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Part 3 He remained on top of me while he texted away for a few minutes, often smirking and chuckling at either something he’d written or received from whoever it was on the other end. It was starting to make me nervous again, and I was becoming more aware of how sore my butt was. It felt very wet and I was sure that cum and possibly blood was leaking out of my hole onto the plastic sheet. Feeling my slimy butt cheeks sliding around on the plastic under his weight once again got the better of me and my dick sprang to life, bouncing against his bare ass. “Don’t even think about it, fucker,” he glared down at me. “You’re here to get used, not the other way around.” “Who are you texting?” I asked meekly. “Just a handful of guys that I used to party with when I did a little time,” he said playfully, tossing his phone onto his little pile of discarded clothing. Great, sex starved ex-cons. I think I’m definitely going to die tonight. Just then I heard the creaking of the big outer door swinging open and then slamming shut. With some luck it would be a worker and not one of his buddies. Wrong. "You got here fast," Mr. Mean said. "I was just having a beer around the corner," new guy replied, then whistled loudly. “Well, well, well, what did you get yourself?” “I got us a little faggot to play with for the night,” Mr. Mean told him, finally raising himself up off of me to go over and give his prison buddy the playful guy shoulder slapping hug. “I want at him,” the new guy was saying, already taking his clothes off. Thankfully he was more average in build, probably only an inch or two taller than me, but stocky, with a nice looking cock that wasn’t too long but had a respectable thickness. He kind of wandered around the warehouse for a couple of minutes and came back with a handful of fruit. Was he hungry for a snack before taking his turn on me? Evidently I was his snack, and the fruit . . . well I had no idea the plan for that. Average guy climbed down behind me, grabbed me by the hips and flipped me over onto my stomach, and whistled again when he looked down between my spread legs and saw the mess leaking out of me. “How many loads did you shoot in this guy? Look at all the fucking cum running out of that sloppy kunt,” he said to Mr. Mean. “Only one. He had a big load in him from someone else, but I made him push it out and eat it up while I fucked him,” he replied. “Ha! A real fucking cum slut!” Average guy marvelled. “Is he poz? Cuz that’s all he’s gonna get tonight,” he added, leaning down close to my left ear. “You like taking toxic cum up that greedy whore kunt?” I didn’t know if I should answer or not, but when he slapped my ass a few times really hard, I knew I had to go along with it. “Yes, I love that toxic cum in me!” “Good faggot,” he grumbled. And then I felt something going up my ass, but it wasn’t his dick. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that he was stuffing a peeled banana up my ass. What the hell is this guy into? When the banana was all the way in, he climbed between my legs and stuck his dick in too, and wasted no time pounding the hell out of my ass. I was grateful that he wasn’t monster-hung, but with the banana up there already, I felt full. His fucking went on for quite a while, with Mr. Mean laughing and shouting encouraging words for his buddy while he used me like some kind of fruit salad fuck doll. He wasn't a gentle fucker, and he relentlessly pounded both that banana and my ass to mush. I didn’t feel him shooting in me since the banana was filling my hole up, but I definitely heard him grunting as it lead up to it. “Take it, take it, take my fucking poz cum up that whore kunt!” he yelled, slamming so hard into me that my own cock, which had been sliding around in that pool of cum on the plastic, shot off beneath me. He must have felt it with my ass going into spasms around his tool. “You fucking whore! Who told you that you could cum?!” he yelled, slapping my ass hard. He yanked his cock out of me really rough and it made a really sloppy wet sound, and then I could feel his breath on my hole. In a matter of seconds he was diving deep up my hole, hungrily eating all of his load and that banana out. I have to say that it felt heavenly. Just as he was finishing his snack, I heard the door again, and in walked a big black dude, about the same size and build as Mr. Mean. They exchanged quick hugs and he began stripping. “I got to make this quick. I’ve got a 30 minute break and wasted 10 getting here.” He was on me in a flash, stuffing his big black cock into my now vacant hole. It was a very tight fit, but he managed to get about half way in me before my tortured hole blocked him. “Come on, take it you fuckin’ whore,” he grunted, rutting his hips hard, eventually busting through and I felt his big low hanging balls resting against my own balls. I felt fully stuffed once again. He held there only for a few seconds, giving me time to take a couple of deep breaths, and then he hauled back and began slamming me. He kept up a steady pound, over and over, his hips slapping into my quivering butt cheeks and making wet smacking sounds, and me grunting every time he hit bottom. He kept it steady, didn’t change positions, didn’t slow down, just smack, smack, smack, deep dicking me with every stroke, until he gritted his teeth, growled, and hissed in my ear, “Take this fucking load, goddamned fucking whore! Take my poz cum! Going to give you that AIDS!”. And then his dick swelled over and over inside me and I could feel his big black cock spray painting my insides with his toxic seed. He kept his dick in me while he caught his breath, then eased it out, and then told me, “Keep that fucking load up your ass, bitch. My swimmers have some work to do in there. We’re going to get you fucking pregnant,” he laughed, now pulling on his clothes. As he was heading out the door, I heard him greeting someone else on their way in. Seconds later I couldn’t believe my eyes . . . Part 4 -the final installment, to follow very soon.

