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SATURDAY
Blond stud bred me again, doggy style, in full view of the debauched orgy next door. Lots of dominant hair pulling. The jingling of my tit bells didn't stop. That's how long I submitted to him.
Then he unclipped the leash and unceremoniously tossed me out of his room, lust satiated, though not once did he show it. He collapsed on the bed, then drew the automated blinds. One of the best fucks of my life.
I went down to the lobby and the sun was way up the horizon, blinding me, but I wanted more. Still high, less edgy, still horny.
The street was already brimming with life, albeit with reduced number. Let's see who was out and about.
Walked a few doors down and stumbled on one of the stalls, dedicated purely to tit fetish. All sorts of paraphernalia. Clamps, suckers, pumps, chains, etc. Even needles.
Pumping service caught my eyes. Pimp. My. Nipples.
Chose nipple suckers with a twist, finer control against plain suckers or pumps, as advised by the well-informed stall attendant. He got working as I lit a fag.
Nipple piercings off, dogtag off and sparing lube on. Suckers on, twisted to required length and waited a few minutes for blood to fill in. Simple bands to trap blood and suckers off. Hey presto, souped up tits!
Checked myself in the mirror, my enlarged tits looked slutty crowning my pecs. My lithe upper body was nothing to write home about, but now my tits drew attention to them, focal point of sorts.
Attendant tried to upsell some tit weights, but I declined with thanks, and he charged the service to my ID.
Walked around, chest out, proud. Grabbed a cold one from another stall, when I was approached by a member of staff. Hot furry wolf type with designer beard.
Small talk, commented on my dogtag and nipples. I offered for him to play with my tits, which he did. Oh yeah it felt good.
Then he went in for the kill. Turned out he was scouting for 'participants' at his nipple fetish event later that night. Asked if I was interested.
Lacking inhibition and flattered, I said yes without hesitation. Too eager, in fact. Didn't even ask what it entailed. Rookie.
He was delighted, made his kill early in the morning. Noted my ID and continued playing with my tits.
Leash appeared and offered to me. At this point I wouldn't say no to anything.
Led me a few feet down the street. Only when the stimulation ceased did I slowly comprehend what I got myself into. Too high for quick reflexes.
A clearing in the middle of a junction, meeting point of sorts, a break in the line of stalls. I remembered it from the day before, but couldn't quite see what was in the middle of it, crowd was 6-man deep.
Various restraint structures placed in the middle: St. Andrew's crosses, stockades, fuckbenches, slings, Tridents, etc. All equipped with chains and cuffs.
Led to a corner lamp post, a huge concrete cube at its base. Propped against the pole, Wolfy cuffed my wrist around the pole behind me, pushing my chest out and gave it unfettered access. My balls were chained to a ring on concrete cube.
Satisfied with my bondage, Wolfy turned to my tits and took it on a sadistic joyride. A couple of guys stopped to gawk and Wolfy encouraged them to take over. Leaving me to the mercy of the guys, Wolfy walked away.
Alarmed? Yes. Worried? Slightly. Leash was yet clipped to my collar, so contract binding.
It was a free-for-all clearing, as I found out. Anybody could partake. As the morning sun climbed to its zenith, crowds surged around the clearing as more subs and slaves were restrained.
Tit abusers rallied in to me, my pimped up brown tits drew them, but soon got bored of pinching, pulling and twisting. Pegs and clamps were attached, adding another dimension to the repertoire. Somebody turned up with a bag of weights that were soon added, one at a time and few at once.
I was an attraction, or my tits were. Satisfying the lust and tit fetish of many doms and subs too.
Pain? Yes, despite the e high buffering most of it. More weights went on as I grunted and groaned. Sweat drenched my sun-bathed body.
Some were attached to my ballstretcher. Hey - the cbt slave was restrained over there! I protested, but a piece of duct tape muzzled me.
Pleasure? Fuck yes! My cock grew rock hard and remained so throughout the ordeal. Hands stroked it on occasions, and many more explored my arsehole. One even punched my contracted abs.
Too many weights finally detached my clamps as I struggled against my bondage. Crowds cheered and clapped.
Wolfy reappeared at this point, unclipped his leash and asked me if I would like to remain restrained. I shook my head and was released. Big smile on his face as he patted my head in acknowledgement, and said I'd be perfect for his event that night. 22:00 prompt, he ordered.
