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Our kind of bar, our kind of group... [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/an-epic-orgy-12697627

It got too expensive --- Nothing at all to do with "policing" by the "thought police."

got it. the video title does beg the question, is there a better system than the two-party system? Or, alternatively, are all systems equally bad?

Will be in Palm Springs till Nov 4th. Will be going to CCBC Friday and Saturday. Would love to take some loads while im here.

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Great story …. How lucky these boys are to have found their family…. their tribe. looking forward to the next chapter(s) !!

I will also be at CCBC this weekend and would love to breed you

Speaking of ex con, I dated a guy before and after he did a brief stint for a nonviolent offense. If only because he was one of most prodigious feeders Id ever dated. We would never become partners for a variety of reasons, but lordy, did we mesh sexually. He suggested that I might consider becoming incarcerated (?!?) because I would be in high demand. He said he had two cocksuckers that drained him almost every day he was in prison (as he said, "Not much else to do but cum"). He was a mess, but man was he pervy fun. And that dick.....

Chapter 2 Friday, June 25, 1993, 06:07 PM On a perfectly manicured lawn, we find ourselves on our hands and knees, panting with anticipation. My Mentor holds my leash, his grip firm and possessive, treating me like his prized pet. I steal a glance at harry and the others; we're all visibly aroused, our bodies betraying our eagerness. It's a relief to know I'm not alone in this carnal desire. Master emerges from the grand house, and claps His hands, His voice booming with authority, "Omega's drinks, Beta's snacks, Alphas enhance the mood." All the men, each adorned with a collar bearing their rank symbols, enter the house. Moments later, they return with serving platters laden with cocktails and light snacks, their movements graceful and efficient. They start serving, beginning with the Master, then the Mentors, and finally us. A double rye on the rocks is placed before me, the ice cubes clinking against the glass, a stark contrast to the heat building within me. Master raises his glass, His eyes gleaming with mischief, and toasts, "To the faggots." Everyone repeats the toast, our voices a chorus of confirmation and desire. We bow our heads in gratitude before drinking, the liquid burning a path down my throat, fueling the fire within. The Alphas have prepared a roaring fire, and plush cushions are placed on the chairs—26 in total—and four log benches surround the fire pit. My Mentor tugs at my leash, and I follow obediently, my body aching with need, until he takes his seat. I sit by his side like a loyal dog, on my knees, looking up at him with adoring eyes, as instructed in the binder, my body at his command. We enjoy our refreshments, and I appreciate the brief respite for my body, savoring the moment before the night's true purpose is revealed. Suddenly, four men dressed in leather, like the Master, approach from the house, their boots crunching on the gravel path. Master welcomes them with a wicked grin, introducing us individually, starting with me. "This is faggot bindel, and today is his eighteenth birthday," Master says, his voice laced with promise. The four men smile, their eyes roving over my body, appreciating the gift I am. "Welcome, faggot bindel," they greet in unison, as an Omega serves them their drinks, his movements fluid and alluring. As they move on to my next friend, I return to my Mentor's side, my eyes never leaving His, my body humming with anticipation. One by one, each of my friends is introduced to these four men, their fates sealed in the promise of submitting to their dominance. Master claps, His voice firm and demanding, "Faggot worthington, why are you a faggot?" arthur stands up, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement, and replies, "I am defined as a faggot because of my behavior, because faggots crave cock, sir." Master smiles, His eyes gleaming with approval, and says, "Good faggot." arthur returns to his place, his body sagging with relief and desire. Master asks this question of all of us, His voice a seductive whisper, promising both pleasure and possibly punishment. He then turns to the four men and says, smiling, "I told you these are worthy candidates; the men smile in approval. The Alpha’s, Beta’s, and Omega’s return to the house, their tasks completed for now. The Master, the four men, and the Mentors walk off together, leaving the four of us, leashes tied to the