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

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. I stood silently, in the exact same spot, arms and hands by my side, blindfolded and gagged, wearing all my other gear…my armor. It’s hard to even say that I was “naked” given all the gear though I’m sure that’s how most would have described me. I stood in that spot, as still as I could be, for what felt like much longer but was probably closer to 10 to 15 minutes. My dick had developed a life of its own, occasionally getting a little bit harder and twitching – probably in anticipation of what would come next. During this time my hole was doing what every bottom’s freshly fucked hole does…send non-stop aggressive emergency alert messages to your brain saying, "NEED MORE LOADS!" Many many many more loads. Bottom’s always like to take loads, but if you haven’t recently (within the last 24 hours, week, whatever), the first one seems to trigger the insatiable hunger and unrelenting focus on getting more. Many many many more. Had I just gotten a load under other circumstances and not under the control of my Dominants, I’d be scouring the internet, my phone, texting fuck buddies, and identifying a plan to find more myself, but now, I was left merely to wait. My hole continued to pulse ever so slightly. I genuinely feel bad for the power tops and reluctant bottoms of the world that never feel this sensation in their life. It’s like a weird combination of heat and lust and ambition and drive and singular focus. There was movement all around me during this time -- items being moved and shuffled, dining room chairs placed in different locations. Something made of hollow metal got assembled but I had no idea what it was – it didn’t sound large enough to be a sling. Someone brought something up from the basement and must have hit the wall or door jamb doing so. "Oh damnit!" Jacob said...he must have been the one carrying whatever it was. The porno was back on but not very loud...Ethan and Jacob didn't speak much, at least that I could hear, but occasionally I'd here, "Like this you mean?" or "Try it there." I didn't know what was taking place. Someone lightly clapped their hands and Ethan said, "I think that's it. Let's turn on the other TV and the music." Two TVs? Music? There must be something happening involving other people, because there’d be no reason for two TVs and music… I continued to stand there, thinking about what I had heard. The furniture and chair movement – I assumed so it was more out of the way and would make space. The shutters in the living room had been closed since I arrived, but I thought I heard the shutters in the dining room close as well. Something large enough was brought up from the basement that it was difficult to maneuver through the narrow door…maybe a folding table like one you’d have at a party? I knew I was spiraling trying to imagine the possibilities so once again, reminded myself to just breathe… That lasted a few minutes until I heard some final sounds similar to what I had heard a while ago but did not recognize or identify. This time I thought I knew. I heard what sounding like plastic sheathing being dropped downward coming from the dining room. Putting two and two together, I realized that what I’d heard earlier was the same type of sheathing that I now guessed had been placed on the floor and secured with tape (I had heard tape being pulled off the roll). Now it sounded like they might be covering furniture. The show Dexter was in its heyday around this time and if you remember that show, plastic sheathing was regularly used for Dexter’s cleanup. Yes, my mind went there at that moment, but I quickly ignored the thought. This had to be something involving watersports…that’s the ONLY possible reason for this covering things up like this. But seriously, how much could really go down in someone’s house without it getting destroyed? I got pissed in on my bed once with sex sheets down and me holding as much piss in as I could, it was still something needing containment. Knowing Ethan though, he had thought this through. I’m taken immediately back to reality with another slap on my semi hard dick and I could tell both Ethan and Jacob were standing in front of me. It is crazy how lack of sight and the blindfold made it seem sometimes like what I was thinking in my head was real, because I could picture it so clearly…and it was only someone or something jolting me back to the physical world that made you realize you had been daydreaming. "Boy, we are going to start getting you ready, just the two of us. But shortly after we're done, there are going to be several more people joining us. We are not going to tell you who they are, whether you know them, whether we know them, or any information about them." Oh my god, "whether you know them" - it wouldn't be the first time I'd accidentally ended up at the same sex party as a friend, but not in my current circumstances. "Boy, do you remember when we talked about watersports?” (I shook my head yes and grunted.) “You started today liking watersports, and tomorrow you will not be able to live without them. It will become something you need and crave and can't live without. An obsession. That’s what tonight is all about.” I shook my head a few more times yes, vigorously, while trying to grunt enthusiastically. Someone reached around to my hole and began to pull the butt plug out that had been inside me. I had once again almost forgotten it was there. Applying a little more lube near the base, they continued pulling. This plug felt different going in and very different coming out. The widest part finally popped out, and I made a small yelping sound as my hole then settled on another ledge, stopping it from coming out further. The plug was pulled on more and my hole released two more additional tiers of the plug – not as wide as the first and getting smaller as it exited. I could picture the shape of the plug now. I was breathing heavy and panting – that ended up being more effort than I expected. I was led to the same bathroom as before and moved into the shower. I heard both Ethan and Jacob remove their clothes. A group shower? Yeah, right! We had just talked about watersports so I had a pretty good idea of what might come next. "Boy, Down!" Ethan demanded. His voice had grown much more assertive in just the last minute. The somewhat compassionate vibe from when my blindfold was off was gone. We were back to business. I got down on all fours and then lowered my arms and head towards the shower floor, raised my ass and pushed it back, giving the maximum access to my hole. I assumed the Down position…I was getting good at it. Ethan told me to move forward and guided my head to the corner of the shower which I assumed was so someone could be behind me. I could hear both stroking their dicks. I wasn’t just getting washed down with piss, I wasn’t just getting fucked…this was the perfect setup for what has become one of my favorite things to this day – I was going to get piss fucked. (Author’s note: at times like this, I have a certain "devious grin" I tend to make that some people have noticed. I couldn't grin then because of the gag, but while writing this section in 2025, I caught myself with the "devious grin.") "Boy, your hole has started to loosen up but you need to focus so you’re ready for what’s happening next! You need to loosen up your muscles and not grip our dicks at all unless we tell you to. We're gonna continue to fuck your hole open with whatever we need to until we can take a piss easily in your hole." Jacob said. He had moved into the shower behind me and onto his knees based on the direction his voice was coming from. The shower was a large rectangular glass enclosed shower, adequate for two people in these positions, but there wasn’t room for additional movement. Right in front of my head was the corner of the shower so I couldn’t move forward, and Jacob could easily stop me from moving left or right…I was pretty much stuck. It felt a little like the Cage. Jacob, like before, put his dick against the outside of my hole and traced the outside with his dick. And in a way that would become very familiar, he centered his dick on my hole and hesitated for just enough time so my anticipation could build. He’d only fucked me once at this point, so I didn’t know if he was always aggressive, switched things up or…. FUUUUCKK! Before I ever knew it, Jacob took a quick breath and lunged forward and sunk his dick completely. It couldn’t have taken more than 3 seconds. I tried to escape the onslaught of his dick by moving forward, but my head collided with the corner of the shower so there he was, balls deep inside of me. I felt the familiar feeling of my hole wrapped around the base of his dick. It did, absolutely, feel different than Alex’s. He kept himself all the way inside me, and the longer he stayed, the more I felt I could tell the difference. I had moaned extremely loudly when he entered and had resumed shallow breathing, panting to try to calm myself. Without the gag, I’m sure even the neighbors would have heard me. I felt my eyes water from the overwhelming sensation – thank God Ethan couldn’t see that. After being inside me and buried for a bit, he rotated his hips so that my hole continued to be opened. I was lightheaded and a little dizzy the way you are when you get a complete endorphin blast all at once. He began to fuck me very aggressively and every five strokes or so would continue to rotate his hips and work my hole open. I could feel myself opening up more and more. He wasted no time beginning to fuck me hard, this time every five strokes or so shoving most of the way in and then circling his hips so that it pulled on all edges of my hole. He had a pattern I could anticipate which helped me to start fucking him back a little bit. As this was happening, I was moaning and grunting like my body was being torn apart but in reality, I was enjoying it so much and hoping he wouldn’t stop. I kept reminding myself to breathe and relax…saying both words in my mind as he continued. He pulled out completely and just as quickly I had three fingers from each of his hands up inside me, again pulling my hole open towards opposite sides of my body. He was not messing around, using all his arm string. It felt great and then he replaced his fingers with his dick again, fucking me for a few minutes longer. "I gotta stop. You don't get my load yet, Boy." He pulled out and said to Ethan "Look at that..." " “Hell yeah, and we haven't really gotten started." I think at that moment I was thinking “if we haven’t started yet, then let’s fucking start already” – the bottom in me was turned up! Despite the energy of the situation, I honestly felt super relaxed compared to any other time I had been fucked in my life up to that point (which was a lot). I felt like those porno bottoms who literally can take a massive dick without so much as a dime size amount of lube, right from the jump – my hole was ready! I could still feel the slickness of Alex's loadI could certainly smell cum which, at this point, had to include Jacob's precum. My hole was in a Zen state – relaxed, ready, and energized. "Here comes!" Jacob said, just a few moments after he had pulled out. I felt a few initial drops and sprays of his warm piss hit the outside of my hole and my ass cheeks before he put his dick back inside, this time slower and gentler. He was nearly fully in when he let out a sigh/moan and just like that, it started. It felt warm and the feeling of it inside could not be ignored. It was so different than cum, which felt softer when it hits your insides. This felt sharper - not painful - just sharper. He went on for a while, and I thought he was finished but then he sigh/moaned again and even more started flowing into me. I wanted to say "Damn, sir, that's a lot of piss." Honestly, I didn't know how much it was compared to how it felt, but then it started to leak out of me and past his dick and I could feel it dribbling down my legs. Jacob let out another sigh/moan, I guess indicating he was done. “Oh Boy, how does that feel? You’ve got a hole filled with my piss. I want you to try gently wrapping your hole a little tighter around my dick…you’re gonna hold all this piss inside you and I don’t want any to come out.” I did as I was told, focusing very hard on controlling my hole around his dick. He very slowly removed his dick, little by little. It felt like I succeeded when he finally had his dick completely out. I didn’t feel any additional piss flow out of me. Jacob and Ethan seemed to shuffle positions quickly, because a few moments later, I felt Ethan's dick pressed up against my hole, already centered, and within 10 seconds of Jacob pulling out, Ethan was already inside of me. "I fucking love shoving my dick into a hole full of piss and fucking it out. Damn, so fucking hot." I groaned in agreement a few times "grrr grrr grrr." "That's so hot man, how's it feel?" Jacob was egging Ethan on. "Really fucking good, I could stay here forever but it's time to make sure he starts feeling and smelling like a pig who's obsessed with piss." While inside of me, I had the same feeling of knowing Ethan's dick compared to the others...I felt a difference. Jacob's dick was thicker overall top to bottom, so it forced me open more side to side. Ethan's was more cylindrical so it felt more equal around my entire hole. Alex’s was longer, wider at the base than at the top. Ethan shoved his dick in about 3/4 of the way and I could tell while he was pushing his dick in that he was already starting to piss in me. "Just keep making sure that hole is nice and relaxed Boy cuz I know you want this second bucket of piss inside you." I grunted again. He made a similar sound to Jacob and let out a sigh/moan as he continued to flood me. A small amount continued to trickle out of my hole, but nothing compared to what I could feel was going inside. I honestly wasn't sure how long it was going to go on. Occasionally the flow of piss would stop for a moment then start. And I felt this complicated sense of fullness and emptiness at the same time. When he finally finished, he didn't pull out. Instead, he started pumping his dick in and out of me, speeding up little by little until he started to pound me at a fairly aggressive speed with deep, long strokes. At this point, I still felt very relaxed but then realized that the flood gates had opened and there was piss splashing out of my hole from his dick thrusts and up on to my back, my legs, presumably all over Ethan....I felt some drops of piss hit my back and sides of my torso. He kept pounding pretty fast and hard, while at the same time taking deep breaths in and out and telling me to "relax" and I did and the more he continued to pump and the piss flew everywhere, the more relaxed I became. Ethan kept going and at a certain point, I felt considerably emptier than before and the piss-splash show had all but stopped. Ethan grunted and said, "That was fucking amazing. Good Boy, you learned how to relax your hole more. You did a good job so I'm gonna start you off with your first load of the night." He smacked my ass and then began fucking me fast and hard and very quickly he said, "I'm breeding your hole Boy. You're gonna get a fat load! Here goes." He grunted more and shot a load in me, buried deep in my hole up to his balls. I could feel the cum deposit, but it felt different now that all that piss had been in there. He pulled out quickly and got up. The smaller butt plug from earlier had re-appeared and slide easily in. "You're not taking a shower. Pat yourself dry with this towel and stand up." He threw a towel on my back and I stood up. He told me to pick up my feet one then the other, slid a jock strap on to my legs, and pulled it up and over my dick, adjusting it. We exited the bathroom and I could already smell the sweet smell of Ethan and Jacob's piss, starting to dry all over my body. The smell was intoxicating. It didn't smell like a public restroom - some combination of cleaning chemicals and stagnant urine and unclean surfaces. It smelled clean and crisp. I was still lightheaded and my body was very relaxed. I was euphoric – that’s the best word for it. I had played around with piss and even been piss fucked many times and so I was a bit surprised that I felt so present to how the experience felt, how I was so relaxed during it, and how the smell was just enchanting. During other experiences, there was more tension in the experience…lingering concern about the environment, who was around, whether I was okay to be around them smelling like I’d just been pissed in. Ethan was leading me across the room with his hand on my shoulder, and Jacob was on my other side. Ethan moved his hand briefly down and snapped the waistband of my jock, right above my hole and laughed, "You're gonna end up loving the smell of this jock by the end of the night Boy."

