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My friend Kenny and I met a twink in a bar after work. The bug-chasing twink was in heat but his first choice was an old jackoff buddy of mine who I had pozzed soon after I caught the bug, but my buddy ended-up hooking-up with another piece of ass. Kenny and I were large husky masculine working men in our late thirties with baldspots, beards, glasses and work-worn callused hands from our jobs in a metal fabrication plant and a junkyard. Both our dicks were cut. Calvin the twink was 22, slender, a couple inches shorter than our six feet and had very little body hair. His blond hair contrasted with our brown wavy hair, his hands were soft like a woman's and his nails were neither bitten nor dirty, unlike Kenny's and mine. He had decided that he wanted to join the ranks of poz guys so he wouldn't have to worry about asking men to wear condoms or when he's catch the bug. Kenny and I were happy to oblige and have fun enjoying knocking him up. "So you want some loaded dick, don't you?" I asked with a grin after he checked us out. "I'd love to give myself to you big handsome studs!" he gushingly replied with a lustful look at our crotches. We went to the cheap hourly 'no tell' motel where we began with the Calvin orally servicing our sweaty smelly feet including licking some of the dirt from under Kenny's toenails while sucking his toes and licking his toejam from between them before licking each foot. We men shared man to man affection while the punk did his duty to our feet. Then we all stripped, and when ready, I suggested to Kenny "You go first." He accepted my offer. Kenny lubed his middle finger and shoved it up Calvin's ass. He pumped that finger in the hole, twisted his wrist, then pulled it out with blood on the tip, mostly on the nail. Calvin sucked Kenny's dick to full hardness, kissed it and then lay on his stomach on the bed spreading his skinny legs while Kenny added some grease to the spit on his dick. Kenny then mounted Calvin, lined up his shot and rammed it in as Calvin flinched and gave a little screech from the man's sudden entrance. Kenny instantly hilted himself, flexed his love muscle in the asshole and fucked him while I stood by admiring him taking the piece of hole the Calvin owed him. Kenny fucked that ass like a champ and grunted as he hilted himself and pumped off his toxic load inside the cunt. My own dick was throbbing with precum. A few more subjugatory thrusts and he pulled out. Kenny dismounted and stood by me. We men kissed and I mounted up. My dick slid right in, Kenny's cum being great lube. I fucked Calvin with gay abandon enjoying myself adding the twink to my list of conquests under the admiring eyes of my good friend Kenny. I drilled Calvin's ass good and threw my head back in victory as I pumped my virus-laden cum into him adding it to Kenny's load. As with other times I pozzed someone, my horny penis pulsed with the added pleasure of knowing I was injecting my life-changing virus into a "virgin" hole and and fucking him in other ways for years or maybe decades to cum, than just fucking his ass. I slammed it home a few times to further force my sperms into his torn rectum and yanked out. Knowing my buddy's and my virus were entering Calvin's system as surely as our dicks entered his ass gave Ken and me a thrill. We men felt powerful and like we were a winning two-man team conquering another loser who would suffer due to his own choice to get pozzed and have to take meds for the rest of his life like we did if he wanted to survive. "OK suck us clean." I told Calvin as we men stood side by side, arms around each others shoulders. He knelt and sucked our dicks clean and then kissed them as ordered. It was a great way for him to thank us for infecting him with the toxic gift that would change his life. We went into the shower where I put my penis in Calvin's mouth and urinated while he drank it. Kenny then had his turn. Calvin's stomach was full of man piss but he took it well. Our asses were sweaty although the sweat was dried by then. There was a good strong rim chair in the closet so we men took turns sitting on it while Calvin kissed and rimmed us. An hour later we men lay side by side on the bed making out with each other while Calvin sucked us off for our second loads. He was a good cocksucker and got us off in about half an hour each, sucking Kenny and then me. I liked getting blowjobs almost as much as fucking ass because some of the chasers have sores, etc. in their mouths that can allow passage of the deadly virus into their systems. After Calvin swallowed my cum he drank more of our piss and kissed our cocks and balls as he had after we fucked his ass. He gushed about our studmanship, admitting he was so queer he had cummed from getting fucked by us masculine studs. We put the rimchair away, got dressed and checked out. We men went to another bar to hoist a couple of celebratory beers while Calvin went his way. I saw Calvin a couple of weeks later. He wasnt feeling up to par and sure enough a couple more weeks after that he was suffering from the "AIDS flu" courtesy of my buddy and me. Needless to say my dick got hard knowing he was suffering from the fuckings we men had put to his nice young ass. I told Kenny and we had a beer to celebrate our latest pozzing success. Kenny and I discussed the times we had really great feeling orgasms. The times included the first good blowjobs where the cocksuckers swallowed, the first ass we fucked, the first anal cherries we popped including how powerful we felt having pure pleasure fucking them while they suffered pain from our dicks happily thrusting in their virgin holes, the first time we pozzed a neg hole and the times we broke in an anal cherry and pozzed it at the same time. We both noticed that fucking asses that were already poz didnt give us the high we felt pozzing neg asses and that pozzing an ass that had never been fucked before was the ultimate feel-good sex-thrill, giving us the best-feeling most intense orgasms when we pumped our viral-loaded sperms into the sore virgin holes while they endured pain and misery and would suffer for the rest of their lives for our ultimate sexual pleasure.

A few days earlier I turned 18, and this was the first night when I didn't have anything planned, so I did a quick Google search for porn and starting watching a few good videos online. I saw quite a variety: black on white, college dudes raw, older on younger, etc. Then an ad popped up claiming I could hook up with people in the area, so I clicked on it and read of a newly-opened bathhouse which was all of a twenty minute drive from my house. I debated with myself for a second before I gained the courage to stand up, thinking 'Fuck it', grabbed my keys and walked downstairs, only to cross paths with my Mom, who asked "Hey Jacob, where you going so late?" Of course I lied, explaining "Oh just. Nate said he needed someone to study with for his big exam tomorrow so I'm gonna go help him." "All right," Mom replied, adding "just be home before 1:00." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and sent me off. I couldn't believe I was actually gonna drive to a bathhouse and see if there was anyone there willing to fuck me. Of course I had been fucked by guys before, but mostly just guys in my high school who were around the same age as me, but now I was 18 was determined to check-out the bathhouse. Holy fuck I was excited. On the drive over I played some sex songs on my phone, and when I arrived at the place I parked, and sat for a minute in the parking lot, gathering my nerves. But after a minute or so I thought 'Well, it's now or never', and into the bathhouse I went. Walking through the door, I immediately confronted a cashier who took one look at me and said "All right. I need to see your ID, kid. There's no way you're older than 16." "Hey, I just turned 18," I retorted, handing him my driver's license. "Oh, so it seems," the cashier replied. "Okay, $20.00, please." "Wait, I didn't see on the site that there was a fee." "Well, there is, but I'll waive it just this time. Happy birthday bud," as he handed me a pouch containing condoms, lube and a key to a room and then buzzed me in. A smile crossed his face as he called-out after me, "Have fun kid." I waved at him and smiled awkwardly as I entered a dimly lit room and took a few laps in their maze. I walked by a few older men, some young ones and even a couple that had around the same build as me. Most of them looked my way, but I was fully dressed so they resumed their respective conversations. I walked until I found my room. I unlocked it and saw a nice big bed, with a locker close by and a TV on which some porn was playing. There was also a little bowl full of condoms and lube, which was nice. I undressed down to my briefs and wrapped a towel around my waist. I sat on the bed and watched some porn until I had a good bulge going. Rubbing my cock I started thinking about the night. I had a nice, average seven inch dick with neatly groomed pubic hair and what some have called a lean swimmer's build. I also looked pretty young since I am pretty young. I didn't think it was gonna be so hard to find some guys who would want to play. I knew I wanted to bottom for at least one guy, and if I felt adventurous, maybe try it with two. I also thought it might be fun to try role playing, and so I came up with a story that I thought would be hot to act out. When I leaked a little bit of precum I figured it was time to walk out. I figured since I didn't take off my briefs I didn't have to take the towel out so I through it on the bed and grabbed my keys. I walked out in the hall and started doing some laps around again. I turned a couple corners and saw at least nine guys in the hall. Most were somewhat older than my age, some out of shape, some in excellent shape. They turned my way and one even spanked my ass when I walked by them. I heard them talk about how my ass bounced off his hand when I turning the corner and how that would make for a sweet little fuck. I blushed but kept walking until I found a bench near a porn movie and took a seat. I was massaging my cock when a gentleman approached, his towel wrapped around his waist. Looking him over, my eyes were immediately drawn to his chest - his hard, furry pecs and his big arms. He was so masculine I could just melt. Then he spoke. Hunk: "Hey there bud, just starting your night?" Jacob (stammering): "Yeah I just got here a few minutes ago." Hunk (smiling): "Well hey, are you here for what I think you're here for?" Jacob: "Uh-I dunno." Hunk: "Well what are you here for?" Jacob: "I dunno, I was curious about experimenting but I was too scared to try anything with anyone at school so I came here." Hunk: "School? How old are you?" Jacob: "I just turned 18 a couple days ago." Hunk (smiling): "Really?" Jacob: "Yeah." Hunk: "And you want to experiment tonight?" Jacob: "Well, yeah." Eddie: "Well hey, I'm Eddie. Is there any way I can help you out?" He offered me his hand, which I took. He placed it on his cock, which grew out of his towel. I wrapped my hand around his girth and stared at it. He was probably around the same length as I was, but much fatter. Jacob: "Oh gosh, I don't know. I don't know what's too big and that looks too big." Eddie (laughing): "Well I think you just dropped a hint at which part of gay sex you're curious about. You want a cock in you tonight boy?" Jacob: "Oh wow, I didn't mean, I mean, I guess, that is kinda what I want." Eddie: "I see you have a room. You wanna head to it?" Jacob: "Yeah." As I rose to my feet he gave my ass a squeeze remarking "Damn that's a firm ass. You're a hot little fuck man." We walked to my dorm, but on the way another guy stopped us commenting "Hey you two look like you're about to have fun. Mind if a third tagged along?" Eddie looked to me and replied "It's this little guy's first time, I don't know if he'd be up to take two tonight." "Well, let's ask him then. What do you say little guy? Wanna take some more cock?" I looked down at his bulge, which generally looked bigger than Eddie's, even if it wasn't absolutely clear it was as thick. It was, however, clear it was longer. I shrugged. Eddie looked disappointed but the new guy was satisfied and he introduced himself as 'Colin' also asking "So what do you mean by first time?" The three of us walked together. I explained my lie to them; that I was a straight boy, but I stumbled on a gay porn a couple weeks ago and got interested in trying it out. "How do you know you wanna try bottoming?" Colin asked. My replied "I guess because I don't know if I could get it up for topping," appeared to satisfy him as he nodded, just as the three of us approached my room, which I promptly unlocked, ushering the two men into the tiny cubicle. We walked in and closed the door behind us. I could hear some grunting from the room next to us, which definitely fueled the lust inside ours. Eddie took his towel off and officially revealed his thick dick. Colin took his shirt and towel off too and I got a good look at his body for the first time. Another nice body, but not as hard as Eddie's was. They asked how I wanted to start and I just knelt down. I hovered over Eddie's cock for a second pretending I was still unsure I wanted to do this. I eventually wrapped my lips around his cock head, which caused a moan to come from him. I went down farther and pretended to choke before trying it again. I switched to Colin and did the same thing. He grabbed my head and helped me ease it on his cock; he didn't go too fast and he wasn't too rough, but he did make me go down farther. I kept switching from Colin to Eddie for a few more minutes. They moved me into a new position, where I was 69ing on top of Eddie and Colin was behind me spreading my cheeks to rim my hole. I was still pretending like this was my first time, but my moans were not fake. I loved every second that Colin was munching on my ass while Eddie and I were inhaling each other's cock. Colin asked "How does this feel?" "It's fuckin' amazing," I involuntarily exclaimed. "Mind if I try putting in a finger?" "Hell, no, yeah try it." Spitting on my hole a couple of times, Colin pressed one of his fingers inside my ass. Even with Eddie's cock in my mouth, I managed a low moan of approval, which prompted Colin's remark "Oh fuck, what a tight ass." Eddie reminded Colin "This is his first time, so take it gently." "And happily," Colin agreed as he spat a bit more onto my hole, now inserting two fingers, which naturally elicited some additional moans on my part, especially when he began cork-screwing his fingers inside my chute. "I know I know there's some pain, but we have to do this so it'll feel better," explained Colin for my benefit as he kissed my ass and bit my cheeks between his kisses, which sent tingles throughout my entire body. "Fuck, damn," Colin burst, "Damn, this is perfect. I think I'm ready to start if you are." Without fully understanding what he had in mind I replied without hesitation "Oh gosh yeah let's try it." Eddie took my dick out of his mouth while Colin re-positioned me so I was still on my knees, just up more so he could aim his dick at my ass. Eddie resumed with the 69ing as Colin inched his cock towards my hole, taking a few seconds to remark "There's no going back straight boy. Once this enters you, your world will change." I accepted his challenge replying "I still wanna try it. Just please." I heard some rustling and I looked back to see him pulling on a condom, followed by lubing my hole with some sort of gel, which was followed by his cock head. _________________________________________________________ Note from Mister23: This got longer than I expected and I'm really tired. It was supposed to be a one-shot but I'll finish it another time.

Saturday I answered an ad from a truck driver. He was at a local truck shop and was horny. He said he was a top and wanted to get sucked and maybe fuck. He said all had to be safe. I thought what the hell and answered the ad. He told me where he was and his truck had a sleeper. I went and found his truck. Opened the door and climbed in. He was maybe 30 and really well built. I started sucking him and he asked if he could fuck me. I said sure and pulled off my pants. He rubbed his raw dick around my ass and then suddenly slipped in. He said it felt so good he did not want to pot on a condom. He fucked me good for about 20 min. He said he was close and could he cum in my ass. I said sure and then almost immediately he came. He pumped three times before he was done. I left and in the drive home I could feel it leaking out.

