I excitedly put the blindfold back on and hopped onto all fours with my ass pointed toward Sir’s growing bulge.
“You own my ass Sir, do what you want to me.” I said aloud.
Back when I was first getting into being a cumdump those words were weird to say and felt fake, cause I hadn’t truly let go and allow myself to become a cum drinking, open hole faggot for people to use. Now they came naturally and I meant them. After dozens of men per week have cum into me, I have embraced what I am.
He roughly pulled my jockstrap down off my body exposing my cage and almost knocked me over pulling it past my feet. He threw it into the bathroom. Sir grunted a little as his unlubed raw dick shoved into my moist sensitive hole. I yelped! Fuck, I don’t think even with all the cum in me that it was enough to go in raw.
“Shut the fuck up, you just said do what you want to me sir so I’m going to, you dumb little faggot. Remember, you asked for this.” He paused for a moment and leaned in towards my ear, this caused his dick to sink in even deeper and push up against my insides. “And I have proof.” He said it in a way that caused a slight panic. Did he record this?
“What do you mean you have proof?” I said in a shaky voice?
“Shut up faggot, you are not to speak unless I ask you or allow you.”
“No really, what the he..” and my words got cut off as Sir shoved my head into the sheets, cum and piss from the session hit against my face and into my open mouth, still trying to form words to figure out what the fuck was going on. Sir slammed harder into me causing my hips to hit the sheet and he laid his full 190lbs of hairy chest and 7” cock into my now aching and tightening hole.
“Good…tighten that hole. It was too loose from all the loads, piss, and cock you’ve taken tonight. Would’ve taken me forever to cum, keep it tight.”
I squeezed my hole tighter, trying to get him to cum quickly so we can end this roleplay and figure out what he meant. He slowed down his thrusts into fewer, more powerful hits as he pulled all the way out to his head and then shoved all the way until he couldn’t go any deeper.
“You…thrust…are…thrust…my…thrust…faggot…thrust…to use…thrust”
I gasped with each slam as his body weight hitting into me caused air to escape. My dick was betraying my terror in this moment as it got harder and strained against the plastic cage, trying to break free. I felt the slow burn of a caged orgasm coming on and tried my best to subvert the feeling but I couldn’t. The pressure of the slams, the sexual high I fell back into, and a horniess I hadn’t felt before was appearing. What the fuck? Am I getting off on him possibly recording this?
His arm suddenly appeared around my neck as he put me into a headlock and pulled up causing my body to bend back. He kneeled and aligned his dick so that it pushed down into my hole at an awkward position. As soon as he did that I felt the head rub against my prostate and the shudders started with each pass. Every time his dick rubbed against my prostate I felt a little pre-cum start to puddle and those waves of euphoria start to crash against me. That new horniess that was in my body mixed with this and I was starting to lose control. I could breathe but struggled a little and I was beginning to leave my body as I could feel my orgasm coming on.
Sir had never let me cum during these nights before. He leaned in again, still thrusting into me although shorter, faster thrusts. He was getting close. He hissed in my ear:
“You love this shit. Don’t fucking stop me from doing whatever I want while you’re here. You’ve had half the men in this city inside your loose cum dripping ass and you want more. No, you NEED more. You need guys to use you like this, abuse your hole, make you worry they will take it too far. I know your desires more than you do and you don’t even realize it.” He pulled on my neck even tighter. “You don’t even know what you look like while these guys use you. I can see it. You were born for this, you might think you had to train for it but you didn’t. You were born to be a faggot cumdump for men. REAL MEN. MEN WHO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT AND MAKE YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU ARE.”
I started screaming as cum spewed out of my locked dick. It splattered all over the sheets as my dick bounced up and down. It launched in all directions as Sir kept fucking while I was erupting every pent up ounce of jizz in my body. I think I blacked out for a moment as the waves of pleasure, pain, worry, and release hit simultaneously. My ass clenched harder than it had before onto Sir’s dick, tightening with every shot of cum that left my body. He shuddered a few times and let out a beastly yell and primal growls as he drove his dick to the absolute deepest he could into my hole. The angle and strength of his orgasm let me feel his dick pulse each glob of DNA into my body. I felt a mix of shame and happiness as this man used me and fucked with my head. I started to pull off of his dick once his breathing slowed and I could feel his dick soften a little.
“Dont you dare fucking move. I gotta piss”.
I froze. No one had ever pissed in my ass before. Sure, on it, or in my mouth but never my hole. I started to pull more before he could stop me. Sir’s big hairy hands pushed hard between my shoulder blades as I tried to fight back but my orgasm left me with barely any functioning muscles. I collapsed onto the bed as Sir pinned me against it with his body weight.
“Oh boy, here it comes fag. Been holding this while watching you get fucked.” he warned me before I felt a rush of liquid start to fill my guts. It felt like I was cleaning out with a shower shot except I couldn’t stop when I began to feel full. It just kept coming as I could feel it fill me up and struggled to stop it to give my body time to adjust. His weight kept me in place except for a little bit of wiggling. “Good to the last drop. You’re welcome”
“...Thank you Sir…” I was able to mutter, utterly defeated and degraded. I was full of cum and piss. What the hell happened to me? I closed my eyes and laid there for a moment, trying to get the strength to get up. A camera click from a phone suddenly went off as I opened my eyes and could see Sir’s phone in his hand aimed at my body with his dick still in me.
“So we can remember this moment. When you finally let go and became a full faggot, more than you even knew you could. And before you think about running to the toilet to release the gift I’ve given you, I want to let you hold it in until you get home.” He grabbed a butt plug, a bit larger than his dick and lined it up next to his cock against my hole. As he pulled himself out of me, he slid the buttplug into its place. I felt piss seep out but not much, as the plug filled me up again. I curled up a bit as I was so full and felt bloated. There was no way I was making it home.
