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So there I was, stark bollock naked sucking on David’s nice cock, it truly was a beautiful knob about 7.5 inches, thick, as I sucked I ran my tongue over the veiny surface eliciting words of encouragement from him, as well as ‘tick tock’ I sucked using every ‘trick’ I had, swirling my tongue, deep suction, everything, I was nervous, I had been fucked plenty of times but not by anything like him, I had tears in my eyes as I worked looking up at him as he smirked “my cock looks great in your gob boy but it will look better up your bum” and always as the minutes counted down, “tick tock 12 minutes left”, my jaws ached but I kept sucking, something in me drove me on as I knew if David fucked me it would be it would hurt, his cock seemed to grow even thicker in my mouth as he rested his hand on my head helping me to bob it up and down on his cock “seven minutes left boyo, sweet I wonder if you’ll do it?”, I held his balls, so big they barely fitted in my hands as I frantically sucked him, and all the time those words over and over again counting down “tick tock five minutes”, then “tick tock three minutes”, and then he grunted “one minute boy, that’s all you have before I get to rape your boy hole”, I sucked harder, I was literally sucking as if my life depended on it but I did not achieve my aim as his final words rang in my head as he pushed my face off his cock “tick tock, times up, now its fucking time”, I teared up, I know I did “I can do it” but he simply smiled in a cruel sarcastic way “nope son times up” I knelt on the sofa, my arse was bright red, he’d not lied about beating me, I’d been spanked so hard that I had tears and snot running down my face, as he’d dragged me over his knee I’d struggled but with that first stinging swat on my big round arse I was shocked and then with every slap of his hand on my bum I became more and more submissive under his control until I just laid over his knees my body shaking with as spank landed on my arse. Back to kneeling on the sofa, one of his big hands rested on the small of my back just above my arse, I dared not move as he shaved my arse and crack with a cut throat razor “if you move boy you’ll get cut”, the cold steel of the blade felt strangely soothing on my hot burning bum as he effectively removed my last remnants of ‘manliness’ away, he was whistling as he shaved me, a song I can’t remember but it was surreal as it was almost as if he was doing a household task rather than shaving a lads arse at least 20 years his junior. His voice had a mix of desire and pure mocking as he cleaned the shaving foam off my arse “sweet, lovely smooth boy bum, just right for Daddy”, desperately I pleaded over my shoulder with him “please let me try again, I can suck you off”, he actually sneered at me as he massaged my hard cock and balls “nope baby boy, my sweet little cub you made a deal and you lost”. He slapped my bottom again, hitting the already red raw tender flesh “so my boy you going to give it up or do I have to rape you?”, my shoulders sagged I did not want to get raped and though I was terrified my own cock was hard in his other hand as he gently massaged it, I was still looking over my shoulder, my green eyes meeting his steel blue ones, I whimpered “please don’t rape me”, he rubbed my bottom and spat on my hole “as you asked so nicely there’s some lube” I shuddered and shook my head “please Daddy, that’s not enough”, I’d called him daddy without even thinking, he smiled at me “I like you calling me Daddy”, I bit my lip looking at him “I like calling you Daddy but”, he slapped my arse making me cry out “but what son?”, I was crying, deep heart felt sobs as he rubbed his fingers up and down my crack, rubbing and feeling my hole which despite my best intentions was yearning for him to fill me, “I need more lube than that, please”, one of his fingers poked at and penetrated me pretty roughly making me yelp as he immediately started to finger fuck me “no you don’t son, and as your Daddy I know best”, and then he sniggered “I may booty bump you if you ask nicely son”, again my naivety came to the surface, showing him how inexperienced in some things I was and as he fingered me and wanked me at the same time I groaned “what’s a booty bump?”. The smile on his face reminded me somewhat of the ‘joker’ from batman “well I’ll tell you what son, I’ll show you then its time for part two of the 15 minute game”, I croaked “part two??”

1. The Initiation At 19 I was desperate to make sure I didn't hit the age of 20 still a virgin. I was a good-looking young man, average height, slim, ice blue eyes, and a nice tight ass that I was sure I could put to good use. A dirty blond (in more ways than one), I wasn't super hairy, but I wasn't a smooth, hairless twink either. I kept thinking what I wanted more than anything else in the world was an aggressive, older brother type boyfriend who would satisfy my needs to be fucked like the pig I knew I was, and then love and protect me in between fucks. Little did I know what was coming my way. I was performing with a summer arts camp when I met him. About ten years older than me, tall, dark hair, lean, muscular body, killer smile, but great hairy chest and legs. On top of that I could tell from his shorts that he was packing a major piece of meat. We were rehearsing in a church, and I kept thinking to myself I'd get struck down at any moment for the incredibly impure thoughts I kept having about this guy. I'd catch myself staring, and he'd just flash me that smile that made my ass twitch. This went on for about a week, when one afternoon we took a break and I made my way to the basement bathroom to jerk off that load that was churning in my nuts. As I entered the bathroom, I felt someone behind me. I turned to see that HE had followed me in. I tried desperately to act like I hadn't noticed and head to the urinal to try and take a piss, but he stopped me, putting his big hand on my neck and turning me back around towards him. I couldn't believe what was happening, and as if in slow motion, he pulled me towards his face, and quietly said "I know you want this. You've been watching me all week, and now you're gonna get it". Was this what I dreamt of? He then kissed me, roughly, passionately, and with his other hand on my ass pulled me in to feel his enormous hard cock pressing through his shorts. I melted into him. To me it felt like falling in love, but in reality I was surrendering to my desire to be taken, and used. We made out for what seemed like an eternity, and then suddenly he whipped me around, pushing me up against the sink. He pressed into me, breathing into my neck and whispering how he was going to make my ass his, right then and there. He slowly lowered my shorts, enough to work one of his fingers into my aching hole. "Hairy... nice." he said. "I'm gonna love flooding this sweet hole. You ready to get fucked, boy?" I instinctively arched my back into his crotch "Yes, I want you so bad." He pushed me down, and I could hear him spit into his other hand, and then suddenly I felt it. The head of my first dick pressing against my hairy hole. "This is probably gonna hurt a little bit, but just breathe and relax." What I didn't realize was just how thick and long his cock really was. Tapered at the head, but when he started to push into me it seemed like it took forever to finally reach its destination: my guts. Once he had his big, hairy balls pressed up against my ass, he started to pump. "Damn, boy, your ass was made to be fucked. You're wet already and taking this dick like it was meant for you." This made my heart skip a beat. Was this the one? He bucked in pleasure, and I could feel his muscular thighs bump into me as he ground his dick deep inside me. "We're gonna be together all summer, so you better get used to this on a daily basis, cause my nuts will need to be drained, and your ass is soooo fucking good..." I could feel him pushing harder into me, and I was trapped against the sink, steadying myself against the mirror with my hands. And now the real pounding started. Romance over, he let loose on my ass, holding onto my hips with his big hands as he destroyed my hole. Now THIS was what I had been wanting, a real man to just take over and use me for his pleasure. "This ass is too good, boy... I'm gonna cum..." and just like that he planted his dick as far into me as he could and let loose with his nut. I squeezed my ass around his dick, letting him know just how much I loved his gift of seed. In one quick motion he yanked his dick out of my ass and said, "now, clean off the rest." I dropped to my knees and finally got a look at this monster that had been in my ass. 9.5 veiny inches, big bushy pubes and low hanging nuts, now empty of their load. I couldn't help myself. I took as much of it into my mouth as I could and savored the taste of his nut, and my ass. It was rough concentrating for the rest of that rehearsal, and we did fuck like crazy for the next two weeks. But when I realized he was in an open relationship, my heart sank. I was just a hole to him. I retreated into myself, and vowed to never let myself get so close to anyone again. That was when I discovered the gloryholes.

He raised his eyebrows “did you just cum” I felt so stupid nodding, he grinned and put his arm round my back pulling me close to him and whispering in my ear “sweet” before he bit it “so 15 minute game son?” my body felt like jelly as if my bones had disintegrated and I leant against him “what is it?”, he held me close to him as he hailed a taxi, don’t you worry son, you’ll learn soon enough” The cab ride to his house was surreal, he did not care about the driver, and I found out on that ride that rape is not always about cock, it’s possible for a man to rape your mouth with his tongue and have you do things so fast that your mind is twenty steps behind your body. I found myself in his house, we kissed, and then he put out lines of coke on the table telling me to ‘sniff them up like a good puppy’, the coke was hitting me hard, my head muddled and then my t-shirt was off followed by my jeans, socks and boots, he grabbed me holding me against his powerful bulk as he assaulted my mouth with his tongue again as he roughly groped my hard cock and arse thru my cum soaked briefs, he pulled his mouth away from mine leaving me panting for air as he smiled ripping my briefs off me “so here is the game Robbie boy”, naively I looked round me looking for a play station or something (I know dumb) “what game?”, he grabbed my hand and rubbed it up and down what was a serious piece of meat down his trouser leg “its simple boy, you suck me, and if you make me cum within 15 minutes then I won’t beat and rape your arse till it bleeds” I groaned, the coke was fuddling in my head as I slipped onto my knees my face rubbing onto his crotch, he shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose that sent me into a spin, I still remember his words “breathe through your nose boy”, my head was spinning and them my focus came back as I watched him undo his trousers letting them fall to the floor, his cock was big, not enormous like in many stories but larger than mine, thick too, the end glistened with a glob of precum, I looked up at him as he smirked, “you can leave now or suck, 15 minutes starts at first lick”, even in my coked and poppered mind I sensed I should leave but his cock was so beautiful, I leant forward and licked the jap eye on it, he laughed sitting down pulling me with him my mouth on his cock, I looked up at him, my mouth engulfing his cock as he looked at his watch and then laid back sighing “atta boy, ticky tock the mouse ran up the clock”

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

Hello all. This is my first story I have written. It came to me in a dream (probably after ready this forum before sleeping) and I knew I had to write it down and share it. Since it drives me absolutely insane when the other writers here don't do it, I will promise to write one installment every night for your guys until it is done. I know how this story ends, but I am writing it as I go. I'll be as surprised as you if the characters end up doing something unexpected. I wanted this to be the deep breath before the plunge, so bear with me. We will get to the action quickly. Also, in case I wasn't clear when I said this was a dream, this is complete and utter fiction for your entertainment and enjoyment. If you have feedback or suggestions on how I can improve, please let me know here or through e-mail. If you want something to happen, email me and I will try and incorporate it into the story if possible (or use it for the next one.) Part I I waited patiently on my couch with my eyes closed and focused on my breathing. With my hands resting on my knees, I waited. I was only wearing an old pair of worn jeans that has slowly shrunk over the years. My bare chest rose and fell slowly as I breathed in and out. The temperature was the delicious cool after the sun set on a hot day. I had built up some sweat doing my Friday evening exercise, and could still smell it coming from my armpits and crotch. I had just finished cleaning up the house, and preparing everything for my guest. He would arrive here at the nice part of town, pull up to my house, come inside, and see another well off house with matching furniture and wooden floors. He would see the organized kitchen, fridge full of food and (unknown to him drugged) beer, and the living room with the large TV and couch. Nothing would arouse his suspicions. Everything was in place, there was the only one missing piece. I smiled to myself as I sat there like a spider in the center of his web. I wondered if spiders enjoyed the false calm they projected as much as I did. Hunters with their deadly snares in place, hidden in plain sight. They waited motionless in their elaborate trap, confident that their prey would willing come right to them. The thrill of the hunt battled with the predator's steel resolve, and I felt my cock pushing against the denim of my jeans as my blood pulsed in tune to my increasing heartbeat. I could feel the head of my cock forcing it's way down the leg of my pants, leaving a trail of precum as the foreskin pulled back further and further. I always was a heavy leaker, but while it made for some very embarrassing moments in puberty, I love having my hard cock covered in natural, tasty lube. There was nothing more arousing than seeing my bare, wet, hard dick buried deep inside a man's ass or mouth, watching it ooze into them drop by drop . I knew that inside that crystal clear liquid was my sweet venom opening the path for the rest. They were always hungry for more, in the end. I had to take a deep breath and stop myself from grabbing my dick through the jeans and squeezing it hard. It was enough trouble getting into these jeans even without underwear. The thought of having my cock soaked and at full mast like a caged animal when he arrived caused another pulse of blood and precum to rush down my shaft. But no, I had to stay in control. I didn't want him to see another hunter. I wanted him to walk through my front door and believe that tonight was for him and his pleasure alone. The best prey were the ones who thought that they were the true hunters, the apex predator, masters of all. With their perfect bodies and looks, every urge they had was satisfied by some worshiper who obeyed like a trained dog when given orders. Built by endless hours in the gym, they could pick any man they wanted out of the crowd and have their way with him. Nothing that entered their limited imaginations was denied them. Their lifetime of dominance was what made them always fall into my reach. They lacked the wariness of smarter creatures who knew that there was more than one type of hunter. They would roam and rely on their will and brute strength to dominate, instead of waiting and using cunning, patience, and preparation. I heard a motorcycle pull into my driveway and took a final moment to get back under control. I got down on my knees and put my hands behind my back. I knew what he wanted to see as soon as he walked in the front door. I kept a small smirk on my face as my chest rose and fell slowly with each breath. He would want to see some rebelliousness, so he could enjoy breaking me in that much more. This would be a weekend he would never forget, but not for the reasons he expected.

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

"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. Tommy knew this was going to hurt bad and maybe for days but he needed that cock inside him. The poppers helped and made him want it all in him fast and he started to beg for it as he cried. "You want me to shove it all in and rip you open, boy?" "Yes give me all of your cock. Hurt me, I don't care just fuck me and ...." Oscar slammed into Tommy and the boy screamed and George told Bobby to make out with Tommy to try to quiet him. After trying several times but not able to quiet Tommy we had Bobby cover his mouth. Tommy stopped screaming but kept crying and Oscar told Bobby to move because he wanted to hear Tommy. Oscar taunted the boy as he fucked him as fast and as hard as he could. He told Tommy he asked for it and begged for it and was going to get it. Oscar had paid five hundred dollars and he was going to get his money's worth out of this boy. Normally a boy was out of commission for a week after one of his brutal fucks but Oscar loved knowing that there wasn't anyway this boy was getting a break and knew they'd slam him with a .5 once Oscar finished wrecking Tommy's boyhole. Tommy's crying turned Oscar on and he knew he wouldn't last much longer and he told Tommy to beg for his load and it would all be over. Through the pain Tommy heard and begged to be bred. Oscar started breathing harder and then pushed all the way into Tommy and held still as he shot into the boy. Oscar collapsed and stayed on top of Tommy until he felt his cock start to go down and he had Bobby bring him a big butt plug which he pushed into the bloody hole as he withdrew.

