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SUNDAY - Part 1
I never saw Thug twins again. Damn.
After Thug 2 declared open season on my cunt, I was fucked and I sucked all over the suite. Greedy tops sought me for themselves, snatching me away from the assembled. Futile effort, as the circle soon re-formed.
On all fours, mouth wide open and arse up: a classic invitation to pump and dump.
At one point, a dom chained 2 slaves by their collars to my stretched balls, their open mouths ready to lap up cum that dribbled out of my cunt. This new predicament put an end to the moveable feast.
Unrelenting waves of tops emptied their load and their cocks serviced. Perhaps get their slimy cock cleaned by the 2 slaves too. A cockwash of sorts. Didn't see much beyond pubes and hard cocks. Didn't even have the opportunity to jack off.
Only when another cumdump was hauled next to me that the pressure eased.
When the communal breeding abated, tit-bells silent, that I was yanked down from cock-heaven. Couldn't even crawl to unoccupied cocks, still tethered to the pair of cum slaves .
The pair of them then started on my vacant cunt, extracting as much toxic jizz as they could. Bereft of cock, I gave them a few moments headstart then detached their collars from my balls.
Feast were slowly coming to an end. Some left the room, only for the lack of available space to pass out.
Every surface were littered with satiated bodies: beds, tables, chairs, floor, sofas. Gurgling pipes at the corner showed only sign of activity, still cloaked in dense smoke.
Extricated myself from the suite. My pink lacy thong reduced to scraps of cloth damp with body fluids, torn in many places from the rough ploughing, dangling precariously over my right hip. Removed it, then tied it to my ankle.
Tired, but not a write off. Too wired for shut-eyes.
Staggered out of the hotel, morning light blinded my dilated pupils. Street already bustled, even this early. Stalls and booths manned and open.
Caught my reflection on mirror at fetish clothes stall.
Utterly battered. Hair tousled, eyes bloodshot, face cum-crusted, tits red raw. Whip and slap marks all over my lean torso, especially my arsecheeks. Neck, wrists and ankles chafed from aggressive tugging of restraints. Streaks of dried cum on my inner thighs.
Numb arse and throat. Sore jaw and muscles. Testament of the revelry so far. Relieved my mouth from spider gag. Removed ball stretcher too. Cock still hard, hadn't cum since Saturday afternoon.
Felt good though. Upbeat. Content. Must be the ice. Or e. Or potent cocktail of both.
Came by an open-air douche station. Could rinse out my cunt, but what's left in it was gold. Toxic, but gold. Hadn't consume anything solid since last douche, so nothing to pass.
Already a scorcher of a morning, hotter than the past 2 days. Sun blazed fiercely abetted by cloudless sky and absent breeze. Bought oversized sunglasses, risked panda eyes, but needed the protection.
Had not the energy to attempt the street. Went instead to the open green opposite hotel.
Deck chairs, rugs and beanbags strewn here and there, hammocks between trees, handful of food stalls. DJ booth at one corner churning out chilled tunes. Grabbed a few bottles of water, found a cluster of beanbags, then crashed on a comfy one.
Ah, respite. This was a good idea. Hydrated myself, surveyed the scene. 2 subs striked up a conversation, but my answer was monosyllabic. Wasn't being rude, but my head was buzzing, couldn't really articulate.
Undeterred, they moved closer and stroked my splayed body. Enjoyed the attention. They were kinda hot, ropemarks all over their lean bodies. Met with no objections, they got bolder.
Twink-ier of the 2 sensually sucked my cock. Skilled. The other kissed me, but I pushed his head down to my chest, his mouth found my clamped tits. Gave it a hearty go, before joining the other.
Sweat glistened on our bodies under the full brunt of the sun. Soon they were crouching on all fours by my legs, ravenously gobbling my cock and balls.
Their services soothed me, eyelids heavy. Drifted off.
Out cold. 5 mins? 15? 30? Fuck knows.
Jolted awake, retching and spluttering. Random cock half-filled my mouth and jizzed down my throat. Thick and warm. Some already plastered my face and chest. Sparse circle jerk formed around us.
Twink-ier sub rode my cock cowboy, big slutty grin on his face, tongue out inviting cock and cum. His companion, on all fours, now hoovered up remnants of toxic mix out of my cunt. A big daddy bear relentlessly pounded his arse.
