Strangers

[Guest yelrom]

Love this story I need a Master like that

[pghpigbtm]

i don't know how i missed this story when it was originally posted, but i am so glad you brought it back Hamser - the narrator captures perfectly the contradiction of the true cum-dump.  at the same time a worthless, less than human, vile and contemptible receptacle for all cock no matter if it is big or small, young or old, misshapen, diseased, toxic and all loads but also a servant to a calling that fills the needs of so many men, rising to this service by performing acts that would break lesser mortals.

 

After a long, grueling weekend a top once put his arm around me and pointed at several of the other tops who had shared in using me that weekend and said, "don't ever be ashamed of what you are, none of those men could ever have done what you did this weekend - they wouldn't have lasted even half as long."  that was a revelation to me and let me see myself in a new light.

 

thanks for writing and sharing this story with us.

[hamser]

“Who are you?”

He was drinking his coffee… evening… In our timetable almost dawn…

I got fucked by almost 40 men on the ping pong table… until dawn the wolves were fed… sister moon should be pleased from the sacrificed lambs …three double slams… he took me to the sauna where we had spent a night few days ago… he fucked me under the shower stall… made me kneel and drank piss from three different men including the janitor of the sauna… then took me to the same 212 private room, where he gave me another slam and fucked me again … three loads, a piss inside and another load from the janitor again… yes… the slut in me is satisfied but still wired…

We had light dinner at the sauna bar… pasta with tomato sauce for me… a hot dog for him… then we went back to the room where we had a light siesta… we cuddled… his cock stayed in me all the time while he snored lightly… I couldn’t sleep… maybe nod for few minutes but that was all…  the slams were keeping me excited… I had water beside… I was drinking without taking his cock out… Yeap. I have my moves… all cumdumps should have their own “sheet music” moves to keep the Top happy and satisfied, even without him knowing exactly what you do or how you do it… what matters is the result… the cum in your ass, the smile on the Top’s face, his snore on the bed next to your ear… those are all what matter…

After the siesta in 212 sauna room, we came back in the café… a towel around our waist. Relaxed… like two friends who just happened to meet in a friendly all male environment… But relaxed we weren’t. Somehow, talk was a bit awkward between us… he would fuck me, make me a cumdump, slam my veins, piss on me, piss in me, share my hole with other fuckers, recharge me with poz loads, but words were not easy… Probably because of my thick accent … maybe it was his Viking accent… To be honest I could find poetry in his voice but I guess he could find only uncomprehensive mumble from my part after all the slams he was giving me. I do not blame him… a cumdump on a sling or on a ping pong table or kneeling on a bed in front of an open sauna door is not truly expected to carry any kind of logic apart from the self destructive mode… the hole offering to any cock doesn’t make any sense… and I am the one who definitely loses any kind of logic when the flash registers and the chems floats in my blood… no I am not going to ask for reason … or for words… so I won’t be bitchy for his awkward silence… It just happened that it was the first time I felt awkward… the other times the silence between us was sexy… now while he was drinking his coffee and me drinking my lemonade I had the feeling that the silence had its own weight… its own significance.

“Who are you…”

“You know who I am, what I am, and what I do in here… I am a cumdump… a damn tourist … a slam junkie… a servant to your cock or any other cock you tell me to… a poz cum seeker…”

“And is there something you want to be or it is just a phase… a fantasy trip… a kind of a two week vacation… “

I had to be careful on my answer… we were ready to cross the borders where fuck talk was becoming real people’s talk, even if we were wearing just towels around our waist.

“It has started as a long weekend vacation. I was supposed to get fucked by a cock … any cock on the dark basement we met… The slam was an extra bonus on that night… even with that I am content… but somehow things took another path… and the one night stand has become a kind of journey… And I have to thank you for that… the journey you took me was and is more than what I expected…”

Damn his eyes and damn his silence …

“This is not true life, you know it?”

“I have lived every minute of our meeting in truthiness” was my answer…

“Do you think you are capable of leaving everything behind and become a full time cumdump?”

