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At home, where I have a rim seat. I entertain guys who then leave me with a little "souvenir" of their visit...there's no place like home for getting bred!

Double room to rent seperate shower - close to three stations into London Waterloo - bout 35-40mins in and out of town. 5 Mins from local stations. Short and Long-term Rentals Weekend get away - very discreet for couples, singles. Naked house - porn - chill or relax in room or in main room downstairs - not overlooked. All ameneties - including own bathroom upstairs, utility room and off road parking. Not far from Junct 4 on M3 and 30 Mins to Heathrow and 45 Mins to Gatwick. Crusing grounds - Watchmoor, Hoggs Back, Wisley Message for details

I've cheated on every relationship I ever had. It's an addiction. I love how I feel doing it, I love the rush, the risk, and hell I've gotten hard when I've been found out. I've never claimed to be some highly moral person. In fact I've always considered myself a manifestation of chaos, but still there's practically no situation I can think of that I won't take the opportunity to love every second of being truly unfaithful.

i love the idea of being tied, gagged and hooded cumdump

Fuck that sounds hot. Would love to be a Mare at one of these markets. Any in the USA?

Gawd this is fucking perfection. This is what all twinks should be doing. Letting daddies breed them like the object that they are

Loving this story, and reading all about Jake's innocent descent into pozdom 😈

From Knightbreeders “verbal power bottom…”. I can only dream of getting bred by such an amazing cock! 🐷

Heres one

It is really sad. I wonder if the pressure of being a gay celebrity got to Austin. Was he going through some stress like financial difficulties, lack of work, relationship problem etc.? If the minor was not coerced but a willing participant in this sinful act, I definitely think the courts should take account of it and not try to make a moral statement. Who contacted who? Did Austin Wolf meet this guy on an app. Did the guy contact Wolf? How many other adult men has this 15 yr old angel contacted; Is he really an innocent victim who was physically coerced into sexual activity by a larger grown up man like Austin, or is there more to the story? Is this young man really a Vestial Virgin that the court seems to assume he is. The court should try to investigate the Truth. Some younger individuals are very curious about sex. Hell, there are teens who are getting high on drugs by the time they are 15 or 14 yrs old. Is the court going to start sending them to jail? If this 15 yr old is not an innocent angel, I think maybe 6 months or even a year at best should be an appropriate sentencing, and Austin's time in jail should be taken into account. Casual sex is a complicated subject. Sometimes there are fault lines and sometimes bad connections. It is sad this turned out to be a really bad line that could kill you.

Thank you. I will look for that toy

Love this story line because it mirrors reality. Those outside of the poz/chasers scene are oblivious to the terms and norms of the sub-culture even those gay men in the wider LGBTQ community. Jake is not a dumb twink, so I am curious when he adds things up in his mind and realizes it's a pozzing vacation for him and the other bottoms. We already know that Jake wants to get fucked by "daddies." The primary question for the author to answer is how, when, and by whom does Jake get pozzed. Is it Jason or another daddy, or will Jake be a contender for the top 10 bottoms list? Looking forward to see where and how the author takes us readers as he tells Jake's story.

CHAPTER 8 — The New Dawn The room was silent again. The doors were closed. The pounding, the grunting, the wet slapping, all gone. Only the hum of ventilation remained, indifferent to what had happened. Helena lay on the bench for what felt like hours. Her body was empty of strength, but overfilled with everything they had left inside her. Warm, thick streams of semen and blood continued to leak slowly from her ruined hole, dripping heavily onto the floor beneath her. The raw ache between her legs pulsed with every shallow breath. She barely noticed when the attendants returned. They moved her gently, wordlessly. They lifted her limp body, wrapped her in clean cloth, and carried her down the corridor toward the exit chamber. She sat slumped now, alone, her legs still trembling. Near the exit door, mounted on the wall, was a small whiteboard. At first, her vision blurred over the writing, but as her gaze steadied, the words began to sharpen. Rows of crude handwriting. Initials. Symbols. Infections. Quiet confessions written only for each other. HIV+ (untreated) Hepatitis B Hepatitis C HSV-2 HPV high-risk strain Syphilis Gonorrhea Chlamydia Herpes HSV-1 Genital Warts ... Her stomach twisted as her eyes ran down the list. They had known. They all had known. And now, so did she. A sudden cramp rolled through her lower belly, sharp and deep. The weight of their seed shifted inside her as more fluid spilled out between her legs, staining the floor again. The warmth that had once felt arousing now felt heavy, suffocating. Her body wasn’t hers anymore. Her blood wasn’t hers. Her cells were rewriting themselves even now. She had chosen this. She had locked herself in. She had whispered yes. The exit door clicked open softly. A long hallway waited beyond. Clean. White. Indifferent. She forced herself to stand. Her legs buckled briefly, but she steadied herself. One foot in front of the other. She stepped forward into the hallway, leaking, shaking, her body still losing what it could, and keeping what it couldn’t. It was over now. The submission, the surrender, the ruin, all sealed behind her. There would be no return. No confessions. No redemption. Only time. And whatever her body would become in the months to come. Later that night, at home, the silence felt heavier than the club ever had. She sat at her kitchen table, the laptop glowing in front of her, browser filled with medical articles. One after another. She had typed the words herself: "Eye infection from chlamydia and herpes." She read about ocular chlamydia, blindness, ulcerations, chronic inflammation. She also read about ocular herpes, corneal scarring, and the potential for vision loss. She read about syphilitic eye damage and hepatitis, learning about the different types, hepatitis A, B, and C, and their potential to cause chronic liver disease, cirrhosis, and even liver cancer. She read about viral load and the lifelong impact of these infections. The more she read, the colder her hands felt. Her eye was already irritated. She rushed to the bathroom and flushed it repeatedly with water, her breath quick and shallow. Back at the table, she kept scrolling. She searched every name she saw on the whiteboard. Every disease. Every possible symptom. Every prognosis. She read about lifelong infections. About treatments she might need for years. About things that would never fully go away. She was fully aware now, brutally aware, of what had likely entered her bloodstream, her cervix, her womb, her eyes. And still, when she finally crawled into bed, exhausted, trembling, her hand found its way between her legs. She closed her eyes. Her breathing deepened. And slowly, deliberately, she masturbated. She knew exactly what she had done. She had ruined her old life. And now, she would enter a new one.

i do the bicep thing or hang it from my collar (if worn)

Wow! I hope you are ok.

Voting is actually already closed… as stated before, there will be three stories this round (a,b,and c). Unfortunately I was in a car accident this morning and will be delayed on writing and posting until Monday.

Or the volume I used to shoot far and alot but alas those days are long gone.

Hosting a pump n dump in my room at that hotel near TCR. No drugs or PNP.

such a shame this was never updated. I love reading this type of pozzing-i would love to be pozzed in this way.

My cock is not hung but a bit thick. When I fuck I tend to pound, especially when I’m close to cumming (deep inside never pull out!) I shove in deeper. I hit the prostate and several fuck buds have had anal orgasms. Feels amazing when his ass clenches and squeezes my cock. makes me shoot my load. Love it!

Damn I need to check into this hotel!

drank a gallon of my hot piss

That was amazing!