chairs, alone by the fire. We look at each other, our eyes reflecting the dance of the flames, wondering what the others are thinking, but we all know. I'm excited and a little frightened, and I doubt I am alone in this feeling, my body thrumming with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The Alpha’s return with tables, the Beta’s with meats and vegetables, and they set up a grill over the fire, the sizzling of the night’s meal filling the air with an enticing aroma. The Omega’s bring pitchers of soft drinks and two coolers of beer, their movements efficient and graceful. The Mentor’s return with a couple of large duffle bags, their contents are a tantalizing mystery, and then they unleash us. They tell us to sit wherever we like, our bodies free to move, to explore, to indulge. As the dinner is cooking, the Master returns with the four Leathermen, and our Mentor’s whom are all enjoying a cigar together, their laughter and conversation a low hum in the background. My Mentor returns to his seat, snaps his fingers, and points at his feet. I take my place in front of him, my hands eager to please, and begin to rub them, as the binder had instructed, my touch firm and sensuous. he Master, and the four men observe us performing our service upon our Mentor’s, their eyes roving over our bodies, appreciating the sight of our submission and devotion. Friday, June 25, 1993, 07:00 PM The Beta’s are busy tending to the grill, the sizzling of meat and vegetables filling the air with an enticing aroma, a symphony of scents that tease the senses. The Omega’s refresh drinks, ensuring that every glass is full, every thirst quenched. The Alpha’s supervise, their eyes roving over the scene, ensuring that every detail is perfect, every need met. The men relax, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the camaraderie, their laughter and conversation a low hum in the background, until an Alpha rings a bell, its clear, resonant tone cutting through the chatter, a signal that the night's true festivities are possibly about to begin. The Master claps, His voice firm and joyful, "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die." His words, spoken with refinement and intellect, clearly come from a well-read man, a man who knows the value of seizing the moment, of indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. A handsome feast is laid out on the larger table, the Beta’s fixing plates with precision and care, while the Omega’s continue to refresh drinks, ensuring everyone's glass is full, their movements a dance of efficiency and grace. We all sit and enjoy our flavorful dinners, a brief respite from the slight tension that hangs in the air. The food is exquisite, a symphony of flavors that dance on the tongue, a prelude to the night's true delights. After some time for digestion, the Master claps again, his voice firm, leaving no room for question or delay. "It is time," he says, his words echoing in my mind, building the anticipation and nervousness within me. What does "it is time" mean? I glance at harry and the others, seeing the same mix of excitement and fear reflected in their eyes, our bodies thrumming with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Friday, June 25, 1993, 08:00 PM With the sounds of cicadas and the crackling of the fire, I notice the Alpha’s grabbing items from the duffel bags. One of them looks at me with lustful eyes, a wicked grin playing on his lips, and I feel a shiver of anticipation run down my spine, my body aching with need. The Alpha’s lay some padding on top of the logs. Master claps, his voice firm and demanding, "FAGGOTS, POSITION 1." Immediately, the four of us sit our butts down on the ground where we are, our heads up and arms extended out to give our torsos support, our bodies offering themselves up for inspection, for use. Master observes us, his gaze intense and scrutinizing, appreciating the sight of our submission and devotion, before clapping again. "FAGGOTS, POSITION 2." We're all sitting doggy style with our heads up, and our backside out on offer, our bodies ready and willing, eager to please. Again, the Master observes us, his expression unreadable, and claps once more. "FAGGOTS, POSITION 3. With our faces down and our asses up." We obey, our bodies moving in sync, a dance of submission and devotion, the binder had instructed us well Master says, "Good faggots, very good." His approval a heady feeling, a rush of endorphins that courses through my veins. He points to the logs and says, "FAGGOTS, pick a log and lay down facing up." We all pick the nearest one, the padding beneath us offering a slight cushion against the hard wood. Master claps, "FAGGOTS, LIFT