The ad said 'Willing Bottom Required for long group session, apply now'...just reading the ad got my hole twitching, I answered straight away, and was immediately replied to with a question, 'Do you take chems..well, that sent me really squirming. If they were after a chemmed bottom, great...if not I could do that to. I replied, saying I love to party but am happy with whatever you choose. They replied with 'A double slam should start the party well'...holy fuck this sounded hot. They sent details, I quickly washed out, showered and headed over. They were about 30 minute drive away, and I got there just on dusk. As I went to knock the door opened, and there stood a guy in his 20's, naked, smooth with a rock hard cock about nine inches long, and smooth low hanging balls. He ushered me in and told me to strip, which I did and released my now hard 8" cut cock, 6" thick around the hard shaft...I followed him into a dimly lit room and as my eyes adjusted my ass twitched and I leaked some precum. There were 6 other guys in there, all naked sitting on couches, stroking their hard coks..one of them said 'Yay, the holes have arrived...' I got told to ly back in the sling, and immediately two guys got up and tied my wrists back, then tied my legs high and spread. The guy who opened the door said 'Right, everyone has to taste his hole before we wreck it good'...and there were several 'oh yeah's ' ....One by one they took turns burying their faces in my ass, tongues probing my hole...pushing right in and twirling around inside...they were all between 20 and 40, and in good shape...and not one of them was under 8" hard.The last guy had his tongue pushed deep in my hole, and the guy who opened the door for me earlier said to one of the others that it was time. Him and another guy each came up to an arm and placed a band around each arm, and swabbed clean. Two full syringes were produced, and both at the same time they got a vein, pulled back and got a beautiful red register. The leading guy said, 'You ready for a wild ride, holes being used and abused, and you kept high?' I said 'fuck yeah, bring it on' Straight away he nodded at the other guy and they pressed the plungers in and double slammed me, and with a quick movement both released the bands from my upper arms. Instantly I got a wave of chemical taste and started coughing hard. While I was coughing a guy was pushing his big thick 9" cock into my hole, and all I could focus on was the immense pleasure I was feeling, rushing and being fucked. Almost straight away my limp cock started pouring out a steady stream of cum, and one of the guys quickly had it in his mouth, taking it all. I started to really moan, Yeah, fuck my hole, use it, fill me with cum..to cheers from all the guys. The sling had a special feature where the part you rested your head on could be lowered right back, which was done and I had a cock pushed in my face, which I greedily took down my throat. After a few minutes the guy fucking my throat lifted my head, and put a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to sniff hard and deep, then again on the other nostril and hold it till he said to let go. I did as he said, and felt myself getting even sluttier, and moaning to stretch my hole, fuck me deep. They all took turns fairly quickly, about 5 minutes each in my hole then my mouth. Then I was untied and helped off the sling. One of the guys lay on his back, and they told me to face him, and get down on all fours and take his cok up. I did that, then felt another guy coming in from behind to join the cock already in me,. I was given another big hit of poppers, and then took both cocks in my hole, moaning loudly and then another guy slid his cock down my throat, fuck he was huge, and he kept pushing it down and I gagged a little, getting more cries of 'oh yeah'. they were then all told to hold still, and I felt the familiar band going on my arm, a cold wipe, short sharp sting, then the band removed and wham! Another big hit...as I was slamming, the three guys started fucking me really hard, And I'm moaning and yelling yeah fuck me, own my hole! After a bit they swapped places with the other 3 who had also just slammed. After about another 1/2 hour of fucking, they helped me up and laid me back on a fuck table. They then lined up a fuck machine with my hole, and the guy asked me how big i wanted.. I said big and long, and he said are you sure pig? I said fuck yeah, and he produced a huge dildo to go on the machine, about 11 inches long and at least as thick as a coke can, with a bigger mushroom head on it. I was laying on my back, legs tied up and back to a beam. I wasn't so sure now but it was too late, it was screwed to the machine. He told me to push my ass back on to it and saw my indecision. He held a bottle of poppers under my nose and said, here you will need these, four big hits, and hold each one. I did as I was told, and my head was swimming and he turned the machine on slowly. It pushed hard and popped through my first sphincter and I yelped, but fuck it felt so fucking great...he kept the machine steady and told me to push back on it, and I could feel the pressure against my second sphincter, and I slowly pushed through it and was in total fucking ecstasy! He turned it on again real slow, and it pushed in further. It was touching my third sphincter and had bottom out because of where I was lying. He said that would be a good start, and then started the machine. I felt it slowly slide out of my 2nd, then pop out my 1st, then straight back in. I was moaning saying fuck yeah fuck yeah, fuck me, please fuck me, and he turned it up faster, and each stroke it popped out of my hole entirely then thrust back in, sending waves of pleasure right through my body. He said must be time for a top up slam, then some hard fucking, sucking and ass eating pig. I said yes please, and he said this one is gonna be a .35 on top of what you have had... I just moaned. He put the band on me, wiped, then stopped the fuck machine with it at its deepest. He then slammed me, removed the band, and as it hit I felt the machine start again, and as I rushed it was turned up really fast, wrecking my hole and I was moaning load, next thing there was a guy sucking my limp cock while another straddled me and sat his hole on my tongue. As the machine pounded my hole I ate the guys out, one after another, then sucked each one of them, also one after another. the guy was controlling the speed of the fuck machine the whole time, full speed, then slower, then really slow, full speed again. Now it was his turn to have his cock sucked, and as he pushed his cock all the way down my throat, he turned the machine up.. the faster he turned it up the deeper and faster I sucked him. He said time for my load pig, and he turned the machine to full speed and as my hole was being pounded, I sucked his cock with the same vengeance, and I felt him thicken, harden then blow load after load of hot cum down my throat, as he slowly turned the speed of the machine down. He stopped it when it was completely out, and said fuck what a hot hole...you sure you don't want bigger now? I was flying, and feeling so good I said fuck yeah! He said ok boys, time to double fuck this pig with the machine. Untie his legs and we'll get him up on all fours backing on to it. I was soon in the new position, moaning and greedy for what was coming, my hole had been loosened considerable each time the mushroom head of that huge toy came out it was making my rosebud form. The guy said Ok guys, as you fuck him, you control the speed of the machine, and also there needs to be a hard cock in this pig's throat the whole time..whoever is in his throat can feed the piggy poppers, lets get him really flying. I felt lube being squeezed into my hole, and then the machine was probing its way back into my guts. A guy had his cock in my throat, and held poppers under my nose, said sniff up pig...I took ahuge hit, then another, and as it kicked in I felt the machine start back up into me, hard and fast, then it slowed and as it started going back in I felt huge pressure as the first guy started pushing his thick hard cock in with the machine, stretching me wide open ... To be continued

Hello one and all. For those still following this story, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. After several bouts of writer's block, editing and lack of free time, I'm finally on the verge of completing this epic. Do not lose hope.

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

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

This is the first of what I hope will be multiple postings on hot fucks I've had... and what I can remember of them. A little bit about me: I'm 30 years old, 5'6", 130 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes, light dusting of chest hair, hairy hole that I try to keep shaved and a 6 1/2" cut cock that's thicker than most. I'd met this guy David online and we'd hooked up at a bud's house. David's about 5'9", 40 years old, blond and lean and tight. He's got a great 7" cut cock that he knows how to use on a willing (or maybe just oblivious... you'll see) bottom. When we met D fucked the shit out of me on a wrestling mat while our mutual friend watched us. I later came to find out that David had a huge sports fetish, which I gladly obliged. He also like to smoke Tina and gave amazing booty bumps. On this particular occasion, I was pet-sitting a couple of dogs for a friend of mine in his huge two-story house. I was bored and horny so I jumped online and quickly made plans with D for him to come over (he has a boyfriend so D always goes out for hookups), smoke some T and watch some hot porn. While he drove over I took a quick shower and put on my jock, mesh shorts, tennis shoes and baseball cap -- just like D likes. I met him at the door and let him in, locking it behind him with the key. I was pumped and ready to get twisted. While he lingered by the door, supposedly taking off his shoes, I grabbed us both bottles of water from the kitchen. He followed me upstairs while messing with his phone -- I assumed he was turning it off. Little did I know there was more to this afternoon's play session. We got to the master bed and while D packed up a glass pipe with some huge crystals, I put in some Hot Desert Knights bareback porn and stripped to my jock and baseball cap. We shared a few strong hits from the pipe, passing the clouds back and forth while we made out and I undressed D the rest of the way. He pushed me down to my knees and I started sucking his cock, getting him hard as a rock and expanding his rubber cockring. I started really spinning -- I hadn't smoked in a couple of months and the Tina hit me really hard, but I was in pig heaven. When we moved from the floor to the bed to continue our romp, I vaguely remember hearing the dogs barking and running around downstairs, but I didn't think much of it at the time... probably a neighbor kid running through the yard. We got into a hot 69 while David tried to inflate my cock -- I love to party, but rarely get hard. Actually, I can't get hard about 95% of the time, which I don't mind since I prefer getting fucked anyway. While I continued to work his cock and balls with my tongue, David started rimming my ass HARD, fucking me with his tongue. I was squirming in ecstasy. D abruptly stopped tonguing my hole and asked if I wanted a booty bump. FUCK YEAH! "C'mere," he said, standing next to the bed, "kneel here in front of me and work my nips hard. Yeah, just like that" he moaned while he turned my baseball cap around backwards. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him messing with the bag of Tina on the bedside table, and my hole twitched in anticipation. I closed my eyes to be able to really savor the moment when the bed shifted beneath me. Soon after I felt the sting of Tina on my hole as one, then two fingers probed my ass, spreading lube around and shoving the crystal further and further up my hole. I was moaning, biting D's nips and grinding my hips to drive the fingers deeper into my hungry hole. "You ready?" I heard him ask. I moaned something in response. "Alright, I'm gonna lay down. Crawl up on me and ride my cock, bitch." David laid on his back while I rolled a condom onto his cock. I love to party, but I try to stay safe and so far so good. I lubed up the sheathed rod and tossed the lube behind me, slowly engulfing his cock with my ass. I moaned again, "Oh, fuck that's so good!!" D grabbed the poppers from the bed table and fed me a huge hit in each nostril, then another, then another as I rode faster and the bed shifted again. "Yeah? You like that?" he asked. I was so high I could only moan while he said, "Slow down, chew on my nips again," while he grabbed my ass with both his hands and spread me open wider, so I could really feel every inch of his dick in my hole. The booty bump made me spasm while D shifted below me and spread my legs wider on either side of him. "OH FUCK!" I moaned as David flexed his cock, filling it with blood and stretching my tight hole farther than I ever thought possible. "Fuck dude, you're HUGE," I moaned. He fed me another hit of poppers and started to pound me in an unsteady rhythm that picked up steam as we settled into a long, hot fuck. For some reason I thought, "Fuck there have to be two dicks in me... this is too fucking much!" My formerly shriveled dick got instantly hard at the thought of being double-fucked while chemmed up. I pulled my hard dick out of the jock and tried to grab the lube, which had disappeared. I started to turn around to grab it but David grabbed my head and another bottle from the bed table, which he used to liberally coat my rock hard rod. "Oh fuck, David. Jesus Christ," I jacked my dick harder and faster. "Dude, what are you doing to me? I'm gonna fuckin' blow my load!" "Not yet!" he said, ordering me "Suck on my nips!" as he looked over my shoulder, I thought at the DVD. "Oh yeah, baby. You ready? You wanna shoot it?" David cooed. "FUCK YEAH!" I shouted, "Yeah I'm gonna blow my fuckin' load dude! UGH!!!" I said as I shot all over D's chest, the feeling in my ass multiplied by my orgasm and what I was sure was David cumming too. "Oh fuck that's so fucking HOT MAN!" I sighed, trying to catch my breath. "Hang on, man," he said, reaching behind me and slowly taking his dick out of my ass while at the same time pulling me down to kiss him. "Ugh!" I moaned when his dick popped out. I'd never felt so empty in my life. The bed shifted again while we made out and D finally let me ease the condom off of his dick. "Did you cum?" I asked, smiling stupidly in my chemmed up state. "Nah, dude. It's cool. I can't cum when I'm laying down, but I'm good. We both started gathering our things when I saw David look toward the hallway and give a slight nod. "Hey that's great porn, huh? His ass is WIDE OPEN," David emphasized while I turned to watch the TV. That's weird, I thought I heard the stairs creak, and then the dogs started running around again and barking. David dressed quickly and couldn't get out of there fast enough. I walked him to the front door while he fiddled with the key lock. "Thanks for a great afternoon," I said, shutting the door behind him. Walking back upstairs to use the bathroom, I couldn't help but feel like there might have been someone else in the house while D and I were fucking. I sat on the toilet to wipe some of the lube off of my ass when I reached back with my fingers and realized I was dripping. I brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed. "Fuck! That's cum!" David had snuck his boyfriend in to fuck me raw that afternoon while they both double fucked me. In my chemmed up and horny state, I didn't even realize it until afterwards. It was hot as fuck and I can't wait for D's next surprise for me. I'm hard and horny again in anticipation.

My lover and I had played with this hot guy once before, but on this night, my lover sent me over to this guys house to be "trained" as a cumslut. When I arrived, we chatted for a bit while he prepared 2 big slams. Then he got me all ready to slid the slam slowly into my vein and emptied the syringe. I immediately started breathing hard, got a ringing in my ears, got all warm and was ready for cock. He told me to go into the bedroom and lay face down and wait for him while he slammed himself. In only a few minutes I felt him on top of me with his already hard cock poking against my willing hole. He tied my hands down to the bed while i begged for his cock, then put a blindfold on me and started sliding his cock in and out of my now hungry hole!!! I was in TOTAL heaven...then after a while of fucking me, he stopped and said he needed to catch his breath but that I was not to move....he climbed off of me leaving me laying there tied up blindfolded and exposed. Then a few minutes later I felt him climb back on top of me and i thought, ok i'm ready for round 2 but something felt different. Then all of a sudden someone was pushing their cock in my mouth and i thought, how is this possible. Just then he removed the blindfold and I was shocked to see I was sucking his cock and being fucked by his roommate. Apparently he had come home while i was blindfolded and I didn't hear him come in and slid his cock in my hole. His roommate is a well known porn star (cant give his name) and leaned over and told me he was going to give me his charged up load deep in my hole. i begged for it and after a while I felt him spurt his manjuice in my now swollen cunt. When he was done, he quietly exited the room and the first guy slid his cock back inside me giving me his load also. When he was done he leaned over gently kissed me and said "now go home to your lover with a poz loads in your hole". I left and took both loads home with me in my hole. That was the hottest night of my life. He told me the next time we got together he would arrange a few guys to charge me up but that I wouldn't see them because I would be blindfolded...I cant wait for that day to come!!! I met a guy from P-town that was into leather and wanted to do some bondage and submission training with me. I arrived at his house and he met me at the front door, clad in his leather gear. I was so excited, I could hardly wait. He put his hand up to my chest and pushed me back, and told me to go around to the back door and strip down naked. I obeyed him and went around to the back door, stripped down, and waited for him to come and get me. He put a collar on me, attached a leash, and led me through the house to the bed room. He put me on the bed, tied my hands and feet to the bedposts, then blindfolded me. I was rock hard and horny as hell. He spread some lube on my hole and roughly shoved his fingers in lube my hole and loosen my up. All I could think about was taking his meaty nine inch cock. The feel of his leather chaps against my legs as he mounted my ass was making me crazy. I felt the head of his massive cock press against my hole then spread my pucker. He eased his cock into my hole and as the muscles loosened, he started fucking harder and harder. His thick cockhead was hitting every part of my cunt and made me feel like a greedy whore. Then, without warning, he stopped fucking me and pulled his cock out. The feeling of emptiness was so profound, I felt like I was alone in a cave. I could hear him leave the room, then return. He climbed back on top of me and pushed his cock inside my hungry hole. I thought he had lost his hardon and needed to get aroused again to fuck me because his cock felt smaller.... then I realized what was going on. He had brought his boyfriend over to join him. His mate had almost as big a cock and just as much leather and lust. They took turns fucking my hole. All the while I was tied to the bed and blindfolded. They used my hole for over an hour before they were both spent. I assumed that they had used condoms, but I'll never know for sure. It was such an amazing experience to have had. My buddy didn't untie me until after his boyfriend had left, so I had two huge cocks, one anonymous, and maybe two loads... "He put me on the bed, tied my hands and feet to the bedposts, then blindfolded me. I was rock hard and horny as hell. He spread some lube on my hole and roughly shoved his fingers in lube my hole and loosen my up." "He had brought his boyfriend over to join him. His mate had almost as big a cock and just as much leather and lust. They took turns fucking my hole. All the while I was tied to the bed and blindfolded. They used my hole for over an hour before they were both spent."

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

I always played safe, would make sure condoms where used and I would tell the top, that I would only play safe.Till I meet a guy who, just used my hole raw, he just took it and stuck his raw cock in my hole. At first I freaked out and he stopped and put a condom on. A few weeks later, I was at his house again ready to be used raw and on amyl so I was being my true slut bottom that I wanted to be ( I grew up as a mormon). I now only fuck bareback and it fucking love it.

