A Runner’s Tale

[mwestchibtm]

This is such a damn good story @doomweaver3. Thank you for writing it! Woof.

[doomweaver3]

Thank you so much guys for the encouragement - it means a lot that so many sexy guys are into this! Lots more to come 😈

[Bearpigps]

OK - questions

Is Mark the same guy as Zeke?

What was put in our hero's ass:

      "John kneels in front of me, looks at me and softly speaks 'brace yourself son'

      "At that moment I feel a thin cold rod enter my rectum. I move to see what it is, but John is quicker and grabs my head almost painfully " 'Eyes fucking forward slut - eyes fucking forward' the authority in his voice speaks to my soul and I remain rigid at his command. Whatever is in my ass deposits a powerful stream  of liquid about 5 inches into my anus and I feel it. Like ice water.

  " 'Here we go' I hear Guy laugh from behind as the rod leaves my ass. A firm slap across my two cheeks follows and I feel the liquid trickle further into me as I send my mind to              investigate the new sensation in my ass. 

   "What started as ice water begins to feel like fire - the sandpaper sensation of earlier with Kem - only my ass was fucking itself as it tried to expel the inexorably warm liquid - failing      to do anything other than spread it further and deeper into my body."

Sounds like quite a bit more than a booty bump.  A drug that I  am not familiar with?

Finally, the Chapter ends on a teasing note:

    " 'Batter up' I hear John say as Guy calls over to someone behind me. 'Few more here before we take him up?'

    " 'Definitely' John replies with a wicked lilt."

OK, "Before we take him up?"  What does that mean?

Enquiring minds want to know!

[doomweaver3]

Thanks @Bearpigps 

Mark is different from Zeke, and as the story progresses you’ll see how far John and Kem take me and where 😈

[doomweaver3]

Part 7 - Uninhibited

In this position, ass up on a couch with a line of men behind and around me, my mind recalls a porn film I always like to watch, I’d never admit this to any of my friends, but my tastes in porno have always run a little dark and memories of Liam Cole’s Slammed dace unbidden across my mind as that scene of a club kid being bent over a couch and impaled by massive cocks contrived to enhance my horniness.

As a monster dick presses against my still tight hole, and another appears before my face, I determine to recreate the moment when two cocks punished the star over a black couch. 

My ass opened in a sudden piercing motion that shook my frame with short lasting pain as the cock stretched my hole further then it had been that night. My mind refocused back in my ass as the cum soaking my anal walls greased the entry - I could almost feel the dick pull the semen coating my anus deeper into me. At the same time a cock, essentially the same width, was forcing my throat into subservience.

A new bottle of poppers appeared next to me and was left under each nostril for too-long a time as I tried to tell them it was enough through gentle moaning. As the first wave hit me I felt a violent shove of the cock in my mouth and it secured a shattering victory over my throat and lurched deep into my oral cavity. 

A slight burning sensation greeted the dick in my ass as it destroyed the curve that had been in me since the last fuck, and released an unknown pool of the ice water into the soft walls of my ass.

Both guys moaned simultaneously as I felt their scratchy pubes crushing against my nose and ass. 

“Whoah” I hear someone say loudly as I was totally impaled on cock - my every hole nothing more than a playground for men’s pleasure. The next thrust came from the man stretching my hole, gently pressing my face further against the pubis of the man throat fucking me. More waves of poppers-fuelled energy washes over me and a low moan sends vibrations through my whole body, massaging the pulsating cocks defiling me.

“Good fucking god” one of them said as I felt them lean into one another and kiss.

“Look at how beautiful he looks” I heard someone say, a flash going off here and there at the corner of my senses. Another thrust in my ass and I gagged on the cock in my throat. 

“Daddy likes it when you gag boy - hit him again Steve” I assumed Steve was the guy in my ass and, still buried entirely in me, he pushed forward. Phlegm rose up in my throat and I hurried to swallow it causing a repeating pulse deep in my oral canal. 

“Fuck - ok” the guy in my mouth said. “Almost got me pup” he laughed as he started to pull his thick prick out of my bruised throat. “Yeah?” Someone said

“Penalties for loads in the throat remember” the same man said as the room murmured its horny agreement.

As his cock pulled entirely out of my mouth I got a full look at the man in front of me. An absolute demon of a man - tall to the point of towering with a thick set of gym-honed muscles covered in a sheen of sweat that made him look dangerous in the glittering light. His head was totally shaved and he wore a tight beard and black glasses. His cock, free from my mouth, was hard but hung low between his thighs with the sheer weight of its thickness. He saw me looking, squatted down in front of me and pulled me roughly into a deep, physical kiss.

“Told you he would be worth it” I hear John exclaim. “Made us wait though” the guy kissing me replied, breaking our kiss but holding me firmly in one meaty hand. 

“Didn’t you pup? Bet you thought you’d gotten away” the men behind me laughed as he retook my mouth in his, before telling me to open wide and spitting hard down my open throat.

“No escaping fate though pup” he said with an expressionless face, “not for holes like you” he finished with a gentle slap to my face.

“Breed him Steve” he said holding my head firmly in his hand and watching me intently as Steve began to pull and push at the elasticity of my hole.

“How’s he doing” Guy asks from nowhere after about 10 minutes of relentless stretching. All the while being held in place by the threat of the muscle god clasping my chin.

“Get Zeke” the muscle God says nonchalantly as John appears next to them both and squats down to make eye contact with me.

“Oh fuck - yeah - good call!” He replies, lifting himself off his haunches, his glorious dick almost grazing my lips, and striding out of the room leaving me to look at Guy and muscle God as they make out before me.

A few hands start playing with my body as Steve shoves in me at an angle that causes a slight break in the elastic of my ass. It feels as though something snaps within me as he hits the spot over and over again. I start moaning at the sensations and my eyes involuntarily close.

“Uh uh pup - keep your eyes open - I wanna see you take it” muscle god says 

I reopen my eyes to meet his.

“Be strong for daddy” he says almost smiling as Guy watches me and jacks his meaty cock.

Steve cries out and continues to batter the same spot inside me with a constant force causing me to shift my knees to compensate. As I move, his thick cock curves directly into one of my inner walls. His cock head is suddenly buried in soft, pulsing, velvet warmth and he yelps in ecstasy and unleashes a sudden torrent of cum. Furious spurts of life-affirming sperm-laden semen are deposited into previously undefiled walls of my inner self. As he pulses cum into the soft lining of my hole, my ass struggles to absorb it all and a glorious pool of sperm starts flooding the rest of my guts with silken, living lubricant.

