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Part 4 The doorbell rang and I went to answer leaving the twins on the couch. They were totally lost in each other, making out, feeling each others hot bodies. I don't even think they noticed when I returned with my best friend Joe. Joe was a sexy dude, 40, blond and blue eyes, just a little shorter than me with a swimmers build, and a nice 7 inch cock. He was my partner in crime when we'd to out. Our goal was usually to pick up some young twink and fuck the shit out of him together. And we usually succeded. But even he wasn't prepared for the hot site of the twins together on the couch. "Fuck dude!" He said, I can't believe you did it!" "Never underestimate the power of ole T!" I laughed. "They're ready to be slammed my friend, in more ways than one!" Joe laughed as he stripped naked while I retrieved the rigs. Brodi looked up at him with a glazed horny look and asked, "whose that?" "My best friend," I answered. "Don't you worry. You boys are in for the time of your life tonight." I told Joe a group of our friends were coming over soon, so lets get them ready. I handed him one rig and we approached the boys. Pulling them apart,we sat next to them on the couch. "I've got a special treat for you guys, this is another way to enjoy what you smoked earlier. And it's going to make you feel real good." The twins didn't say a word as we each took an arm and banded it. We swabbed and inserted the needles, getting a flash, then pushed the plunger. Then we released the band's. Like the mirrors they were, both boys went ridged and coughed hard a few times, then both melted into the couch. "Which one do you want first?" I asked Joe. He just grabbed Brodi and placed him on the floor on his hands and knees. He grabbed the plug and yanked it out, eliciting a low moan from the slut, then rammed his hard dick in the boy with no mercy. Brodi's head flew back in extasy as he cried out, "Oh yea man, Fuck me, FUCK ME!" I went to unlock the front door and left a sign telling my friends to just come on in, the twin cumdumps were waiting. After all I didn't want to be continually pulled away. I returned to see Brodi getting fucked with no mercy, and loving it. Benji sat there looking a little jealouse, but he'd get his turn. "Oh fuck!" cried Joe. "This is some amazing pussy! Best I've had in ages!" Brodi just grunted as he was deep dicked. I couldn't stand just watching so I grabbed Benji and did the same thing to him. Both boys were getting pounded as the guys started showing up. It didn't take long for things to get crazy. The twins were fucked in every conceivable position non stop. Dicks were in their asses and mouths, pounding them and breeding them. They just begged for it. Begged for more cock and more cum. They were insatiable little fuckboys. The guys especially loved it when the twins would make out with each other as their pussies were stuffed with cock. I even had the pleasure of giving Brodi his first double fuck as Joe and I slid our cocks into his sloppy, cum filled cunt. He just bounced on us, his eyes glazed and half closed, his head flopping around, while he begged for more. It felt so good to seed him with my best friend at the same time, two cocks filling him deep. His brother was getting double fucked at the same time by two other guys. When they had dumped their loads in Benji, I grabbed Brodi and shoved his face into his brothers gaping wet hole. "Eat that ass!" I commanded him. " Suck out all that cum! You like that, don't you slut? You like eating you brothers sloppy cunt?" Brodi just moaned in lustfull agreement. I think he was my favourite of the two. Since he was the more dominant of the pair, I took extra pleasure in debasing him more. The Fuck fest continued till the wee hours of the morning, till noone had any cum left in them. It had all been deposited in the twins. It dripped out of their well used asses, and dried onto their faces and chests. But their cocks were still hard. I told Benji to Fuck his brother for the guests, Fuck him like the Slut he now was. Benji grabbed him and threw him on the ground. Grabbing his legs, he rammed his hard cock into his brothers cum filled hole. "Take it faggot! Take my cock!" Benji shouted. "Whose the boss now, bitch? Your bro is fucking you like a whore!" Brodi just moaned and beat his hard dick while he took his brothers abuse. Benji went ridged and dumped his load into Brodi as Brodi shot his own big load, hitting Benji in the face and chest. Without being told, he licked all of his cum off his brother, then cleaned Benji's cock when he pulled out of his cumhole. After the guests left, I sat on the couch and held the boys. "I'm proud of you boys. You were a big hit tonight! You are now officially my fuckboys. And I have more to teach you. We're going to have a great summer!" As they drifted in their post sex haze, I attached chastity cages to their cocks, so they wouldn't be able to fuck without me around. Gotta keep an eye on my boys!

Part 3 I left the boys for a moment while I was texting and getting "fresh" sodas. The responses started coming quickly, 18 year old twins are a rate find, and soon I had 12 of my buddies coming over in a little bit. Handing them their new drinks, I also popped a little blue pill in their mouths. A freshly loaded pipe was passed around, and my boys were loaded and hard. I grabbed Brodi and pulled him onto me, sitting him on my cock as I layed on the carpet. Like a good slut he moaned as he slid down my veiny cock, setteling his pink pussy into my pubes. Then I grabbed Benji and pulled his ass to my face. He sat down on my tongue and I licked and sucked the cum out I had deposited in him. Both boys moaned as their cunts were being put to use. I pushed Benji forward into his brother, and the twins started kissing each other deeply. I didn't want to miss seeing that hot show, so I pushed the boys off of me. Benji fell back onto the carpet and I guided Brodi between his legs. "Fuck your brother." I whispered in his ear. Brodi spread his twins legs and lined his hard cock to the waiting hole. Benji let out a deep, guttural moan as his brother slid his cock into him. He wrapped his arms and legs around Brodi, pulling his cock in deep and locking his mouth onto his brother. Brodi went into overdrive, pounding his brother frantically as they made out. Fuck it was so hot watching the incest taking place right in front of me. I couldn't help but think they had been wanting this for a long time, and I had finally freed them up to fufill their desires. Brodi just pounded the shit out of Benji for at least 15 minutes before he pulled his mouth away. "I'm gonna cum bro! Fuck yea! Take my cum!" He shook and twitched as he pumped his load into his brother. Benji just begged him for it. "Oh god Brodi! Do it! Fuckin cum in me bro!" He pulled Brodi as deep into him as he could while he took his brothers load. When Brodi had finished, I pulled him up and laid his chest on the couch. He was still breathing hard from his orgasm. I just grabbed Benji and pushed him up to Brodi's waiting ass. "Fuck your brother man!" I ordered him. "Fuck him like he fucked you!" Dazed in drugs and lust, Benji rammed full force into Brodi, grabbing his hips and riding him hard. "Take my cock bitch!" He yelled at his brother. I was surprised at the dominance coming from him. "Take it bro! TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD YOU BITCH!" He pumped his brother full and collapsed on his back, licking Brodi's ear as he drained his load. Pulling out, he turned Brodi over and the boys started kissing furiously. I just smiled as I watched, knowing what I had awakened in them. As they made out, I pushed a plug into each of them to hold in the cum. The plugs popped in easily. "All right boys, the night has just begun." I told them. "The real party is going to start real soon!"

Part 2 Friday finally arrived, and I had big plans for the twins! After tonight they would be my little fucksluts for the rest of the summer. I knew once I had them hooked in they wouldn't be able to refuse hard cock, mine, or anyone else's. And I had plenty of party supplies on hand to guarantee my success. They came over as planned for another "movie" night, and I was just in my underwear as usual. Instead of beer this time, I handed them glasses of soda and told them there was booze in them. Of course it was G that was in their drinks. We settled down to watch 300, which I of course picked for all the hot practically naked men. Soon the boys were getting loose and relaxed, and I noticed, erect in their shorts. Time to introduce the big guns. I brought out a glass pipe I had preloaded with a hefty load of shards. "You guys ever had T?" I asked. "No man." Brodi said, rolling his head toward me. "What's it like?" "Dude," I said, "if you thought weed was great, this shit kicks its ass!" I lit the pipe and melted the shards till it started filling up with white smoke. Holding it up to Brodi's pink lips, I told him to suck. He inhaled it deep, and coughed a bit. Then I held it up to Benji and looked deep in his eyes. "Suck boy." I told him, and he took a big hit, and coughed like his brother. I sat between them and passed it back and forth, from one pouty pink mouth to the other. Each boy had 4 big hits before it was empty, their blue eyes turning glassy and black. I had them. I let their first rush settle in a bit, while I casually rubbed their hairless thighs, eliciting light moans from them. I could feel the sexual heat building up in them as I moved closer to their cocks. Benji grabbed my hand and placed it right on his hard dick. "Patience boy," I said to him. "All in good time." I knew they thought I was going to suck them off again, but little did they know what was truely in store for them. I stood and replaced the movie with a nasty gay porn from T.I.M. Soon the tv was filled with images of hot bareback sex. I loaded a fresh pipe, and took the first hit myself. Turning to Benji, I placed my mouth on his and pinched his nipples. He gasped and instinctively inhaled as I blew in his mouth. I slipped my tongue in him, meeting no resistance. I sucked on his tongue and pinched his pink tits for a minute as he melted into me. Taking another hit, I did the same thing to Brodi, again, meeting no resistance from the supposedly straight boy. We all hit the pipe a few more times till it was gone, the boys flying high. "Do you like?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Fuck yea," said Benji, "feels amazing!" "You ain't felt nothing yet!" I said, pulling his shorts off. "You thought a blowjob was great, feel this!" I rolled the naked boy over, chest on the couch, legs hanging down, and spread his ass cheeks apart. There before me was a perfect pink virgin hole. I shuddered as I dove into it, digging my tongue deep into him, eating his pussy. He just moaned and pushed his ass back on my face, getting as much of me in him as he could. Damn he was going to make a great fuckboy! I pulled off him, and grabbed his brother, putting him in the same position, ripping off his shorts and diving into the identical match of the pussy I just ate. Brodi groaned as I gave him the same treatment, getting his hole nice and juicy. It was all I could do to pull off of him, but it was time for the next step. "Don't move boys!" I said as I got up and retrieved two needeless syringes, inserting them into the twins simultaneously, pushing the plungers, releasing a hefty dose of T into their asses. "This will burn a little, but then it will feel so good!" As they got higher, I started fingering their holes. Soon they were taking two fingers each, and begging for more. I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed the lube and chose Brodi first. Since I knew he was the more dominant of the two, I wanted him to take my cock first. I grabbed some poppers and held them under his nose. He inhaled several times, and I knew he was ready. I pushed my head into his anus, and it just popped right in. I held him down while I slid it all the way till I was buried. "Oh my God!" He yelled. "Oh fuck! Take it out please!" He begged. I just stayed buried in him. Grabbing his nipples I started to Fuck him while I pinched his titties. Soon his begging for me to pull out turned to begging for me to fuck him. I slammed his sweet hole while his brother watched him. After 10 minutes I pulled out of him and moved to Benji. I gave him poppers and slammed my cock in him hard. He howled out in agony but I didn't care. My dream had come true. I was fucking the Baxter twins! And it was everything I had hoped it would be! Benji was soon moaning and begging for more, just like his brother. I knew I had two hot sluts in the making! I pulled out, and rammed back into Brodi. He took it all, moaning like a whore. I went back and forth between the boys, stretching their cunts, pounding them deep, until I couldn't hold off anymore. "Tell me you want it boys!" I demanded. "Tell me you want me to breed your cunts!" Both boys begged me for it, each one desperate to take my load. I gave Brodi the first couple squirts, shooting deep in his guts before pulling out. Then I slammed Benji and unloaded the rest of my big cumload into him. I pulled out and looked at my work with satisfaction. I had done it. The twins were mine now. My spunk in both their holes, claiming them as my cumdumps. I grabbed my phone. Time to introduce my new sluts to my friends! Awww foxboy, you're my new best (slutty) friend!

Note: Everyone in this story is meant to be above the age of consent. Back in highschool, the first time I really had gay sex, although I fantasized about it and read a lot of gay porn stories, the first time I was fucked up drunk and on downers after a party. One of my friends, who was rumored to be gay, starts to massage me, and I just acted like I was asleep, but he may have known I was faking. I let him take off my pants and underwear and go down on me and also lick my ass. I started moaning then, I figured fuck it. He swiveled around so his cock was in my face while he sucked me, and at first I was like, I'll receive but I'm not giving and avoided it, pretending to still be drunk and out of it. He held my head with both hands and forced his cock in my mouth so fuckit, I started sucking it. Turns out I was a natural deep-throater. After his cock became steel-hard he pulled off and laid on me. He was really into body contact, and he laid out full on me, rubbing our hard cocks together, sucking and biting my nipples, which I got into immediately, then he started sucking and kissing my neck and ears while he kneaded my butt cheeks and rubbed my ass deeply right next to my hole on both sides and I knew what was coming. I masturbated fantasizing about sex with men, but I didn't consider myself gay, to where I'd be romantic with a guy or fall in love or make out with him. Just concentrating on his cock and ass seemed less gay somehow. Anyway, again, he wasn't having any of it and he held my face and quit acting tender and just jammed his tongue in my mouth. Again, I said fuckit. I was into making out, I loved girls and I was a randy teenager, so I just went with it and it kind of cool to be on the receiving end, he was very aggressive and rough and kissed me hard and almost choked me with his tongue. Meanwhile, he had been rubbing my pussyhole until I relaxed, then fingering my ass with lube he had, first one, then two and finally all four fingers pushed into me like a slot. I was still all fucked up and with good barbituates you feel no pain, a friend of mine on downers broke an ankle and didnt realize until the next day, so I could take a cock up the ass easily. He held a jar of poppers under my nose and forced me to breath them deeply, first one nostril then the other. I became instantly insanely horny for cock up my ass, all my muscles down there went slack, it felt like my balls were hanging a foot below my ass and my boypussy just opened up like a flower. He didn't even break the kiss as he positioned himself then pushed it in, not really slowly, he didnt back off and just pushed and pushed, first missing my hole and pushing like he was trying to drill me a new asshole. I reached down and spread my cheeks with one hand and guided him in with the other. At first it seemed like it was blocked or something my ass was so tight, but all the sudden I let go and it pushed all the way in. The weird thing wsa the rim of my ass burnt and hurt, but inside it was fucking incredible. It was like I had an itch deep inside and the only thing that would satisfy me was his cock, and I spread my legs wide and pushed my hole hard against his groin trying to get him as deep as possible. Long story short(er), he fucked the hell out of me 3 or 4 times that night, came in me repeatedly, I sucked the ass and cum off his cock each time and I became his regular fuckboy. I was dating a girl and didn't have a car, he used to drive us around, take me to a secluded place so we could fuck while he watched us in the rear-view, then drop her off and drive me back to the same place and fuck me in the back seat on my back so we could make out or leaning over the fender. Once I was jacking it and came all over his car while he fucked me. Another time a car full of teens (who luckily we didn't know) drove past while he was fucking me bent over the hood of the car and they drove by slow and gawked at him riding my ass while I laid my upper body all the way down on the car and he laid his chest down on me, but they didn't stop or say anything. Maybe they were gay too. Anyway, he started picking me up in the morning to take me to school, he came early so we had a chance to stop at a nearby park, make out for a while then I'd suck him off and swallow. I wouldn't let him fuck me because cum has a way of working its way out of your ass, and I didn't need a wet stain of cum on the back of my jeans in school. However, after school was a different matter, his mom worked and we'd go there and suck and fuck like rabbits. None of my friends knew of course, and I had a girlfriend I was fucking. One time he remarked that I was the only truly bi-sexual person he knew. However, my sexual feelings were changing. All the fucking and making out I started to find I was developing feelings for him, although I still considered myself just someone who like gay sex, not gay myself. He asked me to start wearing girl's panties to school and I did, on gym days I'd wear shorts over them under my jeans so noone would see I was wearing panties. It had the affect of making me feel feminized and even more submissive when he fucked me. When my gf and I broke up (I had pretty much lost the desire to fuck her and thought about cock even while having sex with her) I didn't look for another and really got into gay sex with him, roleplaying and making sounds and whimpering and begging like a girl while he fucked me, playing rape games and taking spankings. He liked to use demeaning language like calling me a little bitch, faggot, slut, cunt, whore and telling me to take it up my faggot ass and making me beg him to fuck my faggot asshole etc. I got off on it. I told him how much I loved his cock and body and his very cute ass and he let me tongue his butt and bury my nose in his cockhair and even put my open mouth over his bush to suck in his scent, it drove me insane with horniness. During the day I'd sneak a finger up my own ass and smell his cum on my finger and go mad with the desire to masturbate. Sometimes we be out in his car partying and he'd have to piss and I'd get out with him and kneel down, look up into his eyes and take every drop of his briny, burning piss while looking at him lovingly and he looked back at me with contempt, holding my ears and jamming his cock to the back of my throat. As our sexual relationship started to mature into an actual romance we started going to drive in movies. He was into CD so I'd wear a bra and panties under my clothes, and as soon as we parked I'd take off my jeans and we'd make out while he felt up my titties under my bra. We kind of played I'd try to fight him off like a good girl but finally he'd be pinching and then sucking my nipples and feeling up my cunt in my panties while people walked by. I had long hair so they probably thought I was a girl with a flat chest. They would also walk slowly by getting an eyeful of this 18 year old slut (me), half-naked with her face in her bf's lap, sucking cock. It was too risky to fuck there though so we'd leave and go to the woods or his house and I'd leave the bra and panties on while he ate my pussy, pulling the panties to the side, then fucking me while pinching the hell out of my nipples under my bra and with my panties rubbing my asshole while he fucked me. One time his mom opened the door because I was whimpering and moaning and she just stood there for a few minutes watching. He was oblivious, I guess he had his eyes closed, but I looked over, it was light enough from the light in the hall I made eye contact with her and just kept moaning like a girl and telling him to fuck my pussy, and finally she walked away without shutting the door. After he came in me I went to clean up and get a drink and I was at the refrigerator with just his button up shirt on over my panties when she walks in. She out and out asked me if I enjoyed taking it up the ass and I said, yeah, it's amazing, you never tried it? She said she tried it once but had to stop because it hurt so bad. I said you just need someone patient to break you in, then it's great, for women or men. She lifted up the back of my shirt to see my panties, laughed a little. She saw the wet spot and asked me if I wasn't worried about barebacking. I told her I trusted her son and wasn't worried. She laughed dryly and shook her head and went back to bed. We fucked there all the time with no fear after that. At the end of my junior year, my bf was graduating and going off to college and he told me he had something to tell me the last weekend before he left (we had already agreed to start seeing other people since he was going to be out of state). I had been sick on and off all that Spring and he told me why: he was HIV poz and had probably intentionally infected me months before. The year before he and I had gotten together he had been a bottomboy and his junior year bf had bred HIV into his ass, so to retaliate he had become a stud topman and looked for a queer to pass the gift to, and I was the "lucky" faggot who got the prize. He suggested I consider switching to topping so I could break in my own slavepig. I told him "no time like the present" and forced him facedown on the bed, ripped his pants down and raped his long-unused ass. He barely fought back as he took my thick, unmedicated load with his own strain of HIV streaked through my cum. We kissed and fucked for the last time as I started my new life as a topstud stealther. That night I got a cock stud piercing so my cock would rip any ass I fucked. I already had my eye on an unpopular emo-boi who idolized me. I would offer to take him out partying that weekend and get him fucked up and horny. He would be easy to seduce and breed. My Senior year was going to be fun.

Live in a rural area and set up a private gloryhole now and then. Got a guy coming now. Anyone want to watch live on video? I'm rippofff on Skype.

