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I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. It had been a long, frustrating day at work. It was a Friday, and I was stuck in the office late, again, trying to finish a project that should have been done in half the time, but kept getting more and more complicated as I tried to finish it. I finally left the office around ten o'clock at night. I hailed a cab to take me home to Brooklyn, and settled in to the seat. Traffic was awful, so I pulled out my iPhone and started to browse through Grindr while the cab inched through the gridlock. After the week I had at the office, I needed to get off! It wasn't long before I was chatting with a couple of different guys. The one that seemed to suit my mood the best that night had a profile picture of himself, shirtless and flexing in the mirror in a gym. He was Latino, and at forty he was more than fifteen years older than I was but you wouldn't have been able to guess that from his ripped, muscular body. I also liked the visible bulge in the crotch of his workout shorts. You couldn’t really see his face in the picture, but he looked decent enough and his body was insane! He said that he was really into fucking younger, slim white guys like me, and that I should come right over because he was going to ‘rock my world’. We exchanged more pictures, and I could feel my cock hardening in my briefs and my asshole twitching. His cock was thick, veiny and uncut, and as huge as it had looked through his shorts, and his body looked sexier in every picture. I was horny, and he had me hooked. I tapped on the partition and told the cab driver that I had changed my mind, and had a new destination. As soon as we were clear of the traffic trying to get on the bridge, I was at this guy's apartment in less than ten minutes. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I paid the taxi and climbed out. He buzzed me in as soon as I rang the bell, and I climbed the dingy, narrow stairs up to his apartment. He was waiting for me in the doorway, looking even better than his pictures. His body was solid muscle, and his tattooed arms stretched the sleeves of his white teeshirt to the limit. He had a shaved head and a few days worth of stubble on his jaw. He smiled warmly and led me into the dim apartment. In the living room he had some porn playing silently on his tv. He sat me down on the couch and offered me a drink while I got comfortable and relaxed. I said sure, and he disappeared into the kitchen to prepare one for me. I kicked off my shoes and loosened my tie. He placed the drink on the table in front of me and sat down right next to me with his. We clinked glasses and I tried to calm my nerves with a big swallow of my drink. He ran his big, strong hands across my chest, pulling my tie out of the collar of my shirt and tossing it to the floor. I could feel my whole body relaxing as he massaged my shoulders and chest, gradually unbuttoning my shirt until it was open to the waist. His touch was making me so horny I could barely stand it! I took another gulp of my drink, and before I knew it I had drained the glass. I relaxed more and more as his hands explored my body. Before I knew what was happening, he was slipping my shirt down off my shoulders and helping me out of it. The room was spinning around me as he rubbed his hands all over me, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. He helped me stand up so that he could pull my pants down. When I tried to step out of them I stumbled and he had to catch my arm to keep me from falling over. I couldn't focus on anything, and I could barely nod when I heard him saying 'we had better get you to bed'. I had never felt this out of it before! He half guided, half carried me down the hall into the dark bedroom and lay me down on the bed. As I lay there with the room spinning around me, I felt him lift my arms above my head and wrap something around my wrists. I was totally spaced out, lying there on the bed. I felt like I couldn't move, even if I had wanted to. After I don’t know how long, I felt him climb on top of me. He had stripped off his jeans and teeshirt, and was straddling my chest naked. His bulky body forced my shoulders down into the mattress. He slapped his hard cock across my face, pulling my mouth open and pushing the leaking head of his uncut monster cock towards the back of my throat. The awkward angle made me gag almost immediately but he still grabbed the back of my head and pushed his cock deeper down my throat. When I panicked and tried to push him away, I realized that my arms were bound above my head. It felt like they were tied to the headboard. I was freaking out in my head, but I couldn't move my body enough to try to throw him off of me. After I had gagged and choked on his dick for a while he climbed off of me and I could feel him spreading my legs. His fingers forced their way into my tight asshole. I groaned and tried to move away but I was too weak and my body refused to obey. He kept pushing them into me, stretching my hole. I felt him push something up into me, and it was like he squirted something inside of me to lube up my hole. Before long I started to feel a hot sensation spreading through my entire body, like it was flowing in waves from my ass. I groaned again. He laughed as he lifted my legs up and held them to my chest with one of his strong hands wrapped around my ankles. I tried to pull away again but it was no use, I felt like I had no control over any part of my body. I could feel the tip of his bare cock pressing insistently against my hole. He had me pinned to the bed, and his strong hips slowly forced it into me. I tried to scream as his raw cock ripped through my tight asshole, but all I could do was whimper. I could feel his low hanging balls slap against my ass as he bottomed out and started to fuck me. I must have backed out, because the next thing I remember I was lying on my stomach. I could still feel a huge cock in my ass but as my consciousness returned I realized that I was moaning in pleasure and grinding my hips, slamming my ass back against each thrust like I was in heat. It was like I was possessed! My mind was still foggy, but my dick had taken over control! I could hear myself begging for more cock, and to be fucked harder! My hands had been untied, and I was jerking on my leaking cock as he pounded my ass. I kept slipping in and out of awareness, but no matter how many times I woke up, I was always aware of the big cock in my asshole, sending waves of pleasure through my whole being. The lights of the room seemed to have gotten brighter, and they hurt my eyes and made it hard to focus. It was like I was hearing voices, but I was too disoriented to make out what they were saying. I have no idea how long all this went on. I have a vague memory of being helped to a cab and giving the driver my address, and then being helped up the stairs to my own apartment. When I finally woke up, I felt like I was in the midst of the worst hangover of my life. My head was pounding, my mouth was bone dry, and as soon as I rolled over on my bed I could feel a dull aching in my ass. I stumbled into the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water and try to clear my head. I walked back into the bedroom and noticed my laptop open on the side of my bed. I sure didn't remember leaving it there... When I tapped the trackpad, it woke up and displayed an XTube video page. I was about to close the browser window when I froze. The thumbnail preview image looked like me! The videos title was "SLUTTY TWINK GETS BRED AND GETS HIS HOLE WRECKED BY FOUR HUNG THUGS". Wait, what? I clicked play and watched, dumbfounded. It was me alright. My eyes were open wide but totally unfocused as I lay there on my stomach with a huge, muscular man climbing on top of me and shoving his huge, veiny, bare cock deep into my ass. The camera panned around as he groaned and you could hear the camera man laughing nastily and saying 'Breed that twink cunt, bro! Knock the fucker up!' I could hear my own voice groaning -- and begging! I was begging for more cock! I was panting and screaming and saying 'Harder! Fuck me harder! Please!' I was in shock. I sank down onto the bed, sitting in front of my laptop with my mouth hanging open. What the fuck had I done last night? What had happened to me? The video kept on playing, showing a close-up of the thick cock as it pounded my ass. My asshole looked like it was stretched to the limit around the thick shaft. I could hear the man fucking me groaning and he started to slam my ass even harder. The camera zoomed in even more as he pulled his cock out of my ass and what looked like a gallon of thick, creamy sperm poured out of my gaping pink hole. What I saw next made me jump up off the bed and run over to the mirror on my bedroom door. The man's hand had grabbed a marker from the mattress and drawn a line on my ass. A line just a few inches long, next to two other lines just like it. When I pulled down my pants and looked at my butt in the mirror, I felt sick. Six. Four lines, plus another drawn diagonally through them, plus one more. There was also something scrawled on my back but I couldn't exactly read it in the mirror with my head in that dazed condition. I walked slowly over to the laptop on the bed, where the video was still playing. Now I saw myself getting fucked doggy style by a big black guy whose face was blurred out by a block of pixels, and whose body looked twice the size of mine. He smacked my ass hard as he fucked me, and the look on my face was one of pure animal pleasure. The camera zoomed in on his cock in my ass, and I could read the words 'CUM DUMP' printed across my lower back in thick black marker. I grabbed my phone and tried to look up where I had ended up last night, but when I opened up Grindr I saw that the entire history, all of my chats had disappeared -- been cleared out. The groaning, grunting noises coming from my laptops speakers pulled my attention back to the screen as the black guy fucking me pulled his glistening, sperm lubed cock out of my ass, and, holding my ass spread with one hand, squirted his load directly into my gaping hole, only to add the fourth line to the tally on my ass and be quickly replaced by another raw cock, shoved into my ass without any pause or warning. I could hear the cameramen ask 'You like those raw dicks up your ass boy?'. In my head I screamed NO, but in the video I heard myself moaning 'Yes sir!'. 'You like getting bred boy? You want us to knock you up?' NO! 'Uh, yes, please! I want that cum in my ass!' 'Good boy!' How had this video ended up online? The thought froze me to my core -- my face was flashing across the Internet, begging for raw cock! Who knows who could already have seen it? When I tried to look at the profile of the person who uploaded the movie, it turned out to be blank with no information. The username was just a string of random numbers. 'I think he's ready, want to give him a try?' I switched back to the window where the video was playing. I was shown from behind, being positioned on top of the muscular guy whose body I recognized from the photos he had sent me last night, but whose face was blurred out. There was another close-up shot of his cock slipping into my sloppy, cum filled asshole. As soon as I had slid down to the base of his long cock, another guy climbed onto the bed. I gasped in unison with my video self as he lined his cock up against my already occupied hole, grabbed my hips, and forced his cock all the way into me along with the other one. From the sounds I was making in the video, it was a pretty tight fit. Just seeing that part of the video made my poor asshole throb. My screaming and moaning slowly turned to cries of pure pleasure -- it was like having those two cocks ripping my asshole wide open had made me loose my mind! It sure didn't take long for the guys fucking me to loose it, either. The feeling of their cocks rubbing together, stuffed into my straining ass and lubed up with four loads of sperm didn't take long to make them cum. I could tell because they just held me in place and literally fucked their cum into me. The video cut to me lying on my back on the bed with a dazed expression on my face, with my legs being lifted and spread apart with strong, anonymous hands. Another set of hands rubbed my chest. The final set of hands were rubbing my ass. You could see how tender and pink it was as the fingers of that hand played with the swollen lips and collected some of the cum leaking out of me. When he had a good load dripping from his fingers, he brought them up to my mouth for me to lick clean. My eyes unfocused, I did it without any hesitation, cleaning every last drop off his hand with my tongue. He moved his hand back to my ass, shoving three thick fingers up into me. In the video, I groaned and grabbed my own dick, stroking it wildly. 'Do you think you can take my fist, boy?' He asked me. 'Make me take it!' My own voice slurred like I was drunk or high. He worked another finger into my ass, pushing his hand in knuckle deep and twisting it around in my stretched out hole. The hand that had been stroking my chest now brought a small brown bottle up to my nose, holding it there until I inhaled deeply. As I did, my ass must have spasmed, because that's all it took for his thumb to force its way in. I sat there frozen as I watched his big hand disappear in my ass up to the wrist. In the video, my cock was still semi hard and oozing precum. I realized that it had been the hard and leaking the whole time I had been watching the video, as well. On screen, my ass was being abused as he punched his fist into me over and over, stretching my hole to the absolute limit. I was given another round of the poppers to inhale and I just lost if. My whole body shook as I groaned and squirted a huge load of cum from my cock. I whimpered and moaned, and it seemed like I came for almost a minute straight. When I was done, the hand was pulled from my ass with a loud slurping plop, and the camera zoomed in on my gaping hole. As the screen faded to black, you could hear the cameraman's voice asking me 'Did you like that?' 'Yes...' The video ended. I didn't know what to do. My head was still foggy and spinning. All I could think of was clicking back to the beginning and watching again. So I did. And this time I pulled out my cock and started to stroke while I watched.

