BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS

[shinelover]

BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS

 

Dan was a nice guy that I met online. He’s ‘straight’, married to a woman who was at work too much, and wanted to dip his

toe in the guy pool. That’s where I come in. After chatting online for a couple of weeks, his wife went out of town to visit her

mother in another city.

 

This left him with the house to himself to finally play and indulge in the fantasies he’d been getting off to for who knows

how long.

 

I’m no model pin-up or anything, but some people think I’m attractive. And I’ve got a great, fuckable ass that would never

turn down a load. From the pictures Dan had sent me, he’s about ten years older than my 45, more of a Daddy, and attractive

in his own way. Not all burly or buff, just a regular guy with slightly thinning hair and a slightly thickening middle.

 

But that’s okay. It was his dick I was interested in, anyway. The rest never mattered much to me.

 

I arrived at his place as planned and ready to play. I wasn’t in the mood to waste time, so as soon as I got in the front door, I

dropped to my knees and fished his cock out of his shorts -even before he got the door closed!

 

He was a little panicked at that, but also surprisingly turned-on. Maybe he had a little voyeur in him just aching to get out.

 

I sucked him to hardness and then he was ready to fuck. Neither of us was in the mood to waste time, apparently. I was liking

him more and more.

 

We’d talked about condoms already and I told him I don’t like them. Well, more than that -I wouldn’t accept them. If he

wanted to fuck me, he would have to do it raw or not at all.

 

He’d been stuck using condoms on his own wife for years, so he was kind of eager to fuck someone without. Lucky me.

Especially with the choice piece of meat he had swinging between his legs.

 

The perfect size for me, really. Not too big, not too small. A decent thickness that you can no doubt feel but won’t be destroyed

by upon first entry.

 

I’d already lubed a little at home in hopes that he would want to just get down to the deed, so right there in the entry way, he

spun me around and placed my hands up on the wall like I was a perp and he’s a cop about to frisk me.

 

He did feel me up and down while I was in this position, but when he got to my lower half, he yanked my nylon trackies down to

my ankles, exposing my bare butt in nothing but a jock strap. I heard him make an approving growl in his throat, and then

seconds later his fat cock head was pressed against my opening.

 

I hadn’t been fucked in a while, so I knew it might be a little rough getting started. I closed my eyes and tried to think relaxing

thoughts, willing my hole to relax and open up naturally for him. This actually does work for me, and it did now.

 

It’s like easing the tension from your shoulders, only with my butt hole. I felt myself relax and then like magic my hole just

yawned open and his cock slowly slid a couple of inches in.

 

“Jesus!” he hissed. “It’s like your hole is eating me up! Fucking unreal!”

 

I felt it, the minor discomfort of taking someone in me after so long without, but it felt so damn good, all I could do was

moan. He moaned his appreciation, too. And then he slowly sank the rest of his shaft in me until he was balls deep. He held

there for a moment, reaching around and pinching my nipples, which got my hole fluttering over his cock.

 

I guess that was the signal he needed to move, so he started rutting his hips, lightly smacking my butt cheeks with his

abdomen with every sharp thrust. His strokes lengthened, and turned more frantic.

 

Before long Dan was slamming full length in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips tightly, while we stood in the entry

way of his house, grunting and groaning like animals rutting in heat. It was fucking awesome!

 

“I . . . I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he panted.

 

“Do it, cum in me!” I yelled. More like begged, really.

 

“Yeah? You like getting bred like a little whore?” he snarled in my ear, which really only turned me on more. He hadn’t said

much of anything through the fuck, but this slightly rougher side was fucking hot.

 

And when we’d been chatting online, I told him I liked to be called names and stuff while getting pounded, but at the time

he didn’t seem all that into it. Glad I was wrong about that.

 

“Fuck yeah!” I shouted. “I love getting bred! Cum in me!” I felt like a man possessed, but it was more like an addiction -I

needed his seed swimming in my guts.

 

“Take it, pig! Take my load up your whore ass!” he growled.

 

I leaned my forehead against the wall, removed my hands from the wall and reached behind me to pull his hips flush against

my ass so he was buried as deep as possible. I held him there for a moment, rippling my hole over the length of him,

practically siphoning the seed straight out of his balls.

 

That pushed him over the edge, he pulled back and slammed extra hard and extra deep, his arms wrapped around me so

tight I could barely breathe while his balls emptied into my willing hole. I was in heaven once again. That moment is always

heaven to me.

 

He was breathing hard, his forehead resting on the back of my neck, as he collected himself and slowly withdrew his softening

cock from my happy hole.

 

I turned around to thank him but before I could utter a word, he reached up and grabbed hold of my face, pulling me into a

passionate kiss. He’d made such a point of being a ‘straight’ married man, I never expected he’d want to kiss me, but kiss

me he did!

 

When we came up for air, I must have looked confused, because he said, “I just had to kiss you. That was the best fuck I’ve

ever had. I couldn’t help myself. I just . . . I just needed to kiss you. Your ass is fucking amazing.” He was breathing hard and

smiling wide.

 

I’d done my job.

 

We had agreed that our first meet would be brief, so we could feel comfortable, and also leave us wanting more. So I began

to slowly dress myself, clenching my hole tight so I didn’t lose a drop of his cum.

