How I got the gift as a anon cumdump

[BBdutchass]

"Damn, that's cold," I muttered to myself, the last of the lukewarm water from the showerhead trickling down my body as I stepped out onto the slightly sticky motel floor. I'd chosen the cheapest room available, a decision that seemed smarter in theory than in practice. The bathroom light flickered as I toweled off, the dull buzz of a neon sign outside casting a sickly glow through the frosted glass window. The chill in the air made my skin pebble with goosebumps as I padded over to the sink, the cheap, thin fabric of the towel doing little to shield me from the cold.

My heart raced as I caught a glimpse of the plastic chastity cage and the blindfold laid out neatly on the stained counter. The anticipation had been building for weeks, ever since I first stumbled upon the online forum that had introduced me to the world of blindfolded bareback encounters. It was a world of anonymity and raw, unbridled lust that I hadn't known existed. And now, it was going to be my world for the next few hours.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up the chastity cage, feeling the cool plastic in my trembling hands. The room was eerily silent, save for the distant murmur of traffic and the occasional car door slamming shut. My eyes met my own reflection in the mirror, my pupils dilated with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Carefully, I positioned the device around my genitals, feeling the coldness of the plastic against my skin. The instructions were simple: align the cage, and snap it shut. But the reality was a bit more... intimate than I had imagined.

My cock, already semi-erect from the anticipation, protested slightly as I pushed it down into the small opening. The plastic cage was snug, almost too snug, but it was designed to keep me in a perpetual state of arousal without release. I felt the cage enclose my balls, and then the base of my shaft, leaving just enough room for them to hang free. The lock clicked into place with a finality that sent a thrill up my spine. It was done. I was now ready to be a blindfolded cumdump, my fate sealed for the evening.

Checking the time, I realized it was only late afternoon, with hours to go before the real fun began. I'd placed the ads just an hour ago, and already my phone buzzed with messages. The screen lit up with eager responses from anonymous men, all eager to take advantage of my offer. The words "anon cumdump ready to be used" and "waiting on all fours to be filled with cum" had done their job, attracting those who shared my peculiar craving for this kind of encounter. I skimmed through the messages, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. Each one was more graphic and demanding than the last, leaving me feeling both vulnerable and incredibly turned on.

The first few to respond were those looking to drop by just after work, eager to release their pent-up frustrations before heading home to their unsuspecting wives and girlfriends. Their messages were filled with crude language and explicit details, painting a vivid picture of what they had planned for me. I felt a mix of excitement and dread, knowing that I'd be at the mercy of these strangers all night long. Then, a familiar name popped up on my screen: "DominantDaddy69." It was him, the man from the online forum who had encouraged me to take this step. His messages were different, a blend of reassurance and dark allure that had first piqued my interest in this lifestyle.

He had asked last week if he could be the first to use me as an anon cumdump. I had agreed, feeling a strange thrill at the thought of being claimed by someone with such experience. His instructions had been clear: no lubricant for my ass, as he liked it dry and tight, claiming it would only enhance the sensation for both of us. I had complied, his words echoing in my mind as I laid the towel aside and bent over the bed. The mattress dipped slightly, and I could feel the coolness of the sheets against my bare skin. The plastic cage pressed into my body, a constant reminder of what was to come.

My phone vibrated again with a new message from DominantDaddy69: "Room number slut. I'll be there in 5. Make sure you're ready for me." My stomach flipped with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The reality of what I was about to do was sinking in, but I was too far gone to turn back. I sent him the room number, my hands shaking as I typed.

Moving quickly, I placed the towel at the base of the door to keep it from shutting completely. It was a simple yet effective way to signal that I was ready for the onslaught of anonymous men I had invited into my motel room. I padded back over to the bed, the floor sticking slightly to my wet feet, and positioned myself on all fours, my ass in the air. The chastity cage pressed into my pelvis, the plastic cold against my skin.

With trembling hands, I picked up the blindfold and secured it over my eyes, plunging the room into darkness. The faint smell of leather filled my nostrils, and the fabric felt surprisingly soft against my skin. I took a deep breath and squeezed the small bottle of poppers, feeling the rush of chemical warmth in my nose and chest. The room spun slightly, and I waited, my heart pounding in my ears.

The sound of footsteps grew louder outside, each step a staccato beat that matched the rhythm of my racing pulse. The door handle jiggled, and the door creaked open. The scent of cologne and the coolness of the evening air washed over me as the figure entered the room. I could hear the rustle of clothing and the soft thud of a bag being set down. The tension was palpable, like a live wire coiled tightly in the space between us.

"Hello, slut," a deep, unfamiliar voice rumbled, sending a shiver down my spine. It was him, DominantDaddy69. I could feel his presence, the way the air thickened with his dominance as he circled the bed. His footsteps were deliberate, measured, like a predator sizing up its prey. My skin tingled as his hand brushed against my ass, his touch firm and possessive. I quivered in anticipation, the poppers adding a thrilling edge to my senses.

His finger probed my hole briefly, a gentle yet insistent intrusion that made me gasp. "Good, you followed my instructions. I like it nice and tight," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. The words sent a wave of wetness between my legs, the chastity cage doing little to contain my growing arousal. The plastic felt slick with pre-cum as it pressed against my prostate, a constant reminder of my newfound role.

DominantDaddy69 moved around the bed to my head, the mattress dipping with his weight as he settled beside me. The scent of his body washed over me, a heady mix of sweat, precum, and a faint hint of dried piss. It was intoxicating, a potent aroma that spoke of raw masculinity and power. His hand reached out again, his calloused fingers tracing the outline of my chastity cage with a smirk. "Look at you, all locked up and ready to serve. You really do look like the cheap cumdump I knew you'd make," he said, his voice thick with amusement.

With a firm grip, he guided his semi-hard cock to my mouth. The scent of his arousal was overwhelming, filling my nostrils and making my mouth water. Without hesitation, I parted my lips and took him in, the taste of his precum coating my tongue. He groaned in approval, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to my caged cock. The plastic was slick with my own juices now, my body betraying my excitement despite my nerves. His girth was surprising, and I struggled to take him all in without gagging, but the poppers made everything feel so much more intense. Each time his cock hit the back of my throat, I felt a rush of pleasure-pain that only served to make me more eager for what was to come.

As I worked his shaft with my mouth, his hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling me closer, controlling the rhythm. His hips began to buck, and I could feel him growing harder with each stroke. The head of his cock brushed against the back of my throat, and I could sense his excitement building. I moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body, and he responded with a grunt of approval. His fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me faster, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The room was filled with the sound of wet, sloppy sucking noises and the occasional slap of skin on skin.

Finally, he pulled away, his cock slick with saliva. "You're eager, aren't you?" he chuckled. "But we're not there yet." He stood up, his footsteps heavy on the sticky motel floor. I waited, blindfolded and exposed, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. The bed dipped as he climbed on behind me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress. I took two good sniffs of poppers, the rush of warmth and euphoria washing over me. The world grew hazy around the edges, my senses heightened to a fever pitch.

I felt the head of his cock press against my tight, unprepared hole. The coldness of the plastic chastity cage was a stark contrast to the heat of his shaft, and I tensed up involuntarily. "Breathe, slut," he instructed, his voice a low growl. "Relax and let me in. This is what you wanted." His words echoed in my mind, and I forced myself to comply. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I felt the tip of his cock breach my ass. The sensation was intense, a sharp pain that was immediately followed by a rush of pleasure that made me moan.

DominantDaddy69 didn't relent, pushing in further and further until I could feel the base of his cock against my skin. The burn was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that I had never experienced before. His cock was thick and unyielding, stretching me wide open with every inch. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal beat that matched the racing of my heart. His grip on my hips was like iron, holding me in place as he claimed me fully.

"Fuck," I whimpered into the pillow, my body adjusting to the intrusion. His response was a deep, satisfied groan, his breath hot on my neck as he leaned in closer. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You're so tight, so dry. Just like I knew you'd be." The words sent a shiver down my spine, the reality of the situation setting in. I had fantasized about this, dreamt about it, but the actuality was so much more intense, so much more... real.

 

He pulled the pillow from under my face and tossed it aside. "Take another hit," he ordered, his hand guiding the bottle of poppers to my nose. The cold plastic was a shock against my skin, but the fumes were warm and inviting. I inhaled deeply, the chemical rush sending a tingle through my body that seemed to ease the discomfort of his rough entry. "Good slut," he murmured, his voice a dark caress in the silence of the room.

The mattress squeaked in protest as DominantDaddy69 began to thrust, his cock moving in and out of me with a brutal rhythm. I could feel every inch of him, the dryness of my unprepared hole providing a sharp contrast to the slickness of his shaft. "Are you ready to become the cumdump you're meant to be?" he asked, his voice a low growl that resonated deep within me. The question hung in the air, thick with anticipation.

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. For a moment, there was only the sound of our ragged breathing and the distant hum of the motel's air conditioner. Then, with a deliberate slowness that made me squirm, he pushed back in, stretching me open again. I could feel every ridge and vein, every pulse of his cock as it filled me up. The pain was exquisite, a fine line between agony and ecstasy that I never knew existed. It was all I could do to moan into the pillow, my voice muffled and desperate.

He chuckled, a sound that was more predatory than amused. "You're going to beg for it, aren't you?" His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap echoing in the room. "Beg for my cum, slut," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. The sting of his hand sent a jolt through my body, straight to my cock, trapped and desperate in the plastic cage. I felt the beginnings of a protest bubbling up in my throat, but the poppers had other plans for me. The warmth spread through me, turning the pain into something else, something dark and needy.

"Yes, sir," I gasped out, my voice hoarse from the abuse. "Please, fill me with your seed." It was all I could do to keep the desperation from overwhelming me. The words came out in a breathy moan, a plea that seemed to fuel his lust even more. His pace grew more frenzied, his hips slapping against me with a wet, meaty sound that filled the room. The burn in my ass grew, a fiery sensation that washed away all other thoughts. The only thing that existed was the cock inside me and the need to be filled with his cum.

His grunts grew louder, more animalistic, as he approached his climax. I could feel his cock thicken, swelling to the point where it seemed impossible to fit. His grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin. The pain was delicious, a stark reminder of my submission to his will. "I'm going to fill you with my  special cum," he growled, his voice a harsh rasp that sent shivers down my spine. "You're going to take it all, like the good little cumdump you are." The words were a command, a promise that I had no intention of denying him.

With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within me, his cock pulsing as he released his load. The sensation was indescribable, his warm seed filling me up, the pressure intense and overwhelming. He roared, his voice a primal sound of triumph, as he emptied himself into me. I moaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through my body. The plastic cage was slick with pre-cum, a constant reminder of my inability to reciprocate, of the power dynamics at play. His hot breath washed over me, his chest heaving with the effort of his release.

 

As the last of his cum spurted inside me, he stilled, his cock still buried deep. For a moment, we were one, connected by the act of his claiming me. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a potent reminder of my new role. Slowly, he began to pull out, the feeling of emptiness making me whimper. He wasn't done yet, though. He allowed his half-hard cock to rest against my still-throbbing hole, the plastic of the chastity cage pressing into my swollen balls.

 

"And that's how you break in a new cumdump," he said, his voice filled with a sadistic glee that made me shiver. The realization that he had recorded this, that my first moments of submission were captured on film, hit me like a slap in the face. I tensed up, the panic rising in my chest like a storm.

 

"Don't worry, slut," he chuckled, his hand resting on my ass. "This is just the beginning. And I'm going to make sure everyone sees how much you love it." His words were a knife twisting in my gut, but the poppers had my body humming with a strange mix of fear and arousal.

"You're going to be famous," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Men will watch you for years to come, jerking off to the sight of your tight little ass being destroyed. They'll see how eager you are, how much you crave the feel of anonymous cocks filling you up."