Chrismas time is always crazy, especially at the mall. People hustling and bustling here and there, screaming kids waiting to see Santa, and holiday songs fill the air. I just back fronm the mall, and got the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten. Me? I'm just a 28 year old 6'1 All-American white guy who happened to need a speciality item to give as a gift, and I was trying to pass through the line at Saks for perfurme. I was about at my wits end when out of the corner of my eye I felt someone trying to make eyes at me. I glance over, and sure enough there was a guy trying to do just that. He was about 6'3, 170, white guy and a small smile creeped across the left side of his mouth. I knew I had one hooked. I followed him out of the store, almost knocking down some valley-sounding Starbucks sipping teen girls in the process, and he turned into an art gallery. I slowly followed in and he turned and locked the door. I mingled about looking at the beautiful art, and then i felt his finger graze across the back of my pants. Wordlessly, we went back to the back room. He starts undoing his pants and out flops a 9 inch stick of beauty. Immediately, I went to my knees and swallowed it whole. He put his big hands on the back of my head and thrust back and forth into my mouth. His dick felt so good going in and out. I started lubing it up more and more with my spit, and using my hand to get it throbbing. I moved my tongue down his balls, and jacked his dick at the same time. I gripped his dick with my hand hard around the shaft and picked up steam stroking him, his breathing becoming more labored with each passing stroke. When I knew he was about at his limit, I lifted my hands and my mouth of his dick and grabbed onto the dolley in the bathroom and put my head down. He knew what that meant. His dick was dripping in spit, and he slowly entered me with my own lube. It hurt like hell, and I was lucky that I had some poppers in my backpack I'd had with me. I huffed away and closed my eyes. I hadn't been fucked in a few weeks, but I wanted this monster in me---I craved it---I needed it. And he knew it too. He picked up the pace; faster, harder deeper. I'd passed the point of pain, and was enjoying the pounding I had wanted from the second I laid eyes on him. His forearm then went around my neck, and he'd asserted compleet control over me. Being it was in a store, even closed, I did my best to not make a sound. His breathing picked up and his dick was now actually violating my ass, and I didn't give a shit. He pulled all the way out, jammed all the way back in, and repeated the process, over and over again. It was about to get mighty sticky in my ass, and I angled my ass in the air to where he was fucking me literally from above. He then grunted and thrust all the way in my ass and shot. Volley after volley after volley of cum. I felt every last shot of it. He then quickly pulled out, and used his finger to push in what had leaked out. We washed up, and nodded at one another and parted ways. Not one word had been spoken from start to finish, and I liked it. As I drove home, I enjoyed the cum inside me and smiled the whole way---and I was still horny. So, when I got home I logged into BBRT. My profile does not have a face picture on it, so I can anonymously browse profiles and unlock for who I want to. As I scrolled, I saw a familair looking dick---as in the one I'd just sat on. And in the status box it said, "Positive". Merry Christmas to me

It looked like it was going to be another one of those Christmases. Family too far away to travel to with my busy schedule and even having to work on Christmas Eve. They did send me several packages though and I had sent theirs out also. Work was slow all day too as very few other places were actually doing much so my load was pretty small but had to be done. I was on several hookup sites, so at breaks, I was checking to see if there was any possibility of some play at all. I noticed 3 or 4 is all that looked promising. Checked them closer and found one that really seemed like what I wanted. He was listed as 28, 5'9" and about 165 pounds. Pics showed a decent looking guy and his cock listed at 7" cut looked really nice with a much larger head than shaft which was a turn on for me too. I sent off a message to see if he was actually available. He soon sent me back a message saying he lived out of town but was on the way here and was getting a motel room. I quickly sent him back a message telling him that if he wanted to, he could stay at my place and save the money. He went back saying it sounded good to him. We agreed to meet at a place we both knew of. After work I headed there fast. I wanted him for sure as it had been, because of work, quite some time since I had been fucked and wanted it badly. The place we met at was a little bar. I got there first and ordered a drink. Wasn't long till he showed up and we both had a drink before heading to my place. Once in the door we were all over each other. Kissing and making out and soon taking off clothes. As we disrobed, we kind of just left clothes where they fell as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom. We tumbled onto the bed and were really all over each other then. Groping and rubbing and both moaning in the pleasure we were bringing each other. As I moved my kisses down his body, he spun around and as my mouth reached his cock, his mouth was finding mine as we were 69ing. I found that he had a lot of precum but loved the taste of it and slurped it down like I had found nectar. We kept sucking each other for what seemed like hours but was really about 10 minutes. Then he let go of my cock with his mouth and gently pulled his cock from my mouth and spinning me around on my back, threw my legs in the air and dropped his mouth onto my hole. His tongue was soon trying to pry my hole open and with a little bit more of his spit and tongue driving at me was soon getting my hole opened and his tongue into me. He kept that up for a while and then I could feel his hand there and soon a finger entering me. He pushed it in and out and all around and soon he had two and then three fingers in me as he opened my hole up good and was driving me wild. After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out of me and I felt the head of his cock against my hole and before I knew it the knob of his cock was in me. I loved a big mushroom head and as he sunk his cock into me I could feel the head hitting my prostate and my own cock throbbed even more than it had been doing. His entire cock was in me deep in no time it seemed and I was really enjoying the feeling. He just kind of ground his cock in me for a while and then started to pull out slowly and back in and did it just slow and easy and about drove me wild as the head of his cock was so much larger that is rubbed my prostate with every movement. I was arching my back and thrusting my ass at him on every stroke. He then started to get faster and faster and very quickly he was pounding my ass like a jackhammer. I was in ecstasy for sure. He kept fucking me hard and fast and deep and every stroke was a pure delight. It went on and on and on. My own cock could not take the sensations and after about 15 minutes of his pounding it erupted on its own without being touched. He felt it and slowed down for just a few stroked to look between us at my load which was all over both of our stomachs and smiled and told me he loved to see that happen when he fucked someone. He then picked back up the pace. He kept up a mad pace till I thought I could take it no more and my ass was drying up a little even. It still felt pretty good but the friction could not be doing the inside of my ass much good. He kept at it for another 20 minutes after I had cum before he told me to get ready and he drove into me a few more strokes like a mad man and then ground his cock in as deep as he could get and I felt it throb and could feel the heat and wetness deep in my hole as he was cumming. Fuck, I had not had that good of a fuck in a long time and told him so and he told me there was more where that came from. We rested then for a while and then he was in me again and pounding, it seemed, like even harder than before and again it went on for quite a while. He told me again, here it comes and again I could feel his cock erupt. He ended up fucking me three more times even that night before we dozed off. When I finally woke up, quite late, the next morning he was already gone. I could not believe I had slept when he got up to leave either, but then he had about fucked me silly most of the night. As I stretched and started to get up, I noticed my bed had a wet spot. Looking down I could see that a lot of cum had leaked out of me as I slept. It even had tint of pink to it. I thought, wow, he really fucked me if there is a little blood in that, which is what it looked like. I got up and headed to the bathroom with a feeling of having to sit down and did on the stool. As I sat my ass seemed to open up and I could tell something that felt like liquid running out and as I looked down to see what it was I could tell it was some of his cum and it definitely had a pink tint to it. I cleaned up and didn't think any more of it then. I went out to the living room to open my gifts as it was a fine Christmas morning and after being fucked royally all night is seemed to be a very good start to the day. I opened my presents and enjoyed every minute of it as I thought about my family and hoped they were enjoying my presents to them as well. I then headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and also decided to have a couple of pieces of toast. I got them ready and headed back to the other room to sit and relax and just enjoy looking at the tree and thinking about friends and family. I had just finished my toast and was drinking the last drops of coffee from my mug when as I was tilting my head back I noticed a piece of paper in the tree. I got up to see what the heck that was. It was folded and on the outside was the name of the guy I had spent the night with. I opened it up. He had left the note to tell me how much he had enjoyed the night before and thanked me for having him over. Then I was floored as he had written that he had just been diagnosed HIV positive about a week before and had a very high viral load. He wished me a very Merry Christmas and hoped I liked his gift to me.

