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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

Personally, due to porn being generally the same old same old actionwise, the audio is what gets me off the most. I wanted to start a thread where we could post videos that had really hot audio in them. http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=fn4su-g362- This one the guy breeds deep without pulling out and the talk back and forth is amazing. I've literally jacked off multiple times to this video. Also, don't spam the thread with talking about barebackerman, yes, we all know his audio is hot.

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.

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

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

Well this is my first try. If people like it I'll give it some more. This account is entirely fictional, and is merely fantasy. Hope you enjoy the musings of my somewhat twisted mind. _________________________________________ Sweat poured down my face as my naked back hit the cold wall. While not completely dark, I had to focus my eyes as the shadowy figures moved closer to me, some standing upright, others in a crouched position ready to pounce should I make any attempt to bolt. My heart pounded, my body trembling with both fear and excitement. Something I knew they could detect. It's almost as if they could smell it. They had finished with the others. I was the only one left. They were saving me for last... Perhaps I should start at the beginning. Me: I'm a young black man living in the big city. I go by the name of Marcus. I'm 25, about 5'11, 175lbs, average athletic build, an otter with plenty of fur. Got a 9 inch cut cock and bubble ass to boot. While not a gym rat, I do my best to take care of myself when I can. Running around the city looking for work does wonders for your physique. Not to mention the workout you get from sex. That I could get in spades. Been with a great man for about seven months now, and I can get all the sex I want from him, not to mention a deep love of which some men can only dream. But today, things changed. I woke up to my man (Garrett) sleeping soundly beside me, his arm pulling my body close to his, spooning me with his morning wood. He's about my size if not slightly longer, but a hell of a lot thicker than me. We take turns in roles since we're both vers, but the depths he can reach inside me send me over the edge and keep me begging for more. Even though we went to sleep fucking, we always were geared up for more. I stirred lightly, not wanting to wake him, and slowly reached down and stroked his cock. Either he was faking or still deep asleep, but he didn't react. I lined his throbbing rod up with my well lubed and well fucked hole, and scooted back, feeling the head slide through my opening. While it was slightly sore, I didn't care. I had to have more. I eased back more, feeling inch by inch slide into my chute. He must've thought he was still dreaming, because he sleepily started sawing in and out of my hole, eyes closed, breathing soundly, and making various noises and grunting. I was sure he had awakened as he grabbed me tightly, rolled me onto my stomach and sank balls-deep into my hungry hole. I looked back and to my surprise, his eyes were still closed and he was still sound asleep. His dick pulling all the way out and slamming home soon took my mind off questioning that, and I thrust my ass back to meet him, opening more to his assault. Twenty or so minutes went by and we were lost in ecstasy. Soon he started to go faster and faster. I've been with him for a while now to know what that means, and tightened the muscles in my ass to milk out his warm cream. It was at that time that he opened his eyes, those beautiful dark brown eyes, and realized what was going on. A smile spread across his face and mine as I looked back to him, and he leaned down and started to kiss me all while pumping his big black cock in me. His breathing grew ragged and more labored, and with a few quiet but guttural grunts, he gripped my body tight and held his cock deep inside. I can always feel a man cum, and Garrett is no exception and always shoots gallons. Rope after rope of hot, sticky cum glazed the inside of my hole, adding to the three loads he deposited last night. I clamped down, my entire body caught in a wave of intense orgasm, seeking to squeeze every drop he could muster. We collapsed in a heap on the mattress, coverd in sweat and fluid. He kissed me on the neck and back, knowing full well it would cause my hole to spasm even more while he continued to make his cock pulse and throb inside me. "Good morning." I said finally. "Good morning" he replied. "Did you sleep well?" I asked. "Shit, I thought I was still dreaming" he chuckled. He kissed me again softly and deeply, then got up to head for the bathroom. I didn't imagine it would be a long time before I saw him again. To be continued

