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I glanced at the slip of paper again as I turned left down the hall. It was a printout of a three-line e-mail I received two days earlier. The first line cited the address of a small hotel downtown and a room number at that hotel. The second line contained today's date, Saturday the eighteenth. The third line was the time - seven o'clock P.M., nearly an hour away. It was more than enough time for me to get ready. The email was from Jerry. I'm not sure how to describe my relationship with him. He's not my 'Daddy' and he's not really my 'Master'. I guess it would be most accurate to describe him as my owner. I met him when my ex did some match-making. He knew my kinks and what an insatiable bottom I had become, and he knew what kind of relationship I wanted to explore. Sometime after we broke up (which was on good terms), my ex contacted me and said he'd met someone who might be compatible with my desires. Jerry and I swapped some photos, exchanged a few emails, and met for a couple of fuck sessions before I drew up the contract. Basically, the contract stated that for the period of seventeen months Jerry owned me. I was his property - all six feet, one hundred-sixty pounds of me. Not his 'boy', just his property. He told me what to wear (if anything), when to sleep, when to eat, and I had to ask permission to use the bathroom. He made all my decisions. Most importantly (to me, at least) he owned my body. I became nothing more than a toy for him to use for his pleasure however and whenever he saw fit. As he instructed, I spent more time at his place than mine, and while in his presence was almost always naked. In addition, Jerry forbade me from speaking without having first obtained permission. I usually only ever spoke to answer a question or ask to use the bathroom. Most of the time his answer was yes. He would grope me whenever I walked past (and I would always wait until he was finished before continuing on my way), feed me his piss if he was out working in the yard and didn't want to come in, or just didn't feel like getting up, and even mounted me in the kitchen once while I was washing dishes at the sink. I felt his hand on my ass and heard his zipper, so I set down the dish I was holding, spread my feet apart, and leaned forward so he could enter me. With his hands on my shoulders, he rode me in silence for a few minutes, except for some grunting, and then ruffled my hair when he pulled out. He did that a lot, and it made me feel like I was seventeen, instead of twenty-seven. Friday nights after dinner, when he frequently instructed me to 'get ready for company', which I knew meant that I should wash, inside and out, and then climb into the bed in the second bedroom. I knew to then slip my legs into a large, wide loop of fabric, somewhat stretchy, (although not as much as a bungee cord), and settle just above my knees. Then I'd lay back and hook the strap behind my neck so it would keep my legs spread and my feet in the air. There were two pairs of handcuffs attached to the headboard, but I could only fasten one myself. Jerry would come in to fasten the other before company arrived. In addition he would also sometimes affix a blindfold. 'Company' consisted of a few friends of his with high-stress jobs who needed some relief by the end of the week. Not a grudge-fuck per-se, just a serious hard-pounding, heart-rate-elevating, ball-draining session. Judging from the way that some of them would collapse and melt against me after blasting like a cannon, they really needed it. And I was happy to be of service. His friends would stop in at other times as well. Sometimes in the middle of the week he would even call them to let them know I was there, and they would take turns using me on the living room floor. Sometimes they didn't take turns, but just used me both at once. Occasionally one of Jerry's buds would bring a friend of his own that Jerry hadn't met. I always thought it was hot to hear his bud make introductions, and hear Jerry talk about me as though I wasn't there. He make comments such as "Yeah, it's nice and tight, you'll love it," and "Use 'em as a urinal too, either hole. Doesn't matter." I found it really hot that he treated me as if I wasn't even a person, just a couple of holes for them to use. I was a urinal, but not a toilet (no scat). That was one stipulation on which we had both agreed. But I never thought twice about spreading for any of them because I had signed a contract. Jerry owned me, and decided who fucked me and how they could use me. Jerry even decided whether or not they used a rubber. He hardly ever wore one himself, and guys usually used me bare. I assumed those guys who wrapped were poz, and in any event, every two months Jerry took me to a different clinic, and instructed me to get tested for HIV. As this was one of the stipulations he wanted in our contract, I had no reason to object. I never actually saw the results of the HIV screening as, when the results came in the mail, I always handed over the un-opened envelope to Jerry. As I had given Jerry a copy of the key to my apartment, I wasn't all that surprised when, on a few occasions, I was awakened in the middle of the night to find a strange man undressing in the bedroom of my own apartment, who explained his presence by saying "Jerry sent me." On one such occasion I awoke when such man was handcuffing me to my own headboard. I'd rub my eyes and mumble, "Oh, okay," then pull the covers back and pull my knees up to spread for him. It always amused me how the man would instantly bone up when he saw that I understood why he was there. And as soon as the man unloaded, he would unceremoniously dress and split, so I would just roll over and go back to sleep. On this occasion I arrived at the hotel room and stuffed the note into my pocket as I turned the knob, not bothering to knock. The door was unlocked as usual, and I let myself in, locking it behind me. I'd unlock it again later. I stripped, folded my clothes, and put them into a small suitcase that Jerry had left in the middle of the bed. Then I showered, took an enema, and unlocked the door to place the suitcase in the hall outside the door. Jerry had set up a few parties like this in hotels before. He would send his friends to find me in the room already naked and ready for use. Usually he was there too, but a couple of times he was absent. Leaving the door unlocked, I selected two pairs of handcuffs from among the other toys Jerry had left in the room. By first attaching them to my wrists I was also able to cuff both of my wrists to the headboard. Then all I had to do was wait. I lay on my back...spread...naked...watching the doorway. The door to the hallway was out of my line of vision, but I watched the doorway to the bedroom with my heart racing and my cock so hard I thought the skin would split. I watched the clock on the nightstand...seven thirty, seven thirty-three, seven thirty-seven. Finally, I heard the door open slowly, and someone called, "Hello? Do I have the right room?" "Yes," I replied, as I saw him move into the doorway. "Nice...!" he said with a grin as he pulled off his shirt. He was about fifty, with a receding hairline, but in very good shape for a man of his age. Then he pulled off his shoes, and I heard the door open again. He looked over his shoulder and called, "This is it, man! In here!" A bearish red-haired man in his forties moved into the doorway, and grinned when he saw me. I didn't know either of them, but I thought the redhead looked familiar. I watched them both undress, and they kept grinning at me. Then the redhead said, "Jerry showed us a photo, but it wasn't a nude." Then I extended the formal invitation that Jerry taught me was appropriate for the times that he wasn't present. "I am Jerry's cumdump, and he's decided to share me with you for the night. Use me however you want. Toys and lube are on the desk, if you like. There are only three rules...No scat. No permanent marks. Condoms are, of course, optional." "Jerry is very generous," said the first guy, and he took the bottle of lube off the desk and handed it to his friend. "You go first, man. I gotta piss." The redhead took the bottle, lubed his cock, and climbed onto the bed. So did the first man. Then I understood. I tilted my head back a bit and opened my mouth as he straddled my face. He dropped his semi-hard cock into my mouth and I started to suck. After two or three pulls, I felt his piss filling my mouth and began to gulp. Salty and bitter, I kept swallowing as I felt his friend lift my legs onto his shoulders and work his cock into me. "Aw, damn that feels good. Drink it all, kid." The redhead groaned and kept pushing steadily until he was balls-deep. Then he started a steady rhythm of fucking with my cock mashed under his furry belly, leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I thought I heard them making out over me, but of course I couldn't see anything. When the first guy was finished pissing, I kept sucking his cock until it got hard. I heard movement in the room, and the first guy said, "Hey guys, c'mon in and take a number." Finally, the redhead slammed into me, and I felt him shudder as he emptied his balls into me. "Fuck!" he grunted as he pulled out and got off the bed. Then the first guy pulled out of my mouth and moved between my legs, announcing "My turn!" When he moved out of the way, I could see that the new guys to arrive were three black men, all pretty fit. I placed their ages from twenty-something to late fifties. Jerry seemed to really enjoy watching me being used by black men. I remember one hotel party that was all black men except for Jerry himself. Eleven men used me that night, several times each. I lost track of the number of loads I took then. This particular party was smaller, only seven men showed up in total. There were a few times when I was left alone in the room between men, just waiting for the next guy to show up. One guy even walked in and didn't even bother undressing. He just unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and shoved it in without any lube...not that he needed it with all the cumloads already in me. He fucked with deep grinding thrusts, like he was trying to climb up inside me, and when he finally came, he didn't make a sound...just a kind of grunting sigh. Then he pulled out, got up and left, slamming the door. I didn't even know that the session was over until the last guy pulled out and then undid my handcuffs. "That's it, man." he said. "I'm the last one." I rubbed my wrists to get the circulation going again. As he was dressing, he explained. "Jerry couldn't make it this time, but he gave me a letter to give you. It's on the desk." Then he just said, "See ya," and left. I took another shower, and washed out all the cum, then went to the hall to get the suitcase. I was glad that it was still there. Once, the housekeeping staff had picked it up by mistake, and I had to call the front desk so they could bring it back. I got dressed, packed the suitcase with the un-used toys from the desk, and left it at the foot of the bed. I didn't bother making up the bed, because I knew that Housekeeping would want to change the sheets. On my way out, I picked up the letter from the desk, and locked the door. I was a little surprised that Jerry wasn't there this time, since it was the last day of our contract and his last opportunity to use me. I figured the letter would explain. I opened the envelope as I walked down the hall and pulled out a single sheet. It was very short, and read: "Steven--the seventeen months are over, and I hereby release you from your contract. I am very pleased to have had the opportunity to own you, even for a short time, and have been extremely satisfied with your service. I should tell you that your HIV test from March came back positive." (It was now October) "You may have noticed about that time I began wearing condoms when I used you. Regardless, I will gladly provide a glowing reference to any future owners seeking to enter into a contract with you. Jerry. Masterful1@gmail.com" I read that third sentence again. And again. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. Relieved? Glad? Betrayed? After all, I DID give up complete control to HIM. I gave myself up for him to use, and he did use me. He used me and abused me, taking full advantage of the control he had over me. That was what I had wanted. That was what had gotten me so turned on - to be used with total disregard - however Jerry saw fit. And apparently he saw fit to let me be used by poz men. It must have been part of Jerry's fantasy to use a neg bottom until the bottom converted, knowing that he, Jerry, had forever changed the bottom's life. Or was it? Did he actually try to get me infected, or had it just happened...I can't really say 'accidentally', rather...un-intentionally. I guess I wouldn't know unless I actually asked him. I stood there staring at the note for several minutes. Finally, I decided that I would send him an email and ask if he was interested in renewing our contract.

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?”

I'm neg. It's a status I tried to get rid of before. I hated it. In the baths I'd let myself get fucked by anyone who wanted my hole. I've been stretched out and flooded with the toxin, but it didn't take. I was frustrated as all hell, especially because I really don't like to bottom. I'm a natural top. Domination and power-play were always what made me want to fuck. So eventually I decided to stop resisting it. I no longer try to get pozzed, and as much as I dislike it I can't gift the chasers like they want. Instead, I compromise. I get my thrills these days by watching others get pozzed. Specifically, I organize for men young and old to get injected with toxic loads. In the basement of my house we play roulette. In the centre of the bare concrete is a disc, large enough for a bottom on all fours to get down on all fours. This disc spins with a quick kick, and whatever cock pointing at the hole then fucks it. In the mind of the neg bottom, only three of the six men would fuck them, and only one of them is poz. Half the chance of not getting a poz cock, and even then there was the sizeable chance the virus wouldn't convert them. In reality, the same three fuck the bottom every time. Three HIV positive men who really don't like taking their meds. The other three stayed around to watch, eventually retreating to a corner of the room where they can fuck in a heaving pile on the floor. The three of them (good friends of mine) were neg. Outside my house, ask any of them about bareback sex and they'll throw a fistful of condoms at you. They'll talk about how bare sex is sex done wrong. Each of them leapt at the thought of watching us destroy a man's ass and seeing the toxic cum flow out of theman's ruined rosebud. At least to a degree, as afterwards each of them usually exhibited an aura of shame. Obviously I couldn't really share the view. It was an unremarkable day outside. In my basement though, I could feel the arousal in the air. The kid alternated between smiling nervously at us and looking down at his shoes. The negs were trying to goad him into small talk, but any answers he gave trailed off into awkward silence. He obviously couldn't get past the predatory stare of myself and the other three, and shyly looked away when he met our eyes. My cock was rigid, and pointed a thick, nine inch rod down my leg that jutted out from the material of my jeans. I looked around to the others. At 56, Barry was the oldest. He was as hair-covered, pot bellied a daddy as you could get. His dark grey hair was cut short, and under his neck a forest of dark hair started that left almost every part below covered.v He was invited to every one of my roulette parties for a few reasons, the most important of which was that he fucked like an animal, caring nothing at all for the comfort or pleasure of the bottom. He brutalized every ass he fucked, tearing it up and increasing the chances of his demon seed taking hold. When the kid looked his way he leered, grabbing his crotch and grinning like a shark. Rich was not long out of high school. I found him like I usually find them. I cruise these sites for a very particular type of person: one who craves risks. You'll find people like this everywhere. They throw themselves into unsavory or dangerous situations and pin all their hopes on getting out unscathed. Rich, 18 and with dark blonde hair (just long enough to grab a fistful) was a beauty of a find. In a private message he'd confessed to being fucked only a few times. Once, a rubber had ripped and he'd been filled up. He'd freaked at the time, but after getting the all-clear from the clinic he'd felt a rush unlike anything he'd known before. He hadn't taken raw cock since, and that's where I came in. I played to his sense of adventure, and a few days after making my offer, I had a message in my inbox asking me when and where. Wordless, I went to him. He looked into my eyes and I smiled. He smiled back. I cupped his balls through his jeans and squeezed hard. He yelped, and Barry laughed. "Why are you here?" I asked. He hesitated and I squeezed harder. I repeated the question. "To have...sex." His voice strained with the effort of keeping his composure. Barry crept behind and grabbed his arms, restraining him. "You're here to get fucked", he growled into the young man's ear. "You're here to get your little hole stretched and your guts fuckin' flooded." Barry flattened his tongue and licked the side of Rich's face from chin to temple. I felt the kid's dick harden through his jeans. Dean and Phil were setting things up on the disc. They placed a stool in the centre where we'd bend the little shit over. They'd looped the rope from under the disc, securing it to the centre and leaving four lengths of thin rope sticking around. Dean gave me a thumbs up and one of the negs fiddled with the video camera until it snapped into place on the tripod. It beeped, and we led Rich backwards onto the disc while we stripped him. Barry tore his shirt open, revealing a chest speckled with light hair. While Barry held him aloft I pulled the jeans from him. Once his fat cock was free it smacked against his belly and left a clear little splat of pre-cum. I grabbed it roughly and pumped it a few times. He groaned and I let go. Once naked, we pushed him down over the stool. It was knee-height, allowing his own knees to touch the metal disc and support his weight. Barry leaned down and forced his tongue through Rich's lips. It was a deep kiss, and he held the kid's jaw while yanking his hair while he probed around the young mouth. There was always something animalistic about how Barry interacted with his men. Even when kissing he looked like he was devouring them. While he kissed, Dean and Phil tied the bottom's legs and wrists to the stool. As soon as he was secure in place, Barry dropped the act. He pulled his tongue from Rich's mouth and spat in his face. The kid moaned in surprised pleasure. "I knew it", Barry chuckled, and looking at me asked "We about ready?" "Yeah...." Rich breathed. "No you're not", Barry told him. Phil and Dean joined us in a circle around the boy. The two were cousins I'd met years ago through Barry. He'd bragged to me one night over boy-ass how he'd been fucking around with two cousins that he'd gifted. I'd met them, fucked them, and now they converted men for me. Phil was 31 and Dean 36. They shared the same thick, dark hair and wide build. Neither had a belly like Barry but they were also covered in a generous covering of hair, particularly the thick forest around their chest, torso and the base of their swollen cocks. Phil's was longer and narrower than his cousin whose own cock's thickness made the bottoms wince when he pulled it out. The negs stood with us and we all stripped. Within seconds each man had his cock in hand. Rich moaned when he saw Barry standing naked in front of him. The fat cock was so close to his mouth that he flicked out his tongue and licked the tip. Barry took an exaggerated step back. "Whoa, whoa, you little dumpster. You gotta wait for the game." He nodded at me and I kicked the disc. It spun around, pink hole pointing out at us. It stopped and pointed at one of the negs next to Dean. Dean grinned at me and mouthed "close enough." He slapped his hands down hard on the cheeks, which made Rich gasp. Two perfect hand prints were left. He got to his knees and started to lick around the hole before him. He closed his eyes and savored the taste of the uncorrupted pink. He hooked his thumbs into the opening and pulled it apart to reveal a tight little circle that barely opened around his digits. "Little fucker's tight," he remarked as he forced his tongue into the opening and tasted the boy's insides while he pumped his own thick meat. He spat a few times onto the hole and worked a few fingers in. Rich squirmed and clenched tight. "This is gonna feel fuckin' awesome," Dean commented as he rose to his feet and tapped his cockhead against the thoroughly rimmed ass. I threw his some lube and he curled his lip. Dean liked to fuck naturally, meaning he preferred to use spit or cum as lube but I was impatient. He smeared a small amount onto his shaft and pushed his head back onto the asshole. He gently pushed for a moment. We all moved closer to watch it go in. The tip sank in and Rich was making wordless, sputtering sounds. It was painful for him, but this one would fight through. He'd endure the fucking out of an overblown sense of pride if nothing else. He wouldn't embarrass himself in front of us by backing out. In one slow movement Dean draped himself over Rich until his chest was on flat against the kids back. The movement drove his cock in deep, and he humped the last inch in while Rich let out more of those nonsense sounds that came from great pain and the start of pleasure that was burning bloody fire up to his bowels. Dean stayed like that for a few moments, pumping his shaft deep until he raised himself to a standing position. Again he slapped his hands down loud on the cheeks. He spread them so I could see the strained hole engulf his meat. Without any more ceremony he started to suddenly piston in and out of Rich. The air was filled with the sound of balls slapping against balls. The bio-hazard tattoo on Dean's ass animated as his ass clenched for each thrust. One of the negs opened a crate of beers. I took one and moved around Rich to see his face. Barry's cock was already there, smearing a trail of pre-cum on the clenched lips. "Suck it," he whispered. Rich opened his eyes and looked up, unsure. "You'll be getting your insides blasted with what may or may not be HIV positive cum, but you won't suck dick for a few minutes?" He opened his mouth, and Barry wasted no time in jamming his cock deep into Rich's mouth while holding Rich's head in place. Heavy gagging sounded through the room, but Barry went easy enough. We didn't know when last Rich had eaten. Now wasn't the time to find out. Dean was growling now. He sped up and slammed deep. He threw back his head and beads of sweat flew into the air. The matted hair on his chest shone with the wet of his skin while he fucked. His speed increased with the volume of his growling. The noise grew louder, and with one loud roar he drove his dick home and held it there. His face was screwed up while the orgasm rolled over him, and when it passed he opened his eyes and smiled lazily at me. He removed his dick and put three fingers into the fucked hole. He hooked them and pulled, causing the disc to spin, Barry's cock to pop out of Rich's mouth and the boy to yelp again at the sensation. While he spun Phil passed Dean a beer, which was cracked open and half-drained in a gulp. His deflating cock was slick with cum, remnants of lube and a few thin streaks of blood. Phil kissed his cousin on the mouth and winked as the disc stopped and the leaking hole pointed again to a neg who looked at the ass with burning desire. Phil took his place, walking to Rich with his cock aimed. He didn't stop walking until his pelvis was pressed against the ass and every inch had slid in without stopping. After his cousins much thicker cock he slid right in. Rich yelled out as he got impaled again, the sound cut off when Dead shoved his prick being shoved into Rich's wide-open mouth. Not surprisingly, Rich gagged at the taste of his own ass juices. "Yeah, you clean it all off." While his shaft was being cleaned, Dean leaned over and pinched both Phil's nipples hard. This illicited a throaty grunt from Phil, who slammed harder and faster into the hole. He then pulled out moved to let Barry get his dick wet again. He held Rich's head in place while he very slowly pushed in and pulled out, never removing more than half the shaft. "You havin' a good time, Hole?" Mouth full of dick, Rick nodded furiously. "Tell me you're having a good time." Who knows what the boy said then. It was lost in a mess of wet gurgling noises. "You want this man's cum?" Barry asked. Nodding head and gurgling noises. Saliva was pooling at the base of Barry's furry sack before dropping to the floor. Rich's face was red, and wet with sweat. His eyes were bloodshot from his gag reflex being tested. "Work for it. Fuck yourself against his dick." Rich did, with effort. The ropes allowed for limited movement, but that was Barry's game. He enjoyed watching these men struggle. Phil drove his cock home in three painful-looking thrusts and held himself there for a second as had Dean. Another load deposited. I heard a grunt behind me and turned to see the negs. One was on his knees blowing the other, but it was the third who'd made the noise. His cum lay in a trailing pool on the ground. Without the haze of his need to cum, his face turned from desire to disgust. He looked at the scene in the centre of the basement and covered his face before grabbing his things and leaving. Shame, I guess? I really wouldn't know anything about that. The two others stopped and looked towards the door that just slammed shut. I shrugged at them, but before I turned I saw an uncertainty there, a flash of guilt. This is really why I kept the negs around: they're hypocrites and they're not much company, but I enjoyed seeing the look of utter disgust in them, even as we do our best to corrupt them. Phil and Dean took a seat together on the battered couch I kept for between-fuck rests. Barry pulled his cock from the mouth and gripped a shoulder. He spun the boy then, positioning himself to be at the hole when it stopped. Any other day, Phil and Dean wouldn't have gone to the couch. Barry wouldn't have been so obvious in cheating, but then again there were only two of us left in the game, aside from the fuckhole. The others had realized something: if Rich had seen through the game, he didn't comment. We could be doing anything to this little fuck and he'd let us. Barry hooked a few fingers into the hole and slid them back out. He licked at the toxic cum that clung to him before reaching round and pushing the digits through the mouth. Rich sucked at the cum greedily, whimpering as he did. Barry's cock slid in with little trouble, and it started pummeling into the hole immediately. Barry grabbed Rich's hair and yanked his head so they were looking at each other. His hair-covered back heaved and was already shiny with a thin layer of sweat. Like Dean, he draped himself over the kid, bending forward until their faces were close. Instinctively, Rich opened his mouth for the kiss. Barry spat again on his face and battered the opening with the kind of fury and stamina that I've seen in no one else. Pozzing was his passion, and as such was more of a motivation to him than the actual orgasm - or so it seems such was what motivated him to keep his hips rutting. "Who has it?" Barry asked while he fucked. "Who has the virus? Do you have a guess?" Moaning in time with the thrusts, Rich just shook his head. Barry was fucking so hard I thought the stool would collapse, but it somehow held together. "It could be me, you know. These balls could be full of pure, sweet cum or they could be full of something toxic. What would you bet on?" The thrusting messed with his words. "I!...Don't!...Care!" Barry threw his head back and roared with laughter. I had to take my hand off my cock to keep from shooting. "You don't, do you? You fuckin' cumdump." Seeing that Barry was nearing the end, I moved to that sweet mouth which opened wide to accommodate me. It didn't take long. Barry still held Rich's head to the side and while I fucked his throat I looked at him looking up at me with those wet blood-shot eyes. He was a mess. Barry's final grunt turned into a guttural noise that drew out as he flooded the boy's hole. Not wanting to taint the deposits with my own neg cum, I slid my cock into the warm wet a few more times before firing rope after rope down Rich's throat. He gagged a few times before swallowing it down. I pulled out at the same time as Barry. While he went back to the mouth to get his cock cleaned off I walked to the crate and got another beer. The other negs had left, but there were two new small stains on my concrete floor. Idiots. We untied him and the others left. The job was done, and Rich held no interest for them now. "How are you feeling?" I asked. A dark look crossed his face. "I feel good...but I'm kinda scared to get tested now." I shook my head and took a swig of my beer. "You really shouldn't." He looked at me, surprised. "No?" "Nah, we're all clean. The poz guy was the one who left first." "Oh, wow," he said, and repeating himself with another 'oh,' he remarked with a smile "Well that's great!" He stayed the night. I couldn't let him leave, really. He lay with me in my bed upstairs while I fucked him through the night, keeping his ass open and the poz cum inside his ass. In the morning there was a big patch on the sheets from where the jizz had seeped from his ruined ass. It had been in there long enough, I thought. When he left, I immediately went online to one of my hookup sites. I found a promising-looking new guy and bookmarked his profile. I'd make contact after lunch. I slid the camera's memory card into the slot and started importing the video. I watched it then, flicking through to find what I wanted: a good picture of his face. I snapped the pic and pasted it into an ever-growing folder of similar pictures, faces of healthy men now converted because of me. My cock was rigid again. I reopened the browser and found the new guy's page. I smirked and started typing my message.

