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May I politely ask, Isn't such a policy racist? After all the Germans have contributed more to Kink culture and barebacking than other nationality. I bet, gay men who like to have fun sex have Berlin on the Top of their list of places to visit . Historically speaking: it was Berlin, Germany that gave birth to the modern Gay movement and not StoneWall, USA — as is often assumed and reported in the U.S gay media. While Stonewall was a milestone in the US Gay rights movement it did not give birth to the U.S. gay rights movement. The formation of the Mattachine Society almost 2 decades before the StoneWall riots¹ as first national gay rights movement, and which caused a stink with the US Government who within a month came out with a Senate report titled "Employment of Homosexuals and Other Sex Perverts in Government", can be legitimately considered to be the spark of the modern Gay Rights movement in the U.S.; while the US Supreme Court verdict in favor of gay rights in the One, Inc. v. Olesen case which let the gay magazine "One: The Homosexual Magazine." escape obscenity charges can be rightly located as the birth of the gay rights movement in the US. To put history into perspective, English speaking homosexuals from the United States mustered the courage to give up on their WASP values and have gay sex and be more open about their homosexuality mostly after visiting Berlin in the 1930s and 40s and getting exposed to the thriving gay culture in the Weimar Republic, beautifully described in many books particularly Gay Berlin by Robert Beachy. Authors like Gore Vidal, Edmund White etc. who made the 'unspeakable vice' acceptable in Anglo-Saxon literature, and started writing openly gay novels had found refugee in Berlin during the Inter War period and where able to, indeed, be gay because of the generosity of the Germans. Isn't it fair that we acknowledge the historic role of Germany in the gay rights movement and allow people who do not speak English the right to write in German, if they wish. I do see some Europeans on the site who would benefit from such a policy and am positive someone would step forward and volunteer to moderate in German, soon. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ¹ [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/americanexperience/features/stonewall-milestones-american-gay-rights-movement/

Athlete four Corey Hawkins was now sitting in the back of a rusty van on a country road. His hands and feet were still tied but his blindfold had been removed a while ago. Beside the driver, two other guys – all likely Mexicans – were seated next to him. The one on his right, around his age, kept smiling at him while the other one and the driver just ignored him. Corey did not speak Spanish, so he did not understand what the three gringos were saying or the answers to his questions. Corey remembered leaving home at 5h30 earlier this morning (or yesterday?) and got on the bus around 6h. Then the first time he woke up, he was not on the bus anymore. Some sort of van. The second time, because of the noises it made, he figured he was in a truck. He was awake when they transferred him to this van. The sun was still hot but was declining, so maybe 12 to thirteen hours had passed. He was still in his uniform. No one probably knew where he was, except for the HMS Corporation. But he didn’t know that yet. The gringos suddenly became more agitated and chattier. They were laughing and seemed happy about what was going on. Suddenly, a black point at the horizon could be seen, and the road was going right in its direction. Corey thought about a rest stop or a gas station. The black point became bigger and bigger, and soon Corey was able to discern a four-building lot. There were few black pick-ups, and 15 to 20 motorcycles parked in front of the main 2-story building. A flickering red neon in the right windows announced: “Vacancy”. The smiling Mexican put on a leash to his collar and pulled him inside. It was a bar. Some patrons were sitting on stools. Most of the clientele were sitting in front of a stage drinking cold beer or tequila shots. As they walk toward the back of the place, conversation stalled before starting again in a more ambiguous way. Corey had a bad feeling. They stopped in front of an open door leading to an office. A well-dressed man was sitting behind an old desk. At the snap of his fingers, the man indicated to the Mexican to untie him and to leave them alone and another snap ordering to sit. “Do you dance?” “Hun? Yes but…” “Ok, show me” “What? No… listened…” The man was on him so fast that Corey didn’t know if was even possible. The man was easily twice his size and probably 6’4”. “You listen carefully. This is an entertainment establishment for men. A striptease club. You undressed for the clientele while you dance sensually, slowly like a teasing bitch, and eventually you get naked. If you do a good job, they tip you. Otherwise, they don’t. And if they take a like of you, they will give you more money for some “alone time” with them.” “But…” “Ssshh… Surely, you don’t want to tell me there is a mistake and that I am wrong, do you now? You don’t want me to be mad at you? “No, but…” “There is no but or what. Just ‘Yes sir’ and ‘Thank you sir’, nothing else. After a friendly slap on his cheek, the man regained his seat calmly. “Now dance for me” Corey found himself dancing for the man. He was down to his jockstrap and was doing everything to delay the inevitable. Corey had a nice average cock, in accordance with his body. The man was starring at him. Bored. The man is bored, thought Corey. Closing his eyes, he put his fingers in the band of the jockstrap, decided to get over the supplice. At 3 in the morning, Corey was back in the small office where the man was counting the money. That first night, Corey got 7 dollars in tips while dancing, 2 dollars for serving beers and a meager 2150 dollars in “alone time” tips. “Well, let me tell you boy, I am not impressed. You are far from the expected target. Unbelievable, Corey thought. He sucked dicks after dicks right after they pulled him down the stage, not before they spanked him with a paddle for a long time before. His ass was still on fire. Dried cum was caking his cheeks. At least no one fucked him. He sucked cocks of different sizes, colors and smell. He swallowed vile cum from bikers. “Take him with you in the mechanics quarter until his next shift” Corey was too exhausted to protest when the smiling gringo dragged him