Greg's Evolution

[sluttydogboy]

Part 1

My name is Greg. For those that read my other story (It's too late for you), this is a continuation of that story. First ,a little backstory:

I am a 50 year old guy that is married to a woman. I played around with guys here and there when I would travel. Everything changed on my trip to Chicago (which is described in the other story). I met an incredible poz top that introduced me to all kinds of play. Through the week, I learned who I really was. I enjoyed taking all cocks and loads. I really enjoyed toxic tops and I knew that I would end up being a poz cumdump. After flying home, my wife admitted to me that she had been hooking up with a guy that satisfied her better than me. I admitted to her that I had started to explore a gay lifestyle and wanted more. We agreed that we would continue to have our separate fun and see what happens. From there, we both went and enjoyed the things we wanted - she went to meet her guy and I went to an adult theatre for more sleazy sex.

This brings us to now.

I had been home from Chicago for a couple of weeks. My town was pretty boring. I had continued to hit the adult bookstores and theatres when I could. Unfortunately, these were my main options. I hit the apps when I could but they were mainly flakes. I had continued to talk to my Chicago gift givers (Rob and Tony) on Telegram frequently. They enjoyed my progress into becoming the person I was meant to be. They asked me often if I had gotten the fuck flu. Each day, I had to disappoint them by telling them that I hadn't gotten it yet. I was frustrated. I thought about taking a home test but I decided against it. Since I didn't get the fuck flu, I could continue to tell people I was neg. I know there are a lot of "neg" guys that are actually poz.

I was having an ok time at the bookstores and theatres but they weren't fulfilling me the way that I wanted. I needed something else. I had become active on Telegram and had been chatting with guys from all over. Several of the regular guys that I chatted with were from Toronto. From their talks, it sounded like the scene there was better than where I am from. I searched profiles on BBRT for Toronto and saw some guys that looked interesting. I decided that I should go to Toronto. I requested a Friday and Monday off from work and booked a hotel. Today was Monday. I just needed to get through the week of work and also try to line up some fun for the weekend. I told my wife that I was going out of town for a long weekend. She thought it was a good idea. I figure it was because it gave her a chance to have a long weekend with her new lover as well.

When I wasn't working, I was chatting to as many Toronto guys as possible on Telegram and BBRT. One of the guys on Telegram really interested me. He had told me that his name was Jeff. He was about my age and was a poz top. I told him that I was coming to Toronto.

"Really? You are coming to town?"

"Yeah. I need some sleazy fun."

"How sleazy are you looking to get?"

"I get into most things."

"PnP?"

"I haven't done anything other than poppers so far but am open to it."

"Oh really? a PnP virgin?"

"Yeah. I have read lots of stories and I have always thought that booty bumps sound interesting."

"That can be arranged. What about smoking or a slam?"

"I haven't really gotten into smoking but who knows. I am not a big fan of needles."

"Ok. We can see how it goes. Hit me up when you get here."

I wasn't sure if I was ready for PnP or if he was even real but I would keep it in mind. I decided that I would check out PnP friendly tops on BBRT and created an account on NKP. Should keep an open mind. 

I got done with work early on Thursday. I was horny. I wanted to head to Toronto early but didn't have a room until Friday. I didn't feel like hitting the local bookstores or theatres. I searched the internet and found that there was a bathhouse in Hamilton, Ontario. Hamilton is about half-way between me and Toronto. I looked for hotels in Hamilton and found one that had availability. I booked the hotel and packed. My wife wondered why I was leaving a day early. I told her that I wanted to avoid traffic. She seemed excited that she had an extra night without me. I headed out and drove the 90 minutes to Hamilton. I checked into the hotel and douched for the evening. I jumped on the apps and nothing looked promising. I reached out to some of the Toronto guys on Telegram. One of the poz guys, Eric, responded.

"You ended up going to Hamilton?"

"Yeah. Going to Toronto tomorrow but decided to check out Hamilton spa tonight."

"Ah. I wish you luck."

I was disappointed. I headed over to bathhouse. There were only a couple of cars in the parking lot. I hoped it would pick up. I got a deluxe room. I watched some porn and hit the poppers. I kept the door open. A couple of guys walked by but didn't stop. I wondered if this was a mistake. I was thinking about leaving when I heard a voice.

"You looking for some company?"

"Yes. I am looking for a bareback top."

"That's me. Get in doggie."

"Yes Sir. I have poppers and lube."

"Got it."

I got into position. I felt him come behind me. I heard him pick up the lube and jerk his cock. I hit the poppers. He slapped my crack with his cock. I reached back and spread my cheeks. I felt his cock at my hole and then he pushed in. His cock was not long or thick. I wished it were bigger but my options were limited. He started fucking me. It felt nice. After a few strokes, he pushed into me. He held still for a few minutes and then started fucking me again. I was happier. At least he could fuck multiple times. After several minutes, he pushed in again. Like the first time, he paused and then started fucking again. Several more minutes passed and he pushed hard and held still. This time, he pulled out and left. I rolled on my back and watched porn again. I checked the apps and found that I had a message on Telegram. It was from Eric. 

