The amazing journey from boy to slut

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I got in contact with him on Grindr. At first he seemed like a normal guy, just looking for a  hookup. He was not particularily good looking, so didnt catch my attantion. That day I was in mood for both cock and face. But waiting for potential  breeders to respond, I continued chatting with him. He was in his early forties, average build and rather tall. After sharing pics and some stories, he writes to me:

"You know, sometimes I organize cumdump-sessions. Have an arsenal of tops I can gather for particularily hungry and deserving btms."

My heart stopped for a small second, and when it started again, it went in a slightly higher rate. In a matter of seconds, my mind had already served me piles of kinky fantasies, starring me. Insecurely I responded a simple "wow, sounds fun.", adding "those lucky btms" a few moments later. Some nervewracking minutes passed before he read my replies, and I could se he was writing back to me. "You seem just like the type of boy. Horny, cum-craving, good looking, dirty minded, verbal, fit for long sessions - just like my other whores."

I couldnt believe i matched all his criteria, but the more i thought about it, i realized that i actually did. It was basically a description of me. So I said that if he was interested in investing in me, i was willing to be in his stable of mares. Then I asked him how an evening as his rent-out-property would look like. He said it was too late for him to explain that day, but that he could send me an email the next day. So I gave him my address, and repeated that I would love to be whored out in one of his sessions. 

I was satisfied for the night. Usually, when I first start cruising Grindr in the evening, i dont go to sleep before I have fucked at least one guy, or been fucked by at least one man. If its a really bad Grindr night, then I can accept having a cloudy popperbate to some filthy porn. Since the pandemic, the popperbate-nights had become more and more frequent. So having all my favourite popperbating-videos removed from PH in december really turned the 2020-nightmare into a fucking 2020-hell. This particular night however, I was satisfied only by talking to this mysterious - not good looking but still intriguing - guy that had made some vague promise to whore me out. So I went excited to sleep.

The next day I woke up to a new email in my inbox. It was from a custom made sleazy-sexy-only-if-you-know-your-gay-kink-language-email adress, and the whole thing looked impressively serious and professional.
 

Quote

 

Hey Jonathan!

Thanks for the chat on Grindr. I really meant what I said about you. I have done this for many years, with lots of different boys. My experience is that boys like you make the most successfull stories. The tops I'm in contact with really enjoy using this kind of guys, so I'm sure they will be satisfied with you. So please consider doing this with me. I cannot guarantee enything, but my statistics are promising. Anyway, let me tell you about my concept:

Preparation 
This is tha phase before the session, where I get to know you, and together we set up the rules. I have a set of basics criteria, but I'am open to discussing many of the other aspects.  

Non-negotiables:

The most important rule is: The top is the centre of attention. This means that 

• All tops attending will fuck, regardless of size and time. Only valid reason for cancelling a sending a top home is severe injury or illness. 
• All tops will fuck bareback/raw. No condoms allowed. In my arsenal I have only BB tops, so from my side this is all settled. 
• Some tops may want their bottom blindfolded, which we will respect. You cannot choose to take off your blindfold. 
• Some tops may not like a blindfold. You can therefore not wear a blindfold, if the top wants you exposed. 
• The tops request a time that they want to use the bottom. They usually book between 20 and 40 minutes each. Some tops have 1 hour as a minimum. They get either all or nothing, depending on the total timeframe set by me/btm in advance. This means the number of tops in an evening does ONLY depend on the timeframe, not on the bottoms mood of the day.
• The tops fuck/breed in the style they want - rough, wild, uninhibited, verbal, vanilla, soft, hard, deep, intense, slow - it's all up to te top. (Most of my tops are on the rougher and kinkier side)
• The tops fuck/breed in the positions they want. Be prepared for anything. 
• All communication with the tops goes through me. The bottom will not know who the tops are, or how they look before the session. If blindfolded he never will. 