It is a question that somehow I knew it was coming… SO it was my time to wear my Poker face mask…

“Full time cumdump for you or for someone else?” I asked hoping to avoid the answer.

“Any…”

“No… not for any… the way I connected with you I do not connect with anyone… My journey has to do with you… If it was not you I would be already back on the plane doing what I know best… be a man with a proper id, proper work, proper life, proper mask. But you see I am in the sauna getting fucked by anyone, getting slammed in double doses, and drinking lemonade. And all that because of you… Simple as that…”

“For me you are still a cumdump …”

“I know but the question is am I just another cumdump for you?”

The silence again… maybe I took it too far… maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t … If I hadn’t taken all these chems probably I would have kept my tongue… but I was wired… maybe even tired from keeping everything in balance… his and mine as well… enough from silence … enough from poker face.

 

“That is a good question which I do need to answer you.. after all I owe you at least this… and here is how I will find the answer… “

He drank one more zip from his coffee…

You rememebr the guy who fucked you after the second double slam…

I had my eyes shut with a piece of cloth so I couldn’t see him but I remembered that there was this guy with a really thick cock who came in me three times without even getting out from my hole.. yes… thick and hairy…

“Yes, I remember the fucker…”

“He is Bulgarian. He loves loading cumdumps and chem whores… he seems to be impressed by you . He keeps a motel with whores… male and female. Called Inferno… His customers are truckers, losers, junkies, homeless people… poz sluts… you name it… it is all there… He was impressed by your performance on the ping pong table… So he asked me to ask you if it is ok to hire you for a few days…  he will provide all the chems all the cock.. everything a cumdump like you desires…

“And what about you?”

“No I am not included in the deal. You go there you are all alone… no safety net… from the moment you are there you will take all the loads… you will take all the slams.. isn’t what you any cumdump would have asked for?”

“Do you want me to go?”

“I would love to see you take everything and everyone but since I am not included I have to admit it is a bit weird… In any other case I would just feel relieved. I am not used to have a second person at my place or share my cumdumps the way I did the last days… So I need to take some distance and think… and see where I stand and see where you satnd and what lies ahead… “

“Fair enough…” I said and I had another zip from my lemonade.

“If I go, am I going to see you again after all this Inferno thing?”

“That is a question I am not able to give right now… when I share I share in my own terms… I am present to the scene… Now this is completely new thing. Let’s say that in someway I am excited by the idea but in some other way I am furious by the idea… I feel territorial and that makes me angry not towards you but towards me .. I am angry with my self. I overestimated my control abilities…”

It was our first talk… our first real talk… our first real true talk. And we were both exhausted.

“Ok tell me what’s the deal”

“Ok the deal is that you go… It is your duty as a cumdump… a test to your limits… And while you are there I will test my limits. And see if your presence is important to me or you are just another slamming whore like the rest I can fuck in any sling…”

“Fair enough” I said. I could see logic… and I could see a sadness behind this bargain.

“Till then I need more cum in my ass” I continued… “let’s go and fuck some more… And there is some Tina for three more slams. I want you to slam when you are in me… look the janitor. He wants more of my ass. Let’s write on the blackboard that the 212 whore is looking for loads… and let’s spend the night like that… like the way we know … because after this night all will be changed… nothing will be the same… for better or for worse…. After Inferno nothing will be the same…”

And yes the bulge under his towel started to grow again. My Viking was back to his old self. A hunter looking to recharge my hole… a slammer looking to feed my veins… yes my kind of guy… Inferno could wait… at least for one more night…

[TTFN]

Great story, such an exquisite twisted mind.

Out of the fire into the Inferno.

[Negasswhore]

Very twisted story indeed, love it, and Inferno seems to be a hot place to have your ass sent to.

[hamser]

In the van... not much talk.

The Bulgarian speaks shitty english... he has the fly open and his huge dick is hanging hard... I asked him if he wanted me to suck him. But he said.

“i want ass not mouth”

and I want your ass slammed with cum before I fuck you...”

