Blackman1 >> #11997
Posted on 2011-01-25 06:24:18 Score: -2 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
A wonderful story.

Doodily_Doo >> #18589
Posted on 2011-07-08 00:38:56 Score: 4 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
(Since the picture's already up, I'll just post the story. Here you go!)


His girlfriend was wearing one of the skimpiest outfits in the world, so he didn’t make much of a fuss when she said she wanted to take him out for a surprise. Blindfolded, she drove him somewhere far off, hours away from home, and explained to him the situation. She was tired of the lies, the insults, and the occasional punking session, and had decided that he needed some “adjustment.” She had kept faithful, after all, even though he was a short, feminine boy that wasn’t packing much, she told him. Wasn’t it only fair she got her share of the fun, after all?

She kept him on a leash, blindfolded, and led him out of the car, down a gravel driveway, and through a door, which she closed ominously behind him. She ignored his increasingly distressed inquiries about where they were or “what was going on.” His complaints all but ended when she sat him down in a chair and started to undress him. But then, something off happened: she started to redress him. And she tied his hair up, once on each side. She slipped new shoes on, boots, in fact, and then told him to stand. He nearly fell over. He was wearing heels. She fastened something in the front, and he could feel cold metal on his bum. Bewildered and slightly embarrassed, he asked her to explain but she was silent as the grave, and merely pulled him by his leash and led him down a flight of stairs, not without difficulty.

She wrapped something around his hands and told him to lift his arms up. His patience wearing thin, he yelled for her to explain, and she told him to wait just one more minute. When he tried to let his arms fall, they stayed up; she had tied them to something. “What are you doing?” he said, and she finally undid the blindfold. She let go of the leash as he looked up at the wall: a brick, featureless wall, covered in mildew and dust, and adorned with only a single decoration: a sign that read, in his girlfriend’s handwriting, “You’re Dumped!” She picked up something; it was a can or a bucket, and a moment later, he felt her stroking along the inside of the metal thing, revealing it to be shaped like a ring, and then smeared something sticky and warm thoroughly on his backside. She placed the can down, and he could see it read “lube.” She grabbed hold of the leash and giggled. Before he could find any words, he recognized a presence: there was someone else in the basement. The mystery participant had a fairly embellished view of him, and he blushed at the thought, but never before had he blushed so crimson as when the person, whom he could not see, approached directly behind him, and he could tell by the sound of work boots on concrete that the person was a man.

The man put one hand on the wall beside him, hovering over the shackled boyfriend. His legs were spread at shoulder width, as he was unaccustomed to standing in heels, and he struggled to stand even in such a gait. The location of the man’s other hand became obvious with the sound of a belt buckle, followed by the soft thud of pants hitting the floor. Something was placed inside of the ring, and his now ex-girlfriend chuckled to herself again. With the unseen hand steadying it and guiding it, it had little trouble finding the entrance to the boy’s unexplored depths, much to his panicked realization. He started to squirm, and the girlfriend pulled tightly on the leash. He tried to free his hands as the man beside him started to apply pressure forward, his hips eagerly pumping forward in anticipation of the future, but the ropes were too tight. With the warm lube now coating it thoroughly, the man lurched forward, and the boy’s toes curled in his boots. He bit his lip and hoped more than anything that the metal ring would be the last to be filled.

With the softest of pops, barely audible, the sphincter gave up the fight, opening slightly, allowing the tip entry. With his hand now having served its purpose, it joined its counterpart on the other side of the wall, surrounding the boy completely. He grunted and swore, and using only the small, inevitable thrust of his hips, the man was able to feed it inch by inch into the boy’s shapely, unwilling, tight butt, while his girlfriend laughed and laughed and muttered helpful “advice” to the boy under her breath.

Soon the boy, whose legs were thoroughly tired and whose ass was impossibly filled, felt the man press up against his cheeks: proof that he was now familiar with his full, impressive length. The girlfriend clapped, and the man let out a satisfied moan, before speaking his first words: “look ma, no hands.” With that, he pulled out halfway, and started to do some clapping of his own. The basement was silent aside from the echo of hip against cheek as the man thoroughly explored and stretched the boy’s backdoor. The boy was sweating profusely, teetering on his heels and struggling to break free, but in spite, or because of all of this, was also leaking precum onto the concrete floor. His ex-girlfriend pointed it out, but the man had other interests: namely, pounding eight inches of man-meat into the boy’s distended gut. He increased his pace to the point that the boy couldn’t adjust to the intrusion, so he grit his teeth and sucked in air. The claps got louder and the thrusts deeper, and the precum pooled on the floor.

His hands never leaving the wall, so that the only place the two were touching was the boy’s colon, the man exhaled sharply and the boy felt it a terrified second later as the man unloaded forcefully into his formerly virgin bowels. To the girlfriend’s surprise, the boy moaned girlishly, and suddenly sticky globs of white, thick spunk joined the translucent precum on the floor. It took her a second to realize what had happened, and when she did, she nearly killed herself laughing, almost muffling the audible plop as the man pulled it out. She stared into the ring, at her boyfriend’s gaping anus, and grinned devilishly, as she heard the second member of the team, likely the pitcher, walk in.

Anonymous >> #18592
Posted on 2011-07-08 04:09:29 Score: -3 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
doodily-doo, what the fuck is wrong with that slutty bitch?!!!!!!!

Anonymous >> #18677
Posted on 2011-07-09 03:13:56 Score: -7 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
He's got a better ass and wider hips than his girlfriend and he's a dude!

Anonymous >> #19145
Posted on 2011-07-16 01:45:59 Score: 0 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Kind of an odd story but hot. A girl annoyed by some of the things her girly-looking boyfriend does, she decides to break it off. But not before taking him to an unknown location, dressing him up to look more like a girl, and immobilizing him in order to have strangers molest his sweet ass. Kind of sadistic but kinky. And just look at the boy's features: Long hair, wide hips, and an ass so big and round that you could possibly mistake him for a flat-chested Kardashian. LOL! Overall, the pic is nice.

Anonymous >> #22991
Posted on 2011-09-13 15:10:07 Score: -8 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Anon3, he's not just dumped, he's cum dumped.

MagicJ >> #148532
Posted on 2014-10-14 16:19:18 Score: 2 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
O_o Please. someone dump me like that.

Subboy37 >> #203269
Posted on 2015-10-25 19:05:19 Score: -1 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
Wish this is how all my exes dumped me x:

Subboy37 >> #217273
Posted on 2016-02-01 16:24:05 Score: 1 (vote Up)   (Report as spam)
I wish all my exes dumped me like this :3

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