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Though I spend more time as top than bottom, over the years I have been fucked by a number of guys with PA's or Jacob's Ladders. Right up front I will say that I actually LOVE being fucked by a cock with a large gauge and large diameter PA, I've enjoyed these every time. What I do not enjoy are smaller diameter and smaller gauge rings. While I can enjoy sucking one of these, I do not want them in my hole. I avoided being fucked by one for quite some time, until around 2010 when a regular fuck buddy of mine got one. He was 80% or more bottom and I'd fucked him dozens of times, as he hosted regular sex parties at his loft on W16th Street. When his dick healed up from getting the piercing, he begged me to bottom for him and be the first person he fucked with his new piercing. I was reluctant, but I felt I owed it to him for so many good times where I fucked him, and so many times I was a guest at his place. So I let him. Despite being a small diameter, small gauge, I let him fuck me. And I hated it. It ripped my anus to shreds, blood everywhere and it was almost an entire year before I could be fucked again which annoyed me rather a lot (not as much as it would have if I couldn't TOP for a year, I'd have lost my mind!!!). He was so mortified we never had sex again, despite the many times we had before. To be fair, there were one or two other issues - for months prior, I was getting invited to his get-togethers and was treated poorly by his other guests, all strict bottoms who neither kissed nor played with my nips, nor blew me nor rimmed me, just demanded to be fucked - too much topping with no rest, no other interaction, and my wallet also wound up paying for everyone else's good time, so I had stopped coming over - I think he thought that this session with him topping me would help make up for that! I do believe he meant well but he ghosted me after this... So my review on getting fucked by Pierced Dick? Yes for big piercings, no for small. Kind of wish I'd have done my own cock but my hubby doesn't go for P.A.s, so I chose not to. They are damn hot to look at @Ronitsingh!

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homeless guys are hot

You dramatically underestimate how dark and twisty humans can be. A man with a martyr or victim complex can try to create conditions through timing and manipulation to satisfy their need to feel wronged or sexually victimized, or to put the top into a position where he's *technically* in the wrong and giving the bottom power over the top. It could also be a case of a survivor creating a situation to relive abuse, rape, or some kind of non-consensual encounter from their past (very common). In this case a breeding they didn't consent to.

In Australia, I use several ointments (but, use at your own risk) they're - Numit Cream, 10g tube, Bonjela Gel 15g & Xylocaine 5% Ointment 35g I mostly mix my crisco with J-Lube OR X-Lube with Clove Oil & Sorbolene Cream (sometimes a small amount of Voltaren Emulgel and/or TKTX which is a Tattoo Numbing Cream). (Again, Use at your own risk) ****I agree with Sfmike64's comment "You WANT to be able to feel what's going in your hole. If there's a problem and you feel it you want to STOP so you don't have a tear in your rectum"**** ffoz

Thank you for a great erotic story.

In Australia, I use several ointments (but, use at your own risk) they're - Numit Cream, 10g tube, Bonjela Gel 15g & Xylocaine 5% Ointment 35g I mostly mix my crisco with J-Lube OR X-Lube with Clove Oil & Sorbolene Cream (sometimes a small amount of Voltaren Emulgel and/or TKTX which is a Tattoo Numbing Cream). (Again, Use at your own risk) ffoz

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8th & I Barber Shop . . . many years in the 90s I’d trek down from NW just to get an authentic military haircut. And I’d swing by the GHC ~ what a place!

For sure one of the greatest stories on this forum!

I have had one STI (that's actually normally classified as an STI) in my life and I knew I was going to get it but I was a teen and didn't feel safe backing out of sex in a disused area of my school with a pushy, irritable guy with a few too many gang tattoos 1.5x my size and weight so he fucked me anyway. I got HPV which was just found by a doctor being overly throughout (no warts, he just happened to get a sample of infected tissue on a hunch) and it cleared on its own a few months later. A dick check disguised as cock worship (it doesn't hurt that I have trouble finding a dick I don't think is great) has served me well along with vaccines and PreP, as well as serosorting with undetectable guys before PreP and back when the stupid CDC wasn't willing to say it and I was getting a lot of judgement for fucking my undetectable boyfriends and friends. (Well, I am still negative and half the guys judging me for barebacking with undetectable guys aren't, and everyone who had so much to say seems to find the celling or their feet interesting if this is brought up ever.) However, getting things that aren't normally classified as STIs through sex is absolutely my curse. If I eat a bottoms ass with five other guys, I will absolutely be the one person who is laid out flat that week with parasites or gastroenteritis. I am getting over a drug resistant staph UTI and had candida at the same time. I have some other mystery illness too, still. My doctor who normally rolls her eyes at other doctors compulsively ordering HIV tests for me this time wasn't content with six HIV tests on top of perfect PreP adherence so she ordered another one today and it's like, No, mam, you had it right before, I am not HIV+, just cursed. It's been going on long enough we're just planning to just knock out my immune system with immunosuppressants in a few days and see if that solves it or see what surfaces.

