You get used

[SpongeBase]

You... 

We met late in the night a few years back. You messaged me on grindr, a blank profile, looking for something. I know when a guy messages me, a profile with no picture and profile, that they are desperate. Horny. Craving for something that can't find in someone they know. Too much shame. 

You messaged me with a simple, "Hey... looking?"

The conversation started out innocently enough, but I pushed your boundaries. Your profile, also blank with just an age. 27.

You send a picture and I notice that you look familiar. I realize you have a more open profile with a photo and that I follow you on Instagram, where you pretend to be anything but what you are. A slut. On this profile, you are no one. I can tell. 

I tell you I am looking to fuck a bottom. You are less than a 5 minute drive away, but it is 3 am. I don't want to waste time just to ghosted. I push again.

"What is your address? Into anon?"

Maybe that was too far. You don't respond for a while. I start chatting with other guys, but it is late and this isn't a big town. There are only so many options. I am stroking my cock, soaked with precum, thinking about planting it in a hot hole. I usually like to breed, but sometimes bottoms are too demanding and expect it to be safe. I respect that, but I want more. I am guessing you do too, because you respond a few minutes later. 

You send me a location pin and a picture of you ass up in a jockstrap, with nice furry and full asscheeks. My cock bounces. You are in a decent area in a nice little cul-de-sac of townhouses. You tell me you are on the bottom floor of the town house, in the bedroom right off the main entrance. You tell me you are nervous but horny. You watch a lot of anon porn, but you worry. Then you mention you are stoned and hitting poppers. 

"I can be there in 5 minutes. You ready?"

No response. 

Im so hard, so horny. I really need to cum. There are a couple of other guys I am chatting with. One, a guy I fucked before, but it is getting late and he can't host. Another, a top. A guy from out of town who is up before heading out for a flight. But I am also a top. I tell him I am chatting with you, joking about how hot it would be to tag team you, we could both fill you up. I figure I should shoot my shot and see what happens. 

"Im headed towards you."

I hop in my car and head over to that area. When I arrive I pull up your Instagram profile. You are a handsome guy. Everything about your on your other grindr profile and social media profiles shows you as an innocent, even vanilla guy. Your pictures and posts are all positive things. Raising money for a charity, sharing important news about another issue in the local community, and other content that suggests your virtues and values are strong, positive, and just. Such a good boy. You do so much community work, so many positive things. I wonder, do people know you are up at 3am, craving anonymous dick from strangers while you sniff poppers and smoke weed? I doubt it. Your shame holds you back but invites me in. Maybe this is just another form of service for you. 

"Im on your street."

I don't know which house you are in, but I figure if I end up even closer and on your street you will have to say yes. It doesn't take me long until I am on your street. A quiet little street. 

I get a message. It is from the other top. He agrees, tag teaming would be hot. I send him the pictures you sent me, and a location pin.

"Im on his street, waiting for him to invite me in." You are not aware of the scenario I am dreaming up for you. Maybe you do. Maybe this is your dream.

He sends me a pic of his cock. Uncut, long, big swooping mushroom head. I don't bottom, but I see the appeal. I'd love to watch it disappear into your little good boy hole. You message. 

"Fuck. Okay. You play safe? Im really nervous."

I don't want to play safe. I want to breed your hole. I want to fill you up as you contract your hole around my cock as it creams you deep. Just thinking about it makes me ooze. 

"I didnt bring any condoms. Prefer to fuck raw."

You take a few moments to respond, meanwhile, the other top responds. 

"I gotta head out to catch a flight soon. I could swing by if you want, we could fuck him together." I am intrigued. But I am not even invited in. I decide to get pushy. Test your limits, for the first time, but not the last. 

"Look, I am not into playing games. You wanna get used or not? Im in a car with a dripping hard on and I am going to have to get off soon. I can fuck you, it can be quick. I am safe and I get tested, but I don't have condoms on me. You want me to fuck you or not? I can be in there in 1 minute. Im outside in the green Jetta." I figure this is it. He either wants it or he doesn't. But I suspect he wants it. I suspect he wants more than he knows. I message the other top. 

"If he doesn't want to fuck, we could meet up and jerk off outside together?" He agrees and he is dressed and ready to leave. I tell him to meet me on the street and we can decide what do after that, but then you message. 

"Okay. Im face down and ass up. You have to be quiet and quick. Come in and fuck me, and leave. Im in number 13. Cool?"

You, the good boy, are about to get raw dogged by a total stranger. Maybe two? 

I reply, "Cool. Get ready."

I tuck my hard dick into the waistband of my sweats. It is 7 inches and uncut. I have not trimmed in ages and honestly, I am not the fittest or most attractive guy, but it is my dick and my load that matters to you. You want that. Not me. I message the other top. 