This has been a really strange weekend of encounters and what I'm about to relate really happened. I had a fuck last night and one this evening which have had similarities. Both guys are fairly new to getting fucked up their arses. Early this evening I was south of Leeds and received this message on Grindr: "Discreet meet now I'm bottom accom not out free now" A photo was sent of a slim young guy. Yep, I thought, looks good. He went on: "I'm bi discreet not out home alone bottom accom" I replied, "I don't use condoms m8" His response: "I'm inexperienced just want to try to get fucked. Free to drive now?" I was and off to Morley I went. He told me the house was empty until 9. I asked if I should bring lube, he replied he had some. Arrived at a smart modern terraced house, the blinds moved and the guy came to the door. Now as I'm reproducing the grindr chat I see the photo he sent me was not actually him. The guy in person was actually hotter; a very hot Asian lad I would say in his early-mid 20s with a very trim body, tattoos, really nice cock, and one of those perfectly formed arses with small brown buns, covered in a light fuzz of hair. I could imagine him being a smart dresser with a girlfriend on his arm. He lay down on the bed on his front. I'd have eaten his arse out but he had lubed his hole. He sucked me a bit and then I got him onto his side and I lay behind him and pushed my cock up his brown puckered manhole. Was a little tight but we got there and I started fucking him. He found the position difficult so we changed to doggy. He then got up and staggered towards the wardrobe muttering about getting a condom. He then stopped and said, "Oh but you don't like condoms". "No, they turn me off I said". He then came back to the bed without getting protection. He admitted he had got drunk. He had only been fucked twice before and it had been too painful, so he had got himself drunk so he could take cock. Presumably both times before he had taken wrapped cock. I said he needed more lube, and the he went to an olive oil bottle, poured some on his palm, and lubricated my cock with it. He got on his knees and pushed his hairy buns towards my cock. I slid in and got a good rhythm going. "Have you cum?",he asked . No I said, I take much longer to cum. By this stage he was getting nervous about the time. I got dressed and left him lying with his well-fucked barebacked hole. Now we go back to last night, in Hull. Was on Fab Swingers and a 36-year-old bi-curious guy messaged me. "Wanna play x" "Yes", but again said I didn't use condoms. He replied: "I'm a receiver so make me your toy x" He sent his address and I turned up at am old house that had been converted into flats. He had left the outer door and flat door open. I walked in and saw no sign of anyone. I then walked down a hallway and found this slim guy lying face down on his bed; naked. A small but inviting arse was the focus of my attention. I stripped off and rimmed his hole, licking between his legs, tonguing his puckered hole, using my lips to suck out his asslips. I pulled his cock out from under his trim frame. It was generous in size and fat. I got to work on it with my mouth, and then back to his hole. Then he raised onto his knees and I pushed my way in. He had no lube, but my mouth had done its job and he was gagging for a cock in him. I gave him poppers. As I fucked him he kept asking for reassurance that I hadn't cum in him. I think it was the first time he had ever taken it bare as he was muttering,"I can't believe I'm doing this". Turned out he was new to getting fucked and had only experimented with men in the last year, after separating from his wife, with whom he had two kids. He said he felt free to try new things. He was stoned too, which no doubt loosened him up. Then rather bizarrely, after I got dressed, he said there was no rush for me to leave and he wanted to sing some songs he had written while playing on his guitar. I thought it rude just to leave and he clearly wanted company. He was actually very good. Told me he had a 16 year old daughter who he hadn't seen since he was two, he had been in prison, and sang songs of his life. Must say this was a first for me. I just had to write all this down as I don't want to forget the details. I really am struck by the fact that both these men, previously completely straight, desired to take cock inside them and get fucked by me, an older guy, bareback. Neither seemed to really desire the raw option, but were so turned on that they were willing to take it as nature intended. Of course alcohol and more had stripped them of their judgement to play safe. I wonder how they will remember their fucks. Worry in retrospect for getting fucked without protection, or will it ignite a desire to experiment more...

Guys I just looked at the voting form and I have to say, while I'm extremely flattered that someone would nominate me for Performer of the Year and for Best Body, I have to ask you not to vote for me for those two. First, I don't deserve either one. Second, Performer of the Year needs to go to someone who does this for a living full time. My vote would go to Antonio Biaggi or Dolf Detriech. And Best Body, please. I have an OK body. That one needs to go to someone with a body like Dolf, who works very hard at his physique. I would very much like to win Newcomer of the Year. Best Ass wouldn't be bad either lol. And Best Creampie, well...not sure where I would display that one but OK. lol. I would also like to win the one for Best Performer Blog, as I have spent a great deal of effort on my blog and would feel very good about accepting that one. Thanks for your support. You guys are the best.

Voted for you in all categories you were listed. Good luck!

