The Hazards of Boring Sex

[Treehugger]

Been spending some time on the dark side guys, here are the results. I was not sure which category to put this in, does it matter? Enjoy.

I really loved my boyfriend Mark. He was smart, funny, handsome and as it turned out a dirty, double crossing, back stabbing, fornicator. Do I sound bitter? I left work early one fateful Wednesday due to the onset of a sick headache. I get them from time to time and the best thing for me to do is have a lie down in a dark room until it eases up.
     Very distracted and I let myself in the back door of our house, dropped off my bag and keys and headed for the bedroom. An odd sound stopped me in my tracks. Mark should be at work so what was that sound coming from the living room. Well I will tell you what it was. It was Mark getting his ass drilled by our neighbor Sam.
     Sam was in his late fifties, balding, somewhat over weight and married. A grandfather for Christs sake.  I never had a sexual thought about him, didn't occur to me Mark would. But there they were on our new couch, ass up, legs spread, Sam deep dicking Mark, apparently, to both their delights.
     I was in shock, speechless really. And I found a cure for a sick headache, just walk in on the love of your life being shagged by your adulterous neighbor. I stood there frozen and mute as I watched Sam's hairy ass clench and unclench as he rammed his cock ever harder into my boyfriends eager hole.
     Mark was very vocal, urging Sam to fuck him hard, breed his hole, GIMMEE THAT RAW COCK, he practically screamed. What?! They weren't even using protection. Mark and I had been together for two years and we still always used protection. WTF.
     Sam bent down to snog with Mark giving me an even better view of his fur lined ass crack. The guy was one hairy s.o.b. Mark wrapped his legs around Sam's back ensuring his fuckers cock would stay firmly ensconced in his needy hole. My needy hole damnit!
     I ran to the bedroom, hastily packed two bags and marched out of the house. They never even heard me, just kept right on with the buggery and the cheatery while my heart broke into a thousand pieces. I drove to a nearby hotel and checked in for a long stay. The first thing I did in my room was to block Mark's number on my phone. And then I called in sick for the next three days so Mark couldn't try to reach me at work.
     Three days wallowing in your own misery is both exhausting and boring. By Saturday night I needed distraction and to get out of my room. In a rum induced spurt of optimism I decided to go out and pick up a guy for nsa sex. Why not, I was a free man now.  I even cleaned out thinking I might just decide to get fucked. My toiletry bag still had condoms in it so I grabbed a couple and headed for the nearest bar.
     So I guess I had a little more rum than I thought because I didn't even bother to find a gay bar. How I thought I was going to pick up a guy in a straight bar is beyond me. I get a beer, find a seat and look around. Breeders everywhere. What an idiot!!! I'm a social retard as it is in queer bars, around the straights I feel positively alien. I tell myself I will just drink my beer and leave.
     Then Christ on a cracker I spot Sam.  He sees me too and a curious look flits momentarily over his features. I look away pretending I did not see him. Doesn't work. He makes his way over to me and stands there until I deign to look at him. "We need to talk," he says over the din of the bar babble. I don't know what to say to that so I don't say anything.  "Your boyfriend is worried about you," he offers.
     Sam is standing too close. I can smell his aftershave. He is very tan and his shirt is wide open exposing his hirsute chest. All I can think is that I did not know Mark liked his men so hairy.
     I remained silent. Finally Sam begs me to listen to what he has to say.  He returns to the bar to get us both drinks. While he waits I watch him make a quick phone call. I feel like an ass for letting him get me another beer, for bothering to hear what he has to say, for wanting to hear what he has to say. I want to hear how miserable Mark is, how contrite Sam is. I want them both groveling at my feet begging for forgiveness.
     Sam returns with my beer. I don't want to drink it but he insists I have a pull before he starts. Of course once I start I can't stop. I am like a siphon. He's talking but he is not really saying much. For fuck's sake why is he talking about the weather and the price of beer and why is he talking in slow motion and why is the world getting fuzzy. I felt Sam put his arm around me and begin to walk me out of the bar. He's strong and even with the extra weight his muscles are hard. I am enveloped in the smell of him. My feet did not seem to want to work. And then nothing.
     I woke up in my hotel room with a rotten head, sandpaper tongue and a full body ache. It took a long time for the world to come into focus and for me to understand where I was. Looking around I thought the room looked rather messy. There were some beer bottles scattered around. The bed covers were wadded up in a corner and there was some miscellaneous debris littering the floor. Then I felt it when I tried to roll over. There was something stuck up my ass.
