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Today: CT2-5876/01/30

I wasn't sure how I'd feel about this journaling thing at first but - you know what? - it's fun. Turns out writing about sex is a nice pastime to indulge in between, you know, actually fucking.

Seems a few people read that first one too, which is already more than I could've expected. Though, I will note that you've all been silent about it. That's okay, my quiet compadres, I will take your perverse delight for granted.

So, I was debating what to write about when this next memory appeared in my head. As soon as it did, I knew it was the one. What better way to follow a tale of supreme submission than with something entirely opposite: pumping my dick into the various needy holes of those so cock-hungry that they've all but given their right to autonomy away?

That Day: CT2-5870/11/12

Surprisingly enough, there was a queue. Now, I could've just bailed and gone somewhere quieter, and mostly equivalent, but something about the bustle of this place piqued my interest. Most of us in the queue were already naked. Dicks were flopping every which way, in various states of hardness, and some of the more impatient among us were engaging in fellatio or giving handjobs to their queuemates.

Me? I was just enjoying the show, appreciating the shamelessness of it all.

Is it weird that I feel most comfortable naked and horny, surrounded by other naked, horny people? Actually, don't answer that.

The place had some sort of fancy name, but colloquially it was known only as 'The Hole House'. One look inside any of the service rooms and you'd know exactly why. This wasn't the kind of venue you'd visit if you were looking to get to know somebody. No, this was the kind of place you'd go to fulfill your base, primal needs. This is where you'd go to satisfy the feral instinct inside that begs you to thrust away at any hole you can find. There was nothing particularly glamorous about what you could do at The Hole House, it was just pure, out-and-out fucking, which was precisely what I was in the mood for.

By the time I reached the front of the queue I was literally dripping with anticipation, more than eager for what awaited me inside. It took another excruciating minute for the door bot to blip and tell me I was free to enter. It took restraint not to barrel down the door, but I just about held my composure long enough to let myself in in a calm and orderly fashion.

Inside I paced through the brightly lit entrance hall toward a set of doors, each leading to different pleasure rooms divided by the bodily configurations of the submissives inside. On the day I felt no particular preference, so I opened the door marked 'all'. Behind it was empty space, but as I stepped through the door frame I blinked to my destination, instantly arriving in a labyrinthine room of walls, corridors, nooks and crannies, echoing with the sounds of grunts, moans, slorps and slaps and pungent with the smell of sweat, musk and cum. The atmosphere, to me, was intoxicating.

Rubbing my paws together I looked around. Along the interior walls were a variety of holes, from glory holes to holes big enough to have the back, or sometimes front, end of a person sticking out, naked of course, and tied down, ready for taking. Many of the holes had pictures of their inhabitants right above them, letting you know exactly who you're fucking while the helpless subs have no idea who's pounding them.

I took a little preparatory tour of the area, scoping out potential targets and experiencing a little voyeuristic kick out of watching dozens of people getting hammered while I looked around. About half of the holes were already in use, being taken by human and animal morphs sticking their dicks down throats, up slits and into tight assholes. Oh, and if my vulgarity is getting to you then, fair warning, it's only gonna get more intense from here.

I decided I'd start with something small-scale before ramping up to the really good stuff, so I went to a glory hole that had caught my eye earlier. This one had two portraits above it, rather than the customary one, showing both of the inhabitants in their naked glory. Behind the wall a buxom lioness-morph and a lithe twink of a man were both apparently waiting for something to come through that hole, which was big enough only to accommodate a fat, knotted dick and nothing more. With me having a knotless, base-human style dick, that would give me a little room to maneuver so, in other words, it was perfect.

I lined myself up carefully then shoved my length into the hole. It didn't take long to get a result. Fingers stroked and teased my rod as I pressed myself hard against the thin but tough, varnished wooden wall. A tongue made contact with my tip; it was soft and plush, almost certainly from the base-human twink, then another, slightly rougher tongue joined in, licking the underside of my dick. Needless to say, I was rather pleased with my decision to give this place a shot.

