Drugged by the Cuck

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It’s been a week since the cuck drugged me. It’s been a week of taking loads and living my fantasy. All I’ve done is lift weights and take cock. I’ve quit my job, broke up with my partner, and came out to the world that I’m a dirty slut. Well, the cuck recorded and posted a video of me getting slammed and fucked to X. He also had me email it to everyone at work and text it to my ex, family, and friends. I was tweaked out. I looked directly at the camera saying that I’m a dumb faggot and I hated my life. Want to expose myself as the cum greedy whore who wants to live through his hole and be a sex slave. And just like that, all the work to become a lawyer, down the drain. The years spent with my partner, gone. I was getting so bored with my former life anyway. The cuck knew this. Even though he was the one that pushed me to this new life, it was my plan all along. I’m proud of the cuck for following through. Didn’t think he had the guts to do it, but I guess he didn’t want to lose access to my pussy. 

Let’s back up a bit. I’m Eli. 35 years old, 5’8”.  Indonesian. Do CrossFit 5x a week. My ass and pecs have their own zip code. Worked at a big corporate law firm. Was with my partner, Patrick, for 7 years. Met him at a conference at the end of law school. Thought he was the love of my life. He fit the bill for everything I wanted back then: 6’3”, muscular, smart, and sweet. But he was so small. I tried to convince myself the first year that his looks, personality, and how he treated me were enough. He was so good to me, but also so boring in bed. I barely felt him, and he always came super quickly. Tried to broad the idea of an open relationship, but he freaked each time. So I did what anyone in my position would do: cheat. I knew having a partner like Pat would look great as I climb the corporate ladder. A hot guy like me with a hot partner like Pat screamed power couple, and I like power. So I told Pat that I needed to stay late at work to buckle down to impress the partners. Ever sweet Pat didn’t think twice. He pressed the I believe button and gave me an unlimited space to collect loads at our local bathhouse. Those initial years of cheating and collecting loads fed my ego. I had a hot dumb boyfriend, a well paying corporate law job, and a smoking body that got me lots of loads during each of my bathhouse trips. I got drunk from being wanted. So my narcissism and sluttiness grew.

Over time, it wasn’t enough for me to collect loads. I needed to be worshipped. I was getting more jacked and was getting tired of how automatic it was to get bred. I needed to exert more control. To further flex my privilege. That’s when I hatched the idea to get another boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend though. I wanted a cuck. So I upped my lies. One night after dinner, I told Pat I was on the express track for partner, but that meant I needed to work on the weekends too and late more often. Told him the process can take up to 5 years. He said he understood and planned to start taking ceramics classes. lol. I started to undress and told him my pussy was hungry for his cum. It had been ages since he had fucked me. I told him I wanted him to fuck me, but first that he needed to sniff my hole. So we 69, but I told him keep his pats on so I could rub him through his clothes. He was confused but agreed. He dove into my cum-encrusted hole while I rubbed his hard cock through his pants. I wanted him to smell all the loads I had inside me. I’m sure he suspected that was cum, but was too scared to ask. I kept rubbing him and he started moaning. He asked me to stop because he was close and wants to breed me. I told him to beg to breed my hole. 

“Please let me breed your hole! I miss it so much!” Pat screamed. I sped up my rubbing and soon after he nutted through his pants. 

“Aw babe, you came prematurely again,” I said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, but this is why it’s so hard to play with you. It’s ok. I love you.”

He was going to say something, when I pulled his head in for a kiss. I knew I was cleared to find my second boyfriend after that.

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2.

I started to spend almost every night at the bathhouse. I knew I would find my prey there, and I was right. I watched him for a few weeks before I made my move. He was the perfect combo of hot, desperate, horny, and had low self esteem. He was at the bathhouse every weekend, sometimes multiples times in the same weekend. I ignored him the first few times we crossed each other in the hall. He eyed me, but I just looked past him. I knew he was hungry for me, but I wanted him starving. He was probably in his late 20d, early 30d. He had a good build, like he played sports in high school but stopped. Still has a muscular frame, but wrapped around layers of age and beer blubber. I saw him top some of the faggots on the fuck bench and sling in the darkrooms. What shocked me was how small his cock is. Even smaller than Pat. Perfect to humiliate and break his psyche. What sealed it for me was the type of guys I saw him approaching: shorter Asian guys. I was his type, which meant my pretty privilege was going to get me far. 