     Whatever it was it was not small. What the hell did I do last night? I couldn't remember. I remembered showering to go out to the bar, walking to the bar and running into someone, maybe. My first attempt to stand up did not go well, nor the second. I managed to scrape myself off the floor and stagger into the bathroom to get a look at what was up my ass.
     It was a butt plug.  Took me a minute to figure it out having zero personal experience with the item. Once I decided what it was it needed to be removed but holy hell it was so goddamn bulbous it wasn't going to just slip on out of my hole. I squatted in front of the sink and began the process. Relax, gentle pressure, push. It felt like I was giving birth. In the end I had to grit my teeth with the pain and rip the damn thing out like I was pulling teeth.
     Pain, lots of pain and an enormous gush of something running down my leg. What in the hell? My ass lips spasmed and farted letting loose a last gush before my hole settled down into a numbed stupor. That's when the smell hit me. Cum. The butt plug was holding in a tidal wave of cum. 
     How could that be? I was a careful partner. I always used protection. No man had ever had his bare cock in my ass much less dropped a load but there I was standing in a pool of sperm that had leaked from my hole.
     Dazed and confused I cleaned myself off with a wet washcloth being careful of my tender asshole and then collapsed back on the bed. It took me a minute lying there to realize how damp the sheet was. I ran my hand over it encountering what were obviously slicks of jizz. The bed was one big sponge of sweat and spit and sperm. A whole lot of fucking had taken place on that bed.
     I tried closing my eyes and wishing it all away as a bad dream. No luck. When I opened my eyes the first thing that came into focus was a note taped to the mirror. My first instinct was to throw it away without looking at it, not give whoever had done this to me the satisfaction of playing their game. I recognized the handwriting though. It was Mark's. I had to read it. The statement was short. "Check out the new video on your phone. By the way don't try to make any trouble over this. You will regret it."
     I sat on the back on the bed for a long time unable to make myself pick up the phone. Teary eyed I stared down at my feet and spotted a half full bottle of tequila. I detest the stuff but I needed some courage. I downed as much as I could stomach, flopped across the bed and watched the video.
     The first bit was Mark cursing as he tried to set up the camera so it was pointed at the bed. It kept slipping and falling over. I almost laughed but sobered up seeing my unconscious self snoozing away next to a naked Sam. Sam was running his hands over my body, pinching nipples, pulling on my flaccid cock. Then Mark hopped on the bed and Sam turned his amorous attentions to my boyfriend.
     The next several painful minutes were them two making out as they rolled about next to me, jostling my body and at one point almost pushing me off the bed. That brought me back to their attention. Sam turned my head towards them and proceeded to explore my mouth with his tongue while Mark went south to suck Sam's cock.
     The tequila rose in my throat. I wanted to throw the phone across the room and get the hell out of there but I had to know what exactly had happened to me. When my attention returned to the screen Sam had gotten up on his knees and was feeding me his cock. My right cheek bulged out with every thrust of his fat rod. He really did have a jaw breaker of a prick. "He can't suck cock for shit," Sam quipped as he continued to rape my face, forcing his cock ever deeper down my throat. The sound of Mark's giggle was daggers to my heart.
     Mark reclined at the foot of the bed with his back to the camera. Pretending to examine his nails he snorted, "I know, more teeth than lip." Sam finally wedged his meat balls deep, one hand was around my throat the other pinched my nose. It was obvious there was no oxygen getting to my lungs and yet my body lay as still as stone. "God, he is really out," Mark exclaimed as loomed over me to examine my reaction. I watched in horror as the seconds then minutes ticked by while Sam continued to grind his crotch into my face. When he finally released me my lungs inflated with a wheeze and drool spilled over my lip onto the sheet. "You are an evil dog," Mark laughed as he enthusiastically kissed Sam over my comatose form.
     Sam grinned, "Yup and I think its time to introduce our friend here to the devil." Mark hopped off the bed. He came back into view with a small ice chest, the one that sat in our pantry on the top shelf. From it he pulled a thermos, waving it in front of the camera like a magician with a trick. Opening the thermos he produced a long cylindrical ice cube like the kind you make for water bottles. He waved it about then put it to his lips for a kiss and a lick.
