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"You know what, babe?" the engaged man typed into his phone, his thumbs dancing over the screen with a nervous energy, "I'm just gonna go for a jog after work. Need some me-time."

 

"Okay, love," his fiancée responded, his voice echoing through the phone's speaker, filled with understanding.

 

He stared at the message for a moment, his heart racing. The lie was small, but it felt like a boulder rolling downhill, gaining momentum. "Love you," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

 

The clock ticked away the seconds, each one feeling like an eternity. His office chair groaned under his weight as he leaned back, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. A few weeks of chatting on Snapchat had led to this, a secret rendezvous in the most unlikely of places: a 60s-style brick public bathroom, the kind in a park that was quiet and discreet enough to play in

Finally, the time came. He slipped into the bathroom, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum. The room was empty, save for the faint scent of disinfectant and the distant sound of birds. The blindfold was already in his pocket, a gym shirt wrapped up thrilling and terrifying thought all rolled into one. He had never met anyone from the app before for an anonymous hook up, let alone in such a risky location. But there was something about Aussieanon that had him hooked, a magnetic pull that he couldn't ignore - his body 6 pac and thick girthy cock. 

 

The bathroom door swung open, the squeak of its hinges piercing the silence. A figure stepped in, tall and broad, filling the space with an unmistakable presence. The engaged man's breath caught in his throat as he couldn’t see anything, not the outline of the person he had been chatting with for weeks. They had agreed to leave the door slightly ajar, a nod to the thrill of potentially being caught.

 

The stranger approached, his heavy boots echoing on the tiles. He was just as the pictures had promised in his mind: a tower of muscle, his skin glistening with a hint of sweat. The engaged man felt his body respond, his cock thickening in his pants. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with a mix of excitement and fear.

 

"You ready for this?" the stranger growled, his voice a gruff promise of what was to come.

 

The engaged man nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He felt a hand on the back of his neck, guiding him to his knees. The world around him spun as the blindfold was secured, plunging him into darkness. The scent of leather cleaner filled his nostrils, and a cold bottle was pressed to his nose.

 

"Take a sniff," the stranger instructed, his voice now closer, the anticipation hanging in the air like a thick fog. "It'll make it easier."

 

He took a deep breath, the sharp tang of poppers flooding his senses, his inhibitions melting away. The stranger's hand moved to his chin, tilting his head back. "Good boy," he murmured, his spit landing on the engaged man's face, a hot wetness that sent a shiver down his spine. "Open up."

 

The engaged man obeyed, his mouth parting to reveal his eager throat. The stranger's hand slid down, unbuckling the man's belt, unzipping his pants, and freeing his hard cock. It was like a dream, or a nightmare, he couldn't tell which. All he knew was that he was about to break every rule he had ever set for himself, and he was more turned on than he had ever been in his life.

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Chapter 2:

He heard the sound of the stranger's zipper, the rustle of fabric, and then a sudden warmth and pressure as the anonymous man's dick pushed against his lips. It was thick, just as he had imagined, and it filled his mouth completely. The engaged man's eyes rolled back in his head as he took it all, his tongue dancing around the velvety head, tasting the salt and musk of a stranger's desire. The poppers had done their work, turning his nervousness into pure, unbridled lust.

 

The stranger's hand wrapped around the back of his head, guiding him in a rhythmic bobbing motion, his hips thrusting in time. He could feel the man's excitement growing, the grip on his hair tightening with each stroke. The sounds of wet, hungry sucking filled the small bathroom, a symphony of lust that seemed to echo off the cold, hard surfaces.

 

Suddenly, the stranger pulled out, leaving the engaged man gasping for air. "You want more, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the man's very bones.

 

The engaged man nodded, his eyes still blindfolded, his mouth still open in anticipation. The hand that had been holding his head guided him to a nearby wall, and he felt his pants being pulled down to his ankles. The cool air of the bathroom caressed his ass and thighs, sending goosebumps rushing over his skin. The stranger's hand was on him again, this time tracing a line down his spine before settling on his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

 

With a grunt, the stranger pushed him against the wall, and the engaged man felt the tip of that massive cock at his entrance. He took a deep breath, bracing himself, and then it was inside him, stretching him wider than he had ever been. He let out a muffled cry, the pain quickly giving way to an intense, burning pleasure. The stranger didn't stop, didn't hesitate, just started fucking him hard and fast, his hips slamming into him with an almost brutal force.

 

The engaged man's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his body no longer his own as he was used and filled by this stranger. He could feel the man's hand on his throat, squeezing gently, the other hand digging into his hip as he was pounded into the wall. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was all he could hear, all he could feel was the cock inside him, claiming him in a way that no one else ever had.