UP YOUR LEGS AND HOLD THEM UP." Master claps again, "OMEGAS, SERVICE." The Omegas, one for each of us, stand at our feet, their eyes gleaming with anticipation, eager to please, to serve. Mine gets down on his knees, grabs my chest, and starts to eat my ass out, his tongue exploring every inch, his touch both gentle yet firm. I start to gasp in pleasure, my body arching off the log, my hips bucking, seeking more, always more. Then a Beta comes over, his presence deliberate and authoritative, and starts sucking my cock while massaging my left ass cheek and tugging at my balls. Then an Alpha sits right down on my face, facing towards the other two, his balls resting on my throat. I begin to eat him out, extending my tongue as far as I can, right into his hairy hole, my tongue exploring every inch, eagerly probing. He puts his hands on my chest and the Beta's head, guiding the Beta's cock service. Sniff sniff, is that the little brown bottle I smell a slight whiff of? The ass-eating pauses and then returns with longer tongue strokes and nibbles on my side walls, the Omega's tongue exploring every inch. Now the blowjob stops mid-stroke and returns with slower motion and more tongue, the Beta's mouth tantalizing every inch of my shaft, his actions planned and deliberate. The Alpha's ass takes more from my face as I feel drool drip on my chest, a sign of what I’m here for, to be used as a faggot for the pleasure of these men. Master claps and says, "ROTATE, SOUNDS ON." I hear and feel a moan in my hole, then what seems like the Omega's face being slid into my ass, his touch now sloppy and desperate. The Alpha gets up, puts the bottle to my nostril, and then shoves his cock down my throat, his entrance dominating. Plowing my face as I gag in ecstasy, his cock stretching every bit of my esophagus. Whomever is blowing has stopped but is still tugging my balls and massaging my other ass cheek. Then the Omega stops eating my hole and then Oh My GOD! oh fuck, that's a cock slowly going into me. I start to moan over my gagging "uh-uh-uh" with each slide of that greasy cock, his length increasing its probing depth, his insertion unrelenting and firm. The Alpha now letting off a guttural growl tearing from his throat, as his hips give a shuddering crescendo, deliberately sputtering himself off in my throat. choking, I then scramble for a proper breath as I swallow his seed with reverent pride. "Cough cough," I look up a bit and it's my Mentor, his eyes gleaming with approval, his presence dominating and totally in control of me. He says, "You like my cock, faggot?" as he slams it all the way in. I give a gasping moan and say, "Yes, sir. My holes are for your use, sir." I tilt my head up, look right into his eyes, and moan, "PLEASE USE MY HOLES, MAKE ME YOUR FAGGOT, SIR." His vigor increases as my moans deepen in tone. The Omega gives me the brown bottle again and says, "Breathe deeply, faggot. Keep breathing, you worthless faggot." The Omega takes a sniff himself and then starts to kiss me. I hear a slap coming from behind me then he starts to moan, his body arching. Some other cock is fucking him as I grab at him offering him my embrace as a fellow brother reveling in our submission. We're both kissing and squealing, "Fuck me, fuck my hole, I'm nothing but a faggot," our voices a chorus of submission and devotion, our bodies moving in sync. He furiously grabs the back of my thighs, as to help me offer more of my hole as I try to hold his legs apart. We're two faggots helping the other offer the other's ass to the men around us. The Omega puts the bottle to both our nostrils so that we may both share in the scent of willful lust. Our holes fully open now, realized by the sounds of our muffled moans. Finally, my Mentors body a quaking monument to raw desire, arched and trembling under the onslaught of his pleasure, erupts inside me, his head sputtering right on my prostate sending shivers up my spine. I start to convulse a little, but I'm held down by both men as I feel his cock delivering its promise slowly expanding my hole, matching his heartbeat as he pumps his superior load into my birthday boy hole as he says, "Yeah, faggot, happy birthday.” As his cock softens, he slowly withdraws himself. He is then immediately replaced by another cock, this one much thicker, I howl in ecstasy, my body arching, my hips bucking. The Omega feeds me the scent of lust again. The flesh of my hole, beaten like a punching bag, quickly accepts its fate as this cock's playground. The Omega is picked up and thrown down on me, so our cocks impale each other's throats. We both gag with joy as we long ago accepted our fate as faggots, and faggots crave