     "This, boyfriend, is what is called a devil's dick." He held it close up to the camera so I could see its slick frozen milkiness. "Sam made it for me, well Sam and some of his closest friends." He turned to Sam and blew him a kiss. "In case you still don't understand, it's cum, frozen sperm. Lot's and lot's of fucks and wanks to make this lovely specimen and I am gifting it to you." He pointed at the camera with the devil dick, held his gaze for a long moment then went to stand by my side.
     I could not hear what he said next but it was obviously instructions for Sam to roll me over. Without a word or warning Mark pushed the semen dildo into my ass. The tequila boiled out of my throat and I retched painfully over the side of the bed. Abandoning the phone I staggered into the bathroom to rinse my mouth. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. By the time I sat back down on the bed and picked up my phone the scene had changed.
     Mark was filming now as Sam fingered my ass, slicking up my hole as the devil dick melted its fiendish contents into my guts. "Go on Sam," Mark urged, "have a taste, I know how bad you want to." Without hesitation Sam dove in roughly pulling my cheeks apart to give him better access to my cum slimed hole. I had always refused to let Mark try that and now I was getting royally reamed by my neighbor. Sam licked and sucked and rubbed his stubbled cheeks against my ass crack with a faint sound like Velcro being torn apart.
     The moment was interrupted by a curt knock at the door. With a smart slap to my ass Sam got up to let in the guest. A rangy character of moderate height came into view. He had rather greasy looking shoulder length hair and an unremarkable face except when he smiled and revealed a gold tooth.
     The men greeted each other with happy tidings and longish tonguey kisses then their attention turned to me. "Roger, meet my boyfriend. Boyfriend this is Roger." Roger approached me, pulled up my one exposed eyelid then slapped me hard. "Shit, this motherfucker is out for the count." He turned to Sam. "What the fuck did you give him."
     "Just a couple of those little white pills you gave me last month."
     "Well shit", Roger started to run his hands over me ending his exploration at my hole, " you only needed one. He'll be dead to the world all night."
     "So," Sam harumphed plopping himself back on the bed and pushing Roger's hand away idly fingering me again. "His hole is still tight, fuckable and according to Mark practically virginal."
     An evil grin cracked Roger's face in half. "Yeah but it's more fun to have a little life in them. Don't worry I got you covered." Roger retrieved a small black toiletry bag. From it he removed three syringes. "This one," he held out the first, "will bring him back to life while leaving the fight out him." He held out the second, "this one will calm him down and make him horny as fuck if he comes back to life more than we like."
     "And the third," Mark questioned eagerly.
     "This is Trimix. He'll be more fun to play with if he's hard. I might want to take him for a ride." Even wider evil grin.
     "Brilliant," Mark exclaimed slapping Roger on the back. "He really does have a beautiful cock. It would be a shame to leave all sad and droopy while we have our fun."
      Despite the ever deepening horror of the situation my heart swelled to hear Mark say I had a beautiful cock. He never said that to me. 
     Without further ado Roger flipped me over, pierced my cock with the syringe needle and depressed the plunger. Roger ordered Sam to rub my meat vigorously while the drugged worked its magic. I watched in fascination as my dick began to swell and harden. When it was all said and done I swear my cock looked a size bigger. It was rock hard and throbbing with the need for attention. My real life cock vibrated in commiseration with its video twin. Sam swooped in to have a taste then offered the spit slick knob to Roger. He accepted and downed me to the root with little trouble.
     Again there was a knock at the door. Roger released my cock long enough to mention it was his friends Rafik and Simon. "They'll be wanting a quick pump and dump," he said nonchalantly before returning to slobbering on my hard-on.
     As naive as I am I knew well enough what a pump and dump was but I was still in denial not believing Mark would let something like that happen to me. Clearly I was an idiot. In walked two young thuggish looking specimens decked out in grimy jeans and hoodies. Getting a better look they were obviously flying higher than the Goodyear Blimp.
     Simon was a ginger with a close cropped beard, an attempt to cover a severely acne scarred face. Rafik was some flavor of black with dreads and what turned out to be a majorly hooked dick. He had to fuck me sideways but I am getting ahead of the story.
     Introductions were made as Mark passed around beer and booze explaining the situation although it was obvious even to such drug addled minds as the two newcomers possessed. Sam interrupted the chatter and laughter (Mark was talking about the devil's dick) to explain that Mark had first dibs on my hole for actual fucking and breeding as he was the long standing and suffering boyfriend who had to put up with two years of boring sex .Mark just nodded. That really deflated me. I had no idea he was unhappy with our sex life.
     Simon hopped up on the bed and slapped my face with his cock. "Alright then get this bitch fucked and loaded." He pried open my jaws and pushed his leaky cock in. In the corner of the screen I saw that Rafik had a camera out and was filming his buddy. "I need to empty my sack into this fine piece of ass." He stooped to slide a finger inside me.
     Sam took charge ordering them to place me in the center of the bed. Pillows and bed covers went flying. I was pulled roughly into the middle of the bed then the boys took turns fingering and eating my hole. Everyone agreed my ass was prime meat. I did not know how to feel about it. I was about to be raped after having already been drugged but they were so excited and appreciative of my attributes it was hard not to be at least a little proud.
     And then the deed was done. Mark maneuvered himself on top and without a bit of a tease rammed his considerable endowment balls deep in my hole. Even in my drugged stupor a moan escaped my lips. Sam had the camera by now and closed in on my face. Mark was whispering in my ear. "I have waited so long for this." Our heads rocked with the motion of his fucking. "You tortured me and now its my turn to fuck and breed your hole. You feel so good baby, all that delicious cum lubing your hole. I wish you were awake to enjoy this."
     "I got ya covered man," Roger brought over the second syringe. Mark stilled his thrusting long enough for a vein to be found and my blood to be laced with more drugs. It was fast working. A couple sharp slaps to my face I was awake albeit still rather dopey.
     Mark resumed his fucking. "Hey stud," he cooed, "welcome back to the world. How are you feeling?"
     I could read the confusion on my face. "I don't know," I said, then, " I am kind of thirsty." For some reason that made them all laugh.
     "Hear ya go buddy." Simon stepped up to the bed waving his cock. "I gotta piss." Mark maneuvered me over to take Simon's cock in my mouth. I was ordered to suck Simon like a straw and down every drop. Like a trooper I did as ordered.
     Roger asked what kind of chem piss Simon was topping me off with. Simon shrugged, "oh you know, a sort of pharmacological mulligan stew. We've been at it for two days." Rafik and Simon high fived like a couple idiot jocks and in the process knocking his still pissing cock out of my mouth and soaking my hair with urine. Everybody laughed and Mark licked the beads of piss off my face.
     Marked informed the group he did not want to cum yet. He wanted everyone to fuck me first but no cumming. Sam handed the camera to Mark and flipped me over. He draped my legs over his shoulders before placing his cock at my hole. "Beg for my cock you frigid little shit," he demanded.
     In a timid voice I asked him to fuck me. Whatever was in that piss was working its way through my system making me as pliable as silly putty. "Say it like you mean it," Sam barked. I was too far gone to be frightened but I did manage a reasonably sincere request that he fill my hole with his hard-on. "You got it baby," and he rammed his cock into me. My eyes rolled back in my head and a moan escaped my lips. Could it be true? It looked like I was actually enjoying being fucked by that hairy rapist.
     The next twenty minutes of filming was terrible porn while the camera was passed around as they all took their turn barebacking my hole. Each one positioning me as predilection dictated and like I said Rafik skewered me sideways as his hooked prick only allowed. They drank and smoked and laughed all the while the far off look in my eyes proved I had only an inkling of what was happening to me.
     Mark's turn came around and he announced it was time to breed my hole.  He had me on my back. "I want to look you in the eye," he growled into my face, "when I gift you with my special seed." I cringed at the idiot look on my face and how I thanked him. Mark informed me that all of them would be impregnating me. "You should feel grateful," he said tenderly stroking my face even as his cock bottomed out in my abused hole. 
     The tremendous fucking that followed had my real time dick chubbing up. Mark ploughed me passionately and roared as he came filling my guts with jizz and forever altering my future. Sam was next and barely managed a few thrusts before cumming. Simon did not make it to my ass, at least for his first load, spewing his load on my face and then taking the time to push the gelatinous mass into my mouth. Rafik took the longest to unload. Someone held the camera close and I was treated to long minutes of his hairless hole clenching and unclenching while he fucked. When at last he extracted his cock from my innermost recesses there was a disgusting sucking noise and a fat glob of cum belched from my hole and slid down my balls. 
     The camera was set in place. I lay there in a sweaty cum soaked stupor while my tormenters rehydrated with liquor and smoked their drugs of choice. Mark asked Sam how the ad was faring. Sam picked up his phone and after a moment responded. "Looking good. The fuckers are lining up and the first should be here any minute."
