My Slut

[MethSlut]

One

 

I don’t think I ever did get to know his name. He became known as slut to me very early on in the relationship that we built together. To be fair to me, I’d be extremely surprised if he knew my name either. He always seemed to call me Boss or Daddy. It’s a little unfair to be honest. I’m only just 40, I’m trim and workout obsessed and have been since I was in my teens, and I have the body to go with that – massive arms, massive chest, massive legs and a massive dick with a propensity to get hard at the slightest provocation. 

 

And fuck me did the slut provoke me. I first saw him in our local cruising park, one (very busy!) Saturday night. I was there trying to blow a quick and dirty load as it was hot and I was horny, but I had things to be doing that night. For reasons I’ll come on to, I work most Saturday nights, albeit for myself. I was cruising around trying to find someone I wanted to screw yet finding nothing but the average guy and then round the next tree, there he was. Slut was easy to see – he’s around 22 (never did actually ask his age), very lithe build and when I first saw him, he was shoved up against a tree taking a dick up his quite frankly hot as fuck little butt. The anonymous guy plowing him was making one hell of a racket, grunting and spitting on the slut and basically having the time of his life. What surprised me most though was, given the slut was extremely pretty, that he’d chosen to take this guy up him. He wasn’t attractive in the conventional sense, more a dad body or a bear body, not that big a dick, not dominant or commanding, or really anything other than Joe Average and whilst that’s not a bad thing of course, slut could really have commanded his pick of the litter. 

 

Joe Average came inside the slut. I expected a condom to come off, but there wasn’t one. Slut immediately got to his knees and sucked his butt juices off the guy’s cock. He walked away without saying a word to the slut, leaving him there on his knees, cum dribbling out of his mouth. His beautiful hazel brown eyes looked greedily up at me and I felt my dick spring hard and thought he looked too good to miss a go on. I walked to him and began to open my fly, but the slut turned to me and said “Sorry Daddy, you’ll need to wait your turn”. He stood up and bent over the tree again and immediately, another guy stepped out of the darkness and began to bang him raw. My eyes adjusted to the darkness between the trees and I saw there was a group of about five guys wanking and (presumably) waiting to fuck the slut. None of them attractive as me, but slut seemed to want them all. 

 

I couldn’t figure this out. My body, presence, and dick are worth having. Usually, I kick the gross guys off and plow whoever the fuck I want. Weirdly, not being allowed to made me harder. I got angry and stormed off. Little prick tease, let him get fucked. I needed to get some work done, so I decided to do that and come back and fuck someone else later on. 

 

Two hours later I had a gap, so I was back in the park and once again, I saw the slut. This time, he was without a queue for his butt. I saw red and I walked up to him and asked him if he’d got time to fit me in. I tried to look nonchalant, but my traitor cock was hard as a rock, which kind of gave the game away. 

 

Slut said “Yes Boss – but you need to know I’ve been fucked by a few guys tonight and their loads are all still in me. Some guys are not happy with sloppy seconds”.

 

“How many?”

 

“I lost count at twenty five…”

 

Fuck my traitor dick. It was so hard at this point it started to show out the top of my waistband. It’s 10 inches and pretty thick. I love sloppy seconds and screwing a slut after he’s taken two football teams up his butt is my idea of heaven. I feigned a pretence that I didn’t believe him. 

 

“Liar. No-one gets that many loads in a park”

 

He smirked (which is too fucking beautiful and he bloody knows it) and turned around.

 

“Really Daddy, let me show you”

 

He grabbed my right hand, and got the first and second fingers extended, then began to suck on them, kind of weirdly erogenously. He then moved the wet fingers down and pulled me in to kiss him. His mouth was sensuous and wet, and tasted of cum, ass and man. He slid my hands over his wonderful ass, then guided the fingers inside. I was immediately rewarded with a fucking torrent of cum. Slut pulled them out and sucked the cum off gently, and sweetly, but looking hard into my eyes all the time. I growled and decided to take him then and there. I knew he didn’t use rubbers – obviously – so I just picked him up and shoved him onto my cock. It’s a massive tool and I usually go in gently, but there was no need with this slut – straight to the base and no sign of any pain, probably due to the fucking huge amount of jizz I could feel slopping around inside him. 

 

He moaned loudly and I began to pull him up and down grunting and groaning myself, cum flying out of his butt and up and down my shaft. Something was missing. A dynamic I felt we should have had but didn’t quite. I cursed myself inwardly. This was a bad fuck! How?!? 

 

Slut sensed it too. He leaned into me and whispered, very quietly, in a very low voice “stop pretending to be a kind and caring lover Boss. We both know you’re a depraved fucking animal. So am I. I live to get fucked, to be used and to be a big man’s fuck toy. Damage me, Daddy”.

 

I was shocked and threw him off. He landed on the ground, but in two seconds was on his back with his butt pointing up at me. The moonlight caught the glint in his eyes. WTF? This guy was wired as hell. Bad boy indeed!

 

I leaned into him, penetrating him again slowly with my hand around his neck, deliberately, taking the time I needed to make it clear I dominated that butt, that it was mine from now on. I leaned in and whispered to him, very quietly and in a very low voice “I know your kind tweaker boy. You’re high as a kite aren’t you?”

 

“Yes Sir”

 

“What on?”

 

“Not much really Sir”

 

I smacked him around the mouth, hard, as I knew he’d lied. I won’t have my bitches lying to me. This did not have the desired effect. He smiled seductively, leaned towards me and, in a very demanding tone for a bitch said:

 

“I didn’t even feel that”

 

So I have no choice but to punch him a solid roundhouse. Now, I’m a big guy; 19 inch biceps and a solid upper body. So he felt it. I expected him to cry out, but no, he just smiled back at me and said:

 

“Thank you Sir. I love being treated mean by a proper guy. I took 32 cocks tonight, 27 loads – I lied when I said I hadn’t counted – but they were all pussies. Sluts need a real guy to show them who is in charge”

 

“What on?”

 

“Just a small bit of T, G, K, poppers and a bit of liquor Sir”

 

Fucking hell, more pharmacy than a hospital. This kid was going to be trouble, and yet I couldn’t look away. For the first time in my adult life, I’d fallen in love.

 

“Slut, you and me are going to be good friends I think. Just so happens I work every Saturday night - dealing just those chems”.

[MethSlut]

Two

 

“Yes Sir, please Sir, more Sir, don’t stop I need your seed, please Sir”

 

The cries of slut as I came in him for the third time. 

 

“Eat it out of your cunt slut”

 

“Yes Daddy”

 

Slut proceeded to start to finger the cum out of his cunt and lick it off his fingers. It’s pretty vile, but I get off on it. More importantly, the guy in the corner who had paid a good sum to watch slut get fucked by me liked to see it. Slut winked at him whilst he was slurping away and the guy started wanking furiously to see it. My slut has a very seductive wink and a very pretty face. 

 

He came to live with me about a week after our encounter in the park. We were going to take things slow, it was obvious we had chemistry, but in that week every time we saw each other we’d end up goading each other, harder, faster, stronger and steadily more depraved sex. It became obvious to me that the little slut was a junky and it also became obvious to me that I could find ways to fund the habit. Plus, have a lot of fun doing it. 

 

“The slut will take your load as well for another hundred if you want him to. Isn’t that right slut?”

 

“Yes Daddy. I like loads”

 

I mean, he and I both knew he’d take it for free, as the boy lived to be no loads refused. Practically defined the term. But the guy in the hotseat didn’t know that. He mumbled something to me

 

“What, sorry, I didn’t catch that?”

 

“I only screw whores when they’re high”

 

Oh dear, oh no, how awful, how would my utterly depraved junky tweaker slut cope with such a demand? Sometimes these things are just too easy.