12:40 I stood up with shaky legs, unsure if anything was coming next. It was just me and Kent left in Dan's house. And the residuals of the men there all night running down my legs. Dan broke the silence. Dan: "Can I ask you one more question for the video?" He smirked at me and I amused him. Andy: "Sure what is it?" Dan: "How do you feel now compared to the beginning of the night." Andy: "I feel fucking dirty man, now give me my fucking phone. There's no one else here now, you wanna try it with me alone?" He just handed over the phone fast. Andy: "That's what I fucking though. No way you're sending this to anyone." Kent stifled a laugh. I looked his way and we locked eyes. I just laughed because we were both just standing there naked and having no idea what comes next. Clark was the one who was making everything happen and he just up and left when he was done with me. Kent: "I guess it's time to go..?" Andy -small laugh-: "You fucking think?" I could only move so fast, but I did stumble myself throughout the living room to find my clothes. I put on my pants and my jacket and carried the rest out. I told Dan to fuck off and Kent escorted me outside. We walked to the drive way with an awkward silence, which he broke first. Kent -awkward laugh-: "I sure enjoyed myself." I just glared at him. Kent: "Sorry man, I thought you were good with all of that." Andy: "You think I'm fucking good with what happened in there?" Kent: "What? Didn't you want it?" Andy: "No! I just got the wrong address and walked in there tonight. They started all that shit!" Kent: "Oh fuck! Clark said you wanted to role play with us." Andy: "Fuckhead. That wasn't the case. Kent: "Shit, I'm real sorry." Andy: "Yeah well you did it too." Kent: "I'm real sorry." Andy: "Well, too late now. It's done." I felt cum dripping all down my leg. Andy: "Fuck. Can I clean up at your place? Is it far? I can't go home like this." Kent: "Yeah of course. It's not so far, just follow me." We drove a little while, and he was right, it wasn't far at all. I pulled up behind him. We walked up to his porch together without saying much, and then we got into the house, where he showed me where the bathroom was. I showered and cleaned myself up for what felt like an hour. I was so shaken and felt so dirty I just stood there for a little bit. I got out feeling a little refreshed but also a lotta sore. I walked through the house with just the towel around my waist since I didn't have any clean clothes. I found Kent in his pajamas, he looked freshly showered too. He had on some long pants and no shirt. He looked warm and comfortable, a little concerned. Kent: "You alright?" Andy: "Yeah, just. Can I wash my clothes?" Kent: "Yeah of course." Andy: "Thanks." We put them in the washer. I looked towards him. Andy -laughing-: "So can I stay the night?" Kent: "Yeah definitely, there's three spare bedrooms you can choose from." I hesitantly replied. Andy: "Can I-uh, can I sleep with you? I just feel really weird right now." Kent -smiling-: "Yeah definitely." We got into bed. At first we slept on different ends. I was still up a bit later when he rolled over and wrapped his strong arm around me, he was sleeping. I felt his breathing on my neck and the warmth of his chest on my bare back. I felt safe, and I fell asleep. 2:01 _________________________________________________________________________ Note from Mister23: I changed the format because I like this one more; it's neater and easier to keep track of things. Also, this is just like a middle part to the next part. This one kinda bored me, but it was necessary for the next one.

That's hot man. I really do love black meat. It took me a while but my buddy and I decided to try our first slam. We were hanging with a guy that we'd partied with before and he asked if we wanted a shot. My buddy said yes, so I said sure too. I was thinking of a G shot - had no clue it was going to be a slam. He leads us to his bathroom which I thought was odd since the G was in the kitchen, but figured they got distracted. The next thing I knew he was measuring out crystal and placing it in syringes mixed with saline solution. My eyes must have been bugged out of my head. We'd been smoking and did some G earlier, so my inhibitions were already down. It turned me the fuck on! We waited a few minutes to let the solution reach it's potency and he asked which of us wanted to go first. My buddy Scott volunteered (fucking slutty pig! lol) and I watched as he tied off his bicep and wiped the veiny area with an alcohol swab. Within a few seconds, the needle was in his arm and he was talking Scott through what to expect. He pulled a bit of blood back into the syringe and slowly began to inject the tina into his veins. Scott took a few deep breaths, coughed a bit - and exclaimed "HOLY FUCK!" a few times and darted over towards the bed. I followed him to make sure he was ok and I could tell he WAS. He grabbed at my cock and just fucking needed it. It was incredibly hot. He sucked me and I fucked him a bit and then it was my turn. I laid back on the bed and assumed the position. Scott kept looking at me and I could tell he was flying so hard and just waiting for me to lift off and join him. It was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced. I just wanted dick and ass and MEN. Scott and I fucked and watched our hot daddy buddy slam himself - and joined us in lift off. We fucked and played and stretched each others man-holes for the next couple of hours. Our mutual craving of big black cock kicked in and we prepared 3 more slams for us and started hunting ...

. . Can you see them now

use to fuck around with this total redneck, he loved to go to sleep with his fat soup can cock in my hole- I'd wake up with him pissing up my ass, so many times, cause he was a raunchy fukker and too lazy to get outta bed

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.

Well here i was, 9PM friday night, relaxing at home with a bowl of fresh t id picked up from my dealer on my way home. I didnt fancy hitting the scene tonight so went onto Grindr to see if i could score a nice party. I hadn't been on 5 minutes when i got a message. Quickly checked the profile, 18 year old twink, not my usual type at all. "Hey Daddy, am also chilling at home, what you looking for ;-)" I sat and thought, was this kid parTying himself? "Not too bad kid, just kicking back with a smoke, yourself?" Not 30 seconds later "Not too bad thanks daddy, just been out with mates having some 420 and feeling buzzing now!" So, the kid was high on weed, made sense. "I see, what you looking for kid?" "I like older guys daddy, looking for some wank and suck fun" So at a guess closet gay or Bi, not done much, trying his luck. As i said dont usually go for twinks, prefer mid to late 20's (im 45) with a few extra pounds, this kid looked gym toned! Well i thought about it, when suddenly my evil side started to come out, Tina does this to me sometimes, either makes me a good sub or a nasty dom! "Well boy im looking for some fun myself, wanna come over for a smoke and stuff" With that i went to the kitchen to prepare some drinks, two cokes laced with G (one more than the other) and cranked up the heating. When i got back there was a reply "Hi daddy, sure id like to come over if i can sneak out ok, whats your address?" So he still lived with his folks, all the better! I quickly typed my address and my moby number, and waited. 15 minutes later my intercom buzzes, the voice at the other end sounds very high "Hi daddy its me!" I buzz him up. I heard the lift doors open, out he struts, typical teen skater punk, i quickly usher him into my flat, as soon as he's in i lock the door turn around ram him up against the wall and kiss him hard, initially resisting he melts into my arms like butter! Breaking off, i step back "wow daddy, that was hot!". We move through into lounge, it is by now red hot but he doesn't comment, just sits on sofa. "Want a drink?" i say moving to kitchen, not waiting for a reply i head back with the two glasses, making sure his is the right one. "Thanks daddy!" he says and gulps half down before tasting it, "god that tastes weird" he pulls a face. "Yeah cheap cola sorry, store own brand!" As he sits there i produce my Tina pipe and start heating it up, his eyes are glued to it. "Whats that, weed?". "No kid better than weed, maybe you'd like to try some?" I can see the heat and the G is taking effect with him now, his face is flushed and hes sweating. "Take off your shirt kid, or you'll boil up!" With a moments hesitation he does, i sit there across from him watching, blowing out big clouds. His eyes are still rivetted to my pipe, i move across to him, hold the stem to his lips, and start heating the bowl, when its ready tell him to inhale slowly, he too a massive lungful of that pipe, held it then blew it out without a cough. "That's smooth, can i have another?". Overall he took 4 hits before i said down next to him. "So kid, what you wanna do, what you done in past?" I ask. "Well mostly jerk and suck with mates, not done much yet, not out yet". As he's saying this i can see his eyes get moist and a glazed look, he starts sweating more. Wow thats some rush he pants, as he looks at me i lean forward and shotgun some more smoke into his lungs before giving him a long hard kiss, again, he seems to melt into me and this time i hear him moan. This is going to be fun! To be continued...

At a recent CumUnion, one bottom monopolized the fuck bench in the orgy room. Although he was laying face down with his ass up, he gave all the tops attitude, and even went so far as to push away one top saying "I don't take less than 12 inches." He pushed me away saying simply "Fuck off." He quizzed another top about his poz status. During the time I was there, no top got into his ass. So here's my question: when a bottom lies on a fuck bench in an orgy room, shouldn't he keep his mouth shut and take all cocks and loads up his ass?

If I can be a little self indulgent for moment, I'd like to share a link to the Raven's Eden Porn Awards. I'm nominated in several categories and am blown away. Some of the categories are a real stretch, like Performer of the Year, come on (but thanks to whoever nominated me for that!). But some of them I'd really love to win. Like Best Newcomer, Best Performer Blog, and of course, Best Creampie (though I'm not sure where I would display that one lol). I'm also nominated with fellow BZ bud Jeff Grove for hottest Male/male couple. I have to admit we do look good together. He's a hot man. Anyway, I'd appreciate it if those of you have jerked off to my videos over the last few years would take a minute and vote for me. A little recognition would mean a lot. I'm pretty tickled right now. https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/RavensEden2016

It was not that long ago. I met up with a friend who wanted to hang out. He text me and asks "Do you want to get together?" I said sure, I'm not doing anything. So he has me pick him up and we go riding. He says a few buddies want to chill; lets go to their spot...so I said Ok. Anyway, a little while later we get over to house to find the guys chilling in the living room with party supplies scattered about the table. Everyone is smoking weed and T and a guy is slamming. I felt real uncomfortable and I was anxious to leave but my buddy grabbed my arm and asked "Where are you going? I was like..." I can't hang" I going home. He said "naw! You can't leave me here. You said you wanted to chill. So I reluctantly stayed. Anyway, one of the guys on the couch. He was an older scruffy dom type. I would say about mid 40's brown hair, tall, thick, muscular. He was stripped down to just his boxers briefs and you can see the outline of a huge hung cock that was leaking a little. I kept eyeing him the whole time I was there. He offered to calm me down, so he shoved a bowl in front of me and said. "Try it. You'll relax. I said naw...I can't do that. After a while he offered to me again and I kept resisting until he moved closer to me on the other end of the couch. He gave me a bunch of compliments and said he liked me. I thanked him and he started rubbing on my chest and neck. It' felt so good to feel such strong hands touching me. I slowly relaxed and he offered me a hit on his bowl. I told him I never done any kind of drug, not even a single puff of a cigarette. He said that's cool. "I will take care of you" in the back of my mind I was like what the hell. I want you! So after he offered another hit I took a long drag off his bowl while he held the lighter up to heat the T. Shortly after I took a puff and offered me another hit and than another. I was feeling really good. He than pushed me to the floor right in front of his dripping cock. He said "suck it" I was like I don't do that. He than pulled his throbbing cock out. It had to be a good nine inches of thick italian cock. I began sucking and he said I'm going to fuck you up real good tonight. I was a little afraid of what that meant but he than ripped my closes off without me hesitating. He turned my ass towards him and said I am to open that hole up and make it relax. he a minute of waiting he took his finger and slid it deep into tight pink hole. I felt a burning sensation and I was like what the fuck. What did you do? It burns...He was like, naw it's ok, it's just the T that I inserted into your willing hole. I said what the fuck. I don't do this shit and said "your gonna do a whole lot of shit tonight. You will be my pig slut. I melted. I was thinking in the back of my head "this is what I wanted!" He than started to finger my hole real deep and slowly adding fingers and lubing me up oil. After a while of hole stretching, he than pushes me flat on the floor and props my ass up. He than slams his hung cock deep into my hole. He had no condom on. Part II coming soon.

I like Yuckboys live very much. It is my favourite now. Especially the one with tooken. Damn, he is one hell of a boy. Anyone have full length video link, the below one is 5 mins http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph55bbebe21fbb9

Nothing hotter than falling asleep w a huge load(s) blocked by a massive cock in your cunt then woken up by him slowly pumping another in.

Ok Tiger all categories accounted for, keep us posted on the results, rooting for you

not sure if my opinion means a crap, but in my view, those that use terms like sexually uninhibited are really fishing to find out what you are looking for...then they can decide if you match up. no doubt finding out about bareback preferences could be an issue to some of those folks. just be direct and say if you are of if you are not a barebacker......and then lets not judge either way.

Congrats. I voted for you, hope you win.

Young and full of cum maybe i will least i can do for these awesome storys

Hi guy, I live outside kc. Love to pnp, wild fuck session. Hmu

The sky is falling the sky is falling. Dude, you are being ridiculous. I barebacked as a bottom for over 25 years with hundreds of men and only got the virus three years ago. You thinking your situation is dire after only eight encounters is absurd. The virus is hard to get. Even if you fucked a positive bottom with a high viral load, you would have had to have blood contact in some way. True, it only takes one encounter, but stop with the dramatics. What you need to do is go tomorrow and get tested. Stop with the "probable acceptance" crap. Accept the truth when it becomes your reality. After you get tested, then you need to get on PreP and go fuck some holes. A premature ejaculator can be very popular in a gang bang setting where a bottom is taking loads. But, for now, enough: go get tested. You have nothing to accept at this point except that you are overly dramatic. Sorry if I sound harsh, but eight times topping bareback is nothing. GO GET TESTED TOMORROW.

Gone to sleep with cock in my ass with the guy laid on top of my back kissing my neck. Even better is waking up to getting fucked with a cock in my ass.

I backed off then, just to see his face. The glazed look was still in his eyes but there was a new one now, Lust. Well, lets see how far he wants to play this out "Mmmm you kiss well boy, making daddy hard". As soon as id said this his face flushed an he looked down at my crotch, then at the floor "Thankyou daddy" he quietly replied, god this boy was really into it! I gently took his hand and placed it on my hard dick, Tina always makes me a) hard, and pre cum heavily). With my other hand i took hold of his chin and pulled his face up to look at me "You gonna suck daddys dick boy, show him how good you are?". Fumbling with my zipper he slowly took out my cock, not massive, only 7.5 uncut but thick. He seemed to be a bit lost in a daze so i put my hand on the back of his head and pulled his head down, he opened his lips and took my dick in his mouth, trying to go balls deep in one go and choking himself "Wow boy, pull your lips over your teeth as well" Must admit he wasn't that bad for a newby, and god did it feel good to have this twink working my dick. Then the nasty side started coming out in me, gently at first but with increasing force i pushed his head down further until he strated choking, then pop, i felt my dick head enter his throat "keep breathing boy" i told him as he adjusted, then stood up whilst holding onto his head whilst forcing him onto his knees and roughly started fucking his throat. God this felt hot, knowing i had this twink at my power, knowing he was mine to do with as i wanted. I kept the skull fucking up for about 10 minutes then let him come up for air, pushing him back off my dick he fell back slightly and lay there panting and flushed. Time for some more t i thought, but i think we need to up the game a little. "Stand up boy" i firmly told him, the look in my eye then if nothing else convinced him to do as i said, quick as a flash he was stood in front of me. "Follow me boy" with that i turned and walked out of the lounge and into my playroom. Well i call it that, all it is really is my spare room with a sling frame in it. When i got there i dug out an old dirty jock left over from my last hard session, put it on the sling and dug out a leather harness, i turned to him (he had followed me, good boy!) and told him "Strip off your clothes and put these on, call me when youve finished and dont take too long". Without waiting for a reply i walked out and into my own room, i quickly stripped off and put on my leather jock, harness, bicep strap, boots and muir cap, slipping on and tying my boots to finish off. "Im ready daddy" i heard him call, he sounded eager and alert, my dick twitched in my jock. I walked back into the sling room, he was stood there waiting, in my hand i had another G laced coke, some tina, my pipe and some slamming gear. I dont slam often, tending to prefer smoking, but i do partake sometimes. "Good boy, now have another drink then get in the sling" he quickly downed his drink with only a minor grimace, then looked at the sling. God he'd probably never even seen one before! "Ok boy, stand in front of it, facing me, then lie back" nervously he did. "Right now bring your legs up" again he did it, after only a minor hesitation. I secured his ankles into the straps, telling him that they were there to stop him falling out (yeah, right!). "Would you like another smoke boy?" "Yes please daddy!" I could see the T was getting him hooked, he wanted to keep that buzz. "You've done well so far boy, keep it up and il have a treat for you" I lit up and as soon as the pipe was ready got him to have 4 big hits off it. The 2nd dose of G and the T he'd just had were really hitting his system now, his dick was no longer hard but he was really turned on, slowly i caressed his chest, then went to work on his nipples. Probably no onehad ever done this to him before, he moaned like a bitch on heat and lifted himself up to meet my biting mouth "Easy boy, not so fast" then i went back to work, soon i had him writhing in the sling, i backed off and he looked at me confused. "We've got hours yet boy, and ive so much more to show you" Then i pulled up a stool and took a good long look at his ass, best bubble but id seen in years, with just a light coating of fuzz, god this lad would have every daddy in a club lusting after him! Pulling apart his cheeks i dived in and started rimming him, if he thought me chewing his nips was good he wasnt ready for what this did to him, the groans and moans he was giving off would of woken the dead, i kept working his hole hard, loosening it up bit by bit, then decided to try a finger, at first he flinched but i ressured him and he opened up enough for me to work into him. "I wasnt expecting this..." he panted, yeah right probably expected a spliff and a suck when he turned up! "I know boy, but daddy's gonna show you" Little prick tease probably been trying it on all over Grindr. Whilst i was working his ass with one hand, with another i gently worked a nice tina shard out of the bag with the other, passing it upto my other hand as i quickly pulled out my finger, placing it on the tip before working it back in again. "Ow that stings!" he exclaimed, again i reassured him, telling him it was because he was so tight, as the tina melted and worked into his system his ass loosened right up, i looked at him maintaining eye contact, as the rush hit him he threw back his head " Fuck!". "Oh i will boy, just wanna make sure your ready for i" What he didnt know was i was also using my fingers to scratch his insides, as i now worked 2, 3 then 4 into him i could see red traces on them, i had already strated using j-lube on him to work his hole with. He now looked back at me with a worried expression "I've never been fucked before, im not sure....". "You'll be fine boy, you like how my fingers feel dont you?" He nodded. "Good, i think your ready for the next step boy, you like how the pipe feels dont ya?" He nodded again. "Well this will feel a hell of alot better, believe me!" With that i turned around and prepared two rigs, nice medium size dose for me and a slightly bigger one for him, picked up the rigs, strap and some swabs i turned around and walked around to his head, placing the stuff on a nearby set of draws. He looked at me nervously again "I dont do hard drugs..." he said, "Well kid what do you think was in that pipe, weed? Its Tina boy, crystal meth, feels good doesnt it". I could see his face become more worried, almost panicy. Dont worry boy, i wont do anything to harm you, i havent yet have i?" my voice intoned nothing but re-assurance. "Ok il do myself first, you can see what i do, theres no harm involved and you'll be ok". I then strapped my arm, swabbed a vein and put in the syringe, pulling back for a flush of blood, i then pushed in, pulled out the needle, undid the strap and held my arm above my head, a quick cough as the rush hit and i felt fucking amazing! "See boy, nothing to it!" He still looked nervous, but there was a look of hunger there too, the rush from the shard was lessening a bit "Ok daddy, but not too much, god i never do this kind of thing!" Yes i thought, tina does tend to do this to you, silly young fuck! Slowly i prepped him, talking him through it all, with only the slightest wince i put in the needle, when i pulled out and told him to raise his arm, i pulled off the strap and then the rush hit him, if he thought the pipe felt good this must of been fucking amazing. "God that feels good daddy" he was panting heavier now, i fetched him a glass of water and made him drink it down, dont want him passing out on me! "How does your ass feel boy?" "Different daddy, twitchy?" I moved back around to his ass, i could see it twitching, god he needed to be fucked. Slowly i lined my dick up with his ass, then started teasing his hole, rubbing over it then slowly pushing in a bit before pulling out again. "What do you want now boy" "I want you to fuck me daddy, i've never been fucked but i want it" He'd probably jacked himself off at night thinking about being fucked, suprised no one had got there first! "Ok boy but theres a few rules, once im in i dont pull out, i never use condoms, and i always shoot in the guy, ok?" "Please use a condom daddy, i dont like the idea of unsafe" Dumb shit, does he think he can tell me what to do? "I thought i was clear boy, when i fuck its bare only, if your not happy with this then get up and dressed and go home and dont bother me again" With that i made to unstrap his ankles, as i worked the first strap i saw him chewing his lip. "Ok daddy, i want to get fucked so bad, i dont know why but i do, and i trust you" God he really was naive, little bit of chems and a stranger and he was offering them his hole. Gotta love twinkies! "Right boy, but any more of that kind of shit and il throw you out myself, got it?" He lay back and nodded. "Ok, now you may need these i said as i passed him some poppers, i showed him what to do with them. He took 6 huge goes up each nostril as i placed my dick at the entrance to his ass, then i pushed forward, i could feel his hole tense despite the poppers. Now what i hadn't told him through all this was i had HIV, wasn't on meds, probably had a high viral load, and got off on pozzing guys, with or without they're knowledge. "Slow down" he croaked but i kept pushing until i was balls deep. "You'll get used to it boy, kee breathing, try some more poppers". I held my dick there for a few minutes whilst he adjusted, then slowly began to work it in and out, building up a nice rythym until i was pounding him. As i worked myself up all i could hear from him was a stream of "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" which as i sped up descended into groans. "After a while i slowed down a bit, looked him hard in the eye and said "tell me you want my cum boy, tell me you want daddy's cum in your ass". By this time he was in 7th heaven, the drugs combined with my cock had sent him into a dream world. "Please cum in me daddy, just dont stop fucking me, god your dick feels so good, i never thought it would be like this!" With that i picked up the pace a bit, then 30 seconds later i felt it, my dick started spasaming and i shot a huge load in him. "HERE'S MY DIRTY CUM BOY, TAKE MY GIFT FUCKER!" As my orgasm subsided i saw that his cock had got hard again, id been so lost in the fuck i hadn't noticed until now, and he has a small pool of precum on his stomach. Slowly i pulled out, telling him to clench his ass to stop any coming out whilst i reached over for a butt plug to put in him. He winced slightly as i force it home, but then just lay there panting. I helped him out of the sling and back into the lounge. As he sat on the sofa, i fetched him another drink, his dick was still hard but he didnt seem to have the energy to do anything with it. This was too good an opportunity to miss, taking this lads last neg load, so i discretly put a bit of lube on my ass, then started jacking him off with my lube covered hand, with his eyes closed it was the work of a moment as he came to orgasm to quickly stand up, sit on him and ride him, in a few quick strokes he came, the suprise on his face realsing he had shot on me was a picture. After we'd both cleaned up a i fetched his clothes and told him to get dressed, he looked suprised. "But i cant go back home like this, they'll know im on something!". To be continued, have one or two ideas i need to think through 1st.

