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Part 3: How to Stop? It was all kinda surreal. Sean left rather quickly after he filled my ass with his aids-filled cum. I was still trying to make sense of all of the contradictory feelings I had. Reality started to seep in. I might have gotten aids. The only thing I specifically remember him saying to me was "if you want more, you know what to text me." I couldn't believe what I just did. I showered vigorously after that, and tried to wash out my hole. Despite my efforts, I saw no evidence of his cum leaving me. Fuck, he must have been deep in me? I felt that wave of panic again as i considered the thought. In a last effort to find and perhaps remove any cum, I let my soapy fingers probe my hole some more. I tried to block out the words echoing in my brain "I wanna get aids." I tried to reconcile how I could have knowingly let a guy with hiv fuck me. It made no sense! And neither did the hard-on that grew as I probed my hole. What's going on here?! Intense memories of his recent dicking danced in my head. I tried to ignore them, but my dick was suddenly at full attention. As the water was trying to wash the last bit of sweat off me, I found myself stroking my dick as my left hand was fingering my own hole. There it was again, that odd and indescribable sensation. A longing? Maybe he was just a good fuck. It didn't matter. Sean was hot. It's not wrong to jack off thinking about a good fuck. I figured I'd just rub one out and be done with it. I couldn't forget his words "I'm giving you aids" as I jacked my cock. Why was I so turned on? His message replayed over and over as tugged at my member. It was only a few seconds before my orgasm arrived, almost without warning. And, oddly enough I found myself blurting out "i wanna get aids!" even as I found myself disgusted by the thought. In the days that followed, I tried to put Sean out of my mind. But, at least once a day or night, I'd find myself thinking about him and how good it felt and how I never felt like that before. After a week, I decided things couldn't get worse. I mean I let a guy with HIV fuck me and cum in me. And not just a gentle fuck, it was a serious pounding. I couldn't imagine being anything but poz now. Why not reach out to him? And so I found the courage to text him. He didn't respond to my "hey sup?" messages or my less-inhibited "let's fuck" invitation. I then knew what he wanted to hear. It was much easier to text it than to say it: i wanna get aids. When my phone vibrated with his quick response, I nearly jumped. "when?" was Sean's response. My heart raced. Could I do this again? I took a shot of vodka. I needed to calm down and think straight. One shot became two, then three, just ten minutes later. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. What do I really want? I glanced down at my phone again. The warm Vodka-induced sensation in my chest had a calming effect, I guess you could say because it was much easier to text my reply: NOW! Despite feeling somewhat calmer, the vibration from his response still startled me a bit. "Be there in ten," Sean replied. I kinda forgot how small Lansing Michigan was until he sent me that text. The one that followed brought me a bit closer to reality, "lube your hole well. i want quick entry." I realized that I wanted to take his beautiful cock into my mouth and so I tapped back, "i can't wait to suck your dick this time." And it was then that I noticed my massive boner fighting its way up through my briefs. His response was one part disappointing and one-part exciting. "no head, I want every drop of my poz cum in ur ass, even pre-cum." Oh shit, what was I going to do?

They were a perfect match, Benji and Brodi. The Baxter twins. Most identical twins try to differentiate themselves from each other, but not Benji and Brodi. They both had light red hair cut straight just above their bright sky blue eyes. Button noses perched above full, pink, pouty lips that created dimples when they smiled. And their skin was a creamy smooth paleness that covered their petite, slender, 5'7" frames. I had spent many times over the last couple of years jerking off while secretly watching the boys next door. This summer would be different. The boys were 18 now and had just graduated from high school. Just ripe for the picking. Their parents had left for the summer on an extended European vacation, leaving the twins home alone. And you know the trouble teenage boys can get into when left alone. And I was more than willing to help. My name is Dax. I'm a youthful 45 with thick, dark hair, brown eyes, and plenty of hair covering my muscular, 6' frame. Perfect Daddy material. My crowning glory was my thick, 8 inch cock with a bulbous head and huge veins running up and down it. It looked like an angry monster when hard. Perfect to breed some sweet boy ass. I didn't waste time starting my plan in motion. It started simply enough. First by inviting the boys over for beers and a movie one night, which they readily accepted. What boy wouldn't want to drink like a man? I made sure not to run the air condition so the house was a little warm, and I was just in my underwear. I also made sure to wear a pair of boxers that would gape open "accidentally" while we were chillin. After the first beer the boys shed their shirts and just sat around in their shorts while we watched an Adam Sandler movie. I had to try not to get erect staring at their smooth chests with large, pink nipples. After all, I didn't want to rush too fast and scare them off. I wanted them to trust me before I changed their world forever. A couple nights later we had movie night again. This time I wore a pair of white boxer breifs that outlined my cock perfectly. The boys took off their shirts right away and settled down with their "cool" neighbor with beer in hand. That night we watched a movie with lots of nudity and sex, and I started to up the ante and brought out my bong. "Wanna get stoned boy's?" I casually asked. "Fuck yea!" exclaimed Brodi. He was the more alpha of the two. "You are the coolest, dude!" I packed a nice fat bowl and we passed it around. As soon as it was gone, I packed another one. The weed and more beer had the boys loose and giggly. We got the munchies and pigged out on pizza and junk food while we put in another movie and bullshitted. Of course it didn't take long for the conversation to turn to sex. They already knew I was gay, and that didn't bother them. Kids these days aren't as freaked out by it, they all know gay people. I learned more about them that night. Neither of them were virgins, but had only each fucked one girl. The interesting thing was they lost their virginity together, in the same room, at the same time. It made me wonder what else the boys had done together. We smoked more weed and we were all as high as fuck. The boys started asking me all kinds of questions about gay sex. What was it like to suck a cock, or fuck an ass, or take it up the ass. I answered all their questions honestly, thinking how easy this would eventually be. All the talk about sex made the boys get hardons that they tried to discreetly adjust in their shorts. I decided to move just a little quicker than planned. Standing up, my own hard cock clearly outlined in my breifs, I popped in a porno. I made sure it was a bi porn for the first time. And I passed the bong around again. The boy's eyes were glued to the movie and they gently rubbed their groins. I just took my hard cock out and started jacking it. "Don't be shy boys. I don't know about you, but pot gets me fuckin horny! You don't have to be embarrassed about jerking off. It's natural, we all do it." "We're not embarrassed," said Brodi, pulling out his dick, "we jack off all the time. Kind of hard to hide when you share a room." Benji's eyes were just glued to my throbbing cock as he pulled his own dick out, not saying a word. Brodi's eyes were glued to the hot action on the screen. I was amazed how quickly I got these two sexy boys to pull out their teen cocks. And such pretty cocks, identical to each other, just like the rest of them. They were uncircumcised, about 6 inches, and leaked lots of precum. So sexy! I decided to push things further. "Have you ever jacked each other off?" I asked. "Yea," Brodi answered. "Its awesome to have another hand on your dick." "Yea it is," I said, "have you had a blowjob?" "No," said Brodi, "those chicks wouldn't suck us." "Pity," I said, lust taking over my mind, "they don't know what they're missing!" With that said, I bent down and engulfed Benji's cock, since he was next to me. He just gasped in surprise and pleasure as I expertly deep throated him. I furiously sucked him in and out, using all my best tricks, and very soon he erupted in my mouth, feeding me a big load of 18 year old cum. As Benji layed there in a state of extasy, I quickly dove on his brothers cock. Brodi was of course expecting this, and grabbed the back of my head, pumping his dick down my throat. "Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good dude! Oh my God! That's so much better than those chicks we fucked!" He too was soon pumping a hot load down my throat, mixing his twins sperm down in my belly. I pulled off and sat back, furiously jerking my own cock. Just as I was about to cum, I got the surprise of the night as Benji just leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. Oh god it was so sweet feeding that boy my load, and he did his best to swallow it down like I did. His brother just watched in amazement as Benji ate my cum. As we lay in a post orgasm haze, I half expected the boys to leave in embarrassment. But they just stayed, their spent dick hanging limp. I passed another bowl around, knowing our next meeting would be their true turning point.

I met a guy on gayromeo a few weeks ago, but never had time to hook up, although he mentioned his address in one of our conversations, so I knew he was living in downtown Amsterdam. I was on my way to meet a friend in the city for dinner, but I was early and my friend was late, so I decided to tease gayromeo guy a bit and send him a message with my location, which I knew was about 100 meters from his house. Within a minute he asked me what I was doing there and If I wanted to drop by. I told him I could only stop by to say hello, as I expected to meet-up with my friend in about ten minutes.. So I went to this guy's house, which was only about a minute's walk away. He buzzed me in and we formally introduced ourselves. I knew from our earlier exchanges that he was in his early forties, had a big dick, was good looking, vers/top, but he far exceeded my expectations: in fact he was exceptionally handsome. I repeated my apology, explaining I didn't have time to do anything, to which he replied "That's okay," as we exchanged a couple of kisses. My dick grew instantly, as did his dick, so of course we felt each other up, and as I wanted to see his dick, I undid his trousers, even as he undid mine, but he beat me to the punch and started sucking me. After a minute or so, I withdrew from his mouth and went down on him. We ended-up cycling on and off of each other several times, but at some point I sighed, stood-up, and said "I definitely must get going, my friend will be at the restaurant any minute now," adding "which sucks, 'cause I really would like to feel your cock in my ass." With that I turned around, presenting my butt for his inspection, just to tease him, but as I did so, I reached behind myself, took hold of his dick, and rubbed his cockhead up and down my ass crack. Fortunately, although I had not actually prepped to get fucked, I was clean. And the guy, without the use of any lube, slid right into my hole, sliding in balls-deep. He made no bones of it, but just fucked me right then and there, taking only about a minute before we both blew our loads, my load blowing against the wall, as he blew his load into my ass. He withdrew, I sucked him clean, pulled up my trousers, (which had never made it past my ankles), we exchanged our a goodbye and I left, his cum deep inside my ass. I walked to the restaurant, and upon arriving, was relieved to learn my friend hadn't yet arrived. The entire exchange with the gayromeo guy, walking to his place, getting fucked, and back to the restaurant, took less then ten minutes, but it was incredibly sleazy and hot. When my friend arrived he apologized for being late. Oh, if only he knew how well I had used the time.

I am a college dude who has been through a lot sexually, so I am just posting things i have done before and experiences that still make me cum to this day. The first time I decided to fuck a guy, and i say that because i was used when i was really young, was when i was just legal. But I remember that day so well, i was helping my cousin clean because he worked at a hair salon. He needed it clean for the week so i helped him that night. It was a Sunday evening and i lived with my grandparents at the time in a 2 bedroom house with the two rooms next to each other. I was just starting to experiment with my sexuality and decided that craigslist was a great place to find a dude who might be interested. I mean at the time i thought who would go for a young naive boy begging to be fucked. I havent had sex at all since the indecent that happened at a young age. So i start emailing guys who i thought maybe would respond. I even sent my nudies out to who ever asked. I had a picture of my shaved dick, and a picture of the wooden plunger we had in the bathroom stuck up my ass. I didnt care what fucked me i was just a horny little teen, So a guy who was in his mid twenties emailed me back and he had a massive dick. He send me a pic of it and it was the width of a redbull can and at least 9" if not bigger. He asked if i could host but at the time i didnt understand what he meant. So i said yeah, and figured it was my address. i was still not home though. Eventually he kept blowing up my phone to see if we were still meeting up. I was so nervous because i didnt know how to bring him in my room without waking up anybody. I decided i didnt care so i just let him in and came into the room. He was a lean dude but average around the waist nothing special, until he tool out his dick and made me suck it to the base. I told him he needed to stay quiet but he didnt care he just kept forcing my head all the way down and i kept gaging. The adrenaline was intense because he gave me no chance to breathe, i enjoyed his dominance. He then flipped me over and began eating out my ass. i have never felt a better and more intense euphoria in my life so i gave up my little boy cunt up like nothing. I began to talk dirty and telling him anything he wanted to hear. He gets up and sticks his dick back in my mouth, he then told me that if its not wet enough its only gonna hurt more so suck it up. At that point he grabbed my head and stuck his dick past my gag reflex and deep in my through. He kept it there for a while and i thought i was gonna die of asphyxiation, i even squirmed. He took his dick out and put me on all fours. His dick was wet with slobber and i didnt care anymore. He took the tip and began playing with my hole, at that moment i knew he wasnt gonna use a rubber, and i felt a rush of ecstasy with that thought. I just wanted him to fuck me. I looked at him back and then he Ramed his dick in, oh how i wanted to scream hard! i knew i couldnt scream and so did he because people were sleeping. But boy did it hurt, he just kept going all the way in and all the way out. I swear i felt a small tear inside but i didnt care. i wanted to feel owned. I just rememeber he kept fucking harder and harder, slapping my head from behind. He told me boys are meant to be on all fours and that i will remember that. Then all i felt right after was something running down my leg and ass, even though he hadnt pulled out yet. I knew he came in me, and it was a lot because once he pulled out there was a puddle of cum visible right where my ass was. He pushed me back on all fours and told me not to spill his cum from my ass. then he left. I stayed with my ass up all night playing with his cum as lube. I knew then that i was a corrupt little boy.

I've lived in Las Vegas for nearly 20 years. For a sex pig like me there's no better place on earth to live than here in Sin City. We have dozens of ABS's with very active video arcades and xxx theaters scattered throughout the valley, as well as two bathhouses. So, I'm normally able to satisfy my lust for cock and cum at one or another of these establishments, but, sometimes I'm just in the mood to be a total cumslut. On such an occasion I usually will check into a cheap motel/hotel hear the strip hotels, post on craigslist and some of the other gay porn sites, announcing that I'm there and hosting. And hopefully get some hot, anonymous loads as a consequence. I did just that a few weeks ago. I got a cheap room at a rather sleazy hotel that was just across the freeway from one of the busiest area of the Las Vegas Strip. So, it has quick access for the locals to reach from the freeway. And tourists staying on the south end of the strip can also easily reach my hotel, with or without a car. This hotel has free, easy parking right near the rooms. So, if the guy has a car, he can drive up, load my ass and he's back in his car and home to his wife very quickly. A definite advantage for the local guy, versus his trying to get in and out of one of the huge strip hotels. This particular hotel also has a huge truck parking area for the overnight parking of semi trucks, with shower facilities for the drivers. So, each night, close to 100+ big rigs are parked next door to the hotel. Making it an easy spot for those horny 18 wheelers to get their rocks off. I checked into this hotel around 9pm. I quickly posted ads on Craigslist and some other web sites, including BBRT. Then I got my room set up. Placing lube, poppers and tissues on both night stands and the desk. So that lube and poppers would be close at hand for the guys. I also placed some condoms in the drawers of both nightstands, just in case a guy insisted on using them. But, my intension was to take raw cock and loads. I didn't want the condoms in sight, making the guys think I preferred covered. Cause I didn't. I want it raw. I douched and showered, then checked to see if I had any hits from my internet posts. Sure enough, I had several replies from my Craigslist ad. As well as several replies from my BBRT, Manhunt, A4A and Squirt posts. I quickly replied to them all. Giving them my hotel address and room number. I told each of the guys that the door would be unlocked. I'd be ass up, face down in the darkened room. And that my hole was at their disposal. I took the plastic 'do not disturb' sign and using duct tape, I taped it across the door lock. Making it so that all they had to do was push on the door to enter my room. I rechecked my computer to see if there were more replies. There were several more, so I quickly replied to them with the same info, informing them of the same instructions. One of the replies was from a trucker that was parked next door. He said he'd be over as soon as he got my room number. I turned off all the lights in the room. Leaving only a small night-light that I had brought, turned on in the bathroom. This gave the room just enough light that the guy could find me on the edge of the bed. But gave the darkness for a totally anonymous encounter. Then I lubed up my ass, grabbed one of the fresh bottle of poppers and assumed the position of ass up, face down on the edge of the bed, burying my face in the pillow and waited for the first guy to arrive. In just a couple of minutes, I heard the door push open and close. I took a couple of hits from the poppers as I heard him kick off his shoes, unzip and remove his pants. Then I felt his finger explore my asshole. Feeling that my ass was already lubed, he quickly put his already hard cock up to my hole. Rubbing his cockhead on it for a few moments, before finally pushing up inside me. I took another big sniff of poppers as he started to slide in and out of me. He'd pull nearly all the way out of me, then slam deep up inside me with each thrust. He felt like he had 6 or 7 inches. But not overly thick. But he did have a large, mushroom cockhead. I was really loving the feel of his cockhead as it almost pulled out, but then plunged back into me, harder and deeper with each thrust. About 5 minutes into this, I heard the door open and close again. Clothes were being discarded and I heard this new guys footsteps as he moved to the opposite side of the bed. He picked up the bottle of poppers that I had left on that nightstand. I could hear him remove the lid and take a couple of hits from the bottle. I then felt him kneel on the bed in front of me. For the first time I lifted my head from the pillow and could see the dim view of this second guys cock right in front of me. I pulled myself up and he slid his cock into my mouth. I was in heaven. This is just what I wanted. A cock in my ass and one in my mouth at the same time. The trucker in my ass was obviously turned on by having another horny guy using me. The trucker really started to pound my hole even harder. He was grunting now as he slammed into me. He grabbed me around my waist and slammed one last time into me. Letting out a load groan as he held his cock deep inside me and filled my gut with his load. Then he pulled out. I heard him tell the guy in my mouth to change positions with him. The guy in my mouth pulled out and the exchange was made. I now had the truckers cum covered cock in my mouth. While the 2nd guy was slipping his cock up inside me. Once my mouth had cleaned off the trucker's cock and he had softened, he pulled out and dressed. Leaving my room as the 2nd guy continued to fuck me. The 2nd guy didn't take long to reach his own orgasm. He also let out a loud groan. Slammed deep inside me and fed my ass it's 2nd load of the night. He pulled out. I heard him wiping his cock off with the tissues and put his pants back on and left. I wondered if any of the other guys would actually show up? You never know with internet hookups. But I didn't need to worry. Just a few minutes later, I heard a soft knock on my door and heard the door open and close once again. The guy said, "Word's out in the trucker's shower that there's a hot hole needing some dick". "You've found it. Do you want sloppy 3rds?" I said. I heard him unzip and he pressed his already hard cock to my hole. He wasted no time in pushing up into me and quickly beginning to pump. His cock felt much longer and thicker than the other two guys. I could feel his cold zipper grind against my ass cheeks as he pumped into me. Thankfully, the other two guys had loosened my ass up a bit. But I still needed to take a deep hit of poppers to be able to take this big, thick one all the way inside me. Then the door opened again. The familiar sounds of clothes being removed was heard. Then the door opened again. There were now 3 guys in my room. Yeah..!!! This is what I wanted. The horny trucker fucked me for a few minutes, then I heard one of the guys say, "Let me try that ass. The trucker's cock slid out. And another cock slipped up in me. I head the trucker and the other guy stroking their cocks as they watched this 2nd guy fuck me. A few minutes later, the 3rd guy, in a thick Mexican accent said "My turn". Again, one cock slid out of me and the Latino guy slid up into me. For the next half hour or more, it was a steady rotation of these 3 cocks taking turns, tagging my hole. One by one these 3 guys would finally reach the point where they couldn't hold off any longer. And would fill my ass with their loads. Each would cum. Clean their cocks off and leave. Finally as the last of these guys left, the latino, I collapsed onto the bed, my legs trembling from being in that kneeling position on the edge of the bed so long. I finally got up to check messages on my computer again. Of the 8 initial replies that I got, 5 had already shown up and fucked me. A pretty good turn out, I felt. There were 8 new replies. So I quickly replied to them as well. Then stepped into the bathroom to take a piss. Just as I stepped back into the bedroom area, I saw the door open again. From the light coming in from the parking lot, I could faintly see a very tall, muscular black man in his late 40's stepping into my room. "You the faggot that needs to be fucked?" he said. "Yup", I said as I stepped towards him. He was unzipping as I grabbed my poppers and took a hit. "Suck it, Fag", he said as he took the poppers from my hand and took a hit. I knelt in front of him and undid his belt and unzipped his fly. He handed the bottle back to me as I leaned forward and took his ample, but flaccid dick into my mouth. "You like str8, black dick, Fag?" "Umm hum" I moaned as his cock was filling my mouth. I fondled his low hanging balls as his cock began to harden in my mouth. He quickly grew to about 8 inches of rock hard dick. "Eat my ass, Fag", he said as he pulled his now hard cock from my mouth and turned around. Lowering his jeans to the floor, he leaned over the bed and showed his ass to me. I put my face up to his crack and took a whiff of the manscent of his hole. Then spread his ass cheeks and licked his puckered hole. His moan let me know he was liking it. I licked and poked his hole for several minutes with my tongue. Then he stood, told me to get on the bed, as he stripped completely. He took the bottle of lube I had on the night stand and squeezed some onto his cock. His 8 or more inches were rock hard and very thick. Even though my ass was well lubed with the 5 loads I already had in me, I asked him to lube me up. I was going to need all the lube I could get to accommodate his bbc. As he lubed me, I took another hit of poppers. He climbed up behind me on the bed, and pushed his bbc deep inside me in one quick motion. It was so large, I let out a gasp in pain. "Am I hurting you, you little whore?" he said as he continued to slam into me. I didn't reply, but just took another hit of poppers. This big, muscular black stud was really getting into my ass. He was making a very loud smacking sound as his cock slammed repeatedly into me. His thrusts were so hard, that I was grunting as the breath escaped me with his pounding. "Fuckin' whore", "Fuckin' pig", he'd grunt as he pounded my ass. Finally, after about 10 minutes of steady assault, he slammed deep inside and growled as he unloaded in me. I could feel his bbc throbbing as he emptied his balls into my ass. He pulled out of me with almost the sound of a plunger being pulled from a drain. "Nice piece of ass, queer boy. Good job", he said as he started to dress. I just laid there, collapsed on the bed, trying to catch my breath from that last anal assault. Perhaps 20 minutes went by, and I was thinking that perhaps that was going to be it for the evening. I'd taken 6 loads and really was feeling exhausted from that last hard fuck from the black guy. Just as I was thinking I should lock the door and go to bed, the door opened again. And this time two young guys entered. Both in their early 20's. Two good looking, buff and obviously a little drunk college age kids. I looked at the clock. It was a little after midnight. "You still up for dick? Ready to get two str8 guys?" one of the guys said. "He better be" the other guy said. "I didn't walk all the way here from Luxor, not to get my rocks off". "Hell, yeah. I'll do you", I replied, as they both took off their pants. One of the guys pulled his cell phone from his pants pockets and dialed, as the first guy started to rub my ass. "Get over here. Room 645. This guy's still taking loads. Bring Rick if he's with you". "Who were you talking to" I asked? "A couple of our buddies. You can service a few more str8 drunks, can't you?" he chuckled. "Fuck, yeah", I replied. The first guy slipped his cock up into me. As the 2nd guy moved his cock to my face. Once again, I had a cock in both ends. They took turns fucking my hole and mouth for about 15 mins. Then the door opened again, and their two buddies entered the room. I could hear some muffled laughter and whispering as the two new guys undressed. I was nervous with 4 young, slightly drunk, straight, strangers in my room. What if they decided to beat up this fag that was servicing them? But, I needn't have worried. They were just 4 horny, str8 college kids, out for a night on the town in Vegas and needing a hot hole to get them off. For the next hour the 4 kids took turns in my ass and mouth. 3 of them left their loads in my ass. And one of them came while I was sucking them. By the time they left, I had 9 loads in my ass. And one that had been fed to me, down my cock hungry throat. I was exhausted and thought I was ready to call it a night, when once again the door opened. In walked a young black kid in his mid 20's. "Hey, Daddy, I just walked over from the MGM. It's still hot outside. Mind if I take a quick shower before I fuck you" he asked? "Sure, I replied. He took off his clothes and stepped into the bathroom to shower. Once again the door opened. This time a kind of scruffy looking guy in his late 50's walks in. "You still fucking", he asked? "Yup", I replied. "Cool. I've been horny all day. Just drove my rig from San Diego. Could use a warm hole to unload in", he said as he undressed. I got onto my knees in front of him and took a whiff of his crotch. He was kink of funky smelling from his 7 hours on the road. But his manscent was like a sniff of poppers to me. Made me even hornier to bury my face in his hairy, sweaty crotch. I slipped this truckers 6", flaccid, uncut cock into my mouth and sucked on the foreskin. The taste of some day old precum was filling the folds of his foreskin. It tasted both sweet and funky at the same time. As I began to suck this trucker, his cock was hardening in my mouth. I heard the shower turn off, and the young black kid came back into the bedroom area. He had heard action in the bedroom and hadn't even bothered to towel dry. He was dripping wet as he stepped up next to the trucker. I could see his 8", rockhard, bbc standing straight up, just inches from my face. I moved my mouth to his young cock and sucked on it. Then I got up on the bed. Kneeling on the edge of it. My ass in the air. The young black kid bend down and licked my hole. "Damn!", he said. You've got a tasty, cum filled ass, Daddy"! As he slipped his tongue up inside me. He licked my hole for a few minutes, then stood up and slid his cock into me. The trucker knelt in front of me, then backed his ass up to my mouth. He spread his ass cheeks and told me to eat his hole. I licked his hole as he squirmed his ass on my face. The sight of this must have really turned the black kid on. He only fucked me for a few minutes before he slammed up into me and let out a groan. I could feel him convulse as he emptied his load into me. As he pulled out and dressed, the trucker moved behind me and slid himself into me. Likewise, it didn't take him long to fill my ass with another load. By the time these two guys left my room, I knew I couldn't take any more. My legs were shaking, and cum was dripping from my ass. I removed the duct tape from the door. Shut and locked it and laid down on the bed. I heard the door handle jiggle as I pulled the covers over myself. Then a knock on the door. I have no idea who was wanting to come in? But I just didn't have the energy for one more load. The clock on the bed stand said 2:30am. I woke up again at 3:15am to the sound of more knocking on my door. But, I rolled over and fell back to sleep. I'd reached my limit for the night. I didn't have the energy to take one more load. I woke up the next morning to find my mattress soaked with the cum of 11 loads of cum, that had leaked from my ass as I slept. As always, it can be hit or miss when I set up these cumwhore, hotel adventures. But this was one of the better ones. I was a little sore the next day. But well worth it. God, I love living in Las Vegas..!!!!