As I lay there, trembling, I felt his hand leave my ass, the cold plastic of the chastity cage pressing into my skin as I tried to stand. But before I could even get to my knees, his hand pushed me back down, firm and unyielding. "No, no, slut," he said, his tone mocking. "You're not going anywhere."

I heard the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he started to dress. The smell of our encounter still lingered in the room, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and the faint metallic tang of his cum. I felt something cool and wet on my back and ass, and I realized he was writing something. I tensed up, trying to guess what it might be, but the poppers had my mind floating in a sea of sensation, unable to fully focus on the reality of the situation.

"Remember, slut, you're here for them, not me," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "But I'll be back to check on you, make sure you're keeping those holes of yours open and ready for use." With that, he smirked, the sound of his zipper echoing through the room like a taunt. The door creaked open, and a cold breeze swept in, carrying with it the scent of the city outside. He was leaving, and I was left there, bound by my own desires and his instructions.

My legs felt like jelly as I tried to stand, the sticky wetness of his cum trickling down my thighs. I managed to get to my knees, the plastic cage digging painfully into my swollen cock. The poppers had worn off enough that the reality of the situation began to crash down around me. I had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, there was a part of me that reveled in the sensation, a dark thrill that seemed to pulse in time with the ache in my ass.

With trembling hands, I reached behind me and felt the words written on my back in cold, sticky cum. "Cumdump" was scrawled in large, sloppy letters across my shoulder blades, and on my right asscheek was a smaller line, a tally mark of his claim. The coldness of the sticky mess against my skin made me shiver, and I knew what the next few hours would bring. More men, more anonymous cocks eager to use me as their personal cum receptacle.

[nymidtowneast]

Great start! 

[BBdutchass]

The harsh neon lights of the motel sign outside cast an eerie glow through the thin curtains, painting the dingy room in a sickly pink hue. The stale scent of cheap cigarette smoke lingered in the air, a grim reminder of past transgressions. I took a deep, shuddering breath, my chest heaving as I leaned against the cold, hard bedpost. My heart thudded against my ribcage, echoing through the silent room like a drum in a muffled chamber.

The sound of the door clicking shut still resonated in my ears as I felt the sticky wetness of the stranger's seed trickling down my inner thighs. The plastic chastity cage around my cock felt like a cruel mockery, a constant reminder that this wasn't about my pleasure. It was about the service I had signed up for. My ass throbbed with a mix of pain and pleasure, the raw ache from being fucked so fiercely by DominantDaddy69's thick, unyielding cock. Each pulse was a stark reminder of his claim on my body tonight.

My phone buzzed again, jolting me out of my thoughts. The screen was a flurry of messages, a cacophony of horny demands and last-minute cancellations. Most men were too chickenshit to follow through on their promises to use me like a cumdump. But as I scanned through the notifications, two stood out: "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed". My stomach fluttered with anticipation. Two more. I could handle two more.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator is in a grimy motel room with the scent of stale smoke, feeling the aftermath of a raw, anonymous encounter with DominantDaddy69. The room's neon lighting emphasizes the bleakness as they anticipate two more partners, identifiable by their screen names "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed," who have confirmed their intent to continue the night of anonymous, bareback use.

With trembling hands, I sent them my room number, feeling the weight of the plastic cage around my cock as I typed. It was a constant reminder that tonight wasn't about my desires, but rather the satisfaction of these anonymous men. My heart raced as I laid back on the bed, the stiff mattress groaning under my weight. The cheap, scratchy comforter did little to comfort me as I waited, my mind racing with images of what was to come.

I picked up the blindfold from the nightstand, feeling the soft fabric against my fingertips. It smelled faintly of the previous user, and I shivered, knowing I would soon be in the same vulnerable position. The bottle of poppers was cool to the touch, and I took a deep sniff, the sharp, chemical smell making my head spin and my inhibitions dissolve even further. With a deep breath, I positioned myself on all fours, my ass pushed high in the air, a silent invitation to the next man who would dare to claim me.

The anticipation was almost unbearable, my body tingling with the need for more. I heard the muffled sound of the door handle turning, and my heart skipped a beat. The door swung open, and the cool night air brushed against my flushed skin. I could hear the rustle of clothes as he stepped into the room, and the faint scent of his cologne filled my nostrils. The anticipation grew with each passing second, my pulse pounding like a drum in my ears.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator sends their room number to "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed," lying on the bed with the chastity cage digging into their skin. They take a hit of poppers to heighten sensitivity, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. The sound of the door opening signals the arrival of the next anonymous partner, whose cologne fills the room with a sense of impending use.

With trembling hands, I uncapped the bottle of poppers and took a deep hit. The sharp, chemical fumes filled my nose and mouth, burning as they hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and my vision swam for a moment as the blood rushed from my head to my cock, trapped and straining within the unforgiving confines of the chastity cage. The world took on a new dimension of sensitivity, my ass clenching in response to the sudden influx of blood.

Before the dizziness could fully pass, I felt the warm, solid presence of the next man behind me. His heavy breaths fell on my back like a scalding blanket, and the head of his cock pushed against my tender, abused entrance. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out as he began to apply pressure, my ass still tender from DominantDaddy69's rough treatment. The poppers had done their job, and my hole relaxed slightly, allowing the head to breach the barrier.

With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside me, filling me to the brim. I gasped and moaned, the pain mixing with a desperate, yearning pleasure. The chastity cage around my cock was a stark reminder of my role tonight: a vessel for their lust, a silent witness to their desires. The fabric of the blindfold was smooth against my eyes, and I was grateful for the darkness it provided. It allowed me to escape into a world where I wasn't just a cumdump in a cheap motel room, but a being of pure sensation, a conduit for their release.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator uses poppers to enhance sensitivity, feeling the burn as the next anonymous man approaches. Despite the pain, they manage to relax enough for entry, and he begins to fuck them. The chastity cage emphasizes their role as a receptacle for his pleasure, and the blindfold offers a mental escape from their reality.

He fucked me with a silent ferocity, his hips slapping against my ass in a rhythm as old as time itself. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity up my spine, making my teeth clench and my toes curl. I could hear the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies colliding, a symphony of carnality that drowned out the distant sounds of the motel's TVs and passing cars. The bed creaked and groaned beneath us, a testament to our unbridled passion.

As he reached his peak, his grip on my hips tightened, his nails digging into my skin like the talons of a raptor. The grunts grew louder, more animalistic, filling the air with the promise of his impending release. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the motel, he came. I felt his hot, thick load fill me up, the warmth of his seed a stark contrast to the coldness of the plastic cage that held my cock captive. Each pulse of his orgasm sent a fresh wave of pain and pleasure through my body, my ass clenching around his cock as if to milk him for every last drop.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator is taken by the anonymous man with intense force, their body reacting to the pain and pleasure of each thrust. The man reaches climax with a primal roar, filling the room with the sounds of their union, and the narrator feels the heat of his cum deep inside while the chastity cage remains cold and unyielding.

SUMMARY^2: The narrator, a willing cumdump, has a blindfolded, anonymous encounter with DominantDaddy69. They await two more partners, "CummingNow" and "ReadyToBreed." Using poppers for sensitivity, they endure another man's forceful bareback thrusts, the chastity cage a constant reminder of their role. The man reaches orgasm, filling them with his cum.

When he finally pulled out, the sound of his cum dripping from my ass was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He didn't bother to wipe himself clean, leaving his seed to mingle with the sweat on my skin. I heard the rustle of his clothes as he dressed, his movements efficient and practiced, as if he'd done this a thousand times before. I bit back a whimper of protest, my body desperate for more, but I knew better than to speak. This was my night of servitude, and my desires were irrelevant.

The door clicked shut behind him, and for a brief moment, the only sound was the panting of my own ragged breaths. I remained still, my knees trembling, my ass still open and gaping from the relentless pounding he'd given me. The coldness of the room seemed to seep into me, making me aware of every inch of my exposed, used body. I wanted to move, to clean up, to do anything but lie there, but my instructions were clear. I was not to remove the blindfold or the chastity cage until the last man had left his mark.

The anticipation grew once more as the sound of new footsteps approached. This time, they were lighter, quicker, almost eager. My heart skipped a beat as the door handle turned, and the door swung open, admitting a gust of cool air that made me shiver. The scent of cheap cologne was replaced by something cleaner, fresher, and the sound of the TV in the next room grew louder for a moment before the new arrival closed the door, cutting off the outside world once again.

SUMMARY^1: After the second man leaves, the narrator is left in a state of post-coital need and vulnerability, surrounded by the evidence of their use. The chastity cage remains in place as they await the next encounter, the silence pierced by the sound of approaching footsteps and the promise of another anonymous conquest.

"Hello, slut," a smooth, amused voice greeted me. The words were a caress, a declaration of his intentions, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped from my lips in response. It was a 'yes', a silent affirmation of my role, my purpose for this evening.

The newcomer sounded young, maybe in his twenties, his voice filled with a cocky confidence that was as intoxicating as it was terrifying. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, the sound of fabric hitting the floor like a declaration of war. I took a few more sniffs of the poppers, the burn in my nose and the dizziness it brought helping to push away the doubt, the fear. My cock, trapped and ignored, swelled painfully with each breath I took, desperate for any kind of touch.

"Good slut," the man said, his footsteps moving closer. "You're going to take it all for me, aren't you?"

The scent of his cock hit me before anything else, a heady mix of musk and sweat. It was potent, overwhelming, and my mouth watered involuntarily. He was close, so close, and then the hot, velvety tip was pressing against my lower lip, demanding entrance. I opened my mouth and took him in, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty precum on his head.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator, still blindfolded and bound by their chastity cage, is greeted by the confident voice of the third participant, 'ReadyToBreed'. Despite the fear, they are aroused by his dominance and the anticipation builds as they feel his cock against their lips, eager for the next round of anonymous use.

"Good slut," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. The words were a balm, a validation of my purpose here, and I moaned around his cock, eager to please. He didn't waste any time, pushing deeper, filling my mouth with his length until I gagged. The plastic chastity cage around my own cock seemed to tighten in response, a cruel reminder that my pleasure was not the focus tonight.

"I had a fight with my girlfriend," he confessed, his voice strained with need. "She said she doesn't want my dick anymore." His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my face closer to his crotch. "So now you're going to take it all, aren't you?" His words were a demand, a challenge that my body eagerly accepted. I nodded, unable to form coherent words around his girth, my eyes watering as I tried to take him deeper.

He chuckled, a dark, self-satisfied sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Good," he murmured, "because you don't have a choice." The words were like a brand, searing themselves into my psyche, marking me as his for the night. He began to thrust into my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every push. I choked and sputtered, my eyes watering, my throat burning. The taste of him was overwhelming, and yet I craved more.

SUMMARY^1: 'ReadyToBreed' continues the narrator's degradation, revealing his personal motives for seeking this encounter. The narrator, desperate to serve, accepts his role, even as they struggle to accommodate his size and the painful reminder of their own chastity cage. His dominance is absolute, using the narrator's mouth as an outlet for his anger and frustration.

I felt him growing harder, his cock thickening in my mouth as he used me for his pleasure. He was rough, uncaring, and the pain was a stark reminder of my place. His hand tightened in my hair, guiding my movements, dictating the rhythm of his pleasure. He didn't bother to ask if I was okay, didn't check if I could breathe, didn't care if I was choking on his length. And somehow, that only made me want to please him more.

As he pulled his dick out of my mouth, it slapped against my wet cheek with a wet sound, leaving a trail of saliva and precum. He was massive, even when he wasn't fully erect, and the thought of him filling me up was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Sniff those poppers again," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. I obeyed, bringing the bottle to my nose and inhaling deeply. The burn was intense, making me cough and sneeze, but the effect was immediate. My senses sharpened, and my asshole felt like it was opening up, begging for his cock.

He moved behind me, and I felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed. His bare skin was hot against my back, and the smell of his arousal filled my nostrils. He didn't bother with any pleasantries, just grabbed my hips and lined his cock up with my entrance. I tensed, waiting for the pain, the stretching, but it never came. Instead, his cock slammed into me, pushing past any resistance with a brutal force that made me scream into the pillow.

