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that would be hot! each new hole I slide into I'd be mentally comparing it to the 350-400 other holes I've had in my life... really trying to work my way to 1k 🙂 the fun part for me is not in a million years would anyone look at me and think "he's fucked 400 people without a condom"

I used the handle of the toilet plunger. 🪠 I totally forgot about that until now. I was very young. Fuck I loved it.

For me, it isn't necessarily a dom/sub thing. Sure, if my partner wants to submit, I can dominate but it isn't a must have. I've shared my "sub test" here previously: If a guy can get himself off, then submit to me, he's a real sub (and I'm wildly turned on.) Too many guys are submissive until they shoot their load, then it's game over. Personally, I'm a top because I simply have never enjoyed bottoming. But I'm more than happy to reciprocate orally and I'll almost always swallow.

I prefer if he treats me like I’m worthless. As a gesture he can always spit in my mouth before he leaves.

I really love this. Especially if I can find a warm one. I feel so depraved leaking it out of the condom onto my hole and then working it in with my fingers. Which I then lick clean. It’s a real turn on to feel I’m not worth anything more than the old spent cum in these discarded condoms. If only someone would come spit on me and piss on me right then 🤤

If you do have the fuck flu, consider yourself fortunate to who pozzed you. Even though I had no idea the man who knocked me up was poz at the time, it was great sex and I often play the incident back in my head, getting hard each and every time.

I'm writing about them.

I love that too. Sometimes at cruising clubs I just go around, collect and play with cum from condoms, jerking with it, drinking it

Love this story !

Oh god why did I get hard from this, I feel so torn

My fuck flu was pretty mild. I remember waking up one day and feeling like a truck hit me my lymph nodes were swollen and all my joints were achy but I had a raging hard on and I was super horny. I took an oraquick test and seen the 2 lines I jerked off and shot my first poz load. Then I called the poz trans girl that had fucked me and told her needless to say she came over and put a few more loads in me. I was sicker than a dog but super horny

Thanks Marlin, I figured it was too early don’t want to waste the 50 dollar test kit but my mind is wandering now. Feel super achy and think I have a fever. Hopefully I feel better in a day or 2

1 week is a bit short. Mine took about 3 weeks. Testing is less accurate the closer it is to when you actually are infected as the test doesn't measure the actual virus but the antibodies your body has produced to combat the virus. Sero conversion or the "fuck flu" is your body actually fighting the virus. A losing battle as we all know. If you have some home tests you can certainly try it but it is a bit early.

What a beautiful story! Tim was a great find!

I have a similar but different experience. I took a guy home from the gym after he trigged my breeding drive by doing deadlifts. The fucker pulled out a condom and handed it to me just as I was lining up my cock to his hole. I negotiated with him to let me put it in and hold it there for a moment before I pulled out and used the condom. He reluctantly agreed, and his ass felt amazing. I kept to my word and just held my hard cock in him for a couple minutes. I could tell he was about to tell me to pull out. Something most don't get is the instinct to breed a hole that's never been bred is intense. It's purpose beyond pleasure, it just feels like destiny. Just as he opened his mouth to speak I willed myself to cum so as he was telling me to pull out spurt after spurt of my dna was shooting into him. I pulled out and told him I didn't want to fuck anymore and told him to leave. lol.

Me too! Love him to load me and get me to clean him. All without a word.

I will be there , no loads refused.. and locked .. probably with my oxballs pig hole in .. if you come .. cum in me !!

Tops: It's not ethical to stealth bottoms. Removing or intentionally breaking the condom without consent is not fair to bottoms that claim they want to be fucked by men but don't want men to plant their seed in them. These bottoms think they enjoy being fucked by a latex balloon and don't want their top to feel the flesh of their hole as they fuck. They definitely don't want to know they've to be filled and claimed with a mans cum. This is why it's bad to distract the bottom with a kiss while you pull out slip off the condom of and push back in raw. It's also bad to empty a bottle of water based lube and refill it with oil based. It doesn't matter how good it feels to have your raw cock inside a tight condom nazi. It's also bad to tamper with condoms. Its really bad to get an exacto knife and cut a small slit at the corner of the wrapper so you can pull the condom out and cut the tip and slip it back in so it looks new. Preparing a bunch of these an keeping them in your bedside table, wallet, and gym bag is wrong and any top that does this must have a perverse predator drive. A stud like this is a bad guy that probably gets his dna into a lot of unsuspecting naive bottoms. Its not fair to the good honest barebacking tops that only get to cream in messy loose sluts and don't get to cum inside tight, never been bred guys that insist on condoms. Good tops only get to fuck the seconds, the bottoms that have already learned one way or another, consensually or not, that their role is taking loads. It's unfair to the good tops that will never experience the "stolen candy" pleasure of being the first top pump your stud load into a dumb brat. Bottoms: They hope for it every time. The militant condom nazi's? They're just being good and saving themselves for the guy who's stud enough to claim them anyway.