 

Once fully dressed, he kissed me again, and then I was on my way.

 

He texted me later to thank me again, and to set up another fuck -soon! Over the next couple of days we swapped messages,

just flirting until I could get over there again. But on the second day, I was at home later that night, and I got a strange

message from him.

 

Might be in trouble here, not sure how we should proceed.

 

Ominous, right? I text him back, What’s wrong? The wife back in town?

 

His reply was, My next door neighbor apparent heard us fucking, and saw us through the front window. He said if I didn’t want

my wife to know, I had to let him fuck you the next time you come over.

 

And he thought this was a problem? The more the merrier! What pig would ever turn down extra loads?

 

I quickly sent a message back, telling him it was more than fine and to not even worry.

 

What I didn’t know is that his next door neighbor had secrets of his own. Secrets that would change my life forever.

[Robert]

Can’t wait for part 2

[TTFN]

Bet I know what that secret is.

Heh Heh Heh.

[pozpopperpig]

Great start!  Anxious to read more!

[shinelover]

Thanks, guys, for reading. I'm almost finished the next part. This won't be like other stories I've done before, as I'm only planning on doing a couple more chapters. And I want to make them good! ?

[shinelover]

**Like I said, I'm only doing a couple more chapters so this one is quite longer than I intended, but it has the good

stuff that I wanted. Enjoy!**

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

That weekend Dan and I had scheduled our next fuck session, planning for a much longer play time this time around.

We’d had days of waiting, and now that he got his first taste of hot male butt, his dick was apparently constantly hard as

memories of being sunk in me played on a loop in his mind.

 

Good. That means he isn’t as upset about sharing me as I first thought.

 

I wasn’t sure if his neighbor would actually be there this weekend, but I arrived with that exciting thought in mind.

I’d never been treated like property before and it turned me the fuck on. The idea of getting passed back and forth

between these two guys was like one of my wet dreams come true! And I didn’t even know anything about this

neighbor, only that he apparently thought it was okay to blackmail his neighbor for a piece of ass.

 

That should have been disturbing to me, but it wasn’t. Again, it only turned me the fuck on.

 

When I arrived, Dan pulled me in the house quickly and slammed the door shut, but not in haste to get in me as I

thought. He was looking sort of frantic and concerned as he dragged me over into the living room.

 

“We don’t have much time ‘til he gets here,” he practically whispered to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing

this? I never imagined having you come over the other day would put you in this situation. I don’t know how I’d

handle the wife finding out, but you shouldn’t feel responsible. I can’t let you do this.”

 

His concern really was sweet, but he obviously had no clue about the world of greedy sex pigs. Okay, so I had the

greedy part down, but I was new to being a sex pig. For most of my adult like, I’ve been more reserved. Recently I

just started to ask myself, “What for?”. Like, who am I saving myself for? I’ve always had the urge to get used by a

lot of men, but always fought it.

 

Not anymore.

 

I took his face in my hands to get him to focus on me as I told him, “Dan, relax. I can handle it. You might think that

a lot of the stuff you’ve seen online is just acting, but I can assure you that there are plenty of us who will happily take

loads from whoever is offering. This neighbor of yours is just a bonus, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

 

Little did I know . . .

 

Seconds later a loud pounding came from the front door and Dan looked stricken again as he went to answer it. He

returned to the living room with a man who was taller than his six feet by about three inches, but where Dan is getting

on the thicker side, this guy was rail thin.

 

The pronounced bulge in his pants captured my attention and made me forget to give him a closer look. My mouth

was watering and my hole was already yawning open all on it’s own.

 

Dan looked resigned as he quietly said, “Chris, this is my neighbor, Steve. Steve-”

 

“Pig,” Steve interrupted, like he spat the word out. “I think I’ll call you pig,” he said, his tone ominous and predatory

as he glared into my eyes.

 

I’d never seen such intensity before. It wasn’t passion. It was something else, something almost sinister. It made me

both uncomfortable and horny at the same time. I’d always been drawn to men who looked sort of mean or hard or

dangerous (though I never acted on it), and that’s what was radiating off of Steve.

 

I could tell that Steve was going to be the Alpha in this situation as Dan was still sort of cowering, looking like he

wanted to be anywhere but here. However, Steve wasn’t going to let that happen.

 

“Dan, why don’t you take first crack at that ass while the pig gets me hard and wet. My dick is a lot bigger than yours,

so I’d like a load in there before I destroy his hole,” Steve said, sounding oddly playful.

 

As if it wasn’t obvious that Dan was anxious about this entire situation, I had to work to get him hard enough to fuck

me. This should have been turning him on more, not less. Either way, I got him hard while sucking him, as Steve stripped

out of his shorts.  Once Dan got his cock head in my warm hole, his nerves seemed to vanish.

 

What man could possibly concentrate on worries when their dick is buried deep in a hungry hole?

 

Dan held my hips and pumped away at my ass using a steady pace, while I was bent forward and working Steve’s

mammoth cock. It was the hugest slab of man meat I’ve ever seen. Thick as my forearm and probably as long, too.

