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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.

Looking back some five years ago, I was such an idiot back then! Not because I lost my neg status one night, but that I didn't get in to horny and wild raw sex at a much earlier age. You see, as of age 26, I was a a classic time wasting guy. I'd hang out with my straight friends, come home, turn on the laptop and chat to some hot guys. I'd lead them on with talk about using my tight hole and sucking them dry. This would last for hours, then I'd shoot my load, and flick the power off without even so much of a goodbye. I had cum, so I was done. Of course I would hook up with guys, but these were guys I picked up in bars, clubs or out and about. I was lucky, I have dirty blonde hair a defined body due to my love of sports and an ass that fills a pairs of jeans very nicely. I started chatting to a 56 year old guy on BBRT. He was older but hot - sort of perfect looking in a really non-perfect way. He was too young to be a daddy, too old to be a jock, a muscular rugby type with definition but not gym-obsessed, sporting a healthy amount of chest hair with a few tattoos scattered about. My dick got instantly hard when I first saw his pics: his cock was thick, eight inches, and 8" dick, negative and he described himself as 'somewhat kinky'. In addition, he lived some 45 minute from me, which meant I was close enough to stimulate some interest, but far enough away to discourage an immediate offer of a hook-up. In short, I could put off meeting until I got my rocks off. I did my usual "hey, great profile, wanna chat?" Within minutes his first reply came through "Hell yeah! You've got an ass I could eat for hours". I was in a very horny mood that night and gave him my Skype ID so we could cam together. His body and cock were beautiful, and we jacked off together on cam, our conversation getting dirtier and dirtier. He kept telling me how he wanted to bend me over and fuck me. I kept willing him on, teasing him by playing with my hole, telling him how much I wanted him. He ended up shooting a HUGE load over his furry chest and within second my hands were covered in my own cum. We said bye and logged off. I showered and slept but woke next day with a raging hard on that could only be satisfied by jacking off to the memory of the hot cam session from the night before. We kept in touch and had a few more session, each of which got nastier and nastier until bareback sex was the major thrust of our conversation. I encouraged him by telling me how I love being fucked and how I want to take anonymous cum and have a top guy use me. This turned him on a huge amount! I was a pro at cyber sex and knew how to work a guy's buttons. Once again he spurted a HUGE load whilst moaning how he wanted to fill my raw hole with his cum. Unusually after this session we stayed online and started chatted about life, hook-ups, boyfriends, turns ons, etc. We must have chatted for over an hour with the time passing by. Two days later I was in a bar and my pocket vibrated. I found this Skype message: "Hey bud, u free and online?" I replied "Sorry, m8. Out drinking tonight" I didn't think anything of it until I was headed home, having had a bit too much to drink, and my dick stirring in my pants. Checking my phone, I found this message: "Hey bud, I really need to shoot my load... and i dont mean on cam. Lets fuck for real." Without even thinking I replied "Yeah that's long overdue. Come and fill my tight hole". This went on for another 15 minutes or so until, without giving the matter proper consideration, I sent him my address and told him to head over. After all, what was the problem? I was really horny, I really wanted to hook up, he seemed a decent guy, was clearly horny himself, and so we would satisfy each other's needs - at least for the night. He arrived just after 1:00 AM. I had already stripped to my boxers, and he did likewise. The outline of his hard cock clearly visible. "Hey bud, lets make his horny and like we spoke about" he said, pulling a blindfold from the pocket of his jeans. I nodded and obliged, without being able to see anything I sucked his dick and it was the most amazing experience ever. Using my hands, tongue and mouth to explore him. My cock was twitching and dripping precum without even touching myself. His hard uncut dick tasted great, and, as he gently pushed the back of my head, I sucked his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. After a few minutes he then turned me over and rimmed my hole very deeply. In fact his tongue action was blowing my mind. I wanted him to fuck me so much, so I was not surprised when I felt his hard head pushing against my hole. Still I was in command of myself enough to stop him, saying "Sorry man, but I only fuck safe. Can you rubber up there are some on the side?" "Huh?? But we met on a bareback site and talked about me fucking you raw and I'm neg and 100% clean." "Erm.. yeah.. well I was just kinda horny and said that. Let's fuck rubbered up and may be next time we can go bare. Once I know you better". Still blindfolded, I could hear him grab a packet from the side table, and rip it open. I reached behind me to feel the condom on his cock. I lubed myself up again and felt him slide inside. His dick was a lot thicker than I realized (or my hole was tighter!) In any event it felt great! It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain. He continued fucking me for about 20 minutes, fast, slow, sometimes pulling out, sometimes balls-deep in my ass. Occasionally I'd reach round, seemingly to guide his dick, but in reality to check he was still wearing the rubber. Each time he told me to breathe, relax and enjoy! I was getting closer and closer but more importantly my arse was getting sore so I couldn't last much longer. "Need a minute?" he asked, pulling out and stopping for a minute. "Nah, I'm good man, but I can't hold off much longer" He just chuckled and slid straight back in to my arse. After another couple of minutes of fucking I could feel his dick shudder. He screamed "Fuck yeah man, take my hot load". That did it for me and I blew my own load straight away. Still horny he turned me around and got me to suck his dick clean. Only then did I realize he wasn't wearing a rubber. "Hey man, what did you do with the rubber?" "Oh, I got rid of that before loading you." I stopped sucking and removed the blindfold. The first thing I saw was a tattoo of a scorpion just above his dick. It was tiny, sitting at the very base of his still hard dick. "Oh by the way kid, I guess we're both not honest with guys - I've got a POZ sting in my tail." With that he grabbed his clothing and left. I didnt know what to do. My mind was all over the place. Was he lying, will I convert, what had I done?? So I did the only thing I could do in that situation.... I started jacking, fingering my hole and shot a massive load with the knowledge that I had a huge thick POZ load deep inside of me..... ;-)