The plump lips of the submissive male enveloped my shaft inch by inch. As my foreskin slid back he lapped my sensitive glans and I gasped, only to exhale as he abruptly pulled back, leaving my member free and bouncing. Thankfully my dick was only left unattended for the moment it took the lioness to wrap her muzzle around it. She worked her head back and forth, bestowing wet warmth and tantalizing friction upon me, eliciting little spasms of joy from my full-mast member as I fed her my first few drops of pre. She lapped them down greedily but soon tagged out, allowing her male companion to share in the fun. He suckled my cock as if it were a lactating teat and didn't stop until he'd drained more than his fair share of pre from my now almost permanently leaking faucet of a dick.

Quick aside, I highly recommend modding yourself for increased production of sexual fluids. There's nothing quite like oozing pre into one of your lover's holes, or spreading it on their fur or skin whenever you're highly aroused. Even if you're feeling submissive you have to admit there's something extremely erotic about drenching yourself and your surroundings in your own pathetic, unused ejaculate.

The two cocksuckers kept at it, but whenever they had me at the edge of orgasm they would slow down and switch back to hand and paw stuff, keeping me from my climax, building anticipation. These bastards were professional teases - real grade A cocksluts - and they didn't want me emptied out and walking away just yet. When at last I felt I couldn't hold out any longer, no matter what, their pace slowed to a crawl and I was pulled back from the precipice, breathing heavy and ready to burst. I was pondering moving elsewhere, finding somebody who'd actually finish me off, but then they went all out: tongues and mouths and backs of throats, fast, firm, confident repeated motions melting me into their tag-teamed oral embrace. It didn't take much of that to get me squirting.

Zed, and it was even hot how they took my load. The lioness - who's skillful tongue had delivered the finishing touch - gulped my seed down greedily, drinking from my tip. Before I was spent she switched places with her twinky partner, letting me splash each of their faces with a spurt or two before blasting the back of his throat with the last of my sperm.

It was a damn good start to the day and I made sure they knew so before finally, reluctantly, pulling away. I could've administered something to have me ready for sex again right away, but instead I allowed my body to take it's natural course and surveyed the various scenes unfolding around me. My tongue lolled out, I think I was almost drooling, as I lost myself in the sheer depravity of it all.

My arousal took little time to return, but I wasn't ready to actually fuck again for a good ten or fifteen minutes. I got myself a drink from one of the venue's generators and - apart from indulging in a little more voyeurism - I spent my downtime scoping the place out for my next target, much as I had done before.

After rest and consideration I made my choice and walked towards two holes that were close together, both at hip height, each with a wolf-morph's rear end poking out, legs suspended in the air and chained to the wall. The one on the left's silver fur was clumped and matted with successive layers of cum, her pussy dripped white liquid down over her gooch and almost to her asshole, where another, smaller, river of cum oozed out and onto the board beneath her back. The one on the right had the exact same shade of fur, his dick was half erect and it, the section of his slim belly that poked out from the wall, and the wall itself, were splattered with several loads of his own seed. His asshole, though it still looked plenty tight, gaped a little from repeated, recent use and streamed white liquid. According to my display, and the note on the portraits above them, they were twins.

I started on the left, running my paws up the woman's thighs and allowing my dick to brush against her slit, reaching full hardness in seconds. A growl rattled out the back of my throat as I spoke. “How did both you and your twin end up as such slutty little cock-hungry whores?"

Amid an amused hum she responded, her voice partially muffled by the wall between us, but still perfectly audible. “It must run in the family."

I grabbed my dick and pushed it against her slit, careful to shove only the tip inside. “If that's the case you should introduce me to your parents."

She gasped and her muscles tensed as I pushed apart her folds. “I wouldn't get ahead of yourself," she said between labored breaths. “By the time my brother and I have had our way with you, you'll be exhausted."

“Had your way with me, huh? And here I thought it was the other way around."

I thrust in, pushing steadily until I had bottomed out inside of her. My eyes rolled back as the slick warmth of her cunt enveloped me. She expelled a sated moan and rocked her hips, amplifying the feelings for us both.

An effeminate voice, most certainly her brother's, came forth. “You better not wear yourself out on her," he said. “You really can't get the full experience unless you have the family package."

“Don't you worry your dumb, cum-infused brain. I'm gonna slam your ass until that pathetic excuse for a cock you've got paints the wall."