through the back door to another building. Corey looked at the mattress on the floor before him and wasn’t sleepy anymore. The mattress had seen better days. A slight push and he stumbled on top of it. Smiling gringo was undressing quickly – shoes, pant and shirt – revealing a well-defined body. Wide eye, sprawled on his back, Corey cringed at the naked man. The guy was all muscles and not the skinny guy he appeared to be. A large cross – a plus sign in reality - was tattooed from his chest to his navel. Corey was more worried about what was hanging between the man’s legs. A thick 9-inches and still growing massive cock was hanging down, swinging like a pendulum. Few loose strokes and the “thing” had reached the incredible 12-inches size. In a flash, smiling gringo was kneeling between his thighs, lifting his legs over his shoulders and nudging the head cock at his hole. “He's not seriously going to fuck me” Corey told himself as he starts backing off. Gringo was not smiling anymore. With a powerful grip, Gringo reached out and slammed into Corey’s groin. The strong hand dug into his naked crotch and clamped shut tightly around the already exposed nuts. Gringo pulled Corey back into position by his balls and lodged the uncut cock at the virgin hole. With an up and down movement, Gringo was buttering his asslips with precum, adding spit once or twice in the process. He continued to stretch and squeeze the poor nuts with in a wise-grip hand, kneading and crushing them between his long fingers. Corey opened his mouth to yell. Gringo was expecting it and inserted two other long fingers inside his mouth. “Suck” asked Gringo as he added pressure on his tormented balls and started churning his fingers. The command registered in Corey’s brain and with survival reflex his tongue and lips followed in motion. Wet with hot saliva, the fingers were shoved in his precum-slicked ass. Unprepared for such action, Corey screamed at the intrusion. Screams that had no other effect than putting back a smile to the Gringo’s face and awakened the 2 other men in the mechanic’s barrack. The fingers went back and forth between his ass and his mouth a few times, then to his mouth only, only to find out that Smiling Gringo was now shoving the fingers in his own ass before returning them in Corey’s mouth to be cleaned! Disgusted by the fact he was licking the ass slime from another man, Corey also realized that his own cock was in semi-hard state, and to add to his shame, he heard himself moaning as the fingers were now hitting his prostate softly. “Pussy” Smiling Gringo shoved forward his humongous cock, hard enough to knock down his breathe and breaking the seal of his virginity forever. If the pain inflicted by the cock head was a taste of what the “thing” would do, Corey wanted to die. Both guys remained still, almost. Smiling Gringo just rocked his body a few times, gaining a quarter of an inch in the warm gut, just enough to push the large cock head over his love nut. Enough to send Corey in la-la land. Corey contracted his ass, trying to reproduce the incredible sensation. “Is that how it feels to be fucked?” Yes, the pain was still there, but the cock was creating an overwhelming sensation close but different of an orgasm. Despite the ass ring effort to prevent it, Gringo slide his cock to the hilt without much effort, rearranging Corey’s gut on the way Smiling Gringo had lay down over Corey and was alternating kissing and biting his neck. In this new position, Corey was able to see past his fucker where 2 other naked men were slowly stroking their fat cock. Smiling Gringo fucked Corey for along 45 minutes, cumming twice deep in the virgin ass. The fuck had left Corey exhausted and somehow in an ecstatic mood, mostly after Smiling Gringo had given him the best satisfying blowjob ever, swallowing in what would be his last negative load. Then one of the men turned him on his stomach and thrusted his cock in and rabbit-fucked him until he came inside him and left the room without a word. The last one had a fatter cock and cause Corey to wince which didn’t go unnoticed by Smiling Gringo who offered his cock for a lazy suck. The last guy pulled out and indicated to Smiling Gringo to fuck me again. He was not fully hard again, but with a horse-size cock, it didn’t really matter. Corey’s little ass would feel it again. The third guy went behind Smiling Gringo pushing him down and started hard-fucking Gringo. It was long before Gringo came again in my sore ass and the other guy in Smiling Gringo. I felt asleep between Smiling Gringo’s legs while eating the cum out of his ass. Corey don’t know how much time had passed, it was still dark outside, but he got awaken twice by having a cock shove in his ass. They did a train on him that night. In the wee hour, Smiling Gringo fucked him again until his morning wood had gone down and his ass filled with another poz load. Out of nowhere, Smiling Gringo pulled out a butt plug and shoved it in Corey slimy ass. “If it doesn’t take this time, don’t worried my love, I will there for you until you get converted and after”, said a really happy and satiated Gringo. Corey did not understand a fucking word as he wasn’t speaking Spanish. *** Let just say that Adam was not meant to be a first-class cocksucker. Let’s just say, he failed his lesson a second time. So, it is with a few missing teeth that Adam found himself on his back with a viagra-fueled Dimitri fucking him like a madman, adding load after load of poz cum in the loose ass. Alex was a wreck. According to poster boy Martin, he had won the lottery – 14 poz fucks -and assured him that all the frat boys, including him, would made sure to fuck him to nirvana. Fucked, he got. Nirvana, not so sure. In fact, he was pretty sure that some if not all boys took a second turn on him. It was hard for him to say as his eyes were caked with cum and spit for most of the time. Joey had arrived at the camp a few hours before Dimitri lashed it out on Adam’s hole. “You are a mess” an older man said to Joey, taking him by the collar to the camp restroom. “This is your houseboy lesson. You are to clean the toilets spotlessly with your mouth. If you do a good job, then you won’t need to do the floor. Don’t flush them, they don’t work. If you are thirsty, well, you know where to drink. I will be back, don’t waste your time if you want to avoid a punishment.” It was in this predicament: on his knees, collared, hands and legs and cock-caged that Joey reminisced his last day. On his way, he had given blowjobs to the three men