Welcum to the Neighborhood

Inspired by actual experiences, this chapter picks up minutes after chapter 1.

“Oh shit. What happened?!” The thought hit me so hard I fell back against my front door. I looked at my watch and saw that I had been gone almost 90 minutes. I had jogged to a nearby house to meet a guy for a hookup. We fooled around and somehow, I had let him bareback me and breed me. I had let myself become his cumdump to use again.

His profile on the app said he was negative, but I had not even tried to confirm that. Who knew how long ago his last HIV test was? Nausea washed over me. What if he carried another sexually transmissible infection? I just moved here. My health insurance didn’t kick in for another week. What was I thinking?

Then, I remembered. I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t think through the charm, lust, hunger, and submission that SunnyBeachBod inflicted. My cock twitched and began to thicken. I realized that he had cum—inside me—but I had not cum yet. I thought about masturbating, but it was late, and I was too anxious now about the consequences of my actions. I needed to sleep. I would just have to find a free clinic tomorrow. Locking up, I headed for the shower and then to bed.

The next day, I opened the app. He was not online, so I sent him a message with my phone number and a note that I hoped we could chat soon about what had happened and how far I had let things go. I found a free clinic that told me what I already knew. It was too soon for any of their tests to detect any STIs. A quick HIV test returned a negative result, which confirmed that I was negative last night. I would have to test again in 3 months. In the meantime, they prescribed a post-exposure prophylaxis for HIV and an antibiotic to prevent a bacterial STI from developing. I dutifully took the medications. I kept eating healthfully. I worked out. I went for my usual runs but with a small change in my route. I made a point of running past his house on my way out and back. Maybe I would see him, and we could talk.

Before he dismissed me to return home, he had told me that his seed would take root. I felt a gnawing hunger for him since then and it seemed to get stronger with every passing day. Every time I thought about him, though, I imagined him breeding me. I would remind myself that I practiced safer sex and would need to insist on a condom if he ever fucked me again. My body wretched at the idea, but I knew that was the smart and right thing to do. If he ever contacted me again.

About nine days after he messaged me the first time, my phone chimed in the middle of the night. It woke me at 4:11a.m. Half asleep, I picked up my phone and opened the message. It was from him, “Hey boi. Wake up.”

I felt a rush of excitement but also some fear. Maybe I could just ignore the message. It was the middle of the night, so I could always just say that I didn’t see the message until morning.

“Unlock your front door.”

My stomach dropped. I realized that I had opened his first message. He knew I had read it and not answered.

“Sorry, Sir. Are you outside my house?” I replied.

“Unlock your front door, boi.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Sir. The last time we met up, I wound up letting you fuck me bareback and breed me. That was not like me. If I open the door, I’m afraid that will happen again.”

In the dark of my bedroom lit only by the glow from my phone’s screen and some faint moonlight, I sat on the side of my bed listening to my heart pound. I stared at my phone. The message showed that he had read it, but the three bubbles didn’t appear. He wasn’t typing. The screen timed out and went dark. Why wasn’t he typing anything? Was he expecting me to just unlock the door for him when I hadn’t heard from him in days?

My phone chimed. He had sent me a new message. I opened it and drew in a deep breath. It was a picture of him at a beach in a Speedo swim trunk. His hair looked a bit disheveled from the water and wind, but it was still very sexy. His eyes were behind dark sunglasses. His skin glowed, and his tattoos accented his muscles well. Because of the low rise of the Speedo, his Celtic knot tattoo was in full view. Then, I felt a familiar sensation. Lust flooded my brain, and the need to submit overwhelmed my fear and anger. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw three bubbles right below the image.

Then, he sent his text, “Obey.”

With phone in hand and eyes locked on the Celtic knot tattoo, I got out of bed and made my way to my front door. I turned the deadbolt and the latch on the knob. I was about to open the door when another message appeared.

“Get back into bed naked.”

As if in a dream, I dropped my sleep shorts to the floor, turned, and walked back to my bed.

“Under the covers. Face down.”

Still holding my phone so I could see the tattoo, my body slipped under the covers and then rolled onto its stomach. My cock was hardening underneath me. From the front of the house, I heard the door open for a moment and close. My phone went dark as I heard the click of the deadbolt followed by footfalls that stopped suddenly. Then, my phone screen lit with the chime of a new message, “Which way to your bed, boi?”

My fingers typed quickly, “Through the living room, left hallway, first door on right, Sir.” My ears heard his footfalls begin again. He was approaching the door, and my heart raced. With my body on its stomach, my eyes could not get a view of the door, but my ears could tell that he had just stepped into the room.

He spoke, “There you are, boi. Thanks for running past my place this week. You led me to your house.”

My phone screen went dark. “Put your phone away. You don’t need it now.”

The sound of him removing his clothes was quiet but seductive. Then, he stepped into view. His form was dark, lit only by what little moonlight reflected off of objects outside and shone through the window. He lifted the covers slightly and slipped beneath them. The way his body moved across the mattress toward me had an almost slithering quality to it. He slid onto my back and positioned his cock in the cleavage of my buttocks. His chest pressed into my back. He slid his arms under my torso and used his fingers to find my nipples. As he pressed and rubbed my nipples with his fingers, his nose pressed into my hair on the back of my neck. He tilted his head until his teeth caught my earlobe with light pressure. A moan slowly rose in my throat.

Then, his hands were gone from my nipples. With one hand, he maneuvered his cock to find its target. It was wet with precum now, so he easily slid the head into the fuckhole. My body inhaled suddenly. He spoke softly in my ear, his hot breath caressing it, “What are you, boi?”

“Your cumdump, Sir.”

He moaned low and deep, “Mmm. My cock is drooling into this fuckhole, boi.” He didn’t push deeper, but hips moved side to side. He wanted his precum to lube every inch of the fuckhole before he pushed deeper. As he did, the pressure and pain gave way to pleasure. I panted, grunted, and moaned as he moved inside the fuckhole.

“You need my cock deeper inside the fuckhole, boi.”

His words became my thoughts. A deep breath filled my lungs, and I felt the hole open more. As it did, his cock slipped deeper. I gasped. He slid his arms under my shoulders and then interlaced his fingers on the back of my head.

“Deeper, boi.” He pressed my head against the pillow.

Another deep breath filled my lungs, and his cock slipped deeper.

“Open yourself to me, boi.”

I felt the hole obey and his cock driving deeper.

“So close now, boi. You want to open fully to me now.”

“Aye, Sir. Fully.” My voice replied, and then, I felt the hole relax deeper than I had ever felt before. His cock was balls deep, and he growled low and guttural.

Almost imperceptibly, he began to grind his hips against me. We laid like this for a few minutes. The subtle motion was driving me wild. I whimpered and heard him chuckle. Then, he would whisper against my ear, “Yeah. You like this bare cock drooling inside the fuckhole.”

I whimpered, “Your bare cock, Sir… feels so good.”

Eventually, I felt him shift on top of me. He released my head and reached for a bottle of lube I kept on my nightstand. Pushing himself up with one arm, he slid his cock back until only the tip was inside me. I felt the cold lube dripping on my ass. I felt him push in and then pull back. More lube. Another thrust. More lube. Another thrust but this time, he plunged his cock deep inside me and collapsed onto my back. He returned the lube to the nightstand, and then, he began fucking my ass in earnest.

He pressed his hands against my back, pinning me under him. His cock drilled the fuckhole with singular abandon. The intensity of the pleasure he inflicted opened my fuckhole to his cock more than the first encounter. It also opened my will to his influence more deeply. He sensed my submission and receptivity to suggestion.

“You love getting fucked by my bare cock.” He commanded.

“Aye, Sir. This fuckhole loves your bare cock fucking it.”

“Repeat that, boi.”

“Aye Sir. This fuckhole loves your bare cock fucking it.”

“Again.”

I repeated it, and he made me repeat it again and again.

Then he switched it up on me. “This fuckhole loves for my cock to breed it.”

I felt a rush, “Aye Sir. This fuckhole loves for your cock to breed it.”

“Beg for my load, boi.”

“Fuck, Sir,” I whimpered. “Please. Fill this cumdump with Your Seed. Please, Sir. Breed me!”

He drove in hard and pushed his torso up and off of me as he let out a long shout. I felt his cock pumping and pumping rope after rope of cum into my eager ass. When he was done, he commanded me to squeeze his cock as he pulled out. When he had dismounted, he told me to keep his load in me all day. He quietly got dressed.

As he pulled his shirt onto his body, he picked up my phone. He asked for the unlock code, and I told him. He opened the text messages and showed me the pic he sent earlier. My eyes locked on the Celtic knot. Then, he left parting instructions. “When I tell you to sleep, you will go back to sleep. When your alarm sounds, you will wake refreshed and remember that you are MY cumdump. I will text you further instructions when I am ready to use you again.”

He turned the phone so I couldn’t see the screen anymore and tapped a few times. “There. I can’t have you accidentally see the labyrinth or share my picture.”

Then, he laid the phone down and patted my head. “My seed possesses you now, boi. Dream of me every night until you serve me again. For now… Sleep.”