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

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

*all characters are 18 or older Inspired by pm from @swimslut and a very vivid dream last night. I hope you all enjoy: My name is Mark. Im an asshole. More on that later. I'm an elite level swimmer. I am the best at my university, and I nearly made the Olympic team two years ago. As a swimmer I've traveled the country winning nearly all my heats and gotten in most podiums. I've also had numerous encounters during these events. At least one was more fateful than the rest. You see, I'm HIV positive. I don't know who gave it to me, but it's opened up a huge new horizon for me. As someone that's tested regularly for drugs, I'm not taking meds. Even though the doc at the clinic told me I needed to due to how high my viral load is. It's only gone up in the last six months since my diagnosis. I dont know how many guys I've given it to. But I had one dream target. My little brother Jake is the golden child of the family. Not just with my parents, but my entire family. It's hard to live up to the standards my little brother set, but I've taken him down a significant peg... 30 days ago Text from Andy: Yo Mark. We're have a get together at our place tonight. You should come over. I found a hot lil slut that doesn't know he's a slut yet. I popped that freshly legal cherry last night. Attached was an image of the sexiest ass I've ever seen. I need to breed this one. Reply to Andy: goddamn dude. I'd love to have a go in that boipussy. But you don't want what I got and i sure as hell don't wanna ruin my connection to the best green in the state. Andy: I hear you. As long as I get him before you, I don't give a fuck what you have. This twink isn't local so its not like im going to fuck him again. He's just here for the state swim meet. I got a new batch of the good if you wanna try. I'll let you have him for free. Party starts at 4, he'll be here after 5. Me: I'm down. I'll be there after the meet. Gotta support the my lil bro. Andy: I didn't know you had any siblings. I'll see you after the meet then. Bring some swim gear. We got a big ass pool and there will be plenty of ass for you. Me: He's a golden child, so normally I wish I didn't have a sibling. I'll catch you tonight. I took a shower and headed out of town to meet my parents at the meet. After lunch with the folks, we head to the local community college to watch Jamie. I get bored and walk around while the girls are swimming and see a couple fan boys looking at me. Lust in their eyes. I walk over and make small talk. They are aware of who I am in the swim community and one keeps licking his fat dick sucking lips. All these fine assess in speedos got me hard and this one will do. "You know where the bathroom is?" I ask the one now staring at my bulge. "Um. It's over there." And points to the main bathroom area. There are tons of people and not enough room in the stall for both of us. "That's not what I want. Where's a private bathroom or area for...dark deeds." He gives me some directions hurriedly and is breathing heavily. "You 18?" "Yes, I am Mark. Two months ago." "Show me the bathroom. I wanna discuss your technique." He glances around and grabs my hand to guide me. We get to one of the office bathrooms and he locks the door. He quickly gets in his knees and fishes my fat member out. "Jesus it's bigger than I thought. It's so big in the speedos." "That's cause it's soft in those pics, it's only a semi right now. I gotta piss." He takes it in his mouth and starts sucking. I take out my phone and record him drinking my piss. "If your good enough at giving me head, I'll fuck you raw tomorrow and share it on my private Twitter." "Deal! I thought that was your account I found." "Shut up slut." I force his head on my cock and begin to face fuck him. After a few minutes I felt that all too familiar sensation in my balls. I waited until the last moment and pulled my cock out of this lil twinks mouth and shot my load all over his face. First shot went into his left eye then his hair, cheek, and chin. I shoved my cock back in his mouth for the last twitch. He continued moaning and sucking on my rod. So I pulled my phone out and took a few more pics of his cum covered face. I began recording a live video for my private snapchat of this cum covered slut sucking my cock until I had to piss again. "Hold it all you filthy whore." I stopped mid stream, "show us what's in your mouth." He opens up revealing my piss in his mouth. "Swallow." As soon as he complies, I continue pissing on his face, then his hair, and on his speedo covered cock. I stuff my cock back into my shorts and quickly make my way back to the bleachers. On my way I note a very sexy ass in a size too small speedo jiggling in front of me down the hall. Very bubbly. Tight and fit thighs. A very feminine silhouette but clearly a male competitor from my old high school. I lick my lips and take note of his height to scope out my brother's teammate for a potential hookup for this week since I'll be home for break. This is one ass I wanna destroy and whore out even. He heads to the team area and I head up the bleachers and sit next to the parents. "What took you so long?" My dad asks. "I met some fanboys, so I had to encourage them." "Okay." My dad says. My mom continue to stare almost knowingly. I smirk and try to find that great ass across the pool from us. I gander at all the fit and sexy meat. I scan down the pool looking for the familiar green and yellow speedos. "How was Jake?" My dad asks. There they are. "Umm, I'm not sure." I inspect the team more throughly. "I didn't see him." "Really?" I find the ass pointing right at me. Bent over at the hips. Hands caressing the calves as the slide their way up the legs. God this slut is perfect. Look at that flexibility. Hands make their way up the thighs. He adjusts the back of the speedo making me bite my lip as my cock awakens. He begins to turn around towards the crowd. I devour up the lithe body presenting to the crowd. My dad continues, "He walked out right in front of you coming out of the hallway." I lock eyes finally with this perfect fuck meat. My perfect little brother. Jake. He waves at us. At the predator looking for a feast.

My Playroom—August, 2024 Keith couldn’t stop thinking about the play party he hosted at his house in July. (It was so much fun, I wrote it up in two parts,.) He wanted to come back to the playroom. I cleared a spot for him on my calendar. He arrived, right on time. I was already naked but for jock and boots, with my robe thrown over it all. He stripped down in the playroom, folding his clothes neatly until he was naked but for athletic socks, as the concrete floor was cool. We chatted about this and that, but the most intriguing thing he said was that he wanted to experiment a little. “I don’t know what—I’ll leave that up to you…” I nodded and assured him that if I did anything he didn’t like he simply had to tell me and I’d stop… “Let me suck that beautiful cock.” Keith indicates the bed. I sprawl on it, legs splayed. Keith is one of the most handsome men in my current stable. He is fit, with Hollywood good looks which he knows how to maintain, now in his 50’s. He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his mouth. Fuck, he’s good. He sucks and licks, his eyes shining. He is truly worshipping my dick. And he remembers my balls, licking them first and then sucking them individually into his mouth. Back and forth as I jerk my cock and begin to breathe more heavily. His tongue flirts with my perineum too, but does not go lower. Not yet. But it makes me want to lick his ass. A lot. I tell him to get on the fuck bench. I love just seeing his ass spread before me. I kneel and start working him over with my tongue. He groans as he finds the mirror on the side wall—where he can see me attacking his ass. “Looks as hot as it feels…” he murmurs. My hands stop lubing my cock and I spread his butt cheeks to get even deeper into him. I stand up. Keith pants as my wet cock head finds his hole. The thick head pushes in. He groans and relaxes his ass muscles. I slide in. To the hilt. I wait a moment before I begin a slow fuck. “Use my ass!” I speed up the drilling. Keith is panting, his eyes riveted to the mirror, watching me dick him down. I abruptly stop. I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. I already know he loves the taste of his ass on my dick. But today, I do it constantly. Some fucking. Clean it up. Some more fucking. Clean me! Now a true pounding before I tell him to lick my dick once more. His eyes are shining again. I’m on the right track… We move to the sling. I eat his used hole. I fuck Keith as hard as possible. His eyes are mostly on the mirror above us, but sometimes he closes them, concentrating on the feelings deep in his hole. I tell him to use his poppers. I fuck him hard again. I stop. I go to the side and remove a wrist restraint, where it has been swinging from the chains above his head. I put one on. The other. His eyes are big, but game. I clip them above his head. “No poppers now.” I eat his hole and fuck him. Long and slow, but building up to hard and fast. He moans. He moans even harder as I cum to the side of the sling and have him clean me up once again, his wrists pulling at the restraints. I unclip him and get him out of the sling. I undo the bottom of the sling from the two chains. It hangs at the front of the frame. I take his arms and clip then to a carabineer that hangs under the mirror. His arms are out stretched towards the ceiling, his back is bent, his ass arched towards me. I eat his wet hole. I spit noisily into him. I stand up and plow into his just-beginning-to-gape ass… * The sling is restored to its normal position and I am eating his hole after the blistering, standing/hanging fuck. I stand up. I slap my cock on his balls. And piss. Not a lot, but enough to cover them. I direct more of my flow onto his puffy ass lips. Keith moans. He knows, I think, what I’m going to do. I kneel and lick him clean. I want to kiss him. But I don’t. Yet. I fuck in his still wetter ass. My right hand plays with his nipples and hairy chest. It inches up. It encircles his throat. He nods. I tighten it slightly. Not for long. Then do it again. A little longer. His breathing, as I release, is rapid. Excited. His cock, semi-hard as I usually fuck, is erect and aching. Still buried in his ass, I can just bend and take him into my mouth, licking up his precum. Now I pull out of him and kiss him with his precum—and just a hint of the piss on my beard. Keith melts into sling. He makes a move to grab my head, forgetting that once more I had restrained his arms above his head. “Time for you to eat my ass.” I get him out of the sling, leaving the wrist restraints on for the rest of the play session. I get in, my legs on the chains, my ass ready for his experienced tongue. “I really need to piss. Should I go upstairs?” “Or there’s a laundry tub on the other side of the wall. Or you could piss on my ass crack before you eat me out…” The look on his face is wonderfully conflicted. He takes one step towards the door, stops, and comes back. He wills himself to piss. It’s a forceful stream. And well aimed. It sluices down my crack. And he can’t stop. It’s an endless piss. Totally clear. He directs some up to my balls, but mainly just keeps hosing down my crack. With no hesitation at all, the moment he runs dry, he kneels and buries himself in my overly wet ass. “Fuck,” he mumbles, sounding overwhelmed by how piss changes an ass eating. He can’t stop. And I don’t want him to. I stroke continually, as he rims and tongues me. I moan. I ask him to come up and kiss me. He does, bending across me. He’s rock hard now, his cock brushing my saliva laden ass. I love the taste of my hole on his tongue. I break the kiss and tell to stick his tongue back into me. He goes to his knees and repeats it all… * I fuck him, briefly, in the sling. Then I set up the rim chair and mat. I tell him to bend a moment on the fuck bench before I get under the seat. I stick the head of my dick between those swollen ass lips. I piss two spurts inside him. He gasps. I get under the rimseat and instruct him to sit. He does, the seat doing the work of spreading his cheeks for me. The piss is deeper than I thought, it does not immediately drip out onto my tongue. So instead, I keep jabbing it up into his tender chute. Finally, a trickle. I groan. More follows. A wonderful mix of piss and precum. It pours down my throat. Keith moans his approval. I eat him out. His cock must be hard again. I hear him stroking it to my tonguing. I finally tap his thighs. He stands. “Let’s reverse.” He gets under the seat. His cock is really only semi hard as he lays there. The moment I sit and his tongue goes into me, he is rock hard and drooling. I reach down and finger up some on his precum and taste it. I hit the poppers and check out for a moment, letting his tongue have his way with me. When I come back to reality, I get up and move to between his legs. I hoist them up and fuck him on the mat as he lays there. “This is where we need a third,” I tell him, “So you can eat his ass as I fuck and then we’d switch.” Keith moans, taking the brief, (and honestly rather awkward) fuck. I pull out and let him eat my ass a little longer. We go back to the sling. I fuck him. I know it’s getting late. He has a drive home. (and I think needs to get there before the boyfriend…) “You want my load?” “You know I do…” “Say it!” “Give me your big load, Sir.” He begins to pant. “I want to feel it drip out of me on the way home…” That does it. I fire deep inside him. I can’t stop. I hold onto the chains until I can breathe again. I help him out. “I don’t have to, but I’d kind of like to get off today.” “What can I do?” He indicates the bed. I lay down, legs spread, just as we started, but now my hard cock is losing its erection and drooling sperm. He lies on his back, resting on one of my thighs and has his face next to my jizz covered cock. He begins to clean me as he jerks. He fires off a huge load in no time…. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Keith Wants to Experiment August 20, 2024

