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PART THREE: Of DESIRED OBSESSIONS: RECKLESS REUNION | VOLUME II The three-block walk to Felix’s apartment was a delicious tease for Felix. And a slow burn for the three guys that were following behind him. “You should walk in front of us,” Logan ordered as they left the park. His voice a low, playful rumble as he and his two boys, Tiago and Dreddy, catcalled Felix. Felix laughed, a light and airy sound, and did exactly as he was told. “Yeah. We gotta plan what we’re about to do to that ass,” Tiago added, sun glinting off his aviator sunglasses. Dreddy let out a long, appreciative whistle. “Damn! Wherever this fine ass boy is going, lead the way!” Maybe it was the knowledge that his ass was still slick with precum, or the weight of three pairs of predatory eyes on him, but Felix felt his skin begin to glow, radiating a filthy energy that he hoped anyone passing by could sense. He was careful not to strut too much, not to roll his hips with exaggerated flair, but he was absolutely putting on a show for the boys. “Bro, this kid’s head game…” Dreddy shook his head. Tiago groaned, “So good.” Logan had taken off his shirt and draped it over his shoulder. He sighed, “Well yeah, it’s good but is it fuckin’ good?” Felix kept walking but turned around and shot a playfully dirty look to Logan. “Okay.” Felix held back his smile, “I gotchu. But when you got no choice but to gimme that nut…” The boys yelped and laughed. “Keep it up. Smart mouths don’t get fed.” Logan taunted. Felix shot a half look over his shoulder, pouting his lip. Tiago nudged Logan and whispered, “We about to tear this bitch up right?” “And make sure the little faggot doesn’t forget.” Logan answered. People stared curiously at all of them as they walked by. The man sweeping the sidewalk did because of the dirty things he thought he heard. Some, like the woman waiting to cross the street at the corner with them, was more cautious of three dudes who looked like they had nothing better to do than bad. Felix slid the key into the lock, then paused, his other hand resting on the door knob. He looked over his shoulder, a little smile on his lips. “I am about to let three strange dudes into my apartment. Is that a good idea?” Logan leaned in, his breath hot against Felix’s ear. “It’s that or we just force ourselves in.” Felix pushed his ass back, grinding it against the hard length in Logan’s pants, and playfully quipped, “Oh no, help me.” He pushed the door open, and they all spilled into the darkness. His studio apartment was already in “party mode,” the curtains drawn tight, allowing the purple and pink LED strips he’d rigged around the king-sized bed to take full control of the shadows. The air smelled faintly of incense. "Welcome to the party," he breathed, kicking off his shoes. Logan whistled low, his eyes adjusting to the colored light. "Hope you don’t have thin walls, cause what we got in mind…" Dreddy crashed onto the couch, spreading his arms wide across the back. "Fuck yeah. Lemme connect to your speaker…." Felix sauntered to his kitchen counter where his little black box was waiting. He pulled out the bottle of G, a can of soda, and four shot glasses. "Who's ready to really get this party started?" Tiago was already beside him, his arm sliding around Felix’s waist slowly and firmly pulled him close. "Papi, you read my fucking mind." Felix measured out the doses, each of the boys calling out their preference. He measured each one carefully, then added a little bit more to each. “Just in case,” he whispered to himself. They all knocked them back, the liquid burning a sweet path down their throats. Felix took out his bong, and Dreddy packed the bowl with crystal. They started passing it around. “I’m gonna rinse off really quick,” Felix announced, his lips already forming a seal around the mouthpiece of the bong. Logan held the torch flame, his eyes fixed on Felix with a wild, excited glint. “Keep going…” he urged, his voice a low growl. Felix slowed his inhale just a bit, savoring the rush. “A little more…” Logan bit his lip, his hand disappearing into his pants to adjust his growing cock. He gave a sharp nod to Felix. The exhale was a masterpiece. Felix drew it out, his mouth forming a perfect “O” as he blew a thick, white dragon of smoke that snaked through the air. The boys cheered, their voices rough with admiration and arousal. Impressed, and more than a