Babies Fucked Into Him By Large Cock

The private loft smelled of lube, warm skin, and bass that never quite covered the wet sounds from the other rooms. Gideon stood in the red light at twenty-eight, ass already slick from the prep he had done alone, cock half-hard in his open black jock. Weeks of filthy messages had brought him to this private gay breeding party, and he had asked for one man. The one who had promised, in plain text, to fuck babies into him with a cock too big for most holes.

Dante filled the doorway a moment later. Thirty-five, powerfully built, broad through the chest and thick through the thighs, he wore nothing but gray sweatpants that failed to hide the heavy swing of his shaft. His eyes dropped to Gideon’s mouth, then lower, and his mouth curved.

“You showed,” Dante said. “Good. I’ve been hard since you sent that picture of your hole.”

“I told you I would,” Gideon answered. His pulse kicked. “You said you’d breed me.”

“I said I’d fuck babies into you,” Dante corrected, stepping close enough that Gideon felt the heat off his skin. He caught Gideon’s wrist and pressed the smaller man’s palm to the thick ridge straining the cotton. Even only half-swollen it was enormous, longer than Gideon’s hand, fat enough that his fingers refused to meet around it. “Massive. Raw. No condom. You’re going to take every inch and hold every drop until your guts are packed. Until you’re knocked up on it.”

Gideon’s breath stuttered. “Yes.”

Two women watched from the low couch, both grown, drinks in hand, faces flushed with interest. Harriet, thirty-two, dark hair pinned up, crossed her legs and smiled like she had waited for this pairing all night. Rochelle, thirty-four, leaned forward, eyes bright.

“He’s been talking about you for weeks,” Harriet said. “Said he was going to put a litter in that pretty hole.”

“Do it,” Rochelle added, voice rough. “We want to see him take that cock. Breed him raw. Fertile and filthy. Don’t hold back.”

Dante’s promise hung between them. Gideon’s hole clenched around nothing, already aching for the stretch and the flood. He had come for exactly this. He lifted his chin.

“Then stop talking,” Gideon said, “and put those babies in me.”

Dante answered by grabbing a fistful of Gideon’s hair and kissing him hard. It was not gentle. Tongue pushed past Gideon’s lips, filthy and deep, tasting of whiskey and heat, and Gideon opened for it with a broken sound. Dante walked him backward until Gideon’s shoulders hit the padded breeding bench at the center of the room, the one built low and wide for exactly this kind of use. The kiss kept going, wet and claiming, Dante’s free hand sliding down to grip Gideon’s ass and spread one cheek so the cool air hit his slick hole.

“Feel that,” Dante muttered against his mouth. He rolled his hips and the thick length in his pants dragged along Gideon’s bare stomach, heavy and hot even through the cotton. “That’s what’s going in you. That’s what’s going to knock you up.”

Gideon’s hands shook as he shoved them under the waistband. Skin met skin. Dante’s cock was hotter than he had imagined from the photos, veins thick under his palm, the head already wet and blunt and obscene. He stroked the length and still could not cover it. His fist slid from the fat crown down a shaft that kept going, heavy balls drawn tight beneath. A groan tore out of Dante and vibrated into the kiss.

“Jesus,” Gideon whispered. “You’re huge. I need it. I need you to fuck me open on this and pump me full until it takes.”

“Say it louder,” Harriet called from the couch, smiling. “Let him hear how badly you want those babies.”

Rochelle laughed, low and encouraging. “Beg him, honey. Spread that hole and beg.”

Gideon did not need the push, but it lit him up anyway. He broke the kiss, panting, and turned to brace his hands on the bench. He arched his back, reached behind himself, and pulled his cheeks wide so Dante and both women could see the glistening rim he had worked loose. His cock jerked, untouched, a string of precum swinging from the tip.

“Please,” he said, voice cracking open. “I’ve been empty for weeks thinking about this. I need your cock. I need you to breed me raw. Fuck babies into me. Pump my guts full until I’m impregnated and dripping your load. I want to feel it take. I want to walk out of here stuffed and bred. Please, Dante. Put it in. Put all of it in.”

Dante’s pants hit the floor. The cock that sprang free was worse than the photos, worse than the grip of Gideon’s hand: long, thick, flushed dark, the head shining. He spat once into his palm, stroked himself twice, and stepped in until that blunt crown kissed Gideon’s hole.

“You asked,” Dante said. “You’re getting bred.”

He pushed.

The head popped through and Gideon’s mouth fell open on a shocked, grateful moan. Dante did not pause to let him adjust. He fed inch after thick inch into the clutching heat, one hand on Gideon’s hip, the other spread between his shoulder blades, bending him over the breeding bench until Gideon’s chest met the pad and his ass stayed high. The stretch burned in the best way, a relentless pressure that shoved the air out of Gideon’s lungs and made his toes curl against the floor. When Dante’s heavy balls finally pressed to Gideon’s taint, the smaller man was shaking, stuffed so full he could feel the shape of that cock rearranging him.

“Fuck,” Gideon gasped. “You’re in my guts. You’re so deep.”

“Good,” Dante growled. “Hold still and take it.”

He drew back until only the head remained, then slammed home in one long, brutal stroke. The bench creaked. Gideon cried out, not in pain he wanted stopped but in the raw shock of being used exactly as he had begged to be used. Dante set a pace that was mean and deep, hips snapping, that enormous cock pistoning in long strokes that dragged over Gideon’s prostate and punched the breath out of him on every thrust. Wet sounds filled the loft. Lube and the first leak of precum slicked Dante’s shaft, shining in the red light each time he pulled back.

Harriet’s voice cut through the slap of skin. “Look at him take it. That hole is swallowing every inch.”