 

And then, just when he thought he couldn't take any more, the stranger stopped, pulling out with a wet pop. "On your back," he ordered, his voice gruff with need. The engaged man complied, his legs shaking as he laid down on the cold, hard floor. He heard the sound of the baby change table being pulled down with a clang, and then he was being lifted onto it. The plastic was cold against his back, but the heat of the stranger's body quickly warmed him up as he was entered again, this time with an even deeper, more primal force.

 

The man's cock was a piston, driving into him without mercy, pushing him to the very edge of his limits. The pain was exquisite, a sweet agony that had him moaning and writhing, his own cock trapped and straining against his stomach. He could feel the stranger's hot breath on his neck, his teeth grazing his earlobe. "You're mine now," the stranger murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a shiver of pure, unadulterated lust through the engaged man's body. "Mine to use whenever I want."

 

The words were a catalyst, igniting a fire in the engaged man that had been smoldering for weeks. He arched his back, pushing himself onto that thick, delicious cock, meeting each thrust with his own desperation. The stranger's hand found his own cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and it was all too much. He came, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him trembling and gasping for air.

 

But the stranger wasn't done. He kept pumping into him, harder and faster, until he too reached his climax, filling the engaged man with a hot flood of cum that spilled out onto the baby change table. The sound of their ragged breaths filled the room, the only testament to the carnality that had just unfolded.

 

When the stranger finally pulled out, the engaged man felt empty, both physically and emotionally. But as the blindfold was removed and he looked into the eyes of the man who had just fucked him so thoroughly, he knew that this was just the beginning. There was something in those eyes, a glint of ownership, of possession, that told him that aussieanon had big plans for his newfound toy.

 

And as they dressed in the dim light of the bathroom, exchanging knowing smiles and a promise to meet again, the engaged man realized that he was more than okay with that. He craved it, in fact. The thrill of the unknown, the danger of discovery, it all just added to the excitement. As he stepped out into the cool night air, the taste of the stranger still on his lips, he knew that he would do whatever it took to feel that way again.

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Chapter 3: 

The message was clear: "Ready for round two, slut?" His fingers danced over the screen, typing out a swift response. "Always," he replied, a smug grin tugging at his lips. The memory of their last encounter still fresh in his mind, a thrill shot through him at the thought of pushing even further.

 

The weeks of anticipation had only stoked the flames of his desire. Every time he saw a public restroom, every time he felt his asshole clench involuntarily at the thought of being filled and used, he knew he had to have more. The Snapchats had been a tease, a series of fleeting images that only served to fuel his craving for the painful pleasure that awaited him. He knew that this time would be different, that the anonymity of the public bathroom was a mere precursor to the depravity that awaited him in the privacy of his home. A week off work, the house to himself and fiancé working in the office. 

 

The day arrived with a sense of urgency, the minutes ticking by with painful slowness as he counted down to their rendezvous. His stomach fluttered with excitement and nerves as aussieanon pulled into the driveway, parking up. 

 

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I opened the door revealing an apartment filled of photos of the fucktoy’s fiancé with their family. Inside, my new found fuck toy was waiting; blindfolded… took him long enough to get this place free. 

 

Blindfolded, like I asked him. Perfect. I announced by present through the door, “you ready”. I could smell the leather and musk the stupid slut had been sniffing beforehand. I walked in, he was taking a hit hit that filled fucktoy’s nostrils as I pushed him onto the bed, I pulled out my phone; the sound of a camera shutter clicking in the background. He didn’t know what was coming next, the sharp slap of my hand across his face without ceremony, the promise of his limits being stretched to their breaking point. The anticipation was a sweet torment, a symphony of lust and fear playing out in his mind.

 

The bed dipped as Aussieanon's straddled fucktoy’s waist, the heat from his body a perfect balance with the head rush from the poppers. He felt the man's coarse fingers prodding at his slicked-up asshole, testing his readiness. "You're going to take it all, aren't you, slut?" the top growled, his voice thick with desire. Fucktoy nodded, his throat dry, unable to form words. The jock was removed with a pop, as he braced himself for the inevitable. The thought of the man's cock pushing inside was overwhelming, the pain quickly giving way to a deep, intense pleasure that made his toes curl. But that wasn’t going to happen just yet. 

 

Aussieanon flipped him round, lie on your back with your head at the edge of the bed, I’m going to use your throat and get you open. His cock slapped out, fucktoy couldn’t see a thing other than the shadow and cock suddenly slapped across his face. “Open”. 

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