So after a few weeks, I decided to make my move. Or more accurately, I gave him permission to make his move. One night I sustained eye contact with him when we crossed each other. The next time I saw him, I smiled and told him I was going to the hot tub. He followed and sat next to me. I soaked for a while before I started to feel my body. I was tweaking my nipples when I turned and looked at him. I started jerking my cock with my other hand while I looked at him. He looked back at me in silence, running his eyes up and down my body. Eventually he broke the silence and introduced himself. Jesus. I told him I’ve seen him around here before. Told me he likes to have sex. That he’s seen me around a lot too. Told him I love sex too and my hole is throbbing for some cock rn. Without notice, I got on top of him, our chests touching. I wrapped my arms around his back so that our faces were right against each other. His cock was rubbing against my loose pussy.

“I’m really horny for some cock right now. Do you have a room we can go back to?” 

He nodded.

I leaned into his ears and whispered, “Take me back and blow my brains out. Now.”

He took my hand and led me out of the hot tub. We walked to his room and he got to my knees to suck him the moment we entered. I more loudly to give the impression I was impressed with his cock. Time to begin the psychological training. I stood up and placed his hands on my torso. I guided it up and down so he could feel my muscles. I looked at him and said that I needed to tell him something. That I’m actually cheating on my boyfriend by being here, but I need cock because my body demands it. I told him that I only fuck people who love cheaters. He said he didn’t care. I told him that my bf has a super small penis and it’s so unsatisfying. He’s also so vanilla so I don’t have any fun. I asked him if he would be willing to get nasty with me and fuck me with his big dick? He seemed to enjoy that last part. I needed to stroke his ego so I could break it down. 

He said he would do anything for me. So I got on the bed and lifted my legs in the air. I told him to come mount me with his big dick. I squirted some lube on my hole, even though it wasn’t necessary. As his cock lined against my hole, I told him I want to see him fry his brains on poppers. I gave him a few whiffs to start him off. His face barely flushed. I was going to fry this popper pig’s brain. I told him to take 30 hits. Only then could he start fucking me. And he did. All 30. His fave was so red and he was drooling as he fucked me. It was so pathetic and fun to see him destroy himself to access my hole. He came pretty quickly. But instead of pulling out, he took more hits and kept pumping. This went on for a few rounds. I wondered if he feared the end of our encounter once he pulled out, so he forced himself to continue. Or if this is his true stamina. I let him cum a few more times in me until I stopped him. I let him spoon me so he could feel my abs while I talked. I told him how this was fun, but if I was being honest, it reminds me of sex with my bf since Jesus and him are kinda similar in size. Jesus was silent. I told him one of the reasons I cheat is to get bigger cock. If I hook up with Jesus, I’m not going to get my fix. I told him that I wanna keep hooking up with him though because he’s so hot. That perked him up and he started to grab me more tightly. I told him if he found me big dicked guys to fuck me tonight, I’ll let him fuck me at the end. I told him this way we both would get what we wanted. He agreed and tried to slide inside. I turned around, grabbed his face, and sternly said no. I was in charge and he needs to find me dick first if he wants to fuck me. I asked him if he understood. He nodded, and I softened my gaze. I gave him a peck and said, go find me some dick baby. I’m hungry. 

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3.

That night, he found me 6 guys. For the last two guys, I told him to tell them that he’s asking because his dick is too small for me. I made him wait outside his room while those guys fucked me. I made sure to talk about how small Jesus is with the last guy. We mocked him, and I said I didn’t even know he was inside me during the 4 times he nutted in me. We laughed. I said loudly so Jesus could hear that I think he might even be in love with me. What a fucking loser the guy fucking me said. 

