BLACKMAILED FOR MY ASS

[shinelover]

Thanks for the love, guys. While I don't have anything to add just yet, there could be another chapter up here soon enough. 😁😈☣️

[Roughme101]

Love it, blackmailed to serve... Where do I find it,

 

The things I'd do in private so the public doesn't know.... All my deepest twisted fantasies behind close doors and me begging for every moment

[BBArchangel]

This is fucking hot! One more chapter or lots of chapters, I'll stick with whatever you do,

[negchaserlooking]

Maybe Dan needs to be brought back in the picture??

[ned2bbuged]

wow fucking love it

[oinker]

I’d sure love more of this erotic kinky story 

[shinelover]

Apologies for taking a while to continue this but here it is -another chapter. Enjoy guys!

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Once I opened the front door I knew that I’d made the biggest mistake of my life. Probably. The group of men standing on the front porch were all skinny and sickly looking. Haggard. They also all looked very pleased to see me.

 

What am I thinking? I’m standing here totally naked in front of them -of course they’re happy to see me!

 

I must have been a little stunned because they surged forward and forced me to step back into the house, and suddenly I was surrounded. I felt hands and mouths all over my body. This felt very much like when two dogs meet for the first time -they circle and sniff each other, and shove their snouts in some very private areas.

 

Yeah, my dick was definitely hard again. And my hole was throbbing in anticipation. Shit, did I really want all of these wasted looking men dumping their tainted seed in me?

 

My mind was whirling like I was spun on something, but I wasn’t. It was the overwhelming surge of adrenaline and hormones clouding my mind. I wasn’t thinking straight. I wasn’t in my right mind.

 

If I was in my right mind I would have gone out that door when Dan left earlier.

 

Instead I stayed. Stupid.

 

And why? Because it felt good. It felt exciting in a way I didn’t understand. Am I such a slave to my senses that I would throw away all logic and reason for the sake of my lust?

 

Without realizing it, I found myself being led through the house by all of those men, down into the basement/dungeon. I don’t think there is any hope of getting out of this now. Why did I agree in the first place? I don’t even know Dan well enough to care if Steve carried through with his blackmail threat. 

 

Okay, so I’m a nice guy and I thought, what the heck, another fuck. Boy, did I get that wrong. Steve is not just some simple random fuck. He’s sick -literally. And he’s twisted. 

 

When I found myself being strapped over a fuck bench my mind cleared and my new reality came flooding in. I’ve already taken his load. It’s in me. It’s absorbing into my anal walls. It’s becoming a part of my DNA whether I like it or not.

 

It’s already done.

 

So why fight it? It won’t do me any good -especially now that I’m all strapped in and at their mercy. 

 

I might as well enjoy it, because what else can I do?

 

Enjoy it. That’s why I agreed to all of this in the first place -to enjoy myself!

 

And Steve’s dick did feel great, spurting his tainted seed up inside of me. Okay, now the hormones were surging back and all of my worries were melting away.

 

I heard the guys laughing, noticing how I was getting excited again.

 

“Look at that, boys. It seems he’s accepted his fate,” I heard Steve tell them. “Look at that fucking hole winking at us. Looks to me like he wants us to stick something in there. What do you think?” he laughed.

 

“Only one thing a slutty little hole like that needs,” another man began. “And that’s dicks. Our dicks. And our cum. This stupid fucker isn’t getting out of here until he’s fucking knocked up.”

 

“And he’s going to have so many different strains in him the slut won’t know who’s the daddy of his AIDS baby!” laughed another man.

 

“I did breed him first, so hopefully that AIDS baby will be mine,” Steve told them possessively.

 

“Shit, it doesn’t matter. The whore won’t know one way or another. Now enough talking, let’s get to the fucking!” another man cheered. “My balls are so full I’m going to have to breed this slut a few times to drain them.”

 

“He’s staying here until we all empty or nuts, boys,” Steve told them. “No loads down his throat, either. I want them all going up that fuckhole,” he ordered them. “He can prime you while someone else is using that pighole and lick you clean in between, but I don’t want him eating any loads. This fucking slut needs all of our cum up in his guts knocking him up.”

 

I guess that was all the conversation they had the patience for, because from that point on the only talking was words of encouragement, cheering each other on, as each man took his turn in my used hole. Nobody really paid any attention to me other than my increasingly sloppy butt hole. They didn’t talk to me at all. I was just a hole to them.

 

Although, I was also their project. They were determined to infect me with HIV tonight. Every time I was reminded of that I got a massive wave of panic coursing through my veins . . . immediately followed by a surge of lust.