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

What can I say? I'm a bookstore whore and love going to the booths to get bred. I've been going since I was 25, so I guess it's been about five years of taking anonymous cock. I'm a 30 year old white guy with red hair, 5' 10" and 175 pounds. I work out five times a week so I'm in pretty good shape. I love cock up my ass, especially taking it bare with a group of guys. I go to a bookstore called Not Too Naughty, but I go because I can be very naughty there. The arcade in the back of the store is kept very dark and almost all the booths have glory holes. I've been fucked in the booths, fucked through the glory holes and even fucked in the hall. One of the best things about NTN is that the clerks leave you alone in the arcade, so pretty much anything goes. I went there last week on a Wednesday morning just after they opened at 10:00, and stood in a small alcove which contains the emergency exit. The alcove is also perfect 'cause from there I can see into the main store through a window which contains one-way glass, so it's a good place to scope out the guys coming into the store. On this particular morning I was wearing cargo shorts and a tank top and sandals. Nothing else. I paid the entrance fee, and headed to the alcove, got my bottle of lube out, took off my pants, then lubed my cunt. I was so horny to get fucked. I thought I was the only one back there since I was so early but as I fingered the lube in to my hole I sensed some movement behind me. I put both hands on the wall in front of me and pushed my bubble butt out a little. I soon felt a hand start to caress my ass. I let the guy massage my ass for a while then reached back to feel his cock. He had already pulled it out of his pants, so I found myself massaging a nice six incher. I stroked him for a short length of time, and then started rubbing the tip of his cock on to my lubed hole. I still hadn't seen him but I was so completely determined that I was going to be a total whore that day that I didn't care what he looked like. He grabbed my hips and pushed his bare dick slowly in to my cunt. Before I knew it he was thrusting fast and grunting. "Yeah, fuck me," I grunted. "Fuck, I'm cumming," he replied, and before I knew it he pushed deep inside me and I felt his throbbing cock dump his load into my ass. Then, without a word, he withdrew his cock, zipped up and walked past me on the way out of the store. He turned out to be a guy in his 40's, just an average guy, but a hot fucker. Now I was totally horned up. I took my shirt off so I was completely naked and stashed all my clothes and sandals in a booth. I went back to the alcove to see if anyone was coming, all the time cum leaking out of my used hole and dripping down my leg. I didn't have to wait long. Soon a young Latin guy was at the front getting tokens. He was very hot, about 6 feet tall and 180 pounds, nice and thin. He was wearing a tee and basketball shorts and as he walked towards the arcade I could tell he was commando. I thought about going in to a booth but decided if he was going to fuck me I find out sooner rather than later, so I stood in the alcove naked, but as it was somewhat dark, I knew if I stayed deep in the alcove he'd never see me, so I stood where there was a little light, and stroked my seven inch cock. As he came past he slowed down, checked me out, and then stood in the hall directly across from me and pulled out his cock. It was gorgeous, a thick seven inches surrounded by a nice patch of black hair. I walked over to him, dropped to my knees, then sucked away. It was so tasty! I pulled his shorts down to his ankles as I sucked and then he kicked them off. I sucked and grabbed his ass, sliding a finger in to has ass. I fingered him as I sucked him then turned him around and slipped my tongue in to his sweet hole. He had the smoothest ass and a tight hole. I could have stayed like that for hours but I finally turned him around and sucked his hard cock, getting it nice and when he was nice and wet, I looked up at him and asked "Do you wanna fuck me?" "Hell yeah," he replied. Without another word I went back to where the first guy had fucked me, my hands braced on the wall. I wanted to be able to see if anyone came. He got behind me then slid his cock in my cum-lubed hole and commented "Wow, you're wet dude, something tells me this won't be your first load today." I laughed and replied "Fuck away, guy!" He pounded away for several minutes, and we could easily have finished in that position, but on a whim I decided I wanted him to fuck me on the floor. I had done it once before at this arcade and it was hot. When I told him I wanted it on my back he agreed, pulled out, and then slid back in to me after I had gotten down on the floor. So I was getting fucked bareback on the floor of an adult bookstore arcade! He leaned down and started making out with me when I heard the door to the arcade open. We were mostly in the alcove but the Latin guy's feet were in the main hall so it was obvious to anyone coming in that there were guys fucking. I moaned, "Fuck me, man, fuck my hole with your big cock." The guy who had come in was now standing against the wall watching us. He was a blond guy, probably late twenties, about 5' 8", 170 pounds, a little thick but built. He had on a tee and jeans and he was rubbing his cock through the denim. I told the Latin guy that we had an audience and he kept pounding my hole, his balls slapping up against my ass. Suddenly, he pulled out, got up and sat on my face, making me eat his ass while the blond guy watched. He pulled his shirt off so we were both naked then the motioned for the blond guy over. He sucked the blond guy while I ate his ass. "Okay," the Latin guy said, addressing the blond guy, "I got you nice and hard, now fuck him." The Latin guy sat on my chest while facing the blond guy, and shoved his ass on my face, and then he lifted-up my legs, and held them upright, which exposed my used hole. Soon I felt the blond guy's cock sliding in. I managed to reach down and felt the cock was bare. "'Sweet," I thought, "I've got another one in me." The two of them were making out while I rimmed the Latin guy and got fucked by the blond. The Latin whispered something in the blond's ear then got off my face. He went to the back hallway and told us to get back there with him. The blond guy pulled out of me then helped me off the floor. We went to the back and the Latin guy was on the floor stroking his cock and ordered me "Sit on me bitch." Wow, I had to have his cock in me again so I went over and squatted on his cock, lowering myself all the way on to him. The blond guy stepped over us and went in to a booth and stripped completely naked. Now we were all naked. The light from the booth filled the hall. He went behind me and slid a finger in my cunt next to the Latin guy's dick. Then I felt his tongue flicking my hole. It was awesome getting fucked and rimmed at the same time. "Do it," said the Latin guy. That's when I felt the pressure of another body on me, the blond guy pushing his cock in to me. "That's it," said the Latin guy. "Push it in to him. He's a fucking cunt and wants us to use him, don't you bitch?" "Fuck, yeah! I need cock in me." The blonde guy kept pushing then I felt his cock pop in to me. Two guys bareback DPing me right there on the floor of the arcade. I never felt like such a whore. I was in heaven. Then we heard the door to the arcade open. Someone else was coming. I thought the blond guy was going to pull out and go back to his booth but the Latin guy told him to keep fucking until he came. I sensed the third guy there, watching me take two cocks. Both of the guys were piston fucking me so I knew I was soon to get flooded with cum. The third guy was now jerking off over me. The blond guy came first, pounding hard until his shot his jizz deep inside my ass, as his sweat dripping on my back. The Latin guy kept fucking me and I could feel the cum being fucked out of me. Then I felt a hot wet splash on my face. The third guy had cum and pointed it right at my face. The Latin guy told me to get up. He made me go in to the main hallway where it was light. We were both naked and he pushed me up against the wall, fucking my hole hard until he came inside me, holding his cock in me for a couple minutes before he got soft and fell out of me. "What a slut," he commented. "Yeah, this was definitely your lucky day," I laughed. Before retrieving his clothing, he made me get on my knees and lick his cock clean. When he was dressed he thanked me, casually remarking as he left "Hope to catch you again sometime." The third guy had left but the blond guy had just gotten dressed. He walked up to me and planted a big kiss on me. "I want to fuck you again," he said. I thought he meant another time but he turned me around, fingered my ass, pulled-out his cock, and fucked me right against the wall. I jerked off and just as he came I shot a huge load on the wall. My ass clenched as I came and he told me he had never felt anything as good as my tight hole. He left and I grabbed my clothing, cleaned-up and dressed in the bathroom, happy to leave with a cum-filled cunt.