     A moment later the door opened and and a tall, older black man came into view. He asked which one of us was the cumdump and hauled out his cock. Without a word Simon and Sam unceremoniously flipped me over. Simon held my hands while Sam roughly pulled my legs apart. It all seemed unnecessary as I never uttered a grunt of protest. This was the first of several fucks courtesy of the internet. The man pushed himself into me and complimented the men at the slickness of my cum lubed hole.
     The next sodomite was a shadow of a man, his gaunt frame and hollow cheeks telling the story of his life. I watched in horror as he mounted me. It was  like watching a train wreck. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he bottomed out in my hole. His rigor mortis like grin punching me in my soul. For a moment my eyes lost focus as I teetered and then I saw it. The camera zeroed in on the tattoo above his crotch, a biohazard sign. No. That can't be. What was happening.
      The man looked like death warmed over but he could still fuck. His stringy muscles had strength and I watched in fascination at the network of veins crisscrossing his body. I could hear Mark talking about his dick of death and it truly was a monumental piece of anatomy. It appeared and disappeared into my body, the slick rod looked like marble. I watched it spit its poison for a brief moment before it plunged back in releasing the rest of its load deep inside.
     My cock of course was still rock hard and I moaned when he used the escaped cum glob to lube me up and stroke. I didn't even flinch as he leaned in for a long lingering kiss. "If that doesn't take," he whispered, "I'll be breeding you again before the party is over."
     My cock had gone as limp as my hand and the phone dropped to the bed. I lay there staring at the note still taped to the mirror. I couldn't see the video but I could hear the sounds of fucking and laughing. Sam had started to call out the loads as I was fucked and filled by strangers. "Eleven, fifteen, twenty-two...." And then my voice.
     I was coming to my senses, yelling and trying to get off the bed. Two brutes I had not seen before were holding me down while Simon injected me with the last syringe. A moment later you could see my eyes glaze over and all the fight went out of me. One of the brutes poked me in the ribs and I giggled.
     "Time for round two," a voice in the background chimed.  I was calm now and the hairy bear that had been holding me down savagely skewered me with his fat uncut cock. I moaned as he fucked, sweat beading on both our bodies.
     Mark whispered something into the bears ear. He shifted position so Mark could maneuver himself into a double penetration. I watched in horror and my hole stretched to accommodate two cocks. The bear stayed in place as each man took a turn with the DP. Where did they all come from? 
     The bear leaned in for a kiss. Then Sam appeared revealing to the camera a mouth full of cum. He playfully pushed the frothy mass between his lips before leaning down and snowballing it into my mouth. The bear greedily resumed his kissing sloppily tongueing the load load between us.
    I gagged and dry heaved. There was nothing left to bring up.  The rest of the video was a blur of cock and cum. Men came and left. I barely watched, just more of the same. The marathon fuck session ended with Simon riding my cock. I moaned and twitched as the man encouraged me to cum, fill his ass. I was fascinated by the look on my face. The pleasure that was clearly written there as my nuts released their seed into the drug dealer. My first bareback load as a top.
     At least I thought I was done. Bio tat guy was back. Sam and Mark pinned my legs back as the man resumed his fucking. His stringy hair was matted and damp. He looked exhausted. "Gotta say boys," he bragged, "I fucked a lot of ass tonight but this one here has got them all beat."
     "How do you like that stud?" He leaned in. "Your hole is plenty slick enough but I have enough ass juice on my cock from all those slut bottoms to lube you up good. Hey," he called out, "how many loads does this piece of shit have in him?"
     Mike and Sam grinned replying at the same time, "Thirty-two". And then one of them produced a marker handing it over. My fucker wrote CUMDUMP in big letters across my chest and the number thirty-three below it. Tossing the marker aside he thrust harder and harder before bellowing, "God dam!" My last load of the evening.
     "If that doesn't take," he joked, "I'll retire in shame." Laughter all around. Mark produced the massive butt plug and worked it into my red and puffy hole. As dazed and confused as I was at that moment what came next was still a shock.
      Dutifully I began to clean the room, straightened the bed, showered and douched keeping careful watch on the time. You see I was given strict and explicit instructions on what to do. There was to be a penalty if I did not comply. Were I to deviate in any way certain portions of the video would be sent to my family, friends and place of employment. Of course Mark would know who to provide elicit evidence of my debauchery.
     Precisely at 8pm I was sitting quietly on the end of the bed as Sam and Mark entered the room. 
 