I agree that it may be fishing, but I think a lot of these guys have posted their profiles when they are horny as fuck and think they would do anything. But when someone actually wants to act on it with them, they chicken out. I don't think it's a euphemism for barebacking tho. It means a whole lot more than just that. To me it says "anything goes." And by "anything" I mean ANYTHING. Uninhibited means no inhibitions. No boundaries. Nothing they won't do. But I've yet to meet a person who says that that actually truly means it.

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.

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.

I thought that was like the ultimate fantasy for gay men......

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 go to adult bookstores every single day. My mouth AND my asshole have been pressed to every single gloryhole in every dirty bookstore in town. I have no idea whose loads I took today.

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

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.

what about burping and pig noises oink nothing like being in the darkroom of the piss club hooking up with some guy snogging burping pit sniffing precum licking arse rimming burping from the beer piss flowing down your legs while twisting each others tits

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

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

Hot Rod is such a stud. I love the way he gives and takes loads. Massive cock. Tight hole. Beautiful toned and tattooed bod. Cheeky face. I wonder if he's poz: he seems like such a slut.

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.

fuck i loooove this!!! cant wait for more!!

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

fucking hot lets hear some more

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.

The Hunt- Part IV: The Hunter's Gathering Marcus I must've dozed off. I woke up in a field of wildflowers on a breezy summer day. I knew this was a dream. Witches are naturally adept at telling the difference between the real world and the Dreamtime, as it is known to some. I looked around and saw my beloved Garrett standing feet away. 'Garrett!' I cried out. We embraced and kissed. So passionately, the Sun above us began to heat the landscape. Suddenly he broke our kiss and looked me straight in the eye. 'I haven't much time, my love. I've been given one chance to help you and this is the only way you will survive.' 'What do you mean? Where are you? Are you ok--' the questions billowed out of me, but he cut me off. 'There's no time to go into all that. You cannot let these people complete the Hunt. You must disrupt it and help the innocents trapped with you.' 'But how?' I asked. 'My powers are gone.' 'Not gone, suppressed. You can revive them.' Suddenly my arm began to sting- right where I was branded, my memory told me. Slowly he began to fade away. 'NO! Please don't leave yet!' I cried. 'Beware of the werloga, the wolf among the sheep. Fear not, my love. We shall meet again...' I woke in a sweat and short of breath. I had hoped it was all a dream and that I was back home with Garrett. No, I was stuck in the same dingy cell that I was put in. God, there had to be a way out of this. Then the dream came back. My arm! I touch the sensitive brand, still healing. There had to be some way of breaking this binding. I began to scour around for anything sharp that I might use to at least scrape a part of the brand away. When a sigil like this is altered or broken, it loses its power. The spark of hope within me rekindled, my desire to be reunited with Garrett keeping me going. The door rattled, causing me to jump back in defense, ready to strike. A small opening slid open in the lower part of the door, sliding through a plastic tray with what appeared to be baked chicken, mashed potatoes and carrots with clear plastic utensils. A small bottle of water rolled in after it, and then the opening shut quickly. Now I know for a fact that they wanted me alive, at least for now. They probably wouldn't feed me otherwise. Then it hit me. Chicken has bones. Bones can be sharpened. I took up the tray of food, making a show of eating. I figured I was probably being watched in some form, so I had to be sneaky about this to pull it off. I ate ravenously, deliberately snapping the chicken in half to get all the meat from it. As luck would have it, one of them snapped in just the right way to create a sharp edge. Perfect, I smiled in thought. Jarek I flipped through my old copy of Malleus Maleficarum, studying up on my Witch lore, my naked body spattered with blood. The slave had come back as I instructed. After breeding him a second AND third time, my bloodlust got the better of me. His now pale and cold body lay there beside me, his neck perforated by