The Human Fucking Machine

I don’t quite remember how I got myself into this situation. I remember chatting with my buddy Ivan, who’s also a bodybuilder, Dom Top, who loves to fuck as many guys as possible. I’d been to a sex party the day before, and we were chatting.

The party had lots of guys who needed to get fucked and not nearly as many guys who needed to fuck a nice hole. I’d been sucked by several guys who wanted me rock hard before I fucked them. Consent is the key word at these events. If a guy sucks your cock and then shows you your ass, I figure that’s as good as a written contract. Then there are the guys crouching on the padded platforms, heads down, asses up, just begging to be fucked. I had fucked 5 or 6 guys that night and was ready for my next party.

As I said, I was telling Ivan about the event, suggesting he come with me to the next party. He dared me to go as his sub top—he would decide who I’d fuck and for how long. I was a little hesitant. Not everyone at these parties is up to my standards. But the concept of being a human fucking machine was hot. I’ve had subs I’ve ordered to fuck another sub. It was mainly to open the sub’s tight ass, so I could take sloppy seconds, and just plunge my big, thick cock balls deep in the sub without any need to open him up.

I wasn’t totally open to the idea of being a human fucking machine, but on the other hand, it definitely interested me. I do love to fuck a nice ass, and it could be interesting to put the control into my buddy’s hands. I wasn’t going to get fucked or suck cock, so how bad could it be? And there may be no relationship between what a guy looks like and what his ass is like. I had to give Ivan total control over me and my dick. We found a party a couple of weeks later and planned to go.

It was an early party, starting at 4 p.m. on a Sunday. We arrived about 4:30, paid our entrance fee, and walked down the narrow stairs to the basement. Quite the seedy space with a raunch that got me hard just thinking about all the needy asses that would be waiting to be fucked.

I stripped naked except for my motorcycle boots. (Footwear is required as there can be some slippery liquids on the floor, especially as the night progresses.) ivan took his shirt off to reveal his muscular chest, back, and arms, but kept his jeans and boots on. He then pulled a leather collar out of his small bag. I wasn’t going to have it. Being a human dildo at his command was one thing, but being collared by him was pushing it. He reminded me that I agreed to whatever he wanted, so I went along with it. I figured it would let people know that I wasn’t in command of my dick and it was worthless to beg me to fuck them. He buckled the collar around my neck, and then I heard a padlock snap shut. With the key safely in his pocket,   there is no way I could take the collar off if I got tired of this game. He pulled out a leash and attached it to the collar. This was getting really bad.

I figured we were all set for a night of debauchery. I was in the middle of a lean bulk cycle and was taking caber. It’s used by bodybuilders to prevent gynecomastia, gyno, associated with a couple of the steroids used. It has one very appealing side effect. It allows you to recycle much more quickly after you shoot a load so that you can get hard and fuck again within a few minutes as opposed to an hour or more. It’s great for the ego and the dick.

There was one more surprise in his bag. He had an insulin syringe half full—I knew that was the maximum dose of Trimix you can inject. Trimix is a combination of three medications that induce a hard-on — the hardest you’ve ever had, regardless of whether you’re aroused or not. It’s used a lot by escorts and porn actors to be sure they can get the job done. Who wants a limp bottom when they can be sporting a boner?

Ivan grabbed an alcohol wipe, cleaned off my dick, and inserted the needle in one quick movement. It stung for a moment, and then I felt the liquid entering the shaft of my dick. He removed the needle and recapped it. He then grabbed my dick where he’d given me the shot to prevent bleeding. With that, I knew my fate was sealed. It was going to be an evening of fucking as many guys as my buddy wanted me to. He told me he’d checked our clothes and phones—privacy is a major concern, so it’s pretty standard at these events. So now, I really couldn’t leave without his approval. I didn’t know the number of my clothes check, and I was sure he gave some random initials as mine. It’s a security measure so that if you lose your claim check and someone finds it, they can’t just present the claim and get your belongings. The dye was cast.

I had been hard when we walked into the party, but the collar and leash were quite a blow to my libido. Now, my dick was only semi-hard, though we both knew it would be pointing straight up in a matter of minutes. My buddy had me stand in one of the better-lit spots in the basement and ordered me to hit a classic front double bicep pose. Several guys noticed us, as we were the only jacked guys in the basement. I then hit a few other poses as my dick got harder and started standing up. When I hit a side chest pose, my dick was clearly visible sticking out and up. A few guys walked up and looked admiringly at my rock-hard dick. My buddy could tell his human fucking machine was ready to be put to service. I was just hoping he’d have some standards as to whom he made me fuck.

