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Oh wow! These last few posts have been so deliciously hot! I love ABS fun too! I am anxiously awaiting more!

i'm with "twinks-heart-loads on this one. If my Top is poz, don't tell me until you're cock is really deep inside me and nutting. Then just whisper in my ear, "Slut, you're being loaded with my poz seed"! i think i'd probably shoot my load at that point!!!

The purpose of this thread is to collect/share measures for those who: 1. Have risky-sex fantasies (e.g. fucking bare without prep, bugchasing, etc.) 2. Don't want the consequences that are associated with an HIV-infection My background on this topic 1. I have had thoughts to fuck bare without prep for a long time. - And I also do not want the consequences. So I have developed measures to successfully encounter my risky sex fantasies. Maybe they do not work for everyone, but it is worth sharing them. 2. For me and others it needs more than the "just go/stay on prep" advice. The roots for our fantasies are much deeper and not everyone can get it. Here is what I do to encounter my risky sex thoughts Measure 1: Accept risky sex thoughts as something natural instead of feeling guilty. Scientific research is very clear about risk: Risk taking was very advantageous for our species through its evolution. In times of scarce ressources, those groups survived who have tried to eat a new fruit/entered some new area or have had sex more risky. And there is a part of our DNA that encodes something about our risky behaviour: The DRD4 Gene. Which can even be different between humans. Of course the evolutionary advantage of our risk-arousal is not valid today. Theworld has changed. But our DNA has not adapted yet. References: Goldstein S., Wired for Risk: The Genetic Roots of Bold Behavior Garcia et al., Associations between dopamine D4 receptor gene variation with both infidelity and sexual promiscuity. Measure 2: Talk with people outside your risky-sex bubble. I can highly recommend to talk about your risky-sex fantasies and fears with a trustworthy person outside your bubble. This can give you a feeling of being accepted and not alone. Of course it is not easy to find one that listens without judging. But you shoud give it a try. They can be your hero that guide you when you get crazy in between arousal and fear. Measure 3: Still allow risky sex fantasies. You can still have risky sex fantasies / roleplays. You can imagine/talk about risky sex but it does not mean that you do it in real life. Many people play with these fantasies in a way that does not have unwanted consequences. Measure 4: Go and stay on Prep. Of course I list this measure. But it can never be the only one. Because if you do not encounter your risky-sex thoughts in other ways, you will probably start "missing some Prep pills from time to time"... For those wo are lucky, the long acting Prep is a better option. Unfortunately: Not available/affordable in many countries. Please feel free to add your measures. You are not alone. If we share what we know, we can help each other 🙂

Chapter 7: Happy New Year! Raucous laughter resounded through the dining area. The festive New Year’s Eve dinner was well under way, and with several unusual features. For the first time this week, there was no buffet. Instead, the special deluxe meal was being served course by course, with everyone ordering from a menu. Another new approach was the seating plan. The entire party – apprentices and senior members – were all seated on both sides of a single large table, laid out in a horseshoe shape. Also, for the first time since the fall meeting, places were assigned – and the entire party was arranged so that none of the apprentices were seated next to other apprentices. Nor were any of them seated next to or across from their sponsoring senior members. As Shawn put it, talking to Thor across and down the table, “Someone planned this very carefully.” The weather all day had been at its spectacular Caribbean best, with the perfect combination of blazing sunshine and pleasant breezes. Equally pleasant was the printed announcement placed under the door of their suites that morning which stated that afternoon visiting hours were cancelled for today. Instead, everyone was invited to participate in a sunset toast on the terrace at 7:00 pm, followed by dinner inside, and then the New Year’s Eve party. The final sentence of the notice certainly caught his eye. Dress Code for Toast, Dinner and Party: Brief Swimwear, Thongs, Leather Gear, or Jockstraps ONLY. As the men all assembled on the terrace, Thor realized that this was the first time he had seen all the senior members with their regular clothes off. The apprentices had certainly made full use of their time in the sun all week, and the delectable tans on their bodies proved it. But there were a number of senior members who had stuck to their rooms for long periods of time, and Thor had never seen them without shirts and trousers. Some of the front and back views he was now taking in for the first time were very eye-catching indeed. Thor wasn’t concerned. He knew that he was looking his best in a new thong which he had bought and packed specifically for an occasion like this. The bright electric blue material showed off his smooth, firm ass and its tanlines to perfection, and was no less generous in highlighting his cock and balls in front. When they all moved into the dining room, he was more acutely conscious of the fact that he had been seated right smack in between Raul and Ramon, both of them looking formidable and spectacular in custom leather briefs and straps. This hot look had Thor busy wondering if [1] this seating was intentional and [2] if it had been requested or suggested by the twins and [3] if this meant that he was going to spend the entire night being repeatedly forced down and power-pumped full of Mexican twin leather sperm. So, his conversation was a bit stilted. But part of his mind forced him to pay due attention to the others in his immediate vicinity at the big table. Across at the other side of the horseshoe, he spotted Farouk, coincidentally (or not) seated right next to Lars. His eye roamed around, taking note of other wealthy men who had not yet come to see him, and admiring those who were closest to his own ideal of hot male perfection. The twins in fact were side by side with Dimitar at the head of that list. As he thought that, he caught sight of Dimitar, his arm draped across the shoulder of Luke, the short-guy champion of the entire group. Thor chuckled to himself at the mental image of Dimitar’s giant cock trying to penetrate the ass of a 1.6-metre-tall guy who wasn’t much bigger around than the tool invading him. Pure porn flick material, that vision. Thor’s hottest imaginings fell short of reality when the whole group shifted to the party room after dinner. This was going to be a party where all possibilities were open and all cards on the table – and sure enough, there were even a couple of tables set up for anyone who felt like taking a turn at poker while relaxing from other kinds of poker. The dance floor, the DJ station, the colourful flashing lights, the giant speakers – all of those were predictable. But that was only one part of the room. Other parts had cozy, semi-private booth seating like a go-go bar. Over at the far side, there was a series of curtained cubicles variously set up with a fuck bench, a sling, a slurp ramp, and – sure enough, a St. Andrew’s cross and a rack of various whips, floggers, and other accessories. At the back, there was a doorway with a sign over it that said “Dark Room” for those who really wanted the anonymous experience. Next to it was another door which led to a sauna, steam room, and even a sizable hot tub on an enclosed terrace outside the building. As he was studying all these possibilities, Shawn nudged his elbow and said, “Holy shit – this guy even has his own private bathhouse!” That made both of them laugh, but only for a second. Shawn had his hand on Thor’s basket, working hard to bring his cock to full erection as soon as possible. Thor’s surprise showed on his face. “Is this legal?” “I asked. Yeah, we’re allowed to play with anyone we want to for tonight. And I want.” With that, he dragged Thor into one of the booths, dropped to his knees, and started sucking on Thor’s bulging thong. In moments, he had Thor’s tool out of the thong and into his throat. Thor looked around, seeing other guys heading for the dance floor or over to the playrooms. His dick jumped in Shawn’s throat at the sight on