Mike was almost shaking as he was getting dressed. He douched for a long time because he had the privacy this time: the wife and kids were away for the week and this was going to be the best Monday night he had in a long time. This was perfect but unplanned because his fuck buddy was in town at the same time. They had been fucking together for just over a year each time his fuck buddy was in town, but never more than a few snatched hours. Mike always left wanting more. This time would be different because Mike hoped to get fucked all night. His buddy had a great cock, body and attitude which was both demanding and chilled at the same time. Mike was looking good. He worked out a lot and was in good form, with a muscled body from serious work with weights. His ass was shaved, his jockstrap on, and the lube and condoms in his knapsack. He also brought some weed just in case his buddy liked to smoke it. They had never discussed drugs so on the last few occasions they fucked around, Mike smoked a joint in the parking lot beside the hotel and then popped about a dozen breath mints in his mouth. And the sex was amazing. So hopefully tonight he would smoke some weed with his buddy. His phone buzzed with a new text: "Got a prob. Colleague is in room next door. Can't play here." Fuck! Great! Mike was swearing and feeling anxious. He needed this. So he texted back: "Any ideas where else?" His buddy texted back, "Bathhouse is the only option." Shit, this was not what Mike wanted. He was terrified to go to a bathhouse. Terrified someone he knew might see him, terrified he might see someone he knew inside. Too risky. He didn't know what to do. He texted, "No other idea?" He got a quick reply: "Nope, but we can get together next time I'm in town." Mike didn't even think about it and texted: "Nope, let's go to bathhouse." His buddy texted back and they worked out the details in a few more texts. On his way downtown, Mike got another text: "Waiting in the parking lot." Ten minutes later, Mike pulled into the lot and there was his buddy, looking sexy and chilled. He was taller than Mike by several inches, and lean and lanky. No matter what he wore his fuckbuddy had a bulge and just looking at his buddy's crotch made Mike stiffen. He parked, got out and they greeted and walked to the bathhouse. His buddy explained that he would get a room and Mike should get a locker, but to remember to sign a fake name. They walked in and it was aglow with red light, music pounding and a cute guy behind a grill. His buddy got the only room available, the one with the bench. Mike wasn't sure what that meant but he had an idea and he liked that idea. He got his locker and the two of them walked through, keys and towels in hand. They walked past a bar then to the back of the room there was a lounge with some guys sitting around watching porn and stroking. They all checked out Mike and his buddy. The stairwell was right there and they walked up to the third floor and looked for the room. They found it soon enough but Mike felt the place was disorienting and didn't really have his bearings, but once the door opened, Mike felt like he was in heaven: the room was big and had a padded angled fuckbench with straps attached. They both chuckled and made small talk as they got right down to business and began undressing and unpacking. Mike hauled out his lube and condoms and poppers and put them on the table beside the bed. His buddy was undressed and stroking quickly. Mike stripped down to his jock and put his clothes in his knapsack. They put their stuff in the locker, locked it and got down on the bed. His buddy laid back, sort of sitting up, legs spread, cock at half-mast and waiting for Mike's mouth. So he crawled right into place and took that cock in his mouth. He knew he had to give his buddy long slow deep strokes down and back up, over and over. So he started these deepthroat slowstrokes and got into a rhythym. He was in fucking heaven. He was incredibly turned on that he was in a bathhouse, sucking his top buddy's cock. He was stroking this cock with his throat, opening his lips even wider, making sure not one scrape of his teeth against this thick hard cock. He loved this cock. Just under 8" cut with a big knob and a thick shaft that must be at least 5" around straight to the base, Mike jerked off thinking about this cock. His buddy was enjoying this, clearly, from the encouragement and moans he made. Soon his hands began to reach down and play with Mike's ass. Eventually he had Mike turn around and present his hole to him. Mike felt his buddy's hot breath on his hole. Lightly and slowly his buddy ran his facial scruff just against one thigh and moved slowly up towards Mike's ass. Then he switched to the other thigh and did the same thing. Mike shivered, cause he knew this was going to be a memorable fuck. Soon Mike could feel his buddy's tongue swiping around his hole. Round and round his hole, his buddy continually swiped his tongue until Mike thought he was going to lose his mind. Then all of a sudden he felt that tongue against his hole and Mike felt like he was going to melt. His buddy's phone went off but he ignored it as he began to tonguefuck Mike which always makes Mike feel like he was going to pass out from bliss. Deeper and