Timmy Gets Stretched Hard As Timmy and Jerome began to come back to earth—Pedro could see the length of the cock sliding back down inside the boy’s flawless white torso towards Timmy’s belly button—Pedro leaned in to Timmy’s ear, “You ready for this big bull cock, boy?” It took Timmy a second to come to grips with the world outside his mind. But then he smiled like a Cheshire cat, his gorgeous twink innocence replaced by a mind obsessed with having all holes stretched and abused, and he whispered, “Please, sir, need big cock. Hurt me, open me, use me daddy.” Jerome slide his long black snake out, and a Timmy sighed, his hole already missing the feeling of being filled so deep. Pedro grabbed a quarter-gram vial with one hand and stroked his enormous, curved, ugly cock with his other hand. “Jerome, brother, can you squirt that boyhole full of that laced lube,” Pedro asked. Jerome obliged, sticking the tube deep into the boys open cunt and pushing out a huge volume of the sticky, tingling, Tina-laced xlube. Within seconds Timmy was pulling his ass open and begging to be filled. “Beg me to destroy your pussy, pigwhore,” Pedro demanded. Timmy immediately started chanting “Destroy my pussy, daddy, destroy me.” In one fluid motion Pedro dumped the 1/4 gram of Tina into his palm, made a bird-beak fist, and pushed into Timmy’s hole. Despite how loose hole, stretch was wide and very cruel, and Timmy cried out and then begsn screaming as Pedro began scooping the Tina out, burning the boys cunt with fire, desire and need. “Do some poppers, boy,” Pedro ordered. And Jerome helped the boy get fully poppered up. As soon as Pedro felt the boys hole start to respond to the fresh dose of Tina and the poppers he made his fist very, very slightly bigger and very, very, slowly began to pull his fist out of the fiery hole. “That’s called hole stretching, boy,” he said quietly to Timmy, who was riding a wave of desire to be destroyed mixed with the pain of the big stretch. “And I am going to stretch you long and hard tonight.” When Pedro’s hand got to its widest point in the boys rectum, Pedro paused, holding the boy at a wide stretch. At first Timmy struggled, but Jerome kept telling him, “Breathe slow and deep, let Pedro have your hole.” And so as Timmy did, Pedro felt the hole relax, and so Pedro pounced, flexing his knuckles slightly larger, as Timmy cried out, and then quickly Pedro pulled out. Timmy lay in the sling panting, as Jerome nibbled hard on his perky boy nipples. Then a dark light entered the young twinks eyes, and he said, “Fuck daddy, I love that stretch, more daddy, harder.” Pedro smiled and rammed his semi-hard cock into the boy’s hole balls deep. “”Fuuuuuck, that’s a thick dick,” Timmy cried out. Then he began to moan as he felt Pedro unleash a huge torrent of piss deep inside his second ring. “Lower his head, brother, so this piss can go deep.” Pedro said to Jerome, “He asked to be stretched so let’s do him.” Jerome lowered the boys upper body so that it was nearly upside down, and the piss began to trickle deeper inside the boy, who was already moaning and squirming with new dark desires. Working quickly, Jerome immobilized Timmy into the sling, putting straps keeping his arms and legs and chest and stomach from moving more than a few centimeters. He left one of Timmy’s arms frees to the elbow and handed the boy a fresh bottle of very strong Amsterdam poppers with a built in sniffer cap. “Use these anytime you need to open up,” Jerome said quietly, “And only tell us about the pain if it feels like we’re damaging you —like you did with Conrad.” Timmy nodded, but Jerome could see he was getting really spun. Pedro grunted and pulled out and pointed at Timmy’s hole. “Fill him up, brother, and feel free to start when you want” Pedro said, “And don’t go easy, he needs to learn his place as slave pussy tonight.” Jerome slid is long cock in—it always stayed a little extra long after a magic orgasm—and made sure his head entered the boys second hole, which he began to fill with yet more chem piss. Jerome immediately started feeling and stroking the boys hole with his fingers, shoving first two, the then three, now four long fingers imsid3 th3 boy. Finally, with one smooth motion he surrounded his cock with his entire hand and pushed it into the boys hole, and immediately began jacking his cock inside the boy. Timmy cried out and froze, spreading his legs wide, Jerome could feel the boys hole pulsing tightening and throbbing around his fist, and then the boy threw his head back and