one of the other apprentices getting tied up to the St. Andrew’s cross by the twins. Some of the guys on the dance floor were already going beyond just making out, with hands sliding down to crotches or into ass cracks and even the minimal clothing falling away onto the floor. Shawn came up from his crotch, pushing his face up against Thor’s ear to be heard over the loud music. “I want you in my ass, now. Ream my fuckhole wide open and pump your babies into me.” Never one to refuse such an alluring invitation, Thor shoved Shawn down onto his back on the booth seat. Shawn obediently raised his legs into the air. Thor took a hefty squirt from one of the convenient bottles of lube placed all around the huge room, spread it all around his rigid cock and fingered the rest into Shawn’s hole. Then he planted his tool against Shawn’s hole. “”Fucking shove it inside me.” Thor gave a sharp thrust with his hips and got over half his tool into Shawn at once. He then leaned hard and forced the rest inside in just a few more seconds. Shawn was hissing and gasping for air, after having the wind knocked out of him by the sudden forceful entry. Wasting no time, Thor began force-fucking Shawn at once. This redheaded muscle stud was definitely his type when he got horny, and he was prepared to fuck Shawn fast and hard. And Shawn wanted it. “Fuck, yeah! Harder, man, harder!” Thor was pounding away on Shawn full speed now, driving deep and straight and fast into the hot manhole under him. Shawn was clutching and grabbing at his body, doing his best to push Thor even farther into his ass. All at once, Shawn’s eyes began rolling up in his head and he gasped, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cumming!” He hadn’t even touched his own dick, but it was erupting, spraying cream wildly around as Thor pounded right down on top of him, forcing his way to his own orgasm. Before Shawn had even finished shooting, Thor exploded, blowing a huge load of his sperm deep inside Shawn’s muscle butt. He collapsed, gasping, across Shawn’s chest, both of them straining to get air inside their lungs after that first, furious fuck of the night. At last, Thor uncoupled and stood up, a little shakily. He looked down with considerable pride at the sight of his cum slowly squeezing out of Shawn’s ass. He got down on his knees and gave Shawn a considerate tongue bath to get him nice and clean for his next adventure. In turn, Shawn took a few minutes to suck Thor’s cock clean of the cream and ass juices. They parted company with a hug and a kiss, then both set off in search of further fun. Over the next hour or so, Thor got into some heavy hand play on the dance floor, cumming again as one of the senior members fingered his hole. He then wandered off to the steam room, where he found small group lying on the floor, busily engaged in a rimming circle. He got into the circle with them and enjoyed that for a while. Then he moved on to the hot tub, where a senior member unknown to him, whose name was François, sat on his lap and rode on his cock while he jacked the dicks of the two guys sitting either side of him. After a few minutes, François took Thor inside and led him to the fuck bench. “I like to fuck your ass on the bench, lying on your face.” Thor thought that sounded fine. He lay down on the bench, presenting his ass for yet another man to enjoy. Before long, he was spread out, legs and arms hanging down, while François did vigorous pushups on top of him, thrusting deep down inside him each time. His cock was just the right size to keep hitting the button on every single thrust, and before long Thor was drifting off into an ecstatic sexual trance with the endless sensations. In no time, he felt his cum oozing out of him onto the bench underneath his body. Just then, a cock pressed against his lips. He opened up and took it in, down his throat, and sucked on it as François pounded out his orgasm inside Thor’s ass. Then he pulled out, came around to Thor’s head, and said, “He’s ready for you now, Rahim.” Then he pushed his slimy cock against Thor’s mouth, and said, “Clean me up, boy.” Thor obediently sucked the juices off the still-hard cock as he felt Rahim sliding into his open, wet hole. François stepped away, and another cock presented itself for him. This one felt familiar in his mouth. “Well, I never thought I’d see you on the fuck bench, Thor.” Thor giggled for a moment, and then renewed his mouth attack on Farouk, while Rahim silently pounded away at his hole. Rahim came inside him, and again there was a switch. Thor began cleaning the cock slime off Rahim’s tool while Farouk entered him. As that generous tool widened his opening, he started cumming again. And so it went. Another man took Rahim’s place, and then another. Somewhere along the line, someone had fitted Thor’s wrists and ankles into the padded restraints attached to the legs of the bench. He was strapped down, on a fuck bench, in a party room where everybody was all wound up on whatever secret ingredients had been in the food all week, and the line of rampant cocks seeking to breed his hole became endless and numberless. He lost count of the cocks and loads, of the number of times he’d cum himself. He lost track of the time, drifting away in a nonstop erotic haze. As if from a great distance, he heard a voice saying, “Wonder how many loads he’s taken? When I was eating his hole, it just wouldn’t stop coming out.” Finally, someone called a halt. Hands released his restraints, and strong arms helped him to stand up. After a few moments he felt his head clearing, as he looked up into the anxious eyes of Lars. “You okay? You were down there for a long time.” “I think so. It’s gonna hurt like hell tomorrow, though.” Lars laughed. “I didn’t want you to miss the midnight countdown.” Everyone was assembling in a big circle on the dance floor. They stood shoulder to shoulder, the whole huge crew of nearly sixty horny, naked men, counting down the seconds to midnight, with each man firmly gripping the erect cock of the man on his right. “Ten… nine… eight… seven….” The voices rang out in unison, everyone shouting at the top of their lungs. Then: “Three… two… one… HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!” And then, on the stroke of midnight, everyone began madly jerking at top speed, each one trying to make the guy on his right cum again. The hands moved faster and faster, the cocks oozed juice, the men felt their muscles straining to hang on but also yearning to let it go. Suddenly a voice rang out: “All right, Shawn!” Thor’s head snapped to the right and he saw the redhead, his face all screwed up in ecstasy, as another bolt of cum flew out of his rigid tool. That was all it took. By the time another splatter hit the floor, Thor had begun cumming too. The smell of fresh man cream filled the air as loads sprayed out and dropped onto the floor all around the circle. The special cooking was so effective that it took less than two minutes for everyone in the entire group to blast off. Even the older ones were cumming hard enough to shoot high into the air and come down onto the floor with an audible “splat”. Once the huge circle jerk ended, the waiters (also naked or close to it, and also with raging erections) came around with glasses of champagne and everyone toasted the New Year in. Then the party slowly dispersed, with most of the guys heading for places to sit down and catch a bit of second wind before the action resumed – but only to catch their breath. The raging erections all over the room were nowhere near ready to fold yet. Thor wandered out to the hot tub and sat there with Lars and a couple of the other young fellows whom he had never really gotten to know earlier in the week. Miles was a hard-toned jock, a former Olympic swimmer, and Benny was a handsome Filipino with an engaging sense of humour. After about fifteen minutes, Lars said, “Okay, lads, that’s enough rest time. Who’s going to take my cock first?” Benny volunteered without hesitation, and in moments Lars had him bent over the rim of the tub and was eating his ass at full speed and with full intention. Thor and Miles sat, watching and rubbing themselves, and then began making out and groping each other. Once Lars got his cock inside Benny’s thoroughly loosened hole and began pumping, he turned to look at the others. “Fuck train. One of you get your cock inside me, now.” Thor waved Miles forward, and the stalwart Olympian soon had his nine inches sinking inside Lars. Thor in turn slid behind Miles and began eating ass. To his instant delight, a collection