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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.

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.

Part 1: An unexpected finding Ryan ended up returning home from his trip a day earlier than originally planned. Three days with his family was one day too long, and he told them he needed to get back to finish a school project. Ryan felt a sense of relief when he entered the apartment and made his way down the hall to his bedroom. As he passed by his roommate's door, he heard music coming from Donald's room - which was a bit unusual. Ryan was about to shrug it off when he heard what he could only perceive as some kind of high-pitched howling noise. Startled, he paused in his tracks and put his ear next to the door to try and figure out what was the source of the noise. Ryan's eyes widened as he listened through the door. He couldn't quite understand the words being shouted by Donald. "fuck yes! Give me that poz cock!" was the only phrase he thought he understood. He wasn't sure he heard it entirely correctly. It didn't make sense. "Paw's" cock? He wondered? More phrases would clue him in. An unfamiliar voice dominated now, "yeah, take my poz dick you little chaser bitch. Tell me how much you want it!" Was this a joke? Ryan wondered. He had some vague notion of HIV chasers, or whatever they were called, but he couldn't have heard right. Donald was gay but Donald .. well .. was a nerd .. a major book nerd. And Donald never seemed to hook up. He was just odd-looking. Ryan was trying to picture his awkward roommate getting fucked. No way, Ryan thought as he continued to listen in. "I love it! Fuck me with your big poz dick! Fuck my neg ass!" he heard Donald answer the unfamiliar voice. "You want it deeper?" asked the stranger. Ryan still couldn't believe what he was hearing as he heard Donald answer back - and not in Donald's normal soft-spoken, often unintelligible mumble. There was conviction and determination in his voice. "Fuck yes! Pump every inch of your poz cock into my ..." There was a pause. Ryan wondered if they may have detected his presence beyond the door. Then he realized what happened, apparently the stranger must have obliged. Donald seemed to have a difficult time verbalizing, " ... my .. fuck yes! my fuck ! my ass! I want your toxic jizz ... " and Donald trailed off. It was difficult to piece it all together now since Donald wasn't exactly creating full sentences. The stranger was easier to understand, "you want my super high viral load?" The stranger's question was just as alarming as Donald's answer, " yes! fuck that death seed into me. pound me .. ugggh .. pound me with your deathstick!" Ryan's heart was racing. Was he literally hearing someone get fucked to death? Should he do something? What could he do? They seemed to be consenting. Ryan scurried into his bedroom and quietly closed the door. He convinced himself he must have heard wrong. But, even through two closed doors, the chasing unfolding in the other room remained evident. "Poz my ass! Fill my neg ass with your poz load!" Donald said urgently. The stranger seemed quieter now for some reason. But, Donald's voice continued to carry, "Yes! I love it!!! Breed my ass! Convert me with your sexweapon!" Ryan's anxiety level was escalating and then he noticed something slightly familiar as well. He felt his dick hardening quickly. "I'm going to cum in you!" he heard the stranger now much louder. "You sure you want this load?" "God yes! Give it to me! Use my ass! Flood my guts!' Donald shot back. Ryan's mind was racing. He still couldn't totally understand what was happening. But, he also couldn't stop picturing a big dick only a dozen feet away. Maybe it was just an automatic response to the sounds of sex. Whatever the reason, Ryan pulled down his shorts and started to aggressively jerk his own dick that was quickly nearing climax in only a matter of seconds.. "YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!" the stranger's voice boomed. Ryan was about to explode with unexpected intensity. He heard Donald cry out, "Yes ! Oh FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Ryan knew the sound of an orgasm anywhere. His mind went blank and he exploded as well. Gobs of cum spurted out of Ryan's dick. One phrases echoed in his head as he nearly mindlessly jizzed .. "You're gonna get it." As the noise subsided, Ryan started to come back to his senses. He looked down at his hand, dick and the carpet and was shocked by the volume of cum that had landed everywhere. He sat on the edge of his bed, and froze in shock and disbelief. What had Donald done? And what did I just do?" Ryan wondered.

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.

