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Note: I do appreciate the search feature on this site. You can find a lot. I also love rediscovering some topics that somehow disappear over the horizon like a setting sun... I am trying to convince horny men not to be afraid of sluts, but to enjoy the rare, unique pleasure that can only be served up by a "slut". For men who know the hedonistic, alpha pleasure and ecstasy that can only come from (be achieved by) sliding into a freshly seeded hole is to know how to love and appreciate a slut...not to fear them. We should fear disease and poor hygiene and lack of access to the means for regular self care for all men...not the slut who caters to them. This is why I do not consider being slutty a negative thing. I am sad that society has made it a negative thing. So, please guys - the point of my post I guess is this. If you don't want to embrace a local slut, then you should at least save up sperm cubes to treat yourself to the kinda next best thing. wink.

Connecting with other bare backers is great. I just hate what X/twitter is now so I don't ever go there. Bluesky is a better environment for me.

You'd have ethically been within your rights to slap the phone out of his hand. Perhaps not legally though.

I have a thing for guys with great asses. I don't want to fuck their ass, I want them to fuck mine and grab that hot ass as they pound into me. Full marks for giving your man the gift of ass. His strong ass, his strong thighs, makes me spread mine wide. 🥵

It’s not to bad but I get lot scammers coming thru lately but I don’t speak for all wish I could find gifter myself

I'm not saying I endorse serious injury to the guy taking the pics, but I'd understand if he gets beaten to within an inch .....

Those days were heady ones for sure ... there was a bar in downtown Rock Island - can't recall the name - with a gh in the men's room that almost always had guys in the stalls sucking each other off. Come to think of it, I think the name was Hunters? Always "live" music, different genre's, great burgers, etc. Whatever the name, that was my initiation to the "gloryhole experience". And no, I don't even remember who the guy was, but I sure remember the event !!!

Work is often what causes me to cancel cumdump sessions. I travel all over for work and try to schedule one cumdump session in each city I’m in, but I gotta pay the bills first so work gets in the way sometimes. Unless I make it big as an onlyfans model…then work and cumdump sessions can be one and the same. 😜

That's entirely enough for any guy - and no one gets to judge how we're wired. I don't mind mentioning that breeding a big-cocked bottom, on his back, with a really impressive Cock bouncing around on his belly is totally hot. Every guy gets to decide what's hot for him, and that's the end of the conversation. Years ago, there were a handful of guys that thought I possessed a mildly-hot ass - and not one of them ever found out whether it was true or not. My other half thought so - and he only got it on his birthday.

Just moved in January to H Street corridor (cap hill-ish?)