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

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

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

Part II I heard footsteps coming up towards the front door. Even though he had never been here before, the door opened without even a knock and he came to a stop just inside the house. He looked down across the room at me and watched without saying a word, simply holding eye contact. The front door was wide open behind him, and I knew he would remain there as long as it took for me to break eye contact. He was good, using the anxiety of someone happening to walk by and see this compromising scene to establish his dominance by making me look away first. I indulged him, and my eyes darted to the door before looking back at him, and he broke into a smile as he enjoyed his first step in taking control. He was definitely taller than me at 6 foot 3 inches and was built like a statue. His beautiful dark blond hair that was cut high and tight but looked like it had a few weeks growth to give it some body. The hair on top of him was slightly tousled from wearing his helmet, but it still looked like he was about to walk out of a damned Calvin Klein poster. I knew that it would be just long enough for me to grab on to, but I stored that away for later. He had light blue eyes that naturally drew your gaze, and he was clean shaven. When I saw his perfect smile I felt my abs involuntarily contract with desire which caused my dick to flex and another surge of precum to flow out of my slit. Luckily because of the tight fit of the old jeans and of my current position on my knees, I was able to stop more blood from draining into my cock. This handsome fucker was causing my body to betray me with a dozen different signals, and I knew that he was picking up on all of them as he just stood there. He slowly looked me up and down, and I knew I was being reviewed like a cut of meat at the supermarket. I take good care of myself, and at an even 6 feet I cut a decent figure myself. I had a runner’s build, but I also spent time building up my upper body. I liked having a lean balance to my frame, but we both knew it would do nothing to stop him from doing whatever he wished with me. His eyes finally travelled down and saw the wet patch next to my crotch that had slowly soaked through, and he gave a deep chuckle. “That’s what I like to see, a bitch in heat and on its knees.” As he finally turned around to close the door, I was able to drink in the rest of him. He had his helmet in one hand, but was wearing a tight white cotton shirt that was fitting him like a tailored glove. Nothing was left to the imagination, from his washboard abs to his pecs and large nipples. He had a strong neck with huge shoulders muscles. His arms were covered in a soft blond fuzz that almost seemed invisible in the right light, and I doubt I could wrap both my hands around one of his upper arms. He was wearing dark blue jeans with no belt and brown construction boots. I immediately had an image of him on his motorcycle zooming past people on the freeway, with a backdraft of wind somehow managing to get up under his shirt and show everyone his perfect stomach and back, causing people to swerve in traffic as they stared in lust. This was definitely a man who knew exactly what he was. He used it to dominate and control those who would give him what he wanted and were powerless to stop him. As he pushed the door closed, he turned back to face me while keeping one hand on the door handle. Looking straight into me with a smirk, he slowly moved his hand to the lock and dragged it into place with a clank. “I’m going to enjoy myself this weekend.” I looked right back at him with wide eyes while on the inside I returned the same smirk. The predator had trapped his prey. As he began walking over to me he casually looked around the house. I knew he liked what he saw, and I knew that in his mind he already owned this house and could use everything inside as he saw fit, including me. He came to a stop in front of me, towering above as he looked down. His crotch was inches from my face, but I didn’t dare move or break eye contact. He wanted to make sure I knew my proper place was on my knees in front of him, and that I everything was about him alone in this situation. I could finally catch his natural body odor, along with the heavy smell from his junk. My nostrils flared as I tried to suck in as much of it as possible, but still I didn’t move. Looking up at his body as his hard blue eyes bored into me, I knew exactly why this man always got what he wanted. Above the hills and valleys of perfectly sculpted muscle was that beautiful face looking down and judging. He saw my nostrils flare and again that perfect smile returned. I knew he would have punished me for pushing my head forward to get a heavy dose of his manly stink, and was satisfied that I was aware that any enjoyment I got this evening would be a byproduct of being able to serve a demigod. He tossed his helmet past me onto the couch. He asked, “Did you get what I ordered?” I responded, “Yes sir, it’s chilled and in the fridge. Would you like some, sir?” I had been told to buy him his brew of choice and to stock the fridge full of them. We were going to have a long weekend, and he didn’t want to have to leave the house. “Take off my boots first.” He sat down on the couch and I turned around on my knees and started unlacing his heavy boots. I took the chance to feel up his calf muscles as I lifted each leg to remove the boot, and felt the hard steel through the jeans. I could feel the weight of the muscle, bone, and the boot and could feel the coiled power emanating even from his lower legs. Still more precum oozed out and made my wet patch slowly bigger. He streched his arms out across the back of the couch and chose to allow me to cop a feel of what was to come while I completed my task. I eased each foot out of its boot and sock and could smell his odor rising with the heat from his bare skin. Something about this man made me love everything that he was giving, and he knew it. Before he would let me go any further, he pulled his feet out of my hands and put them back on the ground. “Now you can get the beer. Bring me a six-pack, and get back on your knees.” I quickly got up and headed towards the kitchen. I could feel his eyes following me, down my shoulders to my lower back, all the way to where my but cheeks were poking out above the waistband of my old jeans. He knew he could claim his territory whenever he wanted, but didn’t feel the need to rush what would be a long weekend. I went around the corner and grabbed the beer case out of the fridge. I paused to check and make sure I had the correct pack. Unknown to him, I had prepared a few extra ingredients of my own when I was purchasing him his booze. I had laced each bottle with a small amount of viagra and rohypnol, and then taken full advantage of my bottling machine in the garage to reseal my personal brew. I kept the amounts small so it would have a cumulative effect over the course of the evening. I didn’t want to arouse his suspicions with a single drink. I would be patient and continue to drag him deeper and deeper, while he continued to feel like he was more and more in control. I came back into the living to find him still stretched out with his feet spread, arms draped across the couch, and his head resting back with his eyes closed. Every muscle on him seemed to be on full display, and he hadn’t even taken off any clothes. I stood there and held my breath as I took in the sight. Eyes still closed, he smiled as he knew exactly what effect he was having. “Hurry up and get over here, bitch. You’re going to be working late tonight and you’ve already given me some ideas.” I smiled as I came up and handed him his beers before getting back on my knees in front of him. We both had different ideas of how this weekend was going to go. I knew he wasn’t going to enjoy mine.

This is the start of the true story of how I took my first bareback, if you like this part I’ll tell you rest, this is in the chem sex part as there are chems later, if continued. I was in my early 20’s, not bad looking, some said handsome, pretty cute, pretty good body, I’d moved up to London for work and for the first time could explore my sexuality proper for the first time, I soon found that I was attracted to older men, 20/30 years my senior, there was something about them that got me so hard and turned on. I was regularly frequenting a pub called the Kings Arms or KA in Poland Street in the west end, and I met a lot of big daddy bears that well made me pop my cork, and then I met him. His name was David, he oozed manliness, well built and tall I was in the KA having a drink after work when he walked in, I can still remember my first sight of him because he took my breath away, suited and booted, shaved head, a cocky grin on his face and a bulging crotch that belied its contents. Back then I was shy and I thought I was being discreet and circumspect stealing glimpses of him, now I realise that I must have been so obvious it’s painful. I saw him start chatting to another young lad; I just sighed picking up my beer and went outside for a cigarette. I was miles away daydreaming when I heard those first words “you got a light?” that brought back into reality I looked round to see the ice blue eyes staring intently at me, I nodded lighting his cigar, he smiled, a warm friendly smile “good boy, thanks” and then “so why did you not say hi earlier?”, feigning innocence I shock my head “I dunno what you mean?”, he threw his head back laughing “I saw you checking me out boy”…that word ‘boy’ made me feel heady and hard, I gulped, bit my lip, took a sip of my drink and blushed as red as its possible for a person to blush, he stepped close up to me “its okay lad, what’s your name?”, the heat from his body and his towering presence was intimidating and sexy at the same time, I shuffled my feet and looked up into his eyes “its Rob”, he grinned broadly “nice I like that name, I’m David”, I put my hand out to shake it “nice to meet you David”, he brushed my hand aside and leant in and kissed me right there on the street, I swear I almost dropped my drink and almost lost my load in my pants at the same time. I stood there as he pulled away from me, I was hot and sweaty, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife and the electricity between us was at about 10,000 watts, I looked around me, no one was paying any attention to us, I looked back at him and he smiled again “So Robbie boy, do you like to play games?”, I must admit I was confused and croaked “games? Yes I love them, why?”, that smile again and a twinkling in his eye as he moved even closer to me, so close I could feel the heat from his body as he leaned in “good Robbie boy, I like games too, wanna play the 15 minute game with me?”, he kissed my cheek as I softly asked “what’s the 15 minute game?”, he chuckled pinching my nipple through my Fred Perry t-shirt “if you come with Daddy I’ll show you” and right then and there in the street I spunked my briefs

Day 1 Corey and Richard had been dating a good year, when Corey received a random friend request on Facebook from a handsome Australian guy, Shane. Shane is 23 years old, and was in the midst of planning a trip to the grand 'ole USA, with his first stop being Tampa, Florida. Never a shy type, Shane had started looking for cute guys to hang with, and with some luck have some fun with whilst on holidays, hence - his contact with Corey and Richard. As mentioned, Shane is quite the handsome Aussie fella, 6'1" tall, light brown hair, blue eyes, toned swimmers build, vers, 8 inch uncut dick and to top it off - a smile that can melt butter. He is, however, in equally amazing company as Corey is 22 years old, 5'10", slim, blond hair, green eyes, devilishly cute, mostly bottom and 6 inches cut, and his boyfriend Richard is a 24 year old, muscled Adonis, close to 6' tall, slim waist, chiseled abs, pecs, 9 inch cut cock, vers and definition on top of his definition. His true strength though is his genuine likability - he's just a sweet young man with no attitude like other gym junkies out there. After several weeks of chatting via Facebook and 'clean' video calls on Skype from Australia, Corey and Richard felt comfortable enough with Shane to offer their guest room to him for a week or two. Their generous offer was gratefully accepted by Shane and the planning process for the Tampa leg went into full swing. Clearly Shane's intentions were known to himself, however what he didn't realise was that Corey and Richard were not only genuinely excited to host this Aussie, but also to see if they could get some hot action from this stunning uncut Australian tourist. D'day arrived and after 27 hours in total travel and transit time from Australia, Shane finally arrived in Tampa to very welcoming smiles and hugs from Corey and Richard. Right from the get go, it was clear there was a mutual attraction between all. Having travelled for so long, the plan was to drive home for a quick stop to allow Shane to shower, and then head out for a drink and get to know each other. As Shane entered the bathroom, he deliberately left the door cracked, on the off chance the boys wanted to have a peek. It didn't take long, not a second after the water was running, both boys were peeking through the crack in the door. Both Corey and Richard admired the fine formed Aussie in their shower; as the water cascaded over his tanned pecs, and slim swimmers waist. The boys were all worked up in an instant. Richard had been standing behind Corey, as he is taller and it offered them both better vantage points to peer through the cracked door. This however, easily allowed his stiff 9 inch cock to rub Corey's rear, a sensation he never tired of. Given their heightened state of arousal, Corey quickly dropped to his knees and pulled Richards pants down, devouring Richards cock in a flash. During his hasty relocation, Corey bumped the door, and caused it to emit a slight, but still noticeable squeak. Shane immediately heard the noise, however without missing a beat, he continued his shower routine as normal, although the knowledge that both boys were now watching him shower made him exceptionally happy of what might happen in the weeks ahead. Corey was crouching at his lovers feet, sucking his man's dick, enjoying the taste, the sensation, and imagining the three of them fucking. Whilst Richard was enjoying his blowjob, he kept peering into the bathroom, soaking up the visual delights in front of him, all the while Corey was priming the juice in Richard's balls through his expert suck technique. Richard was now losing himself in the blowjob, gently leaning back on the door frame, closing his eyes as the warm wet mouth worked his cock over, Corey's tongue gently teasing and stimulating the sensitive nerve endings on his cock. Corey was very talented in the oral department, as neither he nor Richard noticed when Shane turned-off the shower, nor when he dried himself off. Shane, on the other hand, heard the gentle slurping noise from the hallway, which triggered an immediate reaction in his groin. He took a seat on the closed toilet seat, which faced the door, and proceeded to stroke his cock until it was at full mast. He sat there and continued working his cock as he listened to the delightful sounds from the hall, knowing full well he was the inspiration for the commencement of the boy's sexual interaction. Shane collected a generous amount of spit in his mouth and then transferred it to his left hand, gently working it between his fingers. He then raised his legs off the floor, his knees to his chest, and started working his slick fingers into his tight Aussie hole. With his fingers working his hole over and his fist jacking his cock, it didn't take long for Shane's cock to start leaking generous amounts of precum. The shine on his cock was amazing, with small beads of precum dripping down the length of his eight inch tool, like wax dripping down the side of a candle. Richard fell from the skies, and realised the shower was now off, and having lost all sense of time he genuinely had no idea how long they had been there in the hallway. Richard listened at the door for signs of life in the bathroom, and when he couldn't hear anything his curiosity got the better of him; so he pushed the door open in one go and both he and Corey we there in the hallway, in awe of the sight in front of them. The hot piece of Aussie meat, on display in all his glory. His hole being worked over, now with four fingers of his left hand in his arse, pounding away, his eyes closed, Shane was now the one lost in sexual delights; just as Richard had been not five minutes earlier. Corey stood and together he and Richard finished undressing each other, then proceeded towards Shane. With slight hesitation, Richard got down and started kissing Shane's inner thigh, and at that exact moment Corey started sucking on Shane's exposed piece of meat. This of course snapped Shane back into reality, and as his smile grew from ear to ear the three young men simply shared an unspoken moment whereby they acknowledged their carnal desire for each other and subsequently allowed the moment to play its course. Shane now removed his own fingers from his hole as Richard was now there, itching to tongue fuck his hole, and he didn't disappoint! Rimming has always been one of Richards favourite sexual pleasures and he was right in Shane's hole, enjoying every moment of it. Alternating from licking the outer edge, to deep forceful thrusts to scratching up Shane's hole with the stubble on his chin. Corey on the other hand was getting Shane's cock slick with generous amounts of spit, because he wants nothing more than Shane's fat uncut 8 inch cock inside his arse! The first words in a very long time were now spoken by Corey, when he asked Richard if Shane could fuck him. Corey is quite submissive sexually and if told to by Richard, he will take any mans cock and load, but only if told to do so by his boyfriend. Richard of course said yes, but said to Shane that if he wanted to fuck around with them it must be bareback, to which Shane said that he tested negative a week prior to his USA trip, although he's been exclusively bareback for the past 3 years. This was music to their ears, and without hesitation, Richard pulled Shane toward him a little so that Shane's arse was slightly over the edge of the toilet seat, whilst Shane grabbed onto the basin on one side and the bath tub on the other side to steady himself. Immediately, Corey threw his leg over Shane and whilst facing him, sat down on Shane's cock, gently lowering himself down, allowing his arse to adjust to the raw cock now working it's way deep within him. As this was taking place, Richard lined up his 9 inch fuck stick to Shane's tight hole and with reckless abandon punched it balls deep into Shane, causing Shane to yelp in obvious discomfort. Richard hesitated a little, knowing he's a rough fuck at the best of times, he was a little worried that he'd perhaps gone a little too hard, too soon in their first encounter with Shane, however as Shane sensed that he'd adjusted his style, he quickly told to Richard to fuck him like the whore he is, to use his cumhole like the countless number of men before him. This triggered a little something inside Richard and a hot nasty perverted smile swept across his face. He began fucking Shane's hole like there was no tomorrow and Shane took it like an absolute champ, even as the micro tearing from the chin stubble scratches started to become more and more irritated, Shane never showed discomfort. He enjoyed the pounding he was receiving from Richards massive fuck tool. Corey was bouncing on Shane's cock like a 5 year old on a trampoline, every so often he'd grind down and get Shane's cock inside him as far as it would go, deeper and deeper. Even though Corey was submissive, he was quite vocal, but not moaning, more like dirty talk, and as he was grinding down on Shane's cock he was telling Shane how Richard owns his hole, how he must be ready for Richard, Richard's mates or complete strangers to fuck him and breed him whenever Richard see's fit. Shane was so turned on hearing that, with the steady pounding on his hole, his tight anal lips wrapped snug around Richards thick cock, tearing him up. Whilst the hot young hole belonging to Corey is thrusting down on his own fuck stick, it's all getting a little too much for Shane to bear. His moaning becomes uncontrollable! The sensations all too much. Corey is doing an expert job, working Shane's dick with his cum hole, talking dirty, begging for Shane's load, grunting "Fuck me, cum up my twink hole you hot Aussie fucker!" Corey is slamming himself down, tweaking Shane's pierced nipples and finally Shane reaches his breaking point, he shouts out that he's gonna cream Corey's tight hole, fuck his load in deep. And with that, the process begins, his orgasm is upon them, his cock thickens inside Corey's hole and he sprays his 3 day load in this young mans hole. Of course as this happens, the relentless pounding from Richard hasn't subsided, Shane's battered hole, aching and tender, pulsing around Richards meat, as Richard slams into Shane with all his might and unleashes a torrent of cum, fucking it into Shane's inner walls. Ensuring his load is thoroughly absorbed into this Aussie, making sure his passport is officially 'Tampa' stamped. Long after Richards orgasm has passed, he was still slowly working his cock in and out of Shane, churning the cum into a froth. Shane and Corey are locked in a passionate embrace, broken when Corey moves only enough to whisper in Shane's ear that he and Richard are recently Poz, and unmediated. Shane remains silent for a moment and Corey is concerned that his comment could have scared Shane due to his silence, however, his fears are alleviated when he feels Shane's dick begin to thicken inside him again. And only then does Shane let both the guys know that he'll do everything in his power to ensure he becomes poz whilst he stays with them, and return to Australia and share their gift internationally. The boys decide that they are now too exhausted to head out for a drink, and that the spare room won't be required as Shane should be sleeping in their bed for the next two weeks. Naturally Shane is more than happy with this proposal, and all three head straight to bed without showering, as they enjoy the smell and feel of each other after their sexual experience. The hosts lay either side of Shane as they drift off to sleep, each silently pondering what sexual adventures will be experienced over the next 13 days.