of someone’s sperm oozed out to coat his tongue as he sucked at the hole. Meanwhile, Lars was sliding back and forth between Miles and Benny, enjoying the sensations of fucking and being fucked all at once. But it got to be too much very quickly. All the action they’d had already tonight couldn’t stop them from erupting quickly yet again. Benny, a natural-born bottom if there ever was one, squealed loudly and shot a load out over the rim of the tub. The contractions of his ass brought Lars right up to the brink, and Thor recognized the distinctive moan Lars gave out as he shot – a long-drawn “Jaa…aa…aa…aa” which slid down a musical scale. As soon as Lars came, Miles as quickly exploded inside his ass. As they slowly calmed down, Lars snapped to Miles, “Stay inside me.” That gave Thor his cue. He stood up, wiped his pre-cum around his cockhead and embedded his rigid length deep inside Miles in one thrust. Miles groaned, “Yeah, Thor, fuck me.” Thor did his best, but he only lasted for another minute or so before he gasped out, “Cumming…” as his cock convulsed, filling Miles yet again with sperm. After that, they finally calmed down a bit. In due course, Miles and Benny moved off in search of more adventures. Thor, though, settled back into the tub, cuddling up against Lars who didn’t seem to mind at all. “So, Lars, after this big night, what happens next?” Lars laughed. “Do you really expect me to start answering questions now?” “No, but there’s no harm in trying.” “Very true. Your questions will be answered with one more memo that will slide under our door in the morning”. “That can’t be too far off now.” They both laughed. “Oh, this party isn’t over yet. I’m going to crawl out now and go looking for more fun. You surely can’t be ready to quit yet.” “I guess not.” “What you should do is look for any of the club members you haven’t encountered yet – tonight and tomorrow afternoon and evening. That’s my best advice for you.” “Sounds sensible.” Lars moved off, and Thor climbed out of the hot water and started looking around. Back inside the party room, he spotted Benny, now riding a pair of cocks in one of the booths. He headed over that way and fed his cock into Benny’s mouth, giving him some stimulation at the other end from the two hot daddies who were double fucking him. Even after so much exercise, Benny was still more than capable of giving a fabulous deep-throat blowjob, and Thor enjoyed his skills to the full. In about ten minutes, Thor blasted off into Benny’s throat at the same time that one of the two men fucking him was cumming. That guy pulled out, and Benny leaned over to clean his cock off. With the other guy still busy in his ass, Thor settled down over the older man’s head, letting him eat ass while he fucked ass. When the older guy came inside Benny and then pulled out, Thor bent down and cleaned off his cock. Then the four of them moved into close formation, swapping the combined sperm and ass juices around their four open mouths. It was now around 2:30 in the morning, and Thor realized that his cock had actually begun to grow softer. He twitched it a few times with his hand before noticing other men at the party doing the same. He quickly guessed that the “secret ingredients” in the dinner had finally begun to wear off after seven hours or so. It also occurred to him that he was beginning to feel sleepy. It had been a long and full day indeed. He joined the crowd moving slowly towards the exit. As he did so, he realized that Lars was joining him from the other side. Farouk and Abdul fell into place right behind them. Just like an old country dance, but in reverse, with the couples forming up again instead of splitting apart. By the time they had finished showering and drying off back in their suite, Thor was actually yawning as he applied more of the special ointment to his overworked hole. He caught himself yawning, felt self-conscious for just a moment, and then saw Lars doing it too. The time was close to half past three when Thor and Lars crawled into bed, pulling up the covers, and then snuggling in together before letting sleep claim them. “I’ll bet you never had a New Year’s party like that one before, Thor.” “You got that right.” The chuckles from that question and answer quickly morphed into the slow, quiet breathing of exhausted sleep.

I did not see the visit to the ABS coming. It's a nice illustration of how he's learning the difference of just getting fucked and getting fucked to get knocked up. Even when I was trying to play safe, I knew that having a bare cock in my cunt and getting a load in there was much more satisfying than someone wearing a condom. I guess that's why I wouldn't object when a man would just pull me up from my knees when I was sucking his cock, turn me around, and shove his cock up my ass without asking permission or wearing a condom. I even dropped my jeans when I'd get down to suck their cock, so they knew they had the option. And I was always pre-lubed. I fooled myself into thinking that having that condom in my pocket meant that I was playing safe.

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Puuli’s Introduction to Sexual Servitude Paulie awoke and it took him a minute to come to the realization that he was here, in the trailer, somewhere in n the middle of the Appalachians. Behind him, he heard Papi snoring, but as he tried to slip out of bed, the big man, his owner and master, put his long arm out and pulled him in tight. Even asleep, the big thick cock was hard , nestled in the crack of Pauli’s perfect, shapely, generously globed ass. Pauli could feel the lean muscle of Papi’s arms and perfect pecs, and the washboard abs he found so sexy. Pauli sighed, and blew out his breath upward, making the light blonde curls—Papi kept Pauli’s hair a bit long, so he could use it as reigns as he pounded the small blonde’s hole all around the old trailer, across the yard, or in the modern dungeon and bedroom in the underground compound concealed by the big, run-down, barn. Pauli hated that he found Papi insanely attractive. He hated the way one look at the man’s monster 10 inch cock, made his own little five incher jump, how it made him want to put his feet in the air and pull his boypussy apart and beg for it. And Pauli hated that Papi made him do just that—he’d fill Pauli’s hole with some of the meth his gang sold, and then act like nothing was up, cleaning one of his many weapons with those muscular thighs parted until, in his desperation, Pauli would crawl on his hands and knees between them, staring at the cock, and beg: “Papi, please, let me suck it, make it so hard, fuck me, please papi.” Pauli had not come to Papi willingly, but now he would never leave willingly. He couldn’t. He was addicted. Not just to the constant supply of chems, but to the Cock. The ten-inch, uncut, rock-hard ugly monster that was thicker than both of his wrists put together. He spent nearly every waking moment pleasuring Papi’s cock with his boypussy or his mouthpussy. And when he wasn’t, he was either pleasuring some other cruel man’s massive cock or dreaming of Papi—his big hands slapping his face, spanking his little bubble butt, punching his stomach or his asshole, how the muscles of his arms flexed and dripped with sweat when he beat Paulie with his belt or a wide leather strap. And Papi was the definition of insatiable—he came inside Pauli’s ass or mouth at a minimum of two times per day, often three, and very often five or six times. No, Paulie could get meth most anywhere, but there was only one Papi and only his big, fat, cruel Latino cock. He’d come to be a slave here because his deadbeat mother owed the gang money, and given the choices of whoring herself out or trading away her eldest son, she of course, chose herself. Before the transaction could be completed, though, the men had taken Pauli into the bathroom and forced him to strip. When he tried to resist, one of them slapped him hard across the face and then they tore off his clothes. One of them walked around him while a deep, accented voice directed him and his friend, who was manipulating Pauli like he was some sex doll. “Stand back and slowly walk around so I can see all of him.” “Lift up the little cock so I can see his balls.” “Let me see his hole. He a virgin? Check for me.” At this last one the big Latino who was handling him slicked up a finger with spit and rammed it in. Pauli cried out and the big man clamped his hand around Pauli’s mouth. “Sure seems like it. Ain’t seen a ho this tight since my last little bitch on the inside,” the big man said. A