the punctures of my fangs. It made no difference to me. After all, Nephelim did say 'do as you wish' and he had a plethora of other obedient slaves to serve him. Which reminded me. I rose from the bed and took in hand a velvet rope hanging nearby from the ceiling. A gentle tug produced the ringing of a bell. Within moments, Dagon was gently knocking at my door, his heart beat only slightly elevated. I pondered a moment: Strange, most humans have a faster beat when working to get through a house as big as this, adding to the mystery and identity of his master that continued to elude me. "Come in," I said. Dagon opened the door and bowed low. "What can I do for you, Master Jarek?" he said as he raised his eyes to me. I pointed to the bed. Dagon straightened and went to examine the body. My first thought was that he would warn me that Nephelim would not be pleased. His apathetic reply to the scene before him declared otherwise: "Such a shame. He would've made such a fine servant." He began to caress the body's frame almost sensually. "While it is not necessary for me to sleep" I spoke, waking him out of his necromantic fantasy," I would like this cleaned up." "Of course, sir. I was just coming to see you. The rest of the invited party have arrived. Nephelim requests your attendance in the Great Hall. The festivities are about to begin." "I see." I replied, and with lightning speed, I cleaned myself off with a towel and put on clothes, favoring black for a color as usual. As I strode out the door, Dagon was already quickly at work wrapping up the boy's lifeless body in the sullen bedding, and other slaves were hurrying in to assist with cleaning supplies in hand. I made my way through the house to the Great Hall, along with other men and beings of various body types and garb. A good share of them were human, their scent easily recognizable and each one unique. My eyes were drawn to one who was much taller than I. Much taller than any of us. A half Giant, I realized. I had thought the world was void of their kind. Wide, sullen eyes, thick arms, torso and legs, with a short but tussled mane of hair growing from his head. He seemed like an ancient and prehistoric form of man prior to Homo sapien, only taller and far stronger than many beings I've ever encountered. I pitied the poor soul that encountered this leviathan during this event. Surely the human quarry would perish from the assault he would bring their fragile bodies. Behind this behemoth, I spotted another rarity of the Supernatural world: a Satyr. The muscular and hairy face, chest, arms, and swinging erect phallus of a man with the horns, legs and short tail of a black goat, his face set in a cocky smirk, a syrinx(pan pipes) tied to his waist. My eyes noticed a bright aura emanating from them, indicating some form of enchantment was placed upon them. No doubt to help draw in unwilling or frightened people for him to ravish. It was said that Satyrs were always wanting sex, prepared for more even after they've had sex countless times. My awe of these mythical beings was disrupted by a scent that stung my nose and began to slowly boil my blood in a muted rage. I recognized it instantly, reminded deeply of an ancient feud that began long before even my human life and continued on to this very day: a Lycanthrope (Werewolf or Lycan, as is the popular term), a natural and particular enemy of mine as well as most of my kind. While different breeds of them (others being panther, tiger, etc., collectively called Weres or the Two Natured) were found scarcely across the world, Wolves were most prominent in number, ferocity and duplicity, turning even on their own kind if it served their own agenda. While some covens and tribes have found ways to coexist, others it seemed were naturally meant to be at war with each other. The source of the acrid odor came from the man coming up behind me. A man of my height and build, though darker in his complexion. I knew not his name or his nature, but I detested him immediately. It was without question that the feeling was mutual. His eyes flashed a primal yellow as he snarled and sneered at me, grabbing at his swollen crotch as he did so. Ignore the primitive little dog, I said to myself. While there was to be no vendettas settled in our hosts' house, the grounds outside were a different matter. Just give me a reason, I thought at him, my face set in stone. I turned back from him, keeping my eye on my prize rather than foolish pride. We all arrived together at the Hall doors, which swung open before us by some unseen presence. Upon a dark throne sat our host, Nephelim, whose shadowed form gazed upon us with unseen eyes. We all entered the Hall, found a place to stand before him and bowed. The Giant got down on one knee and bowed. The Werewolf kneeled down and bowed with his