Date: Sat, 30 Jan 2016 13:21:08 -0600 From: Vlad <vampyrered@gmail.com> Subject: Married Man Cum Obsession #9 Married Man Cum Obsession#9 By Daddy Vampyrered@gmail.com As with all the other installments of this story, no part may be copied in part or whole, or used with out my permission. Also if you are not of legal age to read this type of material please do not. This story includes man-to-man sex, bareback sex, piss, and raunch just to name a few. If this does not excite you, please search the Nifty archives for something more suitable to your needs. Some of this story is true, and some fiction, but in all its parts it is a real fantasy or reality to someone. Let me also state, that this story is written to entertain, not to endorse or even chastise someone for what they enjoy. We all make our own informed choices where sex is involved. Please enjoy, and I do enjoy receiving feedback on my story. Brian has come to a point in his experience, and in his life that the obsession, like all obsessions, becomes overwhelming. In the beginning it was experimentation, and exploration, now it is his life. The next step was to take him onto another level of sexual awakening. His "pimp" at work has been orchestrating many of his experiences. Now he is to take that a step further. Every January, in Washington, DC, there is a convergence of men that celebrate what it is to enjoy Leather or Fetish as part of their lives, and play. It is the second largest gathering of its kind in the Unite States. This is the place that Brian is to find a new level of bonding with other men. The Event lasts from roughly Thursday to Monday of Martin Luther King's birthday weekend. There are schedule activities, i.e. (contest, leather cocktails, etc.), but there are also private parties, and impromptu sexual situations. What you engage in, and how much you engage in is totally up to you. Yes, this is a meeting of leather and fetish minded gay men for the most part, but there are heterosexual participants as well. This is the situation that Brian was to find himself. Brian was told that he would be gone the entire weekend, and to find some logical excuse to be away from his wife and family. The point being that Brian had to take responsibility for who, and what he was. No longer could he put the blame on others, and say he was a victim. Should he be found out, which was always the possibility, he would have to face it head on. For Brian, the danger was a major part of his sexual nature. The fact that he would be recognized, or told on was always just at the surface. He led to all accounts a pretty normal heterosexual existence, except for his need to please and be used by other men. Those occasions, which were becoming more intense, and closer to home, be what he thrived on. Brian was only given a few days notice that he would be gone over that weekend. Certainly putting him on the spot for finding a plausible excuse for being gone over the holiday. Work always kept him away for a few days to a week, but usually not over a holiday weekend. He finally decided to use a cousin he had not spoken to for a few years as his excuse. He told his wife that his cousin Robert had contacted him, and that his Aunt was being moved to a Care facility, and Robert could use his help moving her things. They chose this weekend as it was over the holiday, to allow for more time. What Brian's wife was not aware of was that his Aunt had been placed in a Care Facility about two years ago. Lie put in place; he needed more information about what was expected from him. He contacted his "pimp" for more details. He received an email that explained only the basics. He was to attend the Mid-Atlantic Leather events in DC. The hotel and all related costs had already been paid for. He was only to bring a jock, his toothbrush, toothpaste, his phone, and one change of clothes. He would receive further instructions when he checked in. The event does host a Leather Vendor Market, where toys, clothing, lube, poppers, and other things could be procured, so no need to bring that kind of thing. Brian obviously had never attended such an event, and knew even less about the leather/fetish community. He did do his research and looked on-line at the MAL website to see what to expect. The day he was to leave, he packed just his gym bag as his carry on. He felt slightly sick to his stomach from the nerves. He felt conspicuous in the airport, feeling as though everyone knew why he was going to DC. Maybe it was because he dressed in his tightest jeans; a black compression shirt that really showed off is chest and arms, work boots and a ball cap. To all that past by he looked ordinary, but to him he looked guilty. Maybe guilty weren't the right term, but he felt as though he were a neon sign flashing, "whore" for everyone to see. His trip to DC was uneventful. He of course checked out every guy he saw. Something innate in him always did so. He liked to imagine these men as his dominators. What would they look like naked, how would they smell, how would they taste, how would their cocks feel deep in his ass? Ever since his sexual awakening, he did the 30-second sex act with every hot man he saw. He undressed them, and had sex with them in his mind. Fantasies can be such wonderful things! As he arrived at DCA he wondered