SUMMARY^1: The encounter with 'ReadyToBreed' escalates as he continues to assert his dominance. The narrator, fueled by poppers, is subjected to a painfully intense facefucking and is then forcefully penetrated anally, the cage on their cock a constant, painful reminder of their submissive role. Despite the harshness of the encounter, the narrator's desire to serve remains unbroken.

"Take it," he growled, his hands digging into my skin. "Take it all like the good little slut you are."

With the blindfold still in place, I had no way to anticipate his movements, to brace for the onslaught of his cock. I took another hit of the poppers, the harsh fumes making my vision swim. The room spun around me, and the sting of tears filled my eyes, but I didn't dare to disobey. My body was his to use, my pleasure secondary to his own. The plastic chastity cage around my cock was a stark reminder that this was not about me, not tonight.

His cock was indeed monstrous, stretching my ass wider than any before. Each thrust felt like a battering ram pounding into me, the force of his hips driving him deeper with every stroke. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that overwhelmed my senses. I could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him as he claimed my body. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by my muffled moans and his grunts of satisfaction.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the rhythm changed. His strokes grew shorter, more urgent, and his grip on my hips tightened. I could feel his cock swelling, the heat of his orgasm building inside him. The anticipation was unbearable, my own body desperate for release, but denied by the unforgiving plastic that kept my cock at bay.

SUMMARY^1: The narrator, still blindfolded and in the thrall of the poppers' effects, is subjected to 'ReadyToBreed's' relentless assault. The intensity of the pain and pleasure reaches a crescendo, with the chastity cage ensuring their own needs are unfulfilled. The room is filled with the raw sounds of their forced intimacy as 'ReadyToBreed' approaches climax, leaving the narrator trembling and desperate in anticipation.

With a final, guttural groan, he came. His warmth filled me, his cock pulsing deep inside my ass as he emptied himself into me. I felt the wetness of his cum overflow, dribbling down my thighs, mixing with the remnants of the first man's seed. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl and my body shiver. He didn't pull out immediately, instead letting his cock twitch and spasm within me, the last drops of his load painting the inside of my ass with his claim.

The sound of his harsh breathing was the only noise in the room, a testament to his own satisfaction. I waited, trembling, for him to withdraw, to leave me empty once more, but he didn't move. Instead, he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his breath hot against my neck.

"We're not done yet, you filthy slut," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. His cock twitched inside me, still semi-hard, and I felt a fresh wave of panic wash over me. How much more could I take? The poppers had dulled the pain, but the reality of my situation was never far from my mind.

But then, his cock began to swell once more, filling me up completely. The sensation was almost too much to handle, the pain mixing with a desperate need that had been building within me since the moment I'd been caged. He didn't ask if I was ready, didn't bother to give me a moment to prepare. He just started to fuck me again, his hips moving with a brutal efficiency that spoke of his desperation.

"Take it," he said, his voice a snarl. "Take it all, you whore, you slut, you filthy cumdump." His words were like a knife, slicing through the last of my dignity, reducing me to nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. And yet, as degrading as it was, I found myself responding to the harshness of his tone, my body arching back to meet each thrust.

The sound of our fucking grew louder, a cacophony of slapping skin and grunts. I could feel the heat of his cum spreading inside me, a warm, sticky mess that seemed to seep into my very soul. My own cock, trapped in the unforgiving cage, throbbed with a painful need for release. But the cage remained unyielding, a constant reminder that my pleasure was not the point of tonight's degrading performance.

His grip on my hips grew even tighter, his nails digging into my skin as he hammered into me. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of the power dynamics at play in this sordid little motel room. And yet, with each brutal thrust, I felt my body betray me, my ass clenching around his cock, begging for more. It was as if the very fabric of my being had been rewired to crave this kind of abuse.

As his second orgasm approached, I could feel his cock swell even further, the head of it bumping against my prostate with every push. The sensation was overwhelming, making me moan and whimper into the pillow. The poppers had done their job, my ass feeling like it was on fire with each stroke, the plastic cage around my cock a constant reminder of my helplessness.

He came with a grunt, his warm seed flooding my insides once more. The feeling was incredible, a mix of pain and pleasure that had me writhing beneath him. But instead of pulling out, he kept going, his cock still hard and eager despite his release. He was insatiable, his hips pistoning into me with a fervor that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down my spine. "You like being my cumdump, my little slut."

I could only moan in response, the pain and pleasure of his relentless fucking rendering me incoherent. His cock was a brand, searing into my soul with each brutal thrust.

"You want more?" he taunted, his voice low and predatory. "You're such a greedy little slut."

I could only moan in response, the pain and pleasure of his relentless fucking reducing me to a whimpering mess. He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.

And then, as if my silent plea had reached him, his thrusts grew quicker, more urgent. His hands tightened on my hips, his nails digging into my skin as he used my body for his own carnally driven purposes. The headboard slammed against the wall in time with his hips, the noise a testament to the depravity that filled the room.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the motel, he came again, his cock pulsing deep within me. This load felt even more substantial than the first, his cum flooding my ass with a warmth that was almost comforting in its familiarity. I gasped, my body tightening around him, unable to stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over me, even as I knew it wasn't for me.

As his orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled out of me, his cock slipping free with a wet pop that seemed to echo in the quiet room. I felt the loss of him acutely, my ass clenching reflexively, trying to keep him inside. He chuckled, a sound that was both dark and amused, before slapping my ass hard. The sound was like a gunshot in the quiet room, a stinging reminder that I was still his to use.

"That makes five loads," he said, his voice filled with a smug satisfaction. The weight of his words settled into my gut, a cold, hard knot of reality. I had already 5 anonymously loads inside my ass by 3 strangers who had used me for their own pleasure without a second thought. And yet, I felt a perverse sense of pride, a strange thrill that I had been able to satisfy them all.

Gently, I reached back with trembling fingers to probe my sore, gaping asshole. It was still open, the muscles stretched and relaxed from the relentless pounding of their cocks. The sensation was bizarre, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a shiver up my spine. I felt the sticky warmth of their combined cum leaking out, sliding down my thighs, pooling on the cheap motel sheets. My locked balls were coated in it, a wet mess of salty stickiness that made me squirm.

As I lay there, feeling the aftershocks of their releases, I heard the sound of the man behind me rustling his clothes. The mattress dipped as he stood up, and the floor creaked under his weight as he walked towards the door. He paused for a moment, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. And then, with the casualness of someone discussing the weather, he spoke.

"Luckily, I'm on prep," he said, his voice still thick with lust. The words sent a jolt through me, a reminder of the risk that came with my night of servitude. The fact that he felt the need to say it out loud was a stark reminder of the kind of man I was allowing to use me.

The sound of my phone screen unlocking was a harsh reality check, snapping me out of my daze. He was scrolling through my messages, looking for the next man to satisfy. My heart raced as I heard him tap away on the screen, sending an anonymous invitation to the next participant in this twisted game.

"Hmm," he mused, his voice thick with satisfaction as he read through the responses. "Looks like someone's eager to fill you up next."

I felt a fresh wave of arousal mixed with fear at his words. Who was it going to be? What would they do to me? The anticipation was agonizing, my body already tender and used. But the poppers had done their job, making the thought of more cock, more cum, more painfully pleasurable sensations almost irresistible.

As the door clicked shut behind him, the reality of my situation crashed down on me like a wave. I was alone again, my ass still gaping and raw, my mouth coated in the taste of his cum. The plastic cage around my cock was a constant reminder of my role here, a silent sentinel ensuring my obedience.

The anticipation grew once more, a thrumming pulse in the air. Would it be another man, eager to claim his place in my used, abused body? Or perhaps something else entirely? The sound of footsteps grew louder, approaching my head, and I could feel the excitement building within me. The scent of perfume filled the room, something sweet and floral, a stark contrast to the musky scent of the men who had come

I felt something cold and wet press against my lips. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and allowed the liquid to be squeezed in. It was bitter, with a chemical aftertaste that was immediately recognizable. GHB The drug of choice for those who sought to lose themselves in the depths of depravity. I swallowed it down, feeling it burn my throat as it slid into my stomach.

"Good boy," the voice purred, and this time it was definitely a woman's. The sound was sweet, like honey dripping from a spoon, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "You're going to be a good little slut tonight, aren't you?"

Her hand was gentle as she stroked my cheek, a stark contrast to the harshness of the men who had used me so far. The coolness of her skin was a balm against the feverish heat of my face, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that this encounter would be different. But the scent of her arousal, thick and potent in the air, told a different story. She wasn't here for tenderness or gentle caresses. She was here for the same thing they were: to use me, to claim me, to leave her own mark on my broken body.

"But I'm here to fucked by men," I managed to murmur, the words thick and slurred against my will. The GHB was already taking hold, my muscles turning to liquid and my thoughts to mush.

Her laugh was like a knife, cold and sharp. "Don't worry, slut," she whispered, her breath hot and sweet in my ear. "You're going to get exactly what you asked for." Her hand trailed down my neck, over my chest, and down to my stomach, her nails lightly scratching my skin as she went. "But I like to mix things up a bit."

The sound of her moving behind me grew closer, the anticipation making my heart race. The poppers had long ago worn off, and the GHB was taking over, sending my body into a delicious haze of submission. My ass felt like it was on fire, the pain a distant memory as the drug coated my nerve endings in a warm, numbing fog.

And then, I heard it: a soft hum. It grew louder, more insistent, and I felt something cold and metallic press against the tender skin of my ass. I tensed, my body instinctively bracing for the unknown, but the gentle strokes of her hand along my spine kept me pliant. The pressure grew, and the hum grew louder, until I felt a sharp pinch that made me gasp. It was a strange sensation, not quite pain, but definitely something new and intriguing.

The world around me grew fuzzy, the edges of my vision blurring and my limbs feeling heavy. The GHB was working its magic, turning my body into a pliable toy for her to manipulate. The sounds of her movements grew distant, muffled, as if I were underwater. I pass out.

I'm jolted back to consciousness by her voice, a siren's call that pierced through the fog in my mind. "Wake up, slut," she cooed, a hint of amusement in her tone. I scrambled onto all fours, the plastic chastity cage pressing painfully into my swollen cock as I shifted position. The room spun around me, the cheap carpet scratchy against my palms as I tried to find my bearings.

And then, I felt it. Something warm and wet pressing against my abused ass, a sensation that didn't quite match the brutish intrusion of the men who had come before. My heart raced as the realization set in: it was her cock. A shemale's cock, thick and insistent, demanding entry to the depths of my body. I couldn't believe it, couldn't believe the twist this night had taken, but the desire was unmistakable. My asshole clenched around the emptiness, desperate to be filled once more.

"I have another present for you, slut," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "I'm going to impregnate you with my special swimmers."

Her words barely registered as she held the bottle of poppers to my nose again. The scent was overpowering, a harsh chemical bite that seemed to burn away any last semblance of rational thought. I took a deep breath, the fumes filling my lungs and sending a rush of heat through my body. The room spun even more wildly, and I felt myself slipping away, the pain and pleasure of the evening blurring into a single, all-consuming need to be filled.

And then she was inside me, her cock sliding into my ass with a gentle yet firm pressure. It was unlike anything I'd felt before, a softness that belied the strength behind it. She took her time, easing into me inch by inch, her movements deliberate and controlled. Each thrust was deep, filling me to the brim and making me feel impossibly full. I moaned into the pillow, my hips pushing back to meet her, desperate for more of that sweet agony.

"Welcome to the club, my little putta," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress against my ear. "Where sluts like you come to be used and bred." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my asshole clench around her cock, the plastic cage around my own cock a constant reminder of my submission.

Her strokes grew quicker, more insistent, and I could feel the heat of her lust building inside me. Her cock was a living thing, pulsing and swelling with every thrust. "You're going to love my special swimmers," she said, her breath hot and ragged. "They're going to fill you up, make you their home."

