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Chapter 23 - Howling for Wolf Jerome grasped BoiFagBarbie and pulled him down to him. Wrapped his arms around that slim cute body and held him close. Kept his own hips moving as he did so and felt the little fag relax into him, taking all the cock his Owner was giving him. The boi was undeniably a natural, undeniably a talent. A sweet hole for any man to fuck. Jerome was enjoying just that, feeling the pleasure of taking young hole. Even better he knew about this boy, knew his background. There was something extra special about plowing a hole like this. One unconsciously primed and prepared for him by this boy's parents. They had to be real pieces of shit but Jerome didn't care. In the end Jerome was getting what he wanted and that was all that mattered. Jerome pushed the boy's nose down against his skin. He felt the young man inhale deeper, like his masculine skin was poppers or some shit. Well, for some real lucky little faggots apparently it was. He powered a few slightly deeper strokes into that fine little hole, not giving his fucktoy it all, not just yet. Then he held still, gripped the fag tight and nodded to Wolf. Wolf had been waiting. He'd taken the opportunity to spread some lube on his own nine inches of dark meat. Jerome didn't feel it necessary but what could Wolf say maybe he was just an old sentimentalist. Anyway Wolf moved forward and down onto the pale back held in Jerome's arms. If BoiFagBarbie hadn't understood what was about to happen then the sudden weight and warmth of Wolf's body let him know. Wolf frowned as he felt the young man's body react and tense. That tightening no doubt felt great on Jerome's cock but it wouldn't make Wolf's task any easier. Just proved however impressive the hole had performed he was still just a newbie with a lot to learn. Being able to double up was a necessary talent for Wolf's whores and this one needed to learn. It was Wolf turn to look up. Not at Clyde but at the only other person still in the room. Ash had been waiting for that signal, as he had throughout the night. He stepped forward with the little bottle in his hand. Held it under BoiFagBarbie's nostril, while carefully closing the other. The fag snorted deeply without being told, he had learned that lesson at least. The same for the other nostril and then Ash stepped back. Wolf had seized his moment, found the junction of dark cock and pale hole and pushed his own hard meat against it. The poppers had done their work, leaving the boy's mind in a haze and his hole as relaxed as it ever could be with nine inches of hard Black cock in it. Anyway it was just relaxed enough for Wolf to slide home, feeling his own cock against that of Jerome. It didn't matter how many times they'd done this it always felt real good. Experience told and when Wolf began to push forward Jerome soon met his rhythmn. Team-fucking that tight little hole into oblivion. Fuck but that never got old! The euphoric haze of the poppers didn't last long. The surge of pain as Wolf entered him broke through into BoiFagBarbie's addled senses. He almost couldn't compute just what he was feeling - just how brutally stretched his hole was from taking two thick Black cocks at once. It had done real well, all of his training and exercises had paid off, but this was just a little, or a lot, too much. Once more he felt something give and this time there was no ecstasy to follow only pain, raw brutal visceral pain. BoiFagBarbie screamed. He screamed loud and he screamed from the very depths of his soul. Unconsciously trying to let out the pressure, to lessen the intensity of that tearing pain. "PLEASE - NO - I CAN'T...." Finally the scream became garbled words. Desperate pleas for mercy. "PLEASE - STOP - I CAN'T". He hadn't hoped for any mercy but the cocks did stop. Well, they almost stopped - but they didn't withdraw. Their thrusts became little micro-movements, keeping them hard and changing the sensations for their young 'victim'. It still hurt, that was a certain fact, but his body was getting used to it. The more positive sensations of getting his insides rearranged by two Big Black Cocks were given a chance to make themselves felt. "We need to gag you bitch?" There was an edge to Jerome's voice. "Wanna be a faggot ho then you need to learn to take two." That was Wolf. "Need to take two and beg us to give you two." Jerome added. The initial pain had peaked and subsided, or at least been masked to a degree by the other sensations now surging and rampaging through BoiFagBarbie's body and brain. All joined by the seductive wonderful scent of masculine power that seemed to surround him. The men sensed the change in him, again perhaps a benefit of experience. They slowly began to fuck him again. Not hard or fast at first but building, always building. BoiFagBarbie took the rising momentum until he couldn't keep quiet anymore. "Fuck me," he said. "Wass that bitch - Need to speak up - Tell us what you need." Jerome's words were punctuated by building thrusts, thrusts matched and magnified by Wolf's. "FUCK ME," shouted BoiFagBarbie. "FUCK ME HARD." He felt hands tighten on his sides, felt the pace and intensity of the fucking build a little. "HARDER, HARDER - I'M A SLUT - FUCK ME!" He was rewarded with a little more, the pain and pleasure increasing, the intense cocktail possessing him and driving him on. "FUCK ME - POZ ME - KNOCK ME UP." Each time rewarded by faster, deeper, harder thrusts. Building back to what had once been unbearable. Once but no longer. "TURN ME OUT - ON THE STREETS - A DIRTY POZ WHORE." Jerome held back a little as Wolf thrust his cock home as hard as he could. Felt the resistance there as his hard cock pushed for admittance. The little bitch under him was feeling that for sure, the fag was just barely hanging on for all the brave words. Wolf kept going until the boi twisted a little in just the right way and Wolf's cock found admittance. He felt the sensation and grunted his appreciation as he shot a real heavy load just as deep as he could. Wolf withdrew His dark cock streaked with pink-tinged cum. The cum of many men, the same cum that now formed a froth around BoiFagBarbie's ruined hole, that ran in long drying streaks down his thighs. The little slut was getting to be a mess but they weren't done yet. Jerome took the brakes off. He couldn't give a fuck if he broke the little fag in two, he couldn't give a fuck how loud the little bitch got. He'd been waiting on this a while and now he needed to get his nut. He started a power-fuck, putting all his strength into each thrust and plowing that bruised and battered hole. Wolf had opened the way and soon Jerome was following him in, pounding that battered hole until it let him as deep as he could go. Feeling