I’m sorry, officer

[trialrun]

This chapter has more of an homage to other works. Less action, but wanted to pay tribute to stories that have inspired me in the past. If you need a good wank, check out the stories mentioned!

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7. I felt movement, and that woke me up. Bear was waking up too. I nuzzled into him. It was dark outside again. I was tired, and a bit hungover feeling. I grabbed one of the Gatorade bottles and chugged it, offering Bear one too. He downed it. 

We cuddled some. It was really cute. The conversation was light, but we were both really engaged. He asked me if I had fun last night. I told him how I felt about each guy. What I liked and didn’t liked. He was taken back by how perceptive I was, even through my high. I told him about how skinny and bear#2 were fun. Gymboy was kinda bland and last guy was barely there? Mike was fun, but kinda mid since I already tasted his cock before.

I can be like this with most guys. Unless I’m dating you or the sex was out of the his world and we are super vibing, I don’t like repeat dick. Sex with Mike was hot, and I was grateful he was responsible for all this basically, but I had moved on. Oops.

He kept saying how perceptive I was, but he didn’t tell me why. Thinking about the night before started to make me horny. I still hadn’t cummed yet and I’m sure I still had drugs in my system. Bear played with my nipples and asked me if I wanted to keep being his little slut? I whined yes a bit, trying to act really coy. He asked me how I got to be so piggy, and I told him reading all the chasing and chem sex stories on there and cheating and cuckolding shit on Tumblr made me want the piggiest sex. 

He chuckled and asked me what stories I’ve read that turn me on most. I told him about “Pimped Out As A Whore for Poz” and how much I loved the scene of the Beast tearing apart that couple, ruining their sex life forever. I told him about how hard I came to “mild-to-wild” on nifty, when a guy hears his husband telling the god fucking him that he loves him. How devastated the guy was because his husband had only ever said it to him. I told him about my attraction to guys that are like the poz top from “Nameless Story.” by knockmeup770 on BZ. How I want to encounter a guy so manly that he makes me lose all my senses and just crave cock. I want to be reprogrammed, so I’m happy with a life revolved around sex and cum. A guy that is so hot, I would cheat on my boyfriend, quit my job, and start a new life. 

He listened intently, while rubbing one of his hands up and down my chest, grazing my nips every so now and then. He didn’t say much except grunt or scoff a few times, but I didn’t care because I knew he was listening.

Edited June 7 by trialrun

[Pnweasyfun]

Great story, thank you, excited for more!

[poundmyhole]

Fucking hot....keep it going, please!

[themiraclebox]

hot story!! please get a slam and a gangbang from motel guests and staff all night long in the lobby and the elevator 

[Pnp-pig]

Please more kinky slammed up piggy play

[dazzasboy]

Such a hot storyline loving every bit of it , thanks for the efforts

[Nude]

Dam hot story! 

[NSABB]

Awesome story bro so hot all about being a dumb jockbro for alphas to nut in that’s what jockpussy is for right? Keep goin bro 

[trialrun]

thanks for all the encouraging feedback, pigs. Hope you enjoy and can get fucked up to this new chapter. 
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8.

Bear started bubbling my nipples, and I was writhing slightly. Still really horny apparently. Bear reached to the side table and grabbed his baggies. He pointed his finger at me.

“Lick”

I obeyed. He dipped the tip of his finger in the bag, withdrew it, and without asking or saying anything else, he inserted the finger in my cunt. He worked well, wiggling all around. Damn it hurt and burned a bit. Not as much as anticipated from reading stories on BZ. He repeated that two more times, and I was flying by the end of it. Jesus Christ. My penis shrunk again, but was so hungry. Hungrier than the night before. It was a lil sore before he inserted all that T inside me, but it felt fine after. Hole was tingly and so warm. 

I begged him if I could go online to post an ad for guys to come fuck me. To my surprise, he slapped me hard. This was the most aggressive he’s been toward me. I was confused. 

“You need to be trained. I control who fucks you. I decide. Not you,” he said very sternly.

I felt like I was being scolded by a parent. I hate being told what to do. This is partly why I have a bad relationship with to my parents, other adults, and strict institutions. My first instinct was to lash out. But I was so horny. 

“You need to learn to take any cock. Not just the cocks you want,” he said. 

Oh that does make sense. If I’m in control, I’ll be picky. I know me. Releasing that control means I may get fucked by guys I would normally write off, like really old guys, or actually homeless, or maybe even more [banned word]. The [banned word], I would come to learn, would come much later. Years later. I started to soften registering his logic. He was right. Damn this hot. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said.