Negotiables:

• The bottom and I agree on a total timeframe for the session. Minimum is three hours. Maximum is three days (36h). 
• The bottom and I agree on the place. It can be a hotel room/suite (paid by btm) or at my or his home. 
• The bottom and I agree on whether the session is 1on1 only, or if we allow groups, DP etc. 
• The bottom and I agree on what limits for the evening. Musts are: Ass-fucking, throat-fuck and rimming. Optional are: wet, scat, spanking, toys, fisting, etc.
• The bottom and I agree on videoing-rules. (if at all, visible face, posting online, sharing, etc.)
  The bottom and I agree on breaks, but should be kept to a minimum, to keep the cum-dumping efficient.
• The bottom and I agree on what is to be done with the cum during and after the session (Dumped/stored/absorbed/felched/eaten). The tops will get notified whether it is acceptable to felch out cum from previous tops or not. 

Action
When all planning is finished, the day for the actual session comes. The bottom must meet prepared and douched. 
I provide necessary equipment, such as lube (if agreed to use it), toys, poppers (and/or other chems) bdsm-ropes/rings etc. 

On a typical night I have 10-15 tops, most of these are singles, but on average I have 1-2 couples each time. Sometimes I have even had larger groups of 4-5 guys, booking time together. The tops arrive one at a time or in pairs/groups. Tops may stay after they've finished their time, if the next one allows it. 

The action goes on for as long as planned. The breeding and lusting is the centre of attention and pleasure. The bottom must at all times ensure that the top's needs are fulfilled, and put his own pleasure in second row.

The cum goes preferably in the ass, mouth is an alternative. 

 

After the session
A day after the session a survey is sent out to the participants, both the Bottom and the tops. It contains a questionaire and ratings about the session, whch will help to ensure good quality on future events. If the bottom recieves suficcently good reviews and ratings from the tops, he may be included in my regular cumdumps and deserve more cumdump-sessions in the future.

Video that was recorded during the session may also now be shared with the participants, and/or the internet.
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So, what do you think, Jonathan? If you find this interesting, please let me know. I have many horny guys on my list, and can put together a nice session for you after agreeing on the terms. 

Horny wishes,
Michael

 

I really didn't know what to do. The whole concept seemed surreal, did this really happen to me? In real life? Part of me just wanted to reply a giant YES!, while another part wanted to stay calm - just in case it was a dream I didn't wanna wake up. All I knew was that my cock was rock hard, throbbing in precum.

 

[TO BE CONTINUED SOON]

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Next part comes soon! Please enjoy, react and comment if you like it, great to know who the horny pigs in the audience are! 🐽😈💦

Edited January 3, 2021 by JonathanOslo

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Something all bottoms want to hear!

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Of course I accepted the offer. I had always been a horny person, and the recent years my mind had really turned me into a perverted sleaz pig. I sent Michael an email, letting him know I was interested in being one of his cumdumps, getting whored out to tops. He suggested meeting at a café to discuss the terms and agreements of the session. I was a little unsure about talking about these things out in public, but he promised it would only make me hornier. We decided to meet a few days later we met at a small cafe, near his place.

I put on some black jeans, and a black shirt. All black was a favourite of mine, not just on the club. I waited outside the cafe for Michael. The man from the pictures I had seen earlier didn't show up at time. In fact, he never showed up. Instead, a beautiful, hot man came up to me, introduced himself as Michael, "we've been in touch over email". I was confused. He didnt look like his pictures at all. On the pictures I had seen an average to ugly person, nothing for the eye really. At least not my type. But the man standing in front of me was amazing. He was a bit shorter than me, dark haired with a clean cut beard, and his muscular body couldn't be hidden, even behind his black pair of nicely fitted cargo pants, a military green sweatshirt and baseball cap. He also had white sneakers and a metal necklace. This man was definetely the Michael I had chatted with, but not the person I had received pictures of. The only right thing was the age, he was in his forties.

"You see, I have had guys approching me and my business not because they are sluts but because they are into me. Then they pull out of the project as soon as they realise they will not get my cock. So I started some years ago to use fake pics to ensure the guys I spoke to were really into the project and not me. I am sorry for the dishonesty, but I just hate planning and inviting tops, only to have the bottom cowardsly never show up, because he wasnt the pig he pretended to be."