Becoming a Proud Slut Chapter 1 A Man of His Word The bar was crowded and dark and the music was loud enough that I could feel it pulse in my chest. Nobody was smoking, but the air was hazy and stale. The room was long and narrow, with the bar in the middle, separating the tables in the front from the dancing in the back. I was traveling alone for work, and had been to this city twice before, but it was my first time visiting this particular club. It was also the first time I had gone out since the end of an almost year-long relationship. I sat at the bar with my back to the dance floor, watching as groups of men entered and ordered drinks. The crowd was exclusively men, mixed types, but with a definite leaning towards leather and denim. Everybody seemed to know each other. Only the bartender said more than two words to me. After my third drink I noticed that a rough looking guy was checking me out. His face and arms were tanned and he looked like he hadn’t shaved or washed his hair in a few days. He kept staring at me, so I nodded hello. He ordered two beers and walked towards me. His body was slim and fit, but probably from a very physical job, not from the gym. He was wearing torn jeans and dirty boots. Only his white T-shirt looked new and clean. He wasn’t handsome, but he wasn’t ugly. He was just sleazy enough to be sexy. He handed me a beer and I thanked him. He took a long swig from his bottle as he looked me up and down. I smiled, and took a sip, again thanking him. He however was blatantly checking-out my ass, and then stepped closer, reached around and tightly squeezed my butt. I was surprised, but a little turned on by his confidence. He looked me in the eyes and with a gravelly voice said, “I’m gonna to cum in your ass tonight.” I almost spit beer and before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and led me away from the bar. I tried to tell him that I don’t usually bottom and never bareback, but the music was loud and I don’t think he heard me. I kept following him and he led me right into the women’s bathroom. It was unlit, but not unoccupied. A dozen or so shirtless men were paired up and exploring each others’ bodies. He led me to an empty spot at the sinks and backed me against the counter. He kissed me on the mouth, hard and slow and wet. It had been a while since I had been with someone and we could both feel my dick stiffen against the hardness in his pants. We finished our beers, set the bottles in the sink and kissed some more. He was a great kisser and I decided to continue and to ignore his earlier comment. He turned me around and massaged my butt with strong hands. It felt good. When he gently pushed my shoulders down, I bent over and laid my chest on the counter. In one motion, he dropped to his knees and lowered my shorts and underwear. I stepped out of them and kicked them under the sink. He kissed and nibbled my smooth, naked ass. The stubble on his chin scratched, but it turned me on even more. He spread my butt cheeks and kissed and licked my hole. I lifted one knee onto the counter to give him deeper access. His tongue flickered in and out of my wet hole. He was an expert rimmer and had me moaning and fully erect in no time. He stood up, whipped out his cock and rubbed it against my crack. I could feel that it was long and thick. I looked into the mirror over the sinks. He was looking down, concentrating as he worked his dick and pre-cum all over my tight hole. He put his middle finger in his mouth and slicked it up with spit. He stuck it knuckle-deep up my ass and worked it around. It felt great and I squirmed with pleasure as I loosened up. He played with my fuckhole like this for a while - alternating between fingering me roughly, then rubbing his dick on my hole. He never hesitated to re-wet his finger after pulling it out of my ass. “Hope I’m clean enough,” I said. “Tastes good,” he replied. Eventually he managed to get two fingers inside, using only spit and pre-cum as lube. My ass was aching to get fucked. He stood me up and turned me around to face him. He lifted off my T-shirt and tossed it under the sink. I sat on the counter and leaned back, lifting my legs to my chest. Presented with my willing hole, he rimmed, fingered, tongue fucked and rubbed his cock some more. The sensations all felt good and my mind tuned-out as the pleasure took control. At some point I realized that he was no longer just rubbing his cock on my hole, but actually slipping it in for a few strokes and then pulling out to rim or finger me again. Eventually he was only fucking me. He fucked me deeply and slowly, satisfying my hungry hole. I rocked back and forth to meet his strokes and greedily took all his cock. “I don’t usually bottom…” I said. He looked right at me and said, “Yeah, well I guess tonight’s an unusual night.” Our eyes remained locked as he gradually fucked me faster and faster. I was lost in his gaze and my own pleasure when the couple closest to us suddenly got loud and verbal with cries such as “I’m gonna cum!" and "Me too!" and "You want my load?" and the inevitable "Fuck yeah!”, their cries and moans were followed by their respective climaxes. followed by their cries and moans as they both climaxed at the same time. It was then that I came to my senses and noticed the bowl of condoms on the counter. I reached down and felt my partner’s cock and confirmed what I already knew. He was fucking me without protection. Strangely, my dick got harder. “I never bareback,” I told him. “Guess you can’t say that anymore,” he said. Then he asked the top next to us, “Did you breed his hole?” The guy replied with a smirk and answered “Deep.” “Nice,” my fucker said. Turning his attention back to me, he said “You’re next.” He fucked me harder and faster. “I don’t bareback.” I said between groans. “You could have fooled me." “No, I mean, I don’t like to bareback.” He grabbed my hard cock. “Looks like you like it.” I couldn’t argue with that and moaned with pleasure as he fucked me and stroked my cock. A minute more of that and I told him, “I’m getting close.” “Me too,” he grunted. “You’re going to cum in my ass.” “That’s what I said,” then he grunted and bucked as he unloaded balls-deep in my guts. I shot my load so far and hard that it splattered on the mirror on the wall. Still on the counter, I caught my breath while he tenderly kissed me in his arms. His dick softened inside me then slipped out. He stuffed it back in his pants, quickly zipped up and left the bathroom without saying another word. I stood up, weak in the knees, wondering what had just happened. I felt embarrassed, rejected and used, but a feeling of pride soon took over. I was glad to know that I could be so slutty that I would take a stranger’s cum. I looked under the sink for my clothes, but it was dark and I couldn’t see them. I got down on my hands and knees and felt around the sticky floor, but they were gone - along with my keys and wallet.

Like cam1972 and NLbear, I too am a fan. Love the bigger package in bathing suit or freeballing in jeans. Love the slight "chubby" just wearing it gives me. I've worn them so often during sex I now feel kinda naked without one. I can't begin to guess how much I've spent on various cockrings over the years. Metal ones are my current favorite. Snug enough to stay on securely but not so tight to get painful when I'm erect.

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I'm a fan. I've been with guys who had cock rings so tight that it looked like their junk was about to pop off. But they loved the feeling, and it showed in a very good way.

It depends on how snug the cockring fits. I find when i wear my snug rings my cock and balls get thicker. I love wearing cockrings as a top or bottom.

Tag teaming a hot Inked cub! Funfuck and I take turns breeding his hot cumdump bf! We fuck him breed him then fuck his cum filled hole again. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=h1XMC-G605-

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!”

I was puzzled and still somewhat incoherent on the way home. I was familiar to being weed and alcohol buzzed, but I didn't know what was buzzing me still. I wasn't incapacitated, just unfamiliar. I was following the conversation and kicking in, but not entirely sure I was understanding it all at first. I learned that Paul had taken part in several of the breeding parties. I wasn't sure how I had missed noticing his mannerisms. Caught up in the moment I suppose as well as not expecting him to be there. Seems his idea was the same as what he had suggested early on before introducing me to the host. He liked the idea of my being fucked and bred bare. He slowly admitted it was a tremendous turn on for him to get to see it happen. He even more slowly admitted that he found himself somewhat jealous seeing me so willing to take cock that easily and willingly. Still, he blatantly told me, he enjoyed getting to watch me getting fucked by men I couldn't see and readily accepting the fact that they were about to pump their cum into my ass. He knew I was a potential cum-dump and loved the idea. I was his ideal cum slut as he put it. What had caused the problem was the session where the host announced later in the bottom's room was the fact that there was an HIV positive top involved in it. The HIV part of it had never figured into the situation for Paul. What shocked and wrecked him was my wanton descent into bug chasing. Once exposed, I quickly accepted that I was probably positive and my wanting more bare cock and cum to the point that I was willing to accept any and all cocks and cum, positive or not. He couldn't wrap his head around my mindset. Looking back, I suppose I was a fatalistic, all or nothing sort at hearing that I had taken a load of cum from a known HIV positive top and over reacted. I had the idea that, once I had been exposed, I was going to be pozzed. I had mentally accepted the idea that I might as well take as many positive loads as negative loads since I was mentally posed to accept the worst. I intended to try and make the best of it since I was potentially positive and simply accept any load of cum which, for whatever reason, seemed to sooth my mind. If I was positive, what does it matter? In hindsight, I should have thought about the regular breeding sessions. Odd are odds, but the strangest things happen. Paul still was the pivot here. He set me up to the gang fuck situations because of his particular kink. I was a very willing victim. Scratch the word 'victim', I was a willing participant. I wanted, liked, loved being fucked bare, raw, by multiple anonymous men and more than willing to take their cum without knowing anything about them. He didn't figure his interest in me. He had been there, seen and participated in fucking me. He had picked me back up after he had accepted the HIV situation. He didn't care now. It had been hit or miss while he sorted his mind out, but, finally, it was his interest in getting to watch me getting fucked and his getting to be the one to leave the final load in me. Make no mistake, he still lets, 'makes' me attend the breeding parties, but he attends them also. Sometimes I think I can tell that he's the one fucking me, but I don't let on that I can tell. I just enjoy getting fucked and filled by all those other anonymous guys that he's possibly and probably seen and I will never see or know. I just enjoy and hope to continue to be a ready bottom for these breeding parties. -30-

PART 2 After a short walk, we reached a grim alley with a dark staircase leading down to the basement of an old brick building. A lonely scarlet lightbulb flickered at the bottom of the staircase. I looked at my chaperone worriedly, but then his eyes flickered with that same red glow as before, and I lost myself in his wicked half-smile. “After you,” he said with a flourish. Everything looked red in this light—his skin, his eyes, his teeth. (But why were his teeth suddenly so…shiny? How could his smile glisten like that when everything else was a dim wash of scarlet?) I wondered, but I didn’t ask. I didn’t ask about anything, really—I simply followed this man whose dark energy pulsed and throbbed across the surface of my skin. I glanced back to reassess the strange glint in his teeth, then decided I was just imagining things again. With that, I dutifully walked down the stairs. As I made my descent, I felt an unexpected rush of heat—but not like a rise in outside temperature. It was more like a warmth radiating from the depths of my smooth, quivering, not-yet-fucked hole. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, the door didn’t seem to be a door at all—more like a dense patch of shadows. I looked back at Abraxas for reassurance. He responded by motioning me inside. That’s the first time I entered his sanctuary. I’ve always called it the Red Red Room—the kind of place where even the walls seemed to pulse with their own heartbeat. In that room, nearly everything was the same shade of visceral, rosebud red. As my eyes adjusted, I began to notice a little bit of black here and there to add shape and dimension, plus a few dark-yellow eyes in some of the artwork. In fact, the walls were full of paintings -- every single one having something to do with sex -- and every image was stamped with various obscure symbols that I couldn’t quite make out. That’s when I felt the arm of Abraxas fall on my shoulder. He leaned down and whispered in my ear: “Welcome to the local branch of my corporation.” As he said that, his mouth slid down to my neck, and his long tongue slowly licked the length of my jugular. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asked, the vibrations in his voice sending a chill across my backbone. “Oh, definitely,” I replied, inclining my head to the left so he had better access to my neck. “That’s fucking beautiful,” he said, tracing that prominent vein in my neck with his fingernail. (But why were his fingernails so sharp?) Then, with a guttural snarl, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it tight. He withdrew his tongue. I immediately sensed the press of his teeth—now incredibly sharp—against my skin. I distinctly felt two painful punctures that plunged well below the surface. At first, I gasped with a little more pain than pleasure; moments later, with a little more pleasure than pain. Meanwhile, he kept his teeth buried beneath his skin, and I felt something pulse outward from those fresh puncture wounds—almost like a cloud of hot liquid filling my body. He withdrew his teeth. Within seconds, I felt myself take a sharp breath inward, followed by a violent coughing fit. As I coughed, Abraxas casually tore a perfectly straight line down the back of my T-shirt and shorts and underwear, all at once, all in a single motion, causing all of my clothes to fall to the floor in a single clump. The heat of the room traveled along the surface of my suddenly naked body. I turned to look at Abraxas, and was surprised to find that he was naked, too. My eyes immediately locked on his quietly throbbing dick as it extended out from a dense patch of fur, its long upward curve perfectly bridging the 10-inch gap between us. “You don't need to know what just happened--not yet, anyway,” he said. “I'll explain that later. Right now, you just need to enjoy your body, and you need to embrace your hunger. Are you hungry, my little angel Michael?” I shivered at the slightest touch of his cockhead as it pressed against my stomach. “Yes. I am. But I don’t know what I’m hungry for.” “But let's be clear: you're hungry. Right, boy?” “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to feed you?” I didn't hesitate. “Yes, please.” "C'mon then, angelboy,” he said, running his tongue along the fresh puncture wounds in my neck as he trailed a sharp fingernail down the line of my back. “We'd better do something about that appetite."