little turned on, they quickly started shedding their clothes, their bodies emerging as masculine silhouettes. Felix glanced back at them in admiration. Wow, he thought, I am one lucky little bitch. Logan put porn on the TV, finding a gangbang video. “Dude this dope I got is fire, right?” Tiago said between two rapid hits. Dreddy reached into the leg of his shorts, giving his cock long slow strokes. “Is that’s whats gettin’ me brick right now or is it that hot little piece of ass?” Logan cut a line of Tina and snorted it with a dollar bill. The immediate sting behind his eye took his focus for a few seconds. Tiago and Dreddy stared at him, mouths open. “Why?... but that fuckin’ hurts” they both stammered. Logan shook his head out and shrugged, “it ain’t no thing.” Then he gestured towards the bathroom, “it’s that piece of ass. It’s fuckin’ beautiful.” His friends looked at him again, surprised. They exchanged a look of confusion and both silently agreed to not ask any questions. The three of them took their cocks out and started jerking off. They were silent as they watched the porn. Then Logan said, “We’re gonna breed that pussy, you know….” The boys grunted in agreement. Exactly fifteen minutes later, the timer on Felix’s phone chimed. He was out of the shower, his skin still damp and flushed. Knowing they would demand he take them off or simply rip them away, Felix slipped on a pair of small, tight blue shorts that left nothing to the imagination before walking back into the main room. A nice, warm swirl was peaking in all of them from the G. The world got softer, the air felt warmer, and the only thing that seemed to matter was Felix and the three pairs of eyes devouring him. Dreddy had put on some music, something with a deep, hypnotic bass that vibrated through the floor. Combined with the liquid, hot feeling the G gave him, Felix was unaware that he was slowly grooving to the beat. His eyes were half-closed, lost in the music and the intoxicating feeling of being watched. Logan had his hands in his boxers, stroking his cock, the head of which you could partially see through the slit. He had to remind himself that this was actually happening. The beautiful little faggot from high school, the one he’d fantasized about for years, could do all this. All this for him. Then, an idea sparked in his mind. “Dance for us.” Felix’s movements became more exaggerated, his eyes still closed, simply obeying Logan’s command. He ran his hands up his own thighs, over the curve of his ass, up his stomach, and through to his neck. His skin was on fire. He could see them in his mind’s eye, a wall of masculine energy on the couch: Logan in the middle, Tiago to his right, Dreddy to his left. They were all leaning forward, their eyes dark and hungry. "Damn, Felix," Logan's voice was a low rumble. "Look at you." Felix loved touching himself, his hands roaming his own body, pinching his nipples until they pebbled, stroking his own hard dick through the thin fabric of the shorts. A slow, dirty smile spread across Felix’s face. He turned his back to them and bent over, his hands on his knees, snaking his lower back through one delicious arch after another. He ran his thumbs around the waistband of his shorts, pulling them out in a tantalizing invitation but not pulling them down. "Take 'em off," Tiago demanded, his voice thick with lust. He was rubbing himself slow and rough. Felix just shook his head, a teasing grin on his face. He danced closer, right in front of the couch, his hips rolling in a figure-eight that was pure sin. He could smell them—their distinct colognes, the faint, sharp scent of their sweat, each one different and intoxicating, getting him impossibly hard. Dreddy leaned forward, his hand shooting out like a viper to grab Felix’s wrist. He pulled him closer, throwing him off-balance so he fell against his legs. "He said take 'em the fuck off," he growled, but a wicked grin was plastered on his face. Felix laughed, a breathy, high-pitched sound. He let Dreddy pull him down, straddling his lap. The G had him floating, and the hard muscle of Dreddy’s thighs under him felt like a perfect anchor. He ground his ass down, feeling Dreddy's already-hard cock pressing insistently against him. "You want this?