Fiancé turns cumdump

[Sydneyboi]

"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.

[ausnude]

Hot, hot, hot, please continue...

 

[BoYGaSM]

WOOF!

[RobertBottomSlut]

I want to be fucked forever on the filthy floor of  a run-down brick men’s room. 

[Sydneyboi]

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.

[SubOhioBttm]

Oh man that's a hot story - i hope that there's more! 

[Tacoma2015]

Hot story!

[Sydneyboi]

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. 

 

—— 

 

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”. 

[Cumboi]

Really hot wish it were me on that bed  - hope there is more 

[BubbaNTexas]

Hot!  More please!

[ausnude]

I so want to be the fucktoy.....

[Tanbbottom]

Very fuckin hot 🔥 

[Ozscatpig]

On 12/13/2024 at 1:52 AM, RobertBottomSlut said:

I want to be fucked forever on the filthy floor of  a run-down brick men’s room. 

Hell.yes by a bunch of filthy old mature pigs ....

 

[Sydneyboi]

Chapter 4: 

His cock swelled up, such a pretty slut to use this afternoon. The anon top wasn’t sure where to start, choke the poor cunt’s neck or cock so deep he’d be gasping for air. Regardless his rhythm grew more frenzied, the bed squeaking in protest with each powerful thrust down the lad’s throat. The top's hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing just enough to make him gag, his spit pooling on the pillow beneath him. The camera continued to snap away, capturing every moment of his degradation, every twitch and moan that escaped his throat. It was a performance, a depraved dance that they both knew was a long time coming.

 

And as the top's grip tightened and the spit dribbled down his chin, the little slut knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. The pain was his release, the humiliation his turn on. This was his place, to be used and abused, to be the plaything of the man who now knew his name and address. He reveled in the thought that when he lay in bed with his unsuspecting fiancé that night, he'd be thinking of this, his hole stretched and sore, his mind forever marked by the depravity that had unfolded in the quiet of the afternoon.

 

The bedroom was a blur of sensation, the sting of the spit mixing with the smell of leather and sweat. The top's fingers found their way to his throat, tightening with each thrust, cutting off his air supply just enough to make him panic. He felt the pressure build in his chest, his body begging for mercy as his vision swam. And just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, the grip loosened, and sweet, sweet oxygen flooded his lungs, the pain receding into a delicious wave of pleasure. He gagged and choked, his eyes watering, as the top chuckled with satisfaction, the vibrations of his laughter sending shockwaves down his spine.

 

The sound of the spanks pierced through the haze of passion, a jolting reminder of the world outside their bubble. The top didn't miss a beat, his rhythm unbroken as he whispered, "Don't you dare move, slut. Whatever is making you struggle, I'll handle it." The slut lay there, his ass in the air, his body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. The footsteps grew faint as the top moved to his bag, leaving him vulnerable, exposed, and desperately craving the continuation of his punishment.

 

The bag closed again, and the top returned, his breathing heavy. "It's just the dildo," he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned down, his hot breath against fuck toy’s ear, "Now, where were we?" The hand returned to his throat, the pressure building once more. The cheater’s chest heaved with the effort to breathe, his body writhing under the weight of the man above him. The top took this as a cue, slamming into him harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The slut felt the beginnings of a powerful orgasm building, his body betraying him with each painful stroke. He wasn’t read my yet. The top noticed, “stop touching your cock, I’ll tell you when you can touch it. He grabbed his hands and put them behind his head; no way is that slut cumming early and backing out; there’s some real damage to do to this hole he thought.

[Sydneyboi]

The camera flashed again, the cold light bouncing off the sweat on their bodies. The top's hand left his throat, reaching down to twist his nipple, eliciting a scream that was muffled by the mouthful of spit. “Time to start stretching that hole boy, you ready to gape and get filled in”. The cute fucker just lifted his legs a little, that’s the sign of a keen slut. 

 

The cock hit him like a freight train, his entire body seizing up, muscles tightening around the thick cock inside him which just dipped in, no time to adjust. The top took advantage of his vulnerability, pushing deeper, filling him to the brim with his pre-seed. Annoyingly, the cumslut wanted to take the blindfold off, he did it without my permission - he was going to pay for that. 

 

The dumb slut finally caught a glimpse of the smug satisfaction on the top's face. This was what he lived for, the ultimate surrender to his desires, and he knew that the memories of this day would haunt him, and excite him, for a very long time. For the top, it was just another dumb taken cunt who clearly isn’t satisfied and needs a big fat cock to give him some sort of meaning, he was just a hole that I planned on tearing up and returning to sender. 

 

As the top pulled in and out, a Masterclass of how to gape. He pulled out and the work of art in front of him, “time to push out  baby and show that gape”. It was so easy; on all 4s the dumb cunt was letting the whole world see. 

 

The warmth of his precum slipped out, leaving a trail down Aussieanon's thigh. He lay there, panting, the taste of saliva and precum still on his tongue. I scoped it back inside him and pushed my fingers in deep, “we are not finished yet”. 

 

The camera was set aside, the evidence of their encounter saved for later. For the next 20 minutes was a mix of domination and just getting ready to unload, I could tell he was struggling and kept asking for breaks and more lube - “should’ve thought about that before you took the blindfold off”. He was really struggling but he still wanted it, his hips pulling back in to me and the cheeky cunt trying to get in deeper. 

 

I could feel the nut building up; and thought I’ll give him some relief; make him think he was in control and build him up to being submissive next time his hands need to be tied back; he will pay for that blindfold slip. 

 

“I’m getting close boy, now’s the time to cum”. 15 pumps later and I was splattering his cunt with my load, he came 5 strokes early - I chocked him good and spat in his face as a thank you. 

 

I grabbed a towel, wiping the spit from my own face before tossing it to him. "Clean up," he ordered, his voice still filled with the power he'd wielded over him. The dumb fuck obeyed, his trembling hand bringing the towel to his face, wiping away the mess he'd become. He felt a strange sense of pride in his submission, his body used and discarded, yet still craving more.

 

They lay there for a moment, the only sound their ragged breaths. The top's hand trailed down the slut’s body, his fingers lightly brushing over the bruises that had already begun to form. "Look at what a good little slut you are," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost gentle. The words sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching in response. He knew this was just the beginning of his training, that the top had plans for him, a future filled with pain and pleasure in equal measure.

 

The top leaned in, his mouth close to Aussieanon's ear. "Remember, every time you take your boyfriend's dick, you're going to think about this. You're going to feel me inside you, stretching you out, making you mine." He kissed him roughly, claiming his mouth, before rolling off the bed. Exhausted, he watched as the anon top picked up the camera, scrolling through the photos with a wicked smile. "You're going to love watching these, aren't you?" He knew it was true, that every image would be a reminder of his place in this twisted game, a prize to be cherished and feared.

 

With a final pat on his ass, the top told him to get dressed. The world outside waited, a mundane existence that would never fully satisfy him again. He pulled on his clothes, feeling the ache in his ass with every movement, a constant reminder of the afternoon's events. As he left the house, the cheating cunt of a fiancé knew that when the night came, and he lay in his own bed, he'd reach for the lube, the fantasy of the day playing out in his mind, the gaping hole in his soul demanding to be filled once more. 

 

Contrastingly, as the top drove away, he couldn't help but wonder what the next message would bring; plenty more cunts like him to fill before then.