shouted, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me hard.” Jerome could feel the boys hole opening up like a flower, the burning hot tissues of his colon fluttering and caressing his fist. He smiled darkly: the chempiss had kicked in and Timmy was ready for training. Jerome slid his cock out and shaped his fist into the narrow bird beak starting position and began to slide his arm into the boy. He was amazed that the boy took most of his hand right up to the kncuckles before Jerome felt any tightness. “Feel that, Timmy? That’s your second hole,” Jerome said softly, “That’s the hole your Daddy Conrad loves to stretch wide with his inflatable balls, did you like being stretched deep Timmy?” Timmy’s eyes were dark with lust and his comprehension wasn’t at its best, but he smiled and said, “Please, sir, will you stretch me deep too? Feels so slutty..use me daddy Jerome.” Jerome smiled down, “Oh believe me, boy, me and Pedro are gonna stretch you good so you’re nice and open for Pedro’s big bull dick.” He then gently flexed his hand, enjoying the look of lust on Timmy’s face. “So that’s the easy way of stretching your tense places inside,” Jerome said softly, “And now I am going to show you the hard way.” Working quickly Jerome slide his hand out until it was about midway inside the boy’s stretched-out inner first hole. He then made his fist much larger—not quite a full square and not locked into place—the boy was still a near-virgin and he didn’t want to tear anything, just hurt him,and he pulled his fist out fairly quickly, lodging its widest point—his knuckles—right at Timmy’s rectum. Timmy cried out in surprise and began panting. “Do a hit of poppers, piggy boy,” Jerome ordered. And the minute he felt the boy relax he push his hand back in and pulled it out, making his fist slightly bigger this time, stretching the boys rectum around his fist. “So, boy,” Jerome said with a serious tone, “I like to combine the easy way and the hard way when I stretch a boys hole.” “It’s in your best interest to work with me to get you stretched deep and wide my way,” Jerome said darkly, “Because Daddy Pedro has giant fists and he only likes to stretch boys the hard way. Are you gonna work with me, not complain, and huff on your poppers like a good pig slut?” Timmy nodded solemnly, his awareness focused now by the rough treatment. “Good boy, take several giant huffs, you gorgeous boy, and let me stretch you,” Jerome smiled. Timmy took several massive huffs off the poppers, and as it kicked in, Jerome got to work. Over on the other side of the room Pedro was busy getting reading to take the boy into the stratosphere. He gathered several half-gram vials as well as several 1/4 gram vials. Tearing off a few pieces of blue painter’s tape, he put a strip on top of two of the half gram vials. He then set all the other vials aside. He opened a capsule of X into each vial—looking up and grinning as Jerome was showing the boy what the “hard way of stretching” was like— he then took a 10 mg tablet of Valium, crushed it in the same mortar and pestle on the drugs table, and dumped this into one of the two vials. He wrapped a piece of blue tape around the bottle itself to separate it from the other. He then proceeded to crush a 5 mg tablet and dump it into the other blue-topped vial. He placed all the vials on a small rolling table and then grabbed another couple of bottles of lube—one marked super strong and the other light—indicate how much Tina was crushed and mixed into the mix. Pedro rolled the table around to the wall display of toys. He selected an inflatable buttplug—he couldn’t wait to take it up to beyond what the boy could handle and make him push it out—and then the huge, semi-rigid giant inflatable dildo as well as one of Conrad’s signature set of inflatable balls. He grabbed a few hard silicon sets of balls in various shapes in case Jerome wanted them, then a selection of buttplugs from large to giant. he laid all of this out on the second shelf of the rolling table. Next, he grabbed one of what they called “booty bump pistols.” This was a hard plastic device, shaped like a nightstick, with a handle and then a small, sliding door at one end. You then attached a long flexible tube with any number of different sized dildo heads on it. The idea was that you dropped the drugs into the opening the tube and closed it, threaded the tube with its head deep inside a boy, then the bulb was larger enough that one full pump would send the drugs deep inside a boys booty hole. He chose one with a head in between