The more Steven smoke the mower he was working further down on my cock. I looked at him and asked how he like sucking my cock. As he took a moment to lick the shaft of my cock he answered that surprisingly he liked sucking my cock. That's when I told him how much I enjoyed it when I sucked my first cock. He went back to trying to get more of my 8"into his mouth but he couldn't figure out how to get it into his throat. I let him know I'd be glad to help him get it in deeper. I then placed my hand on the back of his head and as he went down I pushed his he'd further down until I felt my cock pop into his throat. The look on Steven's eyes was priceless as he leaned his ability to deep throat. After a couple times of my helping him, Steven was going down to the root on his own. He was concentrating and enjoying sucking my cock he never realized I had yet to suck his cock. I knew it wouldn't do any good since by now he was high enough that he wouldn't get hard. But I felt something for him and since it was part of my plan I looked at him and let him know that it was my turn to suck his cock. Steven stood up and sat I the couch as I moved between his legs. He was limp as a piece of spaghetti (and probably as small as a piece of macaroni). I took his little dick I my mouth and began to suck. He moaned in pleasure as I worked his tool but his dick didn't grow. I kept it up as he continued to hit the the pipe. I knew the drugs would have him losing track of time. After I had been sucking fir a good 10 to 15 minutes I looked up at Steven as I slowly stroked his limp dick telling him that I didn't think I was doing anything to help. Steven commented that even though he wasn't hard it was feeling really good. I knew I could take the next step in my plan, eating his virgin ass. I went back to licking his limp dick, down to his balls as I made my way to my target. I pushed his legs up so I had access to his hole while I quickly mentioned if he liked my mouth on his cock, he was going to love my tongue up his ass. I moved in swiftly and began tonguing his hole causing him to moan more than he did when I had his limp dick in my mouth. I kept up my assault on Steven's hole as he did everything he could to keep his composure. After enough time I knew he would be ready for more. l had been rimming his hole for a solid 20 minutes when I stopped. Steven looked down at me asking me to continue locking his ass. I knew what to say to him to get him primed to be fucked, but first he was going to have to take a needle to his arm. Unlike myself (a willing partier) Steven was going to have to be 'convinced' to be slammed. I told him my tongue was tired as I watched him suddenly stick his finger into his assault hole. At that point I knew that he was mine. I told Steven if he followed me into my bedroom he could get his hole filled again as I slowly made my way towards my bedroom door. Steven quickly stood up and followed me as I then told him to sit on my bed with his back against the headboard. Steven climbed on the bed naked and did as I directed. I pulled a could prepared points from my drawer, alcohol wipes, cotton balls and a tourniquet. A worried look was on Steven's face as I began to explain that what was I the syringe was the same that we had been smoking and if he liked the smoke he was going to love what he was about to experience. I then added, 'trust me bro'. That seemed to relax him as I tired the tourniquet on his arm, wiped a nice vein and explained what he was about to experience. I told him he'd feel the pinch of the needle, then I'd pull the plunger back getting a little bit of his blood to flash I the barrel making sure that I'm in the vein before I emptied it into his arm. When I pull the tourniquet off he'll feel something I'm the back of his throat and chest and then he'd cough out hard as his heart would begging to beat faster and he would feel the rush and euphoria of the drug. What I didn't tell him had I slipped the needle into his vein is that this needle had already been in my arm and since he didn't notice the slight pink tinge to the fluid he was about to get a hot needle (like all the points he was going to get over the next few days). After the point was emptied into his arm he had a look like he wanted to change his mind on doing this with his brother. After I pulled of the tourniquet Steven coughed out hard 3 times as his breathing increased. I revved his chest to comfort him and told him to just go with it and ride his rush. I then tired of my arm and administered my own slam. By the time I pulled the tourniquet off and coughed out I see that the look on Steven's eyes had changed from fear to one of lust. I climbed on the bed and on top of Steven without any trouble. Steven had become a very willing participant by this point. I leaned in kissing him forcing my tongue into his mouth. He didn't resist my kiss, he welcomed it and I could tell he was enjoying himself as I began to grind my hard cock into his soft dick. I didn't want to waste a lot of time and used a free hand to grab the lube on my night stand. I worked some into his hole and as I raised off of Steven I applied some lube to my cock. I resumed applying some lube to Steven's hole is I slipped a couple fingers inside his hole. That quickly increased to 3 fingers as I began to tease him with the penetration. When I pulled my fingers from Steven's hungry hole he looked up at me with pleading eyes. I asked him if his hole was feeling empty. He nodded 'yes' as I let him know that it would be filled again real soon as I hooked his legs under my arms and listed then to my shoulders. I then lined up my cock and slipped it inside is chemmed up hole. The look I Steven's eyes was better then what I had witnessed earlier. A slight moan escaped his mouth as my cock moved across his prostate and I bottomed out balls deep. I began to rock back and forth really easy as I new he'd be begging up have me pound him soon enough. And after he sero-converts he'll have some of my DNA in his blood and become my true blood brother.

A couple weeks after Travis took my virginity and bred my ass I got really sick. Travis told me I had the fuck flu and it would clear up in a couple of days and sure enough I was feeling a while lot better 4 days later. I had an idea of what had transpired with that first fuck, and the ones that closely followed. I had always noticed the biohazard tattoo Travis had on his right pec, but never really thought much about it until he took me to get mine. I started to do a little work for Travis selling to my friends. In time I became his best dealer. I was the only one working for him that knew where he lived. Travis had an old apartment that he used to deal out of and another one that be lived in regularly. I knew Travis would help with my plan, as long as he would get to breed Steven. I made sure to let Travis know that he would get Steven's ass to fuck after I've knocked him up. That brought a smile to my dealers face as I grabbed the Tina, some points and an smoke supply of GHB. The wedding came and after our parents left for their honeymoon. Steven had his spring break cumming up and he'd have a week and half off from school, just enough time to break him in and knock him up. During his last day of classes before his break began I prepared everything so that right after school I could put my plan into motion. When Steven got to my apartment after school I offered him a drink. He accepted as long as I didn't name it to string from him. I knew the taste of the G would make him think he had alcohol in with his coke. It was just enough to get him going to be open to hitting the pipe with his new bro. He downed his drink and I made him another before putting the pipe and crystal in clear view. I could tell Steven was open to suggestion as he picked up the pipe. It gave me the opening I was looking for as I asked him if he ever got high. He shook his head 'yes' as I asked him if he wanted to get high with his older brother. The G was definitely kicking in as Steven watched me light the touch and great the bowl of meth. I explained the process before sucking in my first hit. After I blew I nice cloud out I re-lit the touch heating the contents so Steven could take his first hit. I told him as the smoke began to swirl to put his lips to the stem and stuck in the smoke. Steven took in decent size (for his first time) before he blew out a smaller cloud than I had previously. I encouraged him to take a second hit and then a third, each one bigger then the one before. I took another hit after Steven's fished his third before he took a couple more on his own without my direction. Before I know it Steven was hitting it all on his own, he apparently was loving hitting the pipe. In between his he commented on how the Tina made him feel tingly all over. As we chatted I turned the conversation toward sex in order to get his blood flowing. I asked if he'd ever watched porn before to which he shook his head 'no'. I let Steven know that I had some great porn we could watch. Steven spoke his first word since we began hitting the pipe. As we watched the porn I asked him how many times he had gotten had from his 'girlfriend'. Steven bragged that she sucked his dick all the time. I egged him on asking if she swallowed his cum. He went on saying that she always swallows his cum. I knew he was lying, no girl likes to eat cum let alone suck cock. I then asked Steven about the first time he fucked her. His description of the events seemed a little far fetched I knew I could get him after a few more hits I the pipe. I definitely noticed a slight bulge in his crotch and hoped he'd swallow the bait. I asked if he'd ever done anything with another guy before. He stated to blush and wouldn't made eve contact with me. I led him where I wanted when I admitted that is jacked off with friends before, that that was innocent since we were both horny and watching some good porn like we were watching right now. Steven betrayed himself as he rubbed his hand over his crotch. I said in a suggestive way, 'damn I'm so fucking hard and horny, I need to stroke my cock'. With that I pulled out my hard cock and caught Steven looking at me as I slowly stroke my 8" bone. Steven took two more hits off the pipe before he joined me pushing his jeans and boxers down. He continued to hit the pipe (after I reloaded it) and as he did he began to get T-dick as he starred to get don't while I continued to free rock hard. He commented that he didn't know what why, the porn was great, as some bitch was getting her cunt fucked, when a second guy joined them presenting the bitch his cock to suck. After the bitch had had enough she left leaving the two guys alone. Both guys stroke there cocks looking at each other before the guy who has been fucking the bitch pushes the other one to his knees. The guy on his knees looked up at his more dominant counter part and began sucking cock. I looked over at Steven as his eyes never left the screen. After a few minutes of the action I made a comment that I heard that his give the best blow jobs. Steven looked at me then back at the TV as kept watching him trying to stroke his T-dick. After a couple minutes he asked me if that was true and if I had ever had a guy suck my dick. I knew he was about to be mine and let the drama build before I answered. I told him that I had to be honest with him and told him I've had guys suck my cock a few times. We sat there a few more minutes as the guys switched off positions sucking. Looking at hits shrinking cock as he continued to hit the pipe he asked me as he was hearing the bowl if I had ever suck a guys dick or every thought about driving a guys dick. I Answered him with a smile and said 'maybe'. He repeated my answer to me and told him I'd give him an honest answer if he is honest with me and asked him again about the sex he claimed to have had with his girlfriend. He hit the pipe again and as he blew the smoke out, looked at the ground and said no, he was still a virgin. I knew I had him right where I wanted him as I stood up, moved over to him, took the pipe and did a nice long hit before answering him with a yes that I've sucked a friend cock before. Steven looked up at me and let me know he really wanted to experience something more stimulating then his right hand as he asked that maybe if I'd suck his dick it would get hard again. He promised he'd return the favor and suck my dick after I was done sucking his dick. I let him know he'd have to suck mine first to show that he was serious about sucking my cock. I leaned in and brought my cock closer to his lips. I knew what was going through his head as he kicked his lips, closed his eyes and opened his mouth. As my cock entered his mouth I coaches him to watch his teeth as he closer his mouth around my 8 inches. Steven worked his mouth up and down my shaft as I coaches him on technique. I could tell with time he had the potential to be a good cock sucker.

Ever since I was young I knew that I liked men. Hairy chests were always a turn on for me and if the man had both tats and fur I couldn’t stop staring. In fact this combination is exactly what got me into trouble. You know how it is when one tries to steal a peek at a guy at the pool or at the club lockers. Checking out the guy's package, admiring his hairy body and then fantasizing about him later. Even when on Tumbler I was always found myself dreaming I would actually meet such a guy - one who would fuck me raw, making me his, and turning me into the pig I knew I was destined to become. Hell, I had just turned 19 and had never admitted this to anyone, but man, my hormones demanded I get it on with the right man. My parents belonged to the local country club and the membership included a club gym to which I had the right to utilize, and as I wanted the type of muscular frame that my ideal man would have, I resolved to work-out on a regular basis. And so I did. Over the course of time my arms grew somewhat, but I didn't really pack-on the muscles and, of no less annoyingly, my body was still as hairless as when I was a kid. Most of the time when I was in the gym, the place was virtually empty, even more so during the fall and winter months when the desk was not occupied in the afternoon. It always struck me as odd the gym would be open if there was no staff, but I suppose management concluded the members had paid quite a fee to belong to the country club, and members should, therefore, have 24 x 7 access to the gym, regardless of whether or not the place was staffed. One evening I had gone over to work out and as usual I started on the treadmill. As I was finishing up a guy I didn't recognize came into the gym. We exchanged nods, I continued on with my routine, and he went over to the weight area and started to work out. I could tell that he put time into his body: he had a perfect V frame, his arms were perfectly proportional, and I noticed he had several tats which, of course got me looking even more closely. One tattoo was of a pin up girl with the a skull face, and barbed wire wound around his bicep. Damn. Very, very nice. I tried not to stare. I really, really did try not to. I could be wrong, but I got the impression he glanced over at me a couple of times, I'm fairly sure he never registered when I was taking in the view. Anyhow, we both continued to work out that day. He finished-up before I did, and we parted ways. I looked for him on subsequent visits to the gym, but as I didn't see him, I thought to myself 'Well, at least I'll have some good jerk-off memories', which of course I did. Like any other teenager I didn’t give it another thought. A couple months later it was December, and, because Christmas was around the corner, only the fitness center and the restaurant were open at the club, and not surprisingly, the fitness center was virtually empty - except for me. Until today, that was, when I was over by the power rack, headphones on and lifting weights oblivious to the fact that not only was someone else in the room but he was standing right next to me. In fact I jumped slightly when I noticed him. "Sorry, man, do you need someone to spot you?" the newcomer asked. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention so I didn't notice you," trying discretely to check him out. I may have hoped he didn’t notice but I think he did. "Hi, I'm Jeff," he said. "Mike," I replied, thinking to myself 'Fuck would I like him to use me and bareback, of course'. I had been on sites like Breeding Zone and TIM Fuck Roulette and knew condoms were not in my future, EVER. I wanted to be bred and used raw. I wanted a hairy man with a big cock to wreck me for good. “Do you want me to help you?” he repeated. I stammered and asked him to repeat what he had just asked. He told me that he has seen me working out in here before and thought he could help me build some muscle. We chatted for a bit more, and then he gave me an assist with my workout that was amazing. It really makes a difference to exercise with someone who knows the drill. Afterwards we cleaned-up and dressed, and to my surprise Jeff suggested we grab a bite to eat, and somehow after that we ended up back at his apartment, ostensibly so he could give me some exercises to help my muscle growth. I know. Like everyone who is reading this story, I knew Jeff was going to fuck the shit out of me, AND HE DID! I am sorry it is taking me a bit to write this tale, but my cock bleeds every time I cum. I know that this is in the fiction section but I felt this was the best place to write this. You see, Jeff has kept me as his boy since we met last December. I have not seen my parents since Christmas of last year. It is now October of the following year and in that time he has taught me so much. I have learned I am a bottom and a PIG BOTTOM at that. I love having him fuck me and blow his seed up my willing hole. Jeff also allows his friends to use me but he insists they also must use me raw. You see, Jeff has taught me that if I wanted to look like him I needed to live his life. You guessed it: Jeff is HIV poz, and in fact is technically full blown, I figured that out when I saw the tat on Jeff's lower abdomen (right above his cut, eight inch cock, I might add). You know the tat. I might add Jeff has taught me how to build my muscles using steroids. I know they are bad for me but at this point it doesn’t matter and a shrunken cock doesn’t bother me. Let me know if you want to know more of what is happening to me

Yesterday, I was horny all day long. I hit up Grindr for several hours with no luck whatsoever, so I cleaned out, showered, and headed to Steamworks, hoping I'd finally be able to find some dick. Once there, I went in, paid for my locker, and got undressed. It was a Saturday night so the place was packed. With all the hot guys around me I instantly felt thoroughly aroused, so I decided to start by making the rounds, first the steam room, then the hot tub, trying to relax before starting the search for the dick that would be fucking me. I made a few laps, trying to take it all in. On my third lap I bumped into an incredibly sexy Spanish pup. We had instant chemistry so I dropped to my knees in the hallway and begun blowing him. He had a beautiful seven inch cut cock that filled my throat just perfectly. I saw him playing with his nipples so I started punching them while blowing him. This really got him turned on. After about ten minutes of blowing him, we both decided to take a break. He didn't want to cum yet and the night was still young for me. After an hour of fooling around with a couple of guys in the glory hole area, I ran back into my Spanish stud from earlier. We chatted a bit and then he pushed me against the wall and started making out with me. I was instantly aroused as I love it when the guy I'm with takes the dominant role. As we made out for the next twenty minutes or so, I again resumed working his nips, alternating between sucking his dick, chewing on/playing with his nipples, and kissing him. He was clearly very, very turned-on and when he asked me if I wanted to go back to his room I gave him an enthusiastic "Fuck yeah." Once inside his room, we were all over each other. I have to say, he was one of the best kissers I've ever met. After working each other up into a frenzy for several minutes, I asked "You wanna fuck me?" A sexy, sly smile appeared across his face, and he asked, "You're a bottom?" "I'll be whatever you want," I replied. He chuckled and responded "I"d love to fuck you." After we each disclosed we were neg and on PrEP, I told him he was welcome to bareback me. I could see his dick twitch when I made the offer, especially when he replied "Good. Because this load was either going down your throat or up your ass." He began fingering me and discovered I was already pre-lubed. He stood up and bent over me to kiss me. I felt his hard cock poking at my hole. I moaned as he kept teasing it with his erection while making out with me. Just when I thought I couldn't much more, I felt him start to slide that beautiful dick inside my hole. I let out a low, guttural moan. He asked, "Do you like my raw cock in you, baby?" "Yes!" I screamed in ecstasy. He took this as his cue to let loose and let me have it. He began fucking hard and deep, hitting all the right spots. After 15 minutes, he flipped me on all fours, never letting his dick leave my ass. He really started pounding me good. He pulled my head back by my hair, turned my head towards him to kiss me. After another ten minutes or so of deep thrusting into me, he pulled out and said "Flip over on your back again, I wanna to see your face when I cum inside your ass." He thrust back inside me and his pace continued to get quicker as he ferociously made out with me After a minute or so he asked "I'm about to cum. Do you still want my load?" Without a pause I replied "Fuck yeah. Fill me up, baby." He kissed me again and I could distinctly feel his cock throb as his load flooded my ass. He was one of the best fucks I've ever had. My only regret is I didn't get his name or number for a repeat performance. Damn.