“Get dressed and get the fuck out of here. I’ll text you when I want you over here again. Send a video when you take that plug out. I want to see you piss yourself HAHA” as he got up and went into the bathroom to wash up. I laid there a moment before realizing the quicker I left the quicker I could take this out and work on forgetting this. I jumped up and went to get my jockstrap from the bathroom.
Sir, stopping me before I could grab it, “Leave it, it's mine for now. Focus on keeping that plug in and put on your clothes.” I quickly threw on my shorts and shirt and headed for the door. I slipped on my shoes and went out into the cool summer evening.
I barely left his porch and walk-up before I could feel some piss dribble out of my ass and hit cool air. That was weird, the piss wasn’t cold but the air was. I put my hands down into my pants and felt a gap where my ass should be covered. Fuck. Me. It wasn’t huge, my ass was mostly covered, but it was big enough to fit my hand through. At some point someone, probably Sir, had ripped a hole in my shorts.
I looked at my car and thought about driving home but if I needed to expel the piss then I could at least do it on the sidewalk and not all over my seats. I decided to walk the 2 miles home on side streets since it was a nice night and I could probably avoid people. My sore ass, exposed backside, and attempts to stop any piss leakage made my stride awkward. I made it two blocks and into a neighborhood when I heard voices down the sidewalk. I looked over and it was two guys walking and talking a bit away. I felt relieved and kept going, picking up speed to get away from them.
Suddenly the plug slipped a little and some piss came out. I quickly reached behind me and shoved it back in, clenching my ass lips on it and looking quickly for an alley. I had to get this out of me. I slowed my walk and kept my hand on the plug, keeping it in place. I shuffled slowly and made it into the alley trying to find something to hide behind. I got no more than a few steps, spying a trash can to squat behind, when I heard a voice behind me.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
I froze, quickly removed my hand and clenched, praying the plug holds until I can get them to go away, and turned towards the voice.
“Uh I feel sick and was going to throw up behind that trash can. Sorry.”
A new voice joined and said, “Probably would feel less sick if you didn’t have that big hole in your pants and something up your ass, you queer.” Great, homophobes and I’m sitting here with a plug up my ass. I began to panic.
“Yeah, uh, it's been a night. I don’t want any trouble, I just want to get home. Please.”
Voice 1: “Well you’re basically showing yourself off in a family neighborhood, which is pretty fucked up even for someone like you.”
Voice 2: “Yeah, what did you think was going to happen? You’d walk around and find someone to fuck you next to a swingset? Thats fucked up.”
They stepped closer to me as I took a few steps back. Some ambient light from the houses showed their features. Both around 6ft, bearded, one with a baseball cap, one not. Both in jeans. One guy had on boots and another sneakers, and they both had some thickness to their frame.
“No I swear, I was coming from a place and my car had issues. I have to walk home, please…” I was basically begging, worried about getting beat up in an alleyway. I should’ve just drove home.
It was at this time that my panic got the best of me and I felt the plug slip and I couldn’t stop it without shoving my hand down my pants in front of these two guys. It dropped into my pant leg creating an obvious bulge at my thigh. The torrent of piss followed as it sprayed out my ass onto the pavement but also flooded by jeans. Right in front of these two. I was dead.
Voice 1: “Holy shit we scared him so much he pissed himself.”
They walked up, closer and more confident as I froze in place spewing Sir’s piss all over the place.
Voice 2: “No I think that came out of his ass. His crotch isn’t wet.”
Voice 1: “Oh my god. You’re right. What the fuck.”
“Please just leave me alone. I want to go home.”
Voice 1: “Buddy, you’re walking around a neighborhood, at night, with a butt plug up your ass full of some dude’s piss, and you’re telling me you want to go home? Bullshit. You’re looking for cock.”
Voice 2: “For sure he is.”
“NO I SWEAR. I just got done with a guy and I was heading home.” I paused. I just told these homophobes in an alley, ready to beat me up, that I got fucked. What the hell is wrong with me? My dick started to betray me and started growing in the cage.
Voice 1: “I know gay dudes and they are normal. Getting fucked and then having someone piss up your ass is not normal. For fuck’s sake man.”
“Yeah, I know. Its kind of my thing though, just doing what men tell me to.” I figured I have to try to find a way out of this. “This guy found a few others to fuck me and then he fucked me last and did this to me.”
Voice 2: “That’s even worse, you don’t even care what happens? You just so what others tell you?”
“Um, kind of? I just enjoy it. Men know what they want and how they want it. My purpose is to do whatever they want so they can get their rocks off.”
At this point the pair looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
Voice 1: “So, for example, if I told you to go kneel in the dirt over there, spread your cheeks and let us both take turns fucking your ass, you’d let us?”
It worked! “Yes, exactly. I’d prefer if you cum in me too.”
Voice 2: “Are we really doing this man? I mean, this is one really messed up faggot.”
“I am a faggot.”
Voice 1 and 2: “What?”
“I am a faggot, a big faggot that needs cock. I’ve been trained to take any cock and not refuse cock. In fact my owner would be mad at me if I didn’t offer to service you.”
Voice 1: “Well we wouldn’t want that. So why don’t you take your faggot ass over to behind that dumpster and kneel in the dirt. Spread those cheeks so we can see what we’re gonna fuck.”
I smiled a little, bowed my head in subservience and headed over behind the dumpster ready to do what I was born to do. Again.
