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Part Two They kept him drugged for days. In and out of consciousness for over 72 hours…whatever they were giving him made him happy, blissfully so and with how things had been lately…he embraced it. It took three days for the world to come back into focus…to stop being a blur of colors and sound and coalesce back into a room…a dingy room with a broken bed. His first thoughts were where…and then how…he sat up and the world twisted beneath him and he fell back onto the mattress moaning…not he was left with why. He laid there in the dirty bed for god knows how long, waiting for his stomach to settle and his headache to pass…but they never did. He sat up slower this time, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for the room to stop spinning. The door opened and Harry walked in with bottled water, “Hey! My star is awake!” he handed Peter the bottle who opened it and downed it instantly. “Star?” Peter croaked. The man held up a tablet and pushed play. Peter watched in horror as he was fucked by some stranger…his head falling back as he moaned…his cock throbbing hard as precum leaked down the shaft… He looked away, pretty sure he was going to throw up now, “Turn it off.” Harry clicked pause, “But why? Dude you’re a fucking star! We’ve never had traffic like this…you’re a natural!” “I’m not gay…” Peter spat as his head pounded. “A lot of porn stars aren’t kid…trust me.” “I’m not a porn star!” Peter raged, turning to look at the man. Harry smiled, “Well you are now.” Peter groaned as he tried to stand and fell immediately back onto the bed. “What’s wrong kid, headache, dizzy? Cotton mouth? Maybe a little queasy?” Peter looked at him in shock, “What did you do?” He laughed, “I made you happy!” he exclaimed loudly, “And I can make you happy again.” He held up a small bag of white powder and Peter felt his heart sink. “You’ve been flying for three days now kid…that’s three days of withdrawals that you are going to get hit with and let me tell you, I don’t know what it is with you but this shit seems to fuck you up pretty bad!” Peter said nothing but he knew what it was, since the spider bite everything had been turned up to 11 with his senses. His nervous system had been rewired in ways that no one could fully explain…it would seem to reason that the effectiveness of the drugs was enhanced then the withdrawal pains would be too. As if on cue his stomach cramped and he winced. “Your choice kid, you can sit there and suffer or…” Harry knelt down so he could make eye contact, “You can get your first paycheck in this and feel so much better.” Peter closed his eyes, trying to ride out the pain but this was so much worse than any pain he had felt. It wasn’t physical, it wasn’t a punch or a blow…it was inside of him, clawing at him, digging in deep…he let out another moan and Harry chuckled. “Ok tough guy, have it your way,” and he stood up. “Wait,” Peter called out before he could change his mind, “Please make it stop.” Harry put the bag away and pulled a syringe out of his pocket, “One dose of happy coming up.” The needle was a small prick and Peter fell the warm flow as it moved up his arm, he closed his eyes and he waited for it to hit his heart… And boom, just like that the pain was gone. His whole body hummed as Peter fell back onto the bed arms stretched…relishing the warm happy that had returned. He laid there, his eyes closed in ecstasy when he felt a hand grasp his cock…he looked up slowly and saw Harry holding his dick, “You have a great cock kid,” and lowered his mouth onto it. Peter gasped as he felt the warm wetness of Harry's mouth envelop his cock, he was too high to protest or even think about what was happening. He just laid there and enjoyed the feeling of Harry's tongue swirling around his shaft. Harry took his time, licking and sucking every inch of the teen’s huge cock, watching his abs clench with each breath…Harry could not believe how hot this kid was. He moved lower to Peter’s huge balls and began to lick them as he stroked the spit-soaked cock with his hand. Peter moaned and bucked his hips, pushing his cock into Harry’s fist. Harry looked up at the teen, his eyes filled with lust, "You like that, huh? You like having your big cock played with?" Peter could only nod, his brain too fuzzy with the drugs to form words. Harry chuckled and went back to sucking on the peach sized balls as Peter slowly thrust up into his hand, fucking himself like a good little crack whore. Harry loved the way the kid's body responded to him, like he was made for this. he spread the boy’s legs as he went lower, licking his taint and gnawing on the delicate flesh. Peter squirmed and moaned, his cock throbbing as Harry's tongue teased him. Harry's fingers joined in, rubbing and pressing against Peter's hole, making him gasp and buck his hips. "Oh shit!," Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back as Harry's fingers slipped inside him, stretching him open. Harry chuckled, "You like that, huh? You like having your tight little asshole played with?" Harry's fingers curled inside him, hitting that sweet spot that made Peter see stars. He couldn't help but push back against them, wanting more. Harry chuckled, taking it as an invitation to add another finger, stretching Peter wider. The slight burn only served to heighten the pleasure coursing through Peter's body. “Oh god…you’re in me!” Peter moaned, his hips moving in time with Harry's hand. “Wait! No…oh shit right there!” Peter cried out; his eyes wide as Harry's fingers found that spot inside him that made his entire body shudder. Harry grinned, as he finger fucked the teen savagely. Watching the boy’s perfect body shake and writhe like a cat in heat. Harry couldn't help but grin, he loved breaking in new talent, especially ones as gorgeous as Peter. He added a fourth finger, stretching the teen's tight hole wider, making him cry out in pleasure-pain. "Fuck, yes! Right there, oh god!" Peter screamed, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his abs. Harry could feel the boy's prostate swelling under his touch, ready to explode. Harry pulled his fingers out and Peter looked up at him breathless…eyes wide in shock. The look of sheer hunger on his face was impressive. Harry stood up and took his clothes off, he wasn’t much to look at but what he lacked in physical stature he made up for in cock size. A huge, thick uncut cock swung beneath his legs, a monster of meat that was slowly waking up. Harry sat back in his chair, stroking his cock to life, “Come on kid…come over and sit on Santa’s lap.” Peter looked at him in silence, his mind screaming at him not to do this…but the feeling of emptiness in him… Harry just grinned, “Come ride me kid and I’ll give you a little bonus on top of what I just gave ya.” The thought of another shot made Peter’s body shake and he found himself slowly getting off the bed and moving towards Harry his cock slapping up against his abs as he walked. “My god kid,” Harry commented, “You are fucking flawless, come on up here and ride my cock.” Peter slowly climbed up ion his lap, straddling the man’s lap, “I-I’m not gay…” he said softly. Harry grabbed his cock and lined up with the boy’s ass, “I know, that’s why this is so hot.” He reached out and placed his hands on Peter’s shoulder…and began to push the boy down. Peter resisted at first, his eyes wide with fear and shock, but Harry was insistent, “Come on kid, you know you want it. Just relax and enjoy the ride.” Peter bit his lip, trying to hold back tears as he felt the fat head of Harry’s cock press against his virgin hole. He took a deep breath and tried to relax, but it was no use. Harry was too big, too forceful. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Harry grunted, pushing harder. Peter winced, feeling the burning stretch as Harry’s cock forced its way inside him. He gripped Harry’s shoulders tightly, his nails digging into the man’s skin as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. Harry grunted, his hands gripping Peter’s hips tightly as he began to move, pushing deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Harry growled, his voice heavy with lust. “Relax, kid. Let me in.” Peter took a deep breath, trying to will his body to relax, but it was no use. Every thrust sent a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure through him. Harry reached up and pinched the boy’s nipples, the pain shocking him. Peter gasped as his hole relaxed for a moment and he slid down Harry’s huge cock. “Oh god!” Peter cried as he felt the man’s cock stretch his hole wide. He felt his ass clenching around the huge member as Harry stayed still, letting the boy adjust to his size. Harry leaned up and licked the boy’s ears which caused Peter to moan as he relaxed again, sliding even further down, “Oh fuck…oh…you’re in me…shit you’re so fucking big!” Peter exclaimed as he kept sliding further and further down, taking the whole cock into him. Harry grinned, enjoying the view of the boy impaled on his cock. He grabbed Peter's hips and started to lift him up and down, fucking him slowly at first, letting him get used to the massive invasion. Peter was gasping each time the man pushed into him…as his fucking donkey dick slid up and down his ass it smashed his prostate hard…sending chills through Peter’s body. After a few times Peter grew frustrated with the occasional nudge and began moving his hips to meet the man’s thrusts, making sure it hit that spot perfectly. Once he had the angle down Peter began to slam down hard on the man’s cock, his hands gripping his shoulders to brace himself as he rode that cock. Harry stopped moving and just watched this boy fuck himself on his cock. He couldn't believe how hot it was to watch this perfect specimen of a teenager take his cock like a champ. Peter's abs were glistening with sweat, his face contorted in pleasure as he slammed down on Harry's cock, taking it balls deep with each thrust. "Fuck, kid, you're a natural," Harry grunted, his hands gripping Peter's hips tightly. "Ride that cock, take it all." Peter moaned, his eyes locked with Harry's as he bounced up and down, his ass cheeks clapping against Harry's thighs. Peter’s mind was on fire, there was a voice in his head screaming he was fucking himself but it was drowned out by this louder sound that just kept saying MORE MORE MORE! It took Peter a second to realize it was him, chanting it as he rode Harry’s cock harder. Harry smiled, “You want more kid?” he grabbed Peter’s slim waist and slammed the kid down as he thrust up with all his strength, Peter let out a scream as Harry’s cock bottomed out inside him, filling him completely. “Fuck, yes!” Harry roared, “Take that cock, you little slut!” Peter let out a scream as Harry’s cock bottomed out inside him, filling him completely. “Fuck, yes!” Harry roared, “Take that cock, you little slut!” Peter could only whimper, his body shaking as Harry began to pound into him, his huge cock stretching the boy’s tight hole to its limit. Peter’s hands scrambled for purchase on Harry’s chest as he tried to hold on. Harry just laughed, “You like that, huh? Thought you were straight kid? What happened to I’m not gay?” Peter didn’t answer, he just slammed his body down on Harry’s cock over and over, frantically chasing that pleasure each time his prostate was tagged. “Such a fucking whore,” Harry said standing up, Peter riding his cock as he walked over to the bed. Harry and Peter fell back onto the bed, Harry’s cock slamming into the teen as he hit the mattress, his head flew back as he moaned wantonly. Harry pulled the boy’s legs apart and fucked him proper now, slamming his massive cock into the boy’s tiny hole with all his strength, the bed creaked as Peter was railed like a proper crack whore. His toes curled as he felt himself get stretched wider than he could even imagine. Harry's cock was a monster, splitting him open, filling him completely. Peter could feel every thick vein, every ridge, every pulse of the man's heartbeat inside him. He moaned, his body trembling as Harry began to pick up speed, fucking him harder, deeper. “You like that kid? You like being fucked like an animal?” Harry asked, his hips slapping against the boy’s smooth ass as he fucked him. Peter’s mind was gone, his eyes were closed as his head trashed from side to side, he let out a loud, “Oh fuck me Mister Stark!” as he felt his cock throb against his abs. Harry took that as a yes and leaned on his hands gripping the boy’s waist so he could pull him into each thrust harder and harder. Peter's eyes flew open, his mouth forming a perfect O as he felt Harry's cock slam into him, hitting that spot deep inside him that made his vision go\ white. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Peter chanted, his body writhing as Harry pounded into him, his huge cock stretching him wide. Harry grinned, loving the sight of this perfect boy being used like a cheap whore. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Peter's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "You gonna cum for me, kid?" Harry grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Gonna fill your tight little ass\ with my load?" Peter could only moan in response, his body tensing as Harry's cock hit that spot inside him over and over again. He felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Harry's hand worked his cock expertly. "Cum for me, Peter," Harry growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show me what a good little whore you are." Those words sent Peter over the edge, he let out a loud, guttural roar as his cock pulsed, shooting stream after stream of hot cum onto his abs and chest. Peter's whole body shook as he shot what felt like gallons of cum over his toned body, his ass spasming around Harry's cock as he came. Harry grunted, feeling the boy's ass milking his own cock, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Peter and let out a roar as he came too, filling the teen's ass with his hot, sticky load. Peer moaned miserably as he felt himself get bred…but as quickly as the shame hit it faded as the man fell on top of the boy, both of them panting and sweaty. Peter began to drift off as Harry pulled his cock free…leaving the boy alone with his bliss. The next time Peter woke up he was cold…so fucking cold. It was dark and the room looked worse than it normally did. He got up shivering, wrapping the blanket around him as he walked out of the room, looking for anyone. The next room was the Hary’s office, it seemed like a lifetime ago he had walked in here hoping to make some quick cash. Harry was sitting at his desk and a guy in his mid-twenties was sitting across from him. When Peter walked out Harry smiled. “Peter! My boy how are you?” Peter just