"Well, its better with a surprise from average to hot, than the opposite..." i stuttered, shyly. It was pretty obvious I was into him too, not only his business.

"Yeah, absolutely. Well, lets get inside and start the planning, sall we?"

"Sure!"

We went into the small cafe, and sat down, having a coffee each, at a table in the corner by the window. He went straight to the matter:

"So, you're into this? Let me know why it turns you on..."

"Well..." I was amazed by his confidence and the way he talked as if this was the most normal thing in the world... "Well, I have always been a person that likes to... have fun... with other ..." my voice was low and almost whispering.

"Speak up, boy! Use the words you would use if we were alone, playing in my bedroom. Horny, fuck, cum, breed - no shame. Speak with a normal voice, and noone will care. And if they do - well their problem." He looked deep into my eyes, deadly serious. 

"I have always been a horny being. Love to get fucked."

"and?... this is not your typical hookup, you know..."

"Yeah, the last few years I have been more and more into sleaze and pigstuff. 

"Thats more like it!" he said with a horny grin on his face. Still maintaining eye contact with me. 

We continued chatting about my personal sex life, fantasies and desires for a little while. Then he pulled up a paper from his bag, and we started going through the process he had described to me in the email. He took notes of everything. At first he was open to my ideas and preferenes. I suggested going with the minimum time frame of three hours, and only 1on1s. I also suggested doing basic only, in regards of sex activities allowed, only anal-, oral-fuck and rimming. He nodded when I spoke, but his smile went smaller. When I had made all my suggestions he stared at me and said "You're joking right?"

I didnt know what he meant. I wasnt joking, I was serious. 

"From what i know about you, this it way to little. It will not satisfy you at all. And my tops would expect much more from a boy like you."

"Oh? I dont get it, it seems quite wild to me already, with these basic terms...??"

"You have no idea of how this is working at all, do you... My top friends fuck hard, rough and verbal. They will absuse your like noone you can find yourself on Grindr, and will definetely not be happy with a good lucking wannabe-slut only taking cocks for three hours. The tops I wanna pair you with all have a minimum time of one hour. So in your world that will give you three loads. And thats not enough. Some of my tops require five loads inside before they show up. And what is this shit talk about only basic? Can you not take a DP? Never had a piss-tube down your throat? Well, maybe you're not my guy after all. I must have misjudged you by your appearance and your fantasies."

I was shocked. The whole thing seemed suddenly much more serious. Michael started packing his things, and rose from his seat. Walking past me on his way out, he stopped. Looking down, and saying 

"Well, it looks like that speech only  made you harder and hornier frim what I can see..." he nodded down to my cock. It was rock hard clearly pulsating inside my jeans. "Your cock clearly tells another story than all the bullshit you said earlier today. You're not a bottom, you are a slut, a whore. Just embrace it."

I didnt know what to say. I really wanted to do this, but was fucking scared as well. 

"Last chance. If you come with me now, i will wreck your ass once and for all, and it will never want to take anything else than raw, rough and multiple cum filled cocks."

A woman some tables away from us, looked shocked at us, and shaked her head... But I nodded, took my things and went with him. Ready to let him turn me into a slut. 

[bottombehr]

More can’t wait to read next chapters 

[Syracuseboy]

I love this story. Can’t wait for part 3

[HunkeBBBotm]

You’ve got my filthy mind running wild with what happens next. Great work and can’t wait for more. 

[gaypigbb]

Pt. 3

"You now, its not only about what you want. Its about actuall doing it."

"What do you mean?"

We were walking from the cafe to his house, a couple of blocks down the street. 

"Its been clear to me all the time that you are a pig. But it doesnt help if that pig only is let out when high on poppers in front of your computer. You have to actually get out and make an effort to do the twisted things you dream about."

"Yeah, i understand. But its a transition.. it cannot happen just overnight, right?"