Load Count: VIII

As the cum flows into me, my mind races unbidden to the freedom of the star of Slammed - the porno I enjoyed so often - and I heard my self whisper it’s name, rooting me to the memory of the man in the film who was exploring his own uninhibited self:

“Slammed” I whisper again as the cum fills me. The muscle God peered at me and said “the fuck did you say?!”

“Fucccckkkk” Steve groaned as his orgasm subsided, “2 more boi, 2 more” as he shot twice more into me. Muscle god didn’t repeat his question but started smiling at me as the cum filled my rectum.

“You’re built for loads pup” he chuckled as I saw John reappear. “Ok boy. When Steve pulls out, you’re going to sit up and clean him off. Then Zeke and you are going to put on a show for us, got it?”

“Oh shit…now?!” someone asks

“Yes now” John responds looking back over my shoulder at whoever asked “he’s ready”

The muscle god whispers something to John as they stand up together and I see John start beaming proudly.

“The fuck he did?!” He almost laughs

“Seriously!” muscle god replied and John looked at me. “Well…who knew!” he said tussling my hair.

Muscle god looks at me and I hear him say “when we move him upstairs, I wanna try something”

John looks back to him and nods his assent.

As John and the muscle god continued talking, Steve began to pull out of my ass. His sensitivity made it intensely difficult for him as my hole tried to keep him in me with a desperate grip. A few times he said ‘relax kid, for the love of god’ and “breathe - you won’t be empty long” - after a minute of pulling he was able to pop his thick head out of sphincter with an exhausted groan. “Jesus wept” he said breathing hard from the effort. 

“All right, remember your task boy?”

John said glaring at me.

“Do it…show me you’re ready for more cock”

“Fuck” Steve breathed behind me. “Ok…I’m ready. Come to me”

“We’ll be waiting” John said as he Guy and  muscle god moved out of sight behind me.

I felt my limbs like they were phantom parts of me returning to my mind, I groggily moved my arms so that I was upright, kneeling on the couch.

“There you go boy - keep going”

Direction is hard to comprehend for some reason, but I slowly turn my body around and plonk my un-responsive frame into a sitting position in front of Steve and his softening, cum covered cock. Behind him in the dark I see a host of different men I couldn’t recognise, only the thick, outstanding form of muscle God as he vanishes into the throng. John and Guy are visibly forward from the rest, illuminated by the dim light as they molest the hot twink from earlier, paying me no attention - confident I’d make them proud. 

As I adapt to sitting, Steve tells me I’m a good boy and guides my face the rest of the way. “Come get your reward” he says gently pushing his soft cock into my eager mouth. I close my eyes as I taste the cum of multiple men on his warm shaft and the now familiar heat of my own ass. A few minutes pass sucking Steve clean before I feel hands prise me off his glorious prick.

“Ok - good boy” John says, “Zeke, you ready?”

The twink appears at his side, and nods as John takes his hand, directing him towards me.

“One sec” John says, grabbing the flawless twink in a tight embrace and kissing him deeply.

“Do well tonight Zeke and you’ll get your reward” John says, caressing the twink’s shivering face.

Guy reinforced the message by sticking a digit into the twink’s hole and whispering something about getting me ready. 

I saw the twink moan loudly as the two men abused him as the line of men behind them moved closer.

I’m horny watching John and Guy - not the horniness you’d associate with getting hard, since I couldn’t - for me the horniness bloomed in the crevice of my ass - a yearning to be filled, to worship the men before me, accept their cum and bear there pleasure.

Guy disengages his finger from the twink’s hole, reaches to a nearby shelf and hands him something as John turns him fully towards me, chewing on his pale neck.

“Get after it son” John says and loudly slaps the twink’s pert ass leaving a print of his massive hand on his flawless skin.

All eyes turn to me and I sense the hunger in the room as the twink draws close.

Around me I hear the music again - it’s always been there - but suddenly it’s loud, a cacophonous symphony as the twink takes his place on top of me, straddling my caged crotch, and smiling softly.

 

 

 

[JeffSLmmPigDadd]

Awesome story! 

[Guest]

This is the hottest story I've read on here in a long while. Can't wait for the next chapter!

[doomweaver3]

Part 8 - Show time  

My mind struggles to focus on anything but the form of the twink straddling me. I examine every flawless inch of him and my attentions end at his dick - it’s about 3 inches and solidly hard, it protrudes perfectly from his completely hairless pubis and flares menacingly at its head. I want it to dominate me, I need it to dominate me. 

The twink notices and smiles. Sitting atop me his proud cock flexes in stark relief to my  own self-caged dick - as I imagine getting fucked by Zeke I feel my cock pump out another salvo of silken drool and bow my head in supplication to the twink who was so arousing me. I hear John say “good boy” as Guy replies “respect”.

The twink beams at me, the sudden centre of attention by my supplication. He’s much shorter than me, but lithe and I struggle to focus on his motions as he writhes in tune with a thumping bass beat from the music.

“Dance with me” he says smoothly 

“Yes sir” I say, cognisant of my place at this party.

“Fuck you’re so hot” he says and I feel myself blush. That garners a few coos’ and exclamations of ‘nice’ from our audience

“Good fucking boy” he says as I start to match his rhythm. We move together, static but fluid, our muscles under sweaty skin taught with the exertion. 

“You imprint so well” he says to me, as he watches me gazing back at him “going to make tonight so fucking special” he whispers.

“Boys like you” he gyrates so I feel his firm buttocks on my thighs “should be ass up taking every load whenever they’re told” I shiver with a growing appreciation for the truth of his statement.

“God…this is hot” I hear someone say from our audience before another voice says “fucking right Zeke” 

The twink smiles as he hears the same thing and stops his gyrating.

“You’re perfect” I exclaim breathlessly.

“Looks like our boy is in love again” I here Guy laugh. Zeke winks at me and strokes my chin. “Anyone here would be lucky to own you” he whispers again, but I barely comprehend the implication. 

He leans in to crush me in a kiss. Every part of his muscled body is tight, but his lips and mouth are soft - a gorgeous heat emanates from him and passes to me.

As soon as the kiss had begun, he ends it. I savour the bliss of it for a few more seconds with my eyes closed and hands stroking the outline of his hard abs - only the click of a lighter brings me out of the moment.

“Here we go” someone says from the darkness and is quickly - very quickly - hushed.