"I am going to fuck him. He is in number 13. When I am done fucking him Ill message you and let you know if he is into it."

The other top likes this. "Fill that fag up". I will. I will fill you, the fag. The slut. The goodboy who has a dirty little secret. 

I enter the house and see the door slightly ajar to a room off the main hall way. I walk in and there you are. Ass up and face down. As the door creaks open, I hear you moan, followed by deep inhalations of poppers. Your ass is caught in the little bit of light available in the dark room. You are thick, thick and a faggot. 

I drop my clothes and climb on the bed. I place a hand and roughly push on top of your back as I straddle you. I want you to know I am in charge. 

"You want this?"

You whimper. There is no hope for you. I slap my dick against your hole. I dont see condoms or lube, just your hole and my wet dick. Globs of precum oozing out of the slit. I rub it up and down your crack, teasing your hole. Preparing it for what it wants. Im so charged up I feel like I could cum at any moment. 

I spit a huge wad down your crack, rub it in with my dick. You didnt get fingered, you don't have any lube, and I am about to slide into you whether you are ready or not. Something tells me you have never been more ready. I start to ease in. I feel zero resistance. Just warmth and pleasure. I moan and you hit the poppers. I start to notice your movements. I suspect you are more than just stoned and poppered up, maybe more shame and secrets, but right now all I care about is getting off and maybe getting you tag teamed. 

I feel my phone vibrate. I put some weight behind my push and I slip more inside you, not all the way, but enough to start finding some rhythm. You keep hitting those poppers. 

"Yeah fag." I ease those words out, breathy and slow. This seems to ignite something in you. Perhaps it triggers that delicious shame you feel. That dirty side of you that you are so afraid to let out. It is dark and a strangers dick is easing its way inside you and you are stoned and getting high off fumes. You have no fucking choice but to be exactly who you are. This little faggy slut who is going to get my load. You want it. 

The other top is on the street. I snap a dark blurry pic of my dick in your hole. You dont even notice, but I send it to the top. Time to push more limits. I start moving in and out a bit more, building up rhythm and power. I feel the pull of your insides as they drag along my dick as I pull out and push in. I bottom out on each thrust and feel your round ass cushioning my hips. My balls slap your taint. This feels electric and I can tell you like it too. You have been huffing poppers since I have arrived. 

Push those limits. "Fuck dude, this is hot. You take a lot of dick?"

Whimpers and moans. No clear responses. Hearing you moan like a pathetic little bitch makes me feel primal. I want to destroy you. You want it too. I know it. 

"You are such a faggot. You like this?"

I hear you groan out a slow and low, "yeah". 

"Yeah? you like that? You love dick dont you fag?"

You are muttering, not totally coherent. The poppers have you flying. 

"You got anyone else lined up?"

The directness seems to startle you a bit. You tense up a bit and just you do, I give you two big slams with my cock and body. You whimper again. Tension disappears.

You plead. "No, just you. Fuck."

Push those limits. "Yeh? You ever get tag teamed? I wanna watch you take a dick"

You tense up again. I feel my phone vibrate. I slam into you again, but this time lay my body on top of yours and put my mouth next to your ear as I start to plow away. I wrap my arms around you as my dick fills you up, takes away your control, and I own you. 

"Fuck yeh fag. You love that don't you. Being a whore for strangers. Yeh, you like that?"

You can't breathe much. I have you wrapped so tightly. 

"Keep hitting those poppers faggot. I know you want this. You are going to take my dick and my load, I am going to fill you up. Is that what you want?" I know it is working. I have seen sluts like you many times, taking my dick, the dick of others, hungry for it and just needing the permission to let go. Let me give you permission. 

I am sliding in and out when I feel the phone vibrate again. I sit up a bit, planting my dick deep in your hole, all the way, with force, causing you to pull away. I am causing you some discomfort, but I pull you back. You are not in control.

I am. 

"Keep poppering up. Come on. Gooooood boy."

You like it when I call you good boy. I can tell. Your ass loosens just at the words alone. 

"You gonna be a good boy for me? Do what I say? Do anything I ask?"

Whimpers. Moans. It is almost pathetically predictable. You only exist for me in this moment. 

"I have another top nearby. He wants to fuck you too. Im gonna invite him over and he will fuck you when I am done. Ill line it up for you."

You have let go. You have not said yes, you have not said no. You just let me drive it into you. 

"He is on his way over. Last chance dude."

You try to get some words out, but I keep laying my pipe down hard. My thrusts disrupt your speaking.

"I... (thrust)... I don't... (thrust)... fuck... I can't (thrust)" I don't let up. 

Push those limits. "You do what I want. You take this cock. You love it dont you? Im close, but you wont be finished. You need more. Hit those poppers fag. Goodboy. Daddy's little slut."