that pick him up from his neighbor’s house. His faggot neighbor! The same one that fuck him! Then they had drop him at some place where a larger-than-life man with a horse cock fucked him. The man told him his future, what he would become – a faggot! He cried. He pleaded to the man to no avail. It was with a gaping hole that he was brought here, a scout camp. Kneeling in the dirt where the three men had fun pissing on him. Joey looked at the first stall. The toilet was pretty clean. The water in the bowl was clear but drops of piss were apparent on the rim. May be there was hope after all. How low had he become! Reluctantly, he started by licking the cold rim, then spitting in some piss stain spot, mostly to dilute the taste. He was satisfied with the job and crawled to the second stall. Unfortunately, the second one was filled with dark yellow piss. Where the bowl of the first stall was almost immaculate, this one was stained beyond imagination. How would he be able to clean this? Joey flinched when someone entered the restroom and walked to the first stall and start pissing in the bowl. Still on his knees, Joey was able to see a pair of naked feet and droplets of piss raining on the floor, and surely on the toilet as the man didn’t bother to aim with precision. “Arrgh”, the man exclaimed. Joey remained silent hoping the man would leave quickly. Joey saw the feet moving towards him. “Ah there you are, pisslicker! The boss said you were here. Clean my toes, there is piss on it. Come on it’s fresh from the source!” the man said. The man was wearing a black jockstrap. After cleaning the toes, the man got Joey to clean his cock which turned into sucking, and when hard, the man pushed Joey’s head into the piss-filled bowl and fuck him without mercy” “Good cunt! Pisslicker! Take my poz load like a good faggot!” Joey would have replied that he was not a faggot, if the man hadn’t pushed his face deeper in the piss. Once he came, the stranger wiped his cock on Joey’s hair. Joey was breathing heavily. The man had almost drowned him! In piss! It was absurd! How could this happen? Yesterday, he was a friendly student athlete, girlfriend prospecting, a good boy to his parents… and… and now… he was sucking cock, licking piss and taking toxic cum in the ass!

I prefer naked. Actually I'm naked as much as I can be. home, outside, driving.. where ever.

Here are some happy images of the medical profession recommending Lucky Strikes: [think before following links] https://tobacco.stanford.edu/cigarettes/doctors-smoking/20679-physicians/ Not sure why people are so trusting of the medical profession. Many amazing care providers but they have to deal with the same corrupting forces that most other professions have to deal with.

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Part Three Peter sat in the office, not sure if he was breathing. Harry was holding up his suit and smiling, “Anything you want to tell us?” Peter was already twitching, it had been hours since his last hit of Bliss and he was coming down hard, so he his agitation was already escalated, “Um, Halloween costume?” he joked. Harry held up his webshooters, “Yeah they don’t sell this at Spirit Halloween kid,” he leaned forward, “I know who you are Spider-Man.” Peter’s eyes darted back and forth, wondering if he could make a run for it… Harry leaned back and smiled, “You can go anytime you want kid, you know that.” The man put a hundred-dollar bill down on the desk, “All yours.” “It was more last time!” Peter complained, trying not to itch. “Yeah but you used a lot of Bliss…that shit is expensive…this is me being nice.” Peter looked at the bill and then to the drawer where he knew Harry kept the stuff. He could just take it, rip the drawer out and just… “I’ve seen that look on a lot of junkie before,” Harry said, “So let me give you some advice. Yes you can take what you want, yes you can steal from me and leave but here is the kicker. I have you on camera, doing…horrible things kid. The kind of things the Avengers don’t let pass, and you can take the hit I have in my desk but that’s going to be it. You won’t find anymore…unless you think Dr. Strange is gonna magic you up some if you suck his cock.” The man laughed as Peter felt his stomach sour…they had filmed everything…oh god what had he done? His veins felt like they were filled with ants he was jonesing so hard…fuckfuckfuck. “Look Spidey, you want some more shit? You want all the shit you can handle? It’s simple baby…” he tossed the costume to the teen, “Put it on and let’s do a movie.” Peter held the suit close to his chest, this was the last thing he had…the last pure thing that had been untouched by the spell. No MJ, no Ned, no Aunt may…just this…and now…he was going to lose that too. A stab of pain went through his entire body as the first withdrawal pang hit, his enhanced sense making the small discomfort feel like a wildfire. He gripped the cloth tightly… And he knew he had no choice. “Where can I change?” he asked in a quiet voice. Harry laughed, “What you’re shy all of a sudden? Come on kid, strip for me and put on a show. Earn that Bliss!” Harry said mockingly as Peter stood up from the desk, his hands shaking as he removed the t-shirt he was wearing. Harry watched him closely, his voice dripping with lust as he said, “That’s it, strip for me. Show me that fucking body of yours.” Peter couldn’t believe what he was doing, but he was desperate. He shoved his jeans down and kicked them off, standing there naked. Harry laughed, “Fucking gorgeous, kid. I can’t wait to see you in action.” Peter stepped into the Spider-Man suit, feeling the snug pull of familiar fabric against him, a tiny comfort in all this fucked-up chaos. It was a moment of comfort in the midst of this nightmare. He zipped up the suit, the red and blue colors standing out starkly against the dingy room. Harry whistled, "Damn, you look good in that suit. You are the real thing." Peter turned to face Harry, his eyes filled with a mix of fear, anger, and desperation. "What do you want me to do?" Harry smirked, "Well, let's see. How about you give me a show? Strip tease for the camera. Make it sexy. Make it hot but keep the mask on, I want to see Spider-Man whore himself out, not whoever the fuck you are.." Peter hesitated, but the thought of another hit of Bliss pushed him forward. He took a deep breath, trying to push away the shame and self-disgust that threatened to overwhelm him. He reached up to unmask himself, but Harry stopped him. "No, no, no, kid. What did I just say? Keep the mask on. We want the hero, not the boy. Now, turn around and give us a show." Peter turned slowly, heart hammering. He felt Harry's stare burning into him, the camera’s unblinking lens, and knew countless unseen eyes were watching—getting off on his humiliation. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand, and began to dance. He swayed his hips, slowly running his hands over his body, teasingly pulling on the fabric of the suit. He could feel the eyes on him, watching him, judging him, but he pushed the thoughts away and focused on the sensation of the fabric against his skin. He turned around, bending over, giving the camera a view of his ass in the tight suit, and slowly pulled the bottoms down, revealing his legs, his thighs, his ass. He heard Harry let out a low whistle, and he stood up, kicking the suit down to his ankles, and turned to face Harry. He was naked except for the mask, his body on display for the man and the camera. He was uncomfortably hard, his cock standing at attention despite the whole situation. "Good boy," Harry purred, "Now prove you're Spider-Man, jump up on the ceiling and jerk off for me...show the world that Spidey is a fucking pervert!" Peter hesitated, his mind screaming at him to run, but his body was already moving, drawn to the ceiling like a magnet. He pushed off and launched himself upwards, ;landing on the ceiling with a soft thud, his hands splayed out for balance. He looked down at Harry, who was watching him with an evil grin, making sure the camera caught everything. "That's it, Spidey, now show us how you play with that big cock of yours," Harry commanded. Peter swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he had to do. He reached down and grabbed his cock, which was already rock hard. He started to stroke himself slowly, teasingly, as he looked down at Harry who was filming him. "C'mon, Spidey, we wanna see you do it like you mean it," Harry called out. Peter took a deep breath and started to stroke himself faster, his grip tightening around his shaft. He could feel his pleasure building as he jacked himself off on the ceiling. He tried to imagine he was anywhere else, anywhere but here. He thought about MJ, about their first kiss, about how she used to laugh at his jokes. He tried to hold onto those feelings, to let them carry him through this. But Harry's voice from below was a constant reminder of where he actually was. "That's it, Spidey, fuck that cock for us. You gonna shoot your webs for us?" Peter tried to block out the voice, but it was like a whip lashing at him, driving him on. He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He tried to ignore Harry's taunts, tried to focus on the feel of his hand on his cock, the way his body was responding to the touch. But Harry's voice was insistent, relentless. "Come on, stud, you can do better than that. Show us how you fuck yourself with that big cock. Show us how you like it rough." Peter shivered, a wave of desire and shame crashing over him. He wanted to cum, wanted to feel that release, that brief moment of oblivion. But he also wanted to fight it, to resist the degradation, the humiliation. He gripped his cock tighter, his knuckles white, and pumped his fist faster. "You fucking asshole," he hissed, his chest heaving with exertion. "You fucking dick, making me do this. Making me fucking whore myself out." Harry laughed from below, his voice echoing in the dingy room. "That's it, Spidey. Get mad. Get angry. Let it fuel you. You know you love it. You love being a fucking whore for me." Peter's body betrayed him, his cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked it furiously. He could feel the orgasm building, his balls tightening as his body pressed against the ceiling. "Fuck you!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the room as he stared down at Harry, his enemy, his tormentor. He wanted to fuck him up, wanted to tear him apart with his bare hands. But his body was on another page, loving the sensation of being used, of being degraded. Harry watched, his eyes glued to the screen, as Peter jerked off for him. "That's it, kid. Stroke that cock. Show the world what you can do with that big dick of yours. Come on, Spidey, give us a show.” Harry taunted, his voice dripping with perverse delight. Peter, his body glistening and his cock throbbing in his hand, looked down at Harry, his eyes filled with a volatile mix of anger, humiliation, and a dark arousal he couldn't deny. He wanted to spit in the man's face, to tear him apart with his bare hands. But at the same time, his cock was hard and heavy in his hand, his body on fire with need. The boy gasped as he felt his balls start to churn…fuck he was going to cum! Peter was gritting his teeth, his mind reeling as he stroked his cock, he could feel his orgasm building, his balls drawing tight as his body shook with the effort. He was close, so fucking close! “Oh fuck!” Peter cried out, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!” “Do it Spidey,” Harry whispered, “Shoot those webs for the camera!” Peter’s body tensed, his moans filling the dingy room. He could feel it building, the pressure in his balls, the heat in his veins, everything was building to this moment. He felt like a rubber band pulled too tight, ready to snap. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body covered in sweat as he jacked off for the camera, for Harry. “Oh fuck!” he cried out, his body convulsing as he felt the first shot of cum leave his cock. It hit the ceiling with a splat, the second and third shots following quickly, coating the wall with his release. Peter's body shook with the force of his orgasm, his muscles tense and his breath coming in ragged gasps. He couldn't take his eyes off Harry, even as his body convulsed and twitched with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Harry smiled, watching the boy squirm and gasp as he came down from his high. "Fucking gorgeous, Spidey," he said, clapping his hands together in appreciation. "You are a fucking natural. You should see yourself, kid,” he put the camera down and opened the drawer, “Now come on down here and get paid.” Like a trained dog Peter flipped down to the floor, his cock throwing the last drops of cum everywhere. Harry pulled the needle filled with Bliss out and the boy eagerly put his arm out. Harry held the syringe up, “You gonna be a good boy from now on?” Peter, still wearing the mask nodded, “Yes sir.” Harry smiled and plunged it into this skin, pushing the drug into the teen. Peter