My tits were raw and red, knackered. Me too actually. Ready for a snooze. Grabbed another cold one and lit a fag on the way to hotel.
Orgy was in full-swing at subs and slaves basement. Piss party in showers and cubicles, orgies on hammocks, mattresses and floors. What of sleep and rest?
Trawled the single hammocks instead of the king-sized mattresses, more chance of slumber there. All full. Simply too many subs and slaves. Event organisers prioritized debauchery than respite for subs and slaves. Hot bunking was the only option.
Saw an Indian twink awkwardly lying face down on hammock, legs astride it, arse up. Must be Indian, at least from the subcontinent: dark brown skin, slim frame and straight jet hair. Maybe if I push him, he'd fall off?
Had better idea. He had the supplest of butt and my cock grew hard. Hadn't fucked anyone yet. Consent? Inspected his green dogtag: being fucked was in the preference list. Consent assumed. His exposed arse was an invitation anyway.
His hole was dripping with white-ish cum, a contrast to his chocolate hole, no lube needed. Slid my fuckpole in and rode hard. Loose cunt. Slut.
He was asleep, or feigning, but woke and whimpered like a bitch. Huffed poppers and jacked himself off. Consent obtained.
Then he tightened his sluthole around my pillaging cock. Nice. Hammock swayed, glans rubbed, nipples stimulated. Deposited my cum. Drained.
Indian twink didn't move. Well he did, rocking his arse against my softening cock, wanting more. Whore.
Gave up. Tried mattresses instead. All occupied.
Saw a sliver of space in a corner mattress way yonder. Big enough for me to lie down sideways, between a couple of subs doing a 69 sucking and a passed out slave.
Lay down facing the slave and drifted off fast. One of the 69 subs turned around and parked his cock deep in my arse. Wouldn't say no. Couldn't anyway, too knackered...
Broken sleep. Pfft, what was I thinking? Sandwiched between torsos at all times, hot bunking at peak turnaround. Slight brush to my abused tits got me hard, partially woke me. Cocks sporadically shoved into my mouth, arse never empty, body and hair covered in cum. Occasional arse enveloped my cock, demanding jizz.
Flitted between intense steamy dream and lusty half-consciousness, the lines blurred. Cocks, arses and cum in a rapid image parade, corporeal yet dream-like. A spray of cum blocked my nostrils. Final straw.
Got up, groggy. Stashed away bondage gear and washed, cold shower was invigorating. No enema, kept my arse slick. Golden showers showed no sign of letting up. Roll on the good yellow times for some.
Checked watch in my locker, 21:09. Remembered commitment to Wolfy. Fuck. Gear back on.
Hurried up to lobby. Past a gang of beefy doms descending to subs and slaves basement. Those boys would be in for some aggro cunting. Foxes in a hen house.
Double back? Nah, there would be a clamour for those studs, I wouldn't stand a chance.
Famished. Quick refuel at smoothie booth. Small shake. Ample sustenance.
Street sweltered in heat, crowd heaving, music pumping. Punters milling and refuelling, no doubt exchanging salacious anecdotes of the previous night, before heading to individual fetish events. No main party tonight.
Hadn't a fucking clue where I should be. Trawled sidewalk outside aptly named bars and clubs.
'Vanilla'. Self-explanatory. But really? At a kink fest? 'Hide'. Must be leather. 'Rubbers'. Latex? Frotting? Must be rubber fetish. 'Pound'. Masters and pups. 'Punch'. Fisting. 'Constraint'. Bondage, ropes, etc. 'CBT'. Ouch. 'Amazon', 'Safari' and 'Shangri-la' trio amalgamated into one superclub. Ethnic guys and their admirers. 'Cheeks'. Spanking. 'Furry Glen'. Bears, Otters, wolves. 'Fudge'. Scat. Stank to high heaven! 'Pain or Pleasure'. SM. 'Yello'. Piss 'Oi!' and 'Oink!' next to each other with connecting doors. Skinheads and ultimate pigs. 'Hung Tight'. Hung cocks, tight arse. I should be in there! 'Trough'. Ultimate pigs. 'CherryPop'. Twinks and their admirers. 'Trans.' Incorporating drag. 'TT'. That must be me.
A handful more bars clubs lined the strip. Almost every fetish catered for indeed. Hats off.