Part 4 I looked over at Blayns' tight body dripping with sweat. I was insatiable. I needed to feel his hot flesh on mine, his tongue bathing every inch of my body, his nails digging into me to let me know that I was pleasing him. I pulled out the bag of Tina and was disappointed at the amount we had left. I knew I could get higher, nastier if I had more. Blayn looked over and saw my dismay. "Don't worry, I'm making a quick stop before I take you back to my place". In an instant my disappointment turned into a nervous excitement. I hope it has something to do with my reward. The sun was peaking over the horizon as we drove away from the unfamiliar driveway that I assumed belonged to a biker friend of Blayns. Seeing all the parked bikes made me think about all the men that must be in the house walking around in their leather. I wonder if they ever like to use party pigs like the one I had recently become. My hole throbbed at the thought of being passed around a group of hairy bikers, getting covered in spit, piss and cum. Maybe someday but right now I exist to serve my straight God. As we pulled up to Blayns house I noticed his driveway was empty. His roommate must have left for work, I thought. Getting my throat fucked in his garage was hot but I had dreamt of burying my face deep in his mattress while he buried his cock deep in me for so long. We hurried inside. I barely had enough time to close the front door before Blayn spun me around and jammed his tongue into my mouth. My body was on fire with sensation. His tongue wildly explored every inch of my mouth, his hard cock slid up and down between our soaking wet bodies and his hands tweaked my nipples. His grunts assured me that he was enjoying this new dynamic. He wanted to reward me for being such a good pig for him and I wasn't going to complain. He pulled down my shorts and grabbed my hard cock with a tight squeeze. Showing me that he was still my master, he led me , cock in hand, to his bedroom. He was naked in and instant and before I could think I hit my knees and started to kiss and lick every part of him that I could. After just a few seconds he grabs me by my throat and lets a long string of spit fall slowly from his mouth to mine which I savored in my mouth before swallowing. He pushes me back hard and I end up on my bare ass leaning against his bed awaiting instruction. Blayn grabbed the paper bag he got from his friends house and begins laying the contents out on his dresser directly in front of me, but I couldn't see what he was doing. "You know I love you, Blayn said calmly. "I trust you more than anyone, and tonight you showed me just how deep your devotion to me goes. The next couple of hours I want you to remember that I'm still your master, but I think you deserve the get something back for being such a good fuck hole and to be honest, this shit is making me wanna explore some new possibilities with you, the first of which will be our first slam." He turned around with two freshly prepared rigs on either side of his long erect cock. I was nervous but I trusted my master, so when the crystals were completely dissolved I tied off masters arm with a tourniquet and slowly pushed the liquid into his protruding vein. He coughed loudly 3 times before his eyes shot open, I could see the hunger in his eyes so I quickly tied off. I pushed the plunger down as soon as I saw the red cloud shoot up into the needle. after a small coughing fit I was suddenly aware that I had no cock in me, Blayn jumped up in a flash and pinned me down against his bed with my ass in the air. He lined up his big mushroom head against my cunt and pushed in with all of his force. The majority of the loads I had just received had slowly leaked out of my hole and down my leg but what was left aided Blayns assault on my hole. I let out a moan of pure ecstasy. He jack hammered my ass for about 30 mins like that. I could feel the walls of my hole ripping, his cock felt like it was in my stomach and I loved every second of it. finally he flipped me around and rammed my cock into his mouth. the change in sensation blew my mind and all i could do was whimper as I convulsed. he sat up and and looked at me with a wicked smile. "You really need to get that hole filled dont you slut?" he said in an almost sadistic whisper. I looked up at him and nodded furiously. "well you're about to get filled all the way up, piggy". with that, he left the room and returned with a can of crisco and I knew what was coming next. He greased up his fist and forearm before preparing my hole. He saw the scared look in my eyes and with a soothing voice he just said, " dont you worry boy, you'll love it" and started working his hand up hole. he was able to get 4 fingers in almost immediately, He closed his fist and I screamed as I felt my ass stretch wider than it ever had before. "You like that pig boy?" he yelled. "Yes Master!, I replied trying to open up more of my hole for him, "Please sir, just shove it in! I want all of you in me now!" I looked down in time to see his smile widen before his punched his fist into my hole. I was in heaven with my God. I never felt so whole. Master began fucking me with his big fist while deepthroating my hard, leaking cock. I dont know how much time passed when he pulled his arm out of my gaping hole. "You hold that pussy hole open and Im gonna shoot this fat load right in, you got that?" "Please sir, seed ME! I watched as he stroked his beautiful cock with his greased up hand. It wasnt long before every muscle in my Master's body tensed and I felt the hot ropes of his seed shooting right to the farthest wall of my hole. All I could do was thank him over and over again, but he wasnt done yet. He grabs my cock with the same hand and strokes my cock. After only two strokes I released and entire nights worth of cum hitting him in the chest and abs. We stayed like that for several minutes just taking it all in. Blayn would wipe some of my cum from his tight torso and feed it to me or get a little taste himself. finally he leans over and kisses me. "If you tell anyone about this I'll fucking kill you, he growled. My cock twitched. Blayn headed to the shower and I headed home thinking about this once in a lifetime experience. A week later I got a single text from Blayn: Get over here PIG. You got a long weekend ahead of you. Hope ya'll enjoyed this story. I'll try to get some more of Alex and Blayns adventures together posted on here soon.

I was spending a few days out in Palm Springs, working on my tan, relaxing around a pool and as always, was looking to see what action I could get into. A hot German bear couple, Hans and Fritz, were the first to check me out and I soon found myself lodged between the two sexy beasts. They were quite horny and I was more than happy to be their welcome boy to America. Hans and Fritz both seemed to be top as they were quick to grab at my crack, but there was no worry: I had plenty of stamina, and was very ready for the breeding to begin. A little too assured of myself, I saw one bear's aim his rock hard cock for my mouth. His cock was absolutely huge, thick like a beer can, which suggested the bear behind me was as huge, if not bigger! With just his body sweat and own dick juice he rammed the whole can up my ass in one thrust. Meanwhile the other bear plowed my mouth and throat as only a perv like me could accommodate. There I was, being ass-fucked and skull fucked simultaneously, my anal tissues in particular being stretched beyond any natural limits. Yeah, I was being barebacked as only Germans can do. The endless pumping and flesh in flesh friction made my ass burn as if on fire, but the hot, toxic load of the bear in my ass doused the inferno which had possessed my ass. Now broken in, I was ready for more. Naked, I made my way out of their room, so hot, horny and sticky with freshly shot spunk. I was so on the prowl for more cum. After a shower to freshen and relax my body I got a call from a trucker bud I had known for some time. Bob was hauling an empty rig back from Tuscon and wanted to see if we could meet up in Palm Springs. Bob was married with a family but he enjoyed ass with guys like me. His cock was long like a snake but was always ready to plow. He liked to buy you a drink or two before he had his way. Within an hour we met at a bar on Palm Canyon sitting at the bar Bob gave me a manly hug around the shoulder smile on his face and already had one strong drink in him. Bob was a Man! He looked, acted, sounded and even smelled like a real guy. He wore snug fitting levis that showed his goods a big belt and buckel, open collar shirt, black cowboy hat and black pinted toe cowboy boots. I want that man! Before too long Bob is happy, verbal and very hands-on me. Time to head back to motel room. more to come

I did my research and found a good piercing shop, Scorpio Body Art. It looked as if they not only provided safe piercings, but they also provided great tattoos. No appointment needed, and they were open on Sundays. Perfect. So on Sunday, my day off, I committed myself to going through with it and getting a piercing. I was gonna do it. I drove into downtown and finally saw the sign for Scorpio, but must have driven around the neighborhood a dozen times before I finally found a free parking spot about half a mile a way near the University. All the metered parking was taken, and the rest was permit only or blocked-out by a fire hydrant. Clearly I was still not used to this town. I just moved from St. Louis to Boston. I needed a fresh start since my life had changed unexpectedly: I had been devastated when I learned my boyfriend of almost five years had cheated on me. I'm a total bottom and he's vers. He would occasionally ask me to flip with him, but I couldn't do it. While I'd be rock hard as he pounded my hole (and, to be honest, a slight breeze up the back side of my shorts gave me a hard-on), topping was a different matter. It wasn't for the lack of trying or caring. I just couldn't top. No matter how hard I was, no sooner did I approach his ass than my cock would deflate. About six months ago, he stopped trying to get me to switch. I thought he finally accepted my role and was prepared to enjoy what we had, but apparently he found someone to scratch the itch I couldn't satisfy. HIs infidelity was made clear when routine blood work a month or so earlier had revealed I was HIV positive. So, I was making changes, and now I was gonna get my first piercings: my ears. I had noticed more and more guys with pierced ears, particularly here in Boston. It seemed like there were more who were pierced than who weren't: from ear studs to stretched lobes, the piercings look hot, and I was determined to also look hot. After ten minutes of walking, I finally saw the sign for Scorpio Body Arts. There was a bike chained to a street sign in the front, and a couple guys sitting in front of the falafel place next door, smoking and eating. I took a deep breath and walked in. Loud rock music filled the shop. "Welcome to Scorpio, how can we help you today?" A pudgy but pretty girl asked from behind the counter. She looked like the computer geek from NCIS. "Yes, I'd like to get my ears pierced today. It's my first time." "Oh, wonderful! We'll take good care of you. Here's a list of rates for piercings. Earlobes are forty for one, sixty-five for two. We can autoclave everything at once, and the price includes basic starter jewelry. Your piercer will help you chose pieces and answer any questions you may have, but first, I need you to fill out this form." Most of the information was basic: contact information, allergies, medications... and medical conditions. I had to lie. I couldn't say I had HIV. I can't say it. I can't write it. It's just too soon. Besides, the piercer will, regardless, be wearing gloves and be taking safety precautions. I finish the form, signed it and handed it back to the clerk. "I'll get the piercer. Please wait in the seating area, or you, if you want, you can browse the display of jewelry." I looked at the display of everything shiny that was on display, and was so immersed I was startled when a young man's voice broke my attention from the gemstone display. "You must be Dave. Come on in to the studio and we can get ready." I followed this young man into the room equipped for the piercing procedures. He closed the door behind us. The procedure room contained a doctor-style examination table, a few counters and a bunch of organizational cabinets. I sat on the table, trying to look relaxed. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He was two or three inches shorter than me, about five foot, five inches tall, with a compact muscular frame. He looked the part of a body artist, with, a couple piercings in his eyebrows, a few on his ears, a septum ring, his ears had rings 3/4" wide. A couple tattoos came up from his collarbones up his neck and had a sleeve tattoo. His hair was a cropped mohawk, I guess that's how one would describe it, very tightly buzzed on the sides and about an inch tall in the center in a strip about an inch and a half wide. He grinned brightly. He was missing one of his front teeth, but his puppy-soft brown eyes made it unnoticeable. "I'm Bryn. I'll be doing your piercing procedure today. So you want earlobe piercings? Any style that specifically interests you?" He watched me intently, he probably noticed I was watching him intently. "Like the captive rings. I think I want to stretch after a while, I think that might look hot." Bryn grinned at that. "Let me see what we can do." Bryn started looking for the right jewelry. "I like to start with a 14 gauge, 1/2 inch diameter..,." His fingers were walking through the small drawers. "I was away for a week and a half and the other piercer got everything mixed up." As he bent over to check some of the lower drawers, I admired the top of his lightly fuzzy crack that peeked from between his jeans and tee shirt. "What made you want to get pierced today?" "Well, a lot has changed. A bad breakup. I just moved to the area for a fresh start, and I want to do something for myself. I'm really just starting to get used to Boston. It took me half an hour to find parking!" "I hear you. I cycle in when the weather is good, I get to park right up front. Sorry about the breakup. It always sucks. My girl just dumped me too. All for the better. She turned into a nag. I was about to kick her to the curb, but she saved me the trouble." Bryn stood back up and smiled, "I found everything we need. We can change the color, and this size fits two sizes of beads," showing me the jewelry he had selected which was in the palm of his hand. "I kinda like the bigger balls." I said with a smirk as we made eye contact. "And I like blue... Or blurple! Let's do that." Bryn started to assemble the pieces, swiftly anodized the color and placed everything in a cartridge to autoclave. It took fifteen minutes, and as we waited he gave me the details of the procedure and aftercare. "If things get irritated, make some chamomile tea and place the teabags on the area. It can really help." "I've never been teabagged like that before." I replied, with an even more intent smirk. He caught my play, and returned my smirk. "There's room for a lot of firsts!" Bryn commented, and then asked "So, do you have any questions about the piercings at this point?" "Kinda. My ears can be a little sensitive. Do they get more sensitive as they stretch, like yours?" "I do feel them more. My girl actually was grossed out by them, so if you're wondering about that. I don't know. We got 12 more minutes. Would you want to feel my earlobes? You know. Strictly for a professional understanding?" My heart just jumped. This hottie, Bryn just asked me to feel his earlobes? I stood up and pretended to play cool. "I guess if I can help out some." And I slowly lifted my hand up his torso, making sure to feel his tummy and chest. He didn't have a six pack, but he did feel very solid. A brief brush against his pec felt very firm. I guided my fingers up to his ear and started to caress along the hoop. "No, silly. If we're going to find out, we gotta do for reals" Bryn sat his hand behind my neck and pulled me in to his right side and I started to kiss his neck and licked and nibbled to his ear. Bryn's breath seized and his whole body stiffened. He regained control and continued to guide my mouth around his ear. "I guess it did get more sensitive!" I started to pull away and we were both panting. We looked at each other and laughed. "Well, that's one ear, we need to see about the other!" I said brazenly. "Yeah, we do, but, I want to try it a little differently." He grabbed my hand and maneuvered me behind him. I took his cue and leaned over to start nibbling on the left side of his neck. He moaned in approval. I continued up his neck, and we started shifting around for more contact. I heard something fall, Bryn must have bumped into a box of supplies or something. Suddenly I feel Bryn's hand moving toward my jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them and started rubbing my dick through my briefs. I moaned and started sucking on his neck and ear even more aggressively. My left arm wrapped around him and my hand began to grope his solid belly. I opened my eyes and saw Bryn grab a lubricant, it looks like what he uses to slide tight jewelry in, and squeezed some into his hand. He managed to pull my briefs down and started to stroke my hardon behind his back. My right hand crawled up his side and I caressed his pec as he stroked me. Leaning down to nibble a chew on his ear was straining my neck so I spread my legs apart and pulled him in tighter. I started fucking his hand and we were moaning uncontrollably. Bryn squeezed more of that jewelry lubricant on his hand and continued to let me fuck his hand. He turned his head so we could kiss. His hand clamped down on my dick and sent me deeper into lust. I started pushing harder into him and I tightened my arms around him. He felt perfect, he fit in my arms, his waist and chest fit into me, it felt like we were perfectly pressed into one another. Where my pleasure ends and his began didn't matter, we were one. I started bucking into him, I was about to come. He could tell. With his left hand, Bryn pulled my head to kiss him as deep as I could, and suddenly I just released. I started to shoot the hardest load I have ever shot. Bryn was panting and leaned over the examining table. I looked down. At some point I slipped into him, I had started fucking Bryn. I was still inside him. I bred him. I didn't know what to think. That fuzzy muscular ass was wrapped around my dick. My cock twitched inside him twice and I felt a little more cum ooze into him. The autoclave beeped. It was done. Bryn reached down to pull his jeans back up and switched back into professional mode. "Well, as we said, lots of firsts! Never done that before. Now let's wash up and prepare to make you shiny!" Within five minutes, breathe and pinch, and I had new earrings! "Now, call or stop by if you have any problems!" I grabbed a pen and slip of paper from the counter and scribbled my number on it. "If you want to check up on me, just let me know, too." I winked at Bryn. He opened the door to the studio and let me out. "Will do!" He smirked back. I paid the receptionist and left a $30 tip. She smiled and said, "They look great, you're almost glowing!" "Thanks!" I said as I left Scorpio. Glowing for sure. Oh no. I lied on the paperwork.

Part 6 I lay on the cot in our room, my mind spinning, my asshole both hurting and still wanting more. Master sat in a chair, smoking a tobacco pipe and just looked at his new property. Master. I didn't even know his name. This man now owned me, fucked me up, and whored my ass out, and I had no idea who he was. All I knew was I was his property now. Just a little over 24 hours ago, I was the supreme being. Now here I was a chemed up fuckslut. A God like jock brought down to sub human levels. I was just a cumdump toilet, and I was loving it. Master took another little baggie out, and layed out 2 fat lines on the dirty floor. Handing me a straw, I snorted them both, causing a burning in my throat. But this was something different. Quickly a new sensation took over me. I just layed on the dirty floor and stared into space, unable to move. I was aware of my surroundings, yet felt like I was out of my body. "You're in a K hole boy. Just ride it out, it won't last long." What else could I do? I couldn't move. I just floated into outer space. After a while, I have no idea how long, I drifted back into my body, but still felt like a puddle. I felt Master doing something around my cock, then the prick of a needle. Soon I could feel my cock trying to get hard in the spiked cage. The spikes digging painfully into my flesh. But oddly, the pain just further excited me. Master then wrapped a band around my arm and soon I felt that prick again, followed by the most intense rush I've had yet, and a coughing fit. "That was a .5 slam bitch. Now you should be more than ready for the rest of the night. I told you, you're the main attraction tonight!" With that he grabbed my leash and led me down the hallway to a large room. A large crowd of men had assembled, waiting for me to arrive. I was made to stand up, and my wrists were placed in cuffs hanging from the ceiling. Ankle cuffs were also attached. Then the chain's attached were pulled apart, stretching my body out spread eagle, so I was hanging with only my toes touching the ground. WHACK!!! I screamed out in pain and shock at the sudden contact of a whip against my bare back. Quickly more and more were administered to my vulnerable body, back, shoulders, thighs, calves and ass. I wailed and spasmed in pain, jerking around as I hung there, unable to protect my naked body. For the first time, tears started flowing from my eyes. Over and over the whip attacked my body, till I burned from head to toe. Then the attacks started on my chest. The entire front of my body was whipped like my back had been. Up and down it hit me, leaving burning welts all over. My nipples were attacked extra hard as I threw my head back and howled. Finally, my balls were savagely attacked, causing such pain I thought I would pass out. But the drugs kept me concious. And my cock strained within it spiked prison. Finally, my body burning, covered in sweat, I was released from the chain's, and placed in a sling. I was quickly tied down and immobilized. Then Master approached me, lubing up his hand. With no effort, he rammed 4 fingers right in my sloppy cunt. I moaned as he pushed them around, in and out, stretching me further. Soon he added his thumb, pushing more and more against my sphincter. Someone tied a popper soaked rag around my nose, and I inhaled deeply. Then it happened. Masters fist popped through my assring, right into my guts. I saw stars and the neurons in my brain exploded like the fucking 4th of July! I twisted and jerked, crying in extasy as Master made me a puppet on his arm. He pushed deeper in me, past my inner ring, opening me deep. Soon half of his hairy arm was buried deep in my pussy. Someone unlocked my cock cage, releasing my big cock, allowing it to throb freely. Then Master pulled his arm out, leaving his fist in my cunt. Next he lined up his cock next to his wrist, and pushed it inside. Grabbing my hard cock with his free hand, he jerked me hard and fast while he jerked his own cock inside my ass. Soon we were both blowing our loads in the most intense orgasm I had ever known. A huge built up load sprayed all over my chest and stomach while Master jerked his load off into my ass. The crowd just watched in amazement. He pulled out of my ass, and left me there in the sling. The rest of my night was spent getting fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to help permanently pulverize my teen jock cunt. My cunt would never be the same after that night.

Part 3 I parked just down the street from my dealers brick apartment building in a sketchy neighborhood and followed my son as we walked to the front door. A telltale wet spot showed in the ass of his skinny jeans as my cum continued to leak out of his pussy. I smiled to myself thinking how much more he'd be getting soon. We climbed the stairs to the third floor and down a dark hallway that smelled of stale piss. I could hear a couple arguing in Spanish, followed by what sounded like a beating. We just continued to apt 3G and I knocked on the door. In a minute the door opened and a huge black man answered, his frame filling the entire entrance. He just looked my son up and down, licking his lips, and moved aside letting us enter. I pushed my new whore over to the couch and told him to sit, going into the bedroom. Sitting on a chair next to a small table sat my dude, Andre, weighing out bags of crank. "Sup man?" he asked. "Got my new whore out there waiting," I replied. "We still good for the deal?" "Fuck yea man." He grinned at me. "Haven't had fresh white boy in a while." He handed me two eight balls and I stuffed them in my jeans. He stood and we went to the other room. Looking at my son sitting there he said "Damn! You sure he's 18? Looks like he's 15!" "Swear to God! He's 18 today. He's ready for his "gifts". He's a little spun already, but I want him fucked up and fucked hard!" My Son looked up with fear in his eyes as I said this. "What's your name boy?" He asked. "Cory." he replied meekly. "Cory, rhymes with whorey," Andre laughed. "Which is what your Daddy says you are now." "Yes Sir." he replied. "All right Whorey, lets get started." Andre turned up the stereo while his gigantic body guard grabbed my son off the couch and carried him into the bedroom, throwing him down on the dirty, stained matress on the floor. They each placed ski masks over their faces as I grabbed my camera and started filming. Andres bodyguard, Jamal, held my son down while Andre tied off his arm, swabbed him, and stuck the point in, quickly injecting him with a .5 slam. Releasing the band, Cory threw his head back and started coughing. Before he had even finished, they had ripped his clothes off him and had his legs over Andre's shoulders with his hard cock lined up at his hole. Andre's cock was about 10 inches with a fat P.A. on the end. Spitting on his cock, he rammed it into my sons pussy, ripping him open even more. Cory wailed at the pain while Andre buried himself all the way in. "Oh fuck that's some tight, wet, white boy pussy!" Andre yelled. "Oh fuck were going to wreck you bitch!" Tears streamed out of Cory's eyes as Jamal held him in a headlock and Andre pummeled his hole. "Fuck yea! Look at that red oozing out. Were gonna rape you good you little whore! Gonna make you beg for more! Fuck yea! You're gonna beg for us to breed you with our toxic cum!" That was my sons birthday present, to get fuckin knocked up. I wanted my whore to take any cock he was sold to without question. I knew these two would get the job done. Andre just kept up the hard fuck on my son and Cory eventually stopped crying. Soon he was moaning and begging for more. Andre gave him all he had while Cory's eyes rolled back in his head and gibberish spewed from his mouth. After 20 minutes Andre was ready to flood the cunt with his dirty seed. "Tell me you want it whore!" He demanded. Tell me you want me to breed you. You want my dirty poz load!" "Please," Cory begged. "Please give it to me! Please!" He gasped. "Give me your poz cum!" That sent Andre over the edge and he filled my son with his dirty load, pumping him so full it seeped out and down his balls. He pulled out and they quickly flipped him over on his stomach. Without missing a beat, Jamal got on top of my son and lined his even larger cock up to Cory's hole. That fucker had to be at least 12 inches, and also had a large P.A. "Tell me what I want to hear bitch!" Jamal bellowed. "Fuck me!" was all he had to say. Jamal rammed his monster right into my sons hole, not pausing, not caring about the further tearing of Cory's cunt. He buried himself to the hilt as Andre held a bottle of poppers under Cory's nose. Cory took several large hits, then just went kind of limp. Jamal pulled all the way out, then slammed himself back in balls deep. Grabbing Cory's black hair he yanked the boys head back as he raped his hole. Andre shoved his cum and blood covered cock down Cory's throat and fucked the boys throat, choking him. Cory just flailed and bucked as the two big, black cocks took control of his body, using it for their pleasure alone, not caring of any discomfort they were causing. After at least 30 minutes of non stop spit roasting, Jamal buried himself deep in my son and filled his brutalized guts with his load of toxic cum. Pulling out, Andre shoved his cock in Cory's cunt and pumped a third load into my son. When he pulled out I got a close up of Cory's wrecked hole, stretched open and puffy, his rosebud oozing pink cum. The men cleaned themselves off in his mouth and everyone just kind of collapsed. "Happy birthday son." I whispered in Cory's ear. "Welcome to your new life."