 

“Then it’s five hundred”

 

“I want to slam him”

 

“Six hundred”

 

“Done”

 

 The first time I slammed up slut I had been cautious and asked him how much he wanted. He said “dealer’s choice, Daddy” by which he meant I was to choose. Three months in, I no longer even bother to ask him. He loves to be controlled and made to feel like a meth bitch. I handed the guy a pin. 

 

“Be careful, this is a 0.6; he’ll end up flying off the charts”

 

The guy put down his leaking cock and took the pin.

 

“Fuck me, I like this whore”

 

“Cash first”

 

Believe it or not, I have ApplePay. So a quick phone tap later and the tourniquet went on. Slut lets out a little whimper. He does it every single time when the smell of the alcohol pad hits him and it’s so sweet my heart flutters but I’m playing big bad dom not soppy lovebird so I try to keep a straight face and not lean in a snog his face off. Bit of an effort. 

The guys manages to find the register first go, the flash occurs, the fluid disappears in slowly. He’s clearly savouring this. It’s a slam moron, not a dribble. But then we’re done, the tourniquet is snapped off and the slut heaves up his lungs and begins to let out the most amazing cough. 

 

“Oh fuck. Daddy fuck me, this is strong please I need a cock in me, please oh Christ” and so on and so on. He’s doing this whilst pawing at his jizz-filled butt and sucking up the cum from earlier. The guy who’s buying looks at me and I say

 

“Get in there man, the slut needs his holes filling”

 

“Thanks”

 

“Don’t thank me, thank the slut”

 

“Thanks, slut”

 

“I NEED A COCK, FFS, I NEED A MAN IN ME RIGHT NOW”

 

The guy whose name we never found out jumped onto the bed and pulled the slut towards him slowly, clearly trying to savour the moment. I could have told him for free that slow wasn’t going to work when my slut was rushing. The look of surprise almost made me laugh out loud when slut jumped up, knocked him on his back and started to ride him cowboy, literally milking the seed out of the guy’s dick with his rabid hole. Slut was panting now like a bitch in heat and he gets nothing but verbal trash coming out of his mouth when he rushes, so we both had to endure him asking for cock, more cock, harder cock etc whilst the guy was fucking him. 

 

Soon, the guy came with a sudden shudder and the slut climbed off, kissed him hard, rolled onto his back and began to scoop the cum out of his cunt. He offered me a taste of course, but I declined. The guy cleaned himself up and clearly embarrassed a little, went out the door. I told him to get back in touch if he wanted to go again. 

 

However, fifteen minutes of fucking versus the duration of a slam don’t quite have the same timeframe and my slut was rushing hard off a 0.6 – he had what I call his ‘Stan doesn’t have a patch on me’ smile on his face – a sort of demand for more cock, more cum, more fists and more and more and more…

 

I am always happy to oblige. My cock went up again and in it went, churning my previous loads and the guys loads into my little slut. I put my hands in my favourite fucking place – around his neck with the little bit of threat that comes with that – and began to bang, cum flying out of slut’s butthole and soaking my dick and balls. I was starting to get nice and wet with the other guy’s cum and my earlier loads, casually smacking the bitch around  the face and in the chest, making him grunt and groan and goad me into harder and deeper fucking.

 

Then the phone rang

[ffabbian]

I answer to be called slut

[Erik62]

32 minutes ago, ffabbian said:

I answer to be called slut

I know that feeling but, I also seem to answer simply to a guy touching his zipper & calling me for what I am. Before  he's even got his zip down, I'm on my back or doggy with legs spread wide. I like solid, hard fucking but, if I can fly Tops can usually be hungry stallions & take me rough. 

[plisken]

I'm not into slams. bu still nice to read about a whore like myself

[MethSlut]

Three

 

“It’s me”

 

Tony Moretti, purveyor of finest trashy sex clubs – the kind that see slings for fisting and a piss room as a beginner option - and one of my best friends. 

 

“Tony I’m kind of busy – I’m balls deep in the slut”

 

“Say Hi from me. Listen, the act for tonight has dropped out and a need a fairly limitless cunt who doesn’t mind being banged on stage to step into the breach. Is he free”

 

“Yeah, he’s got a few loads churning about in him and he’s high as a kite, but if you don’t mind that, then he’s free”

 

“Deal – see you in ten minutes?”

 

“Deal”

 

I pulled out causing slut to voice his feeling on this matter in most unpolite language. 

 

“Get dressed, I’ve sold your ass to a sex club for the night”

 

“Yes Boss. I like sex clubs”

 

No shit. Trying to keep him on the stage and not dick surfing the crowd is usually the challenge. I found him a nice ‘n’ nasty little jockstrap to wear, his dog collar and a lead. That should fit the ambience. Oh, and some decent 20-hole rangers with red socks to finish off the look. I thought I’d better get into the spirit too, so I pulled on some leather jeans, my harness and boots, and tweaked out my tits so they bounced – big muscle Daddy. 

 

I couldn’t be bothered to find the rest of his clothes though, so we ran out to the car, drove ten minutes and then walked pretty much butt naked into the club. A couple of guys groped him the queue, and a couple stuck a finger up his ass which he tried to respond to, but I yanked on his lead and pulled him off and into the club. Quite a few of the crowd were murmuring appreciatively about my tits too – and I like the compliment. 

 

“Thank fuck you’re here. Daniel, this is the slut you’re working with tonight. If he looks high it’s because he is. He probably has a limit somewhere but we haven’t found it yet”.

 

“Hi. So I’m going to go on to the stage and start getting my dick hard with the help of the audience” – who were very loudly getting restless – “and then you come on and act surprised when you find my cock. Suck it, I’ll mount you, and we’ll take it from there”

 

“I think I can do that. Can I get loosened up first? I hope your cock is massive Daniel”

 

“It is slut boy. That’s why I’m in porn”

 

Daniel walked onto stage to a chorus of cheers and whooping. My little slut was left with me for a moment. 

 

“I think I’d better be nice and open for him Daddy”

 

Daniel and the show couldn’t wait however, so I shoved the slut onto the stage; he began to do what all tweaked up cock hounds do when confronted with a giant cock – went to his knees and began to suck. 

 

I settled back to watch my slut perform – and what a performance he gave. Within a few minutes, Daniel had flipped him onto his back and drove his cock into him with the tiniest bit of spit. My boy howled with pleasure at the size of the cock penetrating him – it really was a cock built for porn. Slut was getting banged on his back, then riding him cowboy…

 

Tony came up beside me with a small bag of coke. 

 

“Want some? It’s been a hell of a day”

 

I never say no to a friend, but with one thing and another I’d been horny for hours and still hadn’t blown a load. And I was dressed the part, and in a sex club. 

 

“Tony, we can, but we need to have it in the usual way”

 

Tony grinned from ear to ear.

 

“Yes Sir!”

 

He knelt down and plastered his lips around my cock, sucking delicately and then harder until my cock was stiff and massive in his mouth. He pulled up for air and grabbed his baggy – spreading a thick line over my thick cock. He proceeded to snort the lot. I grabbed the baggy and snorted a thumb bump myself. I love feeling, but Tony wanted the bag back for another cock line. This time however, he wanted it fucked into him. I’m happy to oblige – as well as being a mate, Tony has a pretty muscled butt and I have enjoyed plowing it for many, many years. As we began to fuck, I turned to the stage. To my surprise and delight, my slut had got a guy up onto the stage from the audience and was using his massive dick to add to Daniel’s massive dick to ride them both cowboy as a DP. What a fantastic slut he is. I swear I could see the jizz from earlier running down the two top’s cocks. 