Part 1 I suppose you could call my sex life up until that point as 'wildly vanilla'. I was 19 and still living at home in Boston, Massachusetts. Closeted and worried about being found out, I made my hookups exclusively online. I didn't think I looked attractive, but Men always lusted after me, especially after I sent them pics of my ass. I was 5'11, 180 pounds. Not the skinniest but definitely not heavy. I was and still am attracted to older Men. I was always on CL and Grindr, hooking up with Men, oftentimes these Men were married. I suppose the Men enjoyed my boyish looks and submissiveness, and they enjoyed deepthroating me and skullfucking me. That was the craziest I would ever go. When I would hookup with these Men and they would fuck me, it was always with a condom. At the time, I was scared shitless of catching a bug that I always made sure that the Man was covered before he fucked me. My hookups went further when I found a Men's Gangbang group on CL. They were specifically looking for boys my age (18/19) to serve as bottom boys for a group of Men in their 50s. To me, this was a dream come true. Every few months, the group would meet, and I would be fucked by 7 or 8 older men. But, always with a condom. The groups organizer, Tom, always asked to go bare, and while his thick, 9 inch cock was always breeding my ass in my.dreams, I never got the courage to let him go in bare. With this gangbang group, you'd think a bottom boy would be satisfied, right? However, there was something missing. While I was getting fucked regularly by older Men, I felt that most were too passive, too nice, not assertive or verbal enough. I wanted a Man to take charge and use me as he pleased. These thought were swimming in my head one summer day when I got an email from a member of the Gangbang group. We will call him Steve. Steve was an older Man in the group who could not get an erection anymore but still attended the events to see the action (hey, he supplied the booze). He wanted to organize a gangbang with me at his apartment in the North End. He said he did not want to invite any members of the group, but rather, get random Men from CL to show up to his place and fuck my ass. I replied to him and eagerly said yes, reminding him that I wanted to still play safe and use condoms. He said of course and would be watching to make sure that the Men used protection. I also told him my desires for a strong ,verbal top. He too said he would put that in the ad. He said he would put the ad up and organize the gangbang in three days. A few days later, I have arrived at Haymarket MBTA station waiting for Steve to pick me up. "What am I thinking? Random Men? And I don't even know Steve that well! And I am getting in the car with him? What if he is a serial killer?" These thoughts rang through my head as an unassuming black sedan parked on the curb in front of me. "Brandon?" Steve said as he poked his head out of the car window. I sort of recognized him, as I had really only seen him when I was in the middle of sucking two sucks while simulatanoisly being fucked from behind. "Sir?" I said, my obedience flowing naturally. Without another word, I got into the front passenger side. As it was summer in Boston, it was brutally humid. I was wearing a gray t-shirt and green shorts, with a red jockstrap hidden beneath. Steve began to drive off and made small chit chat. We talked about the Sox, the weather, and the like. It was at this point, at at light, when Steve reached in my shorts with one hand and began to fondle my cock. As the light turned green and he drove, he continued. "You said you wanted an assertive man, huh?" He said with a certain, grandfatherly charm. Steve was harmless, and I let him touch me, if only out of pity. A fat, out of shape man in his sixties, he had been unable to get an erection for quite some time. After a minute or two, the fondling stopped, and within five minutes, we had arrived at Steve's place. A typical, triple decker apartment you find in any movie set in Boston, Steve lived alone in the entire place, there were no tenants currently. I followed Steve into his first floor apartment, a one bedroom apartment. Upon entering to my immediate left I could see a PC and a computer chair. The rest of the living room was carpeted in a weird purple color, with a huge wide area with no furniture at all. To the far right of the room led into the bathroom. I wasted no time getting naked. Now that I was here, I was excited! I could barely fold my clothes properly and place them in the corner near Steves computer. I stood there, 19 years young, smooth with a bubble butt, in front of Steve. "Brandon, would you mind if you give me a.blowjob?" Steve said rather directly. Out of pity, I acquised and tried my best. His two inch member was not a problem getting in my mouth and he lasted about five seconds before my mouth became filled with his cum. I looked at him, and swallowed. I try my best to be submissive. Steve rested for a moment before getting on his iPad. "I've been messaging all these men all day today. The first man is outside. The door in unlocked. I'll tell him to come in" After an awkward moment, the door was heard opening and a footsteps walking up the stairs. He walked in, his eyes lit up when he saw me in my ready position, my knees to the ground, face down, ass up. He was a man who looked to be in early to mid 40s, with orange hair wearing a sleeveless white t-shirt and blue shorts. Those quickly came off and he was quick to start eating my ass, something I never did but didn't mind if someone did it to me. It felt good but I had wished there was another cock to suck as this was going on. Gangbangs spoiled me. After a few minutes of rimming, I could hear the awkward ripping of the condom wrapper and the few second pause as he encased his cock. He lightly tapped his covered cock on my hole, and then slowly began to thrust in. As he fucked me, his thrusts got quicker and faster, until the familiar satisfied grunt and he collapsed on top of me for a moment, before taking the condom off, tossing it on the garbage can, getting dressed, and left the apartment. This continued six more times, with Men all doing the same thing basically. Enter, condom on, fuck me, condom in trash. Steve watched, enjoying it on his way I suppose. I started getting bored, even while I was getting fucked. My cock remained flaccid. "Where was the assertiveness? The aggressive, Dom top I had always wanted ?" I thought to myself. The sixth man had just deposited his cum-filled condom in the bin and left. I was considering making up an excuse to leave. "Another one coming, Brandon. DomTop617 is his screename. He wants you to answer the door, naked. That will be hot" For the first time, a butterfly flew in stomach. A small thing, answering the door, but I would be nude, in full view of a possible passerby. My cock began to quiver. I meekly walked down the stairs, the stairs feeling longer than before. The stairs were carpeted the same as the apartment. Though I was naked, the humidity was overwhelming as I opened the door. As soon as I answered the door a hand grabbed (pushed?) my face with such force that I spun around and fell.to my.knees on one of the bottom steps. My pale, white ass was exposed to this stranger. "Bitch, crawl up the stairs slowly " the stranger said. I did as I was told. Like I said, submissive. I slowly moved up the stairs on my knees, the stranger slapping my ass cherks hard a few times ,causing me to stop for a moment. The stranger moved slowly behind me. I made it up the stairs to Steves apartment. Steve sat there on his computer chair, stunned. I remained my knees but the stranger continued to slap my ass, this time harder. A strange thing was happening. My cock was starting to stiffen. Not completely. The slapping stopped. I felt the stranger stick two fingers in my asshole and felt around for a moment. He took them out and with his other hand grabbed me by the chin and stuck the ass-invading fingers in my mouth. "Suck, slut" After about ten seconds of me sucking his fingers , he let go, leaving me to.taste the aftertaste of my sweaty ass juices. He stood before me, about four feet away from me. He was white, in his late 50s. He had silver hair with hints of brown He wore blue jeans with a white sleeveless t-shirt. He wasnt conventionally muscular but muscular from years of hard manuel labor. Then he took out his cock. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his manhood, a cock of enormous width that looked like the width of my wrist. Exaggerating of course, but the length was of about 7 to 8 inches. It was spectacular. I don't know what came over me. I needed that cock. I wadded over on my knees and instinctively went to suck his cock. He then did the same thing when I answered the door, he pushed my face to the ground. "If you want this cock, you'll have to earn it". Part 2 coming soon

Lansing—May, 2024 The next day, I had more sex. It was good on Monday, when there were just the two of us in the playroom, but Tuesday there were four of us in a bigger playroom. And it was wetter… I had been invited to join the couple I had met and played with so often at the Grand Rapids group. I had been to their home before, but not for some time. Top Host is as tall and as thin as I am. He is hairy in all the right places, including his chest. His cock is my length or so, but the girth keeps getting thicker and thicker towards the base. Tim, his partner, is a couple of years younger. He has a slightly thicker build, with a great cock that he tends to use until someone plays with his beautiful, thick ass. It takes two hands to spread those cheeks apart. I was told the day before, that they had found an additional player. He was a man around our age, rather bearish in build and a shaved head. He was versatile. He’d had some prostate surgery—he could no longer cum. But if a cock hit his prostate repeatedly, he pissed euphorically. He has a very common name so I have christened him CumPisser for this tale. I went right up to the playroom. In a room that originally was likely for the maid, they have a wonderfully laid out playroom. A sling hangs from the rafters. There is a double bed, the same brand of fuck bench as mine, a rimseat and a massage table. Since the last time I was there, there are mirrors in more places. A toilet and shower are in a room to the side. Top Host and CumPisser are there, putting a play spread on the bed. Both are naked but for jocks. I strip quickly. Tim comes up the stairs, having left his clothes behind downstairs. He is in a jock and a leather harness. Top Host is now standing still and letting CumPisser suck his cock to full hardness. I move to Tim and let him do the same for me… Mouths are everywhere. CumPisser has joined Tim working on me. One is on my balls the other on my shaft. Top Host has moved behind me and is hugging me from behind, his huge erection between my ass cheeks. The guys shift positions. Tim now sucks his partner, I am in CumPisser’s mouth. He takes me deep, choking himself with my dick. He pulls off me, trailing deep throat spittle. “Fuck me with this,” he begs, winding the spit around my shaft. He flops on his back on the bed. I pull him to the edge. He grabs the back of his knees as I kneel and eat his hairy ass. It is ready and slightly gaping the moment my tongue enters him. I lick and spit. I hear movement around me. When I stand to fuck, I see the others have joined us, each holding a leg so CumPisser and be more comfortable. I enter him. His eyes widen. I barely pause. I am sure that he’s already been fucked by Top Host, maybe both of the guys, before I got there. I increase my stroke. “Fuuuuuuck,” he croons. “Right there…” I pound harder—and it does the trick. CumPisser does just that. Piss shoots out of his cock and pools just below his pecs. I lean down, my cock still in him and slurp it up. The moment I am done, I pull out and let Top Host fuck him. I stay there, first holding a leg—then kneeling to clean Top Host’s dripping cock when he’s done. Tim pulls me over to the fuck bench. He gets on and I kneel to eat his ass. I stay there for a long time, licking and spitting. Finally, I stand. I enter him, sliding easily into his very wet hole. He gasps—and I wait. I begin a slow fuck. I am standing where I can watch the fucking happening on the very big screen television at the end of the room. I match my strokes to the guy on the screen, starting slow and speeding up when he does. I just don’t shoot in the six and half minutes it takes my screen counterpart to breed. I hear sounds from the sling, which is just out of my vision. I slow down the fuck. I eat his hole again. Tim tells me he wants piss in his ass before the day is over. I nod. I move to the sling and watch Top Host fuck CumPisser. I am there as he shoots piss again. I lean over and lick it up. I don’t swallow; I feed it to CumPisser. He is surprised and delighted. “Fuck him,” says Top Host. He pulls out. Again, I clean his cock—and stay on my knees to rim CP. He groans. His hole is now super wet with all our juices. I stand up and fuck. I make him shoot piss twice… * The sex is almost a blur as we constantly change partners, lick different holes or poles. I change holes between the two of them. I fuck on the bed, at the sling and on the fuck bench. The two men taking our dicks are turned on by the sharing as much as the tops are. CumPisser is in the sling. Top Host is fucking. CP’s cock is very hard. Tim steps up on a chest that is under the sling. Standing, he straddles CumPisser’s body facing him. He sits on the thick hard cock. Top Host pulls out of CP as he sees his partner impaled. Tim bends slightly forward and Top host pushes his cock into Tim’s ass along with CP’s dick. “Take two,” he grunts out. I am standing to the side. Jerking. Enjoying the show. They fuck—both dicks remaining in his hole. “Your turn.” Top Host slides out. I replace him. I push a little and CP plops out of Tim’s ass. But he goes right back in—and I push again. Tim’s hole opens up and I am inside. He gasps. I groan. CumPisser makes guttural noises of sheer delight. It is one of the best DP’s I have ever had. They rarely work for me. But my cock is sliding up and down CP’s girthy dick and being squeezed by Tim’s muscle hole. It’s great. But it’s a position that can’t last long. Tim needs to stand—and he does, releasing both cocks. I bend and clean up CumPisser’s cock—while sliding my cock into him. I fuck him until he shoots another load of piss… * It’s late in the afternoon. Top Host is fucking CumPisser in the sling. I am once again in Tim, as he kneels on the bed. I hear Top Host groan—then bellow out his cumshot. I turn and watch his body shake as he loads the wet ass he’s buried in. “Go felch it out,” Tim whispers. I don’t need any more encouragement. I go to them. I gingerly clean Top Host’s cock. I dive into the cum dripping ass of CumPisser. I lick up all that is dribbling out—and share it with the man. He sucks my cummy tongue with the hottest moans, deep in his throat. I slide into him. There is no way I’m not fucking in his cum-filled ass. He’s slick and now super wet. “Breed him,” says Tim. I’m glad he’s fine with it as I usually like to save my load for the host. And it’s a good thing, for I really can’t stop thrusting. My cock knows what I need to do. In moments, I’m there. My balls shoot as if I hadn’t cum for a week. I fire again and again and again. CumPisser is shooting another round of piss on chest, too. I smear it through his chest hair with the hand that isn’t holding the sling chain for support. Eventually, I pull out. I felch some of my own load. I share it with CumPisser, dribbling it into his mouth. I pull out, my cock swaying and still dripping. I haven’t lost my hardness. “Get on the bench,” I tell Tim. I stick it into him. I know I can’t fuck as it is now softening. But I can piss. I am filling him. Emptying my entire bladder. Giving him just what he’s asked me for… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Four Wet Pigs in a Playroom June 13, 2024