deeper, plunging his tongue in and out, Mike's buddy was feasting on his hole. Again, Mike hears his buddy's phone go off and this time his buddy stops and opens the locker to get his phone. Mike hears him fumbling around but he stays on his hands and knees cause he knows his buddy likes his ass up and available. His buddy mumbles something, and starts back tongueing his hole. Eventually his buddy starts tapping his hole with one of his fingers. Gradually he works one in, and slowly pulls it in and out. On one of the strokes in, Mike feels a burning sensation and grimaces and pulls away. He never liked getting fingered but tolerated it cause his buddy like a little finger action. The burning subsided and Mike felt surprisingly relaxed and if possible even hornier. He said to his buddy, "Let me try out that bench." He got up and leaned down and onto the bench. It was perfect. He found himself leaning just far enough forward so that he could see how easily he could suck cock and at the same time his ass was pointed out and up and completely exposed, There was a place for his legs to rest and for his arms. His buddy moaned and got behind Mike and began to tongue his hole again. He tonguefucked him deeper this time and soon began poking around Mike's hole with a finger. Mike tensed up even though this time it felt way better. Sure enough, as soon as his buddy's finger was inside of his hole he felt a burning, but stronger this time. He asked his buddy to pull it out. At this point his buddy's phone went off again. He mumbled and went to get his phone while Mike just lay in this fuckbench, completely horned up like he had not felt before. His buddy broke the silence and said, "I gotta go." Mike couldn't believe his ears. Turns out his fuckbuddy's colleague needed help with something for work for the next day and Mike's buddy was the only one who could help him. Mike asked if he could go and come back and Mike would wait there for him. His buddy said that might work, got dressed and they made plans to text updates. After he left, Mike was unbelievably horned up but limp. He couldn't get hard. And he wanted to get fucked. Badly. Soon, he had to piss but that meant walking up and down the hall and he was nervous he'd run into someone he knew. Figuring that he had no choice and feeling horned up by walking through the place, Mike found the nerve to do it. He got his key and wrapped his towel around himself, and tried to get his eyes to focus. They just felt strangely out of focus, just slightly. He opened the door, locked it and shut it and began to go down the hall to look for the washroom. He passed this sexy guy who reminded Mike of his fuckbuddy - same look, same kind of smirk. This guy watched Mike the whole way and Mike turned around to see this guy groping his crotch. He found the bathroom, and there was more cruising going on in there. There were several sexy guys here, Mike thought. But he was trying not to give off mixed signals cause he was waiting for his buddy to give him the fuck he wanted and needed. Finishing up, he saw in the mirror that guy he spotted in the hallway ask someone if they had a light. They didn't. Then he asked someone else who said the same thing. As Mike was about to pass him, he asked Mike directly if he had a light while holding up a joint. Fuck, thought Mike, that's what I want: to smoke some weed. So he said, "Yeah, I got a light in my room if you want to get it." This guy said, "Lead the way." They walked to Mike's room, and he opened the door and let the two of them into the room. This guy said right away, "Name's Jerry." They should hands and Mike introduced himself. Jerry made some funny comments about no one smoking weed around the place, and offered to share the joint with Mike. Mike figured he would, and why not? He was just killing time waiting for his buddy. Mike handed Jerry the lighter and Jerry sparked it up, took a deep hit and passed it to Mike. Mike took a couple of hits and passed it back. Back and forth they smoked and passed the joint, and Mike was feeling very relaxed. Jerry was commenting on the fuck bench, saying how hot it was and how great it must be for a top to fuck a bottom in one of those. They began joking around about it, and finally Mike explained that he was in fact a bottom. Jerry just moaned. He started commenting on how good Mike's ass would look in that bench. He was funny and fun. Mike relaxed and eventually gamefully offered a showing. He walked over to the bench and put his legs in the holders sat down and leaned forward. Jerry walked over with the joint, and passed it to Mike and started to rub Mike's ass. Mike loved it. He loved that he had another guy who he had just met feeling his ass. Jerry asked Mike if he ever did coke. Mike loved coke but only did it rarely at best. But there was Jerry with a little bottle of cock. He turned the lid, and there was a single bump. Mike motioned Jerry in front of him and with his cock right by Mike's face, Mike leaned in and took a hard sniff. Then Jerry cranked the lid again and offered Mike another hit. Mike leaned in to take this bump but had his eyes fixed on Jerry's cock which was starting to swell. He inhaled deeply, and for a moment had this incredible rush, and then everything started to go black.....