Zeke is holding a glass pipe to his soft lips. A short stem with a large bowl full of little clear crystals in the indentation. He gently heats the bowl until the crystals start to dissolve and ghost like wisps of white smoke swirl beneath. He takes a short intake, pulling the tendrils up the pipe and into his mouth, and exhales quickly as the bowl fills with ever more dense clouds. Happy with the smoke now swirling in the bowl, he sucks it all into his mouth. 

His motions are graceful and fluid as he takes the fumes into his lungs, bends down to me, locks his lips to mine and exhales the cloud deeply into me. A bitter, acrid smoke fills my mouth and I drink it down instinctively. It tastes weird…not awful…but weird. As the last of the smoke passes from Zeke to me, he kisses me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth and his lips moving in tune with mine with expert rhythm. I forget about the cloud in the passion of the moment. A lifetime seems to pass in a few seconds as my body suddenly reacts to the presence of the smoke, and I start hacking uncontrollably.

Zeke disengages our kiss and rubs my heaving pecs as a mass of dense smoke pours from my lungs and dissolves around us.

As my heaving settles, Zeke is already sucking in a new cloud

“Again” I hear John say.

Despite my tender lungs Zeke forces the next hit of strange smoke deep into me. “Shhhh….” he whispers stroking my chest and trying to calm me down “you’ve got this - you can do this” 

My eyes bug out of my sockets and try as I might I can’t hold it so I cough loudly, though less violently, again.

“Again!” I hear John a grip command

“Breathe baby” Zeke soothes patiently before lighting the pipe again. As the smoke from my last coughing fit dissolves around us both a warming sensation grows in the recesses of my mind. It reminds me ever so slightly of the ember I followed deep in my ass that led to the perfect explosion of pleasure moments before, only there’s no fear or fire, just comforting heat. I barely have time to comprehend it when Zeke’s lips crush mine again and more smoke passes into me. Only this time it’s smoother - or I’m more receptive. Despite my heaving breaths I accept the cloud without problem, Zeke watches as I gaze back at him but retain the cloud without coughing “Good fucking boy” I hear Guy exclaim as Zeke Kees rubbfing my chest and rooting me to the moment.

My control centres, already scrambled from the powerful ecstasy rooted in my ass, start to respond to a powerful sense of erotic passion in my chest. I felt parts of my synaptic makeup being reprogrammed - imagine things being breaking and re-knitting but in perfect visceral harmony - things I cared about vanished and things I needed took over. 

As I struggle to understand the new sensations I hear Zeke tell me to exhale.

Back on the couch I see myself breathe out a vast nebula of thick clouds as Zeke presses himself through it to feed me another. I raise up to meet him and feed off the smoke he pours into me.

The sensation of deep pleasure starts to throb in me - an animalistic call to give myself to men, to achieve the perfection of their orgasms deep in the warmth of my ass, to make men proud. I feel like a cum-obsessed Superman - placed on earth, on this couch, to take cock and serve.

Zeke breaks our longest kiss yet to tell me to exhale again and another dank, powerful cloud escapes my lips - it dies around us in gentle, half swirls.

“Be with me” Zeke says as he places my hands on his abs and sticks the pipe against my lips.

“Don’t disappoint me son” I hear John dominantly over the music.

“Breathe in when I tell you - like weed baby, and hold it in.”

I hear the familiar click of the lighter, a few seconds pass as I watch more of the crystals dissolve, “suck baby” Zeke says, “slow and deep”

I follow his command and take a massively long gulp of the sensational, power-giving smoke into me. “Fuck! Yes boy!” someone says.

“Hold it” Zeke says as the seconds race past and my nerve endings tingle to remind me of their need for cum.

“Exhale” he replies and I hear myself breathe out as stem of the pipe parts my lips again and I hear the instruction to breathe again.

The last hit is big, and the thumping of the music meshes with the thumping behind my ears - not uncomfortable, just a reminder from my twisted mind that it needed me to take cock - the urgency filled my being with a cold, metallic need that washed over me with increasing, shivering need.

“Exhale and look at me” I hear Zeke say, I hadn’t even realised I’d closed my eyes, and opening them reveals the perfect form of Zeke staring back at me. His soft smile peers down into my soul through my eyes as he meets me in a short kiss before telling me “one more” and repeats the motion of feeding me the pipe and more smoke. He’s right - the next hit of whatever it is, is like a mega power-up. The urgent waves of physical shivering are replaced with gentle, convulsions that travel down my spine and shudder in my cum-drenched ass. It’s like rebellious landing crews are re-directing my energy back to my ass and I suddenly groan at the intensity of the pleasure.

“There we are” Zeke says as he watches me - a see someone pass him a glass of liquid which he shots and returns before being given another.

“Come here boy” he commands “shot this” he pours some foul tasting liquid into my mouth and pinches my nose shut to force me to swallow. It burns my already sore throat as the glass disappears and a bottle of lucozade appears - “chase it” Zeke says and I take massive gulps of the glucose drink to wash out the metallic sourness of the shot.

As my ass throbs with kinetic, essential force a growing warmth rises to greet it - a comforting sense of complete safety and security - like I could do anything with anyone and never worry. The two forces meld and I groan loudly to a chorus of approvals around me.

“Oh fuuuck” I exclaim loudly closing my eyes

“No baby, eyes open” Zeke says and I comply as my hands move to my nipples, to my own abs and tweak and grope and paw at myself.

Zeke is smiling triumphantly as he looks at me one last time, meets me in a kiss and pushes me back into the couch so my legs are splayed over the edge.

“Fuck Zeke” I hear John say “you earned this - go find Kem and tell him I sent you” John emerges from the haze of my passions as Zeke slowly clambers off me and joins John in an extraordinary kiss. I watch and reach down to play with my hole as I imagine John fucking Zeke but before I can even feel my hole, Guy appears in view above me from behind the couch to grab both my arms and place my hands on his comfortingly hot, hard cock. I groan at the touch as muscle God reappears to pin my legs behind my head and expose my hole. 

“You flying pup?” He asks as his insanely thick mushroom head pulses against the lips of my ass. I gargle an assent as my ass parts on a sudden thrust and penetration is greeted by an audible pop.

“Fucking tight and wet” muscle god says as he sinks his coke can of a cock into me.

My ass closes around the base of his huge dick and he immediately starts an aggressive, dominant pounding. The walls of my ass are lubed with cum but muscle god is stretching me to my limit - I know he is - only my body isn’t responding as it should. Rather than registering pain it’s registering pleasure and doing everything to massage the girth of muscle gods cock in my shivering pussy. I know my ass must be tender but that only makes the pleasure more intense as he batters my chute over and again.