sighed as he felt the pain and agitation fade away…replaced with pure pleasure…he stumbled back and Harry caught him, “That’s ok baby, sleep…when you wake up I’ll have your next dance partner.” “I can’t dance…” Peter mumbled as he passed out, the sound of Harry’s laughing was the last thing he heard. His dreams were all dark, him running down a crooked hallway…it was like fighting Mysterio all over again except this time…he knew it was real. When he woke up he was on the dingy bed he had been fucked on twice now…he sat up, still flying from the Bliss. He looked around and saw the men setting up the cameras, ignoring him completely. Harry walked in and clapped his hands, “Spidey! You’re awake.” It took Peter a minute to remember the man had found his costume…he touched his face and realized he had passed out with his mask on! He went to take it off and Harry shook his head, “Leave it on, you’re going to be performing as Spider-Man today anyways.” Harry handed him a bottled water, “Drink up, the Bliss will dry you out.” Peter pulled the bottom of the mask up and downed the liquid in one gulp…what was he in for now? When he was done Harry tossed his uniform at him, “Put it on, make sure it’s on correct,” he pointed to the bathroom, “When you walk out I want perfect Spider-man, not crack whore kid got it?” Peter walked into the bathroom, putting the costume on…looking at himself in the mirror… He took his mask off and looked at himself…with the Bliss running through him his normal shyness was gone…and he looked at himself in the mirror…he looked fucking good! He cupped his cock and felt the thrill of the contact…god why did this feel so good? There was a knock on the door, “You’re on Spider-Man!” Peter pulled the mask on and walked out, hating and loving every second of this. He walked out and there were two men standing there, smiling…they were huge hulking guys that looked like they worked at the docks. They both looked him up and down, licking their lips as they grinned… “Spidey,” Harry said, “This is Joe and Keith…your scene partners today.” Peter gulped, these guys were huge…two at the same time? “How do we know this is the real Spider-Man?” Joe, the larger of the two asked. “Spidey! Up boy!” Harry barked like he was talking to a dog, “Up!” he pointed to the ceiling. Peter looked at Harry, then at the two huge men, and finally at the ceiling. Sighing Peter flipped up to the ceiling, clinging to it effortlessly, looking down at the shocked men. Joe’s mouth hung open, “And he’ll let us fuck him?” he asked awed. “He will if I say so,” Harry said pulling out another syringe and looked up at Peter, “Come on boy, heel!” Peter instantly jumped down, hating he was responding like a trained dog. He held his arm out and Harry pushed another hit of Bliss into the boy, “There ya go…remember, mask stays on ok?” Peter nodded, his mind fuzzy and warm again, as he looked at the two men towering over him. “You’re sure he’s gonna take both of us?” Joe asked, eyeing Peter’s ripped body. “Oh yeah, he’s a fucking natural,” Harry replied, clapping his hands together. "Just watch." Peter looked down at the two men, his cock throbbing in his suit. He knew what was expected of him, and he hated it, but he was powerless to stop it. He was a puppet, and Harry was pulling the strings. Joe grabbed Peter’s head and pushed him down, “Then what you waiting for bitch, get my cock out!” Peter looked up at him, his eyes flicking to Harry who stood by the camera, ensuring every angle was captured. His hands moved up and undid the man’s belt and unzipped his jeans, fishing out a huge, thick uncut cock…it was soft but it was obviously a beast. Peter pulled the bottom of his mask up and took the cock into his mouth. Joe gasped as the boy’s mouth began to work his cock to life, “Holy fuck…Spider-Man is sucking my cock!” Keith stood by, stoking his cock through his jeans as he watched the hero suck his partner off. He took his own cock out and Peter’s eyes darted to it as he sucked Joe… He was nearly as big as Joe, but his cock was cut and pierced, a silver barbell running through the head. Peter's eyes watered as he tried to take more of the thick cock into his mouth. He gagged slightly, but Joe just grabbed his head and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deeper down Peter's throat. "Fuck yeah, take it like a good little slut," Joe groaned, his hand tightening in Peter's hair. Peter's eyes streamed with tears as he tried to breathe around the cock in his mouth. “Let me try,” Keith asked eagerly, bring his cock close to the boy’s mouth. Joe laughed, “Come on Spider-Man, suck my buddy off too!” He pushed Peter’s head towards Keith’s cock, which was now rock hard and leaking pre-cum. Peter, tear-streaked and drooling, took Keith’s cock into his mouth, the taste metal mingling in his mouth, the smell of their arousal filling his nose. He was gagging, his eyes watering, but he forced himself to take it, forcing himself to be the slut they wanted him to be. He could hear Harry laughing, could feel the camera whirring away, capturing every humiliating moment. “Dude he sucks cock good!” Keith said marveling at the hero on his knees. Joe grinned, “Yeah but we didn’t come here for a blow job, hey Spidey…why don’t you be a good little cunt and get us naked?” Peter looked up at the huge men, his heart pounding in his chest, he wanted to fight, to scream, to kick and punch…but the Bliss had him under its spell, and he knew there was no use. He pushed himself up, his body exhausted from the days of abuse and began to undress Joe first. The man grunted and helped, pulling his shirt over his head and kicking off his boots. Peter unzipped his jeans and slid them down, revealing Joe's massive cock, hard and ready. He glanced back at Keith, who was watching with a hungry look, his own cock throbbing in his hand. Kieth smiled, “My turn baby, get me naked.” Keith smiled, “My turn baby, get me naked.” Peter turned to Keith, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the men's eyes on him, watching, waiting, eager. He reached for Keith's shirt and began to unbutton it, revealing the man's thick, hairy chest. Keith helped, pulling the shirt off and tossing it to the side. He was already hard, his cock sticking out of his jeans. Peter slid them off and he saw the member was had a tattoo on it...it was a scorpion, it's tail trailing down to the huge cockhead with the piercing in it. Peter looked over at Joe and saw the same tattoo on his neck… and a horrible realization sank in… Joe grabbed him by the