounced a bit as he watched his girlfriend sucking another guy’s cock. “Smoke up, bro. Then choose a dick,” Lou encouraged him. “Have a seat, Daddy J,” Vice whispered to me indicating the spot next to him on the edge of the bed. I sat while Doug finished his hit, handing the equipment to Vice, and then I felt smoke being blown over my cock by Doug. He brought it to his mouth and began to tentatively suck, taking my head and the first few inches in. “Teeth!” I chided, tapping him on the cheek. Pulling off, he looked like a guilty puppy and said “sorry, first time…” He improved as he went along and he and Cassie took some popper hits and another bong hit before returning to the three of us, but when Doug tried to move over to try Vice or Lou, she blocked him saying, “These are mine, you’ve got four to my two – get the other guys over here.” 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.”

"Such a good boy" he moaned in my ear as his thick raw cock slid into me. I took every inch, arching my back to let him in. As he slowly slid in and out, in and out, I knew deep down he was going to breed me. I wanted it so bad. I wasn't going to stop him now to ask any questions, I was so lost in the ecstasy of his body on mine, his hands holding my hips, his breath on my neck, his cock buried inside me. It was too much and we'd already come this far. Just let him have you, I thought to myself as he picked up the pace and slowly but surely started pounding my little ass into oblivion... We'd been chatting for weeks and just hadn't been able to find a time to link up. He was fit, probably from his military days, and a hot daddy looking for a young bottom to fuck. Naturally this got my attention, but not nearly as much as his perfect thick 8" cock. Oh i needed that cock, I dreamed about that cock. It was Sunday morning and as usual I had woken up painfully horny, grinding myself into my sheets. Rolling over I pulled up grindr and to my absolute delight there he was - "wife is out of town. you want this cock boy?" and an address. I've never gotten ready so fast. I pulled into his driveway and walked up to the door where he was waiting, watching me. "Finally" was all he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. He was even hotter than his photos suggested. Out of my league for sure. As the door closed he turned and pinned me to the wall with a long sloppy kiss. "I've got all day for you, hope you have nowhere to be", I shook my head, unable to form words in my excitement. He smiled and pulled me into the kitchen. "Drink?", I nodded. He poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to me. "None for you?" I asked shakily, to which he just smirked. "Drink up boy". I did as I was told. We stood and talked for a few minutes, the whole time he inched closer and closer to me until finally we were inches apart. "Once we go into the bedroom, you're mine. No going back. So any reservations now is the time." He waited patiently. I could see his hard cock bulging in his shorts. Saying nothing I reached down to feel it. That was it. I had made my choice. We headed for the bedroom, his hand on my ass the whole time. Stripping me, his big hands explored my body. I wasn't hard, mostly out of sheer anxiety. "Here's the deal. I'm going to try and get you hard. If I can do it without touching your cock, I'm going to fuck you raw." I blushed but didn't protest. His lips found my neck, my ear, as his hands played with my round little ass, at first caressing and then playing with my hole. It was hopeless, my cock stiffened in moments and before long it was rock hard. He grinned over my shoulder as his hand moved to grab it. Fuck, that's it I thought. I hadn't gone raw in months since I had gone off prep. But still, there is nothing hotter than a load shooting into me. I had also forgotten when we first talked I told him I was on prep and preferred it bareback. Oops. He pushed me to my knees and slid his cock deep into my mouth, a little rough, very hot. I drooled all over it and played with his balls. I could tell he liked it. He liked owning me. Maybe I liked it too. He tossed me into the bed and climbed in behind me. My heart was racing. He was about to fuck me raw and I was just letting him. The thoughts were dashed from my head as he pushed a lubed finger into my ass. Instinctively I bent over and took it. He went at it for a few minutes before adding some lube to his cock. "I bet you feel amazing" he said admiring my ass from behind. All I could manage was "lets find out". My first "good boy" achieved. He started slow, just the tip. But as soon as his cock started pushing in I felt myself loosen up and give it to him. We had made a deal, after all. He slid in slow, and deep, so deep in me. Finally giving me every inch as I moaned loud, eliciting that sweet "such a good boy" from him. That left me swimming. He fucked me like this for what felt like 20 minutes. Pounding me raw and breaking me in, before flipping me over. My legs on his shoulders now, he pushed back inside. "I want to look into your eyes as I breed you, boy". Oh fuck was all I could moan. "Open your month", I did as instructed, and he spit right into it. So fucking hot. Without any warning he pushed deep and shot his load. It felt so goddamn good, warm and sticky inside me. He kept thrusting so I could feel the cum squish inside me. I looked up at him in amazement and without thinking said "more please". For the next two hours he fucked me silly, shooting 3 more loads into my bare ass and handing out good boys along the way. Dripping with his cum and panting we laid side by side. I was in love with his cock. He rolled over and started to jerk me off. "Your turn, now". It wouldn't take long I thought. As he edged me closer and closer he leaned in and whispered in my ear "I love seeing your full of my poz loads, no one ever lets me do this". Shock washed over me but not fear, maybe excitement? It was so raw, so hot, and I was lost in the moment. Before I could say a word my whole body shook and I shot the biggest load I've ever shot in my life all over myself. As I relaxed and we laid there kissing, I broke away and managed to mumble "I'm not on prep anymore though". He started at me, looking deep into my soul, and smiled. "I had hoped not. I want to make you mine. Be my little good boy?" Dripping with cum I laid there, thoughts racing in my head, but before I could process anything, he started climbing on top of me and rolling me over. Oh well, I thought, what's one more. I can get some pep at the clinic tomorrow. Hearing no resistance, he fucked me hard again and shot a fourth load into me before setting me free to clean up and go home. "I hope to see you soon" he winked as he held the door for me. I raced home, heart pounding, and jerked off in the sink. I was so horny? I never went to the clinic. Didn't go the next day, or the next. I don't know why. But the next week I was back in his bed and full of all that poz cum all over again. And the week after. I guess I know my place now. And he has his little good boy after all.

This is my first time writing something like this, but reading all these stories I thought I would try my hand at it. Feed back is always great, and if you like it I'll keep writing. --How I Became A Cumdump: the Story of a 'Condoms Only' 20 Somethings Transformation My name is Mark, I’m 24, five foot nine, one hundred and sixty pounds and decidedly average. I have always been a bottom, when I was a teenager when other guys were tugging their dicks, I was fingering my hole. Eventually I graduated to getting cucumbers out of the refrigerator nightly and pounding my hole into a pulp. So when I went to college and started having sex with guys there was no question that I would be taking their cocks, but until I was 21 I was a self proclaimed condom Nazi: no unwrapped cocks were entering my hole. So what changed when I was 21? Well, I met Anthony. Anthony was everything I wasn’t. I was a paie blond boy, Anthony was a tall dark haired beast of a man. I was small, whereas Anthony stood around six foot two. I had a slight build, whereas Anthony was made of solid thick rippling muscles. I was smooth, whereas Anthony was covered all over in thick dark course hair. My hole twitched as soon as I saw his profile on Adam4adam. I had just finished my classes for the day was had logged on to see if any of my usual hookups were online for that night when I saw him on the New Member’s page. “ItalianTop34” his screen name read and below it a picture of his perfectly sculpted chest and stomach. I stared at the thumbnail for a long moment taking in the dark nipples the dark hair swirling down out of frame. I felt my hole twitching eagerly. I clicked on his picture and started reading: he was 34 years old, six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds, and most impressively of all, a total top, with a nine inch cock. I typed a quick message to him, complimenting his picture and telling him to hit me up sometime, after hovering over the send button my hole gave another powerful twitched and I clicked send. For the next twenty minutes I chatted with a few regular fuck buddies making some tentative plans for later, tried to start on a paper for my European Literature class until I heard that familiar buzz from the a4a in box and pulled the website back up. It was him. My heart skipped a beat as I opened his message and read “hey there kid, cute pics, what brings you on here tonight?” I typed hurriedly: “looking for some fun tonight, need something to distract me from these papers.” Not a whole minute later: “a distraction? what sort of distraction?” We carried on like that for a few more messages culminating in him giving me his address. “Be there in an hour” was my last message to him. I quickly ran to the bathroom and cleaned up, getting ready to take his massive cock. My heart was pounding and my stomach seemed to be bouncing. I always get that feeling when I know a big cock is in my near future. Twenty minutes later I dashed out of my apartment in a pair of basket ball shorts, no underwear, of course, (a good bottom doesn’t need underwear), and a plain white t-shirt. I jumped in my car and drove the twenty minutes to his place. For a brief moment I sat in the car looking at the red brick building before rushing up to the little side door he had told me to use. His apartment was on the fourth floor at the top of the building and right inside the white painted door was a staircase leading up to his doorway. I knocked quickly and then stepped back waiting. I heard movement on the other side of the door and then it swung open quickly revealing Anthony for the first time in the flesh. He stood there in the door way in just a pair of running shorts, not the long kind people wear now but the short ones from the 80’s, a thing sheen of sweat seemed to glisten on his massive chest, there was about a day's worth of beard growing on his square jaw, but now standing in front of him it was his eyes that struck me the most. They were the brightest blue I had ever seen in someone’s eyes and they shown out like two brilliant pools from under his thick dark brow. He smiled, “Well you really didn’t wanna write that paper did you boy, you’re twenty minutes early. I went for a quick run before you came over, makes me last longer,” even this brief mention of sex was enough to make my hole twitch again and my cock begin to harden, “and I was gonna take a shower for yah, but now you’re here. Guess you could have a seat and wait for me to go get cleaned up.” “Oh no that’s alright,” I stammered. I don’t know why but the faint smell of manly sweat that was wafting from him into the hall way was making my cock begin to grow even harder. Anthony noticed, he chuckled and said “Look at you, springing wood on the stairs. You must really want this,” and with that he grabbed his meaty cock though the running shorts pressing its impressive profile against the thin fabric. Even soft the thickness of his cock was amazing and I was now hard as a rock all 6.5 inches of me straining against my shorts. “Come in kid,” he said stepping aside to let me in. He closed the door behind me, and then led the way down a narrow hall to the first room, the living room. It was nice with a big couch a few chairs a massive built in bookcase one wall and a giant television on the other. Anthony grabbed a remote off the coffee table and clicked it in the direction of the television which began to hum to life. “You want a beer?” he asked. “Sure,” I replied. “Have a seat. I’ll bring them through.” He left and I sat down on the massive couch looking at the television which now showed the symbol for some network connection and then after a moment of processing an image sprung up on the screen. A boy about my age was on his back on a hotel bed while a man old enough to be his father pounded the boy’s hole. The moans of the boy could be heard around the room from the surround sound system. I watched as two more men came into frame and one of them pushed his fat cock down the boy’s throat and the other moved round to where the first man was still plowing the boy. The first man seemed to get the hint and pulled out so that the new man could take his place inside the bottom. Then I realized I was watching bareback porn. I suddenly felt hot. My hole twitched, and my cock throbbed. I had never watched bareback porn before on principal and I was suddenly kicking myself for it. The boy writhed as the new man began to force is raw cock into his hole but soon enough the new man as pounding away with the same gusto as the first man. It was around this time that I slid my hand down the front of my shorts, spread my legs and began to rub my hole. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Anthony with two beers in his hands smiling at me. God how long had he been there watching me feel up my own hole to his porn. Looking back that had probably been part of his plan, to get me even more horned up with bareback porn, but how was I to know that at the time? Chuckling, Anthony walked over with the two beers and, although the couch could seat four, he sat down next to me, presumably so he could stretch his big arm around as he sat down. I suddenly found myself engulfed in that same manly smelly and it was intoxicating. I breathed deeply a few times and then turned so that my noise was right next to his pit and took a deep whiff. “You are quite the pig boy. First you’re so excited for cock you get here early, then I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re going at your hole and now it’s all you can do to keep from sticking you whole face in my sweaty stinking pit. Well go on boy, get in there and get a good taste.” He took his arm from around me and held it over his head exposing his thick bushy pits. After the very briefest of hesitations I dove in, first just sniffing and then sticking my tongue in and licking all over tasting the sweet salt of his sweat. I must have gone at his pit for five minutes. I was so entranced with the smell and the taste that I didn’t notice that he had lowered his hand until I felt his fingers sliding down the back of my shorts. As soon as I felt one of his digits graze my hole I pulled my head from his pit, rocked my body forward to give him better access and buried my head in his crotch. I could feel his cock beginning to swell and press against the little shorts and before he had even worked one finger inside me the head had slipped out of one of the legs of his shorts. I quickly engulfed his cock head and began to make out with the uncut monster that would soon change my life forever. I felt one and then two fingers slide inside my hole and begin to stretch me out. After a few minutes he pulled his fingers out of my ass and brushed me away from his cock. “Strip,” he ordered. Hurriedly I stood up and tossed my t-shirt off into a corner and quickly shucked my shorts off as well. After looking at me for what seemed like forever Anthony smiled and slid his own shorts off. Although I had had had his cockhead in my mouth, I was still not prepared for what I saw: that massive beautiful piece of dark uncut Italian meat that sprung up and pressed against his furry abs. I whimpered as I looked at it, yearning to have it inside of me again. “Well don’t just stand there and look at it, start sucking boy.” I fell to my knees and Anthony grabbed his beer and sat back. Opening my mouth wide I began to work as much as I could of that monster into my mouth as quickly as I could. Anthony for his part just say back and drank his beer while I hooked his cock down. Once I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat I swallowed deeply and felt it slide down my throat, Anthony moaned loudly. I worked his cock like that until he finished his beer, sometimes deep throating it sometimes pulling back and working the shaft of his big low hanging balls. All the while in the background I could here the noises of that boy being bred by those three men and it made me even hornier. So by the time Anthony finally finished his beer and pulled me up off of his cock I had reached bitch in heat horny. The combination of his sweaty musk, the boy being bred on the television and the prospect of having that amazing cock sliding into my boy hole slightly had turned me into a cockhound. “You ready for me to work that hole,” he asked me, holding onto both sides of my face while he did. I just nodded. “Go behind the couch and bend over. I want you to watch this next video coming up while I eat your sweet boy-cunt.” I had never heard it called that before, but I liked it. I dashed behind the couch and bent over with my chest resting on the back and my arms hanging over. Anthony took his sweet time walking round, first starting another video from what seemed to be a massive porn archive. Just before the video began I felt a hot wet tongue pressing against me hole and arched my back. The image of another boy appeared on the screen. He had that blissful, fucked-out look that can only come to a bottom from servicing tops who need them. The camera was held by the top and he zoomed in on his raw cock siding into the boys now slack and cum covered hole. I gasped as Anthony had just slid his tongue inside me. I began to thrust back against him. The boy on the screen was moaning in ecstasy as the top’s fat cock stretched his already sloppy boy-cunt. As Anthony started to add fingers into the mix I thought for the first time 'God I’m jealous of that boy'. I heard moment behind me and felt Anthony remove his tongue and fingers but I was too engrossed with watching the fat cock pound cum out of the boy’s hole to look behind me. Then at the same moment several things happened. I felt a slight pressure on my hole, the camera on screen changed positions for a second and I saw that the top pounding this boy into oblivion was no other then the one who not three seconds ago had been eating my hole, and lastly I felt my hole explode inwards as Anthony slammed his massive tool home. I let out a scream, and tried to turn and face him but he held me firm and kept his cock in place. We both stood like that for a moment while I caught my breath again. “Please tell me you put a condom on?” I spluttered through racked breaths. “I only fuck raw kid. If you would have read my profile more carefully instead of just looking at the pictures you would know that.” And with that he began to pull out and then just as suddenly as the first time slammed back in. My hole stretched quickly under his assault, and just as quickly I began to feel waves of pleasure with each thrust so powerful that I forgot all about the condom. The boy on the video was gasping and moaning just like I was as I clung to the sofa for support. It was just as things started to feel good that I realized something felt different about this fuck. I realized it wasn’t just that my hole was being stretched wider then probably ever before, but I felt more in tune with Anthony - as he pounded me I felt like I could feel every bump and twist in his massive cock. I knew that it was because his cock was in me raw, that I could feel all of it. I don’t know how I came to understand this, but I did. The video ended with Anthony shouting as he filled up the boy with his load. That will be me soon I though somewhere deep in my mind, and instead of panicking I was excited. I wanted him to fill me up, to dump his load in my boy-cunt. Anthony pulled out from my hole completely, leaving me gaping and empty. Then his face showed-up right next to mine. Fuck sweat running along his cheeks, “On the floor boy. Now that you know your place as a raw bottom, it's time to teach you how to be a cumdump.” His strong hands knocked me to the ground and I positioned myself on my back, my feet resting on his shoulders. He wasted no time in sliding his cock back inside my now loose sloppy cunt. And then the pounding began again, sometimes slowly and sometimes like he was trying to break up concrete. As drops of sweat fell from him landing all over my body, his gaze never left mine. He told me what a sweet hole I had and how when he was done with it I would really be a bottom boy like I was meant to be. I just whimpered and moaned like the boy in the video. Suddenly he stopped, his cock buried balls deep in my hole, and said “Tell me what you want.” I was unsure of what to say, so I gasped, “I want you to pound my hole.” “No boy, tell me what you really need, tell me what you need for this fat raw cock up your cunt.” His load, that was what I wanted. Ever sense I had seen the boy in the second video being bred by the magnificent cock that was currently pulsing deep inside my ass. “Your load,” I muttered. “I can’t hear you.” “I want your load. I want you to cum inside me.” “You want me to fill you with my spunk?” “Yes, fill me up!” “You wanna get bred, don’t you?” “Yes, please, breed me!” “Good boy.” And with that he resumed pounding but this time quicker and more animalistic. Every so often he would grunt out, “Tell me how much you want my load?” “More then anything" I would reply. After about ten more minutes of relentless fucking he half moaned half shouted, “You ready to become a cumdump?” “God yes.” “Good 'cause here come my load.” He slammed all the way into my ass and I could feel his cock pulsing as the cum rushed into my gut giving me a warm sticky feeling inside. Guys had cum in condoms while fucking me before but it was nothing like this. I had never felt so fulfilled sexually and yet so lustful at the same time. I knew I had served my purpose but I wanted more. Anthony rocked back and forth forcing my hole to milk every last drop of cum from my hole before he pulled his still rock hard cock out. I felt so empty as my legs fell from his shoulders and he stood up. I just lay there looking up at the Italian god who had just bred my hole, given me my first load. I reached back and felt my sloppy hole. Anthony had been right to call it a cunt and truly I no longer had a tight boy hole, but a wet sloppy loose cunt. And I loved it. I fingered myself a little, and then stuck my cummy fingers in my mouth and sucked. Anthony just watched, a smile of satisfaction on his face. After a few moments I made to get up but Anthony said “Just lay there for a minute, I’m not done with you yet.” He left the room and I went back to fingering my messy hole. I could hear that Anthony was on the phone for a moment and then I heard what sounded like typing and then another phone call, a bit more typing and then silence. Then he was back, still hard as a rock with a big grin on his face. “Damn boy, you’re just going to town aren’t you?” I stopped for a moment and bushed. I has been so intrigued by my new sloppy hole that I hadn’t noticed that I had shoved in four fingers as deep as they would go and was now pounding away. “Get those fingers out of there so I can give you another load before your evening really gets going, boy.” I didn’t know what he meant about 'my night getting going' but I did know that I wanted his cock back inside of me, as well as more of his warm hot cum, so I pulled my fingers out of my ass cleaned the off in my mouth and rolled over onto all fours presenting him with my still gaping hole. He chuckled, squatted down behind me and easily slid his fat cock inside and began pounding away again. Just as Anthony was really picking up steam and I could tell that my second load of the night was on its way there was a firm knock on the door. Anthony paused for a moment to shout “It’s open,” before returning to pounding me....

