Everyone in the stories I’m about to share are 18+
So some of you may have been following some of my stories about the slutty escapades I’ve been engaging in around the world, including my episodes with K, a gorgeous 19yo masseur who somehow ended up breeding me, and the time I had three hot japanese twunks separately use me as their playtoys within the span of 3 hours.
While it has mostly been an incredible ride (pun intended), you’ll probably not be surprised to learn that I also had quite a few not so perfect experiences. And one of those ended up becoming a pivotal moment in my journey towards unlocking the full potential of my inner slutty self.
But, before I get to that story, let me share how this slutty phase of mine got triggered in the first place…
The seed had been planted last winter, with me stumbling into this gay sauna in Europe, which, unbeknownst to me, catered to escorts and their clients. It was here that I had my eyes opened to the world of escorting, and from that moment on, it ruined regular hookups for me.
The moment I stepped foot into the place, it was obvious this place was… a bit different. Why were there so. many. hot. perfect. guys?! On a Thursday afternoon too. It felt like I was literally walking around on a porn set. And why were all these hot af boys not already fucking the brains out of each other, but standing around smiling and checking me out? I nervously smiled back at one of the boys as I explored the maze, still trying to comprehend what was happening, because I knew there was no way I could be this popular. The boy gently scoops me over by the waist as I pass, and draws me into an intimate hip-to-hip embrace. “What’s you’re name?” he asks, as a flush creeps up my cheeks. He gently caresses my ass with one hand, and reaches for my nipples with another. “I’m.. I’m uhh, Jay.” I stammer, as I feel myself lose control of my body.
“So Jay, what are you looking for?”
“I… I dunno,” I lied. I stared at the boy’s bronzed, muscular chest, it was glistening with some sort of oil or lotion, which also accentuated the definition of his sculpted abs. His dark, wavy hair fell slightly over smoldering, deep-set eyes that exuded confidence and allure. A slight smirk played on his full, inviting lips, while a shadow of stubble highlighted his strong, chiseled jawline. I fucking knew what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me silly, that’s what I fucking wanted.
“So are you a top? Or a bottom? Wait, don’t tell me… I bet you’re looking for someone to wreck this pretty ass of yours.” He gives my ass a firm squeeze.
I moan involuntarily, and nod with shame. The boy smiles and slaps my ass.
“I knew you were a little slut. You like to be abused, don’t you? I could do that, you know? I could open you up real good. Wanna see?” He moves my hands to his thick veiny dick. It feels so warm and tantalising in my hand, and I gaze at it hungrily. “You like it, huh?” I nod, as I gently stroke it. “So Jay, tell me, how bad do you want it? Would pay to be my bitch? For €70, I could do everything you want me to do to you.”
“Everything,” he whispers into my ears, making my knees feel weak. And it finally clicks, why everyone was being so friendly to me. A boy of this caliber would usually be so out of my league at a regular sauna that I would probably not even attempt to approach. Although I had not come here with an expectation of paying for sex, I wanted this guy so bad that I just couldn’t resist.
And so, I acquiesce. The boy flashes me a naughty grin, and leads me by my now rock hard dick to a private room. He locks the door, plops me down on the bed, and starts passionately kissing me. The soft glow of the single lamp casts a golden hue on his perfect skin. His lips are so soft, and they taste of strawberry. I’m just sitting there in disbelief, as this abercrombie model of a guy runs his fingers through my hair, while shoving his tongue down my throat. My left hand wanders along the chiseled lines of his abs, while the other rested timidly on his pecs, soaking in the heat radiating from his body.
The boy pulls his lips away from mine, his eyes lock onto mine, dark and intense, as his hands slowly slide down my back, pulling me closer into his hip. He leans in, lips against my ear, and whispers, “I’m gonna fucking wreck you, baby.” I whimper a bit as the words send a shiver of anticipation down my spine. His lips brush softly against my neck, igniting a trail of fire along my skin. With each touch, the world around me fades, the gentle thump of the edm outside becomes a distant hum, and all I can hear is the thumping of my heart, as time itself seems to slow down around me.
The boy kisses his way down my neck, and works his way slowly down to my chest. His soft lips and tongue, give me an electric shock as they envelop my sensitive nipples, and I cry out in ecstasy. My outburst encourages him to turn on the intensity on me, as he tightens his embrace. I writhe in heat in his arms, and push my ass into his pelvis. The boy smiles at me and takes off his towel , I follow the breathtaking V-line down to reveal his beautiful knob. It’s not particularly long, but it is aesthetically perfect, thick, veiny and uncut, flawlessly straight and symmetrical, with a beautifully defined head.