Scene got me horned up, taste of cum even more so. How often do I wake up to this? My balls ached, cock primed to shoot, but at the expense of absent energy. Utterly knackered, I drifted off again.
Another 5 mins? Could easily be 50.
A stinging slap on my arse roused me. I was now lying on my front, with a heavy torso on top of mine. His thick dry tool demanded entry. Almost cried rape as I resisted.
`Take it, faggot,' followed by another spank that meant business.
Rimming would help, but beneath some doms. Could've hock up spit for lube, but didn't. Either novice or seasoned sadist. Burned as his generous rod went in.
Turned my head to clock him. Fuck me, he was fit. And young. Nerdy looking jock.
Fine specimen: flawless skin, fresh face, groomed hair, perfect teeth, all muscles. Narrow waist, ripped abs, broad built shoulders. Physique that packed vigour, naturally sculpted and augmented by persistent resistance training .
Enough to demand docile submission.
Bulldozed into my cunt, despite the absence of slick. Felt every grinding inch of the invasion - an invasion no pounding in the past 2 days could prep for.
Took a breather when ball-deep. He savoured every moment of my spasming body adjusting to his dominance.
Then launched immediately into a punishing fuck. A long, hard and selfish punishing fuck.
Selfish. He sought the right angle of entry, oblivious to anything else, eyes fixated on his cock disappearing into my cunt. I offered my titchain to yank - ignored. Sterling dominant trait.
Hard. 0 to 60 in record time, sustained the pace, titanium hard cock tearing my cunt.
Few voyeurs gawked from a distance, but few lingered. Nerdy jock had a `keep away' vibe about him, like many jumped-up young gym bunnies do.
Yet one offered me poppers, kindred soul, I owe you one.
Huffed desperately. Nerdy jock shoved all of it in then held. Bastard!!
My body contorted as pain reflex pulled it away. Well, attempted anyway. Futile. Nerdy jock pinned my legs down with his strong thighs, and grabbed my hair.
Took the chance to huff again, hard. The instant hit relaxed me. Heat+poppers+pain = bright mirages. Stars danced in my eyes. Birds sang in the blazing sun. Pretty surreal.
Paralysed in poppers haze. My assailant renewed his fucking, hurried but not inexperienced. Yet clearly chasing a quick climax.
Nerdy jock raised himself to kneel, and unsurprisingly my cunt followed unprompted, arse up. He didn't need to pull it. Wouldn't lower himself to touch me anyway. That kind of dom.
Tried to get on all fours, but he pinned my head to the ground with one foot. And kept the pressure while he cunted me. My kind of dom.
Pain intensified as nerdy jock picked up his rhythm again. 0 to 60. Rough momentum that dislodged my titclamps. Glimmer of pleasure appeared as blood rushed into my tits.
All insatiable bottoms knew the score. Weather the pain. Pleasure would follow. And follow it did. The privilege to accommodate his angry dom spear in my worthless cunt. Pleasure enough.
Long. Well as long as he could. Greenhorns jizz hastily. They always do. I did.
Unexpected when it arrived, silent and stealthy, in multiple short bursts that pummelled me flat to the ground.
I begged him to continue, dutifully offered my mouth to clean his cock. But he withdrew speedily, got up, and walked away, his titanium-hard cock bounced ahead of his sweat-drenched torso.
Used.
Nerdy jock's breeding was outstanding. Understood a sub's only purpose, precise use of its cunt. Minimal contact, barely acknowledged the sub. Narcissistic and merciless pounding, prioritised his lust. Decisive seeding, then abrupt departure.
Left me wanting, gagging. More!
Sorely tempted to savour Nerdy jock's cum, but prefer it in me. Next cock can fuck it deeper.
Staggered onto the street, legs wobbled post-ordeal.
Sun past its zenith, but mercury continued to climb, baked the street, stoked all horns. Surge of crowd ensured sweat-lubricated close contact. Action guaranteed, inevitable.
Bursting to go. Pissoirs commandeered by legions of pisspigs. Happy to oblige.
Parched. Couple of Jaeger with coke from the beverage stand, a third on the house, they loved my nipple dogtag. Offered them a few tweaks. Pasty chub next to me peddling e from his waist bag. Stars aligned.
Asked 3, given 5, all FOC if I suck him off. Popped 1 and knelt, tiny dick I could twiddle with my tongue, should've just paid him.