Part one of this story And part two Master led slut and I to his car. He handed us blindfolds. "Put these on. You don't get to see where we're going. This is an exclusive gathering of true sex pigs. Whore is the entertainment. Slut is my special guest. They normally don't allow spectators, but since I'm bringing Whore, Slut's allowed to watch and learn." We drove for about half an hour. Had I not been, well, so fucking high and horny, maybe I could have guessed where me went. But all I could think of was what was in store for me. My cock was throbbing. Master sensed it, too. "You bitches are horned up, right?" "Yes, sir!" I responded. "Want to touch your cocks?" "Yes, sir!" I said again, and slut did, too. "Forget it. Whore needs to do his show, and slut needs to watch and learn. Maybe after you can get relief." "Master owns our cocks, slut," I advised. "But he rewards us for being good whores by getting us high and letting us play with our selves. You think you can handle that? You only play with your cock if master says?" "If it pleases him." "Damn right. All we care about is pleasing him. We know we're just toys to him, but we love it. Right?" "Just meth whores, doing anything to serve him and earn more hits." Master laughed. "You two really know your places. But you're about to see what it really means to be a chem whore, some dirty pig who'll do anything to get high, and do anything when he's high. Whore, you ready for it?" "Holy fuck, yes." "Slut, you want to see what you're training for?" "If master thinks I deserve it." "You don't deserve anything. Everything a whore like you gets is a favor, a reward. You're here so you can see what I want you to do after you've learned more." "Thank you sir, I hope I can serve you as well as whore does." Master stopped the car. "We're here. Take off your blindfolds; no need to walk across the yard and fall." I took it off. Holy shit, we were at some kind of mansion. "This is why you were blindfolded. Our host... if I told you who he was, you'd know the name. He stays masked. You might see faces you recognize here, but a whore doesn't talk about who he serves, right?" "No, sir," we both responded. "Slut, get out of the car. I need to talk to whore alone." Slut did, and whore spoke to me. Not in his giving orders voice, in his everyday voice. "Okay, man, drop the master/slave for a minute, we're just friends now. I'm telling you right now, you're gonna get used rough and hard. This is wilder by far than anything you've done. 100 percent full meth whore. You sure you want this? If you back out, I'll tell them you lost your nerve, we'll go home. These guys will be pissed as hell at me, but you're enough of a friend I'm gonna give you the chance. You sure you want this?" I thought about it. I remembered how vanilla I used to be, and how much I had changed. I thought how much I loved getting high, and losing my inhibitions. I thought about how incredibly hot I found it to serve a man sexually, And I wondered if I wanted to go even further, asked if I'd hate myself later. I made up my mind. "Will Master keep me high?" "Dirty little meth whore," he said. "And proud of it." "Let's go." We went into the house. He led me into the basement, and I found a large room, with maybe two dozen guys in there. Some in leather, some naked. Some were stroking their own cock, some were stroking another guys. Some sucking was going on, too. Pipes were being passed, too. I was surprised to see faces I knew. The guy who did the weather on channel six was there, in assless chaps. I watched him take a huge hit, and thought "I'll never hear him say 'mostly cloudy' again and not laugh." There was a guy who was on city council, a couple of CEO's from good sized businesses and... fuck. One guy from work. Not someone I work with myself, but I know I've seen him in the building. But I remembered he's naked and smoking meth at some pig party. What's he gonna do, tell HR what he was doing when he saw me? A man in a full face mask -- I guess the host -- spoke. "Our guests of honor our here. Would you care to introduce your slaves?" Master pointed to me, "This one I call whore, because that's all he is. He's going to serve all of you tonight. Slut here is just beginning his training. He's watching. Right now, he's mine, so don't touch him. He's going to watch and learn. Right, slut?" "Yes sir, I want to learn to please you." "Whore, what do you want?" "The pipe. I'm just a meth whore. I'll do anything to get high and I'll do anything when I am high." The men all laughed. Master looked around the room. "I think he deserves a hit just for knowing his place." Our host handed him a pipe. "This is very potent. I paid twice my normal cost, because I wanted the best for this esteemed group of men who love sex." Master took a hit for himself first. "Ooooooo... fuck! You're not kidding, this is amazing stuff, I should make whore earn it, but I want him to be really high. C'mere, whore, take a big hit, and get ready to fly." He handed me the pipe and lit the torch. I put the pipe in my mouth, and he held the torch to it. I saw the vapor being to swirl, and I began to inhale. "Take as much as you can, and hold it in as long as you can. Fuck the cloud, just get high." I did. It was incredibly strong. Even before I exhaled, I was higher than I've ever been, I finally exhaled, only tiny whisps of a cloud. And I wanted nothing but cock. I dropped to my knees, ready to suck any of the cocks in the room. Master laughed. "First, you're still dressed. Get naked, like a whore should be." I did. "Second, did you think you'd be on your knees? Show him where he's spending the night." Someone flipped a switch on the wall, and I heard a motor above me. And I watched the sling descend. "Get in," Master said, as it reached the floor. I laid down on my stomach, some of the other men put the padded cuffs on my wrists and ankles. "You;ll be here for hours, whore. The padding will make it easier." I heard the motors again and I was lifted off the floor till I was about waist high, of course. Master spoke again. "Now, whore... a pig like you doesn't care whose attached to it, all you want is cock, right?" "Yes sir." "So you don't get to see anything. Where's the mask?" Someone passed him something black. "The nose is open so you can breathe. The mouth is open so you can... have stuff in it. The ears are open so you can hear orders. The eyes are sealed, because the point is you don't get to see who you're pleasing now. You like that?' Holy fuck did I. I was higher by far than I'd ever been, completely overwhelmed by a massive meth high. "Yes. Whatever master says. Anything. Just let me..." "Have some cock?" I nodded, and the world went black as the mask covered my eyes. I felt my cock swelling, dangling below me. Master addressed the room. "Shall we let our host use him first?" The applause indicated approval. I felt someone move between my legs, and I gasped with delight as I finally felt a cock in my ass. Master's forceful, intense fucking was something I had grown to like, and this guy was just as forceful. My moans let him know I loved it. Master spoke again. "He can please more than one pig at once. He's got two hands and a mouth. C'mon, use him. He's here for your pleasure." It didn't take long till I had a cock in each hand and one in my mouth. It was overwhelming to me, to be used like that, just a toy for a room full of sex pigs. I felt dirty, I felt sleazy, and I loved it. The cocks started switching around. Nobody came at first; someone said they didn't want to shoot early. I had two cocks in my mouth a couple of times, another two in my ass at least once (I was hoping they'd come at the same time, but I knew that wasn't likely). I'm pretty sure the neck of a beer bottle went in there, once, too. I got spanked, I got pissed on, I had my nipples twisted, I got fisted. I managed to rim an ass blindfolded -- aiming wasn't easy, but I did it. I loved every second of it. They rewarded me with the pipe, keeping me higher than I've ever been. They started giving me their loads. Some in my mouth, a few shot across my hands, but most shot in my ass. After several loads were left in my rear, I heard someone ask Master if he could suck them out of me. Master told him, "do what you want. he exists to serve." I'd only been rimmed a couple of times before then, and never had loads sucked out. It felt amazing. I kept at it for hours. Even high, I was feeling exhausted after what must have been several hours. I took one last load in my ass, and I felt the sling lower me to the floor. I felt the mask leave my face. I blinked, getting used to the light, but could see Master. "Whore, you did great. You served your role with distinction. And I can tell you loved every minute of it." I almost said, "well, maybe not the beer bottle", but was too pleased that I was such a good whore. Master started opening the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then he called slut over. "Do you want to be in that sling, slut?" "Yes, sir!" "Are you ready to work for it, to earn it?" "Yes, sir!" "Good slut." Master helped me get up off the floor. I could see there was less than half the original crowd remaining. "Some went off for two or threesomes, a few went home. The rest of these guys, they just liked watching you." He thought for a minute, then whispered to slut. Slut nodded, and Master spoke to the room. "Want to see slut reward whore for his work?" They applauded. Master told me, "go, sit in that chair. Spread your legs." I did, slut knelt down. He started stroking me, and was damn good at it. "Does he deserve a hit, whore?" Master asked. "If you let me have one first, master." Master handed me the pipe, and I had another hit. I blew the cloud onto slut, knowing it was a fetish for him like me. I asked him, "have you had any of this tonight?" "A little. Master said I'd have to earn a taste of something that potent. Just a tiny hit, hours ago, and I still feel great." "Master, he has earned it, right?" He nodded. I hate it for him, and watched him inhale. I swear, his eyes bugged out as it hit him. "Blow it on my cock, slut." He did, a huge cloud. I didn't have to tell him what to do next. He was like me, as soon as the pipe leaves his mouth, he wants to replace it with cock. Like before, what he lacked in skill he made up for in enthusiasm. He had to work at it -- I was exhausted and had tina dick -- but eventually my moans made it clear I was about to shoot. "Don't come in his mouth. He's not earned that." I pulled out, unsure what to do. Was master going to make me hold off? I thought that wouldn't be a master slave thing; that would be him being a jerk... Then he surprised the hell out of me when he knelt down. "One time only, whore. But you deserve this, and if anyone owns your load, it's me." And he put his mouth on my swollen cock and sucked me. And was damn good. I had been close already, and quickly shot a massive load. Master stood, reached for a tissue, and spat out my cum. "You didn't think you had earned me swallowing your load, did you? I've never even sucked one of my toys before now." I stood up, and started to walk to my clothes, still piled on the floor, when one of the men still there said, "can we watch the slut play with his cock?" "Why the fuck not? He's the only one here who's not gotten to cum tonight. Slut, you've got fifteen minutes. If you shoot by then, great. If not, you save your load till we play again next week. Get to it." He got into the chair I was just in and started yanking his cock. And what a cock -- eight inches, thick, and it looked rock hard. I found myself hoping master would order him to fuck me. He was stroking furiously, moaning, loving being high and aroused. I looked at master. "May I help him, sir? Let me show your friends what he likes." "Go on, sure." I walked up to him. "We've learned some things he likes. This drives him wild." I grabbed both of his nipples and twisted, hard. He screamed with raw sexual delight, and I told the crowd, "he likes pain, and we're going to explore more. But here's what else he likes." "Open your mouth and close your eyes, slut." He did, and I picked up the pipe. I could tell he heard the lighter click and new what it meant, since I saw him stroke faster. I took another huge hit myself, then bent down and exhaled into his mouth. He let the cloud out, and gasped "thank you! I love it! I love being high!" I almost laughed. It took a young party boi to say that. But I just encouraged him: "I can tell. You'll love this, too." And I put my mouth on his cock and went to work, His entire body was shaking he was so aroused, and he shot into my mouth in seconds. And his load was as huge as his cock -- I half expected him to look like a deflated balloon from shooting so much. Things wound down after that. We got dressed and master drove us back to his place. He told us not to bother with the blindfolds, since we were both too spent to pay attention to where we were, Which was right, but he told me later the secrecy was just to make it more erotic. I told him it worked. I went back to my own home soon after we arrived at master's place. I spent several hours doing nothing, really. Master gave me a small supply to take home and I smoked a little, but nothing much. I looked at my cabinet of cleaning supplies, and joked to myself, "how come meth never makes me want to clean like in those stupid commercials?" When I finally came down enough to sleep, I was in bed, recollecting. Six months before, I was so vanilla sexually you could have sold me at a Baskin-Robbins. The kinkiest I had ever been was rimming one guy, and a threesome with a couple I was friends with. But I was introduced to miss Tina, and she showed me I had kinky, piggy submissive side deep within me, and I loved that it was there. And even after all the wild sexual adventures I had, it still makes me really fucking hot to know that underneath my nerdy, shy self, there's a meth whore who loves to get fucking high and let men use him. Sometimes, my logical, rational side says "it's all phony, you know. you're letting a chemical think for you." And my libido says, "yeah, so what. it's fun," And as I was finally falling asleep, I remembered the guy from work at the party. I wondered what would happen when we ran into each other. Could be interesting.... I've got an epilogue of sorts in mind, too. Maybe next weekend. I need to smoke now.

