Plugged, Turned On, and Delivered - 1
Published on 28/03/2025
Name’s Rune. Arab, 25 years old. 5'9", lean, athletic, and packing one hell of a juicy ass. I’ve got a fire in me, always buzzing — but I’ve got my ways to stay balanced. I need space, I need release. I like new vibes, new scenes.
That night, I needed a change of pace. My usual guy wasn’t available, so I hit up a private network where you can find… let’s say, discreet services. I scroll through the listings, make my pick.
The guy replies quick. Drops me a location and says to show up before 3 a.m.
I gear up: shove the biggest plug I own up my hole, slide on a tight little thong, and pull up my jeans. My mind’s already on what I want — and it ain’t small talk.
Thirty-minute drive. On the way, I open a hookup app to scan for nearby heat. Nothing exciting in that part of town, but I’ve got a feeling something bigger is coming.
I reach the spot: an old, half-broken football stadium — probably used by some forgotten club. The gate is hanging off its hinges. Looks abandoned, rough. I love it already.
I text the guy.
— “I’m here.”
— “Be down in 5. Go on in, my men are probably already there.”
I walk in. Spot three guys in tracksuits, chilling like locals. I give them a quick bro nod like I belong. They nod back — calm vibes, no tension.
Then the guy shows up — tall, built, Arab, confident. He daps me up.
— “Found it easy? Good. Got a little extra for you, since you’re new.”
Cool gesture. But I clock his men watching me like I’m tonight’s meal.
When I hand him what I owe, his fingers brush mine — on purpose. And fuck, that’s all it takes.
My heart’s racing. The plug shifts in me. I’m not just turned on — I’m ready to be used.
Four of them now. Two Arabs, two Black guys. All tall, 6'0"+. Big hands. Thick energy.
He says:
— “Let’s go chill in the stands.”
And I say:
— “Hell yeah. Let’s go.”
We hop a low fence and post up in the concrete bleachers. It’s cold. My body’s burning.
Every little move drives the plug deeper inside me, pressing where it needs to. I’m squirming without even touching myself.
Their stares grow more intense.
I don’t need words.
I know what I want.
To get bred. By all of them. Right here.
And that’s when it starts.
The hottest night of my entire fucking life…
To be continued.