back of his uniform and tossed him on the bed, “Yeah you recognize us now?” he said angrily, “You fucked up our arms deal on the ferry…sent our boss Mac to jail…” Peter felt his blood turn to ice as he realized who these thugs were. “This isn’t a grudge fuck,” Joe said moving on to the bed, “This is fucking revenge!” Peter was speechless as the man looked down at him grinning, “So be a good girl and pulled those pants off…come on Spider-Man, show me that hero pussy.” Peter knew what he had to do, he couldn’t fight them…not like this…not with the Bliss running through his veins. He grabbed the bottom of his suit and pulled it off, his cock already hard and throbbing. Joe grabbed his ankles and pushed them up, spreading Peter’s legs wide. He looked down at the boy’s cock and licked his lips, “Damn kid, you’re already hard…you like this? You like being used by us?” Peter could only nod, a shiver of shame and arousal running through him as the man spoke. Joe kept the teen’s legs spread as he leaned down and began to lick the boy’s hole savagely. Peter gasped and squirmed, the sensation both humiliating and arousing. Joe looked up and grinned, “Fuck, you taste good, Spidey.” He spat on the boy’s ass and rubbed it in, his fingers slipping inside to prepare Peter for what was to come. Peter bit his lip, trying to hold back the moan that wanted to escape. He knew he couldn’t fight this, not with the Bliss coursing through his veins. He could only take it, endure the humiliation, and pray that this would end soon. “Keith, why don’t you get this hero to polish your Prince Albert?” Keith brought his cock to Spider-Man’s face, “Come on boy, polish that chrome for me.” Keith’s cock. He didn’t want to do this, but he knew he had no choice. He opened his mouth and took the cockhead in, swirling his tongue around the barbell piercing. Keith groaned, “Fuck yeah, that’s it. Suck that chrome clean.” Peter gagged slightly on the taste of metal and pre-cum, but he forced himself to take more of the cock into his mouth. He could feel the barbell scraping against the roof of his mouth, and he almost gagged again. Joe added a second finger as Peter choked on the cock in his mouth, his body responding as he sobbed internally…he hated he was into this…loathed the way he pushed back on the thugs fingers…he was straight! This wasn’t him! Peter thought wildly as he felt the cold metal slide against his tongue. He gagged again, tears filling his eyes as he stared up at Keith, who grinned down at him. "You like that, don't you, Spidey? You like sucking on my chrome? Wait until you feel it tickling your cunt, chicks love my metal!" Peter could only moan in response, his body betraying him as his cock throbbed in his suit, desperate for release. He tried to focus on the sensation, tried to push away the thought of who he was, what he was doing. A third finger was pushed into him and he moaned around the cock…his tongue unconsciously playing with the metal rod…the man didn’t have to hold his legs open anymore, Peter was spreading them willingly. Joe spat on the hole he was finger fucking and slapped Peter’s ass. “Turn over, Spidey. Let’s get a better angle,” he said, and before Peter could react, he was flipped onto his stomach. Joe spread his ass cheeks wide, “Keith, you fuck his mouth, I’m gonna fuck his ass.” Keith grinned and moved behind Peter, his cock ready to be sucked again. Peter felt a wave of panic, but it was swiftly swallowed by the Bliss in his system. He felt Keith’s cock push against his lips, and he opened his mouth to accept it. Peter felt the thick cockhead of Joe push at his hole as Keith’s cock was shoved down his throat…he closed his eyes…hating what his cock was rock hard under him as he waited to get fucked by common criminals! “Spread ‘em wide, Spidey,” Joe groaned, his hands on Peter’s ass as he pushed his cockhead into Peter’s tight, little hole. “You’re gonna take every fucking inch.” Peter grabbed fistfuls of the sheets, knuckles white as the thick head pressed into him, forcing a sharp gasp from his throat. The pain was intense, but the Bliss was already numbing his mind, pushing him to accept the invasion. Keith’s cock was fucking his mouth, his hands gripping Peter’s hair, forcing him to take every inch. Peter felt the bull cock stretch his hole wide as he groaned around Keith’s cock, Joe was relentless, not pausing, just pushing inch after inch of wrist thick cock into Peter’s hole. The pain was intense, but the drug in his system was dulling it, replacing it with a fucked-up euphoria. He could feel every vein, every ridge of the man’s cock as it slid in, breaching him in a way he never thought he could be breached. He moaned loudly around Keith’s cock, his body accepting the invading organ. Peter’s toes curled as he felt his insides being stretched to their limits, his body felt full, stuffed with hard cock. The Sharp pain melted seamlessly into a twisted, irresistible pleasure. “Oh fuck!” Joe called out, “Fucking take every single inch you fuckin cunt…” Keith looked at his friend, “Tight?” Joe just nodded, “Like fucking butter man…I can feel his ass quivering around my cock!” Peter’s whole body shook with the force of the cock burrowing into him, his moans muffled against Keith’s cock. He could feel the stretch and burn of Joe’s cock filling him, but the dark pleasure of the invasion was overwhelming. He pushed back, taking more of the thick shaft into him, his body betrayed by its own desire. Joe stopped moving and laughed, “That’s it Spidey…back up on my cock…fuck yourself like a good little bitch.” Peter moaned and complied, pushing his body back against Joe’s, impaling himself further on the throbbing cock. It was huge! The thickest thing he had ever felt and his ass sang as it slid deeper inside him. He felt stretched and filled, his body aching with the pressure. “Fuck yeah,” Joe groaned, “Take that cock, you little slut.” He grabbed Peter’s hips and started to thrust, fucking his ass with long, hard strokes. Peter could feel the motion of the cock inside him, the way it hit his insides, the way it pulled out and then slammed back in, deeper each time. “He’s doing it!” Joe laughed, “The fucking slut is fucking himself on my cock!” He put his arms behind his head as Peter rutted back against his cock, moaning around Keith’s cock as he fucked himself. Peter felt his face flush with embarrassment but he couldn’t stop, the cock was doing things to him that the others hadn’t…stretching him…filling him…touching parts of him the other cocks hadn’t. He pulled