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This it partly a true story. Sorry English is not my first language. I was 23 first time i meet Master, I meet him on Grindr. I had only tried weed and coke. I’m 170cm and 60kg so am skinny. We met at his place and had a good time, he was smoking of a glass pipe and asked if I wanted some, but politely declined. When he was fucking me he stopped and smoked some more. At some point he gave me a shotgun and whit out thinking I took it. He did that a couple of times, and then I was hoked. We meet a couple of times after that and I gladly smoked. He texted me if I had any plans for the weekend, and I said that I didn’t. He texted back “Be at my place Friday 04:00 pm, I have a surprise for you” I was excited, I was becoming more and more of a pig every time we meet. Friday at noon I got I text from him again “when you come, just go in and get naked. In the hallway I have some gear, put it on, and wait.” So I got to his place, walked in the door and was met whit at black rubber suit, a rubber mask whit only at hole for my mouth and a collar. I put it on and find out that the suit was open for my ass and dick. When I was fully dressed I waited for 5 minutes, then I could hear someone coming towards me. “Hey slut, fuck you look sexy. Can’t wait to give you your surprise” said master. He took me in the collar and led me into another room and placed me on my back on a bed. I could hear him look my collar to a chain and my arms outstretched to some other chains. then he came up to my ear and said “today I’m gonna turn you into a real pig, and I don’t care if you like it or not” and then I could feel something getting strapped to my arm and instantly new was gonna happen. He had slammed himself last time. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. Then I could feel the needle. “stay still, you are gonna love this pig. I’m gonna get you so fucking high, and use that sexy body of yours”. When he said that I felt the needle getting pulled out and the strap taken off my arm. Then it hit me! It felt like I couldn’t breathe, and started to cough. When I came to I noticed that my legs were at my ears and I had someone fucking me. (more to come)
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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.
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After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay. I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly. I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked. “Uncle Chester?” His face lit up and was excited to see me. “William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. “It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles. “Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.” “Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed. “Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something. “Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet. “Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” “Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.” “That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that? Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below. “Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent. “So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”
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I’ve been reading and jerking off to the stories here for years. Countless orgasms has been caused, so I felt it was time to return the favor with a story of my own. Fiction. -ish… The true part is that I really am the cumdump bitch being described and I can promise you there were LOTS of pre cum drooling out of my cock while writing this down. It’s sort of a summary of several visits to saunas and sex clubs, summarized into one heck of an evening, spiced up with some fiction and minor exaggerations. You'll have to figure out the fictional parts yourself. 😉 English is not my first language, so I apologize for any errors you might find. --------------------- The Sunday of easter was always packed at my local gay sauna in my hometown, a small town in the south of Spain. Boys and men having spent many nights dining with their catholic families, thinking about Jesus and stuff. Now they’re all horned up and ready to blow. I’m not a religious person at all, unless you count getting fucked raw by random men a religion, then I’m devout! Maybe a bit of background information could be interesting for you to read: Being a somewhat chubby, hairy man, 40+, I usually don’t find it that easy to get fucked when there’s always so many hotter options around, but going to the sauna has never failed me as I always left with an ass full of cum. In all honesty it’s mostly due to me having absolutely no limits whatsoever when it comes to who’s fucking me. No loads refused, right? I often end up with some hot guys too. There IS such a thing as bear chasers, but they’re not common, so those rare moments are of course cherished. I actually promised myself at a young age to never say no to any guy wanting to fuck me even if he was old, fat, ugly, or all of it, because sooner or later I would also become old, probably fat, probably less attractive, and I wouldn’t want to be rejected for that, hence I would never refuse anyone with a hard cock wanting to fuck me. When it comes to being the top, I get a little pickier. Mainly because I must be turned on in one way or another to stay hard. On the other hand, I've fucked quite a few disgusting men just because of the sleaze of it. I find it very hard to resist a good sloppy cum filled hole. Taking loads is my passion, and I've been doing it for 25 years. The first time I ever had sex I swallowed big load of cum. The second time I took it in the ass. The third time I loaded the guy’s ass. From that point on there's been very few condoms in my life, at least being used as intended. I wasn't very sexually active my first "gay years", due to living in a very small town on the countryside, and it being the 90's when internet was a luxury and mobile phones were made for phone calls. But then I moved to the big city and started hooking up with anyone who looked at me half a second too long at a party or a gay bar. Then I discovered the porn cinemas which I very nervously attended, scared of HIV but still not using any protection. The thrill was greater than the fear and my risk taking was getting worse every time I went there. Someone introduced me to poppers, and with that little brown bottle under my nose I took my first completely anonymous load with my ass pressed against a glory hole in a very small dark cabin. Fuck, I felt so dirty, but I had never been hornier. Not long after that I found myself out in the open, taking a load from a skinny guy with a PA, with a crowd of dirty old men watching me while they were jerking off. I remember feeling strangely proud of myself for doing so and feeling attractive as all those men seemed to enjoy the show. A few years of porn cinemas, dark rooms, cabins, and saunas later, I found the fetish club. I got myself a jock strap and a leather harness and felt just as nervous about going there as I felt going to the porn cinema the first time. The crowd here was older, they were kinky fetishists and somehow, I KNEW they all had AIDS. Probably. But I still went there. I had barely paid for my first beer before someone stuck a finger up my ass, causing me to run and hide in a corner. I can't remember doing anything sexual there the first time, I don't think I stayed long, but I've taken countless loads there after that first night. I met my husband there a few years later. He was so sweet, and I was so turned on watching him taking loads in the dark room, his hair all messy, drunk off his head. I took him home that night and he moved in just a few weeks later. Together we discovered travelling; Barcelona sex clubs, Berlin sex clubs; Amsterdam sex clubs, Gran Canaria and Yumbo center sex clubs... All this time without PrEP, as it wasn't available in my country at the time. I never cared about the risks. Even as my husband and I were both getting railed next to each other against the bar at a club in Yumbo center, me by a guy with biohazard tattoos who as it turned out had been making porn for Treasure Island Media, my husband by his husband. It really is nothing short of a fucking miracle that I’m still neg, and so is my husband. A few years ago, we started taking PrEP, but only for planned fucking, such as parties or going abroad, but I was still taking quite a lot of spontaneous loads when fucking around. Then came Covid and we stopped fucking with others altogether and stopped PrEP too. Then as soon as the pandemic was over, we moved to Spain. But I digress, let’s get back to the easter breeding...
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Davis Returns to the Playroom
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—May, 2023 I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great IML. (I do think I was not as tired as I would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.) I was not planning on playing those last three days of May, but I got an intriguing email. Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared. He was back at his parent’s home for a visit. Could I host him for a day? I could. He arrived in the early afternoon. It’s a drive to get to me, so he spent some time in the shower before we headed downstairs. I learned we had met as he was finishing up his training in a medically related field—and the job he got had required him to move to a western state. He hadn’t found many partners out there, but he told me that that had made him a little more versatile… I walk into the playroom. Davis is kneeling at the end of the fuck bench. He may be just 30 or a shade more, tall, with a stocky build. But he has trimmed up since he was last here. He is kneeling in a jock and socks—and he can’t wait to mash his face into my jock pouch. He inhales deeply. This jock had a busy IML—and his groan tells me he appreciates it. He tongues it for a bit, before he just can’t wait. He pulls it to the side and takes my hardening cock deep into his throat. I come to full erection inside him. Choking him. Making him reluctantly pull off me. He pants and takes me down again. I fuck his face a little. He relaxes and I go deeper yet. I pull out, twirling the strands of deep throat spit around my cock shaft. “Clean that up,” I tell him. He sucks me clean. Until I pull more out of his throat. “Up on the bench; I want to use it for lube.” Davis scrambles up. I spread his cheeks apart and smear the deep throat spittle covering my dick up and down his ass crack. I finger some into his not too tight pucker. I think about entering him right there—but I just have to rim that plump, full ass. I go to my knees and explore his wet hole with my tongue. I hear the poppers open. He inhales and I go deep, probing his most private place. I stand up, my lubed cock drooling. I push into him. He grunts and takes me quite easily. He inhales more poppers and I begin a slow in and out. Over and over. I finally pull out and move towards his face with my wet cock. “Please let me taste…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as I have thrust my dick into his mouth. He groans—and cleans me thoroughly. I go right back to his ass and plunge in, with just his spit now for lube. I fuck him hard, telling him not to take his poppers—to really feel every inch of my rampaging dick. He complies. Whimpering. And cleans my dick once again. I sit on the bed, tossing the foam mat for the rimseat on the floor by it. “Come here, you didn’t get my balls cleaned up.” Davis kneels on the mat. He spends long minutes working his tongue over them. Then under my balls, remembering how I like the feel of a tongue right where my cock ring pulls them down. I groan and tell him he’s a good boy. His response is to go a little lower on my perineum. He grunts, and tells me how good I taste. And goes a little farther yet. “Do you want to rim me?” This is new—he has never showed any interest in doing this. He looks up, but stays in position. “I do—if you like it.” I simply touch his head and his tongue digs into my asshole for the first time. And he’s good at it. I let him go for a bit—and then compliment him on his technique. “I’ve had to learn to top out where I work—and I found I really love to lick a man’s hole as much as I love having it done to me.” I grin and push his handsome face back into my ass… * We move to the sling. I am rimming his hole before the first fuck there. I stand up. Piss gushes out of my cock, coating his sparsely haired crack. I kneel and lick it up before standing and plunging into him again. I fuck. His eyes riveted to the mirror above. I pull out and slap my cock on the mound of his jock. I pick up my phone and snap some pictures. PIC 1 PIC 2 We break. He asks if he can eat my ass in the sling. I hop in and he licks my entire ass crack, up and down, before burrowing into my hole. I close my eyes, and let him do what he wants. When he slows down, we reverse. I eat his hole some more. I stand up. “You said in your email you wanted to be tied down in the sling.” Davis nods. “While I have some rope, I like this better.” I pull out a box of clear plastic wrap used for leftovers. I work, winding it over his chest and securing him in place on the sling. The wrap clings to itself securely. I cover his crotch with the film, too. I wrap it so his thighs are fastened to the D rings at the bottom of the sling. I add restraints to his wrists and fasten them to the sling chains above his head. He can’t move. Nor does he want to. He begins to pant. Pic 3 Pic 4 I have left his ass crack open. I start by pissing on it. I splash some up onto his stomach. Davis is so thoroughly covered that he can feel the heat but not the wetness. It pours off him onto the towel below. I lick up what is on his ass. I fit my blindfold over his eyes. I go back and toy with his hole. Just my fingertips, teasing him. Slowly, I change to my dick. The head of my cock prods him and plays with his puffy ass lips. Eventually, I slip into his well fucked hole and give him my full cock. Hard and fast. Slow and easy. More piss, right on his crack. And a hard, chain rattling, fuck. We break. I cut him loose. I suggest the rimseat. I make him go under first. He has never had anyone sit on his face before. He acquits himself well. I get up and fuck him, with his legs on my shoulders as he lies there. He whimpers with each stroke. I pull out and sit back on his face. His tongue has found new energy in its attack. Of course, we reverse it, too. I want to really get deep in his wet fuck hole. I feast on it as he groans out his pleasure. My cock is rampant. It’s time to breed. We both know it. We go to the sling. I want to see his face as I shoot. I fuck for a bit. One last piss rinse of his crack. A quick lick before I slip into him and fuck. I am suddenly there, with the taste of my piss still on my tongue. I grab the bars above me and let my balls empty into this man half my age. I let my cock marinate in his ass for a long time. It barely softens, but enough that if begins to slip out. I go to my knees and taste the few drops of cum that escape with it. I leave the rest of the load for him… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Davis Returns to the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 19, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 There is another story from the piss party. One that didn’t make the cut. After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog. I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event. But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle. Everywhere there were men in cloth jocks, neoprene gear or just totally naked (but with something on their feet, a house rule.) I filled the bottle, turned and bumped into a very good-looking man dressed in a suit and tie. We nodded to each other. We have had men before who have stayed dressed to be covered in piss, but usually a tee-shirt and jeans or sweatpants. My mind raced at turning the crisp lines of his suit into a sodden mess, thoroughly piss soaked. Well, that was not his intention at all. He loosened his tie after the first hour. He opened his fly and fucked a number of lucky bottoms, being careful not to be piss splashed. I really wanted to hose him down every time I saw him, but he’d made it clear to someone else, in my hearing, that he really didn’t want that. Well, damn. There is a great story from this group, that happened before I was going. Supposedly a regular at the piss party was a groomsman in a wedding—and arrived to the bar in his rented tux. He knelt in his pristine clothes and invited everyone to cover him with piss. Which they did. When the jacket became a soggy mess, he took it off so the white shirt could be covered as well. Then the pants, the patent leather shoes and the tall dress socks. All were taken off him sopping wet and wrung out into either his mouth or over the guys in the pool (depending on who is telling the story.) At the end of the event, he got dressed in his dry workday clothes which he’d checked, bagged the soggy, wet mess of his tux in a clear plastic bag and returned it to the rental agency. I doubt he got his deposit back… I am sorry I missed it. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 17, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” He agrees and we go to the sling toward the front of the room. There is a group of three men sucking cock nearby. I get him in the sling, his long legs up in the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his wet hole. I am sure he’s had other men up here since I fucked him. His hole is now super wet. I come up for air, stand and spit some of the ass jizz in his mouth. He groans and swallows, savoring it. I lean forward. My slippery cock head finds his slightly puffy ass lips. I push. And I’m in. To the hilt with the slightest second push. I begin to fuck. The sound always attracts guys to watch and jerk. I increase the speed of my thrusts. TGWT moans and kneads his cock through the jock pouch. A man approaches and sticks his long cock in TGWT’s mouth. This makes me fuck him harder still. I pull out and slap my juicy cock on his jock pouch. I go to my knees and begin to rim him again. At first, it’s a trickle. Someone is pissing on TGWT and it’s running down his ass crack and into my mouth. It begins to increase. I can’t swallow fast enough so I let some pour to the floor. There is even more now—it can’t be just one person pissing on him. My cock throbs with the idea that he is getting covered above me with multiple loads. As the piss subsides, I stand up and fuck again. The crowd has thinned as their bladders run dry. I fuck—then I slow down. I hold still. “Ready?” He nods. I concentrate. Slowly I can feel things ‘reconnect’ to let the piss flow out of me. And once it starts, I can’t stop it. I am giving him my entire full bladder. TGWT groans as it fills him. “So heavy—there’s so fuckin’ much.” I feel my cock run dry. I begin a slow in and out stroke. Churning the piss. TGWT hardens up—his cock pokes out of his jock pouch. He strokes himself as he listens to the slosh of all my piss deep in his guts. As I fuck, there is significant back splash, as my cock pulls some piss out on each back stroke. I stop. I pull out, my hand holding closed his bloated hole. “Are you gonna…” I am on my knees before he can finish. My mouth is plastered around his ass lips. I get a trickle of piss instantly. He pushes—and I get all of the torrent roaring out of his ass. It’s impossible to swallow it all, but I get most. I save the last mouthful. I get up and lean across him. He opens his mouth and we kiss… * I am back behind the screens. I let any number of men spend some time on my dick. Some get piss. Some not. A bearded man finds me. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. “I saw that piss fuck you gave. Got enough for another?” I am sure I do. We go back to the sling. This guy (white, about 45) is incredibly hairy. I love how piss wet his ass crack already is. I rim him, deep and insistently. He groans. His cock is hard and he’s jerking. As I stand up to fuck, he is looking over at a knot of men drinking and chatting. He calls over a friend. “He’s going to piss fuck me. Get down there if you want it.” His friend, slightly built and even hairier, crawls on the wet concrete by my boots. I assume a wider stance so is now between my legs—looking up and stroking his small cock. I give a splash of piss into his beard before I push into the man’s ass above him. The guy moans. The man on the floor moans louder, watching his own personal porn show. I fuck. Slow, with long strokes to give the spectator what he wants. But I can’t help but build it to a blistering, ass slapping, fuck. The bottom is a great milker and I tell him so. I stop dead. I have to piss. A lot. I begin to fill him up. He moans. The guy on the floor pants in anticipation. I have given even more to this guy than I did TGWT. I begin a slow fuck. The bearded man on the floor opens his mouth. He adjusts himself slightly to get all the back splash on his face and beard. I fuck him slowly—to really control how much of my cock I pull out. There is piss flying each stroke. “Ready?” I grunt out. I get an affirmative. I pull all the way out and step away. “Push!” I tell the bottom. He does and the man on the floor squirms in utter delight at the avalanche of piss spurts out the man’s ass and onto his bearded face, covering his open mouth… * The crowd is thinning. I need to get off. I find Tall Guy with Tats on his knees behind the screens, sucking a man’s cock. When the guy leaves, I bend and ask “You want my load?” He nods and opens his mouth, thinking I mean piss. I pull him up. “I want to breed you.” “Fuck, yes,” He grabs the ledge to steady himself. I kneel and eat his puffy-lipped hole. He’s been busy these last four hours. I stand and insert. I am so ready to get off. I fuck, not particularly hard but with purpose. In moments, I am there. I shoot my load—a good seven or eight spurt one after the constant play. I stay inside of him for a long time as I catch my breath. “Piss?” “I want your cum to stay in me…” So, I pull out and let him clean my cock—and give him a long drink of piss as a chaser… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 15, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion. All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep. Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed. I began to piss regularly. A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed. I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party. It was an easy drive and I found free parking. I’m actually early. I talked to some former residents of Chicago who I last saw at the piss party I attended in Palm Springs. In moments, the door to the back bar was opened—and in we went. I stripped off my flight suit, leaving only the increasingly stained jock, wrist band and boots. I checked my bag with the still cute coat-check otter. Things are only slightly different with the set-up. The inflatable pool is now at the back of the room and a sling is set up near the entrance. There is the bar, of course, where our admission gets you beer and water throughout the event. Opposite the bar, there is a ledge to sit (and play) behind some large wooden screens that hang from the ceiling. I sit and sip my water… “You look as hot as ever.” I turn to the voice behind me. It’s a man who is a regular here—and who I haven’t seen in year. He is Latino, in his late 30’s and a hairy cub. We chat for a mere moment before he kneels, takes my cock out of my jock and gives me some expert head. Eventually, he looks up and asks for piss. I have been pissing regularly at home, but I can’t even manage a tiny spurt now that I’m here. Instead, I go down on him. He sighs, and after a few minutes of head, pulls out of my mouth and hoses down my hard cock. He drops to his knees and cleans me of every drop of his piss… I wander. “Hey!” Back in the dark shadows, by the television playing piss porn, is the tall man I had so much fun with last year at this event. We catch up a little, but he leads me to the bench area to sit—and he goes to his knees. I had forgotten just how handsome he is—white, with some really fine ink, wearing a jock that has been to a lot of these parties. He sucks my cock. He licks my balls. He licks under them, too. He asks for piss. This time I muster the smallest splash into his ovaled mouth. He stands up and wets my cock—and cleans me up. We kiss and share it, for the first of many times this afternoon… * I let a lot of men go down on me. I return the favor on many of them. A regular, a guy my age, short with a very hairy chest taps me on the shoulder as I refill my water bottle at the bar. “You love to drink, right?” I nod. He leads me to a corner. I kneel and get his soft cock so it is just resting on my lips. He let’s go—and I am flooded. But I drink every drop. It is so clear, it barely has any taste at all, but just the force of it going down my throat makes my cock drool and stand up all on its own. As it peters out, he thanks me and tells me he’s off to the hotel. I stand up. My cock is raging. I find the Tall Guy with Tats. He is just standing up from having drunk some piss himself. “Can I fuck you?” I ask without preamble, with my hand finding his ass crack. He simply bends, using the ledge for support. I go to my knees and begin to rim. I lube my dick as I tongue fuck him. I don’t take long, for my cock wants to be inside him. Now. I push the head into TGWT. He moans and uncaps his poppers. I let them hit—and then proceed to push all the way in. He groans again. I begin a very slow in and out. “Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbles. “Piss inside me, if you want.” “Let’s do that later,” I pant, as I keep drilling into him. I am secretly hoping someone will piss on us. But no one does. After a while, I pull out, kneel and a taste his ass again. Eventually, he pulls away, turns and tastes his ass juices on my dick. We kiss. “Fuck me some more.” He turns and bends again, using the bench for support. I slap his wet ass crack with my equally wet cock. Suddenly, the piss I’d drunk does the trick. I am pissing all over his back and ass. When I stop, I kneel and lick all my piss out of his ass crack. It’s futile to even try to dry those rounded cheeks—he’s covered. I turn him around to kiss him. We swap the remains of the piss and ass jizz that is in my mouth. Back and forth. I finally break the kiss, and he swivels, knowing what I want. I plow into him. This time, a guy in red and black neoprene aims his cock at us and let’s go. His piss hits my dick—and I can’t help but fuck his piss into the hole I am ravaging. The pissing guy has a huge load. He let’s his stream travel up the bent over back of TGWT, then it comes back to where my cock is churning more and more of it into the hot ass in front of me. Mr. Neoprene vanishes when he runs out of piss. I slap the very wet ass I am plowing. It makes a delightfully wet splatting sound. I finally pull out. TGWT’s hand reaches back and holds his hole shut. I go to my knees and push his hand away. It is not flood—but a pleasant trickle of piss dribbles out of his well fucked hole. I collect as much as I can keep in my mouth—and share it with him in a wet, slobbering kiss… * It's much later. I am pissing every 20 minutes now—what I wanted to be able to do when I arrived. I feed men. I am not offered much for me to guzzle—as most of the crowd is unknown to me. I feed the three men rolling in the piss pool. They jockey for position to see who can get the most. I try to keep the stream moving, to feed them all equally. I have been aware of a very cute young couple in matching black neoprene jocks with a yellow stripe. They have made the rounds—always together. As I go back behind the screen, the shorter of the two is sitting on lap of a man twice his age and a very hairy bear. They are facing each other, kissing. Neoprene Jock is grinding his ass against the thick shaft of the bear. As I watch, the Bear let’s his piss go, coating the younger man’s ass crack. When the piss subsides, Neoprene Jock, grabs the thick cock and tries to get it into his ass. He can’t. I catch the eye of the Bear. I point at the boy’s ass and dangle my bottle of lube I always have on hand. He nods. But I don’t use my bottled lube, not at first. I kneel between the Bear’s splayed legs and spit on his cock. I move from that to tonguing Neoprene Jock’s ass. He groans out his surprise and pleasure. The Bear spreads the younger man’s full cheeks, so I can go deeper. I can hear them kiss. Only now do I drizzle lube onto the thick dick and a little to mix with my spit in the young guy’s ass. I guide the Bear’s cock into the wet hole. He is in. He sighs. Neoprene Jock moans and begins to ride him, bouncing on that beer can of a dick. I am still on my knees watching. As the Bear isn’t thrusting, I begin licking his balls. The Bear groans at the combined sensation of two men on his cock and balls. In a few minutes, he cums. I am right there to lick what little seeps out of the full ass enveloping his cock. I clean them both up, as his cock deflates and pops out. Neoprene Jock feels a little embarrassed by it, now that he’s gotten the load. But the Bear holds him in place for me to keep felching. “You should piss rinse him,” the Bear murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear. I stand up and shower both of them with another load of my hot piss… * Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” (To be continued…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 14, 2023 -
It was a beautiful summer day in rural northwest Georgia. Jay had rushed through his chores on the family dairy farm, anxious to enjoy the rest of this glorious day without the restraints of the normal grind of agricultural life. The fences were fixed, it was too soon to start cutting hay and pending any farm auctions that his dad failed to mention, Jay would have the day to himself. He rushed back to the house to change into some fresh jeans and a t-shirt and grabbed his bike. Soon he was coasting on the down the road with the wind in his face and the promise of a nice dip in the swimming hole a mile further in the valley below their farm. As he approached the swimming hole he could hear the inviting sounds of the water spilling from the culvert into the waiting pool. He stashed his bike in the roadside underbrush and was soon sliding down the bank and peeling out of his shirt. Jay was a handsome young man. Having just turned 18, he wished his body would catch up with his adult age. He was thin but solid, five foot ten, red cropped hair and blue eyes that were as deep as the perfect sky above him. He was probably 140 pounds soaking wet and he longed to be more bulked up like the man he felt he was. Jay was a smooth and his stomach was flat as the smooth slate rocks at the bottom of the swimming hole. His arms and legs were lean and strong from the work that he performed around the farm. He was soon under the shelter of the culvert where a person could stand without hitting the top of the tall and wide metal spiral that gave way to the watercourse of the creek that ran under the road above. It was a perfect place for a swimming hole as the water would pour from the culvert and drive an ever deeper hole in the center of the damned up water way. Jay could feel the sun on his chest and he stretched gloriously in the fresh country air, his nipples responding to the playful breeze. He leaned to remove his shoes and now felt the sun on his back. He set his shirt and shoes to the dry side of the culvert and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. He took his time and let the sun find each new inch of his exposed skin until he was now fully naked at the edge of this cave like shelter. The breeze licked at his growing bush of pubic hair and tickled at his young balls. It wasn't long before he was totally erect with the combination of the breeze and the sun hitting his white and rarely exposed midsection. Without another thought, he dived into the pool of water and immediately felt the chill of his skin going pocked with goose bumps as the cold spring fed stream surrounded him. He emerged from the water and laid back in the water and floated on his back. He laughed as he looked over himself, seeing his still erect cock jutting out like a periscope. He loved seeing his naked wet body. It made his lean body look leaner as he was impressed with the state of his growing muscles. After a short swim and a good hand scrub to remove the sweat and grime from his morning work, Jay lay on the larger flat rocks near the waters edge and let the sun and breeze dry his now frigid body. As the sun hit him full on, Jay was tempted to stroke out a load from his cut seven inch cock right then and there but the sound of chattering voices could be heard in the distance and he knew he wouldn't be alone for much longer. He trapeezed his way across the rocks and gravel with his bare feet, climbed up into the culvert and threw on his clothes as fast as he could. Before anyone came in sight Jay was off down the road on his bike and pedaling for all he was worth for the adventures that awaited him. He would take the old road that led into Alabama and then make a right to the yet unexplored side roads of what was known in the area as 'four corners'. Being a bit of a loner, he wasn't at all sad to leave behind the reverie of the oncoming kids that he could have spent the day with. Jay began to long again for the refreshment of the swimming hole as he pumped and worked his body to capture the top of the hill he now drove along. The relief to his young strong thighs and calves was wonderful as he finally made the top. Just in the short thirty minutes of biking he was already sweating and he wiped his forehead with the back of his arm as he surveyed his surroundings. Unseen to him before when he had come this way was an unexplored road that he had thought before was a driveway. Now it was clear that this was indeed a road and it led down an inviting hill and into the outside edges of the pinewood forests that filled this area. This is exactly what he had hoped to find. A new road to somewhere but who knows where? He pedaled to the head of the road and then began his decline into the forest ahead. Once again the breezes of the day whisked his sweat away and the scent of evergreens and new leaves filled his lungs. As he entered the forest he could see at the base of the hill a dog watching the road and then an ascending hill beyond this threatening guardian. He started to pump as hard as he could to gain as much speed as possible. He would need it to capture the next hill and stay well enough ahead of this looming dog. True to form the dog was a chaser and Jay easily passed him and flew up the hill beyond his territory where he gave up and trotted home. At the top of the next hill Jay relaxed again and slowed down to take in the beauty of this Georgia summer. The road flattened out now and wound through the pinewood trees. Every once in a while a chained driveway gave indication of someones summer camp. Up ahead Jay could see a sign along the road that actually stated that the road was closed. It should have been obvious to him as the road was in poor repair and there were plenty of rocks and potholes to dodge in the dark earthen path that steadily grew worse. The further he went, the worse the road became. Curiosity drove him ever further and the cool shade beneath the trees was a welcomes change from the bright summer sun on the more main roads. Jay's mind began to wander a little as he mechanically plodded ahead on his bike. At times he had to actually walk through and it was in one of these walking sections that jay noticed trash that littered the side of the road. It seemed to be someones dump deep in this wooded area. Jay dropped his bike on the roadside and began to weave his way through the scattered patch of woods. He soon found a smoked out fire pit, filled with charred wood and crushed beer cans. It was someones party spot. Jay then looked around at what he thought must be paper plates and napkins until the image of naked bodies began to form in his vision. It wasn't paper plates at all but a collection of pornography literally everywhere he looked. He leaned over to pick one up and his blood went cold. This wasn't just any porn, it was gay porn. This wasn't someones party spot, it was the scene one hell of a good orgy by the look of things. Being as young as he was, he only imagined this kind of stuff. To know it actually happened made his dick go instantly hard. In a frantic rush of excitement, Jay went from spot to spot finding more and more gay pornography strewn everywhere. Less than an hour from his home on bike, somewhere in a night long passed, a gay orgy had gone on in this very spot. He could feel the precum rise to the top of his hardened cock. Hours had passed and Jay would have never guessed it. he sat amongst the gay porn mags he had collected from the woods and goggled at page after page of the hottest naked men he had ever seen. His loins stirred for release as he read about the things they did with each other. Cocks were sucked, holes were licked and fucked. Descriptions of cum faced bottoms and alpha male tops breeding and conquering the more submissive men. Jay was going nowhere until he had gotten his fill of this glorious treasure trove of gayness. The feelings that he had felt through his younger years were now being confirmed. This was what he preferred too! He wished he could have hidden in the forest and watched and learned in person what he was now educating himself with. He was going to have to stroke one out. His balls ached for release. Two hours of hardcore eyeballing naked pages and reading about the life of gay men was too much for his young sex drive. As he turned to another page with yet another glorious naked man laid out in front of him, Jay heard a crack of twigs in the woods somewhere nearby. He leaped to his feet and ran for his bike but instead smacked straight into the arms of a man that had been watching him for some time. Jay apologized for trespassing and struggled to get away but the two dark haired arms held him fast. 'No rush to be leaving' said the man. 'Looks like you were enjoying yourself. This hard pole between your legs seems to confirm that' purred the man. Jay looked up into his rugged handsome face and just stammered words of completely unformed recognition. The man released his grip on Jays arm and placed it now on Jays hard cock and squeezed it through his jeans. Jay winced and yet felt himself melting into this mans embrace, whether hostile or friendly. The roving hand then moved to his tight young ass and pressed it between his large fingered hands. 'Nice' said the stranger, 'Very nice.' With that the man took Jays arm and twisted it behind his back. His other hand moved over Jays mouth and Jay could feel himself being forced forward into the deeper forest. They walked for what seemed to be twenty minutes. A cabin stood ahead of them and Jay could see a couple figures on the porch leaned against the wall with booted feet resting on the railings. 'Look what I found boys' trumpeted the man that held him. The two men on the porch dropped their chairs to the porch floor and stood up to get a better view. The stranger then kicked the back of Jays heels and sent him reeling backwards to the ground, landing firmly on his quivering ass. The two men sauntered off the porch and headed towards them. His captive pulled up his leg and slipped his tennis shoe and sock easily off his foot and then repeated the action with the other foot like a pop tab on a beer can. The two men coming towards them were now grinning from ear to ear. 'Nice one Bobby' they said together. 'I caught him at the end of the driveway rifling through our party favors' laughed the first man. 'Looks like he really likes what he found too.' Bobby now pulled me to my feet and pushed me over to a large tree on the side of the cabin clearing. He reached in front of me and lifted my t-shirt off my shaking body and then indicated to the other guys to each take an arm. I have never been a tree hugger but I now knew that I must have looked like one as they pulled my arms around the base of the tree and began tying my hands together on the opposite side with my shirt. Once I was secure I felt the big hot hands of Bobby probing my bare skin. His touch was like electricity and what I could see of him was heaven. His hairy arms were every bit the kind of manly arms I aspired to have. Those burly arms then reached down for my zipper and soon my bare ass was to the wind and my hard cock was up against the tree that I was now tied to. He lifted each leg in turn and pulled my jeans from me and then I was completely vulnerable and as naked as I have ever felt in my life. My head was not secured so I was able to look at all of them in turn and from what I could see they were all sold stocky well built men, two of them dark haired and one of them blonde. They all grinned at me and somehow I knew I would be alright despite what this seemed to be turning into. Now each of them began stripping. Hard cocks were soon bouncing up out of jeans and briefs, protruding out of the hairiest crotches I could have ever hoped to see. Just a few short hours ago I was seeing my first gay porn, now I was seeing it in person. Three sets of hands began fondling every inch of my body. I could feel full hairy chests rub against my shoulders or hairy legs brush against my bare ass and thighs. The warmth of their rough hands made me dizzy with pleasure and fear all at the same time. Soon they all backed up from me a couple of feet and I wasn't sure what would happen next. Then I felt the hot liquid sensation of hot water being jetted all over my ass and legs and back. They were pissing on my like dogs on a fire hydrant. The smell hit my nose like a pheromone and enraged me with lust. 'You are marked territory now' said Bobby. 'The three of us have just marked you as ours and you are now our bitch.' I trembled but said nothing. 'You found him' said one of the porch sitters, 'You should have first dibs.' I could then feel Bobby's probing hands split my dripping pissed-on ass and a single finger penetrate my hole. I was wet with both sweat and piss and when Bobby's furry body spooned up against me I could feel the end of his hard cock begin to slide into my trapped body. The pain was incredible at first but slowly I began to feel the heady sensation of pleasure as Bobby thrust in and out of my asshole. I could feel his sweat through his chest hair and its strong smell and he pounded away at my ass. After ten or so minutes of his working my ass he drove it deep into me and steadily increased his speed until he yelled out with pleasure and his balls shot ropes of seed into my worked over ass. Bobby pulled out and immediately a new scent hit my nose of the blonde guy as he took position and soon added his sperm load to Bobbys. The third guy must have been the biggest as I could feel the uncomfortable pain of stretching begin again. I was soon accustomed to this new cock and took his load as well without a word of complaint. Had I not been suspect of my own gay feelings this afternoon would have been nightmarish. As it was, I couldn't imagine somewhere that I would rather be. My virgin ass was now the property of three rugged men out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. I carried their loads in my body and was dripping in their piss. It came then as a suprise to me that all three of them all of a sudden just picked up their clothes and headed for the cabin. I was left alone, tied to the tree with the sun at about two o'clock and me beginning to worry that I would never see home again. I tried to pass what seemed like eons remembering the events of the last hour. I had never seen such beautiful hairy men before. The blonde one was my favorite. His light hair against his tan skin was like a fuzzy peach, ripe and meaty. It made me want to pass out knowing I now carried that hot blondes spunk inside me like the bitch they told me I was. Bobby was probably the hairiest of the them and the sensation of his hairy body against me put me into orbit. The third guy was shorter but he more than made up for it with his large cock breeding me and stretching me further than the other two. I began to think maybe I needed to yell for them to let me go but somehow I didn't want to go. So I stood and waited for what would happen next. It didn't take long before I could hear trucks on the distant road. Unseen to me was a road through the woods that these trucks seemed to know. I could hear them coming closer and closer. I strained to turn and watch them approach. One had three men in the cab while the other had three in its cab and two in the truck bed. All of them were beefy solid country men from 30 to maybe 50 and it was obvious now to me why the other three had left. They had been busy collecting the rest of their party group to come try out their new bitch. Out on the porch the three came, whooping and laughing as the trucks unloaded. After rounds of chatter, hugging and back slapping the attention was now on me. I could feel the heat of eleven men staring holes through my body. I could hear them approach as leaves and twigs crunched under their shoes. I could hear the sounds of belts being undone, zippers coming down and clothes being stripped and dropped. My dick raged against the tree bark as I anticipated the oncoming scene. I felt the hot heat of piss. It was unending this time. I seemed to come from every direction. I felt my ass being pulled apart again and a new sensation hit me like a warm wave of bath water as a scruffy face buried itself in my ass and rimmed me into heady pleasure with a very talented tongue. It soon gave way to fresh air as he pulled away and then new pain as my ass was reopened for my fourth cock of the night. I could tell the afternoon was getting late as I stood there taking dick after dick. Each man came to a climax to the whoops of his buddies and the eventual breeding of my captive ass. It was as if the forest had turned to men and I was the only bitch within miles to mate with. My belly was full of seed. The sensation left me feeling like I had to piss and shit all at the same time. I had long given up and pissed on the tree while I was being fucked. Each time a cock was pulled out I could feel the cum slowly release from my well used hole and run down the inside of my legs. The last dick to approach my hole was Bobby. I knew it was him as soon as his arms went up on the tree again and his scent caught my recognition. Without even guiding his cock he slid into me like we were a matched set and he then gave me my 19th and final load of the day. When he was done, I felt his hairy torso collapse against my back and he kissed my neck with lingering affection. 'I know you won't tell anyone about this because I know you want more.' He whispered. I knew he was right. He then untied my hands and gave me my shirt. 'It's getting dark, you better start home' he suggested. I turned for the first time and looked straight on into the faces of the eleven men that had just given me a day in my life I never dreamed possible. They ranged from dark hair to blonde. A couple were bald and stood naked under the fading sun in all their glory. Some were shorter and one was a strapping 6' 5' or better. Everyone of them was beautiful and memorized in my mind. The blonde guy from the porch then walked up to me and knelt before me. My dick was soon enveloped into the velvety smoothness of his hot mouth. Each of the guys surrounded us and some played with my body while others kissed me. One of the bald men spread my ass and began rimming me again. Never once did they let me cum and now I was being rewarded in grand fashion as they heaped their collective sexual thanks unto my body. I began to tense up and breathe fast. The blonde pulled his mouth from my cock as ropes of cum shot three feet into the air in front of me, some hitting those that stood too close. The sensation of my pent up desire issued out of me like rushes of waves on an ocean beach. When the last blast left my body, Bobby handed me a pile of snap shots from an instant camera. 'Here's a little something to keep under your pillow.' he said. 'We are having a party next Friday at 7 and I hope you'll come back.' A picture of every man fucking my hole and candids of the guys standing around watching filled my grateful hands. 'The road is right there. Just follow it out and you'll find your bike waiting right where you left it.' said Bobby. With that he kissed me and handed me the remainder of my clothes. I didn't even bother to dress. I just carried them numbly in my hands and headed towards the road. Just before I got to the road I dressed and painfully climbed unto my bike. It was a no brainer to hit the swimming hole one more time when I arrived. The fresh cold water brought me to my senses and I let my first sexual experience wash to the back of my mind to be hidden and stored for many a night of recollection. I felt like a fish that had been caught and shown off like a trophy and then returned to its watery home. I was a 'catch and release!' Supper never tasted so good and next Friday could not come soon enough.
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Hey guys! im traveling to Berlin next weekend. Im wondering if you have experience in some of those exciting sexclubs regarding piss. im thinking about Laboratory. Is it always easy to get pissed on by random boys there? Also what about KitKat? Is it possible to ask there some guys to piss on me? Is it okay there? I would love to just hang around in the club and ask some willing boys to piss on me or to let me drink their piss at those open public urinal areas. Let me know 🙂
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Closet bi, New hampshire USA here. I used to meet up outside with an older guy in my neighborhood at night and he would piss on me and jack off on my face. I've really wanted to do this kind of thing again ever since but never came close. Anyone know any good spots? Experiences like this?
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With spring and summer on the way, I'm wondering if any others enjoy having their clothes soaked with piss and wearing em for the entire day? I know if it's going to be warm, I loved getting a golden shower and then going about my day still wearing the soaked clothes and boots. Usually I'm doing yardwork, or even camping or other outdoor stuff. My cock stays drippy the entire time, thanks to the feel and smell of piss on my clothes and beard.
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NOTE This is NOT my story, I found this on an old zipdrive of ancient porn. If anyone knows where it came from, let me know. ================================= Possession: Sam & Seth Sammy didn't know this was going to happen. Actually, he didn't know what exactly to expect when he decided to do this. He had heard and read stories from other people about the excitement of tea-rooms, as well as saw some of the graffiti in some of the stalls around school. But this...this was beyond his most horrible nightmare. Sammy Van, quiet and unassuming student at New York University, was just a horny 19 year-old college student looking to get his rocks off during finals time. Cramming for economics wasn't all that much fun, and it was beginning to frustrate him beyond tolerance. At 5'9" and 145 pounds, Sammy was considered to be a cute Asian boy. He went to the gym and ate healthily, resulting a nice tight body. He'd gotten stares from both men and women; mostly, they said, because of his nice lips and big smile. And tonight was no exception. Sammy had gone to the bathroom at the library, to take a piss. Standing in the middle of a row of unoccupied urinals, he started to piss. There was only one other person in the bathroom, and the guy was using a stall tucked away at the end of the room. Every so often, Sammy'd turn around and look at the jeans and white underwear crowded around a pair of Nike sneakers. He could tell that the guy was white, with nice hairy legs. Sammy let his dick hang out after he finished pissing, and turned around again, and caught just a flash of movement. The guy was peeking out from under the partition and raised his head as Sammy turned around. His dick started to get hard. A faggot. He thought about a nice hot mouth on his cock, and how good that would make him feel. Stroking his cock a bit, he turned again and watched as the shadow on the floor got darker and bigger. The guy peered out again, then sat up. Smiling, Sammy moved over to the urinal right in front of the stall. He turned around and looked at the sliver of space between the wall and the stall. Blue eyes were looking back at him. His cock was rock hard then, so he turned a bit and waved his 6.5" and smiled. he crinkling blue eyes told him the guy was also smiling. The stall door slowly. The guy stood about 6' tall, lean and wiry with big nipples and a huge cock. Around the cock, which Sammy thought might have been eight or nine inches, was a steel cock-ring. Jeans around the ankles and a white t-shirt pulled over his head, the guy was pretty naked and hot. His cock was shiny and wet as his fist moved up and down the shaft. Sammy took a step and moved toward the stall when the outer bathroom door squeaked. Both of them rushed back into place. The intruder came in and went to an unoccupied stall. After a bit, the smell of shit wafted through the bathroom. Sammy sighed, and put his dick away. He rinsed off his hands at the sink and made to leave when a stall door opened. The guy came out and smiled at Sammy. Sammy left and the guy followed. "Hi," he said. "I'm Seth." Sammy introduced himself and smiled again. "So," Seth said. "You wanna go somewhere?" "Sure. Where have you in mind?" "How about the MEC building? It's pretty late and should be deserted. We can have some fun." Seth gave him an evil smile. Sammy nodded, and the two of them made their way out from the library building and toward the MEC building. They rode up to the 7th floor and ran into no one. The 7th floor was spotless and white, with all the main office doors closed and dark. "They don't usually lock up the floor until 9. And nobody comes up here. C'mon, let's go to the bathroom." Seth led the way to a bathroom tucked behind the elevator area; it had a wheelchair panel on the front. He opened it up and let Sammy walk in, then shut the door behind him, locked it, and flicked on the light. The bathroom was meant for wheelchair-bound individuals, and as such, roomy. The only sound was the slight humming of the fluorescent lights and the elevator shaft. "It's pretty sound proof," Seth mentioned, "so don't worry." With that, he pulled Sammy close began to feel him up. Seth had big hands, and they roamed over Sam's body and grabbed at his crotch and ass. "Mm," Seth growled, "nice and firm." He stripped Sam of his jacket and threw it into the corner, followed by the t-shirt. "Nice and smooth," he said as he ran his hands over Sam's chest and belly, then back to his nipples. Seth pinched them and pulled on them, making Sammy groan. "Oh yeah, hot fucker aren't you?" Seth hissed as he bent over and licked at the nipples, first the left one, then the right, and then back. Sammy closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling the thick tongue tickle his tits, getting them hard and sensitive. Suddenly, Sammy gasped out loud. Seth had bitten hard into his left tit, and was flicking his tongue on the small point of flesh stuck between his teeth. Just as quickly, he let the tit go and slathered it with spit. The charge made Sammy's cock throb against Seth's big hand. Seth attacked the other tit the same way, eliciting another gasp. Seth continued the attack of Sammy's tits for 15 minutes, putting Sammy in a fog of pain and pleasure. Meanwhile, Seth's hand were busy unbuckling the belt and shucking down Sammy's jeans. Seth's hand dwarfed Sammy's 6.5 inches, mauling them as he stroked up and down. Sammy moaned out loud, making Seth chew harder on the tit. This made Sam wince. "Ah...lighten up man. It hurts." Seth pulled off the tit, and smiled. "Don't worry. It's supposed to." With his free hand, he began pinching the sore tit and went to chew the other one. Sammy cried out as he felt Seth's teeth and tried to pull away, causing him more pain as he stretched both the one caught between Seth's teeth and the one between the fingers. "Ah...!" With nowhere to go, Sammy relented and took the pain as his eyes watered-up. Seth stood up straight, both hands on those sore tits and smiled at Sammy. The tits weren't as pained now that Seth's fingers massaged them. Sammy let out a groan. "See," Seth smiled evilly, "I told you." He pulled on Sammy's tits to get him closer, and bent down to kiss him. Sammy turned his head away. Seth looked at him, surprised. "Not a kisser huh? That's okay." Sammy smiled, then twisted his lips and cried out. Seth had cruelly pulled and twisted his tits. "Mmm...that hurts huh?" he said, then twisted some more. Seth put a foot on Sammy's jeans, and took off his own jacket and t-shirt. Seth had a big chest, and big long nipple on each pec. Abruptly, he gripped Sammy's head and pulled him to a tit, and said, "Chew 'em. Hard." Still dazed, Sammy took it in his mouth and tongued it. He felt Seth's hands on his ass and tried to raise off the tit, but Seth locked him there with his bicep. A loud smack rang in the bathroom before Sammy felt the sting on his ass. "I said chew 'em hard!" Seth yelled. Then he delivered another hard slap. Tears welled up in Sammy's eyes again, but he chewed on the tit. Hard. Sammy was furious at the slaps and the rough tit play, and tried to show Seth he gave as good as he got. Seth groaned as he felt Sammy's teeth sink into his nipples. "I'm gonna beat your ass now. And if you stop chewing on my tit, you're gonna be sorry, you stupid chink." A rain of hard slaps fell on Sammy's exposed ass, setting his ass on fire. At first, Sammy kept chewing on the tit, but with each blow sending sharp pains through his body, Sammy started to cry out! "I told you to keep chewing!" Seth hissed as he punctuated each word with a hard slap. Sammy bit hard, and Seth groaned and stopped his beating. Sammy sighed with relief even as he chewed, biting deep into the fleshy nub. Seth pulled him off his tit, and looked at the tear stained face. "Beautiful," he murmured. Seth dropped to his knees and took Sammy's cock in one gulp, and began a hot blowjob. Still reeling, Sammy's mind floated from a haze of pain to a haze of pleasure. Seth was an expert cocksucker, and teased Sam's head with his tongue while he sucked the shaft. One hand gripped Sammy's balls and rolled them around, while the other held onto the fiery ass, slowly caressing each red cheek. Sammy started to pant and piston his hips. Saliva dripped down his balls and Seth's chin, onto his briefs and jeans, but Sammy didn't care. He was riding a wave of pleasure and he felt his cum bubbling up in his balls. He let out loud moans, which made Seth suck harder. He was close to cumming, and pistoned faster. He opened his mouth to groan again, but a scream came out. Seth gripped his balls in a massive fist, making Sammy's knees buckle. Then he felt teeth digging sharply into his cock head. Sammy's hands grabbed a hold of Seth's ears, but that didn't deter the cocksucker. The more Sammy pulled on Seth's ears, the hard the grip became, and the deeper the teeth went. Biting his lip, Sammy let go. And Seth resumed sucking his cock while still crushing his balls. A weird flutter of pain and pleasure ran up his spine and into his stomach from his balls, making him dizzy and his cock harder. Another hard bite made him cry out. Another cry came when Seth's hand left his ass and mauled his tit, trying to rip it off his chest. Then it was gone, and another bite took place. His balls were being pulled toward the floor, and Sammy tried to squat, to relieve the pressure of Seth's pulling. His balls were bunched up at the end of his scrotum, and he could feel the skin go taut. White spots crashed into his vision and he let out a loud scream. Seth's free hand turned into a fist and connected with Sammy's exposed balls - hard. Sammy's knees gave out and he blacked out from the pain. Sammy woke up on the bathroom floor, unsure of where he was. He had passed out for a few seconds. Seth was sitting on the toilet, watching him. As soon as he saw Sammy awake, he pulled him up by his ears, and planted his big lips on Sammy's. His tongue forced its way into Sammy's mouth. Spit was pushed into Sammy's mouth, and down his throat. Some drooled out the side of his mouth, onto his face and neck. Slowly, Seth pulled Sam between his leg, his big cock rubbing against the smooth chest. He encircled his legs around Sammy's torso, pinning his arms at his side. And he squeezed tight. One hand gripped Sammy's throat and held his head tilted up and the other covered Sammy's face, pinching his nose closed. Sammy started to moan and tried to thrash around, but Seth held him tight. Seth forced his breath into Sammy, and then sucked it back into his own lungs. Every now and then, Seth breathed through his nose and got some fresh oxygen. Sammy floated. He didn't know anything else but the rhythm of Seth's breathing. And his mind was fogging over. He was high. He'd stopped thrashing and just moaned as more and more carbon dioxide was forced into him. Slowly, Seth moved his hand from Sammy's throat to his tit. The boy responded instantly, moaning and pushing his chest into Seth's cock. After 15 minutes of control Sammy's breath, Seth stopped. He pulled his face up and watched Sammy's glazed eyes flutter as oxygen hit his system, sending him even higher. With both hands he mutilated the tits on the boy's chest, and lowered his head to chew on the boy's neck and ears. Sammy arched his back in pleasure, riding the buzz and feeling the electric sensations zipping through his body. Seth gnawed on the lobe without mercy, occasionally lashing his tongue wildly in the ear, then back down onto the neck, making Sammy shiver with delight. Sammy moaned and whispered incoherently, grunting every now and again as Seth pinched his tits a bit harder. Seth leaned back and loosened his leg hold. Lewdly, he spread his legs far apart, making his cock stand up proudly. With his hands still manipulating the sore tits, he said, "Suck it." Sammy hesitated until a fingernail dug into his tit, making him quiver. He bent his head and stared at the cock, cut and red, angry. Another yank on his tit made him open his pretty mouth wide. And then his lips enclosed the head, and Sammy's mouth slid down the cock. The taste of the cock assaulted Sammy's taste buds. A strong musky flavor, tangy and sour, mixed with the salt of sweat and cum. Seth had fucked an ass earlier, cum in it and didn't wash. Sammy savored the flavors. He'd never sucked a cock before. Always, he'd been the one receiving the blowjob. He went down until the head touched the back of his throat and came up. And repeated the motion. After a few moments, Seth put his hand on Sammy's head and pushed, slowly, firmly. When the head touched the throat, his hand kept Sammy from backing off. With the other hand, he forcefully twisted the tit. Sammy's attempt to cry out was cut off when Seth jerked his hip and lodged his cock into the Asian boy's throat. Then, with his hand, he pushed Sammy down further until all 9.5" were in the boy's mouth. Sammy thrashed on the floor, gagging, mucus and spittle flying out of his nose. His faced turned a dark red and tears streamed out of his eyes. He was suffocating. Convulsively, he tried to swallow, but the large cock lodged in his throat stopped him. Sammy thought he was going to die. Then, his body took over his fear addled mind, and he started to breathe through his nose. Wet, bubbly snorts filled the bathroom. Seth smiled and watched Sammy's chest heave, from fear, from exertion, from effort. Keeping himself lodged tight in the throat, Seth got off the toilet and grasped two large handfuls of hair. Starting slowly, he pulled his cock all the way out of the gaping mouth. Strands of mucus and spit clung to his cock, connecting a wet web from cockhead to mouth. Then, just as slowly, he pushed it in, all the way in, until a gurgle from the prostrate boy tickled his head. Again and again he repeated this motion, fucking the mouth, picking up speed as he went, until he was thrusting fiercely into the throat. The boy kept his teeth to himself, mostly. Every now and again, the side of Seth's cock scraped along the back teeth, causing Seth to suck in some air at the sharp pleasuring pain. After a bit, Seth pulled out, impressed that the boy was able to take him to the root without difficulty. "I need to cum," he told the boy on the floor. He sat on the toilet again and splayed his legs. "C'mere. Jerk off on my dick. I want you to cum on my cock." Sammy stood up unsteadily. His knees were sore, and so was his jaw. But the opportunity to cum after this long ordeal was too enticing. Seth pulled him closer, making Sammy straddle him. Seth was slowly massaging his big cock. It was red and shiny. "Go on. Beat off." Sammy started jerking his dick, stroking it with his hands. He gasped out loud as Seth started pinching his tit. Sammy tilted his head back. It felt good. Suddenly, he yelped as stars exploded in his head. Seth smiled wickedly. Seth gripped his cock at the base and whipped it again, hard and fast against Sammy's exposed balls. The Asian boy tried to close his legs to protect them, but straddled like that, he couldn't. "Keep jerking off or I'll beat the shit out of you," Seth growled. He watched Sammy's face clench every time his big cock smacked those balls. They dangled and swung back and forth, dark red. The boy's body jolted with every smack, and Seth felt the legs tremble. He stopped pinching the tit and brought his hand back to the boy's crotch. He placed his palm behind the balls, and rested them against it. The he looked up, and hissed, "Listen up. If you stop jerking your dick, I'll rip them off. Got it? If you cum, I'll stop beating your balls. Sound fair?" Sammy groaned, and broke into a cold sweat. Slowly, he nodded. He started stroking his cock again, bracing himself for the attack. He yelled out when the dick connected with his tender nuts. Ruthlessly, Seth whipped his dick against the trapped balls. The boy's face was contorting nicely, making Seth harder. Ten minutes later, Sammy's cock erupted. Sammy nearly flogged his dick to death to cum and stop the barrage on his balls. When he came, his balls pulled up tight, making the assault on them ten times worse. And he shot the biggest load in his life, four spurts sailing over Seth's head onto the wall behind him, twice in Seth's face, and a procession of shots on Seth's torso. Gasping for breath, Sammy hung his head, beads of sweat dripping down his face. His body wracked with shudders as he calmed down. He watched as Seth took swipes of his cum and massaged them onto that big cock. Sammy closed his eyes for a second, and felt Seth's hands on his tender balls. Seth pulled the balls out of the way, and slipped his cock under them, lining up the slick and slippery head with the boy's asshole. Seth watched Sammy's head snap up, his eyes wide with surprise. The boy's face drained of blood when he let out a piercing scream. Seth had held his dick upright, hard against the boy's hole and, with his own legs, knocked the boy's wobbly ones out from under him. Gravity pulled the boy swift and hard, impaling the boy's smooth virgin ass onto the huge cock. Sammy felt like he was torn apart as Seth's cock barreled its way into his ass. A cutting pain lanced up his spine as the nine and a half inches rammed up his hole, tearing into his body. As he tried to get up, Seth pulled his down again, driving his dick deeper into his ass. He screamed again. Seth gripped his shoulder with both meaty hands and began to pump relentlessly, ignoring the screams of pain. Tears streaked down Sammy's face as the invader battered his rectum, stretching his ass out. Seth angled each thrust differently, punching different places within the ass. Seth smiled as the young cute face turned ugly with pain. Then Sammy passed out. Seth stopped when the boy passed out. He leaned forward slowly, and let the boy onto the floor, his hard cock popping out of the abused hole. Flecks of blood, shit and cum flew onto his stomach as his cock slapped against him. He turned the boy over, and propped the boy's knees under him, raising the ass into the air. He watched as the asshole clenched of its own accord, smeared with shit and blood. Spitting onto his cock, he lined it up and slid in. Seth thrust roughly, slamming in and pulling it back out, then slamming it in again. He fucked the unconscious boy for a few minutes, until the boy started to moan. He watched the eyes as the Sammy woke up, eyelids fluttering open. Sammy's moans turned from groggy to erotic within seconds, as Seth's cock punched the prostate button. The smell of sweat and sex and shit hung in the air. Sammy realized that he was being fucked. He raised himself off the floor with uncertain arms. The cock punched this magic place in his ass and sent a jolt of energy through his body. Unable to control himself, the boy let out a groan. Sammy's body was on high sensitivity, every jolt electrifying his nerves. He felt Seth's thick fingers grip hard and painfully onto his hips. He felt the large hairy balls smack against his every time Seth buried his huge cock inside his ass. The hairs on Seth's legs rubbed against his ass and thighs. Drops of sweat dripped from Seth's face onto his back. And Sammy felt every twisted, veiny inch of Seth's cock as it was drilled ruthlessly into him. Seth watch the boy try to pull away from his fucking cock, and smiled. The boy groaned every time he slid in, and his arms nearly buckled. With a firm grip, Seth just tugged the boy back onto his cock. Fascinated, Seth watched the boy's back. There were already black and blue marks where his fingers dug in at the hips. Right at the top of the ass-split, the skin was red and raw from being stretched so taut. Sweat beaded up all over the boy's back. Seth was in ecstasy. He reached out with his left arm and grabbed the boy by his hair, and yanked back. Sammy cried out as he felt like his scalp was being ripped off. Seth bucked his hips and drove his cock deeper, turning the painful cry into a groan of pleasure. With his right hand, Seth snaked it between the boy's legs and felt his hard-on."You like this rough fuckin' don't you?" he hissed, "you like being my bitch." Seth jerked viciously on the cock, concentrating on the sensitive head. "Ahhh..." moaned Sammy, squirming uncontrollably as Seth's hand manipulated his cockhead. The sensation was sharp and pleasurable, almost unbearably so, making him want to cum and piss at the same time. He tried pulling away from the hand, only to back up onto the cock, pressing it into his prostate, making the pissing sensation even more intolerable. "Please, stop...oooh." "C'mon bitch, I know you want to. Do it. Piss all over yourself," Seth said. Even more furiously, he rubbed his palm against the head. "Ahhh...!" Seth felt a hot stream of piss fire into his palm. He laughed as he grabbed the cock and aimed it at the boy, away from the floor. With a sharp push of his left hand, Seth tucked the boy's head under, chin against his chest. He whipped the cock until the hot stream of piss began splashing against the boy's face, flooding his open mouth and nostrils. With every thrust of his cock, the piss-stream surged forth. Seth reveled in the boy's ass muscles undulating as the bladder emptied itself. It was like a little hand gripping his cock. Sammy snorted as piss filled his mouth and nose. The tangy salt taste lingered in his mouth even when he stopped pissing. It dripping off his chest and face. Once again, he started crying. His tears just mingled with the piss, dripping into the big puddle his was above. Seth released the grip he had on his hair, easing the ache on his head. Abruptly, Sammy realized that Seth stopped fucking him. His ass was still filled with cock, but it wasn't moving. Sammy raised his head and turned back to look at Seth. The handsome man looked down at the Asian boy stuck on his cock and sneered saying "I have something to tell you, I'm close to cumming. And if I do, you're going to get an ass-ful of toxic charged cum. Do you know what that means, boy? It means you're gonna get pozzed. I'm gonna fill you up with some lethal HIV pozcum." "What?" Sammy yelled. Frightened, Sammy started to pull off of Seth's cock. But Seth grabbed his hips. "Uh-uh," Seth said, "stop right there. You keep pulling, I'm just gonna pop into you right now." Sammy stopped. "Please, don't cum in me," Sammy whispered, scared and keeping his eyes on Seth's face. "Just let me get off your dick." "I will. Maybe." "Please, I don't want to get infected." "You don't want me to shoot in you?" Sammy shook his head. "Then you'll do what I say?" "Yes." "Good," Seth continued, "so let's play a little game. If you win, you get off my cock and I won't infect you. If you lose, well, what can I say? Deal?" Sammy didn't really have a choice. He was impaled on a large hard cock that was filled with dangerous cum. He didn't doubt that Seth was close to cumming. He was close to cumming with Seth fucking him, and Seth's cock ripped his ass open. Sammy knew enough about HIV to know that if Seth came up his ass, there were more than enough exposed for the virus to get into his body. Slowly, resignedly, Sammy nodded. Seth smiled evilly, broadly. "Okay, here're the rules." He pushed his cock deep into Sammy's ass. "I keep still like this. You have to turn your body around so you're laying on your back in your piss. Trick is you need to keep my cock in you until you're on your back. Then pull off. Once you're off, you're safe. Simple. But, if you pull my cock out before that, I'll just fuck you until I pop my load in your ass. So, you ready?" This was definitely harder than it sounded as Sammy soon found out. But, eager for the deadly cock to be out of his ass, the boy immediately started trying to turn himself and finish this silly dangerous game. He keep his ass against Seth's belly, and tried to lift his right leg over. Sammy got his right leg as high as Seth's shoulder, and got stuck. Soon, he felt himself sliding off the cock, and began pushing himself back on, fearful of what would happen if the cock left his ass. Seth was enjoying watching the boy contort himself on his dick, and was further enjoying the feel of the boy fucking himself back onto his enormous dick. He smiled at the grimace and determination on the boy's face, red with effort and fear. He reveled in the obscenity of the boy's splayed body. Seth pulsed his dick, making it wiggle in the tight ass, and savored the flash of worry on the boy's face, thinking that Seth was cumming up his ass. Sammy carefully moved his right leg back down. A better approach came to him while his leg was stuck on the shoulder. With both knees back on the ground, he rested a bit. Slowly, he crossed one, then the other leg, to Seth's right side. Balancing himself at an odd twist, Sammy shifted his torso until he was facing Seth and resting on both elbows. Propped up by his elbows, Sammy gingerly lifted his right leg, moving it past Seth's right shoulder, over his head, and rested it on the left shoulder. Quickly, Sammy moved his left leg to the right shoulder. Sammy breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally on his back and Seth's cock was still in his ass. Looking at Seth's face, Sammy slowly backed off the huge penis. Relief flooded through the boy when the cockhead finally cleared exited his asshole. Sammy just laid there in his pool of piss shaking with relief. Eventually, he looked up at Seth, still kneeling there, hot and handsome, with his huge cock jutting out away from his body, red and bursting. Seth got down onto Sammy, laying on top of the boy. He rubbed his hard cock against the boy's, who was still hard despite everything that had happened. "That wasn't so bad was it? See, now you're off my pozcock," he chuckled. Seth bent down and kissed the boy, thrusting his tongue in and out. Sammy held still as the man's tongue invaded his mouth. He couldn't believe that he was still hard, his blood was still pumping through his veins at fast and furious. The rush of fear that came with the deadly dick in his ass gave him such a rush. Still, he'd be out of his mind to enjoy that. Sammy heard himself moan as Seth's fingers once again found his tits and played with them. Splayed on the cold bathroom floor, Sammy responded to the manipulations, feeling his cock slip and slide next to Seth's, spreading his own ass-juices around. He felt Seth hump his cock, grinding it into his own dick, making his whole body tingle. Despite himself, Sammy spread his legs a little farther apart. Seth brought one of his hands off Sammy's tit and over his face, covering his nose. Seth inhaled deeply and exhaled into Sammy. Over and over again, until he sent Sammy soaring on a carbon dioxide high. Electricity shot through Sammy as he felt Seth's public hair scrape against his ball. Again and again, Seth pulled and twisted hard on his tits. Seth heard Sammy moan into his mouth. Slowly, with each hump of his cock, he brought it lower, and lower, trailing slime and precum down the kid's cock, over his balls, and finally, coating the already slick asshole with more juice. Again, he heard the Asian kid moan as he continued the breath control. He humped and pushed his cockhead into the waiting hole. Again the kid moaned. Seth raised his head a little, taking his mouth off the boy. "What did you say?" "Fuck me," groaned the prone Asian boy, "please." "Yeah?" Seth breathed in reply, feeling a spark of uncontrollable lust surge through him. "You want me to fuck you?" "Yes." "You want me to put my hard, charged pozcock up your ass? You want me to shoot my poz cum up your ass?" Seth hissed, twisting a tit hard, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Ugh...yes...please...fuck me...rape my ass...fill me up with your poz cum. I..I don't care just Fuck me! Fuck me to death!" Seth jammed his cock up the boy's waiting hole with one thrust. Both of them cried out: Sammy at the pain of the sudden re-entry of the big dick, and Seth as he felt his cock lunge back into the ravaged asian ass. On the edge of shooting for so long it didn't take much for his balls to contract and squirt shot after shot of diseased cum into the boy. Seth drunk in the moment of infection as his balls spewed out their poison. Wishing the moment of orgasm could go on forever. With every shot of his pozcum, Seth thrust himself farther and farther into the boy's ass, working the fresh seed as deep as possible so it would take root. His blasts of seed so intense it finally backed up causing his cum to ooze out around his cock. Finally, Seth collapsed onto the boy, breathing hard, barely able to keep his head up. After a few seconds of silence, Seth propped himself up, and looked down with pride at the boy he just infected. The boy still had that glazed look of sex. A quick glance told Seth that the boy hadn't cum yet, wasn't able to since his arms were pinned when he was being fucked. The boy was slowly grinding his ass against the big dick still inside him, his mind totally lost to what had just happened. Seth got up, and pulled his dick out slowly. The Asian boy mewed as the cock left him empty. Dribbles of cum escaped the puffy red ass-lips when Seth pulled the big head out. Seth shuffled up the boy's body, and put his cock at the boy's mouth. Automatically, the boy opened up. Seth watched as the cum and ass-juice covered cock slid in. "Look at me," he whispered. Instantly, the boy's eyes raised to look at Seth's face. "You belong to me now. You're mine. You took my poz cum into your body, and I will be inside you forever." Sammy whimpered and nodded his head as he sucked the large dick harder. Seth pulled his cock out with a pop, and stood up. Sammy's eyes followed Seth's every movement. The watched Seth tower over him and aim his dick. "Open wide." The boy's mouth stretched as wide as possible, looking longingly at the cock. Seth's piss slit gaped open a few seconds before a stream of golden yellow piss blasted out, hitting the boy right between the eyes. The boy moaned and began cumming, shooting ropes of thick white cum onto his stomach. Seven thick shots fired out of the red cock, slowly mixing with the cascade of piss, and dripping off onto the floor. Seth guided the stream down into the open mouth, and watched with satisfaction as the boy swallowed big gulps of piss. When the last drops were shaken from his dick, Seth started pulling on his clothing. Some of it was damp from the piss on the floor. As he tucked his shirt in, he looked over at the boy, still laying dazed on the floor. Seth rummage through the boy's jeans, and found the wallet. He took a look at the I.D. before putting it in his pocket. He took one last look at the boy, and tossed the wallet onto the boy's wet chest. He left the bathroom, headed towards the elevators and smiled. "Got another one."