"Thanks for the fuck."

"Wait. That was you?"

"Yep. I also have a confession. Remember when I told you that I was poz and on meds?"

"Yep." I figured he would tell me that it was a lie. I figured he would tell me that he is neg.

"Well. I am poz and on meds but the meds haven't been working. My strain may be med resistant. Good luck."

With that, he signed off. That was new for me. I had never knowingly taken a med resistant poz load before.

I waited a while but the bathhouse was dead. I checked out and headed back to the hotel. When I got there, I checked the apps and found someone that looked interesting. I sent a message.

"You looking for a bb btm tonight?"

After a few minutes, he responded.

"Yes. You interested in a threeway? My bf and I are looking for fun tonight."

"Always. I have a few loads in me already. Would love for you to add to it."

"Oh really? Love sloppy seconds. Location?"

I sent the hotel information and told them to let me know when they got here so I could prop the door.

"OK. Be there in about 15 minutes."

I put the poppers and lube on the nightstand and turned the lights down a little. A few minutes later, I got a message on Grindr. 

"We're here. Room number?"

I gave them the room number and propped the door open. I got on the bed in doggie with my ass facing the door. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and people walk in and close it behind them.

"Look what we have here. A good slut to use."

I heard clothes hitting the floor and then felt two people get on the bed. The first guy spread my ass cheeks and dove into my used fuckhole. The other guy came around in front of me and presented his cock to me. He was a chubby white guy. His cock was limp. I reached out and cupped his balls and started licking them and worked my way up to his shaft. His cock jerked and started to grow. Meanwhile, the guy behind me started to tongue fuck me trying to get the cum out of my hole. I continued my focus on the guy in front of me. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and used my tongue on his shaft. His cock continued to grow harder as he began to push into my mouth. The guy behind me was done rimming me. He was behind me now. He placed his cock in my crack. I heard him reach for the lube and jerk his cock. He slapped his cock in my crack. His cock felt much bigger than the guy that I was sucking. He pulled my ass cheek and placed his cock at my entrance. I continued to suck the guy in front of me and pushed back slightly, trying to get his cock to slip in.

"Hungry slut needs my cock"

He pushed in until the head popped in. He held for a moment and started to push in steadily until he was fully inside me. His cock wasn't real thick but was longer than average. His cock felt great.

"Hun. Get back here and rim me while I fuck this slut."

The guy in front of me pulled out of my mouth and went behind me. I looked back. The top that was fucking me was a thin black guy. He wasn't scrawny but looked like he had a swimmer's body. He moaned and started to fuck me slowly. I faced forward and hit the poppers.

"Thanks hun. Go back and use his mouth."

The top came back in front of me. His cock was soft again. I started licking his balls and shaft again. The top continued to fuck me as I brought the guy's cock into my mouth. His cock started to grow again. I focused on pleasing the guys on both ends. The guy behind me started to pick up the pace. I squeezed my fuckhole around his cock.

"mmmmm. Yeah slut. Make me cum."

I squeezed harder and started to drive my mouth faster up and down on the guy's cock in my mouth. The guy behind me grabbed my hips and pushed forward driving my mouth further down the guy's cock. After a few moments, the top pulled out of my ass.

"Get back here and feel this fuckhole."

The guys switched positions. The guy from my mouth placed his cock at the entrance and pushed in easily. I opened my mouth and the black guy pushed his softening cock in my mouth for me to clean. The guy behind me continued to fuck me as the black guy's cock started to get hard again. After a few minutes, the guy behind me pushed into me, held for a minute and pulled out. Immediately, the black guy pulled out of my mouth and went behind me again. He pushed into my fuckhole again. He started to fuck me again. This time, he fucked me harder and faster than the first time. 

"Hope you like poz loads, slut. You have two poz loads in you now and will be getting another one from me soon."

"I am neg but love poz loads. The loads that I already had in me were poz."

"Oh really? Bugchaser?"

"My duty is to take all loads"

He moaned and started to fuck me even harder. Then he slammed into me.

"Take my dirty load, you slut!"

I felt his cock grow thicker and spurt after spurt of cum driving deep in me. After a few minutes, he pulled out. I laid down on my stomach. They both got off the bed and got dressed.

"Thanks slut. Enjoy."

With that, they left. It was a nice start to my long weekend.

[jagmanaz]

Looking forward to Greg's new adventures

[Petereater]

Fuck yeah, looking forward to his Toronto tale ➕💨☣️🦯➕

[TallKinkyBttmSlut]

Yummmmm great start.  

