submissiveanarchist Posted July 12, 2013 Report Posted July 12, 2013 Freedom. The last time I felt it was the last time I took meth: when I was naked but for a black jockstrap, a black leather collar, a leash, and a nice, black leather ball stretcher, the kind with three buttons going a long way down, and a little loop at the end to hang stuff from. Heavy stuff. Well, so maybe I wasn’t naked, more like decked out as the slut I am, the slut I become once I’ve shoved a load of crystal up my ass. I’d just gotten kicked around the room by two guys, one whom I don’t remember, the other one an older hot French skinhead. In between kicks, which had driven me into the corner just below A staircase, I was sniffing poppers, desperately trying to get my own hand up my ass. When I put the bottle away, the kicks resumed, my screaming audible even above the bog-standard electro fuck-me music that filled the space: “YES, KICK ME, HURT ME, TREAT ME LIKE THE SLUT THAT I AM… I’M A WHORE!!!” At some point, I’m not sure how long it went on, the guys must have gotten bored or tired or turned off – or maybe I was showing signs of strain, and they backed off. I don’t remember. What I remember clearly is getting up again, putting my trousers back on (I’d put them in my bag – of that bag more below), and looking around me. Several people were staring at me, the looks in their eyes signaling a question mark: “What the fuck is that guy on? What a crazy slut…” I’d done it. Even here, at the Perverts Party on the Folsom weekend, I was the slut that outslutted the sluts. And the amazing thing I felt was: freedom. It’s now soon a year ago, at this weird party the night before the Pig Party in Berlin. At the party that hardly any of the hot guys go to, because they’re all waiting for the all-out fuck-fest-mayhem that is the Pig Party. But not me. Greedy little me was too impatient, too horny to wait. I had told both my boyfriends – I had two at the time, a confusing state of affairs that, luckily, no longer obtains – that I’d be off playing during the Folsom-Weekend, and that they shouldn’t expect much communication from me. I’d been to my dealer’s (or provider’s, as I respectfully like to call him) and purchased my usual weekend-of-excess package: pills, mdma, some ketamine, a few Viagra – and most importantly, some crystal. Everything else was ready too: the bag with the dildos (a fat buttplug, a sleak black double-dildo, and a fat white dildo with a suction cup at the bottom – I love sticking it to a wall and fucking myself on it like a bitch in heat), gloves, Crisco, poppers, the works. I’d gotten off early from the staff end-of-summer-party that my workplace organises each year, and by half past nine I was at home. The party was going to start at ten, and I love coming really early to a party, get high right away, and await the arriving guys with my ass open somewhere in a sling, or sitting on a bench playing around with a dildo in my ass. I jumped into the shower, shaved my balls, cleaned out my ass – thoroughly, after all, I wanted a truck to be able to drive through my ass and come out clean – and got myself ready. Which meant rolling a little cigarette with some tina in it to already get me high on the way there. A way which was mercifully short, as is often the case in wonderfully liveable Berlin. All I had to do was jump on my bike, and cycle the 5 minutes to Tresor. I even slowed down to be able to smake my little t-laced cigarette in peace. Then I got there. Hardly anyone waiting in line yet. Exactly how I like it. I stepped up, showed my ticket, and in I was. Up to the coat-check area, taking off my street clothes, under which I was already wearing my slut-outfit. God, I’m so impatient: the first thing I do after checking my coat is head straight for a toilet. On the way, I already some skinny dude with a big cock fucking a young twink in an ill-fitting harness. Fuck, I’m going to be one of the hot ticket items here tonight, I vainly figured. Time to get my ass ready for some real work, and to release my inner slut. I slipped into a toilet, pulled the various plastic baggies I had brought from my bag, and found the one with the letter T written over it. Almost there… Fuck, I’m such a slut… I was practically shaking with horniness as I found the lube to rub on my ass. I wanted to shove the crystal deep inside, and then stick the plug after. Searching, fumbling, opening, the liquid touching my ass, hot with the anticipation of meeting aunt tina again. Finally, my ass is lubed; I open the bag, stick my finger inside and lift a large chunk out. At least 0.1, enough to start me out. Quivering, my finger finds my hungry asshole, and shoves the shard deep inside. GOD, I LOVE THIS DRUG!!! The plug follows with some difficulty: the poppers I sniffed immediately after the drug entered my body notwithstanding, it was still a big plug, and my ass was still virgin that night. But no longer. The tina was already dissolving in my hole, my slut was already banging down the doors of any inhibitions I might have. Let the excess begin! To be continued….