Guy utters a string of glorious encouragements before I hear him ask about “my special power” I gaze up at him leaning over me behind the sweat soaked shoulders of the man pounding me and see him winking at me. He releases my arms and I see his hand snake between muscle God and me to my cum-dribbling crotch.

“Let’s see” he mutters as he violently grabs my cage and twists.

My ass responds, but not as it did before. 

Rather than piercing pain, the sensation from my crotch magnifies the vibrations pulsing down my spine - the tempo changes at the new instruction registered in my crotch pulses through the ring of my hole incessantly gripping and sucking on the base of muscle god’s cock. “Interesting” I hear Guy exclaim as muscle god groans.

“Fuck pup…” he kneels up and remains perfectly still. In this position I see his vast musculature, my eyes travel from his thick neck to the perfect v-taper and his cock, buried to the hilt in my shivering body.

Guy twists again and it’s like my body goes into reverse. My hole violently sucks on muscle god’s cock - from the lips of my ass to the deep velvet warmth of my guts - I’m jealously pulling him into me in the hope I will extract his load.

“Yeah” he says breathlessly as I hear a chorus of ‘fucks’ and ‘hots’ from the men around us.

“Goddam you’re special” I hear Guy say almost ruefully as he masters the controls of my body. I groan a long thank you as Guy smiles, one hand tweaks my nipple and his mastery is complete.

Pulling and tweaking my body, Guy is able to direct my newfound superman-like energy around the thick invader in my ass - with the last pulsing motions, muscle god grabs my traps and shoves me further onto his cock. My tight hole and warm guts welcome a few more centimetres of him into me as a fearsome knot of cum passes up his shaft.

“Fuckkkkk! Take it pup!” He bellows as the knot erupts from his dick head with almost physical violence.

I could feel the thickness of his load as it splattered it’s immediate surroundings. Another knot erupts into me as he cries out, this load filling my chute to bursting. 

“More cum pup” he grimaced as two more volleys filled every void in my ass around his cock. 

Load Count : IX

“Good pup” he sighed “glad I got that in you. Keep it warm, ok! It’s precious” he said tussling my sweat soaked hair as Guy released the controls to my ass.

Guy leant into kiss him and they made out over me, muscle god dripping sweat onto my hairless, cock-pierced body.

John hovers behind Guy and I catch a glimpse of his proud expression from under muscle god.

“Taking all loads” he says with a strange emphasis as Guy breaks the kiss and smirks, also looking down at me

“Atta boy” he says as all three of them chuckle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Seawaguy]

Oh yeah, this is fine, damn fine. clouds and cum and thrashed hole.

 

[doomweaver3]

Part 9 - Relinquishing control 

Muscle god had to pull out of me slowly to  ensure as much of his thick sperm stayed in my hole as possible and wasn’t extracted  with his retreating member. There was an audible gasp from the men around us when it’s giant size audibly slipped out of my expanded ring.

“Look at that” John says “gaped and full of cum” muscle god laughs, before pulling me up in one swift motion and pushing his cum enrobed cock into my mouth. Even soft he snakes down my throat. His cum covered shaft meets the grazes and bruises from the abuse my oral canal has received and soothes it - like balm on a wound - and I allow my throat to pulse on his entire length. 

“You’re a perfect little find” John exclaims and muscle god agrees. 

Eventually the remnants of cum are absorbed by my throat and he pulls out with an almighty sigh. He turns to John just by his side and makes out with him reverently 

“Bring him to me when he’s ready” he moans through deep, heavy breaths. “…we’ll give him what he needs”

“Fuck, thanks man” John says as they both stare down at me evily.

“Nah, the boy earned it” muscle god returns stroking the centre line of my abs.

“He’ll look hot pierced…you got his keys?” He asked pointing at my cage. 

“Yup - told him to bring them tonight and we checked his bag - they’re there”

“Nice…”

“See you upstairs pup” muscle god says as he vanishes from sight. John smiles wildly at me as Guy beckons to the men around me and pulls my legs back to expose my gaped pussy.

Another hot man, balding, and much older than my other tops, emerges from the gloom. 

“All right - Dean - nice” Guy exclaims as John smirks

“Dean’s one of our oldest members boy - you’re going to give him your wet pussy?” 

He teased, reinforcing my lack of control by pinning my legs to the back of the couch and forcing my ass ever closer to the edge.

“Of course” I trill, “you’re hot sir” I say to the advancing top. It was true, Dean might have been mid-60s but he was lithe, his skin golden and his face hard and memorable. His cock bounced in front of long thighs, a good 9 inches with a glorious, purple head. 

“Thank you son! Been waiting for this ass since I saw your photos…almost got away didn’t ya” he laughed as he manoeuvred his sizeable head through my outer barrier. “Fuck” he moaned “Jeff filled you up!”

John looked over his shoulder and jacked his dick “yeah?”

“Fucking full of spunk” the man said

He leaned into kiss me and I felt the glorious stubble of his face rub my own hairless chin a little raw. 

“You met Kem, right?” he said into my mouth as he sunk his erect penis into my cum-covered chasm. 

“Yeah” I groan

“First was he?” He says, heaving himself above me so I can see John and Guy once more making out.

“Yeah” I respond in the ecstasy of penetration. 

He chuckled. “Then taking my load will be easy” he says loudly to a chorus of hollers and whoops.

He rotates his hips as he pounds me relentlessly. Muscle god’s (Jeff?) cum lubed his powerful assault and I feel deposits of cum leak out around the union of his dick to my ass, forming a corona of silver sperm around my sphincter as Dean rigorously defiles me. 

Clearly experienced he angles alternating pumps against my prostate and my body erupts in sweat. 

“Oh god oh god…” I cry as the sensation threatens to tip me over another cliff in my mind. A feeling grows in my crotch that I’ve never experienced before - like I need to pee but, more orgasmic. 

I reach down to my crotch, the cage is loose around my insanely deflated member as I try to discern the sensation.

“Ugh” I throw my head back and a river of silk coloured sperm oozes out of my cage. When I can cum I cum buckets, and even though this didn’t feel like a usual orgasm, the cum poured from me. 

“Ugh” I screamed as a tear rolled down my cheek at the sensation of cumming without orgasming as Dean punched my cum-stained prostate over and over. 

