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Have had 2 hookups with this 'straight' (probably bi) college dude. The first time he came over he thought I would have condoms (I did not) but said his main issue was hygeine so if my ass was clean and showered we could go bare, you know, just this once. The fuck was fast but amazing and a massive load was dropped in me. He texts me about a week later saying he 'needs dat puss' and so comes over. I'm sucking him good and his cock is rock hard, as only a 20 year-old can be, and he tells me to bend over. I hear him ripping open the condom wrapper and I'm disappointed, especially after that amazing load he left last time. I spin around and begin fellating him with a vengeance and he gets wobbly-legged and has to lay down. As he lays there in blow job bliss, I kick the half opened wrapper to the floor and work my way up his torso to those beautiful, caramel nipples. While he's all blissed out and pre-cumming like a mothefucker, I straddle him and start rubbing my hole against his cock - still suckling at those luscious pecs. There is so much pre-cum now I have little difficulty maneuvering him into my hungry hole. I hold down his arms and legs so he can't do much except squirm and moan while I pull every power bottom move out of the book: slow stroke, clenching, reverse cowboy, jackhammer, etc. I'm a bigger dude so I can do the 'booty shake' and it was the ass-clap/clench combo that gave that guy the most intense orgasm of his young life. I have rarely had so much cum in my ass from one load. He looked adorable and kind of helpless as he stumbled around the room trying to gather his underwear and things, but having to stop from time to time to just mutter, "oh damn, oh fuck, oh damn...", and absently-mindedly tug his still half-hard cock, like he couldn't quite believe what happened I think I've shown him the truth and the light of the bareback way - he's over here again in about 20 mins and sent this pic saying he couldn't wait to, "nutt dat puss". Damn, I love a 20 year old dick!

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

Fucked my first freshman ass of the new semester. Best thing about living in a college town is the unending supply of fresh, naive 18-19 year old bois. He didn't say if he was a virgin and I didn't ask, but his ass was so tight it took me forever to get balls deep in him, mostly because he would not stop squirming. Once I got into him and his hole started to open up to accept my cock, he relaxed enough to let me give him a good, long fucking. Ended up fucking and breeding him three times. He is so my type, smooth, innocent acting/looking, and 100% twink. Sent him home about an hour ago, but he'll be coming back over on Monday for more.

Thanks all for the likes and comments. It really is good to hear that you enjoyed the story.

A friend of mine, Jeff. recently told me about this. He recently visited a friend of his, Dale, in a nearby big city. Both Jeff and Dale are gay, but they have never made out with each other. On this visit Dale and Jeff were watching videos and drinking. Dale popped a dvd into the player. In the scenes that played, two fighters were fighting each other. No shirts, no shoes, no gloves. They were only wearing loose shorts. The fighters were in a cage of sorts. It was a no holds bar fighting. They were beating the hell out of each other. Finally one of the fighters fell to the floor. After several seconds had passed, a referee outside the cage called the fight, declaring the one standing the winner. At which time the winner dropped his shorts and pulled a big cock out. He gave it a few quick strokes while looking down at the other fighter. The winner then reached down and jerked the shorts off of the other fighter. He then got down and forcibly slammed his bare cock into the defeated fighter's ass. The winner, hard and fast fucked the defeated fighter for several minutes until he came in his ass. Pulling out. Jumping to his feet with his hands in the air in victory. Jeff looked at Dale, and said "What the fuck!" Dale explained that he got the dvd from a friend who had recorded it off of a streaming video. The videos are from a private stream. The fights are real. It is a fight club with a twist. You take all of the rules from the movie basically. However the looser gets fucked by the winner. No extra lube. No condoms. Either you win and drain your nuts, or you loose and you get your ass raped. There is no option of not fucking. You can clean out and prelube just encase you loose. If you loose, you will be fucked wither you are conscious or not. There was a total of five fights on the dvd. At one point Jeff realized that both Dale and him had their cocks out slow stroking. At which point Jeff had a realization. He had noticed when they first meet that Dale had some old bruises and scabs on his face and hands. Jeff did not think twice about it because Dale is in construction. Jeff also noticed that whenever the winning fighter slammed his cock into the loser, Dale would winch in pain just for a second. Jeff never did ask. Ever since I heard of this I have been looking all over the internet for this. I have not found it yet. For some odd reason this is hot to me. Does anyone have a clue? Do you have any suggestions on how to find such things?

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Part II. “Wait here,” I said, smirking to my new filthy friend. He didn’t believe that I was coming back, let alone that I was bringing reinforcements. He pulled up his pants and shuffled behind me to the doorway of the restroom. I walked out to the car, looking over my shoulder and winking. My boy was sitting there, on his phone, looking at hook-up apps. “You ready for some action right now?” He smiled, thinking I meant we could fool around now. “Is the coast clear in there for some rest stop action?” he asked. "Not exactly. Just follow me.” My boy got out of the car, and I realized that he was already hard, with a dark spot of precum leaking through his shorts. He saw the unattractive surly stranger in the doorway immediately, as his phone vibrated with an incoming message. He chuckled, and sent a message, before slipping the phone into his pocket, and practically running up to the hairy man, shirt still unbuttoned. My boy leaned in to kiss him and twisted his puffy nipples in his fingers. The stranger smiled at me and dragged my boy into the bathroom, back to the stall where I had bred him just a few minutes earlier. As I entered the bathroom, I saw the man on his knees, slobbering all over my boy’s dick, already hard, his pants already pulled down. He had his hands at his own ass, fingering out my cum, and the cum that was already there when I got to him. With his fingers streaked with seed, he started working them into my boy’s ass. I knew my boy wasn’t shy, and didn’t mind taking cum from strangers. In fact, it turned us both on, especially not knowing the man’s status or health, and as in confirmation of as much, my boy was moaned in pleasure as the guy gurgled on his cock and teased his asshole. I fished out my sticky cock and fisted my hard-on as the guy bent over for my boy, just as he had for me. My boy eased in as the guy pushed back to meet his thrusts. “How many loads you got in you, man?” “Not sure,” he grunted back, “but you’re at least the fifth or sixth guy in me today." "Cum slut,” my boy grunted in reply, fucking him even harder than before, his balls slapping against the stranger’s ass, as cum started forcing its way out of his hole, practically splashing between them. “You want my load, man?” The man moaned in approval as my boy filled him up, holding onto his hips, shooting deep inside. The man pulled forward hopping off my boy’s cock, spun around, and swallowed it to the root, getting his stubbly face smeared with cum. My boy smeared his face against the man’s cummy face, and reached behind himself to work two sticky fingers inside his ass. The man stood him up, facing me, circled around, and eased his raw dick into my boy. The man’s thick cock must have been over eight inches long, and my boy clearly loved taking inch after inch. ‘Fuuuuck me,” he grunted as the man exhaled as he went balls-deep. My boy looked up at me, his eyes extending a 'thank you', and the man also looked on, smirking and grunting as he plowed my boy so hard he nearly fell over. I watched as my boy’s face went from blissful pleasure to pain. I knew this guy’s rough fucking must be tearing up his asshole. “So hot, fucking your boy… You share his holes with your friends?” I nodded. “That’s so hot… and so stupid… so dangerous.…” My boy was in heat as he said these words, and I knew he was working his ass muscles, trying to get the man to cum so it would be over with. He had gone from enjoying an anonymous rest room fuck to really being in agony. “You like getting your boy bred with dirty seed?” I knew what he meant, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it. “Gonna do it! Gonna breed your boy!!!!” My boy clenched his eyes tightly as the man filled his guts with his dirty cum. The man smiled at me, starting to laugh, nearly cackling as he pulled his cock out my boy’s wrecked hole, wiping it on his hands and bringing his hands to his own mouth. My boy stopped him and licked the filth off his hands, kneeling down and swallow his cock, covered in my boy’s ass juice, and the man’s dirty load. I heard my boy’s phone vibrate on the cold filthy tile floor, having fallen out of his shorts during his intense fuck. I heard the door open behind me as two guys walked in, one older, one younger, both very handsome and muscular, both smiling at the scene before them. “Is this a private party, or can anyone join?”

PART TWO As we sat in the backseat finishing the first movie John kept fingering my hole, playing with his cum. He remarked that he was in awe at how tight my ass was, and just how quickly he came. I replied saying "Don't worry. You can make it up during the second round." There would definitely have to be a round 2. Well, the movie, The Fantastic Four, didn't get good reviews from the critics, but to be honest I can't really say I saw much of the movie. After the pole lights dimmed, everyone was back to their cars, and the movie started, John looked at me and asked "Round 2?" I looked over at him, grabbed his hard cock and stroked it. "Of course round 2. That's a stupid question." He helped me slip my pants off (which I had put back on during the intermission because people were moving around). He immediately began playing with my hole, and with an air of amazement remarked "Dude, you've tightened back up. Like I never even fucked you. How'd you do that?" "No idea, but that won't do. Slide that raw cock inside me, balls deep. Use your first load as lube, man. Fuck me good." Which he did. There was no slow entry, no waiting. Just tip to base inside me as quickly as he could get into my ass. I moaned as he began plowing my hole, so much that he had to put his hand over my mouth so the family in the next car over didn't hear us. My god, John could fuck. He fucked and plowed my ass in all the right ways, smacking my prostate and stoking my dick simultaneously. After a little while he started to pull his dick all the way out then slam back in in one long stroke, slamming his balls off my ass. At one point he was actually able to suck my dick while he was fucking my hole. Man what a crazy rush lol. "Dude, your ass is still so fucking tight, and I can feel my cum all over my dick making your hole so fucking wet! I'm not gonna last much longer." "Well you know where to blow man. Let it rip when you're ready but keep fucking me!" John had a full body orgasm. He slammed his dick in me as I milked him with my hole: tighten up, loosen, tighten up, loosen. His whole body shook as I felt his dick pulse and shoot the second load so deep in my hole I could almost taste it. Again, he stayed inside me until he went soft and flopped out. "Man, you're not done, I haven't nutted yet," I commented as he slowly recovered from his orgasm. "I know, give me a sec" he responded. Then he stuck three fingers in my hole and massaged my prostate as he swallowed my dick down his throat. I started to buck up into him as he finger fucked me and blew me. I didn't last long, shooting my load down his throat. Naturally he swallowed every drop. The end of The Fantastic Four didn't make a whole lot of sense. I missed the first hour. And it's good we finished when we did, 'cause not five minutes later a group of kids walked by and obviously were looking as I massaged John's dick through his shorts. ***You tell me. Part 3?***