submissiveanarchist Posted July 15, 2013 Author Report Posted July 15, 2013 (here's the next installment. sorry they're so short so far...) [incidentally, this is, at least so far, an entirely true story, the story of my last drug-and-sex-outing. It didn’t necessarily go as well as I’d planned, so some embellishments might be added further down to keep you all interested ;-) Also, this is my first sex story here or anywhere. So be gentle in your criticism] I love this part: as the drug begins to course through my body, releasing the inner slut that, during most of my life, I keep locked up. I’ve been in stable relationships pretty much non-stop ever since I turned 20 (I’m 36 now), and none of my partners have ever really understood this part of me, felt at home with it. But it was always there, craving at least periodic release. In this case, the pressure had built up over several months, and my body was crying out to be used, abused – and thus released. But we’re not there yet, not yet at the moment where I realised that the reason why I sometimes got so completely fucked up that I’d let myself be tied up and fucked by legions of men on camera if I ever had that opportunity was that it made me feel as free as only one other thing in the world can do. But more of that, too, later. As I said, we’re not there yet. As for now, my slut is just beginning to take over – by opening the door of the bathroom cubicle. I step outside, the fat plug still causing me some discomfort. What the fuck, ‘discomfort’. In the second it to notice the sensation it had transformed into lust and pleasure at the fact that, here I was, a pig amongst pigs, with a fat plug pushing the tina further up my ass – which, when I get high, goes from ass to pussy in no time. They will all to me like this, admire me, want me, fuck me, fist me, piss on me, kick me, spit on, call me whore and slut and slave. Well, there weren’t really that many other pigs there yet – it was still pretty early. Damn, a typical greedy slut’s problem: I had done my first cruise of the place, and there were only few people, and still less fucking. I started out by sitting between the dancefloor and the bar on a bench a little further back. The plug, it turned out, was a little too big to start with, so I leaned back on the bench, pulled it out with a plop, and immediately replaced it with two fingers – don’t want that useful stretching go to waste ;-) Of course, horny tina-slut that I am, I start fingering myself: if nobody wants to play with me yet, I’m fine fucking my own pussy. At least to start with. But seriously, wasn’t there anyone here like me, who comes to a sex-party already horned up? I know, I know: I’m a greedy, impatient little slut. Then again (and as I sit there with my fingers up my cunt, poppers under my nose and the tina inside all of me, I’m arrogant enough to think this so clearly), I’m also bloody hot enough to be fucked especially hard by especially big cocks. Or something like that. At 36, I look about that age – except when I smile what’s really rather a boyish smile for someone with such an ego. I’m about 1,86 tall, brownish-blondish hair (in summer – in winter it looks sadly somewhat gray), not particularly muscular but athletic and defined, and a nicely shaped cock of about 18cm. I have green eyes, a somewhat hairy chest… and I get the sense that I’m shit at describing myself. Suffice it to say that I look pretty fucking hot, and that I’m the kind of guy who can turn a regular party into a sex party if I’m in the right mood. Ah, important feature probably: a short bear and short hair, pretty much the typical Kreuzberg (Berlin) fag. Generally considered easy on the eye, with a little more ego than is good for me, or anyone. So here I was, leaning back on the couch, my fingers having been replaced with the double dildo – this one was my favourite. It’s not particularly thick, but about 35cm long, and I can just about manage to get it all into my ass when I try. This, I thought, would be a nice way to pass the time before more people show up: stretching my ass, showing all those who passed what a little whore I was. I lay there, the dildo going ever deeper into my ass, the music washing over me as the rock seemed to have finally dissolved completely. Fuck, I was high! I looked up after having closed my eyes