 

This was by far the riskiest sex I’ve ever had. But also the hottest. I couldn’t deny that. That’s probably why I didn’t really put up a fight. Somehow, deep down, I wanted this. I was enjoying this.

 

I needed this.

 

“There he goes again, boys!” Steve yelled. “This fucker is so horny for our dicks -look at him backing up onto that fat fucker!”

 

And it was true. I had a very thick cock wedged in my hole at the moment, and I’d never felt so stretched before. There were twinges of pain, and I knew I was probably tearing inside -if I wasn’t already- and making it easier for their virus to get into my bloodstream. And yet I was actually shoving my ass back onto this unknown man.

 

Because it felt fucking good. Damn, I didn’t want this to end. Any reservations I had before were now truly gone. There would be no going back, so I might as well embrace this broken down new version of myself.

 

I used to be a respectable guy with a decent job, but after this, once I get sick, I won’t be able to hide what I’ve become. Me and my friends used to look down on the slutty guys we saw at bars and clubs allowing themselves to be used by anyone and everyone. But now I was one of them.

 

I’m a cumdump.

 

Plus, I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to have a cock up my ass, and I won’t be doing that if I’m sitting in my boring office doing my boring job.

 

The life I had before is over.

 

While everything else about this situation was now turning me on, the thought of letting everything I’d built just slip away was a difficult pill to swallow. I had worked hard. I had a good reputation. Stability.

 

Now, I have no clue what will become of me. Will I get sick and waste away like these guys? I got a good look at most of them when we were upstairs and they are all sickly and skinny. But damn, it certainly doesn’t affect their cocks and balls.

 

The only thing that kept me from going into a full-blown panic attack was the idea that if I do get sick, I’m going to at least get to spend the rest of my life getting fucked like a complete and total slut. I’d say whore but I don’t want anything from these guys but their dicks and their cum -no money will be changing hands.

 

I got lost in the bliss, taking one cock after another for what turned out to be hours. Nothing else existed outside of that room, and every cell in my body was focused on my ass. And how disgustingly (sexily) sloppy it had become.

 

As every guy used my ass for the second or third time, all of their crotches came away slick with their mixed loads that were getting fucked out of my hole. At some point in the middle of it they switched me to a sling. It was kind of funny because they didn’t let me get up, they just surrounded me, turned me over and carried me to the sling. 

 

And then they got back to breeding me. It was nasty and so fucking hot, I loved it. The room stank so good -like cum, crotch musk, sweat and men. I got high just from breathing the air down there.

 

After each guy had deposited their third load they disappeared upstairs until it was just me and Steve. He slid his dick in me balls deep, held there and leaned over me.

 

“You did great, slut,” he whispered.

 

“Where did everyone go?” I asked, the room starting to come back into focus.

 

“They’re gone. They got what they came for,” he chuckled.

 

He leaned closer and then stuck his tongue in my mouth. We made out deep, wet and nasty as he started humping in and out of me. Fuck, after all of those dicks I still wanted this one. And more. 

 

Man, they turned me into a cum hungry pig.

 

Steve eventually pulled up off of me. He looked down over me as he slammed my hole relentlessly. He was sweating up a storm and our bodies were making wet smacking sounds that I found so sexy.

 

He threw his head back, made a kind of choking sound like he was trying to hold the noise in, and I could feel this dick throbbing up inside of me, flooding my guts again.

 

Eventually his cock softened enough to come out of me. He slapped my ass, winked at me and got busy unhooking my ankles from the straps on the sling. Then he stepped back and offered me a hand to get up.

 

I was a little shaky but managed to stay upright. The next thing I knew, Steve was shoving a fat butt plug up my ass.

 

“Got to keep your guts marinating in our AIDS baby batter,” he told me with a wicked grin.

 

He got even more wicked when he said, “Since you can barely stand up, why don’t you get down on the floor like the good little piggie you are and clean up this mess you made.”

 

Mess I made? I was just the receptacle -it was their mess! But I knew I wasn’t in any position to argue. And to be honest, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to at this point.

 

Besides, cum should never be wasted!

 

And so I inelegantly tumbled down to the floor and that’s when I saw the mess. All of the cum that had been fucked out of my gaping hole was there in a slick puddle on the rubber matting below the sling.

 

I glanced over to the left at the fuck bench and saw a similar puddle there. Bloody hell, is it even possible to ingest that much cum? How can these men cum so much? I know my ass is still full and yet there is a ton of the stuff all over the floor. And the bench. I rose up so I could peek at the sling I was just in and yep -there was a puddle of cum that I’d apparently been laying in, too.