"Back at the restaurant, your cock told me you were ready. It was stone hard after my rant. And you followed me out the door, still walking with me. If you first enter my apartment - I promise you you will be a slut by tomorrow morning. I have converted boys to sluts many times before."

I looked at him. He was extremely handsome. I had come to the meeting, believing I would meet an average guy but here was the guy of my fantasies. Although the plan was to get whored out to others, not fucked by him, I couldtn help but hope that he would have a go himself as well. But what did he mean with turning me into a slut? I had had rough sex before, so I wasnt afraid of that. I had taken huge toys, even done a successful DP once. 

He used his keycard to open a door in a tall building, and we went inside. We went up the stairs to sixth floor where he used his card again to open a door to an apartment named Peter. I were inside his domain. His habitat. And I quickly understood that he were not to be told the rules. He were to rule. 

"Well, I warned you. You're now inside my home, so you will be a slut by tomorrow morning. Understood?"

I didnt know what to say

"Yes sir", he answered for me. 

"Yes sir.", I said timidly. 

"Strip!". 

I stripped down until only underwear and socks left. Something was wrong.

"Come on!! Why the hell do you wear boxer briefs and those normal socks? Sluts never wear that. Only thing youre allowed to wear under your clothes from now on, is a jockstrap and tennis socks."

"okay"

"Okay SIR"

"Okay, sir." 

"You own those items, right?"

"Yes, sir. I have two jockstraps at home. And a few pairs of tennis socks as well."

"Tomorrow, you throw away anything else. And go online and buy 10 more jocks."

"Yes, sir". 

"Wait here, for a moment" Michael said and left. Or was it Peter, I didnt know anything anymore. 

What was going on!? I was in a strangers home, a hot man, but still a stranger, getting told to through away my beloved collection of briefs. And use my income to buy jockstraps. This was certainly not what I had imagined, lying in bed a few nights ago, cruising Grindr.  Michael returned with a military green NastyPig jockstrap,

"Here, take these on. And these socks", handint ghe stuff to me. 

I did, and had just finished, when i felt a big strong hand me tight on my neck, push-leading me down the hall, into a bedroom with a large bed in the centre. 

"Get up there." I did.

"On all fours" I followed his command.

"Open your mouth", i did. And he shoved his hard cock inside my throat.

I hadnt even realized he had stripped down too. While gagging on a huge dick, I could see him - a slightly hairy muscular chest, framed by a leather harness and his big arms accentuated by leather arm bands - in the perifery of my field of view. 

"Well, just get used to this." All tops want a good open throat to warm up with."

I couldnt answer, having my mouth stuffed. But could I have answered, I would probably have told him I regretted the whole thing. So maybe best I couldt say a thing. While forcing his cock deeper and deeper down my throat, he kept telling and instructing me. He told me what was the best angles, what to do with my tongue, arching my back, pushing out my ass to tempt, what sounds to make, and not to make. He showed me all possible positions to mouth fuck, everything from upside down to the standard edge of the bed. I had tears in my eyes from all the gagging, but it didnt seem to bother him at all. He ust kept on teaching me how to take his cock in his mouth. After what felt like at least 30 minutes, he pulled out of my throat.

"Well, you're improving. You will be able to satisfy guys with this some day. Just a little more practice needed."

I didnt answer, being so tired. 

"What did you say?" He almost shouted.

"Nothing, sir".

"Exactly. Always respond to me when i say something to you."

"Okay, sir. "

I looked up, and he had his typical, almost evil grin on his face. looking me deep into my eyes, with horny green eyes. 

"Well, its time to inspect your hole."

"Right now, sir?"

"Did i say tomorrow?"

"No, sir"

"Today then".'

He made me lay on my back in the middle of the bed. He spread my legs out, and had a good look at my hole. 

"not too bad. Looks inviting". 

He leaned down, touching my hole with his lips. He kissed it a few times, before I could feel his tongue poking at the opening. It didnt take long before he went rougher, moving his tongue both on the outside and the inside of my hole. Finally something that I too could enjoy. But as soon as I had thought that thought, he stopped. 