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My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.
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For no particular reason at all I decided to stay at university the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years. Largely, after having had a taste of freedom living away from home that year it just felt impossible to move back in with my parents and have to explain my comings and goings to them. So instead I lived in a little apartment with no AC, and worked for a local friend’s day who had a small contractor business. I’d taken woodshop all through high school and was a fairly decent carpenter. The work was hard but the pay was good for a 19 year old with pretty few expenses. At the time I was just under five foot ten, and still pretty thing. My dirty blonde hair almost always looked like I needed a haircut or to comb it but that’s just how it grew. In high school I’d been a swimmer and I still had a fairly long and lithe build. I was naturally pretty hairless, only really sporting a few hairs in the middle of my chest and a dark treasure trail running into my ample pubes. My arms were mostly smooth, though my legs and ass had a nice amount of fur. The only part of my body that I would have described as hairy though were my pits, and I was proud of that fact. Any time there was an excuse for me to wear a tank top, or a cut off shirt to show them off I did. I already knew that I was bi. Truly I’d known that for years. It had never really bothered me, but I’d also never really felt the urge to tell people. Most people who looked at me assumed I was straight. I’d been one of the jock’s in high school, even dated a cheerleader or two. Yet even when I had a serious girlfriend I always found myself watching gay porn too. Like most young people my porn were pretty bland and vanilla; straight jock porn, and gay jock porn. Nothing to really write home about. So much of that changed over that summer. Technically I would still say I’m bi, but I understand myself so much more and sex with a woman can never fulfill me the way sex with a man can. For the first month of the summer I was always with or supervised by my friends dad and boss Peter. He’d taught me how to frame out a wall, hang sheet rock, put up molding. He taught me how to patch holes in a wall, and smooth it out for paint. We did some larger jobs, ripping out a whole bathroom and starting again, and filled in with odd jobs. Then the weekend after July 4th Peter sent me on my first solo job, and it changed my life. The house was normal enough looking when I pulled up in my little car that afternoon and got my tool box out. I wheeled my kit up to the front door and rang the bell. I didn’t really need the massive box of tools my boss had provided me, I was just there to patch some sheet rock, but I wanted to seem professional. My illusion of professionalism went right out the window however when the home owner opened the door. He was tall, probably just over six foot, with short salt and pepper hair. He had a square jaw obscured partly by a short but thick beard. His eyes were bright, and seemed to boar into me. He had broad shoulders that strained the fabric of the white tshirt he had on. Hard, obvious nipples, pressed out from the thin fabric, and thick swirls of chest hair were clearly visible too. He had a slight gut, but was also obviously very strong, his arms were covered in crisscrossing veins. My eyes traveled down his body to the low-slung sweat pants, the unmistakable outline of a thick meaty cock, and the bare feet. I’d never really thought about older, bigger guys before, but now face to face with this massive perfect specimen of manhood I couldn’t think of anything else. “Hey there,” he said, smiling a big toothy smile at me from under his bushy moustache, “you must be Peter’s boy… Alex was it? I’m Jack.” “Yeah,” I replied in an embarrassing stammer, “He said you had some drywall that needed repairing.” “Sure do, come on through.” He stepped back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me. It looked like just about any other suburban home with clean lines, and nice furniture. Jack lead me down the main hall towards the back of the house and then up a flight of stairs, helping me carry my tool chest up. I watched the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled the chest up the stairs behind him. When we got to the top of the steps I had to pause and adjust myself, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. I followed Jack into the back bedroom where he pointed to several medium sized holes in the wall. “I had an incident hanging a shelf. Turns out I didn’t hit a single stud.” Jack laughed lightly. “No problem,” I said, trying to mirror his jovial tone, “I can fix that.” “Great. I’ll leave you to it. Bathrooms down the hall, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” “Thank you so much. I’ll let you know when I’m all done.” “Great.” He clapped me on the shoulder, the weight of his large hand sending shivers through me. The first part of the repair was easy. I squared up the holes, cut some small patched of drywall from a scrap I’d brought with my and patched them in with drywall mud. Then I sat back to watch the mud dry before I could sand and do a second coat. My thought almost immediately turned back to Jack, his big arms, the meaty bulge in his sweat pants, the slight scent of man musk that just hung around him. I was instantly hard. No one, of any gender, had ever had this kind of effect on me. I was enraptured. After a few minutes of my dick pressing painfully into my jeans as it hardened, I got up intending to find the bathroom and jerk off quickly. I walked down the hall and opened the first door I came to. I gasped. This was certainly not the bathroom. The room was entirely painted black, with a black tiled floor and lit completely in red. In the center hung a black leather sling, suspended from a mirror in the ceiling by thick silver chains. Next to the sling was a long table covered with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Along one wall hung leather gear, leashes and chains. Along the other wall were propped various other contraptions for supporting a person while they were being used; a large wooden X, a padded bench. A large leather chair occupied the far corner with a matching foot stool. “Looking for something?” I spun around, my heart in my throat and was suddenly face to face with Jack. I hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs and now he’d caught me looking at his sex room. “I… I was looking for the bathroom.” “It’s the last room at the end of the hall. This is my playroom.” “Oh… um… yeah… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped out of my way to let me down the hall to the bathroom. Head down I rushed past him only stopping when I heard him say, “Well… did you see anything you liked?” “What?” My face burned bright as I turned back around to face the hulk of a man behind me. “Did you see anything in the playroom you liked?” “Um… I didn’t really look…” “We both know that’s bullshit… I can see your hard cock from here.” “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry… I opened the wrong door.” “It’s ok boy. Calm down. Come here.” I swallowed hard and walked towards him. He reached out and grabbed me firmly by the shoulder leading me back into his playroom. “Now, you’ve done nothing wrong, and this is a safe space. Take a look around, take a long look, and tell me, what made your boy cock so hard.” “I…” I pause, tripping over my words, and then taking a breath did as he said. I took in the black room, the deep red lighting, the sling, the toys, the fuck bench (though I didn’t know that was what it was called then), the leather, and the restraints. “Honestly, everything. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t… I don’t even know what some of these things are for, but… It all turns me on.” “Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. My cock throbbed. I liked hearing him call me a good boy. “Honestly will get you far in this house, but we don’t want to distract you too much from your work. Peter wouldn’t like that.” “Well, actually… um… Sir… I was waiting for the spackle to dry on the patches I did… and it won’t be dry for at least another forty minutes.” “Sir?” He cocked his head to the side, “an interesting turn of phrase. Alright, so lets say you’ve got an nice even hour to kill shall be boy?” “Yes Sir.” I gulped again. “Come over here and have a seat on this footstool,” he said, leading me into the room and taking a seat in the large leather chair. I sat, as instructed, perched on the footstool. It was a little lower than the chair and I felt even smaller compared to Jack. “Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you, if you go to school, what interests you…” “Well, um… My name is Alex, but you already knew that. I’m twenty, I go to the university. I didn’t really want to go home this summer so I got this little apartment right off of campus and started working for Peter. He’s my friend’s dad.” “Why didn’t you want to go home?” “I just couldn’t imagine being home all summer after having a whole year of freedom. I wanted more time on my own. I want to explore and I don’t know… just be free to do what I want.” “I’m sure after a year on your own it would be hard to go back to living with parents. Are you enjoying being on your own?” “I love it. The apartment I’m in doesn’t have AC in every room, it just has this one window unit, but I’m there alone. So every day when I get home I just strip down to my boxers and sit around in my underwear. Its so freeing.” “Doesn’t sound too different to my life here. Most of the time I don’t were much more than a jock strap in the house. I only got dressed today because you were coming over.” He grinned at me. “Although, with the way you were staring at my dick when you first came in maybe you would have appreciated the jock.” “I’m sorry Sir. I… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m bi, and I’ve always known that but I’ve never been with a guy… and all the gay porn I’ve watched has just been young jocks… when you opened the door this morning I was just so… I was just so unprepared for how…” I trailed off feeling embarrassed. “Keep going.” “I was unprepared for how… how incredibly fucking hot you are.” “Good boy, doesn’t that feel better to say?” “Yes… Sir.” “Remember what I said about honesty in this house, and you should feel confident calling me Sir if it feels right.” “Yes Sir.” I grinned. “Good boy. You like it when I call you a good boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir I… I do.” “Good, give in to that.” “Yes Sir.” I said with more confidence. “Stand up for me boy.” I did as I was told and stoop up facing him. “Now I want you to think very closely before following my next instructions. Your following them is your consent, do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I said, though honestly, I didn’t understand at all and had no idea what was coming next. “You’re a good boy Alex.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Strip for me.” “What?” “I want you to strip for me, like you would at home alone.” I hesitated for a moment, and then did as he asked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and dropped it on the ground. Then I bent down and undid my work boots kicking those off too, and stuffing my socks inside. Standing back up my hands shook a little as I undid my jeans, and after only a moments pause, pushed them down too. I stood there, in just my boxers with my cock hard as a rock and an obvious precum stain forming, in front of a man old enough to be my father probably that I had just met an hour ago. Yet, despite how nervous I felt, it also felt right. I liked obeying him, I liked calling him Sir, and most of all I liked being told I was a good boy. “Good, very good. I’m proud of you. Show off that sexy body. Are you ready to have your first experience with man?” I nodded nervously, and he smiled. “Then get on your knees.” I was terrified but also more turned on than I’d ever been, so I did what he asked. I got down on my knees and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled again, but there was something else there now too, a hunger. “Good boy. I was hoping this was going to be your choice.” Without getting up from the chair he pulled his tshirt off revealing his massive chest, and round stomach. I marveled at the thick dark hair that swirled over his body. His nipples stood out pink and firm from that mass of fur. I licked my lips, and my cock leaked even more. He shifted his weight, and pulled off his sweat pants. That’s when I saw it. For the first time in my life I was looking at another man’s cock in person. It was big and meaty with a broad flat head already glistening with precum. A wide vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. The base of his cock was completely obscured by thick wild pubes that spread until they connected to his treasure trail and leg hair. His balls hung so low and heavy that they brushed the chair even as he sat back. My mouth was watering “Come over here boy, get my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t hesitate for a second. I dove forward, nestling myself between his thick thighs. Until right then I’d never even seen another man’s penis, let alone touched it. I hovered for a moment, simply unsure of how to proceed and then taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cock. It was warm and firm in my grasp, and deeply alluring. I pushed myself till I was propped up on my knees and my mouth was level with the tip. I licked my lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, but also salty at the same time. Without having tasted it before, I immedicably knew that this is what sweat tasted like. It was intoxicating. Slowly I parted my lips, taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My body was on fire with lust. I’d imagined this moment countless times, but this was so different and so much better than any of my fantasies. Diligently I worked my way down the wide shaft till I had most of it in my mouth. Then I started bobbing my head up and down like I’d scene in countless porn videos. I tried to remember what had felt good on my own cock when my high school girlfriend had blown me and emulated that. When Jack let out a low moan my heart soared. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in that moment. Eventually his hand came to rest on the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair, and he took charge. He held my head in place and started to push his hips forward. His cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. I slobbered all over his shaft as best I could as he started to fuck my face. I coughed and spluttered when his cock got too deep, and gasped for breath each time he pulled out till only his wide cock head was in my mouth. “Good boy,” he growled, “Take that fat cock down your throat. Your mouth feels so good. Making Daddy’s cock feel good. I’m going to shoot a big load down your throat boy. You want that don’t you? You want Daddy’s load?” I tried to nod my head yes. At that moment in time I’d never wanted anything else more. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted my first blowjob to end with me swallowing this man’s load. “Oh fuck boy, just like that. Yeah, hold your mouth open. Fuck. Open wide for Daddy. Good boy. Fuck! Yes! Take my load boy!” He held my head in one hand, the other was behind his head. I looked up at his beautiful manly body and his cock gave a powerful throb. He pulled back so just the top of his cock was past my lips and let it go. Thick ribbons of cum erupted from the head of his dick like water bursting through a dam. It filled my mouth in just a few squirts and I tried to swallow as quickly as I could. It tasted amazing, hot and tangy. Slowly his orgasm subsided and I licked the last of his load from my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I looked up at Jack in awe, his cock still inches from my mouth. “You did good boy. With some training you’ll make a first-rate cock sucker.” “Thank you Sir.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes! That was amazing. I’m so hard Sir!” “I can see that. You’ve practically soaked through your boxers. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you Sir.” I rubbed my crotch absently while I looked up at him. Suddenly he bent down and snatched my hand away from my own leaking cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself.” “I… um… no…?” “No what?” He was suddenly very stern. “No Sir.” “That’s better. You’re new, and you’re worked up. Its ok. But, if we’re going to keep having fun like this you need to learn something.” “What’s that Sir?” “I am in charge.” My cock throbbed. “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Alright. Its been just about an hour. Why don’t you get yourself together and go finish your work. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done,” and with that he got up, pulled up his pants, and left the room. For a long moment I just knelt there on the floor in shock at what had just happened. I was so horny but I didn’t dare touch myself. Eventually I got up. I looked at my clothes laying on the floor, and then thought to myself ‘he didn’t tell me to get dressed…’ so wearing only my precum soaked boxer shorts I padded back into the back bedroom and sanded down my dry wall patches. A half hour later I was finished, cleaned up, and had packed up my tools. I walked back into the playroom, picked my clothes up off the floor and tossed them on top of my tool bag. Then I carried the whole lot back down the back stairs. Jack was sitting in the kitchen. He’d stripped off and was now only wearing a thin well-worn jock that barely held his hefty flaccid cock in place. My mouth watered at the sight. “Well, this is interesting… you’re still in your underwear boy. Did you finish your work like that?” “Well, you said that you are in charge, and… and you didn’t say to get dressed just to finish the work so I… sorry. That was probably the wrong thing to do. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll get dressed.” He got up and cupped my chin in his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed boy. You’ve done great. You’re right, I didn’t tell you to get dressed, and I’m certainly never going to complain about a boy being in his underwear. It shows real initiative too. You know… I had intended to just fuck your mouth and send you on your way but…” he paused for a moment looking me up and down. “How about this. Normally I wouldn’t take on a boy who’s as inexperienced as you, training a boy from scratch can be a lot of work, but… if you can prove to me you’re serious I might just make you mine.” Truthfully I had no idea what he meant by any of that, but it didn’t matter. In that moment I would happily do anything for Jack. “Whatever you say Sir!” “I want you to come back here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I assume you have the day off?” I nodded. “Good. Ok. Come here tomorrow at noon. When you get here park out front like you did today, and then let yourself round the back. You will strip off in the back yard to your underwear, then you’ll knock on the back door and get on your knees and wait. If you come here know that coming here is you consenting to serving me. I am in charge. I will treat you well and I will make you feel things you have never felt before, but I am the boss. You feel pleasure when I want you to. You feel pain when I want you to. You are mine. Is that clear.” “Yes Sir!” I was completely hard again. “Good. Now, off you go. I’ll tell Peter how good a job you did upstairs.” “Thank you Sir.” I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. “You don’t need that. You can make it to your car as is. It’s a quiet street and my drive is plenty secluded. Think of it as your first test.” I gulped, and nodded. I dragged my bag to the front door and then taking a deep breath opened it and walked outside in nothing but my absolutely soaked boxers. I walked quickly to my car, stopping only to fish my keys out of my pants pockets, and loaded my things into the back seat. “Oh, and one more thing boy,” called Jack from the front door, “No more fucking boxers. My boys wear briefs or jocks. I don’t think you’re quite ready for a jock though. Tomorrow I expect to see you kneeing in a fresh pair of white briefs, or else I’m not letting you inside.” Then he closed the door and was gone. My hands were shaking as I got dressed in my car. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Yet I knew it was real, I could still taste Jacks load on my lips. I drove to Peter’s little shop and dropped off my tools for the day, my dick still hard as it was when I’d left. It seemed like I would never be soft again I was so hard. I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision as to my next destination. It just seemed inevitable. I drove across town to the mall and parked in front of the Target. I shifted my dick so my erection wasn’t so obvious and walked into the store, heading straight towards the men’s underwear. I’d been a boxer’s man for years, at least since middle school. I’d never thought of returning to briefs, but standing there looking at all the options I understood why Sir preferred them. I didn’t clock it then, but somewhere between blowing him and picking out the underwear he told me to wear I had shifted from mentally calling Jack by his name to calling him Sir. Every package of briefs was adorned with a photo of a muscular man’s crotch in bulging underpants. I stared for a long time imagining what each models cock would look like in person. Eventually I found a pack of high cut white briefs. --- The next morning I was so full of nervous energy I couldn’t do anything. The night before I’d stripped off as soon as I got in the door, kicking off my precum filled boxers and tore into the package of briefs. I pulled a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have never guessed that one garment could be so transformative. In my boxers I looked like any other jock, lean and slightly tanned from the summer sun. In the briefs I looked more vulnerable, exposed, twinky. I liked it. I felt sexy. I slept, fitfully, in that pair. I’d resolved to follow Sir’s instructions, and hadn’t touched my cock at all. I was constantly hard, constantly reminded of what I had done that day and excited for what tomorrow would bring. At quarter past eleven I couldn’t wait any longer. Dressed in a fresh pair of briefs, basketball shorts and a tank top I got into the car and drove over to Sir’s house. I pulled into the drive ten minutes early and sat for as long as I could bare it. Finally at five minutes to noon I got out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around the side of the house. I opened the small gate that separated the front yard from the back and headed over to the patio. At the edge of the brick slab I pulled off my tank top, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my shorts with no hesitation. I had no idea what Sir had in store for me but if it was anything like yesterday I was completely committed. I wanted it. I wanted him. I walked over to the glass sliding door, got on my knees on the mat, and knocked. After a nerve-wracking moment Sir appeared walking down the hall again dressed in nothing but an old white jock. My cock throbbed again. “You actually came, and you’re early. I’m impressed. Open up boy and I’ll give you your first treat.” He held his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to him as I opened my mouth. Then, very suddenly, he hawked back and spat a big wad of spit into my mouth and all over my cheeks. I was shocked, but also instinctually swallowed. “Good boy. You’re mine and now you’re marked as mine. Stand up for me. Look at you. These briefs suit you so much better than those horrible loose boxers don’t they?” “Yes Sir.” “Boxers are much too loose and macho for a boy like you. You need to be exposed, shown off, don’t you boy.” “Yes Sir!” “You learn quick. Do you like your new briefs?” “Yes Sir, very much. I bought them right after I left yesterday and I put a pair on as soon as I got home. I felt so… so sexy in them.” “Good! That’s exactly how you should feel boy. Alright, come inside the house and I’ll tell you what I have planned for your first training day.” I followed him inside and back up to the playroom where he once more sat in the big leather chair. Without having to be instructed I knelt on the floor in front of him. It just felt right. “Good boy. Now, before we get any further I want to make sure you understand I am not going to fuck you today.” I hadn’t honestly thought through what he might do to me, but I was still sad to hear that. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but don’t worry, if you prove yourself to be willing to learn and obey I’ll fill your sweet boy hole up with my cum soon enough. “Thank you Sir.” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Now some doms will tell you that you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. I find that boring. I want to hear what you’re thinking. I want to know when you’re excited or you enjoyed something. So speak up. Just remember, I am in charge.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Next, just because I’m not going to fuck you today does not me today isn’t going to be about your hole. I’m going to spend today teaching you about your hole as a sex organ. Something tells me that you don’t have much experience in that area.” “I’ve fingered myself a few times Sir, but rarely and only one finger nothing like…” I looked around the room at the myriad of sex toys, “Nothing like the things you have here.” “That’s ok boy. I’ll start you small and work you open slowly. What’s important boy is that you let go and let me use you. I will make it pleasurable for you, but its not about that. Its about my pleasure in using you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir. I’m nervous though.” “Don’t be. When a boy like you gives in to the pleasure of their hole it feels even better than playing with their cock. If you really let go boy you’ll shoot bigger loads than the one I’m betting you shot when you got home last night just from playing with your ass.” “I didn’t get off last night Sir.” “What?” “I… I didn’t jerk off last night Sir. You told me… well, you said that you were in charge and you told me not to touch myself so… I… I didn’t.” “You haven’t gotten off since you were here yesterday?” “No Sir.” “That is very interesting. Wow. I’m really impressed. You’re even more of a natural sub than I thought. Good boy.” “A sub Sir?” “Yes boy. A sub. A submissive. That’s what you are. There was just something about you yesterday when you came in that tipped me off, but I didn’t guess you’d be this naturally subservient. You like pleasing me don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good. Lean into that feeling. Focus on it. Making me feel good will lead to me making you feel good. If you really are as good a sub as you seem we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He got up from the chair. “Stay there boy,” he patted my head as he passed, and walked over to the wall covered in gear. He took a long moment looking over the wall before moving over to a collection of chains hanging all together. He picked up a smaller silver one, and grabbed a silver padlock from a small table. “Stand up boy.” I stood up and faced him. He passed the chain behind my head and rested it on my shoulders. The metal was cold, and it was heavier than I expected. I probably should have expected what came next but I was still surprised when he brought the two ends of the chain together and clicked the padlock through the links. He let the lock drop onto my chest. “Look at yourself in the mirror boy.” He turned me towards a floor length mirror next to the door to the room. I gasped. Just like the night before when I’d first tried on my new briefs I was shocked by how much a little thing could transform my image. The chain hung close to my neck, glinting in the red light. The lock looked large and prominent against my chest. My cock was straining against my briefs, and a small wet spot had already started to form as my dick started to leak. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. Sir stepped up behind me, joining me in the mirror. The difference between us was striking. He was tall and broad, covered in hair, with thick powerful arms. His jock bulged, heavy with his steadily swelling meat. He looked like a man, a true man. I on the other hand, was much thinner with far less muscle. My arms, though not undefined, looked puny next to Sir’s mass. I was almost hairless and small, straining in tight white briefs with a chain collar locked around my neck. I’d never seen a sub before, I’d never delved into that kind of porn, but I knew in that moment that this is what a sub was supposed to look like. I felt incredibly sexy, sexier than I ever had in my whole life up until that moment, and I would have done anything to keep feeling that way. “The collar suits you boy.” “Thank you Sir. I love it! I feel so fucking hot!” “Good! Good boy. You’re finding your place. Now, this is just a training collar, it will only stay on for today’s session. But if you’re a good a sub as I’m starting to think you will be you’ll have your own permanent collar and lock soon enough.” I spun to face him, looking up into his big square face with pleading eyes. “Really Sir?” “Really boy, but a collar must be earned. Little novice holes like you don’t just get a collar.” “Yes Sir. I understand Sir… but I’d like to earn it.” “Good boy. You like how the collar feels don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I feel so sexy.” “You are sexy. You look like the perfect sub, well almost perfect.” “Almost?” “We’ll get there… you’re not quite ready for the next step yet boy. Don’t worry about that. Focus on what’s happening right now.” “Yes Sir.” “Now that we’ve got you properly dressed for the day. Time for your first lesson: Worshiping Daddy’s body. You did a damn fine job sucking my cock yesterday, but there’s more to pleasing a man than just giving him a blow job.” “Yes Sir.” “Come over here and get your nose in my pits. Get my scent on you.” He put his hands behind his head exposing his furry pits. A wave of musk hit me like a tsunami. I was entranced by the smell, intoxicated even. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. It was something akin to the smell of the gym locker room but delicious at the same time, like the raw scene of muscularly. I dove into his pit nose first. I nuzzled deep, breathing in the heady aroma. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the hair. The taste was just as enticing as the smell. Salty and mysterious, I licked the sweat from his pit, twisting my tongue through the hair there. Sir let out a satisfied groan when I pulled back gasping for air. “Good job boy, now do the other one.” Not needing to be told twice I frantically started sniffing and licking Sir’s other pit. I felt high. It was wild. His scent seemed to make me even hornier. My head was spinning. I slowly started to move from Sir’s pit, licking at his skin as he went. I’d seen guy getting their nipples played with in porn, and made my way to Sir’s big pink nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and he moaned his approval. I sucked and teased his nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Sir grunted, and put his hand on the back of my head pressing me to his chest. “Good boy, lick Daddy’s nipples,” he growled. After a few minutes he shifted me to his other nipple and I devoured that one too. When Sir finally let me up my face was slick with spit, and I was grinning stupidly. “Good job boy, and you knew to work my nipples without me having to tell you. I’m very proud of you. You’re such a natural at this. Why don’t you work your way down and suck on my balls for a minute before we get you in the sling for the first time.” I grabbed at Sir’s chest, licking his nipple for a few moments more before slowly sinking to my knees. At first I just looked at the full pouch of his jock, remembering what it contained. Then I pulled it aside and let Sir’s cock flop out. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but his cock still hung long and thick. I held his dick gently in one hand, lifting it, and started swallowing his balls. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth. I licked all along his sack, tasting more sweat and musk. I burred my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent. As I worked his balls his dick continued to harden, swelling to its full and impressive size. I stroked it lightly, but Sir smacked my hand away, “I told you to work my balls boy, not play with my cock.” “Sorry Sir,” I gasped, letting his balls out of my mouth for a second. “You earn my cock through submission, I will let you know when it’s time for you to play with my cock.” “Yes Sir!” “Now swallow my balls boy!” I hungrily went back to my work. I liked his balls till his pubes were matted down with my spit and my face was shining. Sir moaned in appreciation as I worked his body and teased his sack. I was in heaven. Every sound of pleasure he made sent a shot of endorphins through my body. He was right, I was getting pleasure out of making him feel good. It made me happy to pleasure him. I’d never considered how good it could feel to submit. “Good job boy, fuck. You’re good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never been with another man. You’re a fucking natural. You were born for this.” “Thank you Sir!” I said from the floor, looking up at him, my face covered in spit and his precum. “Get up boy. Its time to get you in the sling.” I sprung to my feet, and he led me by the hand over to the swing in the middle of the room. He spun me around so I was facing him, with my back to the sling, “Take off your briefs.” Without hesitation I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pushed my briefs to the floor. My cock sprung up, slapping into my stomach leaving a stick trail of precum. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He said looking at my cock. “Yes Sir. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” “I’m glad to hear that boy. It means I was right about you. If you weren’t a natural born sub you wouldn’t be this turned on servicing me.” “It’s all so hot Sir. Honestly. I know I keep saying it but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. This is amazing. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, our day’s just starting. Hold out your hands.” I did as he instructed and grabbed to leather cuffs from the table next to the sling. He snapped them around my wrists, and then locked two more around my ankles. A big drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the floor when the leather touched my skin. “Alright, on three give me a little jump.” He grabbed me under the arms and counted, “one, two, three.” I jumped up and he pushed me back. I landed on the seat of the sling. Sir lay me down in the contraption and I looked up at myself in the mirror above. Every time I looked at myself I looked more and more like a submissive boy. Now in addition to my collar and lock, I had stout leather cuffs with D rings on them on all for limbs which Sir was attaching to the chains of the sling. Within moments I was completely helpless, attached to the sling with no way of getting free. I was at Sir’s mercy, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at myself in the mirror; exposed, vulnerable, and submissive. It was perfect. “How do you feel boy?” “Amazing Sir!” “You look amazing. Like I said, I’m going to take this real slow, if at any point its too much I want you to speak up. I’m not promising that I’ll stop what I’m doing but I will coach you through what you’re feeling. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” “Ok, lets start training this boy hole. How many fingers have you taken before boy?” “Just one Sir. I’ve never been brave enough to try more. I always get scared I’ll hurt myself.” “Well you don’t have to be scared today boy. I’m opened boy holes wider than you can imagine right now. I wont hurt you.” He’d walked around me now so he was standing between my spread legs. The pouch of his jock was still pulled aside and his massive dick stood straight out pointing right at my hole. I felt my hole twitch as I looked at the drooling head. I watched in the mirror above as Sir stepped closer and rubbed his slick cock head against my ass. I felt the wet head brush over my hole and I moaned. “Good boy,” he said. “You want my cock don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I want you to fuck me.” “Like I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you today, only properly trained sub boys get my cock. But with how eager you and naturally predisposed to submission you seem, I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long to get my cock inside you.” He brushed his cock head against my hole again, “and my load.” “Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s right boy. Once I’m inside you I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred your sweet boy hole.” “Please Sir! I want you to breed me! Please train me for your cock.” “Good boy.” Sir grinned at me, and then to my shock, sank to his knees. I felt his warm breath on my hole first, then the tickle of his moustache on my taint, followed finally by his tongue flicking across my tight, virgin, pucker. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed. Sir chuckled, “relax boy. It’ll feel good. Just relax.” He did it again. His tongue darted across my hole, then back down. It began to circle the outside of my ring. He was right, it did feel good. I watched Sir burry his head between my legs, shoving his tongue into my ass in the mirror above. His head bobbed forward and back as he twisted his tongue around. Almost immediately I was a whimpering heaving mess. I pulled against the chains, my arms moving involuntarily and Sir worked my hole. It happened slowly but I felt it, my hole began to relax. As Sir’s tongue danced around and across my hole, very slowly the muscles began to relax. I was opening up for him, slowly blooming open. Sir felt it too, he began to push his tongue against my hole. Over and over as he continued his frantic lapping he’d press the point of his tongue against my pucker. Little by little he made progress, slowly prizing my ring open. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating over and over. I had never dreamed something could feel like this. “That’s it boy, give in. You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel your hole opening up for me. Its fucking beautiful. You have such a pretty hole, tight and pink, just the right amount hair. Fuck.” He dove back in, his tongue now focusing almost exclusively on the center of my hole. He pushed and pushed, till his tongue could slid easily in and out of my hole. I felt the shift. He was tongue fucking my hole. “Oh my god.” I moaned. “Good boy. Yeah, good fucking boy,” he growled into my hole. He kept that up for what felt like an hour. I was whimpering and moaning when he finally got back to his feet. His moustache and beard were wet with spit and ass juice. He looked even hotter than before. Sir licked his lips and smiled at me, “what a fucking beautiful hole. Its just fucking begging to be trained. Boy, you need this don’t you?” “Yes Sir! Please! Please train my hole.” “It just bloomed open for me.” He sucked on one of his fingers for a moment and then started to rub it on my hole. “And it didn’t tighten back up right away. Your hole is desperate for it.” He pressed the tip of his finger into my hole very slowly. “Desperate for me to stretch it out. Fuck boy.” He spat onto his finger, rubbed his spit over my hole and pressed forward again. There was a long moment where nothing happened. I watched anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately not to tighten up. Then very suddenly Sir’s finger vanished inside my hole. My body just opened up and swallowed his finger. I groaned and tossed my head back against the sling. My legs pulled against my chains and I saw stars flash before my eyes. Sir twisted his finger around, pulling at the sides of my hole as I groaned and blathered on at him “open me, use me, it feels so good.” “Good boy, open up for me, that’s it, you can do it,” Sir cooed back as he worked me over. Eventually he pulled his finger out and stuffed it and a second finger into his mouth. He got both fingers wet and then aimed them back at my hole. I closed my eyes, willing my hole open as he started to work two fingers into me. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t hurt, to get his second finger in. My hole opened wider than it ever had before as Sir’s digits began to penetrate me. He worked them as before, twisting and pulling, stretching the sides of my hole wider little by little. He slicked two fingers on his other hand and began to alternate between the two hands, fucking his fingers in and out of me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. My whole world had shrunk to Sir, his fingers, and my hole. I never even thought about my own cock, which lay against my body half hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. “Such a beautiful hole, and you’re opening up so well for me,” Sir said and he stuck three fingers in his mouth while still fucking two from his opposite hand into me. He dropped another big glob of spit onto my hole and then started to push three fingers in. “You maybe bi but you’ve got the making of a fag’s pig hole,” he said as my hole stretched open again and his three fingers sunk in to the knuckle. “Fuck Sir! Please make my ass into a fag’s pig hole!” “Is that what you want boy? You want me to turn you into a little fag boy? You want me to stretch your hole out till it’s a gaping mess? Give you a big wet pig cunt?” “Please Sir! Don’t stop till I’m a gaping mess! Please make me a pig cunt!” “Piggy boy cunts aren’t made in one session, but you’ve got a lot of potential boy. First we’ve got to get you nice and stretched out, and once you’ve got a warm wet pussy I’ll breed you and turn your hole into a pig cunt. Now, let’s see if you can handle something more than just my fingers.” With that he reached back over to the table next to the sling. I watched anxiously in the mirror as he selected a slender but almost a foot long silvery orange toy. It bent as he picked it up, flopping about in his hands. He poured lube all along its length and rubbed up and down the shaft to make sure it was spread out. Then he rubbed the extra lube from his hands on my hole, slipping his fingers in and out of me with ease. “Alright boy, this called a Slink. It is the smallest one and it’s got a long shaft so it’ll stretch you out slowly as it probes your hole. You ready?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy. As I push in push out a little with your hole, it will open you up, but don’t strain. Alright now, deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath, and then very slowly blew it out through my nose. As I did Sir lined the toy up with my hole and started to press it into me. I pushed out and watched in shock as my hole bloomed open and accepted the toy. The first few inches slid inside me easily. I gasped, accidentally tightening my hole. “That was good boy, really good. You just got excited and clamped down. Take another deep breath and do the exact same thing.” We did it again. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I pushed out with my hole being careful to never strain. More of the toy sank inside me. Soon half of it had vanished inside me. “Good, good. That’s perfect. Now I’m going to fuck you with just this much of the toy. I want you to lay your head back. Try not to look in the mirror too much, just focus on how it feel.” “Yes Sir!” He slid the toy back till just the very tip was inside me, and then pressed it back inside. I groaned. He did it again. Slowly he built up the pace, fucking me with the long slender toy. Dutifully I kept my head back and eventually closed my eyes focusing on how my hole felt. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of being penetrated, every time Sir thrust the toy into me it hit something inside my hole that sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body. I felt stretched and used. I felt like a slut, and I liked it. “Fuck boy, you did it. Open your eyes and have a look.” I opened my eyes and looked up into the mirror. For a second I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Sir was standing between my outstretched legs with his hands at his sides, and the toy was nowhere to be seen but I could still feel it inside me. Then I understood. He had worked the rest of the toy inside me while he was fucking me. The whole foot long toy was now lodged in my ass. “Holy fuck Sir! How? How did you get all of that inside me?” “Very slowly. I told you boy, yours is not the first tight hole I’ve opened up. While you were focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the toy I pushed it a little deeper with each thrust till you’d taken the whole thing. Now watch this.” He took hold of the base of the toy and pulled back on it slowly. At first all I felt was pressure, then my ass gave way and the bulb of the toy slid out. I watched in awe as twelve long inches of orange silicone slipped from my hole and flopped into Sir’s waiting hands. As soon as the toy was out of my hole I felt empty. I missed the fullness that came with being penetrated. “Fuck Sir, it felt so good. Fuck me again with it please! Put it back.” “No, I think you took this one too easily. I’m going to size you up.” He dropped the Slink onto the table and walked down its length till he found what he was looking for. Holding a long black dildo he walked back to my hole. It was the same length as the Slink but without the taper. It had a fat head, and a wide shaft that ended in a pair of sculpted balls. Once more Sir slathered it with lube, rubbed some additional lube on my hole and then lined up the toy. “Deep breath, and push out while you let out your breath.” My hole opened easily for the new toy. The Slink had opened my hole and I had no problem with the girth for the first few inches. When about half the toy was in me Sir said again, “head back, eyes closed.” I did as instructed, and relaxed into the toy fucking. This time I knew what he was doing and I felt it. I felt the toy slowly working deeper and deeper into my hole. I felt myself opening up for it. I felt my guts being rearranged. Sir fucked me longer this time, eventually working up to long dicking me with the dildo. He’d pull its whole length out of me, resting the head on my hole and then push forward and sink the whole shaft back into me. I groaned as he worked me over and begged him to use me, and turn my hole into a pig cunt. “Fuck boy. You’re ready to size up again.” He pushed the whole length of the dildo in my hole, and then leaving me stuffed, moved down the table to pick my next toy. He came back with another dildo, this one however was fatter than either of the first two despite being several inches shorter. He lubed it up, pulled the pervious toy from my hole and then immediately replaced it with the new one. I groaned and without being told to do so, laid my head back on the and closed my eyes. Sir was getting more aggressive now. My hole was loosening quickly for him and he was being less gentle. He fucked this new fatter toy into me quickly and then proceeded to pound it in and out of my hole till I was a sweaty, drooling, blathering mess. “You’re doing so well boy. I’m so impressed,” Sir said, holding the toy deep inside me. “I can’t believe you’ve never had anything inside your hole before today. You’ve opened up so quickly. How do you feel boy?” “I feel fucking amazing.” I said in complete honesty. “I never imagined that getting fucked would feel this good. Its just… its amazing. I want more! Fuck. I want you to make me into a pig hole so bad! I want to be stretched out and used. I want to be full of your cum” “Damn. Hungry fucking boy. I love it. I like it when you beg me boy. But, I meant what I said, you’re not getting my cock today. You’re still not ready.” “Yes Sir.” “But you can get my load another way.” “How Sir?” He slid the dildo from my hole and set it aside. Then he unlocked my hands and feet and pulled me from the sling. I fell into him. My legs where shaking and unstable, lack of blood flow and being stretched for the first time had made me weak. Sir chuckled, “Get your legs back under you and then, you’re going to swallow my cock while you ride that dildo.” “Fuck yes Sir!” Sir moved us both over to the chair where he sat down handing me the dildo. It was heavy in my hands. I got on my knees in front of Sir, and then lent forward and aimed the dildo at my hole. It took me a moment to get the angle right but once I did it slid right back in. I shifted positions and slid the full length of the dildo inside me. Sir growled his approval and pointed his cock head at my face. I licked my lips, and fully impaled on the fat silicone cock I started to slurp on Sir’s dick. He held the back of my head again forcing me to take more and more of his cock down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but kept riding the dildo. It was completely overwhelming. There were too many amazing sensations happening at once that I couldn’t focus on anything. I found my mind going blank till I was only focused on the dildo in my ass and the cock down my throat. He fucked my throat till my jaw hurt and then kept going. My eyes were watering and drool was dripping off of my chin. I’d completely forgotten to keep bouncing on the dildo and was instead just sitting with it completely lodged inside my formerly virgin hole while my mouth was ravaged. Eventually Sir’s breathing shifted, his pace changed, and he pulled out till his cockhead rested on my tongue again. I knew what was coming next. Ribbons of hot sperm shot out of his cock filling my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping down as much as I could. I felt a small trickle of cum escape from the corner of my mouth as the last spurts fired. Sir collapsed back into his chair, both hands behind his head exposing his beautiful bushy pits and filling the room with a fresh wave of musk. I sat back, relishing the feeling of fullness in my hole and licking my lips. “Fuck boy, you did well.” He said eventually. “Thank you Sir. That was amazing, and… and thank you for giving me your load.” He looked down at me quizzically. “Jesus. You really are a born sub. Fuck. Thanking me for my load unprompted. Fuck!” He reached down and rubbed my head, mussing up my hair. “I wish I could wreck you all night.” “You can Sir! I don’t have to go anywhere.” He laughed, “No boy, your hole’s been through a lot. You need some rest, or we’ll end up breaking your pretty little cunt in training. Time to get off that dildo.” “Sir cant I just…” “Who’s in charge here boy?” “You are Sir.” “Correct, and I told you its time to get off that dildo, so get the fuck up.” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir!” I shifted onto the balls of my feet and slowly raised myself up will the dildo fell from my hole. I felt empty. I missed it already. “Good boy, that’s better. I know you’ve had a big day and these feelings can be overwhelming so I’ll forgive you this time.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “Its ok boy.” He held my chin in his hand, “just remember whos boss in this house.” “You are Sir.” “That’s correct.” He tipped my face up to him and did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me. I leaned in, pressing myself to his warm body as our tongues intertwined. His beard scratched at my chin and his moustache tickled my nose. It was heaven. “I’m really proud of you boy,” he said when he broke apart our kiss. “There aren’t many boys who are experience with getting fucked who can take three hours in the sling their first day. You did amazingly.” “Did? Are we done Sir?” “For today we are. Like I said, we cant risk breaking your pretty hole on the first day.” “Oh. Right.” “Don’t look so sad. Come back tomorrow and we’ll keep opening you up.” “Yes Sir!” I didn’t want to stop but at least this wasn’t the end forever. “Tomorrow when you come do the same thing you did today. Go around back, strip down to your briefs, knock and wait on your knees. Got it?” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, and tonight… I want you to jerk off tonight.” “Yes Sir!” “Jerk off thinking about what we did today, watch some porn of boys being used by doms. And then in that post nut clarity I want you to ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. If you come back here tomorrow I want it to not just be pent up hormones, but what you really want to do. Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good then get your briefs and gather your clothes from the back porch. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” I lay in my bed that night, my briefs pulled to the side any my cock sticking straight up leaking. I rubbed at my tender hole as I stroked remembering the afternoon I had. I heard Sir’s voice in my head saying “In that post nut clarity ask yourself ‘is this something I really want.’” How could the answer be no? The whole day had been pure bliss. I felt like I had found my place. I stroked my cock feverously thinking of Sir calling me a “good boy” as he stretched out my hole. I felt my used but as of yet unfucked no longer truly virginal pucker and imagined Sir’s cock finally entering me. My balls tightened and cum erupted from my dick like water from a fire hydrant. It shot high into the air and rained down over my sweaty heaving chest. I dipped my fingers into the puddles and lapped up my own load falling back against the pillows as my climax ended. I was panting and exhausted, but one things was crystal clear in my mind: I would be at Sir’s house at noon the next day kneeling in my briefs as ordered. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Sir said as he opened the sliding door in nothing but his jock smiling down at me. “How did it feel blowing that load last night boy?” “I’ve never cum so hard in my life Sir. It was all over me and then I licked it up.” “I bet you were playing with your hole at the same time weren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir, and imaging you fucking me.” “Glad to hear it boy… and when you came, how did you feel?” I paused for a moment thinking and then replied, “Resolved Sir. I want to be your boy. I want to be trained by you. I want you to make me into a pig. I want a pig cunt Sir! I want to be your sub. I want to learn to submit! Please Sir!” “Good boy. I like your honesty, and I’m glad that’s your choice. I’ve been thinking about your sweet boy hole all morning. Now, as cute as those briefs are on you they’re only going to get in the way of what’s next. Take them off, you can leave them out here with the rest of your clothes. You won’t be getting dressed again today.” I stood up and took off my briefs, only momentarily self-conscious about being completely naked outside. “Good boy. Come inside.” He led me inside, but instead of heading right upstairs to the playroom he brought me over to the kitchen island. “Hope up here,” he said, patting the island. I did as instructed and sat on the edge of the island. Then he turned to the freezer and pulled out a small bag of ice. “Put this on your dick to make it go soft boy.” I blinked at him confusedly but followed his instructions. I placed the freezing cold ice on my hard cock and felt it slowly begin to deflate. Sir then took something out of his pocket and pulled the ice away. He quickly worked a hard plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls, my dick swelling again. With the ring securely in place he put the bag of ice back on my junk making it go soft once more. As soon as I had completely lost my erection Sir took the ice away once more and deftly slipped a small plastic cage over my cock and locked it to the ring. “That load you shot last night,” he said, an evil glint in his eye, “was the last load you’re gonna shoot for a long while. I hope it really was a good one.” At this point in my life I’d never seen a cock cage or heard of male chastity, yet here I was with my cock straining against the confines of a black plastic cage. “This way all of your focus will be on your hole, not that you did a bad job of that yesterday but this… ensures compliance. Now, lets get you upstairs and start opening that hole up again. What do you say?” “Yes Sir!” I jumped down from the kitchen island and practically ran up to the play room. Sir chuckled coming into the playroom after me and seeing me standing right in front of the sling facing the door, my locked cock proudly on display. “Wrists out boy.” I held out my hands and he locked the cuffs back on them, then he did the same for my ankles. I stood still as a statue waiting while he retrieved my collar from the day before and re-attached it around my neck. “You look perfect.” “Thank you Sir.” “I thought we’d try you out on the bench this time,” he said, “instead of the sling. You wont be able to see what’s happening and can give in to just being a gaping hole.” He brought me over to the bench, and helped me to mount it. The bench was angled downward, and once Sir had attached my cuffs I was forced downward so that my ass was higher than my head. I had thought the sling left me exposed yesterday but it was nothing compared to this. My hole was totally exposed and I was held into place by the thick leather cuff. My cock throbbed in its new cage. “You look beautiful boy. Your locked up cock is leaking everywhere, and your hole is quivering. I’m going to open your hole till it’s a big loose cunt. I’m going to turn you into the perfect sub pig and breed your guts till my cum runs down your legs.