The End.

Last night I was feeling extra horny for cum in my ass. I came across an ad on craigslist of a young 22yo straight guy who was looking to get sucked, & fuck an ass. So I responded, after some exchanging of emails, & then texts, he comes over. He's about 5'10, stick thin, skater type, with about a dick of about 7-8inches & thick. Before he came over, I had a pricked condom prepared. I began sucking him, & lubed my self up with the saliva that accumulated in my mouth. I put the condom on him with it really tight on his head. He fucked me for about 20min, but during this time he got semi-soft a few times & I kept getting off & sucking him, with the condom on. He seemed to get the hardest when I sucked him. But the last time I turned around to suck him, he wasn't getting fully hard. So I took the condom off to suck him bare skin to bare mouth. He was standing at the edge of my bed the whole time. I had the condom in my hands, under my head while I was sucking his dick. Blocking his view of the condom in my hands. I felt around the tip of the condom for the pricks I had put it in. I pulled on the head & tore a big hole in the condom. By this time he was fully hard again. So I slipped the condom back on him, but left a little hang off the end of his dick so he wouldn't notice his head popping out of it. Then I turned back around & guided his dick back into my ass with my hand. I held his dick a little tight in order to keep the condom still while his dick slid all the way in, so his head would slide out the tip. And it did! He got to work fucking me, never pulling out all the way, then unloaded his cum in my ass. When he finished, he stood there for a minute, dick inside me, trying to catch his breath & pull him self together. So I reached my hand back & gripped onto his dick telling him to pull out. As he was pulling out I held onto the condom so it would slide off all at one time as he pulled out. I held the condom in my closed hand, & cleaned & sucks his dick some. Then he left. He seemed to still be a little young & naive, especially to gay sex. He never HAD any clue of what I did. We texted after & I asked him "Was there anything specific you liked about it?" Trying to see if he knew what I did. But all he replied with were things like he enjoyed my ass & my mouth. The second guy I met off Grindr. He was a 29yo bear type with a 7in dick. He was a VERY cute bear! He was visiting my area, & we had chatted for a couple days before we hooked up. He arrived at my place in a business suit, because he was visiting for work. The business man type was really hot for me. I prepared another pricked condom. And I sucked him for a while, used my saliva as lube, put the condom on him tight, then he slid in. This fuck was a little longer, & even involved kissing. He was a really good kisser. While he was fucking me on my stomach, I reached back to his dick & could feel the texture difference around his head. I could feel the condom just below his head, & I felt his bare skin of his head. And this happened rather quickly. I guess I had pricked that one a few more times than the other. He told me to flip over onto my back. I guess he was close to cumming because he pulled the condom off as I turned over. But then he stopped & looked at the condom. He went into the bathroom for some light, then he came back to me on the bed. He told me "The condom broke, & probably has been broken for a while." I was just like "Oh?" with a kind of concerned/scared look on my face. Which was hard to fake because I wanted his cum so bad. Since he now realized he had been fucking me with a broken condom, & I secretly already knew. He slid his dick back into me raw & asked me where I wanted him to cum. I just replied with "Inside." He began pounding his dick as hard & deep into me as he could. Soon he shot his load & It felt like I could feel it hitting the inside of my back, if that makes any sense. His cum shot so deep! Then he bent over so kiss me some more, pulled out, cleaned up, got dressed, & left. I did end up taking 2 more loads that night, but they were from fuck buds I already know. So I had a total of 4 loads in my ass by the end of the night. I wanted to keep them in me as long as possible. So I went to sleep & went to work today with them still in me. When I got home around 6pm, I went to use the restroom. No cum came out. I'm guessing & hoping my insides absorbed it. All these guys said they're clean, but we'll see

Fuck I wish someone had done this for me I'm like a rock atm

Omg I love this.

I'm surprised the tops gave him a choice what cocks he took.

I wish a guy like that would send me a message and tell me he wants to infect me. I would be there in a hurry to see what it is like.

Hell yes! It makes me want to get into breeding position so I can be mounted and bred by any cock as well!

Part X As he got up then, I could not move at all. I just lay there wondering what the hell I had just done. I had not even thought to ask him his status, and now he has told me he is HIV poz and that his viral load is around 1,000,000. Way the hell high enough to knock me up on one try, I would think. He just stood there staring at me for a bit and then asked "You okay?" I had trouble answering as all I could do was stare at his huge cock which was still quite a ways up, even if it wasn't a full on hard. My mind was racing all over the place, trying to figure out what to do. I had only wanted to see that beauty of a cock, and maybe touch it, but now I was laying there, having not only touched it, but having sucked it and having been fucked by it. OMG was all I could think. Such a magnificent fuck. Way better than any fuck I had had before. And I was fucked by a huge fuckin' poz cock to boot! What the hell was I to do now? Finally I found my voice and asked "Why did you do that to me?" "Well, I've seen you and your boy in the bar several times, and I noticed how you dance, and I sensed you needed for me to fuck you. Well, that plus you have one of the nicest looking asses I've ever seen. From your movements on the dance floor, especially when you rub up against some of the other dancers, teasing the guys and driving them crazy, I just knew you needed some poz cum to set yourself free so you could really have fun." "I don't remember having seen you at the bar," I replied. "Well, I own the place, and often watch the floor through a one-way mirror. I don't go out on the main floor very often. I just like to watch to make sure my guests are having a good time, and that my employees are doing their jobs. When I saw you, I was really tempted to join in, but as it was, I didn't think we'd ever get together - until, that is, I saw you on line. That's when I decided to tease you a bit, tempting your inner slut to come out, and, if I was successful, I decided to fuck you and turn you into my poz cumdump." Whatever he thought, I was still, however, freaking out, and I blurted out "But I love my boy! Now what am I going to do?" "Honestly, I just wanted to have sex with you, and so just go on - stay with your boyfriend," he replied. "How the hell am I going to explain to him that I've been pozzed? He'll obviously figure-out I've cheated on him." "Bring your boy up here soon, and start fucking him. I'll take it from there," he suggested. "What do you mean, by saying 'you'll take it from there'" I asked. "I'm betting your boy will bottom for my cock - once he takes a look at me," he replied. I didn't think so, but thought it sweet to watch, especially as I had never seen my boy bottom. Ever. It would definitely be hot.

Same pig top from Thursday's 6 hour fist and fuck session hit me up today for my ass. I had a bad weekend- 2 different bath houses, and both left me without even a single load. And then yesterday-not a single fuck all day long. So I was in a bad mood and had actually eaten a big meal last night, and then he calls today.FUCK! Worked like a SOB to hose out as deep as I knew I would need to be- he was coming in 2 hours. I scrambled, and had some disasterous flushes, but then--it flushed clean, the crampy feeling was gone, and I knew I was ready. He showed up right on time,i ate his cock as he undressed. Moaning and content with my efforts, he began in on my hole, and quickly had his cock and balls all up inside me. Over the next 5 hours, I had just about everything he could find in my hole- his fist to mid arm, cock and balls, piss, at one point his foot ( in a latex glove--don't think he was expecting me to take him up on it--but I had the pleasure of watching his eyes as I ate the toes, then slid on down onto the arch of his foot--once it was seated, I began fucking myself with it--he just had this huge ,wide eyed look on his face. At another point, about 3 hours in to play ( and a rum and coke and some water later) he needed to piss- I was already in the sling and he had been fisting and fucking me- so I had him unhook the leg straps from the front end of the sling and winch my legs way up and back to the rear chains-pointing my ass to the ceiling.Once in position, he then pulled a chair up to the sling, stood on it, and pushed his cock into my gaped hole, and let it flow. When he was done, he pushed an inflatable butt plug up into my hole, pumped it as large as it would go, then got side tracked and left me upside down-his piss running deeper and deeper into me. Finally let me down, and we headed out to the outdoor patio so I could let the piss out and onto him--except---when the plug came out and he was under me waiting for the piss shower--nothing came out. i was finally able to spray him with my own piss. He used my hole for another 45 minutes before having to head back to his home. And I still have not had his piss stream out- I guess it is absorbed into my guts now-- so it is time to head to the local leather bar for underwear night.. and maybe an offer to top me off some more

I swear there's no place like New York for hot men and sex anywhere, anytime you want it. Last night I was so horny just thinking about Cumunion that I decided to warm up at the East Side Club. I admit I had almost given up on that place, since my last visit i felt like the Omega Man. Last night, on the other hand, it was hopping at 8:30. I was making out with a very sexy guy with a beard in his room within five minutes. He was so handsome, he just stopped me in my tracks. The rooms are tiny and you almost can't help having your ass hang off the bed if you're kneeling to suck a hot cock, and his was beautiful. He must have opened the door, or maybe I hadn't closed it completely after I let myself in. Probably the latter, cuz this dude was looking like a god to me. Pretty soon a small but muscled black guy was standing in the door. As I was kneeling to chow down on my host's cock, balls, and furry hole, he must have waved the dude in. He started playing with my ass, which must have seemed like an open invitation for anyone passing by. The black dude smelled great--slightly stake sweat and salt that are almost as good as poppers. He had those, too, I was still focused on the first guy's cock but the black dude put one hand on the back of my head, encouraging me to keep sucking. With his other, he put some lube on my crack and really slowly started sliding a finger up and down my crack. No objection from me when he maneuvered into position behind me and pressed his cock against my hole. I'm sure I moaned with pleasure. The dude I was sucking certainly did, and said, Fuck, yeah! I wanted that hole but you take it first." Both of them were feeding me poppers and by that point I was a bitch in heat. The black guy was gentle but firm, nice hard cock but not huge. Thanks to lube, kneeling with my ass in the air, a hot cock down my throat, and a muscle dude wanting my ass, I totally caved and told myself just to give it up, forget about controlling the situation, and go with it. I can't remember the last time a top started to "long dick" me. At least I think that's what it's called when a guy digs deep, pulls all the way out, and then enters just as your hole is closing up. It was an incredible feeling, like getting fucked for the first time every few seconds! It's clear he loved tagging a white boy's ass and he kept asking if I liked black cock. Fuck, yeah! I had plenty of warning I was gonna be flooded at both ends. The guy whose room we were in kept saying "I want some of that," but the black dude never let up. He kept my head down, telling me to work on the cock filling my throat. He told me I was their bitch and asked if I was gonna behave like one. The sound of his balls slapping my ass was amazing. I was sure the whole ESC could hear us. Just as I was getting sore from his steady in, then out, then in, pulling out, then single thrust in deep. My head was spinning from poppers and it felt like the whole room was speeding up. The guy under me blew first. He just flooded my mouth! There was too much cum to savor, and I had to swallow to keep up--not exactly what I'd planned to do. Next the black dude sank his cock in deep and lierally growled as he ground his cock into me and pushed in so deep I was totally flattened. I couldn't feel him shooting inside but I could definitely feel cum leaking out as he withdrew his cock for the ladt time. Lots of satisfied sighs, wiping sweat off, mopping up, high fives, and patting of my well-used ass. We parted ways drained (or in my case, full to the brim with fresh seed), smiling, and totally wiped out the way tops and bottoms should be. God bless New York.

Well, began vacation today, had toyed with flying somewhere, but decided to stay in town and try my luck--a piggy top bud hit me up today and was in my ass by 2p, got fisted, ball fucked, fucked, pissed in and on, and then more fisting and fucking- went on for 6 hours, and I think we were on just about every piece of furniture in the bedroom, ( sling, fuck bench, bed, floor, end of the bed--) played on the patio for the piss scene, and even played out in the back yard with the garden hose after all the pissing was done ( and then started back up as the water began spraying) Sitting here now trying to decide if I am really done, or if I ought to head out to the tubs for a while and see who is hard and willing to breed--AND I still have 9 more days to get bred up

For me it was long-festering Condom Fatigue. I lived through the "bad old days" of HIV and AIDS and the deaths of friends and lovers. The fear made me a strict condom user for years. I hated the damn things but saw them as necessary for staying alive while still having sex occasionally with other people. Gradually, I started watching only BB porn and hating the condom even more. When I didn't use a condom (for the great sex!), I would beat myself up with worry afterward. I saw how much hot the sex in BB porn vids was. I read about other real men's experiences here and yearned for the some of the same. So when I heard about PrEP, I eagerly researched and learned a lot about it and finally decided it was right for me. (I also learned a lot about TasP and how undetectable HIV+ guys are essentially non-infectious. And I started meeting HIV+ guys in person and online who were living normal, healthy lives.) I stopped fearing the HIV monster I'd been taught about. Before I was on PrEP, I avoided opening an account on BBRT. But once on PrEP, I signed up with BBRT right away to finally meet the sexual partners I really wanted. These past couple of years I'd say I have been having the best sex since college: I enjoy it a lot more, now free of all that worry that came with condoms and the hassle of having and using and negotiating their use.

Thanks for sharing this here. I'm sober. all the fags i meet are meth addicts. I'm really glad i read this = Validation!

I still kick myself for having played safe for too long. Now condoms don't even enter my mind, and certainly not my hole. It's addictive. Neg or Poz , if a guy has DNA to share I want it.

Amazing!!!!!!!!!

And "for a minute" turns into hours of tweaked-out sketchy sex.. looking forward to the next installment

hot!!

My boyfriend and I go to the bathhouse and other cruise spots together. We both take cocks bb (he is vers, I am a bottom). He's doesn't quite realize how much of a nasty pig I am as far as other stuff, but the bb thing is a non-issue.