 

He wasn’t kidding about destroying my hole. I should have been scared, but something told me this man was going

to give me the fuck of a lifetime.

 

Steve’s precum was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. It had a perfect balance of sweet and salty that made

me sort of hope that he would cum in my mouth so I could swish a good mouthful of his seed around my taste buds.

 

But I really wanted to feel Steve in my ass.

 

I have to admit that I’m a bit ashamed. I was so consumed with my thoughts of what Steve was doing to do to me

that I wasn’t giving my all to Dan. I was just a hole standing in front of him that he was pumping away.

 

From his soft grunts I guess he was enjoying it anyway, but I know that I could have put much more enthusiasm into

that fuck. But something about Steve had me almost hypnotized.

 

Moments later Dan grunted, “Ready for my load?”

 

I yanked my head back off of Steve’s cock and yelled, “Fuck yes! Breed me!” before going back to sucking Steve.

 

It only took about five more thrusts before Dan buried himself balls deep in me and I felt his cock twitching as he

unloaded his seed in me. Fuck, that feeling never gets old.

 

And now that he was finishing, I was eager to give Steve a try. I knew that even with Dan’s load coating my ass walls,

it was going to be a very tight fit getting Steve’s huge dick up my ass. But I have always loved feeling stretched

beyond my capacity, so I knew I would be getting some delicious pain/pleasure soon.

 

Little did I know . . .

 

Once Dan had extracted his softening cock from my now-sloppy hole, I stood and stretched out my back. My eyes

were still practically glued to Steve’s enormous dick and I wondered how I would ever fit that in me.

 

I’ve seen videos about fisting before, and I imagine taking him in you would be like that. But I’ve never even come

close to trying to get fisted. How the hell am I going to manage it?

 

And yet there was still a pull, a need in me. Now that I’d seen his cock, I just couldn’t turn him away. I had to have him.

More like him having me, really. I didn’t think I had much say in the matter anymore.

 

Steve stood back and leered at me while he slowly stroked his cock -that hung practically down to his knees! Not quite,

but it was damn close. Now I was feeling more frightening than horny. There really is no way I can take him.

 

As panic was starting to grip me, Steve released his cock and reached out to grab me by the throat. Not enough to cut

off my air entirely, but it was a firm grip that told me to pay attention. “There’s no going back, pig. We’ve got an

arrangement.”

 

He glanced from me to Dan and then back to me before he said, “Let’s go over to my place. I’ve got a better set-up

and . . .” he paused to glance around the immaculate living room, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess in here. And trust

me, things are going to get messy.”

 

Steve turned at the doorway of the living room and said, “Grab your shit,” before heading down the hallway away from

the front door. I scrambled to gather my clothing but didn’t take the time to actually redress, while I heard Dan pulling

his clothes back on and follow behind me.

 

As I headed down the hall in the direction Steve went, I realized that he wanted us to cut through the back yard into his

yard, so I didn’t worry that I was completely nude.

 

“Are you sure about this?” Dan asked in a loud whisper.

 

We were at the back door when I looked back at him. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble for you. And, anyway, he

seems pretty determined. I’ll just go along with it. If I really don’t feel comfortable, I’ll get out of there. Besides, what’s

he going to do? It’s his word against yours,” I told him before rushing through the yard, through the adjoining gate,

and through Steve’s open back door.

 

Steve waited for me just inside the open door. He’d removed his tee shirt, revealing his skinny body. I’ve always been

thin and hated when people called me skinny, but this guy was skinny. As in skin and bones.

 

He had a bunch of tattoos on his torso that I hadn’t seen with the shirt on. Some of them were kind of muddled

looking, while others stood out clearly. I assumed that they held some meaning to him. He must have been a scientist

because some of them looked like chemical symbols.

 

I heard Dan enter behind me and saw Steve’s posture stiffen. Looking up at his face, he was frowning, too. “You might

not want to stick around for this part,” he told him.

 

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Now I was getting scared, no doubt about it. What the fuck have I gotten

myself into? I thought I was just going to have a little extra fun, get an extra load, and head home a happy boy.

 

Now I didn’t know what to expect.

 

I looked at Dan who looked really worried for me. He gulped anxiously in that way that told me he was really worried

what he’d gotten us both into. Being a genuine guy, he probably felt like shit for getting me caught up in all of this.

 

His eyes darted around a little but finally met Steve’s. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll stick around to make sure

he’s ok.” His voice was a little uncertain, but he was clear that he was going to stick by my side, which went a little

to reassure me.

 

Steve scoffed and said, “Suit yourself. But stay the fuck out of my way. The pig is mine now.”

 

Well, his stern voice was night and day compared to Dan’s. Steve left no doubt that he was getting things done his

way.

 

Surprisingly, Steve held my hand as he walked me down a short hallway to a door that led to the basement. As he

took the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder why people always had their sex rooms in the basement.

 

Yes, there was something sexy about it. But when you were in a situation like the one I was currently, it was more

terrifying than sexy. Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head!

 

The twisted thing was that as I was having these thoughts, Steve was cackling to himself ahead of me. What the hell

was he laughing at? Or did I just say all of that out loud? Holy shit!