[sluttydogboy]

Part 2

I got up the next morning and got ready for my trip to Toronto. I went out and grabbed breakfast at Tim Hortons. I hung around the hotel for a few hours to allow for traffic to subside. I left the hotel about 10a and started the drive to Toronto. The drive was slow. Even though I left after rush hour, traffic was less than ideal. I pulled into the hotel parking lot at almost 12p and checked in. Even though I was earlier than normal check-in, they had a room ready for me. I got to my room and was impressed. It was a nice-sized room with a bunch of windows. I headed out and walked to a local store to stock up on some necessary supplies. I grabbed a pack of water bottles, soft drinks, and snacks. I dropped off my supplies at the hotel and went back out to grab some lunch. I brought it back to the room and ate while I checked out BBRT. I sent messages to a few interesting people. I was trying to determine what I would do for the evening. I decided that if I couldn't find anyone to hookup, I would head to Steamworks. I sent messages to the guys on Telegram to tell them that I had gotten to Toronto. After lunch, I douched in case I had any luck in the afternoon. The afternoon was slow. I talked to a bunch of fakes. I decided to create a quick connect ad on BBRT:

"neg bb btm hosting in hotel room. All tops welcome to breed me. Lube and poppers available. All loads accepted. Poz encouraged"

I decided to stop looking for a bit and went to Breeding Zone. I read a bunch of stories in the Backroom. I eventually went to the ChemSex stories. I was enjoying reading about guys that got corrupted by chems. The entire time I was reading the stories, I was hitting the poppers and wondered how other chems might be. I thought back to the guy I spoke to on Telegram. I decided to check out NKP and expand my search on BBRT for guys that might be interested in showing me the ropes. My phone beeped. It was a message on Telegram from Jeff.

"Sorry. I just saw your message."

"No problem. How are you?"

"Good. Getting ready to leave work. You make it to Toronto?"

"Yep. I am naked and high on poppers in my hotel room. I've been looking for tops but not having much luck yet."

"Yeah. Toronto is hit or miss sometimes."

"Any chance we might meet this weekend?"

"Yes. You mentioned that you might be interested in trying PnP?"

"Yes. I am nervous about it but am interested."

"Good. I stocked up on some supplies so we can party."

I was nervous.

"I haven't ever done more than poppers. Just nervous if I will be able to handle them."

"It's fine. We can take it slow. Won't slam the first time. Smoking can be good."

"What about a booty bump?"

"Sure. I can make that happen too."

"I've heard it can make a btm like me really need to get bred."

"Yep. I can make that happen too as long as you are good to take poz cock."

"My neg hole prefers poz cock and loads."

"Great. Probably best that you come here in case we smoke."

"I can do that. When?"

"Let's shoot for 8p tonight. I'll send you the address a little later."

"OK. Can't wait. Talk soon."

I went back to BBRT and found I had a message to my quick connect ad. It simply gave his phone number. I checked his profile. For his status, it said "Ask me."

I texted him.

"Hi. You responded to my BBRT ad. You looking?"

"Yes. Location?"

I gave him the hotel information.

"Thanks. I prefer totally anon. Got a blindfold?"

"Yes."

I grabbed the blindfold from my suitcase. I had bought one but hadn't been using it when I have been hooking up.

"OK. Will be there soon. Will let you know when I get there."

"Great. Your profile said to ask you about your status."

"I'm poz. See you soon."

I got the room ready for his arrival. After about thirty minutes, he texted me again. 

"Room number?"

I texted him the number and asked "You on meds or not."

"Not."

I was excited. I propped the door open and got on the bed in doggie with my ass facing the door. I pulled the blindfold on and hit the poppers. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. I heard the familiar sound of clothes hitting the floor. I heard him walk over to the bed, pick up the poppers, and take a hit. I heard the sound of him opening the lube and squirting on his cock. He got up on the bed behind me and took another hit. I took another hit in each nostril. 

"Spread that ass."

I reached back and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him take another hit and pushed his cock in. His cock felt great. It was an ideal thickness - not too thin and not so thick that it hurt. I also enjoyed the length as he thrust into me. I let go of my ass cheeks and hit the poppers again. I heard him hit the poppers and felt his cock swell. slightly. He slapped my ass and started to fuck me.

"I love anon scenes, slut."

"Me too, Sir."

"You have no idea who I am. You have let an unknown stranger put his cock in your slut hole."

"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir."

I hit the poppers again and heard him do the same. 

"All that you know is that I am poz and not on meds."

"Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir."

"I am enjoying using your sluthole. I haven't cum in several days. You are going to get a big toxic load."

He slapped my ass and started picking up the pace. I hit the poppers again.

"Fuck me, Sir. Breed me. Dump your toxic load deep in me."

"Take this toxic load, slut!"

He slammed into me hard. I pushed back on his thrust to keep my balance. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. I was in ecstasy as each shot of cum hit my prostate. After a few minutes, he pulled out and slapped my ass.

"Thanks, slut. Enjoy your time in town."