minute later Pauli groaned with relief as the big finger left the his hole. The voice on the phone spoke again, “Have Jose bring the boy to me. And if he’s not still a virgin when I get here I will personally cut off the balls and dick of whoever touched him and feed it to him while you all watch,you feel me?” “Yes boss. But can we use his mouth?” “Yes, you and two and Jose would save me some time in breaking him in,” the voice said, “But I don’t want him to get here and look a mess from you hitting him too hard.” Pauli was in shock, and it didn’t resist when the men swiftly gagged and blinded him and cuffed his wrists behind his back. He heard one of the men finalizing the deal with his mom and then cool air as they hustled them out the side door of their run-down house and into some sort of vehicle. He thought he was in the back of an SUV, but he couldn’t move—they’d cuffed him with his arms and legs in an X lying on his back. The next couple of days were a blur. At first he was in some sort of old warehouse, locked in a small room. It had a small cot, a sink and a toilet. They always left a bottle of water for him. Every morning they gave him a sandwich and another water and some vitamins. In the afternoon, the men would come and he would suck them off. If he resisted, hard slaps and belly punches were given until he’d obey. They were pleased to see that he wasn’t a complete novice, and on the second day (he thought) when he’d started cooperated they filmed him and sent it to their boss. Finally the next morning, Jose appeared to drive him to meet the boss. The man was a Dominican giant with a very fat, 9 inch black cock. Pauli tried to service him, but he couldn’t get much in his mouth. So Jasper fixed his wrists and neck in place, put in a mouth spreader, and fucked and fucked Pauli’s mouth until he came. He then forced Pauli to take his first ever load of piss. Pauli had a really hard time with this, and Jose just laughed “The boss wants me to prepare you for some of your daily chores so you’ll fucking learn. You’ll see.” The trip took about two and half days. Pauli remained in the back of the van, cuffed and blindfolded. Instead of taking proper pit stops, he found remote roads in isololated areas and then laughed as Pauli did his business. At every stop, Pauli was bound and using a urinal gag, Jose made him drink his piss. For each of the two nights, they’d stay in some cheap hotel, and he’d bathe Pauli and then Pauli spent at least a couple of hours receiving stern guidance on blow job technique and pleasuring a top man’s asshole. “We’re here slut,” Jose said. Pauli was groggy—he’d been dosing in the dark van, so bored sleep that seemed preferable—and he blinked his eyes open. The blindfold was already off and the sunshine was bright. “Hey boss,” Jasper called, “Brought your new property, like you asked.” A few minutes later, a tall Latino, lean and very muscular came into view. The Boss was tall—probably 6’3”—and shirtless. He wasn’t built like a body builder, but reminded Pauli of something more dangerous, like a panther. His skin was a deep olive, and most of his torso and left arm were covered in ink. He had a narrow waist, and washboard abs. Following the clearly-defined v of his torso down, Pauli gulped. The bulge in his trousers was thick and very long, much longer than Jose, That was probably going to hurt. The Boss didn’t even glance at him. He embraced Jose, “He give you any trouble on the way?” Jose smiled, “Nah, he was a good boy. Isn’t great with his piss drinking, but a few more days with a urinal gag and he’ll be good. And he’s got a hot mouth. Natural-born faggot—I came in his mouth two to three times every night and he lapped it up like his whore mother’s milk.” Finally the Boss looked at him. He strode over, the big snake in his pants already starting to fill out, “That true, you born a faggot, boy?” The man’s masculinity was overwhelming, the smell of his sweat intoxicating. Pauli was speechless for a minute, and then the Boss started laughing, his big hand enveloping Pauli’s embarrassingly tiny and mortifying hard cock. “No need to answer that one, I got it right here.” Then the hand swiftly moved down, enclosing Pauli’s little balls in the big hand which crushed them, hard. Pauli screamed. The Boss just grinned. He spoke low and with menace, “When I ask you a question, you answer immediately. You will always says “sir” or “Papi” when addressing me. Is that clear, boy?” “Yes, sir,” Paulie replied, then he began to whine as the big man, his new Papi, squeezed his balls a little more. Papi circled the handcuffed boy, admiring his thin, pale body. Pauli had the defined abs and muscular legs of a California skateboarder—one of the few recreations he could afford—because of that, despite his twinks body he had a well-developed ass and good definition all over his middle and lower body. Touching the boys slender bicep, Papi said, “We’ll work on this body a bit, even you out. But I like a big ass and for a little white skater twink, you got a great butt.” He stood behind the boy, leaning down a bit , his big manly arms around the twinks neck. He started nibbling on Pauli’s right ear. Jose grinned, “Okay boss I will head out, looks like you’re going to be occupied.” Papi stopped nibbling. “I will wire you money for transit and expenses through our secure account.” He continued, “As I bonus for doing this, I texted you the address of a hot little former quarterback who’s one of my big earners. He’s a white boy who craves black and Latin cock. He’s all set up with party supplies and will keep you happy for as long as you like.” Jose grinned and started to thank his Boss, but Papi was already headed to the run-down barn, his big hands spanking the little white boy hard, making him squeal. When they got to the barn, Papi set Pauli down and pulled out a piss- and cum-stained pair of briefs. He tied them around Pauli’s eyes, and the crotch was over Pauli’s nose. The smell of the man’s sweat and piss was making Pauli incredibly horny, despite his anger and terror at being made a captive. The big Latino entered the barn, and closed the door. Pauli heard numbers being entered into a keypad and mechanical whirring. Seconds later Papi picked him up again and he felt them going down some stairs. The basement was cool, with well-filtered air. Papi walked him down what seemed like a hallway, a brief pause as another access code was entered, and he sat Pauli down on a padded floor and removed the blindfold. Papi immediately moved off to Pauli’s right and Pauli heard him rattling around in some drawers. Pauli looked around the room and was immediately scared. One wall was mirrored, with a sling (he knew the word from porn, of course) and then something else he knew to be a fuckbench. On the longer wall adjoining it was a big X shaped thing, like everything else it outfitted with restraints for hands and feet and other body parts. Next to the X there was a white peg board, with all kind of leather paddles, whips, straps, sets of ball gags and cuffs. He heard Papi laugh, “Keep turning, you are just getting to my favorite part.” Pauli turned and his eyes widen widened with alarm. The shorter wall opposite had shelves and shelves of butt toys of all shapes and sizes, from the merely large to horrifyingly gigantic. He recognized dildos and plugs from porn and from Twitter, but he had no idea what some of those things did. There were also all kinds of other devices—metal, rubber—which he had no idea what they were for. Suddenly he felt the big man behind him again and for the first time felt his huge naked cock pushed into his butt. “Don’t worry baby, Papi will go slow,” he whispered, “but you should know each those shelves is three toys deep.” The his voice turned stern, “And eventually you experience every single one of those instruments of pleasure and torture and will take every butt toy on that wall to the base. If you don’t,you will be punished. And then we will start again Is that clear, boy?” Pauli gulped, sweating, “Yes, Papi.” Papi grabbed a clear water bottle he’d had on the floor, filled it with orange liquid. He put the drinking tube in Pauli’s mouth and fed the boy several ounces of bitter, salty, orange Gatorade. Papi grinned, “Good boy. You’ll get used to the taste. Just a little GHB to help you relax.” He brought the boy over to the shower area and handcuffed him to a bar, facing a mirrror on one wall and spread his legs wide on a spreader bar. “I always like to see a boys face when I hurt them” Papi said, “Turns me the fuck on.” For the next 