hands balled into fists upon the ground. No matter which way they bowed, it was to pay homage and respect to this being of power. "Welcome, one and all!" his voice boomed throughout the Great Hall. "Before we begin, my servants will assist me in calling forth our final guest." His hand gestured toward his left, where we saw a group of five of his slaves, all cloaked in black, standing at the points of a pentagram etched into the floor. They all suddenly produced ceremonial daggers, athames, which they all pierced their left palms with. Blood dripped onto the diagram before them. It was calling to me again, enticing my bloodlust to rekindle. Nephelim began to speak in a dark and ancient language, thick with malice, as he gestured towards the pentagram. Those with the eyes able to see saw the blood moving on its own, filling in the etching upon the floor. Suddenly the aroma that was usually alluring to me turned sour and rank, like the coagulated blood of the dead warmed thrice over. The slaves slowly back away as smoke, fire and darkness billowed up from the wide crevice that opened in the etching. They didn't get far, however, as the darkness formed prehensile tendrils which grasped them tightly and dragged them kicking and screaming down below, the echo of their cries sounding in my ears for several moments. Sacrifices, I realized. The rituals and use of this primal dark magick usually required a steep price. A column of fire soon erupted, nearly blinding the lot of us. I took a moment from the sight to glance over toward Nephelim. Maybe the light of this hellfire could produce the face of our host. Nothing. The darkness hid his face from me. A deafening roar from the column drew my attention back. The fire began to ebb away, revealing one of the most feared yet desired beings in existence- a pure bred Demon. Not one of the modern-day, watered down, hybrid Demons that can only possess other beings on this plane. This was one of the original breed, the Old Ones that existed long before the creation of man, their power surpassed only by the Gods. Every being in that Hall connected to the Supernatural could feel it. His form began to shift, no doubt of his own accord. His form shifted through several features before settling on an appearance. Dark hair, eyes that became a piercing blue, skin which mixed evenly to a soft, cream-colored human shade. The fires subsided, and the crevice closed up as if it had never opened. The Demon slowly descended down from levitating above us to touch down softly on the etching that helped to bring him forth. His body sculpted as if from marble, hard features and strong stance. Strong pecs and abs leading down to a thick, hanging cock, which no doubt tripled in size when erect. These Demons were known in all lore as 'destructive lovers' being that any mortal who tried to mate with them was killed in the process. One of their many descendants is the Incubus- one of whom was gathered with us in that Hall, obviously possessing a human host, only discernable from a human by his bright red eyes and the sharp devil horns protuding from his wavy black hair, his head bowed lower than all of us at the sight of his ancestral brethren, which soon proved to be much more than that. The Demon moved with speeds faster than mine over to his kin, gesturing him to rise. He did so, and the two embraced like long-divided lovers, kissing deeply and passionately before us. "Bael, I bid you welcome to my house," Nephelim interrupted. Bael broke the kiss, touching the face of his kin gently. The skin of the human he possessed burned slightly from the touch of the Old One, an event unnnoticed by his admiring Incubus. Even though they possess humans and use their faculties and functions, Demons, hybrid or pure, feel no pain unless brought on by magick or exorcism. "Nephelim," Bael bowed slightly to our host, his words resounding like a chorus of voices speaking in unison, emitting different pitches and tones; some distinct, others a whisper. "It has been too long. I thank you for inviting me, and reuniting me with Caelus, my bethrothed. I see that the mortal realm has been kind to you." So these two knew each other, I realized. Another question answered about our host. Obviously inhuman, powerful, skilled in the Black Arts, and acquainted with a pure Demon, the last sighting of one being nearly 3,000 years ago from the ancient tomes I studied during my long life. I filed what I had witnessed in the back of my mind to be pondered later. Nephelim chuckled deeply and replied, "It has indeed, and now, the gathering of the new breed of deadly and virulent Hunters and the imprisoned Quarry is complete, and just in time. All your service fees are paid in full for your part in making this tradition of perversion a reality once more. Now the Hunter's Moon