Legal Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction created solely for entertainment purposes. All characters, events, and scenarios depicted herein are entirely fictional or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story may contain depictions of dangerous, unlawful, or otherwise risky activities. These depictions are not intended to promote, encourage, or condone such behavior. Under no circumstances should any actions described in this story be imitated or attempted in real life. The author and publisher disclaim any liability for any harm, injury, or damages arising from the misuse or misinterpretation of the content contained herein. Artur strode into the dimly lit bedroom like he owned the place, his tall, muscular Mexican frame casting a long shadow over the trembling neg sub on the bed. At 6'0" with chiseled abs, broad shoulders, and that infamous 8-inch deathstick bulging in his jeans, he was a walking nightmare for any neg hole dumb enough to cross his path. He'd already notched two victims on his "poz belt"—a twisted mental tally he bragged about to anyone who'd listen—and tonight, this pathetic fag was gonna be number three. "Why waste oxygen on worthless cum dumps?" he'd say with a grin. "I'm just cleaning up the world so frogs on lilypads get more air." Beside him lumbered Leather Daddy, his poz buddy, even taller at 6'4", built like a goddamn tank with rugged, masculine features that could charm the pants off anyone before the real fun began. Leather Daddy was poz, and he loved dipping his thick 8-incher into Artur's toxic loads, churning that virus deeper like it was his personal mission. Together, they were a lethal duo, hunting holes to ruin. The neg sub, a bear who'd posted online begging to be "converted," sat on the edge of the bed in his piss-and-cum-stained undies, eyes wide with a mix of fear and twisted excitement. What a fucking idiot. He'd messaged them thinking it was all play, but these two didn't do safe words or limits. "You ready to join the brotherhood, bitch?" Artur snarled, grabbing the bottom faggot by the hair and yanking him to his feet. Leather Daddy chuckled, locking the door behind them. "This dumb cum dump actually wants it. Can you believe it, Artur? Like, who volunteers to get their lifespan shaved off?" They wasted no time. Artur shoved the neg sub face-down onto the mattress, ripping down those piss and cum stained undies with one hand while Leather Daddy pinned his arms. "Bend over, fag. Time for inspection." They spread his cheeks wide, fingers digging in brutally as they eyed his puckered hole. "Look at that fresh pink neg ass," Artur growled, slapping it hard enough to leave a red mark. "Ripe for pozzing. Ain't seen one this clean in weeks." Leather Daddy leaned in, sniffing like a dog. "Yeah, man. Smells like virgin territory. Won't be neg for long, though." The dumb cum dump whimpered, but that only made them laugh. "You won't be neg for long, bitch!" Leather Daddy taunted, his hot breath on the sub's neck. Quietly, sadistically, he whispered in his ear, "This is what you wanted, buddy. This is what you asked for..." Artur didn't bother with lube or spit—why waste it on trash? He unzipped, his massive death cock springing free, veiny and throbbing with unmedicated poison. He rammed it raw into the bottom faggot's hole, tearing in deep with one thrust. The neg sub howled in agony, bucking wildly, but Leather Daddy held him down, muscles flexing. "This is just the beginning, sub pig," Artur grunted, pounding harder. They laughed like jocks in a locker room, passing the meat back and forth. "Your turn, Leather Daddy," Artur said, pulling out with a wet pop and shoving the dumb cum dump toward his buddy. Leather Daddy flipped him over, slamming his poz cock in balls-deep. "Fuck, this hole's tight. Feels like it's sucking me in." The bottom faggot moaned louder, tears streaming, but that fueled them. "Scream louder means fuck the pig harder!" Leather Daddy joked, high-fiving Artur as they tag-teamed the fag, raping him raw. Time blurred into a haze of pain. The neg sub struggled, exhausted, his body slick with sweat and pre-cum, but every thrash just egged them on. Leather Daddy especially thrived on it, whispering taunts. "Hear that moaning, Artur? Music to my ears. This fag's suffering is gold." Artur nodded, thrusting viciously. "Yeah, reduces their worthless life—more air for the frogs, man." They joked about the dumb cum dump like he wasn't there: "Bet this stupid fag thought pozzing was romantic. Ha! We're just using you as a toxic dump." Leather Daddy held him down again and again, letting Artur mount and breed, the sub's cries echoing off the walls. "This hurts us more than it does you!" Artur mocked, both cracking up as the bottom faggot begged for mercy. Finally, the neg sub collapsed, gasping, broken. Artur pulled back, cock glistening. "Welcome to the brotherhood." Leather Daddy's eyes lit up—he knew what that meant. "Fuck yeah, blow that poz load deep!" Artur groaned, slamming in one last time, unleashing a torrent of toxic cum into the dumb cum dump's guts. "Gonna keep fucking it in, make sure it sticks." He pumped a few more times, then tagged out. Leather Daddy took over, ramming his cock into the sloppy, virus-laden hole. "My job now—fucking that HIV-cream right up into your fag guts." He fucked harder, faster, until blood started mixing with the cum, dripping down the sub's thighs. "More blood makes great fucking lube, bitch!" Leather Daddy snarled, pounding relentlessly until he exploded, adding his massive poz load to the mix. He kept churning, both loads swirling with blood. "Look at that, Artur—the virus is swimming right into his bloodstream. Rooted, fixed, permanent. No turning back now." They pulled out, laughing as the neg sub lay there, poz-raped and ruined by their massive cocks. "Remember, you agreed to no safe words," Artur sneered. "No safe words means no limits, you dumb cum dump. You have no idea how BDSM works, do you? Stupid fag!" Leather Daddy nodded, grinning. "Yeah, what