PART I: SURRENDERING MY SOUL TO A STRANGER I used to trust in God. I followed him, worshipped him, believed he could save me from damnation. But even on my best behavior—even when I was the star of Sunday School—I harbored a deep fascination with anything that flourished in God’s absence. I told myself that I wanted to live in the light of Christian convictions, but spent hours daydreaming about the heat and depravity and chaos of a place like Hell, where God’s light could never be seen again. Somehow, despite everything I’d ever been taught, the idea of Hell—that is, a place of endless darkness characterized by weeping and gnashing of teeth—just didn’t seem like such a bad gig. Think of all those deep shadows, and all the twisted fun you could have under the heavy blanket of neverending night! I finally got a chance to explore the darkest of my daydreams during the summer between high school and college. Just a few months after my 18th birthday, I took a road trip through Southern California, telling my parents that I wanted to see Disneyland and Sea World. My actual plan, however, was to spend a week exploring Palm Springs. I’d read stories about all the twisted goings-on at those clothing-optional resorts, and I needed to see some of it for myself. I still hadn’t told anyone I was gay, I was a virgin, and I was terrified of all the things I didn’t know about gay sex. I had no plans to go hog-wild, but simply wanted to be a quiet observer—maybe even get a first-hand look at the grunting wild-animal communion of male bodies going bump-bump-bump in the night. I’d done enough research to know that the gay resorts in Palm Springs were mostly concentrated along Warm Sands Drive, so that’s where I went first. I parked my car a few blocks away—cautious and discreet as ever—and nervously approached the main cluster of sex clubs. As I made my way along the sidewalk, I heard footsteps just a few feet behind me. Turning around, I found myself in the presence of an unusually tall, powerfully built man—he was just shy of seven feet, and his shoulders were at least twice as wide as mine. And just to be clear: I’m no slouch in the musculature department. I played football and wrestled in high school, and I have a nicely proportioned jockboy frame. Think of me as that dark-haired white boy-next-door, standing six feet tall and weighing 185 pounds, with a well-developed chest, tight abs, and a clearly defined trail of fur leading down past my navel to my uncut cock and heavy, low-hanging balls. But this guy? He was next-level. And even in the darkness, the way he looked at me was flat-out mesmerizing: his eyes glinted in the evening heat, as if his stare could bore right through my skin. “Hey there,” he said as he approached, flashing a slightly fiendish grin. “What’s a cute boy like you doing in this part of town?” “Oh, just checking out the sights,” I said lamely. He was now standing right next to me, or actually towering over me, and I could feel an intense warmth vibrating from his body. He maintained that unearthly stare, and we just stood there in silence for a few moments. Then he took my hand, gently guiding it to his crotch, and used my fingers to trace the full outline of a rock-hard cock that appeared to extend halfway down his thigh. I looked into his eyes again. He was smiling down at me, quietly nodding as I explored the massive girth of his dick. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I have a place not far from here,” he said, the depth and richness of his voice causing my little virgin hole to twitch. “Do you want to follow me there?” I replied with an eager nod. “Good—then open your mouth, boy.” I opened wide, and he spit in my mouth before sinking into a passionate kiss. “I hope you like that spit.” I smiled and nodded, which frankly surprised me—I wouldn’t have imagined that spit could’ve turn me on, but it did. And somehow, just then, my head started tingling and my nipples started quivering and my hole started pulsing with hunger. He leaned down to spit in my mouth again. That caused my head to tingle even more, and I could feel my heart racing like I’d just binged on a gallon of coffee. He cupped my face in his hands, looked intently into my eyes, then nodded with clear satisfaction. “Oh, I can see it in your eyes now. You’re definitely mine,” he said matter-of-factly—and I felt no need to contradict him. Just then, he quietly thrust his fingers down the front of his pants. I glanced down to see the outline of his hand exploring his giant cock-bulge for a moment or two, at last re-emerging to show me his fingers covered and dripping with an impressive layer of thick, white cum. “I leak,” he explained. “I leak constantly. A fucking geyser of precum, all day. Now open your mouth again.” I complied without hesitation, my eyes fluttering as he slowly worked his jizz-covered fingers into my mouth. Moments later, my head experienced a fresh rush of that tingling sensation, even stronger than before. I found myself involuntarily arching my back to expose more of my fuckhole to anyone who might be passing by. And the simple sensation of my T-shirt rubbing against my suddenly ultra-wired nipples made my entire body shiver with the anticipation of sexual discovery—and the promise of sexual corruption. “Call me Abraxas,” he said. “And you are?” “Michael,” I replied. “Ah yes—the archangel,” he said with a vicious smirk. “By the end of the night, I might need to give you a new name.” “Please, sir: do whatever you want.” “You mean that, boy?” His stare had taken on a new intensity, and I found myself feeling weightless, like tumbling in space, all of my energy and attention somehow absorbed by that sharp glint shining from the depths of his eyes. “Yes I do,” I replied without missing a beat, as if that were the only possible answer. “I want you to repeat after me,” he said. “Are you ready?” I gave him a nod, and his voice lowered and flattened as if emerging from the deeper recesses of his massive frame. “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I surrender my body to you.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Abraxas, lord and master, I freely give you my soul.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me. And never let me go.” “Mold me in your image. Make me yours. Mark me.” Here I paused as he leaned down to kiss me—but this time, as my tongue explored his mouth, I felt an unusual sharpness along the ridges of his teeth. He withdrew from the kiss, then gently repeated: “And what else, my boy?” “And never let me go. Please, please: never let me go.” He smiled with the slyness of a quiet conqueror. And just then—though I told myself, again and again, that it must have been a trick of the evening light—his eyes took on a subtle red glow, shining like embers, as he placed his arm firmly around my shoulder and showed me the way to his dark sanctuary.