I got this very hot story. I did not write it. I want to know if anyone here is the author and can please add to it Please. Who knows what was different about that night at the Bathouse. Maybe there were fewer hot looking young studs around or maybe I was just getting bored with the same old plain boring sex. But I could tell something was different. I felt edgy--nervous--for some reason. Restless. I don't know how long I'd been there when I spotted this guy coming toward me. He was everything I avoided. On the tall side and skinny as hell and looked like he could've been twice my age. Almost skeletal looking with a hollow, gaunt face and dark circles under his eyes and big bony hands and feet. As he moved closer I saw that he had that searching, needy look in his dark eyes--eyes that started straight at me and didn't look away as we passed each other in the hallway. He creeped me out--sick looking fuck--but I noticed that I was fighting the urge to turn around and look back at him after we'd passed. I forced myself to keep my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me until we'd both rounded different corners. I quickly put him out of my mind when a slightly older, hunky daddy pulled me into one of the stalls, bent me over and stuck his tongue in my crack. I was starting to really grind my tight hole in daddy's face when someone pulled the curtain in our stall slightly open and I saw Sick Fuck standing there watching us. Daddy was so busy with his face in my crack he didn't even seem to notice but I was practically eye level with this fucker's towel-clad and rapidly tenting groin. I could tell this skin and bones stalker was sporting one huge fucking cock, and when he moved his towel and a thick, throbbing 8 inch mushroom headed uncut pecker bobbed in front of me, my own cock--barely semi hard all night so far--stiffened instantly and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Daddy had barely noticed Sick Fuck, still sucking on my hole, but I had to get that sick fucker's fat bone in my mouth. He stepped slightly into the stall and slid that oozing mushroom head past my lips straight to the back of my throat. I couldn't believe how I was getting off on this guy's dick but I couldn't get enough of that pecker in my mouth. I was rooting and slurping and gagging and groaning like it was the first blowjob I'd ever given and my own cock was starting to leak serious precum all over my feet. We went at it like that for a few minutes then Sick Fuck pulled his monster cock out of my mouth and took a step back so that I got another good look at him. Those huge, gaunt eyes stared straight at me that spit slick cum heavy shaft still bobbing in front of me. He nodded in the direction of the hallway, indicating that he wanted me to follow him. I was simultaneously repulsed and more turned on than I could remember being in I don't know how long. Every sane, rational thought in my head was saying No! Don't go with him! but suddenly I was pulling away from Daddy's mouth on my hole and not even bothering to pick up my towel, following Sick Fuck to his private room. He stepped in and waited for me to follow, then shut the door behind us and dropped his towel. I'd never felt so fucking freaky hot and turned on and scared shitless in all my life. I couldn't believe I was alone and naked with this pale, skinny, sickly fucker my eyes glued to that huge dick, made all the more grotesquely long and thick looking because of his skinny, emaciated frame. Part of me wanted to turn around and run the hell out of that room but I didn't move. Just stood there with my own dick pointing straight up and my eyes fixed on his drooling monster. You want it, don't you boy? he said in a soft slithery voice that sent cold chills up my spine. I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed hard, sensing he meant something besides the obvious. I could tell when you first looked at me in the hallway, he said. I knew what you wanted. I don't know how it was possible but my dick lengthened and hardened even more. He moved toward me and our cocks bumped against each other I felt his large bony hands with their papery feeling skin circle my slim waist and pull me closer, pressing our cocks together and then letting his hands roam over my firm butt cheeks. I felt his mouth bite my neck and my lick my ear. I'm going to make sure you get everything you want, he breathed in my ear. Then his mouth was on mine . .. and I was beyond shocked when I felt my mouth open and suck in his long tongue and heard myself groaning and moaning and grabbing his skinny butt and pulling him closer to me. I glanced at our reflections in the mirrored walls my tanned, muscular jock bod pressed against his pale, skinny, emaciated long limbs and suddenly I knew there was no turning back no leaving the room I knew he was right:--whatever IT was I wanted it. And I wasn't going to leave until I got it. I could literally feel my knees shaking as he pulled away and, putting both those big bony hands on my shoulders, pushed me down until I was eye level with that drooling monster prick of his I'd never seen anything quite like it. Maybe it was just the stark contrast of that long, thick, pulsing dick and his wasted looking frame. Glancing up at him I could see the outline of his ribs his thin skin stretched tight over his ample bones. He was looking down at me and his eyes looked black in the dim light. They were staring straight into mine as he started to move the fat, oozing head of his cock across my lips and chin, gradually starting to gently dick whip my face and making my own cock leap in response. Instinctively my lips parted and that huge mushroom head slipped past them into my mouth. Suck it, boy, he said in that same slithery but steely voice. Had I ever wanted anything in my mouth that much before? If so you couldn't prove it by the sudden slurping and grunting and groaning and dripping that followed. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, practically begging him to gag and choke me--which he seemed more than happy to do It had to have been the biggest cock I'd ever had in my throat--or maybe it was just that I'd never gone so fucking pig crazy over a dick in my mouth before. And when he pulled a bottle of poppers seemingly out of nowhere and stuck it under my nose and I took two long hard hits, I went goddamned out of my mind cramming as much of that cock down my throat as I could, grabbing his cheeks and grinding him into my face and making sounds I didn't even know I could make. Without taking his eyes off mine or taking his cock out of my mouth he leaned over and after sticking two fingers in his mouth, he found my hole and I felt the warm goo of his spit moisturizing my tight little pucker. I was still flying from the poppers so I groaned even louder and instinctively relaxed my ring to let those long bony fingers slide into me. There was no mistaking his intention. This sleazy bastard was planning to fuck me. The idea made me shudder--and my already hard as rock dick stick straight up between my legs. Was I seriously going to let this obviously--literally-wasted fucker put his big diseased cock inside me? What in holy hell was I doing on my knees in front of this zombie actually thinking about letting this sick fuck stick his King Kong dong up my fuckhole?? Normally I wouldn't be caught dead even giving a sleaze bag like this guy a second look much less opening up so he could stick a third finger in my cunt. He was finger fucking my hole now while he continued fucking my face with his meaty prick. I could hear this guttural sound coming from the back of his throat--it didn't sound quite human but it just made me grunt and suck and slurp and bounce up and down even harder on his fingers--now buried up to his knuckles in my hole. Sweet fucking hole, he said, sounding slightly out of breath, and trying to push a fourth finger inside me. Sweet fucking hungry hole knows what it wants, doesn't it boy? All I could do was moan harder and louder and open up wider. Show me that pretty hole, boy, he said, suddenly pulling his dick from my mouth and pulling me up on to the bed on my knees with my hole hanging off it. He made that low, guttural sound in the back of his throat again as he put those big hot hands on my cheeks and spread them apart. Then he spit so hard on my crack it felt like I'd been slapped and his tongue plunged into my crack and started to work its way inside me. driving me into an immediate pig fucker frenzy. I looked over at the mirror again and the sight of this walking dead man with his gaunt face buried in my round bubble butt was the fucking hottest thing I'd ever seen. I arched my back and ground my hole into that face and felt that tongue slide so far into me I thought he put in a finger again. Even with his mouth clamped on my hole he managed to find the bottle of poppers again and handed them to me. I took two more long hard hits and nearly thought I would black out. He obviously saw the effect it was having on me and quickly stood up and positioned a spit slick slimy monster cock between my slippery hole cheeks. We both know what you want, boy, he said, panting slightly. Your cunt knows what it wants. My dick knows what it wants. I felt the head of his cock slip just past my ring and a shudder moved through me from my head to my toes. But just as I thought he was going to push the rest of the way inside me just as I was instinctively relaxing my sphincter to try to accommodate that fat AIDS cock he slowly withdrew and reaching for what looked like a large plastic bag in a duffel bag beside the cot, he said, How much fun do you wanna have, boy? How far over the edge do you want me to take you ? Just when I thought I'd jumped off the deep end and couldn't possibly take another step over the line, this sick fucker managed to take me to another brink. I was trembling all over--again--and the knot in my stomach felt every bit as hard as my rock-rigid cock as I watched him pull what looked like an entire tool kit from that plastic bag. I'd never done any drugs except for smoking an occasional joint--and being a lost cause poppers whore. I didn't even know what I was seeing as he fished around in the bag a bit then told me to get back on my hands and knees on the bed. I knew you were a fucking cum slut waiting to happen the minute we made eye contact in the hall, he said in that stern, slithery voice that still gave me goose bumps. One look at you and I knew you were going to be mine. He was standing behind me but I could see us both in the mirror: my bubble butt jock hole up in the air and that slimy AIDS fucker taking whatever the hell he'd pulled out of that bag and starting to slip it into my boyhole. It felt hard a little grainy ... What are you doing? My voice cracked a bit as I felt his fingers pushing it further into me. Just relax, baby. It's just a little something to get us rolling here. You'll feel it any second now He must've been able to tell when I started to feel the burn. I started moving my hole around a bit on the bed and couldn't suppress a low moan as I felt the warmth starting to spread through me from my sphincter. Mmmmm yea my baby's starting to feel it already, he said, leaning over me and rubbing that slimy, precummy monster cock in my crack. When I felt that dick bumping my hole again I thought I might spurt right there on the spot. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting straight from my fuckhole to my scalp and the tips of my toes. I instinctively bucked my hips toward him, knowing I wanted that cock in me. But this guy had a plan and he wasn't going to be rushed. He rubbed his dick slowly in my crack, just barely poking the head into my sphincter and driving me goddamn fucking crazy. I was whimpering like a puppy but also couldn't take my eyes off the image of us in the mirror--this scrawny, bony, pale as paste bastard with his big bony hands on my boy butt and his thick schlong rubbing and probing my crack. None of it seemed quite real even though I was harder and hornier than I'd even been in my life. It was even more surreal when he reached again for the plastic bag and I saw him take out what looked like two small syringes and a couple of long rubber bands. His dick was still stoking the fire at my hole and I could feel my hole quivering but I was wide eyed and scared as fuck when I saw him wrap one of the rubber bands tightly around his skinny bicep. He saw me watching him in the mirror and his mouth stretched into the most evil, terrifying grin I'd ever seen. Are you ready, boy? he said Are you ready for me to take you where you've never been before? What is that? I said, feeling that knot in my stomach again and feeling simultaneously terrified and turned on as hell. It's something that's going to help you be the fucking pig whore you were born to be, he said, taking one of my arms in his hands. It's the point of no return, baby. He wrapped the other rubber band around my own muscular arm. It's what you've been waiting for--you just didn't know it. He wrapped the band and pulled it tight. You know what you want, don't you boy? He looked into my eyes in the mirror. You know what I'm going to give you, don't you? All my bugs into ur Neg cunt. Did I know? Had I known all along? Did I know the minute that I saw that sick fuck in the hallway that I was going to end up here naked in this room with his cock in my crack, about to watch him stick a needle in my arm? Did I know I was going to end up out of my mind with fucking pig lust for that AIDS cock and that I'd be begging this suck fucker to pump a hot thick toxic load of his creamy AIDS cum into my sweet boyhole? I could've saved myself. Instead, feeling my whole body tremble and my cock throb I watched him take the other needle and I watched it stick my arm and watched the liquid seep into me and then i watched the transformation. I watched the muscular, pretty young jock boy I'd been turn into a writhing, squirming, grunting, groaning wild eyed cum pig begging that for that sick AIDS monster cock to fill me up. I watched that slimy, oozy toxic fuck stick slide all the way up my boy cunt and I saw my hole back down on it and felt myself open wide to take him in and I heard myself begging: begging for more begging for everything he had to give me. Tell me what you want, his voice slithered in my ear as he started breathing harder. Tell me, baby. I want your cock, I moaned. I didn't even have words to describe how I was feeling at that point. Lust spread through me like someone was pouring lava down my throat and shooting it up my hole. What else? he murmured. What else do you want? He somehow reached behind him and managed to open the door to our room. Anybody walking by would be able to see and hear us. Tell me what you want, fucker, he demanded. I want your fucking cum! I said. You want what? he said. A couple of guys walking by saw us and stepped into the room. I want your fucking hot cum! I said. Fuck yea! one of the guys said. He was a larger, older version of the sick fuck who was ramming his cock deep in my fiery hole. Give the little whore that hot seed! Is that what you want, baby? he said. Do you want my hot toxic AIDS seed deep in your gut? Holy fucking god-damn hell yes!!! Shoot your goddamn motherfucking AIDS cum up my hole!! I heard myself yelling it out loud, not caring who heard. Not caring who saw. When he unleashed an explosion of dirty poz cum in my guts we both hollered and within minutes at least five men were standing beside the bed, their dicks pointing toward my hole, waiting for a turn at my now oozing, impregnated hole. I took them all--a fat fuck who looked old enough to be my grandfather some wasted fucker who looked like he just wandered in from a homeless shelter a couple who tag teamed me for what seemed like an hour before both unloaded in me--twice--and at least a half dozen others while my sick fuck AIDS daddy kept his cum coated schlong in my mouth and continued to whisper in my ear that his devil seed was now deep inside me . .. that he was inside me and that from that moment on I belonged to him. From them he lined up more diseased cock for me to be a cum dump to. I added some to this and edited to my tastes. I have shot at least 50 loads to this story. Please help. If you can do this to me using whatever chems u want please let me know. I live in Dallas Texas now.

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.

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 dated a guy once that had 11 inches, almost as thick as my wrist. It took several weeks of trying before I could finally take him. Those kinds of dicks are great fantasy material, but for me, at least, the reality was different. When he fucked me, it was hot, but I couldn't imagine it on a day to day basis, it was just too much. (and it took LOTS of weed and poppers!)

Here's an idea for a story I've been thinking about for a while. While it might not be original, here we go. Couple of months back I was at a Sauna in Leeds, UK. It was Bear night, and in the course of the evening I had a few hot encounters, but at one point, whilst wandering aimlessly about, I saw a group of guys standing opposite the door to a booth, so, naturally being curious, I took a look. Inside was some twink, probably about 19, wearing a jock, laying in a sling, trying to get guys to fuck him, his main focus being a cute black guy. Sadly the twink's attitude was putting everyone off, including the black guy, who walked-off looking somewhat pissed. Well, me being me, I decided I had to fuck him. I don't usually do twinks, as I tend to prefer bears and cubs, but I knew I had to have him. When I entered the booth I saw the twink's name was tattooed across the lower half of his back, but I was really mostly focused on the fact that he kid could position his legs terribly far up in the stirrups. Without a word, I started off by feeling his hole. I sensed he was uncertain as to whether or not he wanted to play with me, so I probably wasn't his type. At 31, with a few extra pounds, I wasn't all that surprised, but when I dropped my towel his expression changed. Now, I'm not all that big, as my cock is only seven and a half inches, but what I lack in length I make up for in width. In addition, and the Kamagra I had had a few hours earlier left my cock harder than usual. "So, you wanna get fucked boy?" I asked him in a low voice. "Yeah, please," he virtually squealed in reply. Fuck, this was gonna be fun! So I began by using the lube I was carrying in prepping his ass and lubing my cock, slipping in a finger or two deeply inside his hole, enjoying the sight of him squirming. I wanted to make sure he was desperate when I finally made the move to fuck him, and sure enough, after a few minutes of attention the kid's erection told me he was really horned, so I lined-up my dick with his hole and pushed into him. Damn, his ass was like silk! I don't think he realised I wasn't wearing a condom, although I saw he had several packets available, along with a lube sachet. Well, once I was in I did my party trick: I held my dick inside his ass and twitched myself. He let out a low moan and closed his eyes in pleasure. Then I started to fuck him, hard and fast, definitely not gently, no pretense of love, just raw animal passion. From the sounds he continually emitted I could tell he was enjoying himself, so I picked up the pace. His face went bright red in excitement and he began wanking himself, very quickly blowing his thick load all over his stomach and chest. I think he expected me to stop, but no, once I start I never stop until I've cum. He tried to protest but I just kept fucking hard as his face went even redder with excitement. After about 30 seconds I shot my load, blowing my cum deep into his ass. As soon as my last jet of cum had shot into his hole, I withdrew, and when he saw my cock he clearly knew I hadn't been wearing a condom, and that my load was now lodged in his body. I grabbed my towel and, as I was about to walk out the door, I turned back to him and remarked "That's how a real man fucks," and left him there. After I showered I went for another prowl, but didn't see the twink anywhere and the crowds were thinning out so he had probably left. What I hadn't told him, of course, was that I had recently been diagnosed poz, so my viral load was sure to be quite high. I wonder if he thought of getting the morning after pill or if in a couple of weeks he would feel a bit ill. Well, it was fun to see the little fuck hammered, and I truly enjoyed every minute of it. I think I could find myself developing a taste for twinks with attitude.