Want Some Chocolate With Sprinkles?: The thwump-thwump-thwump of Marine 1, the President’s helicopter and its two escorts, echoed down the river as it made its way to Andrews Air Force Base. I was walking home from work and approaching Banneker Overlook in Southwest, Washington, DC, where I got a great view of the three choppers flying low, appearing to weave in and out of the numerous construction cranes at the river’s edge that marked the new Wharf Development. It was another hot and blistering day in DC – the 10th in a row in the high 90s and I was anxious to get home, get out of my sweat drenched work clothes, and relax with a cold drink by the air conditioner. As I descended the other side of the Overlook, I heard the musical chimes of one of the neighborhood’s ice cream trucks, although this one sounded like it was on its last leg – off tune, missing beats, and volume that faded in and out. A nice big ice cream cone sounded really good right about then and with this heat I bet they were doing a hell of a business. I started along the sidewalk beside Maine Avenue, casually looking over the numerous tour buses that park there before venturing back out to pick up the latest flock of tourists. Near the end of the line of buses, parked by the largest shade tree on the block, was the ice cream truck I had heard earlier and I licked my lips in anticipation of a sweet treat. When I got closer I noticed a pair of boots and a pair of bare legs sticking out from the other side of the tree – legs that looked like mini-tree trunks themselves, thick, and sturdy. About 20 feet away I caught a whiff of a cigar, a strong one, and now noticed a light haze of smoke working its way around the tree and my curiosity grew. I slowed my pace, heard a manly cough, hack, then spit, a growl and “MOTHER FUCK!” repeated several times. The last one was being spat out as I rounded the tree and saw the man frantically brushing at his bare chest with his right hand while waving his left hand around with the cigar in in trying to keep his balance on the milk crate he was sitting on. He saw me standing there, let out a long, low laugh and said, “About burned my nipple off – Jesus fucking Christ – been looking forward to this cigar all damn day – now look at that, singed my chest hair right off – fucking Christ.” I smiled, not sure what to say, and watched as he settled himself back on the crate, leaned against the ice cream truck and started puffing on his cigar again. I couldn’t help but stare as at this big black man, wearing nothing but a pair of boots and basketball shorts, sitting on the side of the street like he was King Shit. His hair was cut low and tight, and he had a nice thick beard, but the rest of him seemed fairly smooth, although it was hard to tell as his skin was a rich, dark ebony and any hair would have been matted down by the sheen of sweat that covered him. The boots he had on looked about size 13 and the cum pig bottom in me started to squeal OINK OINK. My eyes started to go back up his body and stopped – his left hand was now resting on his left thigh, a gold wedding band flashing brightly as his fingers rose up and down in motion like he was playing a piano. No, not a piano, a pipe, a big, long pipe, because I watched what was clearly a monster dick started to lengthen in his shorts and I was sure any moment the head would peak out like a newborn babe. “Eyes up here,” the man said, breaking me out of my fantasy mind and embarrassing me that I got caught. “Even with those fucking shades on I can tell you eyeing my shit, so speak the fuck up. I ain’t got time for games, say what you want.” I was taken aback by his frankness and sputtered, “I uhh… ice cream… you know it’s hot as shit out here and I thought some ice cream would be good right about now.” The man continued to stroke his shaft with his fingers in rhythm to a tune only he could hear, or maybe it was in time with the hum of the ice cream truck’s motor that was running the cooler. He puffed on his cigar, grunted as he stood up, grabbed his milk crate, and walked to the back of the truck. “Well come on. I believe I got just what you’re looking for. I looked both ways up and down the sidewalk, nervous, but horny as hell and I wanted some dick, so I followed him to the back, grabbed the side, stepped up the two steps into the back of the ice cream truck and a little forward to make room for him to follow. The back door closed, locked, I quickly looked to the front and saw the back end of one of the buses. The ice cream man laughed, “Don’t worry man. You scared? Naw I didn’t think so and no one can see. Anyways, my dudes being playing cards and shit and they know better than to bother me if the truck be rocking, you understand?” I nodded, hoping I did. “Last chance – say what you want,” he ordered. It was now or never so I straightened my shoulders back a little, took off my sunglasses, looked up into his dark eyes and said, “I want to suck your dick for you, then let you fuck me hard and rough and deep and blow your load up my ass.” The ice cream truck driver coughed, blowing cigar smoke out as he laughed. He shook his head, smiled, “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “So you trying to be a bitch for a big dick? Get those fucking pants off and let me see whatcha working with. I’m a man who likes a big old melon ass, not some little peach shit. Hot damn! That’s right, your ass got some meat to it, bend that shit over, time for a taste test.” I finished stripping and bent forward over the ice cream cooler as the ice cream man started to paw at my ass cheeks. I rested my elbows on the cold steel of the cooler tops as he spread my cheeks open and started flicking his tongue side to side and up and down my ass crack. “Fuck me, fuck me,” I begged as his thick tongue found the edges of my hole.” He paused, inhaled deep, smacked his lips and said, “Oh fuck you bet I’m going to, but first I plan to taste all 31 flavors. Before we begin though, stand up.” I stood up, grabbed my now hard dick, and was beating it as I looked at his now naked body. OH MY GOD HIS DICK WAS HUGE! I wanted it so bad and asked him again to fuck me, but he ignored me, opened a cupboard on the other side of truck pulled out a box, then squatted down, reached in, pulled out two more boxes, stood up, then set the boxes on the other counter. He opened the first one, pulled out a leather collar and a thick chain and held it up. I tilted my head in question as he sucked on his cigar, set it back in an ashtray and said, “Bitches need to be chained up if they want to get mounted by the big dawg knot.” I shivered a little as the cold links of the chain fell down my back and he laced the leather collar around my neck. Maybe now he would fuck me. But no. He looped the end of the chain through the handle on the ice cream cooler and padlocked it, opened the other boxes and started pulling out baggies of pills, marijuana, little vials and needles, and other shit I had no idea what it was. The next box he opened he pulled several aluminum foil wrapped bunches out, set them down, gently opened one, and a stack of money peered through. He then crossed in front of me, opened the cooler door on the end, reached down, stood up and said, “Bend over.” I did, my heart almost burst with joy as I was going to get fucked, but it was not his dick that pushed at my hole. I cried out as something very fucking cold and pointy forced its way into my ass, the cold making me clench my hole did not stop him. “Cum shouldn’t be wasted,” he said, “This is one of my nuttsicles – grade A, premium black beef, nutt. And that’s hardly half of what I shoot at a time. My balls fucking put out, which is good, because I like my bitches’ asses to be dripping and sloppy.” My ass clenched and my guts shuddered from the inside out and the ice cream man just laughed. He then tossed a baggy of white powder on the cooler beside me, unwrapped one of his stacks of bills, snapped the rubberband off, slid a bill off the top and rubbed it between his hands a couple times, then rolled it into a little straw and handed it to me with the 100 mark showing. Holy fuck – if that whole stack was hundred dollar bills he must have thousands of dollars there! The ice cream man knew what I was thinking apparently as he chuckled, patted the stack and said, “What the fuck? You think I make stacks like this selling tootie fruity and fudge pops? You tripping. I got the best delivery service in town. Me and my boys sling dope, pills, juice, crack, whatever you need we got and if I don’t got it, I can get it. Cops don’t bother me none, I’m just the ice cream man you know? And on the streets, well no one fucks with me either as they know my boys and I pack firepower, but they also need what I bring to the table. See all these fucking buses? They come down here every day from New York City and shit and they sure don’t make their cash from hauling old blue haired tourists around. They haul what I need straight down 95. My shit’s the best. Now that you know the 411, snort some shit up because I’m about ready to bang you the fuck out!” I looked at the baggy, looked at him, my ass clenched. “I’ve not done shit like that in a really long long time, I mean I don’t mind if you do, but I can’t. Work and all.” The ice cream man stepped closer, his right hip pressing against my side feeling hot like a furnace. He shook his head, grabbed the baggy, handed the 100 to me and said, “You WILL snort, sip, take whatever the fuck I say. I like fucking bitches that be high and we got a few hours before I have to meet my crew and make some deliveries, so be good, obey, and do what THE FUCK I SAY!” I nodded, took the baggy and 100 and hit the powder. FUCK THAT BURNED! “Other side too,” he said and then continued, “You won’t find Tina like that any place else in the city. I got the best shit.” He held up another bag, this one full of little shards and pieces, he pulled a chunk out, reached down and pushed it into the gaping piss slit in the head of his dick. “FUCK YEAH THAT’S A GOOD BURN,” he said, as he took another and plopped it under his tongue. He then grabbed two large chunks, turned me around, and using two fingers and his thumb shoved the shards into my chilled ass. Once they were just inside my hole he used his index finger to push them in further. The ice cream man then spit on his dick, once, twice, and got it nice and slimy. He then took the bag of powder, pulled some out between his fingers and dribbled it over his wet dick. “Every big chocolate cone should have sprinkles on it, don’t you think? You like sprinkles? I want you to get down on your fucking knees and lick every sprinkle off my dick, don’t miss a one.” I had to adjust the collar and chain a little, but it was long enough so I could obey and soon I was slurping on his Tina covered dick like it was an XL Frosty at Wendys. “Let me hear you smack those lips on my meat, spit that shit up – now swallow those sprinkles – ha ha oh fuck, you got powdered lips now – good bitch cock sucker – bet that throat is nice and relaxed, you feeling the shit yet? Oh yeah, I can tell, you a greedy little cock sucker. Open your mouth, let me feel you wet the whole motha-fuckin thing. FUCK YEAH, REST MY BALLS ON YOUR CHIN – TRY SWALLOWING MY SHIT, WORK MY DICK WITH THAT THROAT!” Drool was running out the sides of my mouth and as the Tina kicked in I was hungrier than ever and wanted more. I spat his dick out, stood up, panting hard as mouth juice ran down my chin and onto my chest. I looked at him all wild eyed and he stepped back, laughed, reached into a box and pulled out a plastic bottle. “This here is my home-made lube. We’re about to set that ass on fire! Bend over and show me how you want it.” I turned around, planted my hands firmly on top of the ice cream freezer, the chill of the cold steel in sharp contrast to the blazing inferno that began to spread from the tender edges of my asshole, deeper into my guts as the ice cream man fingered me hard and rough with his homemade lube. I started to pant, what the fuck was in that shit? He dangled another baggy in front of me, “See these monster shards? I’ll plant a few more of these up, twirl it all up with my meat, and top that sunday off with some frothy whip cream and a busted cherry from that third hole!!” I started to push back and ride his fingers as he forced the shards of Tina deeper into me. Even though it felt like I was being blasted with rock salt, the high I was on overrode any common sense and told me the pain I was feeling was nothing compared to the joy to come. “YOU WANT THIS DICK? WANT MY KNOT? LET ME HEAR YOU BEG FOR IT FUCKER. BEG TO GET FUCKED, BEG TO GET USED, BEG FOR MY CHOCOLATE NUTT,” the ice cream man said. I bounced my ass around and pushed it back as far as I could while still bending over the cooler. I begged, pleaded, and was frustrated as hell as my need to get fucked was overwhelming. The only warning I had he was ready was a quick “TAKE IT BITCH,” before the ice cream man pushed against my shivering hole and punched his dick head through my first ass ring, and started banging at the second like a warrior attacking a castle’s walls. “FUCKING CHRIST – THAT SHIT IS TIGHT – NOT FOR LONG THOUGH, GOING TO LOOSEN THAT HOLE, MAKE IT FLOWER, OPEN THOSE PUSSY LIPS THEN SPRINKLE IT WITH MY LUV AND LITTLE RAIN,” the ice cream man announced as he banged my ass. “SHUT UP, I DON’T NEED TO HEAR YOU TELLING ME HOW FUCKING GOOD MY DICK FEELS. I KNOW IT DOES. BITCHES SHOULD BE SEEN AND NOT HEARD SO JUST KEEP TRYING TO GRIP DOWN ON MY DICK SO I CAN BUST THOSE WALLS OUTWITH MY BIG, BLACK CANNON!” The ice cream man fucked me hard, deep, and steady and I was fucking loving it. I was used to being verbal so it was tough having to keep my mouth shut, but the few moans and groans that escaped my Tina coated lips let him know I would take whatever he gave me. Even though I was laying face forward on the ice cream cooler, I was hot, sweating, and panting. The ice cream man was hot too and sweat poured off his thick body and dripped all over me as he continued to fuck my ass. After a while of hard fucking, he slowed his pace and said, “Fuck damn – feel that? I just gave you a bit of chem piss. That’ll kick in in oh about 2 or 3 minutes and your ass will start squirting like a porn pussy in not time. And you know what? By the times we’re through, you’re gonna walk out of here smelling like an old goat. A big old goat with nasty teeth, fucked up hooves, and shit and piss coated tail end.” He laughed hard at that, I didn’t get it but could have cared less as long as he kept fucking me. My legs were getting tired, but my ass was hungrier than ever, and I grabbed onto the cross bar on the ice cream truck wall in front of me to help keep me standing. I guess it was actually the window counter that opened as every time the ice cream man bang fucked me into the cooler, the wall would pop out a little, only staying in place by hook latches on either side, but it was enough for me to get quick little views of sunlight and the sidewalk and every now and then a glimpse of one of the bus drivers standing by the bus in front of us and looking at the ice cream truck. “READY FOR MY BLACK SYRUP? SOME CREAM IN THAT HOLE FOR THAT VANILLA SUNDAY? GONNA MAKE THAT BANA SPLIT FO SURE! I GOT IT FOR YOU – HERE IT FUCKING COMES – TAKE MY FUCKING CREAM YOU DICK HUNGRY FUCKER – OPEN THAT HOLE WIDE – GIVE IT TO ME – GIVE IT TO ME – THAT’S RIGHT – LET ME PUSH THOSE SPRINKLES INTO THOSE GUTS – AWW FUCK…AWW FUCK… HERE IT COMES…HERE IT COMES….HERE….IT….COOOMMMMESSSS…..!!!!” The shivers that ran through the ice cream truck man travelled from his dick, up and through his body, back down through his dick and into my ass and exploded out through my limbs as his cum splattered my insides. He sighed, sucked in a couple deep breaths, then pushed himself off me and ripped his dick out of my pulsing hole. I begged for him to keep fucking me but he just slapped my ass, laughed, grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser on the side, and wiped his face and forehead off. He then kicked the milk crate on the floor to the side, plopped down on it with a grunt, took his cigar and lit it back up and leaned back. I stood up, twisting around in my collar and chain and eyed his wet and glistening dick. I needed more – had to have more! I stepped closer to try to stroke him or suck him and he said, “Back the fuck off. I’m done. Well done with that. Time to settle up. Toss me your fucking wallet.” What? All I could think about was dick and the ache in my ass. “You deaf? Jesus Christ,” he said he got up, grabbed my pants off the floor, pulled my wallet out of the back pocket, one at a time laid out the cash I had on the counter, shook his head in disgust, then pulled out one of my credit cards. He then stepped over to the cash register, ran my card through a small reader, typed in some numbers, smiled when it dinged approved, came back, stuck the card back in my wallet, scuffed up the cash and said, “You got to pay to play and my shit – between my legs and what you fucking snorted and took up your hole – ain’t free, you feel me?” I nodded, what else could I do? Right then I would have done anything. “Get dressed and get the fuck out, I got things to do,” the ice cream man said as he unwound the chain from the cooler’s handle and released me from the collar. I rubbed my neck and practically pranced back and forth on tippy toes I was so fucking horny and high. He just smiled, laughed, and deflated me a bit when he said, “Look, you got some good ass, you was here, I was ready, it was business. Here’s my card. If you got the bank and need a delivery, I got boys who can roll through with anything on the menu – and I mean anything.” The last bit he emphasized by flapping his limp dick with his right hand. OK, I got it. I was high not stupid, so I started to get dressed as he did too. Stuffed my now empty wallet into my pants and looked at him one last time in hopes he had changed his mind. He just scowled, pointed at the back door, so I let myself out into the harsh light of the hot summer afternoon. I was standing between the back of the ice cream truck and a bus that had pulled up behind us, trying to adjust myself and feeling fucking paranoid that I not only smelled like a goat, but looked like one too, when the ice cream truck’s motor revved, spat a stream of thick acrid smoke out the tail pipe, and beeped twice in warning. I hopped up on the curb as the ice cream truck backed up a few feet, pulled out, and drove away. My scattered thoughts were interrupted as someone coughed, I turned to the left and the driver of the bus that had parked behind the ice cream truck was now standing by the bus door, leaning slightly against it as he rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. He had on large sun glasses so I could not see his eyes and he didn’t say a word, but his fingers and the growing shadow cast by his pants was all I needed to see. “I hope you got some sprinkles,” I said as I purposely walked past him and climbed the steps up into the bus knowing my ass was ready to give him more than he bargained for.