My boyfriend and I scored an invite to this huge New Year’s Eve bash thrown by a gay couple in their late-forties/early-fifties. They had lots of money and used it to get beautiful, athletic college men to come over and get unbelievably drunk and high—guests at these parties are almost always in a fraternity and/or play a varsity sport. We thought we might get invited at some point—he’s in a fraternity and I made varsity swim team my first year—but guys typically did not start getting invited until their junior or senior year. So we were quite surprised when one of his fraternity brothers handed us both invites; we were just as surprised to learn that he was going with his roommate. They were both seniors and unbelievably hot. He was an all-american jock-type—captain of the lacrosse team, honor roll, that type; his roommate was on the wrestling team and had that perfect ass wrestlers get, which he loved to show off at any opportunity. “Congrats, boys. Now you get to play with the men—though I wonder if it might be the other way around.” He grabbed my ass as he said the last part, and gave me a wink as he walked away. The night of the party, we rode in the lacrosse stud’s SUV through the foothills outside Boulder. When we finally reached the house, it did not disappoint. It was this amazing glass structure with views of the front range from almost every room. And the party was unbelievable. Several hundred of the most beautiful college-aged men I’d ever seen were wandering through the house in various states of undress. We were offered drinks—and pills and lines—as soon as we walked in the door. I’ve always been a bit wary of any drug other than alcohol, so I was only drinking. But my bf and his frat brothers were happy to take anything that sounded fun. We lost his frat brothers for a while but eventually found them kissing by the pool wearing nothing but speedos. At first they were just casually making out but it quickly became very intense—and hot—with the roommate blowing the lacrosse team captain for a good fifteen minutes before stopping to say, “Take me home and fuck me, baby.” “How can I deny such a fucking stud?” the lacrosse captain said as he pushed his roommate—though it was probably more accurate to say his boyfriend or at least live-in fuck buddy—back down on his hard cock. He asked if were ready to leave, but it was only half past midnight and we wanted to stay bit longer. “I totally understand guys; let me find the hosts so we can figure this out.” He pulled out of his bud’s mouth and tried to stuff his very big dick into what was now a too small pair of speedos. He was back pretty quickly with the older of the hosts—a muscle-daddy type in his early fifties with dark hair just starting to turn gray and piercing blue eyes. “So you two don’t want to leave? I don’t blame you. I’m not sure anyone else is heading in your direction, but there’s an extra bedroom you can use.” As soon as we agreed to stay in the spare room, the two studs left to go back to the frat. “Apparently, they really wanted to fuck.” I said to the host. To which he responded, “Do you blame them?” which made us both laugh. Something my bf had taken was clearly kicking in—he was having trouble focusing and sweat was just pouring out of him. “Let’s find that room for you—I think he’s going to need somewhere to pass out before too long.” The host and I made small talk as we wandered through the party—he was incredibly charming and a bit flirtatious. He kept dropping hints that he would be happy to fill in for my boyfriend tonight since by this point we had to prop him up. The bedroom that he thought we could use already had guests in it—about a dozen guys watching as three boys were being fucked side by side at the end of the bed. When one of the tops shot their load another guy in the room would immediately take his place. “Looks like this room won’t work, but I can’t say that I’m sorry. This is one of the hottest scenes we’ve had at these parties—it would be wrong to stop it.” We stood in the doorway for a minute or so watching. The host was transfixed by the boy getting fucked in the center, who looked very young—almost too young. And he was getting fucked harder than the other two boys by a bigger dick—all the while begging for more. “How can he be asking for more and harder?” I asked quite incredulously. The host turned from the doorway stating simply, “Because he’s unfathomably high on t and g right now.” “That was our only unoccupied guest bedroom. We could see if anyone was willing to drive you down to Boulder, though I don’t think anyone that is still here would be sober enough to drive for some time. It might be possible to call a cab, but probably not on New Year’s Eve. Hmm… Well, we do have a couple of twin beds in our master bedroom that are not being used at the moment, though you may find it strange to sleep in them.” I must have had a very confused look on my face because he quickly explained they were for their two houseboys to store their clothing and supplies as well as to use as a place to sleep when for whatever reason they did not sleep in the big bed with the two of them. The host led us to a very nondescript door that turned out to be an elevator that would only activate with a 10 digit code. When the elevator doors opened we stepped into a very large, open space that almost had a warehouse feel to it. Except that instead of concrete walls it was all glass—somehow making it feel like the space was floating and that we were completely exposed to the world around us. The only actual walls on the entire floor were in the center near where the elevator opened up. As we walked around the space, it became clear that it had been designed for them as a space to live and work while also serving as one big sex playroom. We stopped by a fully stocked bar so he could get us drinks—but the whole area around the bar looked and felt like a sleazy leather bar. There was an area with slings and another with a couch facing a huge tv screen. Their bed was along one of the walls and was enormous—you could have easily fit six people in it. Somehow on each side of the elaborate bed frame there was a semi-private alcove with a twin mattress and shelves filled with clothing and supplies for fucking and playing—lubes, gear, underwear, clothing, dildos, and many things that I could not even imagine how one would be able to use during sex. “Ah, I told you it might be strange. Some of the more unusual toys and gears are on the other side, so let’s take your boyfriend there to sleep off whatever he took. And my husband loves frat boys so a naked one passed out in his bed is a nice way to start off the year.” He gave me a quick wink and threw my boyfriend over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, which kind of turned me on. I followed him to the other side where the shelves were covered in leather and rubber gear, ropes and other restraints, and a bunch of other very specific looking equipment. “A lot of this is for piss play,” the host mentioned with an odd smile as he quickly stripped everything off my boyfriend and laid him ass up on the small bed in the space. “Very hot ass—you have excellent taste, boy.” I was a bit startled—but also turned on—when he called me “boy,” but I didn’t have much time to think about it before he was leading me back to other side of the bed. I was starting to feel really tired and had to fight to keep my eyes open. “I think I’m ready to get some sleep, if that’s okay.” I said before drifting off. When I woke up a few hours later, it was to the feeling of being fucked slowly and deeply by a very thick cock—stretching my hole to its limits. I had no idea who was fucking me and didn’t really remember where I was, so I started to look around a bit to see if I recognized anything. “Ah, my hot little boy is finally awake. Daddy’s been waiting for you—I think I gave you a bit too much g. You’ve been out for a few hours, but I couldn’t resist your ass.” It all came rushing back to me—the New Year’s Party at the two older guys house. Somehow I ended up in bed with one of them—but where was my boyfriend? I realized I could see everything because of mirrors on the ceiling and in the headboard, so I finally saw that it was the same muscle daddy from earlier who was fucking me now. I could see his partner having some fun on the other side of the bed, but wasn’t able to really concentrate on him or anything else because my ass was suddenly being pounded much harder and faster. It was starting to be too much when he went back to his long, slow strokes and whispered in my ear, “You have an amazing ass, boy—one that daddy needs to spend some time getting to know. I loved sliding inside you while you were passed out. I can’t wait to do it again and again and again.” He started to really pound me as he talked about knocking me out and fucking me over and over, causing me to start moaning and panting. And then he stopped just as abruptly as he started and pulled completely out of me. “I think it’s time we got you really fucked up, boy…”

I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, and 6 foot tall, so I got a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward. There was one particular inpatient who always flirted with me like crazy. He was 56 years old, skinny and tanned, he was in the advanced stages of AIDS. On one particular night when I was on call, I went into his room, closing the door, and found he was still up. "Hi, John, still awake?" I asked, standing next to the bed. I was wearing just scrubs, boxer shorts and trainers with no socks on, my bulge kind of rested on the mattress as I leant forward against the bed, but I knew he wouldn't mind. "Hi, Joe, how are you?" John replied as he turned to face me, ihe process his hospital gown fell off his shoulder, showing his skinny chest, covered in grey hair. "I'm ok, but more importantly, how are you?" I asked. "Not so great. My viral load is up high again, and the KS on my leg is itching," he said, pulling his foot out from under the cover. He had a Kaposi Sarcoma on his left foot, one of the signs of advanced AIDS. It was a small brown, scaly lump, about the size of a 50p coin. I lifted his foot up and stroked the cancerous lesion. "You need some moisture on it. It's quite dry," i remarked, running my hand up his calf, feeling the similar sized cancer lump on his left shin. With one hand I stroked the KS lesion on his shin with my thumb, rubbing the lesion on his foot with the finger tips of my other hand. "Well, I'll let you sort that out for me young man," he commented, curling his toes round my fingers as I stroked his bare foot. "Is there anything else with which I can help you, John?" I asked. "Well, my cock has a problem," he replied, broadly grinning. "Oh, really. What would that be?" "It swells everytime a certain medical student comes near," he answered, out-lining his erection in his hospital gown, suggesting "I think you should lock the door and examine it," he said, lifting the edge of his gown up a bit. "John, ummm, you shouldn't get that out here..." I said as John exposing his big, heavy, hairy nuts, which I knew were full of toxic cum. "Oh, ok. I'd better lock the door if youre going to do that," I said, walking over to the door and locking it, and turning the little knob so the slits in the window went opaque. I walked back over to John's bed and sat down on the edge, slipping my shoes off and wiggling my sweaty bare toes. "At least I can go barefoot if the door is locked, I commented. "You like teasing me, don't you Joe?" John asked rhetorically. "This is just going to be a visual inspection, I said, lifting-up his gown. His fat, seven inch, uncut, veiny, tanned, poz erection lay obscenely hard along his bare thigh. "But I think I felt a lump, or maybe two lumps," he said lifting his balls up from between his thighs so his fat genitals proudly hung over his leg in front of me. I stood up, the hard floor cold on my bare feet, standing right up to the bed, my semi hard cock bulging my scrub trousers, the lump of my genitals resting on the mattress. "John, you have an amazing cock, but I'm a student here. I'm supposed to leave the room if a patient gets aroused," putting my hand on his bare foot again, rubbing his cancer lesion gently as he stroked his erection slowly. "You can just watch me wank. Anyhow, you seem to like touching my KS" John said. With that, he slid his bare foot up under my scrubs top, placing his bare sole on my bare chest under my clothes, suggesting "Take your top off." I did as he directed. Lifting my scrubs top off over my head, I stood bare foot and topless in an AIDS patient's hospital room. I put my hands on John's bare foot, lifting it up to my face as he lay naked, stroking his fat cock on the bed, and looked closely at his KS lesion, and then pressed my lips into the cancer riddled skin, kissing his bare foot right on his KS lump. "You're a nasty one, ain't ya," John asked, rubbing his big toe on my lips, pushing his sweaty toe into my mouth. I sucked down on his big toe, tongue-fucking the toe gap between his big toe and the next, proceeding to work my way down towards his little toe, thoroughly tongueing his toe gaps until all five of his toes were covered in spit. Then I kissed my way back-up his bare foot, until again I was pressing my lips into his KS lesion. "You can suck it, if you want. It'll help moisturise it,' John observed. I licked the cancerous lump, feeling the scaly texture of the lesion with my tongue. I pressed my lips round the circumference and sucked on his KS lump, sloppily sucking his cancer between my lips and into my mouth. Eventually I stopped slurping on his KS lesion, kissing his toes as he pulled his foot away, rubbing his saliva covered toes on my erection that was tenting out my scrubs trousers. "I think it's time to take these off," John said, pulling at my waist band with his toes. I assisted, pushing my trousers and boxers to my bare feet and kicked them off, standing naked in front of John as he leant forward and started to suck my cock. I held his head, curling my toes on the hospital floor as I face fucked John. The old guy deep-throated me easily. "John, I really shouldn't be doing this. I could lose my position,' i said as John pulled me onto the bed, laying me on my back and maneuvering on top of me. Our chests and cocks were pressed togther, our faces six inches apart. I leant forward and started to snog him, making out with his as we ground our cocks together. "Good boy, right decision," John said as he shoved his tongue down my throat. "But what if the nurses outside hear?" I asked as we rubbed our naked bodues together, readying ourselves for sex. "Well, we should probably do this quietly so they don't hear" John answered. Lifting my feet up onto his shoulders and kneeling between my legs, pressing his cock into my nut sack, he bent over so his face came close to mine again. "John, what are you doing?" I asked, adding "We can't fuck. Maybe some sucking, but we don't have a condom," I said as John kissed my forehead. With that, John reached over and pulled a condom out the drawer next to his bed and placed it on my chest, saying "It's there, if you want it." "What do you mean 'if I want it?'" John then kissed me on the lips as he rubbed his helmet over my ring and up and down my ass crack. "You're laying on your back, your feet up on my shoulders, on the AIDS ward in which you chose to work, having sucked the KS lesions on my foot," John replied. "So?" I asked. "So I guess you have a fetish for poz cock," John replied. With that he stuck his tongue out and pointed it to the left, so I could see another 50p sized KS lesion on his tongue, growing out of the side of his tongue half way along the shaft of it. "Is that...?' I started to ask but trailed off as I felt him lodge his helmet at my anus. "It's another lesion. Do you want to suck it?" he asked, gently putting pressure on my ass with his helmet. "I'd love to suck on it," I replied as John pressed his cock harder into me, the tip starting to seperate my ring. "I'll have to bend over to let you reach. My poz cock might slip inside a little bit," he observed, pushing his helmet into me a fraction to emphasise his point, noting "I've leaked quite a lot of poz precum on your little ass ring, so you're pretty well lubed back here," he said, rubbing his cock round my ring, pushing in a tiny bit more. "I don't care. Let me suck your tongue lesion," I replied, inviting him by widely opening my lips. John bent forward, his helmet slowly slipping into me, along with half his shaft, and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I knew his poisenous cock was buried in my guts, but all I could think about was sucking on that lump on his tongue and how nasty and kinky and horny that was. Then John pushed his cock deeper into my body. Then it realized: I was being penetrated bareback by a very toxic cock. I stopped sucking and stared in his eyes. "You like sucking my lesion? Do you want my raw cock up you deeper or should I pull out?" he asked. "Put your cock balls-deep inside me," I answered, pulling him back down and sucking on his tongue again. As directed, he slid in, balls-deep, grinding his cock into me. He slid out again, removing his tongue from my mouth. "More?" he asked. "Fuck me" I answered, laying back. "You nasty lil student boy," John said as he straighten his back, and buried his cock balls-deep into my ass. John was kneeling between my legs, my feet on his shoulders, trying to poz me as I lay on my back pierced by his fat cock. "John, jesus, actually, fuck, I can't let you do this. You've got to," trailing off as John slid his cock out and then gently slid it back inside me again. "Just let me fuck you for a bit. I won't cum in you, I promise," John whispered. Lifting my bare feet to his face, he sucked on my toes as he slid his cock in and out of my ass, gently fucking me. "Oh god, fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this in the hospital,' I said, curling my toes round John's tongue as he fucked me bareback, slow, and really deep. "Are you sure you don't want this?" John asked, reaching over and picking up the condom, putting it in my hand. "Why? I don't need it - as long as you don't cum in me," I replied. John fucked me harder. "Yeah, but I'm getting close," John said, sliding out completely and then fucking back in to the hilt, hard and deep, my ass slurping wth each thrust. "Fuck. How close? This feels really good," I asked, pushing my feet into his mouth as he fucked me. "Getting closer," John warned. "Don't cum. Just slide it in me for a few more seconds before you pull out. You're my first ever poz cock. I want it to last as long as possible," I responded, only to be met by a grunt from John. "How close are you now?" I asked as John tongue fucked my toes while he poz fucked my ass. "Pretty close," John answered, fucking me deeply, adding "Whoa, stop, stop, don't move," as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt, his balls slapping my ass. Then he bit down on my toes, chewing them gently as he closed his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as we both held still, John moaning and sighing. "Got too close and had to stop?" I asked, rubbing my big toe on John's tongue. "Fuck yeah. I nearly nutted up in side you then," John answered. I lifted my ass up off his cock and slid back down onto it again, grinding my ass onto his erection buried deep inside me. "Careful,' he said, grinding into me, adding "I'm really close." "How close? Could you cum in five strokes?" I asked, pulling my ass up and slamming it back onto his cock again. He tensed inside me, grinding up into my bowels trying to burrow deeper with his cock. "I dunno. Do you want to risk it?" he said pulling out and sliding back in counting off "One." "Go on. Go to five," I answered, pushing my toes again into his mouth. He slid in and out as I counted "Two..., ugh..., three... ughhhh..., four..., ughhhh... five....' I said as he slid in and out slowly. "Well, I didn't cum,' he said, grinding hard into my guts with his cock. "Then keep fucking me," I responded, pushing my foot into his mouth and gripping his tongue with my toes. He pulled-out and slid back in again. "One...' he said, adding "how many strokes do I get this time?" as he slid out and fucked back in, hard, balls-deep, "...two...," he said. "Just keep fucking me," I replied, pulling my ass off his cock and sliding it back down. He slid in and out repeatedly, quietly counting as he fucked. "Three... four... five... six...." "Stop counting," I ordered. John fucked me gently, in silence, and then sped-up, his balls slapping my ass. "But keep fucking?" he asked. After ten or more thrusts, he rammed his raw, poz cock deep inside my ass. "Fuck, John, keep fucking me. Don't stop," I ordered, again pushing my toes into his mouth. "I'm going to cum," he said, pushing my feet into my chest as he bent me in half to fuck me harder, slamming into my guts over and over, asking "Where do you want it?" "Cum inside me." He lifted my feet up to his face and sucked my toes again. "Are you sure?' he asked, all the while fucking hilt deep and brutally hard, warning "I'm about to cum. I didn't reply. As he moaned and closed his eyes, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled his cock into me. John bucked his hips as his balls pulled up tight in their sack. "Cum in me, John. Oh god, cum inside me," I answered. "Here it comes. FUCKING TAKE MY LOAD, YOU LITTLE NEG STUDENT BOY WHORE. YEAH, FUCK.' he hoarsely grunted. Then he bent over, putting his face next to mine as he unloaded deep inside me, asking "Can you feel my cock expanding? I'm cumming inside you." He took the condom which I was still clutching, and tossed it on to the floor, saying "My dirty sperm is right up in your guts. What would your doctor friends say?" as he finished-off his orgasm, his cock still buried in my guts. After a few seconds John pulled his cock out of my ass, resting his helmet at my hole, coating his fat mushroom tip in his sperm, he rubbed it round my ring and pushed his cum covered cock back inside me, fucking my cum filled ass for a minute or two as he came down off his cum. "Working it deep up into you boy. What does your medical student knowledge say about that?" John asked, grinding deep up into me with his cock. "John, fuck, oh god, pull it out. I've gotta go shit out your load." With that John finally let me slide off his cock. I stood up, naked, my bare feet cold on the floor, as John's toxic cum ran down my leg. John stood up in front of me, our cocks touching. As we stood face to face, he held our cocks together in his hand and stroked them, while his other hand slid round behind me and fingered my cummy hole. "You probably should shit that out," John suggested, ramming two fingers into my guts and swirling them around in his load up inside my guts. "Oh fuck..." I responded as John scraped my prostate with his finger nails. "...or, you could just fuck me quickly first, you must be gagging to blow a load after taking your first poz cock," John responded, turning round and bending over the bed, pulling his ass cheeks apart. i had a strange, out-of-body moment. i looked down at his rosebud ass, looked at my bare feet, curling my toes on the cold floor, cum dripping down my ankle and onto my foot where it had leaked out my ass. Then I looked at my hard, dripping, angry, cock, my mushroom helmet purple. It was so hard. "Well?" John asked. i stepped forward and pushed my helmet into his ass. "Good boy," John said.