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

I was in college the first time I experienced POZ cock, or rather I saw a guy, my boyfriend, taking POZ cock. I was more of a top, and my boyfriend Bobby was more of a bottom, but we changed it up every so often to keep things exciting. We tried flipping, but it got boring after a while. He had a hard time keeping it hard enough to top me. Ugh... And of course, we fucked bare. We talked about adding a third guy to our relationship, but didn't want to complicate things. I didn't want him to start to stray, secretly, however, the thought of seeing another guy fuck him got me hard. Anyhow, we needed some sort of an outlet to get our rocks off. I was in the campus library one night, and yes, maybe I was looking for the rumored glory hole in the basement, you know, out of curiosity more than anything. Anyway, I stood at the urinal, stroking my cock a bit, and waited. After a few minutes, I gave up. I let my stiffy go down enough to piss and headed out. Across the hall from the bathroom was a bulletin board. I gazed at a few postings absent-mindedly and one jumped out at me: GET OFF ON PHOTOGRAPHING HOT GUYS WITH EACH OTHER? JOIN OUR NAUGHTY GAY FUCK PHOTO CLUB EMAIL YOUR PICS TO ******@******.COM FOR AN INVITE Sweet. I snapped a photo of the address with my phone and headed home with a smile on my face and a semi-hard dick in my pants. Bobby and I thought it would be just what we needed. We didn't need to cheat to get off on watching other guys mess around. We set up my phone on my desk with an auto-timer and took some playful photos of us on my bed, with undies pulled down to show pubes but no dick, and some that sort of showed our faces, but not really. We got so hot “posing” that he was able to get it hard enough to fuck me senseless! It wasn't until he pulled out of my cummy hole that I realized that we had left the auto-timer running, and it was all captured in pics! We sent some of the more playful photos and one or two nude fuck pics, that didn't show our faces, to the email address. Within minutes, we had an invite for a photo session that weekend. We arrived at the address on Saturday night, right on time. The building looked like a frat house. We rang the bell, holding hands and grinning ear to ear. A cute guy in his mid-20s opened the door and invited us in. He showed us where to stow our clothes, if we wanted, and then led us into the living room, which had been converted into a photo studio, complete with professional lighting equipment. There was a platform in the middle of the room about waist high and a mattress. Our host told us that the group met every other weekend and usually two of the members would have pose in front of everyone and the other members would take photos, sometimes close-ups, sometimes showing faces, but only if the guys “posing” were comfortable with that. Some of the couples would simulate penetration, and some would really have sex. There were condoms available, but some of the guys preferred it bare. Bobby made a joke that he was SURE everyone preferred it bare. Our host mentioned most of the couples “posing” were boyfriends, but a few were single guys who were interested in the “art” of it, or just getting their rocks off. He also mentioned everything that happened would be fun and consensual. No one would pressure us to do anything we weren't comfortable with, and we had to do the same. No pressure. Period. Finally he said we were welcome to take as many photos as we liked, and even strip down and jerk off if we wanted, but no group action, again, unless everyone was comfortable with that. I could tell by the way his cargo shorts were swelling, he was getting hard just describing the rules to us. We relaxed and shared a beer. The doorbell rang, and he excused himself to answer the door. Most of the rest of the group had arrived at once. Our “models” for the evening would be a cute couple, Ryan and Kevin, who liked to “pose” as much as they liked to take photos. There were six other guys there, all with really nice-looking digital cameras hanging around their necks. As hot as they were, I was a bit surprised at how chill everyone was. The “models” were both sort of twinky with smooth relatively-hairless tight bodies. Ryan and Kevin undressed each other, pausing every few seconds for the guys to snap a few pics. They stripped down to matching black jockstraps. Two guys had unzipped and started to jerk off as Ryan and Kevin sucked each other's dick. Kevin ate out Ryan's hole as guys leaned in to take photos. I was totally hard as Kevin lined-up his bare cock and edged it into Ryan's slippery hole. Bobby was fascinated. He leaned in very close and Kevin pulled out so just the head of his cock was in Kevin's ass. Kevin moaned as Bobby leaned in so close for a photo that his hands brushed Kevin's sticky cock. The guys rearranged into a few more positions as the rest of the group snapped away. The sexual energy in the room was palpable, but everyone really did stay calm. I found myself so mesmerized that I was forgetting to take photos. I knew Kevin was close. He pulled out and spread Ryan's asscheeks apart, then flipped him over onto his back and slid his bare cock all the way in. Bobby and I were so close as we snapped photos that we could see the cum pulsing through Kevin's dick. He eventually slid his softening cock out of Ryan's ass. Ryan pulled apart his cheeks to show Kevin's load oozing out. The frat boy host, who had been “professional” the whole time, leaned in for some creampie close-ups. He got closer and closer. “May I?” he asked. “Be my guest” said Ryan as his hole winked. The frat boy stuck out his tongue and took a swipe at Ryan's ass, covering his tongue with Kevin's load. He swallowed it down. Then, like nothing had happened, the guys toweled off and we all went into another room where there was a computer bank set up. All of the guys uploaded their photos into a folder and the frat boy emailed a link to us all so we could download them. We shook hands and left. On the way home Bobby went on and on about how sexy it was to fuck in front of strangers, and to have the whole thing captured on film! He was seemed as impressed by the models fucking raw as he was by the two guys who were comfortable enough to jerk off, noting that one of them had a massive cock! When we got home, we were both so horny. We downloaded the photos immediately and started to fool around. We fucked each other twice that night as the photos cycled through on the screen. He asked if I wanted to “pose” and I said, “HELL YES!!!” We emailed the frat boy and told him we would like to model for the group. He said they had models scheduled already for the next few sessions, but we would be able to pose at the end of the next month. Score! Two weeks later came around and we were promptly on time back at the house. The models this week were two single guys, the two guys who had jerked off at the last session. Joe was tall and beefy, like a football player. The other guy, Tom, was skinnier, but still solidly built, looking sort of like he had lost weight recently. He was the one who had the huge dick, frankly one of the biggest I'd ever seen. His skinniness made his cock look even bigger. They started stripping each other down down, pausing here and there for photos. The rest of the guys were clearly turned on, but remained “professional.” The frat guy whispered to me and Bobby that they had been flirting for a while and this was their first time together. Joe and Tom got down to their underwear and they started pulling it down to reveal each other's pubes, again pausing for shots. Eventually, they were 69ing, still going at it, but slowly, no doubt for our benefit, I'm sure. Tom was sucking Joe for real, but Joe never put Tom's dick in his mouth, only pretending to blow him as the guys snapped away. Tom started working his fingers into Joe's hole and Joe started squirming. “I know we talked about this, but maybe it would be okay, if we fuck safe.” Tom looked uncomfortable when he realized that Joe wanted to get fucked. “Dude. I'm not into latex. Can I bareback you?” Joe said that he wasn't into that and sort of freaked out. They decided to continue with the sessions, but only posing like they were fucking each other. Joe bent over and grabbed his ankles as Tom rimmed his hole and then lined up his bare cock like he was going to put it in. Tom was so turned on that his hard cock was drooling precum. He worked his wet cock over Joe's crack, pausing every so often for photos. Joe seemed to be struggling. It was obvious that he wanted Tom's cock, but he wouldn't allow himself to go for it. Tom worked a few fingers into Joe's ass as the rest of the guys kept shooting. He aligned his cock with Joe's ass again, this time putting the purple head of his bare dick right on Joe's ass, working it up and down. From the right angle, it would have totally looked like they were fucking. Globs of Tom's precum poured down onto Joe's ass and into his open hole. “You okay with me dripping in you?” “NO! That's not what we talked about. You're POZ man. I'm fine with a condom, but I don't want your cum in me!” He grabbed his clothes and stormed off in a huff. Everyone stood around for a few seconds and then started to pack up his stuff. The frat guy calmed the situation down as Tom sat there with his erection going down. He approached us as asked, since we were the last ones to be so excited about posing. I had assumed that he meant for me and Bobby to pose instead, but Bobby must have thought differently. He winked at me and leapt onto the mattress, next to Tom. Bobby started tearing his clothes off, eyes locked with Tom. He was reaching out for his massive cock. The frat guy leaned in and spoke lowly about the rules. Only consensual stuff. No pressure, and simulated sex was okay. Bobby was staring at Tom, and his massive POZ cock that I'm not sure he heard anything at all. Bobby leaned forward and locked mouths with Tom in an intense kiss as they reached for each other's cock.... To be continued

Sometimes, when you can't get on your knees to drink from the tap, how else do you get a mans piss in public? One of my favorite ways in a bar is to hand a man my empty beer bottle while he's at the urinal--esp if hes showing interest and has been looking over...and let him top it off, or fill it completely. Then later, when I see him from across the room, I'll be drinking it while hes standing next to his buddies, or even his BF. Its a great ice breaker...and oftentimes, I would see him from across the room pointing at me and wispering into the guys ear thats standing next to him. I like to think that he just might be telling him that he just bought me that round. Years back, guys would whip out their dicks and piss in my bottle, mug or plastic cup during a beer bash at a bar...and tell me that if I wanted them to fuck me, that I had to prove it by drinking what he pissed out to show I was interested. Any other ideas I can use to get piss from guys?

Becumming Blood Brother, Part 1 My dad recently remarried and in the deal I got a new step brother, Steven. Although I hadn't seen him since high school I do recall that he was a freshman during my senior year and I remembered him as a scrawny little nerd. When we finally got reacquainted I was very surprised at how much he had grown and filled out. He became a genuine stud. He grew from his 5 foot, 100 pound skinny kid to couple inches short of my 6 foot, 2 inch 185 pound frame. I he claimed the he even had a girlfriend he was supposedly banging. I learned from my sources that wasn't the true. As the wedding approached I was asked by my father to ask Steven too stay with me while he and Steven's mother would be going on a month long honeymoon. At first I was a little put off at the thought since it would cramp my 'weekend activities', but as Steven and I spent time together we began to grow close. We began working out in the workout room in my father's house. I could tell from this that I had the size and strength on him easily. Steven and I grew close as the wedding approached when I caught my new step brother say something about wishing we were real brothers. Steven's comment got me thinking about the month he'd be staying with me and how I liked to spend my weekend when I got an idea. I knew I could count on my dealer to help me with the appropriate supplies. It was my dealer that turned me onto partying and the joys of gay sex. I knew I was gay since my junior year I high school and was already smoking pot when during my senior year when I met Travis. I was Steven's age, barely 18 when someone introduced us and he got me smoking from a clear pipe that he filled with a white, crystal like powder. After smoking a while he got me too suck his 9", uncut cock. He gagged me as I did my best to work him into my throat. He had me on his cock for a long time till he shot is load for me to swallow. Travis and I became friends as I started to do a little work for him. I had been working for him for a couple months when hang out with Travis late one night we began smoking a couple bowls. As usual Travis got me sucking his cock when he asked me if I was interested in a better high. I ready liked smoking a bowl or two (or three) and he definitely had my curiosity peaked (and the fact we were starting to smoke our 4th bowl) had my inhibitions lowered I simply nodded yes with his cock lodged in my throat. Travis had me follow him into his bedroom, told me to get comfortable on his bed as he disappeared into his bathroom. Fifteen minutes later he came out with something in his hands that I could barely make out. He asked me if I was ready and I knew there was no backing out, besides I trusted Travis. He tied this rubber strip on my bicep, wiped my arm with something cool the I noticed the syringe filled with a clear liquid. He stated to explain to me that I was about to get by first slam of Tina and what to expect. Although I was a little nervous about getting my first slam iI was also a little excited when I felt the pinch of the needle. I couldn't couldn't my eyes as I watched the barrel fill with a flash of blood before the contents were emptied. Travis had me hold something over where he had stuck the needle as he told me to raise my arm while he pulled the rubber strip off my arm. I felt a warmth run into my chest as I began to cough out (as Travis told me) and I felt my heart beat faster and my breathing picked up. I also began to feel so horny, hornier than I ever felt in my life. As I sat there riding my first rush I watched Travis do his slam. As he coughed out I noticed his cock seemed to grow hard and precum began to ooze from the tip. Since I was feeling very warm I didn't object when Travis suggested I get naked. I took of my t-shirt then stood up and slipped out of my jeans and boxer briefs in one move. That's when I noticed how hard my own cock had become. Travis moved right in on me and began kissing me working my body over. When he began eating my ass is when I knew I was going to lose my virginity. He got me nice and wet when he moved in and slipped his bare cock inside me. It felt so wonderful gee fucked me for a couple hours before he had me switch and had me fuck him for a while. It was the best night of my life and I repeat it almost every weekend. With Steven staying with me for the month I figured it was time to teach Steven the joys of Tina and how to suck cock.

Hi, I'm Calvin and I would say I'm straight. However I once had a dream that I had bareback sex with a guy and it has always turned me on whenever I think about this dream. All I remember is my cock being totally lubed up, and a guy who had a perfect big juicy tanned ass was on all fours in front of me, his hole was perfectly lubed up as well and he just backed into me. My long, thick and hard cock struggled to enter his hole at first, and then there was a pop and the head went in, and then the rest of it dissapeared inside his ass, and we kept on going. The dream was so vivid it was incredible, strings of lube went from the base of my cock to his ass as he backed up and moved forward, my balls ached at how tight, warm and wet he was. And then I unleashed a huge creamy load deep in his ass, and kept my cock in until it began to got semi hard. I pulled out and a stream of my hot white cum just trickled out of his asshole. Since then I've always wanted to re-enact that dream. I came across this forum and thought I would share. I can upload some pictures of my cock if people want to see it I don't know how this forum works but I hope you enjoyed my story.

My junior year of college I decided that I had had enough of dorm life and struck out on my own to find an apartment. My parents said that they would pay for it as long as it didn’t cost more then the dorms. Now the dorms at my university weren’t cheap but they weren’t really as expensive as the cost of an apartment, so my choices were limited. After scouring the newspaper and craigslist I found three that were within my extremely small budget and were close enough to school to not make the commute impossible, so, a couple of weeks before school started, I went on a quest to find an apartment. I suppose that I should tell you a little something about myself before we go on too far. I had just turned twenty-one, and has spent a good amount of time the year before working off the last vestiges of my slightly pudgy teen age self and now sported a thin lean build that I was rather proud of. Also in the past year, weather it was due to some hormone increase from working out or my genetics finally decided that it was that time in my development, I had grown a fairly reasonable pelt of hair across my tight pecks and my now firm round bubble butt had a healthy growth of hair across both cheeks and down my crack. What I was most proud of all though was that my cock had thickened and lengthened slightly making it now an exact seven inches long and just about six and a half around. The boys I met at parties and bent over back in their rooms or in the bathroom of the party certainly enjoyed my quickly evolving meat. August in the Midwest is unreasonably hot, so when I went began my quest, upon entering the first place I quickly shucked my button down shirt and walked wearing a wife-beater and tight jean shorts, even as I could feel the sweat still running down my back. An old woman showed me around a dingy little flat in the basement of a small three-story apartment building. It was certainly not what was advertised in the paper but I knew people always exaggerated in those things. I thanked her for her time and said that I would be in touch, praying that the other two apartments were better. The second place I was looking was about a ten minute walk away, but by the time I had gotten there my shirt was soaked through with sweat and I was sure that I stunk to high heaven. Feeling rather dejected after my first viewing I knocked on the door to apartment 1A, which through my correspondence with the poster on Craigslist I had learned was the apartment of the super. The door opened and there stood the single most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Normally I was only attracted to guys my own age but this man destroyed all of that. He stood at about six foot three inches, which put him about six inches taller than was I. He had a broad powerful chest, thick muscle knotted arms, and a handsome bearded face that made my knees weak. He wore no shirt and his carpenter pants were slung so low on his hips that I could see the tops of his thick bush of pubes over the waistband. I stared at his strong hair covered chest admiring the dark fur that covered his whole torso for a long moment, before managing to blurt out that I was here to see the apartment. The man chuckled and said in a deep voice that resonated in my chest “I’m Chuck, the guy you emailed. Nice to meet you, guy. Sorry, what was your name again?” “Duncan,” I replied, possibly a little too quickly. “Well do you wanna see the place or just stand here in the hallway,” he said turning away from me for a moment. He grabbed a shirt from just beyond where I could see into his apartment and a set of keys off a hook before stepping forward into the hallway. I stepped back quickly allowing him to pull his own door closed before leading the way down the hallway to the stairs tugging the flannel shirt of as he walked. As we walked towards the stairs Chuck made idle conversation with me about school, asking I was studying - just filling the silence, as he lead the way up three flights of stairs and then all the way down the top floor to the last door on the right. He unlocked the door and gestured for me to go inside. It was a much nicer apartment then the last one I saw. The living room was small but had a large window that allowed sunlight to stream into the tiny space. The little kitchen was outdated but usable and the although the bedroom would fit little more then a bed and a dresser, I liked the place. Chuck showed me around and though I tried to listen I kept finding my gaze wandering to the patch of his chest that was still visible as he never buttoned the shirt he put on, or down to where his pubes were coming out over his pants wondering what the pale jeans were hiding. “So you like it kid?” “Yeah, I think it’s great.” “Good,” Chuck stopped his tour of the little apartment and turned to look at me for a long moment before smiling and saying, “But I think there’s more on your mind the just the apartment right now isn’t there?” “What?” “You can’t keep your eyes off my cock boy, I’ve seen you looking.” “Shit, I’m sorry.” I stammered embarrassed beyond belief at being caught, “I’ll go, sorry for the trouble.” “Go? What the fuck kid, no get back here.” “Okay.” “You gay, kid?” “Yeah. Is that a problem?” “Not at all, make this step a little easier.” “What?” “My last slut just graduated and I’m in need of a new one.” He grabbed at his dick through his jeans and I could see the outline now of a fat powerful cock. “So,” he said dropping his shirt on the floor, “If you’re a good boy then I’ll cut you a deal on your rent, and if you’re a really good boy then there is no rent.” He had started walking closer to me, closing the small gap between us in the tiny bedroom. I could smell him now the intoxicating scent of man wafting over me as I found myself close enough to touch his amazing chest. “You interested in that deal?” “Yes,” I breathed. Somehow feeling that if I spoke too loudly I would wake myself from the incredibly hot dream I was convinced I was having. “Kiss my chest.” I hesitated for a moment and then leaned forward and kissed one of his pink fur rimmed nipples. “Good boy. Now get on your knees.” Normally I was the one who told boys to get on their knees, but with this man all of my wishes, dreams, aspirations, wants, desires or need to be a top flew out of my head. All that I wanted was to serve this massive hulk of a man. I sank to my knees without hesitation. Chuck placed one hand on my head ruffling my hair while with the other he undid his pants allowing them to fall to the ground, his cock springing up almost hitting me in the face. Just as befit a man of his perfection he had a thick heavily veined cock that had to be at least eight maybe eight and a half inches long. The hand that rested upon my head guided me forward till his cock head pressed against my mouth and I opened wide taking as much of him inside me as I could. He grunted out his appreciation as I began to work at swallowing him substantial meat, greedily working his mushroom head past my tonsils. After bobbing back and forth and gagging several times I felt his balls come to rest on my chin for a moment before the lack of air cause my body to pull back involuntarily. I felt a powerful rush of accomplishment, I loved feeling his dark dense pubes around my nose and sensing the weight of his low hanging balls against my chin. I dove forward again swallowing his meat once more and eliciting from Chuck a sudden gasp of pleasure as his cock slid down my throat. Despite being almost a total top I had always loved sucking cock, and had gotten a good deal of practice in high school when I was fucking the captain of the football team who it turned out was a big dicked bottom who loved nothing more then to have a load blown up his hole then get his cock sucked till he came. He had been getting bred the quarter back sense our freshmen year but when he got a peak at my even then fat cock at the start of our senior year I spent the rest of the year honing my pounding skills and cocking on his knob. My hands found their way to Chuck strong ass, and I was unsurprised when I felt still more thick dense hair between my fingers as I pulled his hips closer to my face. I breather in his scent as I worshiped his dick, my own cock now hard as a rock forgotten in my shorts. “Jesus Christ kid,” Chuck gasped after a long while, “any more like that and I’m going to blow my load down your throat instead of where it belongs.” He pulled me off of his cock and tilted my head up so that I was looking at his face, losing myself in his deep blue eyes. “Strip.” I pulled my sweat soaked wife-beater off and tossed it and the button down I had tied around my waist off to the side and then after kicking off my shoes shimmied off my shorts and underpants so that I was now kneeling at the feet of this Adonis completely naked my tight swimmers body exposed for him to judge. He smiled. “Get on your hands and knees and face away from me,” were his next set of instructions. I obeyed hastily. Chuck got down on behind me and lent forward, his hand gripping my ass cheeks firmly and then I felt his rough beard on brushing against my spread ass crack just before his wet warm tongue found my hole. I moaned loudly and arched my back pushing my ass back at Chuck’s invading tongue. “What a hungry hole! When did you last get fucked, boy?” “Back in high school like three years ago,” I answered truthfully. I hadn’t gotten fucked since the quarterback of the football team took out his revenge on my ass for stealing his bottom bitch away. “You haven’t had sex in three years?” “No, it’s just that I’m normally a top.” “Well shit then, you’re tight hole is in need of a good plowing.” He dove back in, his tongue swirling around my hole occasionally pressing against my still resistant sphincter. Waves of pleasure crashed over me causing my body to slowly relax to melt into him, and I felt my hole slowly opening for him. Chuck sensed my hole relaxing as well and he redoubled his efforts to slip his tongue inside my almost virginal hole. After a rim job like this, I thought, I might never top again. I heard a rustling behind me and then Chuck stopped devouring my hole, though one of his hands still remained on my ass cheek spreading my crack wide. I heard several clicks and looked back to see and iPhone in chuck’s hand. “What are you doing,” I asked, not upset really just curious. For some reason I felt like this man, who I had just met, would never do anything bad to me. “Sending some pics of your sweet hole to a few guys I know close by who can help me really give your hole the plowing it needs today.” With that Chuck knocked me to the side so that I rolled over onto my back, spun me round, grabbed my ankles, and as he went back to devouring my now upturned hole stuffed his cock back down my throat.