Chicago—May, 2024 I had a lazy Saturday morning at Seth’s. I showered, made tea and wrote a few notes for the last post. I checked in with Keshawn about time and place for our Sunday meet. I napped a little, stroking Seth’s cat, curled up next to me… I also got a text that pissed me off. My July work gig wrote saying that an assistant had not mentioned to me a mandatory meeting that happened long before I started—and it was this Sunday. At noon. I would have to go home right after the piss party. I packed the sling and rimseat, not in a very good mood. I thanked Seth profusely and left for the bar where the party was held. It was starting earlier for IML, so that the host could get more people through the door. As most men can’t play for four and half hours, he could let new men in as the sodden, cum-spent men left (and never go over the limit of 80-somenthing in the back bar.) I was the third man in. I stripped and stowed my clothes in my gym bag and left it with the cute coat check otter… I fill my water bottle from one of the big thermal tanks set out on either end of the bar. Men are wasting no time in getting here, stripping down and tanking up. Already, in the dark corner by the emergency exit, I see a younger man kneeling and drinking piss from a big bear of a guy. The feeder makes sure that while most of his stream goes in the guy’s mouth, a lot is allowed to run down his chest and soak the pig’s jock. I am closer to the main door, where there is the coat check and the inflatable wading pool. The moment I notice it is empty, I see two men step into it and kneel. Mouths open and eyes pleading. I walk to the other end of the room to make sure the sling is up. It is. I gulp some water. I see the slightly older bear couple I knew from these parties and saw again on my trip to Palm Springs. (I went to a barbeque at their incredibly beautiful house—where piss was the dessert wine of choice…) I go over to talk to them. And grope. We hug and chat and soon the bottom of the pair is on his knees, coaxing my cock out of its pouch. “I just want to say hello…” he murmurs and takes me into his mouth. I love getting hard in an experienced man’s mouth. I harden up with just a few flicks of his tongue. He stays still and just lets my cock fully harden deep in his throat. Only then does he really lick and suck it. I chat with the top in the relationship and am introduced to a friend of theirs, all while my cock is being made thoroughly wet. They wander off. I get some head from a guy in his 40’s. He asks for piss. I think I might be ready and warn him it might be strong. That does not put him off—it excites him. It’s not a lot—but he is eager and pleased with what he swallows. I keep chugging water. And getting my dick sucked. Finally, I feel like I have some piss. I see the bear couple at the sling. The top is fucking a friend of his who has a long white beard. It covers a good portion of his chest. They welcome me. The one who got me hard pulls me next to him—so we are both standing next to each other on the side of the sling. The top fucks him hard. “Got piss?” White Beard grunts out. The bear next to me does. He covers the man’s chest and beard. I stroke my cock. “You should fuck him,” says the top. “You want this big dick up you?” White Beard moans—and gets a mouthful of piss for his trouble. The top pulls out. I taste White Beard’s hole for a moment, savoring the piss that has sluiced down his ass crack. I stand up and fuck. It’s now the top’s turn to piss White Beard. He aims his jet at the man’s face while I fuck, our bodies making a sloppy, wet sound as we rut. As the top’s piss eases up, I fuck harder and then pull out. The bottom is right there to clean my cock. He does it, savoring the man’s ass jizz. “Now fuck me…” He bends over, holding onto the sling frame. I push into his ass. “Fuck him good,” barks the top. He moves around so he can really see my dick plowing into his lover. I fuck. Hard. The top points his cock at us and unleashes. I can’t believe how much piss gushes out of him—as he’s just unloaded on White Beard. I love hot liquid pouring off the bear’s back and onto my dick, before dripping onto my balls and boots… * I notice a bearded Latino. He is fucking a lot of guys. Always bending them over and pulling out to piss on their backs. He is working the corner near the sling and I have been getting my cock sucked by others while I watch. He fucks a fourth guy. He is now positioned so he can watch my dick as he fucks. He pulls out. Pisses. The guy moves away—very happy. “That’s a big dick.” I grin and nod. To my utter surprise he waits until my current guy is finished sucking—and takes his place. I love the feel of his beard on my wet balls. After a few moments of head, he pulls off, stands up and pisses all over my cock and balls. He goes right back to his knees, kneeling in the puddle of his piss, to lick me clean… * My favorite piss bud, Tall Guy with Tats is here. We have chatted. He’s sucked my cock in front of others. I have eaten his hot ass as he’s had others in his mouth. We’ve even fucked a little with him bent over. Now it’s time to fuck him right. We head to the sling. It’s canvas—and soaking wet. There is a lake of piss under it. He hops in, leaving his flip flops on the floor so his feet don’t drip on me from the stirrups. I hunker down, my face finding his wet ass crack. He is a natural self-luber, and my brief fuck has gotten him going. I lick and prod and spit it back into him. From a bystander: “Fuck him with that big cock!” I keep rimming. Finally, I stand and sink my dick into him. His eyes go big. It feels so much better here in the sling. I begin a slow fuck. Two men, one on either side of us, are stroking to our sex. “If you have piss, cover him,” I say. “Aim at his dick so he fucks it into me,” says Tall Guy with Tats. I fuck. One guy watches a moment and then pisses on TGWT’s chest. My hand sloshes it around, and down towards his crotch. But I stop the moment the other guy starts pissing. He is aimed right at TGWT’s balls. My cock is being covered with hot piss as I fuck him. I can feel (and hear!) it being fucked into his gut. The guy aiming at his chest is done. The other pisser is finally petering out. I pull out and send my own jet of clear piss all over TGWT’s chest and chin. When I’m done, I hunker down. I eat his piss covered hole. TGWT moans. Out of nowhere, a steady stream of piss hits his balls and my nose. I slurp some up and push it into him. I keep rimming and drinking from some guy’s stream. I stand up. It’s a hot young man—and his stream is endless. I am back inside TGWT and the pisser is still covering my cock as I fuck it into TGWT’s puffy hole. He runs dry and, with a shake of his dick, he moves off. I look down at Tall Guy with Tats. His eyes are rolled back in total bliss. I bend down, still inside his ass, and lick up some of the piss eddying in the hollow between his pecs… (More to cum…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML: Piss Party One -- Getting Wet June 6, 2024

The Demon Seed I had been cruising Craigslist for a while looking for a Top to use my slutty boy pussy the way I needed to be used. I had posted a few ads and browsed the posted ones like mad trying to find just the right guy. I had just about given up when I received an email alert. "Hey faggoT", was the subject line, which immediately grabbed my attention. I love it when a Top verbally abuses me...it just makes me wet! I opened the email and was intantly drawn to its content. "I have jusT whaT you are looking for, faggoT. A big, hard, Thobbing 9" cock That jusT loves To pound liTTle faggoTs like you inTo ToTal submission. You will worship my cock, my balls, rim my sweaTy asshole and I will fuck you hard, deep and bareback unTil I breed your hungry, cumdump pussy. I can hosT and I have favors To keep you spun and greedy for MAN COCK all nighT long. Don'T make me waiT, faggoT! ~PozzedUpTop. I couldn't hit the reply button fast enough! I quickly typed a reply, telling him that I would love to be his cumdump. Just tell me where you are located and I will be there as soon as I can! I hit send...and waited... About 15 minutes later, I got a reply. "Nice to see you responded so quickly. Lets me know you are a hungry cumslut and need my cock in you. Here is the deal: Myself and 4 other poz guys are looking for a bottom bitch to breed. We won't be gentle. We won't make love to you. We will slam you, face fuck you and then we will relentlessly pound your faggot cunt until we each breed you at least twice. You WILL leave here knocked up. Understand, faggot? ~PozzedUpTop. I hit reply and told him I totally understood. I was more than willing to be bred by 5 hot Poz Top Men! I told him I had never slammed before, but I was willing. I sent it off. I got a reply after just a few minutes. "Ok, faggot. I live in the old church, the one just outside of town that was dechristened a few years ago. Your breeding and conversion are going to be part of a ritual. We are going to fuck you on the alter in the old sanctuary. Each of the Tops will be wearing masks. We are all Poz. The final Man that fucks you will be wearing a goat mask, he has full blown AIDS and he will show no mercy. Tonight, you WILL become Sarah Palin's cumdump...taking all of our demon seed! Ave Satana!" I got in my car and headed out. The thought of being fucked by 5 Poz Men and the fact that they were into Satanism fueled my thoughts. It only took me a few minutes to reach the old church...I knew exactly where it was located. I parked my car, walked up to the door and knocked. The door quickly swung open and I was greeted by 5 Men, all in long robes, wearing masks. One of the Men ushered me to a side door. I was told to strip, clean myself, put on the black jock strap that was haning on the wall and nothing else. I quickly undressed, cleaned myself and put on the jock. I then sat down and waited. Within a few minutes, the door opened and one of the Men entered the room. I was told to stand, turn around and present my asspussy for inspection. I did as told. He roughly shoved 2 fingers up my ass and checked to make sure I was clean. Then he inserted a rather large shard of Tina into my ass and roughly rubbed it in. My ass was suddenly on fire...I had never been booty bumped before either. Within moments I was hornier than I'd ever been in my life as the Tina took over my bloodstream. I was lead into the old sanctuary and taken to the alter. There was a large Pentegram on the floor around it with a black candle at each point of the star. I was grabbed by 2 of the Men and they forced me to my knees. A third man approached me and told me to give him my arm. I did as told and he put a tournequet around my upper arm. He pulled out a siringe and told me I had to ask for the slam. "Please Sir, slam me so that I can be your faggot cumdump for the evening!", I hurriedly replied. He found a vein and plunged the needle in. He told me to take a deep breath and he depressed the plunger. I had no idea how much he was giving me, but the siringe looked like it had a lot in it. As he released the tournequet, I got a hard cough...they all laughed. "He is ready", one of them said. I was suddenly surrounded by 5 very hard cocks, each wanting to plunge into my throat. I greedily sucked each of them, taking them deep in my throat and savoring the flavor of their delicious toxic precum. It didn't take long until my asspussy was begging to be fucked! They picked me up and placed me on the alter, my arms and legs were secured with leather restraints. My legs we up, so they had complete and open access to my my starving, twitching asspussy. One of the Men started to finger me roughly...opening up my hole for the onslaught of cock that was to come. As the first Man approached me with his cock throbbing obseenly in front of him, he asked me if I was freely giving of myself to The Dark Lord and if I was willing to accept each of the toxic demon loads there were about to be injected deep inside my fag cunt. I eagerly replied that yes, I was willing. With that he shoved his cock balls deep inside me. The pain was excrutiating at first, but quickly gave way to the most intense feeling of pleasure that I had ever felt. I wanted...no I NEEDED his cock inside me, pounding me hard and deep. I had to have his load inside me. He made me beg for him to fuck me, which I did...repeatedly! After about 10 minutes of hard fucking, his pace quickened, I felt his cock start to thicken and grow inside me and I knew the first Poz load of the evening was about to be injected inside me... Let me know if you are enjoying this...and I will write the next chapter very soon! Thank you for reading!