I felt groggy as I woke up. My mouth was thick with the tell tale feeling of having a large quantity of cotton wool stuffed in it that betrayed just how much I had drank the night before. I stretched, gingerly, not wanting to move too quickly for fear of discovering a headache to go with my cottonmouth. My head, however, felt clear as I rolled onto my side and very slowly swung my legs off the side of my bed. I sat there for a moment before I realized that I was completely naked, not all altogether alien experience, but rather another sign of how intoxicated I had been; I often strip off to go to bed when drunk. As I sat up I suddenly became aware of how much I had to piss and quickly padded across the cold wooden floor of my studio apartment to the bathroom. Letting a powerful jet of piss out into the open toilet bowl I felt my ass clench slightly and became aware that my hole felt a tender and rather slick. Finishing up my piss I ran a finger up my crack, feeling my puffy wet hole. I looked at my finger, shiny with whatever was wetting my ass, for a long moment before turning around and bending over to look at my hole in the mirror. Winking back from between my spread ass cheeks was my hole, puffy, and pink, not quite closed, and shiny with what I thought might be lube but I suspected was something else. I ran my finger along my crack again, this time dipping into my tender hole, when I brought it round I was confronted with evidence of what I had already suspected to be true. It was not lube leaking from my clearly well fucked hole but cum. My heart thudded in my chest. I had no recollection of getting home last night, let alone of getting fucked. Jesus, I thought nervously, what have I done? Not only had I had sex but clearly unprotected sex and I had let the guy cum in me, what had I been thinking? I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone from where it had been charging on the nightstand hoping to find some evidence of what I had done. There were several texts from the two friends I had gone out with starting around just after midnight asking where I had disappeared to; the most recent being just a few minutes ago, must have been what had woken me up. I sent back a quick response saying that I was home, and apologized for giving them a fright. The next message on my phone was from a contact I didn’t remember having, one simply named “SIR”. The message was short and succinct: Check out the link and then let me know when you’re ready for more. I clicked the link and it took me to a private video server. Sitting down on my bed I pressed play and watched as the video began. It faded in on a guy’s ass, his beefy hairy cheek hammering back and forth as he clearly pounded someone. The camera moved under the guy, between his legs to show a fat raw cock pounding into an unknown ass. The bottom was moaning in pleasure with each thrust, something about the bottom’s voice seemed familiar even through the tiny phone speakers. I stopped the video and grabbed my laptop from under the bed. Hurriedly transpiercing the url to my browser I pulled up the video again. There was definitely something that I recognized in the bottom’s groans. My cock was starting to get hard watching this fat cock pound this boy’s hole, his ass lips clinging to the hard shaft each time the top pulled out. Eventually the camera moved again, pulling back between the top’s legs and then panning up his broad muscular back to look over his shoulder. My jaw dropped, there laying flay out, legs in the air, eyes closed in ecstasy, being fucked by a raw cock, was me. I took in my pale skin, dark hair, strong chest, tight stomach, pink nipples. I saw my chest heave with racked breath as the top mercilessly plowed my hole. Though my head was reeling and my heart pounding my cock was growing still harder as I watched myself get fucked. I had no memory of this, yet there was no denying it was me there getting fucked bareback. I felt like I should be sickened by what I was seeing but I found myself becoming more and more turned on as I watched. The top fucking me seemed to be getting close as he started fucking me even harder. He grunted as he hammered his cock into my clearly willing ass. The camera panned down to show him slamming into me balls deep with every thrust. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” a gravely voice that I can only assume belonged to the top said, “I’m gonna breed your sweet fucking cunt boy.” “Yes,” said my voice, the unmistakable glee sending a shiver up my spine, “breed my hole!” The man growled and pressed his cock as far as he could into my hole, clearly shooting his load deep into me. Watching myself get bred I couldn’t help but reach between my legs and feel my still wet hole… Slowly the man pulled out from my now cum filled hole. I looked at the time bar, the video wasn’t even a quarter of the way over. The camera zoomed in as the head of the man’s cock popped out of my hole, a small glob of cum bubbling out after it. For a moment my hole was left gaping and empty, then a new voice, not the top who had just fucked me called, “Who’s next?” Another cock, the body it belonged to cut out of the frame stepped up and slid effortlessly into my hole, The camera shifted again showing my body stretched out on the bed, my mouth now occupied by the cock that just been inside my ass. I watched in aroused horror, my cock throbbing, as time and time again my ass was seeded by random cocks. The video never showed their faces though, it showed plenty of mine, making sure to zoon in on my face whenever I begged a top for his load. I noticed that my eyes, though wide and alert looked a little blood shot and slightly unfocused. The video was almost an hour long and featured fourteen different tops, all of whom fucked and bred my ass. No wonder my hole was tender. The last shot of the video was a slow zoom in on my wrecked hole after the last top had shot his load deep inside of me. I stared in amazement at my loose and gaping hole. That sort of thing had never turned me on before but seeing my on hole wrecked like that, dripping with cum, was different, it made me feel hungry. I wanted my hole to look like that more, I wanted to have my ass plowed and dripping with cum. The video faded to black, and then a message appeared on the screen, “You know you want more bitch,” followed by the phone number now listed in my contacts as SIR. For a long moment I sat, one hand holding my phone, and the other with three fingers lodged in my cummy hole. I wasn’t entirely sure when during the film I had thrust three fingers inside of myself and started riding them desperately but even now that the movie was over I was reluctant to remove them. Rocking back on my fingers again, feeling them push against my ass ring I knew what I had to do. I unlocked my phone, opened SIR’s text and sent him a message: I’m ready now. The response was almost instantaneous as if SIR had been waiting with his phone in his hand. That was fast boy. You ready to take more cock? Yes, I responded. Right now? Yes, I hesitated before adding the next part but then hurriedly hit send, I need it. Good boy. Come and get it. He texted me an address just a few blocks away in the northern part of Hell’s Kitchen, and added, Don’t bother showering or putting on underwear. You have ten minutes to get here. My heart was pounding, a little voice in the back of my head told me I was crazy, but I wasn’t thinking with my head. I grabbed a t-shirt from the floor and a pair of gym shorts, slipped into some shoes and, leaving everything but my keys and phone behind rushed out of the door. I practically ran the nine blocks to his apartment, making it there in just over six minutes. I texted saying I was there and the door buzzed. Once inside I received an apartment number with the instruction to hurry. He lived on the fifth floor of an old walk up, and having taken the stairs two at a time the whole way up I was more then a little winded when I knocked on his door. It quickly opened and a tall olive skinned man in an old yellowing jockstrap with a thick leather harness strapped to his chest opened the door. I gapped at this specimen on manliness in front of me. At five eleven I like to think of myself as tall but this man towered above me making him probably six five. Between the thick straps of his harness bulged powerful fur covered chest muscles that led to hard defined abs. His arms were thick, covered with coarse hair, and knotted all over with veins. The basket of his jock bulged with what could only be thick meaty cock and oversized cum laden balls, the whole mass of which thrust out boldly from his tree trunk like legs. He did not smile at me, his handsome face told of only one thing: lust. “I knew you were gonna be a good one last night when you were begging for loads before the first cock even breached your cunt,” he had a rough, deep, rumbling voice that seemed to echo from somewhere deep inside his cavernous ribcage. “Get that sweet cunt inside, and strip off, I’ve waited long enough for my chance at that hole.” That struck me as odd, was he not one of the men who had fucked me last night? I thought that even the cameraman had cum inside of me. I didn’t care though I stepped inside and before the door was even closed had kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head and dropped my shorts to the ground. “Fuck you’re a hot little cum slut,” he said leading me into the living room where he sat down on the couch, legs spread wide. “Well, get between my legs and start wetting my cock boy. All the lube I’m gonna give you to get this monster up your cunt is spit and whatever cum is left in you from my friends last night.” Caution and logic were long gone, I was now completely in the grips of my own lust, and now I a safe sex enthusiast, fell to my knees desperate to get another bare cock up my ass. Pulling his musty jock aside I revealed a thick, flaccid cock resting on a pair of truly massive balls. I took his soft cock in my mouth, rolling his nuts around in my had as I rid so, marveling at their size. It didn’t take long for his cock to start hardening I my mouth, and I was quickly overwhelmed my the sheer length and girth of the thing. His broad flat mushroom head ballooned in my mouth, swelling till it stretched my cheeks. I did my best to slobber all over his shaft and head, trying to get it as wet as possible for my hole. Though I was enjoying guzzling down his gorgeous member, SIR had other plans and soon as he felt his cock was slicked with enough spit he knocked me back and stood up. He instructed me to get on all fours on the couch, resting my chest on the back of it. I clambered up and assumed the position he had instructed and waited with eager anticipation. SIR took his time coming up behind me, rubbing his blunt cock head up and down my ass crack a few times, before zeroing in on my still tender and slightly gaped pucker. I had expected him to push in roughly but instead he began a slow thrusting that alternately pressed against my sphincter and gave it time to relax. Very, very slowly my hole opened till suddenly his broad flay head pushed inside of me and stayed there. “Fuck that’s a nice hole. I may just have to keep it after I ruin it.” My brain had completely shut down, over loaded with the massive waves of pleasure that were crashing over my body and SIR began to delve deeper into my hole. It took a long time for him to finally fuck his whole cock into me, but when he finally bottomed out and I could feel his massive balls against mine I felt nothing but joy. “Tell me what you want boy,” he growled in my ear. “I want you to fuck me, SIR.” “What else?” “I want you to cum in me, to breed me!” “Good boy, that’s probably the first time you’ve ever said that sober isn’t it?” “Yes, SIR.” “I’m gonna knock you up and set you free boy.” I wasn’t entirely sure what he meant but I pressed my hips back against him as if trying to will more of his cock into my hole. He chuckled at that and began to slowly fuck me, pulling his cock almost entirely from my hole before sliding it back in to the hilt. I moaned like a whore, desperate for a real pounding. SIR knew what I needed though, and quickly began to pick up the pace and intensity of his thrusts until soon he was hammering away at my ass without mercy. I was practically screaming as his cock wrecked my hole, bruising my sphincter a little with each thrust. He hammered away like that for longer then I thought possible, till both of us were drenched in sweat and I lay pressed into the back of the couch limp. Suddenly he stopped and pulled out of my hole with a soft pop. “Get you your back, I wanna look in your eyes while I breed you.” I flipped onto my back and grabbed my legs spreading them wide showing SIR my now wide-open hole. Without hesitation he sunk back into me and resumed his breakneck pace. The sweat pored from his body, dripping onto me, I didn’t care thought, I could feel his pace starting to change and heard the shift in his breathing. SIR was getting close. He kept up his voracious pace for as long as he could before he suddenly growled deep in his chest like a bear and locked eyes with me as he slammed into my hole several times very roughly. He didn’t have to tell me he had cum, I knew, I could feel the warmth spreading in my ass. He flopped forward, his cock still lodged inside of me, his hairy sweaty chest now pressed to mine. “Fuck,” he said at length, “I knew your cunt would be worth it. I’m totally keeping you as my new cum dump.” He smiled at me, “See I told you last night, take all those loads and you’d be ready for mine.” “You did?” I said panting. “Oh that’s right you won’t remember sense we slipped you those drugs.” His smile became a wicked smirk. “But I told you last night, you take my buddies NEG loads up your cunt and by tonight, well you came around faster than I anticipated, you’d be begging for my POZ cock up your loose cunt.” Holy shit! I thought, I hadn’t even asked him or thought about… Jesus. I had just taken what had to be a massive POZ load in my ass. It only took me a millisecond longer to realize I didn’t care. I had just been fucked like I never had before. Clearly I had loved last night as well. If taking POZ loads meant that I was going to get fucked like this more then that was fine by me. “How do you feel now that you’ve had it boy?” He asked. I answered in the only way I could, honestly, “I want… I need more.”