Entered 'TT', venue being set up, no punters yet. Spotted Wolfy. This must be it.
Wolfy ushered me into green room stinking of weed, already full with other 'reps'. Introductions. 2 twinks, one of them Asian, handful of jocks, a brooding skinhead, a couple of daddies.
Food laid out at the fully stocked bar. Help yourself, Wolfy said. Grabbed a Red Bull, needed the leg-up. Couldn't stomach any grub, anxiety had kicked in.
Joined the other 'participants' on the couches under billows of smoke. Friendly bunch, relaxed jovial banter. Was I the only anxious one?
Large low table in the middle of couches. Took me a while to clock the plethora of drugs on it. Mini pharmacy in itself.
GHB, weed, e, poppers, viagra, ice, special K, coke, et al. Take. Your. Pick.
Took an e, though tempted by K. If it ain't broke...
One of the muscle-y jock came and chat to me, the spitting of Leo Alexander. Nice defined bod, preppy smile. No dogtag. Dom.
Over friendly in fact, said he loved my smooth skin. Brought me a couple of Jaeger with coke. Mindless small talk. Told him how I was recruited.
Pretty soon his hand was pinching my left nipple, the other squeezing my arse. The twinks smiled and winked at me. Leo-double nonchalant, showed no sign of finishing what he started, as the foreplay lenghtened.
E hit early with empty stomach. Got hot and bothered. Ran my hands down his solid pecs and hard abs, hesitated, then stuffed my hands into his jockstraps.
If he looked like Leo, he was certainly hung like Leo too. The cue I needed.
Pushed him to lean back on the couch, then straddled his waist, grinding my small arse on his meaty tool. He directed my hands to play with his nipples, then renewed his assault on mine.
Others laddishly cheered us. Leo-double was enamoured by the way my cock responded and grew hard by stimulating my tits.
His grew too. Big. Wolfy certainly picked the right guys for this gig.
Since neither of us wanted to let go of each others' tits, someone took it upon himself to align Leo-double's pulsing cock on my arsehole. Slowly he coaxed it in. All 12 inches of it. Others cheered.
I asked for poppers, needed it for this length and girth, and it appeared under my nose within seconds. My poor arse thanked me for it, and swallowed his cock whole. Leo-double moaned in pleasure.
Took me a while to accommodate the monstrous invader, picking up rhythm as I rode it cowboy. Gratified Leo-double so much that he replaced one of his hands with his mouth, sucking and chewing my tits. Sent me into a bucking frenzy.
Copulation by intense tit stimulation, 101.
Prematurely interrupted by Wolfy, time for us to take our positions. I looked around and the other 'participants' were also on each others' tit. What do you expect, holding a group of horny guys in a green room at a fetish event?
Nobody wanted to stop, certainly not me. But Wolfy cracked his whip, assigning alcove numbers. Some 'participant' in pairs, some alone, some roving.
Leo-double suggested I took another e, said I needed it, said it'd be a long night.
We we ushered into the main room, with alcoves around the sides, each spotting a bondage furniture. The twinks, half of the jock-types and me were also assigned an alcove each, 6 of us in total.
The severe looking skinhead in the middle of the room, hoisted upside down. Main attraction. Hardcore.
I wasn't paired to another, as my station had minimal restraints. Leo-double roved, but came over to assist me.
My stretched balls were chained to the floor, taut. My ankles too, but slightly rearward, legs wide apart. A length of chain hung from the ceiling and were attached to my slave collar. My hands were bound tight behind my back, midway between neck and arse. Forced my chest out. Immobilised.
Leo-double produced 2 pairs of connecting clover clamps and applied them on the tip of my nipples. The sweet spot. He attached the other end to his. Look of utter pleasure on our faces.
Music kicked off, signalled start of event. Kinksters streamed in, a little at first, then in droves. Upside down skinhead drew largest crowd.
The growing crowd to inspected us. Hands groped, spanked, molested, grabbed. My arse fingered and mouth probed. Both set of tits tweaked, licked, bit, pinched. Tit chains pulled and rattled.
Then Leo-double commandeered a tit sub to replace him, ensuring the clover clamps were secure. He picked a riding crop from the wall and executed precise whip on my sensitive areas: balls, arse, cock, thighs, pecs, abs, back, and of course, around my clamped tits. Each hit drew pleasurable moans.