John was quick, he grabbed the shot glass I’d used earlier and put it against the river of my sperm. “Ugh” I yelled as I filled the glass and kept cumming.

“Fuck son” as he replaced it with a second shot glass phial.

“Fuck that’s hot” Dean cried and a shiver passed over his body as he pulled me violently into his crotch, disrupting the collection of my semen.

“Take it” he cried

“Fucking take it you tweaked out whore”

The last thrust pounded my prostate and I felt him erupt against it. 9 powerful shots of almost too-hot cum coated the tiny gland with a sensational, sticky warmth.

Load count : X

As Dean held my body off the couch, against his. I heard John call out to me

“Son, nothing wasted tonight - open up” I open my blissed out eyes to see him and Guy towering over me, each with a shot glass full of my own cum. 

“Open up son - I want you to taste the perfect version of yourself you are tonight.”

John commanded and I did.

They poured the combined contents of both glasses into my mouth as Guy chuckled in response “last pure load son” as the cum hit my tongue. I saw John elbow him angrily but Guy just smirked. “Fucker’s tweaked mate…don’t worry”

Load count : XI

“Stay in him till he swallows it all” Guy said to Dean. “I fucking will - I’m not leaving this ass till I know I’m absorbed” Dean laughed and I heard more groans of approval around us.

I’d tasted my cum before, a few times, but this was different. It was thick and silken from weeks without release, salty but sweet - debasing myself by eating it made me feel insanely aroused. I swirled the large cum load in my mouth before audibly allowing my throat to swallow. Three massive gulps and all that was left was the residual flavour of my self. John leaned down to kiss me, swirling his tongue around my mouth.

“So fucking innocent” John whispers, breaking our kiss.

“You’re doing even better than we thought - we’ve got a treat for you later. Something I reckon you might be into” He cooed, stroking my chin. 

Dean extricated himself from my ass, clambered on top of me and lowered his softening cock into my willing mouth as another dick, totally obscured from view, roughly pushed up my rectum.

I focussed on the glorious taste of Dean’s cock, trying to determine the different salinities of the various cum loads coating him. The mix of different men who impregnated me already alongside the residual heat from my rectum.  

“Yeah, nurse it” I hear Dean say as I emit a loud groan from a sudden punch of dick in my bowels. 

“Es hir” I moan, my mouth working his cock as my ass was being hammered.

“Such a good boy” he cooed as I felt a sudden bloom of thick warmth erupt in my hole coupled with an almost imperceptible groan from the top.

Load count : XII

“Gotcha boy” I heard the guy fucking me say as he swiftly pulled out - the motion ensuring no cum was extracted with me. 

Dean removes his dick from my mouth and clambers off me as I look for the cock that had just fucked me.

John catches my eyes and laughs

“Oh don’t worry boy - some members prefer a little anonymity”

“Stealthy fucker” Guy remarked and John shook his head as though he had heard a bad joke, but smirked.

John surveys the men still in the room as a giant walked forward.

“Thought so”  he smiled “One more son then your treat” John said to me.

“Oh nice, Barry” Guy trilled “turn him over so he’s kneeling over the couch”

The order generates a hive of activity as I’m manhandled so I’m kneeling on the floor, ass up with my body laying across the damp cushion pads of the sofa.

“God fucking damn your ass is hot”

Someone says

“Museum quality fuck!”

I blush as John forces himself to sit between me and the back of the couch, my head perfectly angled into his crotch. 

“Fucking get to work son” he intones, grabbing my head and crushing it onto his cock. I gag a bit but bottom out on him as he sighs with pleasure.

At that moment I feel thick hands opening my cheeks, cool air assaulting my ring with delicate, electric breaths, and a tiny river of cum escape me.  

A feel a bear of a man, with a round furry belly, approach me.

“Gotta stay in you son” he said with a terrifyingly deep and powerful voice. My hole winks at the truth of the statement as the man rests his belly on the small of my back and pushes a rock hard highly curved cock up my ass - the curve feels like 90degrees as it punches upwards rather than along, and his steel hardness offers no compromise. As he forces my anus to accommodate his curvature I hear people calling out filthy, horny encouragements.

“Told you he’d like this position” I heard Guy say as Barry’s pubis met my cheeks and his angled cock found it’s home wrapped in the arch of my pulsing ass.

“Ugh uh” I moan around John’s cock as another inch of him snakes down my throat. My breathing is becoming a little ragged as he keeps my head pushed into him and Barry clearly feels the effects in my hole.

Unable to move, prone by John’s cock and Barry’s bulk, I feel the cock in my ass powerfully thrust upwards and back, the curvature creating its own resistance in my hole. I start to feel myself drift into darkness as John notices and heaves me off him. Air rushes back to my lungs momentarily before I’m shoved back to base on John’s cock and pounded again by Barry.

“Yeah he’s feeling it again” Guy remarked

“Yup” John said repeating his slam fuck of my throat as Barry starts an unrelenting fuck of my upper hole. I can’t even arch my back to make it easier as Barry has me pressed down by his belly.

John aggressively slams my face onto his crotch 3 times in quick succession, as I come up for air the third time I gag 

“Oh God” I yell as my pain receptors suddenly reappear. My throat feels like it’s on fire and the angle of Barry’s cock is causing my ass to pulse angrily against him.

“Yeah?” John asks as he angrily grabs my head again and forcibly impales me on his cock again.

“Not long now boy” he moans as he wiggles my throat around his encased cock.

The latest, brutal assault causes one of my legs to find a bit of purchase to try and push back against my assailants, but no sooner have I moved then two arms rig me to place. 

“Uh uh” boy someone says.

“He squirming?” Guy asks 

“Yeah, it’s hot” Barry responds. 

John heaves me up as I leave a trail of spit and phlegm down the length of his shaft. My eyes bug out as he stares interestedly into them. 

“Kem ready?” He asks, turning to Guy

Guy hollers at the question, like he’s been waiting to answer it all night.

“I’ll check” and bounds out the room.

John returns to face me

“Please sir” I say, unsure myself if I am asking for mercy or more as tears stream down my face.

“Of course son” John says, impaling me again on his cock and answering for me.

“Cum in him Barry - make him feel it” someone says from behind me.

“Uh huh’ Barry responds unrelenting in the power of his assault on the curves of my anus.

John releases me again as oxygen rushes back into my lungs and I feel my hole expand with my breathing.

“Oh fuck yeah…just got looser” Barry declares

“Yeah? Good” John responds piercing my throat again

“Leaking cum though” someone else said

“Feed it to him” John said angrily as he pulled me up again.