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So last night I crossed a line I shouldn't have, but note that I have, will continue to cross. I hooked up with my best friend's long-term partner/boyfriend. Yikes. The three of us were bar and club hopping, starting in Adams Morgan and finishing in Dupont at trusty Cobalt. All three of us somehow made it to the McDonald's a block south of the club, and this is where it got interesting. My best friend (who's been raw fucking me since I moved to the area xD, his bf doesn't know, don't know how he hasn't noticed my cum stains all over the couches and bed) passed out. We both tried waking him up to head home (last train was about to head to our connecting station), to no avail. I don't know what has gotten in to me lately, but I've been very bold. I grumbled that I'm horny and grabbed my friend's bf's crotch. He said, "Careful, I've wanted to fuck that ass since I first saw you." So I kept rubbing his dick. My ass was getting wet just at the thought of being fucked by him ... but I needed in his ass too. He then randomly asked, "Where do you want to go?" then I told him about a park a few miles away. Haha thanks Uber for providing the ride there! The park is Rock Creek, and it's pretty expansive in area. I knew exactly where to go, so I had us dropped off (know chose a random hotel not far from the park). Once we made it down the hill and in to the woods, I quickly dropped his pants to the ground and sucked his dick. I now know why my friend doesn't bottom for him ... he's insanely hung! A real 9 inches and I thick. Luckily when drunk my holes open up. After sucking his dick for a few, I turned him around, had him bend over a tree, and started rimming him. I was determined to seed his hot ass. Bubbly and muscular. I kept stroking his dick while rimming, getting him hot and bothered. I then had him suck my dick for a few minutes, then threw him back bent over the tree. I really wanted him to feel it, so I simply used more spit to lube us up then I rammed the head of my dick in his ass. Damn he's tight ... took me about 5 minutes just to sink in balls deep. Once in, I didn't hesitate to own that ass. I used my left arm to wrap around his neck and gently choked him while fucking as hard and rough as I could. I only lasted 5 minutes before slamming in deep and flooding his hole. I didn't withdraw from his ass until after I added two more loads, with each subsequent fuck lasting about 10-15 minutes. He finally blew a load during the third round, after he muttered he's into race play. Begged me to call him names that I never use but hey, I get off on turning on others. After a few minutes of saying things plus "Whose black ass is this?" he busted a sizable load. I'm still uncomfortable being the verbal guy in race play, I love receiving it though. Well, he wasn't able to get hard enough to fuck me, so he just rimmed me until he jerked off another load. Haha when we got back to the McDonald's, friend was still passed out. I know the night manager, so I knew he'd let us back in. Man, somehow I need to do a 3 way with both of them.

A few months ago I met the cutest little bear at the local bear bar. We hit it off immediately and we both wanted to breed…bad. He was with friends and had to go. We exchanged numbers but nothing became of that. I had a few j/o fantasies about him but moved on to other dick. Night before last he messaged me online. We did the typical “how are you?” back and forth until he told me he needed some cum in his ass bad. I gave him directions and thirty minutes later he was on my doorstep. We sat on the sofa, had a drink and played the “first move” game. Normally this is not a game I play. I jump on it right away, but he was so cute and shy it made my poz cock throb just watching him so uncomfortable. I finally stood up and told him I was going to get naked and he could join me if he wanted to. What a sweet little fucker. Nice even coat of curly fur, perky round hairy ass, and the cutest little set of cock and balls on the planet. We made out for quite a while before exchanging blowjobs. I wanted him to beg for it so did not mind extending the foreplay for as long as possible. Then I pulled out my secret weapon, I started to deep tongue his sweet little hole. So fuckin tasty! He moaned like a bitch in heat. Finally he turned over, looked me in the eye and said, “I want you to bare fuck me.” Wow, you do not have to ask twice. Funny thing is I am 90% a bottom but his attitude turned me into a pig top from hell. The thought of infecting this cute guy was driving me wild. I threw his legs up and began lubing my cock with spit. He kept telling me how much he wanted my cum. His sweet little hole made my average cock feel like a twelve incher. He took it like a champ. As I said, I am a bottom so breeding this little bear did not take long. I shot deep and hard filling him with my infection. We spooned for a while with my cock inside. He finally looked over and asked me if I had just knocked him up. I simply said “yeah.” He pulled off me and said “Good. Want me to return the favor?” I wasn’t sure if he was poz or was chasing, but within a few seconds I was on my hands and knees taking his sweet little cock. After he shot in me we put on clothes and he left. Fuck I hope I was the one to knock him up.