*Writer's Notes: Hey folks. Back again to entice you with more. Sorry about the wait. Now let's get back into it. The Hunt- Part VI: The Hunted Rise __________________________________________________________ Marcus I was in complete control. My powers were fully restored now, in accuracy and potency. My desire to get back to my beloved fueled the fire within me. The sigil was broken completely, and a simple healing spell took care of the bleeding wound in my arm. I held the man, Joshua as I heard him say before, where he stood without breaking a sweat. I neither knew nor cared who these people were, but they were in for a world of hurt if they kept me from my goals. "You think you can talk like that to me?!" The leatherbound ass was struggling in vain against my power, the veins of his neck and head popping out, his cock still rock hard and aching for release. His little trick was still out cold, and their victim renewed the struggle for freedom. "You have no idea who you're dealing-" He kept fuming and spitting venom, oblivious to the change-up in roles. I've had enough of this rant, I thought. I brought my hand up and gestured, focusing at his mouth, and touched my fingertips together in a hushing manner, causing his mouth to forcibly close. As hard as he tried, my will was keeping him from forming words. "Actually, yes I think I can talk however I so please," I resumed. " and obviously YOU have no idea who the FUCK you're dealing with. Allow me to demonstrate." Channeling my power through my hand, I lifted him off the ground, his booted feet dangling beneath him. With a forcible push, he was slammed hard against the concrete wall behind him. Confident in the strength of my mind, I lowered my hand, pleased that his body still pinned up where he was. His breathing was erratic and fast. Judging by his outfit, I figured he had never been overpowered by anyone in his life. A quick glance down and I saw that his cock was still as rock hard as before. Sicko must like it, I thought. "Now stay there and pipe down," I said, ice dripping in my voice, and as I spoke, I mentally called a glamour to my eyes making them flash bright red. His body jerked in surprise, his eyes wide with confusion and fear. Glamours were excellent to use in scare tactics. I looked over at their victim, who had witnessed the strange events unfold before him. His eyes were wide with fear, his thoughts and feelings racing at a mile a minute. He thought I was gonna kill him, or take a turn. I chuckled a bit from that one. I summoned my power and cast it over the contraption. A controlled snap of my fingers and the rack holding him shattered apart, his battered body crumpling to the cold floor. While I was disgusted with him for what I had learned, I couldn't just leave him there like that. Long ago, when beginning in the Craft, I vowed both to never take a human life or let someone die if I could help them, despite who they were. As he rolled onto his back, I strode over and kneeled down next to him. Placing two fingers on his brow, I thought of healing and strength as I intoned under my breath: "Animo ac corpore sano. Omnia nunc dolor reliquit." (Translation: I heal your body and your mind. All your pain now left behind.) Instantly, his body's various bruises and swelling began to recede. The blood between his legs began to evaporate and the bruises and tears vanished as if they never occurred. His skin was flush with color again and his strength was returning. I removed the ball gag from his mouth. His breathing was still a bit ragged but fuller in sound. He was more freaked at this supernatural display. "Relax and breathe," I told him. His lips quivered, trying to form words and yet finding none. I held up a finger and his lips snapped shut, his whole body flinching from his previous trauma. "Ah ah ah. No need for words. You deserved everything you just got and more for the things you've done. I know. I've seen it in your mind. You will be held accountable for them too someday. But for now..." I explained to him as I looked up and glared at "Joshua", still hanging from his spot on the wall, " I have more important matters to attend to." Remembering that I must be secretive with mortals and not wanting this to come back and haunt me, I met his gaze and commanded: "Omnes magicae vidistis videbitur nisi a vividae visum." (Translation: All the magick you have seen will seem naught but a vivid dream.) With those words, his eyes flashed with white light, telling me that his mind was now void of our previous interaction and the display he'd just witnessed. He shook his head, dazed and sat up mechanically. Before he had time to make heads or tails of the scene, I jumped right in to direct him. "Hey, you gotta get out of here quick. There are others coming!" He looked at me blankly, not knowing who I was, and then at his surroundings. "GET MOVING! GO!!!" I yelled. He didn't waste time after that. Oblivious that he was still stark naked, he scrambled to his feet and ran out the door, huffing and puffing off to find a way out of this strange place. I flicked the door closed behind him to deter any further interruptions, and placed a simple but powerful Barrier Spell upon it to keep out intruders and barring the sound from leaving the room. "Alone at last," I said aloud to my captive audience, his attention snapping back to me. "Now where was I? Oh yes." I rose to my feet and walked slowly toward him. I may have vowed never to take another life if I could avoid it. But if you do some studying in biology, you'd be surprised what the human body can endure. "You, little man," I began, emphasizing the insult," are going to give me answers. If you're truthful and forthcoming, I'll release you and you can take care of Psycho Junior over there," I pointed to his unconscious friend, Brett. "If not, then I will make you tell me what I want to know the hard way." I brought my hand up inches from his face and, thinking of fire, conjured a scorching ball of flame before his widening eyes. His mouth still shut, his muffled cries came pouring out. "Do we have an understanding?" I asked. He nodded his head in response. "That's a good boy," I cooed, taunting him like a little puppy. I let the fireball fade away and with a flick of the fingers, I released the muscles that were holding his mouth shut. He grunted and gasped, feeling the control of his mouth coming back to him. "So, first of all, where the hell are we and why are we here?" Still breathing heavily he answered in a labored voice, knowing not to bullshit me." This place is in the outskirts of Colorado, and we were invited to take part in the Hunt- where we poz negs however we want as a contest." "Lovely," I responded. "Invited by who?" "I don't know anything about him. Only that he goes by the name Nephelim and this is his estate." Mystery ringleader, I thought to myself. A practitioner of some sort too. When I was cloaked, I saw his friend's chest and heard them talk of this 'Nephelim' when it happened. But later on that. "How many more of you sick fuckers are in on this?" I demanded of him, seeing him squirm at this forced role reversal and finally seceding to it." About 12 guys. Well, 6 of us are human. I don't know about the rest." That got my attention. It would probably take longer for him to explain, so I decided to use a technique I was taught years ago: Sapiunt Juncto (Mind Joining, to access the mind of another, gaining their senses, knowledge, memories, etc.). I stepped up to him and placed my thumbs on his eyes, connecting with his mind to see what he had seen of his cohorts. In a flash, the knowledge and memories he held within his mind flowed directly into mine, teaching me about what these sick trogs were playing at. I saw his whole life as he had lived it. Childhood, puberty, adulthood and his present. The email he and his boy received. The lust that awakened within him. Withdrawing the necessary funds to participate and luring a young man into a dark- windowed van. Suddenly, I was in a giant darkened hall, facing a dark man on a dark throne. Nephelim no doubt, I deducted. Wasting no time I looked about to the others, studying their auras with my magickal sight. I immediately found my captor among them. Strange, I pondered. He had no aura. I filled in the blanks quickly- only the dead lack auras. He was Vampire, but of a different kind somehow. I didn't know how I knew that, but I knew. I studied him a moment, his bright green eyes glowing like the will-o'-the-wisp on a foggy night. It was enchantment of some kind. I would have to remedy that if we crossed paths, which was inevitable. The memory of him hunting me down like dog threatened to break my concentration, so I quelled my growing rage and continued my assessment. I saw a Giant next, his hulking form catching me offguard. A Satyr stepped into my view as well. I nearly broke my focus completely upon seeing the thing caressing the Hellspawn with devil horns, its true form unhidden from my sight. I can't believe it, I thought. A Pure Demon, I realized, here and now. My teacher made sure that I commit to memory the many shapes and forms that Demons take- especially those of the Old Ones. These guys are coming out of the woodwork. The last was almost a no- brainer: the composition of his aura and how he glared at my captor told me everything. A Werewolf- natural born enemies of all Vampirekind. {The wolf among the sheep.} Garrett's warning to me returned to the front of my mind. I made a note to beware of him. The rest of the party was human- no doubt as sadistic and twisted as Joshua and his partner. While I knew I was pushing my luck dragging this out, I turned again to the shadowed figure before them. His aura of darkness was pulsing with evil energy. No human being could project darkness like that. No matter how hard I focused, his face and true nature remained hidden to me. Suddenly, his shadowy head turned toward me sharply, his eyes flashing a bright white. My mind nearly went blank. No mistake. Though it was a past memory- he could see me. Pointing a finger directly at me, with the tiniest of flicks, I was thrown back and cast out... What seemed like minutes was merely a second in the real world. I released Joshua's head and composed myself, still taking in all I had seen and what I was up against. Chills crawled down my spine. "Ok. Not all human. Got it," I said to myself. His groan caught my attention, drawing my gaze back to him. He was shaking his head, the strange invasion leaving him dizzy. I took a deep breath and focused myself back to the here and now. Ok, back to business. My hand snapped with lightning speed across his cheek, snapping his head to the left."HEY! Snap out of it! We're not done yet." He glared at me, appalled at being disciplined. Men like these were easy to piss off, and almost always easy to break. " So," I began, recalling the information I absorbed from him, " How many more people are being subjected to this?" His lips tightened into a scowl, dictating he wasn't up to telling me. "Ok, have it your way." Fire enveloped my hand as I slowly reached up to his chest. I slowly dragged my fingers down, the fire's heat increasing and scorching the man's flesh. He tried and failed to stifle his screams, which echoed in the open room. Burns blistered quickly upon him, forming four claw-like trails on his abdomen, the smell of burnt flesh and hair slowly lacing the air. A quick look and I discovered that his boner still had not gone down. I slapped at it with my other hand, exciting a gasp from him. He would never have admitted it, but I felt his lust jump through the roof. Alright, I thought. Since pain isn't getting him to talk, it looks like he needs some more incentive to come clean. My ears picked up quiet groans, Joshua's cries bringing his buddy slowly back to consciousness. A dark thought creeped into my mind, nearly clouding my vision. {I want out of here,} I said to myself. {I want to be back home in the arms of my love.} In a moment, I decided. Kids gloves are coming off. Time to play a bit dirty. I extinguished the fire as my hand stroked his cheek, rubbing my control of him right in his face. A dark smirk crossed my face, changing his expression from rage to confusion. I purred sadistically, giving in to the a dark urge in me that seemed to come from nowhere. "Clearly I'm not hitting the right pressure point. I think I'll focus on a more senstive one," I said smoothly as I stepped away from him and strode slowly over to his weakened protege. Seeing my intent, he struggled again, growling and grunting to get free. With barely any effort, I flicked my hand up, bringing the waking man up on his knees and holding him there. His eyes snapped open, fighting against the pain in his head, blood seeping out of a deep cut in his head. He looked at Joshua, then at me, joining his master's struggle in breaking out of their invisible bonds. "Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty. Brett right?" I asked of him. He stayed silent, in a mix of pain and shock but also knowing immediately he had no chance against my power. A submissive little punching bag. I turned back to his teacher, who cared more for his protege than he let on." Now here's the deal, Josh. Either you tell me what I want to know, or all the pain I had planned for you is going right to your precious little Brett. And you best believe I can get very creative." Their feelings for each other burst forth: Joshua howling in fury desperate to protect his boy, and Brett quivering with fright but willing to suffer for Joshua, the master he loved. Either way, they were both wracked with fear. They were scared of me. Couldn't blame them. With how dark I was acting, I was starting to scare myself. But I couldn't stop. Being separated from my love was awakening a darkness in me...strong and seductive... and I loved it... Bael, Demon of Dark Desire "It has begun." From a pocket dimension, we observed the conjured darkness course through the young Witch, Nephelim's star "Quarry" in this little game. Our Incubus purred in excitement and lust. Laying beneath us on a bed of dark silk, our strong, gigantic cock buried deep within our lover's mortal shell, ceaselessly pumping our dark seed inside ,threatening to split him asunder at any moment. It mattered not to Caelus. He could just find another body in the mortal world to possess and surrender to our unyielding lust. His growing mastery of Dark Magick and Debauchery made us proud and endlessly aroused. "What is it, my Lord?" Caelus asked. "The task Nephelim set unto us in exchange for our freedom from the Underworld: to corrupt this Witch here," We gestured to the shimmering image in the air above us. Clear as a mirror above us were two of Nephelim's invited guests- a devious leather master and his aspiring protege- held fast against the wall by the will of the young Witch, his power and our 'essence' warping his overwhelming wish to reunite with his mortal love. The darkness slowly began to envelope his body, manifesting visibly to his prisoners, their fear of the unknown continuing to grow. {Mortals,} we mused within. {Such weak and amusing creatures. It pleases us greatly to feed of their fear and suffering. Even better is their secret desires hidden beneath their self-righteousness and false personas. Such delicious agony.} Our Darkling gazed with widened eyes at the vision above as we continued to assault his stretched hole. Blood and cum escaped as we pounded our erection deeper and deeper into Caelus. Grunts of desire came from Caelus, but inside, the soul of the host he had possessed was screaming in anguish unable to escape from it. It delighted us. It also gave us the power to warp the deepest desires of mortals and Witches alike. If we can make the Witch take a life in an evil manner, his soul will be forever tainted, which is what Nephelim was after. Why we did not know, nor did we care. While the Witch was fighting the dark temptation coursing through him, it would only be a matter of time before his will would break. We stared again into the eyes of Caelus, which burned in a fiery red iridescence. "More," we growled deeply. Still hardened deep inside his hole, we began to fuck him again, his pleasure and the soul's pain flowing into us, making us more powerful and energized. The darkness flowed out of our being, into the conjured image, traversing the aether between the worlds, into the vulnerable aura of our new victim. Jarek Perched on a rock formation near the infirmary, I took in the sights and sounds of the night. The Moon above was still gradually turning from white to copper red, slowly darkening the landscape with its crimson luminescence. The time draws near. Movement caught my eye. Two of the humans had burst out of the thick woods, cornering one of the Quarry in the open area below me. He tried to get away, but they had him cornered. Barely of legal age, I recognized the flimsy garb as belonging to one of Nephelim's slaves. No doubt acting to resist for their amusement. Staring at his tormentors with wide brown eyes, he had brown hair and a slim build. The men crouched toward him, taunting and playing with him, and then they finally lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. His cries rang out to deaf ears. No one within range would rush to his aid. One of the men, a lumberjack-attired bear, knelt before the facedown boy, his hairy arms held him pinned to the ground. The other, a smooth chested blonde tore the boy's flimsy garments off, forced his legs apart, hauled out his long and thick cock from his black jeans and aimed right at the boy's hole. One glob of spit was all the lube they were gonna give him as the blonde forced his girth into the tight hole. The boys' cries were muffled by the earth beneath him, his body fighting like crazy to get free from his tormenters. But he was powerless against the two hulks as the blonde began to hammer the boys' hole relentlessly. After a long while, the blonde began to fuck faster and faster, grinding the boy into the green grass beneath them. His breathing picked up, his grunts getting louder and louder. With a final slam, he shouted and shuddered, pumping his load into his weeping victim. My eyes detected a small glow and glimmer on his chest- Nephelim's little tallying system. Three tallies total were scored on his chest. Spent, he high-fived his cohort and yanked out his cock, the smell of cum and blood reaching my heightened senses. They quickly switched places, the lumberjack shedding his plaid shirt and unzipping his slacks. His total was three, and he was ready to add another. His beer can cock burst from a thick nest of hair. With one quick thrust, he filled the boys' open hole and stretched it wider dropping his weight into him. A renewed scream echoed through the woods, filled with pain and forced pleasure. The bear pumped the conquered fuckhole, putting the strength of his thick legs and strong hairy ass behind each thrust which illicited a scream from the boy each time. The blood from his torn hole was causing my throat to burn and my cock to thicken, but I resisted my bloodlust. Patience, I told myself. The wait will be worth it. This continued on for another long period of time, the bear taking his time using the beaten hole to sate himself with. Finally, he drilled faster, gripping the boy's waist tight and letting out a deep growl. His body shivered as he pumped his load deep, pulling nearly out and then slamming back in over and over further tearing and coating the torn chute. As with the blonde, a small glow ignited from the dark bear's thick mat of chest hair, bringing his total to four. He ground his cock deep, ensuring that every drop of cum would stay put to absorb in his torn walls. He jerked his cock out hard and then he and the blonde stood above their conquest and laughed together in their triumph. They dressed and wandered off together, leaving the battered boy behind. His blood and their loads flowed from his hole, staining the green Earth. He was so sore he could barely move. So helpless, I thought. The blood called to me, but I blocked out its lure. It was swill in comparison to my goal. {I will have him,} I told myself. {He is mine. He is close, but cloaked somehow. He'll have to surface again at some point, I knew. When the spell wanes-the Witch is mine.} As soon as I finished the thought, his visage flashed in my mind. {Finally, his Cloaking has faltered. But how? And why?} My senses billowed out from me, focusing quickly to detect his location. My sight rested on a large five-story structure about two miles north of him with blackened windows, secured from entry or exit by metal bars. The infirmary Nephelim spoke of, I guessed. My sight altered at my will and natural physiology, allowing me to see the moving bodies of heat within (infrared vision, as some know it). One source of heat was running down flights of stairs toward the lower level. Quarry, I surmised, no doubt trying to escape the building. On the third floor, near the western side, were three sources of heat. While I could make out no descriptions with this sight, their movements told me enough. Two were pinned against a wall higher than the third, fighting against an invisible force between them. I chuckled to myself and said, "Such fools. Humans are no match for a Witch of his power." I summoned forth the magick held within my eyes to see more, and my amusement quickly waned. The Witch's aura, which I taught myself to recognize, slowly from the ground up, was starting to both grow and darken. "NO!!!" I said aloud. "He cannot be mine if his soul becomes tainted!" His soul must remain PURE!!! Instantly, the real world reappeared in all its details. Without a second thought, I jumped down to the base of the rock formation I was perched upon, and then ran toward the building as fast as my feet could carry me, actually praying that I would not be too late.... Taven Hidden by the dark and thick vegetation, I watched the Vampire intently. Every flinch, every turn my Wolf eyes captured and examined, trying to discern what or who he was seeking. He saw the Abomination chuckling and muttering to himself, thinking only the Moon knows what. Suddenly his humor dissipated as quickly as it had risen. His sight lay on the large building a few miles away from the rock formation. "NO!!!!" I heard him shout. "He cannot be mine if his soul is tainted!" The words sounded in my Wolf ears as if he were right beside me. A shrill piercing decibel accompanied it, irritating my senses slightly. {Such aggravating noises these parasites make}, I thought to myself. Suddenly, he dropped off the peak of the rock, landing below on the balls of his feet. Then, just as quickly, he sped toward the distant structure with such direction, power and speed that his footprints were imbedded in the Earth beneath him, providing a clear path to follow. {So what you seek is there, isn't it bloodsucker?} I mentally said, stating more than asking. {I wager that you have a way of tracking certain things with those glowing eyes of yours. A way of finding the 'special' Quarry in this game. Well, not anymore. I will beat you down, leech, and take him from you. As you lay broken and bleeding, I'll make you watch as I capture and fuck your target right in front of you. All this before I rip those sparkly eyes out of their sockets, squeeze them into jelly, and then end your infernal existence!} I gazed up at the Great Moon, Her radiant white body slowly turning ruby red as it coursed through the night sky. I raised a prayer in thought to the deity of my kind: {O Ancient and Eternal Moon, Divine Source of Primal Power, empower my Animal Form on this Night of the Hunter. Grant me the strength and essence of my kind to conquer and destroy any enemy in my path, especially the Vampire, enemy of my people and scourge of the darkness. He shall die slowly at my hand!} The Moonlight shone more brightly down on me, energizing my being. My form grew and shifted, my strength increasing threefold. A deep growl escaped my throat as the celestial Titan also further awakened the wild lust of the Wolf in me, my cock quickly filling with blood and swelling in girth and length. Thanking the Moon for her gift, I dug all four of my limbs into the ground. With a burst of new strength, I set off after the Vampire, following his trail to the prize they both craved.... Marcus {Seeing red......feeling darkness.....shaking all over...... so filled with......rage} The realization of what I was doing slowly floated through my head. I felt ill and I didn't even feel connected to my body. I could see what was going on before me, yes, but it was as if I were watching it from beside my body--an audience frozen in place: my Astral Niger (Astral Projection).I watched as "I" flung the one called Brett to wall beside his master Josh with the power of my mind, feeling the energy coursing through my body as if I were wielding it myself. My face was fixed in an inhuman scowl, my eyes no longer brown or red. They were both now pitch black, without white or color, pools of dark matter void of light.{How did......we get................to this?} My mind tried to make sense of everything that happened up to this point. { Can't remember......so angry} I struggled to regain control of any of my faculties, magickal or otherwise. {Focus,} I goaded myself, fighting the urge to give in to my burning wrath. {Focus......on.......Garrett} The very sound of his name recited in my head was as if someone flipped a switch, releasing power in me and mentally waking me from my clouded vision and train of thought. I was in the Time Beyond Time, watching my body and my surroundings crawling by at a snail's pace, a second lasting a minute and a minute an hour. I realized that conquering the temptation to harm another had activated a latent ability: Temporal Stasis (Habitus Temporal), the ability to slow or stop Time. How I wielded this gift through my Astral Self was a mystery to me, but not one I was gonna stop and evaluate. I looked down, finally discovering the source of this rage: an evil, thick web of Dark Energy that was seeping through my aura, attaching to my legs and slowly creeping up my body, consuming streams of gold and white light from my body in small amounts. {It's eating my Light--my Goodness,} I realized quickly, fighting to keep my awareness from clouding again. Where did this energy originate? I thought back to what I had learned, and found my question answered in seconds: Demon Magick, of a kind unknown to the human world for millenia. {This is the Old One's doing. He must be sending it from an alternate dimension. I have to break its connection fast, before it's too late.} I calmed my thoughts and focused on the power and goodness of Love, Light and Good Magick. I envisioned the Light being consumed by the Dark glowing brighter and stronger, willing it to burn away the tendrils of black matter wrapped around me. With thoughts of warmth and good will, I mentally intoned a Spell I crafted quickly in Latin: "Corrumpitur virtus, anima mea, quod nunc a me recedere. Amove malitiam a carne, cor meum et animam et mentem. Sit mihi armatura fidei lumen jam: viribus defendere et tueri, ut fiat! (Translation: Power that corrupts my soul, from my being now depart. Remove your evil from my body, my soul and mind and heart. May the Powers of Light purify me: defend and protect, so mote it be!) The glowing light of my aura, spirit and magicks burst forth, shining like a lighthouse beacon. The darkness, unable to withstand the radiance, loosened its grip on me and evaporated into nothingness around my body, cast out of my body and aura. The light resonated and pulsed within, cleansing me of any traces of the negative Demon energy. My body and powers were once again my own, time still ticking by in extreme slow-motion. The only trace of the Demon's power was a weak, hair-thin trail leading to nowhere. The Demon's dimension, I thought. It must be. As quick as any cat, I snatched the energy thread with my right hand before it could escape into the aether. I continued to focus on Love and Light, holding it fast, and one by one I summoned the power of the Four Directions, the Four Elements, and the Divine Realms. Channeling them through my hand, I concentrated on using the thread as a pathway to the its origin, namely the Demon, whose form I summoned in my mind's eye to give the Energies direction and intent: to fight against Demonic Evil. I didn't know if the Demon would be vanquished, since I knew not its true name nor had time to discover such knowledge. At best I knew the Demon would be at least weakened and/or incapacitated long enough to reinforce my Shields against it, barring it from possessing me again. The powers of Magick, Nature and the Divine flowed through me. Thoughts of my beloved flooded my mind and heart, my words fortified with strength: "Bonitas Magia voco te ab oriente, occidente, ab austro et aquilone. Aer et aqua, ignis et terra, et lux caelestis Mire addatur. Post tenebras a fonte suo, et cum divina vis vincere. Magiam bonitatis, conjuro te nunc. Servio gladius tuus, sic fiat." (Translation: Magick of Goodness, I call thee forth, from East and West, South and North. Air and Water, Earth and Fire, join with Light and Heavenly Mire. Follow the Darkness to its source, and vanquish it with Divine Force. Magick of Goodness, I now summon thee. I serve as thy sword-- so mote it be.) All the Magick I had summoned shone around me brightly, then swiftly focused into a swirling, sparkling ball within my body where my heart was beating. My spirit lifted within me, feeling the power of the World and the Universe course from my heart, across my chest, down my arm, through my hand and into the tiny thread. I watched as the dark thread turned golden and ignited in a vibrant green and blue flame as the light ball followed it back through the small portal it came from. I bid the energies to fly with the speed of Wind and Lightning to pass through the Realm between the Old One and me. In mere seconds, I felt my Spell hit its target on the other side. I could almost hear the roar of the Demon as Goodness and Light dealt a fierce blow, closing the miniature portal as it did. Reenergized with control fully reinstated again, my Shields erected with effortless ease around my mind, heart, body and soul. My aura glowed and crystallized, the weakened spots in it repaired and refined. Despite the situation that still awaited me when time was flowing correctly once again, I felt serene, peaceful, and powerful. My powers and connection to Magick continued to awe and amaze me, as they always have. {There is no limit to my ascension,} I thought. {No obstacle I cannot overcome.} I released the discarnate energies I had invoked back to their place in existence, giving thanks to each of them. Then I focused on merging once more with my physical body, slowly correcting the flow of time while starting to feel the physical sensations of my environment again. I made sure to divert enough of my energy to keep my "new friends" in their places on the wall. While I didn't want to eviscerate them anymore, I certainly wasn't ready to make friends. These people were vile, cruel and still keeping me, as well as others, imprisoned in this depraved form of entertainment. What my Garrett told me in my last dream echoed into my thoughts: "You must disrupt the Hunt and free the innocents trapped with you." ,"The werloga, the wolf among the sheep". The verses stayed in the front of my mind, cementing themselves there to keep my intent from wandering while also reminding me of Garrett's last words: Fear not my love, we shall meet again.... A ripple shook the room, the summoning and displacement of various energies vibrating through the air and whipping the wind around us as time returned to its normal flow. I shook my head lightly to adjust to the return from the Astral Plane to the physical. There I stood, my arms extended, still holding my would-be abusers against the wall with my psychic powers. They continued to stare at me, ignorant of the battle that began and ended within me, fear still prevalent in their hearts and minds. What was minutes for me was seconds to them. Picking up where I last left off with them, I completely threw them off with my shift in personality. "Consider this your lucky day, you sick fucks. I've suddenly had a change of heart, so you won't be subjected to slow and painful torture." They exchanged looks of confusion and aggravation. They turned back to me and opened their mouths to speak. Or yell, I wasn't sure. I didn't give them the chance. Before a sound could pass beyond their lips, I gestured them to seal shut as before, muting the words they were trying to form. I glared at them briefly, asserting my dominion and reminding them that nothing's changed. "I said I wasn't gonna torture you. I didn't say you could talk." They tried to open their mouths in vain, then after a moment they bowed their heads in submission. I smirked mischievously as I lowered my hands and met their stares. "Now, while I won't torture you in ways you never thought possible," I continued with the dark tone I adopted before," make no mistake: if we cross paths on these grounds again, you will both die--painfully." I locked eyes with Josh, his icy blues hazy with the lightest moisture of tears itching to spill down his cheeks. I pointed at Brett, the object of his concealed affection, who backed his head against the cement wall at the gesture. "Your precious boytoy first. I'll make you watch as his soul departs this world." With flaring nostrils and glaring eyes, he growled at me, his mind erupting with profanities against me as well as both anger and fear in his heart. {If you touch him, I will end you}...{You will suffer dearly for this}...{I will skullfuck you in your sleep, you freak}. Thoughts and images exploded from his being. I genuinely struck a nerve with my taunting and threatening of him. I exposed him for what he was in front of his precious student: a mortal man with mortal feelings and mortal limitations. I dethroned him as a God in front of others who would assume otherwise. I stared at young Brett, shivering against the cold wall, a sole stream of tears down his left cheek. "Until then, I will spare your lives," I nodded to him, trying to tell him with my eyes that the monster he just saw in me does not come out unprovoked. Some small glimmer of him seemed to understand my unspoken words, so I continued. "Do NOT confuse my mercy with weakness," I warned, "or you will learn quickly that even my mercy has its limits." I looked back to Josh. I saw his raised veins, the red of anger in his face. Glancing down, again I saw that his erection still had not gone down. By the Gods, I thought, what is with this guy? He has experienced the mystery and fury of Magick in spades and his dick is still his primary thought? Some men. Well, since I wouldn't kill or torture either of them, I would have to settle for giving this sexnut a different lesson in changing his ways. As I stared at his cock, I mentally searched my mental database of Spells, calling to mind the perfect one for this situation. "Still hard I see. Nothing that just happened can take your mind off your cock, huh?" His eyebrows fixed into another confused look. "In other words, I'm gonna give Josh Jr. there a much needed timeout." In a flash, I closed the gap between us and grasped his thick member roughly, inciting a moan from him. Brett screamed through closed lips, anxiety flaring in him. "Calm down, boy. I'm not gonna rip it off," I assured him, feeling a slight jerk from Josh at the word "rip". I met his eyes with a grin."While I'm sure with my power I could, that wouldn't teach you much, now would it?" I teased him, stroking his hard meat, rubbing under his cock's large mushroom head, hearing the groans escape him and feeling the pleasure awaken against his will. After a few minutes of arousing him, I raised power within me again, focused intent by visualizing the effect, and tightened my grip on his throbbing prick as I encanted: "Laetetur cor clausam humanitas mentis vires hic et nunc circum. Succensa est enim quasi ignis, liquor libidinis tuae, sed non potest agere in voluntatem tuam. Fascinum tuum, et non erit ultra resistere cunctis diebus quibus lustrare terram hanc. Fiat, fiat!" (Thy manhood clouds thy closed mind, so here and now its strength I bind. Thy lust will burn as liquid fire, but unable to act on thy desire. No more will thy phallus stand as long as ye traverse this land. So be it!) As I spoke the words of Magick, I felt their power manifesting through my will, working instantly on Josh as he hung there. My Empathy sensed that the fires of ecstasy in him began to ferociously blaze, causing his body to tremble and his breath to catch. At the same time, his swollen dick began to lose its length and girth, shrinking swiftly in size as he looked on in a mix of lust and horror. The Spell finished, I released my grip on his dick, now flaccid and useless, which hung shriveled from his nest of thick graying pubic hair. I could've sworn his eyes got so wide they nearly popped out of their sockets. He started to believe this was permanent and feared he'd never fuck an ass again. I laughed at his shock, then gave him my ultimatum. "Good," I said smoothly as I lifted his head by the chin to meet my gaze. "Now I've got your undivided attention for a change. You're in a little slice of Hell I'd like to call 'Sexual Limbo'. Lust of a 41-year-old sailor, but the equipment capabilities of a 6-year-old. Little Joshie there is gonna stay that way, tiny and wrinkled, for as long as you're within the boundaries of this place, for now and for always. So, if you enjoy fucking little boys as much as I suspect you do, I suggest that you take your little cockpig and leave this place and never return." His eyes darted to his lover, then to his junk, then back to me. "The moment you pass through the land's perimeter in leaving here, the Curse will lift." He was still shock, but some of his relief returned. Now to really mindfuck him. "However, just in case you're thinking about pretending to leave and then circle back to give me more grief..." I quickly decided to put a little extra insurance on his punishment. I waved my hand over his limp cock and again encanted words of Magick: "Si hoc, maledictus erit a te, ut celer admissis labitur, tunc fortitudine tua perpetuo impeditur." (Translation: If this curse be by thee unheeded, then thy virility be forever impeded.) "There, that's better. Now, if you leave and come back, the Curse will return and STAY with you. No more hot sex for Daddy-- ever. So, Joshua, do we have an understanding?" He weighed all his options in thought before me. Finding no solution, he hung his head and then nodded in defeat. "Amazing!" I exclaimed."He can be taught!" SLAM!! A set of doors slamming against the rock-hard walls echoed through the establishment, its sound reaching my ears and the vibration of force felt in my toes. I turned to the closed door. More company. More of these Hunters searching for easy prey. Enough is enough, I decided. Time to take the fight to them. I didn't know exactly how yet to defeat them all yet, especially those of Supernatural origin. Yet inside my head I swore: {But as long as I draw breath and wield Magick, I will find a way to victory and freedom.} I turned back to the wall, Josh and Brett still suspended above the floor, their gazes on each other and defeat in both their hearts. "Looks like our time together has expired, lovelies. Until we meet again- which, for your sake, had better not be soon," I told them both. Once more I raised my hand and channeled Magick upon them, this time only using one simple word: "Somnum!" (Translation: Sleep!) I saw the violet-colored glittering shine of Dream Magick sweep over their open eyes. Their exhaustion assisted in the Spell as both of their bodies slumped in relaxation, their eyes fluttering shut in deep sleep. "That should buy me some time to get out of this building," I said aloud. The Sleeping Spell would grant me at least an hour's time, two if I was lucky. I released the hold I had on their mouths and let them both slowly drop from the wall, their unconscious bodies sliding down to the floor. Brett laid on his side while Josh stayed propped up against the wall, his tiny member sitting uselessly between his legs. Their minds were no longer here, but each in their respective Land of Dreams, shifting restlessly as the images and scenes in their heads enticed them into deeper slumber. "I hope your Dreams teach you more than Life apparently has," I said to them softly. SLAM!!! Who or WHATever was making that noise was getting closer to my position very fast. {I have to get out of this building,} I told myself. {Outside I'll be closer to the Elements and the Moon, and then my powers will give me an advantage against most if not all my opponents.} Another Spell emerged from my memory: a minor Teleportation Spell to move a short distance. It wouldn't get me back home, but at least I'd be outside. SLAM!!!! It was coming closer. Could it be the Vampire who brought me here? The sounds and speed of his coming grew louder and louder, coming to a dead silence just outside the room. I held my breath, hoping my stillness and lack of sound would deter my new pursuer. The knob rattled and turned slightly, its lock and sturdiness amplified by the Barrier Spell I placed on it earlier. Unable to budge the lock, the person outside let go of the knob. Not a single sound was heard for several minutes. BAM!!! The sound of something blunt crashed against the door, bending the metal door inward and causing the Magick upon it to ripple and strain. BAM!!! BAM!!! BAM!!! Each blow bent the metal inward toward the room. The position and repetition of the blows told me that this was Supernatural strength behind closed fists. It must be him. While the Barrier was strong, it wouldn't hold for much longer. Out of time, I quickly imagined the scents, sights and feelings of a natural setting and quickly cast: "Eripe me de hoc aedificium, et salvum natura!" (Translation: Take me out of this structure, and bring me safely to Nature!) In one moment, the Magick of the Barrier shattered like glass and faded away as I felt power and energy swirl around me and pick up speed. Just as the door was punched off his hinges and flew across the room toward me and I closed my eyes, the swirling vortex engulfed me before the door hit and transported me from the cold prison to somewhere else with an explosion of energy and displaced air. Where I was going I was not fully sure, but it was close by and outside on the grounds, where Hunters and unknown dangers lie waiting on the road ahead.... *Writer's Note: To get back to Garrett, his true love, Marcus still must face many obstacles before they can be reunited. 1.)The Hunters, both human and Supernatural, seeking to capture and use him for their own carnal pleasures and (as he is the 'special' Quarry, a fact known only by Nephelim, Jarek and now Taven) any one wish from the seemingly all-powerful Nephelim who was viewing these events hidden in darkness. 2.) His captor, the Vampire, who seeks to possess him- in every sense of the word, for reasons yet to be revealed. 3.) The Wolf, who seeks to possess him to spite his Vampire rival. 4.)The various traps dotted throughout the grounds, which can either help or hinder him. 5.) The task of finding and protecting all the innocents trapped with him on the estate. The list goes on. Will Marcus succeed over his oppressors and gain his freedom or will he succumb to the dark passion of this dangerous game of cat and mouse? Stick around, sex cravers! There's magick to be done! Next time- Part VII: The Witch's Task and the Vampire's Curse __________________________________________________________