I never thought of myself as a sex pig. I enjoyed sex, sure, but it was always pretty vanilla. Nothing wild, nothing really anonymous. There were some on-line hook-ups, but I didn't think of those as really anonymous, just "casual". But I started hearing the stories about the new dirty bookstore, with the back room and video booths, and that if you wanted cock, you could get some there. It took a while for me to go, but one Saturday, I was feeling particularly horny, and wasn't really up for a bar trip, and wasn't finding anyone on line, so I decided to check out the book store. I went in the store. "Sleazy" was the first thing that popped into my head, but what surprised me was that it turned me on. I got tokens from the pretty hot cashier, and went in back. I found a booth, went inside, found a video with some bears having an orgy, set down, and started stroking my cock. Through my pants; I wasn't ready to whip it out there just yet. And I noticed the big hole in the wall. I had an idea what it was for, and knew I was right when about five minutes later, a thick cock emerged. I've always loved sucking cock, and I'm damn good at it. So I dropped to my knees, ignored the sticky floor and started sucking. I could tell he liked it, too, and it wasn't long before he filled my mouth with cum. I set back down and realized how fucking hot I thought that was. I sucked about half a dozen more cocks that night, and got a load from every one of them. Never saw a face, just aw the cocks, and fucking loved it. I didn't have the nerve yet to pull out my own cock there, but as soon as I got home I stripped naked. It only took a couple of minutes of stroking myself till I shot a huge load, and hard enough to hit my chin. I went back maybe a dozen more times. I never failed to get at least two or three cocks, and one evening I managed to get fifteen. I never stuck my own cock through the glory hole; i just liked sucking them. I shot a few loads of my own there, but never into anyone. The anonymous sucking was that big a turn-on for me. Then one evening, I had settled into a booth when I heard a knock at the door. I looked out and saw the hot cashier. "I hear what the customers say, that you love sucking cock and you're damn good at it. I'm off work in five minutes. I live just three blocks from here. Come home with me." "Sounds great," I said. I killed the five minutes or so. We went to the parking lot, he showed me his car, and said "follow me." So I did. We got to his place, and he said "downstairs. Door to the right." I went down the stairs, opened the door and... holy shit. I thought it was a bedroom, but the guy had a dungeon. A sling, a bed with manacles, a paddle handing on the wal, what I'd later learn was a rim seat... He came down the stairs then, and I said, "Wow. Listen, I thought we were just gonna play some, suck, fuck, but this is a lot more than..." "Fuck," he said. "I thought the way you suck cock, no recip, I figured you were a big sub." "Maybe some, but this is a lot wilder than I've ever done. I might try a little..." "Dude, no offense, but I don't do a little. I want a slave who'll serve my every need. I'll train you, but you if you're not willing to be wild, then forget it." "Sorry, I can''t..." He interrupted. "There is one thing. I usually save this for my slaves later, but I can tell when someone has a pic side they want to explore but haven'y worked up the nerve. You ever party?" "I don't know what you mean." I actually had an idea, but I didn't want to make myself look stupid. "I won't hold back. Tina. Crystal meth. Smoke some and it'll bring out that pig I see in you. It'll be the best sex you've ever had and you'll want to ." "I don't know." "Okay, I'll be blunt. I wanna get wild with you, bring out your pig. But I'm fucking horny and I'm not gonna wait. Smoke with me or get the fuck out so I can call another guy." Being ordered like that turned me on, a lot. "I'll try it once, sure." "Good," he said. "I'll shotgun you. I'll take a hit, then exhale some into your mouth." He opened a cabinet and pulled out a glass pipe, and a lighter and torch. He put the pipe in his mouth, then took it out for a second. "You won't try it once. You'll want more. Just be prepared to earn it." He lit the torch and held it under the bowl of the pipe. My heart and cock were both pounding. He took the pipe away from his mouth, spread his lips, and motioned me in. I opened wide, we put our lips together, and I tasted the strange chemically taste and... Holy mother fucking fuck, I wanted his cock. I dropped to my knees and started to unzip him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, boy?" he growled. "I was going to suck you." "Ask first. You're my slave, my bitch now. You don't do a fucking thing without asking me or being told first. Is that clear, slave?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." "Good boi. You're learning. Now, show me some respect, and ask." "May I suck your cock, sir?" "A lttile. You stop as soon as I say to. Cock pigs like you have to earn it." I was getting hornier and hornier. He was treating me like a cheap slut, and I loved it. I started to unzip him. And he pulled away. "You didn't ask to unzip me." "I'm sorry, sir." "Sorry's not good enough. You're not the first pig slave I've trained, and I know what you need to learn your lesson. Get naked." I did as my new master told me. I didn't know what he had in mind, but that made it all the hotter. He pulled the paddle off the wall. "Bend over." I did as I was told. I was fully accepting my role as a sex slave, a dirty whore only existing to serve my master. I knew the meth had unlocked this new part of me, an all I wanted to do was explore it more. He slapped my bare ass with it. I gasped, equal amounts pain and pleasure. "What do you say, boi?" "Thank you, sir", I said. "Thank you, sir, what?" I was really high, but I remember some frat porn I had seen. "Thank you sir, may I have another?" "Good. One more." He did, harder than before. I shouted it this time, "Thank you sir, may I have another?" "Enough for now. Go back to where we were." "May I remove your pants, sir." "Yes, boi." I did so. "May I remove your underwear, sir?" "Yes." It was all I could do not to rip it off. I was loving my new role, wanting to please my master, wanting to show my new master I could please him, loving being his plaything. But I slid them off and saw his flaccid cock. "Not disappointed are you, boi?' "No sir." "Crystal dick. Meth does that. I just need a good cocksucker to take care of it. Are you a good cocksucker?" "I'll try, master." "What do you mean try, you little fuck. Do it!" I stared sucking. I've never enjoyed a cock more in my life. And I was thrilled to feel it sweiling in my mouth. He started to moan. "Yeah, I knew you'd be a good cock sucker." You get a reward. More smoke, and you use the pipe yourself. Ready for that?" "Yes sir!" "You're just a little meth pig, aren't you? A dirty little chem whore who'll do anything for a hit, right boi?" "Yes, sir!" "Good boi. You know what you are and you're proud of it." He handed me the tools. "Don't let the flame touch the bowl. Hold it a little away. It tasted nasty burnt, not even suited for a little whore like you. Twirl the pipe a little too. And don't start inhaling till you see the bowl filled with smoke. Now, show me you're learning." I did as I was told. I inhaled as much as I could, held in it for a few seconds, then let a huge cloud out of my lungs. "Good pig! You learn quick. Suck my cock more." "Yes, sir. I want..." "What you want doesn't matter, whore. It's what I want. Have you already forgotten your place?" "No, sir!" "Good. Now, do as your told." I did. His cock tasted amazing. I felt it grow more and more, longer and thicker. I have my master's cock huge, as bag as I'd ever seen. He reached down and started to toy with my nipples. I moaned. "Pig-boi likes having nip play. How about this?" And he twisted both of my nipples, hard. I almost screamed, but he could tell that was delight. "You're not the first pig I've trained. I know how to treat you. You're a bottom, right?" Normally, I'm versatile,maybe even a little tending to top, Master said I was a bottom, though, so , "yes sir." "Good pig. You just like cock inside you, no matter what hole." I nodded. "Bend over. You like it raw, don't you?" "Yes sir." "Only way to fuck." I bent over, then some of the few brain cells that weren't flying high said "god, that was a huge cock. Are you ready for..." My thought didn't finish as I felt him enter me. He didn't start gentle, didn't enter slowly, he shoved it me hard, and pounded me so hard I thought I'd split in half. I moaned even louder, pain and pleasure mixing in me. He pounded and pounded. I thought he'd never stop, but i didn't want him to. "Something else meth does to you, boi. Takes longer to come. Some guys take hours. You think you want me to ride you like this for hours?" "Whatever sir wants. I'll please you. I know you'll let me smoke more." "I knew you'd love this shit. Next time I allow you to serve me, I'll give you a booty bump. Don't ask what it is. You'll love it. I'm just gonna smoke more, now. Maybe it'll give me some ideas." Then I made my mistake; I reached for the pipe myself. "What in the fuck are you doing? You earn every fucking hit you get, you little bitch. What makes you think you earneed that?" "I don't know, sir, I..." "Just shut up. You need to be punished." I tried to hide my excitement; I wanted to be paddled again. "Oh, it wants the paddle, does it? Can't punish you like that." He thought, then said, "You like my cock, right? Love touching it, feeling it in you?" "Yes, sir. It's the best cock I've ever seen. I love serving it." "Then you don't serve it for a while. The cabinet. where I keep the pipe. Open it." I did. He had any number of toys in there. I didn't know what they all did, but I wanted to learn. "You see the cock pump there?" Bring it. I did. He slid the clear cylinder over that massive, gorgeous cock. "You were doing well, bitch." He squezed the pump and I watched him get bigger. "I don't always give a new piggie my load his first time, but I was going to give it to you. Maybe even let you choose, mouth or ass. Which one would you have picked?" "Mouth," I said. "I can feel it and taste it." "My guess. Probably won't happen, though. You fucked up. You think you get to smoke without asking first?" "No, sir." "Shut up. I'm not done. Hand me the pipe." He smoked more, and exhaled a massive cloud. My expression gave me away. "I've found a chem pig, a meth whore. You're first time with Miss Tina and you love it. No more for now though." He pumped the cylinder more. His cock was a monster now, like something I'd only seen in porn. "I should just let the pump make me come, whore. I don't think you're worthy of my load. Just watch, see what you missed." I wanted his load as much as I've ever wanted anything. "I can do better, sir. What can I do to earn it?" "Good start right there. You can smoke, just for that." I did. Something inspired me to exhale slowly. "Good" he said. Let's see...what can you do to earn my load... So much kink for a new pig like you. I got it. Go over to the tile floor there, get on all fours, like the animal you are." I started to move over there. Then he said "I've got to piss." Water sports. Twenty four hours ago, I would have said "no way, not my thing." Now, my cock surged. My inhibitions were crumbling, and I loved it. He stood behind me and I felt the warm stream of his piss hit my back and run all over me. I moaned out, "thank you sir." "Good piggie. I'll let you drink it. It's got tina in it, too. Get you even higher, even piggier. You want that, slut?" The higher didn't matter. I wanted to drink his piss like it was ice water on a blistering hot day. "Turn around and open that mouth." I did, and watched a golden stream leave his cock and arch into my mouth. Salty and warm, it made me feel dirty and piggy and as horny as I've ever been. "You still want my load?" "If you want to give it to me." "You've learned your place well. You said you wanted me to shoot in your mouth, right?" "Yes, if that's what master wants." "I don't. You have to pay some for not knowing your place. You get it in your ass." "Yes sir. Thank you for letting me have it at all." "You earned it, meth pig. Barely. Would you like another shotgun from me?" "Yes, sir!" "I thought so." He put his cloud in my mouth then his cock in my ass. He fucked me even harder than before. So intense, so powerful. It was amazing. I was high on meth, and getting fucked like never before, and thrilling at discovering this new side of myself I never knew was there. He was pounding faster and faster, harder and harder. He wasn't giving orders anymore, just grunting. When I felt his load shoot into me, it was the most intense sexual experience of my life. There were a thousand reasons, but mostly, I knew i had served my master well. I reached around to touch my own cock, then remembered my role, my place, what I was. "Please, sir, my I stroke my own cock? It made me so hot to serve you." "What if I said no, bitch?" "Then I'd save it until you said I could. Days, weeks. My load belongs to you now." "Good answer. Stroke it, see if you can come. Let me see if my new plaything shoots a big load." "Gladly, sir. Thank you, sir. I don't deserve a good master like you." "You don't. So hurry up before I change my mind." I didn't have to hurry. I was so aroused it only took a few minutes, and I shot a load so huge most of my chest was covered. He tossed me a towel. "Clean up, boi. If you get any drip on the floor..." "I'll clean it, sir." "You're a natural at this." He smiled and looked relaxed. "Okay, no master/slave for a few minutes, just a couple of horny pigs. I heard about how much you loved sucking cock and I thought you'd make a good party pig. You liked it, right?" "Loved it... si..." I remembered he said to drop it for now and grinned. "Doesn't hurt to stay in practice. I've got plans for you... If you want to come back." I did come back, and learned his plans. He gave me a booty bump our second time, as well as pipe hits, then fisted me. Fisting was something else I wouldn't have considered before but loved every bit of it. He tied me up and blindfolded me and spent hours teasing me, and I found that amazingly hot. He invited half a dozen pig buddies over, to see and share his new toy. They all used me, even dual penetrating me. He's let me start training my own boi-toi, a twenty five year old twink, eager to please, and he loves the pipe like me. He pleases me, and we both please our master. Such a world of wild sex, And he keeps me so high. He calls me a meth whore, a dirty chem pig, and I know he's right, and I love it. I never knew this side of me was there, but I've found it, and revel in it. He's promised me a slam next time. He says he doesn't know what inhibitions I have left to shatter, but he's promised me it'll be even better than before. I can't wait.

Chapter XI It is now Saturday morning, the seventh day since I left home a totally straight man with a wife and came to another town for work and become a gay sex loving bottom cum dump and probably becoming HIV positive. What a week for sure. Had decided last night to go home and confront my wife with this, which I dreaded, but had fouled up and took another look at Steve, the hitcher I had picked up, and melted again and spent the night here again. He had a magic spell almost every time I looked at his magnificent cock, 12" and as big around as my wrist, that I found I could not resist. A glance at it pulled me towards it and soon it would be in me and pounding away at my hole. This with even finding out that he was HIV positive. Now after a week I had had a good two dozen loads of poz cum in my hole from him and his friend. This morning I finally called my wife, but just told her that work had wiped me out and was just going to stay here and relax and not come home till I was done. She was surprisingly ok with it. Now, however, I was going to rest up from being fucked half the night away. God, how I loved Steve's cock pounding away in my hole and seemed to not be able to get enough of it. After calling my wife I laid down to get some sleep. Sleep had been at a premium all week with the amount of sex we had had. Steve seemed to be almost insatiable which was fine with me as that meant his pole was in me that much more and I loved it. We both slept the entire morning away and finally got up just past noon. We laid there for a bit again and then both got up to hit the bathroom. I asked Steve what he thought we ought to do since it was the weekend and no work for me. He thought a couple of minutes and then told me we should head down to the sauna as he could use a good rub down. He told me I had about screwed him dry this week and we both had a good laugh at that. I told him I had never been to a sauna before. He smiled and told me I would love it. Nice rub down for the muscles and a little hot steam to work any other aches out. I told him it sounded good to me, let's go. We dressed and headed out the door. I was thinking this is just what I need, some relaxation time from the frustrations and anxieties I had had all week. This was so new to me, being fucked when most of my life I had been the one to fuck and only women at that. Now, well, I found being fucked to bring me more pleasure than I had ever felt before and craved more and more. It was wonderful and thrilling and totally fullfilling. We arrived at the sauna that Steve told me he had been to before that had some guys to give good massages. I thought that would be fantastic, just relax and let my muscles be rubbed and prodded to get the kinks out. Then into the steam room to let some nice heat relax me some more. This would feel good. We entered and paid our money and were buzzed in. Steve tole me we would save a few bucks by just getting one room for the two of us. Always like to save a few bucks. We got to the room and stripped down and it took about all the self control I had not to grab Steve's cock right there. I then followed him down the hallway to where the massage tables were at. There were three of them and separated by curtains overhead like in a hospital. We each chose a table and hopped on and soon a guy came in. I took a look and thought, nice looking guy, well muscled without being huge and dressed in some tight shorts and a kind of golf shirt with the place's name on the front. I glanced down, which was becoming a habit now, and noticed he had very nice bulge in the front of his shorts too. He asked if I want the front first or the back. I opted to have my front done first so I could look him over a little more. He started at my feet and worked his way up. As he leaned over I could see his ass under his shorts and it was a nice tight one. I decided he must work out pretty regularly. Looking at him sent my mind thinking about Steve which was not really the thing to do while watching the ass and at times the cock of the guy massaging me. By the time he got to the top of my legs my cock was hard under the towel over me and definitely makin somewhat of a tent there. He seemed to not notice it as he skipped over to my stomach and up to my chest and then to my shoulders. As he got there, he was looking into my eyes and my cock was definitely twitching now as he was damn good looking up close like that. I just couldn't seem to control myself. He finished with my front then and I was somewhat relieved when he told me to roll over. I rolled over trying to keep the towel somewhat covering my hardon but am sure he saw it anyway. Oh, well, he was a hot guy. I told him to start at my shoulders this time. He did and soon started down relaxing more and more except for my cock which didn't seem to want to go down. It didn't help that at times his cock bumped up against my arm at times as he rubbed me down and he seemed to be 'rising' to the occasion too I thought. As he got to my lower back I could hardly hold still and was trembling with the heat of the moment. I kept telling myself to calm down this is just a massage, but it didn't seem to help. He was leaning against the table then and his cock was pressed against my hand now at this point and then I felt my towel being removed and lotion being applied to my ass cheeks. I could feel his cock was hard now and it was all I could do to keep from grabbing it. He started to massage my ass and then I felt his fingers trail up my crack and I almost jumped off the table when he rubbed by my hole. He ran his fingers up and down my crack and kept rubbing my hole and then I felt a finger start to go around in a circle at my hole and I could not help but moan. As I did he pushed and with all the lube his finger started into my hole making me moan even more. I then could not help it as I grasped his cock through his shorts. He continued his assault on my hole and now had at least three fingers in me and moving them around and in and out and driving me crazy with desire as I rubbed his cock. He then withdrew his fingers making me gasp and I looked over my shoulder to see what he was doing. He pulled his shirt over his head and stepping back slightly from the table and making me lose my grip on his cock, pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them. He then stepped close again and I grabbed his bare cock now and started to stroke it as he again ran his fingers in and out of my hole. I was soon moaning with pleasure again. Then all at once he pulled his fingers out of me again and with one smooth motion rolled me onto my back. He then pulled his cock away from me and climbed up onto the table with me and was lifting my legs up and put them over his shoulders. He lined up his cock with my hole and with one hard thrust rammed his cock all the way to his balls in my ass. I groaned as that caught me by surprise but that passed quickly as he started immediately to pound my hole hard and fast. I found myself shoving my ass back at him as the fantastic feelings of his cock ramming my ass took over me. I found myself looking into his eyes as he stroked my hole with his cock and then was looking him up and down. I then noticed he had a tattoo around one of his nipples and I recognized it as a biohazard tat. Made me smile then as I knew then that I was going to receive another load of toxic cum in me. As he started to move faster and his breath was coming harder too, I knew he was getting ready to cum. As it approached I could feel my own cock starting the familiar tingle of my impending orgasm too. He then groaned and told me here it comes and as I felt his cock twitch and he rammed deep into me, my own cock erupted too. I noticed a movement just then too and looking I saw Steve looking around the edge of the curtain with a huge smile on his face.