shook, “Cold.” Harry nodded, “Yeah, that’s just you coming down…you ready to earn some more?” Ther thought that he had done more than enough for another hit passed through Peter’s mind but he was afraid of angering the man so he just nodded silently. “Great, well this is Joel and he’s your next partner, Joel, this is our star.” The man stood up, he was tall, athletic, looked like a college jock to Peter, “Hey, I’ve heard great things,” he said, taking the blanket and pulling it off the boy, “Lemme see what I’m working with.” Peter stood there naked, his body covered in dried cum and sweat, his cock soft and hanging between his legs. Joel looked him up and down, smirking, “Damn, you really are a pretty thing, ain’t ya?” he said, circling the boy like a predator. Peter felt his stomach churn, this guy was different, there was something about him that made Peter uneasy. But he needed the fix, needed the high, so he stood there and let the man look him over. Joel was behind Peter and grabbed his ass, “Damn firm…I like that,” he said, parting the boy’s cheeks and slipping a finger into Peter’s hole. The teen gasped as Joel’s finger slipped into him, he pressed himself to Peter, his mouth at the boy’s ear, “You’re tight…I like that,” he said licked around his ear. Peter shuddered, trying to pull away but Joel held him firmly in place. “Where you going, pretty thing? We’re just getting started,” he said, adding another finger, stretching Peter wider. Peter bit his lip, trying to hold back a moan as Joel finger-fucked him slowly, "You're going to love what I do to you," he said, kissing the boy's neck lightly. Peter shivered now…he couldn’t be liking this…he can’t! Joel’s finger slipped out and he slapped the teen’s ass, “Yeah I’m in, when we start?” Harry smiled, “Let me get him prepped, you can change in there,” he said pointing to the room Peter came out of. Joel nodded and walked out and Harry motioned for Peter to come closer, “Come on kid, time for your medicine.” He pulled out a syringe and Peter felt his whole body respond…fuck he was in deep, “Can’t I just go?” Peter asked miserably. Harry paused, “Sure, of course you can kid,” he pulled out some 20’s and laid them on the desk, “Here you go, 200 bucks, of course that not going to buy much of what you need but you can try, or…” he placed the syringe next to the bills, “You can just feel happy again.” Peter looked at the money, then at the syringe, then back at the money. Fuck, he hated himself for this but he picked up the syringe, “I can't keep doing this,” he said, handing the needle to the man. Harry just nodded, "Sure kid, whenever you want to stop just say so, lemme see your arm." Peter held out his arm and Harry hit him…Peter had to stifle a moan as the drugs hit his system. He swayed there smiling, not sure of anything for a moment, “Damn kid, this shit hits you hard…you are a perfect junkie.” The words meant little to Peter as he was led back into the room, now Joel was on the bed, naked, stroking his cock as a man filmed him behind a video camera. Joel looked over at Peter and patted the space next to him, “Come on kid, come jerk off with me.” Peter stumbled over, his mind hazy from the drugs, and sat down next to Joel. The man's hand was already working his cock, long and thick, as he looked over at Peter with a hungry smile. "Come on kid, show me how you play with that big cock!" Peter's hand gripped his cock and began to get himself hard. Joel watched, his own hand working faster, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's it, stud, show me what you've got." Peter closed his eyes his cock grew to full mast, he took hold of it with both hands and began to stroke himself, seemingly forgetting about the stranger and camera in the room with him. Peter was in his own little world until he felt a hand move his aside, he looked over and saw Joel grabbing his cock, “Let me help you baby,” he said, taking over jerking Peter’s dick. Peter moaned, his eyes fluttering shut as Joel’s strong hand worked his cock, “Mmm, you like that, huh? You like having your big cock played with?” Joel whispered, leaning in close to the teen’s ear. Peter could only nod, his brain too fuzzy with the drugs to form words. Joel chuckled, “You are such a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just a little whore who loves getting his cock touched.” Peter’s hips bucked as Joel’s hand sped up, his grip tightening around the teen’s shaft. Joel’s other hand snaked around Peter’s waist, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against each other. Peter could feel Joel’s erection pressing into his hip, hot and hard. Joel leaned in, his breath hot on Peter’s ear, “You want this, don’t you? You want my cock inside you, fucking you hard?” Peter whimpered, his mind screaming no, he shook his head and Joel laughed as he took the teen's hand and moved it to his cock, "Come on you little stud, feel my cock...imagine that fucking you." Peter's hand wrapped around Joel's thick cock, feeling the veins pulsing beneath his fingertips. He stroked it slowly, his mind racing with images of it inside him. Joel groaned, his hips bucking slightly, "That's it, baby. You're a natural at this." Joel's hand left Peter's cock and trailed down to his balls, cupping them gently before moving further back to tease his hole. Peter gasped, his body tensing as Joel's finger pressed against his entrance. "Relax, you want this don’t you?," Joel murmured, his voice low and husky. Peter shook his head again as Joel’s finger moved up into him, slowly starting to fuck him. Peter shivered as he felt the man’s finger violate him in ways that would have been unimaginable days ago…but was now becoming familiar, “Spread your legs handsome, let me in,” Joel whispered. Peter’s legs moved apart naturally as a second finger was added. He was moaning now, his hips moving in time with Joel’s hand, fucking himself on those fingers. Joel chuckled, “That’s it, baby, fuck yourself on my hand. Show me how much you love it.” Peter could only whimper, his body on fire with desire and the drugs coursing through his veins. He felt Joel’s thumb rubbing against his taint, pressing against his prostate, sending electric shocks through his body. Peter arched his back, pushing himself further onto Joel’s fingers, desperate for more friction, more pressure. Joel obliged, curling his fingers inside Peter, pegging his prostate relentlessly while his thumb massaged the sensitive spot outside. "You have a girlfriend stud? Huh, you have a sweet little something you like to fuck?" Peter moaned, "MJ," as he pushed back on the man's fingers. "Does MJ fuck you like this?" Joel asked, added a fourth finger. Peter let out a loud, “OH FUCK!” as he felt his eyes roll back in his head, Joel chuckled, “Let’s see how straight you are,” he pushed Peter’s head down to his cock as he fingered the boy’s ass faster, “Suck daddy’s cock for him now.” Peter hesitated for a moment, looking at the thick veiny cock in front of him, but the drugs and the pleasure coursing through his body won out. He opened his mouth and took the head of Joel’s cock inside, swirling his tongue around it. Joel groaned, his hips bucking slightly, “That’s it, slugger, take it all.” Peter took more of the cock into his mouth, feeling it hit the back of his throat, gagging slightly. Joel grabbed the back of his head, pushing him down further, “Relax your throat, straight