once i got a little less aroused, i got a smaller cage on

CHPT 7 - Harold’s Wrath: Another raw dick was breeding my bruised ass, but Curtis’ last, drunk words kept repeating in my head like a broken record, “Yep, sissy cunt is all yours until I open first thing Monday morning. If I don’t have to get out my first aid kit when I can come back, you ain’t dones your jobs right.” The group of black guys gang banging me were taking him at his word of no limits as every one of them made sure to lay their hands on me, to add to the swelling around my eye, my bruised neck, cut lip, and more as they shot their charged loads into me. I was left tied up with the duct tape around my wrists and ankles as each of the guys planted a load up my ass, some for the second time since I had joined them in the theater at ROXIES. My cries, screams, and moans mingled in nicely with the chick being banged on the movie screen and my ass was quickly leaking loads and juice as the guys used me for their perverted pleasure. Even though was I was high, I managed to keep track – I thought – of who had fucked me, and knew I would get a break as soon as the guy in my ass now finished. His dick was big, thick, and long like all the rest and intent on doing serious damage. Every thrust in my ass rocked me back and forth, my guts automatically clenching, trying to milk his nutt, “Damn white pussy is gaping yo,” he said to no one in particular as he dug up in me. We were on the cushion in the middle of the group of guys who, now that the initial novelty had worn off, were not all watching us, but talking, partying, and hanging to wait their turn. “I’m a sissy cunt,” was all I could say, which just made him laugh, shake his head, and say, “Yeah you are, that’s for sure. So sissy cunt, ready for some more load up there? Yeah? GGGRRRRRRR……..” My ass felt so empty when he pulled out and I looked around anxiously needing more dick, but at the same time hoping they were done. My hopes were dashed as the short, light skinned guy with mini-dreads threw open the door to the store and came strolling in followed by several more guys who all looked like they just walked off the fucking football field. “Time to tag out boys and get a break, the second shift has arrived!” he yelled and all the guys stood up, whooped, said their hellos, restocked the cooler, lit up fresh smokes and joints. I had learned the short guy was sort of the leader of this twisted pack of souls and everyone called him Unc. Some sort of nick name I guess, and I was too fucked up too ask, and no one felt like they needed to explain. With fresh blood in the pack, Unc kneeled down beside me, rolled me so I was sitting up, turned me around so I was facing the movie screen making me squint and blink from the change in light. “How you doing sissy bitch? Getting that cunt worked out?” I nodded as he jabbed a couple fingers into my hole making my body tense, he then inspected the glistening gobs that clung to his hand in the light of the porn flick, smeared them across my lips and said, “Taste the cum. That’s it. Lick those lips. Savor it – damn you nasty! While my boys get settled, time for me to get mine.” Unc then flipped open a switch blade, sliced through the duct tape, and with an evil grin on his face ripped it off my legs, making me scream as it tore the hair out by the roots. He reached for my arms, slice the tape, but before he could rip it off I quickly snatched them away and started to tease it off myself. Unc grabbed me by the scruff of the neck, helped me up, and staggered me to the far corner where I had been fucked earlier. “Bend over like you were back in the booths. I want to pop that hole,” Unc said. I did as he asked and braced myself with my left hand on the wall, my right hand on my knee, as he tried to pop his dick in through my open hole, but I kept moving. SLAP SLAP SLAP, “STAND THE FUCK STILL!” he yelled as I suddenly felt totally sober and the lancing pain throughout my body made me try to stand back up. Unc tried to grab my neck and choke me to hold me, but he was a bit too short, so he growled in frustration, pushed me hard against the wall and snarled, “Stay the fuck here!” and stomped off. I turned and watched him walk away as he stuffed his dick back in his pants and thought I could make a dash for Harold’s room and lock myself in. But Unc was met by the guy who had dropped his ash on my back when he fucked, and who now headed my way. “Hey,” he said as he got close, “Hit this, and remember – EASY!” I took the blunt he offered, hit it, handed it back, and the pain did not go away, but shifted to the side and I wanted dick. I stepped up to him, grabbed his hand, put it back up to my throat where it had been last time, turned, and silently begged him to fuck me as I ground my hips back against his dick. The guy just laughed, “Damn whore! You already got a couple of my loads swimming around up in there. Besides, Unc’s on deck,” and with that he handed me the joint, then when I was done, left me standing alone in the corner. The sound of the party was pretty loud even standing under the speakers for the movie as the new guys mixed with the old and they all got fucked up and worked up and ready for me. Me. Me. I was…..no, who ‘me’ was did not matter, I just needed some more dick. Unc then appeared through the haze of smoke and light carrying a couple things in his hand. He dropped his supplies in a little pile, put a joint between his teeth, bent down, and picked up a length of rope with some metal rings in it. Unc placed it around my neck nice and tight, wrapped around my neck twice, and trailed a length of it down my back through one of the metal rings. The rope was scratchy, itchy, and rough and I turned around to complain and eyed Unc as he casually held the joint to his lips and squinted through the smoke, slowly wrapped a few lengths of rope around his right hand with a slow, fluid motion. When the rope was taught, he yanked it hard, pulling me right up to him. Unc then blew the smoke in my face, stinging my eyes, and said, “Now SLUT! Bend the fuck back over so I can POP that pussy and you ain’t running this time! Unc yanked the rope hard, pushed me into the corner, and drove his dick towards my dripping hole. I was overcome with need and desire and begged, “CONVERT MY SISSY CUNT, GIVE ME YOUR DICK, CONVERT ME – PLEASE!!!” Unc popped through my hole making me cry out as he told me I was a good sissy and how fucking wet my hole was. The rope around my neck made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care and continued to beg for his load, which he soon rewarded me with. As I knelt to lick his still hard dick clean he said, “See how much better charged cum tastes? And how much better raw dick feels? You just wait, I’ve guaranteed after tonight you’ll be such a cum starved, black dick hungry whore nothing else will matter except how freaky and nasty they can get up in your hole.” Unc loosed the grip on the rope, let me stand, zipped up his pants, and led me back to the group. “LISTEN UP FELLAS!” Unc yelled as he led me between a couple guys and back into the middle of the group of men, several of whom had their dicks out, stroking, eagerly eyeing me up and down, “I PROMISED YOU A TASTE OF THIS HERE-FINE-PINK-SISSY-CUNT. FUCK THAT! I WANT YOU TO HAVE THE WHOLE FUCKING FEAST! HEAR ME! YOU ARE HERE FOR ONE REASON ONLY – USE THIS BITCH RIGHT AND CONVERT THIS SISSY AND TRAIN THAT PUSSY HOW TO TAKE BLACK DICK THE RIGHT WAY! HEAR ME!” Unc dropped the rope, smiled as he walked past me and grabbed a chair, there was a slight pause and quiet, before the whoops, cat calls, and promises to show me what a black dick was made for began. The rope was quickly snapped up and I was dragged towards the couch so quickly I fell, but they did not stop and tore up my knees on the concrete floor on the way there. I was quickly surrounded by fresh, throbbing dick all eager to be licked and sucked, but first someone stuck a fresh smoke between my lips, which I hit hard before my throat was filled. Not satisfied with just watching me suck dick, they paused long enough to make me stand before stuffing my throat again and slamming my ass. I had cum in my throat, on my face, so many loads up my ass it just kept running out and with every smoke and every dick, I just wanted it harder, deeper, and to feel their loads and hear them tell me how they were knocking me up. I loved how verbal they all were and while I should have felt ashamed, embarrassed or whatever for being used like that it was the exact opposite – I was proud, honored, and used every second to learn how to please a BBC the right way. There was no foreplay, my ass was so open they all could just slam right in from the get go and repeatedly told me how good my pussy felt. At some point someone took the rope off, I guess they realized when I was pushing back to meet every thrust I had no plans to run, and I was fucked on the couch, bent over chairs, held up my a couple guys, taken back to the corner where I was slapped around and bruised more by a couple guys who wanted a rough rape, and more. I was given various smokes, beer, and a couple times had the piss literally fucked out of me, which was the wildest sensation. I guess Curtis knew what he was doing not letting me eat as more than once as someone in the gang remarked how clean and wet my ass was – just charged nutt, pussy juice, and red streaks. It seemed like all the guys were taking a break at the same time and I was so fucking hungry for dick, I was walking through the group trying to grab dick and entice somebody – anybody – to fuck me. Unc chuckled, “Jesus, you a hungry slut ain’t you? Well you just wait. Tonight’s special will be here soon.” I didn’t know what that meant so took the joint he offered, hit it, and continued on my quest for more dick. Several minutes later as the tall guy who had first fucked me gave me another load, Unc walked up, dropped the rope at my feet and said to the tall guy, “Put this on him and finish up. He’s here.” The tall guy spurted in my ass, put the rope around my neck super tight and when I tried to adjust it slapped me hard on the side of the head before roughly dragging me back to the group. Unc handed me a new joint and said, “This one is tight shit – hit it HARD – you will need – no WANT - to be high for this.” I did as he ordered, went to hand it back but he just waved for me to keep smoking so I did, and quickly started to spin out, felt so fucking hot, my guts clenched and cum ran down my legs in torrents as Unc spoke. “LISTEN UP. THE NIGHT’S FAR FROM FUCKING OVER, BUT WE GOT OURSELVES A SPECIAL GUEST DICK IN THE HOUSE! A TRUE SUPER MOTHA FUCKING FREAK, MY COUSIN BILLY JEANS WHO IS IN FROM L.A. Y’ALL KNOW BILLY, HE GREW UP IN THESE PARTS, BUT AS SOON AS THOSE FOLKS SAW THAT HORSE DICK OF HIS – WHOOSH – HE WAS OFF AND FUCKING EVERY PUSSY IN PORN UP AND DOWN THE WEST COAST. WELL WHEN I TOLD BILLY WHAT WAS UP TONIGHT, HE WANTED IN, AND I MEAN DEEP IN!!” Everyone was laughing, whooping, and I was confused. That new smoke was fucking me up bad and I was in a haze as Unc guided me over to the couch, which had now been pushed into the corner, the cushions piled up over the end of the arm. Unc had me bend over the end of the couch, slapped my ass several times real hard, then stepped away as the chorus of cheers and whooping grew louder. I still didn’t understand and swiveled my head around as the gang of men all got closer around the couch as a huge shadow started to loom out of the smoky haze. This fucker of a man was a monster and I thought Curtis and Harold were giants – this dude made them look like twinks! A sharp pain blistered my back as the new fucker – Billy the porn star – striped my back and ass with his belt. I covered my head, whimpered and pleaded, the belt jangled to the floor as Billy got close. The crowd of bangers stood silent, Billy grabbed a handful of my flesh and ass in each hand and literally lifted me in the air off the couch, digging his nails deep into my tissue. I yelped, he dropped me like a stone, and I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me on the couch arm. Billy dug into my flesh again, pulled me back, and I felt the blunt head of his elephant dick press against my wet hole. I begged for him to stop, but the cheers of the crowd drowned out my voice, and the searing, blistering pain of him pushing inside me told me he had not heard, or did not care. I screamed as loud as I could as Billy’s mammoth dick raped me raw. All the other dicks were like nothing compared to him and even through the drugs, my mind could not fucking handle what was happening and after several terrifying moments, I passed out. When I came too, it was to the sound of voices hollering, loud bangs, people swearing and hollering. I was on the couch and the guy fucking me had one leg up on the couch and the other on the floor and kept telling me to shush, don’t worry, just some crazy fucka gone off as he used my shredded hole. Every thrust felt like nails. I wanted – no needed for it to stop and tried pushing him off, but he just slapped me hard and I was out again. The next thing I remember was AJ standing over me, dabbing at my face with a wet cloth. “Fuck boy! You was gone! Out! Like fucking bus to no wheres!” he said. I had no idea what he meant and moaned as I rolled over and saw Curtis standing in the middle of the floor, Walgreens bag in his hand as he stood over a slumped body. My entire being was on fire as I stumbled towards him and in the light of the porn vid on the theater screen saw that it was Harold! I knelt beside Harold’s still body, stroked his face, which was cut, bloody, swollen. Curtis hauled off and slapped me upside the head, ‘THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT! HE TRIED TO GET THOSE BOYS OFF YOU AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!” Curtis grabbed my arm, dragged me back to the couch, unbuttoned his pants and let me see his already hard dick. “BEND THE FUCK OVER!” he yelled as he slapped me again. Curtis’ dick was like nothing after the gangbang and I even chuckled out loud at how tiny he felt. That just pissed him off and so he kept slapping me as he fucked me and added his nutt to every other perverted fuck in town. “THAT’S IT RUN. RUN CUNT. SHOW WHAT A WORTHLESS SISSY YOU ARE,” Curtis yelled as he lanced my hole with his dick and I wondered, doesn’t he have any other lines? When Curtis was done, he yanked his dick out, pulled up his pants, and he and AJ dragged Harold into our room, with me stumbling behind. They dropped Harold onto the bed, along with the bag from Walgreens that contained alcohol, cotton squares, ace bandages, bandaids, and more. Curtis looked at me, shook his head and said, “That shit was for you. But hell – clean both yourselves up,” and quickly left. AJ hesitated, like he wanted to fuck, but Curtis yelled and AJ ran like a pathetic puppy after him. The door to the bathroom was unlocked, so I wet a towel in the sink and began to attend to Harold’s wounds. Fuck. He was beat up bad. It was like the whole fucking gang had taken a turn on him all at the same time, which must have been the only way this could have happened as Harold looked like he could handle himself in a fight. Harold moaned a little as I worked to get his now shredded overalls off him and then sighed as I rolled him over, his body flinching every time I dabbed alcohol on the cuts and wounds on his back. When I felt I had done all I could, I drank some water, searched for some food even though I would not find any, and laid down beside Harold as he continued to moan in pain. I don’t know how many hours later that it was or even what fucking day, but when I awoke, Harold was laying on his side, looking at me, his face swollen, looking as bad as I felt. His left hand was on my stomach, burning hot, and he frowned, “I’m sorry I could not get there sooner beautiful, I tried, I tried,” and he closed his eyes. Fuck, what did he feel guilty about? I rolled onto my side to face him, scooted over as close to his body as I could, kissed him, and said, “Oh Daddy, I missed you and none of this was your fault! It was Unc, him and his fucking gang…but…I….I’m a sissy cunt and that is what I was made for.” Harold sighed, stroked my head, caressed my body, making goose bumps pop up all over me even in the heat and humidity. “MMHHHH…” Harold mumbled, “Remember on the roof I said you got my babies now you sissy cunt. And I think that pussy is ready for the next step?” I nodded, and with both of us moaning in pain, Harold rolled me onto my back, spit on the head of his dick, eased into my ripped up ass, and then – after a long pause – filled my guts with his piss. I felt so bloated, full, and nasty, and Harold just smiled as he dribbled the last drops of his toxic piss in my ass and then begun to long stroke my hole as my guts made a sloshing sound that filled the whole room. Harold’s body spasmed as he bred me, his cum mixing with his piss while his mouth covered mine in spit. When he was done and he began to pull out, I clenched my ass as tight as I could, but still some of his piss ran out. Harold laughed, laid back, sighed, then climbed over me and opened the small refrigerator. He pulled out the box with his diamond stud earrings and the small tray of ice cubes. He set those down, dug around in a pile of crap on the lower shelf, pulled out a needle and thread, tossed the thread to side, held the needle down by his dick slit, and dribble some piss onto it. Harold rolled me onto my stomach and placed a big hand over my mouth. He then took an ice cube and held it to my left ear as he held my head on its side. After about a minute Harold dropped the ice cube in front of my face and said, “Take a deep breath beautiful. Just focus on my dick in that sweet ass, feel me swelling inside you, fuck this is hot, marking you, and let it out on 3. One, two, ...” “OH SHIT!” I screamed into his hand. Harold had pierced my ear, he then pulled out one of his diamond studs, dipped it in some of the alcohol that Curtis had brought, and secured it in place in my left ear. He repeated the process on the right side and I was soon wearing both of Harold’s diamond stud earrings. I was so fucking turned on I yelled, “LET ME PLEASE YOU DADDY, FUCK MY CUNT, FUCK IT WIDE OPEN, GIMME THAT NUTT!!!” Harold pummeled my hole, our bodies in pain, yet the bliss of being together took that all away. After Harold creampied my shredded ass again, I rolled onto my back, smiled, and said, “Thanks T2,” which made him laugh. That was the nickname he preferred, like Mr. T the Second or T2, but most folks didn’t get it – I sure didn’t when I met him – which is why he let me call him Harold. He hugged me tight, his grimey and bruised body melding to mine, as he smirked and said, “You know cum makes the best lube?” I laughed, my body aching, “Yeah, I wonder where I heard that?” Harold kissed me now long and hard now as he positioned me on my back to fuck my hole in deep, long strokes. I could tell he had not brushed his teeth in days, and the funk of liquor, cigarettes, pot, and more was overwhelming, but I opened my mouth and sucked it all in. As Harold fucked me, I stroked the angel wing tattoos that ran up each side of his neck. They fluttered with every thrust, and I remembered all he had done to try to protect me from Unc and his gang and pulled Harold deeper in my ass. Harold and I stayed in our room for several days to recover from our respective beat downs. I did not sleep well and kept having nightmares about the gang, and imagining that they had used a baseball bat on my ass, and more. Harold was really angry when he had explored my body and saw the burns, the swollen eye, the belt buckle cuts, all the bruises, but I always managed to sooth his mind by riding his dick – or so I thought. Curtis came and got me every day to give me my shots of drugs and his blood, and to fuck me, usually bent over his desk, but he didn’t have me do anything crazy. Sounds sort of silly now that it seemed normal at that point, and while Harold let me go, he tensed every time Curtis came around One day after we had both fairly recovered, Harold was leaning against the concrete block wall on the dirty bed, the filthy sheets tangled in a heap at the end where we had kicked them last night when he had fucked me before he went to sleep. The room was stale with cum and piss and ass. Harold used me as his urinal too and I pissed for both of us. Curtis kept me loaded with his cum too, as well as fresh smokes, so I continued to please him by being drunk, high, or full of dick at all times. I had Harold’s balls in my mouth and was rolling them back and forth when Curtis came in, looking angry. I let one slip out of my mouth, which stuck to his thigh as I angled my head a little to see Curtis looming over us, while Harold kept his hand on the back of my head. “If I found out you had any fucking thing to do with this – you won’t be needing those balls anymore. Now let the sissy up, he’s got work to do,” Curtis spat. My mind quickly tried to figure out what Curtis was talking about, but then he continued when Harold did not reply, “What? You’re gonna fucking sit there and tell me you had nothing to do with Unc and three of his boys being fucked up? They will likely never walk again!” Curtis was now screaming. “Someone – took a fucking bat to their legs and arms and literally pulverized every fucking bone and then burned down his God damn trailer!” I stopped sucking Harold’s ball, and wondered if he could have hurt those guys like that and while I wasn’t afraid for myself, I looked up at Harold who just smirked at Curtis and said, “Naw, don’t know nothing bout that, and as you see, I’m busy right now, how about you come back later?” Curtis was shocked, his body tensed like he was ready to fight, but he huffed, stormed out and slammed the door. Harold patted my head as I opened my mouth to ask the obvious question, he then put one hand over my mouth, shook his head, smiled, and said “Alright beautiful. My balls are full. My dick is aching, and I know that pussy is wet. Wag that hole for me.” I took Harold’s right hand held it up, to my face and eyed the fresh, bloody cuts and marks on his knuckles. I saw the swelling and black and blue and said nothing. I kissed his hand gently, set it down on the mattress, straddled his raging black dick, and sank down on him. “MY NAME IS SISSY CUNT DADDY – FUCK ME!!!!” STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER 8: Pa and Brett Return **My Name is Mikey contains 16 chapters and new chapters will be posted roughly weekly - or sooner - if there is interest**

Been studying for my upcoming Slut exams. I'm at the bathhouse, where I've been for the past 24 hours and I've reached new levels of sluttish behavior, even for me. I've been totally monopolising the dark area sling, with my leather harness,nasty pig jock and blindfold. Apparently booty bumps take me from 0 to Slut instantly. I just took 2 massive loads in less than 20 minutes and then I experienced the thickest cock of my life. It was attached to a giant looking man, possibly related to Hagrid from Harry Potter. I stayed on that thing like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, despite the utter destruction of my ass. Too bad he lacked the finesse and skill to give me time to adapt which would have resulted in a much longer ride. However, suffice it to say, the fact that I am writing this down now, mere moments after my universe was expanded, says it all. I guess a Hummer can fit in a small single garage after all. OK, back to my studying now. Too bad I didn't study this hard years ago at non-slut school. Been studying for my upcoming Slut exams. I'm at the bathhouse, where I've been for the past 24 hours and I've reached new levels of sluttish behavior, even for me. I've been totally monopolising the dark area sling, with my leather harness,nasty pig jock and blindfold. Apparently booty bumps take me from 0 to Slut instantly. I just took 2 massive loads in less than 20 minutes and then I experienced the thickest cock of my life. It was attached to a giant looking man, possibly related to Hagrid from Harry Potter. I stayed on that thing like a cowboy on a bucking bronco, despite the utter destruction of my ass. Too bad he lacked the finesse and skill to give me time to adapt which would have resulted in a much longer ride. However, suffice it to say, the fact that I am writing this down now, mere moments after my universe was expanded, says it all. I guess a Hummer can fit in a small single garage after all. OK, back to my studying now. Too bad I didn't study this hard years ago at non-slut school.

Friday night I was really horny, so I texted a regular fuck bud of mine, a youngish black guy with a great cock, who lived on the north side of Houston . I arrived at his place and before, his long fat nine inch cock was buried balls deep in my cunt. This guy always throws me a good fuck. He's slightly dominant, putting me into different positions so he can really work and open my hole before shoving his BBC deep, and filling me with his big nutt. I always leave satisfied...and horny for more. As soon as we were done, I headed over to check out a nearby video store, which is tucked into a nearly abandoned strip center behind a bar that recently closed. Unfortunately, when the bar went so did a lot of the traffic at the ABS, so the last few times I've stopped at the ABS, it has been dead. This time I was pleasantly surprised to see a number of cars in the parking lot. Figuring my chances were good, I paid the fee and went in the back. It's basically a big room, open in the center with the booths on opposite walls. As I made my first pass through, a black dude practically jumped out of his booth to get my attention. However, I played it coy, and walked to the opposite end and back before leaning against the wall a couple feet from his booth. He motioned me over so I joined him. His nice fat, eight and a half inch cock was poking through the zipper of his shorts and pretty soon I was devouring it. He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor, so I followed his example, undid mine, and went back to sucking his cock. Before long, he reached toward my ass. 'JACKPOT', I thought as I kept at his dick. Sure enough, he motioned that he wanted to fuck, so I stood up, he angled behind me, bent me forward, and slid that fat BBC up my cum-slicked hole. Considering we were in a rather cramped booth, he threw a surprisingly good fuck. After a while, though, I couldn't stay in the standing position anymore, so we ended up with me on my knees on the floor and him drilling me semi-doggy style until he whispered "I'm cumming" and shoved in one last time and busted. After a few seconds he pulled out, so I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. I hung around there a little longer hoping one of the other guys wanted to play, but no one bit, so I left to sit in my car for a while, flipping between a4a, bbrts, grindr and scruff looking for some more nutt. Surprisingly, I found a black top on bbrts. He was staying in a motel a few miles away so I headed that direction. His cock wasn't as nice as the first two, but hey a black cock is a black cock. Pretty soon he was buried balls deep and before long he added his seed to my well-fucked cumhole. By this time it was 2:00 AM, so I headed home, completely satisfied.