*Writer's Note: Hey all. I know I'm throwing a lot of chapters, perspectives and dialogue at you, but my inspiration tends to veer in different directions, not all of it erotic. This one, however, should prove to be very hot, and may shed some light on any questions as well as introduce another perspective or two. Thanks for sticking with me this far, and input is always welcome. Now, where were we? The Hunt- Part V: Hunter's Moon Taven, the Wolf I sprinted towards the open entrance. Already the changes in my body began as I stripped off my clothes. My hatred for that impudent fucking bloodsucker was replaced by my unquenchable thirst for flesh, both to fuck AND to rend with my teeth. I could feel my mortal form shifting and reforming, bones breaking and mending with lightning speed, my mind surrending to the beast within. My face and nose began to lengthen and shape into a snout, my jaws stretching in size, my teeth now sharp as daggers and increasing size, and my ears becoming pointed as my sense of hearing magnified. Coarse, dark brown fur sprouted from every part of my body as it doubled in height and strength, my arms billowing in girth, granting the ability to hold my prey fast in an iron grip. My hands widened as well, the fingernails becoming black and morphing into the claws that can penetrate steel. A powerful jump into the air as I reached the open doors of the mansion allowed my legs the chance to change and become the muscular legs of a wolf, increasing my speed exponentially, my agility and reflexes at enhanced levels. A thick tail sprouted from my lower back to complete my transformation. Now a fully-formed Lycanthrope, I inhaled the night air into my more powerful lungs and I let out an earsplitting 'HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL' up towards the luminous Moon, my kind's sacred symbol, a nexus of our power and might. Still possessing my intelligence and restraint (only possible through years of discipline), I began to reach out with my eyes, nose and ears. I saw as the humans, the clumsy Giant and horned up Satyr scattered in all directions. The humans paired up naturally and headed toward the distant structures. They always did go for the 'strength in numbers' mentality their kind liked to comfort themselves with. The thumping of the Giant faded into the nearby tree grove he ventured toward, while the Satyr darted into the labyrinth off to the eastern point of the grounds. My nose suddenly caught a scent, which quickly whipped by me in a blur of speed, unseen to the human eye. The smell of ice and death, and halted decay. I snarled in fury. {That leech,} I thought angrily, unable to speak words in this form. {How dare he- }I began to mentally fume, but reeled my feelings in as I detected his movements and path. The Quarry were already begin to spread out in the grounds, afraid and oblivious to their fate. Easy pickings, even for a Vampire. But he showed no interest. One of them even came into the open, directly in his reach- but he ignored him, whipping past him at a speed that sent the boy flying back to the ground.{What is he looking for?} I asked myself. {What does he know that I don't?}I began to follow his path, following his horrid stink across the grounds, keeping just out of range of his senses so that he suspected nothing. Whatever or whoever he was looking for, I would take it from him first. Merely for the sport of it. To prove between us which species was dominant. To prove myself the Supreme Hunter by defeating, outmatching and killing this arrogant flea....... Marcus, [Minutes before the Hunt begins] I huddled in a corner of my cell, slowly working the sharp chicken bone against my brand, hoping to disrupt its hold over me. The skin was still sensitive from being scarred by fire, but the pain motivated me to work more quickly. I scratched with the sharp edge, drawing blood, trying to remove every part of this binding spell. After half of it was scratched and oozing blood and fluid, I began to feel better than I was, feeling my body re-energizing and my sight expanding. I paused to see if my attempts made progress. I reached my hand out at the plastic tray on the floor before me, focusing my mind. Nothing at first. I kept trying, willing with all the focus and desire I could muster. Suddenly, the tray began to move. It was slow and sporatic, but it was moving! "Thank the Gods," I said aloud. Inspired by my success, I continued to scratch away at the sigil, ignoring the pain and focusing on obtaining my freedom. All of a sudden, I heard mechanical sounds coming from the door, the creek of locks and bolts releasing, unhinging. I steeled my nerves to defend myself, preparing for who or whatever was about to enter. The door slowly opened, its hinges creeking from age-- to an empty doorway. There was no one there. No kind of guard standing watch. Not even those strange lackeys 'Green Eyes' sent after me. I got up and slowly approached the quiet hallway, any nearby sound muffled by thick walls. There was no one there. A glimmer of light out of my peripheral caught my eye. The locks on the old doors were recently replaced. I entered the hall, still on guard and looked in every direction, then glanced above my door. Between the top of the door and the ceiling, I spotted some kind of wire transmitter jutting out above my door, its end emitting a steady red light. [Must be some kind of locking door, activated elsewhere by remote control,] I thought, knowing already deep down that I was right. My other psychic faculties began to take roots within me once more, boosting my confidence and desire for liberation from this place.I started down the long hallway, dimly lit with fluorescent lights that flickered on and off incessantly. My eyes began to adjust to the flux in lighting, which was much brighter than the light in my prison. [How long was I unconscious? How long was I in that room?]The questions flooded my mind. There's never a sense of time when you're caged, no matter how long or short a time it is. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL! My thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as a bone-chilling howl echoed through the hall, so strong I felt the vibration of the sound waves in the walls. I didn't know what the hell that was, but it definitely wasn't human. Or animal, for that matter. Almost sounded like- "Help!" My thoughts were disrupted once more by this muffled cry, much closer to me than the howl's origin. I focused, trying to cast out my senses to find its source. "Hello?" I called out cautiously, not wanting to draw any attention to myself. I moved steathily forward, aware of my surroundings, my hearing much clearer. "Help Me!" A man's voice called out again, this time closer. "Hello?" I called louder, seeking response. I turned right down another hall. "Who's there? GET ME OUT OF HERE!" The voice was coming from the room ahead of me, its door swung wide open as mine was. I slowly peeked through the entrance. Inside was a man, late twenties or early thirties, white freckled skin, dirty blond hair and golden brown eyes, bound and locked in chains between two metal poles and what looked like a giant metal ring which matched his height and width (it reminded almost of a modified man-sized gyroscope to me), naked with his legs spread wide open in the midst of the room. I nearly mistook him for a her until I saw his flaccid cock poking out barely from his bushy pubes (had this not been a possible life-or-death situation, I would've made a wisecrack about his junk, but now's not the time). "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" I asked of him. "My arms and legs are numb, but not hurt, and I am NOT alright! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" he screamed, struggling against his bindings. "OK! No need to shout!Just stay calm, and let me see what I can do." I hurried over to him, tugging at his chains, finding them sturdy and taut. The skin of his wrists was ice-cold from the manacles, as were his wrists. He must've been there longer than me. "Who did this to you?" I asked as I studied the contraption looking for a release. "I-I-I don't know. I was heading home to my wife from my buddy's after a couple beers, and the next thing I knew I woke up here." he said, trying to keep calm in spite of the circumstances. While I worked to free him, I cast my combined telepathy and empathy (which combined we'll call 'telempathy' for short), both of which were beginning to function properly again. His fear and uncertainty was legit, but his thoughts rambled on, speaking of a more colorful tale-- {..had some beer, couple shots, a few lines of coke, then sucked him off and fucked him when he passed out. Wonder if they took the money and stash I stole from...} Ugh! I couldn't hear anymore. Just as I figured: typical married, "straight" man. People. "How long you been in here?" I broke the mind link, trying to hide both my disgust and irritation. "I don't know. Last time I checked my phone, it was Wednesday night, I think. The 12th." Doing some quick math, remembering the date I saw last before this place: "It's sometime after the 19th, so you've been here about a week." A sudden wave of fear rolled through him. "Did you hear that noise a few mintues ago? It sounded like a hound from Hell!" His breathing became faster as he thought about it. " Yeah I heard it too. Don't know for sure what it was, but I think I have a fairly good idea. But let's worry about that when we get to it. There's gotta be a way to break these." "I've been trying for days and they won't budge. I think they knocked me out with something here and there, though. I first woke up on the-" My ears, as sharp and sensitive as before, detected the sound of movement. "Shush!" I quickly cut him off. The approach of footsteps echoing in the hallway cut him off and rendered us both mute. I looked at him firmly, holding my finger to my mouth, which he understood to keep shut. I mouthed silently but clearly: "I'll be back. Stay calm." He protested briefly, but obliged. I tiptoed to the doorway, carefully looking for signs of approach. All clear so far, so I step out slowly, out of the enchained guy's line of sight. A moment later, shadows began to dance and ripple on the wall of the hallway to my left. Someone was coming. No time to think of an offensive strike, and I had no idea what I was dealing with yet, so I decided to play defense and keep out of sight. This guy would serve to distract them. I would've hated myself for it if I hadn't gotten that glimpse of this creep's true nature. If there's one thing I actually hate in this world, it's people who take advantage of others who can't defend themselves. Maybe they'll give him a dose of his own medicine. Summoning within my returning magick, I whispered carefully with intent: "Sim defensus ab oculi elit. Invisibiliter et mente." (English: Shield me from the eyes that find. Out of sight and out of mind.) Relief slowly creeped over me as a veil of magick encircled me and bent the light around me, making me invisible to these strangers. I backed away from the room and into a far corner of the hall just to be safe. The shadows grew taller, their bodies getting closer to turning the corner, their distant voices growing louder and clearer. Be ready in will, I said to myself, but cautious in action. Don't strike or cast until you know what you're dealing with..... Jarek It happens in a split second, stopping me in my tracks. Gone. Vanished. He couldn't be dead. Impossible I would've sensed it, or at least his fear if he were being attacked. I looked back in my mind where I had sensed him before as well as the movements of my opponents. The mangy mutt was still tracking the path behind me, clearly still believing that I was unaware of his presence. He underestimates my power, the arrogant furball. The Satyr took off into the labyrinth, his syrinx softly playing an Ancient Grecian tune, its tones drawing his intended audience into his grasp like moths to flame. The Giant, deep in the dark tree grove, cries ringing out from the unfortunate souls who ventured within, their bodies too fragile to handle the strength and might of the Colossal's lust. The Demon and his lover were no doubt on a parellel dimension, ravishing each other. The closest persons I sensed even remotely near his holding cell were all human: one of the collected Quarry and two of the Hunters I saw back in the Hall: a leather-clad master and his slave, also leather-clad. The others were running to and fro like rats in a maze.What happened to him? He cannot be gone, I told myself. Suddenly I remembered from his earlier capture: He also disappeared from my senses, in the downtown city we found him, until he reappeared at the tree park. So that means he must've- [Very good, Witch,] I smiled and thought to myself. [You found a way around the Ligans Ad Signum (Binding Seal) and cloaked yourself again. This will truly be an exhilarating Hunt for me. Not merely fulfilling my desires at this stage in the game. But the chase, the final battle and the inevitable conquering- only makes the blood tastes even sweeter--] Master Josh and his Progeny Brett "God, this is such a fucking rush!!!" I growled loudly to my Boy and protege, close at my boot heels as I strolled down the hall. "It's been too long since we've pumped our spunk inside fresh, tight holes that fight all they can against us. Makes me cum so fucking hard! Not like those loosened-up sluts back home, right Boy?" "Yes, Sir," my submissive boy answered promptly. I was proud. I trained him well. Normally I'd leave all my boys at home for something like this under the care of other masters, but his progress through my rigorous training, which most of my other boys failed, earned him a reserved place at my side, at home and on this cryptic adventure. The e-mail invite was too tempting to resist: THE HUNT: A GATHERING OF DEVIANTS AND PERVERTS, BROUGHT TOGETHER FOR ONE THING: POZ BREEDING AND SEEDING! We invite you to join us for a night of Lust and Debauchery, on the night of the Hunter's Moon (10/20/2014), to fulfill your darkest desires to track down bottoms gathered from every corner of the world and fill them with your cum, whether they like it or not. No safe words, no rules- ANYTHING GOES!!! WE ALSO OFFER MONETARY INCENTIVE: Bring a bottom or versatile bottom (however possible, NEG bottoms preferred) to add to the group of the HUNTED, and receive $250,000 IN CASH, with payment given upon arrival at the estate, as well as a special and unique GRAND PRIZE for the most successful participant! You may also bring one (1) additional guest to participate in the tracking, catching and FUCKING of the prey! Send a direct reply to this e-mail to R.S.V.P. and receive directions and additional information. You will be given a luxury suite at the host's secluded estate FREE OF CHARGE prior to the event. JOIN US, AND SURRENDER TO THE DARK BEAST WITHIN!!! It sounded too good to be true, but sure enough, after replying, a message was sent giving directions and general "guidelines" of the host's estate- until the Hunt took place, that is. Then it was anything goes 'til dawn. I decided this was the perfect opportunity to start kicking up my Boy's training: going from satisfying my EVERY need and taking my toxic loads, to releasing the twisted fantasies I inspired in him, letting him spread his own hot seed to other hungry bottoms that are just like he was when he first crawled over to me, barely 18 then, to my stool at the leather bar and offered himself to me. After shoot load after load of my virus deep inside him, he was mine to command, and he was only too happy to do it. He was still a young boy yet, barely 25 compared to my 41. Somewhat of a wild buck at first until I straightened him out, but with an unexpected imagination for depravity that rivalled men 3 times his age and experience. While I stood 6'1" at 200 lbs (pure fitness-sculpted, suntanned muscle [legs, arms, chest , stomach and round ass] from my gym rat days) with salt/pepper hair neatly trimmed around with a matching goatee and chest hair, blue-eyed, gifted with a 10x5" uncut cock (which my Boy couldn't help but slobber on, suck, impale himself on and drain whenever I permitted him, after some begging, of course), he was a sturdy 5'9", 170 lbs (slim/athletic build), brown hair (kept trim, body smoothly shaven to my liking), brown-eyed with a 8x5" cut piece of meat (which he was quickly learning to use on the other junior Boys I kept). 6 hot, wild, cum-filled years later, here we are, dressed in our best leathers (Me: peaked cap, vest, harness, arm and wrist bands, jock, chaps, boots/ Him: harness, collar [with a metal hoop for leashes], wrist bands, jock, chaps and boots) and playing in the big leagues. I had never been so hard in all my life! Before we turned right down the corridor, I turned back to him, hooked my index finger through the loop of his collar and pulled him close, giving him a rough, sloppy kiss: the kind he loved, which cause his erection to stand at attention in his thin, leather jock. After some heavy groping and lip licking, he was more hot, bothered and short of breath than I was. "That's my Boy! Make me proud today! Keep an eye out for those holes. Got it?" I commanded. "Yes, Master Joshua. I will, sir!" he replied formally. CLINK! I heard it from around the corner and jerked my head up. He heard it too, nodding as I looked back to him, a smile spreading across our faces. I held my index finger up to my lips (shhhh) and moved slowly to the edge of the wall. I held my finger up and mouthed "stay", to which he mutely nodded. I'll get the drop on my first one tonight, I pictured, and lunged around the corner, letting out a low snarl. Too soon. Nobody there. I didn't give up. I prowled slowly, like a carnivore hunting for its next kill, and found the door open to the only visible room in the hall. Taking my cap off, slowly peaking in head first,my gaze caught a very welcoming sight. A scared twenty-something freckled little white boy, wide light brown eyes, stark naked, his shriveled cock almost hidden in his bush of dark blond pubes that matched the hair on his head. He jumped and shook when he saw my face there, his eyes red, probably from crying like a bitch. "Please help me. Get me out of here." His voice cracked and broke as he struggled at the chains holding him in what looked like a big gyroscope frame and gimbal, with him making up the spin axis and rotor. Like a little chained-down present, all ready and waiting for us. An appetizer before the buffet. My face turned into a devilish grin, standing tall as I put my cap back on, stepping into full view and displaying my leather for him. His face quickly draining of any hope had, the little bitch's eyes begin to slowly water as the realization dawned on him: we were NOT with Search & Rescue. "Hey Boy! Come here! Get a load of this!" He came promptly, took one look at the prisoner before us, and began to chuckle and smile with what could only be described as pure glee at the sight. I liked the way he looked when one of his freakish scenarios was flashing through his devilish mind. I created a monster with imagination in him. I stood behind my boy, grinding my pelvis against his ass, my rock hard cock rubbing through the leather of my jock on his hairless ass, occasionally grazing between his cheeks, on his smooth and tight hole. He reached behind, massaging my neck with his right hand and my bicep with his left. I nibbled on his neck, right on the carotid, his body shivering in response. We began circling around him-me going one way, my Boy in another as we teased and taunted our prey, watching his occasional but futile bouts of desperation. Again and again he tried to break free from his bindings, realizing, by mere instinct alone it seemed, what was about to occur. A "please let me go" here, a " don't touch me" there- sweet music to my ears. Finally, getting annoyed and impatient from his whiny noises, I drew my open palm back. CRACK! "SHUT UP!" I barked at him, the echo of the slap rang out, silencing the whiner, and causing my Boy to jump with both pleasure and surprise, his breath catching in his throat. He loved seeing and hearing me get physical with the tricks and the other boys, even if he was left out. He wouldn't become jealous or feel ignored of the many partners we encountered daily, whether they be my bitches or the mystery 'johns' I would set up for him. The perfect Boy. But, childhood has to end eventually. "Brett," I said firmly. He stopped completely, slowly raising his eyes from the sniffling cumbucket, meeting my gaze with his wide brown eyes, a shred of recognition igniting within him. I have never, ever, in all these years he's been with me used his real name. I always called him Boy, #1 Boy or Head Boy, but never his birth-given name. "Yes, sir?" he said, softly. "The time has come. You are no longer one of my Boys-" to which I quickly added due to the hurt look on his face,"-but here and now, you are a Man." His mind put at ease, his body relaxed again. "Your first task as a Man-" I said while reaching into my inner vest pocket and pulled out a ball gag, which I quickly jammed into the mouth of the captive before us ignoring his protest,"to split this bitch open with your Man cock. Fuck and pound it 'til it bleeds! Shoot your venomous load deep inside. You get it nice and opened up for me, ok?" Each request ellicited a whimper or muffled cry from the boy, each answered with a open-handed smack to the his face or a quick and sharp tweak of one of his already hardened nipples- which served to turn my new Man on further."Yes, Mas-" he started, but I quickly held up a finger, cutting him short. "A Man has no Master but himself. You will discover this in time. Manhood-" I emphasized to Brett as I glared at the cowering bitch boy, "is earned, not given. From now on, you can address me as your equal. Just Josh- or Joshua. But no more Master or Sir. Alright?" He grinned, feeling on top of the world. "Yes S- I mean, Sure-Josh," he tried out his newfound freedom, that wicked little smile never leaving his face."Good. Alright, enough of this mushy bullshit. Get to work, Brett. We only got 'til before dawn so let's make 'em count." "HELL YEAH!" he barked. "First, let's get this boy hole into a better position for you," I offered. Having experience with fuck racks like this, a quick study of the contraption revealed a hidden set of buttons on each side. These brought the top half of the circle, along with the boy's arms, down to a bent-over position that locked in place. "That's better," I grunted. The bitch continued to whimper through his gag, trying to form words, but his cry fell on deaf ears. "Shut it, twat," I gruffly said, back handing him then grabbing a fist of his hair and looked him in the eyes, now puffy and red from his tears. "My Boy is becoming a Man today, and YOU WILL take his load- then you'll take my fuckstick whether you like it or not. I like my bitch's holes open and sloppy with cum." I glanced over to Brett, little doubt that all our years together prepared him for this moment. "You know what to do. Make me proud." Brett unbuttoned his jockstrap, freeing the throbbing rod within. Already leaking precum, he slapped his meat on the hole before him, making the bitch jump. He spit on two fingers and started rubbing and pushing into his hole, opening his tight chute. His struggling renewed, trying in vain to escape. Brett gripped him by his waist and continued to finger his pussy hole. The screams of pain caused by his short but sharp nails, scraping and opening the walls inside like I taught him. He pulled his fingers out roughly, briefly plunging in with three digits and yanking them out again. He held them up, smiling at the thin traces of blood and ass juice he found. "Very good. He's ready." I said, unsnapping my own jock, my long and thick cock flexing up and down as I slowly stroked it. I started edging as I watch Brett work, leaning against the wall off to the side and taking in the view of my progeny. A final glob of spit hit his cock as he lined his cock head with the hole. He looked right at me, with that shit-eating grin and glint in his eye. He thrust inside all at once. No waiting to adjust or open up. Bitch Boy screamed, saliva and mucus bubbling around the gag. "There you go. Yeah! That's what a real Man's cock feels like, bitch! You're hole's nice and tight, fucker. (*smack to the back of the head*) But not for long. It's gonna be so torn after we're through, you'll never walk right again." This was hot. I couldn't have scripted it any hotter. Brett had a very creative vocabulary and a vivid imagination. He drove his cock into the bitch hole without mercy. No breaks, no slowing down- nothing but hard and long strokes, pulling out all the way then slamming back in. Over and over and over, slapping his ass harder and harder. Blood began to trickle down the inside of his thigh, making my dick even harder. This bitch's hole was being fucked raw and bloody, which only made my new Man pump his hole harder. After nearly a half hour, Brett yanked his cock out, wet and tinged with blood. "Very nice," I told him, driven crazy from edging and breathing heavy. "Finish him off." "You got it." He jammed it back in and began pounding that crevice like a jackhammer. His breathing got shorter, his grip on the boy's waist got tighter. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growled. "DO IT! FILL THAT HOLE!" I shouted. Every muscle in his body tightened. "FUUUUUCK!!!" His shouts echoed through the halls as he slammed into that hole once more, shuddering as his balls emptied their venom into our prey, passed out from pain and exhaustion. "You fucked him to sleep! I'm very impressed!" "Well, I had the best of teachers after all," he winked at me. My pride was interrupted briefly as I saw a glowing line appear on his chest."What the fuck?" I asked as I pointed at this strange mark. He followed my gaze and saw the same, the line glowing like fire and then fading into black: what looked like a thick tally line. "What is that?" he asked. The puzzle clicked together quickly from our host's last words to us."Well, that Nephelim character did say it was impossible to fake our numbers at the end. Looks like this is what he meant." "This is some fucked-up shit, man. First those other players, whatever they are, and now this. It's freaky, but so fucking cool!" he said. "Twisted," I answered."Well, the rules say you still get a point even if you're not the first, so looks like you're up." he offered the battered hole to me, wiping himself off with a hankerchief he kept."Yes indeed," I chuckled. I slapped the bitch's ass, rousing him out of his stupor. "Wake up, boy! That was just round one. Ding, ding! Round two!" I spit on my hand, lubing my cock and aiming it right for that abused fuckhole. Suddenly, my body halted. My mind was screaming at my body to obey, but I couldn't move! I tried to force my body forward but I was stuck there! "Josh? Josh, what's-" Brett began as he started to walk toward me. Suddenly, Brett was flung across the room by some unseen force, his head smacking hard against the concrete wall before falling to the floor. "Brett!" I cried. "What the fuck is this?!" Frozen in place, I struggled and ordered my body to obey me. "You can't move, Joshua." The voice came from nowhere, hidden from sight. "Who's that? WHERE ARE YOU?!! SHOW YOURSELF!!!" "Ok," the voice replied. The air before me began to ripple, shimmer and shift, like a reflective veil coming down, slowly revealing the face and body of a young man standing in front of me. {This short little twat is doing this to me?'} I asked myself. Barely 5'10", average build, mid twenties if I had to guess. Mocha colored skin, brown eyes and black hair. His hand was outstretched before him toward me. "Hey," he barked at me, stirring my rage further. No one talks to ME like that. "This short little twat just floored your little hellspawn, so I'd curb that tongue of yours." I was seething. The fucker was reading my mind! "Who the fuck are you, and what did you do to me?" I demanded of him. He smirked at me."Me? I'm Marcus. As for what I'm doing, we'll get to that. But first I want answers, and you're gonna give 'em to me- whether you like it or not." *Writer's Notes: Well, Marcus has gone on the offensive. Interesting. Don't you just love these plot curves? Stay tuned, readers. Next time- Part VI: The Hunted Rise