 

One glance at Steve told me there was no getting out of this. He stood there waiting patiently, not saying a word. But his expression said it all -clean it good or I’ll regret it. I don’t know what he would do to make me regret it, but this man clearly had few limits.

 

Without further deliberation I went back on hands and knees and got to work. I tentatively licked the first puddle underneath the sling, the flavor hitting my tastebuds and igniting some primitive piggy side of my brain.

 

And that’s all it took. A switch had been flipped, and suddenly I was sucking the stuff down and licking the floor clean before moving on to the actual sling, and then over to the fuck bench and the floor below it.

 

My stomach was churning by the time I got done. It can’t be good for you belly to consume that much cum -I know there’s a lot of mucus in cum. I gagged a sort of dry heave but managed to do it without Steve noticing. And then I felt like I was totally going to puke.

 

Luckily all that came out was a great big belch. A cum flavored and scented belch that made my dick get hard again. Fuck, what has become of me?

 

Steve grinned like he was proud and then took my hand, leading me towards the stairs. Once we got back up there we walked around collecting our clothes and slowly got dressed. I kind of liked how he didn’t offer a shower and didn’t appear in a hurry to take one himself. I love keeping the sex smell on me, wearing it like some sort of kinky cologne.

 

As he walked me to the door I was thinking how he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. I mean, I had a great time and I’d never felt better in my life.

 

And then he opened his mouth.

 

“Oh, by the way, the whole thing downstairs was recorded and saved in the cloud. So if you don’t want me posting it online for everyone you know to see you’ll get that ass back here in three days. Give me your phone,” he demanded.

 

I was in such shock I just handed it over to him and he swapped our info, then told me, “I’ll text you what time to be here. Don’t disappoint me. I’ll have more dick for your hungry ass,” he said, with a smirk -like he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist.

 

Blackmail aside, he knew that I’d be there no matter what -I was hooked.

[Niceroundass]

WOW, Shinelover, JUST WOW!!!

I don't know how I missed this story when it first came out, so a little late but THANK YOU, it comprises so many great elements, the surrender, the blood, the Men!!!

I also want to thank you for making this in the age group where I wish many stories would take part, I prefer where the men are in their 40s and up!!!

And the hole being broken open and the blood leaking from the hole, AMAZING!!!

Also for PIGS like me having him lick up the cum form the floor was great, as I have done many times in real life!!!!

 

[PupBoiRapeSlut]

I NEED to take his place in that dungeon and get my tight neg boipussy absolutely ruined

[shinelover]

On 7/19/2024 at 7:55 AM, Niceroundass said:

WOW, Shinelover, JUST WOW!!!

I don't know how I missed this story when it first came out, so a little late but THANK YOU, it comprises so many great elements, the surrender, the blood, the Men!!!

I also want to thank you for making this in the age group where I wish many stories would take part, I prefer where the men are in their 40s and up!!!

And the hole being broken open and the blood leaking from the hole, AMAZING!!!

Also for PIGS like me having him lick up the cum form the floor was great, as I have done many times in real life!!!!

 

I seriously appreciate the positive feedback. It's been a while (a long while) since I posted anything on here. I honestly write about either stuff I've done or want to do -that's what gets me horny and what I hope keeps you horny, too!

[Niceroundass]

Shinelover, it does!!!!

Especially I said earlier, it is refreshing to see stories and or desires that involved older men.....   When you have time, keep your stories going!!!!

[carlton3053]

One of the best stories I've rad on here for a long time, so hot!

[Toploader56]

On 4/1/2019 at 10:08 PM, 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.

 

 

Fuck I have cum so much reading this 😈

[Willing]

On 4/12/2019 at 10:36 AM, shinelover said:

Apologies for the delay, guys. Was unwell for a bit. The 3rd chapter will be right up!

Just a couple of notes. In case you aren't familiar with my writing, in my fictional posts I generally write about things that turn me on. Hopefully they will do the same to you, but I know that won't be the case for everyone. To each his own.

I think a few lines in the 3rd part might be a little extreme to some people, but they are exactly how I would want the moment to be for me. And as far as the bottom in this story, I kept things vague. I like to put myself in the bottom's place when I read other stories, (I get a little tired of reading about 18 year old jocks). I'd rather put myself in that scenario, and I hope you will, too, with my story.

Nothing against all of the hot stories about 18 year old jocks (they never fail to get me off), but we aren't all that. Besides, this is a fantasy, and when I'm reading a fantasy I like to picture myself enacting it. Enjoy!

So hot💋