There was a brief time I went to the bath house fairly regularly. It’s less of a hassle than grindr and you just get people who say they’re not interested instead of flakes. One night I saw a cute south asian twink who was about 5’4” and maybe 100lbs with what I assumed was his much older boyfriend. We locked eyes as I was passing by on the bathroom and we smiled at each other. I peed, washed my hands, and went to walk around some more. I walked down a hall and saw him again walking toward me and he said hi. I said hi back and stopped in front of him. He asked me if I wanted to fuck and I said yes, so he led me back to the sling room which was unoccupied. I closed the door behind us and he took off his towel and hopped in the sling, spreading his legs wide in the stirrups. He had a nice 5 inch uncut cock and a tight little ballsack. I had a little bottle of lube with me and I asked him if bare was okay. He said yes so I took off my towel and lubed up my cock. Another reason I like bathhouses. Barely a minute since I said hi to him and I’m sliding my cock bareback into a 20 year old twink. His ass opened easily for me and felt like a velvet glove. I started fucking him, asking to make sure it was okay to cum in him. He said yes and I told him he was a hot little bareback slut and a stranger twice his age was about to seed his hole. He said he loved the dirty talk and that he loved strangers filling his ass with cum so his boyfriend could fuck his cummy hole. That sent me over the edge and I blew my load into him as he jerked his own load onto his stomach. I pulled out, thanked him, went to shower and go home. It was a quick trip. The next weekend I went back on a Saturday night and it was moderately busy. I got undressed and saw there was someone at one of the glory holes so I stuck my soft cock through and immediately a mouth was on it getting me up to full mast. I let him suck me for about a minute before pulling out, wrapping my towel around my waist with my obviously hard cock tenting the towel. I walked into the maze and turned a couple corners and saw two muscle guys. I caught the eye of one of them with brown hair and he whispered to his blonde friend. His friend looked at me and nodded. The brown haired guy walked up to me and grabbed my hand and said you’re coming with us. I followed him into the sling room with his friend behind me. The blonde shut the door while the brown haired guy pushed me into the sling. They got my feet in the stirrups and the blonde put a condom on his nice 6 inch cock and lubed it while his friend started sucking my cock. I was mostly looking to top that day, but had cleaned out so I said fuck it. The blonde go between my legs and stretched me open with his condom covered cock. His friend stood by my head and opened his towel, revealing a gorgeous 7 inch cock which I immediately took into his mouth. We stayed like that for a few minutes with the blonde fucking my ass while I serviced his friend. Then the brown haired guy moved down toward the blonde, who pulled out and pulled off the condom, tossing it in a little trash can. The blonde moved up to my head and stuck his cock in my mouth. I glanced down at his brown haired friend and saw him lubing up his bare cock. He lined it up and sank his dick bareback into my ass. I nearly had a spontaneous orgasm as he bottomed out in my unprotected ass. He started railing me with his raw cock and I was in heaven as I got spit roasted by these two muscle hunks. After a few minutes the blonde pulls out of my mouth and jerked his load onto my face and in my mouth. I was licking his cum off my lips when the brown haired guy pulled out and I looked as he jerked his load onto my stomach. I was turned on but disappointed that my ass didn’t have any cum in it. They left me lying there and I got out of the sling and walked to the showers with cum on my face and rinsed off. I walked back to the maze and saw a twink getting fucked on a bench on his hands and knees by a handsome thirty-something guy. The twink shot a load onto the bench which he wiped up with his towel and said thanks to guy over his shoulder and pulled off his cock and walked off. I laughed and said that looked abrupt. The guy said whatever and pulled the condom off his cock and tossed it in the trash. I asked if he wanted to finish in me and he said sure and went to grab a condom. I told him he didn’t need that if he didn’t want it so he shrugged and got behind me as I got on my hands and knees. I felt his raw 6 inch cock slide into my already stretched hole. He grabbed my hips and started pounding my bareback hole. I told him not to pull out and a few minutes later he went balls deep and collapsed on my back. After a moment he pulled out his bare cock and ruffled my hair and walked off. I heard someone say that was hot and turned to see another thirty-something guy stroking what looked to be a nice 7 inch cock. I asked if he’d like to make a deposit as well and he said yes, so I got on my back and he got in between my legs and I took my third bare cock of the night. I started jerking off and my the time I shot my load I had my second load of the night from the fourth cock buried 7 inches deep. I went to the toilet to empty out the loads, showered and went home. About a month later I was at the bathhouse going from the steam room to the hot tub when I passed by 4 twenty-something twinks where all going to the same room. I recognized one as a guy that lived near me because I saw him on Grindr but he never responded to be, which sucked because he was hot. I figured I wouldn’t have a chance with any of them so I just went to the hot tub which was empty. I was enjoying the jets for a few minutes when all of them came and got in the hot tub with me. We struck up a conversation and the guy that I recognized was sitting next to me. I said I think we might be neighbors and he confirmed we were. As we were chatting I felt his hand on my thigh and a few moments later, I felt another hand on my other thigh from his friend who was sitting on the other side of me. My cock immediately went to full mast and eventually both of their hands were stroking my cock and balls. I returned the favor and was stroking two hard twink cocks as we were chatting. Turns out it was their first time there. One of them said they wanted to check out the glory holes, so we all got out and dried off and went over there. They looked around a bit and I asked how immersive of an experience did they want. The neighbor went up to a hole next to me and we took off our towels and put our cocks through. The other guy I was stroking in the hot tub went around the other side with the other two. After a few moments I felt a soft mouth on my cock and started getting a great blow job. My neighbor was looking at me while he was getting sucked as well so I reached over and started fingering his ass. After a few moments the mouth pulled off my cock, and I guess the others went off somewhere. My neighbor asked me if I had a room and I said yes so we went back there. As soon as I closed the door he got naked and we started making out. I couldn’t believe I was finally hooking up with this hottie. He had a boyfriend so I had to wear a condom, but I ended up fucking a load out of him. He left to go shower and I went to wander around, almost immediately running into the other guy that was jerking me off in the hot tub. He also asked if I had a room so we went back there and got naked and started making out. We got pretty hot and heavy, sucking each other and me rimming him. We were on our knees with me behind him, me kissing his neck and ears as my cock was between his legs, poking at his hole. He said we should use a condom and masks if he wanted to or we should, and he said we should. I asked him to just put it in for a minute bare and he said we should use a condom, so I grabbed one and he got on his back as I rolled it on and lubed up and slid inside him. He wrapped his legs around my back as I fucked him. After a few minutes I asked him again if I could fuck him bare just for a little bit. He again said we shouldn’t because his friends would ask him if he used a condom and he didn’t want to lie. He said it would be a different matter if the condom broke or something so I pulled out of him and pulled on the condom until it broke and gathered around the base of my dick. Oh it broke I told him, guess we’ll have to keep fucking. He laughed and said cute. I told him he could honestly tell his friends we used a condom. He looked unsure so I said look, get on your hands and knees. I lined up behind him and started rubbing my com along his crack. I grabbed his hand and guided it to the base of my cock where the condom was bunched. See I told him, you can honestly say you felt the condom. His hand held on to the base of my cock as I slowly rubbed the bare head on his crack. He moaned and then pulled forward a little bit so my cook was lined up with his hole. He pushed back and my raw cock slid into his hole. He got up on his knees and reached back and grabbed my head as I kissed his neck. Let me guess I whispered in his ear, you’re a cum slut but your friends are judgy prudes. He agreed and said it was easier when he had a boyfriend breeding him almost every day. I started jerking his cock and told him now he had to rely on the kindness of strangers. He laughed at that. A few minutes later I was about to unload in him and he said he was about to cum. I shot into his unprotected ass as his load spewed out onto the bed. After I pulled out and was pulling off the ruined condom he said he hadn’t had an orgasm like that since the last time his ex fucked him bareback.

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!”

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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. Ethan quickly moved behind me and started squeezing my shoulders the same way he had when he stood behind me outside. He also ran both of his hands down my entire torso to my waist taking extra time to massage my chest at various spots. He had truly masted the perfect pressure and strength to apply to his hands to make it feel firm, comforting, therapeutic and sexy. I was here for it. My dick was straining against my jeans again and I was quivering or shivering or shaking just from the intensity of his rub down…and partly because it was Ethan. There was a connection that we had with each other that went far beyond touch, communication, mutual interests…it was just an energy. And something about his touch just amplified things. "Did you think we were gonna fuck when you came over here?" he asked, very matter of fact. The way that he asked the question made any answer completely okay and safe. "I mean, I didn't know, so I..." I kinda stammered while he continued to rub me and then just like that, he had his hand down the back of my jeans and rubbed his finger over my hole between my ass cheeks. He smelled it, then tasted it - and said, "Someone came prepared!" Ethan laughed softly. I had noticed that Ethan had an almost “dance like” ability to move to exactly where he wanted to be gracefully and precisely, while at the same time moved so quickly you barely even knew it was happening. He pulled his hand out, reached around to my front and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper and yanked my jeans to the floor. "Get your shoes off and then get these jeans off." His tone was still friendly, but I noticed he had definitely become a bit more abrupt with his words. I did was told and then he pulled my shirt up over my head and threw it in the general directly of where I had set my jeans. He spun me around, so I was facing him and grabbed my jaw with his hand and leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth and gave me one of those aggressive, masculine, dominant wet kisses. It was one of those kisses that hit so many different g-spots in your body and across time and space that your vision blurs for a second. He pulled away. “Boy, here's what you need to know about what happens next. I am your Dominant, and you are my Submissive. Your entire purpose is to follow my direction, do as you’re told, do it well and to my satisfaction, not ask questions, and not complain. Do you understand?" “Yes, I do” "Here are my commitments to you. Your life will not be in jeopardy, I will be responsible for your physical wellbeing, and I will make sure you have food and water as needed. You will be able to use the bathroom to relieve yourself as needed. I will honor one safe word you can choose now. If you say this word, I will immediately stop anything that's happening, we can take a break, or we can stop entirely. What do you want that safe word to be?" I was both aroused and amazed...my mind was going so many different places and so I looked past Ethan and my eyes fixed on the dishwasher in his kitchen, so I said, "Dishwasher." He laughed "Alright dishwasher. You want your safeword to be dishwasher, Boy?" He continued "Boy, unless you use the safeword, everything that I have decided I want to do with you will happen for as long as I want it to and I'll be responsible for telling you when you can be relieved of your duties as my Sub. I commit to you that you will be able to return to work on Monday, you'll have time to rest and recover, time to run any errands to get ready for the week...I'll also monitor your phone to make sure there are no emergencies. Can you tell me the name of three family members who might call you in an emergency?" I gave him my mom, sisters, and aunts name. "If these people call or text, what I will do is pick up or respond and indicate that you are busy and left your phone behind at my place, and ensure there is no urgent need for you to call back. If there is, you will be allowed to call. If not, you will wait until your responsibilities as my Submissive are fulfilled to return the phone calls. Boy, do you understand?" "Yes." He then did what you see in so many military movies and told me I could not speak to him without ending my statement with "Sir" or "Daddy" and softly slapped me across the face. "Not all punishments are going to be that gentle, Boy, so make sure you don't earn any more of them." He told me to get on my knees and face away from him and the trunk. I was naked minus socks. I heard him walk to the trunk and heard the sound of metal clanging and he quickly grabbed a variety of items and placed them on the floor next to me. It was the leather restraints along with some chains. He walked over to me and stood behind me. “Are you ready, Boy? Say goodbye to the sunlight for a while!” “Huh?” And just like that a complete blackout leather blindfold was placed over my eyes and the leather straps fastened behind my head. I could not see anything, not even the faintest amount of light. Just as quickly, he told me to open my mouth and inserted the rubber ball of a ball gag in my mouth, which he also strapped tightly behind my head. I heard him walk out of the room and suddenly I felt like I was completely alone in a pitch-black room. I couldn’t hear Ethan, I had no sense of anyone being in the space with me, and I did not know what to do or when something would happen next. “Take deep breaths” I told myself. In, out, in, out, in, ou……..