45 minutes, Papi administered larger and deeper enemas to Pauli. After the boy’s hole was clean deep inside—it didn’t take long beecause for the last 24 hours all he’d been allowed to eat was smoothies, semen, and piss. Then he started filling the boy up until his stomach bloated and pluggging his hole. He untied his hands and bound him tightly with his arms back, forcing his back to arch and the big enema visible across his little abs. Then Papi started punching the boy in the abs, making his stomach cramp and roil. Finally, he attached tight tit clamps to the boys erect nipples and punched again. After delivering six hard blow, he reached up and ripped the clamps off. Pauli screamed and convulsed and the plug and water came shooting out. Without saying a word, Papi began threading the sure shot deep in the boys guts filling the boys entire colon with even more water than before. The gorgeous little twinks stomach bulged and the cramps began before he pulled the house into the inner rectum and filled it so full the boy was shaking and groaning in pain. He then popped in an inflatable and blew it up just enough to make the boy groan. He quickly removed the spreader bar—it would get in the way of the coming fuck and hoisted the boy up so he was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists. He then walked over and grabbed a fully loaded point, with more than he usually gave a newbie. He wanted the boy begging for abuse sooner rather than later. Papi said in a low, matter-of—fact tone, “I own you. You are nothing but a set of holes, both always available for my cock, my cum, my piss, and my spit. Your body is just there to support your holes, and to provide me pleasure by hurting you.” With that last he reached out and grabbed Pauli’s mouth and kissed him roughly, then spitting in his mouth and all over his face. “Your master is goning to give you your first dose of Tina,” he said darkly, bringing the syringe up in his strong right arm, “I am going to show you your true nature, tonight, and every night for the rest of your life. You will experience sexual pleasure that you will find as addictive as the drug itself.” Papi stepped back and put the needle in his own arm, filling the vial with his blood. Then shaking it, he stepped forward and looked Pauli straight in the eye. “Beg me for the gift of my charged DNA, slave, beg me to make you poz.” Pauli at first didn’t speak, his eyes wide with fear and longing. And then he realized, in his heart of hearts he wanted nothing more than to submit to this dominant stud. He wanted to be used and abused, he wanted to experience what the young twinks in his favorite porn did when they were roughly fucked, and slapped around. He’d always wondered at their expression of pure bliss, even when they were getting treated like dirt. He looked Papi straight in the eyes and said, “Please, Papi, sir, my master, please use me as you see fit. Teach me to please your god-like body and your god-like cock.” Papi smiled. The boy seemed sincere but he was also rolling on some g. But no matter if the boy meant it—or even said it—Papi would use the boy. He walked up and held the needle to the boys vein, “Don’t move your head, or this will damage you.” He then expertly gave the boy a big shot of Tina mixed with his own charged blood, the boys eyes grew wide, and Papi barely got the needle out before he began to cough loudly. Within seconds he was truly begging, begging for the big cock to pierce his virgin butt. Papi walked behind the boy, greasing up his cock with Tina-laced lube. He went behind the boy and pulled the tight, round cheeks apart and ripped the buttplug from, the boys hole. Papi stood aside as water streamed out. The big Latino hosed the boy off and made sure any waste was down the drain. He stood in front of the boy, hanging now for, just his hands in the ceiling. Picked up his little muscular legs and lined up his cock. “This is going to be so much fun.” Papi sunk his big cock into Pauli slowly and surely. Pauli’s blue eyes grew wide, “Oh…owww…oh please, go slowly, please.” Papi grinned evilly and said, “No can do slut, this is my hole and I claim it.” Papi did stop when his huge swollen cockhead reached Pauli’s tender inner hole. He planned to fuck the boys outer hole first, opening him up, before teaching the boy about true deep fucking. Papi settled in for a nice long fuck, delivering slow strokes that just touched at the boys inner gate. Soon, the Tina began to set Pauli free, and his true bottom pig nature won out. Soon he was begging, “Please sir, please sir, harder. Use your hole, open my pussy.” Papi fucked and fucked, pounding the boy, changing his angles and stretching his new boycunt. He could famously fuck for a long, long time, having almost superhuman control over when he came. So he railed the boy for about 45 minutes, teaching the boy to grip his big rod tightly on the outstroke and looser on the instroke. If Pauli failed to do this, he got a hard slap to his face. Paul learned to open his mouth so Papi could spit in his mouth. Pauli was in heaven. The drugs made his ass so hungry and the man fucking him was a fantasy come true. He no longer cared he’d been sold by his mother, all he cared about was pleasing this Latino sex machine. Papi, for his part, decided he wanted to come. And there was no better place to do it then in his new slaves tight inner ring. Papi pulled his hips back quickly, his big cockhead leaving Pauli’s hole with a loud squelch. Pauli cried out, “NO, please, sir, don’t stop don’t stop.” Papi said nothing, just grinned, and then he snapped his hips forward, hard, skewing the boy until his giant cock was buried balls deep. Pauli screamed, eyes wide, as the thick ten inches sunk through his second hole. Papi grinned, and realized he’d hit the jackpot—the boys anus was on the short side, 6 inches, meaning the most sensitive part of his cock—the giant head, glans, and upper body—were buried four inches into the tight velvety smoothness of the lower sigmoid. “That, boy, is your second hole. That hole and all the other rings for the entire length of your colon belong to me and to anyone I whore you out to. Right now, I am taking just the first part of your second hole.” With that he pulled his cock out about five inches, exiting the second ring and then immediately slammed back in. “But all of your hole belongs to me, and you will give every single inch of your colon to me. Not all today, not all tomorrow, but little by little, week by week, I will claim your hole. All of it, shoulder deep.” Pauli knew he should be horrified, protesting, but he had to admit, the big warm cock felt amazing in him. It hurt like hell but he knew he deserved to be taken, to be used, it was his destiny. He could feel the drugs rewriting his brain, could feel his hole start to caress the massive cockhead, start to rekindle that primal need he had for a hard fuck. Papi felt it too—he was expecting it—and he smiled and said in a low voice, “Push out, like you are taking a dump , it will make it easier and let me fuck you deeper, then grip hard on the outstroke, show Papi’s cock you don’t want it to go.” And so for about 10 heavenly minutes, Papi raped Pauli’s virgin inner hole. The boy was so hot, Papi came long before he wanted, his toxic cum spurting ropes and ropes inside the boy. As he pulled out, he saw his cock was a little pink. Good, he’d convert the boy sooner if he bled. Papi loosened the boys bonds and Pauli collapsed on the floor. Without saying a word, Papi strode over to one of his big reclining thrones, that displayed his big cock and tight asshole for twinks to service. Settling in, he grabbed one of the freshly loaded pipes he had all around the room and began to light up. “Get over here slave, and clean my cock and worship daddy’s manly ass. Make it feel good or I will crop you little butt.” After alwardly crawling over to service his lord’s cock, Paulo tried. But he had trouble. Papi’s cock was massive and he was relatively inexperience. In response, his new master got up and held him up tightly by his throat and cropped his cock and balls, beating the boy hard until Pauli was in tears. Satisfied the boy knew how much pain he could give him, Papi dropped the boy who lay crumpled on the floor. He walked over to one his wall racks and grabbed a mouth spreader. When Pauli resisted, Papi growled and grabbed the crop. He leaned down and spread the boys cheeks and beat his sore asshole, delivering 15 stinging hard leather slaps to the tender, freshly-deflowered ring. After the first five, Pauli began