Hi guys Thinking of subscribing to my first pay porn site. Obviously I'm looking for bareback and i also like scenes that involve a bit more than just the sex - some "story" as such that sets the scene for the sex. I like outdoor stuff, gloryholes and tearooms/cottages. Anyone have any recommendations on good sites to try out? cheers felcheruk

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

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 am usually the aggressive bottom at the bath house. Always wearing my jock strap, NO towel wrapped around me, flirting with every guy in the place. I have litterally walked up to guys and asked if they wanted to fuck this ass, the worse they can say is no, and more times than not they say "hell yes".

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.

I am a Bottom For Men...and I highly recommend them!

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.

Let me be your condom

Yup I am a bottom for men. The only way to go.

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 also a bottom for Men....to be used over and over and over and over...............................

:)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...

5:38 AM Most of the guys have left now. Only a couple remaining and every dick is spent. Even mine…. I’ve come at least three times without ever touching myself once. All of the guys had two or three shots at my holes and several more of them had me drink their piss. My mystery man is sitting silhouetted in a chair. I still haven’t seen His face and I know I never will. That is not what tonight was about. It was about fucking, about cum, about conversion. He is, I am sure, already grooming another guy for the next party. “I think that about wraps it up for tonight then.” He says. “How do you feel.” “Tired, used, sore… but that was so amazing.” “You won’t ever be the same, you know. You are a swimmer, but there is a really good chance that the virus is swimming in your veins now.” “Yeah.” “Any regrets?” 

I paused. Then smiled. “Nope. I know what I am now.” “And what is that?” “I’m a cumdump, bottom, slut, pig who will take any load. And I feel free. Need a few days to rest but already looking forward to taking my next load.” He laughs. “Cool. My work is done then.” He pauses. “But if you do get the bug, be sure to pass it on..” “I promise I will.” I pull on my t-shirt and my track pants. The cum dripping from my hole and down my legs quickly seeps through I smell of cum, sweat, piss. mansex. Anyone who gets within several feet of me this morning will know what I am. Good…. this is who I am and they can like it or fuck off. I step out of the house and into the early morning Southern California sunshine. - End -

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.

