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1. The Pary I slipped back into the booth setting my beer down on the round table as I did so and nodded to the booth’s other occupant. I had never been too keen on gay bars but it was my roommate’s birthday so he had gotten to pick the bar. It was still early in the night, the bar was still quiet, a person could actually hear himself speak, and so far only one of my roommate’s other friends had shown up. Austin, my roommate had gone off to the bathroom while I went to the bar to grab myself another beer, which now left me alone with his friend Rick. Rick was a bit older then I was maybe twenty-six, or twenty-seven, to my twenty-four. He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His strong square pecs were clearly visible through his black v-neck t-shirt, and this thick growth of dark black hair sprouted up around the base of his neck. He was just the sort of guy that I normally go for, a total man’s man, if there was such a thing any more. I myself was a little shorter then he, with sandy blond hair, and a tight runner’s body that I worked hard to maintain. Around my sophomore year of college I had started to get a bit hairy, and now a year after graduation I was quite proud of the broad swath of light brown hair that grew across my chest and stomach; however I was now where near as hairy as Rick promised to be. “How long have you known Austin,” Rick said, in a deep voice, shifting round the booth a bit to get closer to me. “We met freshmen year of college, we lived across the hall from each other actually.” “And now you’re roommates? Or something more?” “No, just roommates. There’s never been anything like that between us,” I said truthfully. Austin and I had become friends living in the dorms at Northwestern and then roommates when we both moved off campus our junior years. It had seemed logical after graduation when we both got jobs in Chicago to continue the arrangement and get a place together in the city. Our two-bedroom Wrigleyville apartment was small and a bit cramped but we had found a place in a pretty good part of the neighborhood and sometimes the sun even shown through my window in the morning. “What about you,” I asked, “how do you know Austin?” “I met him a year ago, just after he moved to the city…well actually, right here,” he gestured to the bar around him, “been fucking the shit out of him since.” I was a little taken aback and just blinked at Rick. I had never really been comfortable discussing my own sex life, and I was most certainly uncomfortable discussing my roommate and best friend’s sex life. “Excuse me,” I stammered. “Yeah, I’ve probably wrecked that boy’s hot ass once a week sense we met. Except for when he plows me with that donkey dick of his.” The way that he said that sounded like he assumed that I had first hand experience with Austin’s donkey dick. Just then Austin came back followed by two girls and a couple more guys. The night suddenly took off from there, drinks were ordered all around and many shots started appearing at the table. Eventually the bar filled up and everyone ended up on the writhing mess that made up the dance floor. Austin, having drank more then his skinny little twink frame could handle, and possibly more then I had ever seen him drink before, had lost all of his inhibitions and was grinding his ass unapologetically on Rick’s crotch. Amongst the mess of sweaty gyrating bodies I was the only one who noticed the pair. My gaze was drawn to them as I watched my normally quiet and demure roommate grind his ass hungrily onto this big hulk of a man’s crotch. More drinks were had, and more dancing, Austin kept pace but was fading fast. As it drew close to closing time he had devolved into a sweaty, sloppy, drunken mess. When the lights came on and the bar started to clear out, I scooped Austin up from the booth he had half sat half fallen into for the past ten minutes and started to guide him towards the door. Several of his friends asked if I needed help with him, I assured them I was fine and started to steer him towards home. Just as I got to the corner and started to push Austin towards the L station, Rick caught up with us and slipped Austin’s other arm around his shoulder taking some of the, what was quickly becoming, dead weight that was my roommate. “Looked like you could use a hand,” he remarked. Again I assured him that I was fine, but Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He helped me get Austin onto the train, rode the two stops to our apartment and then helped me shove him up the steps to our door. Once we had pored him into his bed, rolled him onto his side, stuffed a pillow under his head, and closed the door, Rick finally broke the silence that had fallen between us. “You’re a good friend, taking care of him like that.” “Thanks,” I said, “and thanks for your help. He would have been a lot to handle on my own once he passed out on the train.” “No problem,” he smiled a broad toothy smile. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” I asked. “Yeah that would be great, those damn clubs are always so hot. I’m always so sweaty and hot afterwards.” I laughed and turned to the little kitchen area just off the living room. I filled two glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge and turned back to face Rick. He had pulled off his black v-neck shirt and now stood bare chested facing me. His broad square pecs looked even more impressive then I had guessed they would through his shirt. Covered in a thick dark forest of hair they each sported a warm pink nipple the left one adorned with a single silver bar through it. He didn’t have a six pack but rather the single broad powerful patch of muscle that came from manual labor not a gym. A deep v of muscle framed the dense, dark, almost black, treasure trail that vanished into his low slung dark jeans. My cock twitched. His skin still glistened with sweat slightly. I felt my mouth go a little dry. He smiled that big toothy grin at me again. I handed him the water silently, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the water. “Too bad Austin got so drunk tonight,” he said the smile faltering a little. “Why is that,” I asked. “Well I’ve been saving up this birthday present for him all week,” he said, something new creeping into his sparkling brown eyes, “but I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.” “Could always wait till tomorrow,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous now. “Can’t wait that long, I’ve been saving this up all week, it’s now or never,” he took a step closer and as I leaned back to keep the distance between us equal I felt the kitchen counter firm behind my back. I laughed nervously again, as he stepped just a little bit closer. “So what is this present that Austin’s going to miss out on now,” I asked, guessing that I probably already knew the answer. “What do you think it is?” he asked, the hand not holding his glass of water now drifting to his crotch. “Dunno,” I said quietly trying to keep my eyes on his face. “A big hot six day load from my big, fat, beer can cock shot right up your roommate's cunt," he answered in a whisper. He was now only a foot away from me, and I heard him set his glass down on the counter with a clink. “But,” he continued, leaning in a little bit more his mouth getting closer to mine, “I guess I could always find some slut on Grindr to give it too. Unless,” he paused, his mouth now only an inch from mine, “There was a hot bottom boy right in front of me I could give this gift to.” With that he finally closed the gap, his mouth pressing hard to mine. I resisted for a moment, but when the hand that had been holding his water came to rest on the small of my back pulling me tight to his hairy slightly sweaty body, I melted. My lips parted and I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrestling with my own. His hands slid over my body, slipping under my shirt, running up and down my back. He broke the kiss only to quickly pull my shirt off over my head. With my shirt now gone his hands slid down my back till the rested on my ass. He kneaded at the meaty flesh, and pulled away to say, “Damn you’ve got a hot ass. How the hell has Austin been able to resist this for so long?” “I always thought Austin was, like me, a total bottom,” I replied, a bit breathlessly. “With a cock like his that would be a fucking crime. Now get on your knees and get my cock out. I wanna see it down your throat before I stuff it up your ass.” He spun us around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter and I immediately fell to my knees. Normally I am not a hook up sort of person, but Rick was so fucking hot, between his amazing body, the slight stench of sweat that clung to him, his brick demanding manor, and the considerable amount of beer I had had I never once thought of saying no to him. I fumbled for a moment with his button fly but soon had his pants around his ankles. He wore no underwear, so I was face to face with Rick’s self proclaimed “big, fat, beer can cock.” He had not been exaggerating. It was like being face to face with a flesh colored can of Guinness. The massive, heavily veined, organ sprouted from a dense patch of black pubes and sported two almost absurdly low hanging swollen balls beneath it. Without being told to I stretched my mouth widely and too the bulbous mushroom head in my mouth. I worked as much as I could into my mouth, slobbering all over the shaft as I did so. I put my hands on his strong hips trying to pull myself forward. His hands soon came to rest of the back of my head pressing me into him, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Precum began to ooze from his cock, filling my mouth, and dripping out the corners of my lips along with my own spit and he started to face-fuck me. Rick groaned in pleasure as my throat worked his cock, and my own cock strained against my pants. Though I never would admit it I loved rough sex, I loved being used, and this big hunk of a man was doing just that. After I don’t know how long, he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He dragged me to my feet and kissed me before saying, “Strip.” I shucked the last of my clothing, and stood naked before him, my own modest six and a half inch cock shinny with precum. He kissed me again and then said something that surprised me, “Sit on my face, I wanna work your hole open before I fill you with my fat cock.” I stepped back and he lay down on the floor right out side of the door to where Austin slept. At this point I didn’t care and as soon as he was down I knelt down over him putting my ass right on his face. As his tongue found my hole I bent forward and did my best to swallow his cock again. Rick clearly took pleasure from eating ass and as his tongue danced around my hole I felt myself opening up to him, my sphincter relaxing far quicker then it normally did. Relaxing my hole wasn’t enough for him and he pressed his tongue into me, occasionally slipping a finger in too. I was moaning around his cock, groaning desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over me. It was a good thing that Austin was completely passed out cause there was no way he would have slept through my desperate whimperings and moanings of pleasure as Rick lapped at my hole. Finally I couldn’t take any more of it and I pulled my mouth off of his cock, quickly turning around so that I was now straddling his hips. I kissed him hard on the mouth, rocking my hips back and forth I felt his spit-slicked cock sliding up and down my equally slick crack. When I had spun around I had intended to get him into my room, into my bed, quickly get a condom on his cock and stuff his fat tool deep inside of me, but when I felt his mushroom head make contact with my well loosened hole, I did something that I never do out of a relationship. I pressed back with my hips, pushing my ass onto his cock, Rick locked eyes with me and shifted his pelvis forward a little bit. The head of his cock began to work its way inside of me, stretching me wider and wider as it entered. The thought of stopping seemed impossible, plus he had basically told me that he was going to be dumping a load in Austin tonight, and Austin would mess around with someone who wasn’t safe. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. When I finally felt his pubes on my taint I felt more full then I had ever before. Rick smiled that same toothy smile and started to rock his hips, fucking his cock into me slowly as I got use to the size of his cock. I felt like he was pulling my intestines out with his cock each time he retreated and punching them back in again with each inward thrust. He pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply again. Somehow he managed to flip us both over, his arms tight around me, his cock never leaving my hole, so that I was now on my back and he was between my wide spread legs. The gentle fucking was over now. Rick from his new position shifted my legs to his shoulders and left forward essentially bending me in half, and then began to hammer away at my hole. This was how I loved to be fucked, on my back like a whore, taking cock deep and hard. Rick seemed to understand that without my having to explain it to him. He whispered “I’m gonna wreck your hole boy and then give you my gift. You want it boy?” “Yes,” I panted, sweat springing up on my face, “Give me Austin’s birthday present.” He completed my hole, telling me how it fit his fat cock like a warm glove. I could feel myself becoming loose around him, and I squeezed my ass tighter working his cock with my sphincter. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me on the floor that night, all that I knew is that when he finally growled, “Here comes your present slut,” I had become sweaty, sloppy, mess, begging Rick to use my hole. Rick slammed into me one last time, bottoming out completely and causing me to yelp, as he said, “Take my fucking load bitch!” I felt his cock twitching in my hole and I knew that he was flooding me with six days worth of built-up cum. I moaned and felt my own cock twitch as I shot a load all over my self without even touching my cock. We stayed like that for a long moment, laying there with his cock still buried deep in my now cum filled hole, in a sweaty heap, before finally Rick said, “Damn, you’ve got a better ass even then Austin. I’m gonna have to start breeding your hole regularly.” I laughed, “Why don’t we go crash in my bed for a while. If you’re up for it in the morning we can go for round two.” “Sure thing,” he flashed that toothy grin again and pulled his cock slowly from my hole. I clenched tight as he withdrew trying to keep the massive amount of cum he had shot inside me. I mostly succeeded and I showed him to my room with just a thin trickle of cum running down my leg. Rick walked closely behind me, kissing my neck as we walked, his cock quickly rising to full mast again. By the time we got to the bed he had slipped his cock back into me and was slow fucking my wrecked hole. We did sleep that night but not much, by the time we passed out around seven in the morning I had two more loads in my ass. Together we fell asleep in my bed, Rick’s cock just inches from my well-used hole, the door to my room left wide open in our drunken horniness.

Oscar saw that Tommy could get most of my cock into his mouth and throat and he told Tommy that since his monster cock was too big for Tommy's mouth he just use his boypussy. Oscar loved to scare a boy and often could make them cry before he even started but Tommy would soon learn how every boy eventually cried when Oscar used them. Oscar told Bobby to bump Tommy and make it big. As Bobby went for the supplies Oscar talked with Tommy. "Tommy, since your a whore now and you can't suck my tool I guess you'll let me just fuck you." Tommy clearly was nervous and actually started shaking. "I won't fuck you boy, not even with you being a whore, unless you beg me too. Do you want me to wreck your new boyhole and make you cry like a little boy?" "Oh, sir, I can't take your cock, it would kill me." Bobby returned and showed Oscar how big of a bump he had and Oscar nodded for him to shoot it in Tommy's hole. As Bobby stepped back Oscar pushed a finger into Tommy. "OK, Tommy, let me just finger your boyhole and see if I can make you horny, isn't that fair?" "Yeah that's nice. I wish I had more practice because I want to please you. Could you use two fingers, please" Oscar pushed a second finger in. "I knew you'd like these fat fingers of mine. Here taste them" Tommy licked then started sucking on them and Oscar knew the bump had started. "I bet you'd like three fingers in you, just ask me" "Yeah please give me three fingers, please now" Oscar pushed three fingers of his other hand into Tommy as he finger fucked the boy's mouth. A minute later he pulled his hands back and looked at Tommy and could see the hunger in his eyes and asked him, "Tommy is your boyhole feeling empty?" "Please put your fingers in me" "No, Tommy, nothing is going near your hole again until you ask, no beg, me to fuck you and wreck you, and ask me to hurt you. I want to hear you cry because you need me and you want me to break you." Tommy started to shake for a few moments and then looked at Oscar and begged. "Please I need you in me, go ahead and wreck, ruin, break me. I don't care I need to be fucked." Tommy repeated it a few times and got louder each time and finally he broke and started crying. Oscar told Tommy to get ready to be fucked and destroyed and George brought the poppers to Tommy and after five good hits Oscar started to enter the boy.