Doesn't really matter to me, for me it's the attitude of the top that matters. I question most masculine and feminine stereotypes as exactly that, stereotypes. For instance, I like being dominated sexually, but not hurt. Try and hurt me and I'll show you how stereotypically masculine I am lol. I know Dom women too, so do not really identify sub with feminine, though know many do. I don't typically have this conversation when getting fucked is on the table (i.e. Re the words used).

You said it. When I'm in heat, I definitely have LESS inhibitions and tend to let loose more. Those are the times when I experience something new and love it. Exploring deeper sexual desires can be so much fun. The hornier I am, the more likely I am going to try something new.

I don't know what vintage of Falcon but this is in a relatively new film. http://store.falconstudios.com/products/branded#

True that. Although we've all likely encountered, and have probably been that guy, who over or under extends the actual definition of the word we're using. I think that goes hand in hand with the point you made earlier (that many profiles/hook up ads are written at our horniest of moments). My greatest adventures have definitely been when I was in heat, not usually right after I've climaxed and have cum down.

Part of him was probably hoping to have his bluff called. I've taunted tops about being too gentle before. You tend to get a harder fuck in response.

So here's my theory on this. There are two parts. Part the First: The Internet Sucks and not in a good way So, while I appreciate sites like this which help connect virtually with like-minded individuals, it has been my observation that the Internet has absolutely killed cruising. First, porn. Everybody loves porn, right? Well yeah, that's kind of the problem. We love it too much. You're horny. What do you do? Get dressed up and head out to a bar? Maybe drop by the bath for a few hours? No. Chances are you're going to jump on the internet with some vague notion of maybe hooking up, but things get frustrationg quickly, so you pull out your cock and start looking at pictures. Or, having flipped through all the guys on BBRT, you hop on over to your favorite porn site and stroke your meat. And before you know it, you've shot a load and now you're ready to get back to work or head to bed or whatever. Back in the day, porn was expensive. You might have a few grainy, well worn VHS tapes. And you would have seen them so many times that they'd have lost their potency. And before that, if you wanted porn, you had to go to a XXX theater (where you might very likely end up hooking up with a like-minded individual). Or get off to photos in magazines or erotic stories. And it turned up in an embarrassing brown paper package that the postman handed to you with a smirk. In other words, as porn has gotten better and cheaper and easier to get into the privacy of your bedroom. But that has made it a much more viable replacement for other kinds of, you know, actual sex. So why don't the hookup sites work? Low barrier to entry. This seems wrong...more guys online means more chances to fuck, right? Except before, when you went out to a bar or a bath, you made a real investment in your cruising, in the form of getting ready, travel, possibly a cover or entry fee, drinks, time. You sank that investment into your night out with some expectation that it would pay off in the form of a hook up. Which meant that you damn well better find someone before they got close to last call or the investment would be lost. Online, the investment you make into hooking up is very, very small. There's a one-time investment in the time it takes to set up a profile. You might pay a fee, but it's not required. And you can even do other stuff (work, watch TV, talk on the phone) while you cruise. If you don't hook up, you've lost practically nothing. So nothing pushes you to pull the trigger on a hookup. The Grass is Always Greener. Cruising online practically demands that you have to juggle several potential hookups at once. It only makes sense...if you message five different guys, maybe two might respond. If you did that sequentially, cruising would almost never work. But now you've got two guys interested. So you have to make a choice. Which can be hard to do. So you message back and forth while trying to close the deal. And they're doing the same thing. Meanwhile, you still hold out hope that your perfect man will show up if you just stay online for a few minutes more. And in the meantime, you lose the bird in the hand while going after the two in the bush. Fuck. Cruising in real life starts out with very publicly visible cues. Eye contact generally starts things off. And from there, it might go to conversation, or straight to making out. But see what you've done there? You've both made a choice that you're pretty locked into. Once you start getting each others' hands in your pants, it's pretty clear where things are going and the other options go away. The Amazon Factor. I'm convinced that shopping online has conditioned us to approach sex in commercial terms. We want a guy with a particular kind of body, demeanor, dick size, age, race, sexual preference, etc. And if a potential fuck doesn't measure up, then we either defer or reject him outright. Which isn't to say that some level of selectivity didn't exist in bars (they used to call 'em meat markets for a reason). But the key difference was that a bar had a more-or-less fixed population. If your perfect man wasn't there, you either compromised or didn't get laid. Online sites, on the other hand, give the illusion of a more or less unlimited supply of men to choose from, especially now that we can "cruise" guys who are half a world away. Inevitably, the men who are actually locally available won't measure up to your fantasy man who (curse the bad luck!) lives in Bujumbura. And there's always the chance that Mr. Perfect will sign on in the next few minutes.... The problem is, between the high quallity and quantity of porn out there and the promise of easy online hookups (a promise that is never delivered), we've mostly killed off cruising in bars and elsewhere. Which sucks, because cruising in person was, IMO, a hell of a lot more effective. And fun, for that matter. Part the Second: Life is (Too) Good so lets stay home and raise a family The last twenty years have seen a hell of a lot of social change regarding homosexuality. Every year, it gets a bit easier to come out of the closet at an earlier and earlier age. Every year, fewer and fewer gay teens or adults have to struggle with discrimination from their own families when they do come out. Our institutions: schools, churches, hospitals, governments, businesses, employers, all have become much more welcoming and supportive. This is unquestionably a good thing. But it has a bad side effect. Fifty years ago, if you were a gay guy, your options were severely limited. Most ended up living deep in the closet, either in sham marriages, or in lives of more-or-less enforced chastity (many Catholic gay men, for example, ended up in the priesthood, which caused problems for both the individuals concerned and the Church as a whole). If you wanted to be "out of the closet" to any degree, you had to live in a major city, preferably New York or San Francisco. And being out of the closet meant you went to gay bars that paid the cops off to not be raided. You certainly won't open at work and probably weren't with your family. So we turned to each other. And, finding that living in the city core was affordable (since all the families were moving out to the suburbs), it was easy for us to take over a neighborhood and make it our own. And, unrestrained by conventional morality (churches would have nothing to do with us and oftentimes, neither would our families), we embraced our own sexual ethics. Those influences are all running in reverse now. We're no longer cast out. We can be gay anywhere. Hell, we've got businesses supporting us in Mississippi, of all places. Even the city centers, which used to be affordable places young men could move to and reasonably expect to find work and an affordable place to live, are increasingly out of reach for a lot of gay guys (I personally couldn't possibly live in Manhatten or SF the way things are now). So the community is a lot more diffused. And a lot more assimilated. Which means that we end up acting a lot more like our straight counterparts do. Not completely—we've still got a lot of gay cultural messages that push us to be a bit more promiscuous, and we are still men too—but a lot more than we used to be. There is a generational disconnect here. Guys my age and older may have lived through the AIDS crisis (which you would think would make us more inclined to chastity rather than less) seem to still have something of that same fairly blithe and carefree attitude towards sex that is a holdover from the '70s and early '80s. Younger guys, who grew up with same-sex marriage in the wind (if not yet a reality) seem to, in general, aspire to something more conventional, something I never thought I could have. As I said, this is a good thing. But not if you're interested in a highly sexually liberated and promiscuous gay community.

Fuck yeah buddy that was amazing fucking nothing like a knot or 3 you spoil me pervinmt got a pair of black boxer brief CKs wearing em just for you gonna get em loaded up just for you

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.

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!

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.

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!"

just seeded by 20 year old on his way to work, his profile said safe sex only .... that was cool.. after he showed up and I sucked him hard about 30 seconds worth.. he lined up and shoved in... edged him self 3 times said he didn't want to cum.. but felt that young uncut cock throbbing : ) lube for the next

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!

Part 4... I slowly woke up, finding myself lying naked on the queen size bed. I was sporting a raging hard on, and could smell cum, sweat and lube. The guy walked in the room and handed me a tall glass of iced water, which I greedily drank down. He told me to get up and follow him, which I did. He took me into a room with a hot spa in the center, and told me to get in and relax. I did so, and he left and returned with another glass of cold water for me. I relaxed in the spa and felt my sore and tired muscles getting some relief, then he came in with a towel and told me to dry off and follow him. He led me to a dining room, and told me to sit, and a plate of bacon and eggs was placed in front of me. I didn't realize how hungry I was! I wolfed it down, followed by a strong sweet coffee. He then led me to a bathroom, and told me to take a long hot relaxing shower and to have a really good wash out. I did, and felt so much better and refreshed. I stepped out of the bathroom, and was given a tall glass of Gatorade and a Viagra, and told it was my first dose of G for the day and to also take the pill. I hungrily drank it down and swallowed the pill, then was led to a room with a sling, queen-sized bed, fuck bench and large screen tv in it. I was told to lay back on the bed, and my cock was already starting to swell. I laid back, and had my wrists tied off and lifted above my head and tied back. The guy left the room, and a young hot hung smooth and tanned 18 year old guy came in, sporting a solid 9" cut thick rock hard cock. He took his place on top of me in a 69, and we happily sucked each others hard cocks, and slurped on each others balls and holes. The Viagra was really working, and my cock was rock hard and the G was making me feel real relaxed and super horny. I could sense the young guy was getting close, and we both picked up the pace. Soon we were both moaning as we sucked each other, and blew our loads down each others throats...fuck his hot creamy cum tasted really good! We kept slurping on each others cocks for a while, then he stopped. He climbed off, and untied the rope and told me to slide down the bed a bit and to have m ass at the edge of the bed. I did so, and he tied my wrists back up above my head. To be continued

Part 2... My hole was filled with the huge dildo on the machine, and a big hard cut thick cock, plus my throat was being fucked. I was high on Tina, and kept high with the poppers. The guy double fucking me with the machine was controlling the speed, and he started pushing his cock into me as the machine was sliding out...alternating the fucking I was getting. As the guy fucking my throat started moaning, the guy fucking me and using the machine sped the pace up too...and I moaned a deep guttural moan of pure lust, my moan vibrating my throat around the cock fucking my mouth and throat, pushing him over the edge. I felt his cock swell in my throat, at the same time my ass fucking intensified, and then the guy blew his load down my throat...making me gulp with lust... The machine stopped and guys changed places, my mouth now full of the cock that was just double fucking my hole with the machine... I could taste the cum from the guy who blew in my throat, plus my clear ass juice and the pre cum from the cock now in my mouth. Another hard this time thicker cock was pushed into my hole along side the machine, and this guy, instead of alternating with the machine, fucked me with the same strokes, opening and loosening my fucked cunthole even more...while I was fed poppers and throat fucked by the hot sweaty hung hunk in my throat. This continued until all the guys had double fucked my hole with the machine and blown down my throat. I was now told to have a quick break, and go and have a wash up ready for the next session of ass wrecking. I did so, and had a good wash using the amazing douche head and feeling the warm water flood my guts, build up and then flush out...seeing loads of my ass juices wash away, as well as cleaning out some brown that had built up a little...till I was completely clean and fresh ready to go. I dried off, went back to the room and was given a bottle of icy cold gatorade, and was told to drink up pig, a nice cold drink and a dose of G, that will make you even more of a pig slut. I didn't hesitate, and gulped down the refreshing cold liquid, getting sluttier knowing what was coming. I finished the drink and was told to lie on my back on the floor. I did so, and a rim seat was placed over me, and one of the guys sat on it, and my legs were pulled up and right back, his legs went over mine and pinned me back in this awesome position...my hole completely exposed and pulsating, his hole in reach of my tongue. I was told to lie still, and I felt the familiar band and cold wipe, followed by a slight prick. I was told that when I was slammed to ride it and relax, and eat out the fresh clean hole in front of me. I said fuck yeah, and the plunger was depressed and the strap removed and WHAM, I was flying...and i rode it and focused on the beautiful clean hairless hole in front of me. I slowly pushed my tongue into that hot pink hole, pushing deeper and deeper, hearing the guy moan, and then I felt a tongue in my hole, and I moaned and twirled my tongue around in the guys hole, just the tip of my tongue twirling around inside his hole. Next thing I felt the tongue removed from my hole, and I felt the wetness of a lot of lube being rubbed on my hole. I was told to stop rimming for a sec, and take six big hits of poppers. I did as I was told, and then laid my head back and got my tongue back inside the guys sweet hole...and I felt a fist starting to wriggle around and press against my mancunt. This made me moan which really got the guy going who I was rimming, as with my tongue so deep inside him the moans caused a vibration of signals of pure bliss and pleasure to ripple up and through him, causing him to moan out a ooooh fuuuucccck...... The guy working my hole open was an expert, and he was already in past his wrist... and when he was in, he would clench his fist and slowly pull out, stretching my hole right open, and he would hold it there for a second or two, then unclench and push back in...I could feel him moving ever so slightly deeper with each thrust...I could feel his fingers slowly probing my already loosened second sphincter.. sending me wild with waves if pleasure and lust going through me, causing me to moan even more. There was a hesitation, and the guy I was rimming and deep tongue penetrating exchanged places with another...and then the pleasure continued. Every now and again a hot wet mouth made its way over my cock, causing more ripples of pleasure and cum to just continuously leak out. Then I felt the guy fisting me pause while he was right out, and start again, and I began to feel a slight scraping and a burning sensation...I was getting a booty bump! I could feel an anal orgasm building up inside, and yelled out fuck me, open my mancunt, fuck yeah, fuck my hungry hole...own my hole...I felt another guy down beside the one fisting me, and he was inserting fingers in with the other guys fist, and I felt pressure and then uncontrollably I pushed out, and pushed my hole wide open and over his fist, swallowing two fists up inside me, moaning and moaning in pure orgasm and lust, and eating out the hole in front of me with such frenzy that it pushed out, smothering me in it's soft fleshy rosebud and clear ass juices... To be continued

Was extremely horned up yesterday. The gym only made it worse. My dick was raging in my NP jock. There was this furry fucker who was barely dressed on the tread. His cock was bouncing as he ran which caused my hole to twitch. I was changing later and saw he was in the locker room. I walked up and asked if he had a good run and he motioned to my cock and said he thinks I did. We started some small talk and he reached over and pulled me close and asked if I wanted to follow him home. When I said yes, he forced his tongue in my mouth and slid a hand down my shorts and two fingers in my chute. When we got to his place, he stopped me right inside the front door, pulled my shorts down, spat on my hole, then his cock and started to force his head in. I bent over and forced myself back on him. He started jackhammering my ass and came seconds later. He stayed in me and said "now you can come in." He pulled out and took off the rest of his clothes. I followed suit. He showed me around while his finger working his load in deeper the entire time. We sat on the sofa and a few minutes later I was sitting on his lap with a dick up me. We fucked all afternoon. 4 loads and I was a happy man. When I was getting ready to leave he asked if I had to go and asked if I wanted to play a tad longer. My shorts came back off and while bent over the sofa, he grabbed his laptop and rested it on my back. Cock lodged in me, he started searching for more guys. Asked if I really wanted to be loaded up. Of course I did. An hour later, 6 more guys where there. 4 hours later I had been fucked and loaded by a total of 8 guys and my hole was puffed out and dripping 17 loads, not counting the 4 from earlier, and my beard was matted w cum from cleaning off all the rods. When I was leaving my new furry gym buddy kissed me goodbye and slid a huge plug in me so I didn't leak on the way home. I just woke up and the plug is still buried. My beard is crunchy and smells like a sex club. I'm giving the plug more time to let those loads soak in. Fuck, typing this out, smelling the sex on me has caused me to get rock hard and would love another round or ten.

my best tag experiences have happened in ABS theaters. i get into the dark, kind of tentative environment. What usually happens is one guy will decide to to top me, not shy at all, he goes for it. The guy starting things is usually an exhibitionist, so he gets into performing and I get into being his prop. Not always, but often others in the theater will gather around and often will end up adding their load after the first guy is done. I leave my ass up in the air after the first guy is done so it's a clear invitation to gang breed my hole.