Greetings once again, readers. Sorry about the delay, but inspiration can't be rushed lol. Btw, the previous part needs some adjustments, which I'll get to in a short while. For those waiting for this story to get erotic, the wait is over. Again, this is a work of fiction from my very eccentric and vivid imagination. Some may like it, some may not.Anywho, let's get back to it... The Hunt: Part III- The Hunt Begins Marcus, the Hunted Their instructions given, the two men flanking 'Green Eyes' fixed their dark gazes on me and began to cross the streets and weave through the crowds, making a beeline in my direction. My body reacted, speed walking in the opposite direction, trying to put as much space between us as possible. 'What does this psycho freak want?' I asked myself. My first thought was he was an overzealous Witchhunter, direct descendants of Hunters who lived during and participated in the Burning Times of the Salem Witch Trials, seeking to kill me. But that couldn't be. Whoever he was, he was using some form of magick in all this. Specifically, he had shielded his thoughts and emotions when I tried to read him, the time lapse at the library, his eyes, and the dampening of my powers - it was magick without a doubt, something that I knew for a fact (learned from spying on small groups of these Hunters throughout the city) was forbidden to them to use. No matter if they used it for the group's benefit, if a Hunter was caught using anything remotely related to magick or witchcraft, they were killed on the spot in cold blood by the entire group. Glancing back periodically through the crowds, I saw that his men were still in pursuit, even pushing innocent people out of the way to get through. 'Fuck, this is bad. Come on, Marcus think!' I mentally said to myself, trying to figure a way to lose them. With my powers depleted, I couldn't get an accurate read on them. Clothed in tight-fitting black, these guys looked like bouncers at a seedy bar. Thick arms and legs, husky builds, dark and piercing eyes, they were both shaved completely bald, and each man bore an intricate tattoo over one eye. I couldn't make them out at this distance, but wasn't about to head their way for a closer look. I had to create a distraction to slow them down somehow. Then something occurred to me. While I couldn't use my active abilities at the moment, I was still a witch. There could be a chance that I could still defend myself. I focused on the spells, both offensive and defensive, I had learned and crafted in my studies over the years, picking out a few from the corners of my mind, hoping that my spell-casting wasn't affected. Another glance revealed that there was still plenty of space between me and my pursuers. I focused on a row of about eight to ten windows of the buildings behind me which they were about to pass, the distance between us filled with dozens of oblivious but easily frightened people. Slipping into a light trance to access the magicks deep within as well as the energy all around us (invisible to the human eye), I intoned with determination and faith: "Specularibus integi debebunt, iubeo disice." (English: Panes of glass, I bid you shatter.) My spells have always been more effective when spoken in Latin. Sure enough, as instructed, the glass of all ten windows cracked and shattered above the heads of the unsuspecting crowd. No one was seriously harmed, but they all freaked, running like lunatics in the direction of the men after me, stalling their progress in getting to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, encouraged by this stroke of fortune that my basic magick skills were still accessible. While the men worked slowly through the panicked crowd, I took full advantage, and directing my will and focus, I turned left at the next corner, fortunately finding the street void of people, entered into my trance state and spoke in a strong but whispered tone: "In metu, ad adiuvandum me fugit. Pulchritudo pallio et ego invocabo se a malo accedere." (English: In my time of fear,help me to disappear. Glamour and cloak I now invoke to hide from evil drawing near.) Slowly the air around me began to ripple and shimmer, wrapping around me like a blanket, shading my body out of the visible spectrum. Once cloaked, I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, weaving through any oncoming people in my path, my presence completely unnoticed by them as I hauled ass toward home. After what seemed like an eternity, my lungs began to burn and my feet screamed for rest. I gradually slowed my sprint to a jog, I looked back to see if my tails kept up. Seeing no one, I came to a stop under the shade of an oak tree to catch my breath, the cloaking spell slowly wearing off. While most humans would drop from exhaustion at this point, my training in the Craft helped shorten my body's recovery time. Finally able to draw a steady breath, I took in my current location. I was so caught up in escape that I didn't have a clue where I was, but one look around ended that confusion: I was back at the park. The same one I had received the incoherent vision. A feeling of unease went through me at the memory of it. But I had to get home quickly, and I couldn't turn back now. I looked up at the oak tree before me. Remembering that the Oak Tree is a source of strength and power, I put my hand on its trunk and spoke in respect: "Potentia quercum Confirma me in tempore necessitatis." (English: Power of the mighty Oak, give me strength in my time of need.) The energy of the Oak, from its leaves, bark and roots began to course through my hand and throughout my body, clearing away some of the fog still clouding my head and imbuing my form with energy and strength. Recharged, I quickly made my way into the empty park, lit now only by the light of the waxing Moon above. I kept my ears open and my eyes peeled, watching every flash of movement that crossed my sight. Nothing so far except the rustling of trees branches in the wind. I turned around, still in motion, to check my path into the park to see if I was followed. No sign of them. Just the dark shadows-which gave me pause as the sense of de ja vu dawned on me. The vision! I was chased by these strangers, just like in my vision. As I pondered this, clouds overhead covered the bright light of the moon and veiled the park in darkness - just as I saw in my vision. I turned back - and froze in an instant. Standing between me and the path to the other side was Green Eyes, flanked by his two servants. Before I had the time to react or speak, he came at me-in a blur of unnatural speed-his hands grabbing my arms and holding me tight. His eyes quickly brightened in the darkness, holding my gaze. They became brighter and brighter, projecting a dazzling light that rivaled the light of the Sun and Moon combined, which I realized was the same blinding green light from the second part of my vision. It was the last thing I saw before everything went black.... The next thing I knew I was alone in a dimly lit room on a damp mattress. Still dazed and groggy, I stumbled to my feet, and was suddenly visited by a sharp, burning pain in my arm. I brought it close to the light, and found that I had been branded. The center of it was circular and unscarred, and rimmed with an intricate Celtic knot design that also incorporated various occult symbols, some of which I recognized had the ability to negate magick of all kinds. To test my suspicion, I stared at the mattress I woke up on. l focused my gaze upon it and tried to move it mentally. Still no luck. I tried an old levitation spell from my younger days to lift it off the ground. Not a budge. Great, I thought. Now ALL my powers are completely blocked. What's next? I looked around. No windows, no other furniture aside from the mattress. Just a large, metallic door you'd normally find in a penitentiary which I quickly found to be locked. I turned around and sank to the floor. I didn't have it in me to cry or even scream. Nothing to do now but wait. If they wanted me dead, they would've done it already. They've kept me alive for something. But what? Jarek (Green Eyes), the Hunter "A job well done. You brought back your quarry much sooner than the others." The deep, resonating voice echoing in the great Hall was that of my employer, simply known as Nephelim. He never showed his face at these meetings. As far as I know, no one even knows what he looks like. Even my enchanted eyes, powerful as they are, could not pierce through his conjured glamours and see his true form: an enigma that continued to puzzle me. From the shadows emerged one of his slaves, a young man, early twenties, brown hair, smooth body, dull blue eyes, wearing nothing but a leather collar, harness and jock, a silver tray in his hands that presented a thick envelope. My payment. I accepted it, even though my desired payment will come soon enough. "Patience. You will have the Witch in good time. On the night of the Hunter's Moon." "Thank you, Nephelim," I replied, bowing my head low, adding "I look forward to it." Then I stole a glance at his young slave, who's head was correctly bowed lower than mine. I saw a a young man in total submission, and I felt an insatiable sense of lust. Of course, the sensation pales in comparison to personally breaking the spirit of one who puts up a fight or attempts to flee, such I expected the Witch would when the time came. The mere thought of what was to come made my cock thicken even further. "Until then, perhaps you'd like to amuse yourself with the young one before you?" The young man straightened his stance as I came over and more closely inspected him, noting that he shivered uncontrollably as I ran my hands over his smooth body, cupping his round ass in one hand and gently flicking one of his hard nipples with the other. Nephelim's voice echoed "Do with him as you wish, and send him back when you're finished," when from the shadows rang out the sound of Nephelim's finger snapping. His Head Servant, mid thirties, brown hair, brown eyes and finely trimmed beard, clad in a butler's attire, appeared swiftly and bowed low, and received Nephelim's command "Dagon, show my guest to his room." "Yes, Nephelim," he replied as he presented to me a leather leash which I clipped to the metal hoop in the boy's collar, and giving it a firm tug, I followed Dagon up the grand staircase and through the halls to my reserved bedchambers. Dagon opened the doors, revealing an elegant suite with a gigantic bed with silken sheets and a glass door leading out to the balcony overlooking the grounds of Nephelim's estate- the site of the coming events. "All of your things have been put away and your previous requests have been fulfilled as you asked. If you require anything further, I'm merely a bell ring away. Enjoy yourself, sir," he said hospitably, and with a low bow, he strode away, no doubt off to complete his duties and prepare for the other arrivals. Closing the door, I pulled the leashed slave close to me, raising his lowered head until his eyes met mine. Just as my quarry had done, his eyes widened in awe at the glow of my eyes. "Until I am fully sated, your mouth and ass belong to me. It's that understood?" I asked in a voice that allowed for only one reply. "Yes, sir," my slave replied, a tremble of fear and excitement rippling through him. "Good boy," I told him with a light tap to his cheek. With that I lead him over to the bed, securing the leash to the bed post. His willful obedience made me even harder, my hard cock aching to be released. I stripped off my black tee, flexing my pecs and arms, making a show off it as my slave looked on, some of his fear replaced with carnal lust. "Kneel, " I ordered. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of me, arms at his sides. I walked up to him, grabbed him by the back of collar and pushed his face into my crotch. He immediately began to lick and mouth the outline of my stiff cock, pausing briefly at times to marvel at the size and girth of my member. I did notice a flicker of worry when his eyes met my belt buckle, which bore a red biohazard symbol I had had cast into the metal. "Yes, it does mean what you think it means," pulling his short hair back roughly, his doe-like eyes met mine as I answered the thoughts crossing his mind, "You're gonna worship my big, thick POZ cock - with both your holes." "Yes, sir," he replied. "Good little cock whore," I responded. I sat back on the bed in front of him, pointing to my boots and pants. "Take them off." He immediately began unbuckling my boots, removing them and my socks and setting them aside. Then he unhooked my buckle, his hands trembling as he did. He then undid the buttons of my pants and pulled them off swiftly. Not held back by underwear, my veiny, eleven-inch cock sprang out, already dripping with precum and throbbing as I flexed the muscles, making it bob up and down. "Lick up that precum, boy! "I barked. Tongue out, he began lapping up the droplets, sticking the tip into my piss slit and kissing the head gently. "Suck my cock, boy!" I told him, grabbing the back of his head and shoving it into his open mouth. He struggled to fit all of me down his throat, gagging as the head hit his reflex. His head still in my hand, I began to slow fuck his little mouth, pulling out then shoving it back in as he sucked my monster cock, making it harder and harder. After about 20 minutes, I began to crave the boy's round ass, which I could view from above as he worshipped my cock. I pushed it deep inside, making him gag and choke, slathered two fingers with saliva, reached down between his cheeks and snaked them into his hole and began to massage the softness within, which actually caused his throat to widen and swallow more of my meat. I thrust in and out, soft and rough. He made attempts to stifle his moans but couldn't. The sensations were too much for him to keep quiet and submissive. I pulled my two fingers from him, a muffled whimper escaping his mouth as he continued to suck. They were warm and wet, with the faintest hint of blood. The fragrance of that trace amount was so enticing I had to restrain every fiber of my being from being overtaken by it. I lifted him off me and gave him a brief moment to catch his breath. His mind was reeling, and body tingling. He was mine to bend. To fuck. To seed. "On the bed, ass up," I said grabbing his arm and lightly flinging him on the bed. "Yes, sir, " I heard him say as he got on his hands and knees doggie style, arching his back and displaying his smooth ass for my pleasure, his tiny pink hole winking in anticipation. "You want my cock, don't you boy?" I taunted him as I rubbed my cock up and down his smooth crack. "Oh god yes, sir," he gasped, his inner slut starting to awaken. "You want this hard, poz cock inside that tight hole?" He briefly froze. I slapped my rod against his smooth hole, causing his body to tremble and his mind to seemingly go blank. "Yes, sir! Please sir! Give me that raw, poz cock! Own my hole, sir. " I began to surrender to my primal side, precum leaking out of my throbbing rod. Spreading his cheeks wide, I bent down and shoved my tongue deep into his winking hole, driving him wild with pleasure and ecstasy while lubing his hole with spit. Shivers rippled through his body as he stuck his ass out further, his hole beginning to loosen, allowing my tongue to go even deeper. "Oh please, more sir! It's all yours sir! Please fuck my tight hole!" If only he knew what he was really in for, I thought to myself. I was handling him with only a small fraction of my true strength and moving at a normal person's speed. Time to take things up a notch. With lightning speed, I lifted him back up on his knees, and spitting on my cock and his hole, I aimed it right at his opening. I began to move my cock's muscles so fast it was literally vibrating with speed, allowing me to further loosen his hole as I thrust it inside him with little effort. I did this all so quickly he didn't even realize that I had my entire cock inside him until my full swinging balls hit his own, after which he let out a deep guttural groan. I unhooked the leash from his collar, held him tight to me, and began to piston my fuck stick at a fast-than-normal speed, inciting more lustful howls from the young slave. One hand pulled his head back gently to meet my gaze. My other pinched his sensitive nipples as I began altering my rhythm of fucking from lightning-fast pumps to slow, deliberate strokes, pulling completely out and then slamming back inside. His eyes rolled back in his head, lost in sexual bliss. I began to slow down again, flexing and pulsing my thickness deep inside him. His body shivered again. He had never been fucked like this, I realized. Never to the point that he felt all-consuming pleasure. It made no difference to me, but I found it extremely - fascinating. I yanked my cock out roughly, making him scream, flipped him over on his back as if he were a pillow, which took his breath away. Before he could speak, I thrust my vibrating rod back into his stretched hole balls-deep. His eyes opened wide, his mind lost in passion. For one brief moment, which went by at a snail's pace for me, I could see his soul freed of its physical and fragile shell, shining radiantly. "You're gonna take my load, boy." No response, he was gone mentally. No matter. I resumed the speed fucking to bring him back, howls erupting from him in waves. My balls drew up in their sack. I couldn't hold it anymore. "TAKE MY POZ LOAD!!!! A final deep thrust, and I let out a feral roar as I pumped my load into him. Volley after volley of my cum poured into him as I flexed all 11 inches in his battered, now bleeding hole. The smell of it drove me wild. My fangs grew from their hiding place within my mouth, the blood singing like a Siren to me. I zeroed in on the carotid artery in his neck, exposed with his head turned to the side. Holding him down with barely any strength at all, I bit down on my hidden spring, taking in life-force held within the liquid crimson. His body tensed and shook, but he merely gasped at a high pitch. I felt his erect cock spasm as he came without ever laying a finger on his cock, while his sloppy hole tightened in its own orgasm, milking my throbbing cock for more of my hot cream, which was now slowly seeping into the scrapes and tears deep inside him. Becoming part of him. While normally content with draining a human dry, I showed restraint for this poor soul. Only taking a minute amount of his blood to tide my hunger over, I withdrew from him completely. My fangs from his neck, which receded back to how they were, and my cock from his hole. He lay there dumbfounded, puncture marks in his neck dripping blood, his hole oozing with cum and ass juices. I walked over to the dresser and picked up the pack of smokes I requested of Dagon when I'd first arrived the previous night and lit one. The exhausted slave sat up, finally awaken out of his daze. "I would like to be alone now. Leave," I said to him. "Yes, sir," he said wearily, hurrying as quickly as he could to leave. Before he reached the door, I was there in front of him in a flash, causing him to jump. "I expect you back here at midnight so I can open you and fill you up again, understood?" "Yes, sir," he answered and quickly hurried out, gently closing the door behind him. I walked out on the balcony where the breeze caressing my skin and the warmth of the slave's blood still coursed through my veins. As I looked out at the moonlit grounds and Nephelim's labyrinth garden, my cock began to harden once again. Five hundred years on this Earth, and I had yet to master the art of patience. Still, the time drew ever nearer. The time that marked the end of my wandering through the ages and through space. I just had to play by this 'being' Nephelim's little game, and then salvation shall be mine. I could hear it from here, pumping through the body and heart of an exceptional Witch. I look forward to the Hunt and the challenge he would bring. Told you there'd be some heavy action. There is a lot that doesn't make sense now, but this is just the beginning... Next time on The Hunt: Will Marcus escape his imprisonment and regain his abilities? What is being planned for him and these 'new arrivals'? What is it about Marcus that draws Jarek (Green Eyes) so intensely to him? Who is this mysterious man, (or being), known only as Nephelim? Coming soon: Part IV: The Hunter's Gathering