"Well, this isnt worth wasting time on, you just lay still and open your cheeks for the top. Occasionally you tighten and loosen your hole, just to tease him. If you get a response from him, continue like you did. Okay, slut?"

"Yeah, sir." 

"Okay. Then lets move on to the main lesson of tonight. The breeding."

"Yes, sir. Lets do it."

"Taking cock up your ass is the most important thing you could ever do. Serve any top who wants to have your hole." He climbed off the bed walking away. In the doorway he stopped, and turned around. 

"Oh, i will just get my husband. He is a true master teacher of breeding. He will coach you."

 

 

Edited January 5, 2021 by gaypigbb

[cublad]

nice!

[gaypigbb]

Pt. 4

I waited a couple of minutes at the bed, before I heards steps in the hall. When I looked up I saw the couple approaching the bedroom. Michaels husband, Peter, was black, taller, bald, had a beard too, and just as muscular as Michael, if noteven  fitter. While Michael still wore his leather gear, Peter was completely naked, and my eyes wandered quickly down to his cock, which was HUGE. It had a nice curve to the left and were quite veiny. I didnt dare to think of it fitting inside me. 

"So this is the material?" Peter asked, putting on the same grin as Michael. 

"Yeah. He has a slutty mind, but doesnt let it out." Michael responded. 

"Well, that problem can be solved, cant it?" said Peter while he climbed onto the bed. He lay me down on my back with my legs in the air, and had a go on my hole with his mouth. "Its nice and wet here already, great job Michael".

"yeah, I gave him a round. But its the cock he needs to learn to take.", Michael said, sitting down on the bed, next to me. 

"Lets feed him then!"

"Hell yeah"

They were both now on the bed. I had still my legs up, spreading my ass cheeks leaving the hole slightly open. Michael gathered some spit in his mouth, and dropped it down, lubing up Peter's cock. Peter looked me in the eyes, while slowly rubbing his cockhead against my hole. Holding the eye contact, he went deeper and deeper. His cockhead was big. Imagine Drew Sebastian's amazing cock - only black - that was Peter. It hurt pretty much every time he pushed deeper, pressing my hole open. He was constantly making remarks about how he fucked, and how I did as his bottom. 

"You see, im considerate now. ince it's your first time taking my pig cock, i use some time. Next time it will go all the way in just three thrusts." he said. "yeah, relax like that, i can feel when you are tensing up and when you are relaxing. Use tension to make my experience fucking you better, not to ease the pain for your own sake. It often goes hand in hand actually", he almost commanded me to loosen up my hole for him.  "I usually have a PA, but you'll have that later."

After some minutes he got all 10 inches inside my ass, and from there it only became rougher. He started using his full length in every thrust, and i could feel him hitting my gut somewhere inside my stomach. He worked his way through different speeds, depths, angles, positions, constantly explaining what he did. however, he made sure to say that I couldnt expect anyone else to be as pedagogical as him. He was definetely not asking me about anything, he did what he wanted and threw me around on the bed to get what i wanted. He kept going like this for at least an hour, shifting through what seemed to me to be his entire repertoire. It clearly wasnt, because he continued doing new stuff to me until I cried for a break. I barely felt my hole, and had almost lost control of my spintcher. Surprisingly, he agreed, and pulled out of me. He turned around and stood now on all four on the bed beside me. 

Michael had been inside the room all the time, commenting, adding his spit as lube, and occasionally giving me a rim while Peter fucked. Now he said in a strict voice:

"Well, Johnathan. Peter is versatile, so he enjoys having his hole used too. Rim him. Just as i rimmed you, rim him. Show him what you're worth."

i was so tired, but couldnt but accept the command. I turned over and bent over Peter's ass. I opened his cheeks and dived in. Then i saw it, just on the top of his crack, barely visible due to low contrast to his dark skin. i got shivers down my spine - this wasn't at all what I had wanted. 

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What do you think happens? Add your guesses in the comments below. 😈🐽

 

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