Maybe I am just a little too real, but I would think very few real bottoms ever get stealthed. The need for raw cock and men's seed is indelibly planted in the back of their mind, and while we all spent some time resisting raw sex, we eventually succumb as that is what permeates every fibre in our body, the need for a man's cock and the need to have him plant his seed in us. Long before I became a cumslut, I knew I was. My ex also knew I was and he recalled how easy it was after three weeks of fucking me to get his cock into me bare - he new I wanted it raw and so did I. So him leading me down the path to conversion was really easy and long before he organised my conversion party he would subtly suggest how he would like to watch his mates bang me, how he would love to have threesomes with me, how the thought of sharing my arse with a group of tops turned him on etc. He knew my love of his raw cock and raw seed being pumped into me every day had me addicted and he knew I would do anything to make him happy. That is what bottoms do. Our first group sex excursion was with two neg tops who mainly took turns tagging my while my ex watched and took photos. I took two loads of each of them in different positions and when they left my ex took over, felching me before ploughing the arse off me twice on the silk trail. I was in heaven six loads from three beautiful cocks and never slept so well in my life with him spooning me while I lay there full of seed and knowing I had given every part of me to the three tops. I knew that night that I was history. I knew that any time a man wanted to put his load in me I would be powerless to stop it. Not long after that first encounter my ex tested poz. The initial shock for me was pretty bad as we had only been together a couple of months. After an awkward hour or so, he left the room and went into the bedroom, and then he called me. I walked in and he was naked, his lovely lean hairless body and long blond hair covering the bed and between his legs his magnificent 8" thick cut boner so hard his nob was almost purple. "You still going to wrap your arse around this baby?" I never said a word I just stepped out of my shorts, threw my singlet on the floor and mounted his pole. He knew I would, I knew I would so there was no pretence. The thought of him converting me made him horny as it was the first of three loads he pumped into me that night and each time he came I felt totally at ease with the fact that he was pumping hot seed into me. Once he knew I would take loaded seed our sex life became uncomplicated. He would always organise the tops to come and fuck me, just as he would organise my gangbangs if he took me to a backroom neither of us ever asked a top I just did as I was told and took the load neg or poz. We just assumed some would be neg some would be poz and from the time my ex converted we made a choice to ban condoms from our sex lives and that meant every cock I took had to be raw. Again I was powerless to rile against the situation as I loved being fucked six or seven times in a session and I loved the feel of different cocks, all shapes and sizes and loved the fact that I gave tops pleasure - my reward was their wadd. After three months and a good number of cocks had been through me apart from my ex's I still tested negative. That is when we talked and decided on the conversion party - five tops and my ex taking me as often as they could and wanted on a Saturday night/Sunday morning excursion at our place. He advertised and spoke to a few of our regulars to ascertain if they were poz and we deliberately picked the five co tops for good reasons - they were hung so they could bury their seed deep in me, the other being they were total tops so no seed got wasted in side play. We had a few replies so getting the right five was easy. I took load after load for five hours. I was in heaven, making sure I used my muscles to drain every drop out of the six of them each time they came in me. Funnily enough I was as grateful for the last load as I was the first. When we packed it in early Sunday morning the ex butt plugged me and he lay behind me pushing and turing the butt plug so that the seed in me kept moving. The only time the butt plug came out was when he got super horny and he deposited another load in me early Sunday morning. That did the trick. Did I get stealthed no , and it was so much more enjoyable knowing these beautiful men were fucking so hard, straining so hard to breed and convert me. It was so hot listening to them talk about who would be the one that actually knocked me up - how they encouraged each other to breed me and poz me. When they asked me did I want their poz seed I felt privileged to have their beautiful cocks in me and to be given their seed. I didn't come all night, I was rock hard all night but just totally got off on what the men were doing to me and long before this happened I knew it always would. I just didn't know how. My advice to any true bottom is if you feel you are going to end up that way - plan it - it is much better than being stealthed and you have no idea how poz tops fuck cosmically and often when they know they are trying to knock someone up. My tops had sweat dripping off them and gave me every bit of cock and seed they could and were so determined to breed me. They think they won but I think I did!

He let go with a shove and I went sprawling across the cell. By the time I got back to my feet he was gone. WTF was that all about?, I thought. My throat was sore from where his strong fingers had tightened and there was a strange heat in my crotch. There I was, left in the dim dark with a ragging hard on and a cold sweat. Several minutes passed and my cock had just gone down when I heard the key scrap into the door lock. Both cold sweat and hard cock sprang on me - again. I could feel the sweat trickle down to my ase crack and a big spot of precum stain appear in front of my shorts. Yeah I’m one of those whose cock is like a faucet. It's embarrassing at times as some girls think I’ve blown my load when I pull my boxers down and they are soaked in precum slime. Strangely my cum loads aren't overly large. Well, when the door opened the cop entered the cell, and paused at the door to lock it, leaving the keys in the lock and the covered the small grill look in with a poster or something. Sweat broke out on my forehead but I could also feel my leaking cock jerk hard in my shorts as he strode over to the bars of the cell. “Let’s get things straight. You do as your told boy, and you will walk out of here, you understand, boy?” I nodded dumbly. This definitely wasn’t going an experience I'd be able to laugh about with my buddies, I thought. “Get over here on your knees and face my crotch boy." Yup not going to be pleasant at all, I mumbled. I wasn’t gay and he just smirked and told me I’d better realise I’d no choice. I went over and got down on my knees head against the cold bars and my cock was practically pissing precum. WFT!!! His big hand went to the back of my neck and he mashed my face into the gap between the bars and thrust his uniformed crotch into my face grinding into my face with the rough material. He pulled back releasing my head and told me to unzip his flies, I reached through the bars and found the zip and a massive bugle angled to the right. Pulling down the zip I was told to reach in and pull out his cock and be careful. Reaching into his uniform my hand found the heat of his cock and realised he was commando, my fingers sort of grasped his soft thick meat and worked it free from his trousers, and a groan escaped his lips as his meat hit the air. He smirked as I gasped at the size of his cock and he wasn’t even hard, even semi I could not fully encircle his girth, his knob was a bulbous pink mound of flesh with a bead of precum glistening in the poor light. “Suck my cock boi and watch your fucking teeth or I’ll beat shit out of you!” he groaned Shit scared now as id never done anything with another guy, when I was younger and less built me could suck my own cock so had to think back on how I did it. Opening my mouth wide I slide the head into my mouth and gently closed my lips around his know and sucked gently. His cock lurched and jerked and I felt it swell even more filling my mouth. Something went through my head right then I was actually proud of the reaction this built cop was having with my mouth around his knob. He stood and groaned and I took that as a sign I was doing well and to slide a bit more of his hardening cock into my mouth. His big knob hit the back of my throat and I gagged and pulled off a bit so’s not to retch. Working the small amount of cock in and out of my mouth got him fully hard and groaning from the tongue and lip action. He began to pull back and I found myself leaning forward until my head was again lodged between the bars. He move quick then his hands shot through the bars and his baton came tight across the back of my neck forcing my head to angle up and back a bit. He took charge then and started to ease in and out of my mouth slowly working against the back of my throat. I started to choke and gag and retch and snot and tears came to my face as he forced more and more of his cock into my throat. Braced with the police baton id nowhere to go and struggled against the bars as his massive cock invaded my tight throat and only to pull back enough to allow me to catch a ragged breath before working back into my mouth to slowly inch down my throat. He finally stopped with about half his massive cock buried in my throat there was just no way was the rest going further at this time or angle. He pulled right out then and let me catch my breath and wipe the tears, snot and throat muck off my face. His cock stood out from his body at least ten inches, wrist thick and a massive set of low hanging balls. Fuck what was wrong with me I wanted him back in my mouth tasting his salty precum and musky smell. Only now as I breathed deep did I realise I’d blew my load in my shorts and had kept hard even as I was being violated with his hard cock down my throat. He was breathing heavy as he looked at me from below the peak of his police cap and his cock dancing in the air in front of us both. Suddenly a stream of piss arched out splashing me in the face and starting to drench me in acidic yellow liquid that I started to pull away only to be harshly told to stay the fuck where I was. His cock jerked and piss rained down on my head and face and chest totally drenching me and I was kneeling in a growing puddle with the smell assaulting my nostrils. I was disgusted and worse my cock was still painfully hard in my shorts aching to cum again. His huge cock finished pissing and I was ordered to lick the last dregs off his cock, I tasted his piss as my tongue met his knob and I cringed at the acrid taste. His cock had softened greatly from pissing and i enjoyed the spongy feel inside my mouth. Suddenly his handset burst into life and he lifted it and spoke into the mic, He understood the garble coming back at him and said he’d be right there. Clipping the mic back to his belt he pulled out of my mouth and walked to the door pushing his cock back into his uniform trousers with a grunt. He was gone leaving me sitting in a pool of piss and soaked through. Suddenly what I had done hit me and I was cold and shivering. I stripped out of my cloths and dried myself with a blanket from one of the beds and wrapped myself up in some others. What had happened began to play through my head and my cock rose to full aching hardness, I was totally disgusted with myself but also hoping he’d be back.

Dont listen to giftundpozempfangb, he hasn't taken into consideration that you are BI, meaning who knows in the future you may want to settle down and get married and most importantly have kids, if you become poz; it will be almost impossible to have kids; that is something you want to think about, me as a gay man, when all of my friends where out giving and taking loads, and living for the moment, i decided to wait it out, even though im a top; slipped a few times, but i decided to wait it out till something like PREP came along; now my wait has paid off and i can pursue endless barebacking adventures worry free, now most of my friends are poz, and riddled with health issues, such as high blood pressure, inflamed lymp nodes, and they catch the flu like a cat catches a mouse, make the smart decision and go on prep; 10 years from now you will be happy you did.

my first time getting fucked was in a restroom. i was young and shy and would go to restrooms to read the messages on the walls and jerk off. guy came in and sat in the stall next to me, and i guess he could hear me stroking my cock, because after a few minutes he reached under the stall and felt me up... and i let him, sliding off the toilet so he could have more access, feeling a rush. he went for my balls first (avoided my cock), then felt my ass up. he pulled his hand back under, but quickly returned, his fingers covered in lube... he went straight for my hole. when he saw i was not going to resist, he lubed my hole with his fingers. before i knew it, he had slid his legs under the stall wall, his hard cock between them...he pulled me over and guided me onto his cock, slid in and bred me. i was hooked after that

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My ultimate bareback fantasy would be to participate in a large, outdoor, public sex party. No dark backrooms, no blindfolds, just men fucking and getting fucked by strangers in front of hundreds of other men.