that second resistance crumble and let him plant his seed where it would remain and do its work. The thought of it was enough and another heavy load of cum joined Wolf and Bull's deep in the boy's guts. Jerome gave a grunt of satisfaction. The dumb little fag looked good on his cock, looked even better when you knew your charged load was in him. He almost reluctantly withdrew and then paused to admire what they had done to that sweet little hole. He adjusted the pillow under the boy's back to keep as much of that toxic seed in him as possible. That was just for the cameras really - the boy had more than enough even with the little streams of seed that had run down his thighs He looked what he had now become - a whore that took all and any cocks. A once tight hole that now looked like a well-fucked pussy, puffy and loose and full of cum. Jerome knew the math by heart even if BoiFagBarbie was a newbie to such things. A neg boi hole was always rolling the dice. Take a toxic cock and that's 1 in 154, take a toxic load and that's 1 in 72. Take primed high viral loads, the admission criteria for the second part of this breaking in party, and the dice started to get loaded. Get fucked by a Poz man at his most potent, like say young Ash just barely off his fuck flu, and you were looking at 1 in 10. Maybe even better odds - better, at least, from Jerome's perspective The little fag was looking up at him and Jerome met his gaze. This particular little slut had been playing Russian roulette with at least four chambers primed. Whatever the statistics it only really took one. What were the chances of the boi dodging all thirty Poz bullets? It seemed impossible but it happened more than anyone would guess. Young healthy bodies fought back or sheer dumb luck took a hand. It didn't really matter. If it didn't take then they'd just do it all again. When little fags played games with Jerome then Jerome ALWAYS won. Jerome nodded and smiled. The boi was obviously exhausted but he seemed to register the fact before his eyes closed and his body relaxed, his butt still propped up to make sure he received the full benefit of all the gifts he had received. *** Pain. Sharp intense pain lancing into his brain, driving away his fatigue. He tried to move but realised he was tied down. "Stay still you dumb little cunt." It took a moment to recognize that voice through the fog that seemed to swirl through his brain. He forced his eyes open and saw Clyde. The latter had finished his first task and now moved to complete the pair. A needle flashed and then was pushed in a practised movement through BoiFagBarbie's erect right nipple. Sharp pain again, was it better or worse for the lack or surprise, then Clyde was pushing a ring through his flesh. Clyde was all business. He might not be the most talented of artists but there was no challenge in his tasks today. The satisfaction came in knowing that you were marking the perfect canvass of this boi's body. Nipples could heal of course but the boi would always know they had been pierced. Even if the fag decided to let them heal which Clyde highly doubted he would. Subjects like this one loved having their nips pierced, loved seeing the glint of metal and feeling those rings pulled by themselves or someone else. Maybe not at the moment Clyde was first forcing the needle through their flesh but as in many things the satisfaction would come to outweigh the pain, to absorb it and make it part of the pleasure. The pride each time they glanced down at the rings with their enamelled biohazard symbol. Piercing the ears was simpler, barely even seemed to register with the exhausted little fag. The clip-on femboy hoops were rapidly replaced by the real thing. Clyde's experienced hands moved the boy onto his front, carefully positioned over a space provided so that nothing would rub against his nips or catch their new jewellery. The young fag had quietened down again fast just as Clyde had knew he would. The boi knew his role here and you could see he had been playing it well. He looked quite the mess - with all of those obscenities written on his body - fresh ones as well as the faded words Clyde himself had written. Experienced hands wiped the area just above the boi's wrecked hole and the antiseptic solution applied had the added benefit of removing the words written there. A shame that but it was soon remedied. Clyde turned to his portable kit and turned on the machine. He heard the familiar buzz. The boi's head turned, his eyes widened at seeing the machine and the needle in Clyde's right hand. Ah - a boi's first time! Not the only first time of the night for this one of course. First time fucked, first time bred, first time getting that hole of his blown out. Hopefully, the first time would prove a charm - knock him up for real. Clyde was well aware that he had never been the greatest artist with ink. However, bold script was well within his capabilities. He could freehand the boy's first permanent messaging. On the small of his back - just above that gaping mess of a hole. 'BAREBACK ONLY POZ CUM WELCOME BREED ME DEEP!' Strong hands held the boy in place as Clyde got to work. The needle biting into the perfect pale flesh of the boi. Carefully wiping away blood as he completed each letter. The boy had got the message fast and had laid still. Like he was maybe out of it - in sensory overload. Well that suited Clyde just fine. The boy's pale flesh was obvious above the new dark lettering. Perfect for the biohazard tattoo that Clyde knew he would soon be adding there. Biohazard symbols were no problem - he'd had a lot of practice inking them over the years. "Beautiful," murmured the voice of Daddy Robert as he held the boy in place. He was hardly needed any more. Two other men had been setting the sling up. Clyde carefully covered the new tattoos and supervised as the men carried the boi across to the sling and bound him in place. So nothing would rub the ink-work and piercings while that gaping hole was made blatantly, obscenely, available. A few more men started to make their way into the room. Ready to make their second gift to the star of the evening's entertainment. Daddy Robert knew that he had to move fast. The boi's hole had been just delightful first time round. Now it wouldn't be as pleasingly tight or responsive but Robert's own cock was hard and hungry for it none the less. He hitched his dirty oft-patched cassock aside and pushed his big cock into the boi's hole. He'd thought the little fag was out of it but he secured a pleasing little moan as he pushed his cock home. There was still some response left in this faggot. Just as well because he had a long night ahead of him and Robert didn't need to look over his shoulder to see the queue of men forming to take their second turn. ***