guy. You can take it.” Peter tried to breathe through his nose, relaxing his jaw as Joel began to fuck his mouth, slow and steady at first, then picking up speed. Peter could taste the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip of Joel's cock, and it only served to turn him on more. He moaned around the thick meat in his mouth, his own cock throbbing with need. Joel's fingers were still buried deep in his ass, fucking him steadily, and the dual sensation of being filled and used was driving him wild. Joel's grip on his hair tightened, and he began to fuck Peter's mouth harder, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. "That's it, you little slut. Take my cock like a good boy. Show me how much you love sucking dick." Peter felt the shame and embarrassment from sucking a cock but the drugs and the moment was too much as he just licked around the stranger’s cock more as he pushed back onto the fingers. He knew this was wrong and that he shouldn’t be doing this but his body didn’t care, didn’t care one bit. Joel slipped his fingers free and pulled Peter’s head up by his hair, “Ok straight boy, time to ride my cock.” He moved Peter over his hips, watching the boy’s perfect abs move as he settled one leg on either side, “Now reach back and line my cock up to that straight boy hole.” Peter swayed in place for a moment and then he slowly reached back and grasped the man’s cock, “That’s it, now come on…show me how straight you are by riding my cock!” Peter felt the head of Joel’s cock press against his hole, he hesitated, his mind screaming at him to stop, but his body betrayed him as he slowly lowered himself onto the thick shaft. “Oh fuck!” Peter exclaimed as the head popped past his ring of muscle, his body stretching to accommodate the thick invader. “So tight,” Joel marveled at the boy’s body as he sat there, impaled on his cock, trying to adjust, “Well come on Peter…show me how straight you are already!” Joel said smacking the boy’s ass cheek hard, leaving a red handprint. Peter yelped, his body jerking, causing him to slide further down Joel’s cock. “Oh fuck!” he cried out, his hands grasping Joel’s chest for support. Joel just laughed, “That’s right, baby. Take it all. Your tight little hole is swallowing my cock like a champ.” He grabbed Peter’s hips and began to lift him up and down, fucking him slowly at first, letting him get used to the massive invasion. Peter was gasping each time the man pushed into him, his eyes rolling back in his head as Joel's fucking donkey dick slid up and down his ass, smashing his prostate hard, sending chills through Peter’s body. “Fuck, kid, you’re so goddamn tight,” Joel grunted, his hands squeezing Peter’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Your little boy pussy is strangling my cock.” Peter could only whimper in response, his body tensing with each thrust. He’d never felt so full, so completely invaded. Joel laughed watching Peter slam his ass back down on his cock, “That’s it straight boy, harder…ride that cock harder!” he exclaimed with glee. Peter was mortified to find himself doing just that, his ass slapping against Joel’s lap as he bit his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning out loud. In his mind he knew he was straight and this was so wrong but his body didn't care anymore, he wanted more...he needed more. “Harder,” Joel whispered to the teen, “Come on, stud show me what you got.” Peter, lost in the haze of drugs and pleasure, complied, slamming his ass down on Joel’s cock with renewed vigor. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by Peter’s moans and Joel’s grunts. Joel’s hands moved from Peter’s hips to his ass, spreading the boy’s cheeks wide, giving the camera a clear view of where they were joined. “Look at that, Peter,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust, “Look at my cock disappearing inside that tight little hole of yours. You’re taking it like a pro, kiddo. Come on…show me that body…give me a show while you ride my cock!” Peter’s arms raised over his head as he flexed, making his abs clench and his pecs squeeze…Joel’s hands moved over his body shameless, feeling him up…oh god he loved it! Peter writhed under the man’s touch as he impaled himself on that cock, his old self sobbing internally. “Tell the people where you’re from stud,” Joel said pinching the boy’s nipples. “Queens,” Peter moaned, his back arching into the cock. Joel chuckled, “Queens here…” And for a moment Peter wasn’t here anymore, he was in a hotel room in Berlin, he looked down and saw Cap under him as he rode his cock… “Oh, fuck Cap,” Peter whimpered, “You’re so big…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to attack you.” Joel just chuckled, knowing the kid was flying high and just went with it, “It’s fine Peter, just make it up to me, be my little slut…can you do that? Can you ride my cock harder?” Peter, lost in his fantasy, nodded and began to move faster, slamming his ass down onto Joel's cock with increasing force. "So good Cap...oh fuck please...please I'll be good...just make me an Avenger...please...I'll do anything!" Joel shook his head, kid wanted to be an Avenger? Oh well, he had heard weirder from crack whores, “You wanna be an Avenger boy…show me how you ride my cock! Show me you can be the best slut on the team…show me how you would service all of us!” Peter's mind was a whirlwind of drugs and fantasies, he was no longer in the rundown studio, he was in Avengers tower, surrounded by the heroes he admired. And he was on flat on the table, legs up as Cap fucked him hard! Peter was moaning loudly, his cock leaking pre-cum as Cap's thick cock stretched him wide. "Fuck Cap, you're so big! Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Peter cried out, his body tensing as Cap nailed his prostate over and over again. Joel, watching the boy's performance, grinned, "That's it, stud. Cum for me. Show me how you'd serve the Avengers." Peter's body convulsed as he came, his cock pulsing streams of hot cum onto his abs and chest, his ass clamping down on Joel's cock as he rode out his orgasm. Cum flew up, hitting Peter in his face and chest as it dripped down his abs. Joel grunted, feeling the boy's ass milking his cock, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside Peter and let out a roar as he came too, filling the teen's ass with his hot, sticky load. Peter collapsed onto Joel's chest, panting, his body slick with sweat and cum. Joel wrapped his arms around the boy, holding him close as he continued to pulse inside him. "Good boy," he murmured, kissing Peter's forehead. "You did real good." Peter just lay there passing out, boneless, his mind a fog of drugs and endorphins. Joel moved the boy off of him, he was out cold. The man looked at the camera, “Tell me you got all that.” The cameraman nodded, “Yeah…you done with him?” Joel nodded and moved out of the bed as the cameraman started to strip. As the man spread Peter’s legs and pushed into the prone teen Joel walked out to the office to find Harry, it wasn’t like him to walk out on a shoot. He found the man at his desk, going through a backpack, “Why’d you leave? You missed the best part.” Harry shook his head, “I don’t think so,” he said as he pulled out Spider-Man’s costume and webshooters, “I’m pretty sure this is the best part.” Both men stared at the costume and realized…they had hit the jackpot.