begins to rise in the sky." As he spoke of it, the curtain of one of the Hall's grand windows drew apart unaided, revealing the luminous Hunter's Moon, which now began to slowly eclipse, a small sliver of it taking on a copper-red hue. I spotted out of the corner of my eye the Wolf, twitching and shuddering at the sight. Their kind has always been empowered by the Moon, I remembered. While it was intriguing to others, I personally found it unimpressive. "The time is upon us. You have been selected to participate in a competition of masculinity, strategy and debauchery. Dagon, open the doors and release the Quarry." Dagon appeared from the shadows, pulled back his left jacket sleeve, and pressed a button on a device worn on his wrist. The doors leading out onto the estate swung open, the early evening air rushing in, bringing in the smells and sounds of the coming twilight. In the distance, at a range far beyond that of a human's, I heard the collective unlatching of doors and bolts. The captives had been released. My fangs shot out in anticipation. Others growled and shivered in kind. "The quarry you collected have been released from the old infirmary across the vineyard, and will be led out different paths to different places. As a treat for some of you, I've included as well a few single-minded bigots as well as some of the pathetic inbred swine that dare to call themselves Hunters, as well as a few of my personal slaves to the quarry count.You will have the grounds, this house, the garden labyrinth and all materials found thereon to assist you. You can team up with others on any of the quarry, or do it alone. I leave that for you to discuss, but they must receive your 'gift' internally to be counted in your favor. Also, there are a few various challenges for both you and your prey to make things more interesting." Well, I surmised, it seems I have much more in common with this lot than I realized. It seems like every single one of them was chosen because of some virulent strain they carried, like the one I was cursed with centuries ago. Possibly the very same one. In this age, humans discovered it by accident with science and named it the Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV). While it is incurable even now, it is treatable for them with synthesized medications and changes in nutrition and lifestyle. I've been alive long enough on this Earth, discovering the dark side of the lifestyle surrounding this virus to know this for what it truly was: behind the mystery and suspense, this was a Pozzing party, and our quarry were to be infected (if they survived the encounter), whether they wanted it or not. "You are given a certain amount of points for each being you vitiate. Humans give you one point. A Fae will give you two points. A hybrid being of any sort will give you three points.Those that have already been 'hunted down' prior to you will give you an additional point. The points will be tallied just before dawn,and the one with the most wins. It is IMPOSSIBLE to falsify your numbers, as you will soon discover. However, the one who has conquered our 'special quarry' (his darkened face turning in my direction as he emphasized this, hinting it seemed) will be granted title of 'Supreme Hunter' and be granted one wish. Any one thing you can imagine, I will bring to fruition. Nothing is beyond my power. Now go forth, and LET THE HUNT BEGIN!" His form, shadowed though it was, began to fade even further into the darkness, shimmering out of sight, his hand raising up and producing a final, echoing snap, signaling us to begin.... In an instant, the others began to race out to prepare their strategies while searching for the prey. The Giant strode out, his longer legs thundering as he lumbered and ducked down below the door frames. The Satyr let out a wild shriek and broke into a run, the hooves of his goat legs clicking against the floor. The Demon, known as Bael, as he wrapped his arm around his Incubus lover, Caelus, whipped his other hand about, conjuring a dark fog of living smoke that enveloped them both, after which they vanished from the room as our host had. The Wolf sneered at me, looking sure of himself and took off in a run, shedding his garments along the way, probably to shift into his canine form to become faster and tap further into his animalistic senses. Egotistical mutt, I thought. But enough of him. Now to claim what I've been waiting for. To hell with this petty little contest. The money, Nephelim's wish, it didn't matter in the slightest. My prize will be far more satisfying: the Witch, the one I've been seeking for centuries, who holds within the key to my ultimate desire, will be mine, mine alone- and woe to he who stands in my way.... *Writer's Note: Now the Hunt truly begins. Stay tuned... Next time- Part V: Hunter's Moon