Shadow loomed over me, an imposing figure blocked out the sun. Abruptly pulled up by my hair to standing position, then face shoved straight to exposed armpit.
Ripe and sweaty, manna from lick heaven, better than the dicklet. Strangely familiar musk. I knew this scent.
Blond stud.
Lapped up every salty drop. Moved to the other pit, but he stopped me. He took a step back, then surveyed me, as if appraising my worth.
His detached emotionless face gave nothing away, hidden behind his trademark aviators. His toned ripped physique as provocative as our first encounter. I grew a semi. Prominent bulge in his dark shorts got me salivating. Instant hardon.
I immediately adopted the presentation stance: chest out, legs wide, hands behind head.
He cuffed my arms behind me midback, applied the ball stretcher and titclamps. Yanked titchain to follow him. Into the heaving crowd, down the long street.
Atmosphere equally charged today, if not more, but curiously jovial. Brisk trade at stalls and booths. Tunes matched the mood, the usual gay anthems. Promoters met with enthusiasm. Public demos drew large crowds. Happy smiley faces everywhere.
We passed by kink `playground' next to oil wrestling demo, which took up large expanse.
Seesaw with built vibrators of varying sizes - alternative to fucking machine. Bottoms strapped to merry-go-round, rotating at timed intervals, presented arses and mouths for queueing cocks. Jungle gym a ready restraining posts, a nexus for shackled slaves, whipped and fucked. Slides fed into a pit full of lube.
Vulgar novelty. Unleash the unadulterated fun.
Trawled behind promotion cart. Muscle slaves, still beast of burden, swapped their humblers for anal hooks. Brutal.
Passed fisting stall. Holewrecker meister held court, arms busy, gaping chemmed-up pigs, presenting winning rosebuds. His apprentices operated crackstuffers and depth trainers.
Stall next door busy flogging plethora of anal toys. Dildos of varying sizes.
Followed by a douche station. Spot the pattern there? Somebody paid attention in their business and marketing lectures.
Few metres down the street, thick crowd paid homage to a celebrity DJ on the decks. Or so one thought. He was the Pied Piper, yet merely a tune merchant.
Here, the mob were worshipping another deity - pure lust. Stiff cocks, pliant arses and eager mouths. Simple. Neither space nor time for peacocking, no distractions. No demos, no accoutrements, just genuine action.
We halted just beyond the kettled mob. Blond stud produced a marker pen, wrote on my back, then chained the pen to my collar.
Without a word, he tossed me into the dancing crowd.
Amateurs would find themselves deers in headlights, but I was in my elements. Jumped head first into it. One look over my back, Blond stud's gone.
Euphoric tunes merely a soundtrack to this mass orgy, pumping bass added fuel to flaunted lusts. Accessory to satiate carnal hunger.
It was an open oven, the heat unbearable. Pouring sweat rehydrated dried cum, steaming off my skin, gave off slutty musk. Beacon for ready hard cocks.
Giddy, excited, eager, edgy. I swayed in unison with others around me, a singular mass, skin against glistened skin. Buoyant as tunes launched me up and up as the e high peaked. Not until a rigid pole rammed itself deep in me, lubed by sweat, that I let loose.
An astute hand tugged my titchain, a couple more tweaked my tits. Triple tit titillation. Another hand pumped my erect cock then replaced it with his tight supple arse.
Could've cum then, perfect conditions for it, glad trusty old e held me back.
My arms struggled against its bondage, wanting release. Many appendages to grab, to offer my cunt. Got greedy.
Had to content with existing assault. Spread my legs, admitted the unyielding trespasser further. Bare torsos, shoulder to shoulder, thrusted my cunt all the way down the anonymous cock.
The breeding was swift, didn't even need to coax him. Speared my cunt a few more times, then emptied his balls. Fumbled with the marker pen, which only delayed the next cock. Hurry the fuck up!
In this messy melange of debauchery, everything's transient. Everything. Cocks, arses, mouths, hands, tits. Therein lay its beauty. If you're not happy with one, move to another. If you really want that one, it's going nowhere, there wasn't room to manoeuvre.
A cliche, but the essence of liberte egalite fraternite.
Frottages, gropes, spanks, licks, kisses. Mere perfunctory prelude to velvety cunts and gagging throats. Enjoy.