to beg, saying he would try better. But Papi was merciless, counting down from 15, each strike harder than the last. Pauli was quivering and sobbing as Papi reinserted the ring and stretched the boys mouth so hard the boys jaw ached. Papi leaned back in his chair again, and using the boys mouth like a living fleshlight, began to pleasure himself with his new boys mouth. Pauli gagged and retched, but Papi in no way responded. The boy needed to learn that he wasn’t a person, he was a hole. Boring of this position, Papi stood and carried the boy—his face already covered in phlegm—and placed him with his head hanging over the edge of one of the little fuck beds. And then Papi really began to facefuck the little twink. Papi edged himself like this for probably 45 minutes. He figured the boy had probably passed out a few times from lack of air, but he just kept on fucking, delivering long brutal punching strokes deep into the boys throat. From time to time he’d punch or squeeze the boys little balls, enjoying the way screaming made his cock penetrate deeepr down the twinks slender throat. Keeping up a steady attack on the boys nuts, already starting to swell, Papi thrust deep into the boy’s gullet and came again, big ropes of cum filling the boy, who gurgled and gagged beneath the big Latin. Now Papi paused to catch his breath, his insatiable cock barely loosing any blood, and then he began to piss, moving his cock up so it rested on the boys tongue, loving the way the boys tongue involuntarily shuddered at the strong taste. Papi prolonged the piss as long as he could. Then wordlessly, he pulled out, and removed the mouth spreader from the boys mouth. He then threw the boy over onto his stomach on the bed and cuffed his hands behind his back. He walked over to the chair and grabbed his crop, and a big vial of Tina, and then grabbed the inflatable plug and some laced libe the boy had taken earlier. He walked over the boy, picked his head up, and said, “Open your mouth pussy.” When Pauli complied, Papi pushed his still semi-hard cock in all the way, sighing in blisss. He then leaned over—not carrying if it hurt the boys neck—and spread the boys checks and delivered five super cruel lashes of the crop to the little hole. Pauli screamed in pain—while it came out like a loud gurgle around Papi’s now rock hard cock—but again, that just allowed Papi’s fat ten inches to find deeper purchase. Papi selected several big rocks and pushed them into the boy hole, enjoying the sensation the boy’s throat caused as he shouted again from the paibain. Lining up the toy, he slide it home and began pumping. He pumped it just enough to fill the boy. Papi immediately yanked his cock out of the boy’s throat and walked backwards, seating himself in one of his big comfortable thrones, which placed his cock and ass—muscle cheeks wide open—in perfect position for his new little slave to worship with his mouth. Pointing down, Papi said, “Serve, slave bitch.” The boys eyes were alight with the dark desires fuedl by the Tina, and he struggled forward on his knees, looking with naked hunger at the big cock. As he moved forward to engulf it in his mouth, he was brutally slapped. “Not my cock. Serve my sweaty ass, bitch, get in there and clean it up.” About 30 minutes later, Pauli was as deep as his little, exhausted tongue could reach into his master’s hard ass. Saliva and phlegm from another brutal facefuck covered his sweet face, and Papi was using the boy’s mouth juice as lube as he enjoyed the boys abject service. Right, he thought, time to fuck. Abruptly standing up, he used his big feet to push the boys neck to the ground. “Get that fat ass up, arch your back, and keep your head on the ground.” He grabbed his vial of Tina but no lube—the boys thick phlegm should work fine. Standing behind the boy, he realized the big inflatable was still in. How had he forgot about that? Kneeling down and jacking his cock, he began to press on the pump bulb, enjoying Pauli’s increasingly desperate moans. Finally he achieved his goal. The little twinks hole couldn’t contain the huge thing and with shriek the boys asshole expelled the giant toy with a rush, spraying pink lube and cum everywhere. Pauli’s hole was already beginning to look it had been cunted, but Papi knew better: he hadn’t even begun to cunt the bitch. Picking out a nice rock from his vial, he pushed it into his piss slit. It burned a little, and he could feel the Tina. He smiled darkly, because he knew the boypussy he was gonna fuck would feel the burn more. With an expert hand he spread the boys cheeks with his left hand as his right hand lined up his preferred cuntimg tool, his dark monster cock, I’m the boys new cunt. Wordlessly he snapped his hips forward, mercilessly driving the cock in to the root. The boy was wordless for a second, and his back arched up even more as he brought his head of the floor to give a cry of anguish, but before that could happen, Papi had already pulled his cock already out and was delivering another cruel punch fuck, the huge rock still not dissolved and burning and scraping the full length of the boys ass a second time. Now Pauli paused, his cock throbbing as the boy cried out. “Fuuuck, burning hot poker, fat daddy cock fuck, hurts, burns, fucking tree trunk in my pussy.” Pauli grinned, gave a hard squeeze to his bladder knocking the rock off deep into the boys guts, tumbling a little burn of desire a little deeper. And then Papi began to fuck the boys second ring hard, jabbing his big tool into the burning hot space where the Tina dissolved, using it to spread the dissolving desire all around deep in the boys guts. Because he’d already come, he had even less trouble than usual extending this fuck, using the boys hole like he’d used a fleshjack to edge himself. But of course Papi had never had to use anything less than grade triple A live boypussy to edge himself. And so he fucked his new toy, changing positions every so often. He unbound the boys rest, and keeping his cock in place, he pushed the boy out flat, with one leg up, and fucked yet another deep place. Finally, when the boys legs were back to his ears, Papi pounding hi, at his deepest with his legs locked straight, fucking with his powerful abs and his body weight on his big arms Papi came again, his hot cum scalding the boy’s insides. Untold hours later—Papi hadn’t even bothered to look, but maybe 8 hours later—Papi’s hard throbbing cock was again buried deep into Pauli’s abused, loose hole. Pauli was prone beneath him, one leg up, and Papi’s upper body rested, turned at the only axis that mattered in Pauli’s head, where the cock that he worshiped entered his swollen hole. Papi moved slowly, savoring how every movement of his monster made the boy quiver. The boy was a mess. HIs nipples, swollen and sensitive from Papi’s sharp teeth, were pinched between the jagged points of a set of Papi’s most vicious titclamps. His gorgeous ass was bright red and purple, for he had been warmed up with the belt before taking the prison strap and then a three-tailed tawse. The cruel tips of the last one had shown Papi the new boys true nature. All night, as expected of a bottom slut, the boys small cock had been limp, drizzling precum and piss, but soft and shriveled. The minute the searing burn of the tawse hit his ass, Pauli had gotten rock hard. And then—and Papi had rarely seen this except on big masochistic muscle men—a slightly off-the-mark lash had wrapped itself between the boys checks, under his slightly upraise taint, and the tawse and struck the full length of the little hard cock, triggering a screaming, ecstatic orgasm for the twink. And finally they had ended up here, Pauli lost in a slow, rolling, wave of pleasure and pain. His entire focus was his hole and the cock that throbbed inside, and while he could feel the soreness of the welts and bruises on his back and ass, after his hole he felt his tits. He’d always had a sexual tie between his cock and his nipples, only able to come if he caressed his tits like a woman. But now the shifting stimulation as the pressure on them varied against the mat on the floor based on how much of Papi’s weight rested on him as the big cock slowly moved in and out of Pauli’s hole, stimulated both his hole and his sore cock, with its sizzling red tawse welt running the entire length of its underside. His only that was that he could be like this forever, sore, open and used, his entire mind and body mastered by the hunky Latino who fucked him like a delicate violin of pain and pleasure. Papi got up on his hands, grabbed