[7bb86]

This is a mega hot bit of fantasy oink

[Hotrawbutt4u]

That is really hot

[DCWildBtm]

Amazing awesome!

[shinelover]

This is fucking hot! Next part please 🤩

[Nkdnudist]

Wow Great story ,beautiful wrote hope continues 

[rublthlad]

Hot piece of writing

[pozpopperpig]

Very hot even though Mark and Sam are evil mothers.

[RawSubDad]

I love your writing and the story and I can’t wait to hear what’s next for the former boring lover. 

[Treehugger]

Part two

I was too numb with betrayal and exhaustion to react when Sam and Mark entered my motel room. Without a word Mark approached and slapped me hard knocking me off the bed. "I told you to wait at the foot of the bed on the FUCKING floor," he spat at me. "You are almost too dumb to fuck."
     I stared up at Mark trying to find a trace of the man I once loved in his angry face. "Did you ever love me," I asked genuinely wanting to know.
      "Yes," Mark answered sounding sincere but then shrugged. "At least I thought I did. Turns out its your money I love. A boy gets used to evenings out and expensive clothes."  He brushed an invisible speck off the cashmere sweater I got him for his last birthday.
     "Don't get me wrong boyfriend, I think I could have loved you had you not been such a drag in the sack. For fucks sake who insists on condoms for two years. Do you even understand how sti's work? I mean you really are quite fuckable. When we first met I thought you looked like Ryan Reynolds but better looking, then I found out what a frigid bitch you were in bed, game over."
     Mark reached for Sam and gave him a kiss. "Then I met Sam and discovered we had the same problem. His ball and chain was a bigger dried up cunt than you. Sam went five years without wetting his dick in the ole pink."
     They both laughed and Sam grabbed my arm to haul me up. "Time to get the show on the road," he said roughly pushing my head sideways to examine where I was slapped. "Tsk, tsk," he admonished Mark noting my red skin. "Can't be damaging the merchandise."
     "Cheer up boyfriend," quipped Mark as he rifled through my wallet helping himself to the cash, "we're going to a party."
     I suppose I should have paid attention as we drove but I couldn't bring myself to care. We ended up in an unsavory district of warehouses and abandoned buildings. Without knocking we entered one of them. The hallway led us to sort of waiting area and a rat faced man in leather. He face split with an oily smile, "Is this the party favor then," he asked pointedly without a greeting.
     Mark pushed me forward and the rat faced man proceeded to examine me like stock. "He's a pretty one, too good for this crowd. They'll eat him alive."
     "Are you saying you don't want him," Marks voice was loud with irritation.
     "Oh I want him alright but he looks.....reluctant." He reclined putting his feet up on the table never taking his eyes off me. "I don't mind using a bit of, lets say, persuasion but we can't have the party favors putting up a fight every time one these fat slobs or vice ridden perverts wants their turn."
     Mark pinched my face like a child and gave it a wiggle. "Don't you worry, he will be on his best behavior. Won't you boyfriend. He understands the consequences of refusing. Tell the man you will behave."
     I only nodded and Mark jabbed me in the back prompting a verbal response. "I'll do what I am told," I said eyes downcast.
     "Good enough for me," the host said jovially hopping up to open a door. "Hand him over to Peter to get geared up. Come back for your cut when the party is over. Have fun boys," he concluded with a little wave.
     Peter was an obscenely obese man ludicrously attired in a leather harness and kilt. His piggy eyes sparkled as Sam explained I was one of the nights party favors and needed kitted out. We were left alone and I was glad to be away from the monsters that had turned my life upside down.
     Peter ordered me to undress while he selected various leather items. His hands fondled and petted every part of my body as he fitted me with harness, cuffs, shackles and collar. My skin went cold and my cock withered as he pulled on it before stuffing it in a jock. "All set," he said admiring his work.
     I was hoping he was done with me but it was not to be. Peter had one more preparation before the party could start. "You do understand,"  he pointed out," what is going to happen to you out there. I mean you will be thoroughly fucked for the next few hours."
     I nodded knowing that would be one of the highlights of the evening.
     "The question," he asked," is how do you want to start the night, specifically lube or no lube. Those pigs won't even give you the benefit of a little spit. They'll be tearing into your ass right from the start. So can you handle it?"
     "Can't you provide me with some lubrication," I pleaded dreading a dry fuck as much as anything I could think of. 
    Peter grabbed his crotch. "I've got your natural lube right here, a quick lick and a poke and you'll be set to go. I cum buckets."
     I couldn't believe he wanted to lube me up with his own cum but what choice did I have. I agreed.
