Disclaimer:
This story is partially autobiographical, inspired in part by a few real experiences of mine several years ago. However the circumstances have been altered significantly and the experience has been expanded upon in scope to render this story much more akin to fiction than non-fiction. Nevertheless, it is not purely fictional.
This story is intended for adults who are interested in homosexual erotica. This story features descriptions of men engaging in various sex acts, and features several kinks, including but not limited to 1.) Chastity, 2.) Non-Consensual/Ambiguously Consensual Situations 3.) Rape Roleplay, 4.) Watersports, 5.) Bondage, 6.) And S&M.
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THE ANONYMOUS PUP PART 1
I'm a slutty, kinky, caged, submissive bottom, who gets off on being used and abused.
However, seven years ago while I was living in Washington D.C. for college, I was fucked multiple times by an anonymous stranger. Over the course of about a year I was stalked repeatedly by an unknown guy in a white Pup hood. The attacks started at the beginning of the second semester of my freshman year and continued until right before my the second semester of my sophomore year
I assume it was by the same guy but I honestly can't be 100% sure, more like 99% sure because some nights when he fucked me I was half asleep, high and/or it was too dark to see what he looked like.
Given the specific ways and locations that he assaulted me in, I personally suspect that it was one of my fellow undergrads or or graduate student at the university I was attending but I can't prove it.
As I said, the assaults started after the beginning of the second semester of my sophomore year. MAL had been going on in DC (and I had a blast all the while doing it) It was the last day of MAL that January. I was there with my boyfriend Tommy, wearing a harness, a see-through jockstrap (so my chastity cage was visible) and some lace-up leather combat boots.
I had noticed a shirtless jock in a white Pup hood periodically eyeing me up and down at the club we were in, but I didn't think much of it. I was 19 years old and in my peak twunk era at the time and I looked pretty fucking good.
Besides everyone was eyeing everybody at MAL.
That's the whole point.
I walked into the restroom and saw another twunk at one of the urinals. I went over to the other urinal right next to his and lowered my jockstrap, exposing my chastity cage. I aimed it at the urinal and started passing.
The twunk glanced over down at my crotch and upon seeing my chastity cage, smirked and gave a brief snort as he looked back, facing the wall directly in front of him.
"The urinals are reserved for real men," He said. He was quite cocky for a twunk.
"So..." I said back, trying to suss out just how cocky he was.
"So. Caged subs like you aren't allowed to use these. You know your place. Go piss in the stall like a bitch."
I was in the mood to get used and abused by a hot, cocky guy so I decided to egg him on a little bit.
"Nah, I think I'm good today. It's not like any `real men' are using the urinals right now anyway."
That worked like a charm.
"The fuck you say?" the angry twunk said, turning to face me as he kept pissing, his stream landing directly on my exposed cage. He walked towards me as I backed up, eventually pinning me against the wall, while his stream shot directly onto my caged nub.
"You don't talk to me like that." He said.
He then choked me with both hands, one in front of my neck, and one wrapped around the back of my neck and he pulled me closer down and whispered in my ear.
"On your knees fag."
I slowly sank to my knees and the twunk pushed his cock into my face, his stream of piss now petering out.
"Open up faggot." He said.
I did so, and right as he went to push his cock into my mouth, the bathroom door opened.
The twunk bolted immediately, turning around and running out of the bathroom as quickly as he possibly could.
Not so cocky I thought to myself.
I was semi-shameless and so I sat there kneeling on the ground with the twunk's piss dripping off of me for a minute or so, but I wasn't so brave as to look directly at who came into the bathroom. They didn't say anything to me either and walked into one of the stalls.
While I was at the sink washing my hands afterward, I heard the stall door open up behind me. I looked up and saw the same Pup from before standing behind me. He spanked me pretty hard before grabbing me and yanking me back against him. He rubbed his hands all over my body, pulling and down my pecs and abs, across my shoulders and down by my hips. He was trying to dry hump me while he sniffed my hair at the same time.
I quickly pushed back, brushing him off.
The truth is, I've never actually been into puppy play. The Pup notably scoffed at me brushing him off, perhaps maybe even a little bit angrily, but I ignored him and walked back out of the bathroom to head back to the party.
I mean hey, rejection is part of life. We all reject guys who we aren't interested in and we all get rejected ourselves.