the boys hip, and starting increasing his speed, pulling out and slamming in. Pauli was in agony, as the big cock punched his sore lips and drove deep into his colon. For about 10 minutes Papi continued this rough treatment, reminding the boy that he was nothing, that Papi ‘s cock was his lord and master. Then, lost in the ecstacy of the boys sore hole fluttering around his cock he allowed himself to come, shooting great burning ropes of his toxic seed, all up and down the quivering boys hole. Papi allowed himself a few moments rest, his weight wrapped around the boy. He stayed still, but the boy’s hole pulsed around his fat cock, as if it couldn’t decide if it hated the abuse or craved more. Papi smiled darkly. Lifting himself up on his arms, living his cock still buried tight in the boys soft, warm, velvet cunt, he grabbed the big vial and small plate he had set down earlier. He chose six big shards, each one bigger than the last, and set them in order on the plate. He then took a smaller vial of finely crushed powder and made a rather large pile next to the final shard. He lubed up his fingers and began to gently ,assuage the boys hole around his cock. At the same time, he slowly began to piss, giving the boy about one half of his bladder’s fill in his inner hole, and slid his cock out. He kept his right legged hooked over the boy, and used his free hand to position the smallest rock, and then slid it in. Using a single finger now, he rolled the little burning thing all aloud the boys inner ring. Pauli responded with a little cry but then his hole loosened slightly and he sighed in pleasure. Papi was very gently, soothing in his massage of the boypuss, and once the rock was absorbed into the bou, he grabbed the next one, and used two fingers to do the same. And so it went, Papi: rock, finger, absorb, massage, Pauli: cry out at the burn, coo in pleasure, open pussy. Papi prepared to pounce, positioning himself to straighten the boys legs and pin him down, he grabbed the largest rock, and slipped it in, then, turning his hand upright, he dumped the pile into his palm. Putting his fingers in the bird shape, he simultaneously drove his whole hand inside the hole and, with the other hand, straightened the boys left leg, and used his right leg to put himself on top of the boy, pinning him down. The boy was close to be open enough for fisting, but of course he wasn’t quite. A kinder man would have spent more time preparing the boy so the boy could give his hole. But Paulie needed to be taught that Master Papi took from Paulie, whether Pauli gave willingly or not. As the fist entered the boys ass, his boypussy ring shuddered in alarm, powerless to prevent the intrusion because it was just, oh so nearly stretched enough. The final result was brutal, total, control. Pauli was pinned from ankle to shoulder by the much larger man, his hole was filled—from rectum well into almost the second knuckle of the long hands in his second ring. The big shard had been pushed inside him deep into his second hole, burning a new path of dark, twisted desire deep within his ass. Pauli gave a hoarse cream, and his body was utterly rigid, his mouth gaping open in pain. It was not just the feeling of something enormous, bony, and hard jammed into his ass that was causing his body to react with shock and pain, it was the intense burn of the big shard the man was gently rolling around his inner space. Papi was utterly still, letting the boy realize how he’d been taken, then he leaned in and whispered darkly, “Who owns that pussy, slave?” Pauli struggled to speak, still lost in agony turning to hot desire, and finally croaked, “You, sir, you.” Papi waited several minutes, letting the huge dose of Tina take over the boy, and then he gently unfolded his hand, stretching the inner ring while depositing the big pile of finely crushed Tina into the boys hole as he began gently twisting his hand, distributing the a burning need. This time Pauli screamed—the crushed Tina was absorbed almost immediately, its burning hot and more intense. By this point the boy’s hole and received the equivalent of a massive slam. A fresh, intense sweat poured off him, and he began to quiver in sexual heat. He whined, and his hole begins to flutter around Papi’s hand. Papi return his hand to the bird shape and abruptly pulled out. Pauli cried out —he was still a bit sore, but complied immediately as Papi position him on his knees, head and arms resting flat against the floormat. Wordlessly, Papi slipped his hand back inside the boy. Again, there was a little moment when the ring tried to resist, but he went in fairly smoothly even as the boy cried out. Now, Papi began to gently fist, moving his hand around to make space. As soon as Pauli began to coo and push his little ass back, Papi changed tactics and abruptly pushed in slightly while cruelly stretching the boys inner ring. “You know why I love fisting, boy.” Papi mused idly, refolding his hand and returning to gently massaging the boypussy. “I can drive a boy wild, control him like a puppet, teach him who is master truly is.” And so Papi fisted his preciously-virgin 18-year old slave as the boy rode wave after wave of Tina-induced pleasure. Papi flipped him onto his back and got him in a sling, and gave him a bottle of poppers. The big Latino sex machine alternated between gently fisting the drove the boy crazy to hard stretching periods, making his hand bigger and bigger as he every so slowly pulled out. He didn’t go deep, and although he had periods of pulling out and pushing in, he didn’t teach the boy to be punched yet. Papi just enjoyed the abject surrender and submission on the boys face, a look he had seen on other young virgin twinks faces when he had deflowered them so totally—with slams, with his big cock, his cruel beatings, and then then final taking—fisting fucking the little sore boypussy right before it were really ready. Papi knew, the boy was now his, addicted to one person could take them on this hard, dark, journey. When Papi got bored with fisting, he fucked the boy, his big cock squelching in the loose, destroyed hole. He used dildos—none to long, but he paid no regard to how thick they were, patiently waiting as the boy groaned and his boypuss lips stretched thinner and thinner around the bigger and bigger toys. Papi was content for the boy to take just the head of the toys, letting the head just start to part the inner lips. Sometimes, though, he dropped a little shard in, alongside a tool with a particularly tapered head, and then as that kicked in, he’d have the boy do big, long, deep hits of poppers. On those time he would slide the dildo in, stretching the inner ring. Papi decided he did want to work the boys inner ring, he went back a half dozen sizes, dropped a pile of finely crushed Tina in, and as the boy began to quake, he pushed the toy in. He was gentle, but insistent, and soon all nine inches, a rigid toy a bit thicker than his cock times two, was buried in Pauli. This meant that not only was his second ring stretched, but areas that hadn’t been stretched in hours were forced open. Paulie lay there, panting, holding his legs wide, his face a mask of submission. Taking this as an open invitation, Papi slowly began to fuck the boy, building slowly in speed, wielding the hard thick toy with practiced expertise, moving the toy in new directions to stretch his inner ring and make more space. He kept at this for a good while, until the hole was good and loose. He lived his free hand by dipping it the tub of xlube he placed below the boy to catch the drips and overflowed, balled up his fist yanked the toy out and after the hole closed, he punched his fist in. Pauli cried out, his eyes wide with surprise and his body stuttered a minute as the colon began to accept the big fist. Papi stood still, smiling slightly, and let the boy’s body adjust. Once the hole had settled down, and he could see the hunger for it grow, he began to move his fist in and out, eventually pulling partially out to stretch the rectum and then pushing in on the second ring more insistently. Finally, satisfied the hole was loosening up, he collapsed his fist down in the bird shape and slid smoothly hot. Pauli was begging with his eyes, and Papi smiled. He balled his fist up and pushed in hard, collapsed his hand, pulled out, doing this over and over again. Pauli was a little wild minx, begging for abuse yet struggling, huffing on the poppers and groaning and crying out. After about 20 minutes Papi pushed the big fist in, collapse it, and pushed through the second