I laid down on my stomach to ensure that the cum stayed in me. I heard him get dressed and left. I pulled the blindfold off and sent him a text.

"Thanks, Sir. I am in town until Monday morning. Let me know if you want another crack at my sluthole."

"Will do."

I checked the clock. It was about 4p. I still had several hours to go. Nothing was looking too promising. I decided to grab some food early so I could be ready for the evening. I continued to watch porn.

My phone beeped. It was Jeff.

"Sorry. We can't get together tonight. Family emergency."

Fuck. I got my hopes up again for another fake. I responded.

"OK. Hope everything turns out ok."

Guess my evening is free now. I jumped back on BBRT. My quick connect ad had expired. There were other ads but they were all bottoms. I went on grindr and Sniffies. More fakes. I was frustrated. Was my trip a waste of time and money? I got on NKP and had a reply. He gave me his number. I texted him.

"Hi. This is Greg from NKP. How are you?"

"Hey. OK. You looking to PNP?"

"I haven't ever done more than poppers but have always been curious about getting a booty bump."

"I can do that. I need supplies. Can you venmo?"

"How much you need?"

"100"

I understood needing to contribute to his purchasing supplies but this didn't seem right. Sounded like a scam. I blocked the number. 

I started to wonder if I should go to Steamworks or not. I was frustrated. I checked Sniffies to see how busy it looked and it didn't look promising. I continued to search grindr and BBRT. Eventually, I got a message from a top on BBRT. His profile said he was undetectable. For drug use, it said ask me.

"You looking for some raunchy fun tonight?"

I responded and gave him my number. A few minutes later, I got a text.

"Hi slut. We are talking on BBRT."

"Hello Sir. I am a sub bb btm. I am always looking for tops to use me."

"Cool. I am high at home and need some raunchy fun. What do you get into?"

"I am pretty open. I only take it bareback though."

"That's good with me. Only play bare here too. You open to ParTy?"

"Hot. I have only done poppers so far but am open for more."

"Never done it?"

"Not yet. I have always been curious about booty bumps but haven't found top to show me the ropes."

"Want to come over now?"

"Sure. You hosting?"

"Yes."

"Cool. What's the address?"

He sent the address.

"Says about 30 minutes. Want me to call an Uber now?"

"Yes. Text me when you get here."

"OK."

I requested an Uber and got dressed. I grabbed my lube, poppers, room key, and phone and headed down to meet the Uber. It arrived a few minutes later. I hopped in and was on my way. I was nervous about the kinds of play that may happen but was excited as well. What did he mean by raunchy play? Was it play that I hadn't tried yet? Maybe I should just cancel and go to Steamworks? I kept going back and forth until the driver told me that I had arrived. I looked out. It was a pretty run-down apartment complex. I tipped him and got out. I was nervous but texted him.

"I'm here."

"OK. Buzz apartment 303. I will let you in."

I walked over to the door and pressed 303. Seconds later, the door buzzed. I walked into the building. It was run-down inside too. I walked down the hall to the elevators and took it to the third floor. I got out and headed to the apartment. The door was ajar. I pushed the door open and stepped in. It was mostly dark in the apartment. I heard him close the door behind me.

"Take off your clothes and follow me to the playroom."

I immediately took off my clothes but left my jock on. I grabbed my lube and poppers and followed him. In the darkness, it was hard to make him out but he was tall and thin. I could make out that he was hairy. We walked through the main area into a small hallway. I could see red light coming from one of the rooms. He walked into that room and I followed. My heart was beating hard. There was slightly more light in this room but it was all red. There was a mattress on the floor. There was various drug paraphernalia scattered on the bed and nearby. Next to the bed, a portable sling had been setup. There was a table next to the sling. On that table, there was more drug paraphernalia. My eyes came back to my host. I could make him out a little better. He was hairy. His face was gaunt and looked weathered. I looked down and saw his uncut cock was long but still semi-soft.

"Thanks for coming slut. Been a long time since I had a newbie here."

"Thank you, Sir. I am nervous but open as long as you take it slow with me."

"Don't worry. We will have fun. I am going to get you into the sling to start."

I followed him over to the sling.

"Hop in."

I turned around and got my butt up into the sling. I slid down until my butt was hanging off the end. He grabbed each leg and secured to the cuffs.

"I am leaving your arms free. Before we begin, drink this down. You will need to stay hydrated."

He handed me a cup. I drank what he gave me. It tasted like Gatorade but had a slightly different taste. He started rubbing his hands over my legs and chest. I moaned when he started sucking on one of my nipples. He moved around to the other side of the sling and started sucking on my other nipple. I realized that I was enjoying it but was also starting to feel very relaxed. I was no longer nervous.

"Feeling relaxed now?"

"Yes Sir. Very relaxed."

"Good. Glad I could take the edge off. It will make everything go easier now."

I didn't quite understand what he meant but I was good with it. He disappeared but I could hear him moving around. Next thing that I knew, he was between my legs. He pulled my jock up and rubbed my cock until it started to get hard.