 

In the meantime, Tony has got down on all fours and I’m on top screwing harder and faster, feeling the urge to cum starting to well up inside me. Tony, being a rancid little cunt, snorts another line straight off the floor. This is disgusting – fuck only knows how much stale cum went up his nose with the coke – and I love nasty, so I get turned on enough to feel my balls beginning to pulse. I roar out loud and fill Tony up, just as it turns out my slut is getting filled up by both guys on the stage. Tony gets up to kiss me but I’m transfixed by my slut – he’s now making the stage guy eat his own cum back out of his butt. The audience went mental, hollering and whooping, my slut takes his bow, spreads his cheeks and Daniel and him come off the stage. Back to fucking for the audience.

 

Tony is busy slurping his butt juices off my cock and I feel another tongue joining him. Slut wants some too. I’m very happy with this arrangement but my kid is looking a little too sober for my liking. Daniel suddenly appears and puts an arm around my shoulders and tweaks my tits. 

 

“You look hot in that harness – you guys ever do porn together”

 

“Not yet. Why, you think we should?”

 

“Definitely. He’s a bit on the skinny side though, but you’d make a great top”

 

Something to think on I think, but in the meantime, my dick is starting to grow again as the boys ministrations start to take effect. 

 

“You ever use Daniel?”

 

He laughed.

 

“Only when it’s not a work night – and I’m off for the night now”

 

“Well, I have two boys on my dick and all three of us are slightly buzzing. Want to join us?”

 

“Back to my place?”

 

“Sure”

 

Tony we needed to part ways with as he had a club to run – I’ll fuck him again another time – but I’m in the mood for a bigger group.

 

“Daniel, we need another slut I think”

 

“There’s a couple waiting for me back home”

[MethSlut]

Four

 

We jump in the car, with Daniel taking the wheel, and to my surprise and delight we park about a block away from my apartment. Daniel hasn’t commented on the slut’s lack of clothing, but I do notice him admiring his cum-filled cunt, which is starting to leak down his legs again. 

 

We go upstairs to the penthouse – porn clearly pays better than I thought! – and Daniel turns to me and apologises

 

“I just remembered, my stash is running low. I’ll need to call my guy and see if he is around. Damn it!”

 

“I may be able to help you out here Dan. I have a tiny bit left at mine, and it’s only a block away. My slut knows where it is. Better give him something to cover his butt though”

 

Daniel went out to the next room and was back a moment later with the World’s Shortest Shorts – honestly, they made running shorts look like board shorts – and gave them to the slut to wear. The rode up and an ass cheek peeked out, but he was at least covered and h he does have a really, really pretty butt to peek out anyway. We sent him on his way to bring back my ‘small’ stash, and in the meantime, Dan and I started to talk about the kind of thing he was into. I had an idea from the porn I’d seen him in of course – TIM style sleazy bareback gangbangs etc – but it turned out that he was into a lot more. The guy enjoyed being a top, dominating sub boys and using his cock as a weapon to make them submit. He also got off on leather, rubber, and basically everything. When I asked him how high he liked to get he replied:

 

“High enough to feel like God, but not too high my dick doesn’t work. My boys, I like so high they can’t see straight”

 

His face split with an evil grin and it has to be said, mine did too. My dick was coming back to life and Daniel grabbed it and yanked. 

 

“Want something to keep it going?”

 

He reached to the side, pulled out a box of Viagra and Cialis pens. I hate the things, but they do work, so without much ado, we both yanked out our cocks and stuck in the pins, then gulped down a good dose of V on the back of that. Briefly wanking our dicks to get the juice in, we both started to sprout monster erections. By this time, it had been fifteen minutes and two things were occurring to me. Firstly, where the fuck were these two sluts Daniel said he had at his home? And Secondly, where the fuck was my slut. How fucking long does a one block walk take?

 

Daniel, who had been until this time wearing sneakers, jeans and a t-shirt all the time except when he was naked on stage, decided to duck out whilst we waited to ‘get into something more appropriate’. I asked if I needed to change from my harness, boots and leather combo, but he told me he liked the look and made me leave it on. He disappeared into a room next door and a few moments later I heard the unmistakeable sound of a paddle smacking an ass and muffled yelp. A few more minutes and Dan walked back in. My dick stiffened even more and began to leak a copious amount of precum. Dan looked like a God. He had a leather muscle harness on, emphasising his massive pecs, a bicep strap to emphasise his bulging biceps (not far off my own 19”), Chaps which left his spectacular ass framed and his monster cock sticking forwards, sagging under its own weight, and knee length boots. 

 

“I take it you like this then?” he asked, grabbing my leaking dick. I mean, I don’t bottom but fuck I’d be tempted by this man. Fortunately for me, before I had to answer, the door buzzer went. Finally, my slut arrived with the bag, but interestingly the shorts appeared to have vanished. 

 

“Slut, where are the shorts?”

 

“Sorry Boss, but there was a bored looking skinhead in the alley and he motioned me over and before I could resist I had a dick up me”

 

“That is a pathetic excuse, you dumb little whore”

 

“I know Sir”

 

Before I could stop him, Daniel took two menacing steps towards him. My slut whimpered at the sight of this adonis and before anyone could say or do anything the slut was on his knees, ready to worship the massive dick at his lips. 

 

“Where is the little bit of extra stash, slut? Did you forget that too whilst you were being plowing in an alleyway up against a wall?” asked Dan. 

 

“Sorry Sir! I was being plowed up against a dumpster, actually. It’s in the bag”

 

“You mean this duffel bag?”

 

“Yes Sir”

 

Dan looked a little confused, so I motioned him to open it. As I said, I am a dealer, so we had my full ‘small’ stash. Dan was gawping like a kid in a sweetshop and slut and I laughed out loud. It’s a fun trick to play on someone. I think Dan must have realised I’m not what I see at that point, but he was too polite to say anything. I told him

 

“Given how good you look, it’s on the house tonight. But where are the two other sluts you promised me?”

 

“BOYS! Get in here!” Dan yelled.

 

I looked to the door, and to my delight, two younger guys, maybe around 30 years old crawled into the room. The first had a shaved head, pierced eyebrows, ears and dick, and a collar and lead on – and nothing else. The other had a shaved head, pierced dick but not a pierced ear, and also had on a collar and lead. They both crawled into the room with their leads in their mouths. What struck me most was the size of them! I had been expecting younger guys, either lithe like slut or maybe athletically toned, but these two were just enormous blocks of bodybuilding muscle. The came to sit on their haunches, either side of Dan’s booted feet. He took their leads in his hands.

 

“So, these are my boys. I own them. We know the one with the pierced ear as number one, and the boy without the ear piercing as number two. They are not allowed names any longer and they will do whatever you would like them to do”

 

“They’re fucking huge Dan!”

 

“Yes. I’ve owned them both for nearly ten years now and I’ve been making sure they look like I want them to look. They take daily doses of various steroids and have since they were twenty; I control their food; I control their sex lives; I control their time in the gym. If they don’t workout hard, they’re beaten within an inch of their lives. So they tend to shatter their muscles there. I’m going to see how big I can get them. It’s shrunk their cocks, but quite frankly, mine, or my guests, are the only dicks that matter”

 

“So their massive balls?”

 

“Silicone. Their dicks and nuts have shrunk to nothing”

 

They looked astounding. Massive men – probably at least 48 chest, 20 arms, washboard abs, legs like tree trunks – with monster balls and almost no dicks – and with their leads on and staring worshipfully at Master Dan they looked desperate to serve.

 

“So Dan, do they party too? Or have any choice in the matter?”

 

“None. They both agreed to do this voluntarily and they can leave whenever they want. But my house rules for boys are simple. Do what you’re told or fuck off. I’m a God of a man – I know that, you can see it, and this whimpering little slut you brought in has had a ride on it already – so the slaves can either enjoy, beg or go. There are plenty more who’d take their place”

 

I was enthralled. Master Dan gave off a sexual energy which filled the room and I think all four of the other men in there could feel it. I was fighting an urge to sink to my knees but I am a Top and a Top only.