I went back out to the floor and started enjoying myself, trying to relax and have a good time. About a half hour later, my boyfriend Tommy lured me into the backroom under the pretense of a public fuck in front of the horny crowd, but once he had me tied up and bent over with my hands cuffed behind my back, he told me that he actually had a sexy eighteen year old twink to go breed and that he would come back and see me later. He unlocked the padlocked chain necklace around my neck and took it off before publicly announcing to the rest of the attendees,
"Open season boys!"
Tommy loved whoring me out and humiliating me, especially in public by cucking me for other bottoms (making me watch while he topped another sub and ignored me) and by giving away access to my holes for me on my behalf (without my "explicit" permission)
Either five or six guys (I can't really remember for sure) pounded my hole next, each one breeding me and getting my hole cummier and sloppier every time.
The sixth one to fuck my (now pretty fucking cumsloppy) butt was a big daddy bear. He went down to rim me but I heard him wretch and then he turned around and ran to the other side of the backroom before puking into a trashcan.
Drugs can be such a buzzkill at times
I waited for my next cock but the daddy didn't come back and after maybe five more minutes with zero action, I figured my whoring out session was done. I was still tied up though and couldn't stand up with my hands cuffed behind my back the way they were.
I tried to slowly sit myself back up with my hands tied behind my back. It took me a minute, but with enough effort I was able to sit up at least on my legs.
Not two seconds after doing that I felt someone grab me roughly from behind, pinching my nipples and sniffing my hair. Thinking it was the daddy, I reciprocated and backed my hole up against his cock and tried to grind on him.
But this guy's body was way too muscular and ripped to have been the daddy's body (who was more of a bear).
Whoever this guy was, I could feel his bulging pecs pressed against my back and his six pack abs against my hands which were still cuffed behind me.
I turned my head to see who my mystery Dom was and instantly recognized the White Puppy Hood on his face.
The same guy from before in the bathroom.
God he was persistent, that's for sure.
I leaned back aggressively to try and shove him off of me, and fell back trying to roll over off the bench I was on so that I could get up and move away from him but The Pup was faster.
He pushed me back onto the bench and down onto my stomach and hoisted my ass up in the air. He leaned down and spat on my hole before I felt his cock pushing at my insides.
I said no as fervently as I could, but it had no deterring effect. I then screamed it as loud as I could but with the thumping music and loud crowds outside, no one could hear me and I couldn't fight back with my hands securely cuffed behind me.
The Pup rapidly inserted what felt like an eight or nine inch cock fully into my hole, whilst I yelped from the fast and rough insertion.
He kept rubbing his hands across my face, my cheeks and mouth in particular while his other hand played with my caged clit between my legs, making sure to massage and tease it incessantly.
I attempted and struggled to get away from him at first, but I quickly realized that there was nothing I could really do to oppose him, at least not with my arms restrained behind my back like they were. I was at his mercy
And he had none.
He fucked me mercilessly, pounding as hard as he could in and out of my now aching hole; all the while I kept futilely and pathetically struggling to get away from him somehow.
Even while I was futilely struggling to get away from him, my caged nub kept straining all the while, a physical contradiction of my mental desire for it to stop.
Even as my mind was telling me that I didn't want this, my body was telling me that I did.
This went on for about a full ten minutes of non-stop railing until I finally felt his huge load begin gushing into my hole.
When he finally came, he leaned down and clasped himself on to me, wrapping his arms under mine and holding me close to him whilst rubbing his Puppy Hood against my shoulder blades and grunting into my back. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he exhaled in relief while emptying his balls deep inside me.
Before long though, the moment was over and the Pup withdrew his cock. He smeared his cock on my hole, making sure to spread as much of his cum around it as he could.
He then turned around and walked off.
I laid there for the next twenty minutes while two more guys came in and bred me while I was restrained on my hands and knees inside of the backroom. I felt kind of lost in a trance, I never responded to any guy's dirty talk or verbally humiliating questions.
I was dazed, high almost, like I was outside my body somehow or had been separated from myself in some way. Like I wasn't me anymore. I hadn't felt that way since I was much younger and still in the closet.
And I didn't know what to make of it.
Soon enough though, my boyfriend Tommy returned and unlocked the handcuffs. He took me home and bred me, giving my hole one final load and then we snuggled up together and he fell asleep
I lied awake thinking about that Pup though. For whatever reason, I couldn't quite shake the weird and discomforting feelings that I was having about him and what had happened in the backroom when he'd fucked me.
But after about an hour of those strange thoughts, I finally closed my eyes and suppressed my wandering mind enough that I was able to drift off to sleep too.
Unbeknownst to me however, that was far from the last time that I would see him.