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of Dreddy's ear. "Fuck yeah," Dreddy breathed, his hands gripping Felix’s ass hard enough to leave bruises. Felix started to push his shorts down, but then he felt hands, strong and impatient, ripping them from his body. The fabric tore with a satisfying sound, followed by two hard smacks on his ass that made him yell out as a thick bead of precum oozed from the tip of his dick. “The little bitch likes it!” Dreddy grunted. “Creaming all over me right now.” Then, as if Felix weighed nothing, he sat up, grabbed Felix, and pushed him to the ground. Felix eagerly was on his knees, immediately leaning forward to lick the trail of his own precum off Dreddy’s chiseled abs. Then Dreddy bent down, his face close to Felix’s, and kissed him, hard and possessive. “Now suck our dicks, faggot.” The guys stood up, forming a circle around him as Felix’s hands immediately found their cocks. He started stroking them, slow and firm, feeling their weight and heat in his palms. Logan’s was thick and proud, Tiago’s long and uncut, and Dreddy’s was a fucking monster that made Felix’s hole clench in memory and anticipation. He started to suck each dick, making sure to take the time to worship each one. His hand or his mouth was on a cock at all times. Soon, their cocks glistened with a thick layer of his spit, and Felix slid into a ferocious hunger that had all three guys moaning in unison. “Look at me and open your mouth, faggot,” Logan ordered. Felix tilted his head back, his mouth falling open. Logan spit down, a direct hit into Felix’s waiting mouth, which immediately swallowed his cock, taking it deep into his throat. “Nasty little bitch,” Tiago breathed, his own spit landing on Felix’s cheek. Felix didn’t wipe it away. Instead, he used the head of Tiago’s dick to drag the slick trail to his hungry lips. "You gonna dance on these dicks now?" Logan asked, just as his head rolled back, moans escaping his lips. Felix looked up at the three guys, mouth open. They each started smacking their dicks on his offered up tongue. "I'm gonna dance on all of them." "Get over here," Logan commanded, pointing at the space between him and Tiago on the couch. Felix crawled slowly, his head felt light, almost like a weightless feeling. Then suddenly their bodies closed in, he was excited by the heat that was radiating off them both. Logan’s hands were on him first, rough and possessive, pulling his face up to his. He looked at him with black piercing eyes and spit. It was a claim to Felix. Logan’s cock, thick and heavy, pressed against Felix’s thigh, and for some reason he thought of victory, like every high school fantasy he’d ever had and was now claiming for real this time. Then Tiago was on his other side, he kissed him in a playful way, but his hands were just as demanding. He nipped at Felix’s neck, his long, uncut cock sliding against Felix’s thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum. Tiago inhaled Felix’s skin and then kissed it, inhaled and kissed, a ritual he performed over and over. He was mumbling something but they were all at that part of the high where sound was changed. Felix found their cocks with his hands, stroking both of them in time. Moans escaped his lips. “Listen to this little bitch moan.” Logan licked his spit off of Felix’s face and put it on his tongue. Not quite kissing him though, and that drove Felix wild. “Squeeze that cock harder. Jerk them faster.” Tiago forced a hit of the bong on Felix and the boys all took one too. After Dreddy put the bong down, he moved with a quiet intensity, kneeling behind the couch. Felix felt his presence before he saw him, a shadow that blotted out the colored lights. Then Dreddy’s hands were on his shoulders, pulling him back and up until he was kneeling on the cushions, his ass presented to the room. "Time to dance for real." Dreddy’s voice was a deep rumble that vibrated right through Felix’s spine. Felix felt the blunt, wet head of Dreddy’s cock press against his hole. The pressure was immense, a slow, burning stretch that made Felix’s eyes roll back in his head. As Dreddy pushed in, inch by devastating inch, Felix whined but kept his breath steady. He felt his hole forcing itself to open wider and he let out a deep, guttural moan he didn’t recognize as his own. The guys reacted in pleasure. "Fuck yeah," Dreddy grunted, finally burying himself to the hilt. He held there for a moment, letting Felix adjust, his hands gripping Felix’s hips so hard they felt like they might fuse together. Then he started to move. “Damn! You’re so deep…. Fuck!” Felix