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

Greetings, readers. Sorry about the delay. Tried posting this three times here already, but I lost all my work trying, so trying a different format. I know it may seem out of place in this forum, don't be dissuaded. Be patient, you deviants. The sex will be hot, intense and stimulating. Though I am an amateur at this, I think it'll excite some part of you readers, either in mind, body, or both. Anyway, let us pick up this tale where we left it... The Hunt-Part II: The Hunter The sound of cheerful whistling and water cascading against stone stirred me from my blissful trance, the tingling sensation of ecstasy still ebbing away from me, yet still could stand to go a few more rounds if presented the opportunity. As I slowly rose stretching from the bed, I reached back and caressed my swollen, well-fucked hole, feeling his hot, fresh load slowly ooze from me. Gently, I used my finger to push what had escaped back inside, where it belonged. As much as I would've loved to stay in bed all day, there's no rest for the wicked like me. Had to do some put off housework while Garrett was at work, as well as hit the city to look for work. Before that, however, one thought crossed my foggy mind: breakfast. While Garrett's serenade echoed through the hallways, I threw on a tank top and shorts, excluding underwear today. The heat wave we'd been having finally lowered to a bearable degree, which was a relief for us. We've been producing plenty between the two of us already. I made my way to the realm of sustenance aka the kitchen, wanting to give Garrett a good meal before his long day of work. Though time was short before he had to leave, when you're like me, you can take a short time to make something hearty for your true love, if you possess the knowledge and 'special' skills. In an instant, I felt the energies grow within me, raising power as I focused on my immediate desire and began my work. Channeling energy through every part of my body, my eyes and hands especially, I turned my gaze to the fridge. My thoughts brought to life, the door swung gently open. A beckoning gesture of my right hand brought out all the food I needed: eggs, bacon, butter, orange juice and a small container of strawberries, with another wave bringing the loaf of bread out of its box on top. While many others of my kind struggled regularly, or work endlessly in some form at the beginning level, I was a natural prodigy in wielding the ability of telekinesis, mastering and controlling it in a short time while I was still a mere student. pyro kinesis, or fire-starting I mastered soon afterwards, followed by a cornucopia of various others. Visualizing the element of fire in my mind's eye, I manifested a small rotating circle of fire hovering above the stove, increasing its temperature to the memorized degree, which I had learned through trial and error, would completely cook everything in less time than the regular slow way. Feeling the flame's warmth caressing my skin, and seeing the sun's golden rays shining through the drawn window blinds, I decided a cross-breeze was in order. As I moved a skillet, making it hover in the ring of fire by thought, while bringing out a plate and utensils with my right hand, a wave of the left unlocked the kitchen patio doors, making them open with a muted creak. In flowed the gentle summer breeze, which gently swayed the hanging chimes, creating beautiful music, almost in time with the bird song resounding through air. The sweet floral scents of lilac, rose, bleeding hearts, other various plants and herbs filled the room, adding elemental power to the space. Refocusing, I lifted three eggs, four slices of bacon and two slices of bread from the packaging, after which I waved them back to their proper places. With accurate precision and control, I split the eggs open, separating the shells from the edible goodness inside, then whirling and mixing them to liquid form to scramble, pouring it gently into the heated skillet with the bacon alongside, gently starting to sizzle and cook in the conjured flame. For the bread, I again thought of fire, focusing the power of heat through my left palm. I held this heat to the bread hovering in front of me, which slowly began to brown. Finishing that, I used my actual hand to spread a thin layer of butter across each piece with a knife, while my mind alone poured out two glasses of juice from the pitcher, which then floated back to its place in the fridge. The delicious aroma alerted me that the food was done - in record time. Bringing the raised power down, the circle of fire began to slowly dissipate, sputter, then vanish as quickly as it appeared. Everything looked and smelled great as I used my mind to plate it, slowly lifting the used dishes to the sink. Finally with a final thought and burst of power, all the open doors of the fridge, cupboards, and drawers closed gently in unison. I looked out on the beautiful day, a single thought crossing my mind: I love being a witch. "As do I, my love," Garrett's voice echoed inwardly in my mind and heart. I smiled and turned to face my partner, my handsome Adonis, who had witnessed the end of my magick display. Tall, clean cut, thick chest, strong and loving arms, dressed sharp for work with a pressed suit and shined up shoes. His deep brown eyes sparkled at day, speaking volumes without saying a word. While not a witch, he was gifted since childhood with telepathic abilities, able to read the thoughts of others. My arcane knowledge, other psychic skills, as well as our love and sexual connection over time created a powerful psychic bond, which enabled us to speak mind to mind and feel each other's emotions, a trait that came in handy during sex. "Hope you're hungry," I spoke in thought. "In so many ways, " he responded. I didn't need any special ability to know what that meant. "But that will have to wait till tonight," speaking by mouth this time, sensing my growing lust at that last remark. "Any time, me ami," I smiled, strolling over to him, embracing him. His soft lips meet mine in a kiss that made my heart skip a few beats. Never in life had I ever had a love like his: a love that made me feel like everything was possible. While he ate, I took a warm shower and got ready for the day. Like a sitcom couple, we walked out our front door, kissed once more, saying 'I love you' before he drove off to work, waving goodbye from the wheel as he ventured off. (Yes I know. Getting cheesy with romance, but bare with me.) It didn't take long to finish the remaining housework, which I did by hand this time. While I loved using magick, it doesn't replace hard work. Not to mention that we lived in close range