 

He didn’t say anything, though, until we were standing in the middle of the open concept play room. Dan had paused

at the bottom of the stairs, looking completely torn. It was sort of nice that he felt responsible for me, but there really

was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother to try and reassure him.

 

How could I reassure him when I was terrified myself?

 

“Leave your clothes in the bin over there,” Steve instructed, gesturing over to an empty basin on the floor next to the

stairs. “Then get that ass up on the fuck bench. You’ll be more comfortable there than if you were standing the entire

time.”

 

How nice of him to take that into consideration. Not! He was going to be stuffing that mammoth cock into my tight

hole -nothing about this was going to be comfortable!

 

I did as I was told, almost like I was in some kind of haze, or hypnotic suggestion. I could have easily just taken my

clothes and run back up the stairs. And yet, here I am, cock fully hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and my hole

feeling . . . dammit! My hole was aching to be stuffed FULL! There is no doubt that he will stuff me full.

 

I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the fuck bench, and surprised that I was comfortable this

way. There was no strain on my back or legs, and I could just relax. Hopefully I could relax enough to take him into

me without doing any permanent damage.

 

He didn’t waste any time either. As I was discarding my clothes and getting into position, he was walking around the

room, flipping switches, turning on lights and cameras and monitors playing bareback porn. I had no idea what he

planned to do with the cameras, well, obviously I did, but what would he do with the video? Sell it? Post it online?

 

Bloody Hell!

 

And by the time I was situated, he had everything right where he wanted it. And then he was on me. No preamble.

One second nothing, and the next I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling me wide open.

 

And then I felt his enormous cock head at my opening. Oh fuck, this is it. Relax, breathe, relax, clear everything else

away, I told myself in a desperate attempt to will my hole open so that I didn’t get ripped to shreds.

 

My mind closed nearly everything else away, except for Steve and my pig hole. I didn’t think about any other part of

my body, just my vulnerable opening and the massive meat dong that was insisting on entrance.

 

I could hear the sounds of raw sex filling the room from the sound system attached to the monitors displaying

breeder sex videos. That helped put my mind in the right place. I couldn’t see the monitors, but I could picture

assholes gaping open and swallowing cocks, swallowing their loads.

 

As I did so, my hole yawned open and I felt Steve begin to slide in.

 

“Shit, you are a fucking whore!” he laughed as he sunk into me. “Look at you taking that cock. I’m not even pushing

and your fucking pig hole is just eating me up. You want what I got, dontcha, pig?” he laughed sinisterly.

 

My hole might have yawned open and allow entrance, but that didn’t mean I was wide open and gaping. He made it

a couple of inches in and then stopped, allowing me to breathe and try to adjust. It was still quite a shock to my system.

 

Before I got back into that mindset, Steve slammed full length into me, balls deep in one hard thrust! I felt my entire

insides split apart from the sudden invasion and I howled in pain. That explains why play rooms are in basements -so

the neighbors can't hear! Normally if there’s some pain during a fuck, I just grin and bear it.

 

This wasn’t just pain, though. I felt like someone just rammed a telephone pole up my ass, I’d never been so full or

so violated. Violated, that’s a good word for what I was feeling.

 

And yet, the stupid thing is . . . somehow I was turned on during it all. I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me,

trapped between my stomach and the padded bench.

 

It’s almost like another aspect of my personality came out with extreme pain like this, a part that reveled in it. Because

apparently I was, as I suddenly found myself shoving back onto Steven’s hard monster cock.

 

“Look at you, fucking pig! Riding this cock even though I just busted you open good!” he snarled, so impressed and

amused by my behavior. “You can’t see it, pig, but you will when you watch the video. Your ass is lubing my big dick

up nice and slick with all of that blood.”

 

Blood? Hell! Bloody Hell! He really had done some damage. So why was my ass feeling greedy, still?

 

Steve took hold of my hips and pumped away, my hole destroyed and slackened enough that he could just ride me.

Especially with the combination of his precum, Dan’s load, and my own ass juices and blood slickening his ride.

 

I could feel all around my ass and down my legs were wet as he continued to rape my hole. I knew it was blood. There

was no way Dan bred me that much or Steve could precum that much.

 

So why the hell am I still turned on by this fuck? Am I sick? I’m a sick fucker for loving the fuck this man is giving me.

I’ve never done anything like this before, nothing ever this extreme.

 

Steve power-fucked my ass for what felt like another hour, but was probably another fifteen or twenty minutes. Then

he slowed and lowered himself down onto me so his stomach was flush with my back. He brought his head down next

to mine on the left and whispered into my ear.

 

“So, the pig is enjoying the ride, I take it?” his gravelly voice rumbled sexily. “Good thing ‘cause you’re not getting

out of here until I’ve gotten all I want from you. Or, should I say, given you all I want to give you,” he chuckled.

 

“What . . . what do you mean?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of panic again.

 

“You’re not leaving here without my AIDS, pig,” he snarled into my ear.

 

AIDS?!? What the fuck? I was suddenly thrashing against him, whimpering, trying to get Dan to come and get this sick

fuck off of me.

 

I could hear struggling and Dan was trying to get Steve off of me. He didn’t know what Steve had told me but it must

have been quite clear that I wanted to go.