Ivan started by parading me around the play space. There’s a fairly large room in the back along with one in the front, where the DJ plays music and there is a selection of beverages and some candy. In between there are some mazes with slings, padded benches, and glory holes. We took a lap around the space. We stopped in the large room in the back. There was a decent-looking guy in a sling. Legs up in straps and his butt presenting itself. His hole was shaved clean and begging to be taken. My buddy indicated that this would be my first fuck of the evening. I walked up to his ass. He nodded approvingly of my dick. I spit on my hand and lubed up my cock. I then just slid right into his waiting ass. The bottoms at these parties never need to be opened up. They amazingly are always easy to enter and with one push, you’re balls deep. And they’ve already lubed themselves up. I’m sure they must inject a decent amount of lube so they’re good for the night.

Despite the ease with which I entered him, he was plenty tight to make my dick even harder. I pounded the guy for a good 10 minutes. I was able to pull all the way out of him and then drive my dick in balls deep. It felt so incredibly good. I shorted my strokes so that I only came out a couple of inches before driving back in. The guy had this huge grin on his face. He couldn’t get enough of thick dick.

While I was fucking him, I saw this fat guy who was nothing to look at talk to my buddy. He must have figured out Ivan was the guy controlling my cock. I saw the fat guy give Ivan a Benjamin [$100]. I’d never been whored out like that before, though I’d done a little escort work in my college days for extra spending money.

Ivan told me to pull out. The guy must have been desperate to get fucked. He just stood by the man in the sling and bent over, offering me his ass. I offered to rinse my dick off, but he wanted me to fuck him that very moment. Ivan told me he wanted me to take my time getting down to my balls. I thought he’d be tight, but this guy was loose. Fucking him almost felt like nothing. A real downer for me. Ivan owed me a lunch with the profit he was making off of me. The guy told me to fuck him real slow. Ivan nodded and told me to do like the man with the money said.

I obediently did as I was told. I never mind starting out slow, but after loosening a guy up, I tend to go hard and fast. Most guys I’ve fucked like it that way. However, given that I had no idea of how long this human fucking machine was going to have to last, I decided this was a good thing. The other good thing was there’s no way going this easy that I’d ever breed this guy. The guy didn’t make any other requests and I just kept fucking away. Ivan looked at his watch and announced that 20 minutes had passed and the money had run out. At least Ivan thought I was worth as much as your typical escort, at least in terms of hourly rate.

I pulled out and Ivan led me to a sink where I could wash the lube off my dick and start fresh. He then led me to the big room with the DJ and refreshments. Ivan grabbed a beer while I grabbed a Diet Coke. Competition season was coming up and alcohol wasn’t allowed. While I was sitting, drinking my soda, this twink kneeled between my legs. I could tell he wanted to suck my cock. He looked up at me. I nodded toward Ivan who told him to enjoy himself.

The kid was good. It was actually more enjoyable than I thought. I just sat back drinking my Diet Coke while he took my cock down to the balls. And stayed there. For a good 45 seconds or more. That’s good breath control. My cock felt so good in his throat. He kept me rock hard and feeling good before I was put to work again.

I finished my Diet Coke. That was the end of my break and the blow job. Ivan pulled on the leash, and off we went, this time through the maze of small rooms with benches, slings, and glory holes. More than a couple of guys looked wantonly at my cock, and there were a couple I’d have happily fucked, but this wasn’t my rodeo. We stopped at a cubicle with this tiny Asian kid in a sling. A twink. Again, not my first choice. I like them with some meat on the bones. I had no idea if my cock would fit in him, but most of the bottoms at these parties are pros. So here was hoping.

I walked up to him, my cock sticking up and rock hard. The kid commented on the size, and said he wasn’t sure, but I should give it a try. I figured I’d check out how tight he was with a finger or two, or three, and take it from there. I spit on my fingers and wiped it on his hole. I spit on my index finger and entered his hole without a problem. I spit on my fingers again and slowly worked two fingers into his hole. I spent several minutes opening him up. If I’d had my way, I would have just forced my cock in his hole and started fucking him slowly. He actually was easier to open up than I initially thought, and before I knew it, I was balls deep in him. I started fucking him slowly. I quickly picked up the pace until I was fucking him with the full length of my cock. He’d squeeze my cock hard as I pulled out, and then let me pound him hard, my balls slapping up against him. His moans could be heard for quite a distance. This caused a small group of guys to gather at the entrance to the cubicle. They were stroking their cocks. The audience really got me horny. I was pulling my cock out of the twink’s ass and pounding him hard. I could feel the tension mounting in my dick and balls. I probably wasn’t supposed to breed him, but his ass felt so good, and I was so close, I had to nut. Ivan could see by the tension in my muscles and the expression on my face that I was so close. He pulled hard on my collar and told me I was done. It was too late. With one final thrust, I shot a huge load of steroid-rich cum deep in his hole. I let out a deep scream of pleasure. I stopped for a moment to breathe and gather my thoughts.