Part V While he hung there taking ragged gasps of air around his gag, I reached down and started peeling off his white cotton shirt I had put on when I went outside to move his motorcycle. It was damp with my sweat, making to cling to my torso as it reluctantly came loose. As I pulled it over my head, I drank in the smell of his musk mixing with mine with a deep, slow breath. Perhaps it was my imagination, but the smell of the sweat pouring off of him now seemed richer and deeper, infused with all the overload of hormones being pumped into his system by the fear, pain, and pleasure. Tossing away the now dirty shirt, I reached down and began unbuttoning my jeans. The front of the faded jeans were soaked a deep blue with precum, as pulse after pulse of my sap had flowed out of my slit every time he had twisted in his chains in pain and moaned through his gag with pleasure. The button seemed to pop off like the bolt to a battered cage, as my steel hard dick fought to get free. Tugging my jeans down, a blast of scent from my sweat and precum permeated the room, and my helpless stud again began to move, involuntarily responding to the smell like a bloodhound following a trail. My cock and balls were slick with a thick coat of slime, and I felt the cool air hit the puddle plastered down my thighs as the jeans fell completely and I kicked them away. Finally free, my cock flexed a stretching predator, and I felt its hunger to impale the prey hanging before it like an aching need. I crouched down on the balls of my feet, with his limp head hanging between my folded legs. I reached down with both hands and grasped two handfuls of his damp hair, and slowly pulled his head back until he could face me. Still trying to recover from his denied orgasm, he tried to shake some sense into his head and concentrate his eyes on me. I waited until he was finally able to focus before I began. I wanted him to fully understand everything that was about to happen to him. I smiled as I looked down at him and said, “That’s what I like to see, a bitch in heat.” I saw a small spark of anger pushed through the confusion and pain, and I had to laugh at how even now he still hadn’t completely surrendered. It would make the inevitable that much sweeter in the end. I pushed his head down to face my crotch, I said in a low voice, “And like a cumslut you’re going to get fucked bare.” I could feel the fear beginning to return, as he confirmed my suspicion that I was going to be the first to ravage his virgin ass. At this realization, an involuntary flex from my cock pushed out another bead of precum, and he watched as it pooled at the exposed head before flowing down my shaft. “There is something else you should know before I tear you open. I’m positive.” His head and chest tried to lunge away from my pulsing cock, as if a venomous snake had appeared inches from his face. I tightened my grip, and forced his head to remain between my legs, and his fear flooded back through him almost as strong as before. His muscles, exhausted from his endless flailing and aching from being pulled and pressured into painful positions, could only weakly sway as he tried to will his body away from my poison-oozing sword. He began to whimper in terror as his worst nightmares were coming true. A thrill ran through me as I pulled his head closer and closer to my cock, and it seemed to bounce and flow like a salivating beast desperately stretching for its defenseless and trapped prey that was just out of reach. As I pulled him closer and closer, his whimpers became squeals as his fear penetrated deeper and deeper, prying loose the seal on the mindless terror he had experienced when he first woken up. I paused and held him on the brink, watching his bound muscles struggle without coherence to try anything and get free. After reveling in his fear, I finally relaxed my grip and let him ease away from shaft. Again, I pulled his head up so he could look at my face. “You ARE getting fucked bare tonight, and nothing you do is going to stop that. But, I am going to give you a chance not to get charged.” His body froze, and he waited without breathing for me to continue. I almost laughed at his desperation, knowing that he would do anything to escape from the hell he had awoken to. Everything to come became so much sweeter when they saw the false ray of hope that could set them free. They never realized that their own desperation was the only tool that would accomplish what nothing else I inflicted could, and be what permanently broke them into my personal fucktoys. “I’m going to give you one chance to leave here clean tonight. We are going to have a little competition while I am fucking you, with one rule that’s very easy to understand.” I kept staring into his eyes, and I don’t think he had ever been as focused as he was now in his entire life. “If I have to cum first, then I will make sure I pull out and not shoot my charged load inside you. I’m also going to give you something to loosen you up, since I know this is your first time. I’ll still be fucking you bare, so the more you struggle and resist, the bigger the risk I might tear something back there. As you noticed, I leak quite a lot, so there is no guarantee you won’t get infected. It’s not a sure thing, but this is the best chance you’ve got. Understand?” He quickly nodded, determined to cling to his false hope. “But, if you cum first like a real bottom whore, then I am going to fuck you hard. I’m going to tear you raw until you bleed and then grind load after load inside you. I’ll use you all night until you are begging for my dirty cum. I will own you, and use you for whatever I want to get off.” Another wave of fear spread across his body, and I could see the fear and desperate hope burning in his eyes. “I’ll even promise not to cheat and play with your cock while I fuck you. A big stud like you shouldn’t have any trouble not cumming from having a dick up his ass. I’m sure the pain will also help.” I could see his hope build through the fear, as he was sure that it was impossible for him to cum if no one was pleasuring his massive dick. “Now, let’s get started, shall we? I wouldn’t want you stuck here all night.” I let go of his hair, and slowly stood up from my crouch. If he had been able to pry his attention from my dick when he was thrashing to get away, he might have noticed the tattoos I had on each of my quads. Printed in small black text down both legs was a list of names. Each one had been just like him, an apex predator who roamed into my reach. I had made each of them the same offer that I just made to him. But, even if he had been able to ask, I wouldn’t have told him how many had won the challenge, as it would completely remove the hope I had just planted. With the final barrier ready to be breached, I walked back around his bound body, dragging my hand along his quivering limbs. As I approached his exposed ass and stopped, I saw his powerful glutes involuntarily clench and release over and over again, with his trembling rosebud flashing in and out of sight. I reached down and began to slowly pump my painful erection and spread my dirty sap all over my shaft as my personal lube. I knew I wouldn’t need any assistance keeping my venomous fang hard all night as I fucked the virgin demigod in front of me. I finally stepped forward and pushed my slid throbbing cock deep into his valley.

Those of us who are POZ are often asked if we know who converted us. Having been a barebacking SLUT since I had my first man, it could be any one of hundreds, if not thousands. One guy in particular, does seem to be the most likely candidate and the scene I'm about to relate should tell you why. Back in the Spring of '92, Key West had a reputation of being Gay Disney, and I planned a vacation there to see for myself. While exploring the island, I learned of a Leather Party being held that night. After dinner, I returned to the guesthouse where I was staying and changed into proper attire....a biker cap, harness with spikes on the chest straps, fringed chaps over a plain beige jockstrap and a leather fannypack to hold my essentials. One of the staff suggested I take a cab and he had one there in a few minutes. At the door, I paid a $10.00 entry fee and went inside. Next to the bar, there was a sign saying that this event was an AIDS benefit and there would be a "Leather Contest" with a prize being awarded by a photographer from Drummer magazine, with his picture posted. Below that was a pad for those who wanted to enter the contest. I've never been the "Drummer" type, though at the time I was trim and toned, but I decided against entering the contest. I grabbed a beer and scoped out the place. Most of the men were clad in bar vests. Some wore leather shorts and only 2 others wore chaps over 501s. From behind, I felt a hand on my ass. "That is one HOT ass!" a voice, raspy and maculine said directly in my ear. "Do you like to get fucked?" "Long, hard and often!" I replied. Turning around, I instantly recognized the man as the Drummer photographer. In the dimly lit space, what I could make out was a rather skinny guy, bar vest over a bare, hairy chest, 501 cutoffs, short black hair, full beard n stache, all in all, my kinda guy. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but given your job, I wouldn't think I'm the type you'd go for." "Feel this and tell me you're not the type I go for!" He grabbed my right hand and shoved it down the front of his cutoffs. What I felt was the proverbial beercan thick cock, throbbing and leaking precum. "This is what will be fucking you...long, hard and often, but only if you agree to my terms. You're free to suck off as many men as you want tonight, but I will be the only one to fuck that ass. Agreed?" "Most definitely!" I said, squeezing his cock for emphasis. So thick it was, I couldn't get my whole hand around it. Gathering his precum on my thumb, I withdrew my hand and brought it to my mouth, making a show of licking it off. "Drummer is just my job and I make it a habit never to mix business with pleasure," He said. "Aside from the fact that I'm not attracted to that type of guy, most of them are too into themselves. I like to fuck ass, and while I haven't gone without during my stay here, none of the asses I've fucked were as hot as yours!" Once more, his hand was on my ass, this time, a finger parted my buttcheeks and explored my hole. Removing his finger, he brought it to his lips and licked it. "Man, if your ass fucks as good as it feels and tastes, I'll be spending alot of time in it tonight. Go circulate, but remember, tonight your ass belongs to me! When you hear the announcement that the contest is about to start, find your way over to me. Once my contest duties are done, I'll make my excuses and then we'll head to my place, after I make sure no other cock has been in your ass! Understood?" "Understood!" I replied, my hole twitching in anticipation. I circulated, not because he told me, but because being a SLUT, it's what I do naturally. Making my way around the room, I was propostioned by quite a few men. With my bare ass showing, they all wanted to fuck me, but I let them know that my ass was spoken for. I decided to check out the back patio, and as luck would have it, I saw some action there. One guy was on his knees, getting skullfucked. A skinny twink had his pants around his ankles, while a musclebound guy was plowing his ass. "Such a waste!" I said to myself, noticing the condom on the muscleguy's cock. "Hey there, sweet cheeks!" This tall and toned, furry redhead said, rubbing a hand over my butt. "Your ass looks good enough to eat, but I want more than that, and the way you're dressed, I think you do too! Interested?" He undid the top few buttons on his 501's and out flopped a soft uncut cock and a huge pair of bullballs. "Someone else has plans for my ass tonight, and he specifically told me not to let anyone fuck me." I replied, my mouth watering. "Believe me, if you let me suck your cock, you won't be settling. I want your cock in my mouth and your cum in my belly!" "Mmmmm! Now, that's a tempting alternative!" He said, tapping the yellow armband on my right bicep. "If you drink from the tap and do a good enough job draining my bladder, I'll get an idea of your cocksucking skills. Are you thirsty?" "This should answer your question!" I said, dropping to my knees. "No need for you to skin back. I can handle a heavy stream and it'll also add some extra flavor when I suck you off!" "Drink it!" He said, grabbing me by my ears and placing my mouth over his shrouded cockhead. Almost immdeiately, the piss began to flow and I was gulping it eagerly and noisily. It was warm, bitter with a definite taste of beer. With my right hand, I tugged on his balls and with my left hand, I massaged his bladder. "Oooooh, you know what you're doing!" He moaned. "Pissing never felt so good. Nearly done!" He announced as I felt his stream diminish to a trickle. Digging my tongue under his foreskin, I relished the extra flavor I'd mentioned earlier. Less than a minute later, his cock way fully hard and to my delight, he still had full coverage. "Suck my cock!" He said, forcing my head all the way down. I gave him my deepthroating best, continuing to tug his nuts as he fucked my face. Maybe five minutes later, the telltale swelling and pulsing signaled he was at the brink. "Uuuuuugh!" He grunted, as thick ropes of creamy, salty cum filled my mouth. I savored it on my tongue before gulping it down. Reluctantly, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and helped me stand back up. "Thanks!" I said. "You have a great cock and it gives hot piss and yummy cum! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!" "Enjoy would be an understatement!" He exclaimed. "I'll never be able to piss again without wishing your mouth was on my cock. When you said I wouldn't be settling if I let you suck me off, I had my doubts, but you're a man of your word. Honestly, you're in my top ten for blowjobs! Any chance I can fuck you some other time? I'll be here a few more days." "More than a chance!" I said with a wink. "I definitely want to feel your cock plowing my ass! You can also count on me to drink your piss again, too! Look for me around town, since I never know where I'll be." From a few feet away a voice asked, "Can I get me some of that? Unless you got something against black guys." He was about 6', shaved head, goatee n stache, wearing sweatpants that were partially down, revealing a throbbing 7" cock, dripping precum and lowhanging balls. Always the smartass, I said, "I got 2 things against black guys. My nose against a black guys bush and my chin against a black guy's nutsac. Bring yourself over here and I'll give you some of that!" He was with us in 2 seconds. "I came out here to get a buzz on, and when I saw the 2 of you going at it, I forgot all about getting high, whipped out my dick and started jacking. Was real close to shooting when you guys finished, so I figured I had nothing to lose by asking." "Let me take care of that!" I said, dropping to my knees again. Up close, I saw the shaft of his cock was thickly veined, and his bush was glistening with sweat, 2 things that can inspire the cocksucker in me. "You're in for a real treat." My redhead friend said. "I can't remember when I had such a fantastic blowjob! He knows how to use his mouth and tongue on a cock. Fuck his face and if you don't agree with me, I'll buy you a drink!" My ears were grabbed as his cock thrust into my open mouth. Pistoning in and out, he found a rhythm that worked for both of us. A few times, he was all the way in, and the smell of sweat on his musky pubes was even better than poppers. "Fuckin hot!" He moaned. Apparently, he was telling the truth about being real close to shooting. In midstroke, his cock erupted like a volcano, spewing cum into my mouth. When his balls were drained, he pulled out and helped me to my feet. Instantly, his mouth was on mine and his tongue was headed for my tonsils. Either the 2 loads of cum washed down the piss I'd been fed, or this guy didn't care. "You kiss as good as you suck dick!" he said, breaking the kiss. His hand reached around my back and he stuck a finger in my hole. "Damn, you got a nice ass. What are my chances of getting in there? No need to buy me that drink, but if you guys want to get a buzz, I have some potent weed and this joint should make the 3 of us feel real nice!" "Someone else has dibs on my ass tonight, but if you guys will be in town over the next week, I definitely want to get fucked. Actually, if you guys are up for it, we can make it a 3some, but it's gotta be bareback. I've NEVER had a condom on or in me and I don't intend to start. Fire up that joint." Lighting the joint, my new friend said, "I'm cool with the 3some and bareback. Unless it's bareback, it ain't real fucking! How about you, man?" He asked the redhead as he took a hit off the joint and passed it to me. "Count me in on that bareback 3some," the otter said. "I have plans for tomorrow night that I can't cancel, so if it's good for you 2 guys, let's meet up at The 801 on the following night at 8 o'clock and if we still wanna do this, we can take it from there."

Hi, I'm Tommy and I just turned 22 and I'm tired of waiting. I just graduated from a local religious college and today moved into my first apartment and finally I'm away from everyone and can stop hiding. I scream out the window, "I'm gay" and fall back into the room laughing. Ever since I was 12 I knew I was queer but had to hide it. I've watched men look at me for years and I knew they wanted to touch me and I wanted them to touch me too. Now I'm 5'10" 165 hard muscles and I want to be a pussyboy. In my fantasy I let them do more than just touch me and I let them do everything they wanted. I've dreamed about being kidnapped since I started college but finally tonight it will happen. Well I won't actually be kidnapped as me and George agreed already. He'll be picking me up in ten minutes and I thought I'd post this now. I will get into his car and he will give me pills to take which will quickly make me fall asleep. Then he will take me to his house and fill me with more drugs as I get used. We met a few months ago for coffee because he wanted to make sure I was serious. We agreed that aside from any permanent damage he could do anything he wanted except scat which turns me off. I agreed he could tattoo and pierce me but only in the ass and genital area. George is just over six feet tall and is 50 years old and has salt and pepper hair all over. He told me his eight and half fat inches will make me scream and I asked if he could record it. He likes leather and told me I would get geared up too. He took two weeks vacation from work and I had a month which would give me two weeks to recover physically but I hope not mentally. I know I was born to be a whore and I owe the world the last few years so I hope to catch up soon. I have to run as he said I better be ready and I don't want to upset him. I asked him to post every few days for me so watch for the posts. I hope the neighbors see me waiting because George told me to wear a jockstrap and short gym shorts and nothing else.