After the last guy bred me, I told Jesus to take his place. I lived his Jesus’s fingers and told him to rub my pussy and feel how sloppy it is. I held a bottle of poppers to his nose and told him he needs to give me a number. That’s how long he has to sniff for. The higher the number, the higher the chances I’ll see him again after to tonight. He said 500. I laughed. I told him to sniff to 50. He held my face with one hand and his other had still exploring my cunt. He stared into my eyes as I fed him the poppers. His fingers started to twist more violently as he neared 50. He let out a massive sigh and pulled me into kiss. Perhaps by accident, he stated fisting me and I moaned in genuine ecstasy. Yyyyouuree rrriie, I ddeeww lahhh yewww, he mumbled. His hand explored my hole. His fingers dancing against the walls. He pulled out and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked. He inserted back to my hole. He repeated this until I felt something strange building. I moaned louder and he stopped pulling out to feed me. Instead, he focused on my hole and made love to it with his hand, stopping every now and then so I could feed on poppers. I became mush and melted into him. My small frame effortlessly nestled into his wide, footballer build. He fisted me until I squirted. That didn’t stop him. He kept feeding me poppers and fisting me. I was in another universe for the 20 or 30 so minutes he continued this prostate worship. My hole was starting to wear out, so I stopped him. As I got up, he hugged me from behind and pulled me back into him. I told him to be here next Friday. He said ok and I left. 

I didn’t even bother showering before going home. I got into bed around 3AM, and Pat was deep asleep. I got into bed. Fell asleep. Not sure how long after, I awoke to Pat lifting the sheets to sniff my hole. He must have known, but didn’t say anything. I wonder if he’s too scared or secretly enjoys being cucked. Either way, I move a bit as if I were about to wake up. He pretends to fall asleep. My other other cuck. I feel him rub himself and eventually stop. I assume he came and fell back asleep. 

In the morning, we cuddled. I could feel the dried cum on his stomach, and I’m sure he could feel the dried avalanche on my hole and back. Neither of us said anything. We scooted closer, and I told him I needed to go back to work. He kissed my back and said ok. Pat is hot. A lot more muscular than most of the anon guys who fuck me. Certainly more than Jesus. But his muscles do little for me. Pat is so timid. Sweet, but not a dom bone in his body. And too scared to admit he’s a sub. 

I leave for the gym. I get a great workout in, and make my way back to the bathhouse. My pussy was rested and ready for more loads. As I walk in, I see Jesus wait in by the entrance lockers. He saw me and lit up and started to walk with me. I was confused but kept walking to my room. I said I thought I told him Friday. He said he is here to help me look for loads. That’s it. I got to my room and as I started to unlock it, he said I could use his room. He got the XL room. I told him to show me. Once we got to the room, I saw that he had a fisting station set up with Vaseline and gloves. I looked at him and said I’ll use his room. But he needs to find me 20 loads, or else no play on Friday. He agreed. After he left, I took some E and enjoyed the next few hours. Jesus brought at least 20 guys. I was lost in the haze of sex. So many guys passed through the room and came inside me. My hole was tingling and sore by the last guy. I thought I for sure had to tap out, but like last night, Jesus’s hands were deep inside my hole. I came while he fisted me. 

And that became our pattern. Jesus and I would rotate through the different bathhouses and arcades to find me dick. And his hands always be deep inside after. He really learned to pleasure me with his hands. There were nights where the fisting was the main event. During those nights, I would share with him my darkest fantasies. How I wanna feed my partner to make him gain lots of weight, and then help him lose weight and get muscular. How I hated my job and wanted to be a full time slut. Through his magical hands, he learned about the time I tried meth and loved how horny it made me. I told him I loved my body and using it to seduce men. He listened and rubbed my insides. 

One night, Jesus brought out a bag of food and asked me if I wanted to watch him eat it. 

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Amazingly twisted already.. More please. More!

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4.

One night, Jesus brought out a bag of food and asked me if I wanted to watch him eat it. I asked him what this was. He said he wants to fulfill my fantasy of getting someone to become fat. I asked him if he isn’t scared of me leaving him? And he said no. I asked why. He said he thinks I’m in love with him since we’ve been seeing each other now for nearly 3 years. Could that be true? Has it been 3 years already? And love him? The fuck? I don’t know if I love him, but I know my hole loves his hands. Our fisting sessions are almost like a healing ritual post-cumdump mode. I know I need those hands. Whatever.

I tell him to start eating. I call him a fat piece of shit. He scarfs the food down. Burger after burger. When he’s done, I tell him to jack off inside me with his greasy hands. He happily obliged and my hole earned a nice load. He started doing this almost every night, bringing food and eating it in front of me. Sometimes I would jerk his cock while he ate. I let him cum inside me almost every time, to let him know I was really into this. He was growing, almost doubling in size by the fifth month. His breathing was more labored and he moved more slowly. It was so hot to see him transform his body like this for me. He knew I got off on power, and he was willing to supply an infinite amount. One night after his feeding, he got on top of me and I looked him dead in the eye. I said that now that he’s so heavy, even I can’t overpower him. So if he or anyone ever wants me full time, all they’d have to do is overpower me. Put the right drugs in me. And expose me.