 

“They can call me Boss and you Master if that’s ok Dan?”

 

“I think so”

 

“So – shall we get partying?”

[Pnp-pig]

WOW great story, I cannot wait to read about the party and the porn they film!

 

more please more @MethSlut

[MethSlut]

Five

 

“I think that would be an excellent idea. I saw your ‘small’ stash. I think there’s a letter for everything in the alphabet in there, but my girl is always Tina. That ok?”

 

“Yeah I think so. Slut has had a bit tonight, but he likes getting completely wasted and taking as much nut as he can. So I think doses are dealer’s choice Dan”

 

Dan smiled at this and reached to his boy’s leads. He pulled them both out of their mouths, and handed me number one. 

 

“0.7 for him; the other is going to have 0.2 as he’s been bad”

 

Number two immediately began to whine. He didn’t actually open his mouth to beg but began to whine, paw the floor and then rolled over like a dog. Fucking nasty little bitch; I had to intervene.

 

“Slut, sit on his face. Two, if you can suck all of the cum out, I’ll speak to your Master for you”

 

Daniel smiled his approval at this thought. He knew how much spunk was in there- my four loads, the stranger’s, his own, the guy on the stage, the skinhead’s – so it was certainly a challenge. Slut braced himself over the upside-down boy who began lapping with amazing abandon. Soon, cum was free flowing out of the slut’s butthole, and over the mouth and down the chin of number two. Number one was obviously being turned on, as he was straining at his leash to try to lap some of the free flying cum up. I decided it was rig time. I whispered to Master Dan – “0.7 for them all. He’s done a good job with that sloppy cunt and I think 0.3 for me and you?”. He smiled and vanished to the kitchen.

 

Five minutes later, five rigs in hand, and a couple of tourniquets, he re-entered the room and said “Enough boys, sit!”

 

One and Two immediately sat upright on their haunches and grabbed their leads with their mouths. My slut looked confused, then turned on, then grabbed his lead too. He’s easily led. Pun intended.

 

“No slut, we need to see if Two got the cum out” said Dan. “Come here and sit on my dick”. Slut never, ever needs asking twice for that, and within a nanosecond he was balls deep on Daniel’s pole. Daniel almost immediately kicked him off, savagely, and said “Sit, slut!” Slut knew what to do, grabbing his lead with his mouth and going to sit by the boys. Dan checked his dick like an oil dipstick in a car – bone dry apart from slobber. 

 

“Well done number two. You can have the full 0.7 then”

 

This caused number two to start to wag, but I was getting impatient by now. I needed to feel the power that comes with the chemicals. I said to Dan

 

“So boys then us?”

 

“Yes, sorry. I need them to get rushing first or I tend to rush and go at them before they’ve had a moment to fly. Boys, present your arms!”

 

Clearly not a new idea for the two of them, one and two immediately presented both arms with the palm facing the ceiling, and the crook of the arm pointing upwards. My slut took one look at them and did the same. Master Daniel, his massive dick swinging in front of him, still rock hard from the Cialis and the Viagra, moved to my slut with a tourniquet, and threw another one at me along with two rigs. Clearly, we were to do each other’s cunts, which was a nice idea. I selected number one first and tied off his arm over a muscle – the tourniquet barely fit, I swear – and found his vein easily. I pulled the head of the alcohol pad open, and the room filled with that strange smell which to an addict is part-sex, part-hospital and mostly very horny as it’s just filled with the promise of what is to come and I swabbed his arm and inserted the pin. A quick flash into the rig which caused the boy to start to whimper with excitement, then a slam and a release of the tourniquet and boom – the cough came hard and loud. 

 

Meanwhile, slut had clearly had a successful slam as a huge cough came from his end of the line and the usual massive amount of verbal dribble was coming out of him:

 

“Fuck, yes, oh god YES, I’m not worthy, fuck me please, please, please oh I NEED a cock in me Daddy, sorry Master Daniel”

 

Master Daniel laughed and said:

 

“Is he like this every time?”

 

“Or worse. He’ll now screw every single man in the country if you let him”

 

“He needs to be taught some manners I think”

 

With that, he grabbed sluts lead and vanished off into the other room that he was in earlier, which I assumed to be the bedroom. Moments later we could hear an enormous cough – Daniel had hit his rush. I’d have loved to have seen it, but there was plenty of night to go.

 

In the lounge, number one was clearly rushing, pawing at his body and looking at me with wild and pleading eyes, pawing at his hole and grunting savage noises, but clearly Dan had trained them not to speak as he wasn’t saying anything. I pointed to my rig and said:

 

“Fetch. Good doggy”

 

Number one wagged his pretty muscular butt and went to get my rig off the table, whilst I tied off the arm of number two. Another muscle so large the tourniquet barely fit and another scent of alcohol and a swab, a popping vein and then the flash. The boy whimpered a little in anticipation as I plunged, and then the tourniquet was off, and the boy immediately began with the same groans, grunts, moans and pawing that number one did. Again, no vocalisation, which I thought either a little odd or strange. 

 

They were both shaking violently from a 0.7, so I decided to slam myself, finally – and I noted last one to get high.

 

“Number one, get me my duffel bag. Number two, tie off my arm and show me your cunt”.

 

One sprinted to get the bag, two tied off my arm – pleasing me to note that my arms were easily as big as theirs. My veins are good as I don’t slam a lot, so I swabbed off and dived in. Two had got on all fours and presented his ass to me by getting face down and pulling it open. One decided to give me a show by shoving his face into it and starting to tongue it out. What well trained boys!

 

I found the register, pulled and plunged. I snapped off the tourniquet, felt my breath go metallic and then let out the cough to end all coughs. Fucker had spiked me – this wasn’t 0.3, more like 0.5! I quickly checked my dick – still rock hard. Phew!

 

I dived off the sofa, booted number one hard to get him off the other slave and quickly mounted the still grunting number two. His capacious arse took my massive thick ten inches to the base without any lube other than the spit from number one’s ass eating and without him even screaming. Impressive! 

 

“Number one, stick your arse in two’s face whilst I fuck him. Number two, get him wet for me”

 

These two sluts didn’t need asking twice and number one crawled around to the front of number two and opened up his hole for two to begin to munch on whilst I continued to pound his hole hard. Tina always makes me into a slightly violent dominant bastard, so I leant over two so that my whole body was dominating his, even though he was bigger. No doubts over who was the boss now. 

 

“Boys, change over, but one I want you on your back”

 

The boys swapped places and one laid on his back with two squatting over his face and getting tongued out. I noted with interest that their cocks were locked in chastity and two’s device was bouncing up and down and bashing the chest of one. I decided to stabilise my ride so I could thrust deeper and harder, so I began to yank on the balls of both boys whilst thrusting savagely inside of number one. This caused both of them to utter moans of pleasure and their useless dicklets began to leak precum. Still no words, so I squeezed harder. The moans of pleasure turned to grimaces of pleasure/pain and I decided I enjoyed that even more. There’s a power trip in making a massive muscular man your bitch by pain. 

 

I didn’t want to cum yet and so we went to find Master Daniel. I grabbed the two bitches by the leads, and led them crawling on all fours to the door that my slut had gone behind.

[MethSlut]

Six

 

I first of all noticed my slut grunting away on his back, taking Daniel’s tremendously large cock to the balls each time. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, I noticed something else. This was not the bedroom I had supposed it to be. 

 

Slut was on his back in a sling, which was in the middle of the room. To the edge, we have a fuck bench that, even now number one was climbing on to, pawing at his hole and making pleading looks at me. Near that, a chair more akin to a throne. There’s a pair of manacles dangling from the ceiling attached to a rope which looks like it can raise or lower them. Along the walls, dildos, rubber gear, leather and fuck only knows what else. It looks like Daniel has bought a fucking leather store!