There was a sense of surrender and contentment when I turned over my fuck hole to my boyfriends. Letting them both finger my hole to open it up is a duty I have to them. Feeling their hands on my ass and their fingers probing my hole just deepened my love for them. Brad is behind me to my left and Justin is to my right. How do I know? I feel the cold metal of Justin's Prince Albert ring against my hip. Justin asked me, "Are you sure you want more poz cum? It might make it harder to keep you neg in case that's what we decide." Brad added. "We'll love you no matter what the final decision is made ... we just have to make it before tomorrow if he's going to remain neg." I thought about it and said, "Right now, I want you inside me more than I want to be neg. Please, just breed me with your loads. We'll talk later." "Yeah, spread his hole, give him a couple more fingers! I'll get the lube" Justin said. "Between my three and your three fingers, we'll having him gaping soon." Brad said." All I could say was, "Fuck yeah, this feels amazing! Wreck my hole." After a couple minutes, I know both Brad and Justin each got four fingers up my ass. Justin said, "There's a little pink in the lube. Looks like last night did a little damage." Brad said, "Just makes it easier for our poz swimmers to get into his body and do their work. You ready for more infected cum?" There was only one right answer at the moment. I need the feeling of connectedness by having their toxic cocks inside me. All I could say is, "Fuck me." Brad said, "Justin, you breed him first with that pierced cock. Blow your toxic DNA in him, and I'll work it deeper inside his hole." Justin flipped me over onto my back and hiked my legs on his shoulders. Brad moved around so I could nurse his poz precum from his oozing cock. Being able to watch the satisfaction of these two studs while they're enjoying my body was intoxicating. After having them work my hole open with their fingers, Justin was able to slide his pierced cock inside me easily. Brad grabbed his cellphone and started taking a video capturing our play. He pointed the camera at Justin and said, "Hey West Hollywood! This is Justin, (turns the camera) I'm Brad, (turns the camera to me) and this is Rik. We're boyfriends and this is Rik's poz infection video!" He continued, "You're about to get two poz load up your neg hole. Tell our viewers what you need right now." Brad did a close-up of his cock in my mouth, then pulled out. I looked in the camera and said, "I need toxic poz cum to convert me." "Oh fuck, stud." Justin said, "Your neg hole feels amazing. I hope it's my DNA that converts you!" Brad replaced cock in my mouth and leaned over to make out with Justin as he was making love to my hole. Brad handed the camera to Justin and the video continued. Brad softly growled "You gonna fuck up our boyfriend?" Justin focused on his bare cock plowing my hole, then up to me. He asked, "You're a bugchaser wanting to get knocked up, huh?" I pulled off Brad's cock, looked at the camera and said, "Yeah, do it. Poz me up." Justin looked down and we locked eyes. I nodded my head yes, as acceptance and encouragement. He handed the camera back to Brad. He closed his eyes and gave yelled, "Oh fuck ... oh fuck .. here it comes, stud ... You're getting my infected cum!" I wanted to grab my cock and cum, but I can do that once Brad is in my hole. Brad said, "God that's hot watching you breed our boyfriend. He is a total cumslut ... just like I wrote on him at the baths." I could tell Justin was getting close. His arms, chest and abs tightened up in anticipation of his orgasm. His face became flush and you could tell he was past the point of no return. Justin said, "Fuck! I'm shooting my poz load inside you." I could feel Justin's cock pulsing in my ass. I shifted to give him total access to my neg hole, so I could get every inch of his big cock inside me. I wanted this. His infected poz cock was exploding in my hole, shooting his DNA in my guts. Knowing his unmedicated poz cum was finally inside me was a little scary, but is something I asked for. I have no regrets. Brad ended the video and put the phone down. Brad said, "That's amazingly hot. We might have captured the pozzing of our boyfriend on video." Brad moved towards my ass and Justin moved up towards my head. Justin had some pink cum on his cock that moments ago bred my hole and again, gazed in my eyes. "You know what to do." I could only say, "Feed me." His cock was funky from my ass juices, but it was an honor to clean off his cock and drain the remaining poz cum that didn't get shot up my hole. Brad took all this in and just said, "Fuck, what a pig we have here. My turn to breed him." Brad easily slid up my hole and it felt fantastic. His 8" cock was wide in the middle so it worked like a butt plug, smoothly pulling my ass ring open with each stroke. I looked up at him and said, "Please breed me. I want your poz cum up my hole." While fucking me, he bent over to give me a kiss and said, "I love you so much. I want my DNA to bond us together forever." It didn't take too much after that before his eyes rolled back and he said, "I'm shooting my cum inside you." I pulled his ass closer to me with my legs and said, Fuck me up, stud." Brad then looked down into my eyes and said, "I love breeding your hole. Fuck you're hot." Keeping his cock in my hole as long as possible, the three of us made out together. Justin reached down to my throbbing hard-on and said, "We have one cock to take care of and two willing holes to put it in. Whose hole do you want to breed? When you have two sexy men willing to take your load, there is no wrong answer. I turned and gave a kiss to each of them and then put a pillow over my face to block my view. "Surprise me!" “Let me get something … hold on!” said Brad. I felt him get on the bed again and he moved my legs up to expose my fuckhole. I felt something against my hole, and he lightly pushed it. “We don’t want you to lose any of that cum that’s poisoning your hole. Here’s a buttplug to keep it all in there.” My hole slowly gaped open to take the plug in and felt my ass ring close over the biggest part of it to secure it inside me. I felt my two boyfriends shift positions again and immediately felt their hands enjoying my body. Someone was sucking my cock and pinching my nipples. Someone else pushed my legs up and was licking my balls down to my wrecked asshole. All I could do was moan and writhe on the bed. This was total sensory overload. The guys moved away and I then felt one of them lower his hole, straddling my cock. Oh my god, it felt amazing. I had no idea who I was breeding, and didn't care. After a couple strokes, the guy pulled almost all the way off my cock, and I felt the other guy's tongue moving up and down my cock. Then the top took a couple more strokes, pulled off, and I felt the other guy totally sucking my cock. My cock was being moved from one guy's mouth to the other guy's asshole. I had no control over it like I was just a dildo for their pleasure. The sensations were unreal and I knew I wasn't going to last long. "Fuck, I'm really close!" I said. I heard Brad say, "Let's milk out his last neg load of cum!" I felt my cock move from the guy's hole to someone's mouth, and that was the point of no return for me. I was squirming on the bed, overloaded with sexual energy ... feeling these two hot poz studs servicing my cock. I yelled "Fuck!!! Take my cum!" I pumped his mouth with a huge load of my neg cum. My whole core was tensed up, feeling my abs contract and my pecs firm. This was a full-body orgasm. Justin moved the pillow and gave me a kiss. I felt Brad pull of my cock and he slid up the bed. Justin said, "Feed us." Brad moved his mouth over mine and gave me back some of my cum. All I could do is moan. Justin said, "Yeah, share that fucking hot load. Give me some." Brad moved over to Justin and spit out the rest of my cum into his mouth. Three men in love, kissing each other, feeling each others lips and enjoying each other's taste. We laid back on the bed to enjoy the afterglow. Me in the middle and a boyfriend on each side. We held on to each other, sharing light delicate kisses until we all passed out. (To be continued.)