I'm in Manchester on 5 may Monday to Friday, wsnnae be pumped with dirty loads. Any lads help me out?

Chapter V (Part 1) It was a balmy summer evening in the bustling city, and the sun had barely dipped below the horizon when Ben stepped off the elevator onto the gleaming marble floor of the penthouse. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he took in the opulence that surrounded him. The place was a far cry from the cramped dorm room he'd been sharing with Tyler all year. The floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a breathtaking view of the skyline, the lights twinkling like a sea of diamonds. "Thanks for letting me crash here, man," Ben said, slapping Tyler on the back as he stepped into the living room. Tyler, his cheeks flushed with excitement and a hint of apprehension, gave him a shy smile. "This place is insane” Ben continued.” And I need to pee. Point me to the bathroom?" "It's cool, right?" Tyler responded, his voice slightly shaky. "It's all Dad's. He's pretty chill, I think he will surprise you. Dad and Mitch will be home any minute and around that corner first door on the left is the nearest toilet.” Once inside the bathroom Ben quickly locked the door, a bit lost in his own thoughts and trying to temper his anxiety stared at himself in the mirror and considered what this moment meant for his future. Last year when their college released their housing assignments Ben could not believe his good luck when he saw who his roommate would be. Tyler’s father, Daniel, was one of the most accomplished people to ever work in American advertising. About ten years ago he was recruited from the large advertising agency he ran to help a floundering senate candidate overhaul his communication strategy and Daniel had been widely credited for turning around that entire campaign. With Daniel’s guidance the guy running for senate won, of course, and later became an astoundingly popular two-term President after running two hugely successful presidential campaigns that Daniel also just so happened to have managed. Now Daniel is paid thousands of dollars an hour to manage public relations for a handful of high-profile politicians and celebrities. Ben, a communications major himself, had learned about Tyler’s dad a few years ago after reading about him in one of those “40 under 40” stories about the 40 people under the age of 40 that basically everyone else aspires to be and Ben had followed Daniel’s career ever since. Tyler’s dad’s firm had an internship program that Ben would qualify for next summer. It was well understood within the industry that having that internship on your resume was priceless. Among the former interns were the communications director for a major TV network, a sports agent who had recently signed the largest NBA deal in history, and, of course, the White House press secretary. Ben’s dad was a former high school football star. His mom got pregnant with Ben during her senior year of high school and Ben’s dad, now a two-bit used car salesman, held an unreasonable grudge against Ben for somehow being the reason that his dad missed his shot at playing in the NFL. It was a tired cliché but none-the-less it was the reason Ben did not have much of a relationship with his own father. Tyler seemed to not understand what a big deal his dad was, and although Ben truly did adore him, he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of how close Tyler and his dad seemed to be. Tyler’s dad had the power to give Ben everything he had ever wanted; status, connections, money – it was what Ben dreamed about and finally the universe had put him in a position to maybe make it happen. Ben’s phone began to buzz with a text from Tyler: “Yo big guy, dad and Mitch are on their way up now. Meet us out on the terrace whenever you get done in there”. He ran the bathroom faucet and clapped some of the cold water on his face. This was it. Nerves be damned, it was go time. Making his way out on the terrace Ben identified each of the three guys. Daniel, the epitome of masculine elegance and success, a man that exudes confidence. He was dressed in tailored shorts and a polo shirt that clung to his athletic frame, showcasing his toned arms and broad chest and Ben quickly noticed the watch on Daniel’s wrists that easily cost more than Ben’s childhood home. Tyler, a spitting image of his father, had inherited his sharp wit and charisma, along with his penchant for lean, toned physiques. And then there was Mitch, the wild card, a tall man with rugged features whose past was etched in the lines of his taut, muscular body. After everyone had introduced himself to one another, the guys sat down to a chill BBQ dinner, the conversation flowed easily, and Ben felt a strange sense of belonging. And although he was comfortable here and everyone seemed very genuine and inviting, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something beneath the surface, something that Tyler wasn't telling him about this group dynamic. As the night grew darker, the atmosphere grew thick with the promise of something illicit. Ben, unaccustomed to such opulence, couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled into his bones. It was as if the penthouse itself held its breath, waiting for the secret to reveal itself. But the night was young, and the promise of a summer in the city was too enticing to let those feelings get the better of him. The meal was simple but delicious and the view of the city was like something from a movie. They talked and laughed, the stress of the past year and of meeting Tyler’s dad was melting away with each bite of steak and swig of cold beer. When the plates were cleared and the bottles emptied, the four men called it a night, retreating to their respective bedrooms. Ben, his mind racing with the excitement of the evening and the uncharted territory of the summer ahead, found sleep elusive. After a long video chat with his girlfriend back home, he slipped out of the plush guestroom bed, his cock already semi-hard from the little strip-tease she had given him before they ended their chat. He was thirsty and decided to make his way to the kitchen and grab a glass of water before forcing himself to sleep for the night. His bare feet whispered across the cold floor as he padded down the hallway, the only sound being the occasional muffled murmur from Tyler's room. As he approached the kitchen, the murmurs grew louder, more urgent. Ben's curiosity piqued, he slowed his steps, straining to listen. It sounded like Tyler was...moaning? He paused outside the bedroom door, his heart racing. The noises grew clearer, and Ben felt a strange mix of arousal and fear. He leaned in, pressing his ear to the wood. The door was slightly ajar, and as Ben pushed it open, his eyes widened in shock. There, on the king-sized bed, Daniel was buried to the hilt inside Tyler, his hips pumping rhythmically. Tyler's face was a mask of pleasure and pain, his body arched off the mattress as he took his father's thick, meaty cock. Ben was breathless as he listened to Daniel grunting to Tyler. “Fuck son, I almost forgot what a tight little hole you have. You feeling good son? You like having your dad’s cock open you up again?” Daniel moaned at Tyler. “Ughhhh fuckkkk dadddd you’re so big, so intense being filled up with my dad’s cock fuckkkkk”, Tyler moaned in response. When Ben heard this quick exchange between Tyler and his dad he noticed his cock begin to tent in his boxers. Ben quickly surveyed the room and there was Mitch, sitting in a chair against the wall, stroking his own monstrous member while clearly enjoying the father-son show. Ben watched as Mitch reached down and picked up a pipe and torch. His mouth hung open as he watched Mitch light the torch under the pipe and inhale, blowing out a huge cloud of thick white smoke into the room. What Ben did not realize was that as Mitch began to hit the pipe he had seen Ben in between the crack in the bedroom door. His years locked up taught him how to play it cool when you’ve been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, and although the sight of Ben spying was making his heart race adding a thrill of voyeurism to the evening, he pretended not to notice the boy. As Mitch blew out the cloud he noticed Ben's eyes widen in horror, and he rolled his eyes as he saw Ben fleeing back towards the kitchen. Panic began to flood through Mitch. He could not let their secret be exposed. It would ruin Daniel and destroy Tyler and Mitch was never, ever going to let that happen.