The words alone were enough to bring his prick to full attention. At full size he was a none too impressive ten centimeters, but that only worked me up further as I pictured it side by side with my own - at least twice as long - member. Zed, I thought he looked absolutely fucking delicious, I licked my lips and, if not for already being balls deep in his twin's pussy, I would've been on him in no time.

She was plenty enough to keep me occupied though. Her sex was simultaneously wet, welcoming and still tight enough to put a perfect squeeze on me as I slid back and forth inside of her. She had me tingling all over and I soon decided to ramp up the intensity. I grabbed the undersides of her thighs and pushed up, leaning in and putting my weight onto her so that I could hammer her with every bit of force I could muster. The chains around her ankles clanked and rattled and she moaned loud, rocking with every impact of my hips.

It took concentration not to bust right there and then. Her tail was between my legs, batting each of them as she wagged it uncontrollably. She clenched her twat around my length and I pushed hard, bottoming out once again. I stopped right there, deep inside of her, and let that incredible body high last, committing the moment to memory. My cock was begging to erupt and she was all but pleading for a more vigorous humping with her pathetic vocal chirps and the shifting of her needy body. She stuck a paw through the hole and began to pleasure herself, too impatient to wait.

I pulled all the way out of her, asserting control. She made her complaints known in breathless yips, then pulled her paw back through. I spanked her ass before going back in. Once again a warmth spread from my loins through my body as I worked away at her. Her insides had me in their practiced grasp and I felt halfway to heaven; I knew she could get me all the way there in no time if I wasn't careful.

I felt rabid, raw, utterly dominant. “You love it, don't you? Coming here? Becoming nothing but a hole to be used by whoever passes by?"

“Yes," she exclaimed, “I love it!" The words morphed into an enraptured scream as I grabbed her by the hips and slammed her harder than ever. Her tail wagged like crazy between my legs and-

You know what? Reliving all of this in writing is rather... distracting. I may have to write the rest of this with one paw on my dick. Anyway:

Her tail wagged like crazy and the repetitious thwaps against the inside of my legs became a rhythmic beat encouraging me to speed up and keep pace. I did my best to match the agility of her tail and soon enough I was railing her snatch like all life, everywhere depended on it.

“Fuck," the brother's exclaimed. “You better keep that energy up for me."

“Bet on it," I told him through grunts and gritted teeth.

I was getting close again, and this time I wasn't going to hold back. I growled low as I pumped fast and hard. The world around me seemed to melt into nothing as I entered a state of hyperfocus. All there was was me and her. Actually, even less than that. All there was was me, her slick warm hole and her chained up rear end.

She was an eager instrument, designed only for to please and I delighted in using her exactly as she deserved to be used. I was ruthless as I slammed into her, thinking of nothing but my own physical pleasure and how it felt as her sodden snatch caressed my pole. I was primal, almost bestial, maybe more animal than human.

As incredible as it was, such a heightened state couldn't last long, it wasn't possible. The familiar feeling of approaching orgasm sent me into my final thrusting frenzy and a few seconds later I was pumping her pussy full of seed. I was all the way inside of her, pushed up hard against her hips, leaning forward, my head touching the dividing wall as I sprayed her insides white. My orgasm seemed to stretch on for minutes as we moaned and panted, exhaling heavy, satisfied breaths in unison. I pumped her so full that cum began leaking out of her even as I was still inside.

Done, I allowed myself thirty seconds to catch my breath and recharge before pulling out to the sound of sloshing liquids and a miniature torrent of my own cum dripping and spurting from her well used slit.

“Fuck," she said, still out of breath.

“Fuck," I agreed, admiring my handiwork. I gave her a final smack on the rear and turned my attention to her brother.

In spite of finishing only moments before, I was still extremely horny. It's not like this was my first rodeo. No self-respecting sex maniac on the Cube didn't have it in them to go at least a couple times in a row. My dick, though, wasn't quite ready to join my lascivious mind in action, so I had my system administer something to account for that.

I was close to full mast all over again by the time my dick brushed against the brother's fluffy little ballsack. The feeling of my tip against his fur, even only in passing, was enough to encourage a bead of viscous pre from his canine-style tapered cock.

I grabbed his sack with a paw and produced a rumbling growl. “You better live up to your hype, bitch boy."