He moved on to the tit sub, whom withdrew from participating, too painful. Novice.
Guy from tit fetish stall earlier arrived at my station, his toolbox in tow. Perfect timing. Rummaged his toolbox and produced a pair slim tit pumps.
He remembered me, winked, then got working. No lube this time, heat cream instead, which burned. Through the motions: pumped, held, banded. My poor tits poked half an inch out.
Leo-double got his done, sans heat cream. His tits sat nicely on his pecs, complemented his buff bod. Unlike my souped-up tits, which looked obscene on my slender frame.
Electro torture was next, alligator lead points clamped on my tits. My body writhed to variable currents, controlled by Leo-double. Bore the pain, cock went soft, hated it. But crowd suitably pleased.
Other 'participants' went through similar yet varied tortures, completely at the mercy of their dom or the crowd. Skinhead was mercilessly whipped, still upside down. Electro torture was popular, needles not so. One of the daddy 'participants' endured heavy weights. Asian twink moaned and screamed loudest.
I was flying high high high, intensifying my own tit ordeal. 2nd e peaked before the 1st troughed, amounting to double dropping. No come down. No crashing and burning.
Nettles on my tits next, which stung like a motherfucker. Leo-double followed with pinwheels, worsened the sting. I screamed, but the sound drowned by music and cheering voyeurs. Strangely my cock soon grew to half-mast.
Cigarettes embers were next, turned me on, its heat felt fucking great against the stinging. My tormentor knew what he was doing. Candles were then brought out, its flame provided a more steady torment. Took my cock to full mast. Leo-double's too.
New sets of clamps attached, this time weighted. Leo-double adjusted various chains, made me kneel, knee pads on, legs spread wider, spider gag on. Still immobilised. He then added another pair of chained clamps to my tits and anchored its chain to my spider gag. Taut.
My engorged tits had enough real estate to accommodate a 2nd pair of clamps, adding another dimension to the torture/pleasure as my tits were pulled in opposing directions.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork, then acquiesced to requests to skullfuck me.
Fucking delighted to have my throat abused by his 12-incher, as the momentum of throatraping rythmically tugged on my tits while voyeurs added more weights to it. Spanks landed on my arse, priming it for invasion, couldn't see who.
Mouth was bucketing saliva, enough lube for Leo-double. Cheered by the crowd, he went behind me and rammed his fuckpole in my arse. Another cock quickly filled my throat.
Spitroasted while tit tortured -- too much, too quick -- even for a high titpig like me. I shook my head and retched, struggling against my bodage. Poppers appeared under my nose.
2 hits and everything fits, they said. It did indeed, they were right.
Now docile, spitroasting resumed, weights jingling from the double assault. Precum formed on my cockslit. I must've looked like a depraved titpig in absolute heat.
Leo-double hoarded my cunt, no complaints from me, the way he used his fuckpole. He grabbed my hair to keep my lolling head in place for throatfucking. Stream of cocks throatused me, their legs pulling my tit chain, sprayed their cum on my slutface.
A tiny pocket Latino slave was ordered by his master to ride my hard wet cock. He knelt in front of me, and rode he did. My cock yielded no cum, but the fuckpig rutted away happily. He provided another mouth to service the increasing number of cocks.
No breaks. Who needed one? I was content sucking the steady stream of cocks. But main pleasure derived from my abused tits and the relentless porking by Leo-double's 12-incher. Pocket slave's cunt massaging my cock brought up the rear of the pleasure train.
Tit chains were added, connecting Leo-double's tits to my weighted ones and finally to tiny pocket slave's. Had no idea how the chains stayed on - a triumph in tit-pleasure engineering.
Crowd surged and ebbed in cycles, portable bondage furniture and restraints brought out for side actions, for anyone to use at leisure. With them came boxes of tit paraphernalia, strategically strewn about the room. Clamps, weights, pumps, et al. No tits left out.
Leo-double ramped up his fucking pace, convulsed, then bred me. My tight cunt and the clamps on his tits proved too much. After his spasm subsided, he withdrew his monster cock, then quickly slapped my arse. My arse clenched in response, trapping his copious studjizz in my cunt.
A mad clamour started for my now vacant arse, now suitably cum-lubed. Keep 'em coming boys!
Leo-double pried away tiny pocket Latino slave from my cock, then abused his tits in tandem with his master.