“Get on my cock and show me how sorry you are.”

I slid down on his fat cock. Eventually I was riding him reverse because his belly made riding reverse more comfortable and allows me to get fucked deeper. He was on his phone the entire time, ignoring me. So hot. This continued for a while, with excepting of me taking breaks to sniff some poppers, him feed me T or Gatorade. He also snapped some pics of me. After some time, he put his phone down. He must be done posting and messaging. I was excited of the unknown adventures awaiting me. He told me to grab the motel phone for him. He dialed the front desk.

“Larry, it’s me. This slut is open for any guest tonight and tomorrow to use. Send them to the room. Door will be unlocked.” 

Larry came to the room not too long after and dumped a load into me. It was fast, but hot. I loved Bear watching me be a good boy taking loads.

I had a steady stream of guys come and breed me throughout the night. Couldn’t tell if they were motel guests or people from the internet. That also made it super hot. They mostly blended together in my mind, but a few guys stood out. There was this twink that was youngest, very likely still in college. He was the most deer in headlights, but was rock hard and fucked me really fast. He also rushed out the quickest. lol. Then there were these one guy who was really tweaking out. I normally would have avoided him, but there I was, begging for his load. He couldn’t cum, but it was a hot exchange. Then there was this really old daddy who told me to take his poz load. I begged for it, knowing full well I wasn’t on Prep. 

Then there was bear#2. He came back, but he reeked of alcohol. He stripped and was just as aggressive as he was the night before. He almost gave me rug burn because he was so aggressive pushing me down to suck his cock. He also fucked me on the floor, pressing my face on the dirty carpet. He was fucking me so good, and he even played with my nipples every now and then driving me crazy. I could feel his pubes and sweat mix with my own. 

He started to get more aggressive. He told me to lean up, so I was not facing Bear. 

“You like getting fucked by my cock, faggot?” bear#2 asked.

“Mmm…yessir. I love it.”

“That’s right faggot. You fucking love it. You love me fucking you?”

“Yessir, I love it.”

“FUCK YEAH! You fucking love getting fucked by my cock, you whore!”

“Mmmmmm”

“Yeah tell me you love me. Tell me!”

I paused. This felt a bit much? I couldn’t help but look at Bear and see how he felt. He was playing with his nipples and stroking. His face didn’t reveal much honestly.

“Say it, faggot! Tell me you love me or I stop fucking you!”

Oh fuck I needed his cum. I couldn’t explain it, but if all the guys that came through, he was by far the best fuck. I needed his load!

“I love you! I love you! Please keep fucking me!”

“Tell me I’m the only person you love! I’m the only person you’ve ever loved! You will love! Say it, bitch!”

I said that and more. I screamed how I will only think of his cock and him. how my heart only has room for him and no one else. I was making eye contact with Bear the entire time. Bear#2 dumped a massive load and left. There was a deafening silence in the room after, as I was still on the floor collecting myself. I looked up and Bear was getting dressed. He took some of his belongings, leaving behind the pipe, lighter, and baggie. Then he left. I was all alone again.

[Pnp-pig]

Chapter 8 is hot, hopefully there is going to be more  of this story!

[HornyFFucker]

On 6/9/2024 at 1:15 PM, trialrun said:

thanks for all the encouraging feedback, pigs. Hope you enjoy and can get fucked up to this new chapter. 
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8.

Bear started bubbling my nipples, and I was writhing slightly. Still really horny apparently. Bear reached to the side table and grabbed his baggies. He pointed his finger at me.

“Lick”

I obeyed. He dipped the tip of his finger in the bag, withdrew it, and without asking or saying anything else, he inserted the finger in my cunt. He worked well, wiggling all around. Damn it hurt and burned a bit. Not as much as anticipated from reading stories on BZ. He repeated that two more times, and I was flying by the end of it. Jesus Christ. My penis shrunk again, but was so hungry. Hungrier than the night before. It was a lil sore before he inserted all that T inside me, but it felt fine after. Hole was tingly and so warm. 

I begged him if I could go online to post an ad for guys to come fuck me. To my surprise, he slapped me hard. This was the most aggressive he’s been toward me. I was confused. 

“You need to be trained. I control who fucks you. I decide. Not you,” he said very sternly.

I felt like I was being scolded by a parent. I hate being told what to do. This is partly why I have a bad relationship with to my parents, other adults, and strict institutions. My first instinct was to lash out. But I was so horny. 