 

“Back the fuck off, Dan, or your wife gets a phone call at her mother’s house tonight,” Steve bellowed, and then the

room fell silent, except for the porn playing in the background.

 

It’s not like they could have been fighting much, given that Steve was still buried balls-deep up my ass, but whatever

struggle they got into ceased and I heard Dan walk away.

 

Quietly, he said, “Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” and then he disappeared up the stairs.

 

I felt Steve lean down next to my ear again and in a sexy whisper, he said, “Thank fuck, I thought he would never

leave. Now we can have some real fun. You want that, don’t you, pig?”

 

Why did my body respond to this man who had literally destroyed me? I had never been so turned on in my life, and

this man just told me he was going to give me AIDS! What the hell is wrong with me?

 

“You want it, I know you do,” he chuckled into my ear before he pushed himself back up to standing.

 

“Are you ready for your first load of AIDS cum, pig?” he asked loudly.

 

“Fuck yes! Give it to me!” I heard my own voice yelling.

 

Fuck, I really am a sick fuck. Then again, I’d just been thinking he was a sick fuck, too, so maybe we were more

compatible than I thought. I was so inexperienced with sex outside of vanilla, this was all so new and exciting, I

couldn’t deny that I wanted to delve deeper.

 

“Here it comes, fucking whore! Take my HIV! Take my AIDS!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted

and blasted my shredded insides with scalding hot high viral cum.

 

I’ll admit it stung like a bitch, but somehow I got a perverse thrill from that. I just didn’t know my own mind anymore.

 

As his cum began to shoot into me, I felt my own cock going off below me as a pool of my semen spread out between

me and the bench. I felt like such a pig. And I loved every second of it.

 

Steve yanked his dick out of my ass, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. He stepped back and appeared to

marvel at the mess he’d made of me. I glanced over my shoulder back at him and could see my reflection in a large

mirror on the wall behind him.

 

My entire backside and the backs of my legs were streaked with blood. I hadn’t just gotten a tiny tear. I was bleeding.

Not gushing or requiring medical attention. I don’t think, anyway. But there was an alarming amount of blood.

 

“We’re off to a good start, pig,” Steve told me, sounding kind of proud and not nearly as scary as he had before. “You

up for it?”

 

I really didn’t want to be up for it. I really thought I should say something like, “Go fuck yourself you sick fuck!” and

take my damaged ass to the nearest hospital for some stitches and some PEP.

 

That’s not what I said, though.

 

 

[ThisGuy]

Twisted! I love it!

[seattlebbbtm]

Wicked sexy. Bravo 

[99037]

Damn, Lovin' it!

[pbbottom4u]

I read both chapters and shot a huge poz load before i got half thru the second part...I knew what was coming. A similar encounter happened to myself but with only one top. I never regretted it. Thanks for sharing it. 

[parrot10]

23 hours ago, shinelover said:

**Like I said, I'm only doing a couple more chapters so this one is quite longer than I intended, but it has the good

stuff that I wanted. Enjoy!**

 

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

That weekend Dan and I had scheduled our next fuck session, planning for a much longer play time this time around.

We’d had days of waiting, and now that he got his first taste of hot male butt, his dick was apparently constantly hard as

memories of being sunk in me played on a loop in his mind.

 

Good. That means he isn’t as upset about sharing me as I first thought.

 

I wasn’t sure if his neighbor would actually be there this weekend, but I arrived with that exciting thought in mind.

I’d never been treated like property before and it turned me the fuck on. The idea of getting passed back and forth

between these two guys was like one of my wet dreams come true! And I didn’t even know anything about this

neighbor, only that he apparently thought it was okay to blackmail his neighbor for a piece of ass.

 

That should have been disturbing to me, but it wasn’t. Again, it only turned me the fuck on.

 

When I arrived, Dan pulled me in the house quickly and slammed the door shut, but not in haste to get in me as I

thought. He was looking sort of frantic and concerned as he dragged me over into the living room.

 

“We don’t have much time ‘til he gets here,” he practically whispered to me. “Are you sure you’re okay with doing

this? I never imagined having you come over the other day would put you in this situation. I don’t know how I’d

handle the wife finding out, but you shouldn’t feel responsible. I can’t let you do this.”

 

His concern really was sweet, but he obviously had no clue about the world of greedy sex pigs. Okay, so I had the

greedy part down, but I was new to being a sex pig. For most of my adult like, I’ve been more reserved. Recently I

just started to ask myself, “What for?”. Like, who am I saving myself for? I’ve always had the urge to get used by a

lot of men, but always fought it.

 

Not anymore.

 

I took his face in my hands to get him to focus on me as I told him, “Dan, relax. I can handle it. You might think that

a lot of the stuff you’ve seen online is just acting, but I can assure you that there are plenty of us who will happily take

loads from whoever is offering. This neighbor of yours is just a bonus, so don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

 

Little did I know . . .

 

Seconds later a loud pounding came from the front door and Dan looked stricken again as he went to answer it. He

returned to the living room with a man who was taller than his six feet by about three inches, but where Dan is getting

on the thicker side, this guy was rail thin.

 

The pronounced bulge in his pants captured my attention and made me forget to give him a closer look. My mouth

was watering and my hole was already yawning open all on it’s own.