Author's Note: If you are starting this journey, I highly highly highly encourage you to start with the Sorrowful Author's Note. This could have easily been the first chapter or an Epilogue, but because I wrote it raw and not as a narrative, I chose to include as a note instead. Please read it. It will help to explain some things through the course of the next many chapters. It was late spring 2010 in Seattle. I was 31 at the time, 5’10”, 170lbs, athletic and fit and a very active and competitive cyclist. I was in great shape physically and mentally. I kept myself very well groomed – cropped haircut that looked both professional and casual, clean shaven. I dressed like a modern professional at work, and an early 30s modern gay in my downtime. I had a beautiful condo overlooking Lake Union, and close connections with friends and family. I looked very much like the boy next door who had grown up and into a successful career after his time at university and lived a comfortable city life. I worked along with 130,000 other people, and a large percentage of other Seattle gays at one of Seattle’s largest companies. “The Company” Because so many of the Seattle gay social scene worked at my company and a couple others, it meant we drank, dated, partied, clubbed, fucked, and socialized with many of the same people inside and outside of work. Everyone knew everyone, or knew someone who had slept with someone who had once dated someone…and someone always knew something about someone who had once dated the person you were interested in. There were entire blogs written by gay Seattle under pseudonyms sharing the juicy details about events or parties of all kinds, or take-down sites that shared rumors to avenge a grudge. It was Gossip Girl, Gay Seattle style. Appearance wise and professionally, I was a catch. I was involved in the gay social circles, but I was also somewhat of a pariah. By this time in 2010, I had been out of the closet for over 15 years and had had more bareback sex than probably fifty of the people I knew combined. I hooked up regularly with people off Craigslist and frequented Club Z and Basic Plumbing. I was known for liking “dirty” things like wearing harnesses, using dildos, and piss. Over the course of the years, all of this had become part of my persona that people talked about with everyone else but me. I honestly didn’t really care. There was nothing I could do to erase what they believe they knew, and regardless of how they got their information about me, a lot of it was true. But that didn’t mean they liked it. It did make any attempts at dating futile. Despite being adamantly against condom-sex and having a strong appetite for non-“vanilla” sex, first dates for me often involved overcoming rumors and perceptions. “Do you really bareback?” “You go to Club Z, isn’t that place just all people with HIV doing drugs?” I wasn’t even positive at this point. First dates spent explaining these things are a clear indicator things aren’t going to work. So I focused on what I knew I did well and really liked doing…sex. My kind of sex. I was still active socially, but instead of accepting date invites or asking guys out, I’d go home and cook dinner, find some dick on Craigslist, get a load, and go to sleep………… ----------------------------- I hadn't met Ethan before, and we didn't have any work interaction at "the company.” I would come to find out that we also had very few friends in common, which was a rare thing for those that were gay in Seattle AND worked at the company. We were both asked by our separate organizations to work on a special cross-company project along with several others and started having daily multi-hour project meetings and working sessions that would last past dinnertime. I thought he was attractive, and we didn’t need to tell each other we were gay. We were as flirty as you can be in a professional environment in front of colleagues by our second day on the project. Ethan was a presence. He was 6’4” – muscular but still had a softness to his lines and contours. His arms were muscly. He had a trim waste, big chest, big butt and thighs. He had a cropped haircut of very dark almost black hair. He had a great smile filled with shocking white teeth contrasting with his light but still olive complexion. He dressed like a well dressed Italian – fitted shirts and polos, expensive jeans and fitted pants. He was funny and told amazing jokes, was polite and kind with his words. He had the type of confidence that you love to see in people…not ever bordering on arrogant but secure in himself. We hit it off and at the end of the second week of the project, we decided to drive back to the city and go have a drink. The palpable sexual energy grew while he rubbed my leg while sitting next to each other on bar stools. At the end of round one he had migrated his hand all the way to right between my legs and underneath my balls and we had kissed briefly. We drove back to his place and had really amazing sex. Ethan had a really nice dick – big enough to be notable compared to others. It was like the perfect dick. It was a Goldilocks dick. I didn’t give a shit about where we were going as a couple but I’m going to do everything to remain friends… He had been behind me eating my hole and then suddenly there was lube slathered across my hole. He moved very quickly and the very next thing I knew, his dick was pushing against the center of my hole playfully. And then in one aggressive and committed move, he pushed his dick all the way in and kept pushing until my hole was wrapped around the base of his dick. I moaned and squirmed a bit – that was not a typical maneuver for most tops so it was completely unexpected. He settled into a normal rhythm of fucking me, occasionally smacking my ass, and occasionally pulling his dick all the way out and shoving it back in. I could feel my hole being worked and stretched and I was moaning and asking him for more. Over probably 25 minutes, he came three times back-to-back inside of me. I could feel each one as his dick twitched and he gave extra power to thrust deep inside me to bury his load. He eventually pulled out and before I could move from my hands and knees position to lay down, he started working my hole with his fingers. Before I knew it he had all five fingers in my hole and was working to get his hand deeper inside me. He kept going for over 10 minutes until I was comfortable up to the widest part of his hand. He continued to work but after many minutes of this we stopped, both of us exhausted. We collapsed side by side. “That was fucking awesome. It was fucking hot being inside you.” “Damn dude, that was one helluva fuck! I can’t believe you came three times!” “It’s a curse. Even when I jerk off I cum multiple times! So, I fucked you raw. Sorry about that. I’m not a condom guy. I’m negative and don’t have any STDs.” “Dude, I only fuck without a condom. It’s fine with me. Me too on the test results. I want you to do that when we fuck again!” He grabbed my hand and rolled to his side to look at me. We both looked like two gays who just had amazing sex. A sheen of sweet across our bodies, hair disheveled, smiling. “So no condoms. Yeah, I really hate them. I know it’s not a popular opinion but…ah well! I got a lot of unpopular opinions. I don’t share them all that much because Seattle gays are so fucking judgy!” We talked a bit about the Seattle gay scene and being part of it, but also outsiders as well. We had a real connection in that way. “So what else do you like to do…like…in terms of sex and fucking?” We talked for about an hour about all the things we had in common sexually and shared some interesting stories from our past. We got along great on a multitude of levels……………………….. ----------------------------- Over the next several weeks, we continued to hook up but I wouldn’t say either of us thought of it as dating. In fact, frequently we’d get together after the gym after work, fuck, and then go out to sushi or a restaurant after. It was effortless. We had an obvious attraction for each other, but we were not forcing things in to a “dating” or “relationship” box. We hooked up at work a few times – I’d go to his building or he’d come to mine, or we’d meet somewhere on campus. He’d also occasionally send me “dares” via instant message. “I dare you to piss in a coffee cup and then carry it around with you to meetings for the rest of the day” or “Go jerk off in the bathroom on to your hand and send me a picture of you eating it.” I completed all of the dares. It was nice to have a friend I had things in common with that I could be myself around and also have great sex with……………………………………………… ----------------------------- About three months after our first “date,” the company announced a special “bonus” for all employees – a full week paid week off. Different organizations would have different weeks, but Ethan and I would come to find out that our organizations had the same week assigned for our bonus week. We hadn’t talked the week prior to the “bonus week” because I think everyone was scrambling to get stuff done so we could enjoy the time off. I had planned on staying home, doing projects around the house, seeing family…. just relaxing. That became boring by Saturday mid-day when I got a call from Ethan. “What are you up to?” It was a beautiful late spring day, blue skies, warm but not hot. He invited me over to his house to have some drinks outside on the deck. He had a beautiful hose overlooking the water. I started to change clothes and was about to leave but stopped at the door and decided I should douche just in case. I didn’t think this was a bootie call but it’s better to be prepared than sorry. I got to Ethan’s and he opened the door and he walked towards me, wrapped his big arms around me, and lifted me off the ground and spun around on his front porch. He was in a very good high energy mood, and it was palpable. He made some vodka sodas and after a few rounds, shooting the shit, we both had a nice buzz. He came back with one more around and after setting them down walked behind my chair and started squeezing my shoulders repeatedly. His touch was firm and penetrating, but not painful. My body was already tingling. He then reached over further and ran both his hands down the front of my torso, continuing his hand all the down until he reached the waist of my jeans. The pressure of his hands was again firm and penetrating and I felt amazing. My dick was rock hard and I wanted nothing else but to get naked and climb on to his dick. He stood back up and walked to his chair and sat down, looking over at me. “I really like that we can talk about all the things we talk about. I don’t get to do that with many people. They’re either freaked out, intimated, scared, or part of the ‘safe only’ crowd.” I could relate. “Trust me, I get it. I don’t even get to talk about stuff like this because half the time, people have already heard about me from someone else.” “So, you really like…?” (he listed out a bunch of the stuff we had talked about) “Yeah, really, I do. I wish I had more of it. Sometimes it’s hard enough to find someone to fuck without a condom, let alone piss on you…as an example.” “Totally. I just keep being up front about it and fuck the judgy assholes………so………how do you feel about like bondage, restraints, gags, things like that. I know we talked a little about it but are you in to it?” I told him how I had restraints, harnesses, gags, restraints myself but only rarely used them during longer fuck sessions. Ethan told me he liked using them as often as possible. “Can I show you something? Come with me and take a look at this.” We entered the house and walked into the living room. Tucked in to an alcove you wouldn’t see unless you stood in the living room (which I’d not done on previous visits) was this MASSIVE black trunk. It appeared to be covered in leather, had silver hardware and handles, and was just massive in size. At least two people could sit inside. Covered with embossed black leather with silver hardware and handles, filling the entire width of the alcove and approximately 4 feet tall. It was massive. It was a beautiful statement piece and was strangely very different than the rest of the furniture I’d seen at his house. “That thing is huge. Where did you get it?” He had purchased it when a famous hotel in New York had closed several years prior. It was one of the statement pieces they had in their lobby. He opened the trunk. I was speechless and stood there with my hand raised to cover my mouth, eyes wide trying to take in everything in front of me. Inside, and very neatly organized, were an array of all things “sex” - dildos, buttplugs, anal beads. All types of restraints and harnesses, ball gags, different types of rope, chains, locks. There was a thing I would learn was called "the humbler" which looked like a symmetrical paddle with a hole in the middle. There was some plastic tubing and a box shaped “bucket.” Nipple clamps, cockrings, ball stretchers. There was a control panel with dials and a cord next to a ziplock bag of smaller cords which I assumed had to be some fancy eStim device. It wasn't just like he had one of some of these items, he had multiple. And it was so meticulously organized. You probably couldn't go into a sex store and find as much inventory. We were standing side by side and he grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. “Whadya think?” He seemed genuinely excited to show it to me and hear my response. My eyes were wide because I was taking it all in, I had a grin on my face. I was impressed and said so to Ethan: "This is really fucking impressive. You have like EVERYTHING! And it's all so organized. All my gear is in a duffle back in the closet and every time you want anything you have to dump the whole bag out and scrounge around on the floor just to find a cockring! I'm jealous!" "Don't be jealous! (he switched gears really quick) I thought maybe we could carve out some time to work on our deliverables sometime this week even though we're not working. What do you have going on this week...anything?" "Not a damn thing - I don't want to do anything that I thought I would tackle so I'm probably just gonna watch TV and play XBOX." "So no family anything, no dates, no meet ups with friends?" (I remember thinking he was asking for a lot of specificity but it didn't alarm me...Ethan was a business analyst so his job is to probe for details. But the change in focus from sex toys to my week-off schedule was abrupt. In retrospect, I understood his interest for my full week’s schedule.) "Nope!" "Cool, well, you wanna have some fun and play with some of this shit. You cool with a little Dom/Sub action? I'll be the Dom since you don't know what half this shit is probably." "Fuck yeah! This is hot as fuck. Are you gonna fuck me full of cum again too? I want some more of that." "Hell yeah, trust me, you'll get plenty of cum." (to be continued .... as of the date of publication 12/27/2025 - 22 additional Parts have been written with a plan for 18 more)

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!”