At various points weights were added then removed in succession, nettles topped up, cigarettes embers proffered. No rest for my tits. None for my throat and cunt either, as more cocks dumped their load in both ends.
High on e, temporal awareness was absent. When crowds thinned, I deduced that party was winding down. An over-enthusiastic dom was too aggro tugging on my titchain while fucking me, that the clamps detached.
He knew what he was doing, as he deliberately massaged my unclamped tits. Fucking pain! Blood rushed in as tit bands dislodged, made me gobble more of the cock that skullfucked me. A soother while waiting for agony to transmute to pleasure.
Pain ebbed, tit thrill peaked, completely in the zone. Oh man!! Stuck my arse out further, increasing access to my cunt. Utterly pliant.
Music ended and crowd cheered as I moaned. 'Breed me', I begged unintelligibly, 'give me my reward'. It wasn't long before both cocks seeded me in quick succession, and left me wanting more.
'More', I pled, as I rode Aggro dom's cock, still hard in my cunt, still breeding me. When he finally withdrew his cock, I regretted my grovelling, the emptiness in my cunt suddenly amplified.
Not quite the finale I hoped for, as I lusted for more. But Wolfy started to clear people out, as Leo-double unchained me. I offered to submit to him, but was turned down.
Still high, still horny. Insatiable nympho. Aggro dom stood nearby, catching his breath. Lunged for his slimy hard cock.
Effort paid off, as he pried my mouth of his cock and attached a leash to my ball stretcher, then led me away. I struggled to walk after kneeling for so long, my hard cock bouncing to my uneven steps.
Other parties were winding down too, as fellow kinksters poured out of the various bars and clubs, making their way back to the hotel in various state of post-debauchery.
Excited to continue serving Aggro dom. Decent muscles, nice thick cock, a Jessy Karson lookalike, just slightly beefier. Certainly fuck like Jessy, a twisted kinskter.
Hotel lobby was buzzing, pop-up bar serving nightcaps. Aggro dom marched me straight through the lobby, up the stairs, presumably to his room, but not quite.
He halted at the staircase landing and bent me over the banister, then restrained my wrists and ankles to the railings, legs wide apart.
Aggro dom fingered my cunt for a while, then encouraged passers by to use me. Then he left me there, said he was off to the bar.
Pimped out. AGAIN. Nice!
Reeling from the event earlier, I pled for anyone to use my cunt. Anyone. Stuck my arse out as far as my bondage allowed. Gagging for it.
Some laughed, others took up my offer. One cock after another, adding more cum to earlier deposits. Cumpigs licked my legs, lapping up jizz that spilled out of my cunt.
Even masters allowed their slaves to breed me. Not humiliation in my books.
Wasn't a mad clamour this time, more flitting breeding, broken by the occasional rimming, spanking and ball pulling.
Bottleneck formed on the landing as mob of kinksters used my hole and voyeurs watched, cheering and spurring.
Doms and masters followed suit, tethering subs and slaves over the banisters in similar fashion. Some sat on the floor, their hands manacled to the railings, their mouths for public use. Most bent over like me, offering their cunts.
A one-slut show turned into an impromptu parades of arses and throats, proferring services for kinksters as they made their way up the stairs. Encore to earlier revelry. My pleading and grunts soon drowned by the baying horde.
Impromptu sessions like this cultivate freestyling. A couple of fingers in my cunt grew to four. Had bigger, yes, but cocks. Unsure re a fist. Didn't find out anyway.
Aggro dom turned up, freed me from my bondage, seized the leash then led me away to his room.
He dragged me onto his bed, anchored my balls to the bedpost, ordered me on all fours, then blindfolded me. Didn't mind, as long I was rewarded with more aggressive fucking.
Heard the clicking and subtle sound of buttons being pushed, as he pottered about the room, doing... fuck if I knew. Made me wait, made me more horny.
Grew impatient. I wiggled my arse to entice his cock, failing that, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Begged him to use my holes, while crawling towards the sound of his movement around the room, impeded only by my anchored balls. E makes one resort to degradingly desperate actions.
Finally offered, which I fervently gobbled like a greedy pig. Took time to get him hard, but none of us were rushing.
Aggro dom lived up to his namesake though. Extremely verbal, taunting me with humiliating names, yet not floridly so.
'You're a dirty shameless cockwhore, aren't you?' 'It is, Sir!'