What Happens in Vegas Part Two They ended up passing out from exhaustion. The drugs, the sex, the guilt all was too much for the two of them and they ended up falling asleep in their respective beds. Daniel dreamt of strange hands all over his body, rubbing, pulling, sucking…his moans filled the small room as he tossed and turned in his bed. John didn’t sleep much. Instead, he lay in his bed, watching the moonlight fall over his son’s flawless body as he writhed on his bed, his towering cock throbbing from his dreams. John was horrified by his reaction, but a door had been opened and he couldn’t close it, no matter how hard he tried. He jerked off watching his son whimper and moan in his sleep, he had cum three times watching precum leak from his boy’s cock…the desire to reach over and stroke it was overwhelming. He passed out at some point because he was awakened to knocking on the hotel door. His eyes fluttered open to see Daniel pulling on his basketball shorts to answer the door. He threw open the door, expecting housekeeping or some shit, and saw Trevor and Tommy standing there smiling, “Hey stud, your daddy up?” They walked into the room, pushing past the stunned jock as if he wasn’t there. John sat up, making sure to cover his nakedness, “What the hell are you two doing here?” Trevor smiled, “Might want to check that attitude daddy,” he said grabbing a chair and spinning it around before sitting, “Unless you want everyone to know how close you are your boy are.” “Fuck you!” Daniel said, moving towards the older man. Trevor held up Daniel’s phone, “You sure? Cause I have that video uploaded to go out to…let’s see,” he said reading off Daniel’s contact list, “Veronica, Lisa, Patty, and I have it ready to send in Studs only group chat which seems to be your teammates…” Daniel froze in place. “Now sit your big ass down so the grownups can talk.” Daniel slowly sat back on the bed. “What do you want?” John asked, his voice quivering in rage. “Money, lots of it,” Trevor answered, “We’re looking for about a quarter million.” John’s eyes got wide, “I don’t have that!” Trevor chuckled and tossed John’s wallet to him, “I know, so you’re gonna get it for me.” John looked at him confused, “How?” Tommy sat next to Daniel, “We looked up your boy, he’s gonna be a D1 athlete, he’s been on the magazine covers. I can see why, with that face and body…” his hand moved over Daniel’s chest and the jock slapped his it away. Tommy laughed, “Keep that attitude up kid, your team will love seeing you get fucked by your daddy.” Daniel said nothing as he glared at the younger man. “How am I supposed to get that kind of money?” John demanded. “Simple, give us your son for a night, we can make the money ourselves.” John heard the words, but they didn’t register, he felt like he was falling even though he hadn’t moved. Trevor snapped his fingers at him, “Hey! Snap out of it, we’re negotiating, what’s it going to be? Your son for a night or we send that to your work friends?” he held up John’s phone to make his point, “It’s up to you.” John’s heart was racing in his chest, he looked over to Daniel whose eyes were wide with fear. “Tick tock daddy,” Trevor said, “I don’t have all day.” John looked at his son, “What can we do? If anyone saw that video…” “Dad! You can’t sell me!” Daniel cried. “Do you think you’re going to be able to play basketball once that gets out? You think any college will take you?” He saw his son quiet down as he took a deep breath, “What would it involve.” “It would involve whatever the fuck we want!” Trevor answered, “You two would come with us, to a better fucking hotel, we would set up and then your boy would work for the clients we line up. I figure three or four high rollers and we’re flush. You do that, and the video is yours, fuck around and you can find out what it feels like to be a pariah.” “I’m supposed to just hand my son over to you two?” Trevor smiled, “Oh no, you’re coming with us, you will be right there the whole time so you can see we aren’t hurting him.” “I don’t want to do this!” Daniel exclaimed, “That’s hurting me!” Tommy chuckled, “You’re going to have to adjust your definition of that then, cause you’re doing this cutie.” Daniel pulled away from the younger brother and stood up, “No, I won’t, fuck you.” Trevor looked at him, one eyebrow arched, “OK, no problem.” He pulled out the boy’s phone, when Daniel went to rush Trevor, Tommy stood up, switchblade in hand, “Sit down junior, we warned you.” Daniel froze as Trevor typed, he pushed one last thing and the phone chirped. He held it up to show Daniel, “Hey look, you posted a new IG story.” Daniel’s mouth fell open as he saw the video buffering, “Take it down!” Trevor just sat there. “Please! Take it down!” Tommy laughed, “You know what he wants to hear stud.” Daniel and Trevor stared at each other for a long time, and finally, the teen dropped his head, “Please delete it, I’ll do what you want.” Trevor pushed the delete button, “Don’t worry man, it was up for what, 15 seconds? Let’s hope you don’t have a lot of followers.” He stood up, “Take a shower, get dressed, and be ready, we will send a car at 4, be down at the Uber exit. You’ll be brought to the new hotel and I’ll meet you in the lobby to take you to the room. Now that is what is going to happen, here is what’s not going to happen. You aren’t going to the cops, you aren’t going to hotel security, you are going to just get in the fucking car and do what we say. The video is set to automatically upload at midnight tonight, if we’re in jail we can’t cancel that, so consider before you do something stupid.” He stood up, “You bring a letterman jacket?” Daniel nodded. “Jockstrap?” The teen reddened as he nodded again. “Good boy, wear the jacket and bring as many jockstraps as you brought.” “You stole our luggage,” John said. “Nah