Sling What is it about a sling that is so great? Hard to decide, too many good points. 1. Puts the boy's ass at cock height. 2. No knee or ass burns for either guy. 3. Less work, you just stand there and move the boy on your cock, saves energy, you fuck longer/better. 4. Boy's legs don't get tired, they are held up by straps or chains, he can just lay there and enjoy that piston in his ass. 5. Boy's head is also at suck level. Dad can get his cock sucked between fucks, or the next top can be sucked up hard while the present fucker plants his load. 6. Deeper fuck action by moving boy in sling as you fuck into him. 7. Cum drips out onto floor mat, not onto sheets. 8. Easy to insert dildo to keep your place while you go fetch a beer. 9. Pictures easily made, plenty of camera angles to show all the action. 10. Boy can't get away. Jerry RawTopDad@AOL.com 4/12/2000

I met Troy at one of the local bars. He was a hot kid of around 25, only a few years older than me. He was medium height, very slender, but still muscular. In fact, we were about the same height and build. We struck up a conversation and he suggested we go to his place. Although I was hoping for some sex between us, I learned at his place that he was a bottom as was I. We could exchange blow jobs but what I really wanted was to be fucked. We got naked and started making out, but I passed out. I learned later that Troy slipped a heavy dose of G in my drink. When I came to, I was face up and spread-eagle tied to a bed. Standing over me was a sexy biker-type about 40 years of age and built like a brick shit house. “This is a hot boy you recruited for us Troy. Good going. “ Then, to me, he said “How’d you like to join our fuck club? We need another bottom boy. Troy’s the only regular we got right now and we’re wearing out his hole. You like to be fucked boy?” Not answering, I said “Why am I tied down?” The biker said “If you join our club, this is a taste of what you’ll get. You’ll be our bondage fuck toy. We’ll own your hole and you’ll submit to whatever we want to do with it. Does that appeal to you?” While I always fantasized about the bondage and leather scene I was afraid to pursue it. I liked what the biker said but I yielded to my cautious nature and said, “I don’t think so.” At that point, the biker lit a cigarette and brought his face close to mine. “I think I can convince you.” He started stroking my cock. I looked down and discovered that my pubic hair had been shaved, just as Troy’s. The biker kissed me deeply and I had a raging hard-on in short order. The biker said, “You say ‘no’ but your cock says ‘yes.’ If I milk you to orgasm that seals the deal and you’re our new bottom. If you don’t cum, you can go home.” The biker continued to stroke my cock and kiss me. I tried not to cum, but the scene turned me on like never before. I ejaculated a huge load. “Good boy,” the biker said. The biker then placed a collar around my neck. The biker and Troy took me to the clubhouse. I went willingly though apprehensively. The clubhouse was located in the warehouse district in the basement of what looked like an abandoned building. Once inside I surveyed the scene. The room was a dungeon, replete with sling, fuck tables, and bondage equipment. There were about 10 guys in the room, all biker or ex-con types. All were rough looking but sexy as hell. The biker said “Now comes the initiation. We’ll teach you how to be a good bottom slut. From now on, you’ll do as you’re told.” I was introduced to Tina for the first time in my life and was I ever ready to be royally fucked. The biker whispered to me “Are you negative boy?” I replied in the affirmative. He said “Not after tonight. We’re all positive and by tomorrow you will be too. “ I was so high from the Tina that I didn’t care. The biker said, “I’m going to bareback your ass first. Nothing turns me on more than a conversion scene.” He took me to a private room off the dungeon and I had the fuck of my life. The biker alternated between tenderness and rough play. At times he would kiss me while gently fucking then he’d turn me on my hands and knees, spank my ass hard, and rough fuck me. He liked to smoke and blow his smoke in my mouth while we kissed, saying “You’re going to get my cum, my spit, my piss, and the smoke from my lungs. I’m going to thoroughly mark you boy.” And he did all of that. After what must have been 90 minutes he came and I could tell it was a massive load. He brought his face close to mine and whispered “You’ve just been pozzed. I’m your AIDS daddy. I’m in your blood forever now boy. “ He then milked me for the second time that night, saying “You’ll cum on command.” Which I did. After that, he turned me over to the other tops and I was fucked for the rest of night, mostly strapped in the sling. Troy’s ass was well used that night too. At times, I was replenished with Tina. The next morning, with the tops sleeping, I snuggled up to Troy who was resting on a mattress in the corner. He said “Welcome to the club.” We made out for awhile and then I moved to felch his ass, which was ample with cum. He then proceeded to felch my ass. We then kissed with our cummy mouths for a long time. He pointed out a biohazard tattoo on his ass cheek and said “You’ll get one too this morning. One of the tops is a tattooist.” Troy was right. My ass cheek was tattooed that morning. Other tattoos and piercings came later. The biker really meant it when he said the club owned my ass. From that point onward, I needed to be available whenever I wasn’t at work. My ass was pimped out a few times a week to help pay the rent on the clubhouse. I was thoroughly indoctrinated into the BDSM scene. My life was never the same.

So i'm really young and a lot of guys love that. Not only that but i'm completely wreckless hehe:P so I met up with some guys from online and they invited some friends. those friends invited friends and then they all invited guys from online. no idea how many there were by the end of the night some were huge tweakers that dont sleep so i guess even after i passed out a few of them kept fucking me. When i woke up i couldn't even open my eyes from all the cum lol fucking awesome weekend!! Any crazy tops out there hit me up!!!!

I was just got dropped off, returning home from the most amazing partied up conversion fuckfest with my new Daddy. I was alone and finally decided to take the plunge and get gifted. I had seen this stud on A4A plenty of times, and had chatted a couple of times, but never went anywhere. Then I found him on BBRT (YES!!) and knew, right then, he was a DL gifter. So, I hit him up on A4A, and asked him to party up my hot hole and have some fun all night long. He drove to my place, picked me up, and we returned to his place. I sat there and got high with him and then he started slowly getting the fun started. So I asked him point blank "Are you clean?" "Of course," he replied. I called him out on it. "I bet you're poz, and you don't care who gets it. 'Cause barebackers will eventually get it anyway. And it probably turns you on even more knowing that you gifted them." He thought I was getting mad and that the fun was over, but then I smiled at him and told him "I want to know the very moment that you convert my horny neg hole, and poz me with your Dark Gift, and mark me forever. I Want you in my DNA, Daddy." With that I kissed him deeply. Six hours, and five loads later, I write this, with Daddy's seed still swimming inside my ass. I'm about to brush the inside of my ass with toothbrush. Fingers crossed! Love my daddy forever. His boy forever.

Like many of you I do have a BarebackRT profile. I read profiles that say "Your Status: Ask Me " which I can understand. But I cannot understand when guys write in their profile "My Status: Ask Me". Why "Ask me" when there are many other categories: Positive, Poz + Other, Negative, Other?, Not sure. Why guys say "Ask Me" in My Status? P.S. I wish BreedingZone had better information in profiles.

There are these woods about 7 miles from where I lived. Since I only had a bike as transportation (I was 23 at the time), I didn't frequently go there. One of the downsides of this cruising area is that it takes a while to get there and then there's always the chance nobody else is there. There is a trail for horses that are used by the men cruising there. On the bike it's easy to do a recon. There was only one guy there. He wasn't my type though. A tad too young, thirtysomething, buzzcut, wearing sweat pants. However he was also the only other guy there. I rode my bike around the woods where the action is supposed to be, but I just met the same guy again, now just standing around rubbing his crotch. I knew the other guy, let's call him Sweatpants, was into me. I still wasn't sure and I didn't want to approach him so I still had the option of just leaving. I decided to ride my bike a bit into the woods and go for a piss. When I placed my bike against a tree I noticed I was being followed by my fellow cruiser. I walked towards a bush, took my cock out and started to pee. Sweatpants approached me and just stood beside me, watching me piss. I was too afraid to look at him. He didn’t make any moves, he just looked as I massaged my foreskin a bit, showing my red knob that shot the yellow piss into the bushes. I wasn’t exactly sure what to do when I was finished, zip up and leave? Just jerk off a little bit? I didn’t have to take initiative though. He took out his out fat dick. It was very impressive, of course many pricks look amazing next to my own small pencildick. The foreskin almost covered his bulbous mushroom head entirely. He knew I was hooked. Sweatpants pulled his foreskin a bit back and started pissing himself. He shot small burst of piss, to see how I reacted. Since I was jerking on my own cock while watching, he knew I didn’t mind seeing him pee. “Want to hold it?” he asked, and he offered me his cock. I gulped and without replying I grabbed his cock. It felt so warm en nice in my hand. I slid my hand across his foreskin while the urine began to flow again. Again he didn’t just let go, but it was in small jets. “Feels good doesn’t it?” he asked. Without looking at him I mumbled “Yes.” “Want to taste it?” he asked. My heart skipped a beat. There I was, standing in the woods with my hand wrapped around a stranger's cock. And this man who I just met a few minutes ago wanted to piss in my mouth. Wild. I must admit that wetsex is one of those things that turn me on as a fantasy, but I have tasted my own piss and actually didn't like it much, and I knew I wouldn’t like the taste of _his_ piss either. But I just had to do it. Because it was nasty and raunchy and wrong on so many levels and therefore incredibly hot. “Sure” I squeaked and I dropped on my knees. His fat uncut prick, with a droplet of piss on it, pointing in my face. I pulled back some of his foreskin that revealed a purplish knob. I looked up to see Sweatpants’ face. He looked triumphantly at me and said “Take it”. And so I did. I wrapped my lips around his dick. Within an instant I tasted his piss and it tasted horrible. “Swallow” he said, or advised, when he saw I was savoring his piss in my mouth. I just couldn’t swallow, the foul taste was too much. I turned my head to spit it out. Because he didn’t expect this he didn’t stop pissing and a warm jet hit my face. “No, no, swallow it, it’s not that bad” he said, “there’s just a little bit left.” Like some mindless slave I once again took his prick in my mouth. Ready to be pissed in again, even though it tasted awful. Even though –unlike my many fantasies - I didn’t even find it hot to be his toilet. I just complied and let him use me once more. This time I wanted to swallow his piss, no matter how disgusting it was. Sweatpants let go a little jet and I quickly swallowed, trying to taste it as less possible. He did that two more times, small amounts of piss, easy to get rid of. It almost made me proud I was drinking piss. He lay his hand on my head and pushed his cock deeper in my mouth. When he said “breath trough your nose.” I knew what he wanted to do. He now began pissing in my throat without holding back. My only option was to drink his warm liquid waste. As a beginning pissdrinker and inexperienced deepthroater, having a thick dick in my mouth who’s dumping his horrid pee in my throat wasn’t easy. I tried my best gulping down his stinking yellow water but it was too much. Eventually it went down the wrong pipe and I started coughing. I tried my best not to vomit. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. Sweatpants still wasn’t ready and turned away from me to relieve himself from the final jet of piss. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” And then I apologized “Sorry.” Serious, I said sorry for choking on his fat dick pissing in my throat. It made him smile. “You don’t have to apologize. Did you ever do this before?”. “No, never. But I did have fantasies about it” I answered honestly. “What else do you fantasize about?” he asked. That was a tricky question. I’m such a pervert, I fantasize about everything. He could piss in my ass if he wanted to, if he had brought a dog I would’ve sucked it. “Uh a lot of things” was my vague reply. “Can I fuck you?” he asked. “Uh… do you have condoms?” “No, do you?” “No…” “So I can fuck you without one?” he deduced. I hesitated. I wasn’t really into barebacking, but I was all horned up. He looked me and knew I was thinking about it. “Nah, better not” I said, declining his offer. “Can I jerk off and shoot my load on your ass then?” he asked. “Yeah, that’s ok” I answered and I turned around and dropped my pants and bend over. The wind felt nice on my exposed butt, when I showed this stranger my most private orifice. He liked my pinkish star as much as I liked his big uncut dick. “Wow your butthole looks so nice. So tight. So fuckable.” His dirty talk made the experience even better. He touched my ass, grabbing my cheek, running his finger trough my crack. He was still jerking off when he spit in his hand and coated my bumhole with his saliva. Without warning he pushed his index finger in my ass, right up the second knuckle. His finger felt rough and invading. I never liked other men’s fingers in my ass. I grabbed his hand and guided it out of my ass, “It hurts” I said softly. Once more Sweatpants spat in his hand, using his saliva to soothe my tender rectum and just massaging the outside. That felt really nice. “I’m almost ready” Sweatpants said, "spread you cheeks.” I did what he asked, even pushing my asshole so my sphincter opened up to welcome his spooge. “Yeah open your butthole, open it… here is comes ughnnn.” He shot a copious amount of cum on my asshole. The thick jizz dripped down my crack on my pants. Sweatpants using his dickhead to smear the cum between my crack, gently pushing against my rectum, trying to penetrate me. Well he didn’t just try, he did it. The cum acted as lube and his knob suddenly shot past my sphincter. It didn’t stay there long, as he pulled out, collected some cum with his dick and pushed back in, repeating it once more to massage as much of his cum in my guts. When his knob was still buried in my as he said “Next time I’m going to cum in your ass, slutty pissdrinker, maybe piss in it too.” Those words made me cum, enjoying his promises (or threats) and secretly savour the raw cock in my ass.

hey guys. Had been checking bbrt and seeing who was about all day yesterday getting horned up and gagging, looking at all the cock and breeding pics on Twitter. Decided I'd pop down to a local London bar with a big darkroom - Vault on Whitfield St for you fellow Londoners. It was chucking it down with rain when I left to go there so wasn't sure if there would be many guys there, but an ad on bbrt saying I was would take any load had been up for about an hour. The rest is a bit of a blur. I stripped off, put my clothes in the cloakroom, got a beer, wandered round the dark rooms winding corridors for a bit then just decided to bend over on a oil canister in the middle of the room. Straight away there was a cock in me. A group slowly gathered round encouraging the guy - about 50, Italian I think, with what turned out to be a big, thick monster. He dumped in me virtually straight away but carried on fucking me. We went to one of the cabins and he put me on the bed. There were some noises of pleasure but I wasn't sure if he'd cum again or not. Still he carries on. Guys are leaning over the top of the door watching as he wanks and sticks it in deep to dump. I hadn't realised but turns out I took 4 loads off him and he still wanted to give me more. I go back into the main room, to let the Italian catch his breath promising him he can have my ass again later. I get on my knees with my ass facing out, a few guys have a look but move on, then a cock goes in me and I hear the slurp of all the jizz fart out of the guys cock. He says you fucking whore and his mate sucks my ass loads off his cock, they take turns and both dump. the crowd that's gathered round starts taking turns and I just keep getting load after load dumped in me. Then I manage to get into one of the gloryhole cubicles, these are always very popular and you have to queue up. A nice thick cock comes thru which I suck until it's hard then turn round and get it keep up me. I can hear the guy making tell tales noises from the other cubicle and sure enough I've got more fresh bollock juice in me. There's some fucking going on in the corridor outside the gloryhole so I join in and getting another 2 very quickly. I go into one of the cabins agin with a black guy who was in the corridor and he sucks seed out my cunt and kisses me while his long thin dick goes in. He's a gentle fuck, not really what I'm after, but I get the load. He then tries to fist his load deeper up me. That would normally be fine but he has gloves on and with only spunk for lube that ain't gonna work. The main dark room is quite full now and there's another bottom getting his ass passed around. Cute guy too, he had fucked me briefly earlier. I'm on my knees with my ass in the air again and random guys are sticking their cock in me, I can hear and feel the jizz running out my cumhole and guys are gathered round talking about the amount of cum in me and what a whore I am. I definitely get another 2 or 3 loads. I need a cigarette so decide it's time to leave. Work night and all. I don't know how many loads I took but it was well over 10, prob around 15. This is the sluttiest I've ever been and it was suck a hot time. Can't stop thinking about all that seed in me. On the bus home I could smell myself, sweat and spunk and asshole. Walking home from the bus stop I couldn't stop myself farting and it was like a waterfall coming out of me. It was all over my arse, trousers and gushing down my legs. I stuck my fingers up once I got home and loads more comes out, sticky sweet mess that I lick up off my hand. I pout a glass of wine and relax on the sofa thinking that would be it, but at least another 4 loads worth shoot out before I go to bed - I'm beginning to think it was more like 20 loads! My max load count before last night was 8 - about 3 months ago in the same club. Feel like suck a slut today

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Emnjoy boyfriend, once you have tasted raw cock and a thick, jot load iof man sperm in your v=cock hungry ass you will NEVER go back to latex! Enjoy being a bareback bottom!! NOTE: If you are going to b a bb bottom, nd U know U aR, see ur doc and get on PrEP ASAP, unless UI are chasing. backpack

My partner and I are both Neg and on PrEP as well. We play together and seperately. He was one of the original PrEP study participants in the blind study in San Fran. As a couple, he commuted weekly to San Fran during the week and came back to LA on weekends during the study. Needless to say, we had an open relationship during that time and he later found out that he was on the active the entire time. He was safe though during the period, using PrEP as extra protection. He has been on it ever since and for the most part still practices safe sex, even as a top. I got on it as part of a study in LA earlier this year and while a safe bottom with others, after being on PrEP, I did start taking loads with his knowledge. We have shared information (some even found on here) and he is fine with me taking undetectable loads and even helped me create my BBRT profile. He encouraged me to go to my first Cumunion party as well. That said, he is not a big BB guy. Poz friendly yes and will certainly have sex with a Poz guy, but old habits still die hard. I got him to create a BBRT profile, but he doesn't really check it out. He goes to Scruff or Recon. Regardless, we are supportive of each other and are glad to be on PrEP.

