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Damn haha, the way he brushed off that question when asked if he was worried how many had seen it, is exactly what I'd have said while staring out the window thinking about the next video everyone would see. This story is enthralling and, ironically, I was just fucking around the other day and started to write a story that started off with a sensory deprived subject bound and waking to the vibrant drum of a tattoo gun over his pubic region. Fucking righteous 

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Long Weekend – Part 8

 

Carl and Mike gave me a tour of their beautiful home, starting on the ground floor with the kitchen, dining room and spacious reception rooms before moving upstairs to a long corridor of guest bedrooms.  At the end of the corridor was their room, twice the size of the other bedrooms with two rooms leading off it.  The first was the en suite bathroom and the second was their ‘playroom’ with a sex swing in the centre, a fuck bench against the back wall, and racks of toys, leather clothing and fetish gear on either side.  Five large flat screen displays dominated the wall above the fuck bench with live video feeds from the guest bedrooms and bareback porn.

 

“And through there is your room”, said Mike as he gestured to a black door almost completely hidden from view in the back corner of the playroom.  “Go on, have a look”, said Carl, “I hope you’ll enjoy living here with us”.

 

I pushed open the black door and cautiously stepped through.  I was expecting a stained mattress on the floor with a couple of dirty blankets and a pile of drug paraphernalia.  I was surprised to find a large double bed with crisp white linen and matching bedroom furniture.  The drawers of the dresser were open and a wide array of jockstraps, thongs, and other horny underwear were waiting for me.  “These are the only clothes you’ll need around the house.  Your cunt will always be on show and ready for use.  No is not a word you can use”, said Mike with a smile on his face.  “Yes Sir”, I replied.  “There’s no need for ‘sir’ round here, just call us Carl and Mike, but we do own you” said Mike.  I nodded and started getting undressed.

 

Carl walked up behind me as I was bent over taking off my shoes and slipped a finger into my sensitive hole.  I moaned and looked up to see Mike rubbing his crotch, his bulge swelling in his fitted trousers.  With his finger still in my hole, Carl lent forward and said, “There is every type of drug you could want in the cabinet over there, have whatever you want and be waiting for us in the sling in 10 minutes”.  “Blindfolded”, added Mike, “and don’t forget the poppers, you’ll need them”.

 

They walked out and left me excited and nervous.  I quickly finished getting undressed, chose a hot jockstrap from the drawer, and went over to the cabinet of chems.  I started with Viagra tablet and a large bomb of mcat with a glass of GHB and Red Bull.  Then I prepped a couple of slams of crystal meth and was closing the cabinet when I saw a bag of the mysterious white powder with the winky smiley on.  I wet my finger with spit, dipped it in the bag and covered it with the powder before fingering myself with it.  I could already feel the drugs taking effect so grabbed the slams, the poppers and blindfold and headed into the playroom.

 

All five of the flat screen displays were showing porn: young smooth toned guys getting bred by hung older guys of every shape and colour.  I lay back in the sling and gave myself the two slams, coughing hard after each one.  I put on the blindfold and held the fresh bottle of poppers under my nose, the chemical aroma filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply.  I was flying.

 

I heard the door from the master bedroom open and bare feet walk towards me.  My arse was right at the edge of the sling and my feet were held up in leather stirrups leaving my hole completely exposed.  The feet walked around the sex swing, then a second pair walked in and closed the door.  I heard the sound of lube being dispensed from a bottle then just the background noise from the porn.  They walked around me, the suspense of not knowing what they were about to do made my drugged-up mind race.  One of them gave the instruction “Poppers” and I complied, taking several deep huffs, feeling my hole relax and the need to be filled grew.  “Please use me and breed me” I begged, “ I want your toxic loads inside me, I need them, please”.

 

Without warning, one of them held my arse cheeks open and the other forced his lubed fist straight into me and then started brutally punch fucking my hole.  I felt a burn like nothing I had felt before, shards of crystal meth in the lube were being forced into my guts with each punch and my hole felt like it was on fire.  Then as it started to take effect I started to beg for it harder and faster, my cunt craved the brutal assault it was getting and soon he was fisting me with both hands together.

 

After five minutes of double fist fucking he pulled them out together and my worn out hole gaped and was filled with rosebud.  “Push” they said together and as I did, my arse prolapsed and they started rubbing more shards into my exposed pink guts.  Mike took Carl’s place between my legs and grabbed my prolapse with both hands and pushed his massive black cock into it and started fucking me mercilessly.  I moaned and begged for his poisonous load so he gripped my thighs and pounded my wrecked cunt before grunting and filling me with shot after shot of thick white cum.  He slowly fucked me, smearing his toxic cum all over my battered insides, before sliding out of me and putting his cock in my eager mouth.

 

As I licked and sucked the mixture of juices and chems off his cock, Carl positioned the head of his pierced cock at my gaping hole and forced all eleven inches into me in one go.  His fuck was slow and deep, feeling every crease of my insides with his sensitive cock, precum leaking from around the fat piercing and mixing with Mike’s huge load.  Mike grabbed a weighty dildo off the racking and slid it, dry and unlubed, into my hole next to Carl’s cock.  The stretch in my cunt felt amazing and the new tightness caused Carl to unload his heavy balls deep inside me.

 

“Don’t move” instructed Mike as Carl pulled out of me and they left the room.  I was blindfolded, my arse had been destroyed, I was dripping with poz cum, and I was happier than I ever thought possible. 

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Thank you everyone for the positive feedback. I'll be writing Part 9 soon. Any requests?

 

Anything that you write is AMAZING!!! Keep the story alive and cumming. To be such a lucky slave as this one. Maybe a little scraping to the ass and mouth to better accept the toxic seed and possibly a couple needle pricks inside of the anal lining to open it up to the tina.