we just tossed it, we threw your shit in the closet, did you guys not check?” They both looked at each other sheepishly, Tommy laughed and went over and opened the closet, there on the floor were their luggage and clothes in an unruly mess, “See how nice we are?” “So what time?” Trevor asked. “4.” “And what aren’t you going to do?” “Tell anyone.” Trevor smiled, “Aces, then we have a deal,” he held his hand out to John who just looked at it, “Oh come on daddy, I promise you by the end of the night you will have a good time too.” John took the hand and shook it, dreading the man’s words. They both walked towards the door, “4, don’t be late and alone, don’t be stupid.” They walked out, the sound of the door closing was like a gunshot in the quiet room. “Can’t we just go home?” Daniel asked his dad, “If we aren’t here…” “Then they’ll release the video, you saw them! He just posted it, they aren’t joking around.” “Shit, they took our phones again!” Daniel said, “What are they going to make me do?” John sighed, “I don’t know, but I promise I won’t let them hurt you.” Daniel looked at his dad, “Too late dad,” and headed into the bathroom. John fell back onto the bed, the day was just starting. They spent the rest of the day in a daze, they went to eat, walked the strip but with each passing second, they got closer to the night which was a sword hanging over their heads. They got back to the room and Daniel went and showered, resigned to his fate. He walked out, hair damp with a towel wrapped around his waist. As he got dressed John struggled to find the words to say, but what could he say that would make this any better? As he pulled on his letterman jacket Daniel looked at his father and gave a small smile, “I’ll be ok dad.” John nodded, hoping he was right. They went down to the Uber station and there was a driver with their names on a piece of paper, they walked over, “That’s us,” John said. The driver opened the door for them and smiled, “Welcome.” They got in and the driver pulled out into traffic, they moved down the strip, neither one of them wanting to talk. John leaned forward, “Where are we going?” “We’re about ten minutes from The Edge sir,” he answered. “The Edge?” John asked. The driver nodded, “Yes sir, you must be very lucky.” “Why?” The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, “Very exclusive hotel, invitation only,” he said, confused as to why John didn’t already know this. “Right, we’re tourists, we just assumed it was like any other hotel.” The driver shook his head, “Oh no sir, invitation only, very exclusive.” John sat back and glanced at Daniel who just shrugged. They pulled up to a large hotel well off the strip, it was an imposing building tucked away from where wandering tourists would see. The driver pulled up to the front doors, which were tinted black so it was impossible to see in. Daniel got out and John asked, “How much?” “Oh it is covered sir,” the driver said, “Good luck.” John paused, “Good luck on what?” The driver smiled, “The games sir, good luck gambling.” John smiled and nodded, “Right, thanks.” He got out and they walked up to the doors, as they approached, they heard a buzz and the doors unlocked. They walked into the most opulent lobby either one had ever seen, massive crystal chandeliers hung from the arched ceiling, tasteful leather couches adorned the space with dark wooden tables accented them perfectly. It looked like something out of an interior design magazine than an actual hotel. Tommy was sitting there nursing a drink when he saw them, he stood up and walked over, “Damn boy,” he said looking Daniel up and down, “You clean up nice.” Daniel glared at him but said nothing. “Ok, come on guys, we got work to do.” They followed him into a huge elevator with mirrored walls, there were no buttons, he flashed a black key card at the panel and the car started to move. “You like the place?” he asked them, as if they were old friends, “One of the best-kept secrets of Vegas…super private.” “Also no witnesses,” John said, his voice laced with anger. Tommy winked, “That’s how our clients like it.” They got off on a floor and walked down a large, black carpet that looked immaculate. Daniel nudged his dad, “This is what I was expecting from our hotel.” Despite the seriousness, John had to chuckle. Tommy waved the keycard again and opened the door to a suite. It was a massive space, sunken floor, and leather furniture. There was a huge bed in the other room and in this one instead of an entertainment center with a TV was a small gym set up, a squat bar, and a bench press…everything named brand, the best money could buy. Trevor was by the bar, talking intensely to someone on a cell, he waved them in. “Right, no I got it,” he said, “Ok then, I’ll see you tonight,” and hung up, “Hey look at you!” he said walking up to Daniel, “Damn boy you look hot in that jacket.” Daniel made a face, “I’m not used to guys complimenting me.” Trevor smiled and got closer, “Oh I assure you, they’ve wanted to…” he said getting closer, “And they surely will tonight.” Daniel flinched, his mind not liking him being that close but a chill of excitement moving through his body…what the fuck was that? “Anyways,” he said stepping back, “Let’s get you prepared for tonight’s festivities.” “What do you mean?” John said, trying to regain some control. “What I mean getting him relaxed and more in the mood,” he pulled out s small vial, “You might want to partake as well.” “You are not giving my son drugs,” John insisted. Tommy laughed, “We already have, both of you in fact.” John turned to him, “When did…” and he trailed off the massage. “Look,” Trevor said walking over to Daniel, “I understand where you’re coming from, how about a test?” He grabbed Daniel and went to kiss him, the teen backed away, moving his head. Trevor grabbed his face and