Damn that was a hot night. I agree cum running down my legs is hot. Also love figuring it out and eating it.

I like him too even though he does not cum very much... a few drops only. Has anybody else noticed this? But I like the girth of his cock. It looks REALLY nice inside a bottom's hole.

i want to try tina but i'll admit it i'm scared

It doesn't happen all that often, but I have milked a number of boys. The routine I have developed is to have the boy jerk off for about 15 minutes or so to get him going with anticipation of having his cock controlled. I then restrain his wrists and ankles to the head and foot boards and jerk him until he's beyond begging for a release. It takes getting a rhythm going and pulling back when I sense he might shoot and different jerking techniques like firmly grabbing his cock and jerking him or going loosely up and down his cock with my hand and also resting him for a few minutes every so often. It's all about keeping him on the edge over and over but denying him an orgasm. The most effective way of making the boy squirm and lose control is to put a thin, small toy of about 6 inches in him and have his cunt muscles draw it in and out massaging his prostate while I own his cock. Keep this up for a couple of hours and he will shoot a massive load that just keeps on spurting. And then flip him over and breed him - he's so spent at that point that he's just all cunt wanting to be bitched out by Daddy.

i also like to be used in public and the more guys are involved or are watching the hotter is for me... the following situations just come to my mind: 1. once i went to a public cruise are where two guys approache me. one older in his 50s the other younger, some 30ish. they started to feel me, one squeezed my nipps which is a real turn on for me, the other rubbed my ass with his crotch.... the opened my jeans and pulled them down and the one behind me fingered my hole.... then the older bend me down and locke my head between his legs so that i couldn't move... immediately, the other pushed his hard cock inside and started fucking me.... after he came they changed positions and let two other fuck me too.... a number of other guys watched us.... it was really hot 2. another time i was approached by two guys.... one with ripped jeans who had his cock out and who forced me to suck him. the other behind started fingering me more and more. i was so mesmerized sucking the nice hot cock in front of me that i didn't really recognize that the other widened my hole more and more.... just as he tried to get his fist into my cunt he shoved me onto the cock in front of me so that i couldn't move.... others were also watching me and again, it was soooo fucking hot.....

wanttobeseeded, the top/vers guys where you live are blind, crazy or both! You have a sweet ass that any man should want to seed!

I have always been a bottom for Men... in the area try me out.

I remember having the DRM I would buy or rent clips from AEBN and each time I wanted to watch it would have to verify the DRM and sometimes there were issues with that, plus it seemed to take forever. Not everyone is so demanding when it comes to downloads. Yeah they are nice but the tradeoff is usually a higher price since your buying it not renting and after a while when you have so many downloads how often do you really find yourself going back and viewing it? I used to have hundreds of CD's that gathered dust, I have hundreds of porn clips that I never view cause they are out of sign out of mind. Also had an external 500GB hard drive with tons of porn on it go bad loosing all that content so i am really not that wed to a site must offer downloads before I will join.

Tommy slam was only .15 because I wanted him to remember getting his cherry destroyed and later I could slam him out of his mind. Once he got control of his breathing I removed his arms from the restraints he reached for his cock but I grabbed his hands. "Tommy tell us are you ready to be a whore?" "Oh, George please do it make me a whore. I want you.." "Tommy, boy, it doesn't matter what a whore wants. It only matters that a whore does what he is told. Do you understand?" "Yes, I'm sorry, George, what do you want?" Oscar handed me the poppers and I held them to Tommy's nostril as I held the other and told him to inhale. Three times I had him hit the poppers then I told him to lick is finger and get it into his ass. I told Tommy to keep fingering his hole as I introduce everyone to him. Knowing I couldn't give him two straight weeks of abuse alone I invited many friends and after this weekend we will visit many other people. I choose tonight's visitors based on various fetishes or types of sex I wanted Tommy to be exposed to so that two weeks from now we would have made up for lost time. The last person I introduced to him was another twink whoreboy, Bobby, and then I told Tommy to stop fingering himself and then I told Bobby to rim Tommy. Tommy again reached for his cock so I restrained his arms again and told him he was never again going to touch himself but would learn to cum from being used. Tommy was moaning like a whore from the rim job so I pulled his head aside and shoved my cock in. For a virgin boy he wasn't a half bad cocksucker but I wasn't planning on dumping my first load there and told Bobby it was time to bump Tommy. Bobby had an evil grin as he bumped Tommy and I think Bobby was enjoying corrupting another boy. It was finally time and I got between Tommy's legs and told him a good whoreboy needs to do two things. First find out what the top likes then second is to make sure the top is satisfied. For me I like to fuck and breed boys so you don't need to do anything but enjoy this as I pushed my cock against his asshole. "Tell me that your cherry, boyhole, innocence are all mine to take" By now the bump was making Tommy's hole hungry and he was missing Bobby's tounge. "Please take my cherry, boyhole and my innocence" As he said the last word I started sliding into his ass.

I pulled up in front of Tommy's apartment and he jumped right in and as I sped away I handed him the knockout pills and without a word being said he took them. When I first started chatting with Tommy I never expected this but believe me that when a twink jock cherry boy tells me I can do whatever I want then I'm going to fulfill my fantasies too. I told him to remove his shorts and throw them out the window and I was amazed he did it without hesitation proving he was ready. When we met previously he told me he was a virgin but did jerk off however couldn't find privacy often and hadn't cum in nearly a month. I told him if he wanted me to make him a whore he couldn't jerk off again until we got together. Now without his shorts i could see the front of his jockstrap was soaked which told me he obeyed but I asked him when he last came and he said a few weeks before we met. I told him he was as good boy and to close his eyes and and to go to sleep and he soon passed out. Watching him sleep so innocently made my cock drip knowing what we were so going to do to him. Two hours later we pulled off the highway and another half hour later we arrived at my friend Tom's farmhouse. The guys heard me pull up and soon a dozen studs were on the porch watching me and Tom carry our guest into the house. The party had started earlier and they already had a couple of whore boys to play with but everyone held back waiting for me and Tommy to arrive. The pills should wear off soon and we put Tommy in a sling while we waited. Once we saw his start to come around I put a rubber strap on his arm and found a vein as he opened his eyes. He started to look around the room and I let him see and hear what was happening to the other boys and to know it would happen to him soon too. Oscar was a pimp we knew that liked dealing with white twink boys and loved breaking them in with his black ten inch cock that looked more like a fucking rolling pin it was so thick and straight. He stood next to me and when Tommy turned towards me he gasped when he saw Oscar's tool. "Tommy are you ready to become the whore that you know you are?" I asked him. "Are you ready for me and my friends, like Oscar here, to use you like a ragdoll?" Tommy clearly was nervous and didn't answer right away so I told him to wait a minute before answering as I pushed the needle in his arm and drew back turning the contents red and then pushed it all into his vein. One of the other guys wiped the injection site and even put a bandaid on him as I removed the strap and told Tommy what to expect.

The thing guys always seem to forget about toys is that when they're using them for training their asses, or just for a wank, they're in control all the time. They feel completely different when someone else is in control. Just sayin...

I love toys and the bigger the better. That being said though, nothing and I mean nothing beats the real thing for the most pleasure.

I have been a bottom for men since I was 14, there is no better feeling than to be a condom for a real man/men to want to use this condom over and over again.

No loads refused bttm here, never ask & never tell.

I'm only a Bottom for Men. Use me only as a Bottom, I'm here to serve all Men.

:)I AM a bottom for men. Come and use me and see how much better it is than a rubber one, or latex or other non-reusalble type.

The whole point of a dark room is to open yourself to just sex. The focus is on sex and not looks. I love the dark area of the bathhouse. Some of the best sex I have had has been in dark rooms. Raw pure sex is hot.

Don't do it. Even if the Truvada is going spare, there's more to it than swallowing a pill every day. If you are unlucky enough to get HIV in one of your Truvada-less periods, it is not an adequate treatment for HIV and it possible that resistance could build up. Truvada for HIV treatment requires at least one other drug beside it (preferably these days an integrase inhibitor). That's why guys on PrEP have to have an HIV antibody test every three months. Secondly you need to have your liver and kidneys monitored on a quarterly basis. Embitricitabine (FTC) isn't too bad on the side effect front, but tenofovir (the other ingredient) can be vicious and fast. Two years ago I smashed my bike, moved house to a very ill-advised location for someone with no personal transport, believed a small pot of yogurt and a litre of fruit juice was an adequate diet, lost a lot of bone mass (a one way street), and when I did go into hospital I was within a week or so of dying and the police were there to ensure I did go to hospital. All because tenofovir had damaged my kidneys so much that I was pissing away minerals and vitamins essential for life. Yes you can buy generic truvada online (Tenvir-EM - google it) for about $100 per month, but the important thing is you need a range of blood tests at least quarterly to check that truvada isn't doing internal damage. Don't get me wrong: truvada is the next step on from condoms and I do all I can to promote it within the UK (where also it won't be available till 2017/8). The PROUD study is hoping to recruit another 2,500 gay men to the study early next year - if you can produce a UK address and can afford the travel costs, that may be your best bet...

11:55 PM I’ve lost track of how many loads I’ve taken up my ass and down my throat. My hole is raw and sore and more cum is dripping out every time I move… but it’s not enough. I want more. The last guy had me lean over the back of a chair and came twice in my hole. The jockstrap is long gone … someone pulled it off a couple fucks back. Another man is already waiting. He lays on the floor and tells me to sit on his dick. I obey and sigh contentedly as I slide down his hard pole until my ass rests on his balls. With the lights shining on me for the cameras, I can see him clearly in this position. This is the first time I can see the face of one of the guys who has fucked me tonight. He is black man, maybe mid-40’s, grey hair on the temples, and has a very nice 7 inch dick. I smile down and him but he frowns. “Hmmm. “ The man says to the room. “His hole is a bit loose…. don’t feel much. Going to need help with this.” “Happy to help.” Someone replies. The man on the floor pulls me forward so our chests are pressed together and gives me deep kiss. His arms encircle me, pulling me tight against him. I know what is coming and I’m hard at the thought. I fantasized since my mystery man sent me the picture of that blonde. The second man is behind me now. Lining his cock up with my hole, already full if not stretched. “You ever done double penetration before?” The black man asks. “No.” I reply weakly. “Well… you are in for a treat. I love breaking in young white guys like you. So pretty but so arrogant. You just need to learn what you really are…don’t you?” “”Yes, sir.” “Here is comes, pussyboy.” The man behind says and pushes his dick forward. I didn’t think it was possible to feel stretched right now… but I do. The second cock pushes deep in my ass alongside the first. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” I hear myself ranting but the voice seems so far away. The black man under me doesn’t move much but his dick is very hard in my ass. He kisses me gently. “Yeah. That’s better. Feels so good now.” The second man, who I can’t see, is almost as forceful as our Host was earlier on my first fuck. My sphincter again tries to resist but it is just too battered, too abused… and I am soon feeling both dicks stretching out my hole. “That’s it, kid.” The African American man encourages me. “Take those cocks. You can do it. This is what you were made for…. to take as much cock, as much cum, as you can.” I could get used to this I decide. With practice. For now, I just do my best to take the hard fuck that the second man is determined to give. “Tell me how much you like getting double fucked.” The black man orders. “It’s amazing! i’ve never felt so full before. I love it… I really love it!” And I do. “I’m gonna shoot!” The black man cries out suddenly. I can’t feel his ejaculation but I feel my hole fill up with his seed. The second man keeps fucking, my hole even slicker with the black man’s cum acting as lube. “Almost there. Almost there.” He grunts. “Here is comes, pigboy.” Another load for you.” And he is shooting in my hole. As they slide out, I quickly move to clean the cum off their dicks..a lesson that I’ve been taught over the course of the last couple hours. The black man’s crotch is covered with a mix of spooge from all the fucks I’ve received. it takes several minutes to lick it all up. I lick my lips, savouring the taste of my ass mixed with all the cum. “Who’s next?” I call out to the room.

10:57 PM He steps away and another man takes his place behind me. “Wow.” The new man laughs to someone else. “Get some pics of his hole. Swollen and dripping with cum.” 
I hear a couple cameras snapping away. Then the new man grabs the back of the jockstrap and pulls my but up a bit. “Get that pussy in the air, you dirty whore.” This dick is not nearly as large as the first one but it isn’t small. It slips inside me easily though and he starts his fuck. Another man steps in front of me and taps his dick on my lips. He smells of sweat and piss as if he hadn’t washed property. I still can’t see his face but my eyes have adjusted enough to see a big hairy belly above his dick. He has a great uncut dick though, hard and dripping with precum. I don’t really care what he looks like. I open my mouth and he slides into my throat. I have a cock in each of my holes. The two men seem to synchronise their thrusts, pushing deep inside me front and back as if trying to meet in the middle. The heavyset guy in my mouth cums first. He pumps his load down my throat without stoping his thrusts until his cock begins to soften. Even then he doesn’t pull all the way out of my mouth. He just pulls back so the tip of his dick is resting on my tongue. “I have something special for you, pretty boy.” The heavyset man says. “Make sure you drink all of it and don’t spill a drop.” I’m confused, not sure what to expect. Then I feel his dick flex slightly on my tongue and my mouth fills with a warm, salty, and bitter liquid. Piss. He is pissing in my mouth. I’ve never tasted piss before. The thought always grossed me out a bit. But now I take it. The taste is strange, unpleasant even, but somehow makes me feel even hornier than I did before. I want to keep it in my mouth, to savour its flavor but it keeps flowing in and I have to swallow to keep from letting it spill. “That’s it, boy. Drink that piss.” The heavyset man says above me. His flow slows to a trickle. “Hold this bit in your mouth so I can get a good picture.” I open my mouth and his snaps several pictures of my mouth filled with his piss before i swallow. I suck the tip of his dick to get the last few drops. He pats me on the head, like a dog, and pulls away. “Fuck, that’s hot.” The guy fucking my ass moans. “Gonna shoot. Here is comes…. take my AIDS you whore!” His body shakes and I know he is coming, filling my ass with another toxic load.

10:00 PM I knock on the door. I hold my breath… waiting. Afraid the door will open, terrified that it won’t. It opens. The room is dark inside. All I can see is a silhouette but I know it is Him. “Come in.” His voice sends shivers down my spine. Deep, strong, masculine, dangerous. I obey and the door closes behind me. I can’t see anything so I stop out of instinct. He is behind me and gives me a push, firm but not aggressive. I move carefully to the center of the room. A bright light suddenly shines out of the corner of the room directly into into my face. I’m blinded for a moment but my eyes slowly recover. I can see the eight men around me, my mystery man and the seven others that He told me would be be using me tonight.. With the light pointing at me, I am in a spotlight and they are shadows around me. I can just make out a tripod in the corner. Some kind of camera on it. After all the pictures I had received, I had expected that. I wonder if any pictures taken tonight will be used to tease and tempt another young man? I hope so. I think there must be more than one camera. I can see someone holding a video camera as well. “Did you follow the instructions?” My host asks. “Yes.” “To the letter?”