I've sucked my half brother off and it was hot. We had company spending the night and we had to sleep in the living room. We were talking about sex and shit. Before I knew it I asked him if I could suck his cock he pulled down his pants and will that was the first of many blow jobs I gave him

Usually keep the lpads in me overnight. Love going to sleep knowing that I have someone's seed in me.

This is the fantasy of my 25th birthday: I had always been a safe sex bottom and fucked bare as a top only occasionally. As my 25th birthday was approaching I began to feel I needed to fulfill a long burning desire: to be bred by numerous guys with no questions asked. The night of my birthday I called a friend of mine who happened to be the manager of a local bathhouse. "Hey, D! What's going on birthday boy?" he asked as he answered the phone. "Well Sam, I am needing to fulfill a longtime desire of mine and would like your help." I begin to explain the scenario I want to him: I want to be put in a sling, naked, lubed and blindfolded. I want ads posted on CL, BBRT, A4A and at the entrance of the baths for any and all guys to fuck my hot hole until they drop a load. I explain I will be available all evening and willing to take any cock brought to me. The only catch is this: I don't want to know the guys status until he is breeding me deep and it is too late. Sam agreed to set up the situation for me and I got get ready for my evening, making sure I was clean inside and out, and ready for a night of getting absolutely loaded. When I arrived at the bathhouse Sam greeted me saying "Alright man! I have everything ready and have gotten about 200 replies to all the ads, and there are already about 50 men here waiting." I quivered at the thought of what was before me. I knew this was what I wanted, but I was still slightly nervous. Sam led me to the sling, stripped me naked and locked me in the sling. Now I know I was committed, so when Sam asked I was ready, I replied "I was born ready, babe!" "Mind if I'm the first cock tonight then?" he asked as he dropped his pants. "Bring it on!" He gave me a rough and powerful fuck, just to get me opened and ready to serve men all night. Just as he was about to shoot he leaned over and growled in my ear "Here's your first POZ load of the night bitch! Welcome to the Brotherhood!" I almost passed out as I felt his hot load singe my tight hole. Then he blindfolded me and left me alone for the fun to commence, with only the music to keep me company. (Well, that and the hot load leaking from my ass.) To be continued?

I've been quite horny lately, so I recently posted an advertisement on Craigslist, as well as posting on all the other mobile sites too. Within minutes of my posting I received a reply from a daddy who to breed me. He described himself as 50 years or more old, and that he had an eight inch cock. He also mentioned he only had a few minutes. I sent him my address and when he walked in he found me on my hands and knees, waiting for him to breed me. His cock was, as described, big, hard, and thick. He shoved himself in, and fucked me for a few minutes before filling me with his load. Then he left, saying he'd be back for more.. As his cum dripped out of my pussy and on to the bed. I jerked off thinking about the encounter. Then I scheduled the next guy. WOOF

I was super paranoid when I started wearing mine and thought everyone was staring at it and that it was super obvious. I used to wear a long coat to hide it in my skinny jeans. After a while you get used to it and stop worrying, people don't just stare at each other's crotches walking down the street. I'm so used to mine now it doesn't bother me in the slightest, I wear it to the gym and can hear the lock clicking off it with every jolt. I love it, reminding me that I'm owned. One tip is baby oil, every morning/night. It takes away 90% of any pain you get during erections. It's a lifesaver I promise you.

Let's not forget the article is focusing on straight men. Would be interesting to know what the percentages are for gay men. I guess those would even be lower in the USA because of the availability of PrEP. In Europe or other parts of the world they are probably still higher as PrEP is not available there.

Yeah... I don't find this surprising. I've said it before.... It's not natural to wear a condom. Not the way nature intended. Skin to skin... That sensation? None like it. That's the way it is supposed to be. Good to hear. Means less seed is going to waste.

In my experience it has got much easier to find guys to fuck raw, even younger guys in their twenties and thirties. There is no doubt porn has played its part and two guys I've been with in the last few weeks, a 27 year old and a 35 year old plead to get bred. The language in bareback films has found its way into the bedrooms. It is a good development for those of us who want sex the natural way.

I love having my lovers DNA soak in me overnight. Luckily I sleep on my stomach so I can keep most of it in.

Met up tonight with an guy I've met before. (There's a pic of his dick pounding my ass in April in my gallery). We met at a sauna 20 something miles from Manchester (yes, he is very worth the drive). He is early to mid-20's, has a beautiful lean toned body, lots of tats (huge turn on for me), and a great cock that is always good for a couple loads. We found a booth and I kissed and licked my way down until I was on my knees before him. I happily took his cock into my mouth and throat. He had me climb up on the bed and we traded blowjobs for awhile. My tongue found its way to his ass and I kissed and licked there as well. For some reason tonight, I had the desire to do something I haven't done in years: top. I wanted my dick in his ass. (It has, quite literally, been years...the last time I fucked someone was I think around 2010). He is mostly top but was willing. So he got on all fours and I pushed it in. Have to admit, he felt really good. We flipped and he penetrated me. I asked if his was going to get revenge. He laughed and said 'Oh yeah. And started to pound my ass good. A few minutes later he gave me his first load in my ass. Love the feeling of cum dripping from my hole and down my balls. We flipped again and he rode my dick for a bit. So hot to watch this beautiful stud impale himself and feel my cock sliding in him. Took a short break to catch our breath. Then he pushed his dick in my mouth and fed me his second load. We then cuddled for a few minutes. His lean body snuggled up against my back and ass. So this has been a great week. Sunday I got fucked and bred by a hot ginger (my Pride weekend fuck). Monday night (really Tuesday morning) got piss fucked got the first time (details are posted a bit earlier in this topic), and today I got these loads in my ass and mouth. (When it rains, it pours... But looking forward to repeats with all three of these guys in the future). And, yes,I do love being a proper slut / cumdump. :-)

Yeah make it private men's breeding party for the long haul truckers. Damn miss the rest stop action.

really well writen you've got talent

I agree bbbearlover1. Blk sick is what white ass needs

Damn I love bathhouses. Hot.

I got mine from fort troff years ago. it's a leather sleeve attached to a leather cord. only way it could be better would be if they'd make poppers with a flip-top cap for one-handed use.

I fuckin love this. when the bottom has his head hanging off the bed so his spit plasters his face...my favourite way to fuck throat. Also love holding his head in place on my dick and watching them fight the urge to gag, it's pretty good training for em Got a buddy who fasts for me before I fuck his skull. I can ram it in as deep as I want and nothin unpleasant happens, just him gurgling and slurping on my tool and workin for his prize.

Just as I started to catch my breath, he leaned in and kissed me gently at first but then more aggressively—forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. At the same time he pulled my hands up over my head and pinned them down. With every action he was reinforcing his control over me—complete control. I was still pretty fuzzy from the overdose of g he had given me, so it was a lot for me to take in and process. But as he kissed me and held me down—his body heavy on top of me—I felt myself let go and give in to him. I started to kiss him back just as deeply. And I started to grind my hips up toward his cock. “That’s a good boy. You are starting to learn what you are and what you need. And daddy can give you what you need and help you become your true self. Do you understand boy?” I nodded my head slowly as he stroked by face and licked my ear. He pushed himself off of me and looked down “You are one hot fucking piece of ass, boy.” With no warning he grabbed my torso and lifted it up off the bed and over his shoulder—just as he had done with my boyfriend earlier—and started to carry me across the penthouse playroom. As he walked, he slapped my ass a few times, telling me how hot it was to fuck. “You have no idea how great that ass is. I’m not going to ever let you leave, boy. I’m just going to keep you up here fucked up getting fucked all the time. You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to change your life forever.” We finally reached wherever he was going, and he very gently set me down so that I was standing in front of him. Before I could look around he pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to take such good care of you, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure I’m going to bring to your life. Are you ready?” I looked up into his eyes and nodded. “I want to hear you say you’re ready. Tell daddy you want to be his boy.” “Yes, daddy. I want to be your boy.” He leaned in close and cupped my chin with his hand. “Say it again, boy.” “I want to be your boy, daddy.” He started to shift his weight away from me and shake his head. “I don’t know, boy. You don’t seem like you really want it…” I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hairy pecs, “Please, daddy, I’ll do whatever you want. Please! I need to be your boy.” I was completely overcome with terror as I thought about never being held or kissed or fucked by him again—this man who had drugged and raped me. I knew that part of it was the lingering effects of the g. But it was more than that. “I think you are ready, boy.” He walked me a few steps backward and leaned me back into a sling that was in a semiprivate alcove at the opposite end of the penthouse from the oversized bed. “This is my own little private play area—my husband can only come here when he’s invited. It’s where I like to break in my new fuck boys.” He gently lifted my legs into the sling and fastened them into cuffs and then pulled me all the way back into the sling and did the same for my right arm. The left arm he left free and pushed a rolling cart with a padded rest underneath. He stepped behind me and grabbed something from a shelf, which I realized was a blindfold as he slipped it over me eyes. “Just relax—daddy’s going to take good care of you. The only way to be my boy is to trust me completely and absolutely. There’s nothing you can do and no way to turn back now, little boy, so you need to make the choice to give yourself to me unconditionally.” I nodded as the words “Yes daddy, anything you want.” tumbled out of my mouth. “Good boy.” I could hear him doing something behind me, but my brain couldn’t make sense of what it was he could be doing. I heard and felt a chair being pulled up beside me on the side where my arm was not restrained. “Hold your arm completely still.” I felt him wipe my arm with something cold and wet—and it only then dawned on my that he was about to use a needle to inject me with something. I must have tensed up a bit because he whispered to me, “Don’t you worry boy. Daddy was a fireman for over thirty years—so he’s had extensive medical training. Just relax and learn to love being my chem boy.” As he said the last few words, let out a deep breath and tried to let go of my anxiety. I felt the smallest prick and a few seconds later I started to cough intensely and suddenly I was alive like I’ve never been before. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I started to pant and moan. And that’s when daddy slipped his hard cock back inside of me. The second he buried his thick cock all the way to the hilt I shot a load. “Fuck, yeah, boy. You like getting slammed and having daddy’s cock all the way inside you??” “YES! Please! Don’t ever stop fucking me. Please!”

most loads was 5--so far. Longest I held was 30-32 hours. Some seeped out but I try to hold cum as long as I can in my ass. My fuckbud's loads are thick and big so that helps. Usually get only one at a time. Love being bred then being in public at a bar drinking, riding a bus, etc knowing if someone fingered me or fucked me they'd find me preloaded.

love when a bottom submits to being in a chastity device. it signifies that he is there to take loads, and his cock does not matter for sex.

I don't see anything wrong with having feeling towards a family member. I know that if my father or sister came to me and offered to fuck, i might accept that offer. But whether or not you should tell your brother how you feel, well that's something only you can determine.

I woke up when my friends called. They wanted to go out for some drinks and dinner. We went to a pub where they brew their own beer and served massive portions of food. The beer came on long wooden serving plates and you could drink yourself through their different varieties. I love beer! We drank and got pretty drunk. I forgot my dark secret for a while. Next to the bathroom was a breathalyzer. You put some money in and it measures you alcohol. I managed to hit 0.2% and was feeling accordingly. The guys were in an excellent mood, but I had enough. My brain was telling me to go to sleep and my cock told me that there was nothing to get here. On the rare occasion where the two agree, one should follow their advice. It was a big of a hike back to the subway, so I went on grindr and chatted up a few guys. Everyone seemed to be out and about. I debated whether I should join any of them, but instead jumped on the subway and looked for gay places in Schoeneberg. As I sat on the train, I skimmed some of the descriptions of various gay businesses, and noticed quite a few nasty ones. My cock got hard. Just then I looked up only to see the subway doors were closing and that I had missed the station at which I had intended to disembark. 'Fuck', I thought. More walking. Anyhow, I got off at the next station and Google maps to show me the way. Suddenly, I stopped in front of a sign 'The Bull'. I just read about this place. It sounded like one of the nastiest cruising places in Berlin. My cock jumped, and I brain was screaming no, but the alcohol made me listen to my cock. Securing my my cards and most of my money in my socks, I walked into 'The Bull'. The place wasn't particularly crowded, so I ordered a beer and scanned the room. Most of the patrons were middle aged men, drunk and horny. I smiled, finished my drink and disappeared into the darkroom. On my way in I passed a guy who was wearing only leather chaps. A beautiful tattoo was depicted on his torso, above his cock. A bio-hazard sign. Fuck that was hot. He turned around and followed me in. In a corner, I went on my knees and started to suck his cock. My eyes fixed on the tattoo in the dim light and my nose almost hitting it with every deep throat. He moaned, inhaled from a small bottle and held it under my nose. I started feeling the same sensation as the night before. I took of my shirt and threw it into the corner. Another cock appeared. The guy must have been at least 50. When I hesitated, Bio-hazard guy took my mouth and forced it onto the other guy's cock, which was rock hard. The cock tasted great, especially as he was drooling lots of precum. My cock was also rock hard and also leaking precum, although my precum was being absorbed by my jock strap. Bio-hazard guy helped my in taking off my pants while I was sucking the old guy so there I was, on my knees, in my jockstrap and my sneakers, sucking two cocks. Bio-hazard guy started fingering my hole, using some lube he found somewhere. “Are you poz?” I managed to mumble a reply of sorts while sucking the two cocks. "You're not?” “No, I am not.” “Oh well, don’t worry about it. It will be fine.” With that he lifted my ass and pushed his cock in. It felt amazing and I couldn’t control myself, moaning loudly. The old guy smiled, and placed a small bottle under my nose, encouraging me to take a hit, whispering "You like poz cocks, don’t you, you little slut?” “Fuck yeah” was all I could manage. “Take my poz babies, you hot little slut” bio-hazard guy almost shouted as he exploded in my ass. Before I could straighten up, the old guy pushed his cock in me and started fucking. Bio-hazard guy, meanwhile, left without a word. However, he must have told the guys back in the bar, because before the old guy could unload, a group of guys arrived. They opened their pants, wanked and lined-up. Some made me suck them first, while others went straight for my hole. They fucked and fucked and fucked. Load after load was dumped in my hole. In between popper rushes, I completely lost my sense of time. My hole started hurting, but all I could moan was “more lube.” A guy stepped forward wanked and sprayed his load over my hole while another guy was fucking me, laughingly remarking “Here you go.” More guys came in. Some had a look and left, while others joined the crowd. Eventually, however, it seemed as if they were all done: the last guy dumped his load and left, I was exhausted, and in looking around noticed the old guy was still there. “What a hot little neg slut you are! You just took 13 loads. I have no idea how many of them were poz, but hopefully it is your lucky number.” With that he strolled-out. I rested for a second and waited for the poppers to clear my head. I couldn’t find my clothes, and panicking, searched everywhere for them. Nothing. So I walked out to the bar and asked the bar man if he had any suggestions. He was obviously expecting me, as without a word he handed me an envelope in which I found a hand-written note, a 50 EUR note and, thank God, my phone. The hand-written note read “Byy yourself some new clothes - for the new you!” What just happened? The time on my phone said 5:15 AM. The sun was about to rise and I had nothing but my jockstrap for a 600 meter walk. I ordered a whiskey, finished it and left the bar. Somehow, I enjoyed the walk. I hadn’t cum, was still drunk and it was pleasantly warm. The receptionist just smiled at me, I slipped into the elevator made it into the room without anyone else noticing me. Looking into the mirror I took measure of myself: for some reason, my hair was covered in cum or something, my jock was wet with precum, and my hairy legs and pieces of dried and half dried cum were sticking everywhere on my body. I was a slut! I knew that as soon as I blew my load I would panic, that I would feel disgusted and might even run to the hospital. But I honestly didn’t want to. I jumped into bed the way I was. Let tomorrow be the day of worries. This day I was a cumdump. I was my true self.