held it, making eye contact, “See? You do that shit with a client and they are going to get pissed, they get pissed they don’t pay, they don’t [ay and suddenly you’re famous for a whole new thing, you get it?” Daniel nodded. Trevor let him go, “So let’s all partake in some medicinal relaxation, so the night goes smoothly for everyone.” John seemed like he was going to say something, but Daniel shook his head, “He’s right dad, we need to do this, and I…I can’t like this. If it lets me relax, I’m going to take it.” Tommy came up behind John, “You too daddy, trust me, it will make the evening go smoother.” They walked over to the bar and Trevor had two syringes, “Little price, big happy,” he said filling them from the vial. “What is that?” John asked. “Liquid ecstasy, it’s called Bliss, best happy money can buy.” “Will it knock me out?” Danial asked. Trevor shook his head as he tapped the needle, “Nope, you’ll feel the same as you did in the massage, relaxed and happy.” He injected Danial who gasped, “It’s warm…” he said as it moved up his arm and past his shoulder. When it hit his heart, his whole body seemed to melt, “Oh…” he said, slumping slightly. Tommy caught him and made sure he didn’t fall. “How you feeling stud?” he asked. Daniel smiled at him, “Nice…” Tommy leaned in and kissed him, the teen paused for a moment and then began to kiss him back. Trevor nodded, “There we go, your turn dad.” “Why do I need it?” “Because you’re going to watch total strangers fuck the shit out of your son and I don’t want you suddenly changing your mind and ruining things. Trust me, this will make the night go a lot quicker for you.” John held his arm out and Trevor injected him with the rest…he felt the same warmth creep through his body and he instantly relaxed, all his worries and concerns faded away. He glanced over and saw Daniel still making out with Tommy and his own cock throbbed a bit…his face grew red as he realized he was once again turned on by his own son. Tommy pulled back and left Daniel standing there, eyes closed, blindly groping for the kiss…when he opened his eyes he looked around and wiped his mouth. He was obviously embarrassed but covered it up quickly. Trevor walked over to Daniel, “OK listen up stud, first client is right up your alley. He’s young, made millions in crypto, and now does whatever he wants. He loves straight jocks like you and pays handsomely to be one of the first to cross the finish line with them. He’s arrogant and cocky, a lot like you, but do yourself a favor. Do what he says, you fight him, and he is going to punish you and not in a good way. All he wants is sex, give it to him ok?” Daniel nodded, his mind spinning from the drugs. “What do you say?” Daniel blinked at him blankly. Trevor slapped his cheek softly, “Yes sir, you say yes sir. What do you say?” “Yes sir,” Daniel said, his voice sounding like it was coming from far away. “Good boy,” he said, “Go sit down over there.” Daniel walked over to a large, oversized chair and plopped down. “What’s his name?” John asked Trevvor when he walked back to the bar. “The client?” John nodded. “Yeah, we don’t use names here, all you need to know is the guy has more money than god and dislikes being told no.” “Do they know who Daniel is?” Trevor shrugged, “I mean if they follow high school basketball maybe, but don’t worry, no one here is ever going to talk about what happened in this room.” John said nothing as his mind spun, he was trying to focus but every movement sent a chill of excitement up his spine. Even his clothes moving over his skin was making him hard, these drugs were not fucking around. There was a knock on the door and Trevor jumped up off his stool, “Showtime!” Trevor opened the door and a handsome young man walked in, leather jacket, sunglasses, he screamed young money. He gave Trevor and Tommy a shoulder bump before looking around, “So where’s dinner?” Trevor pointed to the chair where Daniel was sitting. He walked over and looked down at the jock, who sat in the chair smiling. Daniel sat in the oversized leather chair, his mind spinning from the drugs. He knew he should be terrified about what was about to happen, but instead, he was oddly calm with it all. He looked up at the man and smiled, "My name is Daniel," he said softly as if telling himself rather than speaking directly to anyone else. His voice seemed distant even to him; it felt like someone else was talking through him. The man knelt down in front of the boy, "You can call me daddy." Daniel giggled, finding the name hilarious for some reason. "Stand up for me," the man commanded, "Lemme see you." Daniel slowly stood, rising to his full height, standing a full six inches over the man. The unnamed man looked the boy up and down ravenously, "Oh you are incredible," his voice full of lust. Daniel giggled again, Thanks, daddy." The man's face grew serious, "Take your clothes off boy, lemme see that body." Daniel hesitated only slightly before pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled torso, slim waist, and impressive 8-pack. As he moved to take off his pants, he stumbled just a bit, caught by the drug's effect. The man helped him balance, gently guiding him towards the bed. Once there, they both paused, taking each other in, seeing how far apart they were despite being so close together. Then Daniel began to undress, while the man watched hungrily. Each piece revealed more of Daniel’s perfect form, from the well-defined pecs to the tight, rounded glutes that made up his ass. His limbs too, which though long and powerful had no trace of excess fat, giving him a gracefully athletic appearance. He lay there in just a worn jock strap, even soft the boy filled the Cottom pouch impressively, looking up at the man with bated breath. His heart raced faster in anticipation, yet somehow remained