how many men in the concourse would be attending the event. He tried to see if he could tell a leather guy from any other man in the airport. He found one or two that had leather biker jackets on, and bandanas hanging out of their back pockets. He rightly assumed that was some kind of code. Brian took his taxi to the host hotel, and found it blocked with dozens of other cars unloading all kinds of men out of them. There were men hanging outside the hotel smoking, some in leather, and some in wrestling singlet, others in just plain jeans and a t-shirt. As he moved into the main lobby, the sheer numbers of men hanging out there overwhelmed him. He got his room key and made his way to the seventh floor. The elevator was packed with excited men. Some already in fetish wear, others just excited to see friends they had not seen since last years. Brian felt excited, but totally out of his element. Given the men he had seen so far, there was just an array of men to enjoy. He wondered what his "pimp" had in mind for him. As he entered his room, he noticed a package sitting on one of the two queen beds in the room. There was a note attached that read as follows: Welcome to your first MAL! As you have noticed, the men that attend this event vary as snowflakes. They are all here for sex, but they are also here to make new connections. Your role for the weekend is to be a cumdump, slave, and toilet, whatever these men need you to be. You will be on a schedule that includes time to rest and eat, but for the most part you will be in this room taking on as many men as you can. You will notice that above one of the beds a counter has been set up. This is to keep track of how many men you actually take on this weekend. You will have a handler that will make sure you are safe, and to keep track of the cameras, and the flow of men. Yes, your sex will be recorded. Cameras are set up in strategic places to capture various angles of what happens. Your handler will also have a handheld camera for addition footage. This is your new reality. I am taking you to a new level of servitude. You want to serve men in all ways sexual, be whatever they need, well this weekend will give you a chance to experience sex in new ways. Enjoy your weekend! HOLY SHIT! The bastard actually expects me to submit to anyone, and everyone who comes through that door, and allow myself to be filmed as well! So far this all has worked or sort of worked because there was no evidence. The people involved have kept my secret, or just have not known who I was exactly. Now the bastard wants to make my life more dangerous. If someone got ahold of that film, or it was put out on the Internet where my kids, or family could find it, my life would be over. However, at this point I really am between a rock and a hard place. If I don't go through with this, any evidence my "pimp" has well be revealed anyway. So I had to make up my mind that this was going to happen. I looked in the shower, and there was a shower shot already installed. I put my toothbrush on the shelf, and went to explore the rest of the room. In the nightstand there were several bottles of cum lube, and several bottles of poppers. The mini bar was stacked with whiskey and coke for my enjoyment. He also added protein supplement drinks as well. This way I was pretty clean most of the weekend without heavy food to clean out. The schedule the "pimp" mentioned was laminated and lying on the desk. I had the next few hours to myself. I could explore the hotel, and the vendors market. I was instructed to purchase any additional items I wanted for the weekend. I was to start prepping for my day at 3pm, and ready to start by 5pm. I was to clean out completely, and take a long hot shower to relax. I was to put on the blindfold and my jock and lay a towel down over the end of the bed. Once in position, my handler would arrive about 5:30pm to ensure all was ready, and to prep the room. I was to find out later that a notification with my availability schedule was placed in each Welcome Packet from the hosting group. There were also notifications being sent at regular intervals on all apps that would be used (Growlr, Craigslist, Scruff, A4A, Manhunt, just to name a few). To say I was scared and nervous would be an understatement. I would never know who any of these men were, or what they wanted. I would just have to comply with their wishes and needs. So, as I had a bit of freedom for a few hours, I took advantage of that time. I wanted to explore the hotel, get a feel for the men, and look at the market. I checked that my look was appropriate, and stuck an orange bandana in my right pocket. For those of you not familiar with the basic hanky code, orange means anything, anytime, any place. Basically signaling that I was open to all, whenever. As I waited for the elevator I became aware of someone staring at me. I turned around to face a monster of a man. A good 6'4" and 240, he was built like a bear, and kind of looked like one. He had a full, well-groomed beard, deep brown eyes, and a smile that melted me. He wore a leather "bull dog" harness, well fitting jeans, and black harness boots. He was assessing me up and down. I didn't need to read minds to get what he was thinking. I smiled back in the best sexy smile I had. I let my eyes stare into his