Austin Hi, my name is Austin. I’ve just had a life changing experience I'd like to share with you. First, a little about me. I’m 19 years old, stand about five feet, five inches, and weigh 135 pounds. Although I don’t work out, I guess you would say I’m in shape as I have a trim build with a flat stomach. I’m told that I have a cute face with light brown hair and dark blue eyes. I’m currently attending a community college in my town and work at a regional chain coffee shop as much as I can to pay for things. I met my girlfriend Racheal through her twin brother Jacob who works with me at the coffee shop. Jacob is 20 years old, and stands about six feet tall and is very thin, his hair is dark brown and shaggy. He's good-looking, but not what most people would describe as handsome or cute. We are good friends despite the fact that Jacob 'found the Lord' last year and has become highly religious, sometimes to the point of irritation, but we work through it. His sister Rachael is extremely pretty and outgoing. When Jacob introduced us one day we hit it off very well. We are dating pretty seriously and have even talked about marriage one day, but the bad news from my perspective is that she has also 'found the Lord', so any pre-marital sex is not in the cards for us. So I was a virgin. Jacob and Rachael come from a very conservative and wealthy family. Their parents are very active in the community and have political influence. I found out through Jacob that they had a 'black sheep' brother about whom no one really spoke. I did learn, however, that his name was Alex and that he was 30 years old. Alex had been in and out of trouble as a juvenile and then got involved with drugs when he was 20 years old. Alex had robbed a store at gunpoint trying to get money for his drug habit. Despite his father’s best efforts, Alex was convicted and sent to prison. Making matters more complicated, Alex had contracted HIV while experimenting with drugs. Most people never expected him to survive his prison sentence. As Thanksgiving approached word came that Alex was going to be released. Alex asked his parents if he could come home and live until he could find work and an apartment. Although reluctant, his parents agreed. So Alex came home and moved in on the Monday before Thanksgiving, but he was accompanied by a surprise: he brought home a man he met in prison who had been released only days before Alex. Apparently they had become friends in prison and now were going to try and find a place to live together. Despite the surprise, the parents agreed to let him stay, provided he was out by January. Rachael had invited me to Thanksgiving dinner with her family, so that would be my first opportunity to meet her brother and his friend. When I arrived that day, Rachael, Jacob and their father Josiah were in the family room watching football on TV. A few minutes later Alex and his friend Devon entered. What I saw was stunning. Alex was about six feet two inches tall and probably weighed 230 pounds. He obviously used his time in prison to work out. His body rippled with muscles and he wore a tight white 'wife beater' tee shirt and basketball shorts which stretched to fit his body. His face reminded me of New England football quarterback Tom Brady. With his shoulder length brown hair and piercing blue eyes he was stunningly handsome. Alex’s friend was a black man named Devon. Devon towered over everyone at about six feet, seven inches, and weighed about 225 pounds. He was not as muscular as Alex but his body was perfect. His hair was closely cut and his face was model worthy. He was putting on his shirt as he walked in and his perfect eight pack abs were impressive. He too wore basketball shorts which snugly fit his body. When Rachel left the room to help prepare dinner, Alex and Devon sat on the couch on either side of me. Jacob and his father sat in the recliners watching the game. Both Alex and Devon engaged me in conversation and were very interesting. They talked about how they got to know each other in prison. Devon confessed he too was HIV positive and they met during counseling and treatment sessions they attended. They tried to engage Jacob but he was his usual quiet self. I enjoyed the conversation but I felt so small between these two men. I couldn’t help but be jealous of how beautiful they both were. When their father left the room, both men started quizzing us on our sexual activities. I confessed I was still a virgin and both guys laughed and rubbed my head and said I needed to change that. Jacob was very embarrassed to talk about the sex but he admitted he too was a virgin and he didn’t even masturbate because it “offended God”. Both guys chuckled and rolled their eyes. We all were called to the table and enjoyed a huge feast. As usual, I stuffed myself and knew that a nap when be the next thing on the agenda. Jacob and I crashed on the reclining chairs and their father fell asleep on the couch. Rachael and her mother left for a walk to the park and said they would be back in a couple of hours. Alex and Devon went to the bedroom for what I assumed was a nap. About ten minutes later, Alex came out and asked me if I would help him set something up in the bedroom. "Sure," I replied, and followed him into the room. When I walked in I was surprised to see at least three video cameras around the room along with three fairly large video monitors. From what I could see the screen showed that the cameras were pointed at various areas on the bed. When I entered, Devon, who was wearing only his shorts, closed the door and I heard him lock it behind me. I was a little confused and nervous and I asked Alex what he needed help with? “We make amateur movies for sale on line and we’d like you to be the star”, he said with a huge grin on his handsome face. At that moment Devon pressed up against me and grabbed my waist. He slowly slid his hands up my body taking my shirt with them. He tossed my shirt to the floor and I could feel his chest pressing against my naked back. I felt his hands reach around me and unfasten my belt and unbutton my jeans and they fell to my ankles. I wanted to tell them to stop but I felt powerless. Unfortunately, I guess I was unaware what was about to happen to me As Devon was slowly undressing me, Alex stood and watched. I could see on a monitor that he had trained a camera on me and I saw and felt Devon’s hands come around and begin caressing my chest, then they slid down into my underwear, slowly pulling them down. His hands touched my penis and I gasped. The contrast of his dark muscular hands against my pale white body was hypnotizing. As he pulled me closer I realized he was no longer wearing shorts. As my underwear slipped to my thighs I could feel and see his muscular legs pressed up to mine. I could feel what I only describe as a thick rubber pipe lying perfectly in the crack of my exposed ass. It wasn’t hard yet but it was starting to thicken and push against me. Now Alex slowly dropped his shorts and stood totally naked in front of me. God his body was perfect! He was well muscled and smooth except for a small line of hair running from his navel to above his penis. His thick penis hung down. He was uncircumcised. It was the first penis I had ever seen like that. He was starting to get hard and as he approached me his penis pushed up between our two bodies. I could see us in the monitor as he reached behind me and grabbed both sides of my ass and Devon pushed up more firmly behind me. I was so small between them. My head was spinning with what I was feeling. Four big hands caressed my body. Alex leaned forward and looked me in the eyes and then his lips were on mine. I resisted at first but Devon buried his mouth in my neck and sucked deeply as his hands wrapped around my slowly hardening penis. I let out a moan and opened my mouth to let Alex’s tongue in. Alex would switch from kissing me to kissing Devon and I could feel that both of their penises were now hard. I was in their spell and laid back into Devon’s arms. Both of them wrapped their arms around me and lifted me like a rag doll to the bed and laid me on my back. As Alex adjusted all of the cameras, Devon crawled up on top of me and began kissing me passionately. I involuntarily wrapped my arms around his gorgeous body and pulled him tighter against me. He slowly kissed his way down my chest, stomach and briefly took my penis into his mouth and I moaned “Oh God!” Devon grabbed both my legs and pushed them back, lifting my ass slightly off the bed. I looked over at a monitor which clearly showed my hole totally exposed. Devon leaned forward and I could see him and feel him spit into my ass. The next think I felt was one of the best feelings I’d ever had, at least until that moment. Devon’s tongue began to play with my hole. When he stuck his tongue inside it and I was in heaven, moaning loudly and leaking semen out of my penis. I had closed my eyes in total ecstasy until I felt something wet and warm brush against my face. I opened my eyes to see Alex kneeling over me and his huge penis inches from my lips. He grabbed me by the head and slowly pushed the head against my lips. As Devon worked his tongue deeper into me I opened my mouth and tasted my first penis. It was warm and salty and extremely wide and long. I suddenly was embarrassed by the size of my penis which wasn’t even half his length. He slowly and gently eased his penis deeper and deeper into the mouth and I sucked and licked as much as I could before my gag relax kicked in and he would pull back and start again. With his penis in my mouth Alex leaned forward, grabbed my legs and pulled them further back. Devon looked at Alex and said almost begging, “Can I fuck his cherry hole first, he’s got the most beautiful little ass I’ve seen and I want to breed it so bad?” Suddenly I realized he was going to have unprotected sex with me and he was HIV positive. I was frightened and started to struggle against Alex’s hold he had on my legs. “I think our little twink just realized he is going to get fucked in the ass” Alex laughed. Alex leaned forward again and his penis slid deeper into my mouth and he began to kiss Devon. “His ass is all yours, give him a nice virgin fucking and fill him good.” I tried struggling more but Alex had me tight. Alex pulled out of my mouth and inched forward straddling my chest. I looked to my left and saw the video showing my tiny hole glistening from Devon’s saliva. The head of Devon’s huge penis was inches away from it. “Please don’t!! I don’t want to be infected”, I begged. “If you don’t struggle, maybe I’ll pull out and cum on your face, instead of inside you” Devon said. I looked over at the other monitors, one showed my face, the other showed Alex from the front sitting on my chest pulling by legs back and my ass up to expose it more for Devon. Alex leaned forward and spit on Devon’s penis and then on my hole. Devon worked the saliva over his penis, which now looked well over a foot long. I watched the video totally mesmerized as Devon’s penis pushed up against the small opening in my body. His penis seemed to throb and a string of semen hung from the tip. I knew in my mind that his fluids were poisonous but I just watched and waited. The head pushed against the hole. It looked to be three or four times bigger than the opening it was trying to enter. As he Devon pushed I felt an intense burning feeling as I began to split open. The head was not being stopped and the pain was excruciating. I screamed and Alex slapped his hand over my mouth for fear of alerting Jacob and his father. I could see my hole expanding around his invading penis and I could see a trickle of blood run down my ass as I ripped open. Tears ran from my eyes as I screamed my muffled pleas to stop into Alex’s hand. As much as it hurt I couldn’t take my eyes of the monitor and watched the head slowly push onward. ”Holy fuck he’s tight”, Devon moaned. Alex slid his hands to my ass and pulled the cheeks apart. Then suddenly, with a loud popping sound, the head was totally inside of me and more blood ran down my ass on to the bed cover. I nearly passed out from the pain. Devon paused as my hole tried to adjust to the massive invader. The pain I felt at that moment was nothing compared to what happened next. Alex shifted himself so he was behind me and he held me in his muscular arms. He kissed me gently on the neck and then softly whispered in my ear. “I’m going to hold you Austin because this is really going to very painful. Devon is going to bury his whole cock in you and not stop till his balls are on your ass.” I looked at the monitor and could see about 10 inches of glistening penis ready to follow the head of into me. I begged Alex to let me go and stated to sob. “Don’t worry baby, after a few strokes your pain will turn to pleasure and you’ll beg to be fucked,” he said softly. Alex and Devon both leaned toward me and kissed me and then kissed each other. “Fuck and breed him Devon,” were the frightening words I heard next. Devon pushed gradually forward. It felt like my insides were being split in half. I screamed into the palm of Alex’s hand which covered my mouth. He pushed forward and I could feel Alex’s other hand caress my nipples and penis, trying to relax me. Suddenly, Devon stopped, “Oh fuck, this is what I’ve been looking for,” he said. He grabbed me by my hips and snapped me toward him as he lunged forward. He seemed to enter another part of my body I didn’t realize existed. I stiffened in absolute agony and screamed. My legs were straight in the air and my toes seemed to curl involuntarily. I could feel his huge scrotum resting against my ass. I looked at the monitor and realized every inch of his enormous penis was now inside of my body. My little hole was no longer little and it stretched and ripped to accept the HIV positive penis ready to fill me with poison. Devon leaned forward and kissed me and as he did his penis seemed to push even further into my small body. His body covered mine and felt so warm and powerful. The pain had slightly subsided but then He slowly began to pull his penis back out. It felt like he was pulling my insides out of my body. I softly begged him to stop and he did just before his penis head came out. Alex grabbed a video camera and moved around to get a close up shot of my filled hole. I looked at the monitor as Alex showed my stretched open ass and I could see a dark red trickle of blood running out of my ass down onto the white sheet where a large stain was developing. Devon grabbed my head and passionately kissed me working his tongue into my mouth. As he did he slammed every inch of his rock hard penis back into me. My head snapped back and I moaned loudly and cried “Oh my god!” “Oh my god” “You’re killing me!!” Devon began to get into a rhythm and as he did my pain started to subside and a new feeling began. Devon’s penis began hitting something inside of me that sent waves a pleasure through my body. The pain was being replaced by ecstasy and I started moaning. “You’re mine now baby,” Devon growled and his pounding intensified. I could hear the loud smacking sound as his penis hit deep into me and his scrotum flattened against my ass. Devon was moaning now too and my head was spinning. I looked around the room and saw different views of my virginity being taken away. Suddenly, Alex hovered over me and the camera was aimed at my face. “You are liking this, aren’t you bitch?” Alex asked from behind the camera. I could only moan and cry “God yes!!” Devon was like a wild man. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me up and jackhammered his penis into me. Any thoughts he had of having his orgasm on my face were long forgotten by him in his passion. He pulled entirely out of me several times and like a guided missile plunged back on the target and deeper into my body. It felt like he was getting bigger and harder. I looked away from the monitors and into Devon’s face. Our bodies were covered in sweat. My penis was rock hard and I could feel my own orgasm building deep in me. Alex was masturbating his huge penis as he attempted to record us from various angles. The room was filled with our moaning, the sound of our bodies smacking together and Alex saying “This is fucking hot!! We are going to make a fortune selling this.” Devon’s eyes seemed to roll back in his head. He leaned forward and moaning and nearly screaming. Suddenly he bit down on my neck and made a high pitched wailing sound and it happened. The first pulse from his penis felt incredibly warm. He bit down on hard my neck again actually breaking the skin and drawing blood. I grabbed his beautiful ass and pulled him deeper inside of me. His muscular black body seemed to ripple with intensity and his penis continued to pump warm streams of poison semen as deep as he could go into my body. I could feel every shot coating my insides with more semen than imagine could come out of one person. My penis suddenly erupted and Alex leaned forward catching most of it in his mouth. He then leaned up and kissed me as my own semen was swirled with his tongue back into my mouth. Devon was laying on me breathing so hard and I could feel his heart pounding against my body. Slowly he began to pull out and Alex zoomed the camera in on my ass. What I saw was unbelievable. My hole appeared to be three or four times bigger than before and as he pulled out large amounts of his semen and my blood oozed out of me. I knew it was poisonous and the pummeling I had just received had created the perfect bloody environment for the infection to take hold. As he pulled out he kissed me and whispered “Clean me Austin”. I willingly licked and sucked his penis clean trying to get his semen mixed in my mouth with my semen that Alex had deposited there. Devon rolled off the bed and Alex hopped into his place. “My turn”, he said with a big smile on his face. I wasn’t sure how I could take such a pounding again. Alex’s penis wasn’t as long as Devon, but it was so much thicker and he was so muscular. I knew the sex act would be more intense. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Austin are you in there?” It was Rachael!! I froze in fear. My girlfriend was outside the door and I was feet away, naked on a bed with a man’s semen running out of me and my neck bleeding from bite marks inflicted during passionate sex. Then I heard Jacob say, “What are you guys doing?” They were both there and I couldn’t speak or move. Alex and Devon looked at each other. Instead of fear they both smiled. Alex got up and unlocked the door. I couldn’t believe it!! Devon shouted, “Come on in, we need your help with something.” I saw the handle turn and the door opened……

His profile on Scruff read ‘dominant poz top’, and his picture had a mischevious little smile. He was a visitor from out of state, into barebacking with his 8” uncut cock. I immediately ‘woofed’ him. “Always glad to meet a poz, bare top!” I hastily typed. He woofed in response, and I told him I was seriously overdue for a deep breeding and hot depth charge… would he be interested in helping a guy out? He wanted to know if I was furry (I’m not) because he’s into hairy guys. “Just some chest hair,” I said. “Show me,” he responded. I sent him some pics and got no response. Bummer. Ten minutes later, he wanted to know if I could host. I guess he was horny enough that it didn’t matter I wasn’t an otter or bear. I had the house to myself, but my schedule was a bit hectic that day; I had to be on a conference call in about 45 minutes, and had another obligation around dinner. But maybe we could work it out (or in) later in the evening…? His reply text said he was hoping to fuck soon, not later. I asked if he would be interested in a pump-n-dump before my conference call…? If he could get to my house shortly (he was only 2 miles away), I’d be lubed up and ready; he could unload his poz seed into my hungry ass, leave, and I could join my call… with an ass nicely full of charged cum. Just a few minutes later, he was on his way over in an Uber cab. Holy shit. I was already semi-hard and almost shaking with excitement; it had all happened so fast. It’s been over six months since I was last fucked (I’m more the top with my bf), and my hole is tight. I knew that taking his big cock would be a challenge, especially in a ‘quickie’ situation, but if he worked my nips so I got totally turned on I could probably manage it. I hesitated, and then nervously sent a text asking if he was ‘viral’ or ‘undetectable’. I said that viral loads turned me on but I didn’t tell him I was neg. “Viral.” This was getting hotter by the minute. My cock was awake and at half-mast already. An active, toxic load from a big cock was now just a few minutes away. I felt like I found a winning ticket in the ‘chaser’ lottery. Maybe I would finally, finally get pozzed. I’ve been ‘chasing’ on and off for quite awhile; years, actually. Early on, I went a little crazy and took a couple dozen poz loads over several months, but as hot as each charged seeding was, none did the conversion trick. Some of those guys were on meds, but at least a few were viral, I know. After repeated exposures and testing, I sort of gave up that I could actually catch the bug. Nowadays, I don’t hook up very often; partly that is because I have a partner, partly it is the location where I live, and it’s also because I’m pretty selective. My man and I have a very open relationship. He knows that poz loads have always turned me on, that a ‘chaser’ lurks in my shadows. Actually, both of us have taken poz loads from various guys — once or twice from the same guy, independently! He has watched me get filled with a poz load when we’ve played together with someone, and it really turns him on, watching a guy shoot his charged cum deep inside me. But for my partner, getting pozzed hasn’t been an obsession like it has for me; he connects with neg guys, whereas I only hook up when I know they’re poz (and preferably viral). Secretly, my man likes the idea of his mate as a poz bottom slut. Not only do I like that idea too, but secretly, I want to poz him. I know he wants it, just like I do. My darkest fantasy is not just to get infected with the bug, but then to hear my man begging for me to give him the gift, too. I want to slide my throbbing poz shaft deep into his willing hole and then flood him with a gusher of my toxic seed, marking him forever. Together. My Scruff hookup arrived at the house in a few minutes after our last text message. I only had 20 minutes before I was supposed to be on my phone conference. Wearing a pair of gym shorts easy to pull off, my shirt unbuttoned, my hole lubed, I was ready. Cock awake and semihard. A short, built, Latino guy, he walked in and promptly pulled out his big, uncircumcised shaft, already hard. Impressive. I took it in my hands, and then led him away from the front windows to the bedroom, where I dropped my shorts and he promptly pushed me down onto the bed. "We don't have much time," I reminded him. No kissing, no foreplay. In moments, his fat tool was pushing at my hole from behind, and he was telling me to ‘take it’. Face in the pillow, I was breathing and trying to relax, but his cock was huge and I was seriously out of practice as a bottom. It hurt like hell, and I was constricting rather than relaxing. “Relax and let me in.” If it wasn’t for a phone call in 15 minutes, if our hookup hadn’t needed to be a ‘quickie’, it might have been a different story; he would be able to work it in slow. For better or worse, that wasn’t what our scene was going to be today. “You like that viral cock bare inside you, don’t you?” “Oh fuck yes,” I moaned, though it hurt like hell. I wanted to be on my back, have him working my nips, kissing me… working me up so I could relax and take it better. Deeper and deeper he pushed his toxic shaft into my tender hole from behind, forcing his way in. I felt my ass screaming as it stretched. Was I tearing inside? “Just pump it into me,” I begged. “Give me your viral load deep.” “Not until I’ve fucked you nice and loose….” I turned my head, wanting him to kiss me. He wouldn’t. He kept drilling away, deeper and deeper. I wanted to relax and enjoy it, but I also wanted him to just shoot and poz me — there was that damn phone call for work that I needed to join. My ass was screaming but he was getting deeper and deeper. “Give me your viral load,” I begged. “Poz me.” “You want my toxic seed?” “Fuck yes! Pump that viral load deep inside my neg hole.” There, I said it. For a minute, he slowed. “You’re neg?” “Yes.” “On PrEP?” I shook my head. “No… I’m chasing. Have hooked up with lots of poz guys but have never converted. Still trying.” For a moment, I couldn’t tell his reaction. He paused. Then he started fucking me harder and deeper. “So, you wanna be poz, huh? That’s what you want? Well, I’ve never had meds in seven years... nice long time for me to build up a high viral count. Maybe I can be the one who finally gives it to you.” “Oh fuck, yes, please….!” I gasped, head in the pillow. “Suck my cock,” he instructed, pulling out, flipping me over, and shoving his large lubed shaft into my mouth, gagging me. I tasted lube and my own ass. “You like lubed, dirty cock?” I moaned and nodded, my mouth full. “Then take it all the way down.” He rammed it down my throat again. Gag reflex. Choking. I sucked him a few minutes, him forcing his big cock down my throat, tears in my eyes as I choked on it. “Now ride my poz, viral cock.” My hole was opened enough now that I could work down on his hard tool, though it still hurt. I rode it up and down, begging for him to seed me. It was obvious that I would be a few minutes late for the call, but there were plenty of others dialing in, and I wouldn’t be missed initially. And at this moment, I didn’t care. I needed this charged seed deep inside me. Needed it badly. Riding his toxic shaft, I started working his nipples, and he started to moan with pleasure, working mine in return. He drove the big poz drill deeper up inside my hole, up into my belly it seemed. Suddenly he pushed me back, flipped over, and drove in again from behind. Somehow we had crossed the point where I’d been loosened it didn’t hurt so much. Not quite. “Poz me,” I begged again. “Plant that viral seed deep inside of my neg hole…” “Yeah, I’m gonna give it to you now… I’m gonna give you what you want!” With a thrust that impaled me from behind, eyes rolling back in his head, as he grunted and erupted a geyser of hot toxic cum deep into my raw ass. He kept fucking. I wanted to cum, too, wanted to scream with agony and pleasure as he unloaded inside me, but decided to hold onto it. My ass was on fire. He pulled out and bent down, his tongue licking my hole, eating me out. Felching me. Fuck, it was hot and felt insanely good, but I didn’t want him to remove any of that viral seed. “Don’t suck it out of me,” I protested weakly. “I need it deep inside to do its work.” He came up and smiled, leaned forward and kissed me, pushing poz cum into my mouth with his tongue. “Don’t worry, amigo, there’s plenty of my virus deep inside you now… and I’ve got more in my cock and balls to give you some more loads. I can cum four or five times.” Then he pushed his fat cock inside me again, working the fresh seed deep into my raw hole. I gasped and moaned. “I want to come back and breed you again. You free on Saturday night? Late?” “Fuck yes, I am…” “Hot. I want to spend a good hour with you, plant three or four toxic loads inside… we gotta do what we can to convert you while I’m here.” Talk about a fantasy cum true. I looked over at the bedside clock. It was four minutes past the hour. “I have to get on that phone call,” I said. “I can be on mute, but I have to dial in.” Naked, my ass on fire, I walked into the front room, dialed the number with my mobile, entered the access code, muted the phone, and walked back into the bedroom. “You want to shower?” I asked. “No, I’m good. I’ll just call an Uber cab and go.” Because I didn’t cum, I was still horny as fuck, and I stood there for a couple of minutes as he twisted and worked my nipples. He kissed me. My ass was burning, and I was thrilled to be full of active, viral seed. In the living room, waiting for his cab, a conversation emanating from the speaker of my mobile I placed on the desk, I sucked his cock a little longer, savoring the taste of my ass on its thick, hot firmness. “Would you have come here if I told you I was neg?” I asked, curious. He nodded. “We’re two mutually consenting adults. I offer full disclosure as being poz. If someone wants my seed, I’ll give it to them.” The Uber cab pulled up outside. “Next time, I get at least an hour with you,” he smiled as he walked out the door. “That’s a deal,” I smiled. Sitting at my desk, wearing only my loose grey gym shorts, only half hearing the conversation I was supposed to be participating in, all I could think about was my burning, stretched hole… and that I was full of hot, toxic seed. My long dry spell was ended. Hopefully I had finally taken the magic bullet. A little while later, I went to the bathroom to put a bit of lotion on my raw hole, feeling it warm and wet, puffy and stretched loose. Heaven. Not long after that, I was feeling kind of juicy down there. Probably just the lotion; I didn’t think any cum had leaked out, because I was holding it tightly inside, letting it do its infectious work. When I wiped my hole with a bit of toilet paper, a little bit of pink blood stained it. I nearly wept with excitement! That viral, Latino cock forcing its way into me had stretched my hole wide enough to cause microtears, which would certainly raise the chances for conversion. For the rest of the phone conference, for the rest of the afternoon, I drifted around the house in a state of euphoria. I felt ecstatic — full of viral poz seed, my ass sore and torn, and hoping that bad little bug might finally be working its way deep into me. I hoped too that we’d be able to hook up again two nights from now on Saturday. I badly wanted another breeding session and deep injection. I wanted his multiple charged loads. My hole would probably be still raw enough that it would tear again, and his toxic seed could cross easily into my bloodstream. Freshly fucked and pozzed. Now, hopefully I would convert. And I was already counting the hours until Saturday night for round two.