He pushes me back onto the bed, and drags my ass into him, then attacks my lips again, lightly biting them, and making love to my tongue. He swivels my head to the side, and starts nibbling on my neck, as I look into the mirrors on the sides of the room, taking in the image of this perfect hunk bent over me, making me moan like his little bitch. I feel like I’m in a dream, unable to believe the scene that is unfolding before me. I had only come to this place for a quick anonymous fuck, and now the hottest guy I had ever hooked up with was working on my body. What on earth was happening? I close my eyes and savour the moment. I am literally living my fantasy right now.
The boy’s warm hands find his way down my torso and in between my legs. I arch my back and let out a loud whimper as he starts toying with my hole. “Oh what a little slut you are.” He whispers to me as he starts to finger my hole. I squirm in delight, giving myself in to him, no longer being able to control myself. Out of nowhere, he swiftly produces a condom, and slides it on. He spits on my hole, and then proceeds to tease my hole with his beautiful cock. I writhe and push back at him, but he keeps it pressed against my hole, not entering me. “Nuh uh, tell me how much you want it.” I gasp, and convulse in despair. “Please. I need it. Please fuck me.”
“Beg me, baby. Beg me for it. Tell me how bad you need it.”
I gaze at his eyes in anguish, drowning in pure lust. “Pleeeaase!!! Please, daddy!!!” I don’t know why I called him that. He was clearly younger than me.
He smirks as he looks down on me, then leans down and whispers to me, “I don’t think you want it enough at all.”
I am in pure agony, and half sobbing by now, I plead with him. “Please, pleeease put it in me. I need you inside me.”
“Like this?” He smirks, as he barely just pushes the tip in. “Yes! Yeeees!” I whimper, as I wrap my legs around him and try to pull him deeper. But he stands his ground. The feeling of his cock just on the brink of breaching me drives me crazy, and I let out a loud sob as he teases me.
“Like this?” He asks again, as he pushes in slightly further. His head is now fully inside me, and I can feel him flexing his cock, driving me insane with lust. I’m literally bawling now. “I want all of it.. All of it please!!!” I exclaim in angst.
“Like this?” He asks once more, before suddenly slamming into me, driving himself deep into me, as I explode in ecstasy. “Like this?” He exclaims repeatedly, as he starts ramming into me rhythmically with increasing force. I cry out in euphoria, eyes rolling back in pleasure. His rhythmic thumping hits me again and again in my prostate, sending me into a carnal frenzy, and my head bangs forcefully into the wall, with every thrust of his body.
I muster all the willpower left in me to open my eyes and watch myself in the mirror. The scene is intoxicating, as this deity of a lad repeatedly pounds my ass, his torso glistening in the dim light.
“Take it, you little bitch. Take it!” He grunts, as he slaps my ass. Then with the palm of his hand, he grabs my leaking cock, lubes it up with my precum, and starts rubbing his open palm up and down my shaft and my balls in a circling motion. The sensation takes me by surprise, and reminds me that, fuck, that incredible scene I was witnessing in the mirror, was happening to me. I was not watching someone else. It was fucking. happening. to. Me!
The thought of it was just too overwhelming. and then suddenly, without warning, I could feel an explosion building up inside me. Fuck. He had only been pounding me for probably less than three minutes! I can usually hold it in for hours if I wanted to. I clenched my ass and grimaced as I did my utmost to hold back my orgasm, but there was nothing I could do about it. In fact, the mere act of trying to hold it back made it worse, as the electricity shot up through my balls, and up my shaft, and just concentrated itself at my tip, until the dam just burst, and I just started spraying and spraying like a broken faucet. It went everywhere, hitting my chin, covering my chest, and pooling up on my abdomen.
“Fuck,” the boy exclaimed, “what a little bitch.”
I sobbed as the cum continues spewing out of me as he pulled out. And because I hadn’t actively been wanking when I came, I hadn’t really fully finished climaxing yet, still clinging a bit to the final highs. He grabs my shaft, giving it a tight squeeze, and I cry out in rapture as a few last big spurts burst their way out of me at the touch of his hefty hands. “Fuuuckk,” he exclaims in disbelief, “How much do you still have in there. Look at all the mess you’re making. Fuck!”