 

Moving number two over to Daniel, I threw him at his Master’s feet. He immediately began licking on his boot. Daniel likes this, clearly, as he smiled his wicked smile, yanked slut off the sling and shoved him onto the other boot. Slut grinned and began to slobber too. Who knew?

 

I reached around from behind Daniel and caressed his massive chest, yanked his tits (which got a nice little grunt) and whispered:

 

“You spiked me. Fucker. I’m rushing like a hog and I want to do unspeakable things to the slaves. I’m having to hold myself back”

 

He turned around (sending boys flying, but they rallied and dived back on his boots) grabbed open my ass and whispered back “Yeah, I did the same to me though, so we’re even”

 

I snogged Master Daniel passionately. I love it when guys can get one over on me, it doesn’t happen often and it deserves some respect. He mock-punched me in the chest and I yanked his tits in return. My cock was straining to have something on it again, so I got the only free boy over.

 

“Number one, suck me. Slut, get off the boots and get me something from my bag. Now”

 

Number one grinned with a wicked grin which was apropos of that of his Master, and slut said “Yes Boss” and ran out of the room to grab the goods. Number one smiled a sultry smile and slowly wandered over to me. This was strange; rushing boys usually, well, rush everywhere. He reached me, stared into my eyes, and keeping his gaze locked with mine, lowered himself downwards until the tips of his large, dick sucking lips were on the tip of my cock. He kissed it gently, which angered me a little, so I grabbed the back of his head and rammed his little cock sucking mouth over my dick and to the base. I exclaimed in shock

 

“He hasn’t got any teeth!”

 

Daniel, who had stopped having his boots licked and had a boy on his haunches next to him, laughed.

 

“No, he doesn’t. Nothing to do with me actually, he lost them after an accident riding a horse. He usually has to wear dentures and whilst we could get implants of course, he decided he didn’t want them as he thinks this makes him a better cocksucker.”

 

As if on cue, number two smiled, and I notice he had no teeth either.

 

“Again, not my doing. This was a motorbike accident and a wall. He’s lucky not to be dead, but once again, my boys know they exist for my pleasure and he doesn’t want them back either. It’s a decision I leave to them, but they make it clear. I suggest you enjoy the sensation”

 

Slightly shocked, I sat back on the throne-like chair and beckoned number two over, motioning him to start sucking my balls whilst his compatriot sucked me off. My god what a feeling it was. Slut came back in at this point with some goods from the bag. 

 

I took the bag of coke and another of tina from my slut

 

“What is that for?”

 

“Coke is for me – and you if you would like – as it turns me aggressive and I think all three of these boys need, like and want pain. The tina is for the boys. All three of them can still see straight, so clearly need more. My slut never seems to have too much”

 

I dipped a finger into the back and fished out a medium sized shard. I held my arm out, and balanced the crystal on the end of a finger. Seeing this, my slut came over, opened his arse for me and sat down on my finger, riding it up and down to push in the crystal. Whilst he was doing that, slut began to tweak his tits and lets his floppy little tina dick bounce up and down. Daniel growled at this show clearly enjoying himself and so I pushed the slut onto all fours, kicked off the cocksuckers, and I tipped two fat lines of pre-powdered coke out onto my boy’s butt. I pulled two straws out of the bag and handed Master Dan one and in unison we snorted the lines off the boy. 

 

“Fuck me boss, that is good stuff!” exclaimed Daniel. The bump went straight to my brain and in this time, the crystal had melted into the slut who was moaning and trying to ride our fingers. Or anything. At all. 

 

“Screw him together?”

 

“Nice, but I want my boys to try a crystal booty first. They’ve never done it”

 

I’m sceptical. That’s what you think, I think to myself, but play along. 

 

“Slut, these two need a crystal in their cunts. Buried as deep as you can. One present your cunt to the slut; two present your cunt to one”

 

I pulled a crystal from the baggy and in a move which I think surprised Master Dan, slut put out his tongue and I placed the crystal right on the end. Slut immediately began to push the crystal into one’s hole with his tongue and when it was melting away, he began to eat out the taste of cock from his cunt. One got the idea, and presented his tongue and duly pushed in the crystal when it was placed on his tongue. It seemed very easy, but all three boys are utter cockwhores and there isn’t a lot of resistance to be had here. 

 

Master Dan was beyond turned on by this. He pulled the coke back out, powdered his dick and told me to snort a line off his cock, which I did. I did the same back to him, and once he’d finished snorting lines off my dick, our boys were flying high again. 

 

Dan took one and slut off to one side and made slut start eating his ass whilst one sucked on his dick. I took two off to the fuck bench and began to fuck him and slap his ass as hard as I could. Every smack reverberated around the room – it had a strange echo as if the room was sound deadened – and soon I heard the reciprocal sound of my slaps being followed by one of Dans. Each time I hit his boy harder, he smacked number one harder. I knew two was getting off on it, because he kept pushing his cunt back trying to make the next blow come faster. Grunting, slapping and fucking filled the room and soon my slut was presenting his ass for a beating too. I then had to fuck one, smack two and listen for the smacks of the third. I was getting too turned on. I began to feel my balls contract and soon I was shooting rope after rope into number two. I heard the cry from slut and as my cock came out he immediately began to tongue the cum out of number two. 

 

I moved over to number one but as I did so, Master Dan also uttered that cry we all love – that of unreleased pleasure. He’d cum in his boy, who immediately jumped off and began to clean Master Dan’s dick. I put my arm around Dan’s shoulders and tweaked his tits gently, and we kissed whilst one cleaned my cock too. 

[themiraclebox]

This is so good…. Please continue…. They need a massive gangbahg or orgy

[MethSlut]

Seven

 

There was a knock on the front door. Dan looked around and said he wasn’t expecting anyone; he pulled on a robe which covered his harness and slouchies to cover the rest and strap down his monster dick and he went to answer. 

 

The rest of us became as quiet as we could – hard when there are three rushing bitches which need using badly – so I made one eat two’s ass, two eat one’s ass and slut eat mine. Three mouths prevented from whimpering. Fuck though my slut has a pro tongue on him and it was nearly me moaning and letting the game away. 

 

I couldn’t quite hear what Dan was saying, but it sounded slightly strained. The door buzzer hadn’t gone, so it was clearly a neighbour, but I heard two voices uttering the words ‘noise complaint’ and ‘need to keep it down’ and ‘it’s one am’. Clearly we’d been noisy which is kind of the prerogative of sex but I suppose people do need to sleep so it’s kind of reasonable. I heard Dan reply something mumbled but the word ‘officers’ came through. It wasn’t a neighbour at all, but the cops!

 

I was sure Dan would mouth some platitudes and get rid of them but then I heard the first cop say ‘would you like to explain the contents of this bag?’, clearly referring to my duffel which was open and on the sofa. Oh FUCK. Dan was clearly giving it some flannel and trying to get out of jail free (literally!) but floundering somewhat. I heard “It’s the end of a long shift Sir, and this is going to be a lot of paperwork”. Dan was floundering but I know what I heard. In my line of work, you learn to spot a bent copper. 

 

I stood up and I told all three boys to “SIT!” so they all went back on their haunches. I told slut “Protocol three” and he knew what to do and began to whisper the explanation to the other two. I made sure my dick was hard, massive and showing, my tits tweaked and looking huge in the harness, my boots shiny and I walked into the lounge to help Dan. 

 

Dan stopped dead at the sight of me wandering in. 

 

“What the fuck are you doing, you IDIOT” he hissed at me. 