I've been drinking piss for a long time now, it's something I've really come to enjoy, whether it's drinking other men's piss or my own. Originally, I wasn't sure about it, but I genuinely enjoy the taste of it and I honestly feel like I could drink litres of it daily if it were safe to do so lol! 🤣 When I first started it, it was like a 'little addition' to the whole experience. I still enjoyed it, but the sex and being bred since I started barebacking has always been the main thing for me, as I'm sure it is for all other bottoms. However, over the last 12 - 14 months, I've found myself seeking out more piss drinking opportunities. When I'm in a sauna and sucking a guy off, I've gone from trying to gauge who would like to piss in my mouth to sometimes just asking them to do so. It isn't always received well and I get that. It's not everybody's kink. I'm finding that it's becoming more of an important part of the experience, I seem to want it equally as much as I want to get fucked. Even whilst I was out walking last weekend, I was walking through some woods and saw a guy taking a piss by a tree and I immediately felt horny, but not for him to fuck me, I just wanted to drinking his piss. I didn't approach him or ask him, but I really wish I did lol! I went to a gay sauna in Balckpool yesterday and had myself a dirty little time as I usually do. When I was in the gloryhole booths, when a guy was trying to put his dick through the hole, I was like 'hey, come here a sec, if you need to piss, please do because I'm happy to swallow'. Some guys responded well, one of them just went 'no problem pal', put his dick through and within a few seconds just started pissing a really strong stream and I throated it like my life depended on it lol! It's seemingly become just as important as being penetrated and having a man breed me and I'm honestly not sure why lol! Maybe it's just me becoming far more open to the watersports kink, maybe it's just a heightened phase of interest in it, I'm really not sure lol! But, I'd love to hear if anyone else has experienced anything similar! 😁

Prey animals evolve to avoid detection and predation. Predators evolve to hunt prey. The outcome of this evolution is that a prey animal knows a predator when he sees one, and vice versa. Any encounter that one picks with the other is voluntary, even if it's destructive. He knew I was a predator. I met him for the first time on my 54th birthday. I wasn't normally a birthday guy, but this one felt special for some reason. He was a new intern at the firm on summer break. It was the boy's second day, but he'd already looked up all the higher-ups' birthdays on Facebook. Boy wanted to make authority figures feel respected. He came too late to get to know me very well, so his gift was shitty. He looked up at me with his big, brown doe eyes and said, "Happy birthday, sir! I got you this fancy pen. I'm sorry my present wasn't better. Let me know if I can make it up to you!" I looked down at him and let my eyes speak my mind. The boy never followed dress code: his pants were too tight and his shirts were too large. He had long, soft hair and near-perfect complexion. He was about a foot shorter than me. His smile was beautiful, but it seemed to hide a certain wickedness. "I'm not a pen guy," I said. "Make it up to me." His face, which looked hurt at first, suddenly contorted into an empty, lustful gaze. He looked down at the bulge I'd never made an effort to hide. "Look at me, new boy. Can't misbehave on your second day." I put my hand on his cheek and stroked it. He was soft as butter. "I'm sorry, sir," he whispered. "You're gonna make it up to me, right?" "Yes, sir." "Good boy. You'll do just fine here. I'm gonna take you out to a drink tonight, okay? I like to get to know my new interns intimately." He blushed. Adorable. "Sir, I'm not 21..." "You have a fake?" He nodded his head. "I'm picking you up at your parents' place tonight after dark. Stay up til 1. I'm taking you straight to the bar." I did. I spent that Friday evening at the bathhouse. I got a lot of mileage out of it being birthday. Nobody was scared to take my loads that night. I'd lied and told them I was back on my meds. I got back to my place at 12:30. I rifled through my dirty laundry. I wanted to smell overpowering. I settled on a sweaty wife-beater I put on for the gym, the undies I'd had on at the bathhouse, and a pair of Levi's. I drove over to his place and texted him. The house lights were off, so his parents were asleep. He walked out nervously and sat in my passenger seat. He looked tired. "You're gonna love this place," I said. I took him to the Brothers' in Broadripple and poured long island iced teas into him until I could tell he wasn't gonna be coy anymore. I knew he was prey since I laid eyes on him, but it shocked me how willing he was to be hunted. After his second, he looked down on my arm until his eyes reached the biohazard tattoo on my forearm. He smiled shamelessly. He reached out and touched it, saying, "I heard men with tattoos like this were dangerous." I grinned. I don't know how, but the boy had already been corrupted. It felt pointless to go through the process of breaking him. He'd already been corrupted. But if he thought other doms pushed him before, he had no idea what was in store for him tonight. "That's right, baby. Where'd you learn that?" He hesitated and stuttered. "Um... on Twitter, I think." "You know what this tattoo means, don't you?" The waitress brought him a tequila shot I ordered while he was distracted. "I know what your tattoo means." he was stroking my tattoo, now. "Good boy. Tell Daddy what it means." "It means you're poz." "Good boy," I said. "Does that intimidate you?" He shook his head. "How old are you, boy?" He leaned forward and whispered, "I'm 18, sir. You weren't the only one with a birthday today." I pulled his hand away from my tattoo and onto my thigh. My cock was getting hard very slowly. "That means I'm legal, sir. I want a birthday gift, too." He reached his hand onto my cock. I could tell by his face that he was surprised—pleasantly—by how big it was. "A gift I can keep with me forever." He was drunk. I bet he was watching poz play videos all afternoon, and the liquor brought it out of him. He clearly hadn't thought this through. He was horny and trying to live out a dangerous, self-destructive fantasy. I let him. "I don't have any condoms," I said. He looked worried, like he was having a crisis of conscience. I bought him another tequila shot and his mood improved. "But you're mature enough to pull out. Aren't you?" he was still worried, but if he was offering himself an out, I wouldn't accept it. He needed to know what I had planned for him. "I'm not gonna pull out," I said. He moaned. I couldn't believe this kid. "You know I'm poz. You know I'm twice as big as you. I bet you stumbled on poz porn for the first time a little bit ago. You have a voice inside your head urging you to have sleazy, illicit, dangerous sex. You're addicted to the thought of your guts being flooded by a diseased pervert. Is that right?" He brought my tattoo up to his mouth and kissed it, letting a little spit linger between his tongue and my arm. "That's right." "It'll never go away. Never. You're gonna watch dozens of verbal poz play videos every day until you give in. Tease guys into raping you. Soon the idea of a guy being neg is gonna turn you off, make him seem like he's not a man." I stood up. "This is forever. Once you're poz, you're poz. If my dick is in your guts, it's because I'm gonna flood them. I'm not pulling out. There's no guarantee I'll infect you, so if this is what you really want, you need to know it's a commitment I won't stop breeding you until you're mine. You're drunk, and you'll hate yourself in the morning for choosing this, so think it over. But once I breed you, I own you." I knew what he was gonna choose, but he might never be able to forgive himself. Fine by me. I walked to the bathroom to piss. I had a lot of beer. 10 seconds in, the boy had made up his mind. He walked into the bathroom, dropped to his knees between me and the toilet, and aimed my piss into his mouth. He drank it for maybe 45 whole seconds, tapping the tip of my cock against his tongue and sucking the rest out of the slit. I was hard as a rock. His hand looked so tiny cupped around my balls. He licked as much piss off the urinal as he could. In that moment, I realized why I loved being 54. I was exactly three times as old as my preferred prey. I picked him up to his feet by the throat and carried him to the window. I forced it open, dumped him outside, and hopped out. I carried him over my shoulder, my big, strong hand on his soft ass the whole time. I put him in the back seat of the Cadillac and locked the doors. He looked scared, but his dick was stiff in his shorts. "No going back now, boy," I said. He almost looked like he regretted it, but he didn't fight back at all. I started to drive us to the nearest motel. If he knew what I had in store for him, he would've avoided me like so many other employees tried to. But this young piece of meat acted like he craved to be turned into a whore, and I was going to do it whether he really wanted to or not. "You got fifteen minutes until I turn that boypussy inside out for hours with my fat poz cock. Any last words, meat?" He looked like he was falling in love with me. "I wish I joined your firm two years ago..." "Happy birthday, boy," I said as I parked the car in front of a Red Roof Inn. "Get ready for your gift." TBC

My Playroom—April, 2024 Muscle Ass, the hot man working a contract in my area, was back for another few days. Between his work schedule filling his days and the gig I was doing on most evenings; we were forced to meet for another late-night session. We met on a Wednesday. We chatted a bit. He told me about an encounter he had the night before where he was fucked in the cab of a semi-truck by not one, but two drivers. Repeatedly, as both were multi-cummers. Hearing how awash his ass was with cum, hurried us along to get down to the playroom… Muscle Ass is watching porn, stripped to a jock, a harness and thick socks for the cool floor. As my bathrobe comes off, he goes to his knees in front of the sling. Seeing that hard ass framed by the straps of his jock makes my dick thicken. The idea that that ass took so much cum last night, makes me fully hard before his mouth totally envelops me. He feels very wet and hot. His tongue is active, especially around my piss slit as I am leaking precum. I mostly let him work my cock at his speed and rhythm, but I can’t help but once or twice hold his head in place and fuck his face. I let him come up for air. He stands with “Sorry, I need to go upstairs and piss.” I look at him. “I’d be happy to drink from the tap.” He looks intrigued. “Or,” I continue, “you could hose my ass crack down while you rim me.” “That one. Get in the sling.” I hop in. I elect to keep my boots on the chains, not in the stirrups. Muscle Ass kneels and his tongue finds my hole. No trailing down from my heavy balls and across my perineum. No, his tongue zeros in right on my tight pucker. He groans. I moan and uncap the poppers I keep for being rimmed. His tongue is so deep, so fast. I close my eyes and babble about how good it feels. MA spits on my hole. His tongue spreads it around, poking some into me. He does it again and again. I concentrate, stopping my stroking for a moment, and will myself to piss. It’s not a lot, but some pale piss flows down over the balls and down my ass crack to his waiting tongue. He groans again, and licks me clean. He stands up, determined to hose me down. But he’s hard. Too hard. He curses at himself. I tell him to shut up and eat my ass… * Muscle Ass is now in the sling. I am kneeling on the slightly damp throw under it and eating his ass. I can’t stop thinking about the big dicks that were fucking him last night. I stand up and slide in. He grunts. I pause and let him adjust before really starting to fuck. His ass is wet and hot. I begin to plow him. “Fuck, yes!” he moans. I fuck harder yet. Abruptly I stop, pull out and make him taste his ass on my cock. He swallows me down, making the sexiest sounds deep in his throat as he cleans me up. I fuck him again. And again. Each time, his mouth is just as hungry to taste himself. We switch to the bench. He can’t take his eyes off the mirror to the side. He watches me rim. He sees me stand up. Insert. And plow. He groans and curses and tries to hold off using poppers and loses the battle. I fuck that much harder as the vapors hit. I pull out and bring my wet cock to him. He cleans me. “And my balls,” I remind him. They are awash with ass jizz. He licks and sucks each orb, carefully, into his mouth. I go back and lick his ass, enjoying the same juices that he has just ingested. I fuck once more. More cleaning. “I need to stretch.” Muscle Ass gets up and does just that. I notice his dick is totally soft after all the hard stretching of his ass. “Still got to piss?” “Fuck, yes. Get back in the sling.” I do. I take a hit of my poppers. And in moments I am being pissed on. No, not just pissed on, but hosed down. With a fucking fireman’s hose. It just keeps going and going and going. A powerful, never ending blast of piss. My ass is incredibly wet, my balls, my cock… And now he is on his knees, licking it all up. He spends most of his time on my ass, but my cock and balls are cleaned too. When he has a mouthful of his piss, he brings it around to my mouth. It starts as I nice fluid swap. But it builds into a kiss of dueling, hungry tongues. He reluctantly breaks it. The lured of licking my ass is too strong. He all but wrings out the hair in my ass crack with his tongue. We kiss once more. And I tell him I need to fuck him. It’s getting late—and I am so ready to unload my balls. We change places. I kneel on the very wet throw. I open his hole once again with my tongue. Today he has very pronounced ass lips from the fucking he took the night before. I savor them. They are now so puffy they fill my mouth, making my cock drool. I fuck him. Long, hard strokes. Making the chains sway. Then I stand stock still and push the sling away—and him off my cock—before pulling him back onto me. Again and again. One more round of rimming for me as he poppers up. I stand, his taste still on my tongue. I get halfway into his puffy hole before I explode. Half the load drips down his crack—the other half is deep inside him. My tongue soon finds it all… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Muscle Ass and the Power of Piss April 18, 2024

Yesterday afternoon I was in a sling at CCBC in Palm Springs and this dude was fucking me. After a little while he paused and asked me if he could piss inside me. Being the good sub that I am I told him it was his decision. He filled me full and continued to fuck me for another 20 minutes. It was so fucking hot. It ended with his load mixed in with a lot of piss. After he finished I walked back to the room with piss dripping down my legs. Hard as hell just thinking about it.