"Let's see how long this lasts."

I felt his finger at my hole. He pushed in and held it there for a moment. Then, he began to lightly finger fuck me. He withdrew his finger and pushed it back in. This time, it hurt. I felt some scratching as his finger worked its way deep in me.

"Let's see how long this takes."

He pulled his finger out and disappeared. Shortly after, my head started to spin. My craving to get fucked escalated. He returned.

"Starting to get the craving?"

I struggled to get out the words "Yes Sir." 

He grabbed my cock. It had shriveled up.

"Yep. Just like I expected. Useless. That's called Tina dick."

My brain was scrambled but I remembered something from the things I read. This can happen from Tina. How did this happen? When did I get Tina? Did he push a shard in me?

"Wha wha how?"

He laughed.

"Yes. I gave you a booty bump just like you wanted. Time to help it melt and to satisfy your need."

I felt his cock push into my hole. It was well-lubricated.

"mmmm. I'm gonna love filling your cunt with my poz cum."

With that, he started to fuck me. I was in ecstasy. I have no idea how long he fucked me. Then he stopped and pulled out.

"Be right back, slut."

He left the room. I felt empty. My fuckhole needed to be filled immediately. I was starting to squirm with horniness. Then, he came back in the room and had someone with him.

"See? I told ya. I introduced him to your Tina. I think he likes it."

The other guy responded. "Yep. It has that effect. Mind if I use him?"

"Sure. Go ahead. He already has two of my loads in him. I am sure he needs more."

"Thanks."

The other guy came over between my legs. I was having trouble focusing. He was white with a shaved head. Definitely looked rough. He pushed his cock hard into my used fuckhole.

"Damn. So sloppy in there."

"Yeah sorry. I hadn't cum in a while. Dumped a huge load in there."

He grabbed my legs and started fucking me. My host came over to my head. He had a glass pipe in his hands. He lit it and took a big hit. He bent over and kissed me. He pushed the smoke into my mouth and held his mouth over mine. Then he pulled back. I coughed.

"First shotgun. Before you leave, you will be smoking on your own."

He lit up again and took a hit and shotgunned me again. He pulled back but I held the smoke in my lungs.

"Yeah. Hold it as long as you can."

Finally, I released. 

"Good slut. You are on your way."

My head was spinning. I had no idea where I was or how long I was there. I started to feel more normal. I looked down and the shaved guy wasn't there. There was a black guy fucking me now. I have no idea when he arrived. My host reappeared by my head. He had the pipe again.

"Time for you to do your own first hit."

He held the pipe to me and I took it in my hand. I held it to my lips. He lit the pipe. I sucked in.

"Deeper. Deeper."

I kept inhaling until I couldn't inhale any longer and pulled the pipe from my lips. I held it as long as I could and then exhaled. I coughed a little.

"Good. Another."

I repeated the process. I started to get fuzzy again. I lost track of time again. I started to come to my senses. I looked down and saw someone pull out of me and walk away. I didn't recognize him. My host returned and unlocked my legs. I got out of the sling. I struggled to stand but was able to maintain my balance. My host led me to the door.

"Time for you to head out. Come back tomorrow afternoon and I can sell you a glass pipe and some shards. I can show you the ropes for you to smoke."

I called an Uber and started to get dressed.

"OK. How many people?"

"Fucked you? I lost track. After my dealer fucked you, several of my customers came by and I offered them your ass. Some paid some good dollars for their stash plus a chance to unload in you."

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome. Contact me tomorrow if you want to buy from me."

The Uber arrived and I headed back to the hotel.

[Heir2012]

This might be one of your best chapters yet! Love seeing men take control of him and use him, even if that means he has no control. 

[SubOhioBttm]

Wow, your writing is amazing. Thanks for keeping this going. 

[KCCumDump]

Please continue, I wish I was Greg. I need someone to get me spun and pimp me out.

[themiraclebox]

more please!seeing u getting slammed and used by big raw cocks 

[Heir2012]

A part of me wants to see him drugged up and heald captive. The men sell him out to get fucked. Nothing but a hole. 

[meetme]

Loved- I looked down and the shaved guy wasn’t there. There was a black guy fucking me now.  I have no idea when he arrived. That’s beyond wonderful. The dialog when the dealer came in to use him was great, but losing track of who and how many bred him after that, that’s real commitment to the joy of reckless raw sex. Always so much fun.

[Pnp-pig]

Hot hot hot! More please sluttydogboy.  I wish I was Greg!

hopefully by end of his adventure he learns to slam too😎

Edited November 17 by Pnp-pig

[dazzasboy]

Love your stories thanks for the effort

[syd_btm130]

Fucking jealous of that, love to get used that way 

[sluttydogboy]

Part 3

I got back to the hotel. It was 2a. Where did the time go? I was tired but really horny and wired at the same time. I couldn't explain it. I thought about going to sleep but I decided I needed to see if I could find anyone else to breed me. I hopped on the apps and looked for more tops. After searching for a while, I passed out.