said, breathlessly. Each thrust was a seismic event. Felix was pushed forward, his face crashing into Tiago’s lap. Tiago chuckled, grabbing his hair and guiding his mouth onto his cock. "That's it, take it while he fucks you." Felix opened up, his throat relaxing as Tiago slid in, the two cocks filling him from both ends, creating a dizzying, overwhelming pressure that was pure ecstasy. Felix let his saliva drip part ways down the uncut cock in his mouth and then shoved his throat onto it, faster and faster. Logan watched, his eyes dark and hooded, stroking himself. He reached out, twisting Felix’s nipples, pinching them just on the side of pain. "You look so fucking good like this," he growled. "Stuffed full of dick." Felix was lost in a haze of sensation. The second dose of G they did was making everything feel like it was happening in slow motion and fast-forward at the same time. He could feel every vein on Dreddy’s cock as it dragged against his walls, every pulse of Tiago’s dick on his tongue. The room was a symphony of grunts, the wet slap of skin, and the hypnotic bassline. Dreddy pulled out suddenly, leaving Felix feeling empty and gaping. "My turn," Logan said, his voice tight with need. He flipped Felix over onto his back, pulling him to the edge of the couch. He stopped and stared into Felix’s eyes. “Please… please fuck me Logan,” Felix begged. Logan entered him in one smooth, powerful thrust that stole the air from Felix’s lungs. It wasn't the brute-force entry of Dreddy; this was a calculated invasion. Logan’s cock was a perfect, thick instrument of precision, and he knew exactly how to use it. There was an anger in his movements, a sharp, vengeful rhythm that was worlds away from Dreddy’s raw power. He was a jackhammer, a relentless force determined to fuck the memory of high school right out of both of them. With every calculated stroke, the blunt head of his dick slammed directly into that spot deep inside Felix, the one that made his vision blur and his toes curl. It wasn't just fucking; it was a punishment and a reward all at once. Felix wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist, his heels digging into the hard muscle of Logan’s ass, pulling him in, demanding more. He met his gaze, and in Logan’s dark, hooded eyes, he saw it all: years of pent-up desire, of locker-room fantasies, of watching him from afar and wanting to own him. It was the most intoxicating thing he had ever felt. “This little faggot hole was right there,” Logan growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble against Felix’s ear. His hips never stopped their brutal pace. “All those years… all those times… the hallway… that tight little ass in those jeans… I wanted to do this. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you stupid. You stupid little faggot.” He punctuated his words with a particularly vicious thrust that made Felix cry out. “Did you think about me, faggot? Did you ever lay in your bed at night and touch yourself thinking about my cock? Or were you too busy being a stuck-up little tease?” Logan’s hand shot out, wrapping around Felix’s throat. He didn’t squeeze, not hard enough to cut off air, but the threat was there, a possessive brand. “Look at you now,” he snarled, his eyes burning as he stared down into Felix’s face. “Look at you taking my dick.” His voice soft, Felix said, “I always get what I want.” Then his voice caught in his throat against the hard thrusts Logan began doing. Logan leaned down, his lips brushing against Felix’s. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never forget it. I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. Every time you try to fuck someone else, you’re gonna be thinking about this. You’re gonna be thinking about me and my boys owning this hole.” Felix could only moan, his body a vessel for Logan’s rage and lust. The G was amplifying everything, turning the sharp, deep strokes into waves of overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain. He felt used, degraded, and utterly worshipped. Tell me you’re mine,” Logan demanded, his grip on Felix’s throat tightening just enough to make his pulse pound. “Say it. Say this pussy is mine.” “Yours,” Felix gasped, his voice broken. “It’s yours.” Logan’s lips curled into a cruel, triumphant smile. “Damn right it is.” He slammed into Felix, a punishing thrust that seemed to hit the very center of his being, and held himself there, his cock