This is a follow-up or continuation of my post about my vacation Pig vacation for an athletic jock bttm whore. A few weeks ago I was on vacation in Ft Lauderdale from a Wednesday to the following Friday, so more than a week, and I planned to have sex most of the time. The first Wednesday night out I had ended up at a sex club bottoming for all kinds of guys, servicing any and all who wanted action. I was one of the few guys there under 30 and at 5-8 and 150, I got lots of good hard use. I met John, a top who watched me and encouraged me towards the end of the night and as we were all getting ready to leave around 4am, he barked at me, "So boy, you look like my kind of pig slut. You gotta be anywhere? Work? Poz? Neg?" I told him, "Nope, got a flight next Tuesday so available all weekend. And just tested neg." We continued to walk out and he said, "Follow me" and got on his phone, "Hey it's John. Gotta good neg bottom for you. Yeah he got his ass used good. Took loads from everyone here, all the biggest dicks. Yeah, even Derrick. Cool. I'll drop him off. Gotta rest for work tomorrow." Arriving at his car we got in and he started questioning me about where I was staying and my limits. I told him I had a ratty hotel room in a bad section of town and that I couldn't set any limits and would try to service tops as best as I could. "Good boy, we're going to have fun. Such a hot little slut. I'm going to drop you off at a buddy's place where you are gonna service him and his friends while I sleep and get ready for work." He drove quickly over the empty morning streets and continued, "I'll pick you up in a few hours on my way to work and drop you off at the bathhouse. I'm gonna make sure your hot cunt gets used constantly. Nothing better than seeing a nice hole like your's get turned inside out and gaping big. Love that. Will even make sure you get fisted several times a day for the next week." "Yes sir" I said and thought Oh fuck. I prided myself on having a hole loose enough to easily take any cock any time, but still tight and enjoyable for tops. But knowing my place was to obey any tops, I couldn't disagree and knew it would happen eventually anyway. I knew I was destined to get used hard so might as well have fun doing it. We were driving now on a slummy street with lots of little run-down houses with cars and car parts littering the yards and into the streets. We pulled up to the dumpiest house on the still dark street and John said, "Strip. And leave your wallet and phone with me. Go inside, Mike is waiting." I looked at him and hesitated and he asked, "You want this, slut? No going back. I want you to submit entirely and you know you want it. I saw how you were servicing EVERY cock in the club. Licking your ass scum off the fingers and cocks that came out of your ass. Saw you with your head in the nasty filthy club toilet while you were getting fucked in the bathroom. Like a good lil piggy." He was right. I pulled off my shirt and thumbed my mesh shorts and jock over my sneakers and put my wallet, phone and room key and made a pile the floor his car. He said, "Sneakers too." and glanced at the clock that read 4:40 A.M. and added, "I'll be back to pick your sorry ass up around 11 A.M. Now get going." I shut the door and padded up barefoot to the house where a thick tattooed muscle bear opened the door. "Get in here, naked pig slut. Prepare to be used." And he added, "Fuck hot pig" while looking me over like a peice of meat. "Follow me." I followed him back to a playroom with a couch and coffee table, sling, bench, tall butcher table and lots of toys and things I didn't recognize. MiIke pushed me up against a wall and said "Spread 'em. Let me see that hole. Yeah that's right, full of dirty cum. Nice." As I stood, spread and slightly bent over, he dug around with his fingers and coated them with some of the cum deposited and leaking from my ass and pushed his fingers to my face and I sucked them and tasted the dirty cum. "Good boy. Now grab that dildo and sit on it in front of the coffee table." I looked at the giant dildo he was referring to and shuddered. It was the kind that sat firmly on its own on the floor. "Your gonna fuck yourself with that while you suck my dick and we party." As he sat down on the couch, I grabbed the giant dildo and moved it onto the floor in front of him. As I maneuvered the dildo, I used my spit and the cum deposited in my ass as lube and squatted over the giant dildo in front of Mike, who got comfortable on the couch and prepared a glass pipe and lit it. I was still working the dildo in, pushing the wide head against my battered and sore hole when he pulled me to his face and blew his smoke into my mouth. I saw what was coming and exhaled prior so I'd have plenty of room to take in his smoke. Soon my ass gave way and I sunk down on the dildo. I repositioned my legs from my feet to my knees and Mike said "That's it. Take it all the way down. Keep going." I sank almost all the way to the floor, taking at its thickest point, probably about four inches wide. I leaned forward a little bit to take his thick pierced cock into my mouth while trying to keep my ass moving on the dildo. I'm not a huge fan of dildos but I was high and loved the full feeling and wanted to please Mike. I slobbered all over his hot dick and my hands roamed around his thick tatted muscles. Mike prepared a popper rag, spraying liberally and covered my face with it. Pressing it hard, he said "Breath it in bitch, I want you in heat." My head was soon spinning and he reached under me and started to shove his sharp finger-nailed fingers into my ass along with the giant dildo. I was soon a pig possessed. "Fuck yeah, ruin my hole, tear it open." I rode the dildo