Great story! I can see myself in the last part, when you have been getting bred and suddenly you panic and say to your fuckers that you have to go home and then you jump in the shower and try to wash out your ass from all the cum they deposited up there. Thank´s and keep on writing stories, you have a feel for it!

5. “Ok boy, time for us to go back to my place and work out what I am going to do with you for not listening earlier” With that Boss lead me to his truck as I was, face covered in filth wearing only my jock and a cockcage. My face was beat red on the drive to his house. I couldn’t stop thinking about how low I had sank so quickly. Had it only been a week ago I thought I was straight and had never tried poppers? Had it only been a week since I could say for sure I was neg. These thoughts raced around in my head and tears quietly slid down my cheeks, making lines in the filthy. Boss didn’t look over the entire time until we reached his house and pulled into his garage. He looked over at me and I saw his face soften a little. Reaching across he pulled me to him and kissed me patiently, his tongue exploring my mouth. His warm body pressed against mine. He kissed the tracks of my tears and like the filthy off my face, kissing me again I could taste it on his tongue. Pulling me into a close hug he whispered in my ear. “Such a good boy, yes you are. Gonna make me real proud once I am done. Come so far so fast and done such a good job at being my cump pig, my popper whore, my poz son. Yeah that’s it just cry out your past life so I can give you a new one.” He stroked the back of my head while he said this and I found it oddly calming. I felt proud that I could see this side of Boss and that I had already made him so proud. I could feel my cock straining against the cock cage with pride and a groan escaped my lips as I nuzzled into the side of his neck. Smelling his manly scent and wanting it all over me. “Ok boy get out and get inside so we can get to fixing the last bits that need fixing. Now I’m gonna be rough on you but you know you need it and you know you deserve it. And I do not wanna hear you say no in there. I promise you will not be in true danger but we need to get you sorted and make it stick that you are just a popper whore and need to be bred by big men like your Poz Daddy.” “Yes Sir, thank you for molding me and making me a better man” With that with both got out of his car and walked to his house, once inside he shut the door and ordered me to kneel. I sank to my knees immediately and locked my hands behind my head. He ruffled my hair and I knew that I had done good. “Follow me this way” Instinctively I stay on all fours and followed Boss to door inside that lead downstairs his basement, I balked at the top of the stairs not knowing how to crawl down without possibly falling and injuring us both. Halfway down Boss turned and told me I could stand up and walk down the stairs. I got up and followed him down. The basement was one giant room. The floor was painted black and made of hard rubber mats like at the gym. There was a section off shower to one side, a table in the middle with straps, restraint built into the was as well. A long shelf was filled with items, I spot cat of nine tails, paddles made from a variety of materials, balls gags, hoods, and various butt plugs, some even had what looked like tails. And in one corner was a full barber set including chair. Boss turned around and I was there kneeling ready for my punishment. I knew I had done wrong but more guiltily I knew I Had disappointed him. “Since this is your first time I will go easy on you. First things first since you are going to be my boy we need to trim you up a bit. Boys do not have hair. And you need to start as a boy before I decide if you should be something else.” That said he lead me to the showered of area and too out some clippers. The cold steel and vibrations felt weird against my skin and I cried as I watch my pride, my furry pelt that had let me know I was a man fall around me. Boss then went over to the barber chair and came back with a straight razor, brush, and shaving soap. Lathering it up in his hands he coated each section of my body. Careful using the straight razor to get the closest possible shave. “Now I will teach you how to use this in the future. Also sometime I like a nice hot shave from my son so you will learn and be my barber. You will also learn so you can prep any other boys I might bring home for our use.” My heart jumped at that last bit….I had thought I was his only boy. My reaction must have shown on my face because he chuckled to himself. “I said our use son, some of those boys are low enough even to let a popper whore like you fuck em, plus they need to learn how low they are and where they should be. Don’t worry I won’t replace you , your mine forever now” My heart swelled in pride as Boss turned on the shower and rinsed me off. The water felt so different against my skin, felt odd and slick and it coursed down and rolled off instead of getting tangled in my body hair. When Boss pulled me out he point me to a mirror and my eyes grew wide with shock. I looked like a different person, and I realized I was a different person, I was no long Justin, I was boy, no I was a Poz Son and I had a punishment coming and need to take it to serve my Boss. I turned from the mirror, lowered my head and dropped to my knees, hands behind my head, and waited for my next instrucitons…..

Easy, fellas. It's been an interesting day so far. As I said, it was such a surprise when I undressed him. He was smooth and had a lovely star tattoo at the end of his back. Perfect bubble ass, yet he wasn't exactly buff. He was shaking, I was down on my knees behind him. I kissed his tattoo, his glutes, I smelled him. He started breathing heavily, but I hadn't touched hin yet. I pushed my face in between his glutes and started rimming him. I got hard as hell, and his shadow against the wall drew his boner. I was rimming my workmate after months, years of fantasizing about having him in my bed. I started stroking him as I ate his ass. He put his arms behind his head, he didn't know where to put them. He just kept whispering: "don't stop, please." I delivered and continued. He grabbed my head the best he could in that position and pressed my tongue inside his hole. We were starting to have fun. The best part? Our workplace is a few minutes away from home, so it's was kinky and exciting. Horny as fuck. I stood up with my cock throbbing against his ass. He turned around and we made out for a while. He started praising my arms, and to my surprise he lifted my right arm and licked my pit. Fuck. This bitch was into kinky stuff. He got down on his knees and started sucking me. I face-fucked him for a while and the first load went down his throat. I didn't say anything, he just looked at me when he tasted it and deepthroated me. He just took it and kept sucking. My cock was still hard. "I'm super horny," he said. "Me too, babe." "I really need you to fuck me." "Want me to fuck you hard?" "Fuck yes." (He opened his legs to me in bed) "Want my thick cum?" "Just give me more." And I just lubed us up and pushed my cock's head in. He moaned a little, I stopped. "No, no, I'm ok. Keep pushing." I pushed all my cock in, my balls slapped his ass. I looked at him: "You ok?" He smiled and said "I'm fine." I pulled it out but not entirely and I released all stress by fucking his brains out. We fucked for about 25-35 minutes and he said: "Keep fucking me. I'm cumming." I thrusted and banged him even harder, deeper, faster. What a beautiful cumshot! Covered all his bright-white-now-turned-red face. I couldn't hold it much longer: "I'm seeding you, babe." What a fucking tasty orgasm as I felt my cock shooting seven times inside his hole. I collapsed on his sweaty chest and we kissed. We started chatting and went on repeat mode twice. I wasn't able to come back in here because he was with me this morning, and I was breeding that busted hole once more. He's definitely one of a kind. This is him.

Personally I'd like to know what became of the girl.

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

Part V (d) He walked back to the back and pulled out another bottle of water and two smaller phials. He attached the tube to the ball gag and once again I was forced to drink a litre of water. I greedily gulped it down as he stroked my abs and cock through my speedos. I was slick with sweat and in my speedos, precum. So wet I could smell it. I was so turned on. He dropped the bottled and flipped open a phial. As he poured it down the tube he whispered to me. "Are you going to be a good Cunt Boi? Can I take off the ball gag?" I nodded vigorously. I wanted my mouth free. I wanted to taste him. Lick him. Suck him. He clicked open the second phial and drank it himself. He flung both of them to the floor. He reached round and pulled the rubber strap restraining the gag. He eased it out of the mouth. I stretch my jaw and licked my lips. Good this felt good. He grabbed my face and pushed his tongue my throat before I could react. His tongue crushed my own beneath it. I could taste his spit and the bitter taste of the liquid in his mouth. I kissed him back, lost in the suddenly sensuality of the moment. His hands reached round and slid into my speedos. My arse was so sweaty. His fingers probed my hole then reach round to cup my balls. He stopped kissing me and started at me. "A point. Shaved balls. A nice hairy crack. Another point." He reached up and released the leash and dragged me towards the other door. He kicked it open with one foot. It was a dining room. A normal dining room. He led me to the table and pushed me against it and kicked my legs apart. The drugs were kicking in. I felt elated. My heart was racing. Everything I looked at seemed sharply etched. The colours bright and vibrant. I didn't resist as I felt him manacle my feet and wrists. He undid the leash. He pulled down my speedos and exposed my arse. The cold air felt good. I heard a click. I felt slight pressure on the butt plug and tensed. I felt him twist it in my arse and moaned from the intensity of the feeling. He grunted. I only noticed the other bag when he reached down to retrieve another length of pipe. I felt gentle pressure against my arse and then felt some tubing in my arse. I pushed against it. He laughed. "That's it my sweaty whore." I suddenly felt cold liquid leak into my arse. Fuck it felt amazing. It seemed to chill my arse. My cock jumped to attention. I gasped. So cold. Too cold. My fists involuntarily clenched as the cold turned to freezing. I began to double up as the heat of my body reacted to the increasing freeze in my arse. I wanted to tell him to stop but remembered what he had said. I gritted my teeth. I started to breathe out to counter the intensity of the feeling. Nothing worked. "How does that feel? Cold? Freezing? Painful?" I moaned and blew air out of lungs. Phlegm and spit erupted from my mouth. I moaned as the temperature dropped another notch. My legs were shaking. "That's it boy. Feel it. It's just water." I shook my head. It couldn't just be water. I'd had ice cubes pushed up my arse before but this was so much more intense. And cold. I actually couldn't feel the butt plug anymore. He chuckled. "Good Boi. I'd have thought you would have begged me to stop. A point. That's three. It's just water. Oh. And a bit of Deep Freeze mixed it." I gasped and slumped forward. Fucking hell! The liquid in my arse continued to drop in temperature. It felt like my arse itself was being frozen. I struggled against the manacles. Pointlessly. He pulled the tube from my arse and slapped my left arse cheek. I yelled out. The pain! Not on my arse but inside. He laughed as he pulled up my speedos. "Come on pussy boy. This is nothing. It'll warm up." He came into view. He was sweating so much it was leaving a trail as he walked. He pulled a bottle from the bag and started drinking. Half way through he stopped and as I watched he poured the rest over his head. It cascaded down his body. My god he was beautiful. He leaned against the table and looked at me. "I'm impressed." He pushed himself away from the table. He pulled another bottle of poppers from the bag and opened them. He took two deep sniffs and then fed me. Once. Twice. Three, four, five times. Every time I tried to,pull away he slapped my face. Increasingly hard. I learned to obey. It took all my will power to stay standing. I leaned against the table. My arms and legs ached. I had no idea how long I had been tied up. I was oblivious to anything apart from the sensations in my arse and the hardness of my cock. I suddenly looked up. He'd disappeared. I turned my head. Where the fuck was he. I heard the door open again. He reappeared with my mate. I gritted my teeth as a flash of anger welled through me. He led him to the table. He was grinning. He was in a black jock. That was it. Peter pushed him towards me. He walked around me. Inspecting me. I felt his hands touch my body. I gasped. It felt good. His hand slipped to my cock and he rubbed it through the lycra. He leaned down and licked my crotch. I moaned. He walked behind me and I felt his tongue licked the sweat from my back. I shivered. His hand found the butt plug and gently pushed against it. The mere touch sent waves of coldness through my gut. I grunted. "Stop." He stopped and returned to Peter who stroked his hair and kissed him gently. "I know what baby wants." My mate grinned and nodded. Peter pushed him against the table opposite me and stood behind him. He grabbed the poppers and took a succession of drags. Peter lowered himself and as I watched my mate's face was flooded with pleasure. Peter was rimming him out. I could actually hear his tongue as it lapped against my mate's hole. A hole I knew only too well from nights out when we'd gone home together and played with each other's arse. It was always shaved. Pink. I loved rimming him. Anger flashed through me again. Why him!?! What the fuck was he doing here. I couldn't but watch. My mate's eyes were closed. He was breathing heavily. Gasping. And clearly grinding his arse into Peter's face. His hand was on his own hard cock, wanking it. "ENOUGH!" I froze. My mate froze. Peter stood up. "What did you say?" I shook my head. "What. Did. You. Say?" I looked down at the table. I heard a thud. I looked up. My mate was bent forward and groaning. "WHAT DID YOU SAY!" He pulled my mate up by his hair and he screamed. Peter put a hand around his throat and started squeezing. My mate tried to struggle. Peter's other arm restrained him. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME!" My mate's eyes were bulging. I struggled against my manacles. This wasn't happening. It had to stop. And stop now. "Sorry." Peter did not stop. My mate was gurgling. Jesus. "SORRY." Peter released my mate, swung him round and landed a hard punch into his gut. He collapsed. I could hear him gasping for breath but couldn't see him. Peter strode up to me. I could see the anger in his eyes. I struggled against the manacles. I was scared. His hand came up and smacked me across the face. He grabbed me by the throat. "You fucking runt. How dare you presume to speak. Or order me." His grip tightened. I felt him crushing my windpipe. "You came here thinking you knew what you were letting yourself in for. You presumptuous little fucker. I know who you are. Your tidy little flat. Your 9-5 job. Thinking you're clever for the double life of sleaze you think you have." He let go and I leaned forward to catch my breath. "You've no fucking idea. I'm here to teach you a lesson. I'll teach you to think you know what you want. By the time I've finished with you I'll have put your pathetic life into a new perspective." He spun around and leaned down over my friend. He dragged him back to the other room. I heard a door slam. He returned and rummaged in the bag. He pulled out another phial. He flipped it open and walked up to me. He raised it to my lips. I looked into his eyes and saw something that scared me more than anything. Pure hatred. I turned my head away. With his other hand he pulled my face back to the phial and forced it between my teeth. He pulled my head back and emptied the contents into my mouth and dropped the phial. He quickly reached up and blocked my nose. I was forced to swallow. Blackness enveloped me.