I like my man or boy face down on the bed. I go balls deep and pump my first jolt of cum then I fuck his arse pulling almost out then ramming my cock back in. I like to plaster his entire chute with my sperm. I usually have my hands around his throat when I’m loading him. When I’m breeding my Boy, Drew I bite down on his neck to control him. Not too hard but hard enough to keep him steady while I pump my seed into him.

I guess there’s no a common recipe. It always depends on the given person’s anatomy. I can eat a couple of hours before playing. I start to clean out myself 60-90 minutes before playing. I am talking about fisting and I never experienced any problems. Previously, when I avoided eating all the day, I struggled with problems more times.

An older man, I was kid.

Gay guy in central Scotland looking to be pozzed. Please feel free if you live in all of Scotland or the rest of the UK (willing to travel, trying to make contacts before the site gets shut down.) my telegram is @K3C6G9R7 feel free to add me to poz groups in UK.

First was uncut, all uncut.

Hey Alex...where u staying? Not sure about Monday, poss Tuesday 😉

I’ve seen pictures of protests which seem to be growing and well as reports of some stormy town hall meetings

So many hot cocks to fantasize about here, but instead of me imagining, how do you like to cum? Do you fuck faster, go balls deep and grind it in, long slow strokes, short fast ones, hard, soft... What are you doing with your hands, what are you looking at? Are you loud, verbal or do you fill the room with animalistic noises?

Amazing! So fucking hot! More please!

Raw and I got the load in my ass

I deep clean Everytime. I usually have a 6 to 8 hour window. Size doesn't matter to me, because a part of my cleaning ritual is beating my hole up with my 10 inch dildo in-between douching. I also watch what I eat before and usually just drink water while my ass is up.

Hot story!