harder, battering my hole against his fingers. After a while, Mike lit up his pipe and we continued our high. I'm not sure how much time had passed while I fucked my hole raw and deep before Mike found another dildo, even wider with brutal looking knobs all over it. While I was working the new dildo in and out of my hole, high as a kite, I heard more voices and realized more guys had arrived. Before I had a chance to see any of them, I was pushed up against a wall and a nice big hard dick slipped easily into my hole.The guy man-handling me was much bigger, 6'3" or more and I had to stand legs straight for him to be comfortable in my ass. With his dick still deep in my hole, he directed me around back over to the dildos I had had deep in my hole and the new guy said "I wanna see the piggy clean off the dildos he's been using. Looks like lots of ass juice and flavor there." Naturally I did my best to scarf up the juices covering the dildos. The room was rather dark but I could definintaly taste blood from my hole. The new guy was fucking me harder, "Fuck yeah, I'm gonna breed ya neg pig boy" and I felt his cock jerk and spasm in my ass. Hours passed as they abused my holes and I tried to service their cocks and soon I could tell it was well into Thursday. I hadn't slept all night, my throat and ass were battered and sore, I didn't have any clothes, ID, wallet or phone and was completely dependent on John. Mike and his friends had all cum at least once and I was cleaning off some cock. I had been partying enough that I was up for anything. John arrived and came into the party room and said to me, "Let's go pig, you've got more cocks to service" and threw my mesh shorts at me. I slipped them on, thanked the guys, and followed John out to his car. The hot Florida mid-day sun warmed my naked shoulders and I laughed to myself how high I was and how slutty I felt on a random Thursday morning. I got in the car and put my sneakers and shirt on and John handed me my phone and told me to go online and put an ad out saying I'd be at the bathhouse all day taking all loads, anything goes. He also said he put the word out and knew at least two guys would be there to use me. As we drove to the bathhouse, John said "I've got rules for you, boy. I'm gonna drop you off at this bathhouse and you are going to do your best to service anyone. You are not allowed to cum, and you aren't allowed to rest. If you aren't servicing cock, you are on the move, looking to service cock." Further, he added, "And you are to eat all the cum that is deposited up your ass - in front of others, if possible. I'll be back at 6 P.M. to pick you up. Then I've got plans for you. By the way, what is your hotel room number?" As I answered John, it occurred to me I hadn't eaten or slept in more than 24 hours, but it also occurred to me I was still feeling the effects of partying, so it was not surprising I didn't feel hungry or tired. He handed me enough money to get in the club and my ID and I got out of the car and went into the club. I won't go into detail, but the bathhouse had a few people coming and going, enough to keep me busy all day. By the end of the day I was dragging, hungry, sore and tired. I managed to get a few loads and shit them out and eat them. At one point I actually did have to shit but fortunately my hole seemed to pass it pretty well without getting too shitty. The next couple of fucks after that still seemed to be pretty clean and free of shit stink. At 6pm, John pulled up and I got in his car and he said, "I heard you did good, pig slut." He handed me a butt plug and said, "Plug your hole with this, don't want you leaking all over." "You can thank me later but I was busy today making arrangements. We're gonna go over to your hotel room and you are going to entertain some guests." We got to the sleazy motel, the kind with walk up rooms from the parking lot and went up to my room. John had grabbed a bag from his car and opened it up and ordered me make sure I cleaned off the plug and ate all the cum out of my ass and then ordered me to clean out my hole. So I cleaned out and he told me to strip and lay stomach down, ass up, on the bed. After my hands and feet were secured, he put a blindfold on me and a ball gag in my mouth and pulled my dick and nuts below me and bound them up securely away from my body and exposed. Then I felt him writing something on my back that I learned later was "Pig" and "Anything goes." He found my bag and went through it. I hadnt packed much, another pair of shorts, bathing suit, a couple t shirts, jeans, razor and toothbrush. I hadnt had a chance to brush my teeth or shower or shave but he was tying me down to the bed anyway. I heard him gather up our stuff and he left. I laid on the bed with anticipation and it wasn't long before my first visitor came. I felt his hands feel my body and squeeze my package and my hardening dick. He climbed on me and slipped his hard dick in and fucked and unloaded. There must have been 7 guys but I lost track of time and count. Being in that position for hours and already tired, I slept a good portion of the time and even found myself waking up while a guy had already been fucking me for a while. Kind of embarrasing but I was exhausted. After a few hours, my balls were throbbing in their binding and getting cold and painful. John finally came back in and untied me and said, "Get a little rest pig? Hope so 'cause its 10pm and time to go back out. That's how its going to be for you. You'll be servicing men 24/7." As I got up off the bed I looked for my bag to brush my teeth. "Sir, can i brush my teeth and get a shower before we go?" I asked John but he answered gruffly, "Do you think a pig like you gets to shower or brush? Absolutely