I was so fucking horny yesterday, during lunch went to a video booth near Times Square and was blessed enough to get two big dicks to suck on and swallow. First guy was a good looking mid 40's black guy. Nice sized cut dick all the way around, about 7.5-8", big longer type of balls, nice pubes. When it came through the slot, I was very happy and grateful. It was tasty, sucked it up and down, suck on his balls, I was all over his dick the best I could until I heard the sound, I'm gonna cum, and sprayed a tasty nut down my throat. He could definitely tell I was hungry and thanked me as he left. Waiting a couple minutes, shorter, stocky Italian guy in a blue worker outfit comes in. Did the eye contact, went into the booth. He puts on straight porn, drops trou and pushes through a nice fucking FAT 6.5-7" cut cock and BIG fucking hairy balls and his fucking cock smelled like a man's dick. I attacked that fucking dick like a man starved for oxygen. The more I sucked it, the fatter it got and between the straight porn playing, his intense moaning, mixed with bucking his hips, it was intense. Finally he pulled his dick out of my mouth, put his head down and tell me he can't take much more and is about to cum and if I wanted it. Hell fucking yeah I want your cum I told him. I thought the man before him came a big load, when he finally came, he fucking filled my mouth and covered my tongue in nice sweet tasting cum. And he fucking came and came and came. After I was truly grateful, felt so satisfied and was able to face the rest of the day, meetings and all, happy and focused.

thank you! i'll see if more people like it, it's my first time doing something like this

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

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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

Ivan started to finger my mancunt, shifting his fingers inside while the three of us continued kissing. I looked at him intensely, thankful of his attention. I FUCKING LOVE KISSING a masculine man while he shoves his fingers up my sloppy hole! Roberto leaned in closer and darted his tongue between Ivan and me, squeezing my left nipple at the same time. YEAH! He twisted it gently, then rough, then back to a barely-a-pinch sensation. I was moaning in appreciation. Ivan violently jabbed at my hole, rubbing my prostate. His rough, thick fingers moved quickly inside me, side to side, flicking my nut as if it were a light switch. "AWWWW FUCKKKKK!!!" My ass vibrated from the intensity as my thighs and knees shook. I was having a raging anal orgasm from all of Ivan’s rough mancunt play. I pulled away from both of their faces, my head cocked back, moaning. I was shaking uncontrollably. It would last a few seconds, then stop, then start again, like I was having convulsions. Ivan wouldn't cease and kept fingering me intensified and prolonged my anal orgasms. "Wow," Ivan said, as he looked at my limp Tina dick which was leaking cum. Roberto stopped squeezing my nipple and massaged my soft cock, rubbing my cum on my shaft. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm and fingers. "Você tem um gosto tão bom," Roberto said softly, almost whispering. I didn't know WTF he was saying but it sounded beautiful. I leaned in and kissed him gently, sucking on his tongue, tasting my own cum that was now mixed with theirs from earlier. Ivan continued to rough-handle my mancunt. The intensity of the sensation inside my sloppy hole and kissing overwhelmed me. All that probing was too much. I was still shaking. I pulled away from both of them, collapsing in a sitting position on the back of my calves and ankles. I grabbed Ivan's hand in between my legs and pulled it away abruptly. "Stop for a minute," I pleaded, trying to catch my breath. "All that movement in my hole is making me need to take a piss!" Ivan looked at me and grinned. "Yeah me too," he added. He leaned back as did Roberto who re-arranged the pillows behind his back. I caught my breath for another minute then I slowly got off the bed. I stood up and stretched, raising my arms to the dark shadows resting just under the ceiling, stretching my back, my legs, my hole. I took another breath, slower this time, as my heart beat rapidly. Flying. I grabbed a drink and swallowed it quickly then offered it to Ivan who took a big gulp. We exchanged more of the drink as I could hear my heart beat, almost in rhythm to the bass still surrounding us. Boom…boom…boom. Roberto placed the camcorder beside him, leaned over and grabbed another drink and swallowed. He found the remote control and pressed some buttons as the flatscreen came alive, the image of my sling in the dark corner disappearing in a flash, now replaced with a stranger's thick, muscular legs spread wide across the TV horizontal frame as a massive toy fucked the guy's huge hole. Roberto leaned over again and found the glass pipe and started refilling it with new shards of crystal. "I'll be right back," I announced as Ivan followed me as we walked into the bathroom. Roberto jerked on his long snake mesmerized by the action on the flatscreen, oblivious to us. I walked into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. Ivan followed and stepped next to me on my right. I aimed my limp dick that I was massaging over the bowl but could barely get any piss out of me. WHOA! I sure was flying! I knew I needed a piss, but my bladder was tight from all the parTying and wouldn’t cooperate. Ivan leaned over and started fingering me, not so rough now, just fucking his big finger in and out of my still-HUNGRY mancunt. That fucking felt great as a trickle of piss started to flow and hit the surface of the toilet water, causing ripples. The water was clear for a moment, then a stain of dark yellow piss saturated the liquid, quickly creating a thin golden patina layer that covered the surface of the water. Whenever I parTy the Tina goes through my system quickly and comes out in my piss. Some guys process it slower. It is the opposite effect on me. “Oh man,” I moaned, leaning into Ivan, “I really needed to go!” Ivan and I could smell the stench of my piss; it was a strong and metallic scent, lifting over the toilet bowl up our nostrils like an invisible, dangerous gas. I took a deep breath and savored the nasty aroma. Ivan continued to finger me, gazed at my slow trickle of chempiss, then at my eyes, grinning, a corner of his mouth lifting up a bit, like a wild animal looking at its prey. “That feels so fuckin’ good,” I whispered. The sound of my piss hitting the water made Ivan’s cock start to leak as a stream flowed from his thick massive tool, now a bit flaccid, but still impressive in its size. I stared at his stream, dark just like mine. So Ivan processed his Tina just as quickly as I did. The dark urine flowed heavily and made a thunderous sound as it hit the surface of the water, now getting darker and darker. The sound echoed in the toilet bowl like another layer of the deep bass behind us, seeping in from the other room. I grabbed his thick Russian tool, squeezed it hard to block the urine flow. He smirked harder at me, a menacing gaze on his face. But he was not displeased with me; he was enjoying my tight hold on his cock. I squeezed harder, the flow now completely blocked up. He fingered me rougher in return. “Oh yeah, please don’t stop.” We both groaned at the same time, our faces inching closer and closer, until Ivan opened his mouth and bit mine, hard on my lower lip, but not too hard to draw blood, just enough pressure to cause a momentary uncomfortable, yet welcome sensation. He let go quickly and licked his moist, rough, thick tongue over where he bit me, slid it back and forth, coating it with a glob of his thick saliva, like a healing brush applying medication. Then bit me hard again. I moaned some more, my eyes wide open – FLYING – staring at him intently, almost angry at his violent style of love-making, but silently thanking him for being just-the-right-amount of rough that he could sense how much I could tolerate at exactly the right time. Our tongues met and darted back and forth in rapid succession, saliva dripping out of my mouth, uncontrollably. Thick streams of my saliva dragged from the left corner on my mouth and slowly descended onto the toilet bowl, the string of spit, thinning and thinning as it dripped, until it was barely a hair-strand, connecting our mouths to the chempiss surface patina on the toilet water. I pulled away from Ivan, stared at the surface of the water, getting darker and darker as our chempiss mixed together. Ivan looked at me. He was clearly flying with me. I squeezed his massive tool again, shook my head back and forth, enjoying how his heavy cock felt against my small hand, loving the fact that I was with this incredible specimen of a MAN. “FUCK YEAH!!!” I exclaimed, like an actor from a bad porno. I grabbed his tool and pulled as I stepped to the side and over to the bathtub. His cock started to get a little harder as he followed me. I held tight to his cock, squeezing harder, firm and strong, to hold whatever urine was building inside for release. He looked at me with that mean gaze that only read as rough endearment, painted all over his face with sweat. I slowly descended onto the bathtub surface, kneeling carefully inside the edge, still holding tight on his massive cock. I looked up at him, hungry, flying, thirsty. “Yeah,” I moaned, “let if flow.” I released my firm hold and softly caressed his cock with my hand, just barely gliding it around the shaft. I leaned closer and opened my mouth and teased his urethra with the tip of my tongue. A dark bead of chempiss leaked out. It was barely a trickle. It was bitter, almost distasteful, but in a sick, pleasant way. My tongue flicked up and down at the edge of his cock head, my saliva coating it so it glistened. Another dark bead of chempiss came out and I caught it with my tongue, the metallic bitterness again overpowering me. I opened my mouth more and swallowed his cock head, my tongue now circling around the perimeter of the huge head, coaching it for more. Another drop escaped. I swallowed it greedily. My tongue continued in a slow, circular motion as I now started to add suction to his cock head, massaging it just so he could relax and let go. A slow stream started to drain from his urethra into my mouth. And then the stream continued in a heavier volume, like the bass filling the bathroom. I swirled the chempiss inside my mouth, letting it build until my cheeks ballooned. Ivan looked down at me as I intensely stared at his demonic eyes, silently begging for more. “YOU SUCH FUCKIN’ NASTY MANCUNT!” He yelled at me, now grabbing the back of my neck with both hands. “OH FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” He continued to scream. The chempiss was now flowing loose as I savored the rank taste. It was too much to hold in so I started to swallow as some of that magical liquid leaked out of the corners of my mouth. I gulped and swallowed hard, trying to catch it all, hating the taste but loving its poison at the same time. He was pissing so hard now-the pressure from my earlier teasing released-that it was too much to contain. Streams of dark, nasty piss streaked out of the corners of my mouth. Ivan let go of his tight hold on the back of my neck and with both hands tried to capture his chempiss leaking out. His hands were wet, coated with the nasty chempiss liquid. He quickly started rubbing my face, washing my sweat that had been building, painting my skin with his crystal-piss cocktail. My face tingled, not from the Tina-laced urine, but from excitement. He rubbed my buzzed hair, coating it with more of his dirty piss, like he was bathing me. I swallowed as much of of his flow as I could take. “YOU NASTY, NASTY MANCUNTTTT!!!” He yelled again, his accent echoing against the sweating tiles of the small bathroom. “Oh fuck!” Roberto exclaimed, entering the bathroom, staring at the action, walking in on us, wondering what all the commotion was. He held the glass pipe with one hand, a torch on the other hand. He stepped forward and stood beside Ivan. I looked up at him with a new greed in my eyes. He stared back at me, silently understanding. Roberto placed the pipe carefully on his lips and lit it up with the torch. Ivan looked over at him as he pulled on my slick, chempiss soaked hair. Roberto cooked the crystal until the shards had melted and then carefully heated the bowl from a distance until the smoke formed. Then he took a deep breath, leaned over to Ivan and shotgunned it to him. Ivan swallowed it with force, kept that smoke in his lungs for almost a minute, then released, the clouds mixing with the condensation on the tiles of the ceiling. I could have sworn I heard beads of the humidity dropping to the tile floor in rhythm to the bass that seemed to get louder around us. FLYING. Ivan nodded back to Roberto in appreciation, then grabbed the pipe and torch from him. Ivan repeated the process, cooking the Tina slowly and then when the smoke had formed, breathed deep and hard. Roberto leaned in, kissed him gently as I continued to milk Ivan’s massive tool, now almost completely drained. Trickles of his chempiss fell around me, miniature splashes erupting at my knees on the base of the tub. Roberto took a deep breath, pulling that poisonous smoke out of Ivan and holding it in himself as he pulled away from Ivan’s lips. Roberto stared down at me, his right hand now aiming that snake, still long and semi-hard. He let go of the smoke and at the same time, released his piss, which quickly showered my face. I pulled away from Ivan’s tool which fell out of my mouth like a massive weight, dangling near my face, and repositioned myself slightly to my left to catch Roberto’s stream. I cocked my head back, my mouth a gape, getting as much of that Brazilian chempiss as I could. It was a heavy stream and I let it build inside my mouth, my neck still cocked back at an angle, so that the piss built a pool in my mouth, like the toilet beside us, a cocktail of toxic swimming fluids. It was also too much liquid to contain as Roberto kept going and going; his flow was more powerful than Ivan’s. He pointed his snake on my face, then my chest. I felt a heavier, warmer stream on my right. Ivan was still continuing to piss on me, aiming at my right nipple. Both hot men stared at me, kneeling on the tub, soaking in their cocktail of tainted urine, closing my eyes, shaking my head like a wet dog, chempiss splattering all around us. I opened my eyes, head held back, mouth wide open as both men got the hint and aimed their dicks at my face. Ivan's stream hit me on my right eye, stinging me for a moment before he adjusted his aim lower into my mouth. Roberto was already ahead of him, filling my mouth. Their combined chempiss collected inside my mouth until I started to swallow. The flavor was different now. Bitter and sweet, like their personalities. I gulped as much as I could but was unable to keep it all in. The chempiss cocktail leaked out of the corners of my mouth, cascading down my chin, neck, smooth chest and onto my groin. I rubbed my left hand all over my soaked pubic hair and then moistened my asslips with their chempiss glistening on my fingertips. And then after some time (I wasn’t quite sure how long...two minutes…five…or was it ten?), the stream from both men slowly stopped to barely a trickle. I swallowed as much as I could, while fingering my manhole. More minutes passed as I sucked slowly on each cock in front of me, now gradually getting hard again. I could feel this inner buzz slowly building inside me, my heart beating faster and faster, like the bass that had been creeping in from the bedroom, following us like a shadow. Ivan lit up the glass cock again and sucked on it hard after a moment. Roberto helped me up from the tub, holding onto my arms so I would not slip. I stepped over the edge and stood straight, their piss coating my body, dripping around me, soaking the small rug under our feet, drawing soaked footstep silhouettes on the terry cloth material. I then leaned into Roberto’s chest, resting my head for a minute as I was SPINNING. Roberto inserted a long finger inside my hole which seemed looser, more open, sloppy, hungry. Ivan leaned into me and kissed me, his fat, rough tongue invading my mouth. I opened my eyes, a little dizzy, then kissed him back until he motioned silently to stop as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke into my mouth. I sucked on that nasty air greedily and held it in as long as I could, then pulled away from Ivan, then kissed Roberto who took it in. He held it in and after a few moments, released the smoke as his finger gently massaged my manpussy. "Abrigado," I whispered, like a good student. “Let’s get that mancunt bigger and BIGGER!” Ivan announced. He pulled on my right arm carefully, supporting me, as both men helped me into the bedroom. Behind us, we left a metallic air of sex in the bathroom, a nasty stench hanging over the room. “Go over there,” Ivan commanded pointing to the sling. I looked at Roberto who silently demanded the same. The odor from the bathroom now followed us, clinging on both men, emanating from me, filling the room. The chempiss aroma reeked with our sweat and our selfish desires, coating the still, warm air in the dark bedroom, like an unseen mist. The bass ran around our feet, building and building. Boom…boom…boom. On the flatscreen, some top was fisting two hungry bottoms who were kneeling on their fours, their muscular asses coated with Crisco as the top fisted them in rhythm. I carefully climbed into the sling as Ivan helped me. I tried to hook my leg on the straps but was unsuccessful, flying as the chempiss and shotgun hits were rapidly building inside of me. I looked at both of them appreciatively as they each grabbed one of my legs and feet, assisting me, getting them into the straps. My sling has extra chains running parallel to my body on the left and right, near the top of the metal frame. The leg straps were chained a little further back than usual on these side chains so the result was my legs in the straps were now pulled wider and further back, my ass spread obscenely open. "Look at that manpussy!" Roberto exclaimed. I could feel my hole pulsing from hunger. I was sweating as if the room was boiling. Ivan walked over to the bed, found the poppers and handed It to me. He then walked over to the side table and fidgeted with the contact lens container that had my ground dust of Tina. He licked his finger and dipped it in the crystal dust as he motioned for Roberto to come over who followed Ivan's directions, stood beside him and repeated what he was doing. Both men were now HARD again and their cockheads had a generous coating of the Tina dust. They walked back over to me on the sling in between my legs. "You first," Ivan directed. Roberto nodded and positioned himself before my spread legs and my waiting ass. The chempiss cocktail from earlier had been building quickly so I was already flying. But these men were now planning to take that further. Roberto fingered my moist hole. It was soft, open and inviting. He stared at my eyes, then at my hungry manpussy. And then he carefully positioned his dick at the entrance and pushed in quick and DEEP. Once inside, he kept the snake still and unmoving, deep in my tunnel. "How you feeling?" He nodded, checking in on me. "I'm good," I replied, smiling. We stayed like that for a minute or more as the bass mixed with the sound of the chains rattling. "Oh yeah." I moaned as I sensed that inner heat from the booty bump administered by his snake creeping in suddenly. The fire was spreading. "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned. Ivan pulled on Roberto. "My turn," he announced. Roberto leaned back and slowly pulled out of my hole. It felt disappointingly empty. But only for a moment. Ivan positioned his big body in between my legs, pointed that massive tool and violently thrust his cock in one violent motion deep into my mancunt. The chains shrieked over the deep bass as my body suddenly swung backwards from the force of his entry. And then Ivan pulled back slowly now, almost all the way out but not quite. And then he stayed still, his cock head pulsing inside me. WHOA!!! Whatever burn I was feeling earlier with Roberto was now doubling in intensity! The building heat of the combined booty bumps from both men was having a rapid effect in my hole. The heat was intense, almost painful and searing like a fast-moving wildfire spreading from deep in my hole (that was Roberto) to the mouth of my mancunt (from Ivan). My breathing was more rapid. The inferno inside me needed to be extinguished. I slowly started rocking back and forth, the chains rattling louder and louder, as I fucked myself on Ivan's huge monster. And although his cock is quite thick, my hole was in such heat, that it was loose and OPEN. It was HUNGRY. I took a hit of the poppers. FUCK! BANG! BOOM!!! Now my hole was alive, consuming the Russian cock! I kept violently fucking myself on his dick while he just stood there, holding the base of his shaft as I fucked myself on it. The chains continued to rattle in protest. I fucked that massive tool for several minutes, adjusting my speed, my thrusts, as Ivan stood there, both hands grasping the vertical bars of the sling frame for support and allowing me to just use his tool to impale myself. "FUCKKK!!!" Ivan moaned, "Your mancunt so open and loose now. This feel better than REAL PUSSY!" From outside the window I could hear a faint siren wailing in the distance. It was blocks away but getting louder and louder as it approached, block by block. I closed my eyes, allowing the darkness to take me, concentrating on the sound of the increasingly louder sirens mixed with the deep bass and rattling chains in the room. I tossed my head slowly side to side as my inner inferno smoldered deep inside my tunnel, spreading rapidly from between my legs, up my abdomen, my chest, my heart, my veins. My heart was beating faster and faster as the high-pitch squeal of the sirens got closer and closer.