Omar’s orgies sound amazing! 😈💦☣️☣️☣️

Chapter 3 I wake up alone in bed. Looking at the clock it says 7 PM. My ass is sore and I’m lying on wet sheets. My brain is foggy, when, I realize it’s still Monday and thankfully my assistant cleared the calendar for tomorrow as well. Yesterday afternoon/evening I was tied down and fucked by the Cuban guys and Tom. I start to get hard, remembering the events, when my cock starts hurting and reminds me it’s been locked up in a cage. Trying to calm down so my cock deflates isn’t happening. I get up and head to pee, hoping that will do the trick. I stand at the toilet and start to pee, but it sprays all over. Fuck, I stifle the deluge and decide to get in the shower and let it flow. My cock deflates as the stream gushes from the confines of the cage. I don’t have much ability to aim and just let it go. As I’m peeing a fart escapes my ass and I quickly feel cum running down my taint and balls. Squatting, I let loose a massive amount of cum. It’s easily 1 ½ cups and as it hit the floor, I see red globs of what I expect is blood clots getting loosened up. The guys bred me hard and made sure to do some damage. I rinse off the best I can and after drying, go to the mirror to inspect the damage. My ass hole is partially prolapsed with an inch of my hole protruding out, bright red, inflamed but hot as fuck. Licking my fingers I work to push the lips back in. As I massage my hole, I find myself pushing 3 then 4 fingers inside. I’m turned on as I massage the inner lining. Digging deep, I feel wetness, pull my fingers out and am rewarded by cum covering my digits. I suck it in, loving the taste of ass and cum. I start remembering Tom’s deep fucking later in the evening and start to get hard again when the cage reminds me with pain. Quickly calming down trying to make the discomfort stop, I turned to the sink to wash my hands, and I see a note stuck to the mirror. The note says, meeting a couple of clients for dinner with Ivan. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’d prefer to keep your cock locked but if an emergency or something comes up, I gave Craig your number and here’s his. He knows where the key is. I’m examining it in the mirror, thinking this cock cage is interesting. It’s a simple black plastic cock ring around my cock and my balls. My penis is then caged in a similar plastic device that mirrors the droop of my penis that my cock slid into. There are plenty of openings for air and an open tip for my piss. Ok, so I didn’t see that the first time I needed to pee, but can probably do better with a minor adjustment next time. My balls are wedged between the cage and ring and are held protruding out, swollen from the vise like pressure. It’s actually pretty comfortable and I feel a warmth in my groin that is reassuring. I really like this feeling. It wouldn’t be all that hard to get off, even without the key, but I figure part of it is willingly giving control of my cock to another guy. The downside is that I can’t touch my cock or stroke it and every time I start to get hard the pressure on the cage prevents it. As a result, I’ve not been able to cum since Tom slammed it on me. Tom’s has not steered me wrong yet. I decide, I am turned on by this and with Tom as my keyholder I’m sure to learn something and be taken on a wild journey. I decided to throw on a jock for support, light shorts and a T-shirt and chill in the quiet. I head to the kitchen and realize I’m famished. Opening the door to the refrigerator, I realize, I’ve not been to the store in over a week and there isn’t anything to eat. Picking up a pad, I start making a list when my phone rings. I don’t recognize the name, but the number looks familiar. I answer and it’s Craig. He’s calling just to check in as he explains Tom, locked his cock for a month as well and the first couple days were tough. He just wanted to make sure I’m doing ok and if I have any questions or need anything. I told him I made a mess when I peed but think I can align my slit better next time. Yeah, aligning helps, but for the most part it won’t matter he tells me. Craig laughs and says, nope, just squat like a chick and have a water bottle handy to rinse. I tell him that unfortunately, I’ve got to head to the store since there isn’t anything to eat in the house. Craig’s tells me he’s just getting off work and has a extra large Pizza fresh out of the oven and he’d be happy to share. Not really wanting to go shopping this late, I agree if he’s cool with it. Craig says no problem, and he didn’t have anything planned this evening and would enjoy seeing me. He’s just getting in his car and will be here in about 10 minutes. Problem solved, so I grab a stiff drink and start thinking of questions to ask about cock cage management. Fuck I could be in this for a month, am I really up to this? As I’m savoring my scotch, the bell rings and Craig’s at the door with a large pizza and two bottles of wine. I look at him and smile, telling him he’s my savior from letting me avoid a late evening shopping trip. He drops the food on the counter and gives me a big hug telling me it’s his pleasure. I swallow the rest of the scotch and grab a couple of wine glasses, a corkscrew and suggest we eat outside by the pool. I’ve not had anything to eat in 36 hours and find the wine on top of the scotch has me buzzed. We devour the pizza and have almost finished the second bottle in short order. I shared with him the weekend activities and Craig’s impressed, as even he struggled getting bred by the Cuban guys. Craig says, well let me see it dude. Dropping my pants and sliding the jock down, I show him the new addition to my cock. Craig reaches out grabbing hold of my of my balls, rubbing his fingers over the device and says, damn that is so cool. It’s design pops your balls out and damn, your cock is like deep down. I tell him, yeah, I have to be careful, or self-inflicted CBT is a real thing. I can’t get hard, though I leak like a faucet I tell him. Craig gets an evil grin and slaps my nuts causing me to yell, FUCK, but I’m instantly chubbing, only causing more discomfort. He grabs my dick at the base behind the cock ring and slides his index finger in the gap along my shaft. Yep, that boy won’t be getting hard for a good long time. Craig tells me to get used to it because Tom is only unlocking that a couple times a week for cleaning and a quick inspection to make sure you I have no bruising or other damage. He tells me within a week, I’ll be nothing but a hole demanding to get bred. Craig starts rubbing my balls, amazed how tight they are gripped by the cage. He comments the tip is moist and sticky as he works a finger into the open tip. He licks his finger and says, damn that juice is sweet. His caresses are causing the cage to rise and fall slightly. Actually, his fingers on my balls feel amazing as it’s the most attention they’ve had other than my own since yesterday morning. I start to get an erection, but the cage prevents a full mast. He grabs my balls and the cage, squeezing down until the vice like grip distracts my cock with enough pain that it quickly deflates. Craig tells me Tom told him if he comes over, feel free to do what you want with me, but do everything you can not to unlock me. Craig reminds me that last time he was here he didn’t get to fuck me as Tom wanted him to be the dump of the day. Tom told him I’m needing poz loads for some reason though. I share that evidently the home test I had was a false positive. Craig, laughs and says given the past 2 weeks of all the cocks and amount of cum I’ve taken that’s highly unlikely to still be the case. But just to be sure, he really wants to breed my ass and he took some Viagra before coming over and plans on fucking me for hours. Plus, fucking a locked cock is such a turn on he tells me that he’s pretty sure he should be able to deliver at least 3 toxic loads to my ripe ass. Looking at this total stud, I say, well you better get busy buddy. Craig grins, stands up, gets naked. Craig’s got a lean build, a moderately hairy chest and a decent cock. While his dick isn’t huge, he’s got a hefty girth and a nice bulbous cock head that is made for sucking and stretching an ass open. He’s got killer looks as well, and he already knows from last time I find him intensely attractive. He turns me around and tells me to kneel on the couch. Spreading my ass cheeks, he dives in and starts eating my ass. Second to none, Craig is working my hole like a virtuoso. He starts with a gentle breath, giving way to tender kisses. His tongue’s wetness is soothing to my puffy ass lips. He devotedly laps as he opens me wider, allowing his tongue to penetrate deeper. Craig spreads my cheeks farther apart and my still gaped hole and rosebud slit opens wide for him. He gently nibbles and alternates his full wide tongue across the lips. He then curls his tongue, probing the open slit. So far he’s just used his spit to lube me, but as he probes my hole with a couple fingers, he pulls them out and says, dude, your ass is still full of cum. He licks his fingers and says, he can taste Tom for sure, then proceeds to use the cum to lube me up. Knowing I’m ready, Craig aims his hard cock at my hole and