And then she came, her warmth spilling deep into me, mixing with the cum of the men before her. Her cock pulsed inside my ass, her orgasm sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through my body. The plastic cage was a stark reminder of my own untouched state, my cock throbbing in desperation. She leaned over me, her chest heaving, and I felt the weight of her cum deep within me, a warm and heavy presence that filled me to the core.

"You're one of us now," she murmured, her voice filled with a wicked satisfaction. Her cock slipped out of me with a wet sound, leaving me feeling empty and used. She stood up, the mattress springing back into place with a groan that seemed to echo my own. "Or you will be by the end of the night." Her laugh was like a whip crack, sharp and stinging, sending a thrill of terror and excitement through me.

I heard the rustle of clothing as she began to dress, the sound a stark contrast to the sticky mess of cum and sweat that coated my body. My senses were heightened, the poppers still doing their work, making every sound, every movement feel like a symphony of debauchery. "You have fifteen minutes to clean up and get ready," she said, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved away from the bed. "Admire my handiwork, my little cumdump. The next group will be eager to add to your collection."

Her words lingered in the air as the door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone with the reality of what had just transpired. The blindfold was a prison, trapping me in my own lust-filled haze, and I was desperate to see the evidence of my degradation. With trembling hands, I reached up and pulled the fabric from my eyes, blinking against the sudden onslaught of light.

The mirror revealed a sight that was both terrifying and thrilling. My eyes were glazed over with a mix of poppers and GHB, my pupils dilated and dark with desire. The chastity cage around my cock was coated in a sticky mess, my desperate erection trapped and unfulfilled. My ass was red and bruised, gaping slightly from the abuse it had endured.

As I turned to get a better look, something stung my asscheek. I reached back tentatively, my fingers coming back coated in cum.

The sight in the mirror was a blend of horror and fascination. Above my ravaged asshole, a fresh tattoo screamed 'cumdump' in bold letters, surrounded by a decorative border that looked suspiciously like the bars of a jail cell. The ink was still slick with lube, the edges raw and red from the recent needlework. It was a brand, a declaration of my new identity, etched into my flesh for all to see. My ass was now a canvas for their perverse artistry, a billboard for their desires.

But it wasn't just the words that sent a shiver down my spine. On my left asscheek, I found a second tattoo, much smaller and more intricate. It was a biohazard symbol.

I had no time to ponder the meaning of the new ink, i hear footsteps outside growing louder.

On instinct, I scrambled back to the bed, my knees hitting the mattress with a soft thump. My body was still thrumming with the aftermath of the shemale's merciless fucking, my ass a slick, stretched mess that begged for more. The chastity cage was a constant, painful reminder of my submission, and as I went down on all fours, it was all I could do to keep my trembling legs from giving out.

The blindfold was already in my hand, the fabric sticky with sweat and cum. I brought it up to my eyes, the world around me going dark once more. The smell of the room was a potent cocktail of sex and chemicals, a heady mix that had me lightheaded with need. I could hear the door creak open, the sound echoing through the silent room like a gunshot.

[JC3275]

It was a great story until the boner-killing shemale.  I enjoy your writing style, but anything fem is a full stop.  No hate, just an honest personal preference in my feedback.  Look forward to more chapters/stories by you, without that element.

[Knightfalconer]

1 hour ago, JC3275 said:

It was a great story until the boner-killing shemale.  I enjoy your writing style, but anything fem is a full stop.  No hate, just an honest personal preference in my feedback.  Look forward to more chapters/stories by you, without that element.

Totally agree with this sentiment.

[PupBoiRapeSlut]

I think it sounds fine and hot

[BBdutchass]

Just as the door opens again, the fabric of the blindfold tightens around my eyes, plunging my world into a suffocating darkness once more. The metallic click of the lock echoes through the small, stale hotel room, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The sound of heavy boots crossing the floorboards fills the void, their rhythmic thuds growing louder, closer. I can't help but tense up, my heart pounding against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate for escape.

I feel his presence before I hear his gruff voice, the scent of his desire thick in the air, a potent mix of sweat and something musky. "Look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot and heavy against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His large hands come to rest on my hips, squeezing them roughly. I can feel his arousal pressing against my lower back, a blunt reminder of what's to come. "Such a pretty cumdump." The words resonate within me, a stark reality of the night's unfolding events.

He runs his hand over the new tattoo above my ass, tracing the outline of the words etched into my skin. "Nice tats," he says, his voice thick with lust. "That bitch knew what she was doing." His words are a slap in the face, but they also stir a strange sense of excitement within me. I'm his plaything, marked for all to see, and the thought of being used like this is intoxicating. "Too bad she only wanted to ink you up if she got to ride that sweet ass first," he adds, his voice dripping with a malicious pleasure.

As he speaks, he reaches down and fiddles with the chastity cage, giving it a cruel twist. I let out a whine of pain, my cock straining against the unforgiving plastic. "Looks like you're going to be my little cumdump for the night," he says, his grip tightening. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're worth it." His other hand snakes around to my front, groping at my crotch. Despite the pain, I feel myself growing hard at his touch, my body betraying me once again.

He laughs darkly at my response, his hand moving to give my ass a hard slap. The sound echoes through the room, mixing with my muffled yelp of surprise. "Seems like you're already enjoying your new role," he says, his voice low and smoky. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First things first." With that, he steps back, leaving me trembling and exposed. I can feel his eyes roving over my body, taking in every inch of my naked form, the strange biohazard symbol on my asscheek standing out against my pale skin.

The anticipation is agonizing as I wait for his next move, my senses heightened to a fever pitch. The smack of skin on skin still lingers in the air, a stark reminder of his dominance. I can feel the warmth spreading from my cheek, a delicious burn that somehow seems to radiate straight to my cock, making it throb painfully within its confines. The plastic cage feels tighter than ever, a constant reminder of my submission..

"You're going to be the talk of the club, you know," he says, his voice a gruff purr. The sound of fabric sliding over skin, the jingle of his belt buckle as he unclasps it, and the soft thump of his pants hitting the floor are the only sounds in the room. "DominantDaddy always knows how to pick 'em. And now you're all ours, to use and abuse as we see fit." His words send a jolt of excitement through me, even as fear tightens its icy grip. I'm part of something now, something bigger than just this one anonymous encounter.

He steps closer, the sound of his bare feet on the carpeted floor almost inaudible. The cool metal of the poppers canister touches my cheek, and I flinch instinctively. "Open up," he commands, and I obey, feeling the tip of the bottle press against my nostrils. A sudden burst of cold fills my nasal cavity, and the room spins as the heady, musky scent overwhelms me. I gasp, my body responding with an involuntary jolt of pleasure that makes my toes curl.

He starts to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, each article of clothing revealing more of his toned, hairy body. His cock is already hard, bobbing with anticipation as he takes in the sight of me, blindfolded and bound, my body adorned with the marks of ownership. "You're going to love this," he murmurs. Every time I take a hit, you take one too."

I nod, eager to please despite the fear knotting in my stomach. The sound of him snapping open the poppers becomes a symphony in the quiet room, the faint hiss of the rushing nitrite gas the only melody. I follow his lead, inhaling deeply as he brings the bottle to my nose. The cold rush hits me like a wave, the intensity making my head spin. My senses become heightened, my heart racing as the blood rushes to my cock, the pain from the cage fading into a delicious throb.

Before I know it, the tip of his cock is pressing against my ass, the warmth of his shaft against my skin sending a shiver up my spine. He doesn't waste any time, pushing forward without preamble. I feel myself stretch to accommodate him, the poppers making my body more pliable, more receptive to his invasion. With a grunt, he breaches my hole, the head of his cock popping in with a wet sound that makes me want to moan. I can't help but push back, eager for more, even though the cage is a constant, frustrating reminder of my own denied pleasure

The poppers continue to flow between us, our breaths coming in harsh pants as we both inhale deeply. The scent fills my nostrils, mixing with the smell of his body, the faint tang of the ink from the tattoos still lingering. Each sniff sends another shock of pleasure through me, making me arch my back, silently begging for him to go deeper, faster, harder. He seems to understand my unspoken cues, his pace increasing until he's pounding into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. The bed beneath me creaks with the force of his thrusts, the cheap headboard knocking against the wall in a steady rhythm that's as erotic as it is mundane.

Every ridge, every vein of his cock is etched into my consciousness, the sensation so intense that I can almost feel his pulse as he fucks me. The poppers have heightened my senses to an unbearable peak, each nerve ending in my ass screaming for more. The pain from the cage has morphed into a strange symphony of agony and ecstasy, each thrust causing the plastic to dig into my tender flesh while the poppers flood my system with endorphins. I'm lost in a sea of sensation, my mind a whirlwind of desire and submission.

His hands are everywhere, gripping my hips, squeezing my nipples, tracing the biohazard symbol on my asscheek with a fingertip that feels like fire. The room is a cacophony of our gasps and grunts, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the occasional squelch of cum as he drives deeper. His breath is hot and ragged against the back of my neck, and I can feel the wetness of his precum coating my ass, a slippery promise of what's to come.

With every thrust, he hits my prostate, a precise, punishing rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. It's a delicious agony, a sensation so intense that it feels like I'm being electrified from the inside out. My legs are trembling, my muscles tense and quivering, as I try to push back against him, to take more, to get closer to the edge that I know is just out of reach. The chastity cage is a constant throb, a pulsing reminder of my denied climax.

Then, just when I think I can't take it anymore, just when I feel like I'm going to shatter into a million pieces, he stops. His cock is buried deep inside me, thick and hot, and I can feel his body tense up. He groans, a deep, guttural sound that resonates through me.

With a wicked chuckle, he pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and used. The sound of his cock slipping out of my ass is obscene, a wet pop that seems to echo in the small space. I whimper at the sudden absence, my body begging for more. His chuckle turns into a full-blown laugh, and I feel his hand come down hard on my ass again. "Greedy little slut," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "You want it that badly?"

He leans in closer, his breath hot on the back of my neck as he whispers in my ear. "No orgasm for you tonight, little cumdump," he says, his voice a low growl. "You're here to serve real men. And to be filled up with our special cum." His words send a shiver down my spine, a mix of dread and anticipation. I don't know what he means with special.

He laughs, and his laughter is like a knife twisting in my gut. "You really are a naive little thing," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "But don't worry, we'll make sure you learn your place." His hand comes down on my ass again, this time with more force, leaving a stinging handprint. The pain is a stark contrast to the pleasure that had been building within me, a harsh reminder of my predicament.

As he starts to dress, the rustling of his clothes is a symphony of disappointment and despair. I can feel the sticky warmth of his cum leaking out of me, a reminder of what I've become. A nameless, faceless hole for his pleasure. The plastic chastity cage is a cold, unyielding presence between my legs, a constant taunt to my desperate arousal.

My breathing slows as the high from the poppers begins to wane, leaving me with the bitter taste of denial. I'm still blindfolded, my world a haze of pain and pleasure, my senses acute to every sound, every smell. The scent of his cum is thick in the air, mingling with the musk of the hotel room. The sticky trickle down my thighs is the only proof that this wasn't just a feverish dream.

The door creaks open again, and the sound of leather on leather fills the room. Heavy footsteps approach, and a new voice, deep and gruff, speaks. "DominantDaddy always has the best taste," the stranger says, his tone one of greedy excitement. The man who just used me chuckles, patting my ass. "This one's a real treat," he agrees, his hand lingering on the plump flesh. "Already warmed up and ready to go."

The first man's boots move away, and the sound of the door closing is like a door slamming shut on my last shred of hope. The new presence looms over me, his scent a heady mix of leather and something faintly metallic. I feel the mattress dip as he sits on the edge of the bed, his calloused hands gently stroking the small of my back. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the brutal use I've just endured.