Part 2 I was 22, and working in Lewisam Hospital HIV centre as a third year medical student. I was young, blond, 11 stone, 6 foot tall, and was not surprised I received a lot of attention from the gay guys on the AIDS ward where I had earned a reputation as a potential target. I had fooled about with one of the AIDS patients, although I don't think he had told the other patients the sordid details. At most, the other patients guessed something had gone on, but precisely what was not common knowledge. I needed a fag, and to go out to the smoking hut. Because it was summer time, I slipped into a pair of flip flops as we weren't allowed to wear our hospital shoes outdoors, but, as usual, I was dressed in scrubs. Arriving at the smoking hut, I saw one of the patients from the AIDS ward, named 'Andy'. He was in his mid-thirties, bald, skinny, and in the advanced stages of AIDS. In addition, I knew he kinky, and was a nasty exhibitionist slut. "Hey Joe. Looking sexy, as usual, with your cute feet showing like that. I approve," Andy said as I lit-up a cigarette. "Hi, Andy, and thanks," I replied, in the process slipping off my flip flops off and flexing my toes. I love my feet and being barefoot made me horny. "So, how are you, Andy?" I asked, flexing my knee and holding my bare toes as I smoked my cigarette. "I'm good. Thanks. Did you have fun with John the other night?" he asked. As I debated my reply, he took a last drag on his cigarette, extinguished it, and stood-up. Dressed in tracksuit trousers, slippers and a hospital gown top, his bulging cock was visible in his baggy, grey trackies. "He shouldn't have told you, I could get in trouble," I replied, as I massaged my toes. "He just said you had some fun. I aint gonna say anything, don't worry" Andy commented as he took a step so he was standing directly in front of me. "Besides," he continued as he took hold of my bare foot and rubbed it gently with his big, muscular hands, "you're young, body full of hormones, and your nuts are full of cum, huh?" With that he pulled my foot into his crotch and rubbed his hard-on against it. I did my best to curl my toes around his shaft. "Your cock feels massive, Andy. Promise not to tell anyone about John? Or this?" I asked, rubbing his boner through his trousers with my bare foot, gripping his shaft with my sweaty toes. "I promise," he replied, grinding his crotch against my foot. With some pride, I noticed a wet spot of precum appearing through his trousers. "I'd better stop or you're gonna have a tell tale stain," I observed, removing my toes from his cock, and returning my bare foot to the concrete flooring. The concrete was quite cold, but that didn't stop me from slipping off my other flip flop, and standing barefoot in front of Andy. "Will you tell me what you did?" he asked, reaching over and squeezing my cock through my scrubs. "I can't. I could get in so much trouble," I replied. Andy continued to rub my erection through the thin fabric, but after a few seconds he paused, and poked his head out the door, checking to see if the coast was clear. 'I'll do anything. Come on, please. I can see you're turned-on by talking about it" Andy plead. With that he knelt down and, lifting my left foot up to his face, he brushed the dirt off my sole and, one-by-one, sucked my toes. "Oh god, Andy, that feels nice," I responded, trying to grip his tongue with my toes as he licked all around the underside of my sweaty digits. "You're a foot loving boy, aint ya? If you won't tell me what John did, will you show me?" as he moved from licking my bare sole to sucking my big toe. "Fuck, oh god. I can't here," I answered, pointing my toes and poking them into his mouth. "You sure?" And with that Andy took all five of my toes between his lips and sucked about half of my foot into his mouth, deep-throating my foot, and tongue-fucking my toe gaps, coating my toes in saliva. He had earned my respect. "Fuck it, ok, stand-up and drop your trousers," I said, removing my foot from his mouth. My toes were covered in his spit. Andy stood-up, again glanced-out the door to make certain no one was near. Then he slipped-off his slippers, dropped his tracksuit trousers down to his ankles, stepped out of his trousers, and tossed them on the bench. Standing in front of me, his hospital gown came down to his knees, so his genitals were covered, but his fat erection made a huge tent in his gown front, and the back was only loosely tied so his bum and bare back were visible through the crack. "Have you got a condom?" I asked, pulling my cock out my scrubs and giving myself a few wanks. "Nope. Did you and John use a condom?" he asked as I wanked myself. Andy then reached over and took hold of my erection, repeating his question "Did John use a condom?" "No, no he didn't," I finally answered. "Then you don't need one now," as he commented as he continued to wank me off. "Ah, fuck. Turn around," I ordered. Without a pause, Andy turned around, showing me his half-tied hospital gown. His skinny bum cheeks and muscular back showed through a gap in the gown. I slid my hand up his inner thigh, and along his ass crack. It was wet and slimy. Andy smirked, commenting "Oh yeah, I took a load from my boyfriend load earlier this morning," all the while standing nonchalantly at the entrance of the smoking hut, smoking a cigarette, playing look-out as I played with his bum cheeks. "Is your boyfriend HIV positive?' I asked, pulling his bum cheeks apart and looking at his cum-coated, poz fuck hole. "Yeah, he gave the bug to me,' Andy answered, and then cajoled me saying "come on Joe, show me what John did to your little neg ass." At the same time Andy bent at the waist, arched his back, and backed his cum-oozing hole nearer to my cock. "It sounds like you already know," I remarked, having made my decision. I rubbed my helmet in the cum oozing out of his hole, getting my mushroom head coated in brown tinged poz cum. Then I slid my helmet slowly into his poz man cunt, feeling the hot cum ooze out round my coronal ridge as I held my helmet in him. "Oh, yeah, fuck me neg boy. Put your student cum up me," Andy moaned as I buried my cock slowly into his guts until my balls hit his arse cheeks. I held my cock inside him, slid my hands up his back, un-knotting the ties on his hospital gown, and, opening the back of his garment, I slid my hands round him to feel his bare chest. "How far can you see if someone is coming?" I asked, pushing the hospital gown completely off his shoulders, letting it fall to his waist where it hung on his erection. "About 50 feet. Plenty far for a quick naked fuck" Andy replied, as he pushed the hospital gown off his cock, standing completely naked impaled on my bare cock in the door of the smoking hut. "Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this," I whispered to myself, my cock balls-deep up Andy's ass. I pulled my scrubs top over my head, dropped my trousers and boxers to my ankles, awkwardly kicking my bunched-up trousers and underwear off my bare feet, all the while trying valiantly to keep my cock buried in Andy's guts. Eventually, however, I too was completely naked. "Fuck yeah, fuck me nude boy," Andy moaned as I worked my cock in and out of his sloppy ass, his boyfriend's poz cum making his ass slurp every time I slid out. "You're so sloppy," I quietly remarked, sliding my cock out completely on every stroke so I could watch the second hand cum drool off my helmet before plunging back into his guts. "I could get in so much trouble if someone sees us," I said, standing on my bare tip toes to get more purchase to fuck his cum leaking man cunt. "Don't worry, damn it, I'll give a shout if anyone comes! Don't want you getting in trouble! Relax and enjoy yourself," Andy advised as he encouraged me to fuck his poz ass. "Fuck getting in trouble," I said, horniness getting the better of me. I pulled out, and before Andy could question me, I instructed him "Lay down here, on our clothing," as I kicked our discarded clothing into a pile with my foot. Andy obliged, laying on his back on the mound of clothing, as I knelt between his legs. "We won't be able to see if some one comes,' Andy observed as I lifted his feet up onto my shoulders, my helmet at the entrance of his hole. "Are you okay with getting caught?" Andy nodded his approval, so I continued "Shit a bit of cum out onto my knob." Andy immediately strained his sphincter muscles, pushing a glob of cum out onto my cock head. It was farty lump of frothy white cum that, once shat out onto the tip of my cock, smeared along my shaft as I slid into Andy's bowels. "Fuck yeah, but I thought you were worried," Andy continued, as he reached-up and pulled my face to his, pressing his lips against mine. "Honestly, I'm too fuckin' horny to care," I responded, slowly starting to fuck Andy, sliding my cock in and out of his diseased guts as we started to snog. "Close your eyes. Fuck it. If someone walks past, just fuck me and snog me with your eyes closed until you cum," Andy suggested. And with that we both closed our eyes, Andy on his back, his feet over my shoulders, bent double as I rutted on top of him, grinding my raw cock deep into his intestines as we snogged, oblivious to where we were or how risky it was. We fucked for several minutes, my cock slopping in and out of his cunt, and, pulling his left foot between our faces, and we snogged each other, his dirty toes in our mouths and occasionally up my nose, slobbering each other's face (and his foot) as we fucked in a contortionist's pose. After a few minutes, I pulled Andy's foot away and rammed my tongue down his throat, making him gag, fucking him for ages, but eventually we heard faint foot steps approaching, and I opened my eyes and tried to pull away. Andy, however, held my face to his, our lips pressed together, and commanded me to "Keep fucking me," licking my nose as I resumed fucking him. The footsteps meanwhile, were getting louder. "But Andy," I said as he sucked my nose and stuck his tongue up my nostrils, "there's someone coming." He held my face right up to his, my hips bucking into him as we listened to the approaching footsteps. "Just fuck me, deep, slow, fuck yeah, come on, fuck the person coming, let him see," he urged, snogging me hard as the shadow of two people appeared on the wall of the shelter. The newcomers were two young guys, probably in their late teens or early 20s, and with their first clear view of the shelter, I was about to blow my load. "Fucking queers," one of the guys said as the two of them walked past. My nuts were boiling with lust and pride, having just been seen by two youths, in a smoking shelter, fucking this guy, both of us completely naked. Just in case the guys couldn't tell precisely were I was in the process, I announced "I'm cumming," slamming my cock into Andy's guts, my balls jumping as I unloaded, simultaneously shoving my tongue into Andy's throat as I bred him. We moaned in pleasure into each face as I came deep in Andy's guts. I exaggerated our respective role by ramming hard into Andy as my cum flowed into his body, my balls emptying their load into his poz bowels. Suddenly one of the guys re-appeared in the doorway of the shelter again, just as I was bucking my hips into Andy, finishing-up in dumping my load deep inside him. Asking the obvious, he said "Are you cumming up him?", his iphone in hand, apparently filming the two of us in action. I continued, finishing-up in dumping my load into Andy as we both snogged, glancing at the guy but more or less ignoring him. After all, I was making bareback nasty with a very poz guy, breeding his dirty asshole. I lay on top of Andy, my cock up his ass, our bodies interlocked on the floor, our naked bodies heaving as the boy stopped filming. "Are you going to piss off so we can get dressed?" Andy said sternly to the boy. "Andy, don't be so horrible. He's just curious," I said, and then turning to the young guy I asked "You gonna stay until you've seen this, aint ya?" Just to entice him, I withdrew my cock from Andy's ass, and both it and I stood proudly in the full light of day for the inspection of the guy. As my cock was slick with anal juices, I grabbed my shaft and squeezed the last few drops of cum out my tip. The boy just stared at me as I stroked my softening erection, my cockhead shining in the sun. "How old are you mate?" I asked, helping Andy to his feet. Andy immediately stood behind me, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass as he hugged me, both of us standing naked in front of the boy. "I'm 19", the guy answered. Meanwhile Andy ran his hands up and down the front of my torso, making my cock throb as the on-looker watched, Andy also grinding his erection into my ass crack. "Thank god for that. What's your name, mate?" I asked. Andy finally stopping molesting my naked body. I reached for my scrub top, but Andy grabbed it from me, handing me his hospital gown. "Simon," the guy answered, as I looked puzzled at Andy, taking the gown from him. "I'm Andy, and this is Joe. He's a patient here. Put your gown on Joe," Andy said while slipping on my scrubs top and pulling on my scrubs trousers, handing me my boxers. Still mystified, I did as he ordered, pulling the hospital gown over my head, and pulling-up my boxers. Andy tied only the top tie of the hospital gown up on my back of me, squeezing my bum through my boxer shorts. "Why were you guys fucking here?" Simon asked. I looked him up and down. He was skinny, five foot nothing, wearing high top skater shoes, skinny knee length shorts and a tight white polo shirt, a 'Justin Bieber' hair cut, and a button nose. I remember thinking to myself 'Simon is as cute as hell - a very trendy young lad'. "Joe has been a patient here for ages, and we can't do it in the hospital, so we have to come out here," Andy lied to the boy. At that moment the boy's phoned beeped. "It's my mate. He's waiting for me at the youth club," Simon said, as he stepped out the doorway. "That's not fair," Andy retorted, stopping Simon in his tracks. "What isn't?" Simon asked. "We showed you ours. You've gotta show us yours. Here, look," Andy said, lifting my hospital gown up and getting my cock out my boxers, and then hauling his own cock out, holding both and stroking them gently. "I dunno..." Simon replied, looking round to see if anyone was near. "Go on. I can see you thinking about it," Andy urged, stroking both our cocks, one in each hand. "Fuck, hold on," Simon answered. Putting his phone in his pocket, he unzippd his flies, popped his button, and pulled his shorts wide open. He was wearing bright blue boxers. Then he then hooked his thumbs into his underwear waistband and paused, looking over his shoulders again to check if the coast was still clear. Apparently satisfied the coast was clear, he turned to face us, and then pulled the front of his boxers down, inviting us in saying "Here ya go," wagging his cock round. It was, at most, five inches, and matched his build as both he and it were fairly skinny. His foreskin covered most of his helmet, his japs eye nevertheless visible. His blond pubes, glinting in the sun, and neatly trimmed, completed the package. "Joe, I haven't a hand free. Pull his foreskin back for me. I want to see his helmet," Andy said wacking both of our cocks. I didn't need any further invitation. I reached over and took a hold of Simon's cock. He took a deep inhalation. "Don't worry, Simon. I'm just gonna skin it back for you mate. Okay?" Simon nodded, watching as I gripped his shaft and pulled back his foreskin. Simon sighed as I began to play with his cock, and I used every manual trick I knew, holding it, cupping it, stroking my thumb along the shaft, gently pulling his foreskin over his helmet again and then peeling it back slowly. His pleasure was evident as his piss slit smeared my palm with his precum. "You ever fucked anyone, mate?" Andy asked, as I let go of Simon's cock and watched as it jumped with ever heart beat. "Eermm.... No...." Simon replied. "Joe likes watching me get fucked by other guys," Andy said, letting go of our cocks and pushing his trousers down to his ankles. "Andy, you can't," I said, as Andy again took hold of my cock. "Maybe this will convince you," Andy replied. Turning his back to Simon, he bent over and slid my cock into his mouth, sucking hard on my helmet as he presented his ass to Simon, who just stood there, still holding his boxers down so his erection could hang out proudly, all of six inches from Andy's hole. "Simon, push your boxers down below your balls. That's it," I observed, as Andy sucked my cock. Simon did as I ordered, pushing his boxers down so his cock and balls hung out. His little nuts were pulled up tight under the base of his cock. I leaned over Andy as he in turn bent over between Simon and me, gagging as I shoved my cock deeper into his throat. At this point I was thoroughly horny, and certainly horny enough to carry through with this scene. I then pulled-out of Andy's mouth, and stood next to Simon, as I stroked my cock. "Simon, are you ok? You haven't said anything," I observed, as I reached over and moved Simon's hand to my erection. Andy was still bent over in front of the Simon, his ass no more than inches from the tip of Simon's innocent cock. "I'm ok. What do I do?" Simon asked, still holding my cock. "Inch forward, that's it," I instructed, as Simon put his helmet to Andy's cum-leaking hole. "I've got a condom in my wallet. Should I get it out?" Simon asked, adding "what's that stuff?" as he smeared his helmet in my sperm. "You don't need a condom. Andy's not a girl. He can't get pregnant, and that stuff is my cum. I wouldn't have fucked him bareback if it was dangerous would I?" I lied. "I guess. Should I just fuck him without a condom then, like they do in porn?" Simon asked, gently squeezing my cock onto which he was still holding. "It feels so much better without a condom, Simon. Never use one. Always get your little cock in there skin-to-skin," Andy recommended, reaching back and pulling his cheeks apart, presenting his poz cunt for the him to fuck raw. "Help him do me bareback, Joe. Please," Andy said. "Line it up with his hole, and now just push inside. That's it," I said as Simon's helmet slid easily into Andy's experienced hole. Simon's cock skin, of course, was being caressed by Andy's poz bowel lining, and in obvious pleasure, Simon grunted "Oh, wow", as he all but throttled my cock in the excitement of the moment: his erect cock was lodged in Andy's guts, and my cum and all sorts of other juices leaked out of Andy's ass, to lubricate Simon's entrance. In fact, Simon's pubes and nuts were completely matted in cum. "Good huh?" Andy moaned as he pulled his ass forward and then back, and back again, fucking himself onto Simon's erection. "Fuck!" Simon exclaimed, perhaps a little loudly, but certainly understandably, as he began to thrust his hips, slowly and gently, fucking Andy, all the while still holding my cock with his young fingers. "Glad you tried it?" I asked, sliding my hand onto his skinny bum, the top third of which was bare as his boxers were puled down a bit. My finger tips were exploring his ass crack, pushing his boxers shorts waistband down even further as I pushed Simon into an ever harder fucking motion. "Oh, I think I'm gonna..." Simon exclaimed, as he likewise dropped my cock, grabbed Andy's hips, and fucked Andy deeply and erratically, jerking into the poz guy. "Just let go - cum inside him. Good boy," I said, sliding my hand down the back of Simon's boxers and feeling his bum cheeks clench as he started to cum, his little hips hammering into Andy, unloading his cum into Andy's hole. "Oh, fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck.......' Simon grunted as he came, grinding his cock into Andy's guts. "Good boy," I praised him, letting Simon come down off his orgasm. I couldn't help myself, but found myself openly stroking his bum cheeks as he pulled out, cum dripping off his cock, which was still rock hard and pulsing. Andy stood up and started to pull my scrubs trousers on again, as I stared at Simon's pulsating, all the while playing with his hole. Panting quite hard, Simon gasped "Fuck me, that was cool," looking with obvious pride at his throbbing cock. I knelt down and sucked it into my mouth, sucking all the grime off it - until Simon pushed me off. "All clean," I said, standing-up and stroking Simon's cock one last time before he pulled his shorts and boxers up. "Fuck, well, I've gotta go," Simon announced. "Thanks, and nice meeting you mate,' Andy grinned. "Yeah, and thanks. See ya," Simon replied as he hurriedly left the shelter. "Young guys always run after they've cum," Andy observed. "You shouldn't have let him fuck you bareback, Andy," I said, gripping Andy's cock through his trousers. "Hey, at least I didn't breed him. I done as much to guys his age. "So tell me, Andy, why am I wearing your hospital gown?" I asked as Andy rubbed his fingertips on the skin of my bare back through the gaping gap in the back of it. I shuddered in pleasure as he slid his hand down into the back of my boxer shorts and grazed his finger over my hole. "So Simon didn't know you worked here. Plus, I thought I'd have easier access. If, that is, you've got a little longer?" he asked, turning me round to face him, our bare toes touching. "You're still horny? I guess you haven't cum yet. Sure. I'm not needed in theatre for an hour," I answered, adding "What did you have in mind?" Andy slipped on my flip flops on and picked up his slippers, suggesting "Let's go for a little walk, shall we?" as he squeezed my cock through my clothing. "I can't go barefoot and dressed like this," I retorted, as Andy stroked me to erection again. Then he took my hand by the wrist and slid it down the front of the scrub trousers he was wearing, getting me to hold his fat shaft. "You want this up you?" he asked, as I slowly stroked his cock. I nodded. "Come with me," he said, further instructing me to keep ahold his cock in his scrubs trousers, and as he held his tracksuit trousers and slippers in front of his crotch to hide where my arm entered under his waist band. With no more ado, he led me off towards the hospital, barefoot, in just boxers and a loosely tied gown, my cock throbbing....