 

“Saving your ass from jail. Officers, you will both know of me and probably recognise my bag. Good evening to you both. Take a seat”

 

Everyone sat, except Dan who was kind of behind a little on this turn of events. 

 

“Dan, sit down. Officers, I heard it has been a long day. You don’t need the hassle of an arrest and I don’t need it either quite frankly. What do we need to do to make this issue go away?”

 

“You can’t bribe the cops” Dan hissed at me, still stood up. Oh dear, Master Dan, how wrong you are.

 

“Two hundred each” said the first cop. A nice-looking Hispanic guy, probably around 35. Always hard to tell the body under the uniform but there was no bulging belly and he had very dark, piercing eyes. Nice bulge in the front as well.

 

“You always start too low Roddie” complained the second cop. An even nicer looking younger cop, black smooth skin and ebony eyes. Again, no beer gut and a nice firm ass in his trousers. 

 

“Shut up Shawn” said Roddie. “There’s more to this and you’ll like it better I promise you. There’s plenty of time for kickbacks”

 

“OK officers, two hundred. I’m reading that there is something else here that you want; out with it” I said. 

 

“First, I want to know the guy with the robe doesn’t have a weapon. Strip please Sir”. Roddie, the older cop, rolled his eyes, but didn’t contradict his younger counterpart. 

 

“Daniel, strip off that ridiculous outfit please” I asked. 

 

Daniel looked at me with a degree of awe. He’d gone from being jailbait to being a sex object again in about two minutes. He shrugged off the slouchies first, causing his robe to tent as his cock (still massive, still rock hard) hung forwards under its own weight. And then the robe came off, revealing the massive man, huge arms, harness, chaps, muscular butt to die for and monster tool. He finally sat down next to me; two monster men on the sofa for the two cops to get a look at. 

 

“I’m taking it from the drooling gents that you’re both gay?” I asked the cops. They both nodded. “And so the extra thing at the end of the hard shift…”

 

“What all gay men want Boss” said the Roddie. “A pin, a bit of something to fuck or something to ride hard, and no thoughts of crimes that we’re not involved in until tomorrow!”

 

“I think there we are in accord gents. How much?”

 

“0.5 for me or my dick goes” said Roddie “but he’ll take whatever you have. Shawn’s a slut for monster dick. Loves mine, don’t you bitch boy”

 

“Yes Offic… I mean Sir”

 

Clearly, these two spent some time with each other in uniform both on and off the job. A nice addition to our party. 

 

“Daniel, what do you think?”

 

Master Daniel had returned to us. He stood up menacingly, walked over to the younger copper, smacked him around the face with his cock and pulled him by his hair to kneel in front of him.

 

“Scaring the shit out of gay guys turn you on fucker? I’m gonna make you regret the day you were born”

 

“Come through Roddie, let’s leave these two to get acquainted”

 

Roddie grunted and stood up to follow me. I noticed the monster bulge in his crotch growing with the harsh treatment of his junior colleague. Or junior bitch. I asked:

 

“So, when you’re not taking bribes from drug barons, are you two seeing each other?”

 

“Fuck no, he’s just a useful hole. It’s a pretty sweet ass. I prefer guys who are far more muscular than that to be honest”

 

“I may have something of a treat for you then officer Roddie” I purred, walking him through the door into the dimly lit room, which stank of drugs and sex. My three boys were ready in position, sat on their haunches and with a marker pen name on each – Slut, One, Two. When they saw us enter the room, they each picked up a crystal off the floor in front of them and rode their own fingers inserting it deep, and then immediately followed that act by begging to be used by asking and by mobbing the officer and licking his boots (and, I noted, my poor slut, without a boot of his own, went for licking the cuffs). When talking doesn’t work that well, protocol three always does the trick. 

 

“Slut, go and assist Daniel. We need a 0.5 and another 0.7 drawing up; and some more coke for Daniel and I. I also fancy a smoke, so get the pipe.”

 

“Yes Sir!” said my slut, and sprang away, pausing briefly to show off his cummy butt to Roddie.

 

“Is he always this much of a cunt?”

 

“Yes. Day and fucking night. You should see him rush, he’d screw fruit”

 

“And these two?”

 

“They’re Daniel’s. Boys, the officer has had a hard day. Strip him”

 

The two boys immediately stood up, flexed a little to stretch which made Roddie’s cock twitch, and began to pull the uniform off the cop. It’s a nice uniform – there’s a reason we always have a cop stripper at a party. However, I was a little surprised to see the glint of metal in his tits, and at the end of his dick. One saw it too and began to whimper. This appeared to bring out a mean streak in Roddie

 

“Drug fucked cunt number one, chew on my right tit. That’s it, nice. Drug fucked cunt number two, do the other one. No harder. Harder!” He smacked to boy hard around the head, knocking him to the floor.

 

I booted him in the stomach.

 

“Do a good job number two or you won’t get more tina”

 

Two whimpered in a terrified and worried way, petrified he’d be sober, and sprang back up to chew on the officer’s tits. 

 

Slut returned, handed me the rigs, then asked permission to help Daniel, which I granted. He grinned then ran back to the other room. 

 

“So, Officer, how do you like to do this”

 

“I think I like sitting in this throne, getting the slam and then watching these two muscular little fuckers putting on a floor show for me. Get them high too”

 

The pigs needed no asking, and number one ran out of the room to draw up two more pins. A moment later, he was back. 

 

“Dose?”

 

“0.3 Sir”

 

“Pussy Dose – why so low?” Roddie turned to me

 

“We gave them 0.7 and two bumps not that long ago…”

 

“Ah I see. Let me get high and then I want to see you slam each other boys”

 

I tied off his arm. It was the first time I saw Officer Roddie half naked – the sluts didn’t get his trousers off before they had to chew his tits. He was built a lot like me, big arms, big chest and an intriguing looking 8 inches in his trousers. I swabbed, got the smell of the alcohol which began to make my dick stiffen again, found the register and slammed. Tourniquet off and three second later, a sonic cough. 

 

“FUCK me that’s good stuff. Right boys, slam each other and get a show on for me. Now!”

 

Roddie grabs my arms and I lean over him and begin to tweak on his tits with my dick thrusting up hard against his shoulders. He makes lovely little pig grunting noises when he’s having his tits played with high and One and Two don’t need asking twice. They sit opposite each other, legs hooked around each other’s butts cross their arms over the front of their torsos – causing their biceps and chests to flex I noted - and each tie off the other. They swab and find veins easily and register the flash. They, as one, turn to the officer who is rushing like a cunt at this point and wanking his dick like he wanted to pull it off his body, pull out their needles, wink in unison and swap them over! They then proceed to jab again, but this time registering to mix their blood and slam each other with the other’s blood. A mountain of coughing ensues. 

 

“You dirty little fucking CUNTS” Screams Roddie, who has clearly shot into orbit with that slam. “Fuck each other with your fingers and tongues. Get those muscles working for me”

 

The boys stand up, turn away and flex their backs, then turn back and flex chests. Number one gets down on his front in a press-up position and begins to do press ups, licking first one of Roddie’s boots and then then other. Number Two flexes his biceps and each time one comes up starts shoving his fingers into the butt of number one. We’re at four fingers when they change places, but I can’t contain myself any more. With a low growl, I search for my pipe. Slut has forgotten to bring it to me. 

 

I head into the lounge and find Daniel in the process of slamming off Shawn, whilst my slut sucks off Daniel. I see the pipe on the table – full packed and not in my hand – with the lighter next to it. I smoke up and start with a big cloud I shotgun into Daniel who motions for me to watch.

 

I watch him shoot the juice into Shawn. The little bitch suddenly coughs and his eyes go wild. He beings to strip – not sensuously, but like his clothes are on fire – and then eyes Daniel’s cock up hungrily. I hand the pipe to Daniel, who smokes up another bowl and this time shotguns into Shawn, who is by now bucking like a man possessed and pawing at his cunt, making gestures and pointing and downright begging to get Daniel’s cock in him. 