Hi everyone. I only just joined this site, thought I'd introduce myself, give a wee bit of background and what I'm into etc. I am actually a married man, HIV Neg, and have a fixation about Crossdressers and Transsexuals (mainly barebacking them). I recently moved to Melbourne, Australia (from New Zealand) and have found the adjustment a little hard to settle into (I lost most of my cd/trans associates when moving, but the move was essential). Being a published author, and someone who is not generally attracted to men (only very specific types), it's hard for others to understand my point of view sometimes - I try to explain that I'm onto into CDS/Trans, but they come at me with the whole "oh, you're just gay and won't admit it" thing. No, I don't believe that I am, at all. I have never been with a MAN nor would I probably ever want to. Cds/Trans I do not consider as MEN, so for me, I would classify myself as semi-bi?? Who knows. Rules and regulations and boxes and labels are all a little bit confusing when it comes to this. Let me know your thoughts... (YES THE PROFILE PIC IS MY COCK)

You need to be on PreP. I don't think you really want guys to wrap it. I think you want cum running out of your used hole. We all get it. Accept that fact and act accordingly. Be glad you have PreP as an option. Most of us didn't. And also keep in mind that over 83% of all new infections come from guys who think they are neg. Meaning they don't yet know they are poz. Newly infected guys are the most infectious. Poz guys on meds who are undetectable are the safest. And the idea of putting a note on your ass is as you put it, STUPID. And not hot. Get on PreP and go take some loads.

Hot fucking story dude!!

Thanks :) My daddy is gonna fuck me in the woods tomorrow. I am gonna try and get him to take a pic of his cum leaking out of my pussy. Hopefully lol

Did my first Double Penetration as a top last night -- WOWZA! Amazing. HOT. And, can't wait to do it again! My partner and I started out by tag-teaming our favorite mate, then after about an hour, as I was lying down and our bottom boy was riding my cock while holding on to the headboard of the bed, my hubby came in from behind -- handed him the poppers, and after a deep snitt gently leaned him forward and proceeded to push his bare cock up his tight hole alongside mine. It took a little time to adjust, but soon enough we were both balls deep and gently rocking back and forth inside this amazing man --- a few minutes later all 3 of us blew our loads -- 2 deep went inside our boy and his load shot across my chest, on my face and into my hair. Damn!

a bitch boy should be naked anytime hes giving his ass to dominant men so they can get right to the ass fucking

Part VI. I followed Johnny through a series of hallways, popping in and out of curtains, and then down a steep flight of stairs. The basement was lit only with red lamps, and was hot and sweaty. In the dim light, I followed Johnny and sounds of animalistic sex to an open room, with a crowd of guys standing shoulder to shoulder cheering someone on. I knew instantly that my boy was somehow engaged in the tangle. I pushed my way into the crowd to see Alex standing there with fistfuls of cash, and my boy, covered in seed, taking two cocks in his ass. There was a buff guy on his back, with my boy mounting him, another stud plowing him from behind. My boy was moaning, as he sucked on a gym bunny’s dick, and fisted two more. He was servicing five cocks at the same time, and the guys in his ass blew their loads simultaneously. I knew they were both seeding him. The guy in his mouth came all over my boy’s face and hair, squirting into his eyes. The guys my boy was jerking off assumed the position, and started to double-fuck him. I saw Dylan and Bobby working the crowd, getting the next round of guys ready to fuck and breed my boy. Dylan saw me, winked, and pulled me to him. He kissed me, and I savored the nutty flavor of cum in his mouth. I knew he must have just been giving head. He had to shout to be heard over the noise of the men cheering on the live sex show unfolding before us. ‘You jealous?!!?’ I nodded, shouting back, ‘Maybe a little…’ ‘Let’s show them you can be just as dirty as your boy!’ I nodded as he laid down, parallel to my boy, on the filthy cummy floor and had me mount him. I leaned forward as I took his raw cock and some stranger lined up behind me, forcing a hard unlubricated cock into me. I’d never felt so full. I grunted until Alex pushed a muscled jock into my mouth. My boy pulled off of the cock he was sucking, released one of the cocks in his hand, and ran his fingers up and down my side. He then reached for my hand and held it tightly as both of us were rewarded with two fresh loads in our asses. After that, we must have taken at least six more cocks apiece, some at the same time. It all became a blur, and I passed out while some guy was roughly breeding me and I smacked my head on the concrete floor. When I came to, the basement was empty, and bright fluorescent lights were on. I was still wearing my jockstrap, but the waist was now stuffed full of cash. I stumbled up the steps, parched and smeared with cum and blood oozing out of my ass. The bar was closed, and all of the patrons had gone home. I walked across the stage to the spot where Johnny had started the evening off fucking me and my boy. There was Johnny, in the same sagging chair, with my boy, sweaty, between his bare legs. My boy was covered in cum, matted in his hair, and all over his body. He was nursing on Johnny’s limp sticky cock. He smiled saying, ‘Glad you’re up… I worried that they might have done you in…’ He chuckled and gestured to a brown envelope on a table. I opened it, finding a stack of cash, assorted bills, but mostly $20s, $50s, and $100s. ‘You guys sure cleaned up being so dirty… Congrats, you filthy whores. You shouldn’t have a problem with the rent this month…’ Rather than be excited, my boy was in a daze and just kept nursing Johnny’s cock. Johnny smoothed his cummy hair and continued, ‘Hope you had a good time. Was loosing your NEG cherries worth it?’ My boy just moaned. ‘Don’t expect to make that much ever again though. You’re both used goods now. My customers never pay full price for a hole they’ve already POZZED. Once you’ve converted, you’ll make less and less every time you perform. Then, you’ll be stuck servicing the guys in the parking lot.’ My dazed boy just kept moaning. Bobby and Dylan walked through the door, freshly showered, rested, and dressed in new clothes. Johnny handed Bobby an envelope, mumbling something about ‘NEG cherry finder’s fee’ as Dylan helped my boy to his feet. Bobby and Dylan helped us to their car, and poured us into the backseat. I guess they knew were to too fucked-out to play on the ride home. They took us to their place, bathed us in their hot tub, and gave us clean clothes. After everything we had been through, their tenderness was shocking. Dylan and Bobby made sure we were both okay, and then drove us back to our apartment. We went to bed and slept all day, wrapped around each other but saying little. That night, we had money to pay off our rent, and buy groceries, with plenty left over. Dylan and Bobby came over for dinner. We ate a nice meal like nothing had happened, making small talk. Dylan told us that he and Bobby had talked it over; they had a spare room and wanted to invite us to move in with them. We’d all save money, and could keep fucking each other just like we always had, now that were more than likely going to convert. Bobby continued, ‘In a week or so, if you haven’t already converted from taking our loads over the past few months, you guys are both gonna get pretty sick… We’d love to help you through that.’ My boy threw his arms around Bobby and gave him a sloppy wet kiss. Dylan embraced me, and of course, we all swapped loads to celebrate, right there on the kitchen table. We packed our things over the next few days, got out of our lease, sold our furniture, and were fully moved in with Dylan and Bobby before coming down with the fuck flu.

ok, admitted newbie here. Well, new to the site and keeping track. Certainly not new to the sport of taking raw cocks. So anyhow, just got serious about this. Decided to keep as detailed records as others here. So yesterday was my first day counting. Cocks 3 Loads 2, one oral, one anal. no discussion of status

Not the hottest clip out there, but it has me in it http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=ef2NK-G501-

I don't think it's appropriate to call a forum member an IDIOT, but anyway there are a number of meds now and people have different experiences with HIV. I haven't had much of a problem with HIV, in fact if I was neg I would get pozzed up because I cant take one of the drugs in PREP. Being able to bareback is worth being pozzed for me. Also people have different reasons for what they do, Some couples have reported feeling closer after one pozzes the other

I hope there are a lot of hard chems like Heroin and slamming.

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.

Part V. It was our first night as go-go boys, but we’d both been doing more fucking than we’d been dancing, well, being bred more than anything. My boy had taken five loads from Dylan, Bobby, and Alex, all of whom were POZ. And I’d taken five from Dylan, Bobby, Alex, and Johnny. We hadn’t asked about Johnny’s cum, since it seemed a moot point now. Johnny handed my boy his leather jockstrap, and me my gold shorts, and smacked us on our rumps. ‘Go get those dollars boy. The only smell I like more than cum is desperation!’ We hopped into our underwear, and went out to work the room. Dylan came up to me, and started introducing me to some of his clients. I lost track of my boy for a bit, but then saw Bobby working the room with him. There must have been over two hundred guys there, and many of them had money in their hands. They stroked my ass as they stuck bills into my waistband, some even playing with my hole. I was shivering a bit from nervousness, and from the chill in the room. Most of these guys were fully clothed, but I was barefoot and nearly naked. Each time a strange man’s hand cupped my ass cheeks or stroked my chest, I shook all over. That clearly turned some of these guys on. I felt so vulnerable, but so sexy. As Dylan kept introducing ‘his new boy’ around to guys, Johnny would talk to whomever we’d just been speaking to. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alex doing the same behind Bobby and my boy. I saw Johnny with a stack of bills in his grubby hands and realized that he was negotiating prices for the rest of our night. I shuddered at how seedy and dangerous this situation had become. This was clearly not standing on a table flirting with guys, with was raw fucking in public with really risky guys. Maybe I was paranoid, but it seemed like the younger hotter guys were interested in handing money to Alex to be with my boy, and the older heavier guys wanted time with me. After twenty minutes or so, Dylan and Bobby took the stage, now in matching silver sequined g-strings, alongside two guys in their late 20s, who seemed to be a little worse for wear. Johnny told me that they had started three years ago, and seemed to be lasting longer than most of his dancers. I couldn’t see my boy or Alex anywhere. Johnny ushered me backstage and shoved me into a private booth. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘I’ve got some customers who have paid good money for a few minutes alone with you. I’ll be right outside if there’s trouble. You just give them what they want, and we won’t have any problems.’ He turned around and pulled a curtain closed. He hadn’t told me how much money I’d be making, or how many guys there were, or what kind of tricks I’d be turning. I didn’t have to wait long before I found out. The first guy, a heavyset trucker, came in with a can of beer in his hand. He guzzled it down, and then unzipped his fly. I knelt before him and he whipped out his dick, soft, and wrinkled. I opened my mouth for him and he shoved his cock in. I started to work my lips up and down the shaft and he grunted, ‘No. I ain’t here to cum…’ I then felt a torrent of acrid piss flowing into my mouth. I knew I would need to swallow or it would spill everywhere. He kept pissing and I kept gulping. He pulled out, shook it a few times, zipped up, and walked out. What the fuck had just happened? I heard Johnny say, ‘NEXT!’ and seconds later, the curtain parted and two business guys came in, both in their 60s, both with round bellies falling over their slacks. They took off each other’s suit jackets and folded them gingerly over the back of the booth. One untied his tie and put it over the other guy’s eyes like a blindfold, and used the other tie to bind his friend’s hands together. ‘Breed him,’ the other guy said to me. I nodded, and jerked my cock to get it hard. No condoms in sight, and I was about to raw fuck this business guy. The guy pulled his friend’s slacks down and then his boxers, spreading his cheeks wide, then spitting into his hole. ‘Fuck him!’ I nodded and slid right in with some difficulty. This guy was pretty dry, surely no lube or seed in his hole. ‘He’s really dry.’ I said. ‘Then lube him up.’ I knelt down to eat this business guy’s ass, and the other dude shook his head no, pointing to my ass. I let him scoop some of the seed leaking out of my hole, and work it into the guy’s butthole. That juice and jizz mixture was enough to slide in easily. I eased my cock into the man and he pushed back on it to meet my thrusts. The other guy kept his clothes on, but I could see his cock was hard, and a wet spot of precum was forming on his slacks. I buried myself in the guy’s ass and let my load go. The guy underneath me kept saying, ‘Oh fuck. Oh fuck…’ over and over again as he pulled up his trousers and rushed out of the booth. The other guy smiled at me as he pulled on his jacket, saying, ‘Thanks for breeding my partner, man.’ He shoved a fifty-dollar bill into my hand and left. I shoved it under the booth cushion as Johnny said, ‘NEXT!’ again. Two guys walked in, maybe in their 40s, and they seemed more nervous than me. The both pulled down their pants and sat down. ‘We want lap dances, and we might want to fuck you a little too…,’ one of the men said. They both looked like college athletes who were still sexy but a little softer than they used to be. They were both hard, so I eased down on the one closest to me, sliding my cummy ass all over his crotch, and then moved onto the next guy. The other guy had been wanking while I teased his friend, and he held his cock straight up. I knew he wanted to get the tip into me. My hole was still pretty stretched-out so it caught his glans easily and I squirmed around on it. I lowered myself down a few inches as the guy started thrusting his hips up and down. I raised up and lowered myself onto his buddy, and the other guy was so turned on that, after a few thrusts, I found myself taking another load from a stranger. ‘Fuck!,” his friend shouted, ‘So hot seeing you take his POZ load!’ I just grinned, not knowing what else to do. I pulled off and lowered onto the other cock that I was there to service. The guy pumped me a few times before breeding me as he shouted, ‘Take that dirty cum!’ I sat on his cock until it softened and plopped out of me. The two guys left, and Johnny popped his head in. He tossed a jockstrap at me, smiled, and told me to follow him. I hopped into the jock, tucking the money under the cushion into the elastic, feeling several fresh loads ooze out of my ass and down my thighs. Conclusion to follow with Part VI... P.S. If you like, please comment. Your comments make me hard and pre-cummy...

Sorry for the delay, guys... Here's the next chapter. I'll work on the finale soon. Part III. We took turns in the shower stall, soaping each other up. Dylan slid up behind me and fingered my ass a bit. I knew I had taken his, and his boyfriend’s POZ cum several times, so I figured it was too late to be a prude now. I let him work his dick up and down my crack and against my hole. Bobby slipped in alongside us and turned off the water. He bent me over and shoved his cock down my throat. I gurgled on Bobby as Dylan eased his wet dick into me. I moaned as I felt Dylan’s pubes and balls pressing against me, now slapping as he picked up his pace. ‘Nothing like sharing our cum, right, man?’ They high-fived each other. It seemed corny, but no one was laughing. My boy was busy swallowing Alex’s own POZ cock. Dylan blasted his cum into me and pulled out. Bobby took his place and slammed into me, adding his load to his boyfriend’s only a few seconds later. I saw my boy holding onto the edge of the stall as Alex pulled out of him, and shook his hard cock at me, sticky with cum and a pinkish tinge that told me that my boy’s hole was pretty wrecked. Lubed up with two loads oozing out of my ass, Alex leaned forward and thrust his raw cock into me. ‘Love seeing boys give in to their inner whore!’ He pistoned into me, as I gasped for air, just trying to not fall over or pass out. ‘I thought I was gonna get to convert one go-go boy tonight, but it looks like we’ll get to see two boys loose their NEG cherries!’ He held his hips hard against me, and I knew he was breeding me. Alex pulled out and stood me up. ‘You boys rinse off, but keep those holes wet with seed…’ He strode away as Dylan and Bobby helped us rinse off, making sure we didn’t work any of their POZ cum out of our assholes. When we toweled off, Alex gave us each three sets of skimpy undies certain to make some big bucks as we danced. My boy kissed him hard as thanks, but I felt a bit uncertain. Not confident with my body, and new to the idea of taking POZ cum, I wanted to think things through, but there was not time for that. My boy and got dressed, well something like dressed; I pulled on some gold shiny spandex shorts and my boy chose the leather jockstrap. Dylan ushered us all out to his car, saying, ‘It’s nearly time for your audition… Got to get you there as soon as possible…’ I hopped in the passenger seat, with Bobby and Alex in the back, and my boy happy to sit on Alex’ lap. Of course, as soon as the car started, I knew my boy had fished Alex’ cock out of his jeans again and was now bouncing up and down on it. ‘I love having my hole stretched open with your big thick POZ cock…’ Bobby leaned over to kiss him as he freed his own cock. In the twenty minutes it took to get to the club, my boy had switched to Bobby’s lap and back and forth to Alex’ a few times, taking an additional POZ load from both of them before we arrived. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fingered my own cummy hole watching and allowing this to happen. But that was nothing compared to the rest of the evening… To be continued…

Ok I can report that things are cool with the guy I threw up on. Yes we fucked several times since then but last week we got back into the piss play and it was hot. I drank him straight out of his cock and didn't wretch at all. It started earlier when he handed me a cocktail. There were others at this gathering. It was his piss in a high ball glass. I drank it with others around who knew nothing. I told him I wasn't really so into piss so much that I wanted to drink it from a glass but he told me how much it turned him on to see me drinking it. I thought drinking out of the tap was the point, apparently there is more to it than that for him. He just gets off on knowing I'll do it. HOT.

Chapter IV. My boy and Blake had been taking loads in the middle of the dance floor, each having taken several loads both in his ass and in his mouth, so both were leaking seed from both ends. Blake had lost his shorts and was completely nude. My boy was in a jock strap which had been completely stretched out by the many, many guys who had felt compelled to yank the elastic band while using my boy's ass. Not that I was doing much better: I had taken at least ten loads and my ass was loose and slack. My boy leaned forward to where I was sitting and spread my legs wide, exposing my wrecked hole, framed by my own stretched-out jock. He reached around and scooped a handful of cream out of his ass and smeared in onto and into me. His jaw dropped when he realized he could get three fingers into me without any struggle. Billy stood him up and told him we had a plan, and a way to get some really toxic seed. Blake raised his eyebrows, knowing that Billy was ready for some really unmedicated dick. The three of us left arm in arm, me and my boy in his worn-out jock strap, Blake naked, and Billy in his little speedos. By boy gently rested his head on my shoulder as we followed Blake and Billy away from the noise and lights of the party. We walked down the beach away and then turned into the bushes. We were barefoot, so every branch and bush hurt our feet and started scraping up our legs. After ten minutes, we were on the edge of a clearing, lit only by moonlight and a few glowing cigarettes on the edge of the bushes. Blake smiled, turned my boy against a tree advising “Let the guys know what you’re offering. Talk dirty, and you’ll get dirty dick.” My boy was pressed into the tree as Blake dipped his drooling POZ cock into my boy’s loosened dripping hole. It was too dark to see much, but I could hear globs of cum sloshing around, and then blobs of seed splashing onto the sand. “Give me that POZ cock, sir. Fill me up and set me free!” Blake had been fucking all night, and was not in a hurry to cum, so when a round-bellied man appeared behind him and grunted “How many loads he got up there?” Blake withdrew, turning to me for an answer. I cleared my throat. “Too many to count. Me too.” “You both taking dirty seed?,” he asked. Billy nudged me, but I stumbled on my reply, so Billy took the lead, answering “Yes, sir, all three of us are.” “Then get out of the way,” the bear said, pushing Blake aside. “That guy couldn’t POZ a puppy!” The bear was naked and pushed my boy forward. My boy arched his back, and braced himself against the tree, moaning as the bear slid into him only to jackhammer away. Another guy, muscled, and wearing a harness and sunglasses appeared behind Billy. “Why the sunglasses?,” Blake asked. “No one knows I’m POZ and not on meds. I have a high-powered job." He didn’t ask for approval, but slipped his bare dick into Billy’s ass. I felt a body behind me and assumed the position, leaning between Billy and my boy’s shoulders for support. The guy behind me took my hand and rubbed it up and down over his muscled torso, moving my hand onto his dick. “No rubber man,” he growled at me. “And I’m packing a really viral load…” He didn’t ask me if I wanted it, he just slammed into me, lubed with the seed of so many men. The guys all finished inside of us, and pulled out, leaving us gasping for breath and hungry for more dirty dick. We didn’t have to wait long until our holes were full again. And again and again and again. These guys weren’t gentle with us. We were merely holes to be filled with toxic cum. As the night wore on, the men kept coming and cumming. At one point the three of us were laying side by side in the sand, asses up, with a series of guys each of whom was taking his turn with each of us. We were covered in sweat and sand, with toxic cum leaking from all of our holes. As the sun came up in the Rack, we saw how filthy and used we were. Blake and Tom appeared with a thermos of coffee and three buttplugs. Our jocks were nowhere to be seen, and we had to walk back along the beach, cum-soaked, until we could bathe in the ocean. Tom gently inserted the plugs into each of us before allowing us to bathe. He didn’t want the salt water rinsing out any of our hard night’s work. The End.

I've been thinking about this more today, and you're right, I really feel like this is my role in life. Although mainstream society would not accept or acknowledge it, at least currently, I feel like there are some boys who are born simply to service cocks and provide sexual relief for men - this is what they are best at in life. In a more open, liberated society there would be official "jobs" for boys like us - perhaps we'd even get paid, but i'd gladly do it for free! I see it as a public service in the same way as a dentist or a barber is providing a service. Any time a man is horny or needs to shoot a load, he can come visit one of us. And what could be more selfless than giving a guy pleasure and helping him to cum? Seriously, there's nothing I enjoy more than getting a guy's dick hard and helping him to cum. I feel so proud and happy when I see him get an erection or shoot a load because of something i've done for him!

jdman, I only bareback once in a while and I'm on PrEP. It doesn't have to be only for those who are barebacking 24/7. I seriously think you should consider going on it. That way whenever you decide to engage, you are protected. Communion is once a month and in San Fran there are tons of other parties throughout the month. It will give you peace of mind and you can then decide which parties you want to go to whenever the "need" arises, as your needs I would imagine come at the spare of the moment?

No, you're not an idiot. You're just uninformed. That can change with education. Check out the links I gave you.

hahah, that's me. Bay area dudes, hit me up! P.S. - not sure why this was posted in fiction, this is a true story from last weekend.

I've organized a few hotel gangbangs for bottoms. My favorite hotel is Marriott Marquis. Centrally located in Times Square, though it is annoying to walk through all the tourist traffic. No key is needed to get to the rooms. You can go right from street level to the floor. I post on Craigslist and BBRT. After awhile of doing this I have my own contacts that I email directly inviting them. I stay away from PNP during the party. If tops want to come a little partied, fine but nothing in the room. I stay in the room to help the bottom answer door, watch their stuff (any valuables should not be in plain sight) and stay at a good distance to give the guys their fun.