throbbing. Felix could feel Logan go still, and so he went still. Holding their breath, it was quick, but Felix knew Logan had almost shot his load. Logan was still buried deep inside him, a thick, possessive weight, when Tiago appeared beside him. He didn’t say a word at first, just knelt, his long, uncut cock already hard and glistening. He reached out, his fingers tracing the line of Felix’s jaw, tilting his head to the side. That’s when Tiago moved to kneel by Felix’s head, feeding his cock back into his mouth. Felix reached up, grabbing his ass, pulling him down, wanting to choke on him, wanting to be used. Tiago’s rhythm was faster now, his hips snapping, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I got my first load for this little spun slut. Get him all nice and high," he warned, his voice strained. Felix just moaned around his length, urging him on. The Tina was making him feel numb and open, allowing Tiago to fuck his face with a new, desperate intensity. Tiago cried out, his body going rigid as he came, flooding Felix’s mouth, hot and salty. Felix swallowed it all, his throat working, his eyes locked on Tiago’s face as it contorted in pleasure. Dreddy, who had been stroking himself the whole time, his eyes burning, stepped forward. He was still impossibly hard. He pulled Felix up from the couch, his strength effortless. "You're not done," he stated. He carried Felix to the bed, the purple and pink lights washing over them. He laid Felix down and crawled on top of him, his massive body covering Felix’s completely. He nudged Logan’s leg. “Move over, man. Let’s really open him up.” Logan, intrigued, shifted to the side, keeping one hand possessively on Felix’s ass. Tiago positioned himself between Felix’s legs, which were still draped over Logan’s lap. He leaned down, not to kiss Felix, but to inspect his handiwork. Felix’s hole was a mess—red, swollen, and leaking a steady stream of precum. “Fuck, look at that pussy,” Tiago breathed, his voice thick with awe. “All used up and begging for more.” He spat, a thick wad of saliva landing directly on Felix’s gaping hole. He didn’t use his fingers. Instead, he leaned in and pressed his face against Felix’s ass, his tongue delving deep, lapping at the cum-slick entrance. He ate Felix out, all filthy, sucking and tongue-fucking him, cleaning out cream and mixing it with his own spit.Dreddy and Logan went in for some tastes too. Felix whimpered, his body arching off the bed. The overstimulation was agonizing, but it was also sparking a new fire deep in his gut. He could feel each of their tongues probing him, feel him sucking the cum right out of his ass, and it was the dirtiest, most intimate thing he had ever experienced. Tiago came up for air, his chin shiny with spit and cum. He looked at Logan, a wicked grin on his face. “He’s clean. For now.” He reached for the little pouch again, pulling out a small, crystalline rock. Instead of a shard, he crushed it between his fingers over a small mirror, creating a fine, glittering powder. He looked at Logan, then at Dreddy, who had moved closer to watch. “Let’s get this little faggot spun for real,” Tiago announced. He dipped the head of his hard cock into the powder, coating it in a layer of the crystalline dust. He positioned himself at Felix’s entrance, the Tina-coated head pressing against the swollen, sensitive flesh. With a slow, deliberate push, he sank inside. Felix cried out, a sharp, high-pitched sound. It wasn’t a rush; it was a slow, searing burn as the Tina dissolved against his raw inner walls. The fire spread through him, an intense, prickling heat that made his vision sharpen and his nerve endings scream. Every ridge and vein of Tiago’s cock felt like it was carving new pathways of pleasure inside him. “Fuck yeah, you feel that, papi?” Tiago groaned, starting a slow, grinding rhythm, making sure to fuck the chemicals deep into Felix’s system. “That’s the good shit right in your guts.” He pulled out, his cock now slick with spit and the dissolved drug. Dreddy was immediately there, taking his place. He’d already coated his own monstrous cock with more of the crushed Tina. He pushed in, and Felix felt another wave of the searing heat, a fresh layer of chemical fire being layered on top of the first. Dreddy’s size made the sensation overwhelming, a brutal stretch combined with the agonizing pleasure of the drug. “Gonna turn this pussy out,” Dreddy grunted, his