My alarm went off. It was 10a. I was hungover. I dragged myself out of bed and drank down an entire bottle of water. I douched and showered. I started to feel a little better. I went out and got breakfast at Tim Hortons and headed back to my hotel room. I texted my host from last night.

"Good morning, Sir. Thanks for a crazy night."

No response. I started thinking about what I would do tonight. If my host from last night responded, would I go back? Would I try to find other PnP tops? Would I go to Steamworks? Did I really want to do another booty bump tonight? Did I really want to smoke again tonight? I never wanted to smoke but I enjoyed it. Did I need it? No but maybe I would just try it again to make sure. My phone beeped. It was a text from last night's host.

"Hi slut. Glad you liked it. Interested in buying from me today?"

"I probably shouldn't but am thinking about it."

"OK. I can't play tonight like we did last night. I could sell you some party favors and show you how to enjoy them now that you are sober."

"OK. If I decide to do that, when should I come by?"

"Well, let me know if you want that and I will tell you the time."

What was I going to do? I shouldn't buy any more. I had the experience and I enjoyed it but I shouldn't repeat it. It wouldn't be a good idea. I should turn him down and just look for bb tops.

"I am interested. What time?"

"Good. Stop by at 5p"

"OK. See you then."

What was I doing? I shouldn't do this. I will just tell him later that I am not going to stop by. I went onto Telegram and read through messages. I posted a message on one of the PnP channels about my experience.

"Had my first PnP experience last night. I got a booTy bump and then smoked some last night. It was amazing. Turned me into a total tweaked out cumdump last night. Most of the night was hazy but it was so hot. Trying to determine if I am going to repeat."

Several people replied. Everyone was encouraging me. A private message popped up.

"Where are you located?"

"I am visiting Toronto."

"Really? I'm in the Toronto area too."

"Cool. Do you PnP?"

"Yes I do. If you pick up more party favors, maybe we can get together."

"What are you into/looking for?"

"Total top. Breeding, sweat, piss, spit, rough play"

"mmmm. I haven't gotten into sweat, piss or spit yet but I can"

"Good. Let me know. My name is Sam"

"Thanks Sam. My name is Greg."

I checked out the time. It was early afternoon. I went out and got some food to hold me over for the afternoon/evening. I performed another douche in case anything happened this afternoon. My craving for play was growing. My craving to pick up supplies was growing. I should just look for some regular play instead. That will satisfy me. I don't need any different kind of play. I got a message on Grindr.

"You looking?"

"Yes. I am looking for a bb top. You looking to breed?"

"Sure am. Location?"

I sent him the name of the hotel.

"Cool. I am just down the street. Ready now?"

"Yes."

"Great. I have a 7 day load for you. See you soon."

I hit the poppers. They were nice but they didn't satisfy my craving like they used to. I hit them several more times. My phone buzzed.

"I'm just about to walk in. Room number?"

I sent him the room number and propped open the door. I got on the bed in doggie and hit the poppers again. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. I heard his clothes hit the floor and heard him walk over to the bed. He slapped my ass and climbed onto the bed. I took two rapid hits of poppers in each nostril and held. He slapped my crack with his now-hard cock. I exhaled. He lubed up his cock and held it at the entrance to my hole. I took a deep hit of poppers in my right nostril and he started to push in.

"mmmmm nice fuck hole."

He continued to push until he was all the way inside me. I hit the poppers again. I was enjoying them but it didn't seem as satisfying as before. I was thinking back to last night as he started to fuck me. I loved the feeling of that booty bump last night. I realized that my mind was wandering when it needed to be focused on satisfying the top that was fucking me. I focused on his thrusts. I squeezed my fuckhole trying to bring him even more pleasure. I hadn't even focused on his cock. It was definitely above average in length and thickness. It was the size that I love.

"On yeah slut, tighten that hole. It's going to make me cum deep in you."

I kept squeezing.

"Breed me, Sir. Give me your big load."

"You got it, slut."

He started to fuck hard and fast and then grabbed my hips and pushed hard. I pushed back at him to keep my balance.

"uhhhhhhhhhhh"

I felt him squirt five times deep in my hole. Each spurt was hitting my prostate. After several minutes, he slowly withdrew. I laid down on my stomach. He slapped my ass.

"Thanks slut. I needed that."

"Thank you, Sir."

He walked back to the door, got dressed and left.

I enjoyed the fuck but something was missing. I needed more. Did I need to parTy? I checked the time. I needed to get ready to head over to last night's host. I sent him a text.

"Am I still good to stop by for supplies?"

"Yep. Bring cash."