 

The motel was about 30 minutes drive... and the whole 30 minutes he was hard. About 23cm and fat... I was scared from what was schelduded for me in that motel but on the other hand I was way too excited. I had given my hole for two nights of breeding and slamming to all the truckers that he had arranged... He had promised no harm but I would collect all the cum no matter how old ugly small or big... and the slam doses were going to be big..really big...

 

Since I couldn't really touch the drivers dick I just sat at my seat thinking... I have to confess something. I don't like the silence of my thoughts. That is why I like chems I guess. When I Slam all my focus goes that at my asshole and the sliding cock. All my being my energy my whole ME is focused there... No need to think of any thing else but the internal need of getting bred. I let my body to be conquered by the feeling of the seed when it starts to flood my hole. I so eagerly submit to the need of receiving of a male hard cock... even a soft cock... as long as it is in me … raw... bare... The moment I surrender to this instict I connect with my salvation... my religious beleid my Non God.... my death... my immortality...

 

Yeap this 30 minute drive in a van sitting with a bulgarian driver with a 23cm hard cock who was not letting me touching him gave me time to ask my self the one and only question:

 

Am I going to see my Vicking all that was it... He gave up tired of my sluttiness like all the others before him... Did I scare him ? For how long I can continue the hunt... is this really me? A slammed cumdump getting filled with stangers' cum... Would I ever be loved for what I am ? Do I deserve to be loved? Or I will spend the rest of my days hiding from the world … doing sex trips around Europe and slamming alone before I open the door so that I wont scare the dude who few minutes later will sperm my ass...

 

It is not easy to connect with others when you are a slammer and a cumdump... There is so much paranoia around... I guess I am paranoic too. but this damn silence of my thoughts when it happens like for example on this 30 minute drive to Inferno probably is the reason why I still can function between the two worlds... the real world and the Tina world...

It is not easy... but part of the reason why I can still balance on the thin rope is that I understand the moment. And now the moment is to get out of the car.

 

We arrived. The Inferno motel is Next to the highway North. The parking was not empty. More than a dozen huge track were there. No idea if there were for me or not.

The Bulgarian put his still hard dick inside the zipper and told me to follow.

He collected the key from the receptionist. The room was on the far left on the ground floor.

A big double bed. A sling. A small sofa... And a stack of towels. He was well prepared indeed. As was I as well. In my back pack I had my towel and my kit. I had brought a fifty euro that I was going to hide inside my shoe. But even that was taken care off. There was a trunk with a key so I could put my things there … yes everything was set.

 

The Bulgarian dude showed me where the bathroom was and made a funny gesture showing me his butt telling in his own way that I have to clean... I did... I spent 15 minutes cleaning up my ass... and setting my mind ready for the night. No more silence. No more thoughts. No more ifs and whys. I had a mission to accomplish and a slam to take... I had to make my self turn the key to the slut mode... Piece of cake...

 

When I finished with all my showers and flushings of the water and felt my ass clean then I went back to the room.

 

A porn was playing on the big TV. Straight creampie gangbang porn. And the Bulgarian was naked. His dick the hardest I had seen. On the table read there was a small plastic rope some white Cotton and a bottle of white alcohol next to four syrignes.

 

He asked me lay on the sling. And when I did he secured my legs. Then he called on his phone. While I waited he took something from his big bag. Red pillow cases. With them he covered all the lamps. Even the one on the ceiling. There was a a knock on the door. The receptionist. They talked bulgarian while the receptionist got his clothes off... Thin around sixty, bald... but with an uncut soft cock that was hanging to his knee.

He took from his pocket a plastic rope as well and came to me. He kissed me while he took my arm. The other did the same too... Two arms two slams... and no idea how strong the doses might be.

The cotton on the skin then a small breath while I flet the pin of the syrigne entering...

Flash and then push... and then.... yeah... the cough...

What a buzz... Never felt anything like that. I lost sight for few seconds and when I opened my eyes feeling lube spreading around my hole. It was the receptionist. And then the put some around his huge hard cock... I had never see a cock that big. EVER. He played a bit with my hole and then slowly he entered all the way. His partner approached with the rope and the syrigne. He tied at the receptionist arm and he slammed him smooth. The light from the room was red from the pillow cases but I was sure I saw the red flash before the injection.. And that sight made me come without even touching my self.