I could see Ivan was pissed at me. But he never said I could only cum with his permission. He knew twinks were not my type, and specifically picked this guy for that reason. But when you discover that the underfed twink has one of the best holes you’ve ever fucked and knows how to use it, you make the best of the situation. It was sweet revenge for the way Ivan was treating me.

I pulled out of the kid’s ass. Some of my cum leaked out of the kid’s ass. One of the guys watching wasted no time to eat the cream pie. He then approached my dick. I knew he wanted to clean my dick with his mouth. I always ass to mouth—any mouth, very hot. I’d calmed down since shooting my load and looked at Ivan. He gave a nod of approval. Between the Trimix and the caber, my dick stayed pretty hard while the guy obediently cleaned my dick with his tongue and then deep throated me to be sure he hadn’t missed any of my cum.

I now really needed a break. Ivan led me back to the front room where I grabbed another Diet Coke, along with a small bag of pretzels, while he grabbed a beer. A couple of the guys who’d watched me breed the twink had followed us to the front room. They both begged me to fuck them next. My dick was still hard with a few drops of cum at the tip. I told them Ivan was the man who determined who I fucked. One of them commented, “What are you, a human fucking machine?”

We sat for about 10 minutes, and Ivan gave a tug on my leash. I asked to take a leak before I started fucking again. He said “No.” There was an evil smile on his face. I knew what he was thinking. I’d confessed that one of the items on my kink bucket list was to piss fuck a guy sometime. I definitely could get into water sports, and the idea of filling a guy with my piss while fucking him took humiliation to a new level. I was concerned that Ivan would make me do it to some unwitting guy. He has a mean streak like that. It turned out he was going to find a willing victim.

Ivan had me stand on a bench and told me to flex. He then announced to the crowd that he needed someone willing to be piss fucked. Most of the crowd took a step back. A little too much for them. But one very average man came to the front, bowed his head and spoke to Ivan. “Sir, please let him piss fuck me, Sir. Please, SIR.

The club has a trough for their piss parties. Ivan led the victim to the trough with me trailing behind on the leash. Ivan positioned the victim on all 4’s so that if he let any of my piss leak out, it would spill into the trough. I stood just outside the trough at the end. It was late enough in the evening that I didn’t even bother to test the guy’s hole with my finger. I just slid my cock in his ass. I was able to go balls deep with no problem. He was well lubed with cum by this point. I started fucking him as hard and as fast as I could.

After a couple of minutes, I had to take a piss. I couldn’t hold it any longer.  I just buried my cock in him balls deep and stayed there. It took a couple of moments for the plumbing to switch from coming to going. Once that happened, I flooded him with my piss. It felt better than I expected. My bottom obviously could tell he was being filled with my warm piss. I was still hard when I was done pissing and started fucking the guy. Fortunately, he was tight enough that my cock prevented the piss from leaking out. I resumed fucking him as hard and as fast as I could. I was so turned on by having filled the guy with piss that I was close to shooting my next load. I tried pulling all the way out of the guy. He only lost a few drops of my piss. I pushed my dick back into him and told him I was going to breed him. The guy immediately replied, “Yes, SIR. Please breed this worthless faggot, Sir.” It only took me a minute or two to add my seed to the piss I’d filled him with. When I was done breeding him, I pulled out. Before I had a chance to move, the bottom turned 180° and started sucking on my cock. He cleaned off the cum, the piss, and his ass juice.

I walked away, spent. Ivan looked at me and smiled. He said, “Nice work, stallion. You got me so horny watching you service these guys. I need to breed one of them. He pulled his dick out of his jeans. He found a decent guy in a sling. He instructed me to stand at the head and feed the guy my cock while he fucked his brains out. I was still hard, and watching Ivan pound the guy’s ass mercilessly got me horny, despite having just shot a load. As I’d said, I was worn out after having fucked for over 2 hours. I just let the guy suck on my cock while Ivan did his thing. It probably took him 20 minutes to breed the guy, but he let out a moan that could be heard throughout the club.

He pulled out and led me to the changing room. We went to the sink and washed off our cocks. He grabbed out clothes. He unlocked my collar and removed it. As we were dressing, he asked if it had been what I had expected. I replied that in most ways it was, though in some ways not. We left the club and walked toward the subway to head to our respective apartments.