He let out an effeminate yip and I could see his bashful, embarrassed expression in my mind's eye. Tension left his muscles as physical acceptance of my rightful place as his new master settled in. His confidence had, at least temporarily, melted on contact with the real deal. He cleared his throat and tried to reassert himself, at least in some small way, by stiffening his legs and dragging his rear end a little further toward me through the gap in the wall.

“Which of her holes did you take her in?" He asked.

“The kind you don't have."

“She was tight and warm and it all felt great, right?" He asked. I grunted in vague approval and, hearing that, he wiggled his butt, regaining a degree of courage. “Well, guess what? You haven't felt anything yet."

“Arrogant, aren't you?"

“Maybe," he said, his tail curling around one of my legs and tugging at me slightly. “But not without reason."

“Oh yeah?"

“Yeah," his chains rattled then stiffened as he once again used the power of his legs to drag himself onto my dick.

That was it. I was done pretending I was anything less than ravenously horny. I pushed my tip up over his fuzzy globes, then held both of our dicks together in one paw. His dick looked puny beside mine, being only half the height of my own. The filthy slut loosed a spurt of clear pre instantly that I proceeded to use as lube as I stroked us. It seemed that - in spite of the obvious and extensive use that had been made of him today - he was incredibly eager for this, to the point of being on a hair trigger. I would've been flattered but, for a cock-crazed whore like him, I'm sure that didn't make me particularly special. He could probably cum paws-free by the mere thought of being in the vicinity of another person's dick.

His stiff feral prick twitched in my grasp as I worked our shafts, my foreskin rubbing up against his sensitive cockflesh. Within a minute both of our members were slick with pre and I was ready to move on to better things. He gasped when I shifted my hips and let go of his hardness, but he had no need to complain. I grabbed his chained-up ankles and shoved my dick right up against his buttcheeks. He was slim, but there was a pleasant plumpness to his ass that made the sensation of my cock sinking into his malleable, furred rear especially gratifying.

The wolf let out a pathetic moan. “Fuck me baby," he said. “I need that dick so bad."

I wanted to - I was going to - but I had to have my fun first.

“Beg for it," I commanded.

“Please give me that dick, I need it."

“No," I said. “Beg for it."

He squirmed in indignant discomfort and produced a sad little bark.

“Please, master. Please bless me with your cock. Please allow me the honor of taking your seed."

“And why would a bitch like you deserve such a gift?"

“Because my body is yours. I am a vessel for your pleasure and nothing more. I want to satisfy you. I want to make you cum. I want to make here and now feel like heaven for you. That's all that matters to me."

I lined my member up with his hole, but didn't take the plunge quite yet.

“That's right," I growled, at my most dominant, totally possessed with aggressive desire. “You're nothing but an open-house whore. You'd give your all just to be some faceless person's cocksleeve."

He was breathing heavy, grinding against my dick as best he could and wagging his tail. He was loving this.

“Yes master. My only worth is in pleasuring others," he said. “Please use my hole. I need your cock, I'm incomplete without it, I'm pointless without it."

All his earlier swagger and self-assured arrogance was gone without a trace. The transformation from brazen buttslut to willing slave was complete. He had earned my dick, so I gave it to him. All of it. All at once. He yelped in surprise and perhaps a little pain and he tensed up, obviously not expecting such sudden ferocity.

“Be a good cocksleeve," I grunted, staying deep in his tight hole. “And shut up."

He whimpered quietly. It sounded as if he had a paw over his mouth to help muffle himself. He probably did. His body relaxed after a few seconds, becoming used to my invasive presence.

“Wow," his sister said, having finally caught her breath. “You actually got my twin to shut up without filling his muzzle with cock. That's a rare achievement."

I gripped her brother's ankles tight and grunted low. “A cheap toy like him has no use for vocal chords. Maybe this experience will teach him a valuable lesson."

“I hope so," she cooed. Her brother let out a muffled, helpless hum and she laughed.

“No sound out of you," I scolded. He shut up straight away, so I gave him his reward and started humping.

He kept as quiet as he could which was, unfortunately, far from silent. Momentary gasps and moans and yips escaped him, though he did suppress the sounds to the extent that he was able. In fairness, I didn't make it easy for him. I was going deep and hard from the outset.