strokes long and deep, ensuring every inch of him was coated in the powder and forced into Felix’s hole. Logan watched, his own cock hardening again. He wanted in on this. As Dreddy pulled back, Logan took his turn. He dipped his thick head into the powder, not caring that it was mixed with spit and precum on the mirror. He knelt and drove himself into Felix with one powerful thrust. The burn was immediate and intense, a familiar sting behind his eyes as some of the dust kicked up, but he ignored it, focusing on the way Felix’s body convulsed beneath him. “Look at me,” Logan commanded, his voice a low growl. He started to fuck Felix with a hard, punishing rhythm. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, faggot?” Felix could only moan, a constant, broken sound. He was lost in a chem-fueled haze and his world had narrowed to the feeling of cocks entering him, each one bringing a new wave of fire, a new level of intensity. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his skin slick with sweat, his mind completely wiped blank by the relentless assault. They passed him back and forth like a toy, each taking their turn to coat their dicks in the powder and fuck it into him. Felix’s whimpers turned into guttural sobs of overwhelming ecstasy, his body trembling uncontrollably as they continued to use him, one after the other, again and again. Felix couldn’t remember how but now he was standing at the edge of the bed. Dreddy kissed Felix, a deep, consuming kiss that stole the air from Felix’s lungs. He entered him again, and this time, Felix was ready for him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Dreddy, holding on as the man began to fuck him with a slow, grinding rhythm that was somehow more intense than the pounding from before. Dreddy was fucking the high, the fear, the everything out of him, replacing it with pure sensation. Tiago came up behind him and Logan on the side. They thought the fact Felix was small enough to be picked up and fucked could have been enough, but the fact that he had no choice but to be fucked did it. “Take that big black dick, bitch,” Dreddy taunted. “Yes. Yes I want it,” Felix yelled. Dreddy and Logan exchanged a glance that then involved Tiago, who said, “Awe yes, papi’s. It’s time to split this bitch open.” Dreddy’s cock pushed deep inside Felix and held there, a hot, thick anchor. Felix’s eyes rolled back, a low, guttural “Fuck!” vibrating in his chest. He was so full, stretched to his absolute limit, and the G was turning the pressure into a dizzying, kaleidoscopic pleasure. Logan’s hand shot out, his fingers digging into Felix’s chin, forcing his head up and his eyes open. “Hey, listen. Don’t you dare take your eyes off me, got it?” His voice was a low, dangerous growl, cutting through the haze. “Mhm,” Felix whimpered, his vision swimming as he tried to focus on Logan’s face. “I don’t care if you hear something, feel something, you do not take your eyes off me,” Logan commanded, punctuating his order with a sharp, stinging slap across Felix’s cheek. The impact was a spark of electricity that jolted straight to his dick. Felix moaned, a mix of pain and bliss. “Yes…” Logan slapped him again, harder this time, leaving a warm print on his skin. “Yes, sir.” “Yes, sir,” Felix corrected, his voice trembling. “That’s a good faggot,” Logan purred, his face so close their noses almost touched. “My little faggot.” “Yes,” Felix whispered like it was a prayer. Little waves of pleasure pushed through his body as Dreddy’s cock slowly, torturously, slid out until just the head remained inside. His eyes rolled back again, lost in the sensation as he plucked it free from his hole’s grip. “Aye! What did I fuckin’ say?” Logan’s voice boomed, snapping Felix back to attention with the force of a physical blow. He locked eyes with Logan just as he felt it. A sharp, burn as Tiago’s cock, slick with Tina, pressed against his already-stretched rim. “Ah! Oh, fuck!” Felix cried out. He knew that searing, booty-bump burn, the way it announced a new level of dark. His hole, already forced open by Dreddy, now had to accommodate another. Tiago pushed, and the burn gave way to an impossible, agonizing stretch. Felix felt his dick pulse, and a thick shot of precum erupted from his slit. “I know. I know,” Logan soothed, his thumb stroking Felix’s cheek. “But I need you to get higher, because only my spun sluts get two dicks inside of them.” Felix’s