cock. The Omega is a drool factory, leaving me wet at my crotch. I grab his ass cheeks and pull them apart so that he may receive an even greater blessing from the men. The Omega, unable to control himself, creams my throat in pulsing fashion while his top is still going at it, as his moans transform from pleasure to discomfort. His cock softening, my tongue unable to perform its charms, I pull his body forward so that I may taste his hole and the other man's cock, my tongue exploring every inch that I can. "Eureka!" the man says, "Good work, faggot bindel, stiffer FAGGOT, STIFFER.” Ughh, the man begins to blow his load as I feel the base of his cock expand and contract. I feel his cock pulsing, in pumping fashion, inseminating itself into the Omega's hole. My tongue, remaining at its place until he slithers his cock out, scraping every inch over my tongue using me like a cleaner. My greedy self pushes the boy half an inch upwards, so that I may have that glorious nectar of man oozing out of the Omega's hole, my tongue collecting all that it can like the fucking cum slut I now am. Oh My God, the taste, it's so potent, I must offer myself to this man just to have his seed. My top lets out a roar as I say, "YES SIR, CUM IN MY FAGGOT HOLE," my voice a chorus of submission and devotion. As he withdrawals himself, the Omega, greedy as me, holds my legs back and sucks the top's cum right from my hole like a thirsty traveler. The Beta commands, "Turn over, boy," and I snap into action, my body responding to his authoritative tone. The Omega, driven by insatiable desire, returns to my hole, his tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch with relentless fervor. The Beta grabs my head firmly with his left hand, forcing me to inhale the intoxicating fumes of passion, a heady mix of sweat, lust, and the promise of more. He skull-fucks me with ruthless intensity, as if I owe him every ounce of my submission. With both hands now, he spits in my face while asking me, you like having your hole fucked out faggot? I attempt to answer but the only sounds you can distinguish from me are gagging with an occasional gasp of air as I attempt to say “yes sir”. His breath shatters into desperate, heaving gasps, a feral roar ripping from his chest as an apocalyptic surge of pleasure engulfs him. His eyes clench shut, every muscle seizes to the breaking point under a relentless storm of sensation. Pulling me completely in, choking me to asphyxiation explodes inside me, each throbbing pulse a blinding lightning strike, scorching through his veins delivering me his glorious gift of cum right where it belongs. With teared eyes I stare up at him coaxing the last of his offering from his glorious scepter. Softening now, I savor the taste, as I breathe in the sweet, musky stench of sex that clings to his balls. His plump bush fills my face, marking me as used, a claim of ownership that sends a thrill down my spine. Another man, his identity shrouded in the night, enters my backside with ease, his cock gliding in as if it were made for me. I willingly accept his embrace, my body yielding to his every movement. He fills me completely, then slowly retreats, only to return with a swirling motion that drives me wild. "FUCK ME, MY BROTHER, USE ME FOR YOUR PLEASURE," I yell, my voice a ragged plea, desperate for his release. I hear a deep, approving "GOOD FAGGOT" from him as he slaps my ass, the sting of his palm only fueling my desire. He continues to use me, his rhythm unrelenting, each thrust a claim of his dominance. The Beta finally withdraws from my mouth, freeing my view of the scene before me. Through the dancing flames of the fire, I see my friends, much like myself, lost in a sea of pleasure of their submission. They are drenched in the sweat, slobber, and cum of many faceless and masked men, their identities unknown or lost in the night. Their voices rise in a chorus of ecstasy and submission, each one desperate to please, to accept the blessings of their new-found brothers' love. The man using me grabs my ass hard, his fingers digging into my flesh, slightly hurting me, but the pain only heightens my pleasure. He releases himself inside me with a final, powerful thrust, and I feel the tip of his blessed cock spurt against my prostate, sending shivers of ecstasy up my spine. I can barely hold myself in the offering position, my elbows shaking with the effort, but I hold steadfast, my resolve unbroken, my body a temple of submission. Holy shit, another man just blew his load into me, and I don't even know what his face looks like, how fucking hot. As the man withdraws himself, I can feel his soft cock plop out of me, leaving a trail of his