I was having a boring day at work so I was cruising Grindr and was hit up by a cute bottom guy. He was tall, about 6’1” with dark hair and fairly muscular but not totally ripped or anything. He asked if I wanted to fuck and I said yes but couldn’t go far from my work and I had to do it on my lunch break. I suggested the bath house because it was fairly close to me and he agreed. I also made sure he was good with fucking raw, and he said he loved it. We met at the bath house and I paid for both of us. We just got lockers so we went to the changing area and I got naked with just a towel and he stripped down to a jock strap and a harness. He had never been to the bath house before so we walked around, me with a towel around my waist and him in his jock and harness. Being the middle of the day, there was hardly anyone around. We briefly went through the maze, stopping to make out a bit, which got my cock growing. We went out onto the sun deck, and he put his towel down on one of the loungers and got on his ands and knees. I got behind him and knelt down, giving his hole a few licks with my tongue. I could tell he had cleaned out and was pre lubed. I stood up behind him and tossed my towel onto a lounger. It felt great being naked outside, although it was a bit chilly. I spit in my hand a couple times and between that and his pre lubing, I was able to sink my raw dick balls deep in him without any problem. I grabbed on to his harness and slow fucked him, sliding nearly all the way out before going in again. His ass was buttery smooth and felt amazing wrapped around my cock. This guy was a stranger two hours prior and now my precum was lining the walls of his rectum. I fucked him slow for about five minutes then he wanted to go get in the sling. I pulled out of him, grabbed my towel and led him to the sling room, my hard cock swinging out in the open. We got to the room and he got in the sling as I shut the door. I lined up my cock with his hole and sank back in again. I grabbed the chains of the sling and used them to swing him back and forth on my naked cock. I told him in a few minutes he’d have his ass filled with a strangers cum. He squeezed his ass on my cock and told me to fuck him faster and breed him so I started slamming my cock in and out of him, feeling my orgasm build. A couple minutes later I told him to get ready as my orgasm hit and I started shooting inside of him, still slamming my cock in and out. I finished cumming and pulled out of him and watched as some of my cum leaked out of his ass onto the floor below. He told me that was his favorite part and we went and showered and left. I went back to work, wondering what my coworkers would have thought if they’d known I’d just bred a stranger on my lunch break. About a year later he texted me and told me he was poz and I should get tested. I was fine but he said I should get on prep. A few months later I saw him on Grindr and said hi. He asks if I wanted to hook up again and I said of course. I got there and he was in a jock and harness again and as I was undressing he said I could use a condom but he was undetectable. I lined up my cock and sank it bareback in him and a few minutes later I unloaded into his poz ass.

Morning: Rob reached out via WhatsApp and suggested I head to his place. He had said he was interested in some serious oral and manual ass play and that he had this new toy dildo thing that we had wanted use once before… but didn't have time (strapon). It was quite thick and long. He says he gets a kick out of the feel as well. On the way to Rob's place, I get a phone call from Rick and he says he is horny as fuck and did I wanna fuck? He was dog-sitting his daughter's dog and he was worried about leaving dog alone. Of course, I told him I'd be happy to head over and fuck. I just had an appointment and would be done in an hour or two. Would that work? He agreed and I smiled knowing I would likely be heading to Rick's place with Rob's load in my guts. Rob was naked in the kitchen when I walked in and already had a semi hardon happening. I said HI, gave him a quick kiss and groped his cock. It immediately started to harden in my hand, so I dropped to my knees and sucked the skin into my mouth. I pulled the skin back gently with my teeth and lips and watched it stretch. Then I nibbled the foreskin and his knees almost gave out. We smoked a few bowls. He was horny as fuck and kept touching my balls and cock, and drifting across my nipples... sliding down my back and playing with my hole. I had cleaned out deep, cause I never knew what to expect from Rob. I had also used a thick syringe to push a big load of lube into my guts. Suddenly he bent me over the kitchen counter and fucked me for a few minutes while I took some pulls on the pipe. He licked my hole and spit all over it and slapped his cock on the outside and then fucking in/out a couple of inches to tease me. I turned and dropped to my knees and I sucked his cock and balls until I had him dripping precum in nothing flat. He was HAF for sure. We went upstairs and he immediately bent me over bed and fucked me for a while doggy style. He fed me some poppers and worked in deeper and talked dirty in my ear the whole time. He licked my ear and told me he was going to ruin my hole and then load it up with one of his famous massive pre-cum THEN cum loads. Rob's precum is larger than most guys full load. He just generates ton of cum. I literally feel the precum shooting in my guts when he starts... then he stops for a couple of seconds and then typically gives me a big wet load. I was surprised at the intensity of the fuck and the orgasm. After he blew his load in my second hole, he got on his back and I started to eat his ass. After a short bit, he pushed me off and said he needed to fuck again. He said he needed to top more today. He grabbed some lube and the strapon toy and got it loaded onto his cock. It was a good 8" long and probably 3" around... pretty big. A penis extension for his already thick and hard 7" cock. But, while he was wearing the toy he could only slide it part way down his thick cock and so his cock + toy ended up being about a good 10-11" of juicy hard cock for my stretched hole. I got on my back and pulled my legs back wide. I did some poppers while he slow dicked me with strapon. Right from the entrance of my hole and all the way down to his pubes. I came a couple of times - assgasm AND orgasm. I bet he fucked me 10 minutes with that thing. He said he wasn't sure weather he wanted to cum inside the hollow strap on or not? Of course, I convinced him to pull it off and go back into my now 'sloppy' cunt. His big load of precum and cum were coated all over the strapon. My hole was a dripping, gaping mess. I slid a couple of fingers across the outside of my hole and I could feel how raw and stretched out I was... I pulled some cum from the edge of my ass and looked him right in the eye as I licked my fingers clean. His eyes lit up when he realized I still had it on my tongue and he pushed his raw cock into my raw hole and kissed me. Hard. We swapped his load from my hole back and forth. Our tongues dueled and pushed the cum back and forth until we both had 50% and we looked into one another's eyes as we both swallowed at the same time. His hard cock was slowly pumping me the entire time we snowballed. His hairy chest and nipples rubbed against my hairy chest and nipples. We both groaned at the piggy-ness of the situation. He pulled his cock to the edge of my hole, looked at me and slammed back in deep (cuz' I was all opened up) and he dropped an incredibly large hot load in my second hole. We kissed some more while he churned his cum around the inside of my guts. Nice and slow. Side to side. Out to the edge and back in deep. He said "Can you hear the squishiness and wetness of your hole around my cock"?? At that point, I blew a massive load of my own and he ducked back quickly to capture it with his mouth. I finished shooting in his mouth and could feel the gentle suction and tongue action as he licked my cockhead and foreskin. At the same time, he had reached over and put in the ass plug into my hole in one smooth push. This way I could keep the cum inside. He knew I often liked to use his used cum in my hole as natural lube and go home to ride a couple of my BIG ass stretcher toys and jerk off to home made amateur porn. It turns him on knowing I'm carrying his load home with me to continue some ass play. It turns ME on knowing I am headed to Rick's place for load number two. Rick: I called Rick from the highway and said I had completed my 'errands' and was he around? He said he was sitting and watching some porn and edging... how long would I be? Door was open, so come on in!! I told him about 15 minutes and drove directly to his place. The entire way there, I clenched and relaxed my stretched hole and felt the butt plug with each contraction. I imagined what my freshly fucked hole would look and feel like wrapped around the big black plug. Sure enough, the door was unlocked and I closed it and locked it before heading upstairs to the spare bedroom where I knew the computer sat on a nice glass computer desk. Rick yelled "HI, I'm up in the spare bedroom." I started to untie my sweat pants and I pulled my t-shirt over my head as I walked into the room. Rick was sitting naked in front of the monitor with a major hardon. I could see precum dripping from the head of his cock as he slowly stroked it and looked at me stripping inside the doorway. I looked over his shoulder to see what he was watching and I could see a couple of leather Daddy's on the screen. Both had harnesses on and one guy was laid back in a sling while the other guy was taking long, slow strokes in and out of the hairy ass under him. The bottom had a thick uncut dripping cock and the top clearly had at least 9-10" of cock sliding in and out of the bottom's hole. You could see the bottom's ass lips stretched with every outward pull. Rick rolled his chair back a couple of feet and I dropped down to the floor and licked the tip of his leaking cock. This made him groan and throw his head back on the chair. I could feel his cock flex as I slowly slipped the entire thing into my wet mouth, then down my wet throat. I squeezed the length of his cock with my throat muscles a few times, accompanied by his guttural grunts and groans. Then I slowly pulled off all the way to the tip of his rock hard cock and gave a few fast butterfly flicks across the glans. He pointed at the screen and said... "Check that out". I turned my head in time to see the hung top pull his cock from the stretched bottom's hole and immediately replace it with his fingers and fist. He slipped his entire hand into that gape slowly and as he pushed and twisted the bottom thrashed around in the sling. You could tell the bottom was enjoying the cock and fist action. I turned back to Rick's rock hard cock and could see a huge dollop of pre-cum leaking from his piss slit and I looked up at him and made eye contact as I leaned forward and licked it clean. He nodded at the big screen monitor and I stood up, bent over the desk and arched my ass, legs spread apart. On the screen, the big uncut cock appeared to be shooting a load of cum into the moaning bottom's hole. Withing seconds, you could see the hole getting creamy and the top just kept stroking in and out, nice and slow, but deep. Churning that load up. I heard an intake of breath from Rick as he reached down and saw the butt plug handle between my ass cheeks. He leaned forward and whispered "Are you stretching this hole out with that plug so I can go deep right off the start" as he slowly turned and twisted the butt plug. He teased me by pulling the plug to the edge of my ass lips and as I could feel them stretching outward, he pushed the plug back inside. I groaned from the nice stretch, and he repeated a few more times. Suddenly, he slapped my ass with his bare hand and said "You slut... do you already have a load of cum in there? I can see cum covered that plug when I pull it to the edge. What the fuck?" I looked over my shoulder and grinned at him and said "Why don't you slide your hard cock in there and see for yourself". I felt the insistent tug of the plug once again being pulled to the edge, but this time, he pulled it out in one swift move and then stopped. I looked over my shoulder again, and he was smiling and rotating the ass plug around slowly. He looked right at me and licked a blob of cum off the tip. Then he reached around and put it in front of my face. I grinned and swallowed the entire plug in one slow, smooth move. I took the entire thing into my mouth as he twisted it around inside and against my tongue. As I licked the cum clean from the plug, I felt Rick's hard cock at the entrance to my hole. He dropped the plug on the floor and slapped the purple head of his cock against my wet hole. You could hear the squish as he slapped it a few times. His cock is semi-cut and the skin was pulled back past the rim of his fat head. His cock was a nice 7 or so inches and he could stay hard for a long time, and multiple cumshots in one session. I knew he was excited about the chance to fuck a preloaded hole. He said, "Push some of that cum out. Just a little bit. I wanna use it for lube." I carefully opened my hole a little and pushed and I heard him gasp. "Oh fuck ya.. right there. Just wait". He lined his cockhead in my pucker and took both his hands and gripped my hips and DROVE his cock inside. One fast, deep thrust. Right to the base of his balls. Then he momentarily stopped while I gasped, surprised at the ferocity of his thrust. Then I saw a bottle of poppers appear under my nose and he told me to take a couple of huffs. I did as he suggested and he pulled the bottle away and I heard the lid go back on. I immediately felt his hands on my hips again and as my brain started to float, I felt him pull all the way out to the point where he was stretching my ass lips outward with the big flare of his cockhead. And he slammed into my stretched hole again and again. He started slapping my ass and calling me a cumslut for coming to him with a preloaded hole. And then he settled in to a