not. Better get used to filth because its only gonna get worse piggy. I don't give a shit what happens to you and the more I see you submit, the more I want to see you suffer." I swallowed hard and felt the start of a sore throat, maybe the start of an infection. Normally i would gargle to get rid of it but knew that was not an option with John. He added, "You are a real slut pig that I plan to see get used up this week. Its only Thursday and i got your ass for more than a week yet.You are gonna be so depraved and disgusting you'll be wishing you never met me." I knew he was right, but I was loving the attention, being used. John was ready to go. Fortunately he untied my balls but only to be replaced with a rubber cock ring. I put my jockstrap on over it and the same muscle shirt and light colored mesh shorts I had been wearing the previous day.he gave me two gatorades and told me to drink half of each, one had already been opeend and had a funny taste. We walked down to his car and he drove towards the leather bar, also in a crappy neighborhood. A few blocks from the bar, he stopped the car and told me to leave my wallet and phone and just take my cash and I was to walk to the bar from here. He gave me diretions and added, "Don't forget slut, you can't turn anyone down. And a new rule. If anyone cums but doesnt cum up your ass, you are to gather it up and stuff it up your cunt." Ah fuck, I thought! I had $80 on me at almost 11pm on a shady part of town dressed in a practically see-thru pair of mesh shorts and a muscle shirt cut low on the sides. I got out of the car, my cock pushing prominently through the front of my shorts and John drove off. I started walking in the direction of the bar and it wasn't long before a guy stopped me. He was a tall black or black and hispanic mixed guy and pretty young, maybe 18 but not more than 20. He told me to follow him and I walked behind him as he led me behind a building. "Suck my dick, faggot" he growled at me, so i got on my knees and opened his pants and pulled out his hardening, thick monster of a dick. While I was working over his dick, he was texting on his phone. Soon we were joined by another guy, who said, "Strip" so I pulled off all my clothes and kneeled in front of the first guy and continued to suck his dick. The second guy, an older black guy pulled on my hips so i stoop up while sucking and he spit on his dick and started fucking my hole. My sore and abused hole was getting battered again and this guy's thick cock would normally be causing me some serious pain but I zoned out and didnt care. Then they spun me around so I could blow the 2nd guy and the frst guy could fuck me.Soon they both came, one in my mouth, and the other in my ass and walked away wihout saying a word to me. I remembered John's new directive and spit the cum out into my hand and worked it up my hole. I picked up my clothes and put them back on and continued on the sidewalk. I walked for 10 minutes before a car circled around and a kid said to me quietly from an old Buick, "Hey. Hey come here." So i approached his car and he said, "Get in." When I opened the squeky car it was another 18 to 20ish black guy. He pulled out his dick as we pulled away and I went down to his crotch and sucked him. He pulled into a parking lot and he unloaded a nice hot load into my mouth. I looked at him sheepishly and gathered the cum up into my hand and reached between my legs and stuffed his cum up my ass. He said, "Oh you are a pig slut, huh?" "Whats your number, I could use a slut like you." I gave it to him and he ordered me out of his car and I continued towards the bar while he took off. It was almost midnight by the time I got to the bar and found John. I filled him in on my walk and I downed a couple beers. Having no food and an empty stomach, the beer went right to my head. John ordered me to take my shirt off which I promptly lost track of while we wandered around the bar. He knew some of the guys there and we chatted with a few. He talked about me to other guys, explaining what a slut I was. One of the other guys, Bill was telling John how much he wanted to see me in pain. John agreed that it was soon time for me to suffer. John said to me, "Bill here is a pretty extreme top, I think it might be best to wait until sunday or monday until you serve him, I want you able to service men for now. Bill will put you out of commission for a while." And Bill laughed and added, "And possibly even permanently out of commission." They both laughed andmy dick hardened but didnt get a chance to ask before someone else walked up and the conversation changed. John made me down a couple more drinks and we headed to the sex club. This time John ordered me naked and guided me around and decided who he wanted to offer my services to while making it known i would do anything. He picked out the biggest cocks without regard to age or race or status and the place was pretty busy with probably a hundred guys so from 1am to 4am I was fucked in various positions and on my knees servcing dozens of cocks. A couple of times we walked by a sling and he ordered me in and brutalized my hole with his fist and cocks and fingers and fists made there way into my hole as people gathered around to see me get used. I gathered that John was arranging for my "after hours" activities as I serviced guys. I heard disussions about me but couldnt tell what the points of the negotiations were. But I knew the club would empty out again around 4am and I'd be servicing men somewhere. At the very least, I'd be ordered back to the bathhouse. But it seemed John was talking at length with a particularly mean looking top in leather. My first hint at what was to come. More to come in another part...