By this point, I was unsatisfied. I had been with Pat for 7 years. Bland. Boring. My job paid well but was soul sucking. I did make partner but hated the work. I wanted the only thing that’s ever made me happy in life: power. And with Jesus, I had all the power I wanted. I get to be a slut. So I gave Jesus instructions to fulfill my lifelong fantasy to be drugged and made a sex slave. I told him how to mix the meth into the lube. I told him what type of guys would make my pussy purr while high and videotaped. I told him where to position the cameras to get the best angles of my hole, physique, and face. I told him to make sure no one grabs my hair because I will get it done for the recording. I gave him my phone password. I was ready to have a new life, but I wanted it set up for me. 

After I gave him the instructions, I asked him two things. First, did he have any questions? He did not. I also told him to record my instructions with his phone, so he could always relisten. Second, where does he want his name tattooed on my body? His eyes lit up. “You mean it baby?” He asked. His burger breath repulsed me. He was always sticky from his body sweats, so there was a thin layer of constant BO. He repulsed me and turned me on at once. But I was falling for him. Or maybe I’ve long fallen for him and I’m just now acknowledging it. Whatever it is, I wanted his hands. I got on his lap and told him to fist me. His greasy hands squirted lube and started to work my hole. He simulated rubbing against my hole and putting something there. 

“Just like that?” He asked. 

I nodded. He inverted me and poured lube directly into my hole. Just like that. I nodded. He grabbed my throat and said no hair. As he squeezed my neck and worked my hole, I looked at him and said, “I love you.” I exploded and hit my eye and chin. 

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5. 

Jesus kept fisting me for another 15 minutes or so. Then we got dressed and went to the nearest tattoo parlor. I got a tattoo that says “property of Jesus” right above my left cheek that run to my crack. It was a statement. Jesus said he wanted to get my name tattooed on him too and that I should decide where. I wanted it on his cock so everyone knows who owns that pathetic snub. The tattoo artist fucked me, and Jesus fisted me after. It was so hot. 

I got home and crashed on the bed with Pat. When the sun rose, I woke to Pat staring at my back. I knew what was coming would be so fun to rewatch. So I set up my phone and hit record. 

I looked over to Pat. He was processing the tattoo, but as expected, doesn’t say anything. Instead, he starts jerking his cock. He walks up to me and cums on my back, some of it hitting my tattoo. Pat had been more sexual lately. I noticed he was texting Duyen, my best friend from high school, more. The two of them hanging out and posting pics on snap and IG. Plus Pat was looking more jacked than normal. His muscles extra defined, like he’s been pumping extra hard at the gym. I wouldn’t be surprised if Pat saw the writing on the wall and found someone else, someone who would actually appreciate him. Duyen is an amazing person and will be a great partner to Pat. Unlike me who gaslit him and withheld sex from him to stoke his fears and anxiety. I’m happy for Pat. Duyen isn’t as hot as me, so I want Pat to enjoy my body while he still can. 

“Pat, come here. Do you see what’s on my ass?” He nodded. “Do you know what that means?” He shook his head. “Pat, don’t play dumb baby. You know what that means, don’t you?” He nodded. “Tell me. Say it out loud. What does it mean?” 

“We’re done.”

“Close, but yes. We’re almost at the end, baby. You’re fucking Duyen?”

He looked shocked. 

“It’s ok. Tell me. I’m not mad.”

He nodded.

“I’m happy for you baby. He’ll be good to you. But he’ll never be as hot as me. You agree?”

He nodded.

“You prefer to fuck me over him?”

He nodded. 

“Say it out loud Pat. Who do you prefer to fuck?”

“You, I prefer to fuck you over Duyen.”

“If you married Duyen and I wanted you to divorce him so you can fuck me, would you do it?”

He nodded.

“Pat, I’m not fucking around right now. If you want to fuck me you need to speak up.”

“I would divorce him without a doubt so I can fuck you!”

And like that, I got on Pat’s pathetic cock and rode it. He came after three pumps. I looked directly at my phone. I sent the recording to Duyen with the message, “Just so you know who he truly belongs to. Have a good life 😘”

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6.