 

“Get on the sofa, face away from me, butt sticking out. You too Slut”

 

Both boys leap onto the couch but it occurs to me that we’re all flying and my poor little slut has been left out. I wander into the kitchen and draw him a 0.3; when I walk back into the living room, Daniel is rewarding the boy who begs better with a ten second fuck and then makes them beg again. 

 

I don’t need to tie off, I can see the vein and the alcohol pad, so I slam up my little slut and he coughs and also gets wild eyed. Both boys are now on the sofa, facing away with their cute little butts sticking out, so Daniel and I decide to do them both, side by side on the sofa. Dan is clearly rushing a little from the smoke, so I grab the pipe and start puffing away to the rhythm of my thrusts – suck on the pipe when I’m out, fuck a bit whilst I’m blowing the clouds. I hand the pipe to Dan, and he does the same, but then he begins to lean sideways and start to shotgun me. Our boys, clearly turned on by their bosses kissing passionately behind them, smoke curling around their heads, lean in and start kissing each other too. 

 

We’re fucking then hard like this for many minutes but I’m going to cum far too soon if I keep this up, so I beg off and begin to wander through to the other room again, just in time for me to see Shawn start fucking my slut, and at the same time Shawn is still being mounted like a dog by Daniel. A nice little fuck train.

 

I stand transfixed at site of the cute young cop and my slut together, with big scary Master Dan the porn star hammering them from behind. It’s a nice image, and horny that I am, I’m beginning to wank again. No, I’m going to head through – this isn’t helping me not to cum!

 

I enter the dungeon and nearly blow my load without touching my dick. Roddie is clearly still rushing like a man possessed, and I find him still in his cop trousers and boots, dick out and hard but instead of finding a boy riding the cock as I was expecting, he is now lying on his back on the floor with two arms extended, bent at the elbows and fists balled up. On top of those fists are number one and number two, both pleasuring themselves quite frankly furiously on the bent arms of the bent cop. Massive grunts are coming from the two pig boys as they get fisted hard and furiously by the cop, lube flying everywhere and with it there is a seemingly never ending diatribe of filth coming from Roddie’s mouth.

 

“Fuck yes pigs, deeper, make your holes nice and sloppy for Daddy’s dick, lets see if we can’t get two dicks and a few toys in at the same time, fucking muscular prick teasing bitches…”

 

And so on. Every time he mentioned their muscles, the boys stop their arm riding and flex a little for him. They turn around and start riding the other way around so that they’re facing the cop now, and so that he can see them flexing their massive chests and arms more clearly. They’re making out as well ever so often, sometimes sticking a finger into their sloppy cunt holes and feeding it to the other. Roddie is clearly enjoying it, his dick is solid as a rock. 

 

I wander over, and with my (also very hard) dick I start getting the boys to cock worship me. They’re sucking my shaft and my balls deep and hard, and I realise I’ve left the fucking pipe with Dan again. But I spy my baggie of coke next to the head of Roddie and motion to both boys to stop.

 

Annoyed, Roddie turns to me and about to complain, notices two things happening simultaneously. Firstly, there is a bag of coke in my hand and secondly, the door has opened and his clearly very high younger cop and my slut are led in (one of them on a lead), one by his handcuffs. Dan takes charge of the scene.

 

“Boys, sit!”

 

The three boys sit in their position, leads in mouths, the two muscle sluts still with an arm up their cunts. I think my slut notices this, so he moves to a sitting position with the cop’s hard dick up his cunt. The little cop doesn’t know how to join in and he’s about to ask for a lead, but Dan puts a finger to his lips. Instead, he decides to get him into the sling, and handcuff him there using Roddie’s cuffs on one hand, his own on the other, and tying his booted feet into the stirrups with the straps on the sling. He has a hot little butt and I’m thinking of beginning my hand at plowing him, but Dan stops me.

 

“No. I think we need to fight for the right to fuck this one, he’s too pretty and it’s too much of a story to tell”

 

Fight? What, like head out and slug it out? I notice the party start on Roddie again whilst we have this discussion with the two muscle sluts now riding his arms and my slut riding his cock with wild abandon. Roddie is clearly having the time of his life, especially as number one and two keep grabbing the shoulders of slut and ‘forcing’ him to take the cock balls deep. Shawn is increasingly whimpering and clearly wanting some dick in him, as he's now trying to point to his cunt, which is hard given he’s tied down, but it’s making the sling rattle and so to placate him a little I start fingering his cunt. No lube, but I think there’s enough for me to get away with a finger or two. Or, as it turns out, five – slack arsed cunt clearly enjoys Master Roddie’s arm up his arse as well as his dick. Dan needs to speak loudly to be heard over the racket four pig boy are making with their grunts and begs and moans whilst they’re fisted and fucked in the room. 

 

“No, not actually fight, a contest of some kind. Each of us should pick a boy – one, two or slut. On his arse, we make two nice fat lines of coke and snort. Fastest to clear the lines gets to fuck Shawn first.”

 

We decided this sounded like a good fight, so the boys were kicked off Roddie, all of whom made a very satisfactory grunt when the boot hit their balls whilst I yanked out my arm from Shawn (“No Daddy, please!”) and the three cunts were made to bend over with their pretty asses in the air, lines were drawn and declared to be of equal length. Straws were handed around to the three tops. 

 

“On go. Ready, steady, GO!”

 

A massively loud sound of snorting filled the air, but it was clear who the winner was, by a mile. Roddie gets first go at the boy in the sling. 

 

“Hah, losers. I’m gonna breed my cunt”

 

Gracious losers, all six of us spread around him in a circle and watched the big man begin to screw the little one, the coke high clearly hitting him and making him verbal and mean. He would thrust and thrust, ignoring the grunts of pleasure coming from the boy, stopping only to smack him around the face or punch his balls. The little pig in the sling was loving that. Every time he got his balls struck, he threatened to blow his load. It never happened – his dick wasn’t even hard.

 

With a roar of satisfaction, Roddie’s balls tightened and he pumped his bare load deep into his boy. My slut was on his knees in a nanosecond and crawling over to Roddie to make sure that his dick was nice and clean. It’s always good to keep guests entertained – what a good slut. In the meantime, One had taken it upon himself to suck all of the cum out of the cunt of the little black cop in the sling, and he was about to swallow when Master Dan instructed his two boys to begin kissing the cum between each other, with slut catching any drips off the floor. 

 

It clearly got Dan going, as he stepped up for sloppy seconds. Master Daniel was passionate, aggressive and almost deranged with anger at the cop in the sling, swearing at him, calling him a dumb cunt and disgrace to the law, punching him in the balls and chest and at one point even pulling out, biting the cops nuts to make him yell out loud and then plunging his dick back in. In no time at all another roar joined the first and Dan’s colossal tool also shot into the boy. This time, it was slut sucking out the cum and kissing it with one, with two cleaning Dan’s dick. 

 

My turn; this wasn’t going to go down as world’s longest fuck as I’d been wanking over the two big men dominating the little bitch but then I had an idea. Instead of wanking and watching, or fucking – why not do both? I walked up to number one and said “Spit”. Number one spat into my hands, a combination of meth spit and cum. I did the same with number two and again with my slut. I then went back to the little cop who was now whimpering with fear at what was about to come. I decided I did not want to be kind – coke does that to me – so I balled up my cum and spit covered fist and punched it into him. Fortunately, a bit of a fisting and two big cocks fucking him and he was already loose so the fist went in easily. 