Breeders Market – Time to Go Home to Deacon: Deacon’s body glistened in a sheen of sweat as his gigantic, long, black dick twitched and continued to pulse out his toxic load inside my shredded ass. His unholy shaft was coated in cum - cum from Lionel, Remy, Gabe and the others who had fucked me all day Saturday and that morning – as well as the ass juice, blood, and his own load. I had only been back at the mansion in Dupont for about 10 minutes before Deacon had ripped open my ass and reminded me in his booming voice, “I AM YOUR SIRE, I AM YOUR AIDS LORD AND PRINCE DU SANG, YOU ARE MY COVENANT AS MADE THROUGH BLOOD AND SACRIFICE - I NEED YOU.” Deacon leaned over me, his breath hot on my skin as I ran my fingers along the scars and tattoos on his sinister looking face, while his black eyes bore into my very core. His gaze held mine, and while I knew our bond allowed him to sense me, and what I was feeling, it now felt like he could also ‘see’ into my mind and recall my memories at will like they were his own. His body was on mine, his scent surrounded me, his charged load stoked my guts like coal in a furnace, yet suddenly I was back in the Breeders Market reliving the past week anew. Every pain, every rough fuck, every drug-fueled abuse, soothed and fed Deacon now and the memories cascaded faster and faster like a runaway train. Suddenly the brakes were applied, my mind screamed as the brakes on the rails halted the train and Deacon slowed the memories to near normal speed, back to that morning – back to Lionel and my final hours at the Breeders Market. Saturday had been a day of extremes as Lionel – my Soulja Lover – had my ass used and abused by every Stallion, thug, and nasty big dicked man he could find, sometimes two at a time as he wanted my ass open and gaping when he sent me back to Deacon. The breeding and seeding of my hole continued all Saturday night, and while the many drugs Lionel gave me kept me awake for most of it, in the pre-dawn hours of Sunday morning I finally passed out from total exhaustion. I awoke to a series of sharp pains in my arm, slowly turned my head, and through the slits of my eyes saw one of Lionel’s men shooting me up with something as Lionel stood behind him, stroking his own dick and grinning like a cat who just caught a mouse. “SLUT!” Lionel said with joy in his voice. He set the blunt he was smoking in the ashtray by the bed, pushed his man aside, blew his smoke into my face and as I coughed and choked he rolled me over, snapped his collar with the chain on it around my neck and pulled me back as he slid with ease into my open ass. “AWW FUCK BABY. DADDY LOVES THAT HOLE. SO WET, WET, WET. YOU MADE DADDY SO PROUD YOU FUCKING CUM WHORE!” I could only groan as Lionel worked his big dick around my sloppy hole, and moaned as he quickly yanked it out, grabbed my face, and snarled, “LICK IT CLEAN!” His dick was coated in skank and god knows what and smelled awful and tasted worse and when I tried to turn up my nose and turn away, he held my head tight until I did as ordered. Once he was satisfied, Lionel said, “Get up, we got things to do before I send you home, but first, my man here gets to give you the first nut of the morning.” Lionel left the bedroom and I sighed in pleasure as the guy who had shot me up dropped into my hole and began to pound me furiously, eager to breed me. With a fresh load in my ass, I stumbled out into the living room and stood beside Lionel who was sitting on the couch, on the phone with one of his Lieutenants as he stared intently at one of the security screens. I paid no mind to what he was looking at as I rubbed his muscled shoulders and then jumped a little as he shoved three fingers of his left hand up my sloppy hole, then smiled as his quickly licked his coated fingers clean, smacking his lips and savoring the ass honey. “You my white bitch? Just pussy chasing this black snake,” Lionel said as he set the phone down and began stroking his ever-hard dick with his right hand. “I miss that dick daddy,” I said as I straddled his legs, pushed him back on the couch, and as I dropped down on it said “Make it red, red, daddy.” I bounced up and down on Lionel’s dick as hard as I could and could not get enough. I needed it deeper, harder, and as I rode him the shortness of our hours left together was crushing my heart like an avalanche. I could see in Lionel’s eyes he felt the same. His dark brown eyes danced with hunger and desire, yet he did not smile and as his load of babies ran down my leg, he reached up and unlatched the collar and chain from my neck. I rubbed my neck with my right hand and paused as Lionel pushed me back a step, knelt before me, leaned his head against my body and wrapped his arms around me to hold me tight. I rubbed my hands over his head, his taught shoulders, and could feel him shake with emotion. When he finally looked up at me, the look on his face broke my heart as even though the collar and chain he had wrapped around my neck so often this past week was now on the floor beside him, I knew he was offering to wear it for me. No man is easy or simple to understand, yet in that moment we both knew we would always be linked in our own way and would always serve each other, love each other, and mark each other. Lionel smiled, he leaned back a little then stood up, and I followed him into the bedroom. This was a fuck of unending emotions that overwhelmed us both – need, desire, lust, sadness – a love. Lionel was like a giant black raven whose talons were buried in his latest find of carrion flesh, never wanting to let go. We were lost in our love making when suddenly my vision blacked, unholy pain slammed through my head as a voice boomed, “COME. I’M WAITING!” I grabbed the sides of my head, rolled off Lionel, and curled into a ball. I could hear Lionel hollering my name and trying to figure out what happened, but his voice was like a whisper drowned by the thunder of a summer storm as the words in my head echoed, and rang. Finally it eased and I was unable to unclench my body and as my eyes slowly opened Lionel’s face showed fear, concern, and a “What the fuck!” expression as he sat beside me. I managed to push myself up on one arm and noticed my tatts from Deacon were glowing bright, pulsing, dancing. My face was wet and sticky and when I wiped it, my hand came away red – damn a bloody nose! It took me a moment to catch my breath and in the meantime, Lionel had grabbed a wet towel and something for me to drink. I was then able to say, “Deacon. He’s here. In DC. That – what just happened was him. Him reaching out. Fuck! I need to tell him to ease up when he does that. Shit! Or just use the fucking phone!” Lionel let out a long breath of relief, chuckled, lit up a blunt and with a slightly shaky hand passed it to me. “You know that shit is scary right? That shit’s not right. Is it always like that with him?” I shrugged, “Sort of I guess, but we’re still figuring it out.” Several drags later the blunt was done, and I was back on Lionel’s dick. I was dirty and had not showered in days and reeked of cum, piss, spit, and man sweat, but somehow it was appropriate. I held in the morning’s cum in my ass as I took a quick piss and brushed my teeth and damped down my hair. Now it was time for my final inspection of COVENANT in DC, our headquarters on the East Coast that was the center of our drug operations and the Breeders Market. Unlike the past several days when Lionel kept me mostly naked with nothing but a collar on, he now led me to a table that had several large, black boxes on it. I smiled as he lifted the lid off each one, tore the tissue away like a child on Christmas morning, and held up his gifts for me – an outfit befitting his AIDs Lord. Lionel looked on with a satisfied gleam as I worked my way into the black leather pants, which sat so low on my hips the top of my ass crack showed, but they fit like a glove, as did the high, shit-kicker black boots. The pullover shirt was leather as well, but it had no sleeves so my tatts from Deacon showed, and it was cut with a taper in the back so with every step by biohazard tatt peeked out. Lionel then stood behind me and placed around my neck a series of large, interlinked gold chains that was almost like a collar or mantle. The chains draped across the top of my chest and in its center was large biohazard symbol in blood red enamel, outlined in diamonds – mirroring the brand embedded on our Mares’ foreheads and the Stallions’ torsos. Lionel stepped back, smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “I like it,” he said full of self-satisfaction as he crossed his arms. “What does one get a god? Or king? Or AIDs Lord? You know they don’t have fucking Hallmark cards for that at the drugstore.” We both laughed. I looked at myself in the mirror and he was right. It was a good look. Lionel looked concerned as I walked to the door to his suite, opened it, and two of the guards came in with another set of boxes, set them down on the table, and left. I nodded, indicating Lionel should open them up, starting with the smallest one on top. He was clearly surprised and intrigued, and when he opened the box he was confused. In the box was a gold collar with a biohazard symbol hanging from the chains similar to mine. There were only half as many chains and the biohazard symbol was smaller, but the effect was still impressive. I picked it up, Lionel kneeled, I placed it around his neck, bent down and kissed him, then said, “Your men did not betray your surprise. I overheard you earlier in the week and thought that as an AIDs Lord now in your own right, you deserved a token of that office. Once you decide on what your symbol will be, that can be added, but for now, this will suffice.” Lionel ran his fingers over the diamonds, the biohazard symbol, the chains, and looked up me with more love, affection, and commitment than I had ever known. The rest of the boxes contained an outfit matching my own, and once Lionel was dressed, we were ready. As we stepped out of his suite, Lionel’s guards took one look at us and realized this was an occasion for respect, honor, and dedication. They escorted us to the Stockyard in the Breeders Market where all of the men who were marked as the Stallions, Mares, and Stable Masters were in two, long rows - my own little toxic army standing in formation. Everyone in the room was silent as they stared at Lionel and I in our new outfits and gold collars marking our status. To add to the effect I was able to close my eyes briefly and open my link to Deacon, which caused the tattoos on my arms to flare bright, making many of them gasp in shock and wonder. We slowly walked forward and inspected our troops. The Stable Masters with their heads bowed, legs spread wide, hands clasped in front with chains wrapped around their fists. The Mares were on the ends of each chain, kneeling prostate with their branded forehead touching the floor. Some of them would clearly not last long as my virus ravaged them, but all knew the sacrifice. The Stallions were all down on one knee, their right hands in a fist on their chest, their own brands on their torsos red and angry. They were all bound to me. Honored me. Served me. I was a Prince du Sange, a Prince of the Blood. Deacon was my god, my king, but COVENANT was my kingdom, and my blood was our warrior’s weapon through which we brought untold infection to the world. Also in attendance were all of Lionel’s Lieutenants; D from the garage and his new boy, the Kid; my old fuck mates Dwayne and Malcolm; and more and while they did not bow, their lustful leers were an honor all its own. I walked slowly down one side of the Stockyard and back up the other. I paused in front of a Stallion and two Mares chained to him, who all looked severely wasted - sick. Lionel commented how they had quickly realized there was a premium demand for Stallions and Mares with that wasted-AIDS look and he had also taken to making premium cost DVDs of them fucking and being fucked, so that even when their bodies failed, their service would live on. Yet other Stallions and Mares seemed to flourish with my toxic venom inside them and handled their conversations like nectar from the gods, which it was. They were a new species really, mutated to be true cum hounds, sluts, pigs, and dick snakes spitting AIDs venom. I stumbled a little as we neared the end of our final tour, the thrumming in my head from Deacon was getting worse. It was time to go. Lionel and his guards escorted me to our van and motorcade but I had one final request, which one of the guards quickly ran back to fulfill. A severe winter storm had rolled into the city, but that did not stop our royal progress of armed thugs, tricked out SUVs, and me in the middle inside Lionel’s van. I had been stripped once again and over the sounds of the music, and through the haze of the strongest blunts we had, the echo of flesh on flesh filled the van. Lionel had given me another load and as I slid off his dick, my final request was waiting – Gabe and Remy – the brothers who were now both Stallions and who had been double dicking me the day before. I needed to prepare for Deacon and wanted to feel totally open and gaping for him. Gabe was laying on the floor, with me riding his dick as Remy got behind me. The moving van made him miss the mark twice before he found a hold and forced his way inside me. Two gigantic dicks raping my ass as Lionel fed me his cock, alternating hits to the blunt, I was in heaven! The van slowed to a halt and I knew we were out of time. “CUM IN ME NOW! BREED ME! RAPE ME!” I ordered Gabe and Remy. They both heaved, moaned, and unleashed a ******* of brotherly jizz into my torn up ass. Lionel then held my head firm as he unloaded his bladder down my throat, his dark piss warming me up, and when he was done, he gingerly wiped my lips with the last few drops, then helped ease me off the brothers’ dicks. I gasped as the pain flooded through me and while I could hear voices outside getting louder and louder, they could wait. Lionel dug out a bag, let me hit some lines, coated his fingers and rammed them up my ass, then let me ease down onto his hardening dick to ensure the drugs and cum were deep inside me. The cold January air rushed into the van as the door slid open, making me shiver and moan and goosebumps invaded my flesh. Lionel’s crew were standing in front of the door, guns drawn, as I saw my bodyguard, Captain Fontaine, push his way between them then stop and stare as he saw what was happening. –Lionel laughed, “Just a little nutt for the road,” which made Fontaine’s face red with anger. Lionel then yelled as loud as he could as he wanted Fontaine to hear, “You going to miss this big black dick aren’t you? Tell me? Tell Daddy how much you miss him already? Banging you out slut!” Lionel pounded my ass several more times before he shot and said, “Stay right where you are.” He untangled our bodies as Gabe and Remy quickly took his place, one fighting over the other to get back inside my cummy hole. Lionel pulled his pants up, climbed out of the van, two of his guards climbed in and closed the door behind him. I was warm once more and my ass was sloshing with cum as Gabe fucked me while Remy was left stroking his dick in need. I could hear Fontaine’s voice getting louder and Lionel telling him to step the fuck off, they was not done with me yet. While they continued to argue the brothers gave me one last fuck and a load each. I snorted some lines, hit another blunt, and with cum streaming out of my hole stumbled out of the van. Lionel grabbed me, hugged me close, gave me a long, slow, passionate kiss, and held my head as he looked down in my eyes and said, “I’m here baby when you want me.” He then reached into the van, grabbed my new outfit and tossed it at Fontaine who missed the catch. Lionel then placed my new gold chain/collar around my neck – his gift marking my status – and while I shivered in the cold, sadly watched as he stepped into the van, closed the door, and the motorcade pulled away. Jonas my butler and aide tried to drape a winter coat over me and ask me what I needed, but Fontaine was having none of it and pulled me into the house, yanked his pants down and pushed me face down onto the stairs in the grand foyer and barked at the servants to get the fuck out. “Jesus fucking Christ” he said as he fingered at my hole. “You’re full of their cum and what did they do you? Clean as a beaver!” He pulled the chin off my head and tossed it to the side, wrapped his hands around my throat, entered me rough banging my knees on the stairs as he slam fucked my cum filled hole, swearing, and within literally seconds bred me. I stood up, turned and he then saw my foreskin ring and shook his head. Then his eyes bulged when he saw my gift from Lionel – in big black letters across my torso was a still red and fresh tattoo that said soulja’s lover. Captain Fontaine spat, “That’s it – you and I are going to spend some time my way, you understand me? Ol’Fontaine needs to flush your guts out with some right thick southern nutt and I got just the boys to help me out, so you just wait, I will get mine.” I tried to sooth him but crumpled to the floor under the onslaught of Deacon’s need, “COME TO ME NOW!” Fontaine understood as my tatts flared bright, my body shook, so he helped me start up the stairs. I pushed him away. I had to do this on my own and looked back at his sad, hurt eyes as I used all my strength to push through the pain to make it to Deacon. I opened the door to my suite. I could sense him all around me now and through the double doors down the hall a monster shadow emerged and the floor vibrated with every step as Deacon slowly walked towards me. “I am THE DEACON. I need you – I NEED YOU!!” his deep voice rumbled and filled the hall, literally shaking the light fixtures. Deacon was a giant, literally, and stood at least 7 feet tall, and must have weighed about 320 pounds if not more. He was muscular, but not a bodybuilder; thick, but not a bear; fairly hairless, including a bald head, but his chest was covered nicely and he had a trimmed mustache and goatee. Deacon’s arms were thick and long ending in massively huge hands, his legs were wide and thick like tree trunks, and on his whole body his veins popped and pulsed. Deacon’s skin seemed to shift from dark coal black, to light mocha. He was also covered in tattoos that ran down his legs, his arms, they were on his chest and torso, across his shoulders and up his neck. His tattoos also seemed to shift and change colors and move. Every step closer to me that Deacon took made me focus on his huge dick! With each step his legs parted, his massive dick swung side-to-side slapping his lower thighs. His meat was thick, heavy and as long as my forearm and hand combined, with a head like an apple – a blunt instrument of war – a club of death. His dick was pushed forward by a set of balls that each were large, round, and full of cum. The skin of his dick was dark black, he was uncut and the skin hung a good two to three inches past the end of the head forming a long V-point of flesh. There was a small forest of dark hair making a nightly halo around the shaft of his dick and coating his balls. I couldn’t breath. My heart raced, my whole body tensed, and my tatts once again flared to life, brighter, fuller, and when I looked at Deacon in the glow created by his own tatts flaring, I could see his eyes full of need and desire, as well as glints of silver all over his body. Deacon now had large piercings in each nipple, thick, silver rings. His dick was wrapped in a long shaft of silver, with small spikes and ridges. A rope of silver outlined the muscles on each arm and his legs and a thick chain hung around his neck. Who or what was Deacon? He was a colossus, like a god of the ancients – my god – I needed him and he needed me to worship, to suffer, so serve him. His unholy pestilence coursed through me and yet now, in that way, I was superior to him as I was the only being ever able to survive his viral strain, and then I had taken it, made it my own, and thrived. Even in the warmth of the mansion I began to shake. Deacon was now in front of me, his whole body quivered as he reached out to touch me. He looked down at me and his voice again boomed through the hall, and my head, “Was it worth it? Is he worth it?” “Yes,” I replied. He nodded. That was all he needed. “I can smell your virus has mutated – good,” he almost purred like a giant lion lying content in the sun. His tatts glowed brighter, yet somehow Deacon seemed, dimmer, less, like something was missing. Deacon knew what I was thinking. He hung his head and shook it slowly side to side as if not understanding his own words. “You have been away too long, I did not know with our bond that I needed you now, need to feed of you, your pain, your body, united by my seed. Your absence has made me – weak. I have never been weak before, and I do not like THIS!” Deacon smashed a hole in the wall as his fist vented his frustration. I did not move, Deacon would not hurt me like that. He sighed, then ran his massive hands gently over my body, inspecting me, tracing the soulja’s lover tattoo on my abdomen that was a gift from Lionel, the foreskin piercing given to me by the Richmond men, the burns, the bite marks. “You continue to be marked as you move along the path you and I have created. These are your choices to keep or not, I do not mind, however, know this, nothing will mark you like I have and nothing can erase me from you. Now it is time for me to renourish myself on your pain. You have been gone too long and I had not realized how intertwined we now were. I was able to sense your pleasure and pain through our bond, and while that helped, there is nothing that strengthens me more than to feel your body quiver in fear and agony under me, or your blood running down my thighs as I rip you open.” Even as he spoke Deacon’s gargantuan dick grew, engorged with blood and his virus. The metal casing along the shaft expanded unnaturally and I was suddenly afraid of what was to come. Deacon reached down, lifted me in the air, and in one fluid motion impaled me on his apple sized dick head. With all of the fucking my ass had taken I was fully open and the end of his dick slid inside me as the cum from Remy, Gabe, and Lionel streamed out. Soon the blood began to flow too as the spikes and ridges on the metal shaft casing found their mark and gouged my insides like the furrows in a freshly plowed field. My screams of pain now filled the hall as Deacon easily carried me back to the bed, every step bouncing me deeper on the metal shaft casing. I could tell Deacon was losing control now. His hunger, his need was all consuming and I was once again the sacrifice required. He dropped me forward onto the bed and crushed me beneath the full weight of his body. He bellowed as a beast of the wild as he withdrew his wet dick from my ass and the silver shaft casing fell away, letting me see that the ridges and spikes were not only on the outside but the inside too, so his own skin was cut, gouged, and bloody. The smell of our bodies raw was beyond what he could handle and Deacon lost all control, slamming himself inside me, raping me without mercy, shattering me body, mind, and soul. Later I would learn that as Deacon sated his needs with me upstairs, Captain Fontaine had sat at the bottom of the stairs, feeling torn at what to do. Part of him knew he had to obey orders and serve his masters, yet another part began to question in his mind, “Maybe I was truly meant to protect him from Deacon. Just listen to the screams of pain. Maybe that was my job. Yes. And I know the one man who might just be able to help – Uncle Jack – and maybe find Baker the ex-body guard too, yeah Puppy always had a thing for him.” Also later Deacon and I would learn that his loss of control had far flung and unforeseen consequences. Everyone who was sired by me was affected in some way when Deacon lost control and shattered me – physically and mentally with his assault. The more direct the siring process was between me and them, the greater the effect. The Breeders Market in SE DC was thrown into chaos as Mares screamed, Stallions collapsed, and Lionel and many of his men dropped in agony. Our blood bond was strong, and more than just my virus had been given. Just as Deacon and I were connected, so now too were all of those I sired and in the months to come many would be lost as I fought to find a way to block and control that connection. While Deacon used and abused my body, Lionel too groaned in pain, yet now he truly understood what I had sacrificed, endured, given to become his AIDs Lord, and he loved me even more. But for now, Deacon was done reaping the harvest of my memories. His famine was fed, he could now focus on the pure needs of the flesh and his long, black dick hardened anew as he lifted my legs back, spread my hole wide, and slammed into my wet and waiting ass as I begged him to fuck me deeper. TO READ THE BACKGROUND STORIES OF DEACON, THE BREEDER’S MARKET, AND THE REST, PLEASE SEE: Dr Mike – Biohazard or Healer? - https://breeding.zone/threads/13078-Dr-Mike-–-biohazard-and-healer-–-Part-1-–-The-First-Office-Visit?highlight=dr.+mike Dr Mike – The Sire Chronicles - https://breeding.zone/threads/15014-Dr-Mike-–-The-Sire-Chronicles-The-Final-Chapters?highlight=dr.+mike Uncle Jack Attacks - https://breeding.zone/threads/16657-Uncle-Jack-attacks-Chapter-1-–-The-Kidnap?highlight=deacon

Plus a new character -- SETH, an angelic-looking kid with a filthy imagination -- who's just finishing up his freshman year in college... ...and who's totally addicted to his stepdad's cum.