"Don't worry, little one," he says, his voice a soothing rumble. "We're going to take good care of you." His fingers trace the biohazard symbol on my asscheek, his touch sending a jolt of something new through me. It's not lust or fear, but a strange, dark excitement that makes my heart race even faster. "You're going to be our little secret, aren't you?"

The door opens again, and the sound of multiple sets of boots fills the room. My heart skips a beat, the anticipation of what's to come making my stomach clench. The sound of the men talking, low and gruff, sends a shiver down my spine. They're discussing me, I can tell, their words a mix of lewd comments and crude jokes that I can't quite make out through the fabric of the blindfold. I feel a strange thrill at being the center of their attention, a thrill that's tainted with the bitter edge of fear.

The first man's voice is closer now, his hands on me once more. He's undressing, his clothes rustling as they hit the floor. The smell of precum and sweat fills the air, a heady scent that makes my cock throb in its plastic prison. He takes a hit from the poppers, and the sound of the gas escaping is like a gunshot in the quiet room. I hear the second man do the same, his intake of breath a little sharper, a little more eager. The first man's hand moves to the chastity cage, giving it a little shake.

"Looks like you're going to be popular tonight," he says, his voice a dark caress that sends a shiver down my spine. "We've got a whole lineup of cocks just waiting for you." He runs his thumb over my swollen lips, tracing the outline of the cage before moving down to tease my asshole. I feel it stretch around the girth of his cock, the plastic pressing uncomfortably against the sensitive flesh. "Ready for more?"

The anticipation is a living thing, a coil of heat in my stomach that tightens with every passing moment. I nod, my voice a muffled whimper against the fabric of the blindfold. I'm not sure if I'm ready, but my body seems to have a mind of its own, eager to please, eager to be used. He doesn't wait for my reply, instead lining his shaft up with my well-used hole and pushing in with a single, forceful thrust.

My mouth opens of its own accord as the tip of another cock brushes against my lips. The scent of lust fills the air, the taste of precum and sweat already coating my tongue. I don't hesitate, eager to prove my worth as the cumdump I've been marked to be. I take it in, the smooth, velvety head sliding over my tongue as the stranger's hand wraps around the base, guiding my movements. His grip is firm but gentle, a silent communication that tells me exactly what he wants, what he expects from me.

As he fucks my throat, the others murmur their approval, the sound of their voices a chorus of lust and greed. They talk over me, discussing my body like it's a piece of meat, a toy for them to use and discard. And yet, the degradation only serves to heighten my arousal, the pain and humiliation a potent aphrodisiac that makes my blood race. The biohazard symbol on my asscheek seems to pulse with every beat of my heart, a strange brand of belonging that I can't quite comprehend.

"Look at him, so eager to please," one of them says, his voice a gravelly purr. "Such a good little cumdump." The words resonate within me, a dark thrill that makes me want to push harder, to take more. The cock in my mouth stretches my throat, the head bumping against the back of my mouth as he fucks me with a steady rhythm. The taste of him is bitter and salty, a reminder that I'm nothing but a hole to be filled and used.

Then, as the man fucking my ass starts to tense, I feel the heat of his orgasm building. His breath is hot and ragged, his hips slamming into me with the force of his release. Just as he starts to come, the cock in my mouth pulls out, leaving me gasping for air. But before I can even process the sudden emptiness, another one takes its place, the stranger's grip on my head firm as he guides me onto his shaft. I can feel the sticky wetness of the last man's precum on my chin, a reminder of what I'm here for.

As the new man starts to thrust into my mouth, the one who just filled me up with his seed pulls out with a wet plop that echoes through the room. The sound is met with a chorus of laughter and crude comments from the others, their voices a cacophony of depravity. "Looks like you're going to be our little party favor," one of them says, and the anticipation in his tone sends a thrill through me.

The next man behind me doesn't waste any time, his cock pushing past the ring of muscle with an ease that speaks of practice. He fucks me like a beast in heat, his hips slapping against my ass with a wet, obscene sound that fills the room. I can feel his balls slap against my caged cock with every thrust, the plastic chastity device a cruel reminder of my own denied pleasure. His grip on my hips is bruising, his nails digging into my skin as he uses me roughly, his breath hot and ragged in my ear.

His strokes are deep and punishing, each one sending a bolt of pleasure-pain through me that makes my toes curl. He's not gentle, he doesn't care about my plessure, my feelings or pain.He's all about claiming and marking his territory, his grunts and growls a symphony of possession. I'm just a thing to him, a warm hole to be filled and used, and the knowledge sends a thrill through me that's almost as intense as the sensation of his cock filling me up.

 

As he reaches his peak, the pressure inside me builds to an unbearable crescendo, and with a roar, he empties himself into me. His warm cum spurts deep, coating my insides with a thick, sticky heat that makes me shiver. But even as he pulls out, the void is filled immediately, another cock sliding in without so much as a pause. The plastic chastity cage digs into my skin, a constant reminder of my place as the night's entertainment.

The next man is quicker, more urgent in his movements. His hands are rougher, his grip bruising as he fucks me like a wild animal claiming its prey. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass fills the room, punctuating the wet, sloppy noises of my being used. He doesn't bother with the poppers, just drives in and out of me with a feral intensity that has me panting for air, my mouth open and gagging around the cock in my mouth.

As the fourth man comes, the fifth is already there, lined up and ready to take his place. The smooth, slick sensation of cum being pushed out by the newcomer's shaft makes me want to scream, the feeling of being so completely filled and used making my body tremble. The cock in my mouth pulls out, and the taste of cum is bitter on my tongue. I'm passed around like a toy, a vessel for their pleasure, and every cell in my body is alight with the dark thrill of it all.

The men come and go, their grunts and groans the only indication of their release. They speak in low, guttural tones, sharing jokes and compliments about my tightness, my obedience. I'm not a person to them, just a cumdump to be used and discarded. And yet, with every thrust, every hot spurt inside me, I feel a sense of belonging, a twisted satisfaction that I'm serving my purpose. The biohazard symbol on my asscheek feels like a badge of honor, a mark that says I'm theirs to use and abuse.

As one man pulls out, another takes his place, the plastic chastity cage a constant presence, a reminder of my submission. I can feel the sticky mess inside me, their cum mixing with my own juices, creating a wet, sloppy mess that leaks out of my ass with every movement. The smell of sex is thick in the air, a heady perfume that fills my nostrils and makes me want to beg for more.

The sounds of the men around me are a blur, a symphony of grunts and zips and the shuffling of clothes. The bed beneath me is a battleground of passion and debauchery, the mattress stained with sweat and cum. I can't tell who's who anymore, their voices and scents all blending into one overwhelming force of masculinity and lust. Each cock feels different, some thick and veiny, others smooth and long, each leaving their own distinct mark on my insides.

The chastity cage is a constant throb of torment and temptation, a painful reminder of my denied release. Yet, with every new man that enters me, that pain morphs into something else entirely. It's as if each of their orgasms is a drop in an ocean of pleasure, building and building until I'm drowning in a sea of sensation. I've lost count of how many times they've come inside me, their seed mixing with my own desperation, creating a hot, sticky mess that trickles down my thighs and pools on the floor.

As the night wears on, the sounds of their climaxes grow distant, the weight of their bodies lifted from my back one by one. The room begins to empty, the footsteps of the last few stragglers fading away, leaving me alone with the last man still fucking my ass. His thrusts are slower than the rest, more deliberate, as if savoring the feeling of my body clenching around his shaft. The bed creaks in protest under our combined weight, the headboard knocking out a steady rhythm against the wall. The plastic cage is a cold, unyielding presence, a stark contrast to the heat and friction of his cock in my ass.

His breath is hot on my neck, his teeth grazing my ear as he whispers, "You're going to love this, little cumdump." I can feel the tension in his body, the tightening of his grip on my hips as he prepares to add his load to the many already sloshing inside me. My own cock is a throbbing ache, trapped in its plastic prison, the constant pressure making me want to scream.

With a final, brutal thrust, he releases his hot, thick cum deep within my bowels, filling me up until I'm stretched to the limit. His grunt is low and satisfied, his grip on my hips loosening slightly as he holds himself inside me, savoring the feeling of his seed spilling into my ass. And then he pulls out, the emptiness left behind making me feel even more used and discarded.

"DominantDaddy will be so proud of you," he murmurs, his voice a dark caress that sends a shiver down my spine. I nod, muffled by the fabric of the blindfold, my mouth still filled with the taste of precum sweat and a hint of piss.The words are a strange mix of comfort and humiliation, a reminder that I'm here to serve, to be used by anyone who wants me. And even though I'm drained, my body still thrums with an unquenched hunger for more.

He starts to dress, the rustle of fabric the only sound in the otherwise silent room. I can't see him, but I can feel his presence as he pulls on his leather pants, the zipper a metallic whisper that echoes in the emptiness. I take a deep breath, inhaling the last lingering traces of poppers. The cold rush fills my nose, and for a brief moment, the world sharpens into focus. My thoughts swirl, a tornado of need and fear. But the drug quickly takes hold, blurring the edges until all I can think about is the ache between my legs and the warm, sticky mess coating my thighs.

"The next one will be special," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a tremor through my body. He sounds almost gleeful, the kind of excitement a kid has before opening a present on Christmas morning. "We want to make sure all our special swimmers deliver their gift to the right place inside you." The words hang in the air, thick with meaning. It's a promise and a threat all rolled into one, a dark thrill that makes my heart race.

The door clicks shut behind him, leaving me alone with the sticky remnants of the men who've claimed me. I take a deep breath, the scent of their combined lust still heavy in the air. My body is a canvas of pain and pleasure, a battleground of sensation that I can't escape. But before I can even begin to process the events of the night, I hear new footsteps approaching outside.

[austin_submale]

Wow!  This is a great story!

 

[BBdutchass]

In the stark silence of the hotel room, the only sound that filled the space was the rhythmic panting of my own breath. Still blindfolded, I remained on all fours, my body sticky with the evidence of the countless men who had used me throughout the night. The cheap plastic chastity cage around my cock was a constant reminder of my submission, my cock desperately trying to swell in protest but unable to escape its confines. The smell of sex was heavy in the air, a potent mix of sweat and cum that clung to my skin.

My ears perked up as the footsteps outside grew louder, the anticipation of the next encounter sending a shiver down my spine. I felt the mattress dip as someone approached me from behind, and I instinctively arched my back, presenting my used hole for whatever they had in store for me. The cool metal of the doorknob turning echoed through the room, sending a jolt of excitement through my weary body. The door opened with a soft creak, and the sound of leather soles on the carpet grew closer.

"Hello, slut," a deep voice rumbled, sending waves of arousal through my body. It was the voice of an older, bigger guy, the kind that could make a man's knees tremble with just a few words. The room was filled with the scent of his musky cologne, and the heat from his body washed over me like a warm embrace, hinting at the power and dominance that lay just beyond my touch. He stepped closer, and I could feel his presence, a wall of heat and desire that made my cock strain even harder against the unforgiving cage.

His rough hands gripped my hips, pulling them back so my ass was sticking up in the air. The cool air of the room kissed my cheeks, making the hairs stand on end and my skin tingle. His calloused thumbs traced over the new tattoos, lingering on the biohazard symbol, which I still didn't understand. "Looks like you've been having quite the night," he chuckled, his voice thick with lust. "But I've got something special for you." His words were a promise that sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself eagerly awaiting whatever he had planned.

The sound of fabric sliding against flesh filled the room as he undressed. The rustle of his clothes falling to the floor was like music to my ears, a symphony of anticipation. My own body was a canvas of sensations, the sticky mess of cum leaking out of my ass creating a wet spot on the bed beneath me. It wasn't just drops anymore; it was a small, warm stream that trickled down my thighs, a reminder of the endless parade of anonymous cocks that had claimed me. The plastic chastity cage around my dick was sticky with pre-cum, and my balls ached with need.

"How many loads have you taken, cumdump?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and dominance. The question hung in the air, a reminder of my role in this twisted game.