to normal 'humans'. While I'm not certain what would happen if discovered in this age, but if history was any indication, secrecy was the safest option. After some stretching, aerobics and meditation, I freshened up, dressed in decent clothes, deciding to get some resumes and applications in while I still had daylight. Leaving a note for Gary and food for my feline companion Bastet, I locked up and set off on foot, basking in the gentle sun. Nearing the downtown area, I cut through a neighboring park to see the bright blooms and green leaves of the trees dotting the spacious, largely unpopulated park. Beautiful and inviting as it was, it carried a long standing reputation of strange disappearances-mostly young or middle aged men, missing even to this day. Most dismiss it as propaganda, gossip and rumors to scare off the degenerates, gang bangers, and various other hooligans from the surrounding areas. In my single days, I'd had many steamy adventures in the secluded parts of it, at all different hours of the day. Hence, these rumors didn't phase me much, but I still keep a vigilant eye for any possible threat. Although a pacifist by nature, I was by no means a pushover. Feet away from the city streets, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the presence of strong emotion, followed by random flashes of images flooding my mind's eye. I dropped to my knees, trying to ground myself in the Earth below. The first vision had me running away from some dark shadowed being slowly gaining speed. The next was nothing but darkness, broken shortly after by a radiant green light. After that, I was stumbling through a dimly lit corridor of locked rooms, the sounds and signs of several men growling, grunting, swearing, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, unbridled scream of pain and forced pleasure. Overlapping visions of bodies, violence, sex, repeating over and over in whirling colors, ended by a sudden silence, save for a man's voice and four chilling words: 'I'll catch you soon, witch." Suddenly I was back in the park, the images and sounds echoing in my head. As disoriented as I was, my senses detected a nearby presence. Unknown to me, but far from human. Raising protective shields, I cast my senses out, searching for the source. As if aware that I was using my powers, the presence disappeared completely. I clutched my pentacle amulet hanging around my neck, invoking its protective qualities to boost my shields. Not wanting to linger any longer, I hurried out of the park through the downtown entrance. Until I could figure out what the hell just happened, I decided to take the bus back home after I was done. I realized a few moments later that, despite how disturbed I was by this phenomenon, I was also hot, bothered and nearly rock hard. Shrugging it off, I readjusted my cock and continued on. After about an hour or so of completing and returning work applications, I stopped by the library to print out more resumes. Upon refilling my stock of them, I started to pack up, eager to get home before Garrett got off work. Then again it came. The same presence I felt after my vision. In my search for its source among the crowd of patrons, I accidently bumped into someone. I whirled around, staring at the chest of the tall man who seemed to come out of nowhere. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you..." my voice trailing off upon seeing the man's face. Taller than me by almost a foot, short dark brown hair accented his fair yet muscular face, a 5 o'clock stubble around soft lips that spoke in a smooth, deep voice: "No harm, no foul, brother. " It was the eyes that really caught my attention. At first I thought he was wearing contacts, but was close enough to see they weren't. A bright shade of emerald green, brighter than any I'd ever seen. I then realized he would likely be uncomfortable by my prolonged gaze, but then I realized he was giving me the body scan himself, a smirk on his face. An awkward silence continued, others passing by as if we weren't there. I took a few quick glances at the rest of him while we stood there. Dressed all in black, right down to the biker boots, the clothes were obviously big name designers that accentuated his muscled chest, vein-riddled arms and thick legs. Adjusting his shirt as we stood there revealed a shiny belt buckle, a crimson red biohazard symbol, his eyes flashing as he showed it off. I smirked in my mind, thinking he likely thought I was some dumb twink looking for cheap thrills. Well, I may be partially insane, but I'm not brain damaged. I knew its symbolism, as does anyone who chooses to wear it. But enough was enough. This was a weird day that needed to end. With a nod, I said good bye, turning from him towards the door. His parting words, however, chased any fuzzy feelings from my mind, replacing them with a frigid chill that ran down my spine: " I'll catch you soon, witch." The exact same words from earlier that had been echoing in my head since then. I turned to confront him, only to find he vanished. No trace of him anywhere in the lobby. 'That's it', I thought, 'I'm getting the hell home'. I rushed out of the library into the crowded street, finding that it was much darker than it should've been. One of the towers read 9:10, which made no sense. What time did I get to the library? How had I lost that much time? I calmed my questioning intuition and set off for the bus stop I needed to get back. Mere seconds after reaching the next block, my head exploded with searing pain, which nearly floored me. Fortunately the pain quickly subsided, although it left my head intact but my with a mental cloudiness that would not recede. Then I realized what had happened: some of my mind-based gifts had been blocked. I sent a call to Garrett, but there was no reply. I tested my telepathy, again only finding silence. Now, beginning to freak out, I turned back towards the direction of the library, only to find the black clad stranger staring directly at me with those green eyes, eyes which, even from a distance, I was positive were now glowing brighter. Out of the shadows and the crowds, two hooded men flanked him on each side, facing my way. 'Run, Marcus', a faint whisper of Garrett slipped into my mind, slowly fading but firm in the message: run.... Next time on The Hunt: what do this green eyed stranger and his phantom lackeys want from Marcus? Was he a witch-hunter perhaps, bent on Marcus' destruction? Was it a sick game of cat-and-mouse for this man's own dark and twisted sexual pleasures? Or something other plot entirely, orchestrated by an even more sinister hand? Coming soon: Part III - The Hunt Begins

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