Yesterday was my off day, so I got online and started trolling for dick. I ran across a craigslist ad about a guy and his buddy looking to breed a firm ass. He emailed me back gave me the address to his place and told me that the door will be unlocked, just walk in strip completely naked and put on the blindfold he had waiting for me and wait for him. I got there door was unlocked stripped naked put on the blindfold and waited. About 2 mintues later I felt someone's hand rub my chest and then my ass, and I was guided to then I'm assuming it was a bedroom. I was put on the bed and next thing I know I was sucking cock while another guy started eating my ass. I could not see anything but just hear them verbally using me. One guy finally pushed his cock in and started pounding me. He fucked me for it seem like 15 to 20 mins. then the other guy took over. He started fucking me really good then I could hear him moan and I knew then he was about to dump his load in my hole. A few mins later I could hear the 1st guy jacking off and the other guy demand that he cum on my face. Next thing I know my face was wet but good thing for the blindfold because he woiuld have shot a big load and I would have gotten it in my eyes. Someone grabbed me off the bed and led me back to where I walk in at and told me to put on my clothes and walk out but not to pull the blindfold off until I had counted up to 20. Did what I was told and then left. On the way home my hole started leaking cum, so I knew the first guy shot a big load in me. This was totally hot not knowing who they where or what they looked like. I hope to hear back from them again. That was totally hot as fuck!!!!

This one is pretty fucking hot http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=FS7aKhR009_

This is not by TIM, but it's a good match: http://www.rawtop.com/porn/2011-01/inked-musclebear-and-poz-daddy-screw-filipino This one is by TIM, maybe it's what you want http://www.rawtop.com/porn/2010-08/fred-mayer-loose-cummy-cunt-gets-used-timfuck-style If you give me more details of the scene, I can try again.

I treat my bottoms really nice. I kiss them. I eat their hole. I dont slam my cock in. I let them adjust to its size. I start off slow when I fuck until theyve loosened up. however. they are servicing my cock.....but I in turn, am servicing their cunt. This thread sounds like a bitch session for Womens Lib. and frankly I dont hook up with versatile dudes. I dont understand them and theyre too aggressive. and believe me. most tops will fit into my line of thinking more than yours. I dont want a submissive, but I do want a bottom. I dont want a top trapped in a bottoms body whose mad at the fact that he's not the boss in the bedroom. oh and lastly, there have been bottoms who have pussywipped me to where Id do just about anything to get into their hole. so whos really in charge there?