"I don't know anymore," I murmured, the truth thick with a hint of shame. Each thrust had been a blur of pleasure and pain, each orgasm forced from me by a stranger's hand or cock, leaving me lost in a sea of numbers and sensations that had long since run together.

"Ah, you really are a true cumdump," he chuckled, the sound low and dark, sending a thrill through me. His words were a strange comfort, a validation of my role in this depraved masquerade. His hand reached down and gave my cage a light squeeze, causing a bolt of pleasure-pain to shoot through me. "Don't worry, little one, you're exactly where you're meant to be."

The mattress dipped again as he climbed onto the bed, his weight settling behind me. His hand slid over my sticky, inked skin, tracing the lines of the biohazard symbol with a curious, almost reverent touch. "You see this?" he whispered into my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "This means you're not just anyone's fucktoy. You're special."

His words were like a dark mantra, filling my mind with a twisted sense of purpose. He positioned his cock at my entrance, the tip teasing my abused hole. "I'm here to ensure all these special swimmers find their way to the promised land," he said, the words sending a thrill through me, I didn't know what he meant but it sounded scary.

With a firm grip on my chin, he pulled my head back, the blindfold sliding away from my eyes. For the first time in hours, the world came into focus, a blur of light and color that made my eyes water. As the blindness lifted, I was met with the sight of a man dressed in leather, his cock thick and veined, standing proudly in front of me.

But what truly captivated my attention were the piercings that adorned his length. His shaft was a masterpiece of metal, studded with a series of piercings that glinted in the dim light, each one a tiny beacon of potential pain and pleasure. The sight of his pierced member made my mouth water and my cock twitch in its cage, eager to see what new sensations it would bring.

"You like what you see?" he growled, his voice a mix of amusement and challenge. "You're going to love what they feel like inside you."

I looked up, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, and saw the leather hood that obscured his face. Only his eyes gleamed with a hunger that seemed almost animalistic, and his nose and mouth were framed by the tight openings that allowed him to breathe and speak. The sight of his face, hidden behind that mask, sent a thrill through me. It was both terrifying and incredibly hot, a visual representation of the complete and utter control he had over my body.

I look down again to his pierced dick. The leather-clad stranger took his time, allowing me to fully appreciate the intricate patterns of metal that decorated his shaft. Each stud and ring looked like it could tear me apart, but the thought only made my insides clench with need. I tensed, bracing for the pain that was sure to come, my asshole still sore and stretched from the night's activities. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious mix of fear and arousal that had me panting like a bitch in heat.

He leaned forward, the leather of his mask brushing against my cheek, and whispered, "You had your chance to look at it, cumdump. Now, you're going to feel it, and this time, you can watch it all happen."

With trembling hands, I reached for the poppers bottle on the nightstand. I took a deep, sharp sniff, the heady fumes immediately filling my nostrils and sending a rush of warmth through my body. My senses heightened, every nerve ending was alight with anticipation as the alcohol and isobutyl nitrite flooded my system. The burn was a sweet agony, making my eyes water and my throat constrict, but it was a small price to pay for the rush of euphoria that followed.

The leather-clad stranger took note of my actions, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he positioned the head of his pierced cock against my gaping hole. I could feel the heat of him, the bluntness of his piercings pressing against my sensitive flesh, and I trembled in anticipation. The poppers had made me even more receptive, the pain and pleasure melding together into a symphony of sensation that had my body begging for more.

With one swift, brutal thrust, he pushed inside me, the piercings stretching and tearing at my insides with every inch of his advance. A scream was ripped from my throat, a mix of agony and ecstasy as the metal studs scraped along my prostate, setting off a cascade of sensation that I had never felt before. His laughter filled the room, a dark sound that seemed to resonate deep within my soul. "Looks like you've earned that tattoo," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Now we're going to make it official."

He began to pump into me with a steady, merciless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body. The piercings inside me felt like a thousand tiny knives, carving their way through my insides with a precision that was almost artful. I could feel the cold metal dragging against the raw, tender flesh of my hole, each movement a delicious reminder of the depravity that had brought us here. His grip on my hips was like iron, holding me in place as he claimed me in a way that no one ever had before.

As he fucked me, he threw his head back and laughed, a deep, wicked sound that seemed to resonate through the very air. "It's been a long time since a nice young bottom like you joined us," he murmured, his voice a dark purr that sent chills down my spine. "You're going to be the talk of the town, darling. They're all going to want a piece of this ass of yours."

The piercings on his cock created a symphony of sensations with every thrust, a maelstrom of pleasure and pain that had me moaning and writhing beneath him. "You're such a good boy," he said, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove deeper, his piercings scraping against the walls of my hole. "So eager to take it all, aren't you?"

"Yes," I gasped, the word barely a whisper as the intensity grew. His laughter washed over me, a deep, dark sound that seemed to resonate with the very core of my being. "Good dump," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Our cumdump."

The leather-clad stranger leaned over me, his massive chest pressing against my back as he buried his cock even deeper. "You know who did this to you?" he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and pride. "DominantDaddy picked you out, had you marked and claimed as his own little slut."

My heart raced as he continued to fuck me, his piercings sending sparks of pleasure-pain through my body with every stroke. "You're going to be the best little cumdump we've ever had," he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "DominantDaddy knows how to train his boys."

The words sent a thrill through me, a strange mix of fear and excitement. I had never been owned before, never been claimed in such a primal way. Yet here I was, being used by a man whose very presence was a declaration of dominance, and I was loving every second of it. The pain from his piercings was unlike anything I had ever felt, a sharp, burning sensation that seemed to go on forever, only to be chased away by waves of pure ecstasy that crashed over me like a tidal wave.

"You're ass is so loose and sloppy," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So eager to take it all." His words were a strange comfort, a validation that I was doing exactly what I was meant to. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of my place beneath him, but the pleasure was even more so, a sweet release that seemed to fill every part of me. "Young boys like you, willing to receive the gift of submission, are so rare these days," he murmured, his voice a warm, dark caress in my ear. "But you, my sweet cumdump, you didn't even hesitate."

He pulled his pierced cock out of me with a wet pop, leaving my asshole gaping and leaking cum. "Roll over," he ordered, his voice a velvet demand that sent a thrill through my body. I didn't dare question him, eager to please. I took a quick sniff of the poppers, the fumes burning my nose and making my head spin. The world grew brighter, the edges of my vision going fuzzy as the room swam with color. The pain from my abused ass was distant, a mere shadow of the pleasure that awaited me.

I rolled onto my back, my legs still shaking from the relentless pounding. The leather-clad man positioned himself over me, his pierced cock gleaming with the cum of the previous men and a hint of blood. The sight was both terrifying and incredibly arousing, a visual representation of the depravity that had become my reality. His eyes bore into mine, the hunger in his gaze making my heart race.

Without a word, he pushed my legs apart, spreading me wide, and I felt the tip of his pierced cock nudge against my still-sensitive hole. "You're going to take it all," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Every. Last. Drop."

I nodded eagerly, my chest heaving with each shallow breath, my body begging for more. He lined himself up and pushed back in, his piercings letting me scream in pain, agony and lust again, as they slid back into me. Each stud and ring scraped against the tender flesh, sending sparks of pain through me that only served to heighten the pleasure.

He fucked me like he owned me, his powerful hips pistoning into my body with a rhythm that was as punishing as it was exquisite. I could feel the head of his cock bottoming out, the piercings tearing into me, making me feel every inch of his dominance. My own cock was trapped in the plastic cage, begging for release, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I was here to be used, to be the vessel for the cum of these strangers, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me.

The leather-clad man's eyes never left mine as he thrust into me, his grip on my hips like a pair of vice grips. Each push was like a hammer strike, driving his cock so deep inside that I was sure I could feel the piercings in my throat. Yet, through the pain, there was an intense pleasure, a feeling of fullness that was almost overwhelming. The room spun around me, the leather and the sweat and the cum mixing together in a symphony of sensation that had my head spinning.

My breath grew shallower, my chest rising and falling with every thrust. I could feel my heart racing, thundering in my chest like a wild stallion. I braced myself for the moment when he would finally release, his orgasm telegraphing through his body in a series of tension-filled grunts and growls. But even as he picked up the pace, his breathing grew more ragged, his strokes more urgent, he showed no signs of climax. Instead, he just kept going, his cock a piston in the engine of my desire.

And then it happened. With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hotel, he slammed into me one last time, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. The piercings inside me seemed to come alive, the metal vibrating with his climax as he shot his hot, sticky load deep within me. I felt the warmth fill me up, his seed mixing with the cum of the countless others who had used me throughout the night. The sensation was overwhelming, a white-hot rush of pleasure that seemed to consume me whole.

But even as I reveled in the feeling of being completely filled, the leather-clad man wasn't done. He leaned back, his cock still embedded deep within my ass, and brought his hand down in a hard, brutal slap against my plastic-covered balls. The pain was instant, a sharp sting that made me scream and arch my back, my body responding to the sudden, unexpected assault. My asshole clamped down around his piercings, the involuntary contraction sending a fresh wave of pleasure through him, making his eyes roll back in his head.

"Sensitive, aren't you?" he chuckled, his grip tightening on my balls as he began to twist and pull them, each movement sending bolts of agony through my body. Yet, even amidst the pain, I could feel the my own dick trying to get hard, the plastic cage straining against the swelling flesh of my cock. It was a strange, twisted dance, the pain and pleasure intertwining in a way that had me moaning and writhing beneath him.

He watched me with a glint of sadistic glee in his eyes, the leather of his mask creaking as he grinned. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that seemed to echo through the room. "You like feeling the bite of my hand on your cage, knowing that you can't come, no matter how much you want to."

The leather-clad stranger pulled out his cock with a wet, squelching sound, the piercings glinting in the dim light of the room. His shaft was covered in a sticky, pinkish mess of cum and blood, a testament to the brutal fucking he had just given me. I could feel the ache in my ass, the pain a constant reminder of the pleasure that had come before. The sight of his cock was both terrifying and exhilarating, a symbol of the power dynamics that had brought us together in this sordid hotel room.

With a satisfied grunt, he leaned back, his cock bobbing with each beat of his heart. He took a moment to clean himself up, wiping his still-dripping member on my thighs. The warmth of his cum against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the intimate connection we had just shared. He admired his handiwork, his eyes roaming over my ravaged ass with a mix of pride and hunger.

As he began to dress, I could feel the exhaustion weighing down on me like a heavy blanket. My limbs felt like jelly, my hole still pulsing from the relentless abuse it had taken all night. But as the leather-clad stranger pulled on his pants, I knew that my reprieve would be short-lived. "No time to rest," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic joy as he fastened his belt. "DominantDaddy will be here soon, and he's not one to be kept waiting."

The thought of DominantDaddy visting me again after this night of abuse filled me with a mix of excitement and dread. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, my heart racing at the thought of what he would tink of me now after this night. The leather-clad man leaned down and gives me a kiss, not a gentle loving one, but one out of mockery off the taste of his cologne mingling with the bitter taste of his cum that still coated my mouth. "See you at the party in two weeks," he whispered, his voice a promise that sent a shiver down my spine.

The door clicked shut behind him, and I was once again alone in the quiet of the hotel room, the only sounds the distant murmur of the city outside and the faint rustle of the bedspread beneath me. The smell of sex, sweat, and leather lingered in the air, a pungent reminder of the events that had unfolded over the last several hours. My asshole still throbbed with pain, a puddle of the pinkish fluid staining the bedsheed just below the entrance of my hole, aconstant reminder of my new status as a cumdump.

[austin_submale]

Just keeps getting better!

 

[BBdutchass]

Exhausted, I lay sprawled on the sticky, stained mattress of the motel room, my body a canvas of unseen artistry. The sharp scent of sex hung in the air, a potent cocktail of sweat and semen that clung to every surface, a silent testament to the night's relentless activities. The harsh glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows that danced over my naked form, the only witness to the depravity that had unfolded within these four walls. My eyes were heavy, but sleep was a distant memory, stolen by the endless parade of anonymous men who had claimed me.

