The Cabin Weekend: Everyone Breeds You
Breed Him Weekend – A Gift From Daddy
The Night Before
Mason had been planning this for months. He didn’t just want to spoil Eli with a weekend getaway — he wanted to give him something deeper. Something primal. Something unforgettable.
He found the event through a private message board. Invite-only. Breed Him Weekend — a secluded cabin retreat where submissive bottoms like Eli were shared, stretched, and filled in front of their partners.
Mason had to apply, verify, send pictures, and answer questions. But once accepted, he went all in. He rented a remote cabin tucked in the woods, complete with heated floors, a roaring stone fireplace, and a king-sized bed meant to get ruined.
He picked the bulls carefully — two seasoned tops. One: a tattooed, thick-muscled man with a deep voice and darker skin. The other: leaner, paler, with wolfish eyes and a filthy mouth. Both dominant. Both tested. Both ready.
He didn’t tell Eli the full plan. Just packed his bag. Told him they were celebrating their anniversary. Gave him a fresh trim. Had him waxed smooth below. Brought the lube. Brought the toys. Brought the collar.
When they arrived, Mason handed him a card:
“Tonight, you’ll be used. Bred. Broken open. Then held tight and told how perfect you are. Just the way Daddy likes it.”
Eli flushed. His hands trembled as he read it. “Are there… other men?”
Mason smirked. “Only the ones I trust to ruin you right.”
The Cabin – Playtime
The room was warm, lit by firelight. Mason sat in a leather armchair, drink in hand, watching his boy kneel on the fur rug between the bulls.
Eli was naked except for the black leather collar around his neck and a thin red ribbon tied around his cock and balls. His smooth skin flushed. His ass already lubed. His breath shallow.
“Show them how much you want it, baby,” Mason said.
Eli bent forward, presenting himself — back arched, hole exposed, pink and needy.
The tattooed bull moved first, dragging a thick finger between Eli’s cheeks, teasing his hole before pressing the head of his cock against it.
Eli whimpered.
“Take him,” Mason growled. “That hole belongs to more than just me tonight.”
The bull pushed in slowly — steady, unrelenting. Eli moaned, the sound breaking into a gasp as the thick shaft filled him inch by inch.
The other bull knelt in front of him, guiding his cock to Eli’s lips. “Open wide, sweetheart.”
Eli obeyed. His throat welcomed the cock, drool slipping down his chin. His body was a bridge between them — mouth full, ass stuffed, the two bulls taking control.
Mason watched, stroking himself lazily, his cock hard from the view. Eli’s moans were muffled by cock, but his body trembled with pleasure.
“Good boy,” Mason whispered. “Get used to it.”
The rhythm built — hard thrusts behind, slow mouth-fucks in front. Eli came once untouched, cock jerking as his hole fluttered.
“Don’t stop,” Mason said. “I want him ruined.”
The bull fucking him groaned, grabbing Eli’s hips. He slammed in deep, then came — hard — flooding Eli’s hole with thick, hot cum.
He didn’t pull out. He stayed inside, hips grinding, filling him to the brim.
When he did finally withdraw, cum oozed from Eli’s stretched hole.
The leaner bull wasted no time. He took the other’s place, sliding in with a grunt. Eli gasped — still open, still wet, still so, so full.
“Oh my God—” he cried.
“You’re made for this,” Mason said from his chair. “You’re a fucktoy tonight.”
The second bull pounded him hard — faster, rougher. Eli’s body rocked, hole clenching, drool flying as he was fucked back into another orgasm.
Then the second load hit.
Another flood of cum. His hole was overflowing now. Globs smeared down his thighs.
Mason stood.
“My turn.”
He knelt behind his boy, slid his cock in with ease. Eli moaned, collapsing into the rug.
“Still so warm,” Mason whispered. “Still so full.”
He fucked him slow. Deep. Worshipful. Then harder. Claiming what was his.
Eli came again — weak, breathless, his whole body twitching.
Mason spilled his own load, groaning as he emptied himself inside the mess of cum already dripping from his boy.
He held Eli after. Wrapped him in a blanket. Kissed his forehead.
“You did so good, baby. Daddy’s proud.”
The Morning After
Mason didn’t sleep much.
He laid beside Eli, hard under the sheets, staring at the ceiling while his mind replayed every second.
Two bulls. Two loads. One boyfriend.
Used. Bred. Worshipped.
He turned to Eli, who was sleeping on his side, legs parted slightly, his back to Mason. The blanket had slid down to his waist. His skin glowed in the soft light. His ass was red, stretched, and faintly slick.
A white trail glistened at the base of his hole.
Mason exhaled shakily.
He gently pulled the covers down further and spread Eli’s cheeks.
His hole was loose. Relaxed. Pliable. Still holding the night before. Mason slid a finger in — then two. Then three.
The heat. The slickness. The resistance — barely there.
Eli stirred. “Daddy…?”
Mason kissed his shoulder. “Shhh. Just checking on my boy.”
He slid four fingers in.
Eli moaned.
His body was so used, so wrecked, so wet — Mason could almost fit his whole hand. He didn’t push further, just circled his fingers inside, feeling the fullness, the squelch, the lingering heat of two strangers.
Mason was throbbing now.
He pulled his fingers out slowly, then lined his cock up.
Eli gasped as Mason pushed in. His body welcomed it, still stretched and soaked.
“Still leaking,” Mason whispered, voice thick with lust. “Still full of them. And now full of me.”
He thrust slowly at first. Then faster. Eli’s body clutched at him, the squelch of old cum making it sound even filthier.
“Breed me again, Daddy…” Eli begged.
Mason growled. Slammed in deep. And came.
Another load added to the mess.
He stayed inside, wrapped around Eli’s smaller frame.
“Because everyone breeds you. And that’s why I do too.”