when taking a particularly full nose of poppers, and realised that things had finally gotten started outside of my body as well. There were three guys standing around me, eyeing my whorish contortions with a mixture of amusement, interest, and in one case, a naughty, lusty grin. Two were apparently, a couple, looking at me as a bit of a fun turnon, but clearly not their thing. Too skinny among all the muscle guys? Too obviously already fucked on drugs? Whatever, it didn’t matter, their attention was enough for me. But the third guy, there was something interested. An older guy, clean-shaven, a long nose, a good but not amazing chest - not particularly hot, in fact, but with a fat cock, held in his left hand, sticking out of his chaps, and – this was the interesting part – his right hand raised as if to hit to me in the face. How the fuck he knew that I was into that I didn’t know, but when we locked eyes only briefly, an understanding passed between us. He let me take another deep hit of the poppers, all the while holding my gaze. Then, out of nowhere, he lifted his right boot to shove the remaining ten cm of the dildo into my cunt, and slapped me hard on the right cheek. “THANK YOU DADDY!!!” Another slap, followed by a kick against my ass, which now contained a 35cm double dildo. “THANK YOU DADDY, I’M A BAD BOY!” Unsurprisingly, the crowd around us got larger… (tbc…)
submissiveanarchist Posted July 19, 2013 Author Report Posted July 19, 2013 Unsurprisingly, the crowd around us got larger… and somewhat more involved. It seemed like people had caught on to the fact that here was a tall dom using a slutty bottom. I suppose we must have made for an interesting sight: I was lying flat on the bench, my head tilted up somewhat by the backrest, enabling me to look at myself, my (probably temporary) daddy-master, and the people watching us. In my eyes I no doubt had that lustful look that I get when I’m high on tina, when I need to be called names, spat on, pissed on, kicked and punched… But most of all, after the huge booty bump I’d given myself, when I need to get my ass filled. More precisely, when I need another man, or men, to turn my ass from being a regular guy’s ass into a sloppy, whorish cunt. You know what I’m talking about: that state of mind where all the impulses in your body seem to come not from your brain, or your stomach – let alone your heart – but from your ass. When you’re at a sex party, and there’s no cock to fill your ass for a moment, when you reach for an empty bottle of beer, anything, to fill the all-consuming emptiness in your pussy. Hmm, not a good description, but I think you all know what I mean… Crouching in front of me, the tall man looked into my eyes: “What have we here… are you a little drug-whore?” “Yes daddy,” I babbled, “I shoved a load of crystal up my ass, now I need someone to make me his slut.” “Well”, he responded, his intense eyes still holding mine in their grip, “I’m not sure you’re good enough to be my slave for the entire night – you know how busy big-cocked doms can get at a party like this, full of druggy little whores like yourself, and you seem to have way too much of your own plan to really, really submit to me. But let’s see what we can do for starters. C’mon boy, show us all what you’ve got up your little pussy… Come on, show us what a slut you are. That’s what you like, don’t you, showing real men that your ass isn’t a real man’s ass, but a little bitch’s cunt?” With those words, he gave me another hard slap on my cheek, pushing my head down on the bench, and with the other hand, he lifted my ass for the others who’d crowded in around us to see. Slowly at first, the black head of the double dildo emerged from my ass, to cheers and whoops from the crowd, who hadn’t seen me pushing most of it into what was now my pussy, nor had they seen that the kick he’d administered to my arse had driven the rest of the dildo all the way in, hidden for a while deep in my bowels. From my perspective, it looked beautifully obscene: inch by inch, the sleek dildo slid ever further out from my hole, as my head lolled back happily in the knowledge that I was a pig lying, almost naked and pretty high (though, as a part of me knew, not high enough yet: after this was done, I’d have to load up again – there was still a residue of inhibition in me, as