The mattress beneath me felt like a soggy sponge, the sheets cold and clammy against my overheated skin. Between my legs, a crimson and pinkish puddle had formed, a grotesque pool that reflected the stark reality of my condition. A twinge of pain shot through my ass with every shallow breath, a stark reminder of the brutal pounding it had endured. The tender flesh around my hole was raw, stretched to the brink of agony, yet my trapped cock remained stubbornly pushing gainst its small trap, the plastic chastity cage a cruel reminder of my own desires. Each pulse sent a fresh wave of discomfort, but it was a pain I had grown to crave, a perverse reminder of the powerlessness I had so willingly embraced.

The sudden buzz of my phone pierced the silence like a gunshot, sending a jolt of adrenaline through my weary body. I reached over, fumbling with the cheap plastic, my hand trembling with anticipation. The screen glowed with a message from DominantDaddy69: "I'm at the motel. Be ready." It was a simple command, but the authority in those few words sent a shiver down my spine. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the culmination of the night's debauchery. My heart raced as I blindly obeyed, my mind reeling with excitement and trepidation.

With trembling fingers, I found the blindfold and poppers on the nightstand, the cool metal of the popper cap contrasting with the sticky residue that coated everything. I positioned myself on all fours, my ass high in the air, the chastity cage biting into my swollen cock. I took a deep breath and placed the blindfold over my eyes, plunging the room into darkness. The fabric was rough against my skin, a stark reminder of my vulnerability. I took a deep sniff of the poppers, the acrid scent burning my nostrils as the muscles in my body relaxed. My hearing grew sharper, the sound of my ragged breaths echoing in the small space, mingling with the faint hum of the air conditioner.

The door to the motel room creaked open, the sound as loud as a thunderclap in the quiet night. The floorboards groaned under the weight of footsteps that grew closer, each step a drumbeat to the symphony of anticipation in my chest. The smell of leather and cigar smoke filled the room, a potent mix that made my cock throb painfully against its plastic prison. A voice, deep and commanding, broke the silence. "Hello, cumdump. Did you enjoy tonight?" It was DominantDaddy69, his presence electric, his words a promise of what was to come.

I moaned a yes, the word slipping out of me like a whimper, a declaration of submission to the man who had started this all. He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. "Good," he said, his voice a warm caress that seemed to resonate in the very core of my being. "Because my friends and others liked abusing your hole as well. They had quite the time with you, didn't they?" His hand trailed down my back, pausing briefly at the base of my spine before continuing to the cheek of my ass. His fingertips traced the edge of the fresh tattoo, the biohazard symbol branding  me.

The slap was sudden and hard, the impact jolting my entire body. He had struck me before, but the pain was a sweet reminder of his power, a stark contrast to the gentle exploration of my skin. "Your hole is a mess," he said, his voice laced with a hint of disgust that only served to excite me further. "But it's also a masterpiece." His hand hovered over the puddle for a moment before he dipped two fingers in, coating them in the evidence of my used state. He brought them up to my mouth, and without hesitation, I opened, eager to taste the remnants of the night's conquests.

The flavor was a heady mix of salt and tang, a bitterness that coated my tongue. I lapped at his fingers greedily, the pain from the chastity cage and the pierced cock in my thoughts mixing with the desire that burned in my core. He chuckled again, a sound that seemed to resonate through me, filling me with a need that was as much a part of me as the air I breathed. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a balm to the ragged edges of my sanity. "Now, let's see if you can handle a bit more."

The sound of fabric being peeled away was like music to my ears, the rustle of his clothing hitting the floor a prelude to the symphony that was about to begin. I felt his hands on my hips, his grip firm and possessive as he positioned himself behind me. His cock, hard and demanding, nudged at my ravaged opening, the tip probing my sore flesh with a delicious cruelty. I moaned again, the anticipation building to a fever pitch, my entire body taut as a bowstring.

And then he pushed in, slow and deep, his length fully inside me. Each inch of his shaft sank into me with a force that made me gasp, the chastity cage around my cock digging in with every thrust. The pain was exquisite, a fiery brand that seared through my body, setting every nerve alight with sensation. His rhythm was deliberate, a relentless march that claimed me inch by inch, driving away any thought of resistance. The room grew smaller around us, the air thick with the scent of him, the mattress creaking in protest beneath us as he filled me completely.

"You're so worn out, so used," he growled, his voice a dark promise in the night. His hand slid down my back, over the slick skin, coming to rest on the plastic cage that held my cock hostage. His fingers danced around the edges, teasing the hypersensitive skin. "Every man who's had you tonight left their mark. Your ass feels like a true cumdump now." His words were a benediction, a declaration of my purpose that only served to make me want him more.

He withdrew almost all the way, the tip of his cock teasing my abused ring before plunging back in, his grip on my hips tightening. The pain was a white-hot knife, slicing through the fog of arousal that had enveloped me. Each withdrawal brought a whine from my lips, each thrust a muffled cry into the pillow. The cage around my dick bit down, a constant reminder of my role, my body's hunger for release denied even as it was pushed to new heights.

"Remember when I first took you tonight?" His voice was a whisper, a taunt that made me moan with a mix of pain and desire. "How tight and dry your ass was? How much you begged me to stop?" His hand found the chastity cage, his thumb tracing the outline of my trapped cock. "Now look at you," he said, his voice thick with lust. "You're nothing but a loose, sloppy mess."

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I nodded, eager for more. "That's right, cumdump," he murmured. "You're mine to use, to fill up with whatever I want." His hand moved to the poppers, and I felt the cold metal against my neck. "Take a good, deep sniff."

I obeyed, inhaling sharply. The world around me grew fuzzy, my senses heightened to an almost painful degree. The chastity cage grew even more confining, the plastic pressing into my swollen flesh with every breath I took. And then, as if he knew exactly how much I could handle, he began to fuck me harder.

My moans grew louder, the sound echoing off the stained walls of the motel room. Each thrust was a declaration of his dominance, a claim staked deep within my soul. The cage around my cock seemed to shrink, the pressure building unbearably. I could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, his hands digging into my hips as he pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that seemed to match the racing of my heart.

The sound of his skin slapping against mine grew wetter, more urgent, as his pace quickened. The bed frame rattled, a symphony of squeaks and thumps that seemed to crescendo with each driving motion. I could feel the headboard banging against the wall in time with our frantic rhythm, a staccato that punctuated the air like a desperate plea for more. His grip on my hips grew tighter, his nails biting into my skin as he fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violence.

My breaths grew ragged, my moans turning to whimpers as he slammed into me, the chastity cage digging deeper with every thrust. The pain was a living, pulsing entity, a symbiote that fed on the very essence of my being, yet I craved it more than anything. Each slap of his hips against my ass sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, the pain melding with the pleasure in a way that made me question the very fabric of reality.

The grunts that had been his earlier grew more animalistic, his breaths hot and ragged against my neck. It was as if he had shed his human form, revealing the predator that lurked beneath the surface. His teeth grazed my skin, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of my sweat. His movements grew erratic, the force behind them increasing as he approached climax. The bed frame protested, the mattress groaning under our combined weight as he claimed me, marked me as his.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pumping deep inside me. My legs gave out, my body collapsing onto the sticky mattress beneath me, his weight pinning me down as he emptied himself into me. I could feel the warmth of his cum filling my ass, the sensation overwhelming as it mingled with the remnants of the night's earlier conquests. His cock twitched and spasmed, releasing wave after wave of his seed, each pulse sending a jolt of pleasure through me that was almost unbearable.

As he came down from his peak, his weight remained on me, his chest heaving with exertion, his breaths hot and heavy against my neck. The plastic cage around my cock was slick with precum, the pressure unrelenting, a constant reminder of the pleasure I was denied. His grip on my hips loosened, his fingers slipping away, leaving behind bruises that would linger like the memory of his touch.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You liked being converted, didn't you, you cumdump bitch?" His voice was a sinister caress, a smirk in his tone that sent a thrill through me despite the pain and exhaustion. I trembled beneath him, the question hanging in the air like a challenge.

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered out, my voice barely a murmur. His response was to pull out of me, the sudden emptiness leaving me feeling exposed and used. I could feel his hot cum dripping from my ass, a sticky reminder of his claim. His laugh was dark and rich, a sound that seemed to resonate within the very walls of the room.

"You're so naive, cumdump," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Didn't you feel it? The way they fucked you raw, the way they filled you up?" His hand trailed up my back to my neck, his thumb pressing against the pulse point. "They were all positive. And now, so are you."

The revelation hit me like a sledgehammer, my brain reeling from the implications. The night's events took on a new, darker hue. The raw, unprotected fucking, the pain, the pleasure - it was all a twisted game. The tears that had begun to well up in my eyes spilled over, tracing hot lines down my cheeks. I was no longer just a toy, a cumdump for his amusement; I was something else entirely. A breeding ground for his twisted desires.

"You're all fucking positive?" I choked out, the words thick with horror and betrayal. The room spun around me, the edges of my vision blurring. The taste of the poppers was bitter on my tongue, a stark contrast to the sweetness of his earlier touch. His laughter was like a knife, each note cutting deeper into my soul.

"That's right, slut," he said, his voice still a warm, amused rumble. "Every single one of them was packing a little extra love for you." He pulled the blindfold from my eyes, and the harsh light of the motel lamp was a slap in the face. DominantDaddy69 stood over me, his cock glistening with the evidence of his release, a smug smile playing on his lips. The sight of his cock, still hard, made bile rise in my throat. "But don't worry, we were all careful."

The room swam before me, the reality of his words crashing down like a tidal wave. He leaned in, his face a twisted mask of satisfaction. "You see, I had a little plan. You were so eager, so hungry for it, you didn't even notice it, did you?" His eyes gleamed with a malicious delight as he watched the understanding dawn on my face. "You're a walking, breathing, fuckable incubator now."

The rage grew inside me, a fiery beast that demanded vengeance. I stared up at him, his body a blur of muscles and tattoos, his cock still hard from fucking me before. He looked so strong, so dominant, and for a moment, I hated him with every fiber of my being. But that hate was tainted with a darker emotion, a need that coiled in my belly and grew with every breath. Despite the betrayal, I couldn't help but crave more of his touch, more of his dominance.

DominantDaddy69's laughter grew louder, his eyes gleaming with victory. He knew he had me, knew that even as I raged against him, my body was his to command. "Look at you," he said, his voice a velvet purr. "So full of fire. I knew you had it in you." He reached down and stroked my cheek, the gesture surprisingly tender. "You're going to be the best little cumdump the world has ever seen."

With a sudden burst of strength that belied his earlier exhaustion, he rolled me onto my back, the sticky mattress sticking to my skin. His cock, still hard and slick with our combined fluids, slammed back into me without preamble, the plastic cage digging into my abdomen with every thrust. I screamed, the sound muffled by the pillow, my eyes wide with shock and anger. Yet, even as he took me again, I could feel the beginnings of arousal, a treacherous spark that ignited within me despite the horror of his words before.

He laughed, the sound a deep, throaty chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. "Look at you," he said, his eyes glittering with malicious amusement. "Squirm all you want, but you can't change what you are now." His grip on my wrists tightened, his fingers like iron bars, holding me down as he continued to fuck me with a brutal efficiency. "You're a pozz cumdump bitch, and we're going to enjoy every minute of it."

I felt repulsed by him, the man who had started it all, who had filled my head with such vile thoughts and desires. Yet, even as the horror of his revelation sunk in, my body responded. The cage around my cock grew slick with precum, the plastic straining against my swollen flesh. I hated him, but I couldn't escape the thrill of his dominance, the way my body craved the pain and pleasure that came with his touch.

He noticed the change in me immediately, his grin widening as he drove into me again and again. Each thrust seemed to hit a deeper, darker part of me, a place where the line between disgust and arousal blurred into oblivion. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl. "Take it like the good little cumdump you are." The plastic cage dug into my abdomen, a constant reminder of my degradation, yet the pain was a strange comfort, a twisted counterpoint to the warmth that spread through me as he claimed me once more.

