Saw this boy in the sauna, in the common fuck room. It was quiet so it was just me and him. He was presenting his hole and looked directly at me and said “fuck me daddy” I mounted him and buried my cock up to my balls in his ass. I was getting well into it when I realised he was fukkin stoned and it was obvious he thought I was his BF. He’s still moaning “fuck me daddy” Should I pull out? Nope, I carried on fucking him until I emptied my balls in his hole and left him dripping with my sperm. Well, what would you have done???
Was horny and connected with a guy from grdr. We started fucking but neither one was feeling the fuck. Decided to stop and leave. Mutual decision that the vibe wasn't there. Went to the local ABS since I was horny and hadn't gotten off. Got tokens and went to the back room in a booth with a nice GH. Was watching a movie as my cock grew. Saw a finger in the hole and I stuck my cock in. A nice warm mouth took my cock and started sucking. Felt great with his tongue swirling around. My cock was rock hard. I asked him if he liked to get fucked. He turns around and presents his ass against the hole. I play with his hole a bit. It is wet and ready for my cock. I slide inside and start fucking his hole. I was really horny and started to pound that ass from the other side of the GH. He pushed back and I pushed in deeper..I could tell I wasn't gonna last long and shoved deeper. He pushed back waiting for my load. I shot a big load deep inside his ass and had to hold back moans of pleasure. He squeezed my cock and worked every drop out. Turned around and sucked me clean. I love ATM. I zipped up and left.
Was still horny and saw a fuck bud online. Told him what I had just done. He said he was horny and if I wanted to pound his hole he would be glad to get my dick up there.
I went over to his place and we got undressed. He put on some porn and sucked my cock. He said my cock tasted great with cum and ass on it. He got me so hard. I sucked his cock too. Fingered his ass and turned him around. I slipped my cock deep inside his hole. We fucked and fucked. I pounded his hole and shot a hot load up deep inside.. My bud turned around and sucked my cock again. It made me hard again..We fucked more and I ended up shooting 2 more loads deep inside his ass..We sucked and kissed and it felt so damn good. I left with a satisfied cock and smile on my face. We will hook up again soon as his ass felt so amazing and he loved my cock deep inside. He thanked me for the 3 loads I put deep inside his ass! Love when I can get ass when I'm horned up.
I made arrangements to breed a couple buds on Thursday. So addicted to breeding ass.
I’ve been blowing a str8 buddy for a couple of years now - especially when he’s hit a dry period. Recently he’s been asking what it feels like to fuck a boy’s ass and why I enjoy it so much. I said why don’t you try it for yourself but he’s never taken the plunge. Last Saturday he thought he was coming over to get his cock sucked but I’d arranged with my boy, Drew to be there as well. Drew douched out his hole so he was clean and fresh. My buddy arrived and we got naked and Drew and I got on our knees and sucked his cock. Drew stood up and bent over the couch with his legs spread. I also stood up and led my buddy to stand behind Drew, I held his cock and told him, now’s your chance to find out how good fucking a Boy’s ass is. I guided his cock into Drew’s hole and he pushed in. Man I’ve never seen such a grin on my buddy’s face. He pumped drew’s ass and with a loud grunt he shot his load into Drew. I didn’t want to waste Drew’s freshly seeded hole so I fucked him and mixed my seed with my buddy’s. I think he’ll be back for more of my boy's ass.
This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story.
Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
August 2017 (3 years ago)
My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life.
The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it.
And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of.
I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave.
I wanted to be a poz slave.
It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up.
I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was.
Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires.
I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub.
It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore.
I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load.
When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole.
He responded with a photo of his dick.
Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb.
Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind.
It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad.
We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy.
This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole.
Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him.
After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later.
At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go.
The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer.
"The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl.
I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me?
Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly
"Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said.
I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door.
"Step in", he said pulling the huge door open.
Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman.
I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night.
Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples.
"I am glad you came boy."
It was him!
I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger.
"Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer."
His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples.
"You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig."
His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans.
"Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention."
"Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good."
"Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock.
I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me.
"No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that."
As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab.
"Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door.
I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in.
I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage.
Or, so I thought.
"Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car.
"Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car.
"You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine.
It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back!
My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly.
Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body.
"Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?"
I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear.
"Yes what boy?"
"Try again boy"
"That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy."
He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back.
"You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out."
He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing.
"Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet."
Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself.
"Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are."
That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard.
Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice.