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Amish country, Indiana—October, 2014

The text came in at 5:00am.  Really?  So soon? 

I squinted at the screen:  “Will you be joining me this morning?”

I grabbed my reading glasses and sent back a “yes.”

The phone binged again with another message—one sent before he could have possibly read my answer.

“Address I gave you.  @ 6am.  Look for the open window.”

The person giving the instructions was Bill, a versatile man who has appeared a number of times in these posts.  He is mid 40’s, with a shaved head and a fat dick.  And he is the most sadistic top I know.  He had a new sub.  A man who craved sex that he would feel for the rest of the day.  And Bill wanted me to help give the man something he’d remember. 

We were “breaking into” his house and “raping” him.

I didn’t bother to shower.  I dressed in my dirtiest jock and zipped myself into my flight suit.  I was going to make it a zippered fuck.  No fumbling with taking off boots and jeans, nor tripping with clothes down around my ankles.

I was working here in Northern Indiana for a few weeks.  I had mapped out the way to the “victim’s” house.   It was not far, but out in the country.  My headlamps cut through the early morning fog.  I was in my own corn maze as I went through field after field of brown and withered cornstalks.  And then I saw the number on his mailbox—big reflective numbers no trick could miss.

I parked behind Bill’s pickup.  He was here before me.  I got out, making sure I had nothing but lube in my pockets.  I went around behind the house as instructed.  Sure enough, there was a low window open.  I looked through it.  The room was dark save for a shaft of light coming in from the bedroom’s doorway.  I could quite clearly see the man on the bed and Bill in front of him.  The man was on all fours his ass towards the window.  Bill was fucking his thick cock into the man’s mouth.  The man was whimpering and doing his best to take the dick.

“Suck it, faggot.”

Bill saw me.  He held up a finger—signaling for me to wait a second.

“Get my dick good and wet.  It’s going up your ass.”

Bill pulled out of his mouth.  “Now turn around.  I’m taking your ass.”

The man complied.  His head was buried in his arms.  Bill grabbed his hair and pulled him up so he was on all fours.  At that moment the man saw me at the window.  He yelped.  Bill slapped the hapless man’s ass and entered him roughly with no more lube than the spit left on his cock.

And I climbed through the window hearing nothing but the man’s whimpering and the slap of Bill’s hips against the full butt.

I stand before him.  Bill still holds the man by the hair, forcing him to look at me.  I pull the zipper of my flight suit down slowly. My neck, chest, waist and finally my crotch are revealed to him.  My cock is swollen, making the dirty jock look particularly obscene.  I grind it into our victim’s face.  He inhales with one long breath.  He starts licking at it like I’d just given him poppers.  I work my balls free of the pouch.  He worships those, leaving them awash with saliva.  I push the head of my dick into his mouth—still in the jock.  He gags—but with his eyes shining with lust.  I peel the damp pouch aside.  My cock springs free and slaps him in the face.  He whimpers again.

“Fuck his hot mouth,” orders Bill.

I do.  Soon, Bill and I are thrusting into him in rhythm.  I finally pull out of his mouth.  A long strand of that thick saliva still connects us.  My hand catches it and I smear it on the victim’s face.  He grunts and his head hits the mattress.  I thump the back of his head with my cock.

“Take his ass.”

I turn him roughly so Bill and I don’t have to move.  “Clean his dick, fucker,” I bark out.  The victim gets Bill’s thickness into his mouth, just as I line my cock up with his puffy, used hole.  I insert.  One long stroke.  Balls deep.  And hold.  The man in the middle grunts and begins to whimper again. 

I am fucking fast and hard.   It’s all about me.  And the man doesn’t want it any other way.

Bill has pulled out of his mouth.  He slaps the man, telling him to shut up and take it.  When that doesn’t stop the noise, he rummages around on a night table, pulls out a sizable butt plug and shoves it into the man’s mouth.  The noise stops.

I keep fucking.  Bill twists the butt plug out of the victim’s mouth, turns around and grinds his butt into the man’s face.  I guide his head so his tongue is going right up Bill’s shit hole.  Bill strokes himself and calls him a faggot again.

We turn him once more.

“Taste your ass," I tell him.  

Bill puts the plug into the man’s ass.  Then adds his own cock alongside it.  The man arches his back, pulling off of me, and howls.  But he takes it.  He even mutters a “Thank you, Sir.”

When Bill pulls out, I turn the man in the middle once more.  I pull out the plug and toss it to Bill.  He feeds it to the victim.  I spit on his hole and sink in.  “I’m gonna shoot,” I announce. 

I do.   It’s not a big load, but a damn satisfying one.  Bill gets off the bed for the first time.  He comes around and pushes into the cummy mess I’ve left.  In three swift strokes, he shoots deep into our play toy.  Bill holds for a moment, then pulls out.  He grabs the plug.

“Wear this to work,” he tells the man as he slides it into the slimed hole.  “Keep our loads inside you all day.”

The man, plug in place, curls into a fetal position as we dress.

I go out the window first.  I have one leg out when I hear the used man on the bed whisper to Bill “That was the best.  Thank you, Sir.”

And I drive away, back into the fog.

Using Bill

Northern Indiana—March, 2014

Sometime in the course of fucking the Otter, Bill had whispered in my ear that he wanted some of my cock. But not that night.  I nodded and slipped into the hole at hand.

Next day I got a text.  When could I meet?  Bill wanted a session where he would not be in control.  This made me hard just thinking about it.  Taking this nasty pig top to places he usually forces others to go sounded like a great evening.  We agreed on a day.

I drove the back roads to Northern Indiana this time.  Bill was looking his hottest:  a work built body, tattoos that enhanced it, buzzed hair and a highly groomed goatee and chinstrap.  He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight Levi’s that showed an ample bulge.

The partner was out for the night.  Their sling was still in the living room.  The dogs were just as noisy, and happy to see me.  They were quickly banished to the bedroom.  Moments later, he came out of the bedroom door naked.  And Ready.

“Kneel.”  I point to the floor right in front of me.  I have used his absence to get naked but for a piss flavored jock and my combat boots.  He leans in to tongue my jock.  I stop him.  “Your wrist.”  I touch his left shoulder again.  He holds up his hand.  I place the leather restraint around it.  And buckle it securely.  And then the right.  His hands go behind his back.  I hook the right and left together.  Only then do I grind my piss-stained jock into his face.  “Now lick it and get me hard.”  My voice is low.  Intense.  Meant for just his ears.

He tongues the fabric; he chews on it.  A testicle slips out.  He lovingly slathers it with spit.  I reach down and pull the other out.  I hold them together and push them into his open mouth.  My cock is stiffening—actually hurting a little being contained in that damp jock. I pull it out.  And slap him across the face with it its meaty hardness.  “Suck me.”  He engulfs every inch.  “Get it wet for that hot hole of yours.”  He chokes on my cock.  I pull out to let him recover a little, then fuck his face hole.  Fast and shallow.  Then I push in slowly.  All. The. Way. In.  I hold it there until he chokes.  Tears spring up in his eyes.  I pull out, pull his head back and spit in his face.

I look down. I must be doing what he wants for his cock is the largest I’ve ever seen it.  And dripping.  I unfasten his wrists and get him up.  “Sling.”   Once in, I fasten his wrist to the chains by his head.  I add ankle restraints on his legs.  I clip them to the chains.  I hunker down and taste his hole.  His ass is moist and ready.  I dig my tongue deep, then stand up and spit into his mouth.  “It’s time to fuck.”  My cock pushes into him. All at once.

“Easy…” he grunts.  And then regrets it.  I pull out and slam back into him, treating him just like I have watched him treat our mutual boys.  He grunts again.  And takes it.  And even manages a “Thank you, Sir.” 

I fuck him for a long time.  When I have had enough for the moment, I pull out.  I walk down the side of the sling, proffering my obscenely wet cock to him, straight from his ass.  “Clean it up.”  Bill slurps away noisily.  I spit in his mouth again.  This time there is a clear “Thank you, Sir!”

I pull out my homemade spreader bar.  I hook it to the D rings on the two ankle restraints.  “Now hold the pipe,” I tell him. “I want your ass higher.”  The blindfold comes out of my bag next.  I push it into place.  “Now just relax.  He looks great all trussed into place. 

I add the egg shaped dildo.  It slides in rather easily after my cock.  I can see in his face when the head of it hits home.  I fuck him with it.  I add my cock alongside it and double fuck him. This makes his hole go all puffy.

I pull out, leaving the dildo in place.  Again I have him clean my cock.

And now I’m all over him.  I am cleaning his exposed pits.  Chewing on his nipples.  Or twisting them.  I fuck him briefly.  I spit on his hole.  I spit on his nipples and work it in.  I pinch his cheeks to make his mouth open and spit in it again.

I pull the dildo out, and shove it into his mouth.  Bill grunts and holds onto the spreader bar as I fuck his wide open ass.  I only stop to catch my breath.

And I remember another toy in my bag.

I spread a towel on the floor.  “Out you come.”   I remove the dildo, undo the various fasteners, but leave the restraints on his wrists and ankles.  “All fours.”  He’s a little wobbly, but makes it.  I grab a latex coated balls-on-a-string set. There are 5 of them.  The first pops in with ease.  Then another and another.  The fourth takes work.  But I get it lubed and planted.

I pull them out slowly.  Each emerges from his ass with a sigh from Bill.

I pull the last one out and plunge my cock into his winking hole. 

“Sir.  The time.  He’ll be home in ten minutes.”

“Then it’s breeding time.”  I pull out and stand up.  “Get back in the sling.”

I look at the swollen lips of his ass. 

Used. 

Wrecked.

I grin and push in one last time.

Bill Hosts a Hot Otter

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Double Decker

Northern Indiana—October, 2012

Ryan and Bill are the two few limit pigs that have helped me top a piss pig in the past—though not at the same time.  Ryan really wanted to bottom this time.  So we all met at his house.  He has a lot of pics of that encounter on his blog, “Spreading My Legs.”  Enough, for three full posts.  I have some for this post too, that were on my camera.  I can’t write about all the moments of hot sex we had that afternoon, but here are a few---as well as my favorite that he made no mention of in his post—straight out of “A Matter of Size…”

We are in his lower level.  It’s not a basement at all—it’s fully finished, as a bedroom and study.  I have brought the sling and rimseat.  We set them up next to the bed.  Ryan is on his knees sucking me, then Bill.  Then it’s my turn for two cocks in my mouth at once.  Bill does the same.  We can’t wait—Bill is on a tight schedule.  We get Ryan into the sling.  I lick at his tight pucker for a moment, and let Bill open him up.  I think of them as tops, but they both love to have their holes worked.  Watching Bill’s extra thick cock plow into him, I wince.  And piss.  I cover Ryan’s balls and cock.  Then I aim at Bill’s cock.  He is now fucking my clear piss into Ryan’s ass.  Bill calls me a “hot fucker” and starts banging Ryan’s dripping ass all that much harder.

Soon it’s my turn to fuck Ryan.  I taste his hole again.  It’s now awash with piss and precum.  I dig some out with my tongue.  I rise up and share it all with Ryan, letting my spit roll off my tongue and into his eager mouth.  I stand up and force my cock into his hole.  Damn, he’s still tight.  Bill sits on the bed, stroking, never taking his eyes off my cock entering his friend.  I fuck.  His hole is hot.  And he’s milking my cock on every stroke.  Bill stands and puts his drooling cock into Ryan’s mouth. 

I fuck until I’m winded.

“I want that dick in me, too.”  It’s Bill.  I was pretty sure I’d have two asses this afternoon.

“Oh, yeah,” I tell him.  “Get on the bed—on all fours.  You, too,” I tell Ryan.  He obediently gets on all fours next to his buddy.  “No,” I tell him.  Get on top of Bill.”  Soon I have their asses spread in front of me forming a hot hairy tower of male flesh.  I kneel.  I tongue Bill’s as yet unopened hole.  I work lots of saliva up it.  Then I stretch upward, and there is Ryan’s wet hole waiting for my tongue.

I rim Ryan.  Then back to Bill, taking some of the precum we’ve both fucked into Ryan, to lube up Bill’s ass as well.  I stroke and lube my cock as I eat.  I can’t get enough as I go back and forth between the guys.  They seem to love the novelty of it, too.  Soon, I rise and enter Bill.  He grunts.  It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been up his hole.  It takes a moment or three for him to relax.  Soon, I am plowing steadily, to the hilt.  I love watching my dick disappear in him.

Abruptly, I pull it out and stick it directly into Ryan’s twitching ass.  He is totally caught by surprise.  Just as he’s moaning in time with my strokes, I switch it again and sink deeply into Bill. 

Then Ryan.  Then Bill—fucking longer this time. 

Then just a couple of strokes into Ryan’s waiting hole. 

They can both feel the motion of me fucking, but they never know whose hole it’s going in. 

They love it.

When we finally stop—Ryan cleans my cock—he wants to taste every drop of man juice.

Next up is Bill in the sling.  I fuck him hard.  He takes me much more easily this way.  This inspires Ryan to fuck him, too. 

Bill has to leave….happy, but without dropping a load.

Ryan and I go back and forth between rimseat and sling.  He eats my ass for a long time, first in the sling and then with him under the rim seat (a first for him).  And I do the same for him.

When it’s finally time to breed him, we’re back on the bed.  I fuck, take a hit of Jungle Juice and let fly into his guts.  I cum for what seems like forever.  This is the first time he’s taken my load. 

We snap a pic of it to mark the occasion…

There are lots of great pictures of this event on his blog—check it out…