Fuck it. It was late Saturday afternoon and I had just finished running some last-minute errands getting stuff to keep me hydrated for that evening's play session with a FFuckbud in Bushwick. I was a little behind schedule and felt rushed, sweating from the late summer humidity and sexual anticipation. It was a warm day and I was wearing a t-shirt with cut-off sleeves, shorts and sneakers. I took a deep breath to relax as I waited for the Über car to arrive. I stared at my phone screen: the app displayed the driver was a few minutes away. He was kinda hot from the thumbnail image of his profile. OINK! Buzz. My phone vibrated as the screen display got interrupted as a text came in. HIM: SORRY baby. Can't host tonight after all. Something came up. Have to cancel. Fuck it. I texted him back quickly. ME: Dang that sucks. HIM: I know!!! Was really looking forward 2 PNP and getting @ that pussy of urs. ME: K. Another time then. HIM: I'll make it up 2 u next time I CYU. ME: L8R. I was already cleaned out and just a little buzzed. I smoked a little bowl while getting ready earlier to get me in the mood. It was enough to get my manhole hungry. He is one of my regular fuckbuds. I hate it when they cancel as the last thing I want to do is go online and take a risk with someone new. I like playing with the few regular buds I have. We have great connection and they know how to make my insatiable hole feel great. And I give it back in return. Except not tonight apparently. I stared at my phone screen. Now what? I thought to myself. Should I contact another bud at this last minute? Go online and risk searching for someone new? That seemed desperate (well I was sorta...). FUCK IT. I cancelled the Über car. I shook my head cursing at myself. I had a bag of protein and energy drinks in one hand and my phone on the other. Beside me, I had a small overnight travel bag that had some of my favorite toys, various lube and grease, poppers, and my toiletry bag parTy kit. All that preparation for nothing. I looked around me at the storefronts on the block. I live in an area of north Brooklyn that is historically more African American. But that is rapidly changing as it gentrifies year by year as the a new influx of people move in (myself included), priced out of Manhattan and other areas of northwest Brooklyn. I see a barber shop across the street. Hmm...time for a cut, I think to myself. If I can't play, I may as well get a haircut. I usually go to my barber in the East Village but I sure wasn't going there tonight. It had been a few weeks since my last cut and I like to keep my hair short and buzzed fresh. I was overdue. I placed my phone in my shorts pocket, picked up the overnight bag and crossed the street. Some aashole hipster almost ran into me on a Ciibike, oblivious to jaywalkers ruling the street. I cursed at him as he sped by, not hearing me with his headphones on. I was still spitting at the air when I got in front of the barbershop. It was about to close, totally empty except for one lone barber. I entered. "Hey," I greeted him, walking in. "How's it going? Can you do one more today?" The barber looked me up and down quickly as he was putting some equipment away. "It's late." It almost sounded like a complaint. He looked at me appearing to size me up. The barber was in his mid to late 50's, a tall dark, black man with short, buzzed cut hair and a trim beard that had a light salt and pepper pattern. He was about 6'3" and I guessed around 225 lbs of solid man. He looked like a coach for a high school athletic team. He had a handsome face in a rugged way with an impressive squared-off jawline that was framed with a short beard. He was wearing a dark green, button-down short sleeve shirt that served him like a uniform and was snug on his upper body. The top two buttons were undone and I could see short bristles of salt and pepper hair lightly covering his chiseled chest. He was wearing dark blue sweatpants that were a little loose. I couldn't help but notice that he had impressively large feet in his black beat-up sneakers. I could read that he was in good shape for his age. "I just need a buzz cut." My hair was about a half-inch long, too long for my taste. "You can do me quick: in-and out." I smiled at him. "Cool?" He moved towards me then passed my side heading to the storefront windows. "I am just about to close," he announced as he shut off the air conditioner. His voice had a deep weight with an after-tone of a subtle bass. I liked how he sounded. He adjusted the old blinds at the windows, lowering them one by one as the narrow shop got darker. He looked me up and down again. I noticed some pause with his gaze. "I will do you," he said, locking the door and lowering the last shade on the inside of the door. The shop was darker now, cut off visibly from the outside. The small shop had old fluorescent light bars overhead in three parallel rows casting a greenish glow to the room. His dark skin took on another sheen with the absence of natural light from the outdoors. One length of the light on the farthest right ceiling row was flicking on and off, shorting itself randomly, casting stranger highlights on both of us that would materialize and then quickly disappear. "You're in luck, Boy," he finally smiled. I liked that he called me Boy. Was he flirting with me as he read me visually again (or so I thought)? Or was I just horny from my now defunct evening's anticipation? "You're my last customer." He walked into the shop towards one of the corners. "I'll take you." He washed his hands at a corner sink for shampooing customers. He dried them off thoroughly. Nice forearms, I thought; they were thick and solid. "Put your bags down by that last chair," he instructed in that deep tone, pointing to a beat-up leather barber chair. "Sit down." I walked towards the corner, setting the overnight bag down. I placed my plastic grocery bag on the linoleum-tiled floor. The contents fell out, imbalanced and tossed around. My drinks rolled around our feet. "You goin' to do some major exercise or somethin' tonight?" He peered at me and then the various drinks scattered on the floor. "Yeah," I laughed as I looked up at him. "You could say that," I paused. "...special exercises." I knelt down, gathering the various bottles and placing them carefully back in the bag. "They help keep me going." He was now standing beside me, near the counter, getting some of his barber tools out of several small cabinets. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch as it was just a few inches from my face. He turned slightly, opening another cabinet to get some clippers so he was in profile from my viewpoint. WHOA! Nice bulge! There was something definitely in those dark sweatpants. I couldn't stop looking at it, that inner buzz inside me from earlier triggered itself ON. "You done yet?" He looked down at me, a tight smile on his face. "Sit down on the chair and let's get this started." I got up and sat down on the barber chair. It was an old-skool shop; probably from the late 80's when the neighborhood was a lot rougher. I got myself comfortable on the chair which looked like an antique at this point. The leather was well worn on the seat and it crackled as I adjusted myself, straightening my back. There were mirrors all around us at each chair station. There were six chairs in the shop in total, three at each side, with just a little walk space in the center of the narrow shop. You could see your reflection from one side of the room to the other into infinity as the mirrors on each side of the shop reflected on itself. The mirrors were a bit faded, well past their time; some were cracked, including the one in front of us, a hairline fracture that ran diagonally from mid-center on the left side up to the right corner of the glass surface. If I turned slightly, my head appeared split and off-register. The cabinets surrounding the mirrors at each chair station were covered in black Formica, the edges a bit frayed. There was a scattering of photos all around each station displaying men's hairstyles from old to current trends. I looked across from me and observed his personal photos taped around the mirror. A few were with his wife (I presumed) from different eras. He maintained a great body regardless of the decade. I noticed the wife in older photos but only solos of him or with male friends as he got older. There was a photo of him without a shirt, I am guessing from the last decade, probably on some island vacation, showing off his chiseled chest. HOT! I could feel myself starting to sweat slightly. He grabbed a long sheet of white tissue paper from one of the frayed tiny cabinets in front of us flanking the large mirror. I watched our reflection as he proceeded to get ready, folding the tissue as he walked behind me. He wrapped the tissue around my neck and tucked it into my T-shirt collar. He did this quietly as he looked deep into my eyes in the mirror. I watched him in return, also silent. I sensed we were both assessing the situation and measuring each other. I couldn't quite get a read on him. He was making me nervous. He was making me horny. I looked at those forearms again. They were large and thick, a light tangle of dark hair blended with his skin tone. I saw some tattoos on his right arm that I hadn't noticed before. They were faded and old, the black ink almost blending with his dark skin tone. The designs gave away their age as they were soft and fuzzy, the edges blurred by time and unsaid experiences. He reached for a dark sheet that was folded at the edge of the chair arm. He snapped it in the air suddenly, startling me as it sounded louder than it probably was, my senses already heightened. He unfolded it and draped it over me. It was a thin polyester sheet and it created a second skin over my crotch and upper body. He fastened it around my neck methodically. His large hands then rested on my shoulders, brushing the sheet into place. His palms seemed to be wiping away the creases so that the draping of the sheet over my upper body was even and centered. His hands had a weight to them that felt solid and heavy. Impressive. Masculine. Sexy. His fingertips applied a little pressure to the front of my shoulders for a mere moment, a slight massage. I moaned. Fuck it-that felt good! His right hand lifted in the air and disappeared behind my head in the reflection as our eyes met again and traced each other. The palm of that hand now brushed the back of my neck and ran up and down the back of my head, feeling my hair lightly as if we was barely touching it, running up and down, up and down, slowly, gently, almost sensually. It was if he was studying my hair, its texture, softness, healthiness. But his touch seemed to graze over me longer than professionally expected, unmeasured seconds that bordered into inappropriate movements. I moaned a little more, almost embarrassed at my obviousness. "Whatcha want, Boy?" Finally he spoke. The tone was now almost gentle, but just a bit, a decipherable difference I caught in comparison to his not-so-friendly greeting when I had entered earlier. The deep voice seemed to echo for a few seconds in the small, empty shop. Outside the light was getting fainter as the sun had set quickly as the late afternoon stepped into the early summer evening. The broken fluorescent light bar behind us flickered like a signal as if it were announcing the passing of the day. "Just a buzz cut," I stammered in my reply. His large hand ran over the top of my head again, rapidly this time. "What you take? 1.5? 2?" He looked at me. "Huh?" I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Clippers. Razor guard size," he answered. "Oh. I think it's usually a 2." I inadvertently brought my hand up to the top of my head as If to measure my hair and our hands touched for a second. He looked at me in the mirror. "Then my regular barber goes more in detail with a 1.5." "Regular barber?" His tone was definitely easing. "Yeah. I go to this Ukrainian guy in the East Village. I had a date that cancelled and saw your shop was still open. So here I am." "A date huh?" He kind of sneered at that. "You don't look like you dressed for any date." Fuck it. What the hell. "Yeah...well it was more a hook-up," I confessed quickly. "He cancelled at the last minute. I was right across the street to meet him when he cancelled. Saw your shop was still open. Figured I would get a buzz here." "Well you came to the right spot," his hand brushed the back of my head again, now taking his time, slowly running his palm up and down, up and down. "You got nice hair, nice texture...very soft." I stared at our reflection in the cracked mirror. Behind us, the fluorescent light bar shorted out for a second or two. He stopped with my hair and walked over to the cabinets and got his clippers ready, plugging the cord in a socket by his right. He approached me and I stared at him, my eyes following him in the mirror as he positioned himself behind me. He flicked the clippers on and it came alive, resting on my head for a second before he started to push it along. The whir and buzz of the vibration seemed like a strange percussion in my ears. He started by running the clippers from the front of my head towards the back. The clippers vibrated in a gentle rhythm over my scalp. I was definitely hyper sensitive with the little toke on the glass pipe from earlier. Fuck it-that felt GOOD-as he raked my head methodically, row by row. It was like an electronic massage in parallel motions going over my scalp. Tiny threads of dark, black hair fell around me, scattering on the sheet on my upper abdomen and crotch, raining down as the clippers ran its path. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation privately. I took in the mechanical buzz and vibration and breathed in slowly. "You OK there, Boy?" He noticed. I opened my eyes slowly, staring at our reflection. My head was on one side of the reflection in the crack of the mirror, his on the upper half. He was almost smiling. "You OK?" He repeated, the voice had a hint of concern. "You looked like you went somewhere down the avenue or somethin'." "Uh yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "I just like clipper cuts. It feels good," I admitted. "OK, Boy," he laughed and winked at my reflection. He continued with the clippers, buzzing around the rest of the top of my scalp, then the back and sides. He walked around me, shifting from my right side then to the left, getting in the correct position, gently pushing my head down or to the side to get a better angle. Short, trimmed hair continued to rain around me. I watched him intently in the mirror. His arms flexed as he moved the clippers around my head. The cuffed edge of his short-sleeves were tight around his biceps. I observed his hand, large with thick, long fingers, holding tight on the clippers gliding it around my head. He sure was getting sexier by the minute. "What kinda hook-up you had goin' tonight?" He didn't look at me as he continued to push the clippers around my right ear, carefully and slowly sculpting at the hair edge, repositioning himself to my right side, his large body getting closer to the chair arm, closer to me. I turned my head slightly to him but he quickly pushed my head face-forward with a gentle but in-control force as he continued sculpting the edge around the back of my ear. "What kinda hook-up is it that you got all those energy drinks?" He sneered a little now but continued to put his attention on my hairline. "And what's with the overnight bag, Boy?" Fuck it. Go for it, I told myself. I was already a little buzzed and so horned up. "Well," I looked at his reflection, waiting for his eyes to meet mine, trying to get more of a read on him. "If you really want to know...we were going to parTy and get all crazy and shit." "Watcha talkin' 'bout?" His eyes suddenly looked in the mirror, curious. "You know: parTy?" I emphasized the last syllable. He moved the clippers away from my head, staring at me more seriously in the mirror. "I like a little Tina. Gets me all wild and super horny." He smiled at me and resumed clipping around the right side of my head. "That bitch Tina?!?" He laughed. "She sure is a good time." He smiled wider and continued to carefully trim around my ear and side. "Haven't fucked with that biTch in ages." "So you parTy too?" He got my attention. I shifted slightly in my chair. "Oh yeah, Boy." He looked at me proudly in the mirror, then placed his attention back to cutting my hair. "Yeah, after my wife passed over ten years ago, I got a little crazy for a minute...if you know what I'm sayin'. Few bitches here and there. Some wild ones too! Those are the ones I partied with. GOOD TIMES!" He smiled at that memory and continued with the clippers. "Whatcha get into? You a bottom, Boy?" He stopped for a second, looking at me, waiting for my reply. I nodded as he held the clippers away from my head. "Yeah. I thought so." He stepped away from me, careful to not get tangled with the cord of the clippers, and walked towards another cabinet and adjusted the blade guard. His body was turned just slightly, most of his back facing me. When he was done, he walked behind me, then towards my left side. He brought the clippers back to my head to go in for a finer trim detail. He cranked the lever on the side of the chair as it jerked up a few inches, raising me. My left elbow was now at the same level as his crotch. His body was much closer now. I could feel his body heat. He carefully continued with the clippers, inching his body closer and closer now that my elbow was rubbing against the jersey material of his sweatpants. WHOA! SHIT! He was fucking hard as a rock! He continued with the cut, shifting his body left to right just slightly, back and forth, rubbing his crotch on my elbow. I pushed my left arm towards him, playing his game, adding pressure to his crotch that was now pressing against me. "Ohhhhh...Boy. That do feel good." He stopped cutting my hair for a moment, pressing harder on my arm, his head cocked back, eyes closed. I stared at our reflection. Then suddenly he opened his eyes. "You got any of that biTch in your bag there, Boy?" His eyes spoke of experience and knowledge. I could read that we had something in common... HUNGER. I nodded in the reflection. "Let's invite that biTch to this party then, Boy." He stepped away from me a half step, holding the clippers down at his side. It was still buzzing. From the mirror I saw an impressive silhouette of a bulge growing in his sweatpants. It was huge and thick, stretching the jersey material obscenely. "Boy, I haven't let loose since I don't know when. Haven't made it with a guy in ages either. But you sure are cute. And I sure am horny. I told you you came to the right spot." He paused and gave me a serious glare in the mirror. "Open your bag." The light flickered behind us again. In the mirror my hair was half-done: one side short and buzzed, the other unfinished. I looked a little crazy with this insane half-done buzz cut. I also looked really horny. A bead of sweat trickled down the left side of my forehead. I slowly stood up from the chair, countless hairs trimmed at the same tiny lengths, like black needle tips, littering around us on the floor. I walked over to my overnight bag, bent down and pulled on the zipper. He turned off the clippers, walked around the chair, and set it on the cabinet counter. I dug through the contents, looking for the small toiletry bag that had my parTy supplies. He sat down on the chair I had been on, the leather cracking under his weight and mass as he spread his legs. I stood up with the toiletry bag, placed it on the counter beside the clippers and unzipped it. He watched me silently. I prepared the glass pipe with a good size shard of crystal and carefully heated it, careful to keep the flame at the right distance, rocking the bowl side to side. He started slowly massaging his crotch then leaned forward, motioning for me to step closer. I continued to slowly melt the Tina as he leaned in even closer, both arms about to surround me. His hands disappeared behind my back and unfastened the sheet over my upper body. The sheet fell silently, my trimmed hair scattering into a random, frenzied pattern on the linoleum floor. "Take a big drag, Boy." He instructed. "And I mean a BIG HIT." I did as I was told. I kept the flame under the bowl another second as that lovely light grey cloud formed in the glass bubble. I shook the torch off and he reached for it as I took a long, deep BIG breath as he had instructed, taking as much smoke as my lungs would allow. "Good Boy," he grabbed the pipe. "Hold it in as long as you can. Now take off that shirt. Let me see your body." I lifted my arms and pulled the tank top off and threw it carelessly on the floor. Little bits of trimmed hair fell on and around us. "Nice tits, Boy. You keep in shape." He lit the pipe a few times for himself like I had done earlier, then set the torch to his side. He motioned for me to keep my breath and to not exhale. The magical smoke appeared in the pipe and he took equally, if not more, of a big hit than I had just done. We both held our breaths. He reached over slowly and with his free hand squeezed my right nipple, surprising me. He squeezed it hard. Finally, I exhaled; I couldn't help myself. A huge cloud came out of me, floating slowly over us, temporarily obscuring him from my vision as if he was lost in a miniature chemical fog. And then his face slowly appeared as the smoke dissipated, floating towards the fluorescent lighting, the small clouds taking on another palette. He grabbed me and leaned in closer, our mouths met, his swallowing mine, surprising me. His large and heavy tongue pushed and parted my lips gently at first, then with force, getting my mouth open and wide as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke. I greedily sucked it in. His eyes stared at me. He was different now. This wasn't the barber anymore. This was a Man. And he was hungry with that all too familiar look in his eyes that indicates the biTch was here. His tongue darted rapidly into my mouth, fishing for mine. There was now an electric energy in him that wasn't there before. His tongue gave it away if his eyes hadn't already hinted of it. The tongue danced violently in my mouth as if it were seeking its last breath. I gave it back earnestly and kissed him deeply, sucking in his tongue, adding pressure so hard that our mouths locked into a vacuum. We were both with the biTch now. I flicked my tongue back at him harder and he relented, his mouth first, then his body relaxing. I exhaled back to him. He sucked it in deep then looked at me intently, the madness gone, now only a soft gaze in his eye. His tongue gently coaxed mine and I pulled away slightly, licking his thick, dark lips. He exhaled and a thick cloud surrounded our heads. I took control now. I