I called an Uber. I got dressed, grabbed my cash, poppers and lube and headed downstairs. I hopped into the Uber and headed off to meet my host. I don't need to do this. I can change my mind. Maybe I can just do one smoke. Surely, he would let me do one puff and leave. Maybe I can try more. The Uber stopped at his apartment. I got out and walked to the building and hit his buzzer. He buzzed me in and I went to his apartment and knocked. He let me in. This time, his apartment was fully lit. I looked around. It was pretty nice. Nothing too fancy but everything was clean and bright.

"Welcome. Follow me."

I followed him back to the room from the other night. The room was brightly lit now. The mattress was still on the floor. There was no drug paraphernalia on the floor this time. The sling was still setup. He led me over to the table that was next to the sling. There were a few glass pipes and baggies on the table. 

"I have some supplies for you. I have some baggies with different amounts and sizes of shards. Since you are new, I recommend the baggies that have several smaller shards. This will let you pace yourself better."

"I don't know what I am doing."

"It's fine. I will show you. How many baggies do you think you might want?"

"I guess it depends on the cost."

He told me the price for each baggie. It seemed like a fair price but I didn't know.

"Think I can buy two of the baggies?"

"Sure thing and I will throw in a glass pipe and lighter."

I handed him the money.

"OK. I know you aren't local. Do not try to smuggle this across the border. If you do and you get caught, do not lead them back to me. Got it?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Now let me show you how to smoke this."

He opened one of the baggies and pulled out a small shard. He grabbed one of the pipes and lighter and handed it to me. He showed me the process. I inhaled deeply, held it as long as I could and then exhaled. I was already starting to feel my purpose. 

"Looks like you enjoyed that. I am glad. Feel like you know what to do?"

"mmmmm Yeah. I do."

"OK. Good. You have my number whenever you need more but remember what I told you about trying to smuggle it across the border."

I was fuzzy but I remembered. "Yeah. I remember."

"OK good. Have fun."

"Thanks."

I called an Uber and headed downstairs to meet it. Once it arrived, I got in and headed back to the hotel. I was wired but relaxed. I was horny. The need to be a cumdump continued to grow more urgent. I got into my room and got naked. I placed the supplies on the nightstand. I got on Telegram and sent a message to Sam.

"I picked up some supplies."

He responded. "Cool. Want some raunch tonight?"

"Yes Sir. I do."

"OK. Can you travel?"

"Where?"

He sent me his address in Mississauga.

"I should be able to get an Uber there."

"Good. How about 8p tonight?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Bring your supplies and be ready for fun."

I had less than an hour before I had to get an Uber. I freshened up and got my supplies together. Soon after, I jumped into an Uber and headed out. My mind was racing. Should I be doing this? This could be a setup. Maybe he is law enforcement. Maybe I should just turn-around and head back. Maybe this will be a crazy-fun night. What if I need this kind of night all of the time? Then what? Maybe it can just be something that I do when I come to Toronto. Why am I so horny? Is this how it will always be? What's wrong with feeling this way? Just enjoy yourself.

Finally, the Uber pulled up in front of a house and I got out. It was a small house. It was run-down. The paint was peeling on the house. The shingles were very weathered. There was assorted junk outside. The shades were all closed. I walked up to the door and knocked. The door opened and I was greeted by a very rough looking guy with very short hair. He was about my height and looked very thin. He was wearing a robe that wasn't fully closed. He was naked underneath.

"Come on in."

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Inside, the house appeared ok but it smelled of smoke, pot, piss, and cum.

"Follow me to the playroom."

I walked behind him as he led me through the living room and down the hall. We came to a door and he opened it and went in. It was a stairway that led downstairs. I was getting nervous. We were heading down to a basement. My mind was screaming for me to leave but I followed him down. We got to the bottom of the stairs and I could see that the basement had been converted to a playroom. There was a fuck bench to the side and a sling hanging from the rafters. There was a table setup which had various items on it. There was drug paraphernalia. There was a gas mask. There were various restraints along with various butt plugs and dildos. In one of the corners, it looked like a shower stall was installed. There were no walls, just a showerhead with attached douching attachment and a drain. There was a toilet next to the shower.

"Strip and put your supplies on the table."

I stripped down to my jock. I pulled my poppers, pipe, lighter, and baggies out of my pocket and placed them on the table. He walked over to me. He was naked now and I was able to get a better look at him. He was barely more than skin and bones. He had no hair on his body and a very short haircut. He had various tattoos on his body. He had biohazard tattoo on his chest and a scorpion tattoo on his hip. His cock wasn't hard but was at least 6 inches. His balls were large and were hanging very low. He walked over to me and rubbed his boney hands over my chest and back. His hands moved down my back and squeezed my ass. He walked over to the table and looked through what I brought.

"Not bad for a beginner. Should be beyond beginner level by the time you leave. Suck my cock while I prepare."