Went upstairs to the bathroom in a department store this afternoon while shopping with my husband. He didn’t have to go so he waited outside for me. The department store was not busy at all so it was a great place to cruise. Like no one would go up there. But in walks a guy who goes to the last urnal as I’m sitting in the stall taking a shit. I hear him take a piss but he just stands there without pulling up his zipper. I finish up and take a look. He was pretty hot. I wanted to go look at his dick and blow him but it was way to risky. My husband had already walked in once. I totally would’ve blown him and swallowed his load or let him breed me. We talked on Grindr after and were into each other. Guess I’ll have to take a trip without my husband. This was at Sears in the Florida mall. If anyone knows anymore cruising spots in and around that area let me know.

On a hot Summer evening, just as the sun was setting, Alex Russo sat on a park bench, smoking a fatty. Best described as an otter, Alex is 6' tall, 180 lbs and covered, head to toes in a carpet of curly black hair, with a mane of wavy black, shoulder length hair and sporting a scruffy goatee. Dressed in purple shorts, a yellow tank top with PIG printed in bold letters and drenched with sweat, he was truly a sight to behold. The weed was potent and Alex zoned out until he felt a finger poking his chest. "Hey there, pig! Seeing you here, all sexy, hairy and sweaty, I had to meet you! My name's Jack Babbitt, Blackie to my friends and I hope you'll be my newest one! I ain't seen you here before, so I'm guessing you're new to the area." Blackie was a dark skinned man, 5'6", thin, with a huge, old school afro, thick full beard and stache. He was bare chested, with both of his nipples pierced, and he wore a pair of baggy red basketball shorts which did nothing to hide his cock. "If I was out of line calling you pig, please forgive me!" Feeling a stirring in his own crotch, Alex replied, "There's nothing to forgive! I'm Alex Russo, but I've been called many names, all accurate! Just moved here a week ago and wouldn't you know, my air conditioner went on the fritz 2 hours ago. Sexy is what you see looking back at you in your mirror! Your pierced nipples look so chewable!" Blackie wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Some guys get into tats, but in my case it's piercings! My air conditioner is working fine, so if you want to come to my place, you can chew on my pierced nipples and check out my other piercings! I do bite, but only when asked and only as hard as you like! One more thing, I hate being alone when I party and I don't mind sharing, but if you don't indulge, I'm cool with that! What do you say?" Licking his lips, Alex said, "You just made me an offer I can't refuse! I party and I'm willing to kick in for my share, unless you prefer another arrangement! One thing you need to know, I'm poz and undetectable! Never had a condom on or in me, so if that makes a difference, I'll understand!" "Music to my ears!" Blackie exclaimed with a broad smile. "I'm just like you, except for the fact that I tried getting fucked with a condom once and it was so uncomfortable that I told the guy to take the condom off or take off and when the guy chose to leave, I had no regrets! Honestly, if your butt is as hairy as the rest of you, I'm gonna enjoy fucking you and my ass is yours to fuck!"

Even in big Midwestern cities, driving an hour in any direction will land you in the middle of nowhere. You'll see a lot of corn, soybeans, windmills, grain silos, etc. You also see a lot of abandoned houses—barns, mostly, but buildings that look like they haven't been repaired or even lived in for decades. They look scary, right? Like people might've been killed in there. When I used to pick college boys up from campus and tell them I was driving them to one of those houses, they looked scared. They'd say: "damn, that's pretty far away. Are you like a serial killer or something?" with a little nervous giggle. But every time I showed them the pic of my rotting old two-story house, miles away from any law enforcement, their holes twitched. You can smell a faggot out by how much they love the idea of going missing. College is tough. Most of these boys are coming from places that didn't give them a lot of chances to fuck in a normal way. That meant they watched a lot of porn, and got desensitized to danger real fast. I'm 58 myself. It wasn't tough pulling millennials—I look like fucking incarnate—but Gen Z had access to hardcore bareback porn, on-demand, whenever they wanted it. The ones who slept through sex-ed and safety talks because they were bored. It was a shooting gallery. I was so good I started monetizing it. I work construction in the college town, which means I get a great view of all the young men coming and going. I was sweaty, and worked long, so I got a lot of stares. I made a note to follow them back to their dorms and slip a little piece of paper under the door. I called it "Faggot Rumspringa." It's an Amish thing. They send new adults out into the real world—the world of fucking, getting high, etc.—and if they like it, they stay. I flipped it the other way. I started offering three days in my house to live out the wildest, nastiest, freakiest fantasies they had. If they tired out and realized pig life wasn't for them, they got driven back. I made $1000 a pop off these boys. It was a private school. They could afford it. If they didn't tire out, they stayed. Indefinitely. Sometimes I'd leave them in a room and realize I couldn't feed them anymore. I spend most of my money on my business and my lifestyle, so I don't have a lot left over to feed the faggots. I'd drop 'em off in the woods for a laugh, or offer a weekend with the good ones to buddies deeper in the country. I left one in the dump outside his dorm with a 12" dildo up his ass. Over the last year, I'd had about 45 clients, and only about 5 of them stayed. 4 I got bored of after a week. There was one, though. One that never seemed to come back. If you watch local news in my city, you've heard about the case, so I won't use names. He was gorgeous. 19, swimmer, long blonde hair. This one paid $1500 in advance with a cute little smile, and as soon as he got in the car he dropped his shorts and showed me the widest, most gaping hole I'd ever seen on an under-21 in my life. I started going 110. When we got inside I went straight for the bathroom, and he followed me on his knees and drank up all sixty seconds worth of my piss. Then he begged me to step on his face before I even took my socks off. By the time I was fucking him he started begging me for a baby. I think he said "breed me" a hundred times a minute. He was into everything. He ate my ass like it was oxygen. He let me use him as furniture. He took both my hands in his hole and squirted everywhere taking them. He drank his own piss and called me his Dad's name. Twisted stuff, but he never bored me. When his three days as a pig were up, I put the question to him. He said yes as soon as he could. "I was kind of planning on you reaching out to me, actually, but I don't know how you found me," he said. "I've wanted this for so long." "You know about me?" "Someone told me about you. I think you're the love of my life. I want to be your little cock-sleeve forever and ever and ever Daddy. I'd put a ring around your cock if it would fit." It wouldn't. I can go deep enough to put you in the hospital just by cumming. "And I have a surprise for you. Do you get cable?" "No." "I did something really naughty." This surprised me. I felt like I was on the defensive. "What, faggot? What'd you do?" "I made missing posters of myself and put them up all over the whole town. So now you can't drive me back for a long, long time because so many people will be looking for you." "What?" "I won't be like the others. I know better. I'll be here for a long, long, long time. You won't get bored of me. I promise." "You—" I was shocked, but a little flattered. I wanted to tear his god-damn head off his neck, but I wanted to fuck it first. He read my mind, dropped straight to his knees, pulled the sweats off my half-thick cock, and took every inch straight down to his stomach. He put two fingers up my ass and drank a load that I thought would choke him. He pulled his head back and smiled. He was a cute faggot, for now. "Alright," I said. "You'll get what you wished for." "They all did..." "What?" I was hoping he didn't know. I had a little secret I never bothered mentioning to any of my other sleeves. "Because you left a part of yourself with them forever, didn't you?" "You bet your ass I did," I said. He was stroking my cock with the palm of his hand, and I was getting harder already. "And now you gave me the same gift," he said, kissing the tip. "You pozzed me, Daddy..." I was hard as brick. "How'd you know, boy?" "Because the one who told me about you was my Dad... You did this to him twenty years ago, and he was disgusted with himself for the rest of his life. He got pozzed too and tried to keep it from us. I found a Polaroid he took of you, and when I saw you on campus leering at all my friends I put the pieces together. I won't make his mistake." He started kissing the tip again.He was right. I was starting to remember his father pretty well. He seemed pretty shaken. I heard from one of his buddies that he joined campus ministry. I was only thirty-nine then. There was a bit of a resemblance. But this kid wasn't his father's son. He had the soul of a pig, and had probably been in the closet so long that he couldn't go back. "Yeah. I gave you the gift. And your Dad. And the whole fuckin campus. And you look real fuckin' good in that missing poster." I turned him around and marched him to the fields. I bent him over and fucked him outside, in the daylight, standing up. He hadn't seen sunlight this whole time. "I'm never leaving..." "You're god-damn right, boy." They should've paid more attention in sex-ed. Too late, especially for the boy. His tongue is up my sweaty hole as I write this. He hasn't tired out this whole six months. Let's see how another six years does him.