cum slowly making its way to my taint. Each bit of the fluid's movement confirms my lust and need to dive further into submission just for the cum alone. Master approaches, His presence dominating the space around Him. He leans down and gives me a kiss, a mark of approval and ownership. He then sits me down beside Him, His touch gentle yet firm while embracing me as his boy, and offers me a cup of lemonade, a small respite from the night's debauchery. He nods to the Mentors, a silent command, and things begin to settle down as the Mentors start to pull everyone off as Master disappears back into the night. We form a circle, and I find myself with my back to the fire, the warmth a soothing balm to my aching muscles. Master returns, pushing a cart before Him. On top is a birthday cake, its eighteen candles flickering in the night, a beacon of my eighteenth year. He places a paper birthday boy hat atop my head, a playful touch that sends a thrill through me. "Make a wish, birthday faggot," He says, His voice a low rumble. I lean forward and blow out the candles, the smoke curling around me, a symbol of passage and transformation, for me, my new love of submission, a true gift that I've already begun to unwrap. Master starts slicing the cake, passing the pieces around, reserving the last for me. I take it with a tilt of my head, a silent thank you, my eyes never leaving His. He smiles, a wicked curve of his lips, and refreshes everyone's cup with lemonade, the clink of glass a melody of indulgence. Carrot Cake, my favorite, a surprise that sends a rush of warmth through me. Noticing my delight, He says, "One of the other Dom’s made it for you," Master says, his voice laced with amusement. "He'll be here tomorrow, you can thank him then." We take a moment to recharge, our bodies sated yet eager for more. Then, the Master turns to me, His eyes gleaming with mischief. "What did you wish for faggot?" He asks, His voice a seductive whisper. With a mischievous grin, I reply, "For you to fuck me in front of my brothers," my voice steady, my desire unmistakable. The Master nods to my Mentor, and suddenly, the largest duffel bag is brought near the fire. The Mentors set up a metal contraption, its purpose a tantalizing mystery. Master leans in, his breath hot on my ear, and asks, "Do you know what that is, faggot?" I shake my head, my heart pounding with anticipation. Chuckling, He says, "You'll see in a moment," as He picks me up, spins me upside down, and lifts me by my ankles. His tongue delves into my hole, exploring every inch with intense vigor, while He offers me his cock, truly a blessing, my anticipation growing much like my gagging. I grab His thighs for support, my fingers digging into his flesh, as I relish the plumpness of His member. He pulls me up a bit further, allowing me to use my knees to hold myself in place. His tongue, buried in my fuck hole, is full of flavor, a symphony of taste and texture that leaves Him gasping for more. As I am held up against my choosing, but to my delight, His cock chokes me, His balls resting on my eyes and forehead, a claim of ownership that makes me revel in my submissive state. I push myself back and forth on His cock, tilting my head, pushing myself up from his thighs, purposely gagging myself, a willing participant in my own degradation. A Mentor feeds me the aroma of intentional sleaze, a heady mix of lust and power, and my eyes close as all I can think of is my Master's cock choking me, stretching me to new widths. I am such a piggy faggot, a willing slave to his every desire.

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loved it

I agree with all the comments about walking around with facial cum. By now, every customer and employee at every dirty bookstore in town has seen me like that, though the big white gobs of cocksnot do disappear after a few minutes and your face / beard just looks wet. Like a pussy. But I seem to radiate "cocksucker" anyway. I had a guy (an ex con, if that matters) tell me, "I'd guess just from looking at you that you're usually on the business end of a dick. Am I right?"

This was a great read. Very hot and sexy. Totally focused on hot animalistic sex. Well done.

I don’t see anyone using condoms in Berlin …. lol !

Tnks. R and Co at Fuggerstrabe 19 has good stock including a smaller size for a short trip.

I stopped trimming/shaving and like it natural.

Looks tasty 😋

An excellent chapter and love how the story and the relationships in it still developing 😈

Very hot chapter for sure. Maybe after he gets the other test results and he tells Jacob, Buck will give Jacob a good hard fucking too.

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