Whatever the top wants.

I would imagine yes. Because bottoms in chastity wouldn’t get hard, right?

, Totally agree 🙂

Cute Feet.

Berlin and Cologne sure both have some great cruising spots (Google up Cranach Waeldchen and its surroundings perhaps), but a portable gloryhole is so oddly specific, that it's tricky to make a clear recommendation. If you're into bath houses, the Babylon and Phönix (both in Cologne) have some great ones you can use 🙂

He's got one load in his ass might as well go for more now. Cannot hurt anything now.

My sex life is a long list of extreme fetishes with barely any limit... I'm attracted to the smelliest, nastiest stuff... Men: In general, men who don't shower often. No limit, if you haven't showered in 2 months, I will kiss and smell every inch of your body. Smegma makes things 400% better. The rougher a man looks, the smellier he is, the more I want him. Give me blue-collar, chavs, rednecks, skins, addicts, wasted, chubs, obese... Give me pig haircuts and staches. That's my definition of beauty. Socks, sneakers, shoes, boots: Again, the nastier, the better. Nothing better than a pair of thin black nylon socks worn for weeks; shiny, and saturated with sweat. Same for white sport socks: The more worn, the yellower they are, the better. It's not just my main fetish, but also a real addiction. I simply can't refrain... I've gotten out of my way to have my nose as close as possible to straight friends socked feet. I've sniffed and masturbated in workers boots while they were working in my house. I've stolen countless pairs of socks from dudes, even friends. Hell, I even tried (unsuccessfully) to buy socks from homeless dudes... at two separate occasions... This might be a future post on this site. Smoking: Not just smoking, but actively fucking my lungs. If you're a chain-smoker with a greasy cough smoking over 3 packs a day, I will want to marry you. I can't have sex without pumping tar in my lungs. Cum and risky play: Never had many opportunities, but would love to empty as many used condoms I can find in my ass. Other than that: cheating, being a cuck, using cum from men my partner played with, STDs, poz dudes... Other disgusting kinks: Burping, getting farted in my face, loose holes / prolapses, skidmarked briefs, ball stretching, cock modifications (silicone monster meat, subincision, split, ...) TLDR... yeah, I'm an addicted, nasty freak at this point...