“Yes.” “Why are you here?” His instructions had prepared me for this question. He had told me what to say. “To be fucked like a cheap slut, to be bred by all of you, to take your toxic seed, to be filled by your hot loads, to get your HIV.” “Has anyone coerced you into this?” “No. I am here of my own free will and volition.” It occurs to me that there must surely be a video camera recording my statements. Proof if I ever try to cause them trouble. I know I won’t cause trouble though. He has prepared me for this and I want it. “Take off your clothes…except the jockstrap.” I pull my shirt off, throw it into an empty corner. A murmur of approval from somewhere. I blush. I kick off my sneakers and slide my track pants down my hips, trying to be sexy, bending over and showing my ass off. He didn’t tell me to do that… that was my addition. I step out of the track pants and push them away with my foot. I’m naked now except for the jock. The room is warm but I feel my nipples get hard as if there was a cold breeze. He is behind me. I still can’t see His face in the dark. But I feel His hands. Caressing my chest. His fingertips tracing my abs. His palm sliding across my bare ass. I moan. His hands are on my shoulders now. Pushing me down. I drop to my knees before Him. He towers above me, my face level with the crotch of his jeans. He says nothing. I can just make out the shape of Him above me, looking down at me with unseen eyes. My hands find His belt in the dark. I unbuckle it and then unbutton and unzip his jeans. I pull them down. I can smell Him. A faint odor of sweat and cum. The most beautiful thing I have ever smelled. The object of my obsession for the last four months is so close now. I move my head forward, seeking it. I feel his cock touch my lips. The soft skin. The hard engorged head. My lips open… Bright lights again from either side of him, blinding me. I hear the faint clicks of a camera, I can see a camcorder capturing this moment as well. I don’t care. His hard dick enters my mouth. So big and hard. I bathe His cock with my tongue, savoring the hint of pre-cum that drips into my mouth. Better than any cum I have ever tasted because it is His. He pushes deeper. I open my throat and allow Him in, sliding deep in a single long slow push. His balls rest against my chin. Then He begins thrusting in and out. Hard. His body slaps against me face, my lips start to swell. I don’t stop and neither does He. I lose track of time but my knees start to hurt. I ignore them. He is breathing heavily above me. I know He is close. He pulls his shaft out of my mouth, only the tip of His knob between my lips. “I’m going to cum, boy.” He says. “Tell us how much you want this POZ cum.” “Please…” I beg. It is hard to talk around the tip of his dick. “Please give me your POZ load. I want it so bad, I’ve wanted it for so long. There is nothing I’ve ever wanted more.” “Here is comes then, you fucking slut.” I feel the tip of His cock pulse. And again. His cock throbs at my lips. Then His cum fills my mouth… the glorious flavor of it coating my tongue. I tilt my head to the camera without being asked and open my mouth so they can see. i hear the camera clicking. A new picture to join the collection. I turn slightly the other way so the video camera captures the moment as well and give it a big smile. His hands are on the back of my head, thrusting His dick back into my throat. I can still feel Him pulsing. Then the pulsing slows, stops. He pulls out and runs the tip of his dick across my bruised lips. He backs away. Another man steps forward. Still just a shadow. He could be young, or old. He could be handsome or ugly. It doesn’t matter. I open my mouth and his cock slips inside.

8:35 PM I can’t wait any longer. My stomach is churning in fear, in excitement, in lust. I step out of my little apartment and lock the door. I walk quickly to the bus stop. The wait is longer than expected. I pace nervously. I can’t be late. I check the time on my phone. Come on, come on. Finally the bus arrives. The driver is chatting with another passenger. I try not to give him a nasty look as I pay my fare. He is still chatting and doesn’t pay attention to me anyway. I am already in a seat before he closes the door and pulls away from the stop. He is clearly in no hurry. I watch the blocks go by. Slowly. I check my phone and time is passing quickly. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I mutter to myself. I barely keep from shouting at him to find the fucking gas pedal. Finally the person he is chatting with gets off the bus. I’m the closest passenger to the front so he tries to start talking to me. I just give him my best blank, dead look. He scowls, says something about having to deal with freaks, but finally picks up the speed a little. I’m feeling nervous now. Too nervous to worry much about this guy as long as he keeps the bus moving at a decent pace. 9:48 PM I’m outside the address in Silverlake He gave me. I’m early, and I know He won’t like it, so I pace up and down the block. I hope none of the neighbours think I’m there to cause trouble or call the police. Not for the first time I ask myself what I’m doing. I tell myself to leave, to run away, and forget this. I can barely breathe. My heart is beating like mad. I feel dizzy, a little sick, But I keep pacing, watching the time. The minutes drag by so slowly it hurts. The small house looks dark. Maybe he is not there? Maybe he is just messing with me? Maybe this is some elaborate and evil joke? It is time. One minute to the hour. I turn toward the house. My legs don’t want to move but I force them to take a step forward, then another, then i’m marching up the sidewalk. Up the steps.

5:45 PM Back on the bus. Heading home. So much to do in the next few hours. But memories are still bubbling up. The pattern continued. Days , even a week or more, would go by without hearing from him. Then an email would show up. No message, just a picture. Each time a new new email would come in, I would spend days masturbating over the latest picture… until the next one would show up. Each picture was hotter and kinkier than the last. Each picture showed His hot body, His hot cock, but not His face. Each time he was with a different guy. First He was fucking a redhead, Next was someone with a shaved head like I had when I was competing in swim meets (although I had started letting my hair grow out a bit after the season ended… but it was still pretty short). The shaved head guy was surrounded by a group of guys, my mystery man’s dick in his ass and another guy’s cock in his mouth - a gang bang then - but only the shaved head guy’s face was visible in the picture. A week or so later the next picture was Him, my mystery man, and other guy who’s face was also cropped out and they were double penetrating a blonde. The blond looked like he was screaming but his face was a beautiful blend of agony and ecstasy. I’ve never done anything like that… i wonder how it feels? Each time I wrote back saying how much I wished he would do this to me, how I would do anything he wanted, how much he would like my ass. Each time i felt more desperate. Over two months had passed since I first responded to his ad. Still I was craving him. I had never seen his face, I didn’t know his name,, had not met him, still had not spoken to him except by email and Craigslist, still didn’t know anything about him. I just knew I wanted him. Finally, one evening an email arrived with no attachment. “Do you think you can take my cock?” was all it said. I immediately wrote back: “Yes. Please.” I was surprised when his reply came back so quickly. “You want me to breed you with this POZ cock, boy?” I didn’t breathe for a minute. He was POZ. I had wondered, maybe even suspected, but now I was seeing it written there before me. It didn’t make a difference. I wrote back, using words and phrases I had learned from the stories I read on BreedingZone. “Please, sir. Please fill me with your toxic seed. Knock me up.” A few minutes later I received the reply. “Soon.” Almost home now. I’m eager to be off the bus, to be home, and start getting ready. 7:20 PM I step out of the shower and hang up my towel. I’m clean - inside and out like He told me - and ready. I pick up the jock strap He sent. It is not new. It smells of cum, piss, and sweat. I wonder how many of the guys in the pictures He sent me have worn this same jock? I cover my mouth and nose with it and breath deeply its scent. I want to cum so badly… but He told me not to. I reluctantly pull the jock away from my face, slip my legs into the straps, and slide it on. A little tight but not a bad fit. I slip on a pair of blue track pants with a white stripe up the side. Maybe a bit cliche, but I think He will like how I look in them. Then a t-shirt, and shoes, and I am ready. Too early to leave yet. I pull out my cell and scroll back through His messages and emails. By this time, Orange Country was feeling too constricting. I was ready for a move. And I wanted to be closer to Him. To be close when He was ready. I found an apartment in Hollywood (West Hollywood adjacent the ad called it), found a job in a hotel, and made the move. Still He was sending me messages. Pictures. Promises. Teasing me. Driving me crazier. “Going to have a party for you.” One message read. “You are going to have our toxic cum pour out of your slutty hole.” Said another. “We are going to ruin you.” Last week, He sent a message to keep to keep today’s date free. Then, last night, nearly 24 hours ago, the message: “Less than 24 hours now, boy. We are going to fuck you, use you, and POZ you up real good…” I am so ready.

12:25 PM Lunch Break time. The instructions He sent tell me not to eat today… so I’m walking outside to the park near the hotel. Kill some time. It is a pretty nice day, lots of people about. Some guy about my age is glancing my way and smiling. He’s cute… but I just look away. Like I said, I’m no virgin but the next dick in my mouth or ass will belong to my mystery man. I’ve waited this long. I can wait for a bit more. By the time He responded, it had been a week since the family got home. I was almost ready to give up… but I still checked email in hope and dread multiple times a day. Finally he replied. I opened his email. There was no message… just a picture. I opened the picture. A young guy, dark hair and tan skin, on his knees, his mouth open, that huge cock in his mouth and something else… I can see his mouth is full. Full of cum. I felt jealous. What did this cocksucker, the one in the picture, have that I didn’t? Why was he getting what I wanted? He was hot and athletic - probably track and field I guessed - but so am I’m hot and athletic too. I’m a swimmer for fucks sake! Who would pick a runner over a swimmer? There had to be something wrong with me. I replied. “Wow. Wish that was me.” I hoped I didn’t sound too desperate…. I saved the picture though. Laying in bed that night, I jacked off while staring at it. I wished it was me on my knees. I wished it was me with that big dick in my mouth. I wished it was me tasting that cum. Days went by. Then a week. I check email daily - multiple times daily. And then, finally, a new message arrives. I’m sitting down to breakfast with my family when it comes in. I excuse myself and rush to the bathroom. I scramble to open the email. Again, no text… just a picture. This time He is with a different guy, blonde like me but pale, can’t see his face but he has an amazing tight little body. Gymnast I guess. He is naked, on all fours, facing away from the camera, and that huge dick is inside his ass. Definitely no condom. I could see what I assumed to be cum dripping out of his hole and trickling down his balls. I dropped my pants, freeing my already hard dick, and I jerked off to the new picture. I shot a string of spunk into the toilet in about 30 seconds. I wiped the last drips off my cock and sucked them off my finger. I shake my memories off again. Time to get back to work. The faster I get through today, so sooner it will be time. Why fantasize about what happened a couple months ago when I’m so close to getting the real thing?

“Good answer boy, now I think, considering how quickly you ran down here, that you don’t wanna wait any longer then you have to to get my cock up your tight boy hole, do you?” “No I don’t.” “Bend over,” he growled in my ear. I did as he commanded, and my heart began to pound. I had only been fucked once before and though I didn’t know how big this man’s cock was it was certainly bigger then the little pencil cock I had taken before and now it seemed like he was gonna go in my hole raw and dry. I was almost starting to panic when I felt something warm and wet press against my hole. I looked back and saw the man on his knees, spreading my ass with his hands his face buried between my cheeks. A few guys had rimmed me before but nothing like this, the stubble on his face rubbed against my cheeks sending waves of pleasure through my body as his tongue darted across my hole. I moaned loudly and arched my back, pressing my ass into him. I felt his tongue slowly working my hole open flicking in and out over and over again till finally my hole seemed to just open wide under the warm wet assault. Then a finger pressed into my hole and again I moaned. This man knew how to open up a boy’s hole and put him in heat at the same time. I felt sweat running down my back as I began to try and fuck myself on the two fingers he now had in my hole. He chuckled and added a third. I was in heaven, this was everything I had wanted it to be. He clearly hadn’t showered sense breeding the twink because the smell of sex already hung heavy in the air as he gradually opened my hole up for his cock. “Fuck me, please, God, breed my hole!” I began to bed and he twisted four fingers in and out of my now well-loosened hole. “You want me to knock you up boy? Fill your hole with my seed?” “Yes please. Fuck me and dump your load in me!” I was in a frenzy bucking back on to his four fingers. Then suddenly the were gone and I felt empty for a split second before something new and blunt pressed against my hole. I knew it was his cock as soon as I felt it and I held my breath in anticipation. Slowly he began to press his cock head against my hole, which still even after all the stretching felt like it was never going to accommodate his massive cock. He and I both knew that that was not an option however, and I began to push back on his cock willing it to pop inside my hole. When it did I gasped and stars burst in front of my eyes. He began to press the rest of his cock inside of me, spitting on his cock and my hole occasionally for more lube. I tried to take long slow breaths but soon found myself panting from lust. Once he was all the way inside of me he only gave me a moment to get used to his cock before he started to fuck me in earnest. With long slow strokes he pulled his cock out right to the tip and then just as slowly slid the whole thing back in again till his balls rested against mine. I smiled and pushed my ass back against him, I couldn’t get enough of this man’s perfect cock. His pace steadily began to quicken till he was hammering away at me and the room was filled with the sounds of flesh slamming into flesh and my ever increasing whimpering of pleasure. “You like having that hole fucked my a man’s cock, boy?” “YES! Don’t stop!” “I wanna see your face when I breed your hole. Get on the table.” He pulled out of my hole and pushed me forward towards the kitchen table, which I quickly laid on my back on and tossed my legs in the air. In a few seconds his cock was back in my hole and the onslaught had began again. I held onto my ankles for dear life as he hammered away. In this new position his cock was hitting a different spot in my ass and I felt my own cock tingling, suddenly without my having touched it at all cum began to rocket from my cock. I shook with the violence of my own orgasm, my ass must have tightened around the man’s cock because he suddenly growled and slammed his cock balls deep in my hole. “Take my fucking load boy.” I couldn’t believe it I could feel his cock pulsing in my hole; I could feel him shooting his load. “Oh my god,” I panted. “You like taking my load boy?” “Fuck yes.” “You want another?” “Load?” “Yes another load boy.” “When?” “Now.” “Hell fucking yes. Breed me again!” Then without ever pulling out of my hole he began to fuck me again. I took three loads from him in the kitchen that afternoon. I spent most of my time at his house for the rest of the three weeks my parents were gone, taking load after load after load from this gorgeous man. Even once my parents came home I would sneak over to his place at least four times a day never wanting to be without his cum in my guts.