Damn my body was rocking in that video. After the cuck exposed me, somehow my video with Pat was also leaked. I wonder who did that? 🤭 Pat kinda became a mini amateur hot shot. A lot of OF stars had him as guests with the intent of trying to seduce him so he would prefer them over me. He never once strayed. Which meant he became more in demand, pulling some major hotties. But never strayed. Ever. But that’s today. We’re almost at Dday. 

In the days leading up to the Friday, I recorded a handful of videos with Pat where he babbles about how he will never love anyone as much as me. How Duyen is a cheap consolation. A bunch of those videos that I would trickle throughout their relationship to assert my dominance. Because through all this, I realized that Pat is another person who will do anything to please me. So I want to let him experience a different life, and when I’m ready, recall him. My original small dick cuck. But not my true love cuck. That honor belongs to Jesus. But I’m greedy, and I’m going to collect as many cucks as I can. 

So that Friday came and I told Pat to set up our bedroom. I told him to clear the areas where the cameras would go. He set up extra curtains and lighting in our bedroom. We were in there when Jesus knocked at the front door. I told Pat to stay. I got the front door. I buried myself into Jesus’s bear body. His burger sweats filled my nostrils. He bear hugged me and ran his magical hands over my body. I took his hands and brought him upstairs to the bedroom. He spotted Pat. Their first time meeting. Years or stories and tension swirled in the room. I wasted no time. I told Jesus to get naked and have a seat on the armchair. I got naked and grabbed the magical lube and waved Pat over. “You know what this is Patty?” He shook his head. “This is lube laced with meth to make me horny. The more that goes in my hole, the sluttier I become.” Pat was processing everything. “Come here,” I whispered. “The moment this lube enters me, we are done. It’s going in me no matter what. But you have a choice. Either Jesus can be the one to inject this, or you can Patty. You get the power to end this relationship by turning me into a whore. What do you say Patty? Do you want to push this in me? Or should Jesus?”

“Me!!” Pat said.

Jesus and I cackled. “Too bad,” Jesus said. He dipped his finger in the lube and stuck it up me. He poured some on his dick and pushed me down on his cock. Then he inverted me and poured more into me. My ass felt slick and warm. There was a bit left in the bottle and Jesus gave it to Pat and told him to finish me off. Take agency over his life. So he wiped the lube bottle and stuck his finger inside me and nutted in the process. Jesus and I laughed. 

I looked at Jesus and said I expect the guys to be hot. He leaned in to kiss me and said of course they are. He smelled kind of gross but I liked it. My ass was starting to burn, and I was starting to tweak. But I wanted to take off. So I told Jesus to smoke me out. Will make the room cloudy for the videos. My lover took out a pipe and fed me. I took like 10 big hits and the room was cloudy! Jesus and Pat took some hits too. I think everyone knew what was happening was once in a lifetime and to think of the consequences later. I was so high I was stating to dissociate. Game time. The guys Jesus found had been there this whole time or if they entered, I didn’t hear them. The first guy walked up and entered me in one go. I couldn’t fully see what he looked like because my vision was so blurry. But I knew he was muscular and tall. I also felt hair over Josh tight muscles. That and a blinding light every now and then that was followed by questions like “who am I” “what I do” “what is happening” “do I love this?” They fed me more meth and apparently Jesus had another thing of special lube. Jesus really outdid himself. He invited so many guys I had played with over the years. There was a constant trickle of guys for what felt like forever. I was so happy that at one point, after asking for more special lube, I hugged Jesus and slurred that I love him. People cheered. I couldn’t see who was in the room but from the sound of the cheers, it sounded like everyone who had fucked me so far. And that’s how the night/weekend went. Special lube and cock. My nirvana. And once the lube ran out, people slowly left until it was me, cuck, Duyen and Pat. Cuck followed my orders and texted everyone those videos he recorded. He posted it to X. I quickly got fired at work. Probably blacklisted too. 

But financially I was fine. Jesus and Pat were supporting me. I’m sure Pat was using Duyen’s money to support me too. That and the one off tips I got from guys who fucked me. They were paying for access to me body and to help preserve it. I was going to the gym, spa, bathhouse, anywhere not work. It has been one week since that night I lost consciousness from the magical lube, and I have loved every minute of it. I am always high and full of cum. I told Jesus that his next project is to find me a boyfriend that will replace him.