 

Dan looked resigned as he quietly said, “Chris, this is my neighbor, Steve. Steve-”

 

“Pig,” Steve interrupted, like he spat the word out. “I think I’ll call you pig,” he said, his tone ominous and predatory

as he glared into my eyes.

 

I’d never seen such intensity before. It wasn’t passion. It was something else, something almost sinister. It made me

both uncomfortable and horny at the same time. I’d always been drawn to men who looked sort of mean or hard or

dangerous (though I never acted on it), and that’s what was radiating off of Steve.

 

I could tell that Steve was going to be the Alpha in this situation as Dan was still sort of cowering, looking like he

wanted to be anywhere but here. However, Steve wasn’t going to let that happen.

 

“Dan, why don’t you take first crack at that ass while the pig gets me hard and wet. My dick is a lot bigger than yours,

so I’d like a load in there before I destroy his hole,” Steve said, sounding oddly playful.

 

As if it wasn’t obvious that Dan was anxious about this entire situation, I had to work to get him hard enough to fuck

me. This should have been turning him on more, not less. Either way, I got him hard while sucking him, as Steve stripped

out of his shorts.  Once Dan got his cock head in my warm hole, his nerves seemed to vanish.

 

What man could possibly concentrate on worries when their dick is buried deep in a hungry hole?

 

Dan held my hips and pumped away at my ass using a steady pace, while I was bent forward and working Steve’s

mammoth cock. It was the hugest slab of man meat I’ve ever seen. Thick as my forearm and probably as long, too.

 

He wasn’t kidding about destroying my hole. I should have been scared, but something told me this man was going

to give me the fuck of a lifetime.

 

Steve’s precum was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. It had a perfect balance of sweet and salty that made

me sort of hope that he would cum in my mouth so I could swish a good mouthful of his seed around my taste buds.

 

But I really wanted to feel Steve in my ass.

 

I have to admit that I’m a bit ashamed. I was so consumed with my thoughts of what Steve was doing to do to me

that I wasn’t giving my all to Dan. I was just a hole standing in front of him that he was pumping away.

 

From his soft grunts I guess he was enjoying it anyway, but I know that I could have put much more enthusiasm into

that fuck. But something about Steve had me almost hypnotized.

 

Moments later Dan grunted, “Ready for my load?”

 

I yanked my head back off of Steve’s cock and yelled, “Fuck yes! Breed me!” before going back to sucking Steve.

 

It only took about five more thrusts before Dan buried himself balls deep in me and I felt his cock twitching as he

unloaded his seed in me. Fuck, that feeling never gets old.

 

And now that he was finishing, I was eager to give Steve a try. I knew that even with Dan’s load coating my ass walls,

it was going to be a very tight fit getting Steve’s huge dick up my ass. But I have always loved feeling stretched

beyond my capacity, so I knew I would be getting some delicious pain/pleasure soon.

 

Little did I know . . .

 

Once Dan had extracted his softening cock from my now-sloppy hole, I stood and stretched out my back. My eyes

were still practically glued to Steve’s enormous dick and I wondered how I would ever fit that in me.

 

I’ve seen videos about fisting before, and I imagine taking him in you would be like that. But I’ve never even come

close to trying to get fisted. How the hell am I going to manage it?

 

And yet there was still a pull, a need in me. Now that I’d seen his cock, I just couldn’t turn him away. I had to have him.

More like him having me, really. I didn’t think I had much say in the matter anymore.

 

Steve stood back and leered at me while he slowly stroked his cock -that hung practically down to his knees! Not quite,

but it was damn close. Now I was feeling more frightening than horny. There really is no way I can take him.

 

As panic was starting to grip me, Steve released his cock and reached out to grab me by the throat. Not enough to cut

off my air entirely, but it was a firm grip that told me to pay attention. “There’s no going back, pig. We’ve got an

arrangement.”

 

He glanced from me to Dan and then back to me before he said, “Let’s go over to my place. I’ve got a better set-up

and . . .” he paused to glance around the immaculate living room, “I wouldn’t want to make a mess in here. And trust

me, things are going to get messy.”

 

Steve turned at the doorway of the living room and said, “Grab your shit,” before heading down the hallway away from

the front door. I scrambled to gather my clothing but didn’t take the time to actually redress, while I heard Dan pulling

his clothes back on and follow behind me.

 

As I headed down the hall in the direction Steve went, I realized that he wanted us to cut through the back yard into his

yard, so I didn’t worry that I was completely nude.

 

“Are you sure about this?” Dan asked in a loud whisper.

 

We were at the back door when I looked back at him. “Look, I don’t want to cause trouble for you. And, anyway, he

seems pretty determined. I’ll just go along with it. If I really don’t feel comfortable, I’ll get out of there. Besides, what’s

he going to do? It’s his word against yours,” I told him before rushing through the yard, through the adjoining gate,

and through Steve’s open back door.

 

Steve waited for me just inside the open door. He’d removed his tee shirt, revealing his skinny body. I’ve always been

thin and hated when people called me skinny, but this guy was skinny. As in skin and bones.