“Gotta hold the loads in son” he said glaring at me as fingers appeared next to my face coated in thick, slimy cum.

“Eat it” John says smearing my face with the phlegm and spit of his throat assault.

I open my pained mouth and lick the fingers clean as Barry announces his orgasm

“Fucking found you” he shouts as his cock rests in a part of my hole that couldn’t possibly have been covered in cum.

“A nice spot for my babies” he cries as I feel a fiery hot spurt of cum assault my upper walls. “One more…hold steady” as he thrusts deep into the mucus covered walls of my ass and feeds my hungry hole. The load is not copious but the heat is intense. I feel it radiating outwards from the point he’s forcing it into my spongy hole.

Load count : XIII

“Oh god!” I moan as I finally lick the fingers clean in my mouth.

“Lucky load 13” John says as he and Barry share a kiss over me.

The room chuckles and I swear I hear someone say “unlucky” as I turn to see Guy bound back in the room

“Fuck - I missed the seeding?”

“Yup” Barry says nonchalantly - “but he’s going upstairs right? Plenty more for him there”

Guy smirked as Barry shoved himself out of me. Not a single sperm came out with his exit, Barry’s essence had been absorbed in its entirety by the hungry, unspoilt walls of my upper anus and I still felt it soaking into me.

John smiled, catching my head in his grasp as my hole pulsed with emptiness.

“How’s he doing?” Guy asked “Kem’s ready”

“Good” John said, cleaning my spit and sweat covered face with a nearby towel, “he’s very ready”

[doomweaver3]

Part 10 - Slammed 

I don’t remember how I left the couch, only the sensation of strong hands directing my body out of the living room, up a flight of stairs and into the main bedroom. A constant pressure around my torso and back of the neck.

“MDMA?” I say groggily as I was shoved forward towards a dresser and two thick lines of white powder carefully laid out next to a rolled up £20 note.

“No son” Kem replies

“K” and puts a hand on the back of my neck -  a gentle exertion of pressure to push me downwards towards two lines of thick off-white powder.

“Take them, now!“ he commands 

I groggily take the rolled up twenty, and place it at the start of the first line. It’s long and dense and I wonder momentarily about dosing before I feel a slight pinch of authority at my neck

“Now!” Kem repeats

I snort the length of the first line and nearly don’t make it the entire way it’s so long. The burn is almost instantaneous at the back of my skull, as Kem pinches my neck again. 

Instinctively I work the rolled up note back along the next line as the burn forces a tear from my eye. As soon as the powder vanishes up my nose Kem lifts me up violently, the motion throws the residual powder in my nostrils to the back of my skull 

“Oh fuck” I cry as I feel an intense, back of the brain pain I can’t escape. 

As he holds my neck slightly backwards to let the drug work it’s way into my body he licks his finger and presses it on the tray, collecting the last remnants of powder before forcing the finger against my gums and pulling my head even further back.

“Good boy” he says, satisfied his finger has deposited the last of the drugs into my bloodstream.

“Now, let’s get you some more T” 

The burn in my skull is dying down, but I am struggling to make sense of the words he’s saying.

“G?” I ask

Kem laughs

“Hungry boy - maybe, but Zeke tells me you’re an imprinter so, just the T for now. I want you to fall in love the old fashioned way.” 

He smirks to a chorus of knowing approvals from the other men around the room as he tosses me down on the soft bed.

The silk bed linen feels luxurious against my sweating skin as I start to feel my body up in tune with the now distant music. The lights seem to dim around me, an October-sky haze of oranges and pinks as I groan at the touch of multiple men.

“Strap him in” Kem says to the horde of men kissing and stroking their dicks and I hear them whoop their assent as hands reach for my hands and legs as Kem lays out a few more lines for himself and the other men.

I’m pulled to the back of the bed, sandwiched between gloriously soft cushions as the fizz of a TV turns on directly in front of the bed. 

“Surprise pup” I hear a familiar voice say as the tv flickers to show a motel room with three men in it.

The camera man says “you look terrified, look at me” and a blossom of recognition stirs in my addled brain.

“Oh” I moan as the porn scene begins it’s familiar playthrough.

“Slammed” I announce and giggle as the bottom on the television disrobes.

“Fuck that’s hot” someone around me says as the familiar voice almost laughs.

“Fucking told ya!” As I lose myself in the connection my brain makes to my all-time

favourite porno, someone attaches something tight to the top of my left arm and stretches it out along the line of pillows.

I don’t even concern myself with the new pressure as the on-screen cock begins to enter the bottom.

“He tight?” the cameraman asks as I start to drool

“Yeah” the top responds as I feel a tiny prick along the vein line of my arm

“Not for long” the cameraman responds as I feel the tightness on my upper arm release and someone extend my arm high above my head. 

The violent force of a new energy suffocates me - I cough violently, my body trying it’s hardest to expel something already coursing through my blood. I try to gulp air as hands rub my back but it doesn’t help and I feel a black void rush up from the centre of my being.

“Easy boy, find your breath” Kem soothes next to me. “Find your breath”

I turn to him in an almost rictus scream, as he rubs my back with the other men. His presence soothes me somehow and I sense oxygen flowing back into me.

“Wha…happened…?” I moaned

“You got slammed boy” Kem responds as the bottom on the TV groans darkly.

I emit a tiny cough and search for the meaning in Kem’s words. My mind doesn’t search for long as meaning finds me more quickly. 

The gravity well from earlier, the one that secured my explosive reprogramming reappears but now it’s different. Where before it meshed with my body, moulded and re-moulded parts of me, this force pulls everything towards it. As A million new lights bloom in electrical nodes of my body, the energy forces my brain into submission and reroutes everything into it. A painless, white heat at the core of my body that vaporises any semblance of resistance or pain, or inhibition in a vortex of shuddering force.

“Oh” I yelp

“Fuck, I love watching first-timers” someone said

“Fucking birth of a tweaker”

“Find us on the other side boy” another voice said “ride the wave and find us”

A pounding silence encases me as the energy within me creates a shield around me. Time goes slowly and inexorably as I sense the vortex exploring me - a living force taking its first steps in virgin territory. Exploring my physicality, and thoughts - taking control and learning my entire self.

The white heat finds the gland in my ass and touches it. I throw my head back with the ecstatic feeling of pressure and receive another hit.

“Here he comes boys” I hear Kem over the din of my pleasure 

The pulsating energy begins to assault my ass, pleasure reroutes from every other part of my body and flows down. It sends me wave after wave of pulsing, internal heat as it chases the energy I give it when I feel aroused.