Part VIII I returned to my bedroom and put down the glass of water next to the bed. I soaked in the sight of his abused and limp body as he lay passed out and completely at my mercy. He was still coated in a mix of dried cum and sweat from when he collapsed to the floor of the basement. I knew that the hours spent hanging in the chains had been the hardest and most painful experience his body had ever endured, and that his aching muscles would be easily overpowered all night. The viagra had finally worn off after the hours of torture and multiple orgasms, leaving his denuded cock flaccid. I reached over and wrapped my fist around his shaft and gave a few hard squeezes to see if it would stir. A moan forced its way through his unconscious state, but still his defeated cock remained soft. I knew I would have to fix that since his night had just begun. My helper was on the way to begin the next part of his descent into a dick starving cum whore. Picking the water back up from next to the bed, I dropped in the powder of a crushed Viagra pill and stirred until it dissolved. I knew he was dehydrated and needed more than one drink, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t revive him too much so he would stay on the edge of exhaustion. I wanted his body feeble and his mind weak to the sensations that would bombard him. I had ground down the apex predator, and now had to build a true poz cockhound out of the raw materials. Propping up his head, I began to slowly drip water into his mouth. Even dead to the world, his desperate body immediately drank everything that was given to it. After five minutes of patiently feeding him more water and drugs, he finally consumed all of the glass. As I dropped his head back unto the bed, I noticed a faint pulse appear in the veins lining his shaft. I knew he would need to time to warm up, but I was in no rush to begin the next stage before he was completely ready. With almost perfect timing, I head a strong knock on my front door, and knew my helper had arrived. Still nude and covered in dried sweat and fluids, I went back downstairs to allow my guest inside. As I confidently pulled open the door, I saw a very familiar face. Drew was special for a few reasons. Out of all the demigods I had lured into my trap and consumed, Drew’s name had the honor of being tattooed as the first of my list. He was the same height as me, but had a beautiful tan that made him a bronzed brown. Some people looked horrible with a tan, but Drew’s tan made him a worthy of a statue. He had dark brown hair that was buzzed short, and blending invisibly into his hair was a trimmed beard across his jaw. He also shaved his neck up to the jaw ridge, making his powerful muscles and tendons stand out like steel cables on a suspension bridge. But behind the dark skin, brown hair, and beautiful face was his most striking feature. His deep blue eyes stood in stark contrast to all the dark skin and hair, and many times I found myself getting sucked into them and the raw hunger I had planted in them. I always did have a weak spot for blue eyes. I grabbed onto Drew’s shirt and pulled him into the hallway. He didn’t resist as I pushed him against the wall and forced my tongue deep inside his mouth while I kicked the front door shut with a bang. He kept his arms flat against the wall as my hands roamed his chest, pulling and kneading his sensitive nipples and ridges of muscles. As I pressed hard against him I could feel his body squirm with pleasure as he was manhandled, and I could already feel blood quickly pumping into his hardening cock. Drew was a firefighter on the local force, and I made sure he kept his body in peak condition. Underneath his tight shirt there was the lightest dusting brown hair across his chest, and also on his lower arms and legs. I always made sure that his cock and ass was as bare as I had made my prey earlier in the evening. Drew was the young playboy of the fire department before I had run into him. He had scored more pussy than most firefighters did, and with his sweet innocence and gorgeous looks he never had to take anything by force. He would boast to his macho colleagues about all the pussy he would get, but privately was just as happy riding all the willing men he could find. Drew was a slave to his cock, and would put it anywhere to get off, which he did often. It was his pure lust which had made it so easy for me to lure him into my trap, as his naivety and sex drive had made him totally oblivious to any danger he might face. As we both finally started running out of breath from the continuous assault on his mouth, I finally pulled back and grabbed him around the jaw. Pushing his head back until it banged against the wall, his eyes were still locked to mine as he looked down his raised face. I dragged my other hand down the ridges of his abdomen and slid it inside his pants. I latched onto the base of his cock and clenched my fist hard. His cock was barely shorter than the biker’s rod upstairs and it was just as thick. But on his slightly smaller frame, his bare dick looked monstrous in comparison. I couldn’t imagine how many pussies and asses his cock had pried open before it became mine. It felt like a hot steel pipe in my hands and I continued to try and squeeze the blood back out of his shaft, to no avail. A high pitched whine escaped from him as he heaved in more air, and I saw him keep looking at me with a painful hunger he was desperate to satisfy. The harder I squeezed, the more his body would squirm across the wall, locked in place at his jaw and his cock. I smiled as I saw that despite his raw need, his powerful arms remained pressed against the wall even as his fingers tried to dig into the hard wall. I knew that all my training had paid off, and he realized that with my willpower I was capable of giving him far greater pleasure than he was able to give himself. I kept him pinned there for a minute before I finally spoke. “I have a new toy for you in my room. I just broke him in tonight.” His eyes darted to the stairs, and I felt the pressure build in his urethra as it filled with precum. Still holding tight, I dragged my first down his throbbing shaft to his glans, and knew that a pulse of hot sap was forced out of his slit. His eyes quickly came back to me as the sensations from his cock flooded into his sex-charged brain. Relaxing my grip, I slowly glided my hand back down to the root, and once more clenched it in a steel vise. Another moan escaped from his lungs as again I dragged my clenched first all the way down, and yet another wave of precum was forced from his cock. “I’m thinking about letting you play with my new toy, but I’m not sure you’ve earned the right yet.” Again and again I milked his thumping rod, and soon everything in his constricted pants was coated with hot and slippery precum. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knees were beginning to get weak and tremble from desire. As more and more pressure built around his jaw from my unmoving hand, his moans were becoming louder. “Please!” he whispered, unable to withstand the torture anymore. With anyone else I would have punished them for breaking so soon, but I knew that as I stared into those deep blue eyes I was more vulnerable to him than he knew. His pure desire always infected me and wore down my usual resolve. “Alright, I’ll give him to you. But first, you are going to clean me up.” I dragged my hand from the root of his cock all the way up his glistening cock. As I pulled my hand out of his pants, more and more precum collected on my fist, and his shaft was forced and bent through the tight spaces in his jeans. Finally my hand broke free, and a third of his shaft was pulled straight up above the waistline of his pants and exposed to the cool air. I knew the pressure of his huge cock was distending the material and pinning his throbbing shaft in place. Every small movement would cause a wave of pleasure to flow down his trapped cock, and more and more precum continued to pulse out of his exposed cockhead and dribble down to his soaking jeans and shirt. I took my hand and lifted it up to his mouth, and then instructed, “Get to work.” His head lunged forward and his tongue and lips bathed my fingers as he licked at his own juices like a starving dog. Making quick work of my hand, I pulled my hand away from his suctioning mouth and headed towards the couch. I had been exerting myself for hours, and there was a lot more he needed to clean up before I would let him get to the prize.

Part VII My dick slid over his sphincter and buried itself in his crack. Leaving a trail of slime as I pushed forward, my pelvis finally connected with his clenching cheeks. I stopped and let his powerful glutes massage my rod, pushing more precum out of my head to drip down into his trench. I knew he would need all the lube he could get. I wanted to tire out his tightly clenched ass muscles as they tried to force the invading rod away from his twitching hole. Soon my precum was coating his entire crack, and I heard him give out a moan of fear when the first rivulet of my sap dripped all the way down and across his orifice. All the muscles in his back and legs flexed as he gave one final attempt of sealing any access to his untouched hole. I laughed as this just squeezed even more juice out of my encased dick, channeling it directly down his crevice and turning the trickle of precum coating his hole into a steady flow. After a minute of his desperate defense, he took a deep shuddering breath and collapsed back into his bindings. I felt the muscles in his ass spasming from the constant exertion, and began to slowly slip my slime coated dick back and forth across his exposed hole. I reached over to the chair, and picked up bottle of poppers I had left there. Uncorking the lid, I continued to grind back and forth as I reached forward to grab his hair with one hand. Steadily pulling until his back was arched and his face was pointing at the ceiling, I pushed the bottle under a nostril and said, “This will help loosen your ass mucles so that I don’t rip you open while I fuck you. You’re going to be tight enough as it is, and with all the precum coating you I think a bleeding hole is the last thing you need if you don’t want to turn poz tonight.” After hesitating for a moment, he finally snorted a deep whiff of the poppers. I switched to the other nostril and he repeatedly took heavy drags. I could see the drugs quickly penetrate his system, and the twitching muscles in his ass relaxed. Keeping a hold of his wet hair, I slowly pulled my hips away from him, and I felt the head of my dick slide down his loosing trench further and further. When it finally hovered directly over his now still sphincter, I stopped pulling back my hips and began to slowly ease forward. Pushing between the mounds of exhausted muscles and aided by the coat of personal lube, my cock sank deeper until finally landing directly on his tight hole like a bullseye. As my oozing glans connected to his defenseless portal, he was pulled out of his glazed state and realized that soon he would be fucked and ridden like all the bitches he had broken in. Anticipating his horror, I quickly jammed the bottle back under his nose and commanded, “Breathe!” As he started hyperventilating, more and more poppers rushed into his system and he sank back into his chemically induced buzz. Putting the bottle down, I used both of my hands to firmly grab his broad shoulders. I leaned forward over his bound frame, with my cock poised like a battering ram. Letting gravity take hold, I began to ease my hips forward as pressure built on his tight asshole. With agonizing slowness, I felt the ring of his sphincter stretch further and further as more weight began to build behind my digging cock. He moaned through the drugs and the gag, tossing his head, but he could not escape from the inevitable strain building on his last barrier of manhood. I felt his ring peeling back around my cockhead as more precum kept dripping out of my slit and helped ease me deeper and deeper. Finally, I felt the skin of his ring go taunt, and the head of my cock balanced between the stressed muscles around his virgin hole and the lining of his rectum that seemed to burn with heat. Then, like an opening fissure, I felt my cock slide past his ring and push deep into his chute. When my burrowing head slid into a wall, he yelped and his ass involuntarily clamped shut around my shaft. I gasped with pleasure, and I felt pulse after pulse of precum massaged out by the twitching pressure and start to glaze his channel. I held still and tried not to cum as each powerful clench milked my dick over and over. Once I was back from the brink and his ring had begun to adjust to being stretched and penetrated, I gently pushed forward to work the rest of my dick in. I slowly rotated my hips around, probing the walls of his rectum to find the path of least resistance. I paused every time his ring convulsed in pain, and pulled his head back to give him another draft of poppers. Each time I stopped, his contractions got weaker and weaker from exhaustion and the drugs. After patiently working my way deep inside him, I finally felt the hilt of my cock grind itself into his sphincter and my balls go flush against his skin. I flexed my cock inside him, and felt his muscles trembling in defeat. I pressed down on the small of his back, and felt his insides re-arrange around my cock as he was forced to arch his back. I leaned forward and said, “I’m buried inside you now. It’s time to see if you get to leave here clean tonight. Let’s see if you cum first like the cock hungry slut you really are.” Slowly I began pulling back my hips. I watched the flesh of his ring was pulled out with my receding shaft. It then dragged along skin as more and more of my cock emerged from his wet hole. When I felt my mushroomed head press against the inside of his sphincter, I halted and began to rock forwards to penetrate him again. Angling my cock to press deeply against his wall, I pushed deliberately against his prostate as I glided back down his slime covered chute. He groaned at the new feeling, and a bead of precum formed at the head of his hard cock. As soon as I bottomed out, I repeated pulling out all but the head and sliding back in. My precum continued to leak into him and soon his insides were plastered with it, causing the friction on my skin to fade away. Keeping a steady rhythm I sluiced in and out of his open hole, and started to glide my hands over his sweating body. Inside his drug addled brain, he was feeling sensations that he had never experienced before. The pain of his stretched sphincter began to slowly recede as his ring started becoming accustomed to being stretched further than it ever had before. The slick shaft sliding past it began to massage the defeated muscles with each thrust, and soon the pain was replaced by a feeling a fullness. The walls of his rectum were overpowered by the unyielding dick and my cock continued to grind against his prostate. With each stroke a wave of strange pleasure would penetrate his brain as more precum was worked out of his untouched cock to drip down to the floor. Combining with that were sensations coming from the rest of his body as I pulled and twisted at his flesh, causing his body to bend away. Each time he would try and squirm away from the pleasure caused by my roaming hands, pain would shoot down the nerves from his bound limbs and spread across his abused body as the toll on him from his unnatural position continued to build with every motion. All of these sensations kept battering away at his mind while I steadily hit him with fresh blasts of poppers. I slowly began to increase the speed of my thrusts, and adjusted my angle of penetration to push harder and harder against his throbbing prostate. Untouched, his massive cock was bouncing with each of his heartbeats, and the foreskin was once again completely pulled back from his painfully hard erection. The beads of precum began to flow in a thick stream as more and more of his sap was squeezed out of his prostate with each thrust. The fear began to build inside him as he felt an orgasm building even though nothing was touching his cock. The feelings he had never experienced before continued to work their way further into mind and trigger his pleasure centers. I watched as a fresh wave of sweat broke out across his body and his moans began to turn into pants. His fear soon transformed into terror as he felt his body approach the brink of the biggest orgasm he had ever had. He knew this was all wrong, that he would never cum from being fucked like all the men he had dominated. How could he be ready to cum without an ass, mouth or hand wrapped around and worshipping his manhood? He focused completely on preventing his hungry cock from bursting, and stopped resisting my manipulations. I smiled as I continued to slide in and out of his now wet and loose hole, and once more started to build up the speed of my thrusts. The warmth of his hole seemed to devour my cock with every stroke, and I felt my own orgasm building deep inside my loaded balls. I managed to maintain control and suppress the building urge while continuing to ply and molest his exposed body. I knew the terror he was feeling would stop him from cumming even as I brought him to the brink each time I battered his prostate. I could see the terror battling the rest of his body, as it sent wave after wave of sensation against his mental defenses. I knew that I was edging him right to the brink as I pummeled his bound body, and that he would be forced to hold himself there through an act of sheer will. Even as his mind was fighting desperately to stay in control, his cock and body were begging for more aching pleasure and stabs of pain, a slave to his biological need to find anything that would give him sweet release. His cock was madly flexing as it sought to touch anything that would set it free as pulse after pulse of precum flowed to the ground. If I had reached my hand around and given him even a single stroke, he would have emptied his balls. But I wanted to complete my conversion of this alpha predator to my begging cumslut. We both lost track of time as I reveled in the sensations coming from my own body as I tortured his with pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity, I realized I would not be able to hold back much longer. I gave him one final whiff of poppers in each nostril, and then wrapped my hands gently around his neck. As I slowly pulled his head back once more, my hands began to gradually get tighter and tighter. I sped up the speed of my thrusts, and felt the involuntary contracting of muscles in his body increase. Soon, my cock was pistoning in and out of his defenseless hole, and the head of my cock was battering into his prostate over and over. As it became harder for him to breathe, I could see his bound limbs flail with the last of his strength, causing even more pain to mix with the frenzied need to cum. His eyes were wide with absolute terror as he gasped harder and harder for air, to no avail. My hands continued to clench as I fought to hold back my own orgasm and completely cut of his lungs from life giving oxygen. Shuddering in place as I battered his body, his eyes rolled back into his head. But then, as the burning need built in his lungs, he felt the terror begin to recede. The fear slid further and further away with each second, until finally the tsunami of mixed pain and pleasure breached his broken mind and triggered the strongest orgasm of his life. The muscles in his sphincter locked around my shaft, and I repeatedly buried it deep into his palpitating prostate. With each of my thrusts, a jet of cum shot out of his cock and splattered on the ground. I drove my cock past his quivering ring over and over, as he shot the last clean load he would ever shoot. As the burning smell of the ropes of cum pouring out of his massive cock reached my nose, I yanked my throbbing dick out and poised it over his raw hole. It trembled to be released, and I groaned as I looked down at the man I had just broken. I saw diminishing pulses of cum flowing out of his cock in a strand to the floor while his perfect body was covered in a thick sheen of sweat. His muscles trembled from the power of the orgasm and the complete lack of air as kept my hands locked around his neck. I looked at his perfection as the life slowly oozed out of him, and suddenly an image entered my mind. I saw a scorpion holding down its quivering prey, held helpless and immobile in its claws. I saw the stinger poised above, waiting to strike. I saw the venomous barb lunge forward with lightning speed, as strike after strike of venom stab into the exposed flesh. I felt my balls unload as I lunged forward and stabbed my poisoned cock deep inside him, tearing past his clenched ring. I slammed into his battered prostate as a jet of my burning venom flooded his ass, causing a fresh blast of cum to shoot out of his dick as another orgasm of pain and pleasure flooded through his body. Again and again I ripped my barb out of his hole, and plunged it back in deep with each shot. With my final blast, I buried my cock completely in his hole, and released his throat. His limp body collapsed against the chains as he heaved and shuddered to breathe again. I stood still as I felt waves of ecstasy course through me while infected cum coated his raw insides, and the last dregs of my dirty seed were squeezed out of my slit. I savored the stink of our sweat and cum as it permeated the room. After slowly regaining a sense of time, I stepped back and looked down at my prey. I remembered the apex predator that had stalked into my house and dominated me like a demigod. I compared it to the groaning figure of contorted muscles covered in sweat as he hung helpless before me, with my poisoned cum oozing out of his gaping and bleeding ass. I saw the streaks of cum splattered on the floor and a final strand dangling down from his bloated cock. Flowing past his gag and down from his head, a string of spit trailed down to the ground. I knew that the apex predator had died in this room tonight, and that the poz cumslut I had bred in his place was taking his first painful breathes. I imagined my venom already pumping through his body, slowly eating him alive as it converted him. I could see it invading the temple of his body that he had spent years building to perfection, and despoiling every inch of him. I knew that for the rest of his life he would beg to have the cum fucked out of him, that every time he shot a load out of his neglected cock, only my venom would pump out and give him the ultimate pleasure. I reached down and dragged my finger across the head of his still steel hard cock, collecting the strand of cum hanging from it. Taking the last pure thing that would ever come from his body, I stuck my finger in my mouth and devoured his seed. I felt my cock twitch with renewed energy and return to full mast. As I savored his taste, I stepped forward and eased my cum and blood streaked cock back into his raw hole. A fresh wave of my warm juices repainted my plunging cock, and his battered sphincter didn’t even twitch as I plowed deeper into him until my balls slapped against his oozing hole. While he moaned, I reached down towards his head and removed the gag from his mouth. Again grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled his head up from the floor until his glazed eyes were facing the wall. Tilting forward as I ground against the walls of his rectum, I felt my chest connect and stick to his sweaty back. I kept leaning until my mouth reached his ear and said, “They always cum first.” He closed his eyes in surrender. I let go of his hair and watched his body fall loose in his chains in complete defeat. I began to thrust deep inside him, and ravaged the muscles and skin in his torso and bound limbs. Exhausted and in shock, he hung limp as I pummeled his body again and again, forcing air out of his lungs with each bottoming thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with groans of pleasure and pain as the night went on and on. I poured a constant stream of verbal abuse into his jumbled head while mercilessly digging his asshole wider. I battered his powerless prostate relentlessly. Each time his untouched cock would vomit out another load of cum onto the floor, I would plant more venom deeper into his hole and then continue to fuck him even harder than before. After draining 3 more loads from his now shrunken cock, I dumped my final load inside his gaping hole and took him down from the chains. He collapsed into the puddles of cum and sweat on the floor, passing out from sheer exhaustion. Tossing him over my shoulder, I took his ruined body up the stairs and dropped him like a ragdoll onto my bed. Leaving him in the room, I returned naked to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of cool, clear water. After drinking two glasses, I picked up my cellphone and sent off a text. Refilling my glass again, I smiled as I headed back up the stairs. I had consumed the predator that had entered my web. But the weekend was young, and now it was time to build up my poz muscle fucktoy in its wake. I also knew I would have plenty of help. Yes, I was definitely enjoying myself this weekend.