steady, thanks perhaps to the tranquility induced by the drugs. Meanwhile, the millionaire couldn't hold back anymore. With urgency, he pulled the elastic band aside, freeing Daniel's enormous member. It sprang forth instantly, starting to harden under the cool hotel air. The sight took the man’s breath away – something about witnessing such a display of raw masculinity and innocence drove him insane. It wasn't just the size, although it certainly contributed to the sensual power radiating from Daniel. No, it was also the vulnerability displayed in the wide eyes and trembling lips that drew him in. "Oh, you are so fucking hot," the man said, sliding his leather jacket off. Slowly the millionaire began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving Daniel's. Revealing a perfectly sculpted physique, his chest hair sparse and neat. When his trousers hit the floor, his erection strained against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Taking his time, he slipped them off, letting his cock spring forward, thick and proud. He stood there, letting the boy take his body in. This could not be happening. But it was, right here, now. Daniel looked at the man's cock in wonder, he was much bigger but seeing that thick member just leaking in front of him...it scared him but at the same time turned him on for some reason. "You like that boy?" the man asked as he stroked his length. Daniel shook his head, but his own cock was rock hard now, nudging the ridges of his perfect abs, “Not gay…” The man laughed, "Then grab my cock not gay boy," the man commanded in a stern voice. Reluctant but compelled, Daniel reached toward the man's throbbing cock. Despite everything, the heat and desire growing inside of him intensified when he touched the man's flesh. The feeling of it in his hands, firm and warm. It excited him strangely. The man gave a low groan, encouraging Daniel to continue stroking him. This newfound experience caused mixed feelings to arise within Daniel — fear, excitement, confusion, and arousal. “That’s a real man’s cock boy…worship it,” the man said in a low voice. Daniel obeyed reluctantly, running his fingers along the veins and the swollen head. Each stroke sent another wave of adrenaline coursing through his body. And then the millionaire stepped closer, standing over Daniel. “Show me how much you want it,” he whispered. Daniel found himself nodding silently, unable to resist. The millionaire pushed the boy's head down towards his cock. The teen whimpered slightly as his lips moved around the man's dick. He was shocked to feel the cock slip past his lips and enter his mouth. The man slapped the side of Daniel's head, "Cover your teeth boy! You've been blown before, learn from the bitches you've had!" Daniel's cheeks flushed red with shame and anger as he realized he wouldn't escape the situation easily. He submitted to the task without further resistance, moving his mouth up and down on the man's penis, attempting to satisfy him. The taste of the man’s precum filled the jock’s mouth and he was horrified to find he liked the taste…he closed his eyes as he worked the cock over the best he could. As Daniel deepened his technique, he heard the moans of pleasure coming from the man. It fueled him even more; his need to please the man became stronger. Though still conflicted internally, Daniel allowed himself to get lost in the physical aspect of the moment. He didn't have control, but his instinct told him to focus entirely on pleasing the man. "There ya go," the man said, running his hands through the boy's hair, "More tongue, work daddy's cock...come on slut...more!" Daniel nodded quickly, afraid of inciting the man's wrath. Gripping onto the base of the man's penis, he started to move up and down, suckling furiously. The sounds of pleasure emitted from deep within the man escalated, filling the room with raw eroticism. Sweat dripped down Daniel's forehead as he continued, trying to appease the man and delay the climax as long as possible. "Look at you, sucking my cock so good...and your big boy cock is so hard...you love this don't you?" the man asked Daniel. "Does it feel good to have daddy's cock in your mouth?" Daniel's face burned bright red, struggling between wanting to say yes and denying everything. Yet something strange stirred inside him—a dark hunger that matched the passionate gaze of the older man. Daniel looked up at the man and in a weak voice said, "Yes sir..." The man frowned, "I said call me daddy." Daniel swallowed hard, "Yes...daddy." The man smiled and pushed the boy down on his cock again, "Get back to work slut." Daniel tried his best to oblige, moving his mouth rapidly, a mixture of panic and arousal coursed through him. His instincts told him this shouldn't be happening. Nevertheless, he couldn't ignore the surge of physical gratification that came with each movement of his mouth. Every lick brought a new wave of intense sensations flooding his body. As he continued to service the man, he became increasingly lost in the foggy haze of the XTC and the ensuing ecstasy. His tongue sped up as he frantically worked the length of the man's cock, hating himself for liking it so much. "Oh that's it, work that cock bitch, such a big alpha jock sucking cock so well...look at you! Cock throbbing hard, leaking everywhere...you should have been doing this a long time ago!" he cried out suddenly, thrusting deeper into Daniel's mouth. The sudden force caused the boy to choke momentarily, but regaining control swiftly, he resumed pleasing the man without pause. He didn't understand why he kept going, why he enjoyed being degraded and used like this, but he couldn't stop. With one hand still holding onto the base of the man's cock, Daniel reached down to rub his own aching need. The motion was awkward due to the position, making