good solid fuck. One of those fucks where he is deep dicking me and slapping my ass and talking dirty. He told me he loved the feel of the warm load wrapped around his cock as it pistoned in and out. He warned me to squeeze tight and not let any cum or precum spill out of my hole... or else. I was already well stretched out from Rob's big uncut cock and load. Rob had deposited that load deep into my second hole and Rick told me he was enjoying the feeling of the slick, warm cum coating his cock as he plowed in and out. Rick pushed my face down into the office chair and made sure it was up against the desk in a locked in position. I could feel him move forward a few shuffles and I knew what was coming next. He always did that when he wanted to 'dig in' deep inside my second hole. Just like Rob enjoyed the same spot. He continued with some solid slaps on my red ass. My cheeks were getting hot from the slapping. The poppers showed up again. I took a few huffs and braced myself as I felt him really starting to get in deep. He was using his legs to drive himself forward. His hips arched upwards and I could feel his cock bottoming out inside of me. He just took some nice short 1-2" thrusts while buried deep. "I love this feeling brother.. I'm gonna seed your guts and add my load in with Load #1. I'm gonna drown you with cum, I'm so turned on". And he made a funny noise and just pounded the crap out of me. His cock was bouncing around my guts and banging off the edges and the prostate and deep into the second hole as he exploded. He stopped thrashing around and stood still just pumping his hips back and forth gently as I milked the remaining cum from his cock. He churned it up really well and took his time mixing up the two loads of cum up inside of me. After a few minutes, he pulled out and I spun around and took his balls into my hand - right at the base of his balls. I held him balls gently but tight and leaned forward to lick all the cum from his semi-hard cock and all around the base of his cock and his balls. I know just about how much tongue action I can give him without setting of his sensitivity shudders. Once he was licked clean, I stood up and he pushed me towards his bedroom. There was a blanked covering the bed and he told me to get on the bed on my back. I wasn't sure what was coming next, but then he reached over and pulled a sleepmask off the dresser and put it on me. I was 'blacked out' and could only hear and feel what was going on. "Just relax and enjoy the ride" he said and passed me the bottle of poppers. I took a few hits and laid back in the darkness wondering what he was going to do. I felt a couple of fingers open my puffy hole and stroke in and out just an inch or so. Then those same fingers were pushed up against my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid the cummy fingers across my tongue. I sucked them clean and expected him to go back and do it again. Instead I felt the same two fingers being pushed a little deeper into my ass. Then pulled back. About a good minute of being fingered, stretched slightly and having my prostate rubbed randomly as he stroked in and out. It was an incredible feeling. Then a third finger was added. He kept talking about how wet my ass was and how hot it looked dripping cum around his hand. It was definitely turning my crank to hear him go on about how it looked. I sure couldn't see it. A fourth finger slid in beside the others. He was slowly stroking right up to the base of the fingers and his thumb. He kept stroking and sliding his hand around the edge of my hole. I could feel the slickness of his hand thanks to all the cum. And then, he started to slide the thumb in with the four fingers. This was new for him. He had never fisted my hole before. As he worked in deeper and took his time 'pumping' his fist back and forth like a big fat cock, he told me he was going to push all the cum deep into my guts. I took a couple more huffs and then relaxed my hole. He could feel me let it go a little and was ready. His fist slid easily inside my hole and he stopped moving for a minute or so, while I got used to the feeling. He flexed his fingers just a little bit, so I could feel exactly where he was, and once again, I relaxed and told him to keep going. He started to gently pump my hole with his fist. I felt the two longest fingers probing and teasing the ring of muscles into my second hole and I pushed them outwards so he could slide deeper. The feeling was incredible. He just kept 'hand-fucking' me gently and slowly, but continue to push inwards a little bit at a time. He stopped moving and I asked him what was wrong?? He replied " I want to make sure I get a picture of this so you can see how deep my fist is up your asshole buddy". I groaned and flexed my inner and outer ass rings and he started pumping again. He managed to stroked my prostate with every in and out movement and after a few minutes of this wonderful torture, I blew a load of cum. Within seconds of me cumming, he gently pulled his fist out of my ass. I could hear the juices squishing around the entire time. Suddenly, I felt his cock slide back into my hole and heard him 'sigh'. He told me this was the most fun he had enjoyed in a while and his inner piggy definitely came to life. I grinned and just took his cock as he slammed me standing at the edge of his bed. He fed me a couple more huffs of poppers and I felt three fingers slide into my ass beside his thrusting cock. It felt amazing and he used his fingers to grip his cock from one side while I squeezed his cock and fingers with my ass muscles. He spent the next few minutes pushing his cock in and out, then sliding his fingers up inside, then sliding his cock inside along the fingers. The feeling was pretty intense. He made that funny noise again and pulled his cock right to the edge of my ass lips and I could feel some warm spurts of cum all over the edge of my stretched gaping hole. I could also feel a shot or two go directly into my gape and land on the inside of my hole. Then he shoved his cock back in and churned the cum in and out of my ass. I felt his fingers at my mouth again and I licked more of our combined juices from his fingers. He went back down and scooped some more and continued to feed me. I was in piggy heaven feeling his cock and his fingers working over my hole and licking those fingers clean. He pulled back and pulled me off the bed and onto my knees. I quickly felt the head of his dripping cock smack against my lips. I had no idea where he was standing, so I just opened my mouth and he fed his cock inside. I licked his cock and balls clean again using my tongue as a guide of where to clean. Once I knew he was cleaned off, I leaned back on my haunches and he pulled the sleep mask off me. "That was a very hot scene... we need to do that again... soon". He took the butt plug and pushed it back inside of me and said... "Go home and ride a dildo using this cum for lube and get yourself off again. Next time we video this....".

In the early 2000s I met several guys on Craigslist m4m message board. I saw one guy mid 20s white, 5’10”, 150 lbs, vers who lived downtown, so I hit him up since I lived downtown as well. We emailed back and forth a few times and he eventually invited me over to his place. I guess I was more adventurous back then because we didn’t even exchange photos. I went over to his apartment in the afternoon and he buzzed me in. I knocked on his door and he opened it. He was a cute blonde, wore glasses (definitely a turn on for me), and had on a black tank top, jeans, and running shoes. “Am I okay?” I asked him, “I can leave if you want.” ”No, you’re cute,” he told me, “come in.” I followed him inside and he gave me a quick tour of his 1 bedroom apartment. He had a cute little patio and we chatted out there a bit before moving inside to his couch. We hadn’t explicitly talked about having sex, but I was getting good vibes, so when we had a lull in the conversation I pulled his head to me and kissed him. Our tongues dueled for a couple minutes until he pulled my shirt off me. I returned the favor and resumed kissing him, eventually going down his neck and chest to his nipples as I removed my shoes and socks. I knelt down in front of him and took off his shoes and socks, and then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, revealing a curved cut 6 inch cock. I stripped him completely then stood up to remove my jeans and boxer briefs. I just stepped out of my clothes when he leaned forward and took my own 6 inch circumcised dick into his mouth, slowly sucking up and down. After about a minute he stood up and led me into his bedroom and pushed me down on the bed on my back. He go on the bed and flipped around so we could 69. I took his cock into my mouth and he took mine into his and we had a languid mutual blowjob session for about 10 minutes. He pulled off me and flipped around to lay beside me. “I don’t have a condom,” he told me. ”Oh,” I replied. “You should’ve said something. I could’ve brought one.” He took my cock in his hand and started stroking me. I grabbed his and started stroking him as well. His spit from the blowjob dried up pretty quickly so I asked him if he had lube, and he grabbed a bottle out of his bedside table and squirted it on both our cocks. We kissed some more as we lay side by side slowly stroking each other. After a couple minutes he pulled me over on top of him, my legs going in between his and sliding them apart slightly. Our lubed cocks slid against each other as I started to grind on him. His kissing got more intense and his arms were pulling on my back. My arms were wrapped around him as I thrust against him. His hips were grinding up on me as well and eventually as we both pulled back away from each other during our thrusting, my rock hard cock dropped underneath him and started sliding along his ass crack. Every once in a while I would pull back enough so the head of my dick made contact with his hole. He was squirming so much beneath me I couldn’t tell if he was pulling away from me when that happened. I was so horny at this point and just wanted to drive my raw cock in his hole, but we hadn’t talked at all about fucking, other than him letting me know he didn’t have a condom. I decided to test my luck so I wrapped my hand around my dick and placed my fist at his hole so when I thrust through my hand the head pushed against it. Each time I did that it seemed to get a reaction out of him but I couldn’t tell if he was into it. We were still passionately kissing so the only noises he was making were some moans. I thrust again and felt the lubed tip of my cock start to spread his hole. His tongue was deep in my mouth and his arms were wrapped around my body. I thrust a few more times, his hole spreading more and more. Finally I felt his sphincter give way and the head of my uncovered cock sank into him, my fist keeping the rest from going the rest of the way in. He arched his back up, thrusting his hips against me, kissing me harder and his arms pulling my chest closer to him. I let go of my cock and wrapped my arms around him as his legs came up and wrapped around my back. My bareback cock sank balls deep into him. He broke off our kiss and threw his head back. “Oh fuck!” He cried. “Are you okay?” I asked slowly starting to pull out. “Yeah,” he replied, “I’ve never fucked without a condom before, it feels awesome.” ”We can stop if you want,” I told him. “No,” he said, “you can keep going. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now but couldn’t find anyone who was willing. Everyone always uses a condom.” “Do you want me to pull out before I cum?” I asked him. “No,” he said, “I wanna feel you shoot in me.” He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into another passionate kiss. I started fucking him like crazy, so turned on that this cute twink was willing to take my cock bareback and wanted my load spilling into his unprotected ass. My uncovered dick slammed in and out of him as he thrust back against me, his legs and arms pulling at me trying to get me deeper into him. After a few minutes of me railing him he eased up a bit and grabbed his cock and started furiously jerking off. My own orgasm was slowly building, driven by the fact that my semen would soon be flooding this ass for the first time. I felt myself go over the edge, the orgasm ripping through my entire body as jets of cum streamed out of my cock into him. His own cock started spraying at almost the same time, sending cum up into his chest and face and even the headboard behind him. I collapsed down on to his cum soaked chest, my raw dick still buried inside him. I kissed his lips and started licking the cum off his face before pulling my cock out of him and laying down beside him. “Fuck,” he said, “feels like I lost my virginity again.” “Thanks for letting me be the one to do it,” I said. We kissed again and we lay there for a bit until I said I had to go. I got dressed and kissed him and left. A few days later I called him and asked if he wanted to hook up again. He agreed, so I got cleaned out and lubed up my hole before heading over. He buzzed me up and when I knocked he opened up the door and when I walked in, I saw that he was completely naked and his cock was already hard. I followed him to the bedroom and quickly stripped as he lay down on his back on the bed. I straddled him, my ass pressing down on his cock. “You taken a load bareback, you wanna give one?” I asked him. “Only if you’re cool with it,” he replied. In response I lifted up and grabbed his cock and placed the head at my already prepared hole. I slowly slid my ass down the length of it and started riding it. “Fuck, I’m not gonna last long,” he said after about thirty seconds. “How long is not long?” I asked. He grabbed my hips and gave three quick thrusts and moaned, and I knew he was breeding my unprotected hole. “That long,” he said, “sorry.” “Don’t apologize,” I told him, “that’s all I want when I bottom. An ass loaded with cum and a satisfied top.” I pulled off him and lay down next to him. “Thanks,” he said, “if you wanna get off you can fuck me.” Five minutes later I dumped another load in his ass.