'Who owns this cummy well-bred cunt?' 'You do, Sir!'
'You fucking love this dick in your well-plowed hole, don't you?' 'It does, Sir!'
You get the gist.
Equally tactile as well. His hands alternated between grabbing my hair, choking my throat and slapping my arse. Yet his prime target was my abused tits. Pulling, pinching and twisting, strategically in between clamping. Certainly knew how to dominate this titslave.
His plowing, though punishing, was curiously in random bursts. Yes it was forceful enough propel me all over the bed, limited only by my shackled balls, yanked to its utter limit. Yes it satiated my hunger to be punish-fucked. But there were also lulls in the pummelling when, at times, he dismounted me altogether.
Only when my blindfold dislodged during one bout of particularly rough fucking that the penny dropped. The room was flooded with bright light. Webcams on tripods surrounded the bed, feeding live streams to fuck knows where.
Aggro dom were interacting live with distant voyeurs. Thus the lulls explained, as he read feedbacks and suggestions on the laptop. Unusual way to gratify his exhibitionistic streak, as there were ready audience in the festival.
Perhaps he was making profit from it. Perhaps not. Probably be on Xtube soon.
He acquiesced to demands for close-ups of my cunt, and his cock pillaging it, though more interested in flexing his muscles while he did so. Ah, another penny dropped. Vanity was the true raison d'etre of the elaborate get up.
I was the unsuspecting accomplice, but not unwilling. I readjusted the blindfold and let Aggro dom get on with the charade, before he lost steam altogether.
Alas he didn't seed me again. Not entirely a let down, as he dished out the rough. Though cam voyeurs looking for the money shots might think it was all fur coat and no knickers.
Ordered to suck his softening cock when pesky knocks on the door interrupted us. 2 thuggish looking black doms walked in, tall and lean, tattoos and all. Donkey cocks between their legs dangled semi-erect.
Caught my attention and stirred the inner slut. Yum. They had to be twins. Same lean build, same severe look, same endowment.
They were known to Aggro dom as they greeted each other and chatted away. My tethered balls were unchained, the leash re-attached to my collar and handed to black thug twins. Curious re their arrangement, but too mesmerised by their cocks to care.
Just like that, I was handed over to my new doms. 2 for 1, no complaints there.
They led me away as we traipsed through the heaving corridor, almost tripping over the runting crowd. More open doors than the previous night as actions spilled out of rooms.
Up a couple flight of stairs, down a corridor and into a massive crowded room, a suite almost. Another orgy in full swing, in full view. Door wide open. Free for all.
We wrestled through to the far end of the suite to a long corner sofa, hidden amongst clouds of thick stagnant smoke. Billows of it hung in the air, fed by gurgling pipes at the impromptu ice den.
Thug twins found a gap on the sofa and sat, well squeezed themselves really. I knelt, mouth open, hoping their cocks were on offer. But one chucked a lacy pink thong at me, while the other lit his pipe.
Thong went on, tight fit, my stretched balls and hard cock spilled out of it. But it framed my arse nicely. Then Thug 1 attached tit clamps with bells on my nipples. Aggro dom must've passed it on. Pain, initially, after a few hours reprieve. But felt good afterwards.
Thug 2 passed his pipe to Thug 1, then hauled me effortlessly on their laps. Fuck me, what strong arms! Balanced myself on their thighs on all fours, face inches away from Thug 1's cock. Took the liberty, greedily stuffing my mouth with it as he smoked the pipe.
Spanks landed on my presented arse, firm and loud, jingling my tit bells. It amused Thug twins to no end, before tugging on my balls for more continuous ringing. They called me 'princess' and 'slutty whore' while snapping my thong straps. A long wig would just complete the unnecessary effeminization.
Whatever rock their boats. I was happy feasting on Thug 1's growing black lollipop. Quite a challenge to fit it, at full mast, pass my throat. But I forced it down. Heaven.
His cock tasted strongly of cunt juice - ripe and funky; the stench dominated my nose. It had been places. Would usually made me retch, but turned me on this time, rock-fucking-hard. I skullfucked myself on his pole, greedy and ravenous, ringing my tit bells as I went.
My teeth soon got in the way, girth of his cock grew to much. Undeterred, I applied the spider gag and resumed full steam. My throat raw and sore, but intent on getting my reward, having been denied cum from Aggro dom earlier.
Thug 1 threw his hands above his head, taken aback by my eagerness, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Too much it seemed, as the lingering taste of cunt juice were soon diluted by his precum.
His succeeding orgasm took both of us completely off guard: his cum thick and copious, the grunts loud and guttural as it filled the room.
I moved quick to deepthroat him. Not wasting that thug juice. Guzzled it all like a thirsty cumpig. All mine.
As his bucking abated, Thug 1 took over the reins, held my head fast and skullfuck me as Thug 2 egged him on. 'Princess likes cum. Let's feed him more,' he jeered.
Thug 2 ordered me to felch out the collective cum in my cunt while fingering it. I bore down to expel today's deposits, now churned to semi-solid gloop from Aggro dom's rough fucking. Thug 2 scooped and fed them to me as Thug 1 held my head.
Tasted rancid, like aged cheese, but fucking delicious! A toxic blend of cunt slime and stud jizz. Got greedier as I tasted more of it. Amused thug twins too, and it better turn them on.
Thug 2 teased few remaining drop with his fingers and smeared it on my face. 'Put your make-up on, bitch'. What a waste, but it marked me accurately: a cumwhore.
Deprived of that last nectar, I lunged for Thug 2's cock, now at full mast from degrading me. Poor fare compared to churned cum, but tasty all the same, and tasted of cunt juice like Thug 1's. Mmmmm.
Thug 1 rimmed my cunt as Thug 2 banged my tonsils with his donkey cock. Fucking love a good rimming, and he was a tongue maestro.
Alternated between deepthroat and the old in-out routine. Kept Thug 2 happy as he puffed away on his pipe, big grin on his face. Then passed the pipe to Thug 1, who took liberal hits then blew the smoke in my cunt.
Weird sensation, the chill tingled my cunt. I hesitated the ice suppository, still flying high from earlier psychoactives, but did not object. It was probably already in my system from secondhand smoking anyway.
Not ready to cum, Thug 2 ordered me to dance. Wtf? 'Yeah dance for me, princess.'
I got up and wriggled my body to the background sound of orgying moans and grunts in the room. This 'princess'(!!!!) needed music to dance. And this 'princess', would slyly lap-dance his cunt to Thug 2's cock.
Straddled his legs, still 'dancing', then my cunt enveloped his long cock, ball deep. Continued to 'dance' on his pole, gyrating my hips in figure-of-8 movement. Jingled my tit bells too. He liked that.
Thug 1 stuffed his softening cock into my vacant mouth.
Danced the spitroast dance. Residual taste of churned cum umami in my throat bolstered my rhythm. My hands gingerly massaged their balls and perineum.
Yet Thug 2's cockhead didn't quite rub the right spot, and Thug 1's cock still limp. Couldn't have that now, could we?
Braced one hand on Thug 2's ripped abs then readjusted the angle. Ah there, just there, as I felt the blunt serpent jabbed my prostate. Fuck yeah!
Squatted urgently up and down on Thug 2's pole. Got the tempo just right. Now onto Thug 1's cock.
Tongue action failed to arouse it. Succeeded earlier with my throat, so took all of it in, nose buried in his pubes. Harder with a soft cock, yet easier with my numb and raw throat.
Gave all I got: tonsils, cheeks, tongue. Alas, lips incapacitated by spider gag.
Slow and steady did it, steadying my head on his fuckrod, one arm around his thighs. Took a while, but got it bone hard in the end, half of it way down my throat. Gagged it. Gasped for air when I ousted it, eyes watered, bucketing spit.
Didn't waste time. Thug 1 grabbed a fistful of my hair, then positioned himself behind me, hard cock demanded entry into my filled cunt.
Went in easy, the combined girth I could take. It was their cocks' length that got me. Deep and numb pain seared my inside, as if both black serpents had speared me deep into my chest. Exaggeration, yes, but it certainly felt that way.
My legs shuddered, torso paralyzed, teeth gritted. The crucial point that rendered me indecisive. That point when unbearable pain co-existed with chronic cock lust.
Weathered the psychosomatic tug-of-war. I needed this double dick down, even if it damaged me.
Glad Thug twins didn't tarry. Thug 1 gripped my titchain down. Thug 2 held my hair fast. Synchronised their fucking motion; one inwards while the other outwards.