Part V ( He stood before me in all his magnificence. He was wearing black boots polished so brightly that I could see my reflection in them. Skin tight leather chaps that hugged his muscular thighs. A black jock that looked ready to burst. Across his rippling chest was a harness as polished as his boots. His pecs were beautifully sculpted and his six pack was deep deep and cut. His arms bulged with muscle and on top of this all was his face. A firm jaw dusted with stubble and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. And surprisingly never noticed before. He was six foot of chiselled muscle. I gasped. He took my hard and placed it on his stomach then pulled it down to his crotch. He whispered: "You will have to try harder. I am not even semi erect." He dropped my hard to my side and stared into my eyes. His hand dropped to my hard cock in my speedos and stroked it. I moaned as my cock jumped at his touch. It felt electric. I felt sweat build on my skin and just as quickly evaporate leaving a chill. He smiled. "Mmmm good. Stage two seems to have kicked in." He turned and walked to the sofa and sat down. He retrieved a bottle wedged into the sofa and threw them to me. "Sniff" he ordered. I opened them and took a sniff of poppers. "Again." I obeyed. "Deeper." I took a deeper swag of poppers. "Again." I moaned as I raised the bottle to my nose again. Another deep draught and my head began to swim. I felt sweat cover my body again as I looked at him. He sat back and kneaded his crotch. "Come here." I walked over and stood before him and he stood up to meet me. Suddenly out of nowhere he landed a fist into my stomach. I yelled as I doubled over in pain and fell to my knees. "GET UP YOU FUCKING PUSSY BOI!" He wrenched me to my feet and kicked my legs apart. He grabbed me by the face and forced me to look at him. I heard his gargle and then he gobbed into my face. I felt the gob slide down my nose and into my mouth. The pain in my stomach was unbearable. He glared at me. "You fucking pussy. You think that hurts. It's only the beginning." His hand wrapped round my neck and pushed me to the floor. He put a foot on the back of my head and pushed my face to the floor. I moaned. "Fucking polish my boots you cunt." I grabbed his boot and opened my mouth. I started to lick his boot. "DO IT PROPERLY! Gob on it first!" I obeyed. I gobbed on his boot and then licked it off. The polish was so bitter and made me gag. But I didn't dare stop. My eyes were watering. I licked and gobbed on both boots. The taste was so bitter. I gagged and retched. Suddenly I felt something go round my neck. My hands reached up but before I could do anything I was pulled up from the floor by a cord. My hands reached to my neck and felt leather. I looked at him. He was holding a leather leash. "Good boi. Not bad. But not quick enough. You lose a point." His fist landed in my stomach again. But this time the leash kept me upright and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I was dizzy. The pain was excruciating. My eyes were watering. He pulled me behind him and dragged me to a chair. He pushed me into it and then snapped my head back as he fastened the leash to the chair. Before I could struggle he had fastened my hands to manacles at the side of the chair. I tried to struggle and he slapped my head. Hard. Dazed I could resist as he fastened my feet to the chair as well. He walked in front of me. He forced my mouth open and forced something into it. I was confused. Then the taste of bitter rubber hit me. A ball gag. He fastened it around my head. And stood back. "Good Cunt Boi. You need to learn a lesson. As I said I've been watching you perving over me at the gym. Disgusting runt. Not brave enough to talk to me cunt? Well we'll have to teach you a lesson won't we?" We? I struggled against my restraints. The chair didn't move. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it was fastened to the floor. Panic flooded my body. My heart was racing. I was sweating. My head was spinning. He chuckled. "Did you like the taste of the polish?" I squinted through the sweat pouring down my face. "My own blend. K. G. And a little something my chemist gave me." I moaned. I was sweating profusely. "Raises the body temperature. That's why it's important to drink a lot. But don't want to knock you out. No. Not yet. So a bit of caffeine too. A pick me up like the two pills you took this morning. A nice combination." His hand dropped to my nipple. I was now slick with sweat. He tweaked it hard making me scream through my ball gag. He leaned down and looked into my eyes. "Now. Now. Don't make a fucking scene. You've wanted this. You know it. Since you first saw me. SO DON'T FUCKING WHINE!" He slapped the back of my head and walked behind the sofas. He pulled up a bag and delved into it. I moan as he pulled out a rubber tube and a bottle of water. He walked back towards me and I began to struggle against the restraints trying the beg him to stop. I was sweating. Shaking. Panicking. He stood in front of me and I could not help but stare at his ripped bod. I wanted to escape but I also wanted him to dominate me. Use me. He leaned down and pushed the tube into the ball gag and I felt the end of it pushed against my tongue. I watched as he attached the other end to the bottle. "As I said. Your body temperature has been raised so you need to drink. If you resist you'll choke. And maybe drown. So relax you cunt and drink." He tipped the bottle up and water rushed into my mouth. Cold. Fresh. Water. I gulped it down greedily. I felt the cold spread through my body. Sweat seemed to evaporate from my body as the water washed into me. And then must as suddenly it was over. I begged for more. He slapped me hard across the face and showed me the bottle, It was empty. "Don't be greedy cunt Boi." He stood up and looked at me then sighed. "I'm bored." He spun around and started to walk away. I stared after him. Where was he going. He couldn't leave me like this. I screamed after him at the same time as my eyes devoured his arse and legs in the chaps. The muscles rippling down his back under the harness. I wanted him. He walked to the door on the left and opened it. He disappeared. Silence. I heard him unzip something. Then heard him return. I shook the sweat from my eyes and when I need them he was leading someone into the room. He was bollock naked apart from a ball gag. His cock was stiff. A metal cock ring tight against his balls. He shuffled past my master and dropped to his knees in front of me. Fucking hell. It was my mate. He looked up at me and smiles. He was totally blessed out. What the fuck was this? Again I struggled against my restraints. I screamed. The muscle guy just laughed as he stroked my mate's head. My mate looked up adoringly as the master leaned down and gobbed into his mouth before kissing him. Cunt! I was so angry. What the fuck was this! This wasn't how it was meant to happen! I kept struggling. Screaming. My master walked toward me and smacked me in the stomach. Harder than before. And again. He granted me by the chin. "What Cunt Boi? Angry? Really? Did you think you were enough? Fuck me you arrogant little piece of shit. How dare you presume you are special. You need to be taught a proper lesson." He delved into the bag and pulled out a syringe. I whimpered. "I bet you think you've seen it all. Think that you're a real whore. Slut. Well let me tell you that you're nothing. Done nothing. Achieved nothing. Your pathetic life means nothing." He pushed the syringe into the tube still attached to the ball gag. "Well nothing - yet." He pushed down on the syringe and flooded my mouth with sweet liquid. I gratefully swallowed it. He laughed. "Greedy for Tina aren't you?" My eyes opened wide. My rule was always 'Never Tina'. I'd seen guys on it and it had scared me. Their total loss of inhibitions. No. I started to struggle to no avail. Suddenly a searing warmth hit my body. I was beyond just sweating. It was pouring off me. There was a burning feeling in the base of my cock. The tip of my cock was itching like crazy. He leaned forward and blew air into my face. I moaned with pleasure. Fuck that felt good. His hand dropped to me hard cock and he tugged it. I felt presumably spurt out. I tried to push against his hand but couldn't move. I looked at him imploringly. He leaned forward and looked me in the eyes. "What do you want, baby?" he said with utter gentleness. I whimpered. I wanted him to remove the ball gag so I could tell him that I wanted him. He chuckled. "Poor boy. You lose a point." What!? I screamed and shook my restraints. How!? He sat down opposite me on the sofa. My mate crawled on his hands and knees and sat between his legs with his bag to me. He pulled him up and as I watched they kissed. My mate traced his tongue down my master's body. He lifted his right arm and I was forced to watch as he ate out his pit, moaning with pleasure as he did so. I wanted to close my eyes. But I couldn't. My master's hand came round and groped my mate's arse, spreading the cheeks to expose his hole. I looked at it. It had clearly been fucked. Used. I moaned. I was jealous. My master then pushed my mate between his legs and I watched as he clearly pulled his cock out of his jock. My mate moaned as he went down and started to suck and gag on it. I could see nothing. My master pulled a toke bag out from the side of the sofa and helped himself to something. Then he retrieved a bottle of poppers and took one, two, three, four deep hits. His hand rested on the back of my mate's head, holding it in place. He stared at me and winked. "Fuck John's good isn't he." He closed his eyes lost in pleasure. I screamed.