"Fuck guys," I pushed both Roberto and Ivan away from me, ending our three-way kiss. "We need to take a break.” Ivan rolled over me to my right and lay back, laughing and rubbing his hairy belly. Roberto pulled away and caught his breath. I sat up a bit and repositioned some of the pillows against the wall at the end of the bed and sat up straight. I pulled my legs up, knees to my chest. My legs were spread open as Ivan looked at my mancunt and winked, smirking at me. Roberto handed us some Gatorade and we all took big gulps, our breathing still rapid, excitement still floating above us like an invisible cloud. Both men were still HARD. Roberto sat down at the edge of the bed and with his free hand---started to finger me. I moaned. So much for the break. But I wasn't complaining. Flying. "What is all this?" Roberto pointed with his other hand, drink clutched tightly, referring to the rimseat and HD camcorder. "Turn on the camera," I motioned, taking another gulp of my drink. Ivan sat up a bit, checking things out. Roberto leaned over to the HD cam resting on a tripod. He took a few seconds to figure out the control features and pressed a button. Beep. "Wow," Ivan proclaimed in surprise. Opposite of us on the flatscreen, the FF DVD imagery that was playing earlier abruptly changed, the visual of an amazing ass in close-up with a fist pistoning in and out rapidly, disappearing in a flash. The monitor came alive, a sudden brightness flaring in the dark bedroom. We were now all on the screen, digital representations at a heightened saturation. "Oh shit," Roberto whispered, impressed. He fudged with the cam, playing with it as we watched the visual, live on the screen, a slight pan towards the bed, a slight zoom towards my hole as Roberto's finger from his other hand darted in and out of my mancunt. "Wow," Ivan exclaimed again, repositioning himself for better access. He put his drink aside on the end table and Roberto did likewise. Beep. "It is recording now," Roberto announced, zooming in just a little more, my manpussy on the flatscreen at an unbelievable dimension. The assjuice on my asslips glistened like tiny digital sparks. Ivan's thick, rough fingers appeared on the screen and with both hands grabbed my mancunt lips and spread it apart. His fingers looked HUGE on the screen. Roberto's finger was still fucking me. Both men stared at the screen in awe, in lust, in anticipation. On the screen my hungry hole expanded to an unbelievable pornographic proportion. Ivan pulled on my mancunt lips, pulling it further apart. Roberto continued to finger-fuck it. Pull and fuck. Pull and fuck. They both looked at my hole, then at each other, nodding in pride. FUCK!!! "Let's do a little more Tina," I announced. They both turned and smiled at me. The hunger consumed me and it needed to be fed. "YEAHHHH..." Roberto sighed. He pulled away from my manpussy, got off the bed and took control of the favors. He refilled the glass cock adding more shards than what we had ingested before, looking at me with a mischievous grin. Ivan sat up straighter but still managed to finger me with his thick index digit from one hand. "Wait. Let me do one thing," Roberto announced, still holding the pipe. He toyed with the HD cam with his free hand as the camera zoomed out, away from my hole so that we saw a wider angle of ourselves on the flatscreen. We all looked dazed, hungry in our own selfish appetites, in that early state where the parTy is just REALLY getting started. Roberto grabbed the torch as Ivan and I watched his motions on the screen as if he wasn't beside us. Shit, he could have been parTying with two other strangers, in another room, another apartment…in fuckin’ Manhattan. Ivan and I were too lost, flying in some other space, mesmerized by the digital exhibit on the screen. Roberto lit up and carefully heated the bowl, twisting and turning gently, cooking those shards as it melted slowly, into a magical, transparent liquid. A huge cloud formed slowly in the glass bubble. He took a long, deep breath and inhaled. He then leaned into me as I leaned into him as we shotgunned that magical smoke. I stared at us with one eye on the screen, the other eye intensely on Roberto. I kissed him greedily, my mouth all sloppy and wet, saliva dripping out of our mouths. He gave it back in equal return. Ivan meanwhile fingered me again. Roberto suddenly pulled away and I instinctively grabbed Ivan, drawing his mouth to mine. I exhaled big clouds to Ivan who took deep breaths and held it in. The big rough tongue then jabbed inside my mouth. I kissed him back in return, swallowing that fat tongue like another appendage of this Russian man. I started chewing at the heavy tip of his tongue with my teeth, applying just a little pressure, then more. He moaned then pulled away from me abruptly. We all stared at the flatscreen mesmerized as Ivan exhaled, huge clouds rising above us, fading into the dark shadows under the ceiling. FLYING. Boom. Boom. BOOM!!! The deep, dark electronic beats provided a soundtrack to the live HD footage reflecting on us. Roberto leaned into Ivan and handed him the glass pipe. Roberto struck the torch again and cooked the crystal for Ivan who repeated the earlier steps, letting the smoke accumulate, bigger clouds than just earlier forming inside that bubble. Then he took a really big breath intake and handed the pipe back to Roberto. Ivan leaned forward and kissed me, that rough tongue scratching on mine. We did that for nearly a minute (which seemed to last forever) while he still fingered me with his other hand. With one eye again, I looked at the screen, and with my other eye on Ivan. I couldn't believe this was real, this was happening. Despite all the Tina, I was getting HARD again with excitement. The entire scenario, the environment, these two HOT MEN just turning me ON on a deep level. They were both equal and completely different in how they provided their complete attention to my manhole. I loved the contrast of it. And then Ivan's tongue stopped; I received his silent signal as he exhaled a huge cloud into my mouth, my throat, my lungs. I inhaled deep and slow and closed my eyes, savoring the effect, spreading my legs further. Ivan pulled away, replaced quickly by Roberto and his soft tongue, gliding over mine, wet with saliva and anticipation. My tongue stopped moving as he recognized the moment. I exhaled and he pulled my smoke into himself. He then kissed me again gently and pulled away as my mouth was left open, my tongue licking my lips. Roberto looked at the screen. Ivan continued to finger me. We all stared at our digital mirror as Roberto released the clouds, one bigger than the next. We repeated this process for several more minutes, laughing as we got higher and h i g h e r , until the bowl's ingredients was spent. Roberto placed the pipe carefully aside. "Roberto," I had an idea, "can you grab the rimseat?" He turned around and picked it up from the floor. I stood up carefully on the bed, pulling out of Ivan's rummaging fingers inside me. Ivan adjusted himself, helping my balance. I grabbed the rimseat from Roberto and placed it on the bed in front of me. Ivan and Roberto pulled away as I adjusted the leg heights to it’s lowest setting. Then I carefully sat down, centering my ass over the seat, bracing myself on Ivan's big upper body. Roberto looked at the screen and smiled in understanding and approval. He then adjusted a lamp on the bedside table, aiming it at my ass which now glowed on the screen. He pulled on the camera, released it from the tripod and held it. The picture on the screen suddenly got jumpy until Roberto repositioned himself, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, elbows on the mattress, getting some stability, aiming the camera on my ass. On the screen my manpussy was glowing in a blur as the image zoomed in slightly until the center of the frame came into focus, a tiny bead of assjuice on the tip of my pussylips, sparkling. "Can you grab that?" I motioned to Ivan now, pointing to some toys at the foot of the bed. Ivan picked up a dildo. "No-not that," I pointed again until he figured out what I wanted. "Yes-that one." I thanked him. I grabbed a towel near us and wiped whatever little lube or ass juice I had near my manhole. I then positioned the ass pump under my hole, reached over for the lube on the side table near me, grabbed just a small amount and applied the slippery liquid to the long, clear acrylic phallic probe at the center of the pump. The probe extended about six inches and had a circumference of a small dildo. I then slowly pushed the probe into my ass. It slid in easily as I was so h u n g r y. I swallowed that probe as the pump walls enveloped my hole. I handed Ivan the hand-crank of the pump. "Roberto could you please..." I motioned to the poppers on the side table. Roberto generously fed it to me. I took deep, repeated breaths and then closed the cap on the container and held it with one hand. I exhaled rapidly. "Ok, Ivan pump S L O W L Y ," I instructed. He did as I asked as my asslips extended gradually, filling the transparent cylinder's oval walls as the vacuum pressure built up inside the acrylic pump. Roberto zoomed in just a little more. From the flatscreen we could clearly see my manhole expanding. The stretch felt great, a slight subtle sting from the pressurized pull of the vacuum, but nothing unbearable or uncomfortable. "Wow," Ivan exclaimed, looking at my hole under the rimseat, then turning quickly at the flatscreen, looking at the magnified digital representation. "Big mancunt," he declared, matter-of-fact. On the screen the acrylic tube sucked on my hole, pulling my asslips around the center phallic shaft that was lodged inside me. My asslips were engorged and filling the walls of the pump. "A little more," I begged to Ivan. He pumped a few more times watching the effect on the screen. He was mesmerized. "You so bad and nasty," he said, proclaiming the obvious. I took a hit from the poppers container again. Oh man, that felt so fucking GREAT! I leaned back slightly enjoying the sensation of the poppers hitting me, the combination of the Tina from just earlier mixing with everything already in my system. My hole was relaxed and expanding. At the same time, the pressure from the pump was INCREDIBLE. Ivan grabbed the vacuum pump tube and started to rock it up and down, fucking me with the center phallic probe. It could only go an inch or so as the tube was already set around my ass and there was no more depth to be had. But regardless-it was FUCKING INTENSE! I moaned and took more hits of poppers as Roberto continued to capture the footage. Ivan stopped with the probe-fucking after several minutes. "Here, you hold," he handed me the hand-crank as he let go of the pump, which was still attached tight to my pulsing hole. Ivan leaned back and very carefully stood up on the bed, balancing himself on my shoulders. Roberto saw what was going on and carefully adjusted himself away from the edge of the bed, the camera following him as the footage on the flatscreen panned out, to a wider shot, displaying me on the screen, legs spread, this monster tube, stuck and hanging from my ass, my manpussy extended over an inch or more on its walls. And standing beside me was Ivan and that monster thick Russian tool, still hard as a rock and pointing straight out. Ivan pushed forward as his cockhead entered my mouth. I stared up at him, hunger written all over me. He had a mad look on his face, intense and crazy, almost menacing and slightly frightening, like someone possessed. I sucked on his cockhead greedily as I pumped on the hand-crank. I moaned as my asslips filled the vacuum tube, an extra intensity with a wave of sustained pleasure washing over me. I nursed Ivan's cock sucking it further into my mouth. Ivan held his balance on the bed, one hand on my shoulder, the free hand now tightly pinching on my right nipple. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. HARD! The nipple play, his thick cock now forcing itself in my mouth and the pumping pressure on my hole was just too much! URGGHHMMMMM! I moaned, sounding indecipherable with the monster sinking further into my mouth. Boom, boom, b o o m...the bass seemed to fade into the dark corners of the room as all the heightened sensations overcame me. I could only hear myself groan---but not from myself---it came from echoes emitting from the flatscreen speakers, as my eyes closed, dazed in pain and pleasure. Ivan pushed further, and despite the fact that I had swallowed this massive cock earlier, it felt alien and huge. I almost gagged. He continued to pinch hard on my nipples. He pushed in slightly, not really caring if I could manage the extra inch or so that was descending into my throat. I squeezed on the hand-crank twice, the pressure pulling my mancunt further into the vacuum. I could feel the edge of my pussylips fill and cling to the interior walls of the acrylic pump. It also tightened around the center phallic probe. It felt like I was squeezing a super hard cock while this exterior force was crushing my asslip walls at the same time. Ivan pushed harder, deeper, filling my throat. I tried to massage his shaft with my mouth, but my rhythm was thrown off as the intensity of his monster cock filled me and the pressure on my hole grew to a magnified level. I squeezed on the hand-crank once more as Ivan did the same with my nipple, only harder. It was too much. “Stop,” I protested, my voice muffled, pulling out, catching my breath as his thick cock slid out of my mouth, wet and sloppy with my saliva. “It’s too fucking intense!” I leaned back slightly and looked at the screen for guidance in between my legs. I pushed a finger around the base of the pump, applying a little pressure around my perineum, until the vacuum seal was broken, the pump now released. I pulled on it slowly as the thick tube came loose, the center probe revealing itself inch by inch as I dragged it out my hole, pulling the pump away. My asslips were engorged, glistening, fat and huge, dropping more than an inch from my ass. I took a deep breath, feeling my hole loose, open, free, relaxed, ENORMOUS. “HOLY SHIT!!!” Roberto exclaimed. The image on the screen vibrated as he was so excited, so turned on by the image in front of him, that he was shaking. He stepped back, fidgeted with the HD cam, locking it back on the tripod, adjusting it quickly as Ivan and I looked at him, then at the screen, as the image grew wider, the lens panning out. The lamp was still focused mostly on my hole, dripping, pulsing and huge, descending from my ass. Roberto stepped aside, walked to the end table beside the bed, licked the tip of one finger and dusted it generously with some Tina. He grinned at me and I smiled back in appreciation, as we all exchanged glances-not directly-but at each other on the flatscreen, flying and lost in the media over-saturation. He grabbed a pillow from behind me and positioned it under the rimchair. Roberto then climbed on the bed, laying on his back and slid under the chair, his face positioned under my ass. “Isso é tão bonito,” he whispered in between my legs as he inserted the Tina-laced finger, pushing it as far as it could go, deep into my hole. I opened the poppers and breathed deep in each nostril, repeated, then inhaled through my mouth. Roberto’s right arm reached upwards, palm open. I handed him the container and he took deep breaths also, turning his head to the side from under the rimchair. He handed the bottle back up and before I could grab it, Ivan took hold of it and followed my lead, inhaling from his mouth as he winked at me. He handed the container back to me as I tightened the lid. I felt something wet and slippery at my hole. On the flatscreen, Roberto’s face disappeared in between my legs, smothering itself on my ass. His long tongue glided through my hole, my manpussy lips still extended, dropping loose from the earlier pumping. He pulled on my asslips with both hands, spreading it gently as he let his tongue circle around the perimeter of my manpussy. He licked it slowly, devouring my manpussy, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He moved his chin and brushed his light beard against my asslips. It felt like a million needles scratching on my very sensitive hole. It was an intense sting then rapidly became an overwhelming pleasure. OH FUCK!!!! I love it when a guy eats my hole this way, taking his time, taking it slow at first, building and building. The booty bump was starting to have effect as I could feel a new heat building inside my hole, an ever-increasing sensation that was only heightened by the poppers. Ivan jerked on his massive dick, the head an inch from my face. He was looking at me, looking at my hole on the screen, looking at Roberto’s snake between his legs which was still HARD and bouncing from excitement. I leaned forward just a bit and with my right hand grabbed that snake and slowly massaged it, feeling the weight, jerking on it. It was still super HARD! I turned slightly to my left as Ivan’s cockhead met my lips. I sucked his thick Russian tool slowly in, applying more and more pressure on his head as he moaned, his head turning more rapidly, watching the events unfold live in front of him and digitally represented on the screen. The combination of all the reflective sordid action was turning both of us on. I love my visuals with assplay. Roberto slurped between my legs. I was breathing rapidly, trying to spread my legs more for Roberto, jerking his dick, sucking on Ivan’s monster that was now slowly starting to fuck my mouth. I looked up at him, nodded in acceptance, as he pushed another inch in. I sucked harder. I squeezed Roberto’s shaft. He moaned in between my legs as I felt his tongue slide into my hole, darting in and out rapidly. “Tão aberto,” he moaned. From the flatscreen I saw his face lower from my engorged manpussy. He reached into my hole with a few fingers and gently made circlular motions, massaging my inner walls. His tongue darted back in, the tip folded to a point as he fucked my hole that way: tongue and fingers. He swirled his tongue around the fingers as if they were in a race with each other, darting from one side to the other, his tongue rapidly alternating with his fingers. The intense movement felt incredible as the booty bump was now pulsing deeper in my hole, like the beats of the music that started to creep back from the corners of the room, surrounding us…b o o m...boom...BOOM! I leaned my head back a little, my mouth opened wider as Ivan pushed further in. I let go of Roberto's snake and concentrated on Ivan's tool pushing on my throat while enjoying the heightened sensation between my legs. I motioned for Ivan to pause as I did more hits of poppers from my nose carefully. I was so HUNGRY I didn't want that monster cock to leave my mouth. Ivan grabbed the container from me and inhaled also. He handed it back to me as I sealed it. His cock pushed in another inch as he sensed the poppers having its immediate effect on me; my throat now invited him entry. Ivan pushed in another thick inch. I breathed in deep from my nose to get as much oxygen. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the intense sensations on both of my holes. I kept visualizing the inside of my throat getting looser, softer, open, like how my ass would be as the night continued. Ivan pushed more in, not being so gentle now as he could sense my allowance, my need, my hunger. OH FUCK!!! The weight and fullness, the rigidity of the massive cock felt incredible in my throat. Roberto meanwhile was now slowly licking the edges of my manpussy with the tip of his tongue, sliding it around that it felt like he was barely touching it, just teasing it, playing with it, making me more HUNGRY. "So beautiful," Roberto moaned from in between my legs. Clearly the poppers and booty bump was also having an effect on my manpussy. Roberto started kissing my asslips, his lips puckered, smacking against my hole. And then he would thrust his long tongue inside, swirl it around, rapidly, then slowly, then rapidly again. His tongue would pull out quickly and he would resume kissing my very sloppy asslips. Ivan pushed in further. My throat was so open now that he slid in several inches without any restraint from my part. The fullness inside me felt amazing as I massaged his shaft with my throat muscles. Roberto now started licking my hole gently, just teasing it with the tip of his tongue. FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!! The double assault on both of my holes was overwhelming. Ivan was moaning, enjoying the attention. I glanced down to Roberto's groin and saw his snake bouncing up and down uncontrollably, precum leaking out from his cockhead, creating a small pool near his navel. Ivan pushed harder, all of his cock now engulfed inside my mouth, my throat. His pubic hair tickled my nose. I twitched my manpussy and pushed it out for Roberto to devour. Fucking INTENSE. I pulled away from Ivan slowly, releasing his cock from my throat as I took a deep breath as the thickness of his tool emptied out of me. He grabbed his cock from the base and squeezed it, watching me, puzzled. I suddenly grabbed the seat of the rimchair from my sides and carefully stood up. In between my legs, Roberto looked dazed, surprised, bewildered. His tongue danced in the air, his face framed by the seat surrounding his head. I stood up for a second, stepped forward carefully as Ivan held me with one arm for balance. And then I positioned myself over Roberto's cock. He sensed what I was now doing and grabbed his cock firmly as it pointed up to my ass which was now descending onto that snake. OH YEAH !!!! Inside my hole, a beat pulsed and pulsed, in rhythm to the dark bass embracing us. The inner heat in me that had been building earlier needed to be satisfied. I felt Roberto's cockhead enter slowly. There was a light pinch but it felt pleasant, almost like a tease, a tickle. All his warm saliva and my assjuice had my hole well lubricated that the snake easily slid in. We both moaned at the same time. On the flatscreen Ivan repositioned himself, turning to his side facing the camera as he jerked on his massive cock. I rocked myself up and down slowly on Roberto's snake for a few strokes, feeling his shaft fill my hungry hole. There was no tension, no resistance. The booty bump and my hunger made my hole very relaxed. I sat down completely on his groin, his hard tool impaled in its full length inside me. I squeezed my hole muscles a bit and then relaxed, pushing out. Roberto moaned deeply as his hands grabbed my sides to keep me steady. I slowly started to pull myself up from him, but just an inch or so, then descend back down, fucking myself with his shaft that was hard as a rock. It felt fucking great! Ivan was on the screen looking mad and intense again, watching us fuck while beating on his thick tool in a furious pace. I rocked up and down, pulling up higher and higher as we watched the screen, Roberto's long shaft revealing itself inch by inch with my strokes. He was now rocking with me, fucking me gently, then rapidly. I kept my hole loose as his snake slid in and out. Ivan continued to jerk his dick in quick, short motions. The thick snake was moving in a faster speed, sliding through my hungry tunnel. I crouched myself up with my hands clutching on Roberto's thighs for balance. I sat up in position and held it there as Roberto thrust in and out, faster and harder, really FUCKING ME NOW, building his pace, FASTER AND FASTER. His cock moved rapidly on the screen as Ivan beat off in unison. Roberto grabbed my hips tighter and pushed me down HARD on his cock as he thrust DEEP into my hole. I felt a sudden pulse from the snake inside me as he came hard in multiple spasms. “ABRIGADO! ABRIGADDDO!” he yelled. After several minutes (or was it longer than that?) his hands released me as they fell to his side, resting on the bed. He gasped heavily behind me, catching his breath. I slowly slid off the snake, pulling away, moving forward to his knees, catching my breath. I barely had a minute to do that. Ivan lunged forward, bent over and thrust his massive, thick Russian monster at my mancunt. UGGGHHHHHH!!!! I screamed, shocked by the sudden assault that came with no warning. Roberto pulled back quickly from in between my legs, as he pushed the rimseat away, as it bounced towards the edge of the bed. He leaned over and watched the activity unfolding on the screen. I caught his eye looking at mine, he had a sinister face that stunned me…then comforted me. I winked back at him from the flatscreen. Ivan pushed HARD AND DEEP. I jerked forward, the violence of his fuck, rocking me. I still had the poppers in one hand and quickly uncapped the container, took deep breaths through my nostrils repeatedly, then a big inhale through my mouth, then closed the container. Ivan pushed HARDER, DEEPER. I was now gasping, lunging forward with each thrust as Ivan would pull out of my mancunt, then pushing back as he would fuck back into me. I pushed my mancunt lips out. I wanted to be super loose for him as he fucked me. Like a cunt. But a mancunt that he was now taking special care to attend, to feed, to breed. He fucked HARDER AND HARDER, each thrust seemed more violent than the one that preceded it. It was almost hurting, but I loved the pain. I would squeeze my ass for a second for the extra burn. OH FUCK!!!! Then with a deep breath, I would release my ass muscles, getting loose and sloppy. “FUCKIN’ BITCH MANCUNT!!!!” Ivan yelled over the dark, deep bass. He fucked harder a few more strokes, then pushed and fucked with such intensity from his last stroke that I almost got thrust to the edge of the bed. “AWWWW…YOU FUCKIN’ MANCUNT!!!!” Ivan protested again, thrusting one HARD LAST TIME---EXPLODING inside me, his cum a warm pool that added even more heat into my burning tunnel. On the flatscreen I could see Roberto jerking off his dick behind us. Ivan was now moaning, his head rocking violently side to side as he caught his breath with his massive tool still HARD inside me. He stood there, knees bent, his massive weight descending on me with that tool still pulsing. My inner hole was only getting warmer and warmer. And then, suddenly Ivan pulled out, stepped back a bit and knelt towards my hole. With his giant paws, he spread my asscheeks apart and dove in with his face. My back arched up in pleasure as his rough, fat tongue entered my very open, loose hole. Roberto jumped off the bed abruptly and grabbed the HD camcorder loose from the tripod and stood over us, zooming in. On the screen, my ass filled the horizontal frame, Ivan’s big hands bleeding off the edge, his now-giant tongue greedily licking away at my hole. I shook the poppers container and took deep breaths. HOLY FUCK!!! This was fucking intense. Ivan just kept going at my hope, sucking on it, eating his own cum that was mixed with Roberto’s warm contribution from earlier. There was so much cum from both of them that it was spilling out my engorged mancunt. Some of my asslips were so wet and moist with their man juice that it was almost white. A big glob of cum dripped from the side of Ivan’s tongue, falling off the edge of the frame. His tongue kept furiously sucking on my hole, spreading it apart with his fingers. Ivan then inserted his right index finger and attempted to fish out more of the warm liquid seed. His finger pulled out after a few seconds and was covered in cum that he then sucked off. Then the finger disappeared again into my hungry mancunt, open and inviting. He twisted that finger deep inside, fucking me for a few seconds with force, then would stop and try to feel inside, grabbing what he was hunting for. The finger would exit my hole still covered with more man juice! On the screen his finger got larger and larger as he pushed it towards Roberto and the lens. The finger was swallowed on screen, Roberto’s chin peaking into the frame, his tongue lapping away at Ivan’s thick finger. The image on the screen suddenly went dark as Roberto lost control, sucking on Ivan’s finger, his hand with the camera now at his side, the lens pointed towards a dark corner of the room. The bass crept behind us again. Roberto leaned into Ivan and started kissing him deep, his tongue trying to get and taste what man juice he could grab. I leaned forward, squeezing myself away from Ivan, turning around, facing them as they shared their cum between each other. I shook the poppers container again, opened it and fed it to both hungry men who took deep breaths of the nasty aroma without releasing their locked lips. I fed myself then closed the container, tossed it aside, and with my other hand, felt my manpussy. It was wet, sloppy, moist, open and dripping. I pushed several fingers inside coating it with more man juice. I then fed the coated fingers to both men, who stared at me, with a deep hunger, like thirsty animals on the prowl. I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out and shared the cum with both of them, our tongues dancing to the dark beat behind us. FUCK. I LOVE TAKING BREAKS. On the flatscreen the lens gazed in the darkness, the automatic lighting meter resetting itself, a sparkle of light emitting on the corner of the frame as my sling started to glow in the shadows.