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

Part V While he hung there taking ragged gasps of air around his gag, I reached down and started peeling off his white cotton shirt I had put on when I went outside to move his motorcycle. It was damp with my sweat, making to cling to my torso as it reluctantly came loose. As I pulled it over my head, I drank in the smell of his musk mixing with mine with a deep, slow breath. Perhaps it was my imagination, but the smell of the sweat pouring off of him now seemed richer and deeper, infused with all the overload of hormones being pumped into his system by the fear, pain, and pleasure. Tossing away the now dirty shirt, I reached down and began unbuttoning my jeans. The front of the faded jeans were soaked a deep blue with precum, as pulse after pulse of my sap had flowed out of my slit every time he had twisted in his chains in pain and moaned through his gag with pleasure. The button seemed to pop off like the bolt to a battered cage, as my steel hard dick fought to get free. Tugging my jeans down, a blast of scent from my sweat and precum permeated the room, and my helpless stud again began to move, involuntarily responding to the smell like a bloodhound following a trail. My cock and balls were slick with a thick coat of slime, and I felt the cool air hit the puddle plastered down my thighs as the jeans fell completely and I kicked them away. Finally free, my cock flexed a stretching predator, and I felt its hunger to impale the prey hanging before it like an aching need. I crouched down on the balls of my feet, with his limp head hanging between my folded legs. I reached down with both hands and grasped two handfuls of his damp hair, and slowly pulled his head back until he could face me. Still trying to recover from his denied orgasm, he tried to shake some sense into his head and concentrate his eyes on me. I waited until he was finally able to focus before I began. I wanted him to fully understand everything that was about to happen to him. I smiled as I looked down at him and said, “That’s what I like to see, a bitch in heat.” I saw a small spark of anger pushed through the confusion and pain, and I had to laugh at how even now he still hadn’t completely surrendered. It would make the inevitable that much sweeter in the end. I pushed his head down to face my crotch, I said in a low voice, “And like a cumslut you’re going to get fucked bare.” I could feel the fear beginning to return, as he confirmed my suspicion that I was going to be the first to ravage his virgin ass. At this realization, an involuntary flex from my cock pushed out another bead of precum, and he watched as it pooled at the exposed head before flowing down my shaft. “There is something else you should know before I tear you open. I’m positive.” His head and chest tried to lunge away from my pulsing cock, as if a venomous snake had appeared inches from his face. I tightened my grip, and forced his head to remain between my legs, and his fear flooded back through him almost as strong as before. His muscles, exhausted from his endless flailing and aching from being pulled and pressured into painful positions, could only weakly sway as he tried to will his body away from my poison-oozing sword. He began to whimper in terror as his worst nightmares were coming true. A thrill ran through me as I pulled his head closer and closer to my cock, and it seemed to bounce and flow like a salivating beast desperately stretching for its defenseless and trapped prey that was just out of reach. As I pulled him closer and closer, his whimpers became squeals as his fear penetrated deeper and deeper, prying loose the seal on the mindless terror he had experienced when he first woken up. I paused and held him on the brink, watching his bound muscles struggle without coherence to try anything and get free. After reveling in his fear, I finally relaxed my grip and let him ease away from shaft. Again, I pulled his head up so he could look at my face. “You ARE getting fucked bare tonight, and nothing you do is going to stop that. But, I am going to give you a chance not to get charged.” His body froze, and he waited without breathing for me to continue. I almost laughed at his desperation, knowing that he would do anything to escape from the hell he had awoken to. Everything to come became so much sweeter when they saw the false ray of hope that could set them free. They never realized that their own desperation was the only tool that would accomplish what nothing else I inflicted could, and be what permanently broke them into my personal fucktoys. “I’m going to give you one chance to leave here clean tonight. We are going to have a little competition while I am fucking you, with one rule that’s very easy to understand.” I kept staring into his eyes, and I don’t think he had ever been as focused as he was now in his entire life. “If I have to cum first, then I will make sure I pull out and not shoot my charged load inside you. I’m also going to give you something to loosen you up, since I know this is your first time. I’ll still be fucking you bare, so the more you struggle and resist, the bigger the risk I might tear something back there. As you noticed, I leak quite a lot, so there is no guarantee you won’t get infected. It’s not a sure thing, but this is the best chance you’ve got. Understand?” He quickly nodded, determined to cling to his false hope. “But, if you cum first like a real bottom whore, then I am going to fuck you hard. I’m going to tear you raw until you bleed and then grind load after load inside you. I’ll use you all night until you are begging for my dirty cum. I will own you, and use you for whatever I want to get off.” Another wave of fear spread across his body, and I could see the fear and desperate hope burning in his eyes. “I’ll even promise not to cheat and play with your cock while I fuck you. A big stud like you shouldn’t have any trouble not cumming from having a dick up his ass. I’m sure the pain will also help.” I could see his hope build through the fear, as he was sure that it was impossible for him to cum if no one was pleasuring his massive dick. “Now, let’s get started, shall we? I wouldn’t want you stuck here all night.” I let go of his hair, and slowly stood up from my crouch. If he had been able to pry his attention from my dick when he was thrashing to get away, he might have noticed the tattoos I had on each of my quads. Printed in small black text down both legs was a list of names. Each one had been just like him, an apex predator who roamed into my reach. I had made each of them the same offer that I just made to him. But, even if he had been able to ask, I wouldn’t have told him how many had won the challenge, as it would completely remove the hope I had just planted. With the final barrier ready to be breached, I walked back around his bound body, dragging my hand along his quivering limbs. As I approached his exposed ass and stopped, I saw his powerful glutes involuntarily clench and release over and over again, with his trembling rosebud flashing in and out of sight. I reached down and began to slowly pump my painful erection and spread my dirty sap all over my shaft as my personal lube. I knew I wouldn’t need any assistance keeping my venomous fang hard all night as I fucked the virgin demigod in front of me. I finally stepped forward and pushed my slid throbbing cock deep into his valley.

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

Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 3 – A New Slut is Born and Bred “Rape me with their cum.” Lionel snarled, tore my jeans off me and mounted me hard and deep right there on the floor, yanking the chain to my collar with his right hand as his left arm circled around my neck. Lionel then flipped me on my back, my legs up wide. Lionel was on top of me with his heart beating through both our chests, matching time to mine, his sweat coating me as he cupped his hands under each of my ass cheeks pulling my hole apart so he could dig up in me as he angled his legs wide for leverage to go extra deep. Several minutes later Lionel was laying on his back, breathing hard, a big smile on his face, with me laying beside him on the floor, half resting on his chest. I tapped his chest said, “Now I am in you too,” as I smiled. We were walking back to Lionel’s office when one of his crew came running up and said, “Boss, you better get down back.” The armed guards took lead, Lionel and I followed, down to the back loading bay at the back of the warehouse. D, the warehouse operations/garage manager was yelling at some Kid, pacing in anger back and forth like a lion before the kill, while two of his guys held the struggling Kid tight. Suddenly one of the guys lost his grip and the Kid took a swing at D. His fist was wide of the mark, but D growled, and raised his right fist to take the Kid out. “DON’T, take it easy man,” Lionel’s voice said, cutting through the confusion. It took D second to drop his fist once he saw us, his neck muscles still straining as the Kid fought to get away. While I had questions, this was Lionel’s house, so I let him speak. “So man,” he said to D, “What’s all the fuss?” “Caught this little fucker here in back stealing shit. Parts for our trucks. Not the first time I’ve seen him lurking around. I had explained to him the error of his ways and suggested we had some work out in the STOCKYARD he might be good for with that sweet little ass of his. We were just about to teach him a lesson.” I looked at the Kid who had now stopped struggling and just stood there, his eyes wide, his nipples clearing showing in the cold through his t-shirt, his toes poking out of the holes in his sneakers, and his jeans looking so dirty they could stand on their own. Lionel stepped close to him and said, “What’s your name son?” At first the Kid sneered, looked Lionel up and down until Lionel took another step closer. The Kid shook a little, looked at the floor and said, “They call me the Candy Man.” D laughed and said, “Why? Because you steal Skittles and shit?” The Kid sneered as he grabbed his crotch, “No fucka, cause I got this big black slab a candy right here!” Lionel followed my eyes to the Kid’s bulge. “How old are you Kid?” he asked. “Old enough to be on my grind. I’m a straight up grimey hood, and I don’t go for no fag shit,” the Kid spat out as he started to struggle again. Lionel snarled in return and took another step closer, his whole body tensing up, and suddenly the Kid broke loose and ran out the garage door. “Take this off – now,” I said to Lionel. He cocked his head in question, looked at D, then back me, then stepped back to me, unhooked my collar and I took after the Kid. I only had a t-shirt on too and the cold January air hit me like a hammer. I got out to the street, turned left, nothing, turned right and saw him, now at a jog, but picking up his pace as soon as he turned and me. I started running fast as I could and slowly started to gain on the Kid. He banked, ran down an alley close the Metro stop and I followed. I got to the middle of the alley and did not see him and stopped and looked around. There were fresh sneaker prints in the snow off to the right, so I slowly walked in between two warehouses. I found the Kid sitting on a loading dock, his knees up to his chest, shaking, crying. The sound of my boots on the snow made him look up and his eyes were wide and wild with fear like a wild horse about to be saddled for the first time, scared, confused, not sure what to do. My eyes met his and our gazes locked as I continued to step closer, slowly. He was breathing hard, panting cold white bursts into the winter air. I gently reached out and touched his bare arm that was covered in goose bumps, he flinched, but did not pull away. “No one ever came after me before,” he said as his whole body relaxed, his shoulders dropped, he sighed, then leaned against my body, giving up on running, ready to be saddled and led. He was shaking hard now even though his sobs had subsided. The Kid was so skinny, no wonder he was shaking. I gripped his forearm hard and said, “I know what it is like to want to run. To be afraid. To deny who you are or what you want. Look, I don’t know, or what your story is, but I’m willing to listen – someplace warm if you don’t mind – and while you tell me we can get you warmed up, something to eat, and then if you feeling cool, we can party, drink, and have some fun. What do you say?” The Kid just shook his head, so I pulled him off the dock, gave him a big reassuring hug, and started walking back to COVENANT. I had gone a good 10 feet and the Kid still just stood there, so I turned, “You coming? I bet we got more kinds of drugs and shit than you can imagine.” He perked up at that and with his arms across his chest to fight the cold caught up to me and together we walked back to COVENANT. We entered back through the garage where D looked at me with surprise and question all over his face. I smiled and said, “This is D. I think you two maybe got off on the wrong foot. D this is Candy Man. Shake hands and welcome him to COVENANT and if you don’t mind, we are going to chill and hang out a bit, maybe in your office if you can have some hot food, liquor and some good drugs sent up and let Lionel know will you?” D just nodded as I escorted the Kid back to D’s office, which was a refuge of warmth and depravity to come. D joined us in a minute, sat his desk, pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam and offered it to the Kid, who gladly took a long slug. For me, one of D’s crew soon showed up with a plate of Tina, some beer, and sandwiches for the Kid and some 420 for D. I cleared a few lines while D lit up his joint, shared it with the Kid, and turned on his big screen TV set to play a straight porn vid, black on white gang bang. We didn’t talk about anything in particular and the more D and the Kid smoked, the more relaxed both became and soon they seemed like old pals. We did find out the Kid was homeless, no real family, had bounced in and out of the system for years. The Kid got up to use the bathroom and while he was gone, D hauled out his big, sweaty dick and said, “Come suck on this.” I stood up, took my pants off, set my boots to the side, got in front of D and started to slurp on his dick. D was feeling rough and was pushing my head down hard onto his dick, making me gag and choke as the Kid walked back in and D said, “Don’t worry man, he likes it. He’s a good slut for black dick, ain’t you?” I could not even mumble as D continued to choke me on his cock. The Kid said, “Umm, maybe I should go. I….” D laughed, “I can tell from that bulge you got going on that the last thing you want to do is go. Just because you fuck a sweet hole does not make you a fag. When you’re horny and pussy is there, you jump up in it! Know what I mean? Now I got him held here good, so why don’t you drop some of that lube from the bottle there onto that pink hole and fuck this pussy. Let me tell you, this is some damn good pussy. Come on Candy Man, show me what you get. Let’s see if you know how to tear up a hole.” D let me off his dick to catch my breath as the Kid said, “Hmm, you got a condom or something.?” D laughed hard, and replied, “Kid, you will not find a condom anywhere around here. We are down and dirty and TRUE GRIMEY HOOD RATS here, more than you can imagine and trust me, this slut wants the cum, don’t you.” I smiled, turned to the Kid and said, “It’s the only way to take dick, raw,” and went back to sucking D’s dick. The Kid tentatively got undressed, making D whistle and say to me, “Whoo-ee he’s a big one. You are going to enjoy this, now open that fucking throat.” I opened my throat wide, the Kid fingered my hole, and I pushed my ass back. I felt him squirt some cum on my ass, then the head of his dick against my hole, hesitating, not quite sure what to do. “Come on Kid,” D urged him, “Fuck that ass, or do you want me to show you how?” That did the trick as the Kid pushed his dick in. It was a good length and average girth and my ass clenched down on it, wanting to feel every bit of raw skin. The Kid grabbed my hips, started thrusting faster, and soon was breeding my ass with his young spunk. As he pulled out, D pushed me off his dick, got behind me and slam fucked me making me cry out. His girth was always a killer and he liked to hear me beg for his nasty dick, so I did and he soon seeded me too. We took a break, did some more drugs, and this time, D said he laced their joint with some shit, so soon the Kid was fucking high out of his mind and grabbing at D’s dick. D looked at me and said, “It’s time.” So as D guided the Kid’s head onto his dick, I got behind the Kid and worked a finger coated with Tina up his hole. It felt virgin to me and while I am not expert top by any means, the boy was super tight and his ass ring squeezed and fought and fought some more. D said, “What do you want Candy Man? Tell me? You want to suck Daddy’s dick? Huh? Yeah? Good boy. What else? Does that feel good in your ass? Fuck yeah, you acting like a real good cock slut ain’t he?” I nodded as I worked two fingers in his hole and started digging at his gut walls to prepare him for my gift. D continued, “Tell me what you want Kid? Want some dick raping that hole? Huh? You want it? You want some of that AIDs cum he’s going to give you don’t you? Huh? Tell me Kid.” D slapped his face hard and said, “TELL ME THE FUCK NOW YOU WANT YOUR ASS RAPED AND YOU WANT HIS AIDS CUM.” The Kid’s whole body was shaking and quivering and his head lolled a bit side to side, but he pulled of D’s dick to say, “FUCK ME, RAPE ME, I NEED TO BE FUCKED, PLEASE, ANYTHING, I WANT YOUR CUM, YOUR DIRTY DIRTY AIDS CUM.” D laughed, leaned forward and slapped my shoulder and said, “The deal is done and when you finish, may I keep him? He asked to be raped and I plan to give him a night he will never forget.” I nodded as I held my coated fingers out for D to taste and as he pushed the Kid’s mouth back onto his dick with his left hand and held his shoulder firm with his right, I took out my foreskin piercing, set it on the table, spread the Kid’s hole and slammed balls deep. My dick is not that big, but big enough for a virgin hole to make him jump, squeal like a stuck pig, and try to run. But where could he go? D now had his head held with both hands choking the Kid on his thick dick while I fucked his raw ass. Seeing D in action with someone else made me a little jealous, but at the same time made me excited and within just a few strokes I told him to take my cum while his own dick started to unload on the floor, his last negative load. I pulled all the way out and shoved back in a few times to make sure my load took and stayed inside of him as I felt his guts spasm and the telltale signs that my infection was rapidly spreading. D pushed the Kid off his dick and turned him so he could lick me clean. I put my foreskin ring back in, and looked at the Kid who was now sweating and shaking from the drugs and my infection. I told D, “He may not have long before you need to take him to medical. You know what my breeding direct like that can do. So watch him.” D just nodded as he picked the Kid up, dropped him on the couch, threw the Kids legs back, and stuck his face in his hole making the Kid beg louder and louder to be fucked. I closed the office and began walking through the garage back to the main building. As I did, the Kid’s screams of pain began to echo through the garage as the rape he asked for truly began. I made my way back up to the apartment and decided it was time for a short nap. I had barely felt like I had slept at all when I felt three thick fingers exploring my hole, sniffing, then Lionel say, “Christ, fucking worthless slut - you just are not happy unless you loaded with fresh spunk are you. You just stay like that. I got business to take care of, but will come back for some of that cum filled ass in a bit.” My dick was hard thinking about Lionel fucking me, then remembering the echoes of the Kid’s screams as D raped him, and that pang of jealousy hit me again as I drifted off as a new slut had been born and bred that night in COVENANT. Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 4 – K9 in the House! Some old friends come for a visit