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

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-

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.

Answered an ad on cl of a guy looking to be bred in his garage. There was a lot of back and forth emailing and I started to think the guy wasn't serious. Eventually he sends the address. Sure enough I go over, duck under the garage door, and he immediately goes for my cock. He sucks it a bit before I fuck him up against a counter. After a while he lays a towel on the ground and I continue to fuck him. I dumped a load in him and continued fucking him until I dumped another load.

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.

i fucking love it raw, the guy i was with i asked once what would he have done if i had made him pull out, he said ''id handcuff you facedown on the bed and drop several loads in you :-)

Last Sunday a friend invited me to a toga party. It was near a university. He said these are fun and I might like it. Rules are all sex is bareback. Expect a number of guys to cum in your ass. Since it a mix of male and female ,the female are advised that a number of guys will cum inside of them. Take birth control measure. We got there at 9pm. When we entered we had to strip naked and put on this toga or sheet. We did that and entered. There were two floors and it was crowded. I went to the bar and had a beer. I was standing when a young twink came up behind me. He lifted up the back of my toga and proceeded to shove his dick in me. After a few minutes he wiispered he was going to cum. He proceed to go deep inside and shoot his load. He pulled out and another twink went right in. He also came inside me. After that I went upstairs. This hot young girl started to blow me. She then lifted up her toga and spread her legs.i shoved mu dick in her and could feel I was not the first. I came in her pussy. All total I took six loads in my ass and fucked two girls. Nice party

'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 4 Tony was much more gentle with me then I had been with the blonde who was taking yet another cock in the sling next to me. He slid his cock slowly but steadily in and out my hole making sure I felt every inch sliding through my recently virginal hole occasionally flexing his did as it reached one of the extremes causing me to whimper like a bitch in heat. My hole burned as it stretched to accommodate his cock but there was pleasure there too, and a hunger that could not be denied; and as he slowly built up the pace the pain ebbed away and all that was left was the pleasure. “For a total top boy, you’re sure handling my cock well for your first time.” “Thank you.” “But now it’s time for the real fucking.” He grabbed hold of the chains for the sling and slammed his cock balls deep into me. I cried out in lust and joy. From my left I heard the blonde boy giggle and call some sort of encouragement to Tony even as he was being emailed on another cock. I looked up into the mirror above me and saw Tony’s fat cock vanishing into my hole over and over again my sphincter clinging to his cock as he pulled out. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, I wanted him to never stop. I had been horny before but this was different, being horny is being in need of a release this was a hunger a hunger for something I had never craved before: cum. “Fuck me, oh Jesus fuck me,” I cried as his cock hammered in and out of my hole. Sweat dripped from Tony’s muscular hair covered torso on to mine and I felt my eyes rolling in to the back of my head. “You ready for my load boy?” “Yes, fill my hole with your cum!” “Good answer.” Tony sank his cock balls deep in me once more and held fast to my hips as he grunted and his cock bucked inside of me spraying his load all over my guts. I could feel his cock pumping inside of me emptying his balls. My hole was flooded with a magical warmth that I never wanted to be without again. I was no longer a top, hell I wasn’t sure in that moment that I was even versatile, for that night at least I was a bottom. As he slid his cock from my hole my mind was consumed with one though: I need more cock. Four thick fingers were quickly slid into my hole, replacing Tony’s cock. He smiled as he twisted them around in my now wide-open hole. “ How do you feel boy?” “Amazing.” “How does your hole feel?” “I never thought it could feel this good.” “And my load?” “Perfect.” “You want more cock don’t you boy? You want to spend the night like this little bitch take load after load in your stretched out cunt?” “Yes.” “Right answer. He Chris, wanna try out my new fuck hole?”

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

Part 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.

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