People say, “Never meet your hero.” Whether it’s driving your dream car or actually meeting your idol in real life, there’s the risk you’ll be disappointed. It’s always a gamble. I feel it’s true for sex as well. You can have the most fucked up fantasies that make you cum far harder than your ordinary, vanilla fantasies—the kind of orgasm that curls your toes and give you a charlie horse. But what happens when the opportunity presents itself to live out one of those perverted desires that gnaw away on your brain during every waking moment of your life? Do you give into your lusts? Do you overcome the fear that springs forth when you’re confronted with the chance to be bad? Do you ignore all the people that have always told you, “Some fantasies should just remain fantasies.”? Do you give in willingly to the demon inside which is tempting you with depravity? Or, do you need some help in slipping down into the dark morass that has been building and bubbling up within you all this time? When Jay took me to the glory-hole for the first time, it unleashed a ravenous devil within me. All of my darkest desires that had previously made me fantasize about sucking and fucking anonymous cock had been magically transformed within in that tiny, smelly buddy-booth. I had lived out the intangible. I suppose there was always the possibility that my fantasies of how incredible it would be to be a glory-hole slut would be revealed as horrible lies in the actual throes of carnal action. I could have hated letting that first cock slip between my lips. I could have cried in pathetic regret as Jay allowed an unsheathed stranger’s cock to slide into my ass and proceed to pump me full of unknown seed. But, that didn’t happen. Instead, it was as if I was proven right. The truth about myself was exposed; I was a deplorable slut and now Jay and I both knew it. Not one to take his foot off the pedal of depravity when it came to me, Jay and I were going to an unknown location in the middle of the night the following Friday after our glory-hole adventure. I was dressed in a pair of loose, nylon tennis shorts with no underwear, a tank-top and some sneakers. I definitely didn’t feel dressed up, but my lack of underwear underneath my loose shorts made it clear that I was dressed for easy access not as a fashion statement. This fact made me feel like a completely disposable whore, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. The hornier I was, the more likely I was going to make the type of bad decisions we both enjoyed taking place. It was almost midnight when he pulled off at an exit and stopped at a 24-hour truck stop. Curiously, he parked rather far from the front door of the convenience mart. We were off to the side of a line of idling trucks and underneath a broken parking lot light. Jay disappeared into the store area while I sat alone contemplating the uncertain night ahead. I wondered how sore my throat or asshole were going to be 12 hours from now. I watched a tiny version of Jay through the windows of the store. He darted up and down aisles looking for things. Finally, he along with a rather burly looking trucker exited the store at the same time. Both men stopped on the edge of the sidewalk in front of the store and were clearly talking. Did he know this guy? Was this going to be my evening’s entertainment? Jay and the bearded trucker continued talking until I saw Jay point towards his car with me nervously situated in it. “Seriously?” I thought as some nerves began to take root in me. It’s too bad that my cock didn’t know better as it poked down and out the left leg of my shorts—its pink head and some shaft clearly showing. Both men began walking towards the car with Jay holding a white, plastic bag in his left hand. I could feel my heart thumping away and my pucker clenching like a vise. Perhaps I wasn’t the bastion of slutdom that I thought I had so easily become thanks to a few hours in a glory-hole 7 days prior. Jay opened my door and told me to get out. I stood up outside the car with my awkward boner popping out the bottom of my shorts. “See! I told you he’d be hard,” Jay said. The stranger grabbed the exposed part of my cock and I shivered. He ran his large hand up my shaft until my shorts got pulled over my cock and balls. “Mmmhh that’s a nice cock there boy,” he grunted while stroking me. I remained dumbfounded and silent. “It’s nice, but this is his real prize,” Jay said turning me to face the car. The trucker had let go of my dick as I turned and jay pulled my shorts down. I knew what was expected of me in this moment despite my fears and anxiety trying to make me forget. I bent over and placed my hands on the edge of the passenger seat I was just sitting in. As I spread my feet apart, the trucker commented, “And already trained I see.” I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my ass that I assumed was the trucker’s. “He has...potential for sure,” Jay replied. Somehow his words seemed to turn me on as the trucker’s meaty paws squeezed and pulled at my cheeks. I looked down between my legs as saw the trucker get down on his knees. The next instant I felt a wiry beard scraping against my soft ass and a tongue lapping at my hole. The stranger bathed my tiny, pink hole with his immensely wet tongue. “Mmmhh it tastes as yummy as it looks.” While I couldn’t quite see, I could hear him begin tugging vigorously on his cock as he kept trying to force his tongue inside my asshole. It was the first time anyone had rimmed me, and I’d be lying if I said it was anything less than amazing. It dawned on me as the tip of his tongue had finally managed to force itself inside me that this was taking place in a relatively open, public space. I could hear trucks coming and going in front of Jay’s car where I was having my fuckhole tongued. I wondered what they might be thinking as they saw us. Perhaps this wasn’t something entirely uncommon—just another set of truck-stop holes getting used. What if more truckers were lining up behind me for their turn? The thought was as scary as it was titillating. Lost in thought about what people might be thinking about us and who might be next with my body, I didn’t even notice that the trucker had stood up and had stopped rimming my now soaking wet hole. “Do you mind if I…” the stranger asked. “Not at all, but it looks like you may have a hard time getting that in there,” Jay said with an impish chuckle. Oh god...this guy must have a monster dick. I grasped onto the edge of the seat as hard as I could and bit my lower lip. I could feel the copious amounts of slobber running down my balls as I waited for the inevitable. “I also don’t have…” the stranger started to say before Jay interrupted. “He likes it raw. He had his first raw cock at a glory-hole just last Friday and fell in love with being impregnated like the bitch-boy he is. Isn’t that right, slut?” I was instantly relieving in glorious detail that anon dick sliding between my cheeks and into my nervously, tight and quivering ass. God, it felt so wrong but so fucking good. My lips parted briefly, “Yes, Sir,” I moaned before biting my lip again. “That’s not very enthusiastic,” Jay admonished. “Ask this man for his cum inside you. Tell him how much you crave a stranger’s cum injected deep into your boy cunt.” A nervous as I was in the moment, being talked to like that by Jay always unleashed a dark energy in me. I would become something sub-human. He knew the exact right things to say to keep me in the insane moment at hand no matter how much my logical brain told me to stop behaving immorally. “Please, Sir,” I moaned. “He’s right. I crave dick inside me. Any cock. Any time. Please fuck me full of your cum. My body needs cum to survive.” The words flowed past my lips unfettered by any sense of right or wrong. They just lept forth from me seemingly beyond my control. Perhaps it was the demon within taking charge now and I was just a bystander. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned as I felt him pressing the giant head of his cock against my wet hole. “Ohhh god,” I moaned softly as my fingers went white clutching the seat in front of me. “No god here, boy. Just my fat cock ruining your asshole in a truck-stop parking lot.” I grunted in pain but kept my teeth firmly biting down on my lower lip. I shut my eyes. All I could picture was a baseball bat trying to force itself inside me. The trucker grabbed my hips and pulled me backward as he pushed even harder forwards. My hole may have been slightly penetrated by his tongue, but it was by no means ready to be busted open by his king kong cock. “Fuuuuck,” I grunted in agony. He was finally making progress violating me. It felt like my asshole was slowly being stretched open to the point of tearing. “At least if it tore open, you’d take his fat prick easier. Men love busting open a fresh cunt like yours,” the demon teased softly in my mind. “Ooohhh fuck,” I moaned. Suddenly, I could feel him pop inside me. There was a brief reprieve in pain and the sensation of being torn apart, but then he began throttling my ass like a cheap whore. The pain and feeling of be split into two was now a constant sensation along with the added feeling of being impaled by a bowling pin. The stranger grunted deeply as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips. The sounds of his balls and thighs slapping against my ass seemed to echo in my ears—even over the sounds of all the traffic around us. The only interruption to the symphony of my anal assault were the moments when he’d stopped momentarily to spit on his engorged shaft before returning to his animalistic humping. It’s not like the teaspoon of spit even made a difference. I was essentially being dry-fucked by an elephant’s cock. The intense pounding seemed to go on forever. My legs and arms were quivering, and my asshole...my asshole was on fire. Several staccato pumps followed by an unholy growl and grunt echoed in the car where my head was. I felt his heavy, hairy balls come to rest against my own. Now the once forceful pumping had become a few, brief twitches as he began fertilizing my ass. I could see it perfectly; his swollen head spurting thick ropes of off-white cum into my bowels. My torn up and raw insides would be suddenly drenched in his thick spunk, and then it would slowly pool up and begin to become absorbed. Soon his seed pumped painfully deep inside me at this random truck-stop parking lot would fuse with me. I opened my eyes finally and looked between my legs. My cock was achingly hard. A glistening string of precum hung several inches from my tip—lightly swaying in the breeze of this depraved night. After about a minute, I could feel the once impossibly hard dick inside me gong flaccid. His balls now fully drained inside me, the trucker’s cock slid out from my gaping asshole with a squelching sound. “Mmmh that was quite the treat. You’d make some good money whoring this bitch out to guys parked here on a night like tonight. We get tired of the same old lot lizards and their busted holes. Some fresh meat would be greatly appreciated.” “That’s tempting and something I hadn’t considered. But unfortunately, I’ve got other plans for him tonight. Maybe next Friday night,” Jay replied. “Put him in a skirt, a slutty top and some heels and you’d rake in the cash. I’d better get back to my delivery though. Thanks for the cum dump,” the nameless trucker said zipping up and walking away. I started to stand up when Jay immediately intervened. “Kneel down in the seat with you head down and ass up in the air hanging out the door.” I climbed onto the seat and got in to position while wondering how much of my donor’s cum had been absorbed. I could hear Jay going through the plastic shopping bag he had come out of the mini-mart with. The sounds of cardboard boxes opening was followed by him tossing two green boxes onto the floorboard next to me. “Fleet disposable enema,” I silently read. No sooner than I realized what was about to happen, I felt the rough tip of a nozzle being pushed into my asshole. I grunted softly as it scraped against my raw flesh and listened to the sounds of him squeezing the bottle. “Here,” he said. “Hold this one.” Jay reached in and handed me the deformed, empty bottle of enema solution. Then I felt another prick as he pushed the tip of the second bottle into me. This time I felt the fluid rushing into my bowels as he squeezed every last drop from the bottle. Reaching into the car, he opened his glovebox and produced an extra-large, bright red silicone buttplug. Jay wasted no time in pushing it into place in my quivering fuckhole. I still felt uncommonly loose and sore after the pounding I had just received. Next, Jay grabbed the bag, boxes and my empty enema bottle. “Take this trash over to bin over there.” “By the bathroom door?” I said hesitantly. “Yes. Hurry up. We don’t have much time with all that in your ass.” I stood up feeling the large base of my plug rubbing against my soft ass-cheeks. I started to pull up my shorts that were laying on the ground outside the car. “No. No shorts.” I would protest but I knew that it would be futile. With my cock still hard despite the circumstances, I quickly walked across the parking lot towards the trash bin near the outside bathroom’s door. Several truckers walking to and from the mini-mart cat-called me. I could feel my face burning red with embarrassment even as my dick continued to leak. As I returned back to the car, Jay had a devious smile on his face. “Maybe we should come back here next Friday night. You aren’t even dressed up and you’re getting a lot of attention.” Jay stuck his arm out towards me. My shorts hung from his pointing index finger. “I could always use some fun money. Would you like to earn me some money?” Grabbing my shorts and slipping them on, I found myself saying that I’d love to be his whore without even thinking twice about it. We got back into the car and resumed our trip to a destination I was still oblivious to. Twenty minutes later I could feel the churning in my guts. The double-dose of enema solution was kicking in. Even my upper lip was beginning to sweat as I twisted and winced in my seat. Jay laughed and grabbed my cock with this right hand as he drove. “That ass about ready to explode?” “Yes, Sir,” I whimpered as my abdominal discomfort was at odds with his stroking of my dick. “I need to go soon...really soon.” “Almost there,” he said taking the next exit that appeared around the bend in the highway. We drove a short bit in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere when suddenly a large metal building appeared sitting nestled among the tall trees. As we pulled into the gravel lot, I could see the signage indicating it was an adult bookstore and theater. My heart began to race with anticipation. There was a surprising amount of cars, pickups, and even a few semis scattered piecemeal on the expansive, poorly lit lot. Jay drove us to the farthest, darkest corner of the lost and backed into an unmarked spot. Turning off the car, he looked at me. “Okay then. Do your business.” “Where?” I asked legitimately confused. “Right there. In the grass behind us of course. Go on, before you shit all over the inside of my car. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised. I don’t know what I expected to happen. So, I carefully got out of the car with cramps raging through my guts. I had to hold onto the side of his car and stay bent over partially or it felt like I was going to die. You could hear the gurgling and bubbling deep with my bowels. Jay had gotten out as well and was already behind the car by the time I was able to limp back there. I slipped off my shorts once again and placed them on the trunk. I look over at Jay who had his phone out and was recording me, but I didn’t have time to give that fact much thought. I had to shit so badly that I just needed relief no matter what. I got down on my hands and knees and reached behind me to find the base of the plug. With a firm grip, I yanked it out as fast a humanly possible and pushed my ass backwards. A torrential out-pouring of shit and enema liquid exploded from me. I couldn’t help but moan a deep sigh of relief as the brown fountain seemed to go on forever. I eventually looked up to see Jay rubbing his cock through his pants while still recording me. A few wet farts and grunts later, literally everything that was inside my intestines had been blasted over the grass and into the trees behind me. I don’t think I had ever felt so utterly empty before. Jay reached into the open window of the backseat and tossed a packet of wet-wipes in front of me. I looked back up into the phone’s camera. “Now you clean up.” I found it oddly erotic wiping my ass while he recorded me. Thankfully, the enema had done most of the work and it only took a few wipes before I was sparkling clean. “All done, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” I said standing up. “Good boy. Put your shorts on and sit back down in the passenger seat.” I slipped my shorts over my semi-erect cock and returned to car. Jay fumbled around in the trunk before walking to me with his hands behind his back. “What’s going on?” “It’s time to make this evening fun for you,” he said while showing his hands. In one he had a syringe and in the other a rubber tourniquet. “No no...I don’t do,” I started to say. “Shhhh...it’s just a little happy juice to help you enjoy tonight more. So you don’t get...overwhelmed by all the attention.” By that point I could feel the tourniquet squeezing my arm tightly while Jay tapped on the inside of my forearm just below my elbow. I closed my eyes just in time to feel the prick of the needle pierce my skin. It burned at first as he began to depress the plunger, but after a few brief moments the burning turned in an overwhelming warmth. I could feel it traveling through every inch of my body until I was embraced completely. I felt like I had begun to float on a pillowy-soft cloud high above my body which itself had begun to slouch into the passenger seat. I felt detached from my brain and all of its useless thoughts of anxiety and morality. Jay chuckled, “Look at you all relaxed and happy. Time to start the fun.” He reached down and helped me to my feet. I practically floated above the ground as we walked across the lot toward the entrance. Once inside, he didn’t bother to parade me through the aisles like in the other sex store. Instead, we meandered through a darkened hallway into a private theater. The room was built as a stadium with five tiers and each tier had five, four-person leather couches placed side-by-side. In the front of the room at ground level was a long carpeted bench that was full enclosed a few feet from the projector screen that had porn playing. We moved up to the middle row and sat down in the middle of the center couch. The black, cum-stained couch felt like heaven as my body absorbed into it. The porno playing was a blurry mess in my eyes, but the audio of the hardcore fucking taking place had brought my drugged cock to life. As I haphazardly pawed at my erection with my shorts still on, a stranger suddenly slid into the cushion next to me on our couch. His hand moved mine off to my side and then slid under my shorts. He began playing with my loose balls and rubbing the palm of his hand against the length of my shaft. Jay grabbed my right hand and placed it on his rock-hard cock that he had snuck out of his pants without my knowledge. As I began stroking Jay’s dick, the stranger on my left had worked some fingers down between my legs and was toying with my hole. I was moaning like a bitch in heat and wiggling my hips around to give him access. I suppose my moaning and gyrating had drawn some attention from the other patrons. My eyes caught the blurry visage of a hulking man moving up the stairs towards us. This Goliath came down our row and came to stand directly in front of me. He dropped his shorts to reveal the biggest, blackest cock I have ever seen. As the waistband snapped over his cock’s enormous mushroom tip, his dick bounced and swayed wildly until it came to rest hanging down at a slight angle. “You’re fucking huge,” I said drugged out of my mind. All three men surrounding me laughed as Jay reached into his pockets and pulled out a small, travel-sized, bottle of lube and handed it to the hung black guy. As he began rubbing the lube all up and down the massive appendage between his legs, Jay had quickly pulled off my shorts. Both he and the stranger to my left pulled both of my legs to my chest with their hands under my thighs. I sunk further down into the couch and felt my ass spread open wide. “You’re going to fuck me?” I asked in a soft, mumbled voice. “Of course he is,” Jay said. “That’s why you’re here tonight.” I looked down between my legs as his dark tip disappeared below my own cock and balls. “Ooh fuck!” I moaned. “He’s too big for me...I can’t...There’s no way,” I exclaimed as I reached to push him back from me as the head do his dick began to press against my asshole. “Just relax,” Jay soothed. “Let the drugs help you take him as deep and hard as he wants. Give your pussy to him.” I moved my hands to my sides and resigned to the fate that was unwinding. I watched in disbelief as the massive, black snake in front of me began to disappear into me. I couldn’t feel the extreme pain I expected to feel of him clearly busting my hole open with his enormous dick. All I could feel was a mild discomfort and tugging on my hole as his shimmering, lubed shaft began pumping in and out of me. It was a complete mind-fuck to be fucked so hard by something so big and not be able to really enjoy or even hate it. I felt more like a doll than an actual boy—some kind of “thing” existing between the living realm and Purgatory. “Does is hurt?” Jay asked. “N...n...no,” I moaned. “I don’t feel anything.” “Just like a disposable fleshlight,” he replied. “Made to never feel; just be fucked, filled and thrown away.” “Ohhh fuck,” I moaned right as the stranger’s large hands wrapped around my throat and began to squeeze. “That’s right,” he grunted as he leaned into me and began pounding me as hard as he could. “A little, white fucktoy for every man here to use up tonight.” My resulting moan as a result of his perversely-true words came out as a struggling gasp as his grip continued to tighten. My vision began to narrow as he ruthlessly pounded my numbed body into submission. My mouth was open wanting to breathe, but his grip rendered that fruitless. Instead, he chose to lean forward and spit directly into it and laugh. Eventually, as I felt I was about to pass out, the stranger in me grunted and remained motionless. I couldn’t feel anything, but I knew he was impregnating me with his seed. I wanted to feel something other than numb and empty-headed. I wanted to feel the rush that I did the previous Friday taking my first anonymous load in the buddy-booth. Instead, I just sat their bent in half pushed into the couch gasping for air as my insides were coated with strange cum. I had expected Jay and the stranger on my left to release my legs when the hulk between my legs pulled out of my ass and disappeared into the blurry darkness. Instead, another strange man was there stroking his bare cock at the entrance to my stretched hole. In he went without anyone saying a word—all while the moans and grunts from the porno playing filled the room. I noticed a small crowd of men around us. Some were standing over us from the tiered-row behind our couch. I could see them stroking their cocks overhead. Others stood in the row below us and some appeared to be waiting in line on either side of us. One thing that many had in common was their cellphones capturing everything. From flashes of light of still photos being taken, to the constant glare of their camera phone’s light as they video recorded me being violated, in my current drugged state it was a messy blur of action all happening at once. Jay was right. Had I not been injected with his happy juice, I probably would have been overwhelmed. And, bizarrely, there was something comforting about existing merely as a numb, brainless vessel for these men to enjoy. The little jackrabbit inside me second was far less girthy than the colossus before him. Perhaps he thought fucking me lightning fast would make me feel something. Sadly, he was wrong. I was barely aware his cock was inside me. Still, being inside my pre-stretched and seeded hole didn’t seem to both him. He happily grunted and thrusted away at his fucktoy. I felt something welling up with me I thought, but it was hard to be sure. Before I could really process what was going on, I had started pissing even with my cock solidly hard. That was a strange first for me. The stranger holding my left leg up against my chest grabbed my cock with his remaining free hand and aimed it directly at my face. Soon my hot piss was showering my face. Jay quickly latched onto the opportunity and opened my mouth with two fingers. It was the first time that piss had ever crossed my lips. I didn’t even think to spit it out. Instead, I greedily swallowed my warm nectar and felt it disappear down the back of my throat and into my belly. Some of the guys behind us must have enjoyed this. As urine slowly petered out from my cock leaving me with a soaked face and shirt, ropes of cum came shooting down onto me. I was suddenly a very filthy, wet, sex toy. My little jackrabbit fucker quickly drained in balls into me—perhaps not wanting to get any errant cum on himself. Jay pulled me out of my bent position and had me climb onto my knees on the couch. As soon as my head and arms went over the back of the couch, a pair of hands had grabbed my head and a cock was thrust down into my throat. I’m sure that I gagged and spit up as he began to face-fuck me, but everything was so ethereal and muted. As men took turns fucking my mouth and filling my belly with either cum or sometimes their piss, my asshole never seemed to be left unplugged. I don’t even largely recall things after this point. It became a blur of cocks slipping in and out of my drugged body. I was there. I was conscious. But, I existed on the outside—watching this theater slut being used over and over like a rag-doll. At some point, I slipped back partially into reality. Jay was driving us on the highway. My shorts were back on and my top was on as well (albeit covered in dried piss and cum). My stomach felt full to the point of me nearly puking. My mouth and throat were subtly aching, yet my asshole seemed nonexistent. I assumed I was still under the effects of whatever he shot into my arm. With my head leaning against the B-pillar, I watched the lights of the city emerge. We were close to home. I couldn’t really conjure the energy to talk as we pulled into his driveway. He carefully walked me into his place and laid me down on a guest bed still clothed and reeking of sex. I could see the morning sun’s rays starting to filter into the room as I closed my eyes. I slept for the next 12 hours dreaming that I had become sort sort of fuckable mannequin that was thoroughly abused in some dark warehouse. When I finally woke up and stumbled out into Jay’s living room, I could see him watching video he had recorded of the previous night on his TV. I saw myself bent over the couch with my holes being pummeled and a blank, doll-like expression on my face. “There’s my little theater slut!” Jay said stroking his cock on the couch. “I was about to come wake you up with this.” I moved slowly forward pulling my dirty shorts down. “That’s a good boy,” he said with a devilish smile.