pushed him gently back on the chair as he reclined at an angle. He is quite tall; his legs were spread wide on the floor despite the chair being higher than normal. I grabbed the pipe and lighter from him and lit it again, inhaling deep as he watched me intently. He grabbed the pipe and torch from me and did the same. I held my breath as long as I could watching him before I exhaled. He held his breath longer before exhaling, our combined clouds fading in the ceiling. We repeated this a few more times, getting more higher. I grabbed the pipe and torch from him and placed them on the counter. I pushed against the foot pedal on the base of the chair, flipping it downwards and stepped onto its flat edge leaning into him. He sat back comfortably, very buzzed, observing me, his arms spread open and resting on his side. I leaned forward and slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and pulled it apart. Nice chest. He was still in great shape. The hint of salt and pepper hair that I saw earlier was now all visible. It was light on the upper chest, then thicker near his pecs, visually defining the lower curves of his pectorals. The hair was short and bristly and then it got less dense as it disappeared into his groin. I ran my left hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his body hair, the firmness of his muscles and a slight sweat that was building, coating his dark skin. I reached forward with my body, my abdomen rubbing against his crotch, hard and throbbing, as I leaned in closer and took his right nipple into my mouth. I bit it hard with my front teeth and held my grip. Then I gently flicked my tongue left to right on the tip of his nipple, brushing it lightly with saliva, teasing him. "MUTHAFUCKER!!!" He groaned, sliding up the chair slightly. I looked up at him while biting hard and soft, my tongue moving rapidly. He stared back at me and his body shifted up the chair even more as I felt his hard cock rub against my abdomen. I pulled away and shifted back down, in between his legs, looking up at his crotch and upper body. His massive cock was throbbing under the jersey material of his sweatpants. I positioned my right hand under his left thigh and squeezed tight, pulling the cotton against his leg. His bulge looked massive now, outlined by the tightened jersey material. It pulsed with excitement. I kept rearranging my grip and pull on the material, admiring the view. I lifted my left hand and slowly started feeling his shaft. "You one of those NASTY bitches!" He proclaimed. He was breathing heavy and rapid now, clearly turned on, clearly starting to buzz. I squeezed harder on the bulge. Fuck! It was huge! Thick as a beer can - my favorite! It looked long too - maybe 9"-10". I kept stroking it through the cotton, re-arranging its position on his thigh, checking it out, getting myself turned on with what was in front of me. He pushed my hand away suddenly and I leaned back. He took control and started rubbing himself, gripping the thick base with his left hand. "You like that, Boy?" He smirked at me. There was something nasty about how he said that. I nodded, gripping and squeezing my own dick inside my shorts. He squeezed his cock some more and we exchanged glances of silent anticipation. He was showing off to me and I was a willing audience. He kept grabbing his thick tool, moving it from one side of his thigh, an inch or two down his leg, then the other way, then back, constantly shifting. It looked obscene like some monster about to be unleashed. "You like what you see, Boy?" I nodded, grabbing his tool. I squeezed it hard, loving the weight and mass of it in my hand. I brought my hand to the base of his cock then traced it along the cotton material, rubbing it slowly up and down the shaft which only made him moan some more. My hand encircled the head and I squeezed gently at first, then with a tighter grip, then back to a soft touch. He squirmed on the leather chair as it crackled from underneath him. Then suddenly I grabbed the shaft again and shook it hard as it flopped through the sweatpants material. His hands appeared from the side as he lifted his ass off the chair slightly. Then he suddenly pulled his sweatpants down, thrusting them as far down his legs as it would go. He was wearing thin boxers with a vertical stripe pattern and the left leg sleeve was getting soaked from his excitement. His tool looked even larger now. I pushed back a little to admire the changed view. I grabbed his tool again and the thin cotton was barely covering his shaft. I positioned his cock slightly so it was running down his thigh, the head just visible now underneath the edge of his boxers. I pulled back on the cotton material exposing the head further. Now it was my turn to to moan. Wow. It was a beautiful cock head : round and bulbous and dark. He was uncut. The head was covered with foreskin which was pulled back slightly. Precum was leaking out of his urethra. I slid my finger alongside the slit and placed it in my mouth, licking it while looking at him. It had a slight salty taste. "Oh yeah man," I moaned, finally answering him. "I love it." "Pull off my sweats and boxers," he commanded firmly. I leaned back slightly and yanked them off quickly rolling them through his legs and feet. I kept his sneakers on and tossed the clothing to one side of the floor. His legs looked massive, long and muscular with impressive thighs. There was strength to his legs that I liked. I squeezed his thighs hard several times and then let go. His balls were large and round and pushed the base of his thick tool which was now very hard and swerved to the side by his left hip. I leaned in closer and took in his scent from in between his legs. He smelled of sweat, his own musk and some old-fashioned scent that reminded me I was in a barber shop. I leaned in closer and spit on his balls. His cock shifted. I leaned in more and ran my tongue from the bottom to the top. I repeated this from the left side, then the right, then back to the center, each time depositing more saliva that his testicles were now glistening, the highlights in a faint green cast from the fluorescent lighting. My mouth opened wider and I engulfed as much of his balls that I could fit into my mouth. And then I applied pressure with my lips creating a seal as I applied suction to the testicles inside my mouth. I ran my tongue rapidly over his balls, side to side, up and down, with pressure, without, all at random, driving him crazy. I loved how his balls tasted, a little salty from his sweat, a little pungent in general, and a lot masculine. His cock kept shifting. I released his balls and leaned back for a moment while my left hand cupped his testicles, spreading my saliva gently around his balls. His cock shifted again as if silently wanting attention. I leaned forward once more, grabbed the shaft of his tool and brought my lips to his cock head. I curled the tip of my tongue and flicked it around the rim of his foreskin, just getting a little bit of the tip under the rubbery skin as I pushed it back with my tongue. He squirmed a bit on the chair. I continued around the head, taking my time. It tasted musky and slightly strong, carrying that day with it. I was too high to really care. And then I pulled back with my mouth and rolled the flat top section of my tongue along his cock head, tracing it along the line of his urethra, coating it with my saliva. His ass shifted. And then suddenly I took his whole head in my mouth, the thick massive bulb, coating it with more saliva, sucking on it now with pressure, my tongue dancing inside the hood to the rapid rhythm of my heart beating. "MUTHAFUKKKKKAAA!!!" He yelled, his hands now grabbing tight on the chrome edges of the chair arms. Beads of sweat fell from my face mixing with my saliva on his tool, adding more of my own lubrication. I took a deep breath and my mouth opened wider. I applied more suction as I inched forward-slowly, very slowly-on his very hard shaft. I looked at him monitoring his reaction. His eyes were closed, head cocked back, groaning to himself. "Mutha...fukkaa...Mutha...fukkkaaa..." He was sweating even more than me. I inhaled through my nose again and leaned in another inch, my tongue washing the underside of his shaft. I kept watching him as I took my time, savoring the weight and mass of his tool inside my mouth, enjoying that I was providing him this pleasure. I love how a big cock feels when it fills my mouth, my throat. He was getting harder from excitement as he continued to squirm on the chair. I breathed in again through my nose and now dove in, eyes closed, visualizing my actions inside my mind, taking several inches, then pulling back a bit, then diving back in, then out. In. Out. In. Out. I allowed his stiff tool to fuck my hungry mouth and then very suddenly I dove right in, sucking that thick head into my throat. "MUTHAFUKKKIN' BITCH!" He yelled, almost startling me. More sweat was now pouring down my face. I opened my mouth even more, inhaled again, a big, deep breath through what I could take through my mouth and more oxygen through my nose. I relaxed my muscles more as I let his tool sink further inside my throat, meanwhile applying slight random pressure, massaging his shaft. I kept this going slowly, taking my time, breathing in more air through my nose, wanting it, taking it. He just continued to squirm. Finally I had most of his thick cock inside me, the bristles of his public hair now tickling my nose. I looked up at him. His eyes were still closed, head to one side, mumbling to himself. I stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying the volume and weight on his tool in my mouth and throat. I would pull back occasionally, but just a micro inch, and then sink in, fucking the shaft with my mouth. And then I would rest again at the base, contracting my throat muscles, massaging him, resting in that position, savoring the mass inside me. I started to pull back and sink in again, but building my pace; slowly at first, then more rapidly, up and down, up and down. He was really squirming now and I started to apply more pressure and sucking at the same time. Faster. Faster. FASTER! "MUTHAFUKKKAAA!!!" He yanked me off violently, pulling my head with such speed and force away from his shaft that my mouth made a loud plopping sound as I breathed air again. His tool shined with a coating of my saliva. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock head. I leaned in to catch it with my tongue. But he pushed me away. "FUCK BOY!" He pulled back on the chair now, straightening his upper body slightly, his hands falling back on the arm rests. "You sure know how to suck dick! FUCK! I just don't want to cum so fast! That biTch got me goin' and horny! And if your suckin' dick that good I can only tell what the rest of the evening will bring!" He laughed at that. I licked my lips and then wiped the excess saliva around my mouth and chin with my right hand. I stared at him greedily. "You look kinda crazy with that half-done haircut!" He laughed again, now lifting himself from the chair. "Get up, Boy. Take off those shorts and you get that ass back on this chair." He got up around me, his big, slick dick bouncing around. I stood up beside the chair and stepped out of my shorts, kicking off my sneakers. I had a black and red jock on. He whistled at me when he saw that. "WOO! That sure look good on you! Turn around." I did as I was told, giving him a show of my ass, framed by the black jock straps. "Nice!" He felt my ass. "We gonna have some fun with that later. Now get on that chair!" I got on and he placed the polyester sheet on my upper body again and clipped it behind my neck. He grabbed his clippers from the counter. He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned and hanging loose, and nothing else but his sneakers. It looked almost comical with his swinging hard-on but it actually was kinda hot. I was slouching down on the chair a bit. My legs were spread wide. I couldn't help it. I was horny, that buzz just starting to set... "Ok straighten up, let's finish this cut." He walked behind me as I slid up the chair. As I did, the sheet exposed my crotch. I was getting turned on from the whole scenario. The clippers came to my head and he proceeded to finish the cut. The vibration of the clippers was working its magic on me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the mechanical rhythm on my scalp. I started to get hard despite the T. "You sure like this, huh?" He snickered behind me. I opened my eyes, looking at him in the mirror. He was intensely focused, being very particular with his methods. After a few minutes he was done and placed the clippers aside back at the counter. He shifted to the other side of the counter and selected a shaving blade sitting in a clear glass jar of sanitizing liquid. He retrieved the blade and dried it with a towel nearby. To his left was a small device that he pressed. Heated shaving cream oozed out if it on his palm. He then walked behind me and applied the warm cream on the back of my neck. He massaged the heated cream slowly, gently, spreading it around the bottom trimmed edge of my hairline on the back of my head. The heat of the warm cream added to the heat now forming in the small shop. A tiny bead of sweat ran down the left side of my face. I moaned again. My breathing was getting more rapid. I watched him from the reflection of the other mirror behind us reflecting on the cracked mirror in front of me. I was nervous and yet excited at the same time. My cock twitched in my tight jock. He held his blade impressively steady and very carefully brought the sharp instrument to the back of my head. I stayed still and tried to concentrate on my breathing, to relax and not move an inch. The sharp edge of the blade made contact with my skin and I felt as if someone had shocked me with a hit of electricity. My senses were so heightened. The edge of the blade felt as if it were sinking into my moistened skin, my sweat and the heated shaving cream mixed into some new lubricant for the sharp blade to glide over me. He applied a tiny bit of pressure that was so faint I shouldn't have felt it. But I did as I flinched as the blade shifted slowly along the bottom of the hairline. And then with a very sudden gesture that was a mix of speed and unmeasured pressure, his hand pushed quickly as the blade separated from my skin. I exhaled as the fluorescent light behind us flickered again. Before I could relax, the blade returned, the coldness of the sharp metal shocking me again. I inhaled and caught that I was holding my breath. He applied that subtle pressure and slight movement and shaved another fraction of an inch or so of my hairline to a fine, crisp edge. I exhaled again and he repeated this over and over until he was done. It was only a few minutes but that biTch made it seem more like an eternity. And yet I was loving it. There was something about the super sharp blade that he controlled that turned me on. He wiped what was left of the shaving cream away with a small towel, still standing behind me. I looked at him in the mirror and it was a little obscene: him standing there with a hard-on, the foreskin pulled back revealing his dark tool and holding a blade in one hand. "Slide down that chair a little bit, Boy," he instructed. "Get that ass just hanging off the edge a bit." I did as I was told. He walked over back to the counter. He dropped the used blade back in the sanitizing jar. He turned around looking at me. "You seemed to like that, huh?" I nodded in silence. "Ok-well that was just for starters." He pressed on the small machine on the counter again as more heated cream oozed out of the tiny nozzle. "Now pull up those legs and hold them. Hold them STILL-you hear? I'm gonna shave that hair around your hole." I was already flying at this point. I liked where this was going so I obliged and pulled my legs up, holding it steady on the back of my thighs. My asshole was in clear view. "Muthafukka..." He paused, eyes staring at my hole. I was already buzzed from the bowl we smoked together and the earlier hit I had done just before leaving my apartment. My hole was clearly showing this. I contracted and relaxed my hole, showing off to him. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!! Whatcha got there, Boy?" He stepped closer. "Fuck. For a second there I thought I was lookin’ at pussy." A thick finger touched my asslips, sliding around it gently. "That is one beautiful hole you got there." He approached me and bent down for a second, taking a closer view. "Muthatfukka. That sure is pretty." He stood up straight and looked around to his side. He found a small stool and grabbed it with his free hand, positioning it to my left side. He then walked back to the counter and pulled another drawer open retrieving a small hand mirror. "Here-grab this," he instructed. "I want you to see what I'm doing. This is special service. I don't provide this to many customers." He winked at me, laughing a little. I held it with one hand and adjusted it. It was a double-sided mirror: normal reflection on one side, close-up view on the other. He fidgeted around the counter then retrieved a fresh, new blade from the jar. He pressed on the machine again as it shot out more heated shaving cream. He sat on the stool next to me, adjusting himself. His legs were spread open and his thick shaft, now semi-hard hung over the edge. If I had another free hand I would have taken a picture. He looked so hot and strangely odd and menacing at the same time with his open shirt, the blade in one hand, the wad of white cream on the other hand, and his big, uncut dick just hanging there. "Hold that mirror just right now so you can see..." His one hand moved closer and spread the warm shaving cream on my manpussy. He spread it liberally, all around my hole and around my asscheeks. Everything felt ultra-sensitive on my skin around my hole. The warmth of the cream almost felt burning at first, as it was a shocking sensation. But the burn faded quickly to a warm glow. I looked in the hand mirror admiring the view. I twisted my hand slightly and switched to the close-up view. My hole was pulsing from the heat like some strange organism surrounded by white foam. "Beautiful," he was admiring the view. He inched in closer. From the hand mirror I saw the blade-now mega size in the enhanced reflection-approaching my pulsing manpussy. The sharp blade looked menacing and I held my breath as my hole instinctively contracted, the pussy lips folding in on itself. "Fuckin' beautiful," he repeated. The blade came closer to the edge of my hole and made contact with my skin. With his left hand he held my ass, pulling it wide as his right hand carefully glided the sharp blade, scraping with a slight pressure away from my asslips. I watched nervously from the mirror. The fluorescent light behind us flickered again, this time with a slight scraping noise that lasted a second. He held the blade at a slight angle as it glided on my skin. The blade pushed the heated cream aside, exposing a smooth, shaved area near my hole. The moistness of the cream and my sweating made my skin seem to glow with a slight light green tint from the fluorescent lighting. He repositioned the blade just another inch above where he had started and repeated the procedure. And again and again. Each time, I flinched as the sharp blade made contact with my sensitive skin. It was a combination of nervousness and anticipation. I stared at the reflection and admired the view. I contracted my hole, winking at him. "You like that, huh?" He asked. I nodded again, silently. He stood up and grabbed the stool and moved over to my right side of the chair. He set the stool down near me and squatted into position. I admired the view of his impressive cock just hanging out, the hood of his foreskin pulled back a bit more, exposing that impressive bulb. He pulled the right side of my ass as the blade approached. I twisted my hand a little bit to get a better view with the hand mirror. As the mirror turned, I caught a momentary glance at my face in the reflection. I was covered in sweat and didn't even realize it. I adjusted my hold until I had a close-up view of my hole. The blade made contact, the sharp edge startling me again. He pulled carefully, gliding it away from my asslips, shaving the short hairs around my hole. I was exhaling and breathing more rapidly. "Hold STILL-you hear?" he demanded in an authoritative voice. I took control of my breathing, trying not to move. The blade came across further up my hole then glided along the smooth surface of my skin, pushing the shaving cream aside. In a few eternal minutes he was done. "Look at that fuckin' pretty hole," he announced. He grabbed a small towel near him and wiped gently around my manhole, removing any leftover shaving cream that was visible. My asslips were all flared and enlarged, pulsing from excitement and anticipation. I was still holding the small mirror. And then the blade approached again, coming into view in the enlarged oval reflection. He had the blade turned upside down, so the curved, unsharpened edge was pointing towards my hole. It came into contact with my moist asslips, the curved flat edge tracing along the soft folds of the skin, slowly up and down, up and down. I gasped a little, not sure what to expect from him. "I can tell this pussy is special," he said. "Don't see this too often." The blade continued its path along my hole. He pulled it away a few inches, tilted the tip of the unsharpened side and pushed it carefully in the crack of my hole. In the mirror I could see the curved edge of the blade enter my hole a micro-inch. I breathed in nervously. "Don't worry, Boy. I ain't gonna hurt you. Last thing I wanna do is hurt that pussy." He pulled the blade away slowly. "Well at least not with this tool." He pushed back on the stool, wiped around my ass again so it was clean and smooth. He stood up. "Take a look," he insisted. I turned the small hand mirror again for the normal view. Shit. My hole did look pretty. It was still pulsing. He grabbed the small mirror from me and walked back to the counter placing it down along with the blade. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it aside. His dick was starting to throb. He turned looking at me, that thick tool pointing up and twitching. "Watcha want, Boy?" He stared at me greedily. I was still holding my legs up and apart. I moved my hands to my manpussy, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around it, rubbing myself gently. I looked at him with a new hunger, checking him out, staring at that big uncut dick. My fingers found my hole and ran up and down on my asslips. My hole felt warm and moist, as if it was sweating from the heat of the room and the heat building inside of me. "Fuck it," I begged, pulling my asslips apart wider.