PART III I stared at Coach Pitt’s cock. It twitched every few seconds, a steady stream of precum sliding into the ridges of his furry abs. He saw me staring and grinned. “You like my dick, boy?” I nodded eagerly, and my own cock twitched. He grabbed my fat piece of meat and whistled. “Goddamn, Lance—you’ve got a pretty hot cock yourself.” He kissed me again, then looked me square in the eyes. “Now, listen: I promised Coach Strickland that he could watch me destroy your virginity. But before that happens, I’d really like to see you worship my cock. You wanna worship Coach’s cock?” “Fuck yeah, Coach.” “Then get on your knees, boy.” I knelt down in front of him, inhaling the scent of his fur and his precum and his sweaty crotch. I’d only sucked a few cocks before, and hadn’t really gotten the hang of it. But I’d never touched a cock like this. As I stared at the veiny shaft glistening with precum, my hunger for Coach’s dick activated instincts I didn't know were there. I wrapped my mouth eagerly around his mushroom head and began sucking on it like his seed was the only thing keeping me alive—first swallowing a few inches, then slowly engulfing more and more of it in my mouth. I wanted to please and worship this man more than anything else in the world. “Good boy,” he growled. “That’s a very, very good boy. You know, Lance, I suspected you were probably a hungry little fag, but I had no idea what a natural pig I had on my hands. I can already tell that you’re gonna make me so proud.” I murmured with pleasure as I kept creeping my lips down the length of his cock. He moaned, and I tasted his DNA as it dripped steadily down the back of my throat. “Turn around,” he said. “I wanna munch on that sweet little jockbutt.” I spun around for him. He gently pushed down on the small of my back so that my spine arched, then he positioned my legs to expose my hole even more. “Spread it, pig,” he said, and I reached back and spread my hungry butt. “Just like that. I like to see you just totally open and vulnerable. Submissive. Proud of your role as a chemmed-up cumhole.” With that, he dove right into my wide-open butt. I gasped as he buried his face in me, and I could hear him growl and snort as he spit and chewed and tongued my tight hole. I whimpered. Then he pulled me upright, turned my head to the side, and kissed me. “Your hole tastes fuckin’ awesome,” he said to me. “When I’m fucking you, I’ll pull out from time to time and shove my cock down your throat. That way you can taste your hot little boybutt all over my raw dick. Got it?” I nodded, and he kissed me a little more. His mouth was full of the same spit that was dripping out of my fuckhole and down my leg. Then he stood up. “OK, boy,” he said with a grin. “It’s time to head to my place and get you knocked up.” He pulled me to my feet and threw me a warm-up jersey. “Just put that on. No underwear. I want you to be naked as soon as possible once we’re inside my house.” Meanwhile, he threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, zipping it up to cover his hairy chest and abs. His hard cock formed a huge tent in his sweats, pulling the elastic band low enough that I could see his pubic hair. As we drove back to his place, he took out his phone and dialed Coach Strickland. “Hey, bud,” he said. “I’ve got the boy with me. We’ll be there in 10 minutes. You wanna get those hits ready? Oh, and by the way—Lance has something to tell you.” He handed the phone to me. “Tell him, Lance. Tell him what you want tonight.” “Hey,” I said. Strickland replied, “Hey, buddy. You got something to tell me?” I hesitated just for a moment, then plunged right in: “I wanna get fucked. I want your raw dick in my hole. I need it. So bad.” “Woof. That’s fuckin’ hot, boy. You gonna make me pull out?” “Fuck no, Coach. Cum in my butt. Please.” “Holy shit, dude. You’re such a fuckin’ good boy.” Here I paused again. I looked over at Coach Pitt, who gave me a little nod. Then I turned back to the phone and said, very quietly, “And one more thing. I want your poz cum.” A long pause. Then Strickland said: “What was that? I didn’t quite hear you, boy.” Another pause. Then I heard myself say, clearly and confidently, “I said I want you to bareback my hungry hole full of poz cum.” Strickland let out a little whoop. “Fuck yeah, you hot little pig! You wanna get inducted into the brotherhood? Wanna get converted?” “Yes please, Coach.” “Good fucking BOY,” he replied, and whooped again. Coach Pitt motioned for me to hand back the phone. “I told you this boy had potential,” he said to Strickland. “But I had no idea just how much. See you in a few.” When we pulled into the garage and closed the door, Strickland walked out to meet us wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts. I could see the outline of his giant cock through the mesh fabric. His chest and abs were covered with a thin layer of blond fur. I stared at his dick. “Hey, little buddy,” said Strickland. “Get down on your knees and suck my dick.” I obeyed. Kneeling before this studly fucker, I greedily swallowed the giant head of his dick. He grabbed my hair and began easing more and more of his cock into my mouth. “Fuck, dude,” he said. “This fag is a natural cocksucker.” “I know,” said Coach Pitt. “I can’t wait to see how he reacts to a big raw dick in his butt.” With that, Strickland pulled me off his cock and yanked me to my feet. “C’mon inside, boy,” he said. “I’ve prepared a very special surprise for you. You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.” I followed him inside, then downstairs to a dark room that smelled like sweat and piss. Sex toys were everywhere. A sling was in the corner. And on a table near the doorway, I saw three syringes laid out in a row. “Get up in the sling,” said Strickland. “Coach Pitt will secure your hands and feet.” I did as I was told. Taking off the warm-up jersey, I climbed into the sling and put my legs into the stirrups. Coach Pitt winked at me as he secured my hands and feet. Then he grabbed a piece of rubber and tied it around my arm. “Listen, boy,” he said. “This is gonna be really intense, but just trust me. Just go with it. Coach Strickland prepared a big slam for you. That means he’s put drugs into a syringe, and we’re gonna inject it right into your bloodstream. You’ll feel an incredibly intense rush, then you’ll just want dick in your hole. Raw dick. Our dicks. And everyone else’s dicks, too.” “We’re filming this, by the way,” said Strickland, pointing to a camera in the corner. “We want to document your initiation. I don’t care if that makes you uncomfortable. Frankly, in just a few minutes, you won’t care either.” I watched as Coach Pitt secured a rubber strap to his own bicep. Then Strickland handed him a syringe and swabbed my arm with an alcohol pad. “Coach Pitt is gonna do his slam at the same time as you,” Strickland said to me. “That way he can talk you through the initial rush. I’ll slam second. And then, little buddy, we’re both gonna get you fuckin’ pregnant.” He removed the orange cap from the syringe, tapping it to remove any air bubbles. He found a good vein and inserted the needle. He looked back at Coach Pitt, who was doing the same. “Just tell me when you’re ready, Pitt,” he said. I watched as Strickland pulled the plunger back from my syringe, and it turned deep red. “I’ve got a register,” said Coach Pitt. “Fuckin’ do it.” And with that, Strickland undid the rubber strap from my bicep and began pushing down on the plunger. I watched the red liquid disappear into my vein, then felt a scratching at the back of my throat. I coughed violently as a rush of blood and chemicals went to my head. My heart began beating in double time. “Hold your arm up, boy,” said Strickland, showing me how to keep a finger over the entry point. I heard Coach Pitt exhale loudly, growl, and say “Fuck yeah” under his breath. Strickland went off to do his own slam, and Coach Pitt approached me, his giant dick bobbing in front of him, rock-hard. He, too, had his arm in the air, and his eyes were full of crazy, devilish intensity. Meanwhile, I was a little panicked. The rush was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I couldn’t even begin to process what I was feeling. “It’s OK, boy,” said Coach Pitt, gently. “Just go with it. We gave you a REALLY big hit. Does this make you feel any better?” He ran his hands across my chest, tweaking my nips, then slowly moved his fingers down to my stomach. “Or this?” He inserted two fingers in my hole, and my eyes immediately rolled back in my head. Coach Pitt laughed. “Fuck yeah, boy,” he said. “This sweet little fuckhole’s all slammed up, and it’s ready to get fuckin’ pozzed. You want my dick, boy?” “Fuck yeah,” I said, completely blown away by the intense sensation of his fingers in my hole—it was like his fingers were everywhere on my body at once. In fact, my body felt like nothing but a hole. And all I could think was that I needed Coach’s big dick inside me, I needed his sweet fuckin’ seed, I needed his virus, I needed him to mark me, own me, use me, wreck me. “Here you go, pig,” he said, resting the head of his dick against my fuckhole. “Strickland and I are gonna fuck you raw. We’re gonna breed you full of our poz seed. Then we’ll have some buddies come over to work all that cum up inside you, blasting you full of more virus. We’ll do everything we can to get you fuckin’ converted, I promise you.” That’s when he inserted the head of his cock inside my hole. My ass radiated with hunger. My mouth dropped open and my eyes fluttered. Coach Pitt grinned his evil grin. “Want more?” I nodded emphatically. Then I felt him pushing his massive raw shaft inside me, about a half-inch, then pausing, then a half-inch more. “Goddamn,” he said. “I tell ya, Strickland, there’s nothing hotter than fucking a virgin hole that’s just been slammed for the first time. It’s this combination of crazy tightness and insane hunger. His hole is grabbing onto my cock, doing its best to devour it, and his little cunt muscles are trying to catch up. You OK, boy? You want more dick?” By this point, I was grinning stupidly as he slowly impaled me on his raw shaft. I didn’t need to answer. He could see the complete bliss on my face. My wrestling coach, my dream man, was slowly filling my hole with his dick. Surrendering to his cock, feeling him invade me and claim me, I’d found my purpose, or at least part of it. My purpose was to serve and worship men like Coach Pitt, offering my raw hole for them to pound and breed. “I’m not gonna last long,” Coach Pitt said. “This hole is fuckin’ incredible. Boy, you’re gonna get so much cum tonight—you have no idea. How’s that slam feeling?” “I didn’t think it was possible to feel this good,” I said, still grinning from the sensation of being filled by this stud’s giant dick. “I didn’t think I would ever get to see your cock, let alone feel it push inside my fuckhole.” With that, Coach pushed the rest of the way into me, his heavy balls resting against my asscrack. I looked up at him, my vision blurred by the waves of pleasure running up and down my entire body. No rubbers, no barriers—just the skin of his fat mushroom head rubbing against the skin of my hungry virgin hole. “You want my cum, don’t you?” he said, starting to thrust his dick into my jockbutt. “I so fucking want it,” I replied. He smiled. “I’m so glad I get to poz you, Lance. I’m so glad I’m the one who gets to flood your virgin hole with my virus. I’m gonna mark you. You’re gonna be mine. You wanna be mine?” “Yes, Coach,” I said. “Make me yours. All yours. Please. Poz me. Infect me. Give me your virus. Work my slammed-up hole with your raw dick until you pump a load deep. Please.” “I like to hear you beg, boy.” I heard his breath grow shallow. His thrusts went a little deeper. He was close to shooting. “I like to hear you beg for my toxic load. I fuckin’ love it. Sweet little jockboy like you with a hungry bubble butt. You want a poz load, boy?” “Fuck yeah. Poz me. Please.” “Here it comes, you little fucker. You little neg bitchboy. I’m about to blast you full of my fuckin’ poison. Fuckin’ A, Lance—sweet hungry tight virgin fuckhole. Fuck! You know what I’m doing right now, you hot little faggot? I’m. Stealing. Your. Fucking. Boyhood. Fuuuuuuck!” With that, he thrust deep, his whole body convulsing as poz cum pulsed out of his raw dick. Then another pulse. Then another. I felt a wetness and warmth began to flood my guts as Coach’s cock unleashed a ******* of infected seed into my defenseless body. Finally, after the eighth or ninth pulse, he came to a stop. His dick was still hard, still lodged in my cumhole. He looked me in the eye, grinned a huge grin, and said with a growl: “Welcome to the fuckin’ brotherhood, baby boy.” MORE SOON…

PART II When I finished up in the shower, I walked back to Coach Pitt’s office, where I found him sitting on the couch, jacking his giant dick to some homemade porn. On the computer screen there was a hot jockboy on his back, legs spread, getting piston-bred by a hung stud top. When the top pulled out, his cock glistened with a thick layer of cum, and a steady stream of seed poured out of the boy’s ripped-up fuckhole. Then I looked a little closer. Wait a second, I thought—I know this boy. “Is that Tom Goldsmith?” I asked Coach Pitt, totally shocked to see someone I knew spreading his sloppy hole for raw cock in a homemade sex tape. Tom Goldsmith was team captain the year before me. He was one year ahead and one weight class heavier. I idolized him. I’d also found myself staring at his giant swinging cock and heavy balls during every single weigh-in. “You got it,” said Coach, placing the image on pause, then turning to me, saying “I filmed this almost exactly a year ago, just after his 18th birthday. He was curious about cock, but didn’t want to get fucked, so for a few weeks, Strickland and I broke him down little by little, plying him with drugs, jacking our dicks while we watched porn together, showing him our homemade videos. He resisted for awhile, but finally he broke, and in the end, he turned into one hot, hungry, twisted fagboy cumdump.” I stared at the frozen image on the screen where I could see Tom stretching his fuckhole as widely as possible, staring intently at the raw cock that was making a beeline for his wide-open cum-soaked cunt. I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “Listen, buddy—don’t you worry,” said Coach, motioning for me to sit down next to him. “I know this looks really intense. You don’t need to go this far. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable doing, boy.” As I sat down, Coach’s fingers drifted down to my newly shaven hole. He placed his index finger gently against the entrance to my cunt and massaged it, causing me to let out a guttural moan. My legs spread a little wider. He dug his finger deeper. Then I gasped: “I want to be that kind of boy for you, too.” Coach inserted a second finger into my hole. “Good. I’m glad you want that, Lance,” he said, adding “It just might take some time. A true cumdump surrenders to raw cock, no questions asked. You beg for each dick to plant seed deep inside your body. Tom took 22 loads on the night we filmed this. It’s not a safe way to play.” He reached for the remote, turned up the volume on the monitor, and pressed play. Through the computer speakers I could now hear Tom saying “Yeah,” I heard the jockbottom growl. “Yeah?” replied the top man who was about to shove his raw cock inside Tom’s leaking pussy, “You want this, fag?” Tom spread his hole wider, answering “Yes please, fucker. Please fucking poz me. Shoot your virus into my guts and take my fuckin’ hole to the dark side.” With that, the top shoved in. I was mesmerized. As I stared at the screen, precum streamed out of my rock-hard dick. Coach gathered the fluid with his fingers and worked it into my fuckhole. “You like that, huh?” Coach remarked, pulling me closer to himself as he put the movie back on pause. “You like hearing Tom beg for poz cum?” “Coach, I love it.” “Good boy. I’m so glad to hear that.” I paused for a moment, terrified to say what I was thinking, but somehow I just couldn’t stop myself. Coach encouraged me, asking "What is it? You can tell me anything, Lance." My reply blurted-out: “Can I do that tonight, Coach? Please?” “Do what, Lance?” “Get my hole fucked full of poz cum.” Coach grinned, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me deep while his hands continued to massage and relax my hungry jockbutt. Then he looked deep into my eyes. “Lance, I would so love to see this pretty virgin hole get knocked up with HIV. But are you sure you’re ready?” “It scares the fuck out of me, but yeah, I want it bad.” “Then let’s get you knocked up, boy. Tonight.” “Fuck yeah. Thank you, Coach.” “No, boy—thank you. I’m so proud of you for embracing the poz pig you’re destined to be. But first, I have one more thing to show you.” He hit play again. From the monitor, I heard Coach’s voice—apparently he was the camera operator—saying, “Here, Strickland. Hold the camera. I want to give this boy another load.” The camera jostled, then steadied again. I saw Coach’s muscular chest, defined abs, and giant cock enter the frame. “You want more?” Coach asked the bottom boy, who grinned and nodded, answering “Please, Coach, pump my butt full of another load of your sweet poz cum.” I turned to look at Coach. He was watching me, grinning as he massaged my hole with two fingers. His dark eyes glinted as he nodded approval, and I nodded back. “Yes,” was all I said. Then his smile got bigger. I looked back at the monitor where I saw Coach’s fat dick enter Tom’s sloppy cumhole. Tom groaned. Then I heard Coach say to him: “Fuck yeah, you little pozzed-up slampig.” Meanwhile, Coach worked a third finger into my hole. I looked back into his eyes and he kissed me, deep and rough. “Damn,” he said with a growl, “You are somethin' else, Lance. I can’t wait to pound a poz load deep inside my boy's hungry butt.” “Please, Coach.” “Yeah, boy? Is that what you want?” “Yes. Please make me yours. Poz me up. I want everything you’ve got.” “Absolutely, you fuckin’ jockpig,” he said, pulling me close to him and pressing his dick against my partied-up fuckhole. “Tonight you become all mine.” MORE SOON...

I couldn't agree more! what really turns me on is when the top unloads and the words come up on the screen "BJ just dumped a massive load in Josh's ass" that sends me into overdrive...

I fucking agree totally.

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