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. I woke up laying in the fetal position, naked except for all of the gear. I was in the post-nap fog which was amplified by the fact that I was blindfolded and had no sense of time. I knew I had slept but had no idea how long. I knew there was a blanket laying over the back of the couch so I nuzzled it with my nose then used my mouth to bite it and pull it down on top of me. Between being locked in the Cage, eating food out of a dog bowl, and now using my mouth to bite on a blanket and pull it – these things by themselves made me feel for a moment that I actually was a dog...that I was Ethan and Jacob's pet. I had a wave of giddy happiness, like when a dog is pet, praised, and then given a bone. I was happy and comfortable laying on the couch, and I could tell I was going to fall back asleep. As I started to fall asleep, I thought briefly about what might be coming next and then stopped myself, recognizing it wasn’t worthwhile to try and predict what was coming next. I thought again about how well choreographed everything had been so far, and how both Jacob and the new guy all seemed to already know what was happening – they both entered the situation with no hesitation and seemed familiar to know that Ethan had a “Boy.” It felt planned and practiced, like a top tier Broadway play. It felt like they were doing this as a team together. I had organized sex parties before of varying sizes – some very successful, some not as much. But those parties were about combining the right group of compatible guys at the same time, nothing that required scripting and physical movement and anything other than lube, sexy toys, and porn. If they had planned this, they had already put in a lot of work for this to just be a 24-hour fuck session... The planning and orchestration demonstrated made me realize that the session was probably not ending tonight and maybe not even tomorrow night. That thought did not make me feel stressed or anxious. In fact, accepting it could be so made me relax. And with that, I fell asleep again. I woke up some time later and was surprised to find Ethan with his hand on my hip, rubbing me gently (like he was petting me). I could feel the presence of Jacob and the new person, and I imagined they were sitting in the two chairs on either end of the couch. There was a commercial playing on the TV, and after it ended, another commercial: "Coming up on King 5 at 11..." - it wasn't 11PM for sure, but they were teasing the 11PM broadcast of the news which meant it had to be later than the 5:30-6:30P evening broadcast, so it was sometime between 6:30P and 11PM. So, I had been there at minimum 5 hours and no more than 10. It was reassuring simply to understand how much time had elapsed. "Boy, do you need to use the restroom or clean up?" I realized at this exact moment that I still had the anal beads in my hole. I instantly felt them inside me and enjoyed the fullness of having them in me. FUCK! They had been in for enough time that it was probably good for me to go rinse off and shower. "Sir, may I take a shower please and remove the anal beads for now?" "Yes, boy. Let me take you to the shower." He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me on to my feet, gave me permission to walk to the shower with him, but grabbed me by the collar and more than gently pulled/dragged me the direction he wanted to go. We got into the bathroom and Ethan shut the door. He removed all the restraint gear including my blindfold, and even though all I could see was the bathroom, it was the first thing I had seen in hours, and I was a bit overwhelmed just trying to focus my eyes. The bathroom had nothing in it. No pictures or art. No clock. No window. It was weird to look around and see things again – not just imagine what might be in front of me. I also noticed how differently I moved while I was getting into the shower, compared to how I moved blindfolded – I moved somewhat cautiously and used my hands to find surfaces, much like I did blindfolded. "Be as quick as you can, we're just getting going." Ethan exited the bathroom and shut the door behind him. There was a Shower Shot installed. I stood under the water for a moment and just enjoyed the warmth of the water flowing over my body. I was waking up, energized from my nap. I began to remove the anal beads slowly, the first to come out is always the largest and most challenging. Bending over, I pulled slowly, feeling my hole stretch open to allow the ball to pass. I groaned loudly when it came out. Now unmuffled by the ball gag, I’m sure my Dominants all heard the sound I made. In the time I had been asleep, my hole had started to tighten again, making removing that first large ball incredibly intense. My dick was getting hard and I spent a few moments stroking my dick, something I had not done in quite a while. I removed the remainder of the anal beads slowly, one by one, each time pausing slowly to recover. Despite the fact they were decreasing in size, each one felt significant and the sensations were intense. My hole felt completely empty now that all the anal beads were removed. Empty in a way that I did not like and hoped wouldn’t last long. I reached my hands around while I was bent over and fingered my hole with both hands, put two fingers in from each hand and pulled my hole apart, and ran my fingers over the outside of my hole to see what it felt like. Progress had been made. This is the type of hole that belongs to a Submissive who’s being trained. I douched, then showered and dried off. Ethan had laid out all of the restraints on the counter neatly, and just as I stepped out of the shower, Ethan entered the bathroom. I then saw on the counter that all of the restraints had been laid out neatly on the counter. With the same precision and speed he demonstrated before, Ethan had all the restraints back on me in no time. It would have taken me five times as long to do what he did. There was one item missing, however – the ball gag. I hadn’t noticed but there was a new one that was on the counter. I looked at it and immediately noticed that it was the same as design as the ball gag, but instead of the ball, there was a small dildo and leather panel. The dildo wasn’t large enough to be used in your hole, but I was already anticipating how it might feel locked into your mouth. I had a feeling that despite its seemingly small size, this gag was not going to be a walk in the park. I was right. The curved shape of the dildo plus its size did exactly what Jacob's dick had done earlier – fill my mouth and then stop just show of going down your throat and causing you to choke. The base of the dildo was almost like a bite-guard which forced you to wrap your lips around it and then bite down. A leather panel covered the entirely of your mouth. Once on, I could breathe through my mouth, but it was more difficult. I had seen things like this online, but it was the first time I had ever experienced one. The last thing to go on was the blindfold. Ethan shoved two fingers in my still slightly wet hole and I heard him then suck on his fingers. He grabbed my arm and started walking me towards the living room. As we were walking, I had a fleeting thought that – as much as I had enjoyed the shower and being able to see -- I actually enjoyed how I felt with all of my gear. I felt comfortable walking in to the room, looking this way, feeling this way. For all I knew there could be even more people in the living room waiting, but I wasn’t worried about that. My gear was starting to become an armor of sorts. I was walking into the room feeling proud for what I’d already done and excited for what was to come. “I am Boy” I thought, wanting to grin but blocked by the gag. I am Boy…I AM Boy! "Boy, kneel!" I dropped to my knees and Jacob came up behind me, pushing my torso forward until my face touched the ground. He maneuvered my arms inside my legs and moved my body position until my wrists and ankles were next to each other. I was tucked in to a tight “ball" shape and had no support for my torso, so my head rest on the ground. Jacob attached all the chains, including connecting my wrists to my ankles. “Try to move, Boy” I grunted agreement and then tried to move. I could move slightly in any direction but most important, any attempt to move my body forward and pull away from whatever or whoever was using my hole was stopped by the chains and the restraints. I was able to lift my head up off the floor and sit up slightly, but otherwise, could not stop my hole from getting used. "Boy has got a nice hole. We’re off to a good start, Boy, but we need to get you prepared. This hole has a lot of potential but you’re not winning any trophies yet. You want to be the best don’t you, Boy?” Jacob sounded happy and excited, but also serious. I grunted again, nodding my head in agreement. Jacob rubbed his fingers over the outside of my hole and just barely pushed a few fingers in then pulled out. I could feel his face get close to my hole, I could feel his breath. He then blew on the outside of my hole a few times, making it quiver and tingle. He finished by spitting on my hole as I heard someone else walk towards us. It was the new guy: "I gotta fuck that hole open for you guys. You know I like them worked over. Boy, you ready to make this a Grade A cumhole that guys will remember?" My grunting sounded ridiculous at this point. I heard the sounds of Ethan’s shoes on the floor, walking closer to where we were. He must have gotten behind me and in front of Jacob, because he landed two hard slaps, one on each ass cheek. I groaned as loudly as I had up to this point, the sting radiating through my body. I am sure there were red hand marks left. I was enjoying the escalation of intensity I was experiencing. It felt challenging, but considered and thoughtful – they were pushing me hard and aggressively, but not so far or too fast that I wouldn’t be able to go the distance. If we were already at this point, how much further would we be by tomorrow at this time? My dick got hard thinking of the possibilities. One of the people behind me backed away, and I heard the electric-din of a TV turning on. Immediately, I could hear the sounds of a gay porn. I could tell from the sounds it was a gang-bang scene. Yes, I’ve watched enough porn to know that from the audio alone. Whoever was left behind me at this point pumped out some additional lube and rubbed the cool gel all over my hole, fingering it in once again. At the same time that was happening, it must have been someone else who was reaching underneath me to pull and yank on my dick and balls. Yes, it was two people – I could feel at least three hands, but I honestly didn’t know whose hands they were. "Let's flip him, go grab that towel." That was Jacob. I can hear a towel being shaken open to my left, closer to the area rug and coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Jacob and another person picked me up from either side, lifted me and rolled me to my back, and placed me on top of the towel. They must both be very strong, because they seemed to flip me around and move me like I was a turkey being moved from one pan to the other. Someone got behind me, up to my hole, and put their dick on my hole. “Nah, he’s too low to the ground. We can’t fuck him like this. What if we put him on the ottoman?” I was not consulted but my opinion didn’t matter. Someone brought over the ottoman and within moments, the towel was removed from underneath me and I was lifted up from the ground and on to the ottoman. “Fuck yeah! That’s perfect!” said the new guy. I could imagine what it must have looked like – my body compacted tightly into a ball, ass and hole exposed, on top of the ottoman waiting for whatever was coming my way. The hands from earlier that had been pulling on my dick and balls started to do so again. I was moaning and feeling incredible. I heard another pump of lube and again my hole was lubricated, right before I felt the tip of someone’s dick right at the center of my hole. With the sound of the porno playing and my dick and balls being pulled on, I wondered if they were going to go hard or ease me into what was next. I let out a sigh and then took a breath – it wasn’t easy breathing deeply with the dildo gag in my mouth. FAAAAHUUUCK! I got my answer as to how they’d start with my breeding. In seconds, whoever’s dick had gone from just outside my hole to balls deep, buried so fast and so deep I screamed – though you couldn’t tell due to the gag. It was the most unrelenting and unapologetic way I’ve ever been entered by someone in my life. I could not believe how intense it was. Thankfully, whoever it was kept their dick buried in me for a moment to let me get used to the girth at the base of his dick. I could tell that this must be the new guy. The base of his dick felt different than both Ethan and Jacob’s. As I had this realization, Ethan asked the new guy “how does our Boy feel?” “So fucking good!” the new guy responded. Jacob responded with “Fuckin’ A…loved fucking our Boy’s hole. Enjoy. Oh…Boy…by the way, the dick inside of you right now belongs to our friend Alex. He’s just like you, me, Ethan… and just so you know, Alex and I have been really looking forward to meeting our new Boy.” “Hi Boy, we’re going to make sure you get really well trained and used. Does my dick feel good in you right now? Can’t wait to give you my load and mark you.” Alex spoke to me for the first time directly. I grunted and shook my head and briefly tightened my hole muscles around Alex’s dick Alex let out a low guttural moan and then began fucking me with long, medium speed strokes. I think his dick must be longer than Ethan and Jacob’s because when he would push all the way in, I definitely felt it more and would moan loudly. My back arched and I focused on relaxing my muscles. I could feel sweat form on my forehead and just as I had hoped for, my hole felt filled again I was opening up for Alex, but as Alex promised, he