Perhaps it would have been better if this imaginative and well written story had ended at this point, it would have been a natural conclusion to all the action. Instead, the chapter goes to on to initiate more fun taking place the following day, but there have been no further chapers and the author hasn't logged in for over a year now.

Part 8 (apologies again for the longer delay): I awoke the next morning feeling slightly hungover, but sexually very sated and happy. I know I shouldn't be cheating on Nate, but he'd left me unsatisfied and I would have been miserable if Chad hadn't helped me out. Nate was still asleep, which I was thankful for because I had leaked quite a bit of cum and it had dried on me, so I needed to wash off that evidence immediately. I left the bedroom and was halfway to the bathroom when I remembered that Chad was still here and I shouldn't wander around naked, but then again, Chad has seen me naked, so I guess that ship has sailed. Nate doesn't know this of course, so I decided I'd just tell him that I was half asleep when I went to the bathroom and didn't realize. After all, we usually make that trip naked so it's the default situation. In the shower I replayed the events of the previous evening, and while they were amazingly hot, and I guarantee I'll be remembering them when I wank, I really needed to be more careful about my cheating. Technically, I should stop the cheating altogether, but I didn't actually think I could do that now - I've become addicted. I'll just have to be a lot more sensible and careful. I'll have a chat with Chad and set some ground rules. Riding his cock while Nate was only a couple of rooms away, while the door was open was just far too risky, especially when Chad roared loudly while flooding my ass. Out of the shower, and dressed, clean, and no longer wearing any evidence of certain indiscretions, I made my way downstairs where Chad was already waiting. Nate chose that moment to wake up and make his own way to the shower. I said good morning to Chad and was about to take the opportunity while Nate was in the shower to set some ground rules about my cheating habits, but Chad cut me off, pulled his cock out and ordered me to suck him. I tried to protest, but he said that he'd never cum in my mouth and wanted to feed me a load, and now was a good time because we didn't have enough time to fuck. I realized that he wasn't going to take no for an answer, and honestly, his cock is beautiful, so I wanted to please it. I got down on my knees and worshipped his cock, remembering how good it made me feel when it was inside me. Chad told me to look up at him and at that point I noticed that he was filming me. I was scared, wondering what he would do with the video, but I was enjoying his cock, and my brain was determined to make him cum, as though I owed him a favor for breeding me only a few hours earlier. I got lost in the moment and didn't notice that the shower had turned off. I heard the bathroom door open, and Chad picked that moment to cum in my mouth. He wasn't as loud as the night before, but he definitely wasn't quiet, and there's no way Nate wouldn't have heard him. I swallowed every drop that he gave me, and then stood up while he put his cock away. I told him that I was concerned about the video, but he just said no to worry, it'd be just for personal use. Mostly. I didn't get a chance to ask what me meant by "mostly" because Nate walked down the stairs. The first thing he said was that he'd heard a noise and asked what had happened. Chad covered by saying that he'd whacked his knee on the edge of the table and that must have been what he'd heard. We were all at least a little hungover, I think, with Nate being in the worst state of the 3 of us, so we sat and had breakfast in silence. Well, if you count a large cup of strong coffee as breakfast. I was finishing my coffee when I got a message from George, which just said "fucking hot video. I'm jealous". I looked at Nate, who was fortunately off in his own world, and then Chad who just mouthed the word "oops" at me and grinned. Fuck. This was getting out of hand. Who else had he sent it to? What did the video actually show? How could I explain it if Nate saw it? And why was I hard?

I can't comment on whether other total bottoms will want you sucking their dicks, but there are definitely men there that are not hard and participating enthusiastically.

Mostly I prefer straight married bottoms, because they are so eager and it's something their wives can't really give them. Straight married tops vary so much - some are great topping a guy's ass, some are clueless, and some are sadistic narcissists. As a top/vers, I am very much NOT into being humiliated or knocked around or disrespected when I bottom - no shade on guys who DO enjoy that, it's just not my thing - and frankly, some of these married "tops" try so hard to be type-A alphas and fail so tragically... so my answer is the bottoms, but that's just my opinion!

I'm curious... At these hypothetical orgies, if I suck every cock presented to me, enthusiastically take every dick, lick every ass, and make out with every interested guy at an orgy, including other bottoms, but my dick doesn't get hard, am I still welcome?

My favorite part is when he cums in my mouth. Feeling his cock pulse, feeling each shot of cum and enjoying the taste before I swallow.