the size of his fist and Jerome’s, and then one a good bit bigger than his own. Finally he grabbed two skin bicep long textured fisting gloves, two huge thick rubber gloves, a couple of tit clamps, and a ball stretcher. These he laid out on the third shelf and went over to relax on the sofa and watch the show. Timmy was so overtaken with lust and need for the stretch that Jerome had unbound him from the sling and had him on all fours on a pad near the sling. He’d attached the boy’s ankle to a spreader bar, just to give Jerome something to keep control of the boy. Timmy was one hundred percent involved now in his own defilement—spreading his cheeks, begging for deeper stretching, moaning loudly when Jerome would punch him. Jerome was into the boy just past his forearm—Pedro was frankly amazed—and Jerome looked up and grinned as his friend settled in. “Toss me a quarter, brother,” Jerome said. When Jerome looked skeptical, Jerome just grinned and shrugged, all the while keeping up a steady firstfuck of the boy. Pedro picked up the booty pistol with the smaller head—in between his own fist and Jerome’s in size—and grinned. Jerome grinned back “Even better.” Pedro dumped the half-gram vial with the X and 10 mg of Valium and dumped it into the device. He rolled the table over beside Jerome and the boy, who was still begging for the fuck. Jerome pulled out and Pedro slipped the well-lubed head of the thing into the boys cunt. “Suck on that with your hole, Timmy,” Pedro order, “Try to draw it in.” The boy obeyed and with a little pushing on Pedro’s part they worked it in just to Timmy’s second hole. “Push out,” Jerome ordered, and as he did Pedro threaded the head about half-way into the second ring. Timmy gasped as Pedro tried to make sure it was in to a pretty wide point. Then he stopped “Huff on those poppers,” Pedro ordered, “Try to welcome that in.” Both Pedro and Jerome knew the toy wasn’t going anywhere—Pedro was holding the tube steady—but the boy looked so hot with the thing stretching him wide deep inside. Jerome leaned into Timmy’s ear, “I think it’s stuck, boy, want daddy to help that you fuck you a little deeper?” Timmy didn’t know what he thought but he knew the stretch was painful, so he panted “Yes, daddy, please take me deep.” Jerome smiled and Pedro handed him a quarter gram. Jerome lubed up, dumped the quarter into his palm, and made the thin bird shape around the tube and slid in, not stopping until he reached the toy. He sat that way, enjoy the way the boys fiery hole pulsed around his forearm. Timmy was pushing back, and so Jerome commanded “Six giant hits of those poppers each side, little pig, and then breathe deep.” After the boy had done six in one nostril, Jerome began to push the head, very slowly, through the second ring. At first Timmy was distracted by doing his other six popper huffs and the huge rush of drugs made his boy cunt open. Jerome entered him a full inch before his mind and body caught up and he groaned. Jerome did not stop, steadily, ever-so-slowly pushing deeper into the flaming boycunt, pushing the toy ahead of his still closed bird hand. “Deep breaths, sweet boy,” Jerome said softly, “Let your big black daddy take you there.” Jerome did not stop until Timmy was begging him to stop, his entire body rigid, and his face desperate. “Flex your hole around daddy’s arm,” Jerome ordered. Timmy was now exactly where he’d been before—Jerome was just at his elbow—but the big toy pushed ahead at least three inches and wide. And Timmy groaned and started shaking. “AGAIN, and clamp done harder this time,” Jerome ordered. Timmy moaned but complied, and then sighed, as his hole relaxed ever so slightly. Pedro nodded at Jerome who reached down with his free hand, grabbed Timmy by the back of his curly mane, and pulled back, arching his face up to see Pedro, legs splayed wide, monster, cobra-hooded bull cop hard as a rock. “In this life you are joining,” Pedro said quietly, “Sexually, you are slave meat.” Timmy nodded, “ Yes, sir.” “We bearers love and honor our boys in all ways. You will be treated better by your Lord Dimitri than any other man will treat you,” Pedro continued, “But sexually you are slave meat, without rights or choices, consigned to take pain or pleasure as we see fit.” Jerome now began to very very gently move his arm, beginning a very deep fuck. Timmy groaned and arched and cried out. “Lord Jerome is going to go even deeper in you now, boy,” Pedro said, “And you will take his arm with joy in your suffering, do you understand? Your