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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

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

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

My Playroom—May, 2023 Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t get off at the bookstore, for the next day I got a text from Jack, the bearish man who has turned into such a fluid pig in my playroom. He wondered if I had time for a meet in the next couple of days. I did have the time—and I had balls I wanted to empty before my trip to Chicago. We found a time and in less than 24 hours, he was at my door… “I need to piss!” Jack announces as I open the front door. “Which way is the john, again?” I point down the hall and around to the left. He starts in that direction and stops. “I should save it. Let’s go to the playroom.” We do. I re-start the movie to give us some groans and piss splashings to accompany our own. I go upstairs to strip, leaving Jack to do the same. When I return in used jock and boots, I find him kneeling, naked, at the end of the fuck bench. “Give me your cock!” he whispers. I grind the yellowing pouch of the jock into his face. Jack huffs the fragrance deep into his lungs before his tongue begins wetting the fabric. He works the entire pouch until it is damp and only then do I take my hardening cock out of it. He swallows me down, taking me to the root on the first try. Soon my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle. I catch the strands each time he surfaces and smear them onto my dick. “Can you take a fuck? Or do you need to get rid of that piss?” “Fuck me.” He scrambles up on the bench. He knows my routine. I go to my knees and begin licking his hole. Jack’s ass opens on the first touch of my tongue. He is horny—and that’s fine by me. I spit one last time and push it as deep into him as my tongue will let me. I stand up. My cock slaps his ass. “Give it to me hard.” I glide in. He grunts as my cock stretches him out. I let him take a hit of poppers and begin the fuck. Hard and demanding. Jack groans loudly. He looks over to his side at the mirror tilted against the wall so he can see me ravage his hole. I slap his ass and he tightens down on my cock. I fuck. And fuck. “Let me taste my ass, man.” I obligingly pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cleans me—hungrily. “Let’s go to the sling,” I tell him. He gets up and is moves towards it. “I’m getting in it—you need to spray that piss all over my ass—and clean it up.” I hop in, resting my long legs on the chains. Jack kneels and begins rimming me. It’s my turn to groan. Almost immediately he stands up and begins to hose me down. Ass crack. Balls. The cock I’m jerking. And back again. The moment his bladder runs down, he is on his knees slurping up his piss. He cleans me up—and then concentrates on eating my hole. You can feel how much he loves doing it. He can’t stop—and I don’t want him to. I borrow his poppers for a quick hit. The moment the cap is back on it, I babble about how good his tongue is making me feel. I shut my eyes for a moment, but open them to watch him tongue fuck me in the mirror above the sling. He burrows in, spits and keeps going. He jerks his cock relentlessly as he pleasures me with his tongue. But soon enough, I want to be doing that to his ass. We switch. The moment I have his ankles in the stirrups, I kneel and begin licking the hole I fucked with such force. His ass lips are slightly swollen. I work them open until his hole is gaping. Only then do I stand up and piss on his relaxed ass. “Fuck that piss into me.” He’s read my mind. I don’t clean up all the droplets hanging on the hairs of his ass crack with my tongue; I fuck them into his already wet hole. Jack watches it all in the mirror above him. My cock pummels him hard. Over and over. I pull it out and move to his head. He cleans me up—enjoying the mix of piss and ass jizz. “Leave lots of spit on my cock—I don’t want to re-lube…” He does—and I fuck it into his hungry hole… * I need a break. I have been alternating fucking his hole, usually after a splash of piss, and then letting him savor all those flavors in his mouth. Now, I want some too. I get him out of the sling and spread the mat for the rimseat. I lie down and he sits, spreading his hole open for my tongue. I instantly get a drip of piss from what is clinging to the hair on the outside of his hole. I lick that up before burrowing into him. I have not pissed a full load into him, just a quick spurt, each time before I fucked him. He is seriously wet now between that piss and his own ass jizz. I can’t stop eating his hole. But he decides for me. He stands up. “It’s my turn.” We change places. He eats my much less damp hole. Suddenly, I stand up. I move around, lifting his legs to my shoulders and fuck him as he lies there, his face framed with the toilet seat. He grunts out his pleasure at being used. I have a mental flash of how hot it would be if a third man was here so he could be rimming him as I fucked. This thought makes me pre-cum even more inside him. I pull out of his ass and sit back down so he can rim me some more… * We have moved back to Jack being in the sling. My cock is deep inside him, hammering away. “Cum inside me...” Jack groans. “I want your load.” I am close. I have really hydrated for this session—and I know I won’t be able to cum with a bladder still full of piss. I keep fucking. Jack keeps jerking his thick cock. I pull out and in moments I am pissing a torrent of clear piss all over Jack. Just as much as I took from him early on. I cover his ass, his cock (which he stops jerking, he is so turned on) and his chest—then back to his balls and ass crack. When it’s done, I go to my knees and begin licking his ass crack. I jerk my cock. I can’t get enough of either sensation. And I’m there. I stand up just in time to fuck my load deep into his pissy guts… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Needs to Take a Piss (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 1, 2023