It's the mind part that's the bitch. I have to somehow feel some kind of connection with the person, physical, mental, or both, in order to get to that head-space. Parts on their own don't do it. Sex clubs on their own don't do it. Finding people to mesh with is an ongoing process, one I don't know how to shortcut. I'm quite a bit envious of people that are able to throw their legs up and be a bitch for just anyone.

I love the feeling. Unfortunately I move and turn quite a bit at night so it doesn't stay in, but when the top wakes up often the first thing he does is putting it back

I got fisted for the first time this week and i now know that its 90% mental (for me anyway). I have been trying to get fisted for years (probably 7 or 8) and have had many guys try and many fail, always getting to that last little bit, that i always assumed was the knuckles, but it is actually the thumb knuckle that is the stumbling block. You also need to have trust with the other person who your playing with. Anything that doesn't feel right will translate into a tight sphincter. On saturday my first play was a little bit tight, but on the second session everything opened up and things just worked and it popped in. and popped out just as easily, and that was my other issue, i used to think what if i get it in and it wont come out, but it does and its a great feeling if you do it properly.

Attended "XXLThe Party", during Southern Decadance Sunday night at Phoenix Bar, New Orleansr. Plenty of action upstairs at The Eagle. Received six anal loads between 6pm and 9pm and sucked numerous beautiful cocks.

While I like the look of a cock ring on a guy, what matters more is if he can do the job. If he needs a cock ring to do it but does it well... Hell! Wear the damn cock ring! I enjoy wearing them. It keeps me in a more horny state when I'm wearing it. I have leather ones, metal ones, one that locks on and can't be removed without the key, and a tear drop one. Hits that spot right between the balls and asshole. Feels great when getting fucked.

http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=Monqd-G405- The top calls him a faggot over and over and it ends with a big load of cum on the dudes tongue

From two years ago By: bigreject http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=RxZED-G175- 4 Loads, 2 Holes A FB came over one night to play with my BF, and shot 3 loads. 1 in me, and 2 in my BF. I got my man's load.

Not even 30 minutes ago I got a load. Was supposed to only be a blow and go, but after 10 minutes he fucked me using only my spit as lube. Came with in 2 minutes inside my ass. Left before his bf got home. Hope he'll want round two soon. Fyi, didn't talk about statuses. Hehe Now to sleep with a warm load in me.

Fuck that was hot....

Love them too. Even as a bottom. Metal or rubber/leather. They create a bigger package and I love a good bulge when going commando. My dick stays hard and helps me cum more easily. Tops usually have a harder and bigger dick, stay harder. Balls stand out more to slap against my ass. Sometimes they get painfull when they are too tight but then you can just take them off. Oh....and they create a nice package on the beach in your swimwear. Love the looks of those interested when staring at your bulge :-)

breeding in de nieuwemeer bred by mr. hotload barecumfucker.. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=BQm7j-G605-

At a hotel on business. Last night I posted on Craigslist that I wanted anonymous bb tops to come to my room and fuck me. Got 2 responses around 10pm. I taped the do not disturb sign across the door lock, so the door could just be pushed open. I turned off all the lights, except for the bathroom. I kept the bathroom door just barely cracked to give the room just enough light that he guys could find my ass on the edge of the bed. I lubed my ass and got on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed and waited. In about 10 minutes I heard the door open and footsteps toward me. I felt a finger rub the outside of my ass. Then slip up inside me. Then the finger was pulled from me and I could hear him kicking off his shoes and taking off his pants. Then I felt a hard cock pressing against my asshole. He grabbed me around the waist, as I took a hit of poppers. With one hard thrust, he pushed up inside me. His cock was about 6.5" and thick. He really pounded me. Grunting as he slammed in and out of me. Then I heard the door open again and more footsteps to the bed. Could hear shoes and clothes being removed. The first guy continued to fuck me as the second guy climbed up on the bed, pushing his 7" uncut cock in my face. I sucked him as he hardened in my mouth. The first guy quickened his pace and slammed deep into me as he let out a loud groan and filled my ass with his spunk. When he pulled out, the second guy pulled from my mouth and moved to the foot of the bed, slipping his hard cock into my ass. I heard the first guy dressing and leaving my room as the second guy fucked me. It didn't take long for the second guy to also fill my ass with his load. Without saying a word, he pulled out of me. Pulled his pants on, slipped on his shoes and headed for the door. I never did see who the first guy was. But I caught a glance of the second guy as he headed for my room door. He looked like he was in his late 40's, 6'2", 200. Loved taking both anonymous loads.

I posted Friday on cl. One response was from this 20 year old. I told him I was but he said fine.he really did show up. He brought a condom wth him and asked if I wanted him to use it. I said no and that just turned him on. He went in je raw and fucked till I felt him cum. He stayed in till he got hard again and cam a second time

Me getting fucked again by that huge cock : http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=no1jB-G305- http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=za65C-G505-

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.

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.

The ecstasy of cock penetrating, taking, owning you is too fine to interfere with. We are animals, we rut. Those of us who are the true whores want the feel of cum running down our thighs as men revile us.

Been fucked so much over the past week I haven't had any time to log on here. Had an all day fuck session on Wednesday with a German guy who came in me at least six times (each fuck lasted about an hour). His loads were big...even the final load which I was amazed at. Will definitely be seeing him again.

I got seeded by a hot bbc in his late 30's in a video booth of my favorite xxx bookstore video arcade. I sucked him till he was rock hard. Then he bend over to rub my ass. I knew what that meant. So I stood up, took off my pants and bent over for him. I took a couple of hits of poppers, cause I knew his huge cock was going to be difficult to take. He used his spit as lube and slid into me. Once I'd adjusted to his size, he grabbed my hips and started to slam in and out of me. Loved how he called me his faggot pussy. After about 5 mins of heavy pounding, he grunted, slammed deep inside me and held it there as I could feel his cock throb and release his load deep inside me.

In Glasgow for work. Checking the usual hookup apps and sites. Messaged someone on BBRT but he went offline right before I finished typing. Back and forth with a couple other guys but nothing. Then, when I was about to call it a night, started talking to a guy on Grindr. He couldn't meet right away but said he might be looking later. The usual discussion ensued (what are you into). I said I was a bottom and love to suck, rim / get rimmed, get fucked (it was Grindr so didn't lead with bareback or watersport). He came back, however, and listed bareback and piss fucking as two of the things he is into. I had never been piss fucked but have wanted to try it. So I was immediately interested. Long story short, we met up earlier (a bit after midnight). He was even hotter in person that his pictures (damn sexy!) with an amazing cock. (Will add pic to this post or, if not, to my gallery.). We went back and forth between my mouth and ass (not to mention spitting in my mouth and face (hot!!) until he was ready to release. IHe filled my ass with has piss. Felt so full it was amazing. Took a few minutes rest. Then he fucked me some more and relieved his bladder again. . I could feel his piss dripping down my balls. Another break and then he had me lean over the couch again as he fucked and bred my hole. All in all he was a horny devil and I loved every minute of it. Hope to meet up with him again (on this trip or next).

Part 8: At the Gym Michael: Michael didn’t leave the house for the whole weekend. And it was a week and a half before he dragged himself back the gym. He body was looking…. well, not flabby exactly, just not as toned as he liked. And whatever had started on Halloween was still going on. He might as well be invisible. He hadn’t picked up someone in a bar in weeks. He and Seb had met several times now. Each time Seb’s insatiable ass milked him. Taking load after load. Until his balls were dry. Michael was always so worn out after their hookups. He always slept well. He couldn’t believe he had ever thought Seb was older than him. The other man was at least a couple years younger than Michael himself. He was truly beautiful and Michael found himself dreaming about him when they weren’t together. Michael threw his street clothes in the gym locker and pulled on his shorts and a tee. God he really didn’t want to do this. But he didn’t want to lose any more muscle either. The gym was busy so he started with the free weights. Curls first he decided. “Haven’t seen you around in a while, Christian.” A deep voice said behind him. “Hey David.” Michael grunted. He continued his workout without turning. David always called him by his last name in some false sense of intimacy. The personal trainer stepped around in front of him. His eyes surveying. “Looks like you’ve been letting yourself get a bit soft around the middle.” Michael didn’t reply. No point in encouraging the bastard. He hadn’t worked out in a few days but he wasn’t “soft in the middle”. David: David let his eyes roll over Michael Christian’s body. It was true — the other man had been slacking off his workout — even if he was mostly just trying to get under Michael’s skin. When they first met, David had thought Michael was about his age — he had been surprised to find the other man was several years older. Had they met for the first time today, however, he would have guessed Michael was at least 30. To be fair, though, he still looked pretty damn good. “Tell you what. I don’t have any clients today. Why don’t I give you a free session?” “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine. Just been too busy.” “Hey, it’s no problem at all.” Michael shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.” From the day they had met, months ago, there had been a struggle. A tug of war. Michael was the man everyone lasted after, the man everyone wanted. And David was determined to topple him. To supplant him as the top of the tops (so to speak). It was that simple. David had always been competitive. He liked to win. And now, as always, he was determined to do so. Michael: Forty-five minutes later, Michael was drenched in sweat. David was pulling no punches on this workout and pushing him hard. He was on his third round of squats. His body ached. His legs and glutes sore. Stretched. Taut. Michael glanced at the personal trainer. The other man was not looking at his face. No. His eyes were glued firmly on Michael’s ass. After a moment, David pulled his eyes away and gave Michael a smile. No chagrin there at all. “Not bad, Christian. Let’s finish up with the bench press.” Michael wasn’t sure if David was complimenting his workout or his ass. For some reason he didn’t seem to mind David checking out his ass for once. It was nice not to just have everyone’s eyes brushing by him. They walked over to the bench and Michael stretched out while David added weight to the bar. “Let’s start with this. I’ve seen you lift more but you’ve been off your workout for awhile. We can add or take away weight if needed.” Michael nodded. He reached up to grab the bar… And his breath caught in his throat. David was positioned to spot the bar and, from this angle, Michael could see up the leg of the personal trainer’s workout shorts. The other man was not wearing underwear. His cock hung loose inside the trunks and Michael had a clear view. Michael lifted the bar and tried to look anywhere else. He was close enough that he could smell the other man. Masculine but sweet. Strong. Reassuring. He inhaled. Savouring David’s scent. The first set finished and David added more weight for the second set. Michael was struggling. Maybe David was right, maybe he was slacking off his workout too much. He needed to stay focused. The last thing he wanted was to look weak in front of David. The bastard was too cheeky already. But Michael’s eyes had a mind of their own. Admiring the personal trainer’s well formed thighs. Following the view up into the leg of the shorts. To the big cock staring back at him. A cock as big as his own. And, to Michael’s embarrassment, his own cock was getting harder the more he looked up David’s crotch. “Come on, Christian. Stay focused on the weight.” Michael tried not look at the face above him. The smile on the lips. Oh yes, David had noticed the bulge growing in Michael’s shorts. “Nine. Ten.” The trainer counted. His hands hovered on the barbell now as Michael strained harder. “Come on, give me two more.” Michael’s arms were aching. He struggled to push the weight up… but it was no good. His arm was giving under the weight. David’s reaction was almost instant. His arms bulged as he lifted the barbell back to the the rack and stepped away. His eyes focused on Michael’s. Michael rolled off the bench and picked up his towel. “That was a great workout. Thanks.” “No problem, Christian. We should workout again sometime.” The personal trainer leaned forward. Whispering. “Something more private.” “Hey man, you know we’re both tops.” David just smiled. That smile. That fucking arrogant smile. “Sure, man. Whatever you say. But you know where to find me.” He turned and walked away. Michael cursed under his breath. His arms were aching… his whole body was. David had not held back on that workout even though it was a freebie. He headed through the locker room but didn’t turn into the showers. He threw his workout gear into the locker and grabbed his towel. Just a few minutes in the steam room. That’s what he needed. Despite the thick steam, Michael could see that the small room was empty. He sat on the white bench, draped his towel around his lap, and closed his eyes. Yes. This was exactly what was needed. Steam. Heat. Quiet. He felt his aching muscles begin to relax. The door opened and Michael opened one eye enough to look. Oh fuck. The tall, lean form that entered was silhouetted by the light outside. But Michael recognised him immediately. David. There was no mistaking that body or the cocky way the younger guy stood, his towel wrapped low on his hips. David: The personal trainer hadn’t expected anyone to be in the steam room right now. Let alone Michael. Something had happened during that workout. He was sure of it. He had seen the other man staring at his crotch… and get hard as a result. But Michael Christian was a total top… wasn’t he? No. He hadn’t expected this. But he wasn’t about to let this moment pass unfulfilled. It felt like there was unfinished business now. The other man was looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He closed the door and sat directly opposite his rival. Michael: Michael tried to ignore the other man but again his eyes betrayed him. David’s legs were parted enough that he could see under the towel. That big dick swelling slightly in the heat. Those heavy balls hanging between the toned thighs. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even notice that he was licking his lips. The personal trainer adjusted himself under his towel. But then left his hand on his cock. The cock that Michael was so fascinated by. The hand slowly stroking it. Michael didn’t touch his own cock but it was getting hard again. In the back of his mind something nagged at him. He was gay, true, but he was a top. Why was he so fixated on the other man’s cock? But he was barely aware of that nagging voice. He was fixated on David’s cock. Big. Hard now. Was it slightly larger than his own? He wasn’t sure. For the first time, he wondered how it would taste. David’s eyes still locked on Michael. His hand raised, curling his fingers. Beaconing. Michael barely noticed his body slide off the bench until he was on his knees before the personal trainer. He forced his eyes to raise from the other man’s cock. Up his body. That beautifully formed body. Sweat trickling down the abs. The strong chest. Those small, pert nipples. To his face. David’s eyes drilled into him. A mixture of surprise, lust, and expectation. Michael looked back down at the other man’s crotch. At the bulge pushing at the towel. His hands were trembling as he pulled the towel away. The cock, exposed now, just inches from his face. The smell of a man, of sex, so intoxicating. He felt his back bend like he was sleepwalking. His head lowered. His lips parted. And, for the first time ever, a cock slipped into Michael Christian’s mouth. The taste filled Michael’s mouth as he wrapped his tongue around the head. Salty yet sweet. The aroma was overwhelming. Something totally new for him. Musky and masculine. Thrilling. Intoxicating. His lips wrapped around the cock. His lips sliding down the shaft. He wanted more. David: David watched his cock slide into his rival’s mouth. Stunned. Maybe he always knew this rivalry would end this way. With one of them surrendering to the other. But he had not expected today to be that day. The reality of the moment was so different than the fantasy. So much better. Michael was worshipping his dick. He had won! The rivalry was over. He had broken the great Michael Christian. He only wished someone would walk in. Someone who could spread the word about this moment. Even without a witness though, the torch had passed. Michael would always know that he, David, had won. David raised his hands. Wrapping around the head in his lap. Gripping the hair. Pulling him down. Pushing his cock deeper into the hot mouth. “So I guess your rep as a ‘total top’ is bullshit.” He couldn’t help laughing in his victory. “You’re just another cocksucker, aren’t you?” He pushed Michael’s head down further. Hitting the back of the other man’s throat. Making him gag. He laughed again. The mouth working his dick was inexperienced. Uncertain. Clumsy. But David had never enjoyed getting a blowjob more. “I asked you a question, slut. Tell me what you are.” Michael: Michael let the cock slide from his mouth. Reluctantly. Sweat was dripping from his face. The heat of the steam or just the lust that consumed him? David’s fingers were wrapped around his chin. Pulling his face up. Eye contact. Shame flooded through him. What was he doing? Why was he sucking a cock? He had never done this before. Why now? And why with David? And why was his own dick so hard? But a word formed itself in his mouth. “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes. I’m just a cocksucker.” And it was true. He was. He had sucked a cock. And, even more importantly, he liked it. And David knew it. Michael knew things would never be the same. Not between him and David. Or the other men who had once been able to bend around his little finger. In this room, something had changed for him. “You want it again, don’t you.” David didn’t wait for a reply. “Beg for it. Beg to suck my cock.” Michael wanted to get up, to move away. But his legs would’t move. He stayed on his knees. Kneeling before the other man. His lips moving again, as if of their own accord. “Please…” His voice was weak. Grovelling. It made him feel sick. But he didn’t stop. “…. please let me suck your cock. I want to taste it again.” “Damn. You are a cock hungry bitch aren’t you? What would your friends say if they could see you now? Begging for my cock? The great and arrogant ‘top’ Michael Christian on his knees sucking dick. There’s a first time for everything, right? Fine. Open your mouth. And you had better go all the way down this time, cocksucker.” Michael didn’t argue. He bent forward and took the cock back into his mouth. David’s hands were back on his head. Pushing him down. He fought the gag reflex. And failed. Again. And again. Saliva dripped from his mouth. Coating his chin. Mucous was dripping from his nose. But David persisted. Pushing deeper with each thrust. Like a man possessed. Michael gave up trying to control the invasion. Succumbing. Surrendering. Letting the younger man fuck his mouth. And the cock slipped past his mouth. Into his throat. He could barely breath. But he didn’t - he couldn’t - resist. “Yeah, you cocksucker. Work that dick. I’m close.” The personal trainer moaned. Another thrust. Wild. Demanding. Another. Then the hands on his head pushed him down until his face was buried in the other man’s bush. Balls deep. And the cock erupted. Firing volley after volley. Flooding his throat. Down into his stomach. Michael couldn’t breath. His face was turning red. His vision blurring. He pushed against David’s thighs. Trying to get the cock out of his throat. Struggling frantically. But the personal trainer held him in place. Desperation. His struggles fading. His arms collapsing. His body yielding… And finally David let him slide back. Let him slide the cock from his throat. Let him breath. But he kept the head of his dick in Michael’s mouth. Still dripping. Still filling Michael’s mouth with the taste of his seed. Still savouring his victory. Finally the personal trainer pushed him roughly back, off his cock, and stood. “Thanks cocksucker. Not too bad for a first time.” David glanced down. “Well…. I guess you enjoyed it as much as I did.” The floor in front of Michael was sprayed with his creamy load. He had come while sucking cock. He hadn’t even noticed. “Clean that mess up.” David ordered. “I better not hear about the cleaners having to deal with it.” And he turned and walked out without waiting for another word. Michael was still on his knees, the taste of cum in his mouth. The aroma of David’s crotch still coating his face. Without thinking, he grabbed his towel and wiped up the cum. What had just happened? Why had he done that? His breath was ragged. He needed cool air. But he waited several minutes. He didn’t want to face David again. He couldn’t. He didn’t even shower. Just threw his clothes on and raced out of the gym.