“You need to learn to take any cock. Not just the cocks you want,” he said. 

Oh that does make sense. If I’m in control, I’ll be picky. I know me. Releasing that control means I may get fucked by guys I would normally write off, like really old guys, or actually homeless, or maybe even more [banned word]. The [banned word], I would come to learn, would come much later. Years later. I started to soften registering his logic. He was right. Damn this hot. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” I said.

“Get on my cock and show me how sorry you are.”

I slid down on his fat cock. Eventually I was riding him reverse because his belly made riding reverse more comfortable and allows me to get fucked deeper. He was on his phone the entire time, ignoring me. So hot. This continued for a while, with excepting of me taking breaks to sniff some poppers, him feed me T or Gatorade. He also snapped some pics of me. After some time, he put his phone down. He must be done posting and messaging. I was excited of the unknown adventures awaiting me. He told me to grab the motel phone for him. He dialed the front desk.

“Larry, it’s me. This slut is open for any guest tonight and tomorrow to use. Send them to the room. Door will be unlocked.” 

Larry came to the room not too long after and dumped a load into me. It was fast, but hot. I loved Bear watching me be a good boy taking loads.

I had a steady stream of guys come and breed me throughout the night. Couldn’t tell if they were motel guests or people from the internet. That also made it super hot. They mostly blended together in my mind, but a few guys stood out. There was this twink that was youngest, very likely still in college. He was the most deer in headlights, but was rock hard and fucked me really fast. He also rushed out the quickest. lol. Then there were these one guy who was really tweaking out. I normally would have avoided him, but there I was, begging for his load. He couldn’t cum, but it was a hot exchange. Then there was this really old daddy who told me to take his poz load. I begged for it, knowing full well I wasn’t on Prep. 

Then there was bear#2. He came back, but he reeked of alcohol. He stripped and was just as aggressive as he was the night before. He almost gave me rug burn because he was so aggressive pushing me down to suck his cock. He also fucked me on the floor, pressing my face on the dirty carpet. He was fucking me so good, and he even played with my nipples every now and then driving me crazy. I could feel his pubes and sweat mix with my own. 

He started to get more aggressive. He told me to lean up, so I was not facing Bear. 

“You like getting fucked by my cock, faggot?” bear#2 asked.

“Mmm…yessir. I love it.”

“That’s right faggot. You fucking love it. You love me fucking you?”

“Yessir, I love it.”

“FUCK YEAH! You fucking love getting fucked by my cock, you whore!”

“Mmmmmm”

“Yeah tell me you love me. Tell me!”

I paused. This felt a bit much? I couldn’t help but look at Bear and see how he felt. He was playing with his nipples and stroking. His face didn’t reveal much honestly.

“Say it, faggot! Tell me you love me or I stop fucking you!”

Oh fuck I needed his cum. I couldn’t explain it, but if all the guys that came through, he was by far the best fuck. I needed his load!

“I love you! I love you! Please keep fucking me!”

“Tell me I’m the only person you love! I’m the only person you’ve ever loved! You will love! Say it, bitch!”

I said that and more. I screamed how I will only think of his cock and him. how my heart only has room for him and no one else. I was making eye contact with Bear the entire time. Bear#2 dumped a massive load and left. There was a deafening silence in the room after, as I was still on the floor collecting myself. I looked up and Bear was getting dressed. He took some of his belongings, leaving behind the pipe, lighter, and baggie. Then he left. I was all alone again.

Damn hot

[orderthepartysub]

On 6/9/2024 at 10:15 AM, trialrun said:

He told me to lean up, so I was not facing Bear. 

“You like getting fucked by my cock, faggot?” bear#2 asked.

“Mmm…yessir. I love it.”

“That’s right faggot. You fucking love it. You love me fucking you?”

“Yessir, I love it.”

“FUCK YEAH! You fucking love getting fucked by my cock, you whore!”

“Mmmmmm”

“Yeah tell me you love me. Tell me!”

I paused. This felt a bit much? I couldn’t help but look at Bear and see how he felt. He was playing with his nipples and stroking. His face didn’t reveal much honestly.

“Say it, faggot! Tell me you love me or I stop fucking you!”

Oh fuck I needed his cum. I couldn’t explain it, but if all the guys that came through, he was by far the best fuck. I needed his load!

“I love you! I love you! Please keep fucking me!”

Absolute fucking dick move on bear#2's part...