Still beats the days of author Mary Renault, and one-offs like "The Catch Trap" and of course Andrew Hollarans novels where all gay romances conveniently ended in death and tragedy. I tried a few of these books in my teens and early 20s (Mom's a librarian) and started throwing them against the wall - I refused to believe my life was destined to either be tragic, lonely, or end early. NONE of these has come to pass in my actual life BTW...

6. Damn my body was rocking in that video. After the cuck exposed me, somehow my video with Pat was also leaked. I wonder who did that? 🤭 Pat kinda became a mini amateur hot shot. A lot of OF stars had him as guests with the intent of trying to seduce him so he would prefer them over me. He never once strayed. Which meant he became more in demand, pulling some major hotties. But never strayed. Ever. But that’s today. We’re almost at Dday. In the days leading up to the Friday, I recorded a handful of videos with Pat where he babbles about how he will never love anyone as much as me. How Duyen is a cheap consolation. A bunch of those videos that I would trickle throughout their relationship to assert my dominance. Because through all this, I realized that Pat is another person who will do anything to please me. So I want to let him experience a different life, and when I’m ready, recall him. My original small dick cuck. But not my true love cuck. That honor belongs to Jesus. But I’m greedy, and I’m going to collect as many cucks as I can. So that Friday came and I told Pat to set up our bedroom. I told him to clear the areas where the cameras would go. He set up extra curtains and lighting in our bedroom. We were in there when Jesus knocked at the front door. I told Pat to stay. I got the front door. I buried myself into Jesus’s bear body. His burger sweats filled my nostrils. He bear hugged me and ran his magical hands over my body. I took his hands and brought him upstairs to the bedroom. He spotted Pat. Their first time meeting. Years or stories and tension swirled in the room. I wasted no time. I told Jesus to get naked and have a seat on the armchair. I got naked and grabbed the magical lube and waved Pat over. “You know what this is Patty?” He shook his head. “This is lube laced with meth to make me horny. The more that goes in my hole, the sluttier I become.” Pat was processing everything. “Come here,” I whispered. “The moment this lube enters me, we are done. It’s going in me no matter what. But you have a choice. Either Jesus can be the one to inject this, or you can Patty. You get the power to end this relationship by turning me into a whore. What do you say Patty? Do you want to push this in me? Or should Jesus?” “Me!!” Pat said. Jesus and I cackled. “Too bad,” Jesus said. He dipped his finger in the lube and stuck it up me. He poured some on his dick and pushed me down on his cock. Then he inverted me and poured more into me. My ass felt slick and warm. There was a bit left in the bottle and Jesus gave it to Pat and told him to finish me off. Take agency over his life. So he wiped the lube bottle and stuck his finger inside me and nutted in the process. Jesus and I laughed. I looked at Jesus and said I expect the guys to be hot. He leaned in to kiss me and said of course they are. He smelled kind of gross but I liked it. My ass was starting to burn, and I was starting to tweak. But I wanted to take off. So I told Jesus to smoke me out. Will make the room cloudy for the videos. My lover took out a pipe and fed me. I took like 10 big hits and the room was cloudy! Jesus and Pat took some hits too. I think everyone knew what was happening was once in a lifetime and to think of the consequences later. I was so high I was stating to dissociate. Game time. The guys Jesus found had been there this whole time or if they entered, I didn’t hear them. The first guy walked up and entered me in one go. I couldn’t fully see what he looked like because my vision was so blurry. But I knew he was muscular and tall. I also felt hair over Josh tight muscles. That and a blinding light every now and then that was followed by questions like “who am I” “what I do” “what is happening” “do I love this?” They fed me more meth and apparently Jesus had another thing of special lube. Jesus really outdid himself. He invited so many guys I had played with over the years. There was a constant trickle of guys for what felt like forever. I was so happy that at one point, after asking for more special lube, I hugged Jesus and slurred that I love him. People cheered. I couldn’t see who was in the room but from the sound of the cheers, it sounded like everyone who had fucked me so far. And that’s how the night/weekend went. Special lube and cock. My nirvana. And once the lube ran out, people slowly left until it was me, cuck, Duyen and Pat. Cuck followed my orders and texted everyone those videos he recorded. He posted it to X. I quickly got fired at work. Probably blacklisted too. But financially I was fine. Jesus and Pat were supporting me. I’m sure Pat was using Duyen’s money to support me too. That and the one off tips I got from guys who fucked me. They were paying for access to me body and to help preserve it. I was going to the gym, spa, bathhouse, anywhere not work. It has been one week since that night I lost consciousness from the magical lube, and I have loved every minute of it. I am always high and full of cum. I told Jesus that his next project is to find me a boyfriend that will replace him.

There is power in TRUTH!....