slowly slides his cock head in. The bulbous head catches my ass lips and with a purposeful plunge I feel his cock pop open my ring. His girth is amazing, and I feel my hole stretching as he slowly drives his cock inward. The head of his cock slides across my prostate causing me to moan with pleasure. He’s balls deep with his fat head resting on my prostate. As he starts a short back and forth stroke my moans grow louder and tells me his going to teach me what a locked cock is all about. Craig says he loves fucking a loaded ass and he increases his tempo and begins pounding out my hole. My cock is trying to get hard, but with the rigid sides of the cage, full mast isn’t possible and every time my cock twitches, my nuts are crushed between the cage and the ring of the device. Every stroke across my prostate is causing me to dribble sticky precum and the opening of the cock cage at the tip of my penis is wet and slick from my dick leaking so much. Craig keeps this up, slowing down and speeding up and edging himself with my wet hole. He’s churned up a froth that clings to his cock as his pace renews its stride. I’m getting hornier and more frustrated as his fuck continues unable to touch myself. Soon I find myself gyrating my ass into his cock trying to get more of his cock into me provide relief. Craig pulls out and then looks at me and says, its’ time for me to ride his cock. He pulls out and lies back on the adjacent recliner. I straddle him, line up my hole and slide down on his cock. Something clicks in my head and I start riding his cock for all I’m worth. I’m an animal in heat as I use his cock as a dildo to fuck my hole. I can’t get enough of his cock and my ass starts trying to rape his cock, demanding he make me cum. I scream for him to make me get off as I bear down, slamming his rod into my prostate. I’m leaking profusely but for the life of me I can’t get relief. I’m bucking back and forth trying to get his cock deeper into me, finding the spot to provide release. Nothing is working as my ass is working to devour Craig’s prick. Craig screams out and he stiffens up as his cock erupts in my ass delivering a torrent of his toxic seed. I so want to cum, but can’t and just keep my ass assaulting his hard cock, desperate to release myself from this torture. Losing stamina, I collapse on top of Craig wilted from my attempt to pull my orgasm out using his cock as a tool. Craig is still hard and he flips me over on my back, spreads my legs and slams his cock back into my hole. He looks me deep in the eyes telling me, I need to accept, that I’m just a hole to be used. My desire for release is unimportant. The sooner I accept that, the easier my life will be. Tom will unlock me once I have learned to be a good faggot. All the while, Craig is slowly fucking me. Leaning in, Craig starts kissing me. His fuck turns into something tender and caring. My legs wrap around his waist as I find myself relaxing into his slow and gentle fuck. He whispers into my ear, to breathe deep and relax. His lips now find my neck, sucking and nibbling as I relax into his love making. I feel the gentle massage of my prostate as he slides slowly back and forth. His mouth finds my left nipple and he bites down, finding what pressure I like when I moan as his bite strengthens. Sucking my now hard nipple he very gently increases the pace of his fuck. He repeats the process on my right nipple as I groan with pleasure. Straightening up, Craig looks deeply in my eyes, whispering how I need to just concentrate on the gentle pressure in my ass. He keeps this up, gently sliding in and out of my ass with no hurry and keeps reminding me to focus on the feeling, drowning out all other thoughts. I feel warmth in my balls and comment to him how amazing he feels in me. He slowly increases the pace and tells me to bear down concentrating on the feeling at the base of my cock. I tell him I feel like a need to pee, but he says, no, just concentrate on the pleasure as he begins stimulation to my prostate. His pace quickens and suddenly I flush and feel a wetness around my cock. His tempo is now a steady fuck as he tells me to keep bearing down. Suddenly I feel my body contract as waves of euphoria flood my system. Craig calls out, yes, ride that wave. He is now slamming hard into me. He groans and I feel his cock drill deep into me just as I let go and feel my cock slightly jump. I feel the wetness on my cock as it expands in the cage. I rock from the waves flooding my senses. The intensity quickly passes and when I look at my caged dick, there is a thin layer of clear liquid shimmering on my extruded balls. I was expecting a pool of cum. At the same time rather than feeling the complete release and exhaustion from cumming, I feel a calmness and almost a renewed energy. Craig looks at me and says, you just had an anal orgasm and with practice you’ll be able to get there on your own. He explains that it may not be as intense as a traditional orgasm but I’ll learn to savor it. Plus, Craig shares, it is the sweetest nectar you’ll ever produce as he wipes my balls with his fingers and feeds it to me. He’s still hard and his cock is buried in my ass. Craig, says it his turn now. He slides four fingers into open cunt and makes no pretense about scraping the sides of my tunnel with his nails. Pulling his fingers out he inspects them and tells me, see the blood man, my turn to make sure I infect you. Craig buries his cock back in my ass and starts pummeling my hole. He’s slamming in, jack hammering my hole. He pulls completely out and repeatedly stabs his cock back in. The aggression in his assault is almost terrifying. All I can do is lay there, accepting his complete domination. Craig’s eyes make it clear that he’s determined to fuck me until he’s succeeded in his task. His rapid fuck continues for at least ten minutes, sweat dripping from the exertion. With a final powerful thrust he tenses up and screams as he tells me he’s depositing another poison load in my useless hole. He’s shaking from the release, and I feel his balls contracting as he unloads pump after pump of his poz load in my ass. As his hardon dies, his cock slips out, but Craig immediately shoves his hand back in my wrecked hole. He’s collecting and massaging the cum into the lining of my ass. He tells me he’s making sure the scratched tissue has every chance to absorb his toxic DNA. His fingers begin massaging my prostate and I feel my cock getting wet again. He’s milking more pre-cum from me. I spread my legs further apart and plead for him to allow me to cum. Craig pulls his fingers out slightly and then I feel my ass ripping open as his thumb and wrist breach my ass ring. His fingers stretch and prod my rectal lining. He pulls out then starts fist fucking my hole, using his clenched fingers as a spear. I scream out “Fuck Yes” from the assault on my ass. I bear down as he slams his hand in and out. After six or seven punches, Craig begins to slide his hand further into my hole past his wrist. I feel so fucking full when, I feel my balls retract and my cock starts squirting piss out the end of the cage. Craig leans in and takes the tip of the cage into his mouth. As my bladder empties Craig guzzles what he can contain in his mouth. As my stream subsides, Craig withdraws his hand and then shoves his cock in my hole. Craig begins pounding away again. Fuck that was hot he screams, as he fucks me with everything he’s got. It’s not long before he cums again in my open hole. Craig collapses on top of me with his cock still hard in my ass. As his cock eventually deflates, he pulls me into a kiss. I can taste the piss still lingering in his mouth. Craig sees the double recliner and pulls me with him as we stumble into the deep cushions. Repositioning Craig pulls me into his arms. Fuck, that was such an amazing experience I tell him, and we both quickly doze off, completely satiated and exhausted.

This. It's the reason why when I prep I assume the breeder is over 9", thick enough to test me, and horny enough to make a guy in his 20's find his endurance limit. A guy pushing big, hard pipe and hitting past the inner gate can stimulate your system to move faster. Technique can sometimes do it too, regardless of size. For this reason I prepare carefully and deeply for every fuck. Final step is using an 11" long lubed silicone pipe to confirm I'm ready deep down and the inner gate is primed to surrender and then be stretched. It gives an additional margin of safety with the more heroically hung and/or powerfully driven breeders.

Just looking to find out if there any in town

Imodium works I find, usually aim for a deep cleaning if playing all night. Pop one Imodium as I start cleaning then. One a couple hour after finish cleaning then one a few more times sitting the night. Never have an issue. Fiber tablets daily help too in general.

Whenever possible I drink from the tap

Anyone who can’t see that Trump lies every time he opens his mouth, is a dumb sheep. The blind trust given people in the public eye and elected officials is an abdication of the responsibilities of an American citizen. There is no supportable reason for the damages the current administration is causing.