Alex wanted to make sure he understood what was being asked of him, "so, let me get this right, you want to pay me to seduce your boyfriend and try to fuck him raw and cum inside his ass?" Tommy confirmed, "yeah that's right. Like I said, I think he's been cheating and you'll be able to confirm that. And, if he is cheating then he deserves whatever he gets from you. So, how much?" Alex had been an "escort" for a few years. He thought he heard it all. Despite posting his HIV status, he still had a steady stream of clients. Nothing like this ever was asked, though. "$200 is my standard rate," Alex replied, "and I want it up front now; and I get paid whether he wants to get fucked or not." "Alright," Tommy reluctantly agreed. Two Days Later: Alex went to gas station that Tommy's boyfriend worked at, as agreed upon just past midnight. Tommy quickly spotted his blonde target, Eric, the moment he walked in. They both immediately locked eyes on each other; and it was obvious there was an instant attraction. Alex was tall and lanky, but quite toned. At 6 ft 2, and 160 pounds, his boyish looks continued to serve him even as he was nearing his 30th birthday. Eric was a "pocket gay" as some like to say - 5 ft 6, 115 pounds, 21 years old, part white, part latino with gorgeous brown eyes that Tommy could not stop looking into. Alex wasn't one for small talk or wasting time. When he's working, every minute counts. So, he quickly made his way to the counter and cut to the chase. "You're hot. I want to fuck your ass. When do you get off?" Alex said assertively, but somehow gently and reassuringly at the same time. Eric was caught a little off guard, "um .. well you're hot. but I have a boyfriend. so, i dunno." "Look," Alex quickly replied, "that's between you and him. I just want to fuck you. And I can tell you want it. I don't want no drama, so this is just between you and me. What time to do you get off?" Eric felt his small but thick cock growing at the thought of it and stumbled a bit as he responded "umm .. well .. i usually get off at 7. but um . i can take a 15 minute break whenever." "Follow me to the bathroom now then, " Alex requested. Quickly, Eric grabbed his keys, locked the glass doors to the gas station, and followed Alex into the restroom. Before Eric could lock the door, Alex was stripped down revealing a cock of average girth, but enormous length, and the prettiest cock Eric ever saw. "I don't usually do this," Eric said as he got on his knees and started immediately sucking on the beautiful cock presented to him. "Let's make this quick," Alex said, "I have to work soon," he said amusing himself at the irony of the situation. Alex pulled lube out of his jean's pocket and applied it generously. Eric was very quick to comply with any request. Within a minute, Alex was pumping every inch of his cock into Eric's ass with wild abandon. Eric's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he laid on the cold bathroom floor. Alex continued to hammer Eric's ass and then stopped for a moment leaving his cock inside Eric, "you never asked my status, you know?" Eric responded instantly, "i don't care. just keep fucking me. fuck me!!!" Alex pounded as hard as he could and Eric was trying to muffle his cries of pleasure. Within a few moments, Alex unloaded into Eric's ass, and Eric shot a load all over his chest, neck and chin. As they dressed, Alex let Eric in on deal, "Look, I think you should know: your boyfriend paid me to see if I could fuck you because he wanted to know if you were cheating on him." "What the fuck?!" Eric answered. "Here's the thing, though," Alex explained, "I love fucking your ass. So, I'm going to tell him that you didn't go for it; and then I'm going to keep fucking you whenever you want it." Eric was relieved; and excited to hear this because he was already wanting to take his new friend's cock again. The Next Day: "He didn't go for it," Alex explained to Tommy, " but I think he wanted to. I think he was just shy. I think if I saw him again, he would go for it. But, it will cost you another $200." To Be Continued ...

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The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

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Since becoming poz, I've always practiced safe fucking. I've never even thought about doing anything remotely unsafe - and I always spread the word about condom use among my friends. I'm a bottom so I never thought about being concerned with a neg top fucking me bare. transmission I assume is low. But I have this asshole friend of mine named Jake - or at least a guy I always run into because we have many friends in common. He thinks that poz guys who get knocked up do so because they are too promiscuous. He actually said "they fuck too much and don't know when to stop so I don't have any sympathy for them." I decided right then and there that my mission was to set up his ass some how. It also helped knowing he is a big fan of Disneyland, so putting everything I knew about Jake, I had the perfect idea to get poz cum up his hole - and I wasn't thinking one load. About six or seven months had passed and I decided it was time to make my move, and by good fortune I ran into Jake at a birthday party. I casually mentioned to him I was going to an amusement park in Anaheim with a group of guys and that we got a hotel room to make it an all weekend full of fun. I told him I had an extra ticket because someone had canceled. He ran the idea through his mind and asked me if he could buy the ticket from me. I told him that it would save me the trouble from being fucked over since the other guy had canceled on me. I also mentioned the other guy lived in Santa Ana and wasn't going to stay in the hotel room. After speaking to him, I ended up having him agree to sleep on the hotel room floor. We figured we wouldn't tell the front desk the room would have five guests staying instead of four. It was a big hotel room with two beds. I told him to bring an extra pillow. It was summer so there wasn't really a need to bring extra blankets. The next part of the plan was to now get poz tops into bareback fucking a negative asshole. I put an ad on a popular bareback site with the heading "Poz Tops Needed for Conversion Party." On the Wednesday before the Friday night sleep-over, I had 26 tops who responded. I had to separate those on the from the list those who were NOT poz, which reduced the number to 15, and then I did my best to eliminate the flakes, which reduced the list to 12. After talking to nine of them who gave me their number, I explained the plan. They were to stay most of the first night and take turns making trips to the restroom and seducing Jake to surrender his hole to them - bareback. It was probably going to be a challenge. I had nine guys who continued to express interest in the undertaking. During each interview, I jotted notes on how committed they seemed, how turned on they were from the scene, if they were really off meds and if they had ever pozzed a neg man before. Dick size played a small part, but I definitely wanted tops with bigger than average dick sizes. I also noted that a couple were able to give more than one load up an unsuspecting asshole. After I narrowed my search, I came up with the best three poz guys of the bunch. They had 26 inches of poz dick they could offer a hungry bottom. All three claimed to be aggressive and would not pull out early. One of the tops claimed to have pozzed up at least 14 men that he knew of for sure. Friday night came and the Jake arrived right after I did as planned. It was around 10pm. We planned to get a good rest and start off bright and early as soon as the park opened. Jake staked his blanket and pillow on the floor near the restroom. As he was about to lye down, I asked him if he was really going to sleep with pajamas with firetrucks all over. I told him that was kind of goofy and that he could sleep the way I do, bare ass naked. The other guys aren't going to look or care I pointed out, but it would stand out when he got up in the morning to shower. And besides, it was in the middle of summer. Soon after Jake and I had dozed off and the other 3 came trickling into the hotel room. They had no suitcases since they weren't going to stay the whole night. I had the biggest dick top sleep with me in my bed. The top in my bed held me by wrapping his arms around me with his dick resting along my crack. Too bad his dick wasn't going to slide up my hole. Jake was sound asleep while the other guys were waiting for my signal. The first guy I had go first went to the restroom. He was naked and had a semi-hard-on. He left the bathroom light on which provided me with a small amount of light just enough to watch the show, yet make the bottom feel comfortable that it was night. The top crouched down on his knees and starting rubbing Jake's body. One hand was feeling his arms, back and legs. The other hand was seducing his asscheeks and crack. The top also started to lightly tug on his Jake's dickshaft. Jake woke up with a rging hard-on. "Hey dude, what's going on?" Jake whispered. "I can't sleep and I'm really horned up. I was hoping you were a bottom," the top whispered back. Didn't take long before the top had his poz bare dick up Jake's ass. I could tell Jake was trying to be careful not to wake anyone up. The top played along. His dick sea-sawed back and forth, up and down his ass shoot. All of a sudden, the top thrusted hard for a couple stroked up Jake's ass as he was feeding Jake's ass with some grade A American poz cum. The top whispered, "My name is Brad, what's yours?" "Jake," he whispered back, "I don't usually fuck bareback." The top told Jake not to worry about it and went back in bed. About a half hour later another top did much the same thing. The previous top who had fucked already left for home. In no time, the second top with a nine inch dick was breathing heavy with desire as he was fucking Jake's hole. as predicted, Jake was on the receiving end of a poz load. Now there was only one poz top left, and he was a multiple orgasm top. The top nudged Jake awake and asked him if he wanted to share his bed because the other top left home to deal with an emergency. Jake was tired but complied. Jake's ass took a pounding. I decided to come out of the blanket and lay in my bed stroking while Jake was getting fucked over. Jake saw me but didn't seem to want to stop because of embarrassment. I egged them on, and walked over to the bed and began playing and stroking Jake's balls and dick. "Get your faggot hands off me!" Jake screamed. In this situation I knew I had the upper hand. I gestured 'fuck you' with my middle finger, accompanied with a loud retort "Fuck you! And I mean really, fuck you!" "I don't want your AIDS hands touching my balls and dick!" Jake screamed out. "So how many poz cum loads do you think you took tonight Jake? Just how many?" The top was breathless and about to squirt his fourth load up Jake's asshole. "I count six loads. Six poz creamy loads!" Jake looked at the top, who just shrugged with a lascivious smile. "Why didn't you tell me the guys were all poz?" "Why would it matter," I asked, "You never bareback, remember?"

What follows is true. This happened about 3 weeks ago (November 2014). Enjoy. I did. I am 22, 5'7, 120 pounds. I am bisexual, but only in the sense that two or three times a year I find myself craving cock enough to "go through with it." My first hookup was when I was several years earlier. I connected with a 30 year old guy through gay.com. We got together and he ruined me in his car. From that point on it was only a matter of time, I guess. I have long been a member of A4A, and until recently I thought that was the only place to look for dirty minded 40+ top daddies, who are, to be honest, my top interest. I like being treated like a boy slut by men old enough to be my father. I had met a few here and there, enough to learn how to properly shave my entire body, to fast for two days before sex, how to clean myself out perfectly. I even managed to find a 65 year old who lived a few miles from me and became, until recently, a regular fuck buddy, but a few weeks ago, after reading a story on breeding.zone, I decided to give BBRT a try. At first I wasn't sure if I should really put myself out as it seemed as if most of the guys were poz, but then the flood of older men in my area wanting to push their bare cocks into me kept me coming back. One guy in particular caught my attention, and led to the story that follows. Again, I have made no embellishments. This is true. We exchanged messages for a couple weeks. He was 50 whereas I was 22. I'm certain looking back that I must have been a cut of fresh meat on BBRT - skinny smooth twinks who love older tops, bareback sex, anonymous connections, glory holes, groups, and, what I now know caught his attention, stealth role-play. While I am by no means a bugchaser as the word 'stealth' might lead you to believe, I do go absolutely wild when I imagine a total stranger filming me as I take his condom covered cock up up my ass, only to have him take it off and 'force' me down and pump his cum deep in my ass while I beg him not to. My second fantasy is to meet a total stranger who has, without my knowledge, posted an ad online for anonymous tops to come fuck 'his boy'. Finally, I get off on the idea of being filmed doing any and all these things. I told him all this. I didn't know it at the time, but I as I wrote to him I was writing my own story. I had planned the hookup for weeks, even before I met him. I knew what I wanted and I knew I would find it. The only question was 'Who did I think could get me closest to making my fantasies come true?' This guy, however, fit the bill perfectly. He wrote me as if from his first message I was his boy, showing me photographs of another twenty-something year old guy for whom he had arranged a bareback gang bang. He also had a studio-quality video camera and also mentioned a small 'dungeon' in his basement, but it seemed as if he wanted to keep it for a surprise as he didn't provide any photographs. He did, however, show me his perfect seven inch cock. Had he been any bigger I might not have gone through with it as I've been fucked enough times to know that I can't handle much more than a seven inch dick. The rest of the package was equally appealing: he was a leather daddy type, not quite a biker but bald with a goatee, slightly stocky sporting a shaved cock and balls. I get off on that. He offered to host a week in advance, which made it the following Friday, instructing me to show up at 8:00 PM. He also told me to do exactly as he said, and in exchange for which he would "Make your wildest fantasies come true." I remember when he first said those words I made sure to tell him that if he ever did invite total strangers to use me, they would have to use condoms. He could fuck me bare, and I would take his load anywhere he wanted to put it, but I was clear headed at the time and drew a line between fantasy and reality. I don't remember exactly what he said but whatever it was, it worked. Now let me preface this by saying I would never list "party" in a hookup ad because of what I think it implies. There are too many people who are hardcore into things like tina for me to feel comfortable with associating myself with that group. However, on this particular occasion I had procured a healthy amount of molly from a friend, and had every intention of rolling my way through the best raw fucking of my life. I took two points before I got in the shower, and an hour later, as I was finishing up, I started to realize just how much fun I was about to have. I spent some time playing with my hole, making sure I was ready. I probably enema to an unhealthy extent, but it's critical to me that I am as clean on the inside as a human being can be. Finally finished, and pushing those last minute jitters out of my mind, I ate two more points, tucked six more into my sock, and hopped into the car. His house was in the suburbs of Denver, not too far but remote enough that no one would care what went on there. He opened the door and pulled me inside by the back of my neck. He was smoking a cigar. I was trembling uncontrollably. The molly had set in and I knew in a matter of minutes I would be doing some of the dirtiest things imaginable. "Good boy" he said, as he lead me down a dark staircase into a room flooded with red light. What I saw was entirely new to me. I have never been to a bathhouse or sex club, but after spending a night in this man's basement, maybe that isn't true. The room was about 20x20. Carpeted. The first thing that caught my eye was a large camera on a tripod in the corner. I had never seen a camera that large before. In the center of the room was a very nice king size bed. Other than two side tables that I'm sure were only there to hold the lube, condoms, and handcuffs I saw, the room was empty, but felt complete. This place was made for forbidden sex. "Strip," he ordered as he left me in the center of the room, returning to the tripod. I obeyed as he asked "What are you going to do tonight?" "Anything you tell me to." "Anything?" I hesitated for a moment, still unsure of what I had gotten myself into. "Yes." Just as I finished taking off the last of my clothes, he pulled out his phone with a devious looking grin, took a photo of me, and sent what was either a lengthy text message or many short ones. [Master filming his boy take loads in private dungeon NOW] My little boy needs cum from total strangers. Perfect hole. Send face and cock for daddy. PLAY ALONG.