 

He had a bunch of tattoos on his torso that I hadn’t seen with the shirt on. Some of them were kind of muddled

looking, while others stood out clearly. I assumed that they held some meaning to him. He must have been a scientist

because some of them looked like chemical symbols.

 

I heard Dan enter behind me and saw Steve’s posture stiffen. Looking up at his face, he was frowning, too. “You might

not want to stick around for this part,” he told him.

 

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Now I was getting scared, no doubt about it. What the fuck have I gotten

myself into? I thought I was just going to have a little extra fun, get an extra load, and head home a happy boy.

 

Now I didn’t know what to expect.

 

I looked at Dan who looked really worried for me. He gulped anxiously in that way that told me he was really worried

what he’d gotten us both into. Being a genuine guy, he probably felt like shit for getting me caught up in all of this.

 

His eyes darted around a little but finally met Steve’s. He cleared his throat and said, “I’ll stick around to make sure

he’s ok.” His voice was a little uncertain, but he was clear that he was going to stick by my side, which went a little

to reassure me.

 

Steve scoffed and said, “Suit yourself. But stay the fuck out of my way. The pig is mine now.”

 

Well, his stern voice was night and day compared to Dan’s. Steve left no doubt that he was getting things done his

way.

 

Surprisingly, Steve held my hand as he walked me down a short hallway to a door that led to the basement. As he

took the stairs, I couldn’t help but wonder why people always had their sex rooms in the basement.

 

Yes, there was something sexy about it. But when you were in a situation like the one I was currently, it was more

terrifying than sexy. Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head!

 

The twisted thing was that as I was having these thoughts, Steve was cackling to himself ahead of me. What the hell

was he laughing at? Or did I just say all of that out loud? Holy shit!

 

He didn’t say anything, though, until we were standing in the middle of the open concept play room. Dan had paused

at the bottom of the stairs, looking completely torn. It was sort of nice that he felt responsible for me, but there really

was nothing he could do, so I didn’t bother to try and reassure him.

 

How could I reassure him when I was terrified myself?

 

“Leave your clothes in the bin over there,” Steve instructed, gesturing over to an empty basin on the floor next to the

stairs. “Then get that ass up on the fuck bench. You’ll be more comfortable there than if you were standing the entire

time.”

 

How nice of him to take that into consideration. Not! He was going to be stuffing that mammoth cock into my tight

hole -nothing about this was going to be comfortable!

 

I did as I was told, almost like I was in some kind of haze, or hypnotic suggestion. I could have easily just taken my

clothes and run back up the stairs. And yet, here I am, cock fully hard, my heart pounding in my chest, and my hole

feeling . . . dammit! My hole was aching to be stuffed FULL! There is no doubt that he will stuff me full.

 

I did as I was told and before I knew it, I was kneeling on the fuck bench, and surprised that I was comfortable this

way. There was no strain on my back or legs, and I could just relax. Hopefully I could relax enough to take him into

me without doing any permanent damage.

 

He didn’t waste any time either. As I was discarding my clothes and getting into position, he was walking around the

room, flipping switches, turning on lights and cameras and monitors playing bareback porn. I had no idea what he

planned to do with the cameras, well, obviously I did, but what would he do with the video? Sell it? Post it online?

 

Bloody Hell!

 

And by the time I was situated, he had everything right where he wanted it. And then he was on me. No preamble.

One second nothing, and the next I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on each cheek, pulling me wide open.

 

And then I felt his enormous cock head at my opening. Oh fuck, this is it. Relax, breathe, relax, clear everything else

away, I told myself in a desperate attempt to will my hole open so that I didn’t get ripped to shreds.

 

My mind closed nearly everything else away, except for Steve and my pig hole. I didn’t think about any other part of

my body, just my vulnerable opening and the massive meat dong that was insisting on entrance.

 

I could hear the sounds of raw sex filling the room from the sound system attached to the monitors displaying

breeder sex videos. That helped put my mind in the right place. I couldn’t see the monitors, but I could picture

assholes gaping open and swallowing cocks, swallowing their loads.

 

As I did so, my hole yawned open and I felt Steve begin to slide in.

 

“Shit, you are a fucking whore!” he laughed as he sunk into me. “Look at you taking that cock. I’m not even pushing

and your fucking pig hole is just eating me up. You want what I got, dontcha, pig?” he laughed sinisterly.

 

My hole might have yawned open and allow entrance, but that didn’t mean I was wide open and gaping. He made it

a couple of inches in and then stopped, allowing me to breathe and try to adjust. It was still quite a shock to my system.

 

Before I got back into that mindset, Steve slammed full length into me, balls deep in one hard thrust! I felt my entire

insides split apart from the sudden invasion and I howled in pain. That explains why play rooms are in basements -so

the neighbors can't hear! Normally if there’s some pain during a fuck, I just grin and bear it.

 

This wasn’t just pain, though. I felt like someone just rammed a telephone pole up my ass, I’d never been so full or

so violated. Violated, that’s a good word for what I was feeling.

 

And yet, the stupid thing is . . . somehow I was turned on during it all. I could feel my cock throbbing beneath me,

trapped between my stomach and the padded bench.

 

It’s almost like another aspect of my personality came out with extreme pain like this, a part that reveled in it. Because

apparently I was, as I suddenly found myself shoving back onto Steven’s hard monster cock.