eyes widened as, only after a couple of thrusts, Tiago sprinkled more Tina on his cock and started fucking Felix’s stretched-out hole. All he could do was moan and focus on keeping his body open. He managed to nod, yes. Logan traded places with Dreddy, and now Felix was suspended, helpless, a flesh-and-blood swing between Tiago and Logan. They held him up, his feet barely touching the floor, their bodies a wall of muscle on either side of him. “This pussy is so warm, bro,” Tiago growled from behind, his voice strained with effort. “Wet and warm and creaming ‘cause of the rock.” He drove his hips forward, his cock sliding alongside Logan’s, and Felix could feel the gritty texture of the Tina dissolving inside him, sending shockwaves of chem-fueled pleasure through his system. Dreddy knelt in front of them, his eyes wide and feral. He spat directly onto Felix’s stretched-out hole, the warm glob landing right where Tiago and Logan were joined. “Fuck, that is hot as fuck,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He spat again, then leaned in and, without hesitation, dragged his tongue over the taut, pink skin. “Best pussy y’all, damn!” he moaned, his mouth watering. “It tastes so fucking good!” He started licking and sucking at the rim, his tongue lapping at the base of their cocks as they pistoned in and out. Felix couldn’t process it. The feeling of two thick cocks splitting him open, the wet heat of Dreddy’s mouth, the sounds—their grunts, the wet slurping, the filthy praise—it was all too much. He was so turned on, so high, he was feeling the weight of a satisfaction he didn’t know was possible. He was just a hole, a toy, and it was bliss. Logan watched him, a cruel smirk on his lips as he saw Felix’s eyes glaze over. “I know…” he murmured, his voice a low taunt. Then, louder, “Open that hole up, faggot. Let him in there.” oh, that feels so fucking amazing!” Felix surrendered completely, his body going limp as they used him. Logan and Tiago found a rhythm, a brutal, alternating pace. One would pull out as the other slammed in, a relentless seesaw of flesh that left him breathless. All the while, Dreddy stayed below, his mouth and hands working, keeping the entire scene slick, wet, and filthy. There were several minutes where all of their moans hit a guttural, animal harmonized ache. At some point, they all took several hits from the bong, the smoke adding to the heady atmosphere. Felix’s eyes were half-open from the high, but he looked at each of them and smiled to himself. “Harder… deeper… I want it.” Dreddy stood up, stroking his massive, slick cock with a furious pace. “Imma nut on this hole,” he grunted, his eyes locked on the sight of Felix being split open. Felix’s breath quickened, the words a trigger. “Yes!” “Fuck this bitch with my cum…” Dreddy roared, and then he was erupting. A thick, hot jet of cum splashed across Felix’s lower back, coating his skin and the base of the two cocks still impaling him. The sheer heat of it was a brand. That was all it took for Logan. The warm, gushy feeling of Dreddy’s cum slicking his own thrusts pushed him over the edge. He gripped Felix’s hips like a vise, his knuckles white, and slammed his cock in as deep as it would go, holding it there. “Fuck, I’m cumming… you little fucking faggot…” he snarled, his voice a raw, broken thing. His whole body shuddered, and Felix felt the thick, powerful pulses of Logan’s release deep inside his gut, a liquid heat that seemed to spread through his entire bloodstream. His head felt light and dizzy, the most intense orgasm of his life radiating out from his core. Tiago was right behind him. He threw his head back, a long, deep, shuddering groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself. “Ah, papi… take it… take it all…” he babbled, his hips jerking erratically. Felix could feel the heat of all three of them, a combined warmth flooding him, marking him from the inside out. It was too much. The overwhelming fullness, the heat, the possession, the chemical fire still burning in his veins. Felix’s own orgasm hit him like a lightning strike. It ripped through him without a single touch to his own dick. His back arched violently, a silent scream tearing from his lungs as his whole body convulsed. Wave after wave of explosive pleasure crashed over him, leaving him a shaking, breathless, boneless mess. Tiago’s cock slipped out of him, and he stumbled backward, collapsing onto the