a good while to let him know I was interested. That moment was broken when the ding of the elevator sounded. I got onto the elevator, and the big man did as well. He positioned himself to the back of the box. More men got on forcing me to move toward the back. Forcing me right into that man. I felt him shift slightly to accommodate me, and then he wrapped his big arms around my waist. He leaned in and whispered, "I have you". I immediately got hard. I could feel him grow in his jeans as my ass pressed against his crotch. I felt his breathe on my neck, and his beard nuzzle the nape of my neck. The big bear shifted once more to ensure his now hard cock nestled into the crack of my butt. He pushed forward, and I pushed back. "I figured you were a hungry boy", the bear said. I didn't answer, but just let myself push back against him. The ride down was way to fast. We found ourselves at the lobby and feeling exposed. Before we got out, he whispered again, "find the closest bathroom." As I got off I scanned the lobby but did not find one immediately. I went around the back hall and found one that seemed out of the way. I went in, went to the last stall and waited. I knew what was coming. In seconds he pushed the door of the stall open. He grabbed me and kissed me hard. His beard felt warm against my face. His tongue probed my mouth, and made me give into that kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. Kissing this man was like kissing a passionate bear. His strength was innate, and he made me feel completely safe, if having sex in a hotel bathroom was safe. He demanded that I take my pants down and turn around facing the back wall. I heard, rather than saw him unbuckle his jeans, the zipper sliding down, and the rustle of material. He spat into his hand and wiped those big paws into my ass crack. The thick fingers of his hand found my hole and pushed in. I moaned loudly. He immediately covered my mouth with his other paw. "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" I then felt him position his thick cock head at my hole and push. It was going to be a tight fit, as he only had spit for lube. I pushed back and tried to relax. He pushed harder, and it finally found its way in. The big bear didn't wait to be gentle but fucked hard and fast. I screamed into his palm, and tried to relax to accommodate his thick shaft. As much as it hurt, it also felt damn good. I loved being taken in restrooms. I loved the earthiness of the place, and the fact that it was somewhat public. However, what I loved more than anything was that this hulk of man was taking what he wanted. He fucked me good, and I could tell he was about to pop. His breath got heavier, and his pace more deliberate. Finally he buried is face into my shoulder and shuttered. I felt his cock spasm inside my ass, and his hot baby batter fill my hole. He lay there for just a moment against my back until I felt his cock slide from my now wet hole. The bear pushed me forward, and then quickly got himself back in order. He slapped me on my ass, and said, "Thanks bitch, maybe hit that up again this weekend", and left. I still had my pants down around my ankles, and bracing myself against the wall. The door to the bathroom opened, and someone else came in to piss. I pulled myself together and walked out of the stall. As I stood at the sink washing my hands, I could tell the other guy was checking me out. I think more to ascertain what just happened, than to take advantage of me. As I dried my hands he finished and stood next to me. "Lucky you!" he said. Then he smiled and left. Yes, lucky me. I got my first load of the weekend, and it was from a very hot man. He took my ass, and left me wanting more. I wrapped my head around that and moved back out into the crowd. Maybe this weekend was not going to be so bad after all. I went down to the lower level of the hotel where the market place was set up. There you could find jocks, underwear, lube, restraints, poppers, rubber wear, latex, singlet, leather, harnesses, and even portable slings. As I walked through there were men of every size, and shape imaginable. Most showing off lots of chest hair, some off their asses, others making sure their cocks were in full view. Coming from the suburban area I was used to, this was something to behold. I never realized the freedom that these men experience. None of these men was ashamed of who they were, or what they were into. They flaunted their bodies, their fetishes, and their sexuality. Just walking through the crowd of leather, latex, rubber, and sex, I got hard. My ass craved to be taken, and my dick was ready to shoot. I now understood what my "pimp" was trying to show me; that I was not alone, and that there were hundreds, even thousands of other like-minded men in the world. This weekend would be an experience that will change me forever. As I was about to leave I made sure to pick up a new jock from Ft. Troff, their new module one with the build in cock ring. I also picked up some more cum lube, and few more bottles of poppers. I would never have known where to find them in my town, but now I could have a stash for other adventures. I needed to get back upstairs and get cleaned out and get into place. My weekend of taking as many cocks as would breed me would begin. I was willing