My first attempt at writing so please forgive the rather dry delivery. I'll try to be more creative and draw a better picture in the future but its based on real events so might come across more like a list of events than an erotic story. I'll work on that in the future. In my most recent LTR, I was the bottom and my BF was a demanding top who often got off on abusing me and showing me off in public. Due to jobs and other circumstances, we had to break it off about a year ago but I learned my place, especially when my BF told me I needed to become a total cum whore. Ever since we broke-up I've found myself compelled to seek out and service any and all tops. I'm now 28, and as I run and lift a great deal, I'm in great shape and can be a sex machine when needed. At about 5-8 and 150 lbs, I'm relatively small and have been told I have a great face and look. And I'm very masculine. I hate to say it but people rarely peg me as gay and usually assume I top. But meanwhile, I'm most definitely a pig bottom, okay with almost any scene. After my most recent break-up a year ago, I had the opportunity to spend a couple weeks in South Florida, in the Ft. Lauderdale area. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of action I got. I went to the leather bar, the Ramrod in as little clothing as possible, usually mesh shorts and a jock, and made sure to make myself available to anyone who wanted to fuck or piss on me or whatever. Being a little muscle jock, I always got lots of attention. I also got a membership to the Club Ft. Lauderdale and I think its better than most of the ones I've been to nearer to my location in the Northeast, including DC and Philly. After that initial trip to S. Florida a year ago, I spent the next year assuming I was poz, and continued to get as much action as I could. I arranged two more trips to Ft. Lauderdale this past spring, and at the beginning of the second trip, just a few weeks ago (the beginning of June), I went to a local free testing center and was surprised to learn that I tested neg. I will say I've had numerous bouts of gonorrhea and herpes, as is to be expected I suppose when whoring around, even so I was quite surprised. I really assumed I had been pozzed up. On a side note, I actually often wonder what the etiquette is for telling tops in public situations like that about other STD's as its not my intention to go spreading stuff intentionally, but I guess its not up to me to decide, I just whore around and take what I can get. This most recent trip was a complete sexcation. I made no pretense of going out on dates or doing any tourist stuff. Instead I spent my entire vacation (and all my energy) in servicing men. As it should be, I suppose. Oddly, I don't much care for 'traditional' one-on-one hookups.. I'd much prefer to meet guys at bars and clubs so they can see what they are getting and we have a better chance of hitting it off chemistry-wise. Nothing worse than getting stuck with someone who is real prudish and/or has major hang-ups. It's so much easier just to go to a bathhouse or sex club and take as much dick as possible. At least for me. So, as soon as I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale and got to my ratty hotel, I went online and set my A4A profile to show that I'd be at the bathhouse from 3:00 PM until about 9:00 PM. As it was a random Wednesday so I wasn't expecting much, still I cleaned out as a good bottom should and headed to the bathhouse. As I expected, it was a little quiet but I made my way to the steam room and found a hot latin guy, older but nice fat cock, who nodded at me so I went down on my knees and started blowing him. Soon he pulled on my shoulders and instructed me to sit on his cock. I put my towel aside and spit on his dick real good and added some spit to my fingers and applied it to my hole and sat down on his cock. Before too long he pushed me up against a wall so he could stand and started driving his cock in me and a small group gathered around us as he drove in deep and hard. Someone in the group directed me away from the wall so I could suck on anther guy's cock. As I was getting spit-roasted, I could feel hands roaming and feeling my soft dick and low hanging balls. I rarely get completely hard as I'm usually a little anxious with people when traveling and trying to figure out the local norms and try not to do anything to piss anyone off. But anyway, soon, I'm pretty sure the guy fucking me came as I felt his pace change and when he pulled-out, another guy took his place. The steam and crowd around me kept me from seeing anything really except the cocks in front of my face. I serviced several guys until I could take no more and thankfully the remaining guys seemed okay with following me out of the steam room to cool off and see what else was going on. I wandered into the sauna where a Latin guy with a really cute face was trying to get me to go with him to his room. I prefer to service men in view of others as this seems to attract more and more cock. And for whatever the reason, I tend to find public sex more of a turn-on than private sex. I guess my general sense is that while I'm happy to serve men however they want, I try to see if they will let me service them in front of others. So anyway, in the sauna I started blowing the cute Latin guy. Before I knew it though, he was pushing me off and back so I was seated on a sauna bench with him jacking off in front of me. I stroked his balls and nips and looked into his eyes and soon he blew a huge load all over my chest and face. This seems to happen to me a lot where guys want to blow a load all over me. I'd prefer to take it in my mouth or ass but it seems to be a thing where lots of guys like to cum 'all over'. He smiled and thanked me and left and soon I was servicing someone else. I continued to service various guys, with cum all over and in me until around 9:00 PM when I showered up and headed to the locker room to leave. One of the guys I had serviced earlier, an older white guy with grey hair and a violent and vocal orgasm, was talking to a skinny young black guy with a huge dick. I'm not exaggerating when I say the young guy was hung at least 10 inches long and was as thick as a beer can. As I entered the locker room the white guy turned to me and said, "You can't leave! My friend just got here" referring to his young black friend. "Why don't you help the young man out and show him what a great pussy you have." I smiled at the skinny black guy sheepishly and he eyed me up expectantly and put his towel aside while he stroked his giant dick to full mast. The white guy looked at me and said, "Yeah, you know you can do it, you can take the giant cock. You know its your duty to service him." As he was speaking, I had half-heartedly shook my head and unlocked my locker, preparing to leave, while watching the skinny black kid stroke his big cock. The white guy spoke again and directed us into position, bending me over at my locker and pushing the big cock against my hole. His first attempt to push in didn't work so I added as much spit to my hole and his dick as i could and he tried again, this time successfully. I felt my hole stretch to the limit to accommodate him and he was soon fucking me brutally up against my locker. Despite the white guy's encouragements, the black guy pulled out without cumming and pulled me around to clean off his cock. I don't think he came but assume since he just arrived, he wanted to save his cum for later. I made sure to clean his cock thoroughly and could taste my ass and the numerous loads I had collected on his cock. I put my jockstrap on and mesh shorts, muscle shirt and sneakers and made my way out the door. I wanted a beer and a break so I headed to the leather bar. During the cab ride, I updated my profile to "Willing bttm headed to Slammers tonite around 12:30am." I had only been to the bottle/sex club a couple times before and always on a weekend so I wanted to do whatever I could to increase my chances. I always had great fun there despite others saying South Florida is full of bottoms. I've found there are plenty of willing tops but that has just been my experience. During my break at the leather bar, I met a couple guys who said they were also heading to the after hours club but while working the crowd, I lost track of them. Soon enough, however, I was done with my break and headed off to the club. When I go to Slammers, I like to get a locker so I can put my clothes away and wonder naked or in a jock - so guys know I'm available and can see the goods. So I locked everything but my jock and sneakers and started to make a round. Like I mentioned earlier, I try to service men in public but sometimes a guy will insist I go with him to a private spot. In Slammers, there are stalls or small rooms with a latching door and a bench and mirror. It wasn't long before I was bent over on the back patio getting fucked. After the guy unloaded, another guy, a hot muscle Latin guy, with a big 8.5 in thick dick, insisted I follow him to a room. He fucked the shit out of me in every position possible. After a while, I was praying he would cum soon. His thick cock was battering my hole and colon and I was really suffering. Coated in sweat, he finally unloaded. In the process, he managed to bruise the hell out of my lower back, so for the rest of my sexcation, anytime I bumped my lower back against anything, I was reminded of that fuck. Soon after, I was on the back patio again and while I was passing a dark corner, a pair of hands pulled me in and soon a cock was pounding my ass. Another group gathered around us and I was sucking and getting fucked by numerous guys. One of the guys was really demanding and pulled me out to a large area with a big round plastic covered mattress, where he pushed me on my stomach and fucked the hell out of me while I lay flat on my stomach. The guy held me down with his weight, holding my hands down against the bed. After he came, I started to get up and another guy pushed me back down on my back and lifted my legs in the air and pounded my ass. After moving me around to suit him, he reached down with both hands and started choking me. He would choke hard and then let go and so I started to nod and say "more" to indicate to him he could do what he wanted. He kept up the pressure on my neck and my vision and hearing faded. Soon I was coming to and found myself waking up to yet another guy fucking me. It must have been near closing time as more and more guys were looking to unload on me or in me. I was dragged into various positions and fucked and even on my way to the locker room was stopped two more times to take cock. One guy, an older top with grey hair and leather harness, and big thick cock told me it was time to go, indicating I was to go home with him. And this was only my first day on vacation. What fun!