Breeder’s Market Day 4: Richmond Leather Daddies – Cum load number three was dripping out of my hole as D, the guy who managed our warehouse operations, told the next guy in line to get it hard and stick it in or move the fuck out of the way. My line of sight was somewhat hindered as Lionel had me collared and chained and the end of the chain was now looped through a big eye-hook in the side of the garage wall. Lionel laughed as he had left me there saying he was not taking any chances of me wandering off again. Through the frost on the windows, I could see Lionel standing outside in the large parking lot behind COVENANT waiting for the Richmond guys to arrive. While we waited, D had shown up with several of the young guys who worked with him in the garage and he decided what Lionel did not know, did not hurt him, so he immediately had pulled my pants down and let his boys start their cum train. While they waited their turn, his boys were smoking some intense drugs, and the smoke hung low in the cold air of the garage making waves of hazy white dance around us. Even though the garage section we were in was not fully heated, I was sweating from the mixture of the drugs Lionel had shot me up with and the physical fuck down I was taking. Lionel usually liked me to snort lines, but this morning he had given me a new mixture he said would keep me steady and high for a long time and I eagerly submitted to the needle. As load number four was coating my guts, we all turned and looked out the window as a large semi-tractor trailer barreled into the parking lot far faster than seemed reasonable, creating a tornado of snow flurries in its wake. D yelled at his boys, “Get the fuck out there NOW! Line up.” As his boys all tucked their dicks back in their overalls and put out their smokes and one-by-one ran out into the biting cold, D stepped up behind me, slapped my ass good an hard and said, “This was between us, right? Mr. Lionel don’t need to know a thing understand?” I turned to D, smiled, and said, “You know I like you fucking me, and this week at the Breeder’s Market is about keeping my ass full of dick and cum. Don’t forget, I want some more alone time with you, but maybe we can set up something special for your boys. I think a couple of them felt left out.” D laughed, made sure my pants were fastened and using a dirty, grease covered rag he wiped up the evidence puddled around my feet before he winked and went out to stand beside Lionel. I was left alone, chained to the wall, my ass full of cum, as I watched the semi make a large circle of the lot before coming to a stop. It was hard to see any more through the frost, so I waited and listened, but could only hear the deep rumble of the truck’s engine as the cold now began to seep into me and I started to shiver. A few minutes later Lionel walked in, bent over, gave me a hard long kiss and said, “You know who these guys are. You know how important today is. We need Richmond because they could be problem with us getting what our drugs out of the port in Norfolk, so I don’t give a fuck shit what you do, how you do it, just get them on board, alright?” I shook my head, my shivering increasing as Lionel led me outside. Our guys from the garage were lined up in a row like a formal escort with D standing a few steps in front. Lionel walked me to a spot in front of D and we were now on the right side of the semi, giving me my first good look at it. The semi was a Peterbilt, with a deep red cab that had one of those custom, extra big full walk-in sleepers attached. The only other color on the cab was the orange running lights. The trailer of the semi was totally painted in a patriotic theme. Eagles, flags, military men, you name it, the trailer was a rolling ode to God Bless America or something. I was really shivering now and soon the door on the passenger’s side of the rig opened and this white guy all in black leather climbed down and stood looking at us. He was about 6’2, looked to be about 40 or so, had a mustache and black/silver Mohawk running down the middle of his head. His nose had a thick ring in it and he was casually holding a cigar between his teeth as he crossed his arms and looked at us. A moment later another man walked around the front of the rig, who was almost a mirror match to the first one. Same Mohawk, same nose ring, same cigar, but he was about 3 inches taller and his leather jacket had several bands of red around the upper arms that matched the color of the semi. They exchanged a quick word, then the second guy came up and held his hand out to Lionel. ‘Well hot damn man, looks like you trotted out the grungy and the grimey parade,” he said in between puffs on his cigar. “Appreciate the kindness, yes I do. I’d have been here earlier but traffic on I-95 was shit as always. How about you and I share a word while my boy here gives your boy the tour? Shall we?” Lionel handed my chain to the leather guy’s extended hand who passed it off to the first guy who had gotten out of the truck. As I was led to the rig’s cab, I turned to see Lionel and the taller guy walk into the garage, followed by D and his boys. “So, what’s your name,” I asked the guy as we approached the cab. He stopped, turned, took the cigar out of his mouth and blew the smoke in my face as he said, “Sir. You will address me as Sir. Him, you will address as Master. There are rules. You will follow them, as do I. I was instructed to show you our little home away from home, so we will begin with the cab.” Sir opened the passenger door and motioned for me to climb up. He climbed up behind me, making me step into the space between the seats that led into the sleeper section. Sir closed the door, put his cigar in the ashtray, and I was hit by the overwhelming smell of all the cigars that had been smoked in the cab. While the interior was shiny, black leather with stripes of red, all I could smell was their cigars. The rig looked liked others I had seen, but then Sir pushed me through the curtain into the sleeper section where I was surprised to see a good size bed, small kitchenette area, and a large mirrored door. “Drop your pants. I need to inspect you,” Sir said. I turned to ask what the fuck, but shrugged, dropped my pants, turned and bent over. The cold of his nose ring and mustache surprised me as he shoved his face into my cum filled hole and began sucking hard to reach the cum. He was moaning, groaning, and oinking like a pig in slop before he stood up, turned me around and started kissing me, coating my lips and face with the loads he had licked out of my ass and feeding me what he had licked out. After a few minutes of nasty kissing, Sir released me, looked down at my dick and balls, shook his head, opened one of the cabinets hanging over the bed and pulled out something I had never seen before. He clamped my balls and dick into a small bunch and then put a little cage around them that snapped tight around the base of my balls and was secured in place with a small bronze padlock. Sir nodded to himself, “Time to get the rest of you ready.” I got dressed, we climbed back out of the cab, and walked to the side of the trailer. Sir opened a small panel on the side and a door opened on the side of the trailer and a set of stairs swung out from underneath, the hydraulic whirr barely heard above the rumble of the rig, which was still running. I climbed up the stairs and stepped into a small, empty area painted in solid black. Sir stepped in behind me, closed the door and a black light came on. He then opened a door in the wall and I walked through into a dungeon on wheels. The inside was painted black, one large, red stripe running around the room about waist high. The walls were covered with various shelves, boards, and filled with all sorts of S&M and B&D stuff. In the corner was a metal toilet like you see in prison with a large silver coiled hose hanging on the wall beside it. What made me really pause was the large metal table in the middle of the room that looked like something from a butcher shop. “On behalf of Master, welcome to our home-away-from home,” Sir said as he lit another cigar. He closed the door and walked towards the back turning on more lights that showed a leather couch, TV, chains hanging from the ceiling, and at the back, a large door. Sir motioned me forward, he opened the door, and in the back part of he trailer were two of the largest and most tricked out Harley Davidson motorcycles I had ever seen. “We have a lift at the back and when the weather is good, Master likes to ride,” Sir said as he looked at the bikes with a deep yearning. Man these folks had some cash that’s for sure. He closed the door, we walked back by the couch, he had me sit as he opened up a drawer in the end of the coffee table and began laying out an assortment of needles, drugs, cigars, and paraphernalia. “Master has said you should have your choice of anything you wish. I do not agree, but it is not my place – yet. So please, what would you like,” Sir said as he continued to lay out a buffet of drugs. “I just want to please you – and him – so you choose,” I said in deference, making Sir smile, “I am not exactly sure what you want, and frankly this damn thing around my nuts is fucking uncomfortable, so you decide what the best shit to fuck me up and let me please you the way you want.” Sir smiled wider now, nodded, and began to lay out a line of almost clear crystals that he inspected like a jeweler would the best diamonds, before he ground them up and created a number of lines on a mirror set in a black frame that had a small, metal straw on the side. He handed me the mirror and the straw and watched as I cleared it off. FUCK THAT SHIT BURNED! My eyes watered, my nose ran, I coughed and had to catch my breath. I had snorted some good stuff this week, but that was way better than anything we had. Once I could see straight I looked at him, laughed, set the mirror down, stood up, and got totally naked. As I sat back down on the leather couch, the chastity cage reminding me I was up for something new, Sir stood up and began to remove his leathers. I watched him methodically and slowly take of his leather jacket, pants, boots, and realized then how fucking hot it seemed in the trailer. Maybe it was just me and the drugs. When Sir was done he stood in front of me for inspection. He was thickly built and his broad chest was covered with a silver and black mat of hair, like his mowhawk. Both nipples had large rings through them, he had a large belly ring, shiny metal arm bands around each bicep, and then his 8-inch dick was a collection all its own. His dick had a huge, thick PA through the head, his bull balls were low and stretched due to several metal rings pushing them down, and his balls had several smaller rings piercing the front of the sack. I reached out to touch his dick and he slapped my hand away, but his dick jumped, so I tried again and after several times of being slapped away his dick was engorged, throbbing, and almost purple looking in the light of the trailer. “Do you know what a Bruder is?” Sir asked as he now puffed on a cigar. “Bruder means brother in German, but for us, it is more. It is a bond, a loyalty, a way of life, and all that Master does is guided by his belief in the Bruder way. I can see by the large biohazard tat on your back and the tats on your arm, that you understand something of such a relationship?” Flashes of Deacon overwhlemed my mind and in that moment he felt close and I closed my eyes relishing the pulse of his being through the bond we shared. Sir said, “Christ, what the fuck?” and as I opened my eyes the tats on my arms seemed to be glowing slightly. I chuckled, they always did that when my bond with Deacon pulsed, and I just shook my head and said, “Special ink man. Crazy stuff they can do these days. How about some more of that crystal.” I was so horned from the drugs and when Sir asked me to follow him towards the play area I practically floated. “Bend over the table,” Sir said as even with the heat I shivered as my chest laid flat onto the cold steel table. He walked up behind me and without any foreplay, shoved his pierced dick into my ass, his PA scraping my guts as each inch went inside me. I raised up and was pushed back down as Sir began fucking my hole. I could feel the vibration of the truck running through the steel table as Sir fucked me and mumbled for him to fuck me harder and deeper. The drugs made his 8-inch dick feel bigger than it was, or maybe it was the ring and the feel of his pierced bull balls slapping my hole with each thrust, either way I was enjoying the Bruder fuck down. “YOU WANT MY CUM! TELL ME YOU WANT THAT CUM, TELL ME…TELL…” Sir screamed as loud as he could as he blew his load inside me. I did not feel it at all, but he seemed to enjoy it, so I stayed where I was until he finished and even after he pulled out. He then shoved his face back into my hole and ate the load out he just gave me. Sir then walked away and when he came back he wiped my ass dry with a towel, then I felt an odd sensation. “Stay where you are. Master only fucks a smooth hole,” Sir said as he used clippers to shave the hair off my ass and from around my hole. He then used a razor and some lotion to make my hole completely smooth, and when he was satisfied he let me back up and we went back to the couch where I cleaned the mirror again of another round of pure crystal lines. I had closed my eyes and was wiping my nose feeling the rush of the high when I heard Master’s voice, “Is he ready?” I looked up and Master was standing over me. I did not hear him come in, but he was already undressed. Master had large leather cuffs on each wrist and large leather bands on each bicep that had a stripe of red on them. His nipples were pierced with metal bars, he wore a leather harness, and black shorts that had a hole for his dick. I was impressed with his dick as it looked almost as big as Charles, the leather man who had trained me so well before, clearly over 10 inches and thick, but it looked scarred and rough like it had been through a meat grinder or was some sort of Frankenstein dick. Master also had a PA in his dick head and as I reached out to touch it, Sir slapped my hand away. I looked up into Master’s face, eager and dick hungry, my ass needing to be fucked. The last thing I noticed was his tall black boots with red socks peeking out of the top. As if he could tell what I was thinking Master said, “The commitment you are asking for goes beyond anything we have been willing to do in business before. I must know I can trust you. I must see you exposed, raw, violated. Your man is not too happy right now. I am afraid I had to put him in his place. I do not deal with anyone who is not fully in charge, and I know that is you. So he is outside pacing and nursing a bloody nose as he got a little – shall we say – out of line when I explained you and I had some private negotiations scheduled.” Master rubbed his knuckles and smiled, I smiled back, grabbed the mirror, snorted a few more lines, stood up, bent over the couch, and offered him my now hairless ass. I felt two large fingers work inside my hole and then the familiar burn and sting of a booty bump followed by Sir’s dick fucking me again. Sir fucked me for a minute, stepped back, then I felt something different, strange, inhuman. I turned and saw Sir was now working to shove a black dildo into my ass, one that was slightly bigger than his dick. I let him do what he wanted as long as my ass got used. After several minutes Sir pulled the dildo out, I felt another booty bump, then Master’s shadow was over me as his finger followed the outline of the biohazard tat on my back. “I only fuck extreme,” he said in a calm and firm voice. “I WILL violate you. I WILL use you. I WILL hurt you, you WILL expose all to me.” “Just fuck me, please,” I begged and started to scream as Master slammed inside of me and started to tear my ass up. Master drove my body against the couch and did not let up even as I tried to adjust my position. The man was strong, and he was true to his word as he fucked me rough, hard, and extreme and in my fucked up state it was like every stroke felt like ten, his dick felt gigantic, and every sensation was amplified. I wanted more. Master was very verbal, but I don’t really remember what he said as I was too fucked up. After a while I was pulled off the couch and dragged back to the steel table. Master and Sir physically lifted me up and set me on the table, my skin catching and pulling as Master pulled my ass to the edge of the table and shoved his dick back into my ass. My ass was hanging off the end, but Master was holding me up, fucking me deep, stretching my ass wider with every thrust. The cum squirting from Master’s dick punched my walls like little fists as his sweat dripped off his face and chest slicking up my dick that was straining and confined in its little cage. When he was done, Master pulled out and Sir plunged back in. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! WAS HE FISTING ME? I strained to sit up, but Master held me down as Sir fucked me with what I soon realized was a dick-extension strap-on as Master held up several others to the side as he chose one that he strapped on over his now hardening dick. While Sir fucked me with his dick extension, I turned my head to see Master open a small fridge, pull out several vials, and fill a series of needles. He walked over to me, patted my forehead and said, “While my boy and I will do our best to infect you with everything we have, and trust me that is more than most anyone could handle, I was sent a message from a trusted source that you are very special and can manage much more. I have collected several important specimens of a unique and infectious nature that I will give you now. So just lay back, and enjoy.” I then lay on the steel table, my eyes watching Master inject my right arm with who knows what, while Sir continued to try to gape my ass. When Master was done he gently bent down and licked at the drops of blood on my arm until there were none, wiped the spot dry, then placed a bandage over the injection site with a well-practiced hand. The moment passed as Master and Sir took turns fucking me with and without their strap-ons. I was fed cum, piss, and spit, spanked, paddled, nipples tortured, and fed one line after another of the best crystal ever! Only Master was verbal, Sir barely said a word, but as I high I was none of what they said registered and it all became a haze of bodily fluids. When my head began to clear I was sitting back on the couch and Sir was injecting something into my arm. One minute my world was fuzzy, the next I did not feel sober, but I did feel clear headed and focused. Master knelt before me, lifted my chin with his left hand, blew his cigar smoke in my face making me cough. I looked around and saw we were alone, Sir was not standing near by as Master said, “You have served me well today and have even shown my boy a thing or two, which surprises me. I had heard tales, rumors, whispers of what you are and what you have become and after seeing the Breeder’s Market and meeting you, I know it is all true and more. I will agree to work with you. I will provide a way for you to be in touch.” I smiled at Master, nodded my thanks, and said, “I have only one requirement, and you will follow it. Lionel is in charge here and you will deal with him. I want your full support of our drug trade, the Breeders Market, and more. Understand? I look forward to seeing you again and want it even more extreme, but for now, you will do as he says as he speaks for me here.” Master nodded, hung his head in his vow to agree by my request, then stood and helped me stand up. I suddenly realized a new sense of pain and looked down and was shocked to see the glint of a shiny steel ring piercing my foreskin. I looked at Master who shrugged and said, “I thought you should have something to remember me by. A small token of our agreement?” I laughed, Sir was there with my clothes, I got dressed, and let them escort me off the trailer. As I stepped down into the cold winter air, I was shocked to realize it was dark, and that I had been in the trailer all day. I saw Lionel pacing back and force smoking fiercely and a group of his crew standing behind him, guns out, all looking tense and ready for battle. Lionel immediately came to me, but I put my hand up, turned, thanked Master and Sir for their hospitality, ensured them I would be in touch, then calmly walked back into COVENANT with Lionel rushing to catch up to me. The roar of the Peterbilt drowned Lionel’s voice as he grabbed me by the left arm, stopped me, as his crew continued on through the garage and back inside. When we were alone Lionel looked at me, the question clear on his face. “Don’t worry my Soulja Lover,” I said, “I did as ordered, and they will now do as you order.” I then noticed how his nose looked swollen and bruised and reached out to touch it. Lionel winced, looked away in shame, but I said, “Please man, don’t be ashamed, look, they marked me too?” I pulled my pants down and showed Lionel my new foreskin piercing, and then turned around and showed him my bruised and swollen asshole, that was now hairless and smooth. Lionel laughed hard and deep and said, “God damn, you folks are some crazy weird mother fuckers!” Little did he know that the piercing and shaved ass was only the visible gifts they gave me. WHAT INFECTIOUS GIFTS DID MASTER SHOOT INTO MY ARM? Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut?

Part 2... I rose early, before my boy got up, and packed a small bag with our bathing suits, our toothbrushes, and not much else, and stuffed it into my briefcase, hoping to make a discreet exit mid-day. I got to work and made sure all of the loose ends were tied up so we could leave when Jack was ready, and head home to pick up my boy. To my surprise, just before noon, my boy walked through my door. He was wearing short tight jeans and a net t-shirt, completely out of place in a buttoned-up business office. “Jack picked me up on his way into the office this morning. I've been, erm, entertaining the stud in the mailroom for a while. Hope we weren't too noisy...” He reached his hand into the cuff of his shorts, and I knew he was fingering his hole, no doubt wet with yet another man's cum. “Ready to go?” So much for a discreet exit... I picked up my briefcase and followed my cumslut boy out of the office. All of the prudish secretaries looked at us both. I was embarrassed but turned on knowing they all knew my dirty little secret now... Jack was waiting by his fancy SUV, still in suit and tie. “Mind if your boy rides in front?” “Front or back, I'm sure he'll be happy to ride anywhere.” I threw my briefcase in the back as my boy climbed in the front. I sat in the back, watching as my boss rested his man-paw in my boy's crotch as he started the care and drove us on our way. I dozed on and off as we made our way out of the city. I awoke an hour later, not surprised to see my boy leaning across the truck and gulping down my boss's cock. I'll never know how Jack managed to keep us on the road. Jack's breathing became more and more shallow and I knew he was close. My boy's head kept bouncing up and down, faster and faster until Jack's hand forced it all the way down onto his cock, grunting and filling my boy's mouth with his seed. “We're off to a good start,” he chuckled as my boy sat back up, licking the slime off his face. A short while later, we arrived at Jack's sprawling oceanfront house. Chet and Sam must have already arrived as there were two tiny sports cars in the driveway. We parked the truck as Jack's buddies both came outside to meet us, both wearing slim tight square-cut bathing suits that left little to the imagination. Chet and Sam were both Jack's age, late 40s or early 50s, and both in peak condition. Chet was shorter that Sam, and in great shape. He looked slightly asian, tan with dark hair and brown eyes. Sam was taller and beefier with a wide brown mustache. He could have been the Marlboro man. I couldn't help but notice that both had red plus signs tattooed beneath their navels. I sprung wood realizing that they both must be POZ. “Nice tatts,” I remarked. My boy was so high on lust that he couldn't even speak. “So what have you brought us this time,” Chet asked as he drunk my boy's body in with his eyes. Sam liked what he saw, licked his lips, and started pulling my boy's t-shirt over his head. Jack smiled, and introduced us to each other and led us inside. As soon as the door was closed, the guys were all over my boy, and I sprung a hard-on simply watching. It was almost as if I was invisible. Chet and Jack pulled my boys shorts down. There in the foyer, Chet swallowed my boy's cock as Sam started tonguing and fingering his hole. “Are you still neg?” Sam asked as he stood up and aimed his cock at my boy's quivering pucker. “Not if you can help it.” Chet led my boy over to the wall and helped his buddy line up his cock, ready to fuck my boy. Jack put his paws on my shoulders and slid up behind me. “You okay with this, man?” At that point, what could I say? I knew what we were getting ourselves into before getting in the car. I nodded. I could feel my mouth going dry as I watch Sam spit on his cock and slide it forcefully into my boy's bare hole. I shared my boy's hole with friends before, some bare, and I'm sure some of them were POZ. I thought that the blond hunk in the truck last night was POZ from the way he described his HOT load, but didn't know if my boy knew that when he was breeding him. Until now, I'd never witnessed him knowingly taking POZ cock. And he was loving it, bucking around. I saw Jack pull off his shirt and saw for the first time that he had a tattoo too. His was a red minus. He saw me looking. “We all had these done in college together. Chet and Sam have had theirs... altered, shall we say, since then...” He grabbed my hand and led it tracing down his pecs and abs and over below his navel, circling it around his tattoo and then down to his cock. I jerked him a bit before lowering myself to my knees and swallowing his manhood, a cock that had seeded my boy's hole the night before. I've always been proud of my oral abilities and swallowed Jack down without a gag. “Ummm. Nice. You're almost as talented as your boy here. Sure am glad you're here.” Jack ran his fingers through my hair before lifting me up. “That's nice, but you're missing the show. You gotta watch this.” He turned me around to see Sam hammering his cock away at my boy's bare hole. He pulled away and Chet took his place, slamming in deeply and driving away. Chet fucked my boy as Sam and Jack jerked each other. Chet was leaning forward, kissing my boy's ear and neck as my boy did all he could to keep upright against the wall. “Deeper. I need it deeper. I need your POZ cock DEEPER!” Chet pulled out and took my boy's hand, leading him into the living room. Chet waved his hand over the sofa. It was nice white leather, conveniently already covered with a beach towel. “We're prepared. Wouldn't want to stain the upholstery. Sit down guys. We're going to play PASS THE CUMSLUT.” The sofa easily fit Chet, Sam, Jack, and me, our thighs pressing against each other. My boy climbed onto Chet's lap and sat right down on his cock. He bounced up and down a few times before pulling off and sitting on Sam's dick. My boy's cock was boucing all over, drooling clear sap. Jack leaned over and took his cock in his mouth, sucking all of his sweet juices into his mouth and then spitting it onto his fingers and then working them up his own ass. My boy pulled up off of Sam and sat right down on Jack's cock. Jack had his hands all over my boy's tight body and then his bouncing cock. As my boy fucked up and down, his dick was fucking Jack's hand, bringing him close to orgasm. “Fuck yeah, boy, give me that load!” My boy came in spurts all over his chest and Jack's hand. My boy pulled off and Jack spun him around and licked up what might be one of my boy's last NEG loads. Jack fingering my boy's load into his own hole as he watched the sex happening around him. My boy moved down the line, and finally showed me some attention. Facing me, he rode my cock for a minute or so, before whispering in my ear. “Sorry, but I need their loads. They've got something you can't give me... yet...” My boy kissed me hard as he pulled up and went back to the front of the line, sitting on Chet's lap again. Jack continued to jerk off, working his ass with his cummy fingers. Chet was close, and it was only a few thrusts before he was shooting his toxic load into my boy's ass. Dutifully, my boy pulled off and cleaned off Chet's dick, licking and slobbering all over his crotch, tracing the red plus sign with one hand as he fingered his puffy used hole with the other. He then moved onto Sam, facing him as he mounted his monster cock. Sam lasted longer than Chet had before adding his own dirty load to my boy's hole. Like Chet, my boy cleaned and worshipped his POZ cock, paying special attention to his tattoo before climbing onto Jack's dick. “Help a boy out,” Jack grunted at me. I stood up not knowing how to help. “He's already too loose for me. Fuck him with me!” I squatted between Jack's thighs and aimed my drooling dick at my boy's hole. I clumsily worked my dick inside next to Jack's. I could feel the guy's POZ cumloads dripping down my cock and onto my balls. The thought of my boy willingly taking all of that toxic cum sent shockwaves through my body, and I came alongside Jack's cock. The added lube sent Jack over the edge as well and he sent a bucketload of spooge deep inside my boy's hole. Four loads in my boy, half of them POZ, and it wasn't even dinner time. We cleaned up, saw the rest of the house, and headed upstairs for a brief nap. When I woke up, the clock read 6:00. The mattress beside me was cold and my boy was gone. I stumbled downstairs and out onto the deck, appreciating the ocean view before hearing grunting and splashing. I found everyone in the hot tub, my boy's ass full of Chet's POZ cock and his mouth full of Sam's. I knew it was going to be a long night. To be continued...

Although I knew the bar wouldn't likely shift, I was trying not to move too much as I was so horny that I could see myself shaking down the house in my determination to back-up on that cock. The cock felt great and the poppers kept me high and the adrenaline of the situation kept me going. There was so much wrong with this but I didn’t care at that point. Frank and Steve called to Patrick from the kitchen. “Sorry, they need me. When Andy gets back tell him it will be about fifteen minutes till dinner is ready then you guys can come eat. I’ll leave you alone till then. I hope he isn’t too long” I heard my boyfriend say, as, ever the gracious host him got up from the bar. I had to keep from screaming when Nick pulled his monster out of ass, partly because it hurt and partly because it left me feeling so…vacant. I grabbed the bottle of poppers to see if there was any still in it, which thankfully there was, although not very much and slid out from my position under the bar. It’s funny that you never notice how uncomfortable a position really is until you try to leave it. Once out from under the bar I hit the floor, bottle under my nose, ass in the air, turned around looked at Nick begged him to fuck me again. He didn’t take much begging but it was a big turn on to do so. In no time at all he had that monster back inside me and was fucking me as hard and fast as he could with his full length. And I thought the previous fucking was good, man could this guy move. Drunk, poppered, and getting plowed by a poz stud with a huge cock, one load in me and another on the way all while my boyfriend and his Dad and Uncle were in the next room. I moaned in pleasure. “You like this big dick fucking you?” “Yes sir, I sure do, please don’t stop.” “You heard I’m poz?” I took another deep breath from the poppers, “Yes,” was all I could moan in response. He pushed me hard into the floor driving his cock as deep into me as he could grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as far as he could. “You want another poz load in that hole?” Again I moaned yes. “Yeah I know you do. I’m working on it baby. I’m gonna fuck so much cum into you. Does your boyfriend know you’re a bottom cum slut? That’s what you are now, a dirty poz cum slut?” He whispered harshly into my hear while driving that cock in and out of my ass. “You want this load? You want me to breed you? You want me to infect that ass don’t you?” The only answer the pleasure and the poppers would allow me to answer was yes. Yes. YES! God, I wanted him to blow another load into me and keep on fucking. I never wanted his dick to leave my hole. It seemed so perfect, his god-like body fucking me with that beautiful cock forever. The intoxication of the moment was almost too much. His poz load would fill my guts until I too was infected and he would just keep fucking me. The virus would ravage my body and all the while he would be fucking me. When our bodies were old and dead the sexual momentum we has spent the time building would carry on for eternity and he would always be spilling his precious seed into me. Yes I wanted him to fill me again. And just like that I was cumming. I opened my mouth to scream the climax was so intense but it was instantly covered by his rough hand. “You asked for it baby, here it comes.” His body slammed into me again and again as he climaxed and came dumping shot after shot of cum into my hole. I was shaking from the chill, from the orgasm, from the poppers I’d been sniffing for entirely too long, from knowing I had just begged a poz man to fill me with his load, from know that I enjoyed it way too much. He lay on top of me. I could still feel every inch of him in me. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck and I could feel his cock throbbing with every heartbeat. What a fuck! After a moment he got up and ordered me to clean his dick off, which I did happily. I put his dick in my mouth and sucked off the cum and ass juice. His cock tasted like fuckin' heaven. Once satisfied that it was clean he put it away and picked up his drink and left to go to the kitchen to join the other guys. I took a few deep breaths and staggered upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I had cum on my stomach from shooting my load and I would need to clean out my ass. Remembering the cum I starting fingering it into my mouth on my way up the stairs, thinking god I love the taste of cum. Having eaten all my cum on the way, when I got to the bathroom I grabbed a rag to wet and wipe the stickiness from my stomach and was about to use the bathroom when Patrick popped his head in asking "You okay?" "Yes, I'm fine, I just need to freshen up." He entered the bathroom, closed the door, kissed me, and proceeded to help me with my disheveled hair. “No more drinks for you until after dinner” he said, giving me that ‘what am I going to do with you look’. He kissed me again, grabbed my hand and led me down stairs to the dining room for dinner. Nick was grinning from ear-to-ear as I sat down, oh so slowly. It wasn’t until I was actually seated that I realized that since Patrick decided to visit me in the bathroom I never got a chance to clean out my ass. I was so nervous about keeping his cum inside me. What kind of person wants poz cum inside his ass? That’s just wrong. It was the poppers and the alcohol. But it did feel good having it in there. Then, amid the chatter of the guys, I heard Patrick say to me “Oh, after we eat me, Dad and Uncle Steve want to go see the new Harry Potter movie at the theater. Since I know you have no interest in that stuff, and Nick doesn’t either, I thought the two of you could keep each other company.”