to do what was necessary to please these leather men. In my mind I could picture many that I saw in the hotel, and not knowing who was fucking me made it hotter. I got back to my room and stripped down. I started the hot water running so that the room was nice and steamy. I got in, regulated the temperature and turned on the shower shot. I used the dick shaped nozzle to run water over my ass crack, and hole, letting the water relax me. I then shoved the cock into my hole and let the nozzle shoot streams of warm, relaxing, cleansing water enter my hole. I hold onto the water, and then let it out. I do this a number of times, basically fucking my self with the cock, and letting the water cleanse out my ass. I do this until all the water runs clear. By this point my ass is relaxed, and ready for the day's activities. I finished the rest of my shower, making certain that I was clean, and fresh all over. Just as I was toweling off, I received a text. My handler was coming up. I was to get in position on the bed, and blindfolded. He would ensure my safety during the weekend but I was never to know his identity. As instructed I unlocked my door, though I was to find out my handler had a key, got a towel and put it in the end of the bed, got on all fours, placed the blindfold over my eyes and waited. I was only in position a few minutes when I heard the door open. I heard his boot steps on the carpet, and could smell his musk. He stopped just inside. I felt, more than saw that. He was inspecting the room, and me. He moved closer and ran his gloved hand down my back. He moved over my ass and squeezed. It was like I was a racing horse, and the groom was inspecting me for injury and muscle tone. He then spread my cheeks and probed my ass. He stuck his thick finger into my hole as far as it would go. The handler was making sure my ass was primed. He then squirted a bit of cold lube on my hole, and inserted two fingers. This time it was more playful than probing. I moaned in response. I kept moving his fingers in and out, and my ass responded instinctually. I thought he was going to fuck me, but he stopped, slapped my ass, and moved away. I was left wanting for more. Perhaps that is what he planned. Prime me for what was to come, make me hungry. He moved about the room rearranging things, setting up his computer, and getting things settled. He never spoke the entire time. Then he said, in a very low, steady voice, "You have passed the initial test. I will be back in one hour to start your weekend." "Once I have left, you may remove the blindfold and finish getting ready." I heard him move, and then leave. I think I waited for about 30 seconds, making absolutely sure he had gone. I took the blindfold off, and relaxed. I looked about the room to see what changes he had made. All of my "personal" stuff was gone. The drawers still held my jocks, and poppers, and lube, but otherwise the room had been sterilized of anything that could identify me. The wet towels in the bathroom had been removed, and fresh stacks of new towels were in their place. The shower shot was still on the shower, but otherwise nothing else. I got a bottle of water from the fridge and sated my dry throat. My anxiety of the impending events was rising, and I knew I needed to calm down. Part of me was scared to death, the other part was anxious to start. This would be a personal milestone in my transformation. I wanted to see where I could take myself. The time flew by faster than I thought. My handler would be returning soon, and I needed to be ready. I pissed, and made sure my hole was still clean, and then got back on the bed. I had a bottle of poppers by my head, and a bottle of lube by my feet. I put on the blindfold and waited. When you are put in that position, time becomes nebulous. You are not sure if it's been five minutes or a half hour. Your sense of self disappears. You put your mind into a space that is not of this time, but in a fantasy. You imagine yourself relaxed, you imagine yourself "that person" that will and must take all cocks and loads. You create a world that you will live in for the weekend. For me that is losing my "straight" self. I no longer worry about family, work, friends, or any obligation at all. For the time I spend in this room, it is a world and experience unto itself. The door clicked, my handler had returned. If felt a chill run down my spine and I was nervous. I wanted his approval, this was clear. I knew he did not judge me, but he would report back to my "pimp" as to my progress. This man was my conduit to the real world. I could hear him get comfortable. He would be here as long as I was. I heard him click on the computer and type something. I assume he was posting, or check on postings about my availability this weekend. He also increased the heat in the room. This was the middle of winter in DC, so things were cold, but I think he wanted the room to be warm and steamy. The heat would intensify the smell of sex, and maleness in the room. Again he spoke in a mediated tones, "Are you ready to start your adventure?" he asked. I responded the only was I knew was correct, "Yes, Sir." I stayed in position, and waited. The anticipation was killing me. Would anyone want to use me? Out of all the thousands of men here this weekend, would I matter to