Spent my Saturday afternoon at the booths. It was a warm day so I had on shorts and a tank top. All I had in my pocket was my car key and a bottle of lube. I got my tokens and headed back, hoping there would be a lot of guys. One of the booths in the main hall was occupied so I knew there was at least one guy. I went to the booths in the back where the light is dimmer. There was one guy leaning against the wall but my eyes hadn't adjusted enough to see his face. I went to the end of the hall where it was even darker and waited to see if the guy was going to be worth doing. I reached down and slid my hand in to my shorts and started stroking. The guy against the wall noticed and moved closer. He looked to be about 35, probably 6', thin with a close cropped beard, definitely doable. I unbuttoned my shorts and they fell to my feet, freeing my cock to be stroked. The guy came over to me and bent over to take my cock in his mouth. He started sucking harder, finally dropping to his knees in front of me. I took his head in my hands as he took my cock deep in his throat. I kicked my shorts off to the side and my legs opened slightly. He took advantage, reaching up with his hand and began to slowly finger my hole. I was getting way too close to cumming. I pulled him off my cock so I wouldn't cum but he turned me around and buried his hairy face in my ass. It felt great with his tongue in my hole and his beard rubbing roughly on my ass cheeks. This went on for at least five minutes when he stood up. He had taken his cock out of his pants and started rubbing it on my hole. He locked his arms under mine and grinded away on my. His cock felt great on my ass crack and he was dripping lots of precum on it. My lube was still in my shorts pocket on the floor. He had loaded my crack with spit and precum. I grinded back on him and waited to see what he would do. Finally, he reached down and took his cock in his hand, rubbing the head on my hole. Slowly, he pushed his cock head in to me, lubing my hole with his precum. Bit by bit he pushed in, easing it with his precum. Then he started fucking me, pushing all the way in. He pumped deep in to me and I pulled my shirt off so now I was completely naked. He was pumping faster when I felt another hand on me. "Damn, I should have been here all along," said an older guy around 50. Evidently, he had been in the booth in the main hall. I felt his hand move over my ass and then he reached down and cupped my balls, he gave then a gentle pull and then I felt his finger move up to my hole. "Fuck, you guys are fucking bare," he said. "What a fucking whore," he added then he started playing with the balls of the guy who was fucking me. The fucking became faster and faster and then he pushed his cock deep in to me. The other guy said, "That's right. Cum in his ass. Breed his cunt." The top held his cock in me, leaving all his cum inside me before pulling out. He never said a word, just heading to the bathroom to clean up. "Well," I said to the other guy, "Did you want to fuck me too?" "No, I just like to watch." "I guess this was your lucky day. I'll be here for a while longer. Hopefully, you can watch me get fucked again." With that I gathered up my clothes and went in to a booth, leaving the door unlocked, to watch some porn. I sat in the chair and raised my hips up a little and fingered my cummy hole while I watched a hot bareback video. Soon I heard the bell to the entrance ring. I waited to see if this new guy was going to go in to one of the booths next to me but was pleasantly surprised when the door to the booth opened and a guy about 25 stood there and watched as I fingered my hole. I made no move to shut the door, looking up at him and smiling. He was a Latin guy with a nice body and seemed to like what he saw. Finally, he came in to the booth with me, shutting the door behind him and locking it. I sat up in the chair and unzipped his pants, unveiling an 8" uncut beauty. I licked the tip, swirled around the head with my tongue, kissing it, licking his cock from the base to the tip. I took the full length down my throat and he gasped, not expecting it. He began pumping my face. I worked his pants down to his ankles and as I did so I reached over and unlocked the door. He kicked his pants off as I sucked him. I looked over at the bareback porn that was playing and said, "That's what I want you to do to me." He got on his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I was so hard I was afraid once again I would cum. I lifted my hips up as he came up to kiss me. My back was on the chair and my ass was raised up, almost to his cock. "Fuck me," I cried. He pushed in to me with me on the chair and began pumping. He was dripping sweat as he pumped so I told him to open the door. He reached over and opened it a crack. I gave it a hard push as he fucked me and the door flew open. The watcher was still there, leaning against the wall. He pulled his cock out when he saw us fucking. "Fuck me in the hall," I said and the young Latino pulled his cock out of me and stood up. We were both naked. I went to the hall and layed down on the dirty floor. I lifted my ass up and he got on top of me, aiming his cock at my hole. "Breed his ass," said the watcher. "You want my load?" Asked the Latino. "Yes, cum inside me." He pulled my legs up and began fucking me hard, faster and faster. I stroked my cock while he fucked me. "I'm cumming," he said. "Yeah, breed that whore's cunt," said the watcher. "Fuck, I'm cumming too," I said as I stroked my cock, releasing a gusher of cum on my chest as the Latino unloaded in my gut. He shuddered as the last of his cum left his cock. "Dude, that was fucking nasty," said the Latino. I laughed and laid on the dirty floor. I lifted my ass up and pushed his cum on to the floor. "Now, that's nasty! Just the way I like to be!"