suffering will please our Dark Lord.” Timmy, just barely able to focus beyond the intense stretch, managed, “Yes, sir.” “More poppers,” Jerome ordered, “And say the Litany.” A fast learner, Timmy slowly and deeply breathed several huge puffs of poppers. Squaring his shoulders—Jerome and Pedro smiled at the piggy resolve—Timmy began, “I am your hole, fill me with your seed, I am your….” Timmy cried out, as Jerome took him a full, sudden 1/4 inch deeper, then Timmy began moaning as Jerome began using long-practiced, almost imperceptible movements to deposit a few grains of the quarter gram deep in the boy. Timmy stayed rigid, and shaking, as Jerome stopped pushing the big hard plastic cockhead up his butt, the boy’s rectum mere centimeters from Jerome’s elbow. Pedro grinned. If Timmy were a more experienced pig—as he would be in just a few weeks time—that elbow would have already been inside his hole before this Tina gift was bestowed. Pedro watched silently, as Timmy struggled, then saw the dark energy surge from deep within the little boywhore. As an elder among the Brotherhood—Pedro was around 226 years old, give or take a few—the Mexican daddy with the huge fists and monster cock was beginning to develop the special senses required to trap and destroy human boycunt. While it was still a new skill—true elders of a thousand or more years could very nearly read bottoms minds—Pedro could see the outlines of desires, the need a drugged-out bottom was feeling for destruction. And so Pedro stood, stroking his monster, and cried out “Fuck him, Brother Jerome, his dark energy desires it.” And so Jerome began to every-so-slowly move his arm in and out, mere 1/8s of an inch at a time. Every time the boy loosened up he’d push a little deeper. Timmy groaned but obediently huffed on his poppers, which inevitably meant that Jerome was able to go even deeper. Pedro, meanwhile, was immobilizing the boy. He made Timmy arch his ass up high, and he tied his balls taut to the ceiling. He then affixed ome hand to another spreader bar and binding his elbow to the other so he could huff on his poppers. He did it wide so Timmy was forced to keep his chest flat against the floor, the perfect position for deep fist. Jerome was now about 3/4 of inch past his elbow into Timmy’s hole. He looked at Pedro who grained and said, do it. Jerome scooped the rest of the tin from his palm —it was probably more than half—and Timmy cried out and then within seconds his hole became hungrier. First, Jerome pushed in, getting almost to his bicep then he pulled back and started a bigger deep fuck of the boy. Even with his limited snake sight, he could see the boy was swimming in dark energy. He did this for about 20 minutes, fucking harder and harder and a bit deeper each time. Pedro lubed up his fist and grabbed the booty pistol. “Let’s light this ass up.” Jerome slid in and pushed past the deepest he’d gone, till Timmy was rigid. Pedro gave the bulb as big squeeze and within seconds Timmy started screaming as the 1/2 gram of Tina, the X, and the Valium entered his bloodstream almost immediately. Jerome slid his hand, now balled into a fist behind the big hard cockhead of the tube, out of Timmy in one go. As he pulled away, Pedro, his nocollapsable hand in the closest it would come to a bird shape, pounced. Pedro slid his big hand in slowly, but he didn’t pause. He slid until his knuckles were about to enter the boys inner ring. The kid was panting form the force what was essentially a .5 slam with ecstacy and Valium entering his blood stream. Within seconds the Valium reached his colon and his inner hole, and Pedro was rewarded when the boys inner ring opened and he slid his big hand in until he was buried wrist deep inside the boys inner ring. Timmy groaned, and spasmed a minute, panting and Pedro kept still. Then the boys hole loosened and Pedro slowing began a deep fistfuck. He first stretched the boys inner hole, and then once it started to loosed up he began to make his hand a little bigger and stretch the inner ring, then go back in. Once he was able to make a vey loose fist he brought his hand inside the boys first hole. Here he was more aggressive, creating space for his fist with determined movements. Then he very aggressively began to stretch the boys rectum, getting the boys closer and closer to a closed fist. He did this for a good 40 minutes or so. Then he started alternating, stretching both rings and spaces about 4 times each, over and over. As the boy started loosening up, Pedro pushed him ever-so-slightly on