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Use me! Stretch me out! Wreck me! Breed me!” “All in good time boy. All in good time,” and without further warning he dove into my hole. He licked at it like a man possessed just like he had done the day before. Only this time, it didn’t take half the time before my hole started to bloom open. I felt it, my hole still sensitive from yesterday, slicked and then opened, slowly relaxing under Sir’s assault. I moaned as his tongue started to work into my ass, flicking over the muscular ring over and over again. Sir growled as his opened me up. His big meaty paws held my cheeks firmly, spreading them apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I groaned over and over again. “This is going to be the perfect pussy.” Sir said, smacking me hard on the ass as he stood up. I heard him moving around but I couldn’t see where he went. After a few moments he returned, and I felt the cold slickness of lube being spread on my hole followed by the unmistakable pressure of a toy. “Lets see what we can get in this hole today boy,” and he pressed the head of the toy into me. It felt narrow but steadily widened. Maybe it was the Slink from yesterday, but then it just kept going and going. It felt longer than anything yesterday. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole and enjoying the experience. Eventually I stopped wondering what it was and just lost myself in the pleasure the toy was giving me. Sir progressively built up speed till eventually he was bashing my hole with the toy, the end of which felt like it had gone a miles into my guts. My hole felt wet and sloppy when he pulled the toy out. My hole felt cold without it, and I realized that that was air getting into my gaped ass. Sir replaced the first toy with another one almost immediately. This time, like yesterday, it was less tapered than the first. He steadily worked it deep inside me and I again lost myself in the experience. We did this over and over as Sir put larger and larger toys inside me. My world shrunk with each toy to focus more and more on my hole and Sir’s voice. The only thing that mattered were his words of encouragement and making myself into the hole he wanted. I had fallen into some sort of trance when he finally said, “Lets get you off this bench, I want you to see what was just in your pussy.” “My pussy Sir? Does that mean…?” “That your hole is growing? Absolutely. It’s not a cunt just yet, but its definitely more than just a hole.” Sir unhooked me, and helped me to sit up and then dismount the bench. My arms and legs both felt a little numb as I stood up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I did as instructed and a heavy weight fell into my hands. “Open them.” I looked down and gasped. I was holding what seemed like an impossibly large dildo. It was the same silvery orange as the Slink but had a spear shaped head, a long slightly tapered shaft and a slight knot at the bottom. It had to be almost a foot and a half long almost three inches across at the head. “There’s no way that was inside me Sir.” “I’d never lie to you boy. Squat on it right now. You’ll see I’m not lying.” I did as he said and set the massive dildo on the floor and then started to lower myself down onto it. My mouth hung open in shock as my hole easily opened for the head, and then slowly but surely swallowed the whole shaft. “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I sat on the floor fully impaled on the toy. “Thank you Sir.” “For what boy?” “For showing me how good my pussy can feel!” “You’re most welcome boy. It feels right doesn’t it boy, to have your hole stretched around a big toy and your dick locked away.” “Yes Sir! It feels so good.” “Good boy. You’re learning to take pleasure from a sub’s place in the world. A sub should be constantly horny and ready to service any man who wants to use its holes.” “Yes Sir!” I was bouncing absent mindedly on the toy as he talked. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday I’d barely had a finger up my ass and today I was riding a massive toy like it was nothing. Sir was a magician. He was also right. It felt so good to be locked up and stretched out, I never wanted it to end. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Really boy? Anything?” “Yes Sir! Anything!” “Open your mouth boy.” He stepped right in front of my and pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. His fat semi hard cock flopped out. I opened my mouth expecting him to start face fucking me. Instead he twisted one hand into my hair holding my head still, and used the other to aim the head of his dick at my open mouth. He closed his eyes for a second and then suddenly the back of my throat was hit with a hot stream of piss. “Swallow boy. Take my piss load.” I swallowed as quickly as I could but his stream came out way too fast and soon hot piss was streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my chest. His piss was bitter but also somehow delicious. I gulped it down. I think even if it had tasted disgusting I would have still swallowed it. Sir wanted me to drink his piss, so I drank his piss. Some part of me understood that this was not just about sexual gratification in the moment but also about him asserting his dominance and control over me. I was becoming an object for use, and I’d never been happier. As Sir’s stream ended I licked my lips and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick, lapping up the last of his piss. I looked up and saw Sir smiling at me, a big messy grin. “Damn boy. I expected you to resist or spit it out. That was… wow.” “You told me to swallow,” I said cheekily. “You’re right. I certainly did. Fuck boy.” His did was hard now and he slapped it against my face. I hung my mouth open and let him push the head into my mouth. He held onto the back of my head with both hands and crammed his dick down my throat. For a second I couldn’t breathe before he pulled back again. I sank all the way down on the massive dildo and let Sir face fuck me. He groaned and growled as he used my throat. Thick globs of spit dripped off my chin and I started to sweat. When Sir finally came it was with a massive yell and hot volleys of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed his load down too, savoring his tastes with satisfaction. “Good boy… good boy,” he cooed running his fingers through my hair. When his dick had gone soft he knelt down in front of me and took my face in his hand. “Good job boy. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you Sir!” “You’re doing so well. You’ve impressed me so much. Your holes gone from a tight little pucker to a nice wet pussy so quickly.” “Thank you Sir! It feels so good. I love having my hole turned into a pussy.” “Good, and tomorrow I’m going to turn it into a cunt.” “Really?” “Really boy. Tomorrow you get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my spunk.” “Fuck! Please Sir! I’m ready now Sir!” I bounced on the dildo to show him I was ready. As I rode the dildo my hole made a wet squelshing sound that made me even hornier. “No boy. You’re going to wait till tomorrow. You’re going to spend the night in that cage, and come here after you’re done with work tomorrow. You’re going to prove to me that you want this,” He shook his cock at me, “Badly enough. You’re going to prove you’re a good boy, and then I’m going to breed you and make you mine.” “Yes Sir! I’ll be here Sir!” “Good boy.” “Um… Sir…?” “Yes?” “Could I… is there a toy I could take home? It just feels too good to be stretched out. I don’t want it to stop!” He smiled, “After tomorrow boy you’ll be stretched out all the time. For tonight your hole needs to rest. Now come on,” he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to my feet. The dildo fell from my used hole as I stood up. I felt empty. “Let’s get you dressed.” I stripped naked as soon as my apartment door closed behind me and flopped back onto my bed. I lay there running my hands across my body. My skin felt electric, as if every touch was heightened after my experience. My balls were more sensitive than they had ever been pressed forward and slightly squished by the ring of my new cage. I pulled my legs back and felt my hole. It felt puffy and swollen. It also felt amazing. I rubbed my fingers across it reveling in to the slickness I still felt. My hole had gone from completely virginal to a wet sloppy pussy in just two days and tomorrow it would become a pig cunt. I was in heaven. The next day it was almost impossible to concentrate. I felt the pressure of my cage constantly. Every time I moved I felt it, and it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Peter could tell I was distracted but he didn’t seem to mind. He just let me exist and wait out my time till I could go back to Sir’s house. When our day was over and we’d dropped off tools back at the shop I practically bolted to my car. I drove as fast as I dared back over to Sir’s house and ran around the back of his house. I stripped off as soon as I got to his back porch and knelt down fully naked at the sliding door. Sir came to the door today dressed in a black leather vest, and black leather chaps with well-worn white jock on. There was a stout leather cuff around his left bicep, and he had on heavy black leather boots. “Fucking sub faggot waiting naked and caged for his Dom. So fucking sexy,” he said when he opened the door. “Good boy, open your mouth.” I did as instructed, guessing at what was next. Like the day before he pulled his jock to the side and rested his semi hard dick on my lips before releasing a massive stream of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down hungrily, swallowing as much as I could. When he’d finished he slid his dick deeper into my mouth and fucked my face as he got hard. He pulled his fully hard cock out of my mouth, and turned my face up to his. Then he bent down and spat right into my mouth. “How did my boy enjoy his first day as a locked boy?” “It was really hot Sir,” I said, after swallowing his spit, “But it was hard to think about anything about being caged and how horny I was.” “Good. I told you a sub boy should always be horny and ready to service men, especially his Sir.” “Yes Sir! I’m ready for you. Anything you want! I’m ready to serve.” “I know you are boy. Are you ready to get that pussy turned into a cunt?” “Yes Sir! I want it so bad!” “Then lets get upstairs then!” Sir took me upstairs, fitted the cuffs on me again, and latched the collar around my neck. He then lifted me into the sling and locked me in place. I gazed up at myself, taking in my spread legs, exposed body and leaking caged cock. I looked like such a slut. “Fuck,” said Sir rubbing his fingers across my hole. “Such a beautiful fucking boy pussy. I’m going to breed you so deep boy my load’s going to be in you for days.” “Please Sir, breed my hole! Make me into a pig cunt!” “That’s it boy, beg me. Beg for my load. Tell me what you want.” He got down on his knees and started to eat my hole as I alternated between begging and whimpering. “Please Sir! Fill my hole! Pump me full of your sperm. I want to be your boy! I want to be your cum dump. I need to be used. I’m just a sub boy, made for you to fuck! I need it so bad Sir! I’ve needed it for days. I want you inside me so bad! I can’t think about anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see you on top of me. I dream about you fucking me. Please let me serve you. Let me make you feel good. Please breed me!” “Good boy,” Sir said when he stood up, “You’re learning your place. You’re going to make such a good sub.” He was leaning over me holding onto the chains by my wrists. He bent down and kissed me deeply. Then he stood up and towered over me. I looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his jock was off and his cock was fully hard and leaking. He lined it up with my hole and rubbed against my pucker. I groaned. “Good boy. Just like before, deep breath in, let it out and push out with your hole. Its time to turn your hole into a cunt.” I did as he said and took a deep breath. With my eyes locked on his cock in the mirror I let it out and pushed gently. Sir’s cock was smaller than the toy’s I’d been riding the day before but it was thick with almost no taper to the shaft and it took some time and extra spit before his head broke through my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy as the first two inches of cock entered my body. Sir growled hungrily. “Good boy, take my big raw cock. Feel it opening your pussy, turning it into a cunt. That’s right boy, you’ll never be the same after this. You thought those toy’s felt good now that you’ve had real cock in your hole you’ll never be able to go back. You’ll always long for it. You’ll need it. You’ll need big raw dick in your sweet boy cunt.” While he was saying all of this he was slowly pushing his dick into me. I was whimpering and groaning, quietly begging him to make me his boy and fill me with cum. “That’s it boy, you’ve got my whole cock inside you now. You’ve taken your first dick.” “It feels so good Sir! Fuck! Your dick is so big. I love it. Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “I like hearing you beg boy.” “Please breed my hole Sir! Make me into a cunt!” “Good boy,” he said and started to pull his cock back out. He built up a slow pace first, using the swing of the sling to force his dick harder and harder into my hole. I was mesmerized watching his dick slide in and out of my ass in the mirror. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening, and part of me felt like it had been inevitable that I would somehow end up here. Sir was right, I was a natural born sub. It didn’t matter that I was bi, I was a faggot made to be used. I moaned as Sir picked up the pace and started to slam into me. Sweat was beading up on both of us. It dripped off of Sir and splattered onto my body. The smell of sex started to permeate the air. It was like Sir’s musk but quadrupled. It was intoxicating, it made me feel light headed. I was swimming in some sort of horny bliss, a daze of pheromones. How could I ever have been scared of being fucked? It was the greatest feeling in the world. “God your hole feels so good boy. A warm wet boy pussy, its just begging to be used and bred. Fuck boy! I’m going to fucking fill your hole. You’re going to be my cunt.” “Breed me Sir! Use my pussy! Its yours. Fill me up!” “Yeah boy, take Daddy’s big raw cock. That’s what holes like yours are made for, taking big fat raw dicks all day long. You’re a fucking cum dump. Once you’ve had my load you’ll be fucking hooked. You’ll be desperate to be fucked all the time.” “I want to be a cum dump Sir! Im already desperate. It feels so good! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick is so good! Breed me Sir!” “Fucking fag boy desperate for cock. Beg me for my load boy. Beg me to breed you. Beg me to make this pussy into a real fucking cunt!” Sir was pounding me hard now. He was swinging the sling away from him and bashing me back against his cock as it swung back. I was panting, and dripping in sweat. My breathing was ragged as I gasped out, “I need it Sir! I need to be bred! I need my pussy made into a cunt. I need to be your cum dump! Please cum inside me! Breed me! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me up! Please… Please… Please… fucking breed me!” “Here is comes boy, the first load of your life. Take my fucking load!” He screamed as he orgasmed, slamming his dick as deep as it would go inside me and pumping rope after rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I was shaking, several spurts of thick cum oozed out of my caged cock. Sir was still grunting as his dick throbbed inside me. Sweat fell from his face landing on my chest. My head fell back against the sling as I tried to catch my breath. It had happened. Sir had fucked me and bred my hole. I had his hot load inside me right then. I was really a sub boy now. I was a boy. I was a hole. I was Sir’s hole. I had found my place. “Fuck boy.” Sir groaned when he finally started pulling his cock from my hole. “You did so good.” He took a step away and grabbed something off the table of toys next to the sling. He lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. It was another silvery orange toy, this time a plug. It was shaped roughly like a man’s dick but with a thick knot at the base. He pushed it into my freshly bred hole and it popped into place. “From now on, this plug stays in your cunt when you’re not being bred. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy.” He unfastened my arms and legs from the sling and helped me down. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the floor directly in front of the sling. I did as I was told. “Eyes front.” I looked dead ahead as Sir walked away from me. A moment later he returned and unlocked the collar from my neck, I looked up at him sadly but he just smiled. “That’s just a training collar, something I use on a boy I’m just playing with. This,” he dropped a thick heavy chain around my neck, “Is the collar of an owned boy.” He locked a big gold padlock through the last links of the chain and dropped it onto my chest. There was no ignoring the weight of it. Like my cage the chain would be a constant reminder of who I belonged to. “You’re mine now boy. You’ll come here every day after work or school and service me, or whoever I want you to service. Follow instructions and your hungry pig cunt will never go without again.”
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Chapter One The more I stood there looking at the black steel door in front of me, the more I got pissed. He disappeared in the evenings during the week many times, only to show up with some lame excuse to where he had been. Tonight, I followed him. I was going to find out what the fuck was going on. I expected to see him go into one of the many adult bookstores in our area, but he went passed them and down this alley. I wondered if he knew I was following him, because at the top of the stairs leading down to where I was now, he paused and looked at the entrance of the alley. A smug grin came across his face and then he descended to the door. With a loud bang, he was gone. My anger grew and without thinking about it I kicked the bottom of the door. The thud echoed through the alley way. I heard some loud clicking and the door swung open. “What do you want” a deep commanding voice said from the darkness inside. “I, um, I’m not sure……”I stuttered out. “You the fresh meat?” the voice asked “I……” Without starting my second word, a large muscular arm reached out of the dark, it’s hand grabbed my arm and pulled me in. The door slammed shut with a loud thud, then a click and I knew I was trapped inside this place. Before I could say anything or even protest, the man pushed me into a room and order: “Strip” I was shaking with fear and without even thinking, I pulled my shirt over my head, stuffing it in one of the large brown bags on the floor. I kicked off my shoes and tossed them in. “Hurry the fuck up, the clients will be in soon” I undid my jeans and pulled them off, tossing them in the bag. There I was standing in my underwear, with this huge muscle man looming over me. “Underwear too,” he said, “Fuck are you shy?” Hooking my fingers in the waistband of my briefs I pushed them down my legs. His had went to my ass, rubbing it, then sliding his fingers in my crack. They moved up and down, teasing my hole. I was too scared to pull away and allowed him to play with my ass and hole. “Okay, lets get you strapped in and hooked up” he said. He grabbed my arm, around my bicep and pulled me down a darkened hall. As we moved I looked around, trying to see if my cheating bastard of a boyfriend was lurking around. I got a good look at the first room we past. It was full of glory holes, about 4 on each wall. I tried to get a better look, but the brute pulled me along. He pulled me around a corner and opened a hidden door. I could see a padded bench about waist high in the room. A black piece of leather covered an opening in the wall, blocking my view of what was on the other side. “Get up there and slide through” the brute ordered me. I quickly, got up on the bench on my knees. “Wait, stay just like that and relax” I was too scared to move. He grabbed a bottle off a shelf. It had a long thin tip on it. He squeezed it a bit and a clear liquid oozed out the top. Using his thick finger he rubbed that liquid up and down the tip. He positioned it at my hole and slid it in, squeezing it. I could feel the warm liquid coating my insides. Once he was satisfied, he pulled it out and put it back on the shelf. “Okay slide through” I laid down on the bench and slide my legs through the opening, lifting the leather just a little. “Keep going until I tell you to stop” I slide more and more. My legs were hanging out in the other side. I kept moving until the top of my ass was just past the edge of the bench outside the leather. “Right there. He positioned the leather up around my belly button and clamped it down on each side of me. He put my arm down beside me and strapped me in, then moved to the other and did the same. He pulled another strap over my chest and pulled tight. What ever was going on, I wasn’t going anywhere. He grabbed a clear plastic tube, that looked exactly like what you would see in hospitals to get oxygen. He hooked two hoops around my ears and then positioned two tips coming out of the tube up my nose, one in each nostril. “I don’t think this is right….” I said finding my voice. “Yeah they all say that the first time” “But….” “Relax and enjoy” he said leaving me in the room, turning off the bright light above leaving me in the dark. A few minutes later, I felt a hand around my ankle, raising my leg up. I could feel cold leather around my ankle shortly after. The slack in what ever was holding my leg was pulled tight and I was left with my leg in the air, unable to move it. Before I could even say anything my other leg met the same fate. A rough hand started to explore my ass, feeling my smooth cheeks and then my crack. The fingers pushed against my hole. I felt a sharp nail scratching the sides of my hole, then press inside. “Prep him good” a voice said. As the finger slid inside and started to scratch at my insides, I breathed deep through my nose. Poppers were flowing through the clear tube and I immediately felt the relaxing wave run through my body. The finger nail continued to scratch up my insides. “You’re going to love this” another mysterious voice said through the walls. I mumbled something, even I couldn’t understand. “Been coming here for weeks” the voice said. Even in my popper high I recognized the voice, it was my boyfriend David. I fucking knew it. “Just keep huffing and you will enjoy it too” My mind wondered if he knew it was me. I hoped not. The finger pulled out and I started to hear ominous music playing. In the darkness of my little room my mind began to wonder, what exactly was this place. Soon there were noises in the hall that brought my mind back to the situation I was in. Voices were talking, some I could make out what they were saying, others I couldn’t. “Look they have fresh meat” someone said rubbing my ass. “I will try that soon, but I am going to slid into the one that’s been here before” “Yeah, guess he’s not infected yet” “Been taking all the loads and haven’t turned” David said. “You need more then” a voice said. “Yeah, been giving it to the boyfriend too, want to pass it to him” David said. “Huff deep” a voice said. I heard a grunt and then David moaning. What the fuck was happening? Was he getting fucked right now? I felt a finger play with my hole and slid in and out. I tensed up a bit. “The more you tense up the rougher it gets” a voice at my feet said. The finger was replaced with a cock head, pressing against my hole. I huffed deep from my “popper line,” as the head push in and went balls deep. The pain was intense, yet dulled a little from the huffs I was continuing to take. “Just popped the new boy’s cherry” the man said, “going to open him up and seed him deep” Fuck, even through the popper fog my mind was in a panic. This man was fucking me raw, I only ever fucked raw with my boyfriend. I tried to move and I couldn’t, the restraints were too tight. I squeezed my hole, trying to force out the raw cock, but that only encouraged the man. “Yeah you bitch in heat, squeeze that ass around my cock” “Fuck, sounds like he wants to milk out that spoiled seed” “First time chasers are so fucking eager” My mind raced to come up with ideas on how to escape. I tried to focus on not breathing through my nose, but as the cock continued to pump in and out of my hole, the more I huffed the poppers. “Wish y’all were infecting my boyfriend” David said. What the fuck, I thought. Not only was he cheating and taking loads and trying to infect me with what ever disease he caught, but now he wants me here getting infected. My anger grew thinking about how fucking twisted this was. Yet, I hadn’t cried out for them to stop, nor did I expose to my boyfriend that I was in the dark room next to him. “I get that hole next” I heard a voice say. “It’s yours” It wasn’t the man fucking me responding. It was David’s top. “Heard the shit shot up there hadn’t taken, so they called in the big guns” “Yeah?” “Full blown, med resistant” There was a loud cheer from the other side of the wall. David was moaning loudly, could even hear him over the slapping of flesh as the two tops pounded our holes. “If that don’t take, I will go the blood route” David said. “Oh it will take” the man said. The cock in my hole was thrusting in and out at a fast pace. His balls were swinging and hitting my back when he thrusted in. They must have been so low hanging nuts. The head of the cock would meet the inside of my hole, pull it out just a bit and then his cock would be shoved back in balls deep. My pulse throbbed in my temples and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, drumming out the rhythm of the fucking that I was getting. “Full blown huh?” someone asked, “you look like death is trying to beat down your door” “I take that as a compliment” the man said, “plan to infect as many as I can before I meet the grim reaper” David was moaning louder and louder as the slapping of flesh got louder and faster. Who ever was up his hole was pounding him like there was not tomorrow. The man up my hole was still pounding me at a good pace. “Here comes your first load of the night” someone said. “Shoot that cum up my hole, breed me you diseased fucker” David shouted. “Ohhhh fucccckkk” There was cheering as the man came up David’s hole. This encouraged my top who started to pound my hole harder and faster. I was grunting with every thrust in. “Cherry boy is about to get his first infecting” the man said. “Break his cherry, breed him deep” someone shouted. “Hold on buddy, it only gets better from here” David said. The man slammed into me deep. I could feel his cock pulse as his load shot out of his piss slit and splattered the walls on my insides. “Virus ho!” he shouted. There was more shouting and cheering as the man shot in me. I closed my eyes and felt my warm tears run down the side of my face, cooling as the moved away from my eyes. My mind was twisting in the guilt of what just happened. I was beating myself up for allowing this to happen. for not stopping the muscled brute from strapping me to this bench. “Beg for my disease” voice said, “Beg for my death” “Please gift me with your disease, your death. Shoot your mutated virus in me, to spread” David said. I heard a loud grunt and knew that the man had shoved his cock up David’s hole. “Oh fuck yeah Daddy,” David yelled, “deep dick me” I listened close as the man pounded David’s hole. My cock was hard and standing up, supported by the leather. A hand slapped my ass hard, making it sting and warm, then a cock slid up my hole. I moaned. A hand wrapped around my cock and slowly jacked it as the cock started to move in and out of my hole. “Milk that last untainted load out of those balls” someone said. The man started to jack my cock faster and faster, while his cock was pushed in deep, his crotch against me. I could feel my cum building. “Anyone wanna eat a virus virgin’s load” the man jacking me asked. “Oh fuck no” someone replied, “waste that shit on the floor” I felt a new hand take over jacking my cock as the cock in my ass started to move, pumping in and out. Soon they were moving at the same rhythm. Each time the hand slid down my shaft, it crushed my nuts. I wanted to cry out that I was about to cum, but did’t want David to know it was me on the next bench getting seeded by anonymous men, just like him. My muscles began to tense up as my cum load got closer and closer to shooting out of my piss slit. My ass muscles squeezed the cock in my hole, only to have it pump harder and rougher. “He’s about to blow” the guy fucking me yelled. “Jack him harder” someone yelled. “Milk that vanilla load” another voice yelled. “Empty those nuts, so they can fill up with poison seed” David said. My body tensed up more and I felt my muscles twitch and my cum shoot out. I could tell this load was shooting high. The men cried out as my piss slit opened and my load flew high in the air. The hand on my cock continued to jack and my cock continued to shoot. Until it to too sensitive and began to deflate. Once limp the hand dropped it and it fell on to my crotch.