was going to work me hard. He pulled all the way out, then shoved his dick all the way in, over and over and over again, each time ravaging my hole and making me go insane. Every stroke in he had to blast through my hole and into my guts. I moaned loudly, though no one could really hear the intensity of my screams muffled by the gag. It felt amazing. He continued this as we both got louder and louder. My guts felt absolutely filled with his dick. He then pulled out and replaced his dick with his fingers, starting with three from each hand, pulling my hole apart in both directions. Alex wanted to see a slutty gaped hole, and he was going to do his best to get one. "How's it going in there?" Alex yelled towards the kitchen, I think. "Almost done" replied either Ethan or Jacob, I couldn't tell. I could hear what sounded like the Cage moving but beyond that, my brain was overwhelmed with sensation, and I was unable to really isolate any one thing. Alex had his dick in me again, except this time when he shoved it into me, I could tell the work on my hole had paid off. I was able to consume his dick with less effort, while enjoying it just as much. He began fucking me at normal speed, always making sure to get as deep as possible. The same set of hand as before was back and had reached under me and grabbed my dick and balls, pulling both forward. Ethan entered the room and said, “Fuck yeah, how’s his hole? You get some good work done? He’s gonna need to be ready for later.” Later? I wonder what’s later. I’ve already had three dicks in me, plenty of fingers, toys. If my hole needed even more of a warmup, whatever was coming had to be big. “It looks fucking great, it feels fucking great, he’s getting there.” Jacob had let go of my balls and dick and moved behind me, next to Alex. I groaned in agreement, but I don’t know if they could hear me or cared. Alex kept fucking me. I was feeling that awesome feeling that bottoms love - the fullness of having a dick in your hole and the anticipation of getting a nice fat load shot inside. If I didn't have the gag in my mouth, I'd have been begging for his cum. He kept going for several more minutes and then he started to go a bit faster, moan a little faster, and Alex said, "I'm going to cum in your hole. I'm gonna cum in your fucking hole Boy." Balls deep with one last stroke he buried his dick all the way and I felt the unmistakable feeling of his hot cumload hitting the insides of my hole while his dick pulsated inside of me. He kept thrusting forward, trying to make sure he was as deep as he could be. He laid forward, the weight of his torso crushing me slightly. He thrust into me again pushing as deep into me as possible while his dick continued to pulse. He was shaking, I was shaking, I could feel the sweat on my forehead, I could feel my hole twitch. It had been worked open quite a bit more and was continuing to progress from tight asshole to loose cumdump. He began to slowly pull out. "You keep your hole wrapped tight around my dick while I pull out. That seed is staying up inside you. You don’t let go of a single drop" I made another grunting sound. Jacob and Ethan at this point made no comment or sounds and so I wasn't sure if they'd left the room and if so, when. The timeline was getting fuzzy. "Alex, can you get him un-tied and on to his feet or do you need help?" "Nope, I got it." Before untying me, he grabbed another plug (different from the one before). I could hear the lube pump and then the tip of the plug touched my hole. He began pushing the plug inside of my hole, allowing it to first break through and then removing it. He then in three pushes managed to insert the plug fully, the base resting against the outside of my hole. I would have screamed without the gag – my hole had been taking a beating, the last of which ended mere moments ago. Beyond that, this plug seemed unusual. It didn’t feel particularly large or particularly lengthy. But the intensity of feeling when inserted all the way was more than I expected. Alex got me on me on my feet and walked me across the room into the kitchen. When we walked into the kitchen, I could feel the presence of Ethan and Jacob. "I can't wait to fuck Boy's hole again. I thought you said he was a cumdump. That shit feels tighter than a cumdump should be. I did my best but it’s time to work him the fuck out." Alex said, then "I'm out, gotta get back home but I'll be back. Text me later. See you guys soon." Alex grabbed my dick and pulled on it, slapped it, slapped me gently on the ass, and said "Good start, Boy. But you got a lot more to do.” I just stood there for a second and wasn't sure what was next. A few moments later, my harness was removed and not replaced, the leather blindfold was replaced with another blindfold made of something that left slick and synthetic. I still was unable to see anything at all. The dildo gag was replaced with something different as well. It was much easier to breathe with the new gag. It had a similar “bite grip” at the base, but the gag itself felt like an open tube which extended out from my face, then back in to my mouth, stopping before my throat. It kept my mouth open the same way. The ankle and wrist restraints were also removed and as they were being taken off, Ethan said, "This is your first opportunity to show you can control yourself. You need to maintain your body positions as if the restraints are still on. So, if we position you a certain way, it's your job to keep your body that way." "Yes, sir!" (which sounded more like I was gurgling mouthwash than saying words) "It's time for your next lesson, Boy. Jacob, do you think he's ready for this?" I tried to make an agreeable and enthusiastic sound. "Probably not but I'm betting on the Boy." Jacob said, both of them laughing again while they left me there standing, naked. I could hear things moving around in the kitchen where I was standing but also in the living room. I had no idea what was being moved, and I had no idea why. I stood there salivating over the thought of having Alex's load in my hole, the second person that day that had been inside me who I had never seen. I felt really good and just kept hoping there were more loads to come...many many many more loads.

Bailed out of work a few hours early yesterday and found myself at the trailer of a guy off NKP. He had fucked and bred me several months ago and I remembered he had stuck a torch in my hand and a loaded bowl in my mouth and told me “you can stop smoking when I stop fucking.” Of course I left that day fucked up beyond any experience with a four day load coating every inch of my hole. Yesterday I arrived with my Nasty Pigs jock, my own smoke and bottle of G infused Gatorade. I had drank half already as well as a bottle of water and needed to piss. I pullout my enema bottle and told him I wanted to fill my hole with chem piss. He had a nasty smile and handed me a cup saying, ”put that away and fill this cup.” When I overflowed the cup, he told me to help him set up his sling so he could use my “piggy fuck hole.” It’s quite a mind fuck to be spun, lightly G’d up and assembling another man’s sling for the purpose of your own anal desecration. He started putting on leathers and told me to finish my Gatorade and get my ass in the sling. I chugged the last bit and laid back. He strapped my feet in the stirrups and tied my arms to the chain over my head after blindfolding me. As he stuck the pipe in my mouth and force fed me hit upon hit of T, I felt my body start to float. Breathing deeply I would take in the second hand smoke from the clouds hanging over me. He asked if I was his piggy boy.... yes I moaned. He asked if I was a cumdump... yes I moaned again. He asked if he should fill my ass with my own chempiss and let it soak in. Fuck yes, please! I shouted. As he said “good boy”, I felt something cold and metal lightly touch my hungry fuck hole. He Well, I better get back to work so I can get caught up from yesterday. I could continue later? 🤷🏻‍♂️🤔

I was at the underage club one night sobering up and dancing when a cute 18 year old named Cory came up to me and started dancing. We had a good time dancing until the club finally closed at around 3am and he offered to drive me home. I only lived across downtown, so I could walk, but I accepted his offer. He had an older truck with a bench seat and a gun rack and we spent the short drive talking about hunting and guns. He parked near my place and we chatted a bit more and eventually he leaned over to kiss me. We made out for a few minutes and then he looked around out the windows then he started unbuttoning my jeans. He fished my already rock hard cock out of my underwear and then bent over and took me in his mouth. He sucked me for about a minute then he grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of his head. I got the hint and grabbed his hair and guided his head up and down on my cock. After a few minutes he got up and looked at me. “Do you wanna fuck me?” He asked. “Hell yeah,” I said, “you have condoms and lube?” “No,” he replied, “do you rim?” “I love rimming,” I told him. He looked around again to see if anyone was around. It was after 3 am and no one had passed us and we didn’t see anyone around. He kicked off his shoes and completely stripped except for his socks. He had a beautiful well-defined twink body, with veins showing through his muscles, and a rock hard 5 inch cock. He got on his hands and knees on the bench seat, pointing his ass towards me. I wasted no time putting my tongue into his hole, making him moan as I ate him out. “Fuck you’re good at that,” he told me. He flipped around on lay down on the bench on his back, drawing his knees up to his shoulder. “Just use spit,” he told me. I was so turned on that this sexy teenage twink was about to let me fuck him bareback. I spit into my hand a few times and got my cock wet and moved forward so the tip of my dick was at his hole. I looked down at this naked guy below me, I was still fully clothed, just my jeans were open. I slowly started pressing my uncovered cock into him. He closed his eyes and exhaled as his unprotected ass opened to accept me. He opened his eyes as I bottomed out balls deep. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down to kiss him as I backed my raw cock out to the head and shoved it back again. He moaned into my mouth, shoving his tongue deep inside as I barebacked him. His legs wrapped around me as I continued to thrust inside him, his ass massaging my bare dick. He broke off the kiss. “Tell me when you’re going to cum,” he said. “Can I cum in you?” I asked him. He nodded. I kept fucking him for a few minutes more until I felt my orgasm start to build. “I’m getting close,” I told him. He grabbed his cock and started jerking. A minute later I felt my orgasm hit and I told him. I started spurting into his ass he moaned and shot his load onto his stomach. I thrust in balls deep one last time and then slowly pulled out. He sat up and spun around behind the wheel. He grabbed his tshirt and wiped his cum off his stomach. “Well we’ll have to do that again,” he said as I buttoned up my jeans. I kissed him and hopped out of his truck. He drove off still naked. We hooked up a few more times after that, always bareback, but then I lost contact with him for a few years. I was cruising Grindr one day when I saw him on there and I hit him up he asked if I wanted to grab a beer so I met up with him. We had a pint while we caught up. “You wanna fuck?” He asked me. I always enjoyed how blunt he was. “Definitely,” I told him, “want to go back to my place?” “Would you be down for doing it outside?” He asked me. I agreed and he said he knew a place, so we got into my car and I drove to the place he suggested. It was a wooded spot with a lot of underbrush. I parked and we got out and he led me into brush, shoving it aside. Just inside he turned and looked back at the road. A car passed but you could barely see it. He quickly undressed, leaving himself completely naked except for his shoes, gathering up his clothes in his arms. “You should get naked too,” he said. I looked back at the road, “I dunno,” I said. He shrugged and turned and walked deeper into the woods. I followed him, watching his muscled back, ass, and legs as he went further in. My cock was rock hard knowing that ass was going to be flooded with my babies in a few minutes. He stopped at a fallen tree and put his clothes on it. He stepped up to me and we started kissing as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans . He pushed them and my underwear down to my thighs and grabbed my cock in his hand. “Ready to breed me?” He asked. In answer I put my hand on his head and pushed him down so his face was level with my cock. He eagerly took me into his mouth and gave me an expert blowjob for a few minutes. I pulled him off and with my other hand grabbed his chin. “Bend over against that tree,” I told him. He turned and leaned on the tree, that muscular ass jutting out invitingly towards me. I bent over and gave his hole a quick lap with my tongue, then pulled out a lube packet I had brought with me. I looked around and thought fuck it. I stripped naked, but left my shoes on and lined up behind him. I squeezed the line onto my cock and onto his ass and started pushing into him. He pushed back and in no time I was balls deep and started fucking his raw ass. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. “You’re about to get bred,” I told him. “Fuck yeah,” he said, “get that load deep in me!” The combination of being out naked in the woods and fucking a hot ass bareback made my orgasm build in record time. I told him I was close and he started to furiously jerk off, shooting his semen all over the tree in front of him a minute later as I bottomed out in him and flooded his unprotected ass with my cum. He looked back at me and laughed. He pulled foward off my cock then squatted down. He grinned up at me as my load poured out his ass into a puddle on the ground beneath him.