Part V As his groans got slowly louder, I continued to pull on his 10 inch shaft from the root down to his glans. I would gently drag the loose skin with my hand on the upstroke before clenching hard on the steel shaft on the downstroke. Each time my hand reached his bloated mushroom, a fresh pulse of precum was squeezed out by the pressure. Slowly the rest of his body was starting to move, only to be quickly constrained by his bindings. His head began to roll, and more groans of pain and pleasure finally started to pierce the murky cloud surrounding his brain. As I slid my hand up and down, I kept his cock pulled back and pointed straight at the floor. The first thing he would see when he opened his eyes would be his throbbing, bare dick oozing a strand of clear sap down to the floor, and my hands pulling and plying the things he cared about most. Even as he struggled to finally open his eyes, the feelings of bliss emanating from his shaft had combined with his instincts and muscle memory of a lifetime of fucking, causing him to try and buck his hips down into my steady hand. I could tell exactly when he finally regained consciousness, as the thrusting stopped and he just stared at the confusing sight in front of him. I kept steadily stroking, and waited for the realization of his circumstances to finally sink in. As that knowledge sank deeper and deeper through his confused state, his fear started building like an avalanche. His system was blasted with a surge of adrenaline, and suddenly he began thrashing against his bindings like the helpless prey that he was. I laughed as he whined in terror and finally started to realize the totality of his situation for the first time all evening, far too late. A cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body and I could imagine smelling the stink of pure fear as more and more adrenaline poured into his system, causing his bound muscles to tremble. He finally stopped flailing in the chains, and I stopped pumping his cock to watch with awe as every muscle in his body seemed to contract at once. He heaved against his bindings, unable to breathe as tremors ran down his arms and legs from the exertion. I half wished the chains would snap after witnessing such a desperate display of harnessed power. But the hunter knew that his web would hold, as it always did. I decided that to distract his fear before he permanently damaged himself. Letting go of his dick, I pulled his huge balls away from his body and tight in his sack, and then slapped them hard with my free hand. A shock wave tore through his body as pain overrode fear inside his panicking brain. His desperate strength left as quickly as it came, and he futilely tried to curl into a ball only to again have his limbs snap against their bindings. As he lay loose in the air, I returned to stroking his cock, kept firm despite the fear and pain by the Viagra that would keep his unwilling tool stiff through everything to come. I only needed two inputs to begin breaking him in, pain and pleasure. I never believed in whipping my prey to cause them pain. I would never ruin all the pleasure to come of feeling their perfect skin as it strained to contain their toned muscles. No, the ultimate tools for both were already bare and exposed in the palms of my hands, and I used one to punish and the other to reward his actions. The quicker he learned, the less pain he would feel, and the faster it would become pleasure. I did not bother to remove his ball gag since there was nothing he was capable of saying that I hadn’t heard before with begs and pleas. I knew he had never shown mercy to any of his conquests, concerned only with his own gratification no matter how much pain he caused. As the pain that had lanced through his gut finally started to ease, I could tell that his blind panic had subsided as he stopped attempting to frantically break himself free. I could see him realizing his predicament with confusion. Sensations of pleasure started to seep through that confusion as I continued to methodically milk his still oozing cock. Never changing my speed or motion, I saw his throbbing cock start to take control as it slowly inundated his brain with wave after wave of satisfaction. Each passing minute caused more and more involuntary impulses, and soon he was curling his toes and using all of his will not to once more buck his hips into my relentless hand. He began to sweat from all heat and hormones released in his exertions and the primal parts of his brain mistakenly prepared for sex. I steadily continued on and on with no regard for his deteriorating situation. I waited patiently until I finally got the signals I was waiting for. A groan quietly escaped from around his gag, and I saw him close his eyelids and he tried to fight back the waves of pleasure pushing deeper into his system. I stood up from my chair and released his nuts from one hand while keeping a tight grip on his rod. My arm was pulled up and back from standing, and his shaved cock could only follow. Soon it was pointed directly behind him and I could see the muscles connected to his shaft pulled taunt in protest but lacking the strength to escape my vice. I continued to incessantly slide my hand back and forth, but now would alternate every other stroke by dancing my fingers across his exposed glans. I gathered all the precum that kept collecting in his well and began to slick the rest of his shaft by corkscrewing my hand as it moved back and forth. Once it was glistening in the light and still involuntarily flexing from my service, I knew it was time to break the next wall. I reached out with my free hand and laid it deep on the bottom of his back. He froze, suddenly yanked out of the sensations his pleading tool had been feeding him. I smiled as I began sliding my hand across the soft, warm, hairless skin and then up his spine toward his neck. I felt a sense of pure satisfaction that came from caressing and connecting with each curve of perfect flesh, like a boy touching a forbidden masterpiece in a museum. Each muscle underneath his skin seemed to clench and ripple with a mix of anticipation and revulsion as my hand pressed gently against it on its journey upward. I felt the hot sweat which had channeled down from his huge shoulder blades as my exploration continued. Finally, I reached his neck, and slowly slid my hand up into his damp hair. Moving up to his crown, I curled my fingers deep into his tussled hair and then steadily pulled his head back. Immediately, his massive neck muscles tensed as he resisted my tug and pulled his head down with a garbled shout. Holding firm on his hair, I released his cock with my other hand and it rapidly swung forward to slap loudly into his abs. Pulling back my hand, I slapped his balls again, and another surge of agony radiated across his suspended and bound body. Blinded by pain, I yanked his head back until his back was fully arched up, exposing his quivering washboard abs and pecs. Holding him up, I reached around him and latched onto his nipple. I slowly tugged and twisted it back and forth, until moving on to grope his shoulders and biceps. Learning quickly to avoid the agonizing pain I could inflict, he again went limp as I pulled and plied his sweat-covered body. After returning one hand to again knead his monster cock while continuing to desensitize him to my roaming fingers, I soon had him dripping more precum like a leaky faucet. Helpless to stop my manipulations across all his sensitive parts, I edged him closer and closer to cumming. Sensing that he was right on the edge from the relentless up and down all over his pounding staff slick with his juices, I quickly encircled his massive sack and eased his balls away from his body before they could deliver their payload. His cum was separated by a ring of clenched fingers from reaching his quivering shaft. I remorselessly continued to grind back and forth, listening to his panting moans as he begged and flailed for release. Minutes of sweet torture passed, and soon he was delirious with need. His entire pelvis was involuntarily rutting in a desperate attempt to create any sensation that would release the pent up load, and his eyes had rolled back as pure lust blanketed his brain. Seeing this bound, sweat-covered demigod twisting, shaking, and moaning in absolute sexual frustration finally broke the dam of control inside of me. I released his glazed and raw cock to watch it desperately flex over and over as it sought anything to help it blast out its load. Keeping his balls clenched behind my iron grip, I watched as slowly his body descended from the precipice. Exhausted muscles finally surrendered and he collapsed limp against his manacles. As his chest heaved for oxygen, and a shower of sweat continued to fall from his body. After another minute, I finally relaxed my hand around his quivering balls, and smiled with satisfaction as he didn’t cum. I walked around my helpless stud, and came to a stop near his hanging head. Looking down at his beautiful panting body, I knew my wait was finally over. I had completely broken down his body, and now I was going to brutally fuck his mind.

Part IV As I walked down the stairs to my basement with a case of clean beer, I contemplated how easily he had fallen into my reach. If he had bothered to do a more thorough search of my house, he might have found out sooner that he was walking into a trap. But thankfully for me, men like him could never imagine himself as the prey. His long history of dominating other men had eroded everything but the slightest sense of caution. It was the same with all other apex men like him. I enjoyed the irony of making their greatest strengths into their biggest weaknesses. Since they hunted alone, they were easily isolated and then subdued. And now I was going to use his perfect body against him and slowly devour him. I finished descending the stairs and stopped to admire the sight in front of me. Hang down from the ceiling were two chains that were linked to the bottom of the floor, forming an X at chest level. Connected between the lower parts of the chains was a solid rounded bar level with my waist. I had draped my blond stud across the bar with it pressed into his bent midsection as his limp arms reached for his toes. I had then taken each of his arms and bound his wrists above and behind him to connect to the upper links of the chains. Also binding his ankles, I curled each of his legs back and attached them to the upper chains as well. The end result was breathtaking, as his back formed a canyon of thick muscles covered with perfect, hairless skin. His chest was jutting out below him with his large nipples still red and inflamed from my earlier abuse. His calf muscles pressed tight against his hamstrings and bulged out to the sides having nowhere else to go. Behind the bar his round balls hung vulnerable between his open legs. His huge dick was still completely stiff from the Viagra and the foreskin had stretched back completely, exposing his raw red glans. It pointed straight under the bar parallel to his abs and down to his hanging head. Even as I drank in the sight of his twisted limbs and contorted muscles, my gaze kept being pulled back towards his magnificent ass above it all. His huge glutes were compressed by his raised legs behind him, and formed perfect bubbles of muscle that remained pliant and malleable as he was passed out. His legs had been slightly pulled apart so that his butt cheeks formed a widening valley from his lower back to his perineum. Deep between his globes I could see his bare sphincter gently closed and motionless. Inside his mouth there was a ball gag, and a strand of spit was dangling down and forming a puddle on the floor. After getting him locked in position, I had taken the liberty of removing all of his pubic hair. I had also pried apart his cheeks and denuded the hair in the valley around his untouched asshole. I loved the sight of his pale cock stripped as bare as he was, exposed and waiting to be used. I didn’t think it was possible, but it looked even bigger without his thick blond bush sprouting around the base. His ballsack was next, as I gently pulled and kneaded his nuts to get the skin taunt enough to scrape. Even with his mind knocked out, his cock seemed wide awake, and started to flex as the loose skin was pulled further down his shaft. A drop of precum formed at his slit, but I refrained from indulging its cry for attention. I finished with his ballsack and cleaned his taint, and continued all the way up to his glutes. As I pulled his cheeks apart, I gently dragged the blade around his hole. As I went back and forth to make sure that every hair was removed, his sphincter felt the cold air and started to involuntarily clench and release. The blade paused as I looked at his innocent virgin hole, and imagined all the things that were going to happen to it tonight. I felt my own cock twitch in my pants as it screamed out exactly what it wanted to do and a burning desire spread all the way up to my gut. I had to lean back and take a deep breath before I could continue to work steadily at my task. The time was fast approaching with my needs and urges would be fully satisfied, but now was not that time. I finished another step in removing one more piece of his alpha masculinity and took the blade back upstairs to grab some refreshments. I grabbed a chair and put it down behind him. Sitting down, I took out a beer from pack and leaned back to enjoy the view as I took a sip. I knew I could do whatever I wanted to him even if he wasn’t out cold, but it wasn’t just his perfect body I wanted to destroy. First I wanted to slowly and methodically break his will. I wanted him to experience every stage of his downfall, and fully feel the pain, pleasure, and fear I would use to do it. I waited patiently for the drugs and alcohol in his system to wear off. I drank slowly so I could enjoy a slight buzz without being impaired for rest of the evening. I smirked as I sat there drinking his beer, staring at the results of where his lack of control had gotten him. That and his throbbing pole of meat which was the real cause of his predicament with its single-minded lust to be satisfied. As I got close to finishing my first beer, I head a small groan coming out of him. All the blood that had collected in his upper body from gravity would definitely not be helping him make a comfortable journey back to awareness, but I knew that soon he would be ready to begin. I put down my unfinished beer and leaned forward in my chair. With one hand I reached out and circled it around his bare, exposed sack. I gently pulled his balls away from his body and began kneading them in the palm of my hand as he gave out a louder groan. With my other hand I reached between his legs and wrapped it around his shaft. The waves of heat from the blood in his cock caused me to squeeze hard as I felt the veins pulse across my palm. I gently pulled his 10 inch cock back and down between his legs until it was pointing straight at the ground. As he started to come around, I began slowly sliding my hand up and down his manhandled dick. The drops of precum fell from his slit to the ground below faster, released by my manipulations and pulled by gravity. Soon there was a string of slime stretching out from his mushroom head as his cock became fully awake. We were finally ready to start.