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Anything that you write is AMAZING!!! Keep the story alive and cumming. To be such a lucky slave as this one. Maybe a little scraping to the ass and mouth to better accept the toxic seed and possibly a couple needle pricks inside of the anal lining to open it up to the tina.

Cheers submissivebottom74, I'll see what I can do ;-)

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Long Weekend – Part 9

 

I lay there, blindfolded, for what felt like an eternity with only the sound of the porn playing on the screens for company.  My arse ached from all the cocks, toys and fists that had smashed it over the past three days.  I put my hand between my legs and felt the rough puffy edges of my hole, slick with cum and lube.  My rosebud had gone back inside me but my hole still gaped and I could touch my extremely sensitive pink flesh.  I lay back and licked my fingers.

 

I was starting to come down from the cocktail of drugs that I had taken and I was feeling pretty rough – I had never partied so hard in my life and I didn’t know what, or who, would happen next.  My bladder was painfully full and I assumed that Carl and Mike would prefer me to use the bathroom instead of pissing myself and making a mess in the playroom.  I struggled out of the sling and walked into the en suite and took a long slow piss and the relief washed over me.

 

“4 hours and 27 minutes”, Mike said behind me, making me jump and piss on my foot.  I looked around and he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, smiling.  “You scared me”, I replied, “I didn’t even hear you”.  He looked me up and down and absent-mindedly played with his cock through his shorts.

 

“We’re impressed boy, you tell most guys not to move and they can’t stay still for more than quarter of an hour, you managed 4 hours and 27 minutes.  We like that” said Carl, appearing over Mike’s shoulder.  I finished pissing, cleaned my foot and flushed the toilet.  “Jump in the shower and we’ll wash you” suggested Mike.  I nodded and took off the dirty jockstrap as they started the water.

 

I stepped into the luxuriously large shower, with a large showerhead above and several jets coming out of one of the walls.  The warm water felt amazing and they took large handfuls of sweet smelling shower gels and shampoo and washed me all over.  “Face the wall so we can do your best bit” said Carl.  I turned around and stuck my arse at them and held my cheeks apart with my hands.  “Good boy” said Carl, “let’s get you freshened up in there” as Mike passed him a toothbrush with some toothpaste on and lightly ran into around my puffy hole.  The tingle of the mint with the tickle of the bristles made me stand on tiptoes and I heard the two men chuckle behind me.  Then, gently at first, Carl pushed the toothbrush up into my cunt and started fucking my with it, sending waves of pain up inside me.  I looked down and saw a few spots of blood washed away by the water, followed by a steady stream.

 

“That’s enough”, said Mike, and Carl pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and showed it to me.  The bristles were bright red with blood and then tip had been sharpened to a point.  “Brush your teeth”, instructed Carl as he passed me the toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste.  I complied, glad to change the taste of stale cum for mint.

 

“All done”, said Mike as he switched off the water and passed me a large towel.  I took it from him and started drying my hair.  Once I was dry Carl told me to bend over in front of him.  I was expecting to get fucked again but instead he slid a tampon into my hole and said, “Stops your boy pussy bleeding everywhere”.

 

I felt utterly degraded as they sent me to bed.  They had work in the city in the morning and I was going to have to learn quickly what the duties of a houseboy are.

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Long Weekend – Part 10

 

I was dreaming about a bondage scene where I was tied up on a dirty mattress on the floor of a warehouse and guys in leather harnesses were coming at me from all angles, wanking their cocks and rubbing their large blobs of precum over my hole and fingering me with it.  One of the men had covered my mouth and nose with his gloved hand and was suffocating me, telling me to be quiet as I struggled for air.  I woke up with a start, gasping for air but not getting any.  My mouth and nose were covered with a hand and it took me a few seconds to realise that it was Carl telling me to be quiet and to stop struggling.

 

I looked around and saw him lying behind me in the bed, the fingers of his right hand were fingering my hole and his left hand was clamped over my face.  I nodded slightly and he released his grip.  “Stay still and perfectly quiet” he whispered into my right ear, “Mike is asleep and I want your hole to myself”.  I relaxed and he passed me a bottle of poppers.  I unscrewed the lid and took a couple of deep huffs as his fingers explored my hole and pulled out the tampon.  “Your blood is the only lube you’re getting so you better get busy with those poppers”, he whispered.  I took six deep huffs, sending my head into space and relaxing my hole for his pierced cock.

 

I felt the cold of his heavy PA against my cunt, followed by the pressure of his big head.  It slid in and he pressed against me, holding me tight as inch after inch slid up inside me.  “Fuck, your dirty little boy cunt feels so good”, he moaned as he started to slowly fuck me.  I reached down between my legs and started playing with his huge bull balls, gently pulling on them as he fucked me.  “Squeeze my balls and pull on them harder”, he told me so I adjusted my grip and took his balls in my fist and pulled.  His cock thickened and hardened almost immediately and was followed by the sensation of fresh poz precum oozing out of his cock and rubbing against the bleeding walls of my cunt.  His strokes were still long and slow but his breathing was deeper and more ragged; he was getting close.

 

I turned my head and looked straight into his dark eyes.  “Breed me, my cunt is yours”, I whispered and this took him over the edge, he pulled out, shot his toxic load all over my hole and fucked it back into me. 

 

“69”, he said as he pulled his cummy bloody cock out of my freshly bred hole.  I sucked him clean as he rimmed my hole.  Then, as quickly and as quietly as he arrived, he was gone.  I crept through into the playroom and took a medium-sized buttplug and sat on it to keep his precious seed inside.

 

 

I went back to sleep and returned to my dream of leather-clad men about to gang rape me.

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