"I told you he nasTy," Ivan declared as Roberto stood stunned by the bedroom door, looking around the dark interior, my blackout shade pulled down at the window. The sling was set up near one corner. The rimchair was on the floor nearby. On a tripod I had my HD vidcam set up that was tethered to the flat screen. Fisting porn was playing, some home-made action of strangers that was passed on to me by an FF Daddy I played with occasionally. Three hot men were on the screen; the bottom sitting on some chair with the seat taken out, his legs spread wide, a HUGE hole that was getting punch-fucked by the second guy, while the third man twisted the bottom's nipples as he kissed him deep. In the background, I had a dark, electronic playlist playing, casting even more erotic shadows in the room. "Holy shit," Roberto gasped. He walked in the room and placed the parTy kit on an end table that had lube, poppers, several bottles of Gatorade and other shit. At one end of my queen size bed I had an assortment of toys and other play gear. The bed was covered in a black vinyl playsheet as were the pillows and the floor under the sling and rimchair. The floor crackled as we all walked into the room. Roberto grabbed a large, hard plastic tube that had a clear acrylic shaft in the center about 8" long and 2” in diameter with a hand pump on the other end. "What isTHIS?" He looked at me puzzled. "You'll find out..." I smirked at Roberto, then at Ivan, "...later." I let go of Ivan's hand and walked towards the table and grabbed some small items, as I sat by one side of the bed. I opened my palm out with two blue pills. "Here-take this," I offered both men as I unscrewed the top of one of the Gatorade bottles. Ivan winked at me and smiled. He grabbed the drink from me and swallowed his pill quickly; Roberto followed, smiling. "How are you guys doing?" I asked, checking in. Myself : I was FLYING yet comfortable. The G was still in effect from what I could sense. My hole wanted more attention. "I good," Ivan replied, very matter-of-fact. "Yeah, me too," Roberto chimed in. They both stood in front of me, massaging their large mounds of horny cock under their jockstraps. I leaned forward and grabbed a small plastic bottle and unscrewed the cap. Inside were several cotton balls, soaked in REAL poppers that I had ordered through a connection on asspig.com. I had poured it earlier while anticipating some assplay. The cotton balls were wet and moist, the strong aroma rising up from the container. I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose, and one big one through my mouth. Then I closed the cap. I looked up at Ivan with a new hunger. He was still squeezing his bulge on his jock. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned forward, brushed his hand aside and started massaging the huge mound of flesh underneath the stretched cotton. MAN-DID THAT FEEL GOOD! It felt THICK and HEAVY and WARM! I kept playing with it, squeezing it soft, then a hard, firm grasp, then soft again. "That good, Boy," he moaned, under his breath. I pulled the cloth of the crotch aside and grabbed that Russian massive tool. I pulled it all the way out, exposing his massive balls also. He was leaking a lot of pre-cum which I rubbed back on his shaft. "Awwww...FUCK!!!" Ivan yelled. I leaned over closer and took the big head into my mouth slowly. I wanted to savor his dick. It had been months since our initial meeting and I had forgotten what an incredible piece of meat Ivan had. I licked at the head with my tongue and then S L O W L Y started sucking the thick shaft into my mouth. I did this as leisurely as I could; there was no rush, no agenda. I took him one slow inch at a time, that time stretching further in reality as we all were riding. I wanted to make his cock love every second of it. The poppers hit earlier was having its effect. My mouth was getting used to being stretched wide. I continued sucking slow and gentle, letting gobs of my saliva lubricate the shaft. After a minute (or was it ten minutes?), the head pierced the back of my throat. I gasped for a second and he sensed me. Ivan moved a little and grabbed the poppers and unscrewed it, took a whiff from the container for himself and then held it under both of my nostrils. WHOA!!!! BOOM!!! FUCK!!! With all the T and G from earlier I just went into OVERDRIVE!!! I sucked that thick shaft deeper as my throat muscles relaxed. I took deep breaths through my nose to allow oxygen and to relax, to get my throat loose and open. My mouth wanted it but my mind CRAVED it. His cock sank further into my throat, glided by all the saliva that was dripping from my mouth, creating little puddles on the vinyl playsheet on the floor. In the background, Quantec’s beat took us to another level, the bass getting deeper and deeper. "HOLY SHIT!!!!" Roberto screamed. "Look at him take your fucking monster! HOLY FUCK!!!" My eyes were closed. I was lost in another state wherein pleasing this massive cock was my only concern. Ivan thrusted deeper into my throat as another inch sank further in. This angle was uncomfortable with me sitting at the edge of the bed. Ivan was thrusting his fat cock deeper into my throat. I moved carefully, trying not to let Ivan pull out, keeping him where he was in my throat, wanting him inside me. I slowly got off the bed and gently kneeled in front of Ivan, getting a better angle to take him D E E P E R. I took another strong inhale of oxygen from my nose, helping my throat muscles relax, eyes still closed, visualizing in my flying head that monster fucking my HUNGRY mouth and throat. “OH MANNNNNN…..” Ivan moaned. My eyes opened as I looked up and witnessed his head leaning back in utter satisfaction. “FUCK YEAH!!!” Roberto cheered. “FUCK THAT MANPUSSY’S MOUTH!!! HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT!!!!” Roberto leaned over to Ivan and with both hands started to gently squeeze Ivan’s nipples. Ivan rolled his head violently, moaning even more. I closed my eyes again, lost in the weight of the massive Russian dick impaled in my throat, slowly creeping in, further and further. I convulsed my throat muscles, massaging his shaft from the head to the base, as his thick tool sank and sank into my hungry vocal tunnel. I sucked hard. Then I sucked soft. I alternated back and forth, back and forth, hard, hard, soft, hard. Soft, soft, hard, soft. Ivan grabbed the back of my head and started to FUCK MY THROAT!!! He wasn’t being gentle! I started to gag and then Roberto pulled me away from the Russian tool, but not all the way out, just enough to…feed me more poppers! Y E A H !!!! I opened my eyes and winked at Roberto in appreciation. He placed the poppers container under Ivan’s nose also. Ivan took deep inhales and cocked his head back wildly, groaning loudly over the deep bass enveloping the room, shadows sinking around us. Ivan GRABBED the back of my head and PUSHED VERY HARD towards his crotch. The poppers HIT me! I was now breathing rapidly through my nose, taking as much oxygen to relax my throat, just let it get looser and looser for the violent invasion. OHHHHH…I breathed, whenever there was a gap between my throat, mouth and Ivan’s thick, massive meat. It seemed to get BIGGER!!! Was that my fucking high imagination? And then I realized the blue pill was having it’s effect: his tool was getting bigger, firmer, H A R D E R. The weight was increasing in my throat. But I didn’t care. I was so fucking high, horny and relaxed that my throat opened up more. “Uhhhhhh…..” Ivan moaned, sensing my skills, the pressure of his hands at the back of my head, pushing me towards his groin. I could barely breathe but somehow managed. The poppers was still in effect so my throat continued to relax. I slowly started to massage the base of his cock, chewing lightly just with my lips, keeping my teeth away, putting pressure on my lips, then loosening that pressure, than adding more tightness, grabbing his tool, like a pulsing pussy. Ivan gasped, looking at me, in a SICK, TWISTED gaze. He pulled his cock out a bit, just an inch or two. I moaned in regret. Ivan pushed back in slowly. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled out again, a few more inches stolen from my hungry throat. I moaned in desperation! He FUCKED INTO ME HARD!!! And then he PULLED OUT FAST!!! AND THEN HE PUSHED BACK IN MY THROAT EVEN FASTER!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT!!! IN AND OUT IN RAPID SUCESSION!!! I moaned in pain, but it was a GREAT PAIN. The blackness consumed me as I could only hear the dark, dark, deep bass of the music coming down on us like an increasing weight. “GODDAMMMNITTTTT!” Ivan yelled, thrusting further into my throat, my nose at his pubic hair. OH FUCK, I moaned somehow to myself. Ivan thrust harder and harder, convulsing as he CAME!!! “FUCKKKKKK!!!!” he yelled, louder, his gasps blending with the thunderous bass. A thick rope of cum was coating my throat, my mouth. Spasms from his thick cock pulsed inside my throat as I tasted him, the bitterness of his cum hit me like a strange, unfamiliar flavor. “Awwww,..FUCK!!! You are BAD BOY!” And then he abruptly pulled out, panting, catching his breath. I jerked forward and sucked the head of his thick, still-fucking-HARD-dick, and savored as much of that Russian bitter juice that was still dripping from the head of his cock. I wanted more. He pulled away, pushing my head and still very hungry mouth away. “HOLY FUCKKK!!! ,” Ivan thanked me, spent. He was still HARD AS A ROCK. The thick monster stuck out, like an evil tool, glistening with my saliva mixed with his cum. I still wanted that dick, my hunger was still overtaking me. I grabbed his shaft with my left hand, massaging with our created natural lubrication, jerking his cock. "FUCK IT!!! STOP NOW!!!" Ivan shouted, almost angry. He grabbed that rock-hard tool away from me and took a step back, his head jerking side to side. His cock was over-stimulated so he kept it away from my reach. I saw a drop of cum leak out of the tip of his dick. Ivan was still catching his breath. He grabbed some Gatorade and drank it quickly. He then walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down to take a break, rest. He looked glazed, content, and yet there was a hint of an underlying hunger still in his eyes. I winked at him as I wiped the saliva and cum mixture on the edge of my lips with my tongue. Roberto suddenly grabbed me from my upper arm and pulled me up from the floor until I was standing beside him, both of his arms now enveloping me as he lunged towards my mouth, his lips over mine, his mouth swallowing mine. His tongue raped me, trying to grab and taste what was left of Ivan’s cum on my tongue, the walls of my mouth, my gums. I was breathing rapidly again, as I was so fucking turned on by everything! And then Roberto pulled away. “Get back on the bed,” he said, gently. I did as was told. Roberto motioned for me to roll over, on my back. “Turn around so your head is over the edge of the bed,” he directed. I love a man commanding me. He gave me the poppers bottle and told me to take some big hits. I did and he sampled it himself. I laid back, head cocked over the side of the mattress. The vinyl playsheet crackled as I adjusted myself. Roberto leaned in closer facing me. He was still massaging the crotch of his jock. And then he stopped, grabbed the waistband of the jock with both hands and took it off in a sudden motion and kicked it aside. WOW! What a beautiful dick! It was not at thick as Ivan's monster but it made up for it in length. Roberto definitely had an extra inch or so on Ivan. He was uncut and the foreskin was pulled tight past the crown of his head. His dick was a shade darker than the rest of his body. It looked picture perfect. I cocked my head more at an angle and opened my mouth. Roberto stepped forward and pushed that snake in. Thank god for Ivan's face-fucking earlier! My mouth was stretched and lubricated, not to mention HUNGRY. His cock slid in easily. I massaged the shaft with my mouth and he groaned. I sucked carefully, cautiously as this was new for both of us. I pulled gently on his foreskin with my teeth and then released as I built up a vacuum motion with my lips and throat. His foreskin loosened around the head of his cock. I closed my eyes and visualized my effort as if a nano-cam were in my mouth. I was clearly flying. I sucked that foreskin further into my mouth and then gently with the tip of my tongue spelled out my appreciation slowly clockwise, then counterclockwise. Roberto trembled, silent but his body gave me every indication of its pleasure. I sucked and sucked loving the difference of his flavor, the cock’s weight, it’s girth, and firmness compared to Ivan’s massive tool from earlier. Time passed without measure. Roberto pushed deeper as the head touched the back of my throat. I moved the angle of my head slightly and took a deep, deep breath from my nose, getting as much oxygen as I could. Roberto pushed further in as that snake found its way. WHOA!!!! It was an amazing feeling of fullness, not as heavy as Ivan from earlier, but just as impressive. And clearly the blue pill had its effect also. I fucking love that EXTRA firmness! Clearly sucking Ivan earlier helped; my throat was really relaxed and all the drugs in combination were adding to the sensation. Roberto pushed in another inch or so, carefully, sizing me up, making sure I could take it. He was definitely longer than Ivan's tool. "GODDAMNITTT!!!" Roberto screamed. He stroked my head, then both hands started twisting and squeezing my nipples gently, "You are such a fucking amazing manpussy!" I leaned my head back more, changing my angle to allow him better access. Roberto started to fuck my throat slowly, just pulling out an inch or two, then slowly back in. He twisted my left nipple and pinched the right. I moaned. That did the trick as my throat opened more. He continued to fuck my throat like that, just a slow, steady rhythm. I took as much air in as I could when he pulled out for those few seconds. My throat would relax as he would then push and fuck me with that snake. I was getting used to the face-fucking when I felt Ivan spread my legs and then suddenly with force, he pushed one or more fingers into my mancunt. I couldn't really tell how many fingers he was using as I was too lost with Roberto's long tool pushing deeper into my throat. "Wow", Ivan finally spoke. "His mancunt hungry." The thick fingers jabbed in and out, rapidly, rough and firm. Roberto was still twisting my nipples, not too hard, just enough tightness in the pinch that made me groan. You could hear his tool slide in and out of my throat, my mouth becoming a wet, slippery tunnel as I produced gobs of saliva that was coating his long dick, dripping out of my mouth, streaking down the sides of my face, my chin and onto the floor. In between my legs Ivan finger-fucked me furiously. He was breathing rapidly again. We all were as the deep bass of the music seemed to envelope us. Boom. Fuck. BOOM!!! Ivan jabbed at my needy hole more violently. Roberto picked up his pace, the gentleness now fading in his strokes, his fingers squeezing my nipples with more abandon, more force. Fuck. Boom. FUCK!!! I was being pounded rougher on both ends, the sensation blending into one, so that my body felt as if it were floating, a weightless vehicle for their entry, their force, their pleasure. Flying. "AWWW........FUCKKKKK!!!" Roberto jerked forward with an unexpected violence that the end of his dick felt like a painful stab in my throat. I tried to breathe deeper and not gag. He held firm and squeezed my nipples tighter now that I was groaning in pleasure that was mixed with tolerable pain. He held still as his cock pulsed deep in my throat, his cum exploding inside that even the force of it made me almost gag again. Ivan sensed what was going on and added another finger, thrusting hard into my mancunt. I spread my legs further, bending my knees to allow him more access. Roberto kept ejaculating and I just kept swallowing, allowing my throat muscles to expand and contract, massaging his cock that still pulsed inside me. "AAAAGGGHHHH!!!" He groaned some more and then very carefully and slowly pulled his long tool out of my throat. I kept sucking on it, trying to pull it back, but Roberto was over-stimulated. He stopped pinching on my nipples and with both hands now on my shoulders, jerked himself away from me. "HOLY FUCK!!!" He stepped back. My head was still leaning at the edge of the bed, some of his cum now dripping off the right corner of my mouth. I stared at him upside down, at his crotch, his dick wet and juicy, hanging down on its own weight and STILL HARD! "That was fucking GREAT!" Roberto exclaimed. "Abrigado," he said appreciatively, leaning down and kissing me passionately, his tongue savoring his own cum mixed with all my saliva and throat lubrication. Ivan stopped finger-fucking me suddenly. He pulled my knees forward to him, straightening my legs on the bed then grabbed my thighs with an immediate force and pulled harder on my body so my head was on the mattress. He then lunged himself on top of me; his big, burly body and all it's weight pressing down on me. Roberto repositioned himself, his lips over mine. Ivan leaned in and joined in our kissing dance, his rough tongue mixing with Roberto and mine, each of them tasting the manjuice that I had eagerly earned from both of them. "You such bad, bad Boy," Ivan whispered, as the bass from the music drowned over us. Boom. Boom. BOOM!!!