For me the desire(..and 'need') to bareback overrides the fear of HIV. After seroconverting, my physician told me to get on with my life as I wish, that I will not die from HIV. I freely bb and got more and more wild enjoying rough anon sex, not caring for others and have no fear for myself knowing I am already poz.....is this the freedom you want? Several years later, I contracted Hep C....obviously thro rough sex. This hit me like a bombshell as hep c treatment is expensive, difficult and not always effective. I truly feel 'dirty' and 'unclean' ending up rather depressed...knowing I am now in the league of not horny lads but league of the depraved. I now can end up very ill with few readily available treatment. Fortunately, I was able to get on a trial of new oral medication which in a free market, meds and fees can cost $150 to 200K....! The side-effects can be quite severe. During the 6 months treatment, I experienced anaemia resulting in extreme tiredness, skin rash, depression and total impotence, even viagra did not help. Also alcohol which relaxes me is forbidden. I am still not sure if this new med had cured me of hep c yet.

Hey guys, I posted this a while back in the "Sex with enhancements" folder, but a lot of guys have asked me about my experience being pozzed, and I try to refer them to this posting but always have trouble finding it. So I am posting the account here. With just a few minor changes "to protect the innocent" LOL this is how it happened. * * * * I guess it is time for me to tell the account of how I was pozzed. It was 1997, I was 31 and I had been chatting with a guy named Stan from San Francisco on-line (anyone remember IRC?) at the time chatting on-line was a strictly text based affair – though with some trouble you could ftp a guy’s pic. At 42 Stan was older than was I, but I’ve then always been attracted to older men, and Stan was really good looking with cropped salt-and-pepper hair and dark beard, hairy – just the way I like them! Anyway, in our chats the question of bare fucking had come up and I admitted that I fucked bare from time to time because I thought it was really hot, but that I was really selective about the guys with whom I did so, that I got to know them first, etc. He replied that he was the same way. After we had been talking for a few months I found out that I was going to be able to attend a conference in San Francisco for work and I excitedly let Stan know that I would be visiting his home town. He generously offered to let me stay with him, and I accepted. The conference was going to run from Wednesday until Saturday around noon and he said that Saturday afternoon he would show me around the Castro (where he lived) and we could hit some of the bars that night. Sounded good to me! I even arranged to take a personal day and fly back on Monday so that Stan and I could go out on Saturday night and not worry about me needing to get up early on Sunday for a flight. The conference came around and was actually one of the better conferences I’ve attended - I enjoyed it and learned a lot. Stan was a great host – helping me figure the public transportation system, and giving me a key so I could let myself in and out of his place. We even fooled around Thursday night. Nothing major, but it ended in a hot 69 and we blew loads down each other’s throats. On Saturday, true to his word, Stan showed me around the Castro and even took me out to dinner. When we got back to his place we went into the living room and Stan informed me that he had invited a few buddies over for a couple beers – then he said we would all hit the bars together. Once again, sounded good to me. Shortly after that the door bell rang and Stan let in this really hot looking guy who was probably around my age, but easily 6’3” and #215, also bearded with really hot green eyes. After introductions (I honestly don’t remember his name), Stan told us to get to know each other in the living room while he went and got drinks, going into the kitchen and was in there a while. I was having a good time talking with this new guy, so I wasn’t really paying attention. I remember hearing Stan talking on the phone, but I didn’t try to eavesdrop or anything – I was engaged with a guy I was hoping was going to fuck me later that night. Little did I know. Stan came back a while later with three beers and handed me one. He handed one to the other guy and then lifted his beer up and toasted to me and my visit. We all drank. I was looking to get a little loose, so I took several gulps fast before lowering my beer, and a couple more good swigs shortly thereafter. And that is when I began to feel it – a feeling that felt like I was getting really drunk. But I had only had half a beer! Sure, I gulped it down, but I knew myself. I didn’t get drunk that quickly. Turns out of course that Stan had drugged my beer and had been planning to do this all along. He hadn’t invited a few buddies over, he had invited 16 guys over. I came to learn that Stan was well known for his bareback parties – where frequently there was a "guest of honor" whom he lured in through the internet. This night I was that victim - errrrrr - guest. It didn’t take long before I was in a serious (but very pleasant) fog – Stan knew what he was doing in terms of dosing. I heard the doorbell ring and a couple more guys arrived. As he was answering the door, Stan called out to the other guy in the room, “Take him down to the basement. I’ll be down in a minute.” The guy lead me to a door and I compliantly went with him. My coordination was bad and I was really stumbling so the guy had me swing my arm around his shoulder and lean against him as we made our way to the back of the condo to a door. He lead me down some stairs and into a play area that Stan had not before shown me. There were a couple of slings, a platform with a queen-sized mattress on it covered in a black plastic sheet, and several other spaces with cushions and benches and stools where guys could pair or group off and enjoy each other. The guy I was with suggested I get undressed and try out one of the slings. I had no problem with that - seemed like exactly what I wanted to do! It took a little help from him to get my clothes off – my coordination was completely shot by the drug, but after a few minutes I was naked and he helped me into the sling. I heard the basement door open and shut and Stan was coming down the stairs. “Get him ready” he said and the other guy went over to a table and got what looked like a ribbon and a handi-wipe packet. The ribbon turned out to be a rubber tourniquet and the handi-wipe packet an alcohol pad. Next thing I knew the guy had my arm pinned under his arm and the tourniquet was wrapped around my bicep. Stan had a small syringe and he expertly found a vein and quickly injected me. I had never so much as even seen Tina before, much less slammed! When the other guy pulled the tourniquet off I felt the flash and rush, my heart racing, for a moment I thought I couldn’t breathe and then I was hit with the cough. Several coughs. I was sure I couldn't breath. There was a moment of panic but it was vague and removed - I guess because of the drug I had been given earlier. And then, dear god, the horniest feeling I had ever had rushed over me. I just started saying "Oh fuck me, oh fuck me, oh fuck me!" over and over again, and the feeling of need to have a cock in my hole was overwhelming. Stan, with a wicked smile on his face said, “Oh yeah, I think he is ready." As he put a little lube on my hole and on his cock he told the other guy to go ahead and open the door for the other party goers. My friend the bear climbed the stairs as Stan pushed his cock into my hole. While Stan was fucking me I watched man after man enter the basement. They all got naked, lots of them undressing themselves while keeping their eyes on the action taking place in the sling. Several guys egged Stan on and commented on the hot piece of ass he had found for this week's party. I have no idea how long Stan fucked me. I know several other guys fed me their cocks while he was fucking me, and I sucked them all gladly. Eventually Stan blew his load in my ass, pulled out and walked over to my head, saying "Suck me clean." I eagerly complied. As soon as his cock was planted in my mouth Stan asked to the crowd of guys "Who's next?" Another man quickly took up position at my hole and pushed in. I got fucked all right. From about 8:00 p.m. Saturday until about the same time on Sunday, all 16 guys invited to the party fucked me at some point. (At least so Stan told me when I chatted with him on-line a few days later when I was home – for me the night was mostly a blur.) While I don't remember much of what happened, I do remember a black man wish a huge cock taking his turn and screaming out in pain as he shoved his entire cock into me in a single violent thrust. But as much as it hurt, as soon as the screamed had exited my throat, I was begging him to fuck me. I loved that hurt! Another highlight was being double penetrated by two really beautiful muscle studs. Again, it hurt like hell, but this time I didn't scream I just begged for them to wreck my ass and flll it with their cum. In that on-line conversation I had with Stan days later (holy hell was the flight home torture - five hours in coach with an ass sore and still oozing blood from the abuse it had taken) he informed me that all of the guys who had been at the party were poz, several of them had full blown AIDS. Of course I was freaked out – but strangely not in a bad way. I know I probably should have been angry with Stan, but I wasn’t. I never did get the fuck flu, but at my regular four-month testing interval (about three months after the conference), I tested poz. I was online that very day sharing the new with Stan who congratulated me and welcomed me to the brotherhood. Strange thing – the greatest impact the experience had on me in terms of my behavior is that it actually scared me away from Tina for another 12 years! The intense rush I got that night was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Way too fucking good to be natural. It was literally so good it scared the hell out of me. Even now that I am a regular partier - I still rarely slam. I can count on one hand the number of times I have done it since, and each time I do, I get a little uneasy - nothing should feel that good....it just isn't natural. Why do I have the feeling that I'll be doing slam #6 real soon?

A good job he didn't wrap his present.

Have had similar fantasies about being roofied and gangbanged. I don't want to be passed out though. I want to know what's happening the entire time...just not able to do anything about it.

This story is hot

"Talked him into" lol....he had a bf out of town. I think he was looking to load you up and just said safe to get you over. He's fucking his bf bare and doesn't want to use a condom if he's used to it.

I just got back from an adventure I did not expect ..I met a guy on line about 5 pm yesterday afternoon..he invited me to his place…when I got there about 7 pm last night..he offered me a drink..then he asked if I ever slammed I said only a few times…so he got his stuff out and he did me first..i coughed..it was stronger than I ever had before and I was in extasy…I wanted to just start fucking….before I knew what was happening 5 other guys came in the room took me to a dungeon downstairs..put me in a sling and I was fucked by all of them for several hours… I can not even remember how many loads I took..they also used an anal fuck machine on me and strecthed my hole open fucking wide…it hurt …but then I was slammed again and all I wanted was to get fucked…I was fucked for more than 24 hours..i was offered Viagra so I could fuck one of them…I dropped a load in two of them….i am exhausted…..and my ass is sore….kinda…it looks like it will be open for a few days ..they really opened me up…one dude was 10 inches at least and thick…he fucked me after the others did the first time and they used a fuck machine on me before he did…he slid in easy…they all did after that…I am still a bit high…..but feeling fucking good….i never was fucked so much ever before….have had a few3 somes..but this was my first time getting gang banged….i was loving every minute of it cause they kept slamming me and keeping me high…

Sounds like we have a cumdump in training, we never realize what we truly want until it happens, great story hope there is more of the story coming

I got steathed, but it was after I had converted to positive. For a time I practiced safe sex to avoid reinfection. It sounds crazy now, but there you are. Anyway, I insisted on condoms and twice that I know of, a top tricked me into taking his cum. Once it was a broken condom. The top seemed quite unconcerned, even happy to discover that the condom broke. Another time I was at the porno theater and top wanted to fuck me. I insisted on a condom and he agreed. But after he'd bred me and was out of my ass, I noticed he wasn't wearing it. He seemed amused by my objection to what he had done. Now I wish I had sought out men to trick me into taking their poz cum. The idea of a top tricking me into being his cum dump, maybe knocking me up, turns me on. And I figure it might have made them even more aggressive fucking me. Thinking about it has me boned right now.

so fucking hot!!! love to see it get more twisted and raunchy

movie material....

I love BBC also... I like it when the TOP will talk nasty, about taking his dirty black cock in my "cunt"...

I wanna be tied down and blindfolded and used rough and hard by monster cocked men of all kinds. Hot guys or trolls doesnt matter as long as that cock is big and diseased i wanna be used like a piece of trash until my hole is destroyed gaping and leaking cum. I want it filmed so i can finger that cum in my ass and jerk off to the desecration of my body

It's been months since my last load, i woke up on monday and decided today is the day. I contacted a top guy that bred me before and we worked out the details. he's a hot daddy, married and aggressive. i started out sucking him and i thought that's how i would get his load, but he had other plans. he was standing and and i was laying on my back sucking him, deep throating and he got physically aggressive and started beating my nut sack, it was painful and i cried out and he told me to shut up. this went on for what felt like 15 min. he then turned me around and raped my ass, literally. i've never experienced such pain in that way and felt such anger and aggression. all i could do was let go and please him and wait for him to finish. he bred me with a nice load that i carried around all afternoon. i can't wait to see him again.

I like anonymous sex in darkrooms or gloryholes in the saunas or sex clubs.

I prefer anon places such as saunas and sexclubs. No time wasted chatting etc, just me and cocks...

Darkrooms. Then I don't know if they're ugly, and can imagine the guys are all hot. Plus I don't know who I fuck or get fucked by.

Just had a guy that works at my gym and his bf come over. Quick spit roast and only got one load up my ass but swallowed the other. Talked to bf after and was fingering the cum out of me while talking to him.

shot my poz load not even through half the story

Holy fucking shit! That story made me shoot my load in record time! Fucking hot!!

I had a friend whore me out at a bathhouse. It was a hell of a night. Would like to do it again.

