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I met Tim, my boyfriend of 8 months online. He is an incredibly sexy man. He's 6'2" tall and his job as a trainer keeps him very fit. He's got buzzed dark blond hair and green eyes and pretty smooth all over. As if it couldn't be better, he had an unsatiable appetite for taking cock.

Tim's apartment was 15 minutes from mine. We both had agreed we liked our own space. It was nice to be able to have time by myself, but I was getting to the point where I wanted someone around. It started to bother me all the appointments he had with clients when I really wanted to hang out with him. I got a little paranoid because we were only seeing each other two or three nights a week tops. I wanted to show more interest in his work. So, I'd ask him about his clients and their goals and what he was doing to get them there. It would tell me he didn't want to talk about work.

That excuse worked for awhile, but I became suspicious. I decided that I'd follow him to his appointment one night. The next time I called him to see if we could hang out and he told me he had a client, I hung up and drove to his apartment. I could see his light was on and saw him walking around in there. So, I parked across the street and waited to see if he would leave. Twenty minutes later, the light went off. I saw him walk out to his car and begin to pull away. I followed him from a distance. I knew he'd recognize my car. So, I had to be very careful.

He drove to a nicer neighborhood. I pulled into a side street so he couldn't see me. Maybe he was going to train a client. When it was safe, I drove around that neighbor to see if I could find his car. I did, parked in the driveway with a bunch of other cars. That seemed a little weird to me that there would be so many cars there.

I parked my car a few houses down. I saw another car pull up, a Jaguar, and a handsome middle aged man walked into the house. I could see the front door was cracked open. So, I walked up to the door, trying not to look suspicious, but like I was supposed to be there.

I slid through the slightly opened door and could hear lots of moaning. Not working out moaning, sexual moaning. I definitely sounded like Tim. My heart sank, but I followed the noise. I walked downstairs and down a short hall. The room was filled with no less than 30 naked men surrounding the action in the middle of the room. I took off my clothes at the entrance to fit in. I squeezed my way towards the middle to see Tim blindfolded while getting double penetrated and sucking two other cocks. He was covered in cum. Another man was stroking his cock.

I was stuck between wanting to run out and cry, lash out in anger or follow some sick sort of lust that was causing my cock to get hard. I decided to keep quiet and see where things would go. Tim was moaning like crazy as the audience of naked men grunted in approval as they fought their way to take a turn with him. The man on top of Tim appeared to orgasm and them pull out as cum oozed out of Tim's used asshole. Another man quickly entered the already filled hole.

One of the men Tim was sucking sprayed cum all over Tim's face followed quickly by the other. They were also quickly replaced by two more eager men.

I leaned over to one of the men and asked how long this usually goes on.

"Usually doesn't shut down til morning..." I was stunned. I made my way to the corner of the room...leaning against the wall for support, then eventually sitting on the floor staring in disbelief.

I sat their for a couple hours just watching my boyfriend, whom I'd been committed to for almost a year, get fucked by dozens of men and love it. I began to get tired and fell in and out of sleep, unnoticed by the crowd of horny men focused only on their victim.

I woke up to the sounds of continued moaning. I looked at my watch...6am! There was still a good crowd of men in the room, though different from the ones earlier. Peering through their legs, I could see Tim, still blindfolded, laying on his stomach taking cock from behind as he sucked another.

The crowd began to thin out. There were just four of us left in the room. One continued to fuck Tim's abused hole till he came. He kept his cock inside him and started wiping his hair and face.

"You were a very good slut tonight, Timmy Boy."
"Thank you, Sir."
"I'm sure you'll have many men calling you for their own parties."
"Thank you, Sir."
"You serviced over 200 men tonight boy. That must be some sort of record."
"No Sir"
"Really! You are a special slut, especially with a hole as tight as yours."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Now, the rest of us are going to leave. Keep your blindfold on until the timer goes off. Then you can shower in the next room, dress and leave. Your money will be on the table by the door."
"Thank you, Sir."

I left with the others, no words were exchanged. I got dressed and walked to the front door, glancing at the check made out to Tim for $10,000. I went to my car. I drove off, but just around the block. I came back and waited about fifteen minutes before Tim came out to his car. He drove off.

It was 7:30am by that time. I decided to give Tim a call.

"Hey!"
"Hi, why are you calling so early."
II just was missing you. How did your training go last night?"
"Oh man, it wore me out."
"I bet."
"Ya...I'm sleeping in this morning."
"Oh...let me join you. I'm really horny and want to use that ass."
"Oh...wow...ya. Sounds good."

I went over and fucked him every which way, turned on my the thought of what a slut he was. I never told him I knew about what happened. I let him keep his little secret, always calling the morning after his "client meetings" to use his abused hole.