my probably temporary dom had noticed when he had told me off for not being enough of a sub), amongst a bunch of men, all of whom would happily shove their cocks up my cunt if I let them; or if I got high enough not to care. Just as the dildo was about to fall out, daddy (I never learned his name, so for the time being, he’ll have to go by that name – in fact, I hardly remember a single name that night) grabbed it and held it, still staring into my eyes: “Come on boy, take a good nose of poppers…” I did as he commanded, sniffing a good three, four times, not knowing what was to come next. As I put the bottle away, in one swift move, he pulled out the dildo with his right hand, swung it high in the air, and brought it down hard on my chest just as he used his left hand to thrust his rock-hard cock into me. The strike on the chest disoriented me first, knocked my breath out a bit, but my body sensed that I’d just entered taken the first step to slut-heaven. He was fucking me hard, and though I hadn’t seen his cock all too clearly, it felt large, and it felt very hard. At the same time, he would occasionally hit me with my own dildo, gleefully shouting to the others: “Hey, check out this whore, I’m beating him up with his own toy and he’s moaning like a bitch in heat!” It’s true, I was: the first round of thrusts and hits coupled with the tina and the poppers had pushed me onto a sort of plateau, where all I could manage was to moan “yesdaddy, thankyoudaddy, makemeyourwhoredaddy…” like a broken record. Every now and then, he’d stop, and either him or one of the guys standing around would hold another bottle of poppers under my nose, making sure I’d stay right where I was, a little slut whoring herself out to these real men. Then it would continue: hard, rapid thrusts – he was fucking me like a stud fucks a bitch, not caring whether it felt good for me – alternating with hard strikes with my own dildo. Mostly on my chest, some in my face. Every now and then he’d try to shove the head of the dildo into my cunt alongside his cock, but didn’t really manage. Another sign that I wasn’t high enough yet – or stretched enough. I’ve no idea whether he fucked me with a condom (I’m poz, undetectable, but have gotten a bit paranoid about HepC – so I often get fucked with condoms), but I do know he didn’t come inside me. Suddenly, after what seemed like a quarter of an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, he pulled out his cock, grunting: “This bitch isn’t good enough to be bred by me…” and shot a load all over my body. With a almost kind, caring gesture, he placed the dildo on my chest, where his cum was running down my sides, looked into my eyes once more, and winked goodbye. The group standing around us had slimmed somewhat in size, as a bunch of guys must have drifted off the way you do when you want to fuck someone, but the ass is being used by a stronger man. Still, there were about four to five guys left, all with their cocks out, all in various states of hardness. They must have liked what they saw, as they were almost forming a cue right in front of my now exposed, pink rosebud. But, ritualistic sexparty-slut that I am, I had to disappoint them. After my first fuck at a party, I normally sit down somewhere to smoke a joint, let the place fill up, and then throw myself back into the excess. I placed my dildo back into my bag, put on the cargo trousers I carry inside (it’s a large bag, innit? The trousers are good when for a few minutes, you don’t want every horny man inside a place like this grabbing your ass – and given that I was already pretty high, knowing me, I’d probably just thrust my hole onto his hand), and found a more quiet place for a spliff. I roll quickly, and as I sat there smoking, I thought about my next moves. Back to the toilet stalls. Yes, definitely, a second booty bump, as I was still not quite where I wanted to be. And then I’d see where this night would take me… (tbc…)
ejaculaTe Posted July 22, 2013 Report Posted July 22, 2013 wonderfully perverTed..... This beginning is absolutely spoT on: "Freedom. The last time I felt it was the last time I took meth.... Well, so maybe I wasn’t naked, more like decked out as the slut I am, the slut I become once I’ve shoved a load of crystal up my ass."
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