     Peter laboriously got down on his knees and gestured for me to bend over. I did as instructed and was immediately impaled with his snake like tongue. It was my first sober rim job and I would be lying if I refused to admit how amazing it felt. I sort of melted into Peter as he expertly lubricated my hole with spit. It was over too soon as I was lost in the best I had felt for days.
     Reality sparked back into my consciousness as Peters cock poked at my asshole. His fat belly rested on my back. Too his credit he went slowly being sure to smear his precum all around my hole before applying pressure. Peter's cock was proportionate to his size and he filled me completely. Grabbing me by the hips he fucked me with deep thrusts that left me gasping for breath. I felt guilty pleasure as he repeatedly scraped my prostate. I was leaking precum by the time he grunted and moaned releasing his load.
     Without further instructions I was led into the main room. It was scattered with couches mattresses, chairs, a fuck bench and two slings. I wasn't ignorant, I had seen porn before but of course had never been anywhere near such a place. My blood turned cold as I watched another party favor being strapped over the fuck bench. He seemed thrilled to get into position. Who the fuck were these people? I was led to a sling.
     The leather felt startlingly cold on my bare skin. A masked handler slipped the straps around my ankles and another around my midsection cinching it tightly. As he was finishing Mark approached the sling with a malicious grin on his handsome face. "How ya doin' boyfriend?" he asked without expecting an answer. I refused to look at him. To my surprise he leaned down for a kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and his stubble sent an involuntary shudder to my loins. Mark's kisses were expert.
     "I do love to see you in leather," he purred pulling on various straps. He looked me over admiring the scene. "I will be around to witness the gangbang," he viscously tweaked a nipple causing me to buck but of course stayed bound in the leather restraints. "And I will be donating a load or two. I haven't had enough of your ass.....yet." With a slap that sent pain exploding through my temples he walked off.
     I knew at that moment that no matter the consequences I could not live with Mark as the master of my future and that I would have to take extreme measures. Namely making a phone call to the one person I swore I would never speak to again. But that would have to wait. I had an evening carnality to endure.
     My dark thoughts were interrupted by a shadow crossing the dim light around me. A face came into view, one I should recognize but could not place. "Hey buddy." He smiled and then I remembered, it was Roger, Mark and Sam's drug dealer. "That Mark is such a prick. If he wasn't such a hot lay I'd tell him to fuck off. Plus he throws a lot of business my way," he trailed off, "so there you go."
     I examined Roger as he sort of petted and fumbled at me. He was rather plain looking but with a sweet smile and, I could not help but notice, a tight slim body, lightly muscled. My memories of him were confused with the images of him fucking me and my drug enhanced reality of the experience.
     "Say, this is going to be a long night for you." He looked around covertly. "There could be 40 maybe up to 60 guys here tonight all wanting a piece of the new meat. The more loads you take the more they are going to want a go at your hole." Simon adjusted his crotch. Obviously the thought of my being gangbanged was making him hard.
     "Its going to be hot as fuck but maybe not so much for you seeing how new you are to the scene. I could help with that." He pulled a syringe from his pocket. "I know you got a raw deal in all this but a shot of this will make your evening go way smoother, hell you might even enjoy it." He waggled the drug filled needle. "I'll even sneak back to top you off later to make sure you are still up in the clouds." He grinned that evil grin of his, it was sexy despite its origin.
     His hands never quit moving and eventually his fingers found their way to my hole. He slid in. The load I had already taken slicking up his digits. He removed them and took a taste. "I see Peter already had his way with you." I nodded. "I bet he used that old line about no lube in the play area." Again I nodded. Roger laughed, "Peter likes to be first and its not a bad deal, he cums a torrent. So what's it going to be rich boy, you want to fuck in the stars or down here in the gutter?"
     Again in felt there was no choice but to take him up on his offer. Roger quickly tied my arm and administered the drug. I watched his face as a rapture overtook his features while the liquid mixed with my blood. He loved his work. I was surprised by my the sudden need to cough and an odd metallic taste at the back of my throat. It was quickly surpassed by the euphoria that cascaded through my body. Roger smiled down at me and winked. "See you around stud, I'll be back for some of that well used hole."