Coordinated cunt-mauling commenced. Impressive teamwork. Each understood the other's way of abusing a cunt, completely in tune with the need of the other. Like twins do.
Yet selfish too, as each fuckrod strove to jack pile deeper and better than the other. Respectively pulling on my hair and titchain, each tried to wrest my arse closer. Each desired more access to it.
I was the submissive ragdoll in the middle of the DP tussle. Passively alternated between leaning forward and backwards.
Struggled to focus amidst the multiple onslaught, despite the pleasure of their dominance. My cunt, numb from the double porking, spasmed in response. And Thug twins enjoyed that.
It was when I surrendered completely that I remembered: this predicament wasn't about my pleasure, it was entirely theirs. Just like in the darkroom the previous night. Just like the other times.
Therein, paradoxically, lay the source of my pleasure in subjugation. Stop fighting the pain. Stop trying to focus. Just let be.
Then it arrived, that overwhelming thrill as it washed over me, finally. I voiced it out in a long continuous moan. Seized the lust again.
Fuck me they had the stamina, there was just no let up to their battering, a pair of black steamrollers on steroids.
Then, without warning, Thug 2 hooked his arms behind my knees to support my weight and abruptly stood up. Thug 1 followed suit and reinserted his dislodged cock. Crossed my ankles on Thug 2's nape and hooked my right arm around Thug 1's neck.
A standing double-fucked sandwich now, new positioned that disorientated me, but gave them even more access to my cunt, as my body weight bore down on their rigid poles.
Amazing strength in Thug twin's arms, matching their stamina. I wasn't heavy, but anyone who had attempted this stance can attest to its demands.
What voracious appetite to use a sub's cunt! The length they went to! This would go down as one of the legendary notches on my bedpost. The fact they they were (possibly) twins already merited one.
No longer a tangled mess on the couch, but stood out in clear view, we drew the crowds. A couple of mouths around my filled cunt, another cock demanded access, a few hands rattled my titchain, one edged my hard cock. We were surrounded by a circle of fuckpigs wanting action, jacking their cocks.
Boom! The ice hit. Felt euphoric, light as a feather, cock lust bolstered. HIGH!
Yet a short-lived experience. =[ . Thug 1's cock went limp and summarily expelled. Probably too high on ice. Shame.
Utterly disrupt the scene, just as I reached a new high. Best-laid plans of mice and men.
A cocksucker stepped in to fluff him, but another cock took his place in my mangled cunt and came immediately!
A few more exploding cocks replaced it, the snug fullness of a filled cunt proved too much for them. Those that didn't make it into my cunt just jizzed my torso. Kneeling cream pie pigs feasted on the spillage.
Thug 2, still the star fucker, broke sweat and became breathless. He was close. Again, without warning, he carried me away from the crowd to a low padded table nearby.
Thug 2 dumped me on it, on all fours, then pile-drove his solitary cock home. My cunt, now sloppy with added cum, squelched loudly to his accelerated pounding. My tit bells jingled louder now that they hung free from my tits.
The assembled crowd followed us, and cocks jostled for my mouths. Creampie pigs vied for pole position near my cunt, losers made do with sucking my cock.
Thug 2's breeding was elaborate, protracted, loud and beastly. One hand hastily grappled my hair, while the other spread my arsecheeks. He mounted the table, legs on either side of my waist, and forcefully rammed his cock ball-deep.
He announced his climax, seeding me that I (metaphorically) tasted it in my mouth. More cum expelled out of my cunt. Feral grunts accompanied the first few spurts, before rocking his hips in tandem with subsequent eruptions.
Not content with only his jizz, he pulled out half his serpent and demanded cum from bystanders. A few answered his clarion call, aimed their ripe cocks, and spilled their contributions on Thug 2's cock.
He pushed in and out again to deliver the additional cum, his primitive grunts evolved to adroit choice of words that took me by surprise. He called me colourful names befitting my submissive role. Dom tops that verbalize their dominance to enhance their prowess, instead of compensating for the lack of, are hot!
Finally he withdrew completely, and my cunt ejected its content with explosive force, a projectile mixture of trapped gas and jizz. It drew exuberant roars of delight, despite my embarrassment, and prompted another scramble by depraved cumpigs to savour the creampie.
Thug 2 snapped my thong strap and announced that my cunt was now open for all to breed, then disappeared through the jostling crowd.