depth, claiming mere centimeters at a time. Then, just slightly before the boy was loose enough to do it easily, he made his hand into the smallest loose fist it could become and pulled out swiftly. Before the boy had a chance to really holler he was pushing the fist back in as deep as he could. He did this over and over and Timmy cried out “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Big fistfuck is right, piglet,” Pedro growled, the bull tattoo on his chest glowing, “Give me that hole.” As he did this over and over, roughly stretching Timmy’s hole, he saw dark energy swirling in the kids core. Timmy froze for an instant as Pedro’s nearly fully clenched fist drove in deep, then he shouted. “Fucking ruin my boycunt, Daddy, punch me! Punch me!” Pedro grinned, his cock rock hard, and he pushed into the boy a bit deeper. This triggered a massive anal orgasm so Pedro, lost to nothing but the velvet hotness of the boys inside and his desire to take everything the could give—and then more—he pulled his fist out and started punching. Pedro gave Timmy 75 hard punches, with Timmy roiling and assgaming constantly. Timmy was so out of it he didn’t even notice that Jerome had untied his balls from the bottom rung, and swing the tie bid I g his balls upwards to a pulley. With every couple of punches, Jerome would hang a small weight. When Pedro got to 50 in his count, Jerome spoke quietly—Timmy was making so much noise there was no point in whispering—“When you get to 75 punches go in and push him deep. I am going to teach this boy about getting his balls fucked.” So Pedro delivered the last 25, getting harder and harder as the boy cried out in pain/pleasure and then he pushed into the boys hole hard. Jerome hung a much larger weight—causing Timmy to groan and squirm—which allowed Pedro to take another half-inch deeper into the boys steaming hole. After a minute, Jerome hung a small weight. And again Timmy squirmed around the big arm and took a bit more. They did this three times, then Jerome said, “Boy, do those boy balls hurt?” Panting and struggling,Timmy said, “Yes sir.” Jerome grinned and started tapping on the boys nuts. Timmy whimpered and then gasped aloud as Jerome tapped a little harder. “The only way to make this stop, little beautiful cunt,” Jerome said, “Is to ask me to hurt you more.” Timmy took a minute, whimpering and shaking his head, he then squared his shoulders and took a deep breath—a mistake, really, as when he breathed out Pedro penetrated his ass more deeply. Timmy’s rectum was now stretched paper thin around Pedro’s huge forearm, just about 1/4 inch from the elbow. He groaned and cursed, momentarily unable to speak. “Say it, slave meat,” Jerome said, lightly hitting the boy’s sore balls with a paddle. Timmy sighed, and then shouted “HURT ME SIR!” Jerome hung a second big weight. As the pain traveled from his punished balls to his head, Timmy started squirming again, groaning deeply, and Pedro started sliding in. They made Timmy keep the full weights on his balsl for two minutes. Each time he struggled or wiggled his ass trying to relieve the pain, Pedro was rewarded with the feeling of a tiny bit more flaming boy pussy in his control. When the two minutes was up and the weight removed, Timmy groaned and breathed hard, suddenly only aware of how deep Pedro was inside his cut. “Oh fucuuuuck, deep fuuuck,” Timmy cried, “Need that deep fuck.” “Not yet, baby slut,” Pedro said, “We gotta wait for your hole to relax—in just a few minutes, your natural dark desires are going to start growining and your hole with loosen. Then I am going to fuck you good.” And so Pedro waited, first while Jerome detached the boy from everything holding him in place, second until the boys hole relaxed ever so slightly, and then until the second huge cocktail of drugs of the night kicked in and he could feel the boy’s desire radiate from deep in his hole. With his supernatural Bull sight he could see a huge river of dark desires release from deep within the boy. As that happened, the boy lowered his chest to the floor, his arms outstretched as if asking for offering himself for extreme violation, and Timmy said in a clear voice—far clearer than anyone as fucked up as him should have been able to master—“I am your hole, use me, use meeeeee.” Pedro worked with infinitesimal slowness, with the patience of a man who had already been alive for over a hundred years and knew he had thousands of boypussies more to destroy. By this point he had deep fisted literally thousands of men—from vaqueros