I immediately got down on my knees and reached out to his cock. I grabbed it and stuck my tongue out and licked the tip. I moved closer and started to take it into my mouth. He twitched as I started to lick around the head. I continued to lick the head and started to lightly suck the tip. His cock started to swell and grow in my mouth. I tried to take it as deep in my mouth and throat as I could. His cock grew harder the longer that I sucked. I heard him take a deep inhale, hold, and exhale.

"Decent shit."

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and handed me the pipe and lighter. I lit the pipe and inhaled deeply. I held it as long as I could and then exhaled. The need to be a cumdump started to grow again.

"Again."

I repeated with the pipe. My head started to spin.

"Again."

I didn't think I could do another but I did another hit.

"Again."

I was really feeling it but I did another hit as he wanted. He put his hand out and I handed him the pipe and lighter. I was still kneeling and was lost in the high from the hits when I felt it. Something was being put around my neck. I couldn't figure out what it was at first and then I felt it get pulled. It was a collar. He was pulling me by a leash that was attached. I crawled as best as I could behind him as he continued to pull me. Then, we stopped. We were in the shower stall area. He was standing in front of me. His cock inches away from my mouth.

"Open your mouth and close your eyes."

I opened my mouth and was ready to suck him again. Then I felt it. A hot liquid was hitting my face and going into my mouth.

"Drink my chempiss."

I instinctively started to swallow as fast as I could as more of his hot piss went into my mouth. I am not sure if I enjoyed the taste of his piss or not. All I knew is that I didn't care. He stopped peeing and stepped forward and stuck his cock in my mouth. I immediately started sucking again and he moaned. He put his hands on both sides of my head and started to fuck my mouth. His cock grew larger and he started to force it into my throat. I was relaxed and his cock went into my throat. He started to fuck my face harder and I could feel his cock banging against my throat. Then, he abruptly pulled his cock out of my mouth. He pulled the leash and I followed behind him. He stopped at the fuck bench and released the leash.

"Get on."

I climbed up on the fuck bench and rested my arms on the rests. He walked away and I heard him gathering items from somewhere. He returned and grabbed my right ankle. He attached a cuff to my leg and pulled it slightly. I heard the sound of metal being fastened. He moved over to my left ankle. I tried to move my right leg but found that it didn't move far. He had attached the cuff to the bench. He finished with my left leg. It was now secured to the bench as well. He walked around in front of me with his cock right in front of my face. I opened my mouth. He stepped forward and stuck the head of his cock in my mouth. I started sucking. He grabbed my right arm and secured a cuff around my wrist and then secured it to the bench. He repeated with my left arm. I was now completely secured to the bench. He pushed forward with his cock and grabbed my head again.

"Much better."

He started fucking my face again. This time, he was rougher. He was pushing his cock harder into my throat. After one of the thrusts, he held still. I was starting to panic. I felt my breath running out. I started to move my arms. He laughed, held still for another moment and then withdrew. I gagged. Tears were running down my face.

"mmmmmmm"

He immediately grabbed my head and pushed his cock in again. He started fucking my face again. Over and over, his cock abused my throat. Again, he pushed in and held still. I tried to relax but the panic started to increase again. I started to move again but he held still. The panic got worse. Again, he laughed but didn't move this time. I started to get desperate. He pulled out and I gagged again. Tears were continuing to flow down my face. He stepped away. My head was starting to clear. What had I gotten myself into? I started to wonder if I should tell him that I needed to stop. He could keep my supplies in exchange. Then, I felt him pushing something sharp into my ass. He pulled his finger and moved around behind me. He returned in front of me. He held the glass pipe to my lips. I opened my mouth and wrapped it around. He lit it and I inhaled.

"Keep inhaling. You can take more."

I kept inhaling until my lungs felt full.

"More."

I tried to inhale more. I thought my lungs were going to burst. He pulled the pipe away and I held as long as I could and then exhaled. Immediately, the pipe was put back in my lips. He lit it again and I inhaled deeply again. I inhaled until I couldn't inhale any longer. He pulled back and I held it as long as I could before I exhaled. He stepped away. My head was spinning again and the hunger in my fuckhole started. I was lost in my sensations until I felt him behind me again. I felt his cock at my fuckhole. I heard him spit.

"I only use spit or cum for lube."

He pushed in hard. It hurt. He immediately started fucking hard. It continued to hurt. He grabbed the leash and pulled back on my neck. The pain continued but it as being overwhelmed by the hunger in my fuckhole. As he continued the assault on my fuckhole, the pain was replaced by pleasure. Thrust after thrust was hitting my prostate. I lost track of time. I don't know if he fucked me for a couple of minutes or for hours. Suddenly, he pulled hard on the leash and slammed deep in me. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Each one hit my prostate. After a few moments, he pulled out and moved around to my face. I instinctively opened my mouth. He jammed his cock into my mouth. I could taste the mixture of my ass, his cum, and blood. I licked off all of the juices until he pulled out of my mouth.

"Hope you are comfortable slut. If not, oh well. The night is just beginning."