Any guys in to fun in sportswear? I find it such a turn on and would love more guys to fuck my arse in kit

If memory serves me correct the safe sex Orgies were Tuesdays and Thursdays and Tuesday was cheaper entry donation. I had met Tony on the Tuesday at my first Orgy experience where he fucked me hard, fed me poppers and whored me out. He was a little an older thin Italian American with white hair and a deep tan. I was given his number from the orgy guy and we enchained texts and he offered to pay my entry and buy me a drink before hand at next week's orgy. I was up for this but I wanted to go to the Thursday one also. Thursday's orgy was fun but hard to remember any details that would have been note worthy. It kind of blends in with the first one in my memory. I do remember some guy being a little too eager when I was sniffing poppers in the sling and pulling me by the legs, causing the poppers to spill up my nose. That was unpleasant. I also remember the orgy guy and I talking about music, and him offering me as many bottles of poppers as I liked(which was very nice of him) he had them stored in his fridge. Before I knew it a week had gone by and I had a date with Tony. We had arranged to meet in a bar called American Whiskey just down the road from the venue. He was dressed up very nice in a suit, I immediately became aware of how under dressed I was. He bought me a drink and offered me food but I wasn't hungry. I loose all appetite when I know sex is coming. We talked about each other for a little while, nothing of note. Although he did mention he went to college with David Byrne which I thought was cool as I'm a fan of Talking Heads. After a drink or two the conversation got a little more sexual. He mentioned about doing this again, but instead of going to an orgy, he would bring me back to his where his friend would be waiting to join us, and asked me if I'd wear a butt plug. I told him I would. We finished our drinks and head to the orgy guy's place. When we arrived I noticed the alcohol had seemed to affect Tony more than it did me, this surprised me because we only had two whiskeys. Yet he seemed a little drunk, and louder than usual. We got undressed and he brought me downstairs. He repeated the routine he had put me through the week before, giving me poppers before slowly deep throating his dick, only to become more aggressive as he pumped my throat. He then led me to the sling, with my legs up and spread apart wide, he jams his dick deep and begins rabbit fucking my hole, I take it with ease and clench my hole tight like I know he likes. He applies very generous amounts of lube which starts to make a mess. I sense he does this on purpose to give the feeling of a loose sloppy hole, something that I definitely don't have even at my most fucked. He often says things like "you like me fucking that sloppy hole puppy?". He gets off on the small crowd that's gathered in the sling room. I'm offered a cock or two to keep me pacified, hands begin to grope at me again. This starts to really turn me on, and combined with the poppers I start to really feel like a piece of handled meat. However, in slight contrast to last time, where Tony was offering me up to strangers, he seems strangely possessive of me this time around, at times he'd move guys out of the way, or not give people their turn with me. I get the sense that because he paid me in and bought me drinks that I'm his toy to use, and he's not willing to share me. I don't mind being his fuck toy but I'm in no mood to exclude others from the fun. After all this is an orgy. I slide up on the sling and hang my head off the back, some guy drops his big hairy balls in my mouth. I suck on them for a while before I'm pulled away and back to Tony to be used some more. "Do you ever go bare?" he asks. I remember that he had already asked me this in the bar. Was this a question for the room? "Yeah sometimes" I answer. "Do you mind if I go in without a condom?" This wasn't asked at the bar. (Let it be known the topic of sti's did come up and he said he was clear and hiv negative and I told him the same) "eh, ok." "Fuck yeah! I can pull out if you want." I didn't reply to this. At this point Tony peels off his condom and drops it on the floor(a big no no at the orgy guy's place), he then applies even more lube to my already over lubes asshole and slides his cock in and out of me like a slip'n'slide. "Yeah, this is so fucking hot. Skin on skin, you like that?" he really ramped up the dirty talk at this point as he continued to plow my ass at such an angle that it was giving me tingles. He'd stop every once in a while to refill both his nose and mine with a strong hit of poppers. I'm feeling very sleazy at this point. Tony is putting on his fuck machine show and using me as his sex doll, guys are jerking it watching me, and some slapping me with their cocks, waiting for their next turn for my mouth to be free. Although I don't want that to sound too conceited, they were also enjoying each others company, I was in no way being gangbanged(my ultimate fantasy) Tony was being too greedy for that to materialise. Tony was becoming louder and more aggressive with his fucking, which had been going on for quite some time, I was a little worried about hogging the sling. Tony didn't care though, he was way too busy showing everyone what a slut I was and what a stud he was, pounding my ass harder and harder than ever, balls slapping off of me, every so often thumping my chest or putting his hand on my throat to simulate strangling. "Who's your fucking Daddy!?" he yells. This must've been heard upstairs. "You" coyly reply. "Louder!" he demands. There is no way I'm shouting it. "You are" I say with a little more gusto. "Tell them I'm your Daddy!" I don't reply. He gets frustrated, and pounds me three times BAM BAM BAM as hard as he can. "Fucking cunt!" He pulls his dick out and leaves the room, breathing heavily. Is he really angry, is this for real? I watch him as he heads up the stairs, my feeling is that he didn't cum. I go to stand up from being in the sling. It reckon a combination of lack of food that day, heavy amount of poppers(my lips were blue) and the two whiskeys finally kicking in all had a hand in what happened. The second I stood up I got extremely light headed and saw black, next went my legs. Two men grabbed me before I fell and dragged me about 4 feet out of the room towards the stairs. Bent over I rested both hands on one of the bottom steps, trying to regain my composure when all of a sudden I feel a man grab my hips and push his dick into me balls deep and begin to fuck my half limp body. This was one of the men who stopped me from falling. This hurt bad, I politely took the pain. His dick was very hard and going in at an awkward angle. He kept trying to angle his cock to a position that felt the most pleasurable to him, whatever part of my hole felt good rubbing against his dick head. Before long my light headed-ness was becoming too much and I had to ask him to give me a moment. I slowly made my way upstairs to find Tony had left. I got a glass of water and sat down on the bed where two guy were 69ing. An older stocky man with salt and pepper hair walked up to me and took my water. He then moved me over on the bed and with all his strength flipped me onto my stomach. This was done in a very rough and sexy way. He forces his dick into my ass, it's very wide and only barely fits, with some discomfort. He still hasn't said anything to me at this point. He fucks in long deep and sharp thrusts, before pulling out and feeling my whole and then his cock. "Ugh damn condom. Are you clean?" How I hate that question with its insensitive wording. "..yeah.." before I can ask him anything or even finish my sentence he has snapped off the condom and began fucking me bare. Not permission needed it seemed, who is this guy. Who ever he was he was about to get rough. He pushes my head down on the bed putting all of his body weight on me and continues to fuck deep and hard, it gets very painful, and I can help but moan. He gets me in a full nelson and rails my hole hard and deep. It becomes unbearable and I need a break. "Hold on" I tell him as I try to get up to my hands and knees. This isn't happening, he doesn't lay off. I push back against him "give me a second", he doesn't listen. He continues to drive his fat cock into me deep "Ugh fuck" Now I'm really struggling to try get him off of me but he's much stronger and seems to be getting off on this. I wasn't at the time. I've never been in a situation where I've thought "I'm being raped" and although I wasn't frightened or worried in any real way, I did want the guy off of me and he wouldn't stop. I understood what he was getting out of it, but if it had been someone a little less open minded he might have got into some trouble for what he was or wasn't doing. "He's struggling" he lets out in a strained voice to some man standing over us. This seems odd. I stop resisting in the hop he'll be finished soon. "I'm coming" he says before he lets out a loud moan and shoots a fresh load up into me and milks the rest onto my hole, before pushing it in one more time. He climbs off and slaps me on my back, which is covered in his sweat. "Woo you were amazing! Fuck that was great!" He says with a smile on his face. His tone is extremely friendly, and this might sound odd to read but he praised me in a way that seemed as if I was acting in a scene with him "you were great" that kind of aroma to it. Whereas I was genuinely trying to get him off of me. If you ever have had a rape fantasy, seek this guy out. I felt unsure about this guy cumming in me. I lay on the bed barely able to move after the exhausting impromptu wrestling match. As I catch my breath they forceful fucker walks back over to me and kisses the side of my face, bites my ear and asks "So do you like older men?" "Mmm hmm" I exhale. "You're a very sexy boy, do you mind if my friend fucks you" "Sure, why not" I say sarcastically really feeling the strain at this point. I climb to all fours, the friend of his was the guy watching me struggle as I was fucked minutes before. He is roughly in his 60's , bit of a belly, large cock. He slowly fucks me doggy style for about five minutes, never changing the pace, not making a noise very methodical and unemotional before letting out a grunt to indicate he had cum. He pulls his cock out and I turn around to see to my shock he hadn't been wearing a condom. "What's going on?" I thought, this is supposed to be safe sex night and I've taken three loads. Two without my permission and one without my knowledge. I felt too nervous and embarrassed to ask him his status or mention that I thought he was wearing a condom. So I just left it, and went to get dressed. I felt odd about those last two guys, and I was physically exhausted, so I was ready to leave. I saw the first guy who bred me eating out someone's ass. He spots me fully dressed and gets up and makes his way towards me smiling. "You're leaving? Come here" He raps his arm around me and gives me a forceful hug. Then, with his mouth still dripping in assjuice and spit, he forces his tongue down my throat. I feel like whatever life that hasn't been squeezed out of me will be sucked out via my face by this guy. Even the orgy guy comments on how over eager he was with me, and he must've seen it all with the amount of orgies he's hosted. I go to grab a slice of pizza, but it has been too soon since sex and I can't swallow it. As I sit there staring at my wasted slice, I get a text from a guy I have been talking to for two months. He lets me know about a few days that he has become available to finally meet me that are also good for me. As well, he is ready to introduce me to chemsex and can supply the righT chemistry for our session. I'm nervous and very excited, my time in NYC is coming to an end, but with one week before I fly home, I decide I'm going to end it with a bang!

I think that, were HIV to be only a first world problem, that would be the case. However when you look at the number of people in Africa that have HIV and the impact it is having on them, we in the first world are the outliers and not the statistical norm. Thus drug companies are not really focused at curing us in the first world, but instead those in the third world, and that is what provides the impetus for the pharmaceutical firms to try and find a cure. Personally I think there will be a cure, and there will be one fairly soon. However at that point HIV will be just another STD and treated as such. To answer the OP, sure, some people will refrain from getting treatment, much as people refrain from getting things fixed today. But normatively speaking, the bulk of people will just get it sorted at the clinic. And if they continue barebacking (as I and other people would) then they would just catch it again. What would potentially be more interesting, and more relevant with regard to the spirit of the OP, would be that if they developed a one time only cure. So if you caught it again, you'd be both literally and figuratively fucked. But even then, I can't imagine that they will get rid of HIV in Africa with a one time only pill. The problem there is too pervasive already for that.

No, I gave up relationships altogether, and am happily single ever after.

Entering my current relationship was kind of a slow going. After like 6 months we declared we would be bf's and i took that as being monogomous. i couldnt stop fucking around though. I stopped the ritual of looking for new cock but wasnt ready to give up my regulars. Well like a month or so ago i was like i am gonna try to stop. It hasnt been easy. i dont see my BF often enough to quench my need for cock and when i get texts from FBs i am like....DAMN.....but i really wanna be a good boy...lol.

In my experience all men cheat. You may be doing it for the reasons you touched on or you may be subconciously sabotaging a relationship that isn't working. I've also seen that relationships that work include some type of agreement on sex with other men. The arrangement may be a "don't ask don't tell" approach or it may be playing together. I think the point is that for a relationship to work, there has to be honest communication. I'm not suggesting you reveal the details of what you have been doing, rather that you are honest with him about your desires.

WTF was up with Tony?

Last weekend I was super horny and looking to top. Started cruising CL looking for a bottom to use. Wasn't really looking for anything other than a "pre-lubed ass in the air" kind of scene. Wasn't having much luck and then I saw an add a young asian guy had posted. 23 year old bottom, talented mouth and more. Also a really hot pic of his ass. I wrote him and told him I would be really into eating and fucking his hole. He wrote right back and said that sounded good. Then he asked if I was generous. I wasn't really looking to pay for it, but I asked for a face pic and how generous. His pic turned out to be a really cute Chinese guy (I have a thing for asians) and he said he wanted $60. Well I'd been drooling over his ass pic and my cock was doing my thinking for me, so I said sure and ran out the door. Took me about a half hour on the subway to get to his address. By the time I got to his neighborhood I was really nervous. Felt like every person on the street knew what I was up to. I got to the building and texted him that I was there. A few minutes later he pops up out of a basement door I hadn't noticed before. He's wearing jeans and a t-shirt and is just as cute as his pics. We go down into a dark basement apartment. Based on the number of shoes in the hallway it looked like a LOT of people lived there, but I didn't see or hear anyone else. He leads me to his bedroom. It's tiny and it's a mess. Bed with the sheets half on, piles of clothes and junk everywhere, and a bedside table with poppers and lube. There's just enough standing room for the two of us. He immediately asks me if I brought the money. I give it to him, he puts it in a drawer and asks me what I want to do. I answer by pulling off his t-shirt. He's got a nice swimmers build with well defined abs. He pulls down his shorts and reveals a cock that proves the asian stereotype wrong! I push him down on the bed and start kissing and licking his beautiful hairless body. After I've gotten a good taste of all of him, I turn him over on top of me, and let him fuck my face with his big beautiful cock. After a few minutes he turns himself around and expertly positions himself for some 69. I hadn't done that in a long time, I'd forgotten how fun it is! In no time at all I was super hard and ready to bust! I pushed his mouth away from me and flipped him back over on his back. I sucked his cock for a minute and then worked my way down to his balls. Then I pushed his legs back over his head, took a big hit of poppers and went in for the main course. His hole was tight, hairless and clean and I ate it like it was cotton candy, with each whiff of poppers plunging my tongue deeper into his sweet warm hole. I was so out of my head with poppers and lust that I wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing until I heard a beeping sound...I looked up and there he was, legs straight up in the air, texting someone on his phone. (Next customer maybe?) With that reminder that i was basically in bed with a cheap whore, I decided it was time to get what I came for. I grabbed the lube, turned him over, put his ass in the air and started fingering his hole. His ass was so warm and smooth on my fingers I couldn't wait to feel that on my dick. After I had him primed, I took one more hit of poppers and went in for one more taste. His ass tasted like lube and really turned me on. Then I pushed his head down onto the matress, and started grinding against his ass. The poppers had made me lose my erection, but the promise of that tight hole brought me back to life pretty quickly. As soon as I was halfway hard I spread his cheeks apart and started pressing the head of my cock against his hole. With a hard push, the head of my semi hard cock went in. Once it was inside, all I had to do was hold still while my erection continued to grow inside of him. Once I was fully hard I started slamming his hole with long, hard strokes. His ass was every bit as smooth and tight and hot as I had hoped from the second I first saw his picture. He was moaning quietly, and I was moaning to, getting louder and louder as I got closer to busting. For a brief moment I wondered if anyone else was in the apartment to hear what was going on, and if they new this twink was whoring out his hole on the cheap. All that went out of my head though, as I finally lost control and let out a loud yell as my cock started throbbing with pleasure as I unloaded inside of him. I pulled out, and immediately started getting dressed. He offered me his shower, but I elected to take the walk of shame, still covered in sweat

have tried but cant stop cheating. it is what it is

Me too. I figure they are poz and are tired of ass holes automaticaly saying no and doing so rudely when they tell them they are poz which I cannot blame it is fucking rude how some guys treat others who are poz on hookup sites.

Yeah I thought it was a great interview it asked some questions we all wanted to know but did not get rude or put the guy down in any way. And he was honest and gave a good perspective from his side.

My few cents. f you continue to have unprotected sex with others then it is bound to come out one day when you catch an STI. Then you're in an awkward position and would have to explain where that comes from and admit you are having sex with others. It depends om your relationship I think. Are you sure your bf is 100% faithfull to you or do you suspect he is havng some fun on the side as well? Do you know what his opinion is about open relationships? If you don't know then you could bring up the subject of couples who do have an open relationship and ask him what his opinion is about that. He could be totally against it and wants to stay monogomous. He could think that once you open the relationship the relationship itself will detoriate. He could be willing to try (even if only starting with a 3some for instance) if he is secure about the relationship. He could be willing as long as you both tell each other. Or the opposite, a "don't ask, don't tell". Or he could be willing as long as sex with others is safe only. There are many possible reactions. If he is willing to try you could start (in one form or another) and don't tell him you have been doing this for a while already. What he doesn't know doesn't hurt. Or he could be dead against it. In that case you will have to make a choice what is more important to you. Your relationship or the ability the fuck around as much and with as many as you want and break up. It would not be fair to your bf to continue if he is against it. As I said it is bound to come out one day. If he thinks he is in a monogomous relationship and finds out he is not it will be a blow to him that probably will end the relationship. My opinion of course, mine ended that way. I am sure I am not complete in my answers but there will be others replying with their views.