“Breed him,” Rochelle said. “Don’t you dare pull out. Knock him up on that cock.”

Dante leaned over Gideon’s back, chest to spine, and fucked harder. “You hear them? They want to watch me put babies in you. You want that too, don’t you? You want this fat cock to flood your guts until you’re pregnant on my cum.”

“Yes,” Gideon sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Yes, fuck, breed me. Fuck those babies into me. I can take it. I want it. Harder.”

Dante gave it to him. The strokes turned savage, long and punishing, the head of his cock kissing something deep on every plunge. Gideon’s own cock slapped his stomach, leaking freely, his hole fluttering and gripping around the invasion like it was trying to milk a load already. Sweat slicked both of them. Dante’s balls swung and smacked Gideon’s taint in a filthy rhythm, heavy and full, promising exactly what Gideon had come for.

“Not yet,” Dante snarled when Gideon started to shake apart. “I’m not wasting the first load with you face down. I want to watch your belly while I knock you up.”

He pulled out in one slick drag. Gideon whimpered at the sudden emptiness, hole winking, ruined and shiny. Dante flipped him with easy strength, hauling him onto his back on the bench and shoving his knees up and out. He pinned Gideon’s legs wide, ankles caught in his big hands, folding the eager bottom open until nothing was hidden. Harriet made a pleased sound. Rochelle shifted closer on the couch, eyes locked on the stretched, fluttering rim and the enormous cock hovering over it.

“Look at me,” Dante ordered.

Gideon looked. Dante drove back in to the hilt in one thrust and Gideon’s eyes rolled. On his back the cock felt even deeper, a thick bar of heat lodged under his stomach, the head bullying into him with every grind. Dante started to breed him in earnest then, deep rhythmic thrusts that never fully left, hips rolling, grinding the fat crown into the deepest part of Gideon before drawing back and doing it again. Each stroke was a claim. Each stroke shoved a little more of Gideon’s sanity out through his mouth in broken moans.

“Gonna knock you up,” Dante growled, sweat dripping from his jaw onto Gideon’s chest. “Gonna fuck a litter into this greedy hole. You feel how big I am? That’s the cock that’s going to impregnate you. Raw. Deep. No pulling out. You’re going to take load after load until your guts are swimming with my cum and those babies are fucked all the way into you.”

“Please,” Gideon begged, hands scrabbling at Dante’s arms, legs straining in his grip and not trying to close. “Please, I’m close, I need it, I need you to cum in me, pump me full, make me pregnant, fuck, fuck—”

Dante’s rhythm broke into something desperate and heavy. He slammed in and held, balls tight against Gideon’s ass, and came with a guttural moan that shook both of them. The first hot pulse hit so deep Gideon felt it as a bloom of heat behind his navel. Then another. Then another. Dante stayed buried and pumped, thick ropes of cum flooding Gideon’s guts, so much that Gideon swore he could feel his insides getting heavier, packed, claimed. Gideon came untouched at the same time, cock jerking against his stomach, spilling across his own skin while he moaned Dante’s name and clenched down hard, milking every spurt.

It did not stop there. Dante stayed hard, or got hard again inside the wet clutch of him, and started thrusting through the mess of the first load. Cum squelched out around his shaft and he shoved it back in with the next stroke, growling, fucking his own spend deeper.

“More,” he panted. “You’re not bred yet. Take another. Take all of it.”

Gideon was beyond words, just open-mouthed sound, legs pinned wide, belly already feeling swollen with the volume Dante had dumped in him. The second climax hit harder. Dante roared, hips stuttering, and flooded him again, load after heavy load, pulse after pulse, grinding the head in place so nothing escaped. Gideon sobbed through another orgasm, hole spasming, milking that massive cock while both of them moaned in the same filthy, shared peak. Harriet and Rochelle were talking over each other, praising the sight, telling Dante to keep it in, telling Gideon to hold every drop, but the words blurred into heat. All Gideon knew was the cock splitting him, the cum packing his guts, the brutal promise being kept.

Dante did not pull out. He stayed buried to the hilt, chest heaving, and started a slow, nasty grind that worked every last drop deeper into Gideon’s stuffed hole. Cum leaked in thick strings around the seal of his shaft and he pushed it back in with short, grinding thrusts, balls still twitching, emptying whatever was left. Gideon’s hand slid down over his own stomach. The skin there felt taut, warm, obscenely full. He rubbed the swell and let out a wrecked laugh that was all need.

“Thank you,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Thank you for fucking those babies into me. I can feel them. My guts are full of your cum. You bred me. You knocked me up on that huge cock.”

“Damn right I did,” Dante said, still grinding, still not letting a drop go to waste. “You’re packed. You’re pregnant on me. Hold it.”

Harriet’s praise came sharp and pleased. “Look at that belly. He took every load. Successful breeding if I ever saw one.”

“Keep him plugged,” Rochelle said. “Don’t you pull out until those babies are fucked all the way in. He’s glowing with it. Stuffed and bred and filthy.”

They stayed locked, Dante’s cock a fat plug in Gideon’s overflowing hole, hips rolling in lazy, filthy circles that squelched cum deeper with every grind. Gideon kept rubbing the swollen curve of his belly, hole fluttering around the shaft that had ruined him, mouth open on a grateful, greedy moan. Dante leaned down and kissed him, wet and messy, more teeth and tongue than softness, still thrusting those last thick pulses into the heat he had claimed.

Gideon broke the kiss to gasp against Dante’s mouth, rubbing harder, “Keep fucking that cum into me, stud, I want your babies swimming in my guts and your fat cock plugging every nasty drop where it belongs.”