“Fuck me” I hear myself cry 

I have to feed the power within me, give it the sexual stimulation it needed to survive - the fuel of men pounding my hole and filling it life-affirming cum. I needed these men to help me - fuck me and own me - it was essential, all I could think about as I grabbed my thighs and heaved them back to expose my already gaped, sperm-soaked hole. 

“Please fuck me hard” I moan against the sheer force of my erotic hunger. The currents of my body fuse themselves to the heart of the desire within me, as it punctures my every thought with images of cock and cum. On the TV screen in front of me the first guys in the gangbang have arrived and pierced the star’s cunt just as one of the guys around the bed advances on me, and a dick is roughly shoved into my mouth.

“Yesss” I groan as I receive two cocks in my drug-powered, receptive holes.

“Fuck - he’s in heat” my top says, rotating his full 7 inches inside me to find a satisfying angle for his own stimulation. I gurgle in response as I hear a chorus of ‘yeahs?’ and hot encouragements.

I struggle to focus on the men inside me, my mind is wholly, completely, focussed on pleasuring their cocks. “Tweaking hard” the man attached to the prick in my throat laughs as he starts assaulting my throat.

“All the way son, you can do it” the sexual power within me agrees and he passes the ridge at the back of my mouth and sinks into my grazed throat.

“Ugh” I cry 

“Good baby” he moans as a series of light gags register in the elastic of my ass, massaging the cock defiling my pussy.

“Oh my fuck” the top exclaims breathlessly 

“Keep doing that boy. Keep massaging my …ugh” he ends as I feel his cum spray violently up my ass. “Oh fuck” he yells, grabbing my hips and squeezing “absorb it boy…every fucking sperm” he yells as his cock pours cum into my hole relentlessly.

Load Count : XIV

The guy in my ass bends over my cock-pierced body to lick the side of my face as the cock in my throat is quickly extracted.

“More cum” I hear someone say and can’t discern whether it’s from the TV or the glorious hive of men around me. A few seconds later and long, very long, but think cock is wrapped in my semen-stained hole pumping incessantly into my anus. 

My head is pulled onto a deflating, cum-covered cock and my soul experiences the pleasure of receiving two cum loads at once.

As I work my gullet on the cock that was just in my ass, the thin-cock of my latest top floods the depths of my ass. 3 or 4 deep spurts and I feel a pool of cum coalesce under his mushroom head, waiting it’s turn to find a way into my soft lining.

Load Count : XV

“Ugh…take it all boy…every fucking drop” he says, collapsing on top of my abs with a groan, dislodging the cum pool inside me and sending a river of hot sperm racing into my body.

“Thank you” I gasp as the now clean cock extricates itself from my semen soothed gullet.

I feel someone clamber on the bed next to me, kiss my sweat soaked face and tell me to “climb on” to a series of filthy cheers.

I glance over at a very tan, silver-haired daddy with piercing green eyes and a hard, almost oblong shaped cock that was distinctly larger at the head then it was at the base.

“Climb on son” he repeated indicating his dick and the thin member lodged in my ass was extracted in one perfect motion.

My body doesn’t want to listen to me and it takes me a few moments, helped by a few of our spectators until I was straddling then tan daddy, his knotted cock kissing my hole. I manage to sit up and the angle perfectly allows him to impale me as I feel a set of strong hands keep me upright and another thick cock rub up against my already cock-pierced hole. The knotted cocks settles in me and I groan as hands push me forward so that I’m face to face with the daddy fucking me. He breaches my lips with an aggressive kiss as I feel another cock pushing at my sphincter. 

The drugs, firmly in control of my every passion, realise what’s happening before my body does. I register a bright flash of burning, exquisite pain as the second cock assaults my hole - one firm, aggressive shove and my sphincter snaps. The second cock is sucked into the vortex of my hole as I moan loudly into the mouth of the man kissing me.

“Stay with me boy” he coos, as the second top lets out a loud “fuccccccck” his dock fully lodged next to the cock of the tan daddy, their angles prising apart my inner walls.

I start to struggle

Involuntarily as hands grab me to steady me.

“just…fucking …breathe” the tan daddy manages to moan, smiling at me.

Two bottles of poppers appear, one under each nose and as the familiar fumes hit me, the angry, firm head of the second cock starts to massage its exit and re-entry.

“Oh god” the man behind me says as our audience celebrates.

“Oh god!” I scream as someone else covers my mouth with theirs in a deafeningly powerful kiss.

The man attached to the second cock starts a relentless pound that sends my mind into the stratosphere 

“There we go baby, let it all go - tonight is about fucking, hard cum-spraying, deep fucking” he whispers in my ear as I gargle and moan.

“Already taken so many fucking loads kid” he mutters, angling his arms on my shoulders for more leverage as he stabs and thrusts alongside the knotted cock twitching next to him.

“Haven’t you son? Just a cumdump for sperm” 

“Ugh” I cry 

“You know what all loads mean?” He barks at me as my brain struggles to find an answer over the sensations in my body.

He chuckles “you’re going to find out” he says “very soon” he punctuates that last statement with a deep, sexual groan as the daddy under me almost yelps.

I feel the knotted cock pulse, it’s like his dick expands and a sudden bloom of warmth indicates more cum. Stretched over two cocks I feel some of it seep out of me.

“Fucking cumming” the man under me cries

“There it is boy…all loads” the other top whispers as the bloom of warmth continues to fill me.

Load count : XVI

My body is pushed down so I’m face to face with the daddy again - his knot is still in me and we passionately make out.

“Lost some cum there kid” someone says as my hair is roughly pulled up and I’m force fed fingers soaked in cum before being allowed back to my make out session with the knotted daddy.

“Fucking take it lad” the thumping top still in me bellows as his movements push out the cock of the daddy under me. It pops out of my sphincter with a painful squelch as the top seats himself in my upper walls and releases 2 or 3 spurts of gorgeous, fiery warmth into me. It’s not a lot, but I can feel it’s heat - it clings to my upper anus where it’s quickly absorbed - the heat wave radiating up my spine and signalling my addled pleasure centres.

Load Count : XVII

As the second top disengaged with an exhausted slump over to the side of the bed, I see Guy climb into view to take his place at my gaped pussy. He continues to make eye contact with me as he slips his magnificent dick into me with barely any pressure of resistance - just warm, receptive guts, drenched in cum.