With a flick of his wrist, he brought the poppers under my nose again. I inhaled deeply, the harsh chemical scent burning my nostrils. The world grew fuzzy around the edges, my thoughts swirling in a tornado of anger, fear, and a perverse longing for his touch. My body arched off the bed, my ass clenching around his cock as the rush of the poppers hit me full force. The pressure inside me grew, a storm building in intensity with each of his movements.

Each time he hit my prostate, it was like a lightning strike, a jolt of pure pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. My moans grew louder, more desperate, as the tension coiled tighter and tighter. My cock strained against the plastic cage, a desperate animal seeking relief that was just out of reach. His grunts grew more fervent, his hips moving with a purpose that was as much about my destruction as it was about his own release.

The warmth grew, spreading from my core outwards, my skin alight with sensation. The room swam around me, the air thick with the scent of sex and despair. The pain in my ass was a symphony, a crescendo that grew with each powerful thrust, each slap of his body against mine. The chastity cage was a vice, a constant reminder that I was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, a receptacle to be filled and discarded.

My moans grew louder, turning into screams as the pleasure mounted. It was a wildfire, consuming me, burning away any semblance of resistance. Each stroke of his cock was a brand, searing me with a white-hot need that grew with every beat of my racing heart. I felt my body tighten, my muscles coiling like a spring about to snap. The tension grew unbearable, a pressure cooker threatening to explode.

"You like that, don't you, cumdump?" he hissed, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of my shoulder. "You love being used, don't you?" His words were like gasoline on the fire of my arousal, stoking the flames higher. The chastity cage felt like a vice, a constant reminder of my submission. I nodded, unable to form coherent words, my eyes squeezed shut against the harsh reality of the motel room lights.

The feeling grew, a tsunami of pleasure that I could almost not handle anymore. It was as if every nerve ending in my body was screaming for release, and the cage around my cock was the dam holding it back. And then, with a final, brutal thrust, the dam broke. My anal orgasm hit me like a truck, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through my body. I felt it in my toes, in the tips of my fingers, in every inch of my being. It was a full-body orgasm, the kind that made my vision swim and my legs go weak.

DominantDaddy's voice was a distant echo as he continued to fuck me, his thrusts now more urgent, his breathing ragged. Yet, in that moment, I didn't notice him. I was lost in the throes of pleasure, my mind a haze of white-hot need. My body convulsed, muscles spasming around his cock, the cage around my cock pulsing in time with my heart. It was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo that seemed to go on forever, my ass milking him greedily, demanding every last drop of his seed.

The chastity cage was a prison for the fire that raged within me, a barrier that only served to intensify the pleasure. I could feel the warmth of my cum spurting against the plastic, the pressure building until it was all I could think about. Each pulse sent a jolt through my body, a spark that ignited a bonfire of ecstasy. My vision swam, the room spinning around me as the orgasm went on and on, a never-ending wave of bliss that seemed to consume me whole.

The only thing that anchored me was his voice, a distant growl that grew louder, more primal with every second that passed. His hips pumped into me with a fervor that seemed to defy the very fabric of reality. I was lost in the haze of pleasure, floating in a sea of sensation that had no beginning or end. His cock, thick and unyielding, filled me to the brink, the head brushing against the deepest, most sensitive part of my ass with each brutal thrust.

As my orgasm began to wane, I felt his cock thicken, his movements growing erratic, the force behind his thrusts increasing until it was all I could do to hold on. His grip on my wrists tightened, his nails digging into my skin, a pain that only served to fuel the fire within me. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the motel, he came, his hot, sticky semen flooding my ass as he buried himself deep inside me.

The feeling was indescribable, his cum filling me up, mixing with the cum of the men who had come before him. It was a declaration of ownership, a mark that I belonged to him and his depraved world. My body clenched around him, the muscles of my ass rippling and pulsing as I felt the warmth of his release deep within me. Each pulse of his cock sent aftershocks of pleasure through me, my own orgasm subsiding to make way for the intense feeling of being filled.

DominantDaddy69 let himself fall onto me, his heavy frame pressing me into the sticky, stained mattress. The weight was a comfort, a reminder that I was his, that he was in control. His chest heaved against my back, his breaths hot and ragged as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his words a mix of praise and degradation that only served to excite me further.

As my body began to come down from the high of my first full-body orgasm, the pain in my ass grew more intense. The chastity cage was a constant, throbbing presence, a reminder of my new role in his twisted world. Each breath was a struggle, the air thick with the scent of sweat and semen, the mattress sticking to my skin like a second layer. I could feel the plastic cutting into my cock, the pressure unbearable as my body begged for the sweet relief that was denied to me.

DominantDaddy69 climbed off me, his cock slipping from my sore opening with a wet sound that made me wince. He began to dress, his movements deliberate and calm, as if he hadn't just fucked me into oblivion. His eyes never left me as he pulled on his leather pants, his belt buckle glinting in the harsh motel light. Each piece of clothing was a silent declaration that our time together was over, that he had claimed his prize and was moving on.

I lay there, my body a trembling mess, still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm. The chastity cage was a constant, painful reminder of my new role, a symbol of my complete and utter submission to him and the twisted games he played. My legs were like jelly, unable to support my weight, so I remained sprawled on the bed, a cum-soaked mess.

He walked over to the nightstand, his footsteps heavy on the sticky floor. I heard the clink of metal, the sound of the chastity cage keys being pulled from the drawer. "You don't mind if I take this, do you?" he said, his voice a smug purr that made my stomach churn. I couldn't bring myself to respond, my moan the only sound that escaped my lips.

The weight of his gaze was like a physical presence, his eyes raking over me one last time before he bent down, his hand wrapping around the base of my cock. With a cruel twist, he pulled the plastic cage free, the sudden release of pressure making me gasp. He chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Such a good boy, taking it all," he murmured, his thumb tracing the outline of my still-sensitive shaft.

The keys jingled in his hand as he straightened, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll be sure to keep these safe," he said, tucking them into his pocket. "You never know when I might need them again."

With that, he turned and made his way towards the door, his steps deliberate and unhurried. I could feel his gaze on me, a brand that marked me as his, even as the reality of what had transpired sunk in. "I'll see you at your party next week," he called over his shoulder, the smugness in his voice a final slap in the face.

The words barely registered through the haze of pain and pleasure. Party? What party? I was too drained, too lost in the fog of my own degradation to make sense of his parting shot. All I knew was the ache in my ass, the stickiness between my legs, and the heavy weight of the chastity cage that had been my constant companion through the night.

As the door clicked shut behind him, the room grew quiet, save for the faint sounds of the city outside. The motel's neon sign cast a sickly glow through the grimy window, throwing jagged shadows across the room. The smell of sex and despair lingered in the air, a noxious perfume that seemed to cling to my very soul.

Exhausted and overwhelmed, my body gave in to the siren's call of sleep, dragging my consciousness into the oblivion of darkness. The ache in my ass was a distant echo, the plastic cage a cold, hard reminder of my new reality. As the world faded away, my thoughts swirled with confusion and fear. What party could he possibly be talking about? Was this some twisted afterthought, a parting gift of humiliation?

My slumber was abruptly shattered by the sound of someone banging on the door, the thuds echoing through the stillness of the motel room. The sharp voice of a woman pierced the silence, "Room service! You need to check out, sir!" I jolted awake, my body sticky with cum and sweat, the cage around my cock a constant presence. Panic set in as I realized the time had slipped away from me, and the cleaning lady was waiting outside to clean up the mess of the night.

With trembling legs, I managed to get up, my ass aching from the relentless pounding I'd endured. I stumbled over to the door, peeking through the peephole to see her standing there with a mop and a cart, her expression a mix of amusement and disgust. "Looks like you had quite the party," she said with a laugh, her eyes lingering on the chastity cage. "But you gotta go now, I've got work to do."

My cheeks burned with humiliation as I turned away from the door, scanning the room for any sign of my clothes. They were nowhere to be found, but scattered around the room were articles of clothing that didn't belong to me. The scent of sex was thick, a miasma that clung to everything, and the sticky floor made a disgusting sound with every step I took.

My eyes fell on a leather jockstrap, discarded on the floor next to the bed. It was stiff with cum, but it was something to wear, and I was desperate to cover my bare ass. I bent down, wincing as my sore muscles protested, and picked it up. The material was cold and unforgiving against my skin, but I pulled it on, the chastity cage pressing into my abdomen, a stark reminder of the night's events.

Then, I spotted a tight black shirt, also likely left by DominantDaddy69, thrown over the chair in the corner. It smelled faintly of his cologne, a scent that made my stomach churn with a mix of arousal and dread. I slipped it over my head, the fabric clinging to my sweaty body. The shirt was too small, highlighting my chest and leaving the bottom off my back exposed, but it was better than nothing. The door rattled again, the cleaning lady's impatient knocks growing louder.

I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the humiliation that was about to come. I grabbed my phone and wallet from the nightstand, the only things that felt like they belonged to me in this sea of discarded lust. My hand hovered over the chastity cage key, lying there like a macabre trophy of the night's events. I had to leave it behind; I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me struggle with it.

With the leather jockstrap and too-tight shirt on, I spotted a pair of low-cut leather pants in the mess. They were a size too small, but I managed to pull them up over my sticky legs. The pants clung to my skin, the material cold against my bruised thighs. I could feel the cage pressing against the leather, the seam cutting into my skin as the pants rode up slightly, leaving my ass partly exposed. The plastic dug into my swollen flesh, a stark reminder of my degradation.

Grabbing my phone and backpack, I took one last look around the room. The bed was a tapestry of stains, the sheets twisted into a knot of depravity. The sight of my reflection in the mirror was a sucker punch to the gut. The trampstamp above my ass was a declaration to the world of what I'd become, and the small biohazard symbol on my cheek peeked above the waistline of the pants, a sinister reminder of the unspoken risks that had been taken.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, the chilly air of the motel hallway hitting me like a slap in the face. The cleaning lady's eyes widened at the sight of me, the leather leather pants and too-small shirt leaving little to the imagination. She couldn't help but stare, her gaze lingering over me with a look of disgust. I felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over me as I stepped out, the stickiness of cum making the leather pants cling to my legs with every step.

At the reception, the clerk barely glanced up from his newspaper, his eyes flicking over my disheveled state before returning to the headlines. He had seen it all before, or so I assumed. "Looks like you had quite the night," he said, his voice laced with a smirk. "You want to check out, I'm guessing?"

My cheeks flamed with humiliation, but I nodded, handing over the key. He took it without a word, his gaze lingering on the chastity cage that was clearly visible through the leather pants. He typed something into the computer, then slid a bill across the counter. "You're all set. Enjoy the rest of your day," he said, his tone mocking.

I walk away towards the metro. My body exposed for eveybody to see. They can see what i am, a cheap pozz cumdump bitch, and that all thanks to DominantDaddy. I my phone buzzes and i see it's him. He has send me a picture it is an ivetation with a picture of me beeing fuck by two guys. In the bottom pictures it says: " who want to breed this pozz cumdump the coming weekend. It starts friday evening at ten till sunday afternoon. I grunt but i know i cannot decline. DominantDaddy has me in his contol. 

The next couple of weeks are a flurry of happenings. I go to the party and than some more of his parties. I visit his friends. They take me to clubs where i get fucked by even more anonymous guys. I get tested several times. The result is everytime the same; positive. I give in to the new lifestyle and become a total cumdump that doesn't refuse any loads.

[BBdutchass]

I  will continue first wirh another new story. But i plan to make follow up stories starting in a while with the story about the party. If you have request or tips ler me know and maybe i will incorporate them in that or another story

[austin_submale]

This is really great!  I totally enjoyed it!!!

 

[Smudger]

Wow, what a story... I wish for this.

 

Great writing and I loved the sleaze and helpless situation. Need more like this one.