[trialrun]

hey 🐷, will continue this story. This story is obviously now in the fantasy portion, so would love some feedback on direction. I have some ideas, but wouldn’t mind taking the long route to develop the plot. Want to involve more cheating/cuck adventures, so love to hear what you find hot.
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9.

I felt fear and freedom in the silence of that room. I just had the wildest sexual experience of my life in the past couple days. I was still high out of my mind. I didn’t know what time of day it was. I just saw the soft light filtered through the motel curtains that touched the dark blue carpet floors. My body and mind were buzzing from the drugs. Fear washed over me as I didn’t know  what to do with myself. High school me always had a plan. Me in that moment, kneeling on the floor saw nothing but the past 48 hours or however long it had been. The cop car. The gang bang. The hotel workers. Telling other Bear I loved him, and strangely meant it? I felt like chaos. Just as strongly as the waves of fear crashed over me, I felt an equally strong wave of freedom wash over me. The two waves colliding, causing soft ripples to dance around each other. Fear and freedom weaving itself, one at times stronger than the other, but constantly flipping. In my high craze, it clicked. I loved this freedom. I was turned on by the chaos. I had nothing to lose. I was a young, fit slut with drugs and no commitment to anyone. So I did the only thing that made sense to me at the time: do more drugs. I loaded the pipe not knowing how much is enough or too much. But I lit it up and smoked. The sound of every inhale was like music to my ears. A hollow whirling followed by visible, cloudy silence of each exhale. Doing drugs on my own in the motel room felt so therapeutic. So right. The room got hazier as I made my way through the pipe. Perhaps I did too much, I thought. The room wasn’t this foggy before so it likely meant I did way more than before. Didn’t matter though. I still had more drugs and no cares. My body was buzzing. My mind racing. My hole throbbing. I needed more cock. 

Edited October 12 by trialrun

[livemanji]

On 6/6/2024 at 7:43 PM, trialrun said:

Pigs, fuck it. I’m shirking again today to work on this story. I’m in a mood and seeing your reactions is turning me on. Feed my vanity and tell me how much you fucking love this story and feel free to share your owned depraved stories and memories. It’ll fuel me to keep writing. More chapters coming in a few hours

Ove spit and snot live mixing powderd tina with a dudes snot and phlegm and the snorting it myself

[Erik62]

On 10/13/2024 at 5:31 AM, trialrun said:

hey 🐷, will continue this story. This story is obviously now in the fantasy portion, so would love some feedback on direction. I have some ideas, but wouldn’t mind taking the long route to develop the plot. Want to involve more cheating/cuck adventures, so love to hear what you find hot.
—-

9.

I felt fear and freedom in the silence of that room. I just had the wildest sexual experience of my life in the past couple days. I was still high out of my mind. I didn’t know what time of day it was. I just saw the soft light filtered through the motel curtains that touched the dark blue carpet floors. My body and mind were buzzing from the drugs. Fear washed over me as I didn’t know  what to do with myself. High school me always had a plan. Me in that moment, kneeling on the floor saw nothing but the past 48 hours or however long it had been. The cop car. The gang bang. The hotel workers. Telling other Bear I loved him, and strangely meant it? I felt like chaos. Just as strongly as the waves of fear crashed over me, I felt an equally strong wave of freedom wash over me. The two waves colliding, causing soft ripples to dance around each other. Fear and freedom weaving itself, one at times stronger than the other, but constantly flipping. In my high craze, it clicked. I loved this freedom. I was turned on by the chaos. I had nothing to lose. I was a young, fit slut with drugs and no commitment to anyone. So I did the only thing that made sense to me at the time: do more drugs. I loaded the pipe not knowing how much is enough or too much. But I lit it up and smoked. The sound of every inhale was like music to my ears. A hollow whirling followed by visible, cloudy silence of each exhale. Doing drugs on my own in the motel room felt so therapeutic. So right. The room got hazier as I made my way through the pipe. Perhaps I did too much, I thought. The room wasn’t this foggy before so it likely meant I did way more than before. Didn’t matter though. I still had more drugs and no cares. My body was buzzing. My mind racing. My hole throbbing. I needed more cock. 

I've been gang banged with poppers & went into paradise. Reading your story has put my fantasies & DESIRES into overdrive. To blast off with T to get a loose, sloppy & a cunt full of piss & cum & then to move onto G, for the hardcore bangers to open my cunt with their fists & hours of fucking they'll want to use me for. YES PLEASE, LOAD ME UP (LoL) 😜😜.