his movements clumsy and unsatisfactory. "Don't touch that cock boy!' the man snapped, "You'll cum when I let you!" Daniel felt the fire burning in his loins grow stronger. He was ready to explode. Still, he obeyed, continuing to please the man, refusing to look up, focusing solely on what lay in his mouth. Inside, however, a storm of conflicting emotions roiled. Shame and humiliation threatened to consume him, why was he so hard? Why did he seem to like it so much? he should be throwing up not wanting to jerk off...but with every passing second the jock found himself wanting to please the man more and more... The man pulled his cock out of the teen's mouth and enjoyed the way the boy looked up at him with desperate eyes, his tongue sticking out, desperate to keep serving him. "Such a pretty slut," he said, slapping Daniel's face with his wet cock, "God the things we are going to do..." he said, slapping the boy's handsome face over and over. The words filled the boy with dread but at the same time, his body practically shook with lust. "Turn over, all fours, then reach back and pull back your ass cheeks for daddy." The command was cold and calculating, sending chills down Daniel's spine despite the drug-induced euphoria. Nonetheless, the boy dutifully complied, getting on all fours with his legs spread apart. Turning his head, he saw the man smirk triumphantly as he licked his lips. "Spread them wider, little piggy," he instructed, taking advantage of Daniel's vulnerable state. The man leaned down and began to lap at the boy's hole, teasing the tight entrance lightly before he pushed his way into the boy's quivering hole. Daniel gasped audibly, taken aback by the sheer intensity of the invasion. Even though he knew it would feel weird, somehow, he wanted it even more. The discomfort melded together with the other perverse emotions racing through him creating a chaos only heightened by the drug-induced haze. His entire focus shifted to the rhythmic push and pull of the man's large form behind him. With each movement, Daniel's eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, succumbing fully to the bliss and torment of the experience. "Oh god!" the teen gasped as he felt the man's tongue go deeper and deeper. As the man picked up pace, the strangeness transformed into an almost hypnotizing pleasure that took hold of Daniel's consciousness. Thoughts of home, school, friends – all seemed distant, replaced by the primal urge driving him ever forward. As the waves of pleasure consumed him, the weight of guilt subsided just enough for Daniel to lose track of time and space altogether. The man expertly manipulated his tongue, circling the tight ring of muscle that guarded entry. Daniel moaned softly as he pressed harder against the man's probing tongue, craving more than anything else the penetration it promised. The fullness felt unbearably delicious and terribly wrong at once. As the man gradually worked his tongue in and out, stretching Daniel's boundaries further with each thrust, he found himself crying out in ecstasy. The man grinned maliciously, knowing he held complete power over the helpless youth. He lapped greedily at Daniel's rear, pulling away occasionally to taunt the younger man, causing Daniel to writhe in anticipation, begging for more. "Beg daddy for more," he said before he plunged his tongue back into the teen's hole. Daniel groaned deeply, echoing the request, "Please Daddy!" he begged breathlessly. A shiver ran down his spine, intensifying the feeling coursing through his veins. In response, the man increased the speed and ferocity of his tongue strokes, pushing the limits of what Daniel thought possible. His eyes rolled back, a flush creeping up his neck, a moan slipping from his lips. The sensation was indescribably delightful yet repulsive, making Daniel question if he liked it or not. But he couldn't help himself as he rocked his hips in sync with the man's thrusts, arching his back further to offer better access. It wasn't merely desire anymore, but an addiction — the thrill of submitting consuming him completely. Each flick of the man's tongue seemed to trigger another wave of ecstatic sensations, leaving him utterly captivated by the foreign yet undeniably enticing stimulation. Meanwhile, he noticed how his own cock leaked with each pass of the man's slick tongue. The sight served as both a source of shame and a temptation as he wanted to jerk off so badly. Without warning, the man finally stopped his ministrations, drawing back slightly to admire his handiwork. "Ok turn over, on your back," the man snapped. Daniel turned over, exposing his chest, his sweaty body gleaming in the dim light of the luxurious hotel suite. The man looked down at the boy's flawless body and smiled, "Do you even know how hot you are?" The man moved between the teen's legs, spreading them with his own, "You are going to moan for me boy...I want to see that cock shoot as I fuck you!" Daniel's heart raced faster as the reality of what they were about to do hit him squarely in the face. Tears stung his eyes as the man grabbed his ankles and spread his legs wide, "Open up for daddy," he said, placing his thick cock at the boy's spit-covered hole. Daniel held his breath, overwhelmed by fear mixed with arousal. But then, unable to resist any longer, the man entered him slowly, watching the teen's face carefully as he entered him. Each inch sent shockwaves of raw pleasure pulsing throughout Daniel's body. Sweat trickled down his forehead, a sign of his growing anxiety, but also of the heat rising from deep within him. "Oh god...shit..." Daniel hissed as the cock filled his hole, "Oh shit you're in me! I can feel you in me!" he cried, hating the feeling of it as his body trembled with desire from it. “Faster”, he whispered hoarsely, trying to reconcile