The receptionist felt my spinster I guess the moment that the chems entered his blood because I heard a lions roar. He came too. But that didn't stop him. He didn't lose his erection at all... he started banging me sliding in my hole using his cum as lube. And he came again... And again. In ten minutes on my own slam state of time he came four times, releasing the same roar each time. From the corner of my eye I saw his friend slamming him self as well... I heard the cough. The receptionist turned his head and saw the other Bulgarian setting down to the table the empty syrigne... He came out of my ass and went to the other guy and kissed him...

How beautiful they both were kissing each other and licking the blood from the arm... Then my Driver came to the sling and spit on me … and bang he entered... Damn that was a thick cock...

He fucked with speed.... His eyes were closed and he was muttering to words I had no idea what they were about … but I could recognize the lust... and the slams … and the feeling of his cock on my cummy hole. He came... He filled my ass with piss as well. He left my ass and the receptionist took his place. A bit softer . I love when a soft big cock enters me and finds the target all the way...

Specially when my ass is prelubed with cum and piss... And there he was... he pissed in me also... A buzz with chem piss... Yes... that was heaven...

 

For some time the played that way. Entering cumming pissing.. entering cumming pissing... The slams started to ware off...

 

The helped me get out from the sling and took me to the bathroom. The sat me on the seat made sure that I was ok and told me to clean up and have a shower. The Inferno gangbang party officially was going to start in thirty minutes an hour...

 

I was happy... Yes... I was happy....

 

[ejaculaTe]

Wow...! The description of the action is plenty hot. But what, for me, elevates this story above the usual chem sex stories is the portrayal of the psychological journey that each of the protagonists takes. And that portrayal of the journey for the bottom was a rather uncanny -- and disconcerting -- parallel to periods of my life. I sure as hell don't read too many stories or essays anywhere that have that effect. As I said at the beginning of this post, "Wow...!"

[Guest Deviantlad]

I agree, Wow and I hope it will not be too long before we get more of this story. I am wondering where this will go and what of the Norwegian Top! 

[shinelover]

Just awesome! I can't wait to read about the Inferno GangBang!!

[Guest sickhog]

Hit many of the right buttons - thank you. Will this ever be continued?

[hamser]

yeap guys... Hamser here... 

 thanks for the positive comments...

By the end of the weekend there will be another chapter...

It is not exactly a porn thing what i put in words and damn writting in engish which is not my native language can be a kind of a task  .... but definately it is a journey... too much of a lonely journey  i guess... and yes sex is yhere., chems are there and i guess i am in there... 

Thank you for reading my "Strangers"chapters so far and also want to thank the breedingzone guys who have theis specific forum platform so that peope like me have the chance to reach out, explore the Inferno i... and  attempt to "tame" the demons... 

 

Edited September 23, 2017 by hamser
a bit of diction a bit of clarifying the note with few more words

[PERVERSATILE]

Incredibly intense, erotic  and complex story hamser,  I'm vacillating  between  lavish praise,  lauding your skill as 'beyond admirable' and 'you made the written word your bitch man'.   Instead, I'll  just be the Fag quoting Oscar Wilde on a S&M/BareBack/Raunch Site-

“Things are because we see them, and what we see, and how we see it, depends on the Arts that influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty. Then, and then only, does it comes into existence.''

Edited September 23, 2017 by PERVERSATILE

[MuscleKink]

Thank you for writing your 3 chapters.  Your use of language is very poetic and it's hard for me to believe you're not a native English speaker.  You so perfectly captured that sense of excitement and sadness.  Hope that you are alive and well.  I will pray to the muses that they visit you again.  If its not meant to be that's ok, too, given how satisfying your story was in so many ways.

[Eagerbtm4unow]

Words to describe the adventure in this story so far: Exquisite, intense, brutal self reflection, eternal sexual hunger, mental and physical overload leaving you begging for more.   

I can't wait to read more!! 

 

 

[Guest takingdeepanal]

@hamser - any thoughts as to a next chapter? Love what I've read.