If you are going to cheat, I would never admit to it at a later date & if you want to stop cheating then stop but that does not mean you have to tell anyone about it.

I must join in on this conversation. I too am a wearable condom, only un-wrapped cock goes in this man. If you're gonna fuck, fuck raw and fill the bottom.

I had never heard if anything like this but found the interview very good. The guy was also very sexy and although I'd never have it done I think it's going to be a fantasy. I love it when my cock stays soft during sex and being a total sub bottom I think there'd be guys who'd find it sexy as well as guys who'd just want to fuck me for the experience and to see what I looked like.

Hot!

When it says Ask Me, I automatically think they're poz.

In austin as well. Not quite sure I want the gift, but figure I should play with some people who are vague or dishonest about their status. :-)

Conversion anymore is just a fetish, people need to get over it. Poz who are on meds are usually non-transmissable, and neg who are on PrEP have little chance of catching it anyway. We're all adults, and we're only spreading HIV if we actively choose to, no matter how much fear mongers want to rile people up. Now, enough of this discussion, please get back to posting hot bb vids!

I have to say I am totally turned off my slutty porn stars (especially Ian Jay, Dawson and Christian). I prefer porn bottoms that either do not look so slutty (for example Armond Rizzo, Sage Daniels) or that do not bottom so often (Rio Silvers).

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.

Love shoving my face in a rope hairy pit when a cock is breeding my pig hole.

It was finally time and I got between Tommy's legs and told him a good whoreboy needs to do two things. First find out what the top likes then second is to make sure the top is satisfied. For me I like to fuck and breed boys so you don't need to do anything but enjoy this as I pushed my cock against his asshole. "Tell me that your cherry, boyhole, innocence are all mine to take" By now the bump was making Tommy's hole hungry and he was missing Bobby's tounge. "Please take my cherry, boyhole and my innocence" As he said the last word I started sliding into his ass. Tommy was lucky that he was slammed, rimmed and bumped because I didn't stop pushing my cock into him until I was in all the way. The boy was lost in everything he was feeling and I let him enjoy it for a couple of minutes then I told him it was time to really break his cherry and I started pounding his hole hard and fast. His cock had shriveled up and I told him to look and see how his cock knew that it no longer mattered and it went to sleep. Oscar stroked Tommy's face and told him that many men liked to punish a whore boy's hole and he would soon get use to and maybe crave it. I told him that he should get use to being bred to because a good whore boy never asks a top to put on a condom and takes every load without question. Often a man will be quick to cum in you and toss you away but others will want to do other stuff so you will never be bored I told him. Oscar started to push his monster cock into Tommy's mouth so I just fucked and when I felt my seed boiling I told Tommy he was about to get his first load. Oscar stepped back to watch and I was happy to look into Tommy's eyes as I filled him with my seed. Tommy's eyes nearly rolled back as he took his first breeding and his cock got hard again and when I saw it twitch I thought the bitch was gonna cum but he didn't however he'd need to learn how if he ever wants to cum. When I pulled out of his ass it looked a mess with cum, ass juice and blood so Oscar called Bobby over to lick it clean as I walked around and showed Tommy the same was on my cock and he was going to lick it clean. 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.

Years ago I bumped onto a site called milking.com. Site was only one or two pages ("More coming soon!)" and advertised a facility where guys (gay or straight) could go to get milked by machines. Upon arrival you would have to undress and were blindfolded. You would then be led to a barn with benches with holes in them. Guys would lay face down on a bench and a milking device (similar to cow milking or nowadays the Venus2000?) would be attached to their cock. The machine would then milk you over and over and over as long as you wanted or until you couldn't take it anymore. Even though it was totally anonymous and the guys wouldn't be able to see the other ones getting milked they would still hear each other moaning and cumming (was the idea), adding to the experience. Once done you would be led back, unmasked, get dressed and be on your way. The idea was fucking horny and I returned to that site many times to see if it was fully up and running. Of course at one time when I went back again the site didn't exist anymore. I just tried again and all you get in Google is pics from chicks milking guys.

There are a few locations in the Inwood section of Manhattan. One is being destroyed by the city for a bike lane, one by Fort Tryon Park/the Cloisters, and a third with almost 200 acres of pristine forest.

Cordova - "I kinda felt violated to know that that asshole had bred me." Yet when your pussy needed it you took the cock without checking to see if it passed your requirements. There was no violation as you put yourself in the position of "waiting for the guy in my ass to finish." And you will do it again and again and again. When you take every cock and load anonymously, don't complain afterwards about feeling "violated."

Week 3 When I woke Monday I went and picked up my check and had my blood drawn. The guy who drew the sample told me that I didn’t look all that good. I told him that when I woke up I wasn’t feeling all that well. He suggested that I go home and climb into bed for the day. After taking my check to the bank I did as he suggested and spent the next 3 days in bed. I woke Thursday starting to feel better and was grateful since I did not want to miss the next trial session Friday night. I headed to the testing, received my shot and got fucked like I had the previous two weeks. I saw the hottie and his roommate who double fucked me the week before. Half the night I spent with them tag teaming me, fucking and seeding my hole. After we were all done we exchanged numbers as the sun came up. Week 4 The week started like normal. I picked up my check and had my weekly blood draw when I was asked if I’d like to make some extra money this final week. I was interested in more money and asked how. I was told if I consented to spending the weekend getting multiple doses of the drug. The testing would start as early as I was available Friday and would last until Sunday. My interest was definitely peaked so I asked how much more could I earn? If I was available the entire time I could make $750. I could get an extra $250 if I was willing to try multiple forms of the drug. That made a total of $1000 I would make in addition to the $750. I couldn’t resist and agreed to the weekend testing. When I arrived Friday afternoon I prepared for a long weekend of sex. I was taken to the sling again and was prepped for my shot. I didn’t say a word as I laid there as the fixed tourniquets on both my arms. The shots were administered in both arm at the same time, but the tourniquets were removed one at a time. First the right one was pulled off and I felt the drug work into my chest as I coughed out and with no warning the left one was pulled off and I felt that hit me hard. As I lay there I began to hear a ringing in my ears and had a little trouble focusing as I felt something cool being inserted into my ass. I faintly recall someone saying that I was given a suppository that would slowly melt and ass to my high. My high, I thought this was a sex enhancement drug not a drug that gets a guy high. I was trying to comprehend what was being said but all I knew was that I needed to be fucked. It didn’t take long before I was starting to get fucked. One by one each guy began to fuck me as I began to feel a slight burn in my ass and felt the feeling of the drug begin to get stronger. As the weekend continued they kept giving me one form of the drug or another. At one point I was taken out of the sling and I was laid over a bed to allow my ass to rest. As I lay there and fed a nice cock to suck I felt a stinging on my low back. I had no clue what was going on. I was then put back in the sling where the fucking resumed. I guess that it was Sunday as I began to come around. I was no longer in the testing facility. I did not recognize where I was until I saw a guy with a towel over his shoulder that read “The Boys Club”. I knew this to be the local bath house near campus. I was trying to figure out how I was now at the local bath hose when I felt a slight sting on my low back. I got up and as I wondered around I found a key around my wrist. It had a number on it that I was told was a locker where I would find my clothes. As I pulled my underwear on I felt a sting as the waist band rested on my low back. I walked over to the mirror and looked to see a tattoo half hidden by the waist band of my underwear. I lowered the band so I could see the full tattoo to find that same strange symbol I saw on some many guys who fucked me over the 4 weeks of the trial. As I was looking at the tattoo a guy walked in and asked if I liked his work. He continued that they didn’t see many guys my age who bug chased and then celebrated testing poz with a biohazard tattoo.

While traveling on business to Dallas this week, I was able to catch a couple days of vacation. Being the horn dog that I am, I quickly logged onto bbrt, cl and a4a and started looking for a guy or two to breed me. Not having much luck with anon walkin, pump and dumps in the past I was skeptical that I would have much luck. I only recently have gotten back into anon bb fucks; not having done so since my college days. Before I knew it, there were messages in my email. Who knew that there could be so many available horned men on a Tuesday morning? Guy one: 47, 6'4, 205#, hairy blond. Just the type that gets me going!! After a couple emails, I gave him my hotel and room number. At the agreed upon time, I was face down and ass up for him to walkin, pump dump and go. From the time he pushed the door open and was balls deep in my pre-lubed asshole wasn't over 10 seconds. Did he have his cock out and lubed in the hall? Good thing i was eager and horned as hell for a hard rough dicking.....i never even asked his cock size. He was easily 8 inches and quite thick as well. He was on a mission to drop a load and methodically pumped my ass for about 10 minutes. ..and then pumped a hot load deep. Rarely can i feel a cock pulse during a load, but his I could. He unceremoniously pulled out, tucked it away and left. I fingered my ass after he left, and pushed down to feel his slimy load in my hole....and got even more horned for more jizz. I thought that was enough playing with my hole by myself, guy 2 messaged that he was parking....i wonder if guy 1 & 2 saw each other in the parking lot.... Do you guys like this so far? If so, let me know and I will write up about a couple other of the guys that dropped a load into my hole.

In all my years I have never seen a sub-culture where a guy who fucks other guys is called straight. A LOT of bottoms on here, BBRT and other sites are self-described "faggots", "whores", "sluts" and "cumdumps" searching for tops who will treat them as such. You cannot separate the emotional and psychological influences that are at the core of everyone of us. Search for what drives you and let others search for what drives them. FWIW, I have always thought that it takes a real man to give up his cunt to another man.

The other day I was horny and nearly desperate to get fucked. It had been a couple of weeks, but the usual websites were slow and my fuckbuds were all busy or not returning my texts. As I was flipping through barebackrt I came across a new ad. The pics showed a hot hairy dude with a nice 7 incher that was thick and veiny and my mouth began watering. His ad said that he was only in town for a couple of days and that he did massage. I was intrigued, but under his hiv status he put "Ask me". I messaged him and within seconds I got a response. "I have time available tonight. $60 for an hour massage, $75 for a happy ending, and $100 for whatever you want." He left his phone number and his name. Clint. After mulling it over for a few minutes, I texted him and set up an appointment for later that evening. He was right on time and eager to get started. I handed him his money which he quickly counted. "So, $100 then. You get whatever you want. And just what is that?" he asked. Feeling bold, I cup his big dick through his jeans and said, "I want you to fuck me." He responded by rubbing his crotch into my hand and nodded. We quickly went upstairs and I practically ripped his clothes off. He was fucking gorgeous and I had him all to myself, for the next 58 minutes anyway. We kissed and sucked and rubbed for the next 10 or 15 minutes, which got me super horny. He seemed to know all the right things to do to me to get me excited. He flipped me onto my back and started rubbing his cock against my hole making me moan and just as he began to teasingly push against my sphincter I remembered his ask me status. "Wait", I said as I pulled back. "What's your status? If you're poz I have condoms." He looked at me like I was insane. "I only fuck raw and I am poz. I have a very low count and I am on meds, but its still a risk. If you won't take it raw we can continue like this though. I was upset with myself for not asking earlier, but it was still pretty hot and it was way more than I had been getting lately, so we continued. He put me on my knees and began eating my hole like an expert intermittently fingering me and getting me so turned on. I couldn't believe I was going to miss having this studs dick in me. I took a big hit of poppers and as the euphoria washed over me I made up my mind and I handed him the lube.... "You sure?" he asked. I moaned as he massaged my prostate with his finger and nodded. He didn't need any other pushing to comply. Suddenly his cock was easing into my hole and I grasped the sides of the bed as he filled me up. He timed it perfectly, edging himself so that I got the full hour. With just a few minutes to spare he began fucking me harder and harder grunting with each thrust. Sweat was pouring off of him landing on my chest and cock, dripping downward adding to the lube. He gasped, rammed hard into me and grunted as his body shook with his ejaculation. He flopped down beside me took my dick into his mouth and with a few strokes I came what felt like bucket loads. As he was about to leave he swept me up in a big bear hug kissed me hard and said, "I actually had a good time tonight. I don't usually cum, but I left a huge load in you tonight. You made the right choice my friend. I'll let you know when I am back in town."

I posted on ad on Craig's list and this 20 year old college kid answered. He wanted to be with an older guy and could he come over.. Sure I said and when he showed up he was almost perfect in every way. He was a runner and there was no fat all muscle, He said he was on the local college track team he quickly got naked and we laid on the bed. He sucked me and I played with his ass. It was very firm. When I put a finger in him he just moaned. i am mostly bottom but this kid was great.i had him lay on his stomach and I rimmed him. He just moaned. Then I put a limitless lube on his hole and rubbed my dick on it. I told him to tell me when to stop but heard nothing. Then I slowly went in him. All he did was moan. I fucked him slow and then picked up the pace. As I got close I said I was going to cum and where did he want it. He just moaned so I blew my load up his ass. whien I was finished I asked how he wanted to get off. He said that was okay and do not worry. So he dressed and left. I do wonder if he realized he was fucked bareback and had my load in him