10:28 PM I lick my lips, tasting the remains of the fourth load that I’ve taken in my mouth. I’m resting on my haunches on the floor to take the weight off my knees. In the dark room, and with the series of men who have used my mouth, I’ve lost track of Him. For some reason now there is a pause and none of the other men have moved forward to feed me their meat or their cum. I’m a bit confused. There are still four guys who haven’t done more than just watch, take pictures and video, and probably wank. I am aware of someone moving behind me. I feel a pair of muscular arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. I can feel the tip of a hard cock touching my ass cheek. “Having fun, boy?” I recognise His deep voice from when he let me in the door. I’m glad He is back and I press back into His firm chest and melt into His embrace. I could turn around and see his face if I wanted, the lights that illuminate me for the camera have to be illuminating him as well, but for some reason I don’t feel it is necessary to do so. I am content to let him remain a mystery. “Yes, sir.” “Are you ready for the next step?” My voice is quiet but I do not hesitate. “Yes.” “You ready to take a POZ cock? None of us are on meds, some of us are full blown AIDS.” “Mmm hmmm.” “Say it. Tell use you want to be filled with our toxic loads, to take our bug.” My hand reaches back and gently grips His shaft. I guide it between my cheeks and up to my tight pucker. “Please fuck me, sir. Fill me with your toxic cum, covert me.” There are murmurs in the dark around me. Eager and triumphant whispers. I hear them call me a slut, a pussyboy, a cumwhore. I can even hear someone chuckling faintly. My host pulls back slightly and a drop of spit hits my ass. His fingers are there, applying it to my pucker. pushing just inside. More spit, on His dick this time. He shifts. Something is pressing now. Bigger than His finger… much bigger. “This is going to hurt.” He whispers in my ear. “But it will help ensure that tonight is a success. I’m going to ruin your hole in more ways than one.” I nod my head. My hole tightens against the pressure. I try to will it to relax but it persists. He kisses me between my shoulder blades, along the back of my neck, my earlobes. A low moan escapes my lips, Most of the guys around us have smartphones out, taking pictures from different angles. One of the phones is nearby, obviously focused on his dick and my hole. He is pushing into me. Hard. Oh fuck! He is so big and there is so little lube. I haven’t felt this much pain since the first few times I got fucked. His arms are tight around me, keeping me from pulling away from Him. The murmurs around us are getting louder. “Give it to him.” “Rip that ass open.” “Fuck him. Fuck that dirty little whore.” The cameras are nearby, recording this moment for posterity. I can’t breath. My eyes are welling up with tears. I want it so much but my body is still resisting. He is pushing harder. And harder. I am going to have to stop this it hurts so much but I can’t speak. One of his hands grips my hair and pulls my face up so the cameras can capture the torment on my face. The big head of His cock forces pass my clenching barrier I scream. I can’t help it. The men around us start cheering and applauding Him. My hole is still trying to repel the invader but He is in control and keeps his cockhead inside me. His hand on my stomach now, pulling me back into His thrust as He pushes deeper. He is thrusting in and out now. Hard. Insistent. Remorseless. Each thrust pushes Him deeper inside me. The pain is less now, but my hole is so sore from His entry that each thrust makes me clench a little around His pole. My breath is ragged and my face must be bright red. Yet I am pushing back now. Impaling myself on His cock. His big meat is still going deeper, deeper, deeper. “That’s it.” He is moaning. “Take all 9 inches. Give me all that swimmer hole. Let me make you mine.” I’m his already. I want to please Him. I push back into His fuck as hard as I can. The thrusting stops. His balls are laying against my ass. He is all the way in. He is pulling back, drawing about half of His shaft out of me. He slams back in in one sudden thrust and is balls deep again. He is pulling out again. Even further… can’t be more than a couple inches still inside me. Slam! Back balls deep inside. Again he is pulling back. His cockhead slips out of my hole. Slam! Balls deep again in one hard and sudden thrust. All the way out, then all the way in. Again. Again. Battering my hole. “You like it rough… don’t you, boy?” It is a struggle to talk. “Yes. Sir.” I manage to gasp out. “Your ass isn’t so tight anymore. You are really getting stretched out. Like the fucking bitch you are. Probably bleeding to… my bug will be getting into your bloodstream.” I can only moan in reply. His breathing is heavy in my ear. “I’m getting close. You ready for me to make you a cumdump?” My heart is pounding. All our messages, all my anticipation, has led me to this moment. “Yes.” “Yeah… that’s all you are going to be from now on. A cumdump. I’m gonna give you what you want. Your guts are going to be bathing in toxic cum. Here is comes you stupid bitch!” He slams into me a final time. Balls deep. Time stops. I can feel it. I can feel his cock spasming inside me. Filling me with His disease. His orgasm seems to last forever as He keeps pulsing inside me. But when it finally ends, I know it wasn’t long enough. I need more. I know I will never get enough. He pulls His cock out. I can feel something dripping out of me. His cum. Out of my ass and down the back of my ballsack. “You aren’t done yet, bitch.” He slaps my ass. “You are just getting started.”

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.

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?

Super hot. Yôu had my ass aching to be bred by a poz cock for the first time. Can't wait to read more.

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 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.

I'm more of a fisting top. I love the feeling of my hand in a silky ass. I also bottom at times and if the guy knows what he is doing, getting fisted is even better than getting fucked. I'm lucky that my hole opens up pretty fast even if it has been awhile. I have jerked off inside a guys ass--mind blowing.

That's kind of like asking "Would you eat a ham sandwich for the man you loved?" Why would anyone say no to either?

I enjoy fisting guys, so to even things out, I enjoy getting fisted as well. But my one caveat is I don't enjoy punch fisting. Either to give or receive. When I get fisted, I enjoy a nice slow fisting session. And on occasion, I see stars when the guy gets his hand in me. It's amazing!

id love to see them get inside of you. i want some!

yea it was amazing some of them were recording and takin pics on their phone so youll prolly see me somewhere haha

Hell YES that would be great!

I think it's realistic to assume that everybody on BBRT is poz, whatever they write on their profiles, with the possible exception of guys who have just joined - and they very soon will be...

I assume when a guy on BareBackRT says "Ask me" he is HIV positive. Some guys cannot openly admit on a profile that they are poz. Many do say positive, undetectable and negative. I also wonder how people on BareBackRT can stay negative since there are so many poz guys there. I doubt there are many true negative guys there.