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Subject: Real Life Popper Trainer: Chapter 5 Hey guys, here’s Chapter Four. It’s a day later than I’d hoped to get it out, but I was busy this weekend and lost my usual writing time. I hope you all like it!. My continued thanks for the amazing feedback from the first four chapters. I’ve had some amazing chats with some really great guys, and had some some great suggestions from you; and I’d love to have more. If you have any ideas, I’d love to hear them. Even if I don’t use them in future chapters of this story, I’m sure I can use them in future stories. I have plans for a Halloween story, so if there’a anything you’d like to see in that, please get in touch. Please remember, this story below is complete and utter fiction, and it should stay that way. Leave your fantasies in your head, where they belong. Let kids be kids. Again, as with previous chapters, this story acts as popper trainer. Real world rules apply, poppers are not for everyone and they are not to be taken lightly. If you feel ill, STOP. Have a drink, get some fresh air. I cannot be held responsible for your actions. There are A LOT of hits in this chapter, be warned. You don’t have to do them all, go at your own pace. Last, and by no means least, donate to Nifty. It’s an amazing place that has kept me cumming for years. Support it as much as you can! Chapter Five `FUCK, YOU’RE A HOT LITTLE PIG, AREN’T YOU SAMMY?!’ Fingers gently removed the jockstrap from my mouth, and it left the best aftertaste, full of sweat and piss. Hands moved across my body in the dark, stroking me and massing me; they seemed to know where I was aching and kneeded the tension from my little muscles. `DRINK, SWEET BOY. A PROPER DRINK, THIS TIME.’ A straw appeared in my mouth, and as much as I didn’t want to wash the taste of the jockstrap and the sweat and grime of the mens’ arses from my mouth; I really did need a drink. I sucked gently, and was treated to the sweet, cold bubbles of Coke. I didn’t realise how thirsty I actually was, and took four large mouthfuls in rapid succession. `SLOW DOWN, YOU SEXY LITTLE COKE-SUCKER, THERE’S PLENTY MORE’ I did as I was told, and thankfully sated my thirst. `WE KNOW THAT WAS A STRUGGLE SAMMY, BUT YOU ENJOYED IT, DIDN’T YOU.’ `Yes sir’ `GOOD BOY, LIKE I SAID RIGHT BACK AT THE START, WE KNOW WHAT’S BEST, AND WE KNOW WHAT’LL MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD; AND I THINK THAT LAST LEVEL WAS PROOF OF THAT, WASN’T IT, YOU HOT LITTLE RIM PIG?’ `Yes sir’ I felt so strange. It was like the voice knew exactly what was going on in my head, and was able to express it way better than I could. These feelings that were only just forming inside me were now being played out in front of all these men, whoever they were; and I was starting to understand that they knew me better than I knew myself. They knew how to get me to the places I wanted to go, to do the things I wanted to do, to feel the things I wanted to feel. A pair of strong, hairy arms picked me up easily, reminding me just how small I was compared to these men; and pulled me into his chest. I latched on to him, holding him tight and nuzzling my face into his chest hair. He smelt amazing, like sweat and piss and cum, and I couldn’t get enough of it. `ALRIGHT, LITTLE PIGGY, LET’S GET YOU SET UP FOR LEVEL FIVE.’ The arms carried me a short distance and laid me down on my back on something cold and moving, and I flinched at the change in temperature as the arms let me go. `I KNOW IT’S COLD, SAMMY, BUT YOU’LL SOON WARM UP.’ I felt hands take hold my my wrists and ankles and fasten them above me so I couldn’t really move. Although it was cold, it was comfier than the wooden bench had been by far. I seemed to have something padded behind my head, which was held up so I was looking into the darkness through what I imagined were my spread open legs. `COMFY THERE, BUTT SLUT?’ `Yes’ I said quietly into the darkness. `GOOD, THIS LEVEL IS GOING TO BE HARD, SAMMY, WE WON’T LIE TO YOU. IT’S GOING TO BE THE HARDEST LEVEL YET. BUT YOU KNOW WE ONLY WANT WHAT’S BEST FOR YOU, RIGHT? AND WE KNOW WE’RE GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD.’ `Yes’ I repeated, and hated the fear in my voice. `GOOD BOY, SO ARE YOU READY?’ `Yes’ I said again, trying to sound as brave as possible. `THERE’S OUR LITTLE FAGGOT! INITIATE LEVEL FIVE.’ A tongue immediately dove back into my hole and I squealed in surprise. It took advantage of how relaxed my ring was, and snaked straight to my prostate, tapping it gently, causing me to moan, and my little dicklet to spring back to life. `THIS LEVEL IS GOING TO BE THE HARDEST SO FAR, SAMMY. ARE YOU LISTENING?’ I had to tear my attention away from the amazing feelings in my hole and focus on the voice in my ears. `WE SAID RIGHT BACK AT THE BEGINNING THAT SOME OF THE LEVELS MAY BE A BIT PAINFUL, AND THIS IS ONE OF THEM. BUT WE PROMISE YOU, IF YOU REALLY WANT US TO STOP, WE WILL, OK?’ I nodded in fear. `AND THAT DOESN’T MEAN WE’RE GOING TO LET YOU WIMP OUT AT THE FIRST SIGN OF TROUBLE, WE KNOW WHAT A GREAT LITTLE FAGGOT YOU CAN BE, SO YOU’VE GOT TO PUSH THROUGH. STOPPING IS A LAST RESORT, UNDERSTOOD?’ I nodded again. Between the tongue in my hole and what I was being told, I felt so confused, but the men hadn’t led me wrong yet, so I didn’t see they would do going forward. Some of the things we’d done so far might have been weird or uncomfortable (a massive dick fucking my throat for example), but they didn’t hurt. I couldn’t have guessed what was coming next though. `TO HELP YOU THROUGH, YOU’RE GOING TO NEED A LOT OF HELP, SO DEEP BREATHES, SLUT BOY, AND EMPTY THOSE LUNGS.’ I did as I was told, focusing on my breathing more than the tongue making my immature little prostate sing. `THERE’S GOING TO BE A SURPRISE AT THE END OF THESE HITS, SO THAT WILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO.’ I definitely heard laughing over the noise of the headphones again. `READY, FUCK SLUT?’ `Yes’. My answer didn’t match how I was feeling. `WE’RE GOING TO DOUBLE BARREL YOU THIS TIME, THAT MEANS A BOTTLE UNDER EACH NOSE. THEY’RE NEW BOTTLES TOO, SO GET READY TO FLY, LITTLE BITCH BOY.’ What I now knew was two bottles appeared under my nose, and it felt strange without having finger closing one of my nostrils shut, but I huffed anyway. `HIT!’ The added bottle made the hit feel twice as strong. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ I could feel my own drool hitting my chest at this point. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ The tongue in my hole slithered out, and I felt shuffling between my legs. It felt like someone was standing there. `HIT!’ Something big and blunt moved against my hole but didn’t try to go inside it. Hands held my hips. `HIT!’ `READY FOR YOUR SURPRISE, SAMMY?!’ I just groaned in response, my tongue lolling out of my mouth, a perfect string of drool contacting my tongue to my chest. `HOLD THIS NEXT ONE IN, FAGGOT! NOW HIT!’ I held my breath, my head was spinning more than it had been so far. My entire body felt like it had an electric current running through it. `YOU’RE GOING TO GET YOUR SURPRISE WHE YOU BREATHE OUT, FUCKER.’ `FIVE.’ `FOUR.’ `THREE.’ `TWO.’ `ONE.’ A lot of things happened at once, and I struggled to process them all. First, the lights were switched on so I could finally see. I was dazzled by it, and my eyes struggled to focus. Add I could see was that I was surrounded by men, but I couldn’t make out any details. Finally, my focus fell on the man between my legs, it was my Dad! Next, that big and blunt something that was against my hole thrust deep inside. I wanted to scream in pain, but the poppers were scrambling my brain. `THAT’S IT, LITTLE FUCK SLUT, TAKE THAT BIG HARD DICK UP YOUR SWEET LITTLE CHERRY PUSSY!’ Despite the poppers and the pain, I understood what was happening to me. My Dad was fucking me! This was my surprise! I locked eyes with him, and he looked so intent and happy I almost laughed. Instead I just groaned in pleasure and discomfort as he slowly began to saw in and out of my hole. My brain almost short-circuited with the sensations that were coming from my arse. I couldn’t process everything that was happening to me, so without really meaning to, I just moaned, `Daddy!’ I watched, almost disconnected from everything that was şişli travesti happening to me as he reached forward and gently pulled the earbuds from the ears. He handed them to one of the other men, and then held my face in his hands. He leant down closer to my face, gently stabbing into my arse with his big dick. I could feel the poppers wearing off a bit, and I could feel my hole spasming around his dick. It didn’t seem to be going all the way in, which I was glad of, but i was sure it would be soon. `Surprise, son!’ he said quietly. `Daddy?’ I repeated. `I’ve known you were a little fag for years, baby boy. Don’t worry about it, I love you all the more for it. And I can tell you love it too. Can you feel my big dick inside you?’ I nodded in his hands. `Yeah, you can. That’s the dick that made you, fucking your sweet little nine year old pussy. Fuck, you feel good, son.’ He kissed me deeply and gently, coaxing my tongue into his mouth with his own. He stopped moving, his dick implanted deep in me. It felt like he was touching something painful. `I don’t know how much you know about biology, Sammy, but there’s a second ring right here…’ He jabbed it tenderly to prove his point. `…and we’re going to have to get it opened up if you’re going to take the rest of my dick, as well as the rest of the team. How do you think we’re going to do that?’ `Help?’ I whimpered. `Fuck yeah! Now now about you ask Jack and your uncle Mike for some help?’ I looked passed my Dads’ head, up at the crown around us. We were surrounded by the rest of my Dads’ rugby team, all of them, including the coach, and a few of the less active players. On my left was our neighbour, Jack. He was grinning down at me, pride and lust in his eyes. Opposite him was my uncle Mike, my Dads’ younger brother, whose leer was almost hidden by his beard. I was stunned into silence watching all these men look down on me. I felt small and foolish and used. My Dad jabbed that second ring again to get my attention. `Jack? Uncle Mike?’ I whispered, `can I have some help?’ They produced a bottle each and held them under my nose. `You know what to do fuck slut’ said my Dad, `and now you don’t have earbuds in, you can just hit when any of us tell you, ok?’ I nodded. `Good boy! Now HIT!’ I breathed in deep, Dad remained still, just putting pressure on my second ring. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ My Dad leant down further and whispered in my ear. `You’re going to keep hitting until you feel ready to take it, son. Got that? And when you feel ready, you need to shout “Fuck me, Daddy!”. Got that?’ I nodded again as he pulled back away from my face. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ My hole was spasming so much, and my brain felt fried. I couldn’t feel any pain at all, just pleasure. `HIT!’ `Fuck me, Daddy’ I whimpered. `Louder!’ the whole team shouted, `Fuck me, Daddy!’ I said, `Louder, cunt!’ said my Dad before he kissed me deep again. I moaned into his mouth, and when he pulled back, I shouted, `FUCK ME, DADDY!’ The team cheered around us as my Dad thrust balls deep inside my aching hole. I could feel his hairy balls pushed up against my smooth hole. I screamed in pleasure as my body was seized by a drycum that hit me like a freight train. `Fuck yeah, son! Cum for Daddy! We’re going to fucking wreck that cunt tonight, Sammy!’ He pounded my hole relentlessly, seemingly not caring that I was coming down from a massive boygasm. He pulled back so he was stood back between my legs as he thrust, holding my hips in place so I couldn’t wiggle away from him. The team around him cheered him on, slapping his back in admiration. A few ruffled my hair affectionately. All were jerking off their massive (to me) dicks as they watched him all but rape his only sun. I looked up at my Dad, and he looked so hot to me. Sweat was running down his face and his hairy chest as he pounded me. `I know it’s a new feeling Sammy, but try and flex your little pussy muscles. Just try and squeeze them gently.’ I did as I was instructed and my Dad roared and doubled down on my hole. My eyes rolled back in my head as he thundered passed my prostate with every thrust. He longdicked me at such a speed his balls never seemed to stop crashing against my butt. I screamed out in pleasure again. It was just too much, and I hadn’t really come down from the high of my last cum as my Dad rabbit thrust into me. His screams of pleasure matched my own and his thrusts became more erratic. `Fuck, Sammy! I’m going to cum in your sweet fucking cunt!’ He stopped balls deep in me and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. I guessed he was cumming in me, and I just laid their and luxuriated in the feeling. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, but I now wanted to feel it every minute for the rest of my life. He held my hips tight, bucking up into my randomly, like he was trying to plant his seed as deep as he could inside me. `God, you’re amazing!’ he groaned as he began to pull out of me. He pulled out slowly, and I could feel every vein of his cock rubbing against my sore hole. Once he was fully out, I could feel some of his cum leaking out of my hole. `Fuck, that’s a nasty sight!’ said my Uncle Mike as he took my Dads’ place at my butt, `let’s see if we can make it nastier!’ He fucked straight into me, balls deep, to giving me no time to recover from the brutal way my Dad had just popped my cherry. His dick didn’t feel as long, but it was fatter, and stretched me out more than I had been so far. Thankfully, a bottle appeared at my nose. “HIT!’ I huffed deep, and my Uncle took advantage of the relaxing of my muscles to really go to town on me, pumping me with fast deep strokes that opened me up amazingly. The extra girth of his dick meant he was constantly stimulating my prostate too, which mean my little boydick was hard as a rock. `Look at the little fucker, he’s leaking!’ said one of the men to my right, I think he was a winger, and his name was Mark. Whoever he was, he was a dream to look at. He had a friendly face (though he didn’t look particularly friends at the moment given his face was contorted with lust), a solid chest and stomach that were covered in dark blonde hair, and a big, sweaty dick I couldn’t wait to get inside me. No sooner had I thought that, I moaned again and my little dick burped up another bead of precum. `Fuck yeah!’ shouted another man, this time to my left; before he dove down and sucked my dick and balls entirely into his mouth. I knew who this man was, his name was Guy and he was one of the younger members of the team, and was a winger. The feeling of his course tongue sucking and lapping at my dick and scrotum made me cum again. I screamed with pleasure, a noise matched by my Uncle, who jackhammered into me as I rode out my orgasm and then added his own cum to my Dads’, deep inside my hole. `HIT!’ The bottle appeared out of nowhere, and I was forced to huff deep as my Uncle slipped out and Jack replaced him. His dick was thinner than Uncle Mikes’ but longer than my Dads’, and he fucked in slowly, opening me up deeper than I had been before. He got to where my Dad had been and stopped, taking the popper bottle from the man holding it, and then leaning down and positioning the bottle so we could share it, and then coaching m through another round of hits. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ He passed the bottle off to someone else, and I could vaguely hear it being passed around the team, and I could hear them huffing deep as they watched me get fucked. Jack held my head in his hands, his forehead to my own as he began to fuck short, slow, deep thrusts into my rapidly accommodating pussy. I could hear his soft grunts in the back of his throat every time he bottomed out in me. We never broke eye contact as he treated me to the more exquisite pain I’d ever felt. I wanted to cry out, but the poppers and our connection kept me silent. He wasn’t focusing on longdickinu me, just opening me up deep, like that was his official role. `Oh fuck, Sammy’ he groaned, so just I could ear him, `you’re cunt it opening up perfectly, you hot little cumslut!’ Although his strokes ere short and deep, he built up speed until it felt like his beylikdüzü travesti dick was just a blur inside me. I    couldn’t believe how quickly these men, some of whom I’d known all my life; had turned me into their bitch so quickly. What was in it me that tipped them off to the fact this was what I obviously wanted? With a final groan, Jack shot deep in me, his hips bucking up so high he was lifting me off the sling as he thrust. He pulled out and Guy replaced him. `HIT!’ His dick was nice, but not as wide or long as the others, but what he lacked in size, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. After around thirty seconds of adjusting his angle in order to find it, he jabbed my prostate and I squealed in pleasure. `There we go, you horny little fuckmonkey!’ He grinned down at me and then proceeded to pound directly into my prostate with each rapid thrust. My squeals morphed into one long, high pitched moan; punctuated occasionally by a higher note as he mashed into my mangled buttnut. With one particularly hard thrust, he trigger another boygasm and I full on screamed as the feelings flooded my body. `Fuck yeah!’ shouted Guy as my cunt massaged his dick. He was almost silent as he came, and it sounds odd to say, but I’m sure I could feel him actually shooting against my prostate. It was like a steady stream of little taps against it, each one prolonging my orgasm every so slightly. Adam, one of the props, pulled him out of me and then took his place. He kept his head just as the entrance of my hole, like his foreskin was kissing my red, puffy lips. `Fuck him up!’ he instructed to no-one in particular. Two bottles appeared again, and I was treated to being double barrelled. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ As the bottles pulled away, he grabbed my hips and slowly began to enter me. His head must have been massive, as even through the poppers, I could feel my ring stretch almost painfully to accept him. I groaned as I felt my pussy snap around he marginal thinner shaft once he’d managed to get his head inside me. Without realising my hands were being untied, they fell almost uselessly onto my chest. I yelped in surprise more than anything, and Adam took that opportunity to shove another couple of inches of his bull meat inside me. I reached up to push against his chest, in an ill-fated attempt too hold him back. His dick was enormous and I was starting to struggle. `Almost there, fuckpig!’ he snarled, `need some more help?’ I nodded wordlessly, lost in what he was doing to me. `You heard him boys!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ I was panting with effort and drooling from the poppers and he eventually got balls deep inside of me. His dick was so big, it felt like he was splitting me in two. `Well done, fuckpuppy!’ he said as he leant forward and Frenched me, `you’ve taken the second biggest dick in this room!’ The second biggest dick?! Who the fuck had a bigger dick that Adam? And when was he going to take his turn?! Of course, I didn’t vocalise any of these questions, I just groaned as a fullness no nine-year old boy should ever really feel overtook me. It literally felt like I’d been fucked into submission. I didn’t even realise it, but as he pulled back from the kiss, my hands that had only moment earlier being trying to stop him, were now twisting his tits gently. `That’s it, faggot, play with daddy’ tits!’ he sneered at me as he began to pump slowly in and out of my ruined hole. I sought out my actual Dads’ eyes in the crowd above me, and he didn’t seem to care another man had just called himself daddy, so why should I? I pulled harder on them and he snorted and fucked deep inside me. I wasn’t sure I could deal with making him fuck me harder, so I let his nipples go and roughly stroked his hairy chest and stomach. His skin and hair was wet with sweat, and I could pick out his smell from the miasma created by the rest of the team. `You’re a lucky fucker, Andy’ Adam said to my father, `but I hope this isn’t the last time Sammy here plays with the big boys’. He thrust deep and hard a couple of times to reiterate his point. `I want to play with all of you!’ I shouted, taking even myself my surprise. My Dads’ laugh was the loudest in the crowd, and he was the first to ruffle my hair. The rest of the team looked so pleased with me, I just basked in their happiness. `You ready for me to core you out, sweet little pussy boy?’ Adam asked as the noise died down to its normal, raucous level. Whether I actually nodded or my head was just shaking from the fucking I was already enduring, I don’t know, but Adam took it as permission and stepped up a gear. He changed his angle slightly, pointing upwards, the massive head of his dick brushing passed my prostate with every thrust. `Look at his tummy!’ shouted one of the men. A sensation that could have been uncomfortable overtook me, and I looked down. My stomach was bulging out every time he bottomed out in me, like I had some alien creature trying to escape my body. `Fuck yeah! roared Adam. He increased his pace, and I became mesmerised by my own stomach. Normally smooth and flat, it was now stretched to its’ limits on ever in stroke. It felt fucking amazing! He continued to hammer into me, and we fell into a sort of rhythm where I moaned and he groaned with every thrust. `His throat open?’ asked another of the men. `Fuck yeah!’ I heard my Dad say, `but popper him up first!’ Two bottles appeared again, and I breathed in. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ My head was swimming, and before I knew what was happening, I saw the chain holding the headrest of the sling behind unfastened. All of a sudden, my head fell back, now only being supported at the back of my neck. One of the men took his place at my head, placing the head of his dick at my open mouth. He thrust in balls deep, and for the first time in my life, I was spit-roasted. Thankfully, the dick in my mouth wasn’t enormous as I wasn’t sure I could have coped with two massive dicks inside me yet; but he still stretched my throat out enough as he began to saw in and out. Men reached down to stoke my stomach and throat, where they were bulging, and twiddled with my nipples and dick. I was cumming almost constantly, my pussy aching with pleasure. `I’m getting close, Sammy’ roared Adam, `clench that pussy as much as you can’. I did was I was instructed, though I found I had little control over the muscles down there given they’d been given such a pounding by five men so far. But however little I was able to flex them, it must have been enough as I felt Adams’ cock spasm inside me as he breed me, deep. The man in my throat slipped out, and swapped ends. Hands gently lifted my head so I could huff again. `HIT!’ He slid in but his much smaller dick was nothing in comparison to Adams’, and I know it makes me sound like some worn out whore, but I could barely feel it. And so that’s how the next couple of hours played out. Sandwiched between two grown men, forced to huff poppers in the changes between men in my pussy. Both my throat and my cunt were used like fleshlights by this group of sweaty, hairy, wonderful men. Despite them using my mouth, none of them came down my throat, they simply used it to keep their dicks warm until their turn at my pussy came up. As more and more of them shot inside me, I was taught how to clean their dicks off, as apparently that was something every little faggot worth his salt should know how to do. As I laid there, literally paralysed with pleasure, being treated (purely incidentally) to boygasm after boygasm, I wondered how these men decided the order they were fucking me in. I later found out that after my Dad, my uncle, and Jack (whose positions were fixed given their relationships with me), they’d drawn straws to decide what order they fell into. There was no rhyme nor reason like there had been when they’d taken turns fucking my throat, going from smallest to largest; this was just pure, unadulterated chance, and I was loving every second of it. The variation in size and shape and width and length meant my poor, abused little pussy had no chance to either get used to the bigger dicks or close up any for the smaller istanbul travesti dicks. This meant I was tighter for the bigger ones, and looser for the smaller ones. In retrospect, I should have been concerned about this, but I didn’t have time (or really the inclination) to think about it that night, and I later found out that was how the team liked it when it came to fucking. The bigger guys liked to fuck tighter holes, and the smaller guys liked to fuck sloppier ones; so everyone won. I struggled at one point to take a dick adorned with a Prince Albert, not because the dick was particularly big, but because the piercing jolted against my prostate with every thrust. The man must have realised what was happening, and so aimed for it, and cruelly jabbed my battered boynut until I was screaming with joy. I lost control of my body under his ministrations and I was just cumming over and over, writhing as my body thought it must. I lost track of how many guys had fucked me, so it was a bit of a surprise when the dick in my throat pulled out and the chain holding the headrest was reattached. My Dads’ face loomed over me, smiling his beautiful smile. `How are you doing, baby?’ he asked, `I’m good, Daddy’ I replied, my voice scratchy again. `You’re so fucking hot! You know that?’ he asked, but without waiting for an answer, he kissed me deep and I kissed back. `You ready for Gary?’ he asked as he pulled back. Gary was the coach of the team, mid-50s from Newcastle. `He’s got the biggest dick here’. I swallowed but nodded. I knew I didn’t really have a choice, plus I thought I must be sufficiently open after taking 19 dicks so far. I looked passed my Dad, and saw Gary getting into position between my legs. `I’ve got a big dick, Sammy, and although you’re going to take it all, I don’t want to hurt you, ok?’ I nodded up at him, I could feel the fat head of his dick brushing up against my open hole. He slapped my pussy with it repeatedly, and it was one of the best feelings I’d had so far. Obviously I couldn’t see my own hole, but I imagined it didn’t look much like it had earlier in the evening. In my head, it looked like some sloppy, pink mess, and he was just slapping parts of me that should never have seen the daylight. Or the light of a sleazy, stinky locker room, but let’s not split hairs. `Guys, get him ready’ instructed Gary. A man on either side reached down holding a popper bottle each and placed them under my nose. I knew what to do. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ I began to pant between hits. My eyes were locked on Gary. `HIT!’ He thrust powerfully inside me so just hit head was sitting inside my ring. It didn’t hurt, but I did feel stretched. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ He held my hips and began to push forward, and I could feel each exquisite millimetre of his dick as it opened me up wider than anyone had so far. It still didn’t hurt, but I was very thankful they’d kept him until last. `HIT!’ `I’m just over halfway in, fuckpig’ said Gary, his face a study in patience, `you ok?’ I nodded up at him. `Fuck yeah! Fuck him up!’ `HIT!’ The hits were becoming longer. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `HIT!’ Even though the popper haze that had all but set up shop in my brain, I could feel Garys’ dick hitting the deepest part of me. I groaned without meaning too, drooling running freely onto my chest. `HIT!’ He continued to push in, hitting places no-one had been so far, both in terms of width and depth. How big was his dick?! `HIT!’ `HIT!’ `Almost there, cunt!’ he snarled, `one more deep hit and I’ll be all the way in.’ `HIT!’ The bottles moved away, and I felt his wiry pubes hit my smooth butt, and the team around me cheered again. Some ruffled my hair, some twisted my little nipples, a could a guys even sucked me off which made me almost cum; and some, including my Dad, Frenched me deep. Gary remained stock still, no doubt fighting off the urge to cum given my pussy muscles were spasming in revolt around his mammoth dick. `I’m so fucking proud of you, faggot!’ said my Dad after he finished kissing me, and I could see the dark pride in his eyes. He looked like he was so horny he just wanted to destroy me. I would have been afraid if I hadn’t been so fuck up, but instead I just smiled up and him and said `thank you’. Fuck, they were right! I was a faggot! And I was fucking loving it! `You ok, son?’ asked Gary as my Dad moved out of the way. `Fuck me, daddy!’ I shrieked as I was hit by another drycum. He began to inch in and out of me slowly, only fucking me with the last couple of inches of his dick, moulding my pussy muscles around the head of his dick, stretching them open so they’d always be able to welcome his giant dick. `Fuck, you feel so fucking tight faggot’, said Gary, `like hot, wet velvet’. I moaned in response. Words were beyond me. `Guys, he has to be the best one yet!’ he declared. The crowd cheers, and although I had no idea what he meant, I was glad to be the best. His strokes built up in depth and length until eventually he was sawing almost the entire length of his dick into my hole. He was just leaving the head inside on most strokes, but occasionally he’d pull all the ay out before thundering all the way back in. My cunt muscles had given up the fight and they were now offering literally no resistance. All the fight had been fucked out of them, and I imagined it just looked like a raw, sloppy mess. Though clearly the guys didn’t mind as all of them were practically fully hard again as they watched Gary use my body for his pleasure. His grip on my hips got stronger the harder he fucked until it was almost uncomfortable. `Do you want me to breed you?’ asked Gary, I could only nod as my breath was being forced out of my body by the strength of his thrusts. `Fuck yeah!’ he roared, `going to seed you so deep, cum baby. Going to plant my load so far up your fucking cunt you’re going to be able to taste it!’ He changed the angle slightly so he was thrusting up more. The effect was twofold, first he was ramming passed my prostate with every thrust, which made both it and me scream with pleasure; and second, he was now thrusting up against the inside of my stomach and making it bulge out, just like Adam had done many dicks ago. My mind went blank as the biggest boygasm of my life struck me. My entire body felt like it was on fire. I felt pleasure in parts of me I didn’t even know existing, all thanks to this awesome man and his Goliath-dick coring out my pussy. I could hear myself screaming but I couldn’t stop myself. It was just too much. The last thing I heard was Gary roaring in pleasure as he imbedded himself as deep inside me as he could as he shot what felt like gallons of cum what felt like a foot inside me, before I passed out. I wasn’t out long as Gary was still pulling out of me when I came around, and no-one else had noticed I’d passed out. I should have been annoyed I was overlooked, but if I were given the choice between looking at my face or my worn out cunt being pulled out by a giant dick, I know where I’d look. The team cheered as the head of his dick finally exited my hole, and I felt a massive amount of cum leak out from my hole. I tried my hardest to close up, but I had no control over them at the moment. A couple of guys produced their phones from God knows where and snapped pictures of my ruined pussy. One of them held their phone up for me to see, and in my exhausted state, I couldn’t really respond; but it looked like I thought it would. Gone was the drum-tight, pink, virginal hole of earlier today; replaced by a pink, frothy, dripping, macerated mess. Another of the men produced what I now know to be a giant buttplug from somewhere and with only a token amount of lube, he shoved it deep inside me. I groaned at its’ insertion, but it was smooth and slipped inside easily. I even felt perversely happy when I felt my rung muscles snap around the base, holding it in place. Perhaps I hadn’t lost all control down there. `Let’s keep all the jizz inside you, cumpuppy’ said my Dad, `and let’s keep you nice and open. You know there’s five more levels to go!’ I groaned in response. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, or what they could even do to me. Little did I know. `What do we think, fellas?’ Gary asked the assembled team, `do we think this little fuckpuppet has passed this level?’ The group cheered in response, and my Dad leant down to me and kissed me. As he pulled back, he said, `Level Five Complete.’

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