 

“Slut, get my dick wet”

 

My slut crawled over and put his mouth over my cock, but then I decided I wanted to have the no-teeth sensation of the others. I kicked slut off, and got one, then two to suck away until it was hard as a rock. I got the spit covered cock and inserted it – well, rammed it anyway – next to my hand in Shawn’s cunt, and began the beautiful process of wanking myself off. Inside him. I was beyond turned on and so it was a matter of mere minutes, with a few roundhouse punches to his head with my free hand before I shot my load deep into him to mix with the other three.

 

The boys were all whimpering for their own loads to be shot as well at this point, pawing at their cunts, and in the case of numbers one and two, fisting themselves a bit as well. Dan saw this and kicked them both in the chest.

 

“Behave. We have guests to entertain, and the real men have just cum. You little cunts can wait”

 

Spent, we detached Shawn and the seven of us returned to the lounge, still wired but needing a break.

[foryouruse]

On 4/25/2025 at 11:04 AM, MethSlut said:

Five

 

“I think that would be an excellent idea. I saw your ‘small’ stash. I think there’s a letter for everything in the alphabet in there, but my girl is always Tina. That ok?”

 

“Yeah I think so. Slut has had a bit tonight, but he likes getting completely wasted and taking as much nut as he can. So I think doses are dealer’s choice Dan”

 

Dan smiled at this and reached to his boy’s leads. He pulled them both out of their mouths, and handed me number one. 

 

“0.7 for him; the other is going to have 0.2 as he’s been bad”

 

Number two immediately began to whine. He didn’t actually open his mouth to beg but began to whine, paw the floor and then rolled over like a dog. Fucking nasty little bitch; I had to intervene.

 

“Slut, sit on his face. Two, if you can suck all of the cum out, I’ll speak to your Master for you”

 

Daniel smiled his approval at this thought. He knew how much spunk was in there- my four loads, the stranger’s, his own, the guy on the stage, the skinhead’s – so it was certainly a challenge. Slut braced himself over the upside-down boy who began lapping with amazing abandon. Soon, cum was free flowing out of the slut’s butthole, and over the mouth and down the chin of number two. Number one was obviously being turned on, as he was straining at his leash to try to lap some of the free flying cum up. I decided it was rig time. I whispered to Master Dan – “0.7 for them all. He’s done a good job with that sloppy cunt and I think 0.3 for me and you?”. He smiled and vanished to the kitchen.

 

Five minutes later, five rigs in hand, and a couple of tourniquets, he re-entered the room and said “Enough boys, sit!”

 

One and Two immediately sat upright on their haunches and grabbed their leads with their mouths. My slut looked confused, then turned on, then grabbed his lead too. He’s easily led. Pun intended.

 

“No slut, we need to see if Two got the cum out” said Dan. “Come here and sit on my dick”. Slut never, ever needs asking twice for that, and within a nanosecond he was balls deep on Daniel’s pole. Daniel almost immediately kicked him off, savagely, and said “Sit, slut!” Slut knew what to do, grabbing his lead with his mouth and going to sit by the boys. Dan checked his dick like an oil dipstick in a car – bone dry apart from slobber. 

 

“Well done number two. You can have the full 0.7 then”

 

This caused number two to start to wag, but I was getting impatient by now. I needed to feel the power that comes with the chemicals. I said to Dan

 

“So boys then us?”

 

“Yes, sorry. I need them to get rushing first or I tend to rush and go at them before they’ve had a moment to fly. Boys, present your arms!”

 

Clearly not a new idea for the two of them, one and two immediately presented both arms with the palm facing the ceiling, and the crook of the arm pointing upwards. My slut took one look at them and did the same. Master Daniel, his massive dick swinging in front of him, still rock hard from the Cialis and the Viagra, moved to my slut with a tourniquet, and threw another one at me along with two rigs. Clearly, we were to do each other’s cunts, which was a nice idea. I selected number one first and tied off his arm over a muscle – the tourniquet barely fit, I swear – and found his vein easily. I pulled the head of the alcohol pad open, and the room filled with that strange smell which to an addict is part-sex, part-hospital and mostly very horny as it’s just filled with the promise of what is to come and I swabbed his arm and inserted the pin. A quick flash into the rig which caused the boy to start to whimper with excitement, then a slam and a release of the tourniquet and boom – the cough came hard and loud. 

 

Meanwhile, slut had clearly had a successful slam as a huge cough came from his end of the line and the usual massive amount of verbal dribble was coming out of him:

 

“Fuck, yes, oh god YES, I’m not worthy, fuck me please, please, please oh I NEED a cock in me Daddy, sorry Master Daniel”

 

Master Daniel laughed and said:

 

“Is he like this every time?”

 

“Or worse. He’ll now screw every single man in the country if you let him”

 

“He needs to be taught some manners I think”

 

With that, he grabbed sluts lead and vanished off into the other room that he was in earlier, which I assumed to be the bedroom. Moments later we could hear an enormous cough – Daniel had hit his rush. I’d have loved to have seen it, but there was plenty of night to go.

 

In the lounge, number one was clearly rushing, pawing at his body and looking at me with wild and pleading eyes, pawing at his hole and grunting savage noises, but clearly Dan had trained them not to speak as he wasn’t saying anything. I pointed to my rig and said:

 

“Fetch. Good doggy”

 

Number one wagged his pretty muscular butt and went to get my rig off the table, whilst I tied off the arm of number two. Another muscle so large the tourniquet barely fit and another scent of alcohol and a swab, a popping vein and then the flash. The boy whimpered a little in anticipation as I plunged, and then the tourniquet was off, and the boy immediately began with the same groans, grunts, moans and pawing that number one did. Again, no vocalisation, which I thought either a little odd or strange. 

 

They were both shaking violently from a 0.7, so I decided to slam myself, finally – and I noted last one to get high.

 

“Number one, get me my duffel bag. Number two, tie off my arm and show me your cunt”.

 

One sprinted to get the bag, two tied off my arm – pleasing me to note that my arms were easily as big as theirs. My veins are good as I don’t slam a lot, so I swabbed off and dived in. Two had got on all fours and presented his ass to me by getting face down and pulling it open. One decided to give me a show by shoving his face into it and starting to tongue it out. What well trained boys!

 

I found the register, pulled and plunged. I snapped off the tourniquet, felt my breath go metallic and then let out the cough to end all coughs. Fucker had spiked me – this wasn’t 0.3, more like 0.5! I quickly checked my dick – still rock hard. Phew!

 

I dived off the sofa, booted number one hard to get him off the other slave and quickly mounted the still grunting number two. His capacious arse took my massive thick ten inches to the base without any lube other than the spit from number one’s ass eating and without him even screaming. Impressive! 

 

“Number one, stick your arse in two’s face whilst I fuck him. Number two, get him wet for me”

 

These two sluts didn’t need asking twice and number one crawled around to the front of number two and opened up his hole for two to begin to munch on whilst I continued to pound his hole hard. Tina always makes me into a slightly violent dominant bastard, so I leant over two so that my whole body was dominating his, even though he was bigger. No doubts over who was the boss now. 

 

“Boys, change over, but one I want you on your back”

 

The boys swapped places and one laid on his back with two squatting over his face and getting tongued out. I noted with interest that their cocks were locked in chastity and two’s device was bouncing up and down and bashing the chest of one. I decided to stabilise my ride so I could thrust deeper and harder, so I began to yank on the balls of both boys whilst thrusting savagely inside of number one. This caused both of them to utter moans of pleasure and their useless dicklets began to leak precum. Still no words, so I squeezed harder. The moans of pleasure turned to grimaces of pleasure/pain and I decided I enjoyed that even more. There’s a power trip in making a massive muscular man your bitch by pain. 

 

I didn’t want to cum yet and so we went to find Master Daniel. I grabbed the two bitches by the leads, and led them crawling on all fours to the door that my slut had gone behind.

OH MY GOD