You guys are lucky its the weekend. This was another part that I couldn't stop writing until I was finished. Enjoy. Part IV Drew followed me into the living room as I sat on the couch and knelt between my legs with his hands resting on my thighs. He slowly rubbed his hands up and down the long lists inscribed on my legs, and I saw him reading them name by name. I realized he was the only other person that could remember every single name on that list, and that he was no doubt recalling each time he had first ravaged every one of them. I watched him try and grind his pinned shaft up and down between his steel abdomen and the taunt waistband of his jeans, forcing more precum out with every slow pump. I knew he was desperate to ram his massive cock into the defenseless hole of the broken stud upstairs, and shoot load after load of poisoned venom deep inside my prey. He knew that while I had torn open his sphincter and shattered his body and his mind, he would soon take that gaping and infected wound and spear it wider and deeper than I ever could. Thinking of what was in store for my fucktoy upstairs, more sap began to leak from my shaft, and quickly his gaze returned to my oozing cock. I reached forward and wrapped a hand around the back of his head. I pulled him in and drove my tongue inside his mouth, seeking to get a taste of the precum he had licked from my hand. I savored his taste as I pushed him down towards my chest. “Start at the top and work your way down.” He dove on to my nipples and began to drag and flick his rough but slick tongue across my skin. I relaxed back onto the couch and closed my eyes as I reveled in the sensations he always created. His hands roamed and kneaded my arms and shoulders, and I could feel the tension from the hours of exertion in the basement evaporating away. After the pecs he eagerly dove into my pits, and smothered his face in them. Soon he was covered with spit and sweat, and his face was glistening from his nose to his jaw as he worked lower and lower. He was always frantic when he could finally touch and worship my body, and I knew exactly why he always arrived in that state. Unlike with my other prey, I had made sure that Drew had kept his job and continued working at the fire department. I knew that every day that he worked there he was surrounded by dozens of masculine men with fantastic bodies and in excellent shape. They worked, played, ate, exercised, and sometimes showered together when they were on call for long shifts. I knew they always joked and traded sex stories about all the women they fucked, and that all Drew secretly thought about every minute there was having all of them ramming their bare dicks deep inside of him over and over again. He always imagined himself being reamed hard in each of their stories. Day after day his desire would build, until I would finally chain him down in the basement and tear open his ass to mercilessly pound his prostate, causing his infected loads to splatter across the floor from orgasm after orgasm. Finally he reached my navel, and I could feel his hands pull away from my arms. With one powerful hand, he grasped my shaft just below the glans and slowly pulled it back from my stomach. I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled it further and further back, until it was parallel with my legs. Then, as he dove down and began to lap at the puddle of clear sap that had leaked out to mix with my dried cum, his calloused thumb began to roughly work back and forth over my cockhead, pressing hard into my slit everytime he passed over it. I groaned as the pure pleasure from his ruthless thumb mixed with the ache of the tendons from my strained cock. Even as he finished getting all the precum from my abs, a fresh coat of sap already covered his hand. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. I saw that instead of getting satisfaction from finally being able to worship and taste man’s body, his hunger had only grown stronger. His hand slid down to the base of my cock and pulled my skin taunt, fully exposing the head of my cock and its seeping slit. With his deep blue eyes still locked on mine, his head descended and I watched his lips wrap around my cockhead like a teat as he cleaned off the cum and blood from earlier in the evening. He sank deeper and deeper on my shaft, and I felt his tongue slithering back and forth across my shaft as he tried frantically to consume the thick coating of fluids. He removed his hand from my dick as his head finally dropped down like an anchor hitting the sea floor and I felt his lips lock around the base of my shaft. He stayed there and began to suck, and his look of pure bliss with of my cock buried deep into that beautiful face and far down his throat caused me to clench my abs, making bead after bead of hot sap drip out of my slit. He slowly rose all the way back up until his lips returned to my glans, where his tongue would dig deep into urethra, futilely trying to force its way in to get more of my poison. After drinking as much as possible from my font, his head would drop back down to the base, where once more his lips would again lock around my shaft. Over and over he would try and vacuum more sap into my tube, and then with clamped lips slowly drag his head back up my cock, trying to press my precum out of my cock like water from straw and onto his burrowing tongue. I was moaning from the pure pleasure coming from gentle mauling of my cock as he worked it like a calf starving for his milk. His muscular arms slid down, and slowly he wrapped them around my legs and behind my knees until they were locked in the crooks of his arms. As his need built more and more, he started to going up and down faster and faster. Even though my balls were drained from having injected multiple loads into my pummeled fucktoy, I still felt a tingle spread throughout them as they stirred once more to life. Soon he stopped lashing my glans and slit, and focused on assaulting my entire shaft. The head of my cock would be pushed against the back of his throat, while his tongue and lips pressed and danced all the way down to the base. His hot saliva dripped and mixed with my precum, and soon my cock was being ridden rough and deep in its wet prison as the slime coated all the way down to my balls. I felt his arms gradually clench, and gently lift both of my feet off of the floor and up into the air. With no leverage on the floor to hold steady against his assault, my body began to slowly slide down the couch. He pulled my legs higher and further back, until soon my ass checks were hanging off the cushions and my legs were dangling helpless in the air while my hands gripped the couch to stop from falling off. He began to pull my body up every time his head would slam down, desperately trying to get my cock deeper and deeper inside him so he could consume my venom. When I first trapped him and loaded him for week after week with my poison, it had slowly devoured more and more of his body and mind. He had become permanently addicted to it. But, like the insidious toxin that it was, the more of him it ate and converted, the deeper his hunger became for more. His need for my dirty cum deep inside him had grown stronger over time, and I knew he would not stop until the last infected drop had been milked dry from my shaft. Soon my entire pelvis was being involuntarily pumped up hard and fast to meet his hungry mouth every time it slammed down, and I could feel my balls start to pull up against my body. Sensing that he was getting close to his nectar, he began to moan around my cock as it stabbed in and out of his throat. The vibrations thrummed down my shaft, and felt myself forced closer and closer towards the precipice. He eyes were locked on mine with mindless hunger. I knew that if I came he would not stop with just one load, but continue to helplessly work my abused shaft harder and harder for more. I had to stop him now before we both lost control. I lunged forward and grabbed his head with both hands and shouted, “Enough!” The sharp command in my voice worked through his frenzied haze just enough that I was able to yank his head off my cock. It whacked against my stomach with a wet slap. I had to press his head back as he instinctively tried to lean forward and swallow it again. I pulled my legs out of his arms and stood up from the couch in front of his kneeling body, while keeping him locked in place with my hands. My cock trembled in front of his face as slowly crawled back from the edge. Once I was finally back in complete control, I looked down at his pitiful face as disappointment mixed with his aching hunger. I knew that the balance of power had changing between us since that first night when I had converted him to a poz cumslut in my basement. Driven by his deepening need, he had been slowly begun demanded more and more of my venom to be satisfied. I knew that eventually that our positions would meet equilibrium, but until then I would use him as I had always used him. “So, you want my cum that bad? I was going to save it for the sack of meat upstairs, but it looks like you need to be taught a lesson.” I shoved him down the floor on his stomach, and grabbed the waist of his pants. I yanked them down to his thighs, and his freed cock was like a log going up to his navel as it kept oozing precum. He had stopped wearing underwear around me years ago. I then pushed his shirt up over his head, but kept it tight on his arms so it went across his neck. With his legs and arms constricted inside his own cloths, I straddled his body and leaned forward to press his head hard against the floor with my hand. Taking my other hand, I lined up my slime covered cock with his dry hole, and then lunged forward with all of my upper body weight. He screamed as I tore open his unprepared sphincter, and I watched his muscles spasm in agony as he was impaled. I drove all the way forward until my balls slapped against his ass cheeks, but then just as swifty pulled my cock completely out. Over and over I mercilessly thrust forward with my shaft, and soon his hole was wet with spit, precum, and streaks of blood. I grabbed the shirt on both sides of his neck and pulled it back until his head and torso were arched painfully back. His tight jeans trapped his legs and prevented him getting any leverage and my weight forced his pelvis to the floor. Pulling on his shirt, I kept slamming hard into his ass, and watched all of the huge muscles in his back and arms clench and ripple as he tried to squirm away from my assault. The harder I punched into his hole, the more I pulled against his shirt, until finally he could bend no more and his breathing began to become ragged. I kept him suspended there in agony as over and over my cock ripped past his loose hole and jammed into his prostate. I knew that I his brain had been rewired from the all years I had been breeding him, and that the pleasure and pain that was shooting through his body was causing surge after surge of precum to pulse out of his cock as it was trapped between his hard body and the floor. Soon it was greased enough that it was sliding forwards and backwards with every thrust into his ass, and I could tell that he was close to shooting his load. I wanted to make sure he understood that this was supposed a punishment not a reward, even though I had turned him into such a whore for raw cock that for him the lines between the two were beginning to blur. “If you shoot your load, I swear you will never get to fuck another one of my whores ever again.” I could hear him moan as he desperately fought to hold back his orgasm, and I started to pump even harder. Nothing turned me on as much as having a mass of twisted muscle below me pouring all of its willpower into denying itself the ultimate pleasure, and I could feel my own orgasm building faster and faster. I knew that soon I would pass the point of no return, but I was determined to pour every ounce of self-control I had into slowing the inevitable so that his own torment would seem to last an eternity. But as I continued to slam faster and faster, listening to the rapid slapping of flesh and the strangled moans coming from my poz slut while I looked at his perfect body, I knew that just as I had been altering Drew into my perfect bottom, he had been subtlety grinding my resolve down as well. I could never deny him as long as I wanted, and always ended up giving him what he so desperately needed sooner rather than later. It was a cruel irony that the deeper his need for me became, the stronger my craving for him grew. This was why I had kept Drew long after I had kept disposing his successors one by one. I knew that one day I would have to start teaching Drew how to consume his own prey, and that he would devour a far greater list of apex predators than me. But, until that day, I would pummel and punish his body as he begged for it, and pour more and more of my venom inside him. As I felt myself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, I was hammering in and out of his destroyed hole. His body had locked in place from the tsunami of pain and pleasure assaulting him, and each thrust caused his entire body to jolt forward and rub his imprisoned cock. Finally, I felt the heat of my poison shooting down my ducts, and I buried my barb deep inside him as rope after rope of cum showered his torn chute. He froze and stopped breathing, and I could feel his prostate quivering through my ecstasy. As the last of my poison weakly pulsed out of my cock, I saw his face turning red through his tan and tears in his eyes as he fought his own orgasm. After a full minute, he finally gasped for fresh air as I slowly released his shirt and sank down onto his back with my head over his shoulder. Our skin was plastered together with heat and sweat as we both heaved in fresh air and let our bodies relax. As I inhaled his scent, I eased my softening shaft out of his ruined hole and smiled as it was once more covered in blood and cum. It was time for the moment of truth. As I rolled over his limp body, I grinned as I saw a puddle of clear sap was coating the floor and his stomach. I had never seen him show so much control close to the edge and stop his orgasm. “It looks like you passed the test, if just barely.” My focus moved up to his glazed eyes, where his gaping mouth still hung open from the torture his body had just endured. “Why don’t you go meet my new toy while I go get a drink.” As I slowly stood up, he remained lying of the floor, staring past me at the ceiling. I chuckled as I moved away from Drew’s sprawled and half undressed body and headed towards the kitchen. I knew that he hadn’t forgotten the fresh hole waiting for him upstairs, and would be ready to go in a few minutes. He would put on quite a show for me this evening, and continue speeding the descent of my pozzed stud upstairs. But, I knew that someone was still going to have to clean me up again before the weekend was through.

If he wants to jack at the end, stick your tongue out to await his load and when he makes those unmistakeable signs that cumming is at hand, hold his shaft and put his cock head just inside your lips and suck and work your tongue on the underneath side. When he is done throbbing and coating your tongue, grip his hard shaft and pull toward you a few times to get that seed left in his urethra. I prefer that instead of straight down the throat. I want to savor the taste of his gift.

Venue Name: Northern Men's Sauna How many times have you gone? numerous since mid-90s Location: Flushing, Queens, NY Rough percent of guys barebacking: 25% How easy is it for bottoms to get loads? easy How easy is it for tops to fuck bareback? easy How many guys go? around 30 to 40 guys when busy How exclusive is the crowd? not at all (all ages, races, body types) Best times to go: Saturday and Sunday...also after work during weekdays. Fridays are slow. Other Details: can be too social at times since most are regulars

Once Doug and Greg left I lay down on the bed naked and still in my boots. While I had been fucked by four guys I had never cum and still had a hard on. I put my fingers in my hole and dug some cum out of my ass and started to jack off with it. Every time it would dry up a little I would just dig in my ass and find another gob to get my dick wet. It didn’t take very long until I was shooting a load that hit the wall, my face and covered my chest. After regaining my strength, I got up and took a shower. Once I was all clean I lay down on the bed, thinking I was only going to take a nap, but fell asleep for much, much longer. At 5:00 A.M. I was awakened by a hand covering my mouth and a person’s weight pressing me into the mattress. “Don’t worry, I’m Nick, I’m your ride home.” He released his hand from my mouth and let me turn over. Standing next to the bed was another man who introduced himself as Scott. Both of them were thin wiry men with gaunt faces wearing jeans that were too big for them and matching polo shirts with their company’s logo on them. Nick was only about 5’7”, but Scott was well over 6 feet. “Let me get dressed and we can get going” I said. Nick ran his hand in between my ass cheeks and rubbed my still swollen hole. “Not so fast, this ain’t gonna be a free ride. From what I heard up and down the highway last night, you’re a pretty good piece of ass.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his soft cock. “Prove it.” He had a really nice cock and it didn’t take long before he was rock hard in my mouth. As I sucked him he ran his hands up and down my body, stopping every so often to pinch my nipple, which had the effect of getting me hard. Scott sat in one of the chairs and smoked a cigarette while rubbing his crotch and watching his friend get blown. From the size of his feet I was pretty sure he was gonna have a big cock. Nick got undressed and instructed me to sit on his face. His tongue was fantastic and before long there was a thin line of precum floating from the head of my dick down to Nick’s stomach. The scene must have gotten to Scott, cause he undressed revealing a very large soft cock with some major foreskin hangin’ off of it. He got on the bed in front of me, straddling Nick’s legs, grabbed me by the back of my head, and directed me to suck his cock. His crotch smelled so good from sweat and piss. As his dick hardened I was able to get my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his dick where salt from his sweat had collected. After a while, Nick had me slide down to his body and sit on his cock. Despite Nick’s efforts to make my ass wet, I was still swollen and sore enough that getting Nick’s cock in my ass still made me wince. Although it was better than having the monster that was in my mouth try to get in there first. Scott’s dick kept growing and growing. He loved to shove my face into his crotch and make me choke on his cock. Strings of spit hung from my chin as he tried force his enormous cock down my throat. Nick wanted to make it last, so he instructed me to turn around and start sucking him again and let Scott have a try at my ass. Apparently Scott knew how big he was, cause he went very slow getting his dick all the way in me. Once he was in and he could tell I was doing good, he started ramming his cock in hard. Unlike Nick, he really wanted to cum and a few minutes later he dropped his load in me. “Damn, he can take a big cock.” “Thank you Sir.” “Good boy, why don’t you sit back down on Nick’s cock and clean mine off?” “Yes Sir.” I sat back down on Nick’s cock, which at this point was a welcome relief from Scott’s flesh log, and cleaned of his shiny cock. When I was done he redressed and left the room saying “I’ll be waiting for you two in the truck.” “Yeah, we’ll be coming soon” Nick replied as I rode his cock. As promised it wasn’t long until Nick’s load coated my guts. After cleaning him off he told me to get dressed and make sure I wore the black lace-up boots. I did as instructed and followed him out to their truck, which was a cab over, not the conventionals I usually saw. I climbed in and Nick followed behind me, getting into the driver’s seat. Scot was sitting in the passenger seat smoking again. Nick pointed to the center of the cab that was raised up to accommodate the engine, “Do you know what this is?” “No sir.” “It’s called the doghouse. I want you to take off everything and get up here and sit like the little bitch puppy you are.” I did as instructed and knelt down on the padded area. It was high enough so that when we passed other truckers they could see me quite easily. Soon we were headed east on I-10 and every time we passed another truck, Nick would slow down and let the other driver see me. Sometimes they gave us the finger, but a lot of time they smiled and nodded in approval. “I need to take a piss” Nick said. “Yeah, me too” said Scott. “Let’s see if he can take piss as good as he can take cum.” Nick unzipped his pants and took his cock out. “Come over here and drink my piss so I don’t have to stop.” Being on the doghouse made this kind of difficult since it was a little higher than the seat. I put a hand on each of his thighs and took his cock in my mouth. Soon I felt a warm flow in my mouth and used my lips to cut off the flow when I needed some time to swallow. Being in the position left my ass in the air and pointed in Scott’s direction. I guess he couldn’t wait to piss, cause I suddenly felt some sort of lube being put in my ass and then I felt Scott’s big cock parting my ass. He pushed it all the way in and then let go with a strong stream of piss. As Nick finished Scott was still filling me at the other end. He must have pissed in me for a good two minutes before I felt him squeezing of a few short spurts to signal that he was done. “I’m gonna pull my dick out now and you better not let piss spray all over me fucker.” Slowly he took his cock out of my ass and as I felt the ridge from the head of his dick start to pass through my sphincter I squeezed as tight as I could. Since I was swollen from all the fucking I’d gotten none of it spilled out. “Now get back in position.” Nick said. For the next two hundred miles I knelt down and squeezed my sphincter. Finally we ended up back at the truckstop George had first picked me up at. Nick took a spot in the very back row. “Good boy, you didn’t spill a drop.” “Thank you Sir.” “Bet you need to take a piss and release all that piss from your ass too.” “Yes Sir.” Truth be told I was about to explode from my dick and my ass. “Get out on Scott’s side and I’ll come around, but don’t start till I can watch.” I climbed down the side of the truck and squatted behind the back wheels and pissed while all Scott’s piss flowed out of my ass. “Fuck, that made me hard again” Scott said. “Me too. Come over here boy and suck me while he fucks you.” They were right, watching me dump all that piss had made them hard. Nick’s cock sprang out of his pants and Scott didn’t waste any time shoving his monster up my ass and going to town on it. In a few minutes, Scott was shooting up my ass. When he was done, Nick flipped me around and shoved his cock in me while I cleaned off Scott’s dripping cock. Soon he was shooting a load in me. Once I had cleaned off Nick’s cock, they threw my bag of clothes down and told me to get dressed. Walking back to my car I could feel cum running down my leg. Can’t wait till George is back in town.