His stiff cock flopped uselessly in the air, intermittently slapping against his belly and leaking so much pre that it looked like a damn sprinkler.

I had no intention of slowing or pausing my feverish mounting of the wolf boy. I was hyper-present, in a ferociously horny state of mind and all I could think about was spraying my seed inside and all over the dumb bitch. There was simply no stopping me. I kept pumping away, my hips and balls slamming against his butt again and again.

He was so damn tight; being inside of him felt incredible. I was panting with a mixture of ecstasy and exertion, my tongue hanging out of my mouth, caring not one bit what I looked like. My personal sex-slave stayed so quiet that I could hear the moans of other nearby sluts over his. The place buzzed with the sounds of sex and satisfaction. All was exactly as it should've been.

I redoubled my efforts, gripping him harder, leaning into him and fucking him with as much speed and power as I was physically capable. His fluffy buttcheeks stroked my dick with every single pull-out and shove-in and once again I felt the inexorable approach of my orgasm. I welcomed it, I strode towards it, I jumped into its arms.

Still, before I could burst, he did. His cock went off like a hose, jetting cum all over as it swung back and forth through the air. Some hit the wall, some his own belly, and some even hit me. Strands of his ejaculate splashed across my chest and another spurt got me right on the muzzle. He had given up on silence and was now moaning loudly, openly, and shrilly like the utterly emasculated fuck-hole that he was.

Just as his orgasm was coming to an end, mine began. I pelted his insides with cum, then pulled out and kept on spraying, drenching his dick, balls and belly in my scent. I shook the last of it off on his ass, then licked his seed from around my mouth. Finally done, I let out a huge sigh of contented, exhausted relief.

“You... see..." He began, having to pause for breath between each word. “What... I meant... now?"

I laughed and spanked him hard. “You're right, the family package was essential."

He agreed, a shred of his earlier cockiness returning. Before leaving I-

Ah. Fuck. I couldn't hold out. I've made a mess now. Cum is everywhere. Well, it's mostly on me. I'm very sticky, and I don't particularly like being sticky when there's nobody else around to be sticky with. So, this is awkward. I guess I'm gonna go shower now and finish up this entry after.

Thankfully, what I've written already is more or less the extent of what I got up to. After plowing the twins I was straight up out of energy. I promised them I'd be back sometime to fuck their brains out all over again, and left. That was pretty much it.

On that note: I'm still sticky. Be right back.

Today: CT2-5876/01/30

Alright, I'm back. And clean. Hooray.

Anyway, that was a fun little story, wasn't it? I'll take your silence as a yes, but don't use that as an excuse, you're very free to tell me exactly how much of a yes it is.

I'm thinking, for the next one of these, I should go with something a little more personal. Still sexy, just more romantically sexy, maybe.

I suppose I could end this right here. In fact, I bet most of you have already left, possibly after getting sticky yourselves, but I don't know. I think I'll use this aftermath section as a sort of 'what's-happening-with-Zachary-lately' bit. Why? 'Cause I want to, that's why.

So, yeah, life's been good for me as of late, for the most part. Starting this journal has been a real highlight. It's kept me busy and engaged, which is especially helpful with Eliot off dealing with a big project of theirs lately. It's really cool that they've got involved with something and I think it's been a good thing for their mental health, but, still, I miss spending as much time with them as I used to. In fact, their absence is part of what finally got me to start writing these things. Silver linings and all that.

Em's been an angel. She's been super encouraging about all this, and I know she'll read these even if nobody else does, but she's also been pretty busy lately. She's had a tough time fully settling in here. After she'd been here a couple days it seemed like she was good to go - as if she were born to live here - but it turns out leaving behind her past and settling down wasn't quite so simple after all. It can't be easy, in truth I can't even imagine what it's like, but I sympathize fully. Em, you know I'm here for you if you need me, Then again, you probably don't 'cause you're a badass bitch. Still, if you do, you know where to find me. Lots of love.

So, with those two each on their own little missions I've been spending a lot of time with Denn, which has been great. We've been close for years now, but I feel like we grow closer still every day. Naturally, being around him has led to a lot of sex, usually with one another so, uh, that's what I've been up to. Not complaining, for the record.

And, well, yeah. That's it, I guess.

I need to get better at these outros.

Alright, until next time, you horny little imps.