You do as you are told. You hit those poppers. Your limits are blown. You are going to get fucked. 

I message the guy on the street. "Come in. I am almost done. His hole is ready for you."

Minutes later I hear the door open. I think you do too. You hit the poppers harder and harder. You are trying to inhale away the shame, the lust, and the desire. I am thrusting it back into you. 

The room is dark and I can only just make out the other top as he comes in. When he comes into view he is already half naked, with a hard cock sticking out from under a polo shirt. A daddy on business. Hot. He lines his dick up with your mouth and grabs your hair and shoves it in. You just take it. The sight is almost too much. I start to pick up the rhythm and move closer, laying on top of you again. I am right next to your head as you get facefucked by this other stranger. I know nothing about him, you know even less.

I pick up speed and drive deeper. You are being shoved back and forth with my movement. My thrusts are pushing you forward, impaling you on this strangers cock. I whisper in your ear. 

"I am going to breed you now boy, then he is going to breed you. You are going to get filled up with cum from strangers. You are such a faggot."

I keep whispering. Telling you what you already know turns me on. It drives me wild. You know these truths, but saying them outloud, in this room drenched in desire and pathetic attempts and hiding your true nature, I am seeing who you really are. Nothing but someone to please other people. Maybe that is what is true across these two identities. You just exist to be here for others, including me. This cock. Inside you. Coating your asshole in precum, lubing you up for the next guy. 

My whispers light up the shame inside you. You seem ravenous. You want to be ravished, consumed. Now you just grunt as you drool around his cock and take mine.

Im so close. I have not cum in days. Your hole and this scene, your desperation, they take me to the edge. 

I tighten my grip around you, one arm around your neck, the other pulling your hips and ass closer into me. You can't escape, you need to feel all of me in and outside of you. 

You start to try and speak, but both cocks, mine and his, make it hard.

"Plleee.... ohhh... plea... fuck... oh fuck... plea"

I worry you are getting second thoughts. This angle has prevented you from taking poppers. I keep fucking deep. Just as I do, the other top grabs your poppers, takes a hit, and then puts them under your nose, you have no choice but to breath. My arm and his cock have you trapped. You take deep hits. 

"Unnhh, unnnhhh, unnnhhhh" You become nothing. Just a hole. I lose control. 

"Fuck (thrust) here it (thrust) comes (thrust)" I spasm. Pumping deep for a few pushes, then I sit there as I spasm, deep inside your hole. I feel you tightening around my cock. You are going completely limp as I fill you up. The other top has a hold on your poppers and your jaw. 

I feel like my entire being enters you and finds it way deep inside. I keep pulsing, shooting, offering up my body to your shame. 

I sit there for a few moments when I feel the other top tap my shoulder as I shudder out a few more drops into your ass. 

"My turn" he says. His turn to own you. 

Are you ready?

You are gooned out of your mind. He pulls out of your mouth and all you can do is drool and leave your tongue hanging.

I slide out, stumble back away from the bed slightly. The other top moves around. You start to push up a bit, out of it, but trying to regain some control. He doesn't let you. Before you can re-adjust, he is in you. 

You are ready. 

I have made you ready. 

I stand there and watch while my dick drips long strings of jizz onto the carpeted floor behind your bed. I feel my phone vibrate as I watch the other top slide his dick inside you, making your head board rattle against the wall. My head is light while I witness your fists grip the pillows and sheets. If you thought I was rough, you might be longing for my tenderness now. He is abusing you.

What a good boy. 

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maybe to be continued

[evilqueerpig]

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[NegBtm4Tops]

Holy fuck ya!!!  I need to get used like this

[hellohere]

Yes. Please continue!!!

[BubbaNTexas]

God!  I wanna be bred like this!!

 

[Josh1959]

What a hot fucking story. Excellent writing. I’m closing my eyes and reliving it. Hot.

[Hungryhole903]

Fuckin fuck that's so hot. That's my number 1 fantasy. Man great job. Keep going keep this story running as long as you can. Thumbs up my god man.👍👍👍

[austin_submale]

Nice...  it would be awesome to have a stealthing version of this over on the bug chasing forum...

 

[NSABB]

Fuuck this is a hot scene luv anon bb waiting ass up like a jockbro fag

[HoneyBuns1980]

Me next! 🫄🏾🙋🏾‍♂️

[verschgoguy]

Amazing story.  Cannot wait for the next chapter! 

[swimslut]

Fuck yes - such a hot story! Got me so fucking hard! 

[BradStevens]

So fucking hot! Love to have this happen to me.

[rawanalbaby]

Good story please continue.

[Tanbbottom]

I don't think this stops at two loads bred deep in your ass man 😜