a moron." But they weren't done. Artur grabbed his duffle bag. Now, with fag's hole slick and gaping, leaking a mix of their cum, Artur grabbed the small brown bottle from the nightstand. Poppers—the strong stuff, pure amyl nitrite that burned like fire and opened everything up. "Time to seal the deal," he said, unscrewing the cap. Leather Daddy held the sub's cheeks apart, exposing the pink, cum-smeared entrance fag hole. The pig whimpered, his face buried in the pillow, but there was no escaping. Artur tilted the bottle carefully, letting the liquid trickle out in a slow pour right into the open hole. It fizzed slightly on contact with the warm, sticky mess inside, the sharp chemical scent filling the air. The sub pig gasped, his body jolting as the poppers seeped in, absorbing through the tender membranes, heightening every sensation while their poz loads did the real work beneath. "Fuck, that's hot," Artur murmured, watching the liquid disappear into the sub's ass. He added a finger, pushing it deeper, stirring the cocktail of cum and chemicals. The pig's moans turned into ragged cries, his hole clenching involuntarily around the intrusion, drawing it all in further. The poppers would relax him, make him loose and receptive, but more importantly, they'd irritate the lining just enough to help the virus take hold—fantasy fuel for the two tops who thrived on the edge. Leather Daddy poured a little more poppers into the sub’s arsehole, the excess dripping down the pig's balls, making him squirm. "Breathe it in, sub. Let it convert you." They laughed together, dark and satisfied, as the sub pig's body betrayed him, arching back for more even as the burn spread from the poppers throughout his asshole. "Brought a treat for our new brother." The boys continued introducing new levels of sadism to torture their sub victim. Artur and Leather Daddy took absolute delight in causing suffering for their sub. He pulled out thick rope and a monstrous 10-inch anal bead toy, beads as big as golf balls. The bottom faggot's eyes widened in terror, pleading through muffled sobs. "No, please... mercy..." But Leather Daddy just laughed. "No mercy for you, faggot. Cry all you want—it turns me on." He was even more sadistic than Artur, pinning the neg sub down with ease while Artur tied him up tight, wrists and ankles bound. They shoved a dirty handkerchief in his mouth, muffling his screams, then flipped him ass-up. "Time to really open you up," Artur said, forcing the first bead in. The dumb cum dump writhed, the pain building as they pushed deeper. "Gotta induce more bleeding for that successful infection," Leather Daddy said, shoving harder. "We know the pain's extreme, sub fag, but take your HIV like a man. I'm a man's man, so zero sympathy from me, slut." They rammed the whole thing in, the neg sub's muffled screams vibrating through the room. When they yanked it out, blood poured from his wrecked hole. "Fuck, man," Artur laughed, "you might need the ER to stop that bleeding. Holy shit—I'm serious. But damn, it's hot and funny." The bottom faggot whimpered, crying, totally shattered. Even then, the two boys weren’t finished with the fag. “Grab that sharpie marker on the table and let’s write some hot shit on this faggot’s ass!” exclaimed Leather Daddy. “Fuck yeah!” agreed Artur—and so they began the final humiliation. Leather Daddy and Artur wrote, with great joy, all over the sub pig’s pink ass: “HIV++++, POZ CUM SLUT and POZ INFECTED!” — they then took delight drawing an arrow right up the edge of the fag’s asshole. “Fuck!” said Leather Daddy. “That is a ton of blood flowing out of your arsehole fag! Absolutely hysterical. ER visit in three hours fucking confirmed!” “I know!” responded Artur. “We’ve done a brilliant job tonight. This pig is so totally fucked beyond words! I had an absolute blast fucking over this dumb cum dump! If he doesn’t bleed to death tonight, then he’ll test poz for sure—guaranteed!” “Yep!” concurred Leather Daddy. “We’ve done a fucking fantastic job on this fucker tonight! He is one hundred percent medically fucked!” The sub let out a whimper. He was frozen and devastated. Leather Daddy concluded, “Hey sub. You really are so fucking stupid. When you agreed to no safe word you gave us permission to no limits. Not our fault you failed to do a bit of basic research into BDSM!” “I know,” replied Artur. “We found the dumbest cum dump in Toronto! And he got exactly what he deserved! So fucking hot and funny! I love it!” The tops high-fived, satisfied. "Wanna grab burgers and fries at Burger King, dude?" Leather Daddy asked. Artur grinned. "Hell yeah. But first, one last thing." They hauled the tied-up, bleeding neg sub into the car, driving to a deserted roadside ditch. They dumped him naked, poz cum and poz cum oozing from his bloody ass, ropes biting into his skin. The dumb cum dump lay there, broken, discarded, crying and begging incoherently for help, unable to move in the cold night air. As they drove off, Leather Daddy yelled out the window, "Thanks for letting us use your hole tonight, dumb cum dump! Good luck on your fucking HIV test in three months!" They burst into laughter, heading to Burger King. Over juicy burgers, crispy fries, and cold sodas, they relived the night. "That fag's probably freezing his ass off in that ditch right now," Artur said between bites. Leather Daddy chuckled, wiping ketchup from his chin. "Yeah, broken and poz'd. Best night ever, man. He’ll either die from freezing to death bound by ropes in the ditch, his asshole will bleed out or HIV will finish the fag off. Pass the fries.” Artur replied, “Yep. That useless fag got what he deserved. We totally fucked that sub pig three times over!” They savored their meal, thrilled by the suffering they'd inflicted on their faggot victim, already plotting the next hole to ruin.

University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign, 35-40K students with a 2 to 1 male to female ratio when I was there in the late 80's early 90's. Lots and lots of horny young guys.