 

“Look at you, fucking pig! Riding this cock even though I just busted you open good!” he snarled, so impressed and

amused by my behavior. “You can’t see it, pig, but you will when you watch the video. Your ass is lubing my big dick

up nice and slick with all of that blood.”

 

Blood? Hell! Bloody Hell! He really had done some damage. So why was my ass feeling greedy, still?

 

Steve took hold of my hips and pumped away, my hole destroyed and slackened enough that he could just ride me.

Especially with the combination of his precum, Dan’s load, and my own ass juices and blood slickening his ride.

 

I could feel all around my ass and down my legs were wet as he continued to rape my hole. I knew it was blood. There

was no way Dan bred me that much or Steve could precum that much.

 

So why the hell am I still turned on by this fuck? Am I sick? I’m a sick fucker for loving the fuck this man is giving me.

I’ve never done anything like this before, nothing ever this extreme.

 

Steve power-fucked my ass for what felt like another hour, but was probably another fifteen or twenty minutes. Then

he slowed and lowered himself down onto me so his stomach was flush with my back. He brought his head down next

to mine on the left and whispered into my ear.

 

“So, the pig is enjoying the ride, I take it?” his gravelly voice rumbled sexily. “Good thing ‘cause you’re not getting

out of here until I’ve gotten all I want from you. Or, should I say, given you all I want to give you,” he chuckled.

 

“What . . . what do you mean?” I asked, feeling a sudden surge of panic again.

 

“You’re not leaving here without my AIDS, pig,” he snarled into my ear.

 

AIDS?!? What the fuck? I was suddenly thrashing against him, whimpering, trying to get Dan to come and get this sick

fuck off of me.

 

I could hear struggling and Dan was trying to get Steve off of me. He didn’t know what Steve had told me but it must

have been quite clear that I wanted to go.

 

“Back the fuck off, Dan, or your wife gets a phone call at her mother’s house tonight,” Steve bellowed, and then the

room fell silent, except for the porn playing in the background.

 

It’s not like they could have been fighting much, given that Steve was still buried balls-deep up my ass, but whatever

struggle they got into ceased and I heard Dan walk away.

 

Quietly, he said, “Chris, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen,” and then he disappeared up the stairs.

 

I felt Steve lean down next to my ear again and in a sexy whisper, he said, “Thank fuck, I thought he would never

leave. Now we can have some real fun. You want that, don’t you, pig?”

 

Why did my body respond to this man who had literally destroyed me? I had never been so turned on in my life, and

this man just told me he was going to give me AIDS! What the hell is wrong with me?

 

“You want it, I know you do,” he chuckled into my ear before he pushed himself back up to standing.

 

“Are you ready for your first load of AIDS cum, pig?” he asked loudly.

 

“Fuck yes! Give it to me!” I heard my own voice yelling.

 

Fuck, I really am a sick fuck. Then again, I’d just been thinking he was a sick fuck, too, so maybe we were more

compatible than I thought. I was so inexperienced with sex outside of vanilla, this was all so new and exciting, I

couldn’t deny that I wanted to delve deeper.

 

“Here it comes, fucking whore! Take my HIV! Take my AIDS!!!” he yelled at the top of his lungs as his balls erupted

and blasted my shredded insides with scalding hot high viral cum.

 

I’ll admit it stung like a bitch, but somehow I got a perverse thrill from that. I just didn’t know my own mind anymore.

 

As his cum began to shoot into me, I felt my own cock going off below me as a pool of my semen spread out between

me and the bench. I felt like such a pig. And I loved every second of it.

 

Steve yanked his dick out of my ass, causing me to yell out in pain and shock. He stepped back and appeared to

marvel at the mess he’d made of me. I glanced over my shoulder back at him and could see my reflection in a large

mirror on the wall behind him.

 

My entire backside and the backs of my legs were streaked with blood. I hadn’t just gotten a tiny tear. I was bleeding.

Not gushing or requiring medical attention. I don’t think, anyway. But there was an alarming amount of blood.

 

“We’re off to a good start, pig,” Steve told me, sounding kind of proud and not nearly as scary as he had before. “You

up for it?”

 

I really didn’t want to be up for it. I really thought I should say something like, “Go fuck yourself you sick fuck!” and

take my damaged ass to the nearest hospital for some stitches and some PEP.

 

That’s not what I said, though.

 

 

fucking hot my cock was dripping reading this had to blow my load

[Petereater]

Love this...hope to hear about the next session soon...

[TTFN]

On 4/1/2019 at 5:08 PM, shinelover said:

Visions of serial killers were dancing through my head!

Pozatively a serial killer I would like to meet.

[ThisGuy]

Hot story so far! Had to stop a few times to keep from shooting my load too soon!

Edited April 3, 2019 by ThisGuy
typo

[shinelover]

18 hours ago, parrot10 said:

fucking hot my cock was dripping reading this had to blow my load 

Sorry, guys, trying this again -didn't sign my housemate out when I was replying earlier. Duh.

Anyway, thanks for the response, guys -and parrot10 -that's the best compliment I could get! I am working on the third (and likely final) part now, and it should be up in another day or so.