Brad is totally my type: tall, lean, and having a basketball player's build, has reddish-brown hair and the most sexy light brown eyes. He's 6' 6", 190 pounds and 26 years old. He is simply one of the sexiest guys I've ever known, he has a gorgeous eight inch cock and a great set of balls. I was very happy with him, and had been with him for six months when he found out that he was poz. I was negative, and during those six months when we had sex, Brad had never cum in me ... although I asked for him to. I thought it was quirky at first that he wouldn't shoot inside me, but just let it go, although I knew ex had done IV drugs and they had plenty of bareback sex.) When he told me he was poz, he said he would understand if I broke it off with him, feeling I deserved a less-challenging relationship. I wouldn't hear of it. Three months later we moved in together into a West Hollywood apartment and had sex all the time - always bareback. Brad's doctor suggested he attend a gay men's poz support group where he could talk about being poz with guys who could understand. That's where he met Justin, who was also in a poz-neg relationship. Justin and I are surprisingly similar in build, 6 foot tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old and light brown hair. They both had the same HIV doctor and had met once before in the doctor's office, although just in passing. Since the beach is a long drive, Brad and I regularly went to a bathhouse, North Hollywood Spa that has an outdoor sun deck. We'd lay out to get some sun and then go inside to have some fun, always together. It worked for us in our new relationship, so why not? Being around other hot naked guys just got us even more horny for each other. Shortly after Brad joined the poz support group, we ran into Justin on Santa Monica Blvd, and he told me he thought it was cool that I was OK with Brad being poz ... and that his neg partner wouldn't touch him at all because of it. I said "You're a hottie! I can't imagine any man not wanting to be naked with you!" OK, so sometimes my 'edit mode' doesn't work well, and I guess the cat was out of the bag. Justin was hot and now he and Brad knew I thought as much. Justin wanted to know how Brad fucked my neg ass without him pozzing me, so Brad explained he would pull out of my ass right when he was starting to cum and then shoot on my abs. That way we were able to avoid condoms and also avoid having me seroconvert. Then Brad apparently had a brain storm 'cause he said "Rob and I are going to lay out naked at the tubs on Saturday," adding "would you like to join us?" Justin was up for it as his boyfriend was out of town for work, so we arranged for Justin to meet at our place and then we'd head out together. Justin had never been to a bathhouse before, so we got him checked in and inside. I got a big room for us to throw our stuff into, with the thought we'd strip down and then head to the sun deck. That's when Brad and I first saw Justin's cock. Holy Fuck, it was huge and he was sporting a Prince Albert. His nipples were also pierced, which I also found hot. I definitely wanted his cock in a big way. While I knew the poz support group’s rules said Brad and Justin were not supposed to play around with each other, I had the distinct feeling that rule would be broken before we went home that day. Brad and I chose to lay naked, and Justin wore a Speedo as he wanted a tan line. Brad and Justin lay next to each other, and my lounge chair was in front of their's, which, as long as I was on my stomach, made it really convenient for me to stare at Justin's basket. The Speedo barely contained his pierced poz cock. I wanted it. So did Brad. I had a spritz bottle, so after a little bit, I misted water on me to cool off. I then to be a dickhead, adjusted the stream to a jet and squirted Brad directly in the balls. That got his attention! His cock started getting hard, so I continued doing it. Justin laughed at what I was doing, so I squirted his Speedo as well, then worked the stream up to his nips. My cock was hard. Brad's cock was hard, and Justin's cock was filling out his Speedo even more. "Let's take a break inside and cool off," I suggested, wanting to be naked with these two studs. The three of us showered off downstairs and then headed to the room, "Just for a couple minutes." But no sooner had the door behind us, than we lost our towels, and we were three guys in heat, making out and feeling each other up, our cocks drooling precum like crazy. We were horny and needed to get off. In no time, the three of us were on the bed and ravaging each other. I was on my back with Brad sucking my cock, while Justin sucked Brad's cock. It wasn't too long before it was time to switch-up. "I gotta get a taste of my first pierced cock," Brad said. I said "Don't get him off, because I want some too." Justin wasn't used to three-ways, and this was his first since he converted to being poz, and he certainly wasn't used to a neg guy being so hot for his poz cock. Brad switched places and laid on his back and Justin crawled up to straddle Brad and fed him his cock. This was a great opportunity for me to get Brad's cock up my hole and to feel up Justin while he got his cock sucked by Brad. Justin blocked Brad's view, so Brad was surprised when I lubed up his bare cock and lowered myself onto him. I moaned at how hot Brad's cock felt up my ass ... and what a hot view I had of Justin's butt and hot body. He turned around to see what I was up to behind him, and was surprised I was taking Brad's cock right there. It was erotic as hell to watch Brad suck on another poz cock, and I certainly enjoyed having his cock up my ass. Unfortunately, Brad's gag reflex had a problem with the ring in Justin's cock, so he had to back off it and just suck on the tip. Seeing what was going on, I said, "Let's switch positions ... I'll be able to take his big dick with no problem." Brad and Justin just looked at me and laughed as Brad remarked "My boyfriend the slut! Give the man what he wants." Justin took Brad's place on his back, I bent over to suck Justin's cock and Brad fucked me doggy style. Everyone was happy until Brad pulled out saying, "I'm getting too close. I don't want to cum yet." Justin said, "Yeah, I want to have a turn with Rob too." I moved off his cock and stood next to Justin who then reached over to my loose lubed butt and gave it a grab. I turned a little to give him easier access to my hole and he slid a finger up inside me. Brad and Justin got a little quiet and for a couple moments Brad and Justin looked at each other's eyes, and gave each other a slight nod. Brad said, "Yeah, Justin ... it's Rob's turn." Brad slid back on the bed to give us some space and watched while Justin worked my already-lubed hole with one finger, and then two fingers, and as he did so, Justin turned to Brad saying "Rob's ass feels amazing. No wonder you told me you love fucking him." Brad said, "Go ahead and give him a couple more fingers, he loosens right up." At that point I was bent over the bed just enjoying the amazing treatment Justin was giving my asshole. I was totally relaxed having him do what he wanted and Brad was playing with his cock watching Justin. Justin slid his four fingers out of my ass and slid his pierced poz cock inside me. Wow, he felt great. I love my boyfriend's eight inch cock but Justin's seven inch, fat cock was a whole different kind of great. "Yeah, fuck me," I urged Justin. Brad meanwhile was jacking his cock, taking in the scene, his cock rock hard. Clearly he was totally into watching me be get plowed by his poz friend. Justin bent over and whispered in my ear, "You get off on my hot poz cock, don't you?" Brad didn't notice Justin's question, but it had me rock hard. I didn't say anything at first, so Justin asked more loudly "You want that, huh?" Brad looked up