I lie panting on the bed, feeling ashamed of myself, on the one hand for making such a big slutty mess, and on the other, for not being able to last even five minutes. I look at this hot stud standing before me, my glistening cum dripping from his fingers, and I’m still kind of in disbelief that this really just happened. The boy leans over, and wipes the cum on my face and my lips. “Clean up your mess, little slut.” I lap up his fingers in humiliation, as I stare shamefully into his eyes.
“Come on, boy,” he says giving me a few gentle slaps on the face. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
He grabs our towels, and motions me to follow him out of the room. I try to take one of the towels to cover myself, but he snatches it away. “Do you want to dry yourself in your own cum?” Good point. I hang my head in shame, and follow him out, naked, drenched in my own cum. Two boys are sitting outside our room, and watch in amusement as I take my walk of shame. They eye me up and down, and one of them gives my boy a fist bump.
The walk feels like an eternity, as I walk past hot boy after hot boy, my dick flopping in the open, and cum caked on my face, and dripping down my torso. We reach an open shower, and he stands me in front of a shower head, and presses the water release button. The lukewarm water flows down my body, washing away the evidence of my shame. I stand there for a few seconds, enjoying the cleansing until the water cuts off.
“Hey,” he slaps my ass, “wash yourself up. I’m not your fucking bitch. You are mine.” He pulls my hand over to the soap dispenser, gives it a couple of squirts, then presses the button for the water again, and gives me another ass slap.
I meekly start lathering myself up, starting from my chest, and down to my ass, while he showers next to me, supervising my cleanup, muttering, “yea, wash that hole up real good, baby.” He pauses, then reaches over, as if he’d had enough of my nonsense, and slips his fingers deep in between my cheeks, giving my crack a series of thorough scrubs. “Yeaah, this is how you wash that up real good, boy. This is how.” He slaps my ass again as I cower in shame once again. A hot latino boy walks in, takes a look at me and gives me a slap too. “Nice ass boy.”
I’m now fucking sporting a semi again, despite having just blown my loads moments earlier. My boy looks at me, and shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re insatiable, huh?” he quips with a smirk, “You wanna go another round? Is that it?”
I shake my head no, ashamed to even look into his eyes. The water cuts off again, and he drapes the towel on me. “Imagine that, if you had put that on yourself earlier. You’d be covered in cum again now. But perhaps that’s just how you like it, huh? You’re a dirty, dirty little boy.”
I open my mouth to protest, but I promptly shut it again. Yes, I am a dirty, dirty little boy. The boy takes me upstairs to the changing room, and says, “I’ll wait for you here.” I go to my locker and scavenge for some cash at the bottom of my backpack. Fuck. I was short by about 10 euros. I went over to him, with all I had, and nervously asked him if he could wait for me to go out to an ATM. “How much do you have?” he asks. I show him the collection of crumpled notes I have in my hand, and he takes them, leaving me with the coins. “Keep those.” And he pinches me forcefully on the butt. “That’s for the missing 10,” he laughs. “Thanks, I really enjoyed it. You’re a proper slut.” His face was kind all of a sudden, a huge change from the bad boy vibe he had been giving just moments ago. “I’m Luke. If you’re ever horny again, you know where to find me. Then he ruffles my hair and slips away down to the basement again.
Watching the alluring outline of his perfectly toned back and his towel-wrapped bubble butt disappearing down the stairs, I gather my stuff, and try to compose myself. I walk out onto the street, still in a daze. I was still in a bit of a shock, as the potent smell of chlorine still lingered in my hair and my clothes. What had just happened?
I had just experienced getting railed by the hottest guy I had ever hooked up with. And the most incredible thing was, he wasn’t even the hottest guy there that day. He just happened to be the first one that hooked me in. This, was gonna fucking change everything. “This is no good. I’m gonna go fucking broke.” I thought to myself.
And thus was my first foray into the world of escorting. The following two weeks, I would end up returning to that sauna repeatedly. I later graduated to escort sites, where I could do extensive research on them before I contracted their services, and for the next few months, I would go through one after another after another of steamy, hot Bel Ami / Sean Cody looking boys.
And that brings me to the story of how I got bound, raped, and bred by one of these guys, a muay thai fighter in Bangkok.
Coming up soon.