anyone? I needn't have worried. I heard the door open. The first of, what I hoped would be many men, was to use me. There were no words spoken. I just felt a hand on my body. He was doing the same thing my handler had, and running his hand across my back, and feeling my strength. Then he moved to my ass. He slapped my ass hard; I jumped just a bit from the surprise. He must have liked my reaction, because he did it again. This time I was more prepared, and backed into the slap. I then felt him spread my cheeks. I felt his warm breath on my crack, and then felt his tongue probe my hole. I moaned. He continued to eat my ass, and spit in my hole. He was prepping me for his cock. I backed into his face, and wanted him deep in me. I felt him stand, heard the zipper open, and his buckle fall. He probed my hole with a finger, and he jerked his cock to full mast. He then slapped his cock against my hole. I loved the play. He then positioned his cockhead at my hole and pushed in. I took him fully. I felt his pubes hit my ass, and I knew I was taking all of him. I would imagine he was about average in length, with a bit of girth. He grabbed my hips and started to pump into my hole. I took my bottle of poppers and inhaled once. It would be enough. I then felt the relaxing chemicals hit my brain and my body and gave into the fuck. My first fuck was taking his time, enjoying my hole. I wanted it harder. I wanted him to abuse my hole, but knew that I had many more to go, so this would be fine. He started to piston faster, and I could feel it would not take much more. I clamped down on his cock and let that tension milk his dick. I started to fuck harder, and then released. I felt the first of many loads fill my hole. The warm liquid filled me, and I felt satisfaction. He fucked it into me a bit longer, and then withdrew. I felt empty, and wanted more. He quickly dressed and then left. I worked my ass muscles to ensure the liquid was deep, and would not escape. The next cock would need that lube. No sooner did he leave than the next guy was in line. From the musk of his scent I could tell he was a black guy. From his presence in the room he was a big guy too. There was no tenderness, no stroking of my skin. He spread my cheeks and checked for a load. He knew I was preloaded. He must have already been hard as he took no time to play, but pushed his thick cock into me. I bucked, it was a little too much too fast. He backed of slightly, but then pushed again. I needed poppers. I took that brown bottle and huffed a few times in each nostril. The relaxation washed over me, and I could relax. This time I backed up on his thick cock as he pushed in. He hit pay dirt. I would estimate his cock to be at least 8 inches if not more. He then started a slow, rhythmic thrust. This allowed his cock to almost move in a wave motion inside me. I screamed with pleasure. He let his cock hit all those magic spots in my hole. I backed up on him with every thrust. I wanted that cock deeper inside my guts. Once I was open he fucked harder. I matched his thrust with my ass. He could fuck me hard as he liked, and I would back right up on it. I begged for him to breed my ass. I begged him to shoot that thug load in me. He was more than happy to comply. I felt him shove that cock so deep in me it hurt. I also felt his cock pulse with shot after shot of cum. I knew it was a large load, as I felt wet. He made sure his cum was well deposited, and just like he started he finished. He pulled out abruptly and left. This would be how it would be all weekend. The short-lived pleasure of taking a man's dick and sperm, but it would be short lived. The next few hours were a blur. Once that first cock was in me, the others followed quickly. There was little time to breathe between cocks. At one point I realized there was a line. I heard the men talking about how hot it was to watch me take dick, and cum. They all were excited to deposit themselves in me. I heard one guy say that he "thought" he understood me to be a married straight guy. Knowing that made them all enjoy me all the more. I guess being "forbidden" fruit, they loved knowing I was nothing more than a whore. I took cock after cock. My ass was so loose at this point, I no longer could hold onto the loads. I felt them seep out, and down my legs. With each successive cock, they would churn up the baby batter in my ass, and it would leak out. Finally after hours of dick, I was left to recuperate. My handler let those in line know that the last one would be the last for a few hours. I needed to regain my strength and clean up. Once everyone was done, my handler left me to myself. He said he ordered room service for me, and that I should shower, and take a rest for a few hours. I would start up again at 9pm, and go till about 3am. I had already done more than 7 hours of cock. When I knew he was gone, I took off the blindfold. I looked up with blurry eyes at the counter above the bed. From 12 pm to 7 pm, I had already taken 50 cocks. I tried to wrap my head around that number. In my brain I tried to feel all 50 different cocks. Some I could recall, physically, others were just a blur of feelings. I so needed a shower, and food. I would think about what had just happened later. This was only Friday afternoon; I had much more to experience.