strung up between posts and strung out on peyote and ancient Indian brews to European aristocrats, bound asses wide between bedposts with opium-wide holes to this new designer-drug era of wild, raging pussy hunger and a thinning veil between this world and the other side where combination of pleasure and pain, light and dark, that his clan worshipped remained. But what it was remarkable how the entire journey from getting just a finger inside a man’s hole, to being elbow or shoulder deep turning that hole into a cunt, was how every single time it happened he found it the ultimate turn on, the most pleasurable way for him to dominate another man. To see each little surrender, each step a man took into giving up his hole to Pedro for destruction, sparked pleasure in Pedro’s body, soul, and the giant, rampant, dark, Cobra of his cock. Whatever moment of lucidity Timmy experienced when he begged for Pedro to fulfill his deepest desires, was gone. All he could think about was that he needed to be fucked in a black hole of need that had replaced his hole, and that it needed to be by the thick, hard, tree trunk of Pedro’s arm. When he lowered his chest to the flour his only thoughts, on repeat were “Take my hole, fuck my hole, destroy my pussy, daddy.” This surrender to Pedro was distinct from his previous surrenders to the other three men who’d he’d encountered that weekend. Dimitri he’d given everything he possibly could, his virgin boypuss, his former life, his sero-status, his body, and his soul. Conrad—from the moment that huge, square, rock hard marble cock had pierced him deep and into the agony of endless deep enemas and cruel toy fucks—had demanded Timmy endure and revel in pain. Jerome had pushed buttons he didn’t even know he had, from the smooth way his long gorgeous black cock slid home to the depraved desires its snaky shape had dislodged as it pulsed and prodded into all the secret kinks he didn’t know he had. Pedro, though, was different. Pedro was like his spiritual companion—stubborn, hard, and determined. And Timmy had just given total elbow-deep control of his hole to the man, in the group with the widest fists and biggest bones and the most hardcore fucker and foster of all of them, all but begging for domination. But all of this was happening deep in Timmy’s subconscious understanding, for now visibly he was ruled solely by his heavily-drugged bottom-pig hidebrain. Pedro was going as slowly as possible to make the boy open up, but Timmy was eager and tried to help in his own destruction. Pedro put a giant paw on the small of his ass, and said, “Hold still, let me do it, or you will hurt yourself. As your hole opens there will come a time when you can push back. But now submit and let me take you.” And so Pedro took Timmy’s hole, his arms not going as deep as his other dark brothers, but much wider and thicker. As Timmy’s boy pussy was also find out: Pedro was truly big boned, meaning it wasn’t just muscle and sinew trying to destroy his hole, it was wide, rigid bone. Pedro steadily increased the speed and movement of his arm, loosening the hole. As soon as he got some play, he began widening, changing his arm arm and fist from straight up and starting to turn. Timmy lifted up and groaned, “Fuuuuck.” Pedro firmly pushed his head back down, “You asked to be cored out, beautiful slave meat, shut up and take it.” Pedro worked the boys hole for a couple of hours and neither he nor Timmy showed any signs of ever wanting to stop. Pedro would pound for a whole, wrist to elbow, then he switch to stretching either the boys first or second hole, making his fist bigger and bigger each time, and slowing pulling out. While it hurt, it also drove Timmmy crazy with lust, and he urged Pedro to do it harder and harder. From time to time Jerome would step in, hard punching the boy’s sloppy gash with his fists or seeing just how deep the boy would go. After several hours, Timmy’s hole was gaping open, the lips ragged, and it truly looked like a used boypussy. And only then, when the boys hole was sensitive but still begging for hard use, did Pedro fuck him.

Was wondering what the author means when he writes 'flap'. Well, the problem is that the German slang term 'Klappe' [for a public restroom where men have fun] can't be translated with 'flap'.

Been off prep for a couple months but didn’t stop taking loads. Went to ABS last weekend and took four anonymous loads in my ass, one week later feeling pretty il. Can it happen this quickly when should I take my at home test, kinda worried!