'What are you doing? Are you fuckin' crazy? This will seal it!' My brain was ringing all alarm bells, but I didn’t listen. He was sexy, witty, and he wanted to fuck me hard. How could any reasonable individual say no to him? So I followed him to his apartment. It was actually a bit of a ride: we road the subway for twenty minutes during which I had mixed feelings as I nervously asked myself 'What was going to happen? Who was I following home?' but he just smiled and we chatted as I discretely tried to take a look at his package. I wasn’t sure whether he was hard or not, but the bulge was certainly promising. Little did I know. From time to time he would touch my hand, my chest or my ass. It looked like we were two twinks from one of the American porn studios rather than two strangers which were about to share the same strain of HIV. When we arrived at his apartment, I wasn't surprised to find it was nice and so fucking twinky, al la an American porn video. There was even a 1D poster on the door. We kissed and made out as we slowly and intimately helped each other out of his clothing. He made it a point to taste every part of my body and I returned the favor. Then I felt it. Oh my God! It was huge! I stopped and stared as he widely grinned and dropped his underwear. I had never seen a cock like this before. How he had any blood left in his body I didn't know. This definitely could turn any chocolate obsessed bottoms if you catch my drift. I tried sucking it, but I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough. And above this monster was a scorpion tattoo. How telling. We kissed further and then he reached over under his bed and gave me a little bottle. “You will need this. Use it as much as you like. Take a deep whiff.” With that he positioned me onto my back. I inhaled and the familiar sensation of flying began, but my ascent was interrupted when he smeared some spit on his cock, lined-up with my hole, and silenced me by securing my mouth with his palm. I looked at him. He returned my gaze, and in so doing, rammed his cock all the way into. It ripped everything in me apart. I shrieked in pain. It felt like the whole muscle ripped. Barely able to breath, I inhaled as much of the poppers as I was able. They provided provided some relief but not much. I looked at him in absolute horror, trying to understand what just happened. He pulled out, smiled, leaned over and kissed me, murmuring "Don’t worry, it’s all over now. I'll use lube. We are going to make love and when I cum, my toxic babies will swim straight to your heart. So you will never forget me.” We kissed more. He took the lube, massaged my hole and his cock and slowly pushed himself back in. I still struggled, but the poppers and the training I had received within the past few days helped me enjoy the intensity of the fuck. His cock pushed his way back in. “Are you ready to join the club little boy?” “Fuck yeah, give me your babies.” He smiled, looked me straight in the eyes and accelerated his pace, clearly getting closer and closer. To this day I love watching the top cum. So hot. And especially that moment was unique. As he blew his load into my ass he all-but yelled. “TAAAAAKEEE THEEEEMMMM!!!! AAAAAAHHH!” I had never felt a cock cumming in me, and have never after that night. But that experience was amazing. I felt the dick pulsating and shooting in me. Load after load after load after load. He didn’t seem to stop, but eventually, when he was done, he collapsed and smirked. “Welcum to the club my friend. Better put on some pants before you leak on my bed.” With that, he pulled out, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. On his way, he stopped in front of poster which was hung next to a wall calendar. He put an X on today’s date and another on his poster, and then he disappeared into the bathroom. While I dressed a took a look at the poster and calendar. The X he had made was on the day's date, which was the 8th, and the poster had 24 crosses before me, so I was number 25. I heard the shower going, so I got the drift, put on my shirt and left. Only then did I realise that I still hadn’t cum. On my way back to the hotel, I looked at the skyline and couldn’t decide whether I ended up in heaven or in hell....

We slam - just not this early on.

2. My cock strained against the tight constraints of my briefs, a thin trickle of sweat running down my back in the blistering New York in July heat. I had dressed the way I knew he would want me: a tight fitting red shirt with the sleeves cut off, the side open showing off the thick toned body I worked so hard for at the gym four times a week; a red baseball cap turned backwards on my head; and black basketball shorts slung low on my plump ass, exposing the white fabric of my slightly too small briefs. I walked quickly up the seven block from my apartment and over the three avenues to the hotel when Ben was staying, thinking, as one only does in the middle of a summer heat wave, how much I loved winter. I slipped past the front desk of the hotel making straight for the elevators to the back of the well-decorated posh lobby. Checking my cell again for the floor and room number I selected eleven and waited as the doors closed. My back was now damp with sweat from the heat combined with how quickly I had walked over and with how damn excited I was to be seeing Ben again and taking his new gift. I was actually shaking as I stepped off the elevator and walked down the softly lit wallpapered corridor to his room at the far end of the hall. For a long moment I stared at the door, daring the brass number plate to blink first. When it didn’t I finally swallowed my nerves and knocked on the door. It was opened quickly and there stood Ben in all his glory dressed only in a loosely draped towel about his waist. The year apart had done nothing to diminish his good looks; in fact, they had, if that was possible, grown sense I had last seen him. His skin was lightly kissed with the warm gold of someone who spent a lot of time walking out in the sun, his beard was flecked with just a little more gray then I remember, his head still a beautiful bald dome. He looked as though he was going to the gym more then I did, his previously lean frame was now bulked out, his chest broader and more powerful then ever before and strangely seemed to be even hairier then I remembered. He smiled and stepped aside to let me into the room, both of us drinking the other one in with long anticipated lust. My eyes drifted down from his strong chest to his now washboard abs, taking in the thick trail of hair that vanished into the towel. As my eyes alighted on the towel is when I noticed it, the top two spikes of the new biohazard tattoo that adorned his right hipbone. “Wanna see the rest of it,” he said, in his deep low voice. Just the sound of his voice made me weak at the knees and hard as a rock. Every time I heard it the memories of the hundreds of sexual acts that voice had talked me through came rushing into my head like water rushing through a broken damn. “Yes,” I said, my mouth a little dry. He shifted his hand slightly and brushed the towel off allowing it to fall to the ground. My cock gave a powerful throb. The tattoo, now fully exposed, only made him hotter. Lined up so that the center of the symbol was level with his cock one could not help but take in both sights at the same time and it caused my dry mouth to suddenly fill with saliva. I couldn’t help myself, he was too perfect standing there, completely naked his back to the now closed hotel room door. I feel to my knees, closing the distance between us with the fall and without using my hands pulled his slowly rising cock into my mouth. I slurped and salivated over his steadily growing cock, relishing the feeling as his cock head started to push down my throat. Ben’s hands slipped onto my head, brushing off my hat his fingers entwined themselves in my hair. He groaned as he started slowly to fuck my throat. I knelt there, fully clothed, desperately sucking at his gorgeous cock, trying my best to keep my eyes locked on the tattoo now so very close to my face. After a few moments Ben’s held me head still and looking down at me said, “You’re sure as hell a lot better at that then the first time we met.” I laughed as best one can with a nine-inch long cock down ones throat, “but today’s not about you worshiping my cock like that is it? No,” he said answering the question for himself, “it’s about you taking my new loads in your hot wet cunt. So now that you’ve gotten me hard, strip off and show me that hole I’ve been missing so much.”

Adventure of a touring Barebacker Ah the life, its great touring the world as an airline pilot, different places one day to the next and more importantly different pussy to sample. So here I am back in London after a long flight from New York camped up in a nice 5 star hotel (gotta love expenses) outside of Heathrow feeling the need for some pussy before my nights up. So on goes the Laptop and lets see what sluts are available tonight on AW. Trailing though many adds, damn there are some horrors on here, I narrow the search to three lucky sluts. The one that catches my eye is a slut named kylie brunette 19 lovely slim body real looker, and bonus is she is a newbie. No mention of bareback but hey I prefer a slut who is reluctant to rake my seed. A quick call up, to the agency and confirm the booking and bang here we go. Just after 8pm (fucking bitch not even on time) there is a knock at the door 'Hi I'm Kylie babe' quick glance this girl is hot, standing 5,2 dress size 8 lovely long brown hair and a girl next door appearance wearing a nice black dress, winner I thought. 'Well good evening' I smile 'I am Andy do come in' the slut make her way in damn your getting bred tonight bitch. We attend to business and then she cute says 'so where do you want me' I sit down on the bed licking my lips 'well firstly I wanna see your naked ass babe' without a moment she strips damn what a body, pert lil tits smooth snatch begging for my load and a tight pert butt. She kneels between my legs 'let me help there she smiles as she takes my cock in her cute lil mouth. Not a bad cocksucker I do say but only just to warm me up. After a few minutes of her sucking my cock, I'm getting bored. 'Lets test drive that pussy of yours babe?' she jumps up 'ok' very enthusiastic nice. She lays down on the bed spreads her legs, here we go climbing between her thighs, then BANG! There it is in her hands 'here’s a condom babe' shit what a cock block 'OK' I smile as I observe it seeing that is a feather-light. Bingo these things ALWAYS break or if not its coming off anyway. So on it goes and in I go pumping away at this bitch not really enjoying it plus the slut is annoyingly moaning, making out she is enjoying the fuck. Then I feel a change, damn that’s better, I pull out and glance down. BINGO boy the johnny is nothing more than a cock ring. A big smile fills my face 'what’s wrong babe? Don’t you like it?' she asks cutely 'oh no I'm loving it now' as I thrust my bare cock deep inside her pussy, this makes her squeal. Damn this bitch is tight, not many cocks been in here, I notice as I pound away, feeling my seed building. I look into her eyes as I'm pumping, slamming my cock in deep 'here it comes babe I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cream I hope you like my baby batter cause your getting it deep' she looks at me with a frown 'what? But your wearing?' I lean down and whisper into her ear 'nope it split bitch, take my seed' at this moment I explode pumping my big load deep into her young fertile womb. Wow that was a big load I climb off her panting, my seed seeping from her snatch she looks down speechless then looks back at me 'get off my bed whore and get out' I laugh 'I don’t want you staining my sheets' I throw her clothes at her, she quietly pulls up her knickers, my seed trickling down her leg, then puts on her dress and leaves without a word. I jump back on the bed looking at my cock soaked in her juices 'ah another slut drilled and filled' as I drift off to sleep. End of part 1

Part 6 Tony’s first load frothed around Chris’ cock as he slammed his massive girth into my hole over and over again. My hole felt stretched but at the same time gloriously open, I could feel my ass lips clinging to his cock as he withdrew each time, I could feel his mushroom head massaging my intestines and it penetrated their previously unexplored depths. As Chris’ onslaught picked up its pace I found myself reduced to a whimpering writhing slut bottom, begging him over and over again to fuck me and give me his load. This only spurred Chris on, and he began to pull on the chains of the sling causing it to rock in such a way that the back swing of the sling met with his forward thrust each time ramming his cock into me even harder. I head the voices of men around me calling encouragements to Chris goading him on, telling him to destroy my hole. I had been part of the crowds before, cheering on a fellow top as I waited for my turn at some sluts dripping hole, and now here I was the dripping slut. My cock throbbed and my hole pulsed. “Yeah boy mike my cock.” Even as I felt my hole growing slacker from the constant pounding, blossoming around Chris’ impossibly thick cock I could see the crowd that was forming around me pressing in till soon a cock was pressed against my mouth. Greedily I began to suck on the cock I had been presented with, milking it for all I was worth. Chris began to growl as he hammered away at my hole; his thrusting becoming more and more erratic till finally he practically shouted, “Take my fucking load boy,” and slammed in balls deep as his cock began to rocket ropes of cum into my abused hole. After a few moments of recuperation Chris withdrew his cock but before I could miss it another took it’s place. So it went on for the next few hours, cock after cock was stuffed up my ass and down my throat. As soon as I thought it was over another cock would be pressed into my loose dripping sloppy hole. I had become the bottom I had always coveted. I have no idea how many loads I took or how many guys fucked me that night. The blonde next to me said that he thought it had to be close to forty guys and quite a few more loads then that sense most of them went at least twice. When I finally got home that morning, cum was still running down my legs from my gaping battered and bruised hole as I fell face first into my bed. I wreaked of sweat, sex, and cum and I was utterly satisfied and it was perfectly clear that I would never be a top again. I had found my place as a bottom slut and I was overjoyed to have found my place at last.

Part VI I woke up and something felt different. It took a few seconds to realise that I wasn't bound up. Or gagged. I opened my eyes and saw Peter gazing down at me. I stiffened. He laughed. "Break time fuck Boi. I think you have deserved it." He leaned down and kissed me. His breath was minty and he gently prised my mouth open with his tongue and gave me the most sensual kiss. My mouth opened eagerly to take his tongue and I felt his hand between my legs gently pulling and kneading my balls. I moaned as his hand found my hard cock and stroked it. He lifted himself over my as he kissed and rested on top of my. I felt his massive and rigid cock against mine as he lay on top of me. I was powerless to move as his arms wrapped round me and we kissed. And kissed. He pulled back and formed a ball of spit in his mouth. I parted my lips to receive it and swallowed it. He was gently rubbing up as down me as he buried his face in my neck, licking and kissing. I closed my eyes. When I opened them he had a phial in his hand. I smiled as he tipped the contents down my throat. And watched as he swallowed his own phial. He leaned forward and handed me a bottle of poppers. I took a series of deep, long snorts and then he pulled away and lifted my legs into the air. I watched as he parted my cheeks then his face disappeared between them. I gasped as I felt his tongue lap against my hole. He moaned as his tongue licked the groove on my arse, pushing against my arsehole. He gobbed on it and licked and sucked with increasing intensity. He pulled my cheeks apart and gorged. His tongue felt amazing as it probed and pushed into my arse. I felt his finger prise by hole apart and was amazed how deep his tongue dug into my hole. Whatever he had give me was working. I felt warm and hazy. My cock was dripping precum on my face and I wiped it up with my fingers and licked it off. He was licking and chewing my arsehole. Every so often gobbing and feeding his spit into my hole. My hands reached up and pulled my arse even wider. He leaned deep into my hole and pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go. I felt my muscles tighten around his tongue as he pushed it deeper. He pulled his tongue out and lapped my cheeks and groove. I moaned. He fell back grabbing me as he went and in one slick movement I was riding his face. I gasped as he drove his tongue even deeper into my arse. He grabbed my hands and held them at my side as I rode his tongue. Every so often he would pull me back and chew and lick my balls. I closed my eyes, lost in the incredible feeling of pleasure. Suddenly he pulled me forward and I felt my cock slide into his mouth. The tip of his tongue swirled around the head of my cock and he expertly pushed my foreskin all the way back. I squirmed as he focused on the sensitive head making me spurt precum into his mouth. He licked and swallowed the shaft, not once gagging. I still couldn't move as he held my hands but I didn't care. It felt so beautiful as he alternated between sucking my cock and eating out my arse. I lost all sense of time until he stopped and pushed me back onto the bed. Suddenly we were kissing again. Deeply. Passionately. He stroked my hair. Licked my pits. He was totally focused on me. He pulled my legs up again and focused on my hole again with his tongue. He lowered my hips slightly and rubbed his cock against my hole. It felt huge. He rubbed his cock against my hole as he kissed me. I pulled away scared it was too big. He whispered in my ear not to worry. He would take his time. I looked down at his cock. He was slowly wanking it. It was huge. The head was massive. Glistening and red. Precum was dripping from it. He wiped the precum from its head and fed it to me. It tasted so salty. He whispered that he would take it slow. He wouldn't hurt me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. He lifted my legs again and said he wanted to taste my arse again. I hungrily lifted my hips wanting to feel his tongue in my hole. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head and moved too quickly for me to stop him as he suddenly rammed his cock into my hole. I screamed and buckled as I felt his thick hard cock rip past my sphincter and deep into my hole. I heard him laugh as he pushed it deep into my hole. The pain was unbearable. I felt him grab my chin and I opened my eyes. He was glaring at me. "You little fucker. Think I was going to treat you nice?" It had been a ruse. His cock was ripping into my arse as he rammed his cock in and out of my hole. I couldn't move. The pain - the incredible pain - was all I could focus on. He stared into my eyes as he took my arse with his thick cock. I was so tight and unrelated it felt like my guts were being shredded. I begged him to stop and he just laughed and gobbed in my face. He pulled out and I let out a sigh just as he rammed back into me deeper than before. I screamed again and his hand came up and slapped me hard across the face once. Twice. Three times. He pulled out and pulled me to my feet. I whimpered. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me away from the bed. I screamed as I slipped. He didn't stop. He dragged me across the room swearing at me and flung me against the wall. I hit it with a massive thud and slid down it. He picked me up and ordered me to stand against it. I was crying. Begging him to stop. He pushed my face into the wall and kicked my feet apart. He pulls my arms behind my back and screamed as he pulled them tight and high. He leaned into my ear. "You fucking little cunt. Stop snivelling. Don't fucking come hear and think you can say .Stop'. Who the fucked do you think you are?!" He pulled my arms even higher and I screamed. He slapped the back of my head. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! You're a runt. You're here to be used. You can't leave now. It's too late. I'm going to fuck you up. Yeah really fuck you up." He kicked my feet from under me and I collapsed. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me across the floor, I desperately scrabbled to grab anything to stop him but there was nothing to hold onto. I was crying. Begging him to stop. Praying it wasn't really happening. He reached down and picked me up and stood me up. I tried to get away and his fist landed in my stomach. I doubled over but couldn't scream as there was no air in my body. Stunned I was powerless as he manacled my hands and feet. Tears had blinded my vision and I was sweating with fear. Shaking. This wasn't happening. It was wrong. I wanted it to stop. I was chained to a x frame. He was rummaging in a bag and produced a ball gag. I opened my mouth to scream and he wedged it in and slapped my face again. My ears were ringing. He produced another phial and fed it to me through a hole in the gag before moving round to stand behind me. I felt his hand on my arse. I tightened my buttocks. He laughed as he forced a finger into my hole. Unlubed it sent a wave of pain through my body. "I'm so disappointed in you Cunt Boi. I thought you'd be able to take my cock. So now we're going to have to do this the hard way." I shook my head. I wanted out. I wanted it to stop. I flinched as he traced a finger down my back. "I thought you'd be more experienced. Better. But no. So now I have to waste my time. But it won't really be wasted. I'm going to break you. I'm going to reduce you to a fuck doll." I was crying. "That's what you wanted wasn't it? All those lonely nights in your cold flat. Dreaming about being with me. Being fucked by me. Cumming in you." He laughed. "You sad deluded fuck. How could you think it was going to be any other way?" His hand slipped to my arse again and I felt him push my hole open and slide something in. A pill. I moaned. "Just a little something. We've got time." He walked to face me. I looked at him. I was scared but couldn't help looking at his body and his cock. He was so hard it was standing almost against his six pack, precum literally dripping from the head. He turned and walked away. I waited for the black out. Nothing. I heard a doorbell. He disappeared and I heard the door open. Voices. I craned my head to hear what was being said. Nothing. The door closed. Peter returned. Behind him was another man. A black guy. My eyes widened. He was about 6'5" and built like a brick shithouse. He took one look at me and smiled. "Entertaining?" Peter laughed and nodded. The black guy reached into his backpack and pulled out a bag. It was full of phials, toke bags and pills. "This enough?" Peter nodded and reached into the bag and grabbed a roll of money and handed it to the guy who slipped it into his pocket. Peter sat down and began emptying the bag on the table. The guy turned to leave and then stopped. "Mind if I have some?" Peter looked up. "Nah. Go ahead. I ain't using him." The guy turned to me and pulled open his fly and pulled out his cock. My eyes bulged as I saw it harden. It wasn't as big as Peter's but it was fucking thick. I screamed into the ball gag as he walked behind me. Peter leaned back in his chair and winked.