“Rolling on tina baby?” He moans

“Goddam little moist hole” he groans

“We got you kid” he says thrusting with a deep and deliberate power.

“Need you to feel it boy” he thrusts again, slamming hard into the red wall of my anus. I hear the cum squelch in me and someone says “look at all that cum greasing that cock”

I try to look at the union of his cock in my ass, but hands keep me pinned in location.

“Watching you take loads is almost as hot as watching you take drugs” he moans

The words register in my brain, but the sex-fuelled energy within me immediately scrubs any associated meaning from my thoughts.

“You’re so ready son - aren’t ya. You want all loads, want to get bred, want your pussy fucking knocked up?”

He thrusts and watches me intently, angling another thrust in another direction up my ass

“Ugh! Please, fuck me!” I cry and the men around us start egging guy on.

“What else?” he asks, biting his lip and thrusting into me with terrible power

“Oh God! And bred…”

Another powerful thrust

“and…”

“Yeah, what else son…where do you want that cum?”

“Up …up…my pussy” I tell deliriously please, breed me, fuck me. Ugh…please…Knock me up”

That causes a ripple of ‘fuck yeahs’ from the men around us.

“There it is!” Guy says triumphantly, looks over his shoulder at someone in the dim light behind him.

“Good” thrust “fucking” thrust “boy”

He closes his eyes as our audience cheers him on.

“Knock him up, breed him, fuck him”

He’s pounding my ass relentlessly - feeding the chemical hunger in me - to get fucked, bred, and seeded.

“Fucking take it boy - been waiting so long to seed you.” His thrusts get less deep and more rapid as my sphincter goes into overtime pulsing along the length of his veiny shaft.

“Give my babies a fucking home in you boy” as he buries himself deep, opens his eyes, and kisses me deeply as he blasts my hole with thick glorious cum.

Load count : XVIII

“Fucking got ya boy” he whispers as he comes down from his orgasm.

He smiles at me, and moves my sweat matted hair out of my eyes “beautiful” he whispers

“Ok Guy” Kem says advancing on me from behind him. 

“Fuck…I’m going to fucking cum” he yelps, as he moves into position on my ass.

“Oh God baby” he yells, furiously jacking his cock over my winking, defiled pussy. He cums as soon as his cock touches my hole, and I feel his first spray coat my pulsing, battered ring before he sinks home with a roar. 

“Fucking hell yes” he groans

Load count : XIX

The men around us clap and holler as Kem gently pulls himself out of me.  He moves on his knees to my face, his dick is coated in a thick layer of cum. “Suck me clean baby”

He pushes it into my mouth and I moan in the ecstasy of tasting all the fresh cum extracted from my hole.

“Mmmmm” I sigh

Kem kneels down, satisfied he’s clean, picks up my chin and says “make us proud baby - take it all, ok?”

I can’t really connect the dots, but he turns my head back to the TV where the main star of the film is on his knees getting pounded by a muscle bull of a man. I lick my lips as the picture is obscured by John - his glorious body backlit by the tv. He licks his lips as he sends a physical  pulse to his heavy cock - it swings at his command and I can’t stop looking at it.

“Fuck yeah” Kem growls next to me as a distinct hush falls upon the room

“Please” I whimper as a glob of precum forms at the top of John’s piss slit as he clambers on to the bed and between my stretched out thighs. 

“I’m going to change your life baby” he growls, advancing upon me, cock first.

“I’m going to fuck you so full of my special cum” I whimper as his dick licks my hole, a silver link of pre-cum deposits itself on my red ring - connecting us infinitely to each other in the chemical haze of my fantasy. 

“Once you take this load baby, there’s no going back” 

“Do it John” Kem says leaning into his husband for a deep kiss as John pushes his fat cock against my accepting hole.

“Ugh” I moan

“One little thrust baby” as he parts my ass “and my whole poz shaft will be in you - in you until I cum and poz you up, get you pregnant”

I moan as his flared head pops into my cum-soaked hole and his entire cock sinks into me.

The words he used “pregnant, bred, poz” don’t even register as concepts - the moment of hole widening penetration eradicating any sense of context or meaning.

“I’m going to change your life baby - make you my good boy forever” he mutters to a murmur of assent from the men around us.

“You’re going to be poz baby” he groans as my cunt massages him.

“Poz?” I reply in a dream-like ecstasy of his penetration.

He starts thrusting and my ass responds  - tugging him in as he pulls out and pulsing with cum-drenched warmth as he pushes in.

“Ugh…yeah…that’s right baby…going to dick you the fuck down.” He crushes me in a kiss as I hear the men start to repeat his claim on my ass

“Poz him John - he needs it - knock him up”

“Fuck yeah - I will! Give my load the perfect home in your tight little runner’s body” he grunts thrusting into me violently. He hits my prostate and I start to drool 

“Please” I groan

“Yeah? You want it?”

“Please…breed me…give me your babies, fuck me daddy”

“I will baby” and he begins his descent into orgasm.

His body is slick with sweat against mine, his eyes fixed on me. Time slows down as I gaze back. “Here it comes baby” he moans 

“Please…poz me” I say without warning

“Knock me up…please” I don’t even think I knew what I was saying - just repeating the chorus around me. But it sealed us together with an almost magical chant - I felt his dick pulse as it unleashed its payload into me. It was an endless torrent of cum that warped my whole self around his cock.  As his cum poured into me I felt a part of me - a small, but distinct part of my soul- pass into John - gratitude for what my body knew he was doing to me - for entrusting me to carry his babies forever. It was an ancient, powerful bargain and as he opened his eyes to meet mine - my legs wrapped around his strong mid-riff -  I swear he saw it happen. My soul in return for his poz cum. “Please” I nearly cried “poz me”

John caressed the sweaty mop of my hair 

“it’s up to you now baby - get pregnant for me, get pregnant for daddy”

The energy coursing through my body feasted on the feelings emanating from the semen in my ass. As it gorged I felt all sensation drain away as a creeping, powerful sleep took me.

Still impaled on John’s rigid cock, I passed out on a wave of chem-fuelled, sexual bliss.

Load Count : XX

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest]

What a way to get pozzed, the build up to that moment is perfect!

[Bearpigps]

Wow!  What a climax!!!!  HARD TO TOP THAT ONE!!!!

[TallKinkyBttmSlut]

All I have to say is WOW,  what a wonderfully perfect way to become a blessed poz bottom slut!

[dazzasboy]

Thank you, this is amazing writing and am loving every new chapter in the lads new life