(This is a long one. Once I started writing it I couldn't stop. You'll understand why.) Part III I put the case of beers down on the couch next to him and got back down on my knees between his legs with my hands clasped behind my back. Once I was back where I belonged he reached over and took the first beer out of the pack. Using his bare hands, he flexed his huge arms for a second and the cap popped off the bottle instantly with a hiss of escaping air. He kept his eyes on my as he took the bottle to his lips and took his first swig. He washed it around his mouth as he enjoyed the first refreshing taste of his favorite drink, then finally swallowed in one gulp. “Mmm. Just how I like it.” He brought the beer up for another mouthful and quickly gulped it down. I watched his adam’s apple bob up as he drank it and let me eyes dart down from his neck to his crotch before quickly returning back to his face. He smiled again and gave a small laugh. “Looks like you can’t wait to get started, bitch.” He reached up with his free hand and wrapped it around the back of my head. I could feel the strength in his arm as he slowly pushed my willing head down into his crotch and began grinding himself against my face. “You’re lucky I am ready to get serviced. It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like making you wait for this as long as a dog like you deserves.” I took in his smell with deep breathes as I felt the heat of his hand pushing me in harder mixing with the heat coming from his rapidly hardening cock inside his jeans. I heard him take another deep draft from the bottle as he groaned with the pleasure of a satisfied man. Inside his jeans I felt the monster stirring with life as my mouth and nose were dragged back and forth over his covered cock. I could almost hear the fabric stretching and creaking like an iceberg as the heat continued to spread into his massive tool. I knew that soon the monster would be awake, and that it would begin to start making his decisions for him. He downed the rest of his beer and tossed the empty bottle on the couch next to his helmet. Moving his hand from the back of my head, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head up to look me in the face. I was breathing heavily and felt another leak of precum come out in my pants. My own cock was getting uncomfortably hard inside the tight jeans, but I knew there was nothing I could do to adjust it without getting punished by him. He smiled as he saw how worked up I was becoming without being able to relieve myself. He liked seeing me in discomfort, unable to help myself as I became dedicated to servicing his needs over mine. “Looks like things are getting tight down there. We can’t have that, can we? Take off my jeans, boy. Now.” I moved my hands quickly up and unhooked the first button. As I worked, he reached over to grab another beer and repeated his display of power by easily popping off the second bottle cap. His upper body was a ripple of muscles under his tight shirt as he brought the beer to his mouth and took another drink, watching me all the while. I had a hard time focusing on his pants with that kind of display going on above me, and I knew he liked the overpowering feelings he was producing in me. Everything was going exactly as he expected. I finished with the buttons and grabbed his jeans on the sides with both hands. He slowly lifted his ass off the couch, and again I paused as I saw the muscles in his stomach clench into a display of perfection. I knew this was a man who could fuck someone’s brains out from any position he pleased for as long as he wanted. He reached over with his free hand and slapped me not so gently on the side of my head. “Hurry up, bitch!” I quickly pulled the jeans past his ass cheeks of solid muscle and down to his large quads. He settled back down on the edge of the couch and I began the difficult process of working his jeans slowly down the rest of his legs. He was wearing black boxer briefs that were working overtime to keep the massive bulge of his cock pressed against his body. I could tell that even just barely hard, they were already losing the battle. He must have had a six inch log of a dick even when he was fully soft, and things were already well past that point. I watched the mound throb as more and more blood began collected in his snake with each passing heartbeat as the restriction of his jeans had finally been removed. As I tried to move his jeans further down his legs, it seems to hit a snag every time I came across another knot of muscles. He has a perfect covering of light blond hair that went all the way down his legs, and it turned golden at times. It took me a long time to finally get those jeans down before he finally lifted his feet and let me slip them off completely. My gaze travelled up his muscular legs back to his crotch where his dick had begun to tent against the tight briefs. Again he reached out with his massive hand and forced my head back down into his thinly veiled crotch. “Put your hands back behind you and get my cock hard and wet.” The heavenly smell was almost overpowering now as my nose was mashed back up against his cock, and I used my tongue to bathe the massive ridge that was forming inside his briefs. The stink was even stronger down near his balls, which looked huge even between his massive legs. I licked up and down the fabric surrounding his shaft, drooling with desire as I tried to lick and taste as much of him as I could. He let me work myself back and forth and coax his huge cock to full mast while he slowly finished his second beer. As he tossed aside his second beer, I wasn’t sure if the viagra was starting to kick in or if he was able to get his massive dick hard so fast without it, but it worked for me regardless. I knew his huge cock would remain rock hard all night, and that he had that much less blood in his system to use for his brain. He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my head up a second time to stare me in the face. I was sweating and panting from the heat of being pushed down into his crotch, surrounded by muscles and skin radiating heat. There was drool covering face all the way from my nose to the bottom of my chin, and he saw exactly what he wanted to see in my dilated eyes as I panted heavily. He knew he was in total control, and that I would do whatever he wanted immediately. Keeping hold of my head, he said, “Take off the briefs and get to work you filthy cock hound.” I reached up and dug my hands into the tight waistband of his briefs and began trying to peel back his snug briefs. They were so tight I ending up having to pull them straight down since there was no way they would stretch enough to release his massive cock without hooking on it. As I pulled them down more and more, his cock began to bend down with it like someone was pulling on the branch of a tree. His blond bush came into view, along with a blast of heat and scent as the prison door for his cock was finally being opened. I had to pause and take a long drag as I was overwhelmed by that blast of pure testosterone and sex. Still holding my head in place with one hand, he reached over with his other hand and slapped me out of my bliss. “You aren’t done yet, slut. I’m not going to tell you again.” I started pulling again and the stem of his dick was revealed sprouting out of his bush as the rest of his dick was being dragged down with the briefs. More and more of his perfect dick became visible as the briefs went lower and lower. It felt like it was taking forever to free this python from its cage as it went on and on. Finally, the pressure built up to the breaking point, and his cock snapped past his descending waistband to swing over like a falling tree and slap against his lower stomach. He kept a firm grip on my hair as I involuntarily drifted towards his freed monster. I had to stretch my arms and back to get the briefs down off his legs while he kept my head locked in place. Finally naked from the waist down, he kept holding me above his cock with both hands and began to flex it like was doing pushups. As he did this, I saw beads of precum building up on the tip of his slit, and his foreskin pulled back further and further. The huge head on top of his 10 inch dick was emerging like some kind of sped up timelapse of a growing mushroom, as more and more precum continued to collect and then drip down onto his white shirt. “Now you’re going to take all of that, bitch, and you are going to choke on it until you pass out or I finish using you.” He released my head and I quickly leaned forward and began licking the nectar from his cockhead. I engulfed his cock and then pulled it straight up so I could get it deeper in my mouth. It was straight as an arrow, and it throbbed with heat as it invaded my mouth. I could feel the softness of his skin like it was silk, and underneath that silk I felt the steel of his stem that forced its way closer and closer to the back of my mouth. As I dove down and feasted on his dick, he reached over for his third beer and again moved to pop the cap. He paused as he focused on the bottle, and had to take an extra second to move his fingers into the right position. Then, with another surge of muscles the cap flew off and joined the others. I slowly kept working my mouth deeper and deeper down his cock, trying to get my mouth accommodated to his huge girth and length. I doubt it would have been easy even if I could unhinge my jaw he was so big. My drool started to coat his sword all the way past his balls, but no matter how hard I tried his blond bush seemed unreachable. Between swigs he would reach down up with both hands and force me on his cock. He would get it right to top of my throat and I would gag as my body tried to futilely rear away, only to have my head remain locked between his powerful hands. I somehow managed to keep my hands behind my back as he did this again and again, stopping only to get another mouthful of beer. I was slowly working my way further and further down his shaft, but this monster seemed unending. As he finished his third beer, he dropped it next to the others and then again grabbed my head. Forcing my head up slightly to make me look at his eyes, my mouth still wrapped around his oozing dickhead, he said “Time to take it all bitch. I don’t care if you are ready or not.” I was already out of breath, but we both knew that nothing was going to stop him getting what he wanted now that he had made up his mind. Grabbing my ears he forced me down as far as I had been able to work and then began to push down with his hands while simultaneously lifting his waist. I could feel his dick forcing its way past all resistance like a juggernaut as he pushed his slime covered cock deeper and deeper into my throat. My nose finally sunk deep into his bush, but his dick was lodged so far down my throat I was unable to breathe. He groaned as he bottomed out his gigantic rod in its new hot and wet home, and then began flexing it inside my esophagus. “Mmm, that feels great, fuckhole. You better get used to this because I’m going to spend a lot of time parked right here this weekend.” As he held me there longer and longer, I began to feel a burning sensation building up in my lungs. Instinct caused me to start trying to pull off of his baseball bat of a cock to free up my airway for more oxygen, but I saw the muscles in his arms and chest flex and hold my head like it was in a vice. From the fixed point of my head, the rest of my body started to spasm, and my hands finally came forward and tried to grab on to the top of his giant legs. I tried to push off his body by using his legs as leverage, but underneath my hands they clumped like braided steel wire and he lunged his hips forward even more, grinding my nose flat into his brush and probing the back of my throat even deeper. He tossed his head back and groaned as I was forced to look up at this demigod of tensed muscles as his cock choked the life and resistance out of me, second by agonizing second. My legs and arms started to shake as he looked back down at me, breathing hard and swift with exhilaration as he used his body to dominate me. He felt the pure power of being able to take me to the brink, and that we both knew that there was nothing that I could do to stop him. More precum pumped down my throat as he broke down the final walls of any resistance that I had left. As my twitching got more and more feeble and my body was forced to become a tool for his whims he looked back down at me and stared into my bulging eyes and said, “I own you, slut. Never forget that I will use you for whatever gets me off, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.” I stopped fighting and went limp, and he basked in my total surrender. Finally, he let go of my head and I fell like a ragdoll to the ground, gasping for air with a horrible sound. I hacked and coughed between breathes, trying to clear my throat of all the slime he had pushed in there with his cock. He laughed as I lay at his feet, and then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and began to peel it off of his chest and over his head. Even as I lay there, I was forced to watch as he lifted his arms above his head as he finished removing his shirt. Finally revealed in his full glory, I began getting enough air inside my lungs as I looked upon this blond statue of sculpted muscle and golden skin. With his 10 inch dick jutting out straight, hard, and covered in my spit, he completed his final step of showing me how he was my better than me in all things, and that I was privileged to be used by him and his magnificent dick. As I finished coughing, my throat raw and my lungs finally heaving less for air, he swayed slightly then leaned back on the couch and grabbed his fourth beer. He attempted to open the bottle, but his hands had trouble getting a good grip on the cap. Slightly frustrated, he had to carefully place his hands and felt like it took more strength than usual to finally force the cap of the beer loose. Figuring that it was the alcohol, he took a deep draft and downed half the bottle before pulling it away from his lips. Everything was going his way this evening, and the cock slave had finally been broken in. Now was the time to get drunk and enjoy using his slave long and hard all night. Looking down at me with reddening eyes, he said “Get back to work on my dick, cocksucker. You’re going to swallow everything I give you.” I crawled back between the pillars of his legs and used my arms to steady myself on them. I took hold of his glistening cock and pulled it away from his stomach to get it back inside my aching mouth. He closed his eyes as I began to lick and bob up and down his shaft, using one hand to pump the root and the other to pull and twist on his heavy and loaded balls. He began slowly thrusting his hips up and down as finished off his fourth beer in another quick gulp and settled back to be serviced. I kept using my tongue to probe his slit and fish out his sweet precum as it continued to flow like a slow lava fountain. I alternated between bobbing up and down and then flicking his sensitive frenulum and cap. My hands began roaming up his abdomen and sliding along his washboard abs as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. He groaned and continued to thrust his lower body higher and higher as I slowly took him closer and closer to heaven. I knew his body was slowly absorbing my special ingredients, and that his body was also releasing natural hormones that combined to make him more and more drowsy. After a couple minutes of steadily working him closer and closer to orgasm, I kept careful watch on him to make sure I tracked his body’s responses to my stimulation. I didn’t want him to cum yet, but he was almost exactly where I wanted him to be. As I brought him down from another slow buildup, he opened his eyes and reached for his fifth beer. Seeing how much difficulty he was having focusing on getting the bottle, I reached over and took the sixth bottle and removed the cap before putting it in his hand. He put down the unopened bottle and smiled. “Glad to see you are learning so fast. Keep it up and I’ll treat you to a reward.” I smiled on the inside as the bottle connected with his lips and he began to drink. My hands moved back to his chest and then latched onto his nipples, which caused a moan to come out around the bottle as he arched his chest forward. His body was almost completely relaxed as he lowered the bottle and rested his head back with his eyes closed. I could feel his body starting to respond to all the pinching and twisting that I was placing on all of his sensitive points as I exploited his body, and I continued to slowly suck and drink his leaking sap. After slowly finishing his fifth beer and dropping his hand to the couch, the bottle slipped out of his hand. I reached up and fondled his powerful biceps. He kept his eyes closed and had stopped thrusting his hips as the different drugs slowly built up more and more in his system. His cock remained rock hard as the Viagra and my mouth and tongue kept probing his mushroom head and urethra between my deep up and down strokes. As I edged him closer and closer, he began moaning as the sensations hitting his foggy brain overpowered any thoughts besides cumming. The strength in his body was fading fast, and I kept sucking all of his strength slowly and steadily out of his throbbing shaft as it pulsed slowly to his heartbeat. He began rolling his head as I manipulated his body to keep him flooded with pleasure, and slowly I began to work faster on his cock and twisted his nipples harder. His arms had fallen to rest on the couch, and he didn’t even try to open his eyes anymore. I took him near to the brink and then held him there while fresh precum pushed out with every throb as he moaned. I wanted to enjoy the taste of him while I could. I drank his clear sap from his slit like it was a fine wine, because I knew that this would be the last time that anyone ever tasted his pure seed again. As I swallowed more and more of his delicious precum, I felt my own sap leaking in a steady flow. I could feel my hard cock pushing down the leg of my jeans like a pipe that had sprung a leak, and the river had flowed all the way down my leg to my knee. I knew I had to finish this soon or else I would lose control, and the prey was so close to being subdued. I moved my arms to put his thighs between under my armpits, and I moved my hands up to his biceps. I stopped teasing his mushroom and dove down on his slick shaft hard, moving with increasing speed. His body, covered in sweat from being pulled, fondled, and edged, began to slowly squirm as the inevitable climax approached. I moved my hands down his arms, over the wet skin and damp hair, all the way to his wrists. I grabbed both wrists and clamped them down to the couch, holding them firm. He tried with feeble strength to move his arms and legs, but they lacked the strength to break from my iron grip. As his balls pulled up, he arched his back up and began panting with ecstasy. He was offering his cock to me like a sacrifice, a slave to his overloaded senses, and I consumed his offering. I could feel his cock begin to twitch as his cum flooded up his urethra. He thrashed on the couch like a manacled prisoner as surge after surge of his sweet, clean nectar was devoured by my mouth. I kept siphoning each thick blast, constantly working his cock as I demanded more and more. Even as he finally fell back twitching to the couch, I continued to assault his defenseless cock with my tongue and lips, drawing weaker and weaker spurts of cum. I swallowed his delicious seed, and nursed his sensitive mushroom to get as much of his juice as possible. A high pitch moan escaped from his gaping mouth as I mercilessly worked him while he tried to squirm away until the last drop of cum had been extracted from his slick staff. Finally satisfied, I lifted my head from his cock and it slapped against his stomach in defeat. Freed from the painful pleasure on his overworked cock, he went limp on the couch and took a deep shuddering breath. The drugs and alcohol combined with the massive surge of hormones released with his orgasm to push him past the point of half-awake pleasure and deep into unconsciousness. I got up slowly and took the keys to his motorcycle out of his discarded pants. I put on his shirt and drank up the smell of his musk on it. As I unlocked and opened the front door to move his motorcycle off the street and into the garage, I paused and turned around to look at back at my prey. He lay naked and limp on the couch, his head lolling to the side with a small stream of spit dripping out of his open mouth. He was covered in a pure sheen of sweat from head to toe, and his glazed cock was still laying rock hard across his stomach in surrender, lifting futilely with each beat of his heart. His blond hair was dark and wet with perspiration. His arms and legs were splayed out and motionless, completely defenseless. Even passed out, his muscles stood out with beautiful definition. I smiled as I remembered when he first came into my trap. He could never have imagined how far he would fall, and he couldn’t even comprehend how much lower I was going to take him. I closed the door behind me with a loud thud, and back in the living room he didn’t even twitch.

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