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CW: Mild raunch play will follow. Piss, Sadism and Pain will all be a part of this narrative. Also this is my first story submission here, please be kind, and if you can't at least be constructive. 🙂 Part 1: Ive always been a cock hound. From a young age I can remember being obsessed with mens crotches. Staring and wanting to touch, all the while not knowing it wasn’t an ok thing to be into openly so young. When a friend of mine was over on a slumber night he introduced me to jacking off. From then on, like most men, every chance I got was reserved for unloading my balls. As I got older the obsession grew to finding things to put up my ass, blowing a couple select friends in high school, sucking random cocks in bathroom stalls at the mall, and even following a man in his golden years to his camper van parked outside the drugstore to get quickly fucked and loaded up. Now a mid 30s bear, my kink list longer than my turn offs I began in earnest the hunt for a cock proud Sir to call my own. I’d learned in the preceding years that I loved Dominant men who didn’t ask before they did things. Loved how it felt to have a man piss in my mouth without warning, grab my head and hold it down on his cock or balls or in his musty ass. The feeling of having a hard cock rammed into me without concern for stretching or pausing to make sure I could take it, and each time I heard a Top say “damn you can take cock”, it made me want to press harder, be piggier, feel more used. I’d never cared much to have my dick played with by others, a pity given I’d been blessed with an above average but not huge piece of meat. I could easily orgasm just from getting pounded or fisted, and even when my balls were being absolutely crushed. All in all it was a normal Friday night for me to get off work, have a quick dinner and hit the apps. I had a profile on them all varying the text to cater to the site, but in recent months none seemed to be doing the trick. So I dropped all pretence and went for the kinkiest site and posted the following: “33 yo insatiable sub pig slave. 250 lb, rugby build, curly mohawk, with a hairy chest and back, fuzzy ass cheeks, and a big dick. No gag reflex left, and a talented hole for you to fist and jack off inside of. Looking for my real full time Master. I’m open to all kinds but there is a special place in my hole for dudes who work with their hands, don’t have time or care to bathe everyday, and smoke reds. My Sir needs a pig who will get on his knees anytime anywhere and swallow what is offered, from a quick bj, to full time urinal. He shows his love by spitting in my face and mouth, pulling my hair, and generally hurting me and getting off on it. He also needs to Fuck many times a day and knows how to use his big cock to breed and rape a slave into crying submission. He shouldn’t care about my cock and balls unless its to beat them swollen, or squeeze them flat as he breeds me deep and often. I’m a smart guy who hungers for intelligent discourse in between sessions of sadism and piggery. Neg here but your status unimportant to me. If you have a wry to evil smirk I’m already yours” I sat back and took in my ad, wondering if I’d left anything out, or added too much on the off chance that someone who could genuinely take me too far beyond my limits came forth, but the excitement I felt at that chance had me hitting ‘Post’ and grabbing my rock hard cock at the same time. Normally when I post these long ads I find something else to do while I wait, experience having taught me it could be days before getting any traction at all, but to my shock fewer than 5 minutes later my browser pinged. It was from a profile I’d seen before and considered years prior, but his pictures made him seem so out of my league, and his lack of kink information gave me the impression we had little in common regardless and so I’d never hit him up. But I’d checked him out off and on. Noticed when he started to look a bit more weathered but somehow not aged, when his shoulders broadened with the evidence of a physical job, and stomach grew a bit with every Friday night beer. When his hiv status went from negative to poz undectable to poz to no answer at all. This time however his profile had been completely filled out and what I saw nearly made me shoot right there. Suddenly he’d revealed he’d been a sadist Master in a nearly closed relationship for 15 years, and with that connection at an end he was hunting for his new slave. It read: “My previous slave has moved on to a once in a lifetime opportunity and while I’m saddened, I know he will take the lessons of my hands and grow into a truly great Master himself. Its time for me now to find a new slave to own, a new cumdump to claim, or just a new boy to hurt as time allows. My limits are few, but know that if you apply, you’d better like drinking piss because my Master gold doesn’t hit porcelain, ever. And if you aren’t already poz, you will be when you leave. All else is up for discussion, right after you’re blindfolded and gagged because I will do with you what I want. Not messing around, if you apply you’d better be prepared to scream” A quick skim of his profile pics showed no fewer than 3 of him dragging on a Marlboro and smirking at the camera, cock in hand. One of his arm elbow deep in a boys ass, and one of a fiery red fresh biohazard tattoo surrounding his hairy navel. By the time I opened his message I was already light headed and salivating. It simply said: “Its time slave. I’ve seen you watching, as I’ve been watching you. I’ve watched as you’ve inched towards realizing you’re a full time slave, been delighted to see you embrace your body and chubuscular build, and was proud to see that prep disappeared from your profile. Now its time to take your place at my side. You have 2 hours to prepare and be at my home, at 2 hours one minute you will be punished severely, at 2 hours 2 minutes you will cease to exist to me at all. Choose wisely. Bring your favourite toy, your sexiest leather, and the acceptance that your life as you knew it is over. MC” I started totally dumbfounded at his address, not 2 kilometres from me, in a wooded subdivision on the outskirts of town. At first 2 hours seemed overly generous, but it was nearly 30 before I recovered enough from disbelief to haul ass into the shower. Could I really be doing this? Is it finally happening? Had I been chosen to serve, to be owned, beaten, pozzed and claimed? Without looking back, I ran from my apartment, got in the car and drove feeling a horned frenzy like none I’d ever known, and a growing sense of peace that my true purpose and talents were about to finally take flight.
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Filling Up Rock
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—March, 2023 Rock chatted with me on the fisting site. He lived far enough away, that I honestly thought it was chat—and that we’d never meet. I was wrong. He liked all that I had to offer: a big dick, patience with fist and a love of watersports. We quickly found a date that worked for both of us. On the appointed day, he was very conscientious about sending me the text I always ask for—which helps weed out flakes and helps me time the final set up of the playspace. Right on time, Rock was at the front door. He is tall—taller than me, so likely 6’4”. He is thickly built, with dark blond hair. He’s in his mid-20’s, but has a lot of sexual experience under his belt. He also has a slightly goofy smile that makes him incredible charming. And hot. He comes in. He is sure of his clean out—so we head right down to the playroom. I show him where to stow his clothes and go back up to get rid of mine. I add the jock that I’m wearing to get dirty for an admirer and my boots. I go back down—carrying the coconut oil. Rock is waiting for me, naked, on his knees at the base of the sling. I had given him no instruction about it—he just knew his place… I step forward, my covered mound of cock flesh rubbing against his face. He groans as he begins to mouth the fabric. He’s really hungry—and I want to feed him. My cock hardens. I release it from the jock and it stretches towards his mouth. He takes about half my length in one gulp. His mouth is hot, wet and experienced. He gives really great head. I pull out and bring that active tongue to my balls. Instinctively, he knows to lick, not to try to suck them into his mouth. Eventually, I lift them by pulling up on my dick, so he can bury his handsome face just below, them—where cock ring and balls meet. It’s my turn to groan. “I need to eat your hole. Get up on the bench.” Rock does as he’s told. I kneel and my tongue pushes into his young pucker. He groans and I hear poppers uncapped and inhaled. I lick and prod. He opens easily as the rush of fumes relaxes him even more. I lube myself as I rim—and in moments, stand to fuck him for the first time. He grunts as I slide in. All of me. In one long forward movement. “You have even more cock than your pictures show,” he pants. I just hold until I feel his muscles relax. I begin the fuck. Slow and easy. “Fuck me, Sir.” He looks up into the mirror and sees me fucking. “Can I call you Sir?” I nod—and pick up the tempo of the fuck. Faster. Harder. Making Rock pant. I pull out. “You want to taste your ass?” “Yes, Sir. Love it. Makes me feel really slutty.” I bring it to his face, while he’s still on the bench. He licks his ass jizz off me—moaning in the back of his throat as he does it. I go back to fuck. I stay in him a little longer and repeat the ATM process afterwards. This time, I tell him to clean my balls, too, as his hole is super wet now. He savors each one. I go back to his upturned ass. I slap his slightly gaped hole with my cock. Piss spurts out, cascading down his moderately hairy ass crack. I kneel and lick it up, pushing some of the pale piss into his hole. I fuck him again. This time the cleaning of my cock and balls gives him his first taste of my clear piss. I pull out the egg-headed dildo. My cock has opened him, so it goes in with the merest hint of resistance. I pull it down and slide my cock in with it. He takes a hit as he realizes just how full he feels. I repeat it again—this time with my cock under the toy. “Clean my cock over here.” I toss the mat from the rimseat on the floor next to the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs splayed, my wet cock bouncing. He scrambles off the bench and kneels on the mat. He licks every millimeter of my cock and balls. When his mouth is on my nuts, I will myself to piss. I create a piss fountain that runs down my cock and unto my balls, where Rock can let it play on his tongue. He groans out his appreciation. I lean forward and bring his head up from my crotch. I kiss him, wanting to taste everything he is tasting. It lasts for a long moment, as our tongues wetly explore, then I push his head back down again to my drooling cock… * As I’m adjusting the stirrups of the sling for his height, Rock says “I love how you fuck—and I love your piss. If you want to skip the fisting, I am fine with just what we’ve been doing.” I agree with him—I can’t keep my mouth out of his hole and I’d rather not have the industrial strength lube in my guts. I fuck him for the first time on his back. I watch the pleasure I am giving him wash across his expressive face. I piss on his hole here. I lick it up and bring some up to his mouth. He gargles with it and doesn’t swallow, but lets it all flow out over his chin and chest. I go back and lick it off him. I crank him open with the speculum. I don’t think he’s had one in him before. I finger his prostate. And fuck with the device in place. I pull out and send a splash of piss into his open hole. Rock groans—and fuck the piss deep into his manhole. Now I want to really eat his ass. I set up the rimseat and lie down. This is a first for him. He sits gingerly on my face. My tongue slides deeply into his spread hole. He gasps. I mumble for him to hit his poppers. He does and proceeds to babble as I lick his fucked-up-and-pissed-out hole. My cock is achingly erect as I lick and spit on his puffy ass lips. Finally, I touch his thighs—telling him to get up. “I want to drink my piss from your ass.” “Fuck, Sir. Please.” I have him lean on the fuck bench for the filling. I fuck him for a moment, then stop—keeping my cock deep inside him. I take a swig from my water bottle and piss begins to flow from my cock. It fills his ass, bathing my cock in my hot juices. When I run dry, I pull out and lie back in place under the seat. I borrow his poppers and take a deep hit. They hit just as he settles down above me. My tongue finds his puffy ass lips. I probe deep. Nothing but a single drop of piss. I do it again. I hear Rock groan and he releases it all. A piss cascade. A slightly yellow waterfall is forced down my throat. He is moaning loudly as he feels it all leave his body. I had no idea I gave him quite so much—but all I can do is keep swallowing. He slowly goes to just a dribble, leaking from his ass. My tongue works into him—and he really is empty now. My cock is drooling—and Rock even mentions how hard I am. I get him to stand. “In the sling. I want to see your face as I breed you.” I am on a mission—I need to shoot in that hot ass. I want him to have my DNA. And now! He gets in, his legs on chains, not taking the time for stirrups. I sink into him. I fuck. Hard. Rock, who has quite a big cock, erects as I fuck. He knows what’s coming. I do one last rim—and I’m there. I stand up and get my dick up his slick hole just in time. I pump spurt after spurt into him. I grab the top of the frame and just hang there—letting my cock marinate in his asscunt. “Fuck, Sir. I swear I could feel it…” I let go and go to my knees. I lick up the escaping cum. I keep it in my mouth. I stand up, lean across his chest and snowball our mixed juices into his hungry mouth… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Up Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 10, 203 -
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Part 1 Goosebumps spread all over my smooth legs as Tony rubbed his ice-cold, calloused hands over my thighs. I bounced gently in his lap, teasing him with my oiled-up, smooth cunt. He groaned as he licked my nipple, a stiff finger sliding between my cheeks, massaging my taint and rubbing my hole. I was spending the cloudy Thursday afternoon with Tony, a 56 year-old chem dealer with his own basement apartment in seedy Detroit. I’m a 19 year-old 5’6” year-old Chinese boy living with my husband, Ben, a 48 year-old 6’2” pilot who is a self-professed lover of smooth Asian boys. I had met him on Grindr when he flew into my hometown of LA shortly after I had turned 18, and my parents still think I had moved across the country in college to study business. In reality, I boarded a plane to Detroit to live with Ben, who had proposed to me after a weekend of breeding me at his hotel. Ben’s money and lifestyle on the road made it all too easy for me to meet Daddy Tony and get hooked on T. I know the looks I get from being seen with a middle-aged man, always dressed like a slut. My friends and family in LA would never understand, and I see the looks of disgust that get thrown our way when Ben takes me out on the town, but I love older men. Especially horny, filthy, sleazy older men like Daddy Tony, who stood 5’8” and had a hairy, ripe body. A carpet of unkempt gray hair lined his pale torso. He wore a tattered gray wife-beater stained with sweat and who knows what else and a pair of sweaty black socks crusty from stepping around in filth. He fondled me in his dark basement studio with only slivers of the afternoon sun that made it through his blinds. Conversations, car horns, and footsteps buzzed at street level. Ah, the sound of people coming home from work and school, unaware of the dirty sin just a few feet away. “That jockstrap makes me so horny, baby,” Daddy Tony whispered as he slurped my nipple, his thick mustache and beard tickling me. “Yeah, Daddy? You make me so horny too,” I cooed softly, looking deeply into his fiendish, hungry eyes. His eyes were black and dilated, his smile wicked. He twirled his finger around my tight, greasy oily jockstrap, snapping it. We shifted a little bit on his mattress, which was trashed. The sheet was soaked and crumpled into one corner, revealing the yellowing mattress underneath, which was covered in glass pipes resting on dirty paper towels, at least a half-dozen bottles of poppers, torches, dildos, cock rings, half-empty or spilled bottles of lube, baby oil, and grease. “I know something that’ll make you even hornier for daddy,” he whispered, grinning. I looked at his crooked yellow teeth and took in his rank breath. It was a familiar stench, always reminding me of guys who’ve been partying for so long. “Would you like that?” My skin jumped at the thought of getting even more spun. He picked up a used pipe and held it to my lips. I savored the rough chemical taste and watched as clouds slowly curled up and started tumbling in the bowl of the glass pipe as Daddy Tony held the torch to the pipe. Daddy Tony watched closely as I slowly started sucking in as the clouds started twirling hard in the bulb, wisps of vapor peeking out. “Yeahh, nice big hit, boy,” he whispered. I pulled away, coughing out a thick stream of white that never seemed to end. I coughed and gagged at the chemical taste as I felt the heat course through my body and FUCK I felt good. And horny. And filthy. “Fuck yeahh,” Daddy Tony groaned. “Daddy likes his boys tweaked up. Is that what you want, baby? Dirty little slut boy?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss Daddy Tony. His breath tasted like cigarettes and chemicals. He slurped back hungrily, thick tendrils of spit coating my face as he licked me. “I want you to be mine, baby boy.” I knew what that meant. That’s what Ben said while he bred me too, before he even knew my name. In fact, I don’t remember ever telling Daddy Tony my name. He just knows me as baby boy. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said as he strummed my jockstrap. “You know I’m married.” “Daddy will take care of you better,” he groaned before roughly coating his fingers with a foamy glob of yellowish spit. “Get on your back, baby boy.” “Yes, Daddy.” I brushed back some pipes and popper bottles and laid back on the rough piss-stained sheet. I spread my thin, smooth legs and flexed by feet. Although I have beautiful feet that men love. I aimed my perfectly hairless pussy at Daddy Tony, trying to open my slender, perfectly smooth legs as wide as possible. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and pointed it at my hole. My oily cheeks reflected the light, greasy from the baby oil. I whimpered and moaned as Daddy Tony slid a finger into my hole, still coated with wads of spit. I looked right in his eyes, which were full of lust as they fixated on the sight of his meaty finger popping into my tight pussy. He groaned as he felt the warmth around his finger and felt my moans. “Your husband know you’re here with me, baby boy?” he whispered as he slipped his finger in and out of my hole. I grinned devilishly, knowing I had just kissed Ben goodbye before he left for the airport that morning. I had been on Grindr chatting with Daddy Tony even while he was packing his suitcase. “Of course not, Daddy,” I purred. “He’d kill me if I knew I was with you, daddy.” The sound of that made Daddy Tony light up and start shredding my hole with his finger like a pogo stick. “Little slut,” he groaned before spitting on my face. He pulled his fingers out, leaned over and grabbed a small tub of white greasy lube. “You know what this is, baby?” “What is it, Daddy?” “Chem lube,” he said with a sinister grin. He fished for one of the little baggies on the bed that still had maybe a gram or two of T in it. He dumped the whole thing in the lube then stuffed the baggie in my mouth. “Lick it clean, slut.” It tasted bitter and so good. I felt my whole body get hot and twitchy immediately while his fingers re-entered me and I felt a burn in my body. While Daddy Tony massaged the booty bump in my hole, I grabbed a bottle of poppers and hit it hard. Back and forth, one nostril after another while I watched him finger me. I looked into Daddy Tony’s eyes, my eyes cross-eyed and bugged out. My body felt so warm and the whole room was spinning. I couldn’t even speak as a bit of spittle dripped out of my mouth, all the drugs hitting me at once. “Daddy…Daddy I’m so horny. I need Daddy’s raw cock.” “Yeah, baby?” Daddy Tony groaned, staring excitedly into my eyes. “You’re so fucked up, baby. I love a tweaked boy. But let’s make sure you get more fucked up.” His eyes looked predatory as he grinned, spraying maximum impact on a dirty towel and shoving it on my face. I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I was in heaven. “Fuck me…Furk me daddy, please,” I slurred. Daddy Tony leaned forward, his rancid sweat dripping from his leathery face onto my body as I felt the mushroom head of his 6” dick stretch my hole and push inside. I could tell his dick would normally hurt, but all the drugs had loosened my pussy enough that it eagerly gave into his dick. Daddy Tony’s dick was incredibly hard and warm. “Ohhh, FUCK!” he groaned as he pushed all the way to his balls, and I moaned softly as he started to thrust. “Daddy…” “Dirty fucking slut,” he groaned, his mouth dropping open in pleasure as his dilated pupils glared fiendishly at me with lust. I moaned weakly as he pushed his warm, wet cock into my hole in and out, slowly at first. He wrapped one rough hand around my left ankle and pressed his other hand down on my mouth. He balled up a thick wad of spit, foaming through his piss yellow teeth, and spat it roughly only my face before grinning. “Such a bad boy,” he whispered, pumping harder. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt his thick cock rip through my cunt, pressing the slight burn of the chem lube into the walls of my hole. He pulled out completely, his cock dripping with grease, and he strapped on a tight cock ring before sloppily sprinkling some crystals on the head of his dick. “Take the poppers, boy,” he ordered. I eagerly grabbed the oily bottle of poppers, fumbling to screw the top open before pressing the bottle against one nostril while holding the other. I took several deep inhales before moving to the other nostril while Daddy Tony fingered my hole, watching hungrily. He smiled with pleasure as he could see my eyes getting even more unfocused, my face contorting as my head spun. I heard a faint buzz, my vision blurring as I tried to focus on Daddy Tony’s leathery face in the dark. “Yeahhh,” he growled, pushing his dick in. I yelped as I felt a sharp burn, every crystal searing into my pussy as he kept moving in. The poppers loosened up my hole and let him in, but I still bucked as he thrust in, not giving a fuck about how much the booty bump burned my hole. He pressed down on me, splitting my legs as open as he can. “Hold your fucking legs, boy,” he commanded. I did as he told, clumsily trying to keep my legs open as wide as I could while the world spun around me, desperate to keep his cock deep inside me. He buried all the way in, both of us groaning loudly as his dick ground into my soft wet pussy, wrecking it. Once he was in and was satisfied, he grinned before spitting on my face again. Then, he grabbed my throat with one hand while he raised his hand and slapped me in the face with full force as he begin to fuck roughly. “Fuuu…Ng, FUCK,” I slurred. “Shut the fuck up you nasty cheating whore!” he barked, slapping me again as I squealed. The bed creaked as he rammed me, his dick sloshing in and out of my loosening cunt. “FUCK yeah, that cunt feels so fucking good. That’s what you’re good for, right slut? Making daddy feel good?” “Yes, daddy!” I moaned. “Fuck yeah!” he spat on me again as he rough fucked me. “Your husband know his boy is a junkie who likes getting used like a fucking faggot?” “No,” I managed between pumps, earning a wad of spit that coated my eye. It burned, but I couldn’t care, in ecstasy from Daddy Tony’s cock ripping into me. Slosh, slosh, slosh. “Yeah? Fucking trashy slut,” he growled, pausing to remove my left hand from my leg. He took the silver wedding band off my ring finger and tossed it aside. It landed somewhere in the pile of food packaging and empty water bottles somewhere on the floor. I got even more turned on remembering my handsome husband taking me to a pawn shop near the courthouse in Vegas to buy the rings last minute, him dressed in his pilot uniform, me dressed in a skimpy crop top and booty shorts. We got married moments later, with even the Vegas officiant looking wary. “You’re mine now, baby,” he had said, and that night we made love at the motel all night. “I love my Asian pussy boy.” “I love you too, Daddy!” I smirked at the memory as Daddy Tony grabbed my neck again, barking, “Your husband should fucking throw you out onto the streets or sell you, you fucking whore! A bad boy like should just be whored out like a cheap piece of trash!” “Yes, Daddy! Whore me out, daddy!” I moaned. Fap, fap, fap. I felt Daddy Tony speed up as he got excited. “Oh, I’ll fucking you whore you out all week, you dirty slut,” he said. “I’m gonna pump that drugged up cunt with my seed and rent you out to as many nasty fuckers as I can.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” SMACK! “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he grunted, his face close to mine. He quickened his pace again, tightening his grip on my throat as I gagged. My feet bounced and flailed as he shredded as hard as he could, his cock now as hard as a rock pole. “Take my fucking load, you bitch!” With that, he thrust into me hard, sending shockwaves through my body. He roared, and I felt his dick pulse in my hole as he unloaded inside me. “FUCK!” Daddy Tony pulled out and wiped himself off as I laid there, still fingering my whole like a zombie. He buzzed around, drinking water and wiping himself off, staring as his phone. His face still looked angry, and as he unwinded, I took another hit of the pipe. He laid down and joined me after a few puffs, freshening up his high himself. His post-nut clarity seemed to hit him for a minute, as he didn’t look in my direction or shotgun his hits, just mindlessly rubbing my smooth slim body. After about an hour or three of almost total silence, smoking, and cruising on grindr, BBRT, and Adam4Adam, he moved over and lubed up my hole with some spit. “I got some guys who wanna fuck you,” he said. “I want you to get really fucked up. You want G?” “Fuck yeah, daddy,” I moaned, still wired and sticky from sweat and tons of spit on my face. “Good boy.” He got up and poured 2 small cups of coke and measured some G. “Just giving you a little boy. I want you to feel these cocks destroy that little cunt.” He moved back to the bed and offered me my portion. We clinked our glasses and downed the G, and I instantly felt heat rush through my body once again as I felt incredibly nauseous for a minute. I gagged a little, but Daddy Tony put his mouth against mine and kissed me softly, his tongue perversely slurping the inside of my mouth. I immediately forgot my nausea as I leaned into Daddy Tony. I felt a finger and the familiar burn at my hole.