Which I did. Needn't move when one cock vacated my cunt, another rapidly replaced it. Needn't encourage a hand to my titchain. 2, 3, 4 mouths vying to kiss me. Attention to my cock a plus, but ancillary.
Heightened sensory perception with e made every touch erotic. Steely pecs to my shoulder jolted my cock. Rigid abs on my lower back primed my cunt. Strong hands spread my arsecheeks. Solid biceps corralled me to prevailing cock.
Profound emptiness left by Nerdy jock's sizeable rod were competently filled. My cunt hosted indiscriminately. Reigning rods hoarded it. Triumphant dicks seeded it. Wet cocks, dry ones, monsters, miniscule, cockringed, PA, thick, thin, long, stubby, black, white, brown, yellow. I danced my way through all of them.
No greedy jostle this time, cunt next to me equally obliging. Take it, or leave it.
Hoarded all jizz I received, encouraged all cocks to deposit theirs. Soon it turned sufficiently sloppy, slick and moist. No thirsty creampie pigs to steal it.
Almost forgot the marker pen, too preoccupied with cocks, with lust. Increasing number of tops fiddled with it after they bred me. Didn't bother me until I understood its purpose.
Tally marks clustered on my arsecheeks, kept inconsistent count of deposits in my cunt. Minimal fucks given, too high on e.
Having exhausted hard cocks in my vicinity, I prowled the roofless dance floor for more. A slight space gave just enough room for 2 cocks to spitroast me. A feat in itself, my hands still bound behind my back, strained my waist.
Arse became more obvious in this new position, tally marks more prominent, drew more intrigued cocks. Fucking a bred cunt was a compelling knowledge that propelled climaxes.
Felt fucking ecstatic as the rallied cocks renewed their onslaught, spearing my cunt and marking their cum. My titchain dangled free, tits joined cunt in double bliss.
Hit jackpot with a group of Brazillian studs that claimed my cunt for their anaconda cocks. Somewhat hijacked the spitroasting, their beefy bodies displaced incumbents then formed impenetrable ring around me. Their beefier cocks made new inroads in my wet cunt.
Content to be passed between them for a while. 2 of their thick cocks throatraped me in tandem after attaching spider gag. The rest took cue and demanded 2 in my cunt. One of them lifted my right leg, which gave more access, then thrust his cock into my already filled cunt.
Weathered the brunt of this quadruple assault, they kept firm hold of my body, locked me in position. Expelled the cocks from my throat, spluttered, then grunted, more in heat than pain.
Sadly the double Brazilian logs could only fit halfway up my cunt. They repositioned me, right leg still up and back straight. One hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, another held my collar, another seized my titchain, a couple steadied my waist, 2 held up my right leg.
2 cocks re-entered me from front and back. Spitroast now a DP sandwich. Both cocks strove for ball deep, the combined girth stretched my poor cunt.
Immobilised, the struggle now waged in my head. Pain gradually drowned by lust, bolstered by e, enjoyed the best that the Amazon basin could offer.
They used me effortlessly, took turns to disable me in seamless synchrony, my cunt a subdued receptacle for their cocks, 2 at a time. Nothing but a hapless jungle prey to a predatory lust through feral fucking.
Wicked tunes unfolded to epic heights, as one cock convulsed and seeded me, the other cheered on in gruff Portuguese. They wiped their stiff cocks on my body, leaving residual jizz and arseslime on it. The penultimate breeder kept his cock deep in me, waited patiently for the last to follow suit.
All of their cocks drained, the last guy hoisted me over his steely shoulder while the rest conscientiously marked their loads on my arse.
Then he hauled me away. I struggled to get off, wanting more breeding from the rutting crowd. Yet I was no match to their brawn, carried like a ragdoll.
He halted at a clearing at the edge of the undefined dancefloor, then threw me on the ground, right at the foot of... Blond stud.
Flying high and still cock hungry, I forgot myself. Pulled myself up, then edged my cunt towards Blond stud crotch. He slapped my arse away.
Reeling, disappointed, perplexed. Did he not want it? Turned to face him.
Suddenly aware, I adopted the sub stance, ready for inspection. Sweat-cum mixture drenched my body, jizz-slimed hair matted on my head. Mouth opened, throat displayed. Arse quivered, cunt hungry.
Go on, fuck me. He could've had my cunt, willingly offered, but exhibited tactful restraint. Blond stud then yanked me by my titchain and led me away. Firm grip that I'd comply any day.