the confusion swirling inside him. As the man started to slam into his hole his hands found purchase on the sheets, digging into the expensive fabric as he bucked wildly beneath the man's brutal possession. "You like daddy's cock boy?" the man asked, keeping the teen's long, muscled legs spread as he fucked him harder and faster. Every thrust brought a new wave of intense sensations crashing through Daniel's body, threatening to break him apart. The room became a vortex of pure, dark passion as the man continued his assault on the vulnerable teen's body. With each powerful stroke, Daniel could hear his own gasps for air, intermingling with the loud grunts coming from the man whose cock impaled him repeatedly. "Answer me slut! Do you like daddy's cock?" Daniel closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, "Yes...yes, daddy…" he whimpered. The word 'daddy' escaped his lips like a sob, and the man above him visibly grew more excited, his heavy breath punctuating each labored thrust. "What a good boy", he purred, as the tip of his cock tickled something special inside Daniel. Daniel's back arched as he pushed his hips back to meet the man's cock, "Right there!" he growled, "Fuck me there!" The man laughed as he ran his cock over the boy's swollen prostate, "Here? Did I find your little jock clit? Did I boy?" Daniel tried to control his rapid breathing as he managed to nod weakly, feeling his body betray him again with a sudden surge of pleasure. "Did you know boys like you have a jock clit? Alpha males, who think they are the shit...deep in their tight pussies, a little clit that makes them a bitch...right boy? Am I making you my bitch?" Daniel nodded feebly, overcome with emotion, as his body responded without his consent. The man slammed into the jock teen harder, "Say it out loud boy, tell me you're my bitch!" Daniel fought hard against the verbal humiliation, attempting to regain some dignity amidst the physical degradation. Swallowing his pride, he managed to choke out, "No! I'm not your bitch!" Although the words rang false in his ears, his insides betrayed him again as his body shook with pleasure as the man's cock pounded his bitch button over and over. "You sure?" the man said smiling cruelly, "Cause bitches get to cum...you sure you aren't my bitch?" he asked again. Daniel bit his lip, fighting the conflicting feelings surging through him, in a pleading voice he asked, "Please let me cum..." "Only slut butches get to cum...are you my slut bitch?" the man asked, that cock homing in on the teen's swollen prostate like a guided missile. His body quivered violently, torn between wanting to escape and desperately needing release. Feeling his resolve crumble, Daniel surrendered to the man's forceful domination. His hands instinctively reached for the sheets as he bucked wildly beneath the man's savage attack. The sharp pain of his restraint only amplified the intensity of the pleasure he experienced as the man's cock continued to batter his most sensitive spot. "Tell me your daddy's slut," the man said, grabbing the jock's hips and pulling him back hard on his cock. Daniel gasped as the pressure built around his prostate, close to the edge now. Desperate for relief, he muttered, "Yes...your slut...please...let me cum." "Are you daddy's slut?" the man’s cock was just hammering his spot now, Daniel could feel his body shake with overwhelming pleasure, "Come on boy, are you daddy's little jock slut?" Daniel gritted his teeth, his desire to cum overwhelming his pride, "Oh please daddy! I’m your jock slut! Please let me cum...please daddy!" Daniel screamed, writhing uncontrollably underneath the man's merciless assault. Every fiber of his being craved release, yearning for respite from the torment. The bed sheets twisted around his wrists, anchoring him in place as he strained against his bounds. The rhythmic pounding of the man's pelvis drew ever closer to granting Daniel the reprieve he so desperately sought. Unable to contain himself any longer, his body began to tremble erratically. Glancing downwards, he saw the head of the man's thick, throbbing member slid into his tight hole over and over. Daniel felt his entire being quaking in anticipation of the moment when he would cum, cock untouched. "You my good boy?" the man asked as his cock slid over Daniel's prostate hard. Daniel opened his mouth to reply, finding no strength left to argue. All his resistance had evaporated along with his sense of self "I'll be good daddy..." He gave one final push against the man's hips before succumbing entirely to the power of the orgasm ripping through him. The sound of his own cry echoed in the room, the roar of a defeated animal forced to submit. Daniel's huge cock began to shoot, hot cum landing over the teen's hard body. Thick streams shot onto his abs, dripping down to pool in the valley below. His moans turned to groans, and suddenly all traces of resistance faded. The man leaned down and kissed the boy as he came, Daniel's arms moved around the man and pulled him close as his body shook with his orgasm. Daniel felt helpless against the other person fucking him. The man's hips slammed into his hole two more times before his cock swelled and filled the jock treen's ass with his own load. There was a warmth in his ass as Daniel felt the man breed him...an odd thrill even as he closed his eyes in horror. He had let the man cum inside of him...and he liked it! They stayed in each other's arms, Daniel shaking in the man's grasp. The man's voice was comforting, "Shhh, it's ok...daddy's got you." The teen felt himself hold on tighter to the stranger as his cock slid from his ass. "You did so good," the man said, kissing Daniel's face lightly, "Such a beautiful boy..." Without even thinking Daniel smiled,”Thank you, daddy," and slowly drifted off.