     I was lost in my own hazy world as the drug turned the sensations of being bound in a leather sling to an erotic foreplay of the evenings events. I barely noticed at first as men surrounded me but of course came back to a reality of sorts as a fat cock entered my hole. A big bearded man glared down at me as he savagely skewered me. It felt amazing and I gasped out a thank you to Roger and the man who was fucking me. How had I ever lived without this? In the back of my mind I knew it was the drug making me feel that way but fuck me I had never experienced such intense and pleasurable sex.
     I begged for more and was not disappointed as top after top helped themselves to my bound ass. Both Mark and Sam made an appearance and Mark was none too pleased when he found me high on drugs and sex begging to be bred. He expected a bruised and broken man enduring the torments of a gangbang but Roger had derailed that plan. Sam happily ate my ass before plugging me with his beer can of a cock. "Damn boy, you really changed your tune. Fuck you are slick." His fucking pace quickened and he quickly added to my load count. Mark on the other hand couldn't get his cock hard enough to have a go. He got off on my pain and that was not happening.
     Mark stomped off to go watch one of the party favors being flogged on a St. Andrew's cross. There was a lull in the action and Roger approached sliding his rampant cock into my well used hole. "Having fun," he asked gently fucking me. I grinned and nodded. "I knew you would. That's some good shit running through your veins." He gave a look a round before producing another needle, from where I couldn't not tell. He was buck ass naked. 
     "This next round," he explained, "Is going to be rough so I got a little extra something for you." With a deftness that defied belief he injected me again without interrupting his fuck. A gentle moan escaped his lips as he unloaded, flushing my already well lubed hole with his nut. He kissed me then, very tenderly. "You are being a good sport. You and I could have a lot of fun together." And then he was gone. The short interlude made me forget to question his remark about the next round being rough. I did not have long to wait nor did I care when I found out as the new round of pharmaceuticals raged through my system. I was ready.
     A furry muscle man hefted a duffle bag and dropped it at my feet. From it he pulled black dildos of various sizes. I could see little of the process as my mouth was continually filled with cock. I couldn't get enough and neither could my hole as the muscle man proceeded to work over my hole with silicone cocks.
     It was a whole new level of sexual awareness as my hole was stretched ever wider to accommodate the girth of the dildos. When the size became more and more difficult they would give me a break that consisted of poppers and real cock. I had no complaints. Sam came by to drop off another load but saw no more of Mark. Roger hovered in the background to swoop in for a quick poke and a kiss.
     Roger was there when I took my first fist. It was not the muscle man whose huge mitts would have torn me apart. Another man with smaller hands enthusiastically fucked my hole with his fist. I thrashed in my leather bindings trying to buck and grind myself harder on his fist. The man knew what he was doing. My orgasm started to build and build. When I came the crashing crescendo blasted cum out my untouched cock spattering anyone within spitting distance with my jizz.
     I was spent but the show only spurred the men on to greater fuckery as they cheered each other on to fuck and breed my sloppy cum drenched hole. They lasted longer than I having passed out at some point. Roger woke me up with gentle slaps and proceeded to undo the bindings. I could barely stand as he helped out of the sling. Roger helped me to dress and walked me back into presence of the rat faced man where Mark and Sam also waited.
     Mark and Sam were paid for my services with a fat roll of bills. Mark looked me over with disgust. As disoriented as I was I let my indifference to his feelings be known. To Roger he said, "Get that slut cleaned up and back to the house. He has to be to work in the morning."
     I let them depart without comment and Roger steered me out the door behind them. I needed a bath and I had a phone call to make.
     

[pozpopperpig]

Can't wait for more

[Justaholeff]

7 hours ago, pozpopperpig said:

Can't wait for more

I second that!.....some hot story!

[MartyHVL]

All i can say is WOW.  Loved these parts and i truly cannot wait for more.  The detail you go into and the turmoil of feelings - granted through substance- gets me rock hard reading this!

Many dark thoughts have started going through my head!  Im not much of a top - but this makes me hope even more that a certain breeding takes place this week!  So horny now!

Thank you - and i cant wait for more!  Hopefully you can add more before Friday and get me even more in the mood to breed a sissies ass!  😉

[Guest takingdeepanal]

I think that Roger might just turn out to be his saviour

[redheadnsf]

One of the hottest stories I have ever read. THANK YOU! 😈

Seriously, you paint a hot steamy picture with your words.😃