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The thumping music was doing nothing to settle my mood. I nodded across the table at my colleagues giving all the non verbals to show I was still engaged in the non-existent conversation. Why had I agreed to come out? A works do for someone moving departments seemed so unnecessary. They weren't leaving; for fuck's sake we'd all see each other tomorrow albeit in passing. I had initially resisted the invitation being as I was nearly 20 years older than a few of the team but they had cajoled that I was, after all, their supervisor and I relented. It didn't help that I would often joke that being 40 wasn't at all passed it. That was always going to come back at me. So here I was. Feeling the effects of the few drinks I had quickly downed believing it would make me more sociable. Instead my head was thrumming from the music being blasted through the pub. OK it wasn't all bad. I did actually like my team and I would miss working alongside Sean, but he definitely deserved the promotion. It was a shame that such a hottie was leaving my section; not that I would ever mix work and play. Still I had plenty of eyecandy to let my eyes wander over as the drinks continued flowing. A packed bar on a Friday night is always good to get the imagination going, even if there's no intention of following through on anything. The positions around the table changed as more drinks flowed. Conversations, such as they were, merged into one another. TV, sport, politics (yawn), work (inevitable), gardening (where did that come from?), bitching about work. Laughing at those returning from the bar as they tried to pick up the threads they thought were still ongoing. Maybe I was actually enjoying myself. I end up sitting next to Sean and just chatting. Because of the volume we would frequently lean in to make ourselves heard and I, more than once, was very glad the lighting was also low so no-one would notice the flush to my face each time he would lean in to say something in my ear. Or maybe they would think it was the drink? Fuck I could feel my cock rise in my jeans just from being this close. No way was I standing up until this goes down. Why did he have to be so god-damn hot? All things move on and the music lowered and the glasses emptied and finally from the bar the call of, "Time!" We all say our goodbyes, some wander off in search of late-night food, some climb into taxis. I start to walk away. "James!" I look back and see Sean waving as he jogs to catch up. "Walking?" I try not to state the obvious and smile slightly drunkenly. "Yeah, just going to walk off some of the booze. Get some air." "Good idea," Sean grins as he matches step with me, "I was heading this way anyway." Heading away from the bar through the city centre we chat a meaningless ramble that is completely fuelled by our drinking, but it's easy and pleasant and all too soon we reach the divide to our paths. "It's been good." Sean starts and I reach out to shake his hand. He clasps my hand but then, to my surprise, pulls me into a hug. As he grips me I feel my body start to respond with the blood I desperately need for thought flowing straight to my dick. I break the hug hoping that nothing has been noticed but Sean is grinning massively as he steps away, and waves as he starts heading off. Embarrassed but undeniably horny I continue my own journey along the opposite road. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" I think to myself as I walk. He clearly felt my hardon and it must have been obvious as to the cause. And then? He just walks off, why hug me? Dammit I need to sober up more and deal with anything tomorrow. No. Or. Fuck it, I'm still drunk enough to be stupid and horny enough to need to be. I begin to alter my route and head through one of the city center parks that just happens to be, more or less, on my way home. I know these paths very well having walked them numerous times before and always with the same purpose in mind. Before too long I am heading along a darkened pathway with bushes all along one side that separate the city from the green expanse of the park that stretches away into the night. Following this path leads to a small rise given over to a small wooded area. Benches line the walkway to give daytime lunch-goers a brief natural respite from the many surrounding office buildings. At night however this area has an altogether different reputation. As I get closer small clusters of trees dot the approach to the woods and I can already see shadows of people among the trees. One or two sat on benches watching with interest. A few moans drift through the night and, if you were to listen intently, you can make out the soft slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh. These sounds alone would have me desperate to make noises of my own, but half-cut and half-hard as I was when entered the park I feel my horniness ramp up to 11. I absentmindedly rub my cock through my jeans as I reach the treeline and step into to natural darkroom the local council so thoughtfully provided. After a few moments to allow me to get my bearings I carefully pick my way through the darkened grove toward what I know to be the popular hollows. I pass one couple already engaged and watch for a few moments as one kneels and hungrily devours the cock of the man in front of him, smiling to myself I move on recognising that they are quite content in each other's company. Not too much further on I see a guy leaning back against a tree, cock in hand, stroking slowly but firmly. I guess him to be mid-twenties, slim and wearing a tracksuit the bottoms of which are pushed to mid thigh. Definitely a good start. I approach and as he looks at me he shakes his cock a little as an invitation I cannot refuse. Now right in front of him I reach out and take hold of his cock at which point his hands fall to his sides happy to let me take over for him. I start by slowly feeling him all over. A good, solid seven inches. Nice foreskin to slide back and forth teasing that cockhead making a dewdrop of precum bead on his piss-slit. I lick my lips and drop to my knees. At this my new acquaintance rests his hand on my shoulders as I lean in and begin to lick and kiss his shaft. Working my lips up to the tip where I lap at the precum and slide the head between my lips as I slide him deep into my mouth. I run my tongue around him as I push myself all the way down onto his dick wanting him to recognise the need in me. He grunts appreciatively and rocks his hips while his hands grip my shoulders a little more firmly. Working together, me bobbing my head whilst he begins a slow fucking motion, it isn't long before that dick is nice and slick with my spit and I am moaning in cocksucker joy. After a few minutes of lovingly sucking this sweet dick I slide my mouth off and, while sliding my hand up and down him to keep him on the boil, gasp up at him. "You want to fuck?" There really is no need for small talk in a place like this. He looks down and shakes his head. "Nah man, I don't fuck. You want me to cum in your mouth that's fine but I'm not after anything else." I can't pretend I'm not a little disappointed but I simply say, "Shame." Then I slide him back into my mouth and go to work bringing him off with every trick I know. I squeeze and release the base of his shaft as I suck and lap around his cockhead. Flicking my tongue over his pisshole then deep-throating him again. I reach around and massage his tight arse cheeks and run my hands over his, admittedly very nice, body. All of this has him moaning and I can feel the slow rocking motion he started with pick up pace. Now as I suck and wank his soaking dick he is fucking my face. His fingers clenching and unclenching as he starts to lose control. "Unh Fuck!" He groans as he throws his head back. His cock pulses and I slide my lips down to the very tip wanting to catch this load all across my tongue. I time it well and receive a hot mouthful on the first spurt, then two smaller bursts of sperm splash into me. I slide him back deep into my mouth coating his cock with his load and then sucking hard I lick that cum back from him and make a show of swallowing it all down as I look up at him. "Damn!" He is panting and pulling up his trakkie bottoms. "That was fucking awesome!" He smiles and steps away. I stay on my knees as he disappears into the darkness. I can feel my own cock throbbing in my jeans. Fuck I definitely need more. Savouring the flavour of the load still coating the inside of my mouth I stand and begin the search for another cock. I still have a decent buzz from the earlier drinks and that is definitely tamping down any inhibitions I might otherwise have. I decide to take my direction from the guy who's spunk I can still detect a lingering taste of. I find a corner and lower my jeans; I very often go commando and tonight is no exception. I pause at my knees and then think, "Fuck it!" I push them all the way down. I grip my cock and start a long slow stroke as I do I put my other hand out in front of me and grab onto a low branch of the tree I am next to. This makes me lean forward and push my backside out as an open invitation to, well, anyone that catches me in this position. For a minute I am caught up in the pleasure I'm bringing myself and I stop concentrating on my surroundings, long enough for me to not notice as someone steps up. The first thing I know for sure is the strange hand exploring my arse. I gasp at the surprise and let go of my now very hard dick reaching to place both hands on the tree leaving myself completely vulnerable. Somehow I manage not to look around telling myself this is exactly what I wanted to happen. "Nice." The whisper behind me gives nothing away other than its a man. I have no picture in my head of his age. All I know is that I offered myself up and he has stepped up to the table. I feel slightly roughened hands run over both my cheeks. They knead and rub and spread me wide. Then I feel hot breath on my hole and I moan in absolute pleasure. Also I say a silent thank you to my sober self for showering very thoroughly earlier clearly knowing what drunk me is like. The first press of his tongue on my hole is like electricity. I cannot help but groan aloud and press myself backwards onto the searching tongue. Firm hands grip my arse and spread me wide and a voice from behind tells me to, "Push down. Open that hole for me." Like an instinct I just follow the command and I push. Heat and pressure have me grunting in the darkness. This man who I still have no idea about is alternating between shoving his tongue up me and then sucking hard at my hole. I can feel myself opening wider by degrees and the pure joy at the feelings is intense. Before too much time has passed I am panting as though riding the edge of an orgasm I just cannot achieve. My cock is leaking and my body is quivering, but despite the intensity of the feeling I am never allowed to crest. Clearly the man behind me is a maestro and I am more than happy to be his instrument of choice. I cannot even verbalise how good I am feeling. I am simply holding on to the tree and letting my body become his. He tongues me, and laps at me, and sucks hard at my opening. Then I feel fingers slide into me, probing and spreading me more. A slow and constant fuck motion that is pressing my buttons even more than the rim job I had just been subjected to. "Not bad boy. Three fingers all the way in first go." I manage to find my voice and stammer between my gasps, "Unh...it..its ahhh....definitely not, ohmygod!...Not my...fuuuuck...First time." "Good boy. Breaking in newbies always takes too much time. Guess there's no need to hold back then." I shudder at the implication there but I still hold position. I hear him rise and then feel a blunt pressure against my slick and open arsehole. He takes hold of my waist, shoves forward and I grit my teeth and hiss expecting at least the burn of first penetration. Instead my breath becomes a very drawn out and laboured moan as my hole, so expertly opened, becomes his cunt to use. A brief thought crosses my mind about protection, but drunk me is in charge now and he is basically doing a little dance with his fingers in his ears going, "lalalalala I can't hear you...just enjoy it slut!" My eyes roll back and I push hard onto the strange cock that has just been given free reign to do whatever it wants to me. He starts a slow and steady pumping rhythm. Holding my waist tight, fingers digging into my sides to let me know he has control. I am open but he is thick and I feel every thrust. Because of the angle his cock is pressing harder against my front inner walls and he is grinding it with every shove as he fucks me. And this is a fuck. This is all about cock and hole. Shoving inside and taking pleasure. He is making breathy noises as he slaps his hips to mine, driving that thick fuck tool in and out of me and I, in turn, am panting as I hold on and try to take it like a true slut. Apart from a few moaned fuck yeahs and take its the sex is all soundtracked by the sound of his flesh hitting mine and my wet hole accepting his cock in a quickening pace. After the amazing rimming I had received this sudden fucking again has me closing in on a climax I so desperately need but can't quite reach. I meet his thrusts and we speed up together. Moving just enough to keep his cock in me but fast enough that we are slamming against each other. I can just imagine how far away we can be heard in the night air and that thought makes my cock lurch and my arsehole clench around his invading dick. Squeezing my hole down on him like that makes him dig his fingers into my sides very hard. He is definitely leaving his mark on me. He grunts and almost collapses over my back and I feel him shaking and moaning, his hot breath raking my ear as his orgasm consumes him. I feel his body tense and relax, his cock following suit inside me and I know his cum is flowing into me. I relax my grip on the tree, and swallow a few deep breaths. Fuck that felt so good. It takes a good few seconds to compose ourselves. He slides his wilting cock from my now dripping cunt and softly pats my arsecheek. "Damn good fuck boy." I start to stand but his hand presses more firmly. "You stay where you are. Don't you move 'till I'm gone." I don't know why but I just nod and mumble, "yessir." "I knew you'd be a good boy." A single affectionate pat on my naked skin is all I feel to let me know he is leaving. I hear his footfalls get quieter and yet I remain. Half naked and cum soaking into me, waiting for whatever the night will bring. After only a few moments I decide to relieve some of my horniness and I slide to my knees on the cool earth. With my legs wide apart I take hold of my dick and start to wank. Enjoying the night air I throw caution to the wind and undo my shirt allowing it to slip from my shoulders and onto the floor behind me. Now, to all intents and purposes, naked I start to masturbate freely. As my hand massages my swollen cock I slide my other hand between my legs and begin to finger my cum slicked hole, occasionally reaching up to suck the recently deposited sperm into my eager mouth. I feel like such a slut, knowing that it's a massive risk but not caring at all. I want to be found, naked and panting as I wank and finger fuck my soaking fuckhole. "You dirty cunt!" Although startled by the voice I am too far gone and cannot stop pumping my fingers up my arse while wanking hard. As the owner of the voice steps in front of me it's too much and my cum shoots from the tip of my cock, over my fingers and onto the ground. Looking up at the guy whose appearance just caused my balls to unload and I see a young guy. Cute face and decent build wearing jeans and a t-shirt and very clearly rubbing his growing bulge as he looks down on me. Still in a lust driven trance I raise my hand and lick up the cum that spilled across my hand never breaking eye-contact. I don't know what's happening to me. Maybe it's the location, maybe it's the earlier drinks, or maybe I'm letting out my inner slut in a way I never have. Usually once I cum I get self conscious and need to withdraw by myself. Now, I remain kneeling and sucking my fingers to relish the spermy flavour. My cock remains half hard as it becomes obvious that I need so much more than just a single release. The guy in front of me tugs at his jeans and pulls out his own hard cock and pulls the foreskin back showing off the flared tip. I lick my lips and lean in to take this delicious looking tool in my oh so hungry mouth but he pulls back and chuckles. "Uh-uh! Not so fast faggot. You have to earn this cock." I stared dumbly up at him, I must look completely fucking desperate. Kneeling before him stripped with my cock still dripping from my recent ejaculation. My mouth wordlessly opening and closing as I try to process this. "What do I do?" It's the only thing I can ask, and right now I'm prepared to do anything for this rigid dick pointing at my face. "Yeah, you really want this cock don't you faggot?" "P..please.." Fuck! I am desperate. "You'll do anything to get it right?" I just nod up at him "That's what I thought." As he says this I can see him tense. He grunts a little then his cock jumps and the hot spray hits me square in the face soaking me. He directs his cock hosing me down with his powerful stream of piss. Showering me from my head down my chest and back up. "Open wide faggot." I follow his instruction without thinking and my mouth is flooded with the hot cascade. "Drink it down you dirty cunt." I let my mouth fill and swallow closing my lips to do so. This causes the jet to splash all over my face. The taste isn't strong, kind of sweet and salty at the same time. Not like I imagined and I gulp what I can down before his tanks empty. Partly I want to show this guy how willing I am, but also because I have just discovered a new thing I like. He quickly shakes his cock and the last drops of piss splash across my cheek and he just laughs. "Fair play faggot. That was hot. Now. Turn around and push that pussy my way." I do as he tells me and, on my hands and knees, I push my arse out for his use. There is no build up, no ceremony to this coupling. He quickly kneels behind me, lines his cock up and shoves all the way in. "Fuuuuck yessss!" I moan into the night air. Balls deep and hitting all the right spots, he grinds inside then slides all the way out. I feel the cool air brush my hole for a second before he slams right back inside making my whole body lurch forward. I tense my arms and push back knowing he is intending to give me a workout. I am not wrong. He slam fucks me hard and fast. Long dicking my cunt for all he is worth. I push back hard, tensing myself to take the pounding of a lifetime. There is simply no way I can keep quiet and I am soon shouting out in pleasure as his cock forces my body to convulse. I am literally shaking all over as he relentlessly fucks me. I have completely forgotten how public we are and I am begging him for his cum while he takes total possession of me. I have no idea how long this lasted. It could have been five minutes or thirty. My mind was gone. Just gone. My face is in the dirt as I try to push my arse up for him. With a gutteral shout he shoves deep. Once. Twice. Then holds himself all the way in me as his body shudders in climax. "Fucking hell." I couldn't agree more but I am in no state to respond. I sigh a little as he withdraws and my efforts to push myself up only result in me rolling onto my back under the trees. I watch him as he makes himself decent and starts to walk away. He pauses and looks back. "Nice one faggot." And he's gone. After a few panting minutes I attempt to recover myself. At least the air has mostly dried me now, although I still unmistakably smell of piss and spunk. As I rise to my knees and begin to pull on my shirt a voice comes out of the dark. "That was quite a fucking show. I wish I'd headed this way earlier." Fuck. I know that voice. It's Sean.
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Why do guys indicate they are into ws and you find out not really.
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