Theo8 in #44 is right. I'm a bottom in man to man encounters and don't think of myself as a female substitute. There is nothing unmanly is taking it up the ass, it's one of the things guys do with other guys. Thinking of it that way, the fem terms--bitch, pussy, cunt, etc.--don't apply. To me they are offensive and I've ended encounters when the other guy talks that way.

if I wanted to fuck a pussy, I'd find a woman I have sex with men; I fuck ass

RyanWolff has nailed it, so to speak. Calling my fuckhole a cunt or pussy just intensifies the fucking......and reaches a crescendo when he explodes and sprays his cum into my gut. The act of breeding one man's seed into another man is a uniquely intimate act...... I don't feel any less masculine by being marked and bred. If anything it reinforces my masculinity knowing that an alpha male has left his essence inside me. And if my Top asks me if I like his cock in my pussy or asscunt, or fuckhole, etc., I'm going to reply "Breed this bitch's pussy...."

I'd find it kind of annoying. I'd put up with it if I really loved the guy and it was something he really needed to get off, but it'd probably be best to fuck me doggy style in case I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. And I probably wouldn't be able to get off, so I'd have to insist he rein it in at least sometimes. For a hookup, I'd instantly end the session.

well i havent had a top call my hole a pussy and thats good cuz i have no prob stoping in the mid of sex if i get turn off, it has happend before and i kicked them out. thats just a turn off to me like Tigermilner said im not a substitute for a woman, tran, or a crossdresser so no its not hot to me.

You just made my list. Dog person too, I own a brindle, Mastif. And when fucking, a man want to know he's a man.

You can call my hole anything you want to if it gets you off, just don't call me a pussy. Or a pussy boy. I'm a man. I get fucked by men. And when you fuck me, you will know you are fucking a man, and not a substitute for a woman. And I don't like cats. I'm a dog person, so you call me a bitch I guess, sometimes I deserve it.

I'm a masculine bottom and guys call my hole a pussy. Most guys just call it a hole or a fuck hole, but I think its hot when they call it a pussy! Guys seem to fuck me harder when they are telling me they are going to seed my pussy. I think its hot when they call it a cunt too.