off of Keith’s cock as he slammed back onto it and begged, “FUCK ME ALREADY! PLEASE!” Peter gasped for air as he arched his back, driving himself further onto Joe’s massive cock. He felt like a vessel, a toy for these men to use and abuse. The pain had morphed into something else, something dark and pleasurable. He could feel every inch of Joe’s cock filling him, stretching him wide open. Joe chuckled, his hands grabbing Peter’s hips, “You asked for it hero,” and slammed his cock into the boy as hard as he could. The boy cried out, his body convulsing as Joe drove its cock deeper into him. Peter could feel every inch of the massive cock filling him up, the pain and pleasure mixing together in a way he couldn’t understand. He felt like he was being split open, like his body was on fire, but he couldn’t stop, he wanted more. Joe started to pound into Peter, his hips slamming against the boy’s ass with a loud smacking sound. Keith watched with a wild look in his eyes, stroking his cock as he watched his friend fuck the hero. "Damn, Joe, you fucking him good," he said, his voice thick with lust. "He looks like he's such a tight cunt, man. I can't wait for my turn." Peter’s body jolted with every thrust—face hot, eyes stinging, barely able to keep himself steady against the relentless pounding. He could feel every inch of it, the way it stretched him, the way it scraped against his insides. He was so filled, so stuffed, that he could barely breathe. Keith laughed, “Why wait?” he said with a sinister grin, He pulled out Peter and moved to the head of the bed, his cock sticking straight up, “Come on Spidey, come ride daddy’s cock like a good girl.” Peter, still high on Bliss and shame, climbed onto Joe’s lap, straddling the man’s waist. He could feel the thick cockhead pressing against his hole, already slick with his own lust. He couldn’t stop himself, he lowered himself onto the cock, feeling it stretch him open again. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, Spidey. Take that fuckin cock,” Joe growled, his hands gripping Peter’s hips hard. Peter moaned, the sound muffled by the mask, as he sank down onto the man’s length, feeling every inch fill him. Joe looked at Keith and nodded, the other man moved behind Peter and lined his cock up next to his friends, pushing into the already stuffed hole. Peter’s head shot skywards as he screamed from both cocks being shoved into him. He could barely register the pain, the Bliss numbing his mind just enough to keep him from passing out. He felt full, impossibly full, stretched tight as both men filled him to the brim. Joe and Keith chuckled, their hands gripping his hips as they began to move. They started slow, their hips thrusting back and forth, their cocks moving in unison within Peter’s hole. Peter could feel every inch of them, the way they rubbed against each other inside him. He groaned, a mix of pain and pleasure, his body exploding as the two men used him. “Come on Spidey, bounce on our cocks like the whore you are…show the world who Spider-Man really is!” Keith demanded. Peter grabbed the man’s shoulders and did just that, slamming his ass down on both members as he panted…his mind nothing but lust as he rode the thugs. The men laughed and grabbed his hips, slamming him down harder on their cocks. “That’s it, Spidey! Fuck yourself on our dicks!” Joe groaned as he felt Peter’s hole clench around his cock, the sensation driving him wild. He looked up at Keith and grinned, “Fuck he’s tight, man.” Keith nodded, his hands grabbing the boy’s head and pulling it back, his teeth gnawing on the hero’s neck, marking him as his cunt…leaving hickey after hickey as the hero rode their cocks. Peter moaned helplessly, pain twisted sharply with pleasure, his cock throbbing desperately beneath him. Every movement made him vividly aware of how tightly he was stretched, how they pushed and rubbed relentlessly inside him. He was a vessel, a plaything for their fucking pleasure, and he hated himself for enjoying it. “Fuck yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Keith growled, his hands gripping Peter’s hips as he pounded up into him. “Tell everyone what you are Spidey…come on scream it for me!” Keith demanded as he felt the boy start to tighten around his cock, his body responding to the rough treatment. Peter could only moan, his throat dry from the abuse as tears streamed down his mask. His body strained, overwhelmed by an almost unbearable fullness that he was almost in a state of shock. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked like this. “Come on, say it!” Keith growled, his hand behind Peter’s head, forcing him to look at Joe. “I’m…fucking…Spider-Man,” Peter choked out, his body shaking with the effort. Keith nodded, “And Spider-Man is a what?” he asked, slamming his cock up into the hero. ”Spider-Man is a fucking slut,” Peter choked out, tears streaming down his mask as he was forced to acknowledge the truth of his situation. “Spider-Man is a fucking whore who takes cock like a good little bitch.” Keith laughed, his hand gripping Peter’s head tightly as he pounded into him. “That’s right, Spidey, scream it from the rooftops boy!” Keith shouted, his hips slamming into Peter’s ass with brutal force, each thrust making the boy’s body jolt. “Say it like you mean it!” Peter was crying now, his sobs muffled by the mask, as his body was ravaged by the two men. Every thrust rubbed raw, each movement highlighting different textures and sensations deep inside as they pounded into him, their bodies slapping against his. The pain was overwhelming, but the Bliss in his system was making him crave it, making him want more. “I’M A FUCKING SLUT!” Peter screamed, feeling his orgasm approaching, “I AM A FUCKING COCK SLUT…FUCK ME HARDER…OH GOD MAKE ME CUM!” Joe and Keith grinned at each other, taking that as their cue to go all out. They started pounding into Peter’s ass, their hips slamming into his with brutal force. The bed shook under them, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. Peter could barely breathe, his body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with sensation. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Peter chanted, his body shaking as the men continued to slam into him. He could feel the cum building in his balls, the pressure growing, the need for release becoming overwhelming. “Cum for us Spidey,” Keith whispered into Peter’s ear, “Show the world how much a cunt you are now.” His voice was breathless, and Peter could feel the man’s cock throbbing inside him, ready to explode. “Fucking cum, you bitch!” Joe grunted, his voice ragged with lust. Peter’s mouth opened to scream but nothing came out as his cock began to shoot everywhere…cum flying onto Keiths chest and abs as his ass clamped down on both of their cocks. “Fuck yeah, there it is!” Joe grunted, slamming into him with one final thrust as he came, filling Peter’s hole with his cum. Keith groaned, his cock pulsing inside Peter as he filled the boy’s stretched ass with his load. Peter's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the two criminals breed him, their cum dripping out of his abused hole as he shook om their cocks. He collapsed on top of Keith, his body limp and used as the man pulled out of him with a wet pop. Joe followed suit, his cock slipping out of Peter's gaping hole with a disgusting squelch. Joe grabbed the boy's head and pulled it up, "Clean up your mess cunt," he said, offering the boy his cummy cock. Peter opened his mouth and took it in, sucking off the remains of their fuck fest. "That's it, good boy," Joe praised, his eyes never leaving the camera. Peter sucked and licked, making sure to get every last drop. He felt humiliated and degraded, but the Bliss was still in his system, making him crave more. Keith moved and offered his cock to the boy as well. Peter took it without hesitation, cleaning the thick cock of both men. He could taste the bitter salt of their cum, mixed with the sweat and his own desperate taste. He sucked and licked, making sure to get every last drop, like a good little whore. When he was done, Joe pushed him off and Peter collapsed on the bed, his body aching and exhausted. Joe looked at him with disgust, "Fucking pathetic, Spidey. You need to work on your stamina if you're gonna be a proper fuck toy." Peter just nodded, too tired to argue. He knew he was in no position to complain. Harry called cut as Peter’s eyes closed…cum draining out of his hole as the men high fived each other. One Week Later Harry was rich, richer than he had ever imagined he would be. The sale of Spider-Man getting fucked had netted millions on the dark web, people bidding insane amounts of money to see the hero debase himself. He had kept the kid drugged, not sure what to do next, with this much money he needed a better setup, more production value… His mind whirled with possibilities when the door to his office opened and a tall, fair haired man walked in. he wore a gray leather trench coat and a smile that looked like it was lifted off a serial killer. “You are the one who has Spider-Man?” he asked, his voice thick with an accent Harry couldn’t place. He gripped the gun he kept under his desk, “Who’s asking?” The man smiled wider, “I am Helmut Zemo,” he said like the name should mean something, “And you sir have something I want.” Harry pulled the gun out and shot the man dead in the chest…and watched the bullet impact and fall to the floor. Zemo laughed, “I dance with Avengers friend, you’ll need to do better than a gun,” Zemo pulled his own gun and put a bullet directly through Harry’s eyes, the man falling dead onto his desk. Two men walked in and Zemo gestured to the bedroom, “Get the boy,” he ordered them as he went over to the desk, opening the drawer that contained the Bliss, “Get him loaded and then burn this place to the ground…we have work to do.” The men carried Peter’s unconscious form out of the building as Zemo looked around the place in distaste, “You had an Avenger at your bidding and you used him for porn,” he spat on the corpse, “Typical American…” He walked out of the office as the men came back and began to douse the place with gasoline… Leaving no trace of their presence.

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Got railed by a young black dick yesterday. Black men are just better in bed. It's not just about looks or size.

There are a few people on BZ who have worked in porn, both actors and behind-the-scenes crew. Is having sex on camera a fun experience or just a job? Do actors actually enjoy the sex? What happens if they’re not attracted to the person they’re paired with? Am I assuming correctly that those who do scenes with more extreme sex like fisting, toys, etc are already experienced with them, right?

I didn't know that, and I bet most other Americans didn't (don't) either. Apparently, the more dough one has, the more dough one craves - literally !!

Agreed. It turns out though, that the "advisors" (drawn substantially from his family) were more interested in protecting their loved-one than investigating more prudent courses of action. I also believe that his situation was more advanced than we knew, which illness cannot be blamed on him. Dementia causes pain to everyone - across the board - and in this case, an entire nation. It was no favor to the nation to cover up the seriousness of the situation. Illness is illness - and no one purposefully gets that kind of sickness. What is, simply is. I an not apologizing for supporting the former President to the end; he was a lifelong good and decent man, serving his nation with honor and dignity, but I am saying that it was a costly decision for all concerned to push him into a second run. Had the stirrer-of-the-pot not been the nominee for this term, things may have been different; but we can't rewrite history. A good and decent man, servant of the Nation for many decades, should have been allowed to retire with his well-earned dignity intact, instead of being forced to soldier on until the bitterest of ends.

age 6

Now that the "rainy season" has begun (this year, it was like a switch was flipped), obviously there's not as much sunshine, but the commercial a/c units are still roaring away like it's still 100 degrees. Slammer was fukkin freezing this past weekend - and I even wore jeans. But, had a great time of it anyway.

Speaking as someone who has been on this forum almost since the beginning when there were no penalties, people ignored the rules. I have never participated in any successful large online forum that did not have similar penalties for rule breaking. Those that try to go without them end up in anarchy where people post whatever they want wherever they want, and it usually leads to a shut down.

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Everything I have ever done with a woman was done better by gay men. Men know what buttons to push, especially when they suck cock.

I just want different cock and not in a bed. I did enjoy being fucked and watched. I do try to manage the risks, but my cravings go elsewhere.