couch in a daze. Dreddy was on the floor, panting, sweat running in rivers down every chiseled muscle of his body. Logan, still buried deep, finally collapsed backward onto the bed, pulling Felix with him. Felix landed on top of him, their skin a sweaty, sticky, cum-slicked heap. The bassline still thrummed, the lights still pulsed, but the frantic energy had been replaced by a heavy, sated stillness. Felix lay there, his body humming, his mind blissfully, wonderfully blank. He mindlessly pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to Logan’s chest, tasting the salt of his sweat, a silent thank you for the complete and total destruction he had just experienced. Logan laughed, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. He felt the wet lips worshiping him. He ran his fingers through Felix’s damp hair. He lowered his voice, a command that was now impossibly gentle. “Look at me.” Felix stopped, slowly lifting his head. He looked up at Logan, his eyes wide and glassy, holding an innocence that was both shocking and deeply satisfying. “Open your mouth.” Felix did, his lips parting obediently. Logan spit into Felix’s eager mouth and kissed him. FIN

I love and appreciate the depth and breadth of passion on display here men. Has anyone found any new or unusual products that make for easy-freezing cum cube container(s)? What have you found is the best material to use? I need to ramp up production!! LOL

Sinderella is not good for this type of gathering. It's nothing but booths. Sugarbush is much better as it has a big open room with couches.

I Love a faggot that forces a top to poz him

LOVE hearing he fully converted to toxic!

Elon Musk suspended my account. No idea why. I wasn't doing anything inappropriate or illegal. I suddenly got a message saying that my account had been flagged for "inauthenticity" (an incredibly broad category of misc. behaviors), and that no appeal would be accepted. I can't even get a human being to review the situation. Anytime I try to flag it for review I get an automated message saying that my account was shut down, would not be restored, and no appeals were possible.

Fuck yeah, poz that ex!

I got a gapekeeper 75 recently. I love being stuffed when I go to my local abs for some cocksucking fun.

The cold metal chastity cage was a permanent fixture on Kurt's body, a brutal reminder that what he had wasn't a cock, but a clit. The tiny, useless nub strained against the unyielding steel, a dull, constant ache that only made his hunger more acute. He saw a booth door swing open and scrambled inside, his bare knees hitting the sticky floor. He didn't have to wait. A thick, uncut cock shoved through the hole, already hard and dripping. Kurt groaned, a guttural sound of pure faggot need. He worshiped it with his mouth, his tongue a slave to the stranger's flesh. He took it all, his throat a wet hole for the man to use, choking himself on the rigid shaft. The rough face-fucking was everything he craved, his own locked clit dribbling pathetic strings of pre-cum onto the floor. The man grunted and flooded Kurt's throat with cum, a thick, salty load that the chastity pig swallowed like it was his last meal. The cock withdrew, leaving Kurt panting, his face a mess of spit and seed. But the shadow remained. A moment later, two pale, hairy ass cheeks were shoved hard against the hole, spread wide to reveal a puckered, lubed-up asshole. This was what he truly lived for. Kurt dove in, his tongue a desperate spear. He was a fag, an ass-eating slut, and this was his sacrament. He buried his face in the man's crack, lapping and sucking at the tight hole, tasting lube and sweat and pure, unfiltered masculinity. He spat on it, working the saliva in with his tongue, trying to fuck the man's ass with his face. The stranger ground back, using Kurt's mouth for his own pleasure, completely indifferent to the pig on the other side of the wall serving him. Kurt's caged clit throbbed with a pain that was exquisite, a perfect agony for a worthless chastity faggot.

I am currently in Gran Canaria. I was daydrinking since I arrived. I fisted a beauty of Denmark. Both high on poppers I put my fist and cock in. Suddenly a beautiful bud-rose appeared. I could not resist to deep kiss it. That was so hot and he came handsfree. I sat down enjoyed myself and my cock and covered my full rubber with a ton of cum.

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