Part V © I watched as my mate continued to gorge himself on my master's cock. Only in my min's eye could I imagine it as he writhed in the pleasure he was clearly receiving as he took hit after hit of poppers, moaning all the phrases that I wanted him to say to me. Struggling was useless. I sat there mute, slumped over in defeat. Finally he pulled my mate off his cock and clearly pushed himself back into the pouch of the jock. He leaned down and whispered to my mate. "Good cunt. Almost worth having you do it again." My mate sighed and gazed up. "Thank you Master Peter. Thank you." Peter! His named was Peter. I moaned with pleasure as I discovered something new about my mater. Peter looked up and realised what had happened. Before he could react a fist smashed into my mate's face, pushing him to the ground. Peter grabbed him by an ankle and dragged him back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut. Silence. Then I heard dull thuds. I shuddered. The door opened and my master came out alone. He strode up to me and grabbed my chin. "Okay cunt Boi. What next?" I moaned in expectations and fear. My heart was racing and every touch was like an electric shock through my body. My cock was so hard and wet. I was sweating. He stood up and pulled my head back by my hair. I screamed from the pain. He straddled me and pushed his crotch into my chest. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my stomach. He looked deep into my eyes. "Playtime" he whispered. He leaned over me. It forced his pit into my face. I breathed in deeply. My god he smelled good. Sweaty. Musky. I wanted to lick it. He unfastened the leash from the chair and swung behind me. In one fluid movement he undid my arms and then my feet and pulled me off the chair. The blood rushed to my feet and I almost collapsed. He kept me upright and moved me away from the chair. He held on to the leash and moved round to face me. I dared to look at him. His pupils were dilated from whatever he had taken and there was a light sheen of sweat all over his body making his muscles glisten. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled me over to the sofa and forced me across he. I felt him straddle me, his cock pushing against my speedo clad arse. I pushed back, grinding my butt against him. He smacked me hard on the back of the head. "No Cunt Boi. You do as you are told." I whimpered and moved my arse away from his cock. I saw a hand reach down along the sofa and recover the toke bag. Then I felt a finger trace down my back. I moaned from the simple intensity of his touch. Once agin I felt his finger trace down to the top of my speedos and thens pull down the top of my trunks. This time he kept pulling until my arse was exposed. Then he stopped. I didn't dare turn around. His breathing was heavy. I could hear and feel it. Suddenly the most incredibly pain hit my arse hole. I struggled to get away but he leaned into me and held me down. My arse buckled as I felt his finger invade my tight arse. And now I realised why the pain was so intense. It was still sore from the rough fucking of the weekend before. I closed my eyes from the pain and saw lights across my eyelids. I screamed into the ball gag as his finger tore into my tight hole. Plunging it and ripping my hole sideways. Just as suddenly he pulled out. I heard him open the toke bag. I moaned and clenched my arse. He laughed and suddenly the searing pain again as he pushed something up my arse. He leaned forward. "One." I moaned as I heard him open the toke back again before brutally ramming his finger back into my butt. "Two." I could feel two objects - pills - up my arse. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me across the floor. In my mind I was praying for him to stop. He hoisted me up and fastened the leash to something and pulled. I felt myself rise up off the ground until I was precariously balanced on my tip toes like some grotesque ballet dancer. He walked back to the bag and reached down to retrieve something. He turned around and was holding a black butt plug. I looked at him as he approached. I couldn't move and he knew it. He spun me round. Hard. Then grabbed me and stopped and spun me the other way. The pulled me to a stop again. He walked around me and before I could relax he rammed the butt plug into my hold. God how I screamed. No lube. No poppers. No time to react. I felt the butt plug pushed deep into my hole, ripping against the sides of my arse. Then he pulled up my speedos. He returned to face me. "A point I think. Your arse is so tight. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in." He smiled and retrieved the poppers from his pocket. He flipped them open and took a deep, deep swag. I eyed them enviously. He lifted them almost to my nose then removed them. "No." He started walking around me. I tried to follow him round as he started talking. "Time to start testing you. I'm not sure you're up to this. I think you'll not last. But first a few rules." I turned and grabbed me around the waist. "Control word. Simple. There isn't one. Why would there be? I'm in control not you. Why give you control at all. You try and stop me and I'll only be harder. Hurt you more. So don't scream or moan or beg me to stop. If you do I either won't or I'll throw you out naked." He spun me round and kept talking. "No. No more rules. There are no rules. I am the rule." Suddenly I winced as a pain shot through my stomach. I automatically crunched up my legs to lessen it. He stopped me spinning. "I see it's working. Good. All whore boys have had an e pushed up their srse but I'll let you into a,it'll secret." He grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms. I sighed as I felt his hard, sweaty body against mine. I suddenly felt safe. I felt his tongue trace along my jaw and to my ear. I shivered at his sensuous touch. He leaned in further. I could feel his hard clock against mine. I didn't dare move. "The second pill. The one you just felt is a pure caffeine tablet. Like the ones you use to stay awake. It dissolves more quickly and reacts with this e. It's an interesting combination." As he said it I started to feel something happening deep in my arse. He was right, I had had an e pushed up my arse. Who hadn't. But he was also right that this was different. I could feel the slow build up of the e as it dissolved but something else was kicking in. Something more intense. I could acutely feel the butt plug in my arse but it felt strange. Alien. It felt like it was growing larger. Impossible. "Now you will be feeling something completely new." I nodded. "Like your arse is shrinking." I nodded again. "That's the caffeine. It's making your muscles tighten. What's interesting isn't that it'll make your arse tight enough to fuck but ..." And he leaned in ... "Imagine how it will feel as I pull that butt plug out." He stepped away and wiped the sweat from his face. He sighed and stretched and pull off his harness. He dropped it to the ground. He stood before me and slowly undid the belt holding up his chaps. "I think you deserve a little something for your patience." He undid the zips of his chaps and pulled them off. He turned around and bent over. I moaned as I watched the muscles in his arse flex and bulge and he undid his boots and kicked them off. He turned around to face me in his jock. He stretched his arms over his head allowing me to drink in the sight of his torso as it rippled. The e was taking effect. I gazed at him longingly. All I could think of was licking his body all over. Worshipping every inch. I needed him. He walked toward me. He unclipped the poppers and took a deepmsniff. He pulled me closed. His mouth touched the end of the ball gag and he breath out down the tube. My mouth and lungs filled with his poppered breath. Before I could react he sucked the air back into his mouth. And then back. I started to get dizzy. His hand reached up and pinched my nose. I panicked and began to struggle as I fought for fresh air. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. He was holding me so tightly. I saw spots before my eyes. He suddenly released and I dragged fresh air into my lungs. He stepped back and looked at me. His eyes were wild. "Oh yeah. Play time. Big time." He reached to grab me.

Part V (a) I slept extremely well and my alarm woke me at exactly 8am. I shower and carefully shaved my balls. I looked at my self in the mirror. I didn't look any different or - despite the pill - fell any different. I drank a cup of black coffee and took the second pill. I slipped on the cockring and the speedos. They fitted perfectly. I emptied my gym back and placed the rubber shorts in the bottom together with my gym kit - still damp from the night before - inside. I dropped the bottle of clear liquid on top and I sealed the bag. I put on the singlet then found a pair of combat trousers and a checked shirt. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't sure if he would be happy but I wasn't wearing jeans. I pulled on a pair of black caterpillar boots. 8.55am. I opened a fresh bottle of water and pulled the final pill from the toke bag. I pushed it into my mouth and drank the water in one go. I left the flat and walked to Gym Buddy. The high street was busy but as I turned up the side street I was engulfed by total silence. No cars. No birds. Nothing. I stood outside the shop. 9.10am. What now? At that precise moment I realised how cold it was. Despite the sun there was a distinct chill in the air. I shivered. I stepped back and looked at the shop. What was I looking for? I looked at the ground and then I saw it. The trip of an envelope pushed under the door. I reached down and retreived it. "Sean. 6." I opened it. "Good Morning Cunt Boi. A point in your favour for obeying. You will lose a point if you have forgotten anything but we'll find out later won't we. "Turn left and you will see a new block of apartments on your right. Walk to the main door. It will be open. Walk into the lobby and look for the mailbox for Flat 2014." End of note. I turned left and saw the apartment block. It was very new. I had seen it advertised in the local paper. Part of trying to improve the area, they were very expensive apartments. But I didn't think that they were available for occupancy yet. I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look right. Nothing. Weird. I could have sworn something rushed past me. Probably just a shadow in the sun. Fuck it was cold. I pulled my jacket together and walked to the apartments. I pushed the glass door and walked into the lobby. A wall of postboxes was on the left. On the right a lift. I walked to the boxes and found Mailbox 2014. I opened it and retrieved another letter. Nothing was written on the outside. I ripped it open. "Third floor. Flat 3014. When you get in the lift drink the fluid in the bottle. Turn left out of the lift and enter the apartment. Walk to the middle of the room and strip." I read the note again. Suddenly I was scared. I turned back to the main door and pulled it. It was locked. I looked around the door for the exit button. There wasn't one. I turned around. There were no other doors. Only the lift. I read the note again. It was very hot in the lobby. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I opened the bag and pulled out the bottle. Not poppers then. I opened it and sniffed the contents. No smell. I tipped the bottle and dabbed my finger in the liquid and tasted it. Nothing. I closed the lid and tried the door again. Locked. I looked at the lifts. Fuck it. I pushed the button. The doors slid open. I walked in. As the doors shut I drank the liquid. It was tasteless. The doors opened quicker than I thought. I turned left and saw Apartment 3014 straight ahead of me. I was sweating. Damn it was hot in this apartment block. I walked to the door, pushed it open and hesitated. I turned around and walked to the lift and pressed the button. Nothing. I pressed it again. Nothing. I took a deep breath and turned back to the door. I entered the apartment. It was one large room. Well furnished. There were leather sofas in the centre of the room. The floors were wooden. I said hello. Nothing. The door behind me shut. I looked back. Nothing. I walked back to the door and tried the handle. Locked. I tried it again. Nothing. I pressed my head against the door. At least it was cooler in here. I turned around and again thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head sharply to the right. Nothing. Suddenly I realised my cock was hard. Weird. I walked to the centre of the room and put my bag down. There was a door to the left and to the right. They were both closed. I thought about trying them but decided not to. I looked out of the floor to ceiling windows. There was a 360 degree balcony and amazing views. I shivered again. There was nothing for it. I stripped my clothes off and stood there in my speedos. "Good Cunt Boi." I sitffened and started to turn around. "DON'T TURN AROUND" he yelled. My mind reeled. Where had he come from? I hadn't seen another door. I heard his footsteps approach me. "Good Cunt Boi. You've done precisely what I said. Another point. Two points now. Almost impressive. I wonder if you can get to three points. We will see." He was standing behind me. I could feel his presence and his warmth. I shivered. I was cold. He chuckled. I felt a finger touch me between my shoulder blades and then start to trace a line down my spine. It tingled and I couldn't suppress a moan. "How trusting of you. I can tell you have followed all my instructions to the letter. The working out. And the pills. Are you feeling cold?" I nodded. "Good then they are working. It's a cocktail I have wanted to try for a while. They only really work on a boi who has stripped as much excess fat from his body as possible. They work directly on muscle you see." His finger had reached the top of my speedos. He pulled them down slightly and pushed his finger into the top of my arse cheeks. I sighed again. "Plus to enjoy their full effect you need to have improved stamina. And I think a week at the gym will have done that." He removed his finger and pulled my speedos back up. "Turn around." I turned around and moaned as I caught sight of him. My master. He leaned forward and ever so gently kissed me on the lips. "Take a good look Cunt Boi. Do you like?" I nodded and gazed at him from head to toe.

Part IV I obeyed. I spent the whole week at the gym. Almost literally. I went in the morning and again in the evening. I ran. I crunched. I pulled and pushed every muscle. I watched what I ate and drank a lot of water. At night I would collapse into bed. Exhausted. But not before I examined my naked body in the mirror. By Thursday night I was panicking. I could see no noticeable change in my body. On Friday I pushed myself twice as hard. By the end of my evening workout I was crushed. My body ached. And even if I had wanted to wank I didn't have the energy or inclination. After my final set of crunches I returned to the changing room. It was late and there were only a few guys left. All week I had seen no sign of the muscle guy. In fact I had stopped looking. I was so focused on working out that I didn't realise until I had wrapped my towel around my waist that I had almost forgotten why I had out myself through a week of physical hell. I walked to the showers, past the steam room. This late at night there was always something going on in there. I reckoned the managers turned a blind eye to it and sometimes I would wander in. And at least watch. Tonight I walked past and into a cubicle and stood under a steaming hot jet of water as it caressed my sore body. Eventually I turned the water off, towelled myself dry and headed back to my locker. My locker door was open. The padlock was sitting on the inside shelf. I quickly walked to it. I distinctly remembered locking it. I cautiously peered inside. Everything was exactly as I had left it. Then I spotted the note. Jammed into the hinge. It had my name on it - "Sean. 1." I shuddered and looked around. No one was there, I grabbed the note and put it on the bench. I grabbed my fresh briefs and quickly slid them on. As I grabbed my jeans a packet fell to the ground. I picked it up. It was a sealed black plastic bag. I put it on the bench next to the letter. I quickly finished getting dressed and pushed the envelope and package into the top of my bag and left the gym. I rushed home. Every so often I would look behind me, certain I was being followed. I got back to the flat and unlocked the door. I dropped my bag on the floor and turned to look the door. That's when I spotted another envelope on the floor. "Sean. 2." I locked the door and slide to the floor clutching the second envelope. Fuck. What was happening? Who could have opened my locker and put one envelope in there and then put a second envelope through my door without knowing the security code to the main door of my block of flats? Shit. I started to shake. This was getting weird. I looked at my sports bag. I grabbed it and headed to the kitchen. Setting the bag on the table I grabbed a glass and my whiskey from the shelf. I sat down and retrieved the first envelope and package. I placed both the envelopes on the table next to the package. And stared at them. Finally I poured myself a shot of whiskey and drank it straight. I winced as it burned the back of my throat. I picked up the first envelope and opened it. It was typed. "Hello Sean or should I call you Cunt Boi? I am glad you obeyed me and went to the gym. And I am a little impressed that you went twice a day. Good Boi. That's a point in your favour. But from what I saw I am not sure it made any difference. But perhaps time will tell. "So what next? I assume you found the package? I put it under your cheap fucking jeans you whore. No one wears fucking Levi jeans anymore except cheap bottom Boi cunts who hawk out their arses. Is that what you are? That's a point taken away." "Getting the gist of this now? Strip for me." Nothing else. I turned the letter over. Nothing. This was ridiculous. Panic gripped my stomach. I stood up and pulled my top off. I undid my belt and shoved down my jeans and kicked off my socks and shoes. I sat down. Bollock naked. I picked up the package. I hadn't been told to open it. I put it down and reached for the second note and opened it. "Hello Cunt Boi. You naked? I'll know if you're not. I'm in your head. You won't be able to lie to me. By the way I'm glad those bruises have disappeared. Clay was too rough on you. I ordered him not to leave any marks on your skin. The fucker has been punished." My cock twitched as I read this. 'Punished'. "So. Open the package." End of note. I put the note down on the table and picked up the package. I lifted it to my lips and nose. For some reason I licked it then sniffed it. I turned it over and carefully peeled back the Sellotape then tipped the contents onto the table. There were three sealed jiffy bags. Marked "1", "2" and "3". "1" was the biggest. I pulled it open. Out fell a pair of rubber shorts. Jesus my rubber shorts. I picked them up. They were clean. And nestled inside was my bottle of poppers. I placed them on the table. Also inside was a white singlet. And an envelope. "Sean. 3". I opened it. "Hello Cunt Boi. Rich enough that you can just leave your rubber lying around in a club? I'll teach you how to value things. You need to be taught some real values. And as you can't fucking manage to follow simple instructions here's a singlet. Don't lose it. "Open parcel 2." End of note. I grabbed the second parcel and ripped it open. The contents spilled out onto the table. A metal cockring. A pair of speedos. Black. And another note. "Sean. 4." I opened it. "These are for you to wear. If you've been working out properly you will look good in these speedos. If not. Then nothing. Shave your balls. Nothing else, just your balls. I will inspect them so make sure you do it right. Put the cockring on. Put the speedos on. Put the singlet on. Then put whatever fag clothes you have on. But not your fag jeans. "Final parcel Cunt Boi." I paused. I looked down at my erect cock. It was hard. Very hard. And leaking. I wiped my finger across the top and pushed the pre-cummed tip into my mouth. I opened the final package and reached inside to retrieve a toke bag and a small bottle. Poppers? I held it to the light. The liquid was clear. I looked at the toke bag. Three pills. I picked up the envelope and shook it. Another note fell out. "Sean. 5." "Good Cunt Boi. If you've got this far I am impressed. So what have we here? READ THIS VERY CAREFULLY." "Tonight you will go to bed at midnight. Before you will take one pill. "Tomorrow you will wake up at 8am. You will shower. You will not put on any deodorant. Drink one cup of black coffee. And take the second pill. "You will dress as I have ordered you to. You will pack your slutty rubber shorts. You will pack your sweaty gym kit from tonight. You will pack the bottle I have given you. "At 9am you will take the final pill, drinking it with a litre of water. No more. No less. You will head to 'Gym Buddy' and arrive no later than 9.15. If you are late you have fucked up." End of note. I dropped it on the table and looked at everything lying there. I picked up the cockring and weighed it in my hand. I picked up the bottle. What was it? Should I open it? I put it down. I inspected every other item and re-read every note. And again. Suddenly I looked at the kitchen clock. 11.55pm. I stood up and pushed all the items into a pile. I walked over to the sink and drew a glass of water. I walked back to the table. Bedtime I thought as I pulled open the toke bag...

I like pissing inside asses. Especially if the bottom doesn't know it's coming. I let him think I'm just recovering after shooting my load and am reluctant to pull out lol. I fucking love it when the warmth starts to spread and they reaiize what's happening lol.

i've done it once and i'm sad to say i hated... i got too hot from his body heat and the covers and i can't stand that when i'm trying to sleep =(

met a freaky guy about an hour ago in the rambles. ate his ass, fucked him, dropped a load.....sucked it out