at both of us and smiled when I answered "Yeah, fuck me ... give it to me! But first let me change positions!" We all started laughing and they both made room for me to get on my back with my legs in the air. Justin said, "Let me take a couple minutes ... Brad, you get back inside him." Justin pulled out of me and noticed a little redness on his cock. He realized his Prince Albert piercing was rubbing my asshole raw from the friction. We looked at each other and he was about to say something about it. I gazed into his eyes and slowly shook my head and whispered, "Don't say anything." Once his cock was inside me, Brad said, "Oh yeah, Rob has such a hot hole. God I love fucking his ass." "Yeah, I want this ... fuck me, Brad," I urged. As Brad fucked me, Justin kissed me, quietly saying "Rob, I'm going to help you get what you want." Brad looked at Justin saying "We're probably okay fucking him, since we're both undetectable." A strange look crossed Justin's face, which led Brad to ask "What's that look for?" In a slightly dull tone Justin answered "My doctor didn't like my blood panels, so he took me off my HIV meds two weeks ago. I thought I told you." Justin continued, "But don't worry about me. Fuck Rob's hot hole and shoot inside him!" There wasn't much room behind Brad and the wall, and Justin had a plan. He got off the bed and stood next to Brad, lightly tweaking his nipples. That drove Brad crazy and filled him with lust. Justin then moved behind Brad as he was fucking me and tweaked his nipples. Brad muttered "Oh, fuck, I'm getting close!" I grabbed Brad’s hips to pull his cock into my ass, and Justin lodged himself against the wall so that Brad couldn’t back away as Brad yelled, "Shit! I'm cumming ... fuck, I'm shooting." I was also shooting, but unlike Brad's load, my cum load blew all over my chest. It was likely the biggest load I've ever had. Fuck that was hot. After all this time with Brad, I finally got him to cum inside me - and I wanted it really bad. Poz cum just made it hotter. Brad's cum had nowhere to go, but inside my ravaged hole. And he was freaking out softly saying, almost to himself, "Oh my god, I came in you! Fuck! I don't want to poz you." "Hang on, honey, it'll be okay. A lot of guys don't get pozzed the first time they're bred! Come here...." Brad's cock was still in my hole and I pulled him towards me and kissed him many times, murmuring "Don't worry." He moved off me and laid down on the bed and Justin was there with a slight smirk. We both knew what he did for me, and I was grateful. "Can I get a hand here?" Justin asked. In the excitement, Brad and I hadn't helped Justin get off, and his cock needed to blow a load. "Yeah, I think I can help you out," I replied, turning to Brad and asking "Okay with you? I think it's Justin's turn." Brad looked at both of us and slowly nodded yes. I pulled Justin down to make out with him, and I could feel his poz cock grazing my thighs and balls. I reached down and aimed his cock inside my hole, easing his pierced poz cock inside me, my boyfriend's poz load the only lube. I announced with genuine excitement "Fuck, this is amazingly hot." Justin grinned as he slid in and out of my wrecked hole and asked "You really like this. Fuck, man, I never thought I'd ever get inside your hole." "Hell, yeah, man, this is amazing." In a slightly louder tone Justin asked "You want me to cum in you?" Mischievously I replied "Ask Brad if you can." Justin replied in a voice loud enough for the guys in the adjoining rooms could hear "It's not Brad's hole I'm breeding. Do you want my poz cum?" There was only one possible reply for me: "Fuck yeah, dude. Shoot your hot poz load into my ass!” Just then every muscle in Justin's body tensed up as a prelude to his hot load. He pounded my hole even harder, as if to force his virus into my body. Justin yelled, "You're such a cum slut, take my poz load." I could feel his cock unloading in my guts. The spasms triggered another orgasm for me. I was in heaven, as was Justin who collapsed on top of me, with his cock still lodged inside my hole. We hugged and kissed. Brad looked a little shell-shocked at what just took place. We all stretched out on the bed and wrapped our arms around each other just to hold on. I wasn't sure what was going through Brad's head, so when everyone caught their breath, I said, "That was amazing. I've wanted that for a long time. Thank you." Brad looked at me with a puzzled look. He said, "I had no idea ... you never talked to me about it or asked me for it." I asked, "Would you have bred me if I asked you to?" Just then, I felt Brad's cock start to get hard against my thigh. Brad said, "Justin and I hoped you would be okay with us just fucking you, but now, you'll have a lot more of our cum from now on." The three of us smiled, relieved about how the afternoon turned out. Brad got off the bed, his big poz hard on, pointing in my direction. I got up on all fours, and pointed my ass in his direction and my mouth on Justin's cock. Justin's cock was slightly funky, but I didn't care. It was my turn, and I got what I wanted.

This is being posted in the 'Fiction' section as it is fiction. More of my fantasy, really. Well one of my many, being the greedy cumslut that I am. Here goes . . . The party had been a total bust. My friend had promised me that I'd meet someone. Had to with so many guys there. But tonight just wasn't my night. I decided to walk home, horny and a little pissed off, and only slightly drunk but not wasted. The fresh air might better my mood. There was a lot of commotion up ahead -looks like a fender bender- so I thought it might be quicker to cut through a few alleys. I always know where I'm going when I walk, but for some reason I felt a little lost and many of the lights in the alley were out. Burned out? Or broken so that shadows could conceal some kind of nefarious activity? I was just getting past one of the blacked-out sections of the alley when two huge, frighteningly strong hands grabbed my shoulders and literally heaved be back into the darkness, face first against a brick wall. Fuck, I'm getting mugged, I thought. It only took seconds to figure out that it wasn't my wallet he was after. The big man -he had to be 6'4" or taller, and beefy, solid muscle- pressed his entire front to my back, and I felt the enormous bulge from his denim covered crotch pressing into my ass. I know I was horny, but this was just downright scary. I tried to push myself back from the wall, hoping I could wiggle free and make a run for it. He was just too big and strong, I literally could not budge. He ground his big bulge in me, and I heard him sniffing around my neck, and then growled really low like some kind of predatory animal before it strikes it's prey. The party I had been to was just a house party, nothing fancy at all, so I had only worn a pair of nylon trackies and a tee. The big man reached down and yanked my pants down and chuckled when he saw that I was only wearing a jock strap underneath. "Fucking pig," he hissed in my ear. I heard him fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, and I felt his gigantic club of a dick flop out of them and slap into my back. Hell, this guy is hung like an elephant trunk, I thought. I'm in serious trouble. I wanted to get fucked tonight, but not like this. Not here. Somewhere with at least lube! He pinned me against the wall by holding firmly to the back of my neck, and eased himself away so that he could grab his cock with his free hand. I heard him spit, the splat must have hit is cock, then I heard the wet sticky sound as he jacked it and spread his saliva over it. He spit again and it landed directly between my butt cheeks. With his huge cock head, he smeared the spit on my hole, and began to push. I moaned -and not in a good way- and tried to tell him there was no