This chapter finds Jake with mixed and conflicting feelings and emotions beginning with recalling his daddy night fucking with Daddy and Felix and ending with his participation in the threesome with Dave and Kayode as the middleman. Are we seeing the beginnings of Jake the Gifter? I think so, but we will see what @pozchaser21has in store for Jake. We also see Jake's kindness by subjecting himself to the same fucking that Kayode is experiencing, so he still retains some of his personality from before his trip to the Poz Hotel. Continuing his superb story telling ability, @pozchaser21 takes us to the next logical step in Jake's adventure at the Poz Hotel. Jake is dealing with conflicting feelings of pleasure and regret--mirroring that of so many gay men who find getting bred by other men so satisfying sexually and risky to their bodies. The real "trick" of writing fiction is to write it so it is believable, and this story reads as a memoir of a poz chaser in real life. Thank you, @pozchaser21!

Ciao a tutti. Sono francese di origine italiana. Vivo a Nizza, vicino al confiné di stato. Sono 100% Bareback niente condom neanche prep. Mi piaciono le porcate con maschi robusti e pelosi. -‐------------------------------------------------------------------ Hi buds. I'm French with origins from Italy. I live in Nice, close to the frontier. I'm 100% Bareback, no condoms, no prep. Never. I love hot sex with stocky hairy guys

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10 weeks. Basic training. It was hell so I was rarely horny and I had zero privacy. I only got turned on once at the end as a cute, but stupid, guy shaved his cock and balls smooth in the shower right in front of me while I changed. I blew the biggest load in the shower back home a few days after leaving base.

"...Anything that science can devise, science can analyse and synthesise." aka with enough time, effort and/or money, anything can be broken into/cicumvented.

No matter what the topic is whenever someone channels Maude Flanders and says "WON'T SOMEONE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!" they don't really give a shit about children. Guaranteed.

I would not be down for this top or bottom. If you're a beginner either stretch out or start on a dude with smaller hands. It's not all that uncommon for kinky guys with small hands to have a lot of experience fisting because hands are something really easy to see at all times and so we get hit on specifically for that. Pain lets you know on a scale of 1-10 how bad your about to fuck yourself up, with 1 being fine and 10 being oh yeah we fucked up ER now. Pushing it down isn't ideal. Plus the pain is supposed to give way to feel amazing rather than "meh".

Very HOT