I don't really understand why someone would seek the virus out. I was reckless and the result was HIV; it wasn't like I was actively seeking it. The one benefit to getting the virus has been knowing my health status. I know so much more about my health now then I ever did before. Otherwise, even though I only take a pill a day, I don't like having HIV in the back of my head all the time.

My one I doubt would ever be fulfilled as to arrange it or go looking for it would mean giving consent. But I would want to be really raped. Just walking along minding my own business when a guy or group of guys tackle me and give me the roughest, brutal, cruel fucking I've ever experienced.

I felt the same way! I would post vids to xtube and love the attention until I got off. Then I would delete the vids. I decided to do the samething in posting to a site where you can't delete it. Found raunchyfuckers through this site and one super horny day I uploaded it. Watching the upload bar near 100% was such a turn on knowing this video was now out of my hands. 200,000+ views later I'm still happy my vid is up. I need to get around to making more!

I love being treated like the whore I was born to be. I love being nothing more than a fuckhole, a receptacle for sperm, a slut who is only good for pleasuring cocks. Oh, and I love to feel cum dribbling out of my used hole and down my ballsack.

This has been a hot fantasy of mine lately -- I still have yet to try it, but have discussed it with a regular buddy of mine as something we plan to do sometime. Luckily we're both willing to be the one who gets whored out, so when we do it we're going to take turns pimping each others holes out for loads. The bottom will have no say in the matter, and won't be done until his "pimp" is satisfied that he's taken enough bare dick and cum. Ideally we'll both end up with sloppy, dripping holes when all is said and done!

Just because we're all twisted pigs, here's a picture of me immediately after doing my biggest-ever slam just a few hours ago.

PART THREE As Eric started sending out his mass text Matt helped me too my feet, took me by the hand and led me out of the kitchen. I could feel cum dripping from my ass and running down my leg as I walked into a spacious dinning room that adjoined the kitchen. We turned down a short hall way and Matt opened a door that lead to a staircase heading down to a basement. Leading the way Matt flipped on the lights and headed down stairs. I gasped, the basement was nothing like the rest of the modern but conservative house. The walls were all painted black, and the floor was polished concrete with a drain in the middle of the room. Hanging from the ceiling by silver chain was a black leather sling, just next to the door was a strange waist high bench with restraints attached to it’s four legs. All over three of the walls were pictures of naked men. Some were just posing but others were mid-fuck, there were even some close ups of cock sliding into bare asses that made my hole tingle to look at. The far wall though was a massive shelving unit which held sex toys of every sort the number of dildos alone was staggering. Matt wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered, “Where gonna have some fun with you tonight boy.” His once again hard cock was pressing against my cum dripping hole, “It’s not every day that a cute little otter like you gets his cherry popped and learns he can’t live without cock.” He tweaked my nipples and lead me over to the bench, bending me over so that my arms landed right where the restraints on the legs were. It suddenly made sense; this bench was a fuck bench to turn a man into just an upturned hole to be used. This time however, Matt did not strap me down, but instead just slid his cocking to my eager hole. He bottomed out and I felt his balls against mine and then he leaned forward so that he could keep whispering in my ear as he deep fucked me. “After I breed your sweet sweet hole again I’m gonna strap you up in the sling for the night. I want you to be able to see what’s coming at your hole while my friends use you. They’ll really teach you how to be a good little cum dump. Then if you still want more, we’ll strap you to this bench and point your ass at the door and let anyone who wants to come over and sink their cock into your wet cunt.” I moaned as Matt picked up his pace. “You know I could tell from those pictures that Eric sent me of you with his cock all the way down your throat that you were a cockslut even if you didn’t know it then. You haven’t even touched your cock this whole time. You know that your cock means nothing when a real man’s dick is in the room.” He started to slam into me harder, I whimpered my agreement, “Your body is meant for men to use, your holes for getting them off. You know that now don’t you boy?” “Yes,” I agreed breathlessly. “By the time you leave here tonight your hole will never be a tight little pucker again, you’ll always be ready for a real man to sink his cock into your spunk hole, and you will thank me for it.” He was hammering away now, punctuating his words with deep slams of his cock. I pushed my ass back against his cock trying to swallow more of it. “You had better keep these four loads in your hole boy, cause it’s all the lube you’re getting tonight.” Matt slammed harder and harder, his breathing becoming ragged, “Ready for another load cumdump?” “YES, BREED MY HOLE! I NEED YOUR SPUNK,” I screamed. “That’s a good bitch.” His cock pulsed violently in my hole and he slammed home, dumping his cum deep inside of me for the second time in a hour. This load felt even bigger then the first and the glorious worth that radiated from his cum filled my entire body. Slowly he pulled out and muttered, “Stay there cunt.” I lay on the fuck bench with my cum filled ass in the air as Matt walked away to the far wall and picked something up off the shelf. When he returned I felt something new pressing against my hole. “Open up and take this plug so that none of those loads fall out of your wet pussy boy.” I relaxed my hole and relished the feeling of the thick plug sliding home till it locked in my ass sealing in Matt and Eric’s loads. “Alright, let’s get you in the sling then.” Matt helped me up and half led half carried me to the sling where he hoisted me up locking my arms and legs in place. He smiled at me, laying there with my legs spread wide strapped to the sling and my hole exposed to anyone who walked down into the basement. “Fuck that’s a hot furry cunt,” Eric said, coming down the stairs, “You dumped another load in him didn’t you?” He said teasingly to Matt. “Well you got two off in his new spunk hole so why shouldn’t I?” “True. You’re gonna love what I have planned for you boy,” Eric came over to the sling and gave a slight pull on the plug, “By the end of tonight, this thing won’t even stay in your ass you’ll be so loose and sloppy.” Somewhere else in the house the doorbell rang.

PART TWO My face flushed as I looked at Matt, his husband’s still hard cock stuffed up my spunk filled hole, but Matt just smiled. He had a short cropped red and brown beard, muddy brown hair and bright green eyes set into a strong manly face. Quickly he shucked his shirt exposing a broad chest covered in ginger fur with large pink nipples. His pants were the next to go and then he stood there in just a bulging jock strap smiling at me. “Well boy get my husband’s cock out of your cunt and come suck my cock.” With a tiny bit of reluctance I stood up, Eric’s cock sliding from my juicy hole, and walked over to Matt. He smiled and pushed me to my knees, I felt cum drip from my hole. “Go on,” he said thrusting the engorged pouch of his jock at my face. I pulled the fabric to the side, and released his massive cock. It looked, if that was possible to be even thicker then Eric’s his balls certainly were larger and all around the base grew thick dense coarse ginger pubes. I didn’t waist any more time, there was no more confusuion or conflict, I had been presented with a man’s cock and it was my job to service it. Opening my mouth wide I began to slowly work Matt’s still swelling cock down my throat, swallowing hard when it hit my tonsils. “Holy shit Eric,” Matt said, forcing my head down till my nose was in his pubes, “Where did you find this boy?” “He got distracted while he was jogging by and literally fell into the yard. I knew he would make a hot little furry cumdump as soon as I saw him. Told me he was straight and then he swallowed my cock to the root.” They both laughed. “Don’t think you’re straight any more do you boy? Not with Eric’s load dripping out of your cunt.” I shook my head. “Good. Did you like taking his load?” I nodded, still sucking hard on his cock. “Do you want my load up your cunt?” I nodded again. “Your cunt is hungry isn’t it boy, you want all the loads you can get don’t you?” More nodding. “Good, because by the time tonight is over your hole will be one dripping cum filled mess.” My cock twitched and my hole winked at the thought. “You sure this boy was a virgin when you sunk your cock into him,” Matt asked Eric, “Cause damn he can suck cock!” “With how tight his little cunt was, there’s no way I didn’t pop his cherry.” “Then he’s just one talented cocksucker. Shit, you keep sucking my cock like that boy I’m gonna blow my load down your throat not up your cunt.” I tried to pull off of his cock, but Matt’s hands held me in place; I wanted that cock and load in my ass more then anything. “Don’t think he likes that idea,” Eric said. “No, neither do I,” replied Matt and he released me to spit out his cock. “You ready to get bred again boy?” “Yes please,” I gasped still trying to catch my breath from deep throating Matt’s cock. “Then turn around and show me that pussy.” I spun on the spot, bent over, stuck my ass in the air, and reached back to spread my cheeks for him. He gave an appreciative groan and got down behind me laying his fat cock on my ass crack. “Nice tight little ass with a worked-out loose cum filled furry hole, prefect,” He lined up his cock and sank it into my stretched out pucker in one move. I moaned, bucking back on his cock like a bitch in heat. Matt wasted no time with slow fucking and skipped right to the rough pounding. He grabbed my hips and started to slam his cock in and out of my hole. Using Eric’s cum he pounded my hole without mercy reducing me to a limp whimpering mess. How could I ever have thought that I was something else? Nothing I had ever done with a girl had felt this good, this right. I was kicking myself for resisting what I had always wanted for so long, to be a bottom boy cumdump for big manly tops. Matt pulled out of hole and smacked my as saying, “get on your back, I wanna see your face as I breed you.” I flipped over and grabbed my ankles pulling my toned muscular legs out at right angles exposing my hole once more. Matt got between my legs and slammed his cock back inside of me. He bottomed out so hard that I saw stars for a second, but Matt didn’t miss a beat he just kept on pounding. “I told you he had a sweet cunt,” Eric said and for the first time sense Matt’s cock had entered my hole I noticed him standing behind Matt fisting his hard cock like mad. “I’m gonna load you up boy, you ready for my cum?” “Please shoot your load deep inside of me,” I begged. “Take my fucking load you little faggot,” Matt yelled and he bottomed out once more and his cock launched shot after shot after shot of thick hot cum into my wrecked guts. His cock had no sooner stopped twitching then Matt pulled out, but much to my joy his cock was quickly replaced with Eric’s once more who after only two quick strokes shot another big load deep in my new cunt. Eric caught his breath for a moment and then he too pulled out. “Nice find babe,” Matt said to Eric kissing him. I ran my hands down my hairy sweat soaked chest, past my still hard but somehow so irrelevant cock, to my hole. I felt the soft mushy walls of my once tight sphincter and felt the slick cum that was slowly leaking from it. Easily I slid first two fingers then three and four inside myself and started to twist them in and out like Eric had done earlier. “Fuck look at him,” Matt said, “You still want more don’t you kid?” Guiltily I looked up, but said with hunger in my voice, “God yes.” “I’ve got an idea, keep fingering that hole,” Eric said, and he grabbed his phone and shot several shots from different angles including a close up of all four of my fingers which were now covered in cum stuffed in my hole. “We’ll start with a few thick dicked friends our ours and if that’s not enough then we’ll widen the search.” “Alright well we’re not gonna leave him here in the kitchen so I’ll take him down stairs and get him settled in while you find this new slut some more loads.”

I will take a fist from any guy that wants my hole. I can tell in 15 seconds if he knows what he is doing. I have been fisted by many men, and I will even say it's better then dick, but unfortunately a fist does not shoot cum in your ass. Once you get a fist in your ass, you'll wonder why you have denying yourself of it all this time.

very hot... love it that you cant turn down a third slam.. he had you .. made you his slam whore.. nice..

MascMountainMan said it BEST - "On the plus side: In general, guys who are poz tend to be a lot more fun than guys who are neg. Of course, that's because what makes them fun is what got them infected. But once you convert, you've got access to pretty much as much slutty guilt-free sex with poz guys as you like. It's also pretty much a complete license to never use condoms again. When I was neg, there was the little voice telling me that letting complete strangers breed my ass all the time probably wasn't too smart (I never listened to it...as a bottom, I craved guys unloading inside me, and as a top, I almost never could maintain a hardon with a condom). Once I converted, there was absolutely nothing at all restraining me from barebacking all the time (with the caveat that I'm open with potentially neg partners prior to sex so they can make an informed decision)." I know part of what makes me more fun is what got me poz in the first place.... I do like the freedom it gives me to have slutty guilt free sex including letting total strangers use me as a dump!! The downsides are - #1. Meds are ridiculously expensive. My BF and I each have prescription plans so we are covered 100%. IF we had an 80% co pay which most people have it would still be a huge out of pocket expenses as a 90 day supply costs us $4143 CAD. It would still be over $800 out of pocket co-pay. The point is EXPENSIVE!! #2. Having to disclose to everyone or have the bareback "debate" - You are poz you should not bareback. think of others, etc etc etc. I tell everyone upfront. I post it in my profiles. and I do not hide it. Some people chose to not chat, talk, or whatever... that is their issue not mine. better to know ahead of time than before it is too late. (Hmmmmm.... Maybe that is not a downside)