ring. “I own this hole, don’t ever forget.” And Pauli just wordlessly stared, mouth open in a silent howl. As soon as the boy relaxed, Papi pulled out and repeated the sequence, hard square fist that turns into a collapsed bird shape before taking the boys second ring. Pauli was at first overwhelmed, with his mouth still agape and in a wordless howl. On the third deep punch, he shouted, “Fuuuuuuuuuck, Papi, fuuuuuuuck me.” And so fist and fuck his Papi did. For about 7 hours, Papi fisted his new boy. He was pleased the boy could take his punches so well. He didn’t try to take his balled fist through the boy second hole, but he loved to punch his outer hole. Then he would fuck the soft warm pussy, give it a big burning load of toxic sperm. load it with chempiss, and then start the gentle cycle of fisting up until he was hard punching the outer ring, sliding into a narrow bird shale to punch through the inner ring. He did this over and over, hour after hour, until the boy was a writhing mess. Finally, at the end of the last fisting cycle they ended up on the floor again, gently fucking, but this time Papi hand was wrapped around his big fat cock. Sometimes he pull his cock out, and just gently fist and stretch the boy, every motion sending painful delight through the boys cunt. Paulie was a goner, moaning softly, and then crying out when Papi would be a little aggressive and punch him a little harder. Hearing the boys cries, turned Papi on and he’d then slam his big cock in and fuck the boy a little harder. Papi. Used the boys sore swollen cuntlike a fleshlight, edging himself on, jacking his cock off inside, until after about 1.5 hour, seeing Pauli was beyond used up, Papi came again. He left the boy tied face down, spread eagle, masked and gagged, with a pussy full of chempiss and big pile of Tina, a big electric buttplug lodged inside. The buttplug played a program that started of gentle, rose to sharp jolt, harder and harder, and then ended with increasingly long periods of 1,2, 3, 4, and finally 5 long minutes of agonizing continuous burning electrical shock in his boy butt. After about an hour and a half, Papi came down and found the boy in a pool of sweat and his own piss. Reaching down, he took the boys mask off, disabled the program the program and set the thing on a low, throbbing pulse, He then grabbed a wide colllar that forced the boy to look up, put it on Pauli. Papi then grabbed some lube, a pipe and a comfortable chair and sit it where the boy could see. He then grabbed the controller and sat down and set the thing to max. He then set a timer for 10 minutes and sat and watched the boy suffer, screaming in agony as his new master jacked his big cock. Papi then got up and got a bigger control with a larger charged, changed it out, and amped it up to just one above previous and gave the boy another ten. He removed the gag, turned it up to 2 above the previous max, and set a timer for 15 minutes. As Pauli screamed and begged Papi brought himself to a resounding climax, catching it in his hand. Turning off the electro, the boy panting, with tears running down his cheeks, and Pauli desperately licked his Papi’s come, desperate for moisture. Seeing how dry the boy was, he gave the boy a load of piss, and for the first time the boy looked adoring at Papi, so great was his thirst. He picked the boy up—he couldn’t stand on his own, and suspended him in the shower. He gently watched him and then vigorously cleaned out his sore boypussy, his big insatiable cock rising again at the boy cries. He threaded the hose deep in the boy’s guts and fucked him again, enjoying the boys screams and feeling of water coming out of the boys hole as he fucked it in, until he came again. He finished cleaning the boy, gave him a Gatorade laced with relaxlents, and two sleeping pills. He tied the boy face down in the hard little bed, his arms spread. Drifting off with his little formerly-virgin boypuss stuffed tight with healing ointment and a rather large metal buttplug, Pauli was so exhausted he couldn’t think, laying there with his hole throbbing around the big plug. Finally, Pauli slipped into a deep deep dark sleep.

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All great additions to the story, but this last segment was very HOT!!! The older man with him and the verbal between them so fucking HOT!!! Maybe after he tells Rick, they will invite this older man over or go to his place!!! After his tops taking his pills....

Yes it was taken down in 1996... So, nice to know both of you went there and perhaps as norefusal said, maybe the three crossed paths there!!! I probably suck on both of you!!! Or got fucked by you!!!😁

Hi, I am writing my first story series and please be patient if there is any grammar issues. This story is highly inspired on how I become a very horny slut from being normal straight guy. I am from south asia and moved to Europe before COVID started. I was normally into girls but I always had fantasies about gay sex but never had any experience in sex. I don't smoke and started to drink my first beer only after moving to Europe. I was very good guy or at least tried to be. I found planet romeo site and created a profile just being curious. I never post my profile picture to keep it anonymous. One thing is I never break a word and that's how it all started. I received so many messages and found one from daddy in his late 40s. I told him I will meet him in chat but I was very conflicted to meet a guy for sex first time. My excitement and feeling of being a good guy, I planned to meet him as I gave him a word. He sent me a bus stop location and asked me to meet there around 7pm in early winter month, so it was already dark outside. After waiting for 5 to 10 mins there and then a tall daddy came. He asked me to follow him to his house after few meters. Even though it was my first experience with a guy, it was not so great. Once we reached his place, he kissed my lips and lifted my t-shirt. I was just standing there like a statue. His kiss felt warm and I am having my first kiss. Then we both become naked. He made me to blow his large dick. I am seeing my first large white dick and slowly starting suck. His cock taste made me feel so great. He pushed me on his bed and kissed me again. I held his head and guided him to my nipples . He happily took it in his mouth and started to finger me. I felt painful. He put one finger and it was very painful and irritating. After couple of minutes he tired to insert his dick inside but it didn't work as my hole was very tight and virgin that time. Then he just jerked off his cock and came on my body. Then I immediately cleaned myself, put my dress and left. I felt guilty and ashamed and deleted my romeo profile. I convinced myself that I would never meet a guy for sex again. Months passed, I couldn't meet any girls for dating easily during COVID time. Then again I opened a new account in romeo. This time another daddy picked my interest. He can't speak English and I can speak only little German. I will address him as "Daddy Berg" as he was really huge like a mountain. I was in 23 years. 170 cm and 59kg, slim light brown skin tone. Dark small nipples and tight bubble ass as I do lot of sports. Whenever I think and fantasies about a dick, I feel very feminine. Daddy Berg was 50 years, 190 cm, 92 kg , very muscular. His face was clean shaved but not charming. He had a strict daddy face but really a nice daddy. He didn't asked my photos or anything. He just sent his dick and naked body pic and asked me if I want to meet him for sex. This was not even at night. It was at morning around 11.30 am. I saw his huge 8 inch uncut cock very thick. Definitely that won't go inside my ass. Again in an excitement I said yes. I went to his place after 40 mins. I rang his door bell and he asked me to come to his flat at 4th floor. I went to his door and waited for him to open. I didn't know that was the day I would loose my virginity and I will start exploring more and more wild sex experience. (Part 2: Daddy Berg breaking me)

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36 year old Horny [banned word] living in south etobicoke. More of a top but absolutely love sucking cock and the taste of swall. I just want to whore out with like minded guys

Wow

Thanks, great start to any scene for me when their packing out briefs like these lads 😈

I’m pretty sure you’d have fun, bar and video side room better lit and it’s only small area that blackout (not my preferred play space either. of course if you up for me showing around one night 😈…..