way he was going to fit inside me. He made some kind of sound, mostly to say that he'd heard me and didn't care what I thought. He wanted in and he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. I guess by some miracle I could feel his excited cock throbbing at my hole, and apparently this monster leaks impressive amounts of precum. My hole was feeling really slick now. But that didn't change the fact that he was hung like a beast, not a man. Suddenly and quickly he removed his hand from the back of my neck and clamped it tightly over my mouth, pulling me hard back against him. With that he slammed me hard into the brick wall again, this time driving a good 4 or 5 of his thick hard inches into my ass. My hole was on fire, and my eyes stung from the tears that filled them. He was holding me so tight there was absolutely no escape. I didn't know what to focus on. The fear that he might kill me when he was done raping me? Or the rape alone might be enough to kill me with a tool like that. Do I focus on the immense, mind-searing pain radiating from my tortured butt and concentrate of blocking it out? It took two more very hard ruts of his mighty hips to feel his pubes scratching my ass and his monster balls slapping up against me. He was now fully in, and I've never even dreamed of feeling so full in my entire life. It was like being fisted -if I'd ever been fisted- and taking the whole goddamned arm! He leaned his forehead on the back of my head and laughed softly to himself. Then he leaned in closer and blew on my ear, momentarily distracting me from the pain that was overwhelming my ass. Then he licked the outside of my ear, and growled, "You're gonna love this you little fucking faggot,". I'd been given a minute to adjust to his enormous size in me -not that it was nearly enough. He suddenly pulled his hips back, his cock temporarily vacating my devastated hole, and then slammed back in. Hard. Really hard. And that's how it went for what felt like forever, but what was probably about 15 minutes. He pulled nearly all the way out of me, then slammed back in, full length, balls deep, over and over again. He gave panting, grunting sounds of encouragement while I, at first, whimpered and groaned in pain, but by some other miracle managed to start to feel good down there. "You fucking whore," he growled. "I told you that you'd enjoy my big cock, fucking faggot,". Although I knew that my ass would feel completely destroyed for weeks after this encounter, he was right. His monster cock felt amazing as it pumped me. He filled me fuller than I ever could have imagined. It was as if something had been missing inside me, and every time his huge meat filled me, I was complete. And my hungry pig hole felt very empty when he wasn't slamming into me. So after about 15 or so minutes of him raping my hole, he clenched his teeth and growled, "Take my fucking cum, take it pig, you want my cum you fucking whore!". And wow did I feel it when he unloaded in me. There was so much cum blasting my insides that I thought for a second that he was taking a piss in me, not cumming. But the throbs of his mighty cock told me that it was certainly grade A stud juice, pumping deep into my body. It went on for a couple of minutes, I couldn't believe it. But I guess with big balls like his, he would blow an extra big load. Plus everything was huge about this guy, so why wouldn't his orgasm be, too? As soon as his dick stopped throbbing, he leaned in and blew on the outside of my ear again, and then whispered, "Welcome to the club, you fucking pig,". And then he yanked his hard cock out of me so abruptly that I doubled over. I didn't hurt so much as it took the wind out of me. I took a second to catch my breath, then stood and turned around to face him. No one there. He had just disappeared. I leaned back against the cool brick, panting and my mind spinning. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had been scared as hell, and then more turned on than I can ever remember my whole life. But what did he mean by that -Welcome to the club? Suddenly I felt this rush inside me, this wave of excitement. And I don't know why I was excited -I had never wanted to be infected. So why did the thought turn me on so much -I was still standing there with my pants around my ankles, my hard dick bobbing in the wind, and this strangers toxic load seeping out of my trashed hole. I put my fingers to my gaping hole, and smeared some of the cum around it, then lifted them to my lips. The smell alone of this stud's cum was enough to make me want more! I licked my fingers clean and my dick was throbbing. I mean really throbbing -one taste of cum always gets me crazy horny! But this was poz cum. Toxic seed. Viral baby juice. I quickly pulled my pants up, stuffing my hard dick in as best I could, and decided I needed to race home to stick a plug up my ass to keep his load in me while I jacked of the biggest load of my life. I ran down the alley, made a couple more turns, and ran face first into one of the toughest and meanest looking men I've ever laid eyes on. He didn't budge, but I literally bounced off of his big frame and landed in a pile of black trash bags. His eyes burned into mine as he stared down at me. He was seriously pissed off that I bumped into him. "You'd better watch where you're going . . . faggot," he hissed. If you enjoyed it, let me know and I'll post Part 2.

This twink has landed himself in the shit. He is suffering from hiv complications. "We now know for a fact that Ashton Ryan is HIV positive and he has infected at least 3 other people, and he is still lying about his HIV status" Claim reports from several sources close to the star. I cant condone stealthing but how hot i would have found it to of met Ashton Ryan myself, taken his load 20 times then found out he had lied to me about being neg when in fact he's poz and had been secretly getting off on converting me. I think this porn twink needs to get himself on bugshare. Movies The American Way Junior Studio The Heartland Junior Studio The American Way 2: Lust RAD Video Productions Absolutely Everybody Audrey Murphy Productions A Young Man's World Delta Video Ashton's Eleven Eon Films Ashton Ryan's B-Boys Amagin Productions The American Way 3: Love RAD Video Productions

This is actually a true account... I met Coco through a mutual acquaintance. I was still new to parTying and had few to no reliable connections to hook me up with parTy supplies. So I accompanied my friend S***** when he offered to introduce me to his dealer.I was a bit freaked to say the least, especially once we were turning onto his street, which was in the heart of a bad neighborhood in Central PHX. We got to his place and knocked, and that was how I met Coco. Nothing to swoon over, he was about 5'10" and someone who would check the "more to love" box if he filled out a dating profile. He was a complete asshole. I was told he was bic and that he had an 11" cock. He was part black, white, and PRican. Anyways he gave me his number and told me to call if I needed to stop by again. I started going on my own, and after a few transactions when he decided I was cool, he told me to chill for a bit and handed me a bong. He had to show me what to do. So he tells me to hit it a few times and I'm higher than I have ever been before up to that nite. We start talking and he starts up the porn he had been watching before I arrived. It was a straight porn, but the dudes got me horny. We kept smoking and do some hot rails. I'm so f'd up by this point my lips get loose and I ask if he is really as hung as I had been told. He said yeah, but I asked him to prove it. He dropped his bball shorts, no undies and sure enough, a girthy uncut and hardening 11" cock jumped out of the waistband and slapped his stomach... he told me I could touch it if I wanted, so I got off my chair and climbed on his bed with him. He took off his muscle tee and before I knew it I was sucking his cock in nothing but a jockstrap I decided to wear that evening just in case I decided to hit up Chute... He asks me to lay on my stomach and put a pillow under me and handed me his bong again. He was saying my ass and running his cock up my ass crack and over my just shaved hole. He asks if I have ever had anyone that big up my ass. I tell him no. And freak out a little. I feel him lubing me up with massage oil, and he asks if I played safe, because only fucked with conforms. I said usually safe and he said cool. Next thing I know he is rolling a magnum down his cock. I was so nervous and tensed up. He tried for 25 mins to get in me,but I couldn't relax, especially knowing he had house guests who could return at any time. He didn't have a bedroom door and his room was was right off the living room and front door, which was also open since he had a security door. Anyway, he finally gave up, I got dressed and left. Nothing happened again until about a year later. I showed up at his place on Halloween night, drunk and needing some Tina to sober me up. I stopped at an ABS first to get a cockring and some Gun Oil because I needed them. This store had an underwear section. I found a jockstrap I liked and decided I'd buy it since I was drunk and impulsive. I got to his place and somebody else answered the door, and I followed him to Coco's room. I smoked a bowl real quick, but was still pretty buzzed. I asked if I could jump in his shower to try and sober up, plus I was sweaty from dancing all nite. He said yeah and handed me a towel. It was kinda a small I found when I was drying off. I left my backpack by his desk and had just the jock I had just purchased. So I put it on and put the towel around my waist, which barely reached. I came out of the bathroom and they were both still smoking and surfing porn. I sat down on the bed and they passed me the bong. His houseguest asked if I slammed, I said only a couple times and he asked if I wanted to since he hated doing it alone. I said sure. He tied a rubber hose around my bicep, found a vein immediately,and administered what was about .45... it was strong and as soon as he released the hose and raised my arm I was coughing and was rushing. I just laid back into his pillows and started rubbing my nips and chest. I started to sweat and undid my towel to wipe my face and neck, laying there in just a cockring and jockstrap. He slammed next while Coco did hot rails, he didn't like needles. I start rubbing my clock through the pouch and the friend starts massaging me, and tells me to turn over, pulls my hold back and up and tongues my hole while Coco watches and is rubbing his cock through his bball shorts. Then the friend goes to his bathroom to piss and shower. I'm still buzzed, rushing, and high as a kite. I take my jock off, and am just stroking to some BB porn on my laptop. Coco tells me to show him my ass... and asks if he can take some pics. I say sure, just no face shots. He asks when I last took some dick, which I truthfully admitted not recently. It had been about 4 months. He tells me he still wants to fuck me, especially since he wasn't able to get it in the last time. He said he would hook me up with more Tina as trade. I was so high I a agreed. So he starts to rim me and play with my hole, I hand him the bottle of Gun Oil I just bought and he pours it all over my ass and works it in my hole, he goes to his desk for a second and gets a good sized shard and works it into me. It burns but its nothing I cant handle. He is now naked and stroking his huge cock. The friend comes back in wearing just boxers and has a new slam prep led for me. Again he administers it, I cough again, only longer because its stronger. We open up the blinds to his patio door and his window. He lived in a crush, but seedy apt complex that had a mostly gay population. He puts me on my back while the friend is kicking back, smoking and stroking. He asks if I'm ready and I nod... I just assumed he wrapped up based on our safe play only conversation,so when he asked how his raw cock felt in my bare hole I kinda got nervous and started to tighten up. He said not to worry, he was clean and rarely barebacked, especially with gay dudes. I finally relaxed and my body started to loosen up, as did my very stretched and very cock stuffed hole and he was only halfway in. He added more lube as he slowly sank more of his 11" into me. He told his friend to take some pics of him opening me up. And next thing I know one of his regular customers enters through the patio door. He didn't know I was a bottom so was little surprised to see me with Coco's dick balls deep in me. So he is watching and smoking, and Coco pulls out so I can get on all fours. His customer is comments on my "phat bubble butt" and how he never woulda guessed I was a bottom and never woulda guessed I had such a nice ass because I always had on baggy sweats or dickies workpants and oversized tees that hid my ass. Coco spreads my bubble butt cheeks and adds more Gun Oil, then starts to reenter me and my still tight, but willing asshole. Coco just keeps telling me how hot my hole is. How tight, warm, wet, and soft it is, how hot it feels every time I tighten up and work my ass muscles. I am meaning into a pillow when I am given the bong to hit, which I hit hard and blow some massive clouds as I am being fucked bareback by my drug dealer and his huge raw uncut cock. I can feel him precumming in me as he is fucking me. Before long he is fucking me deeper and faster so I know he is about to blow. He had already told me he would pull out, but never did. He just kept fucking me, fucking his load into me and lubing my hole with his cum. He finally pulls out and can't believe how good my ass felt, better than any pussy and no fears of me getting knocked up. I needed something to drink, so put on my jock, my sweatpants and hoodie and walked next door to Circle K for Gatorade. On my way back I saw his regular leaving. He saw me and invited me to co.e smoke and chill with him across the complex, his girlfriend was staying with a friend. I agree, and we get to his place, I immediately take my hoodie and sweatpants off and go get cleaned up in his bathroom. When I return he has a bi porn on his flat screen and a loaded bong. He is in a muscle shirt and bball shorts. He looks rough in the face, but has a pretty hot body from what I can see. We pass the bong back and forth and then he loses his clothes and is stroking his cock. I decide to blow him without asking, he gets harder in my mouth. After I kneel down on the floor and jerk off while I am sitting up straight. The next thing I feel is his hand pushing my shoulders forward and bending me over. He spits on my hole, then his cock and mounts me from behind. He is nowhere near as big as Coco, but still above average and grabs my hips while he long strokes his raw cock in and our of my just fucked hole. He hits all the right spots and before I know it I am cunning, which makesy hole spasm and tighten around his cock, causing him to lose his load too. He pulls out and then eats my hole. Tells me my ass is amazing and so much better than his girl's pussy. It was a good night.

Part 2 Luckily my fall was broken by a bunch of black trash bags, but as I struggled to get to my feet (and make a run for it before this guy who looked like an escaped con, ex-con, or would-be con, kills me) I could feel the nylon track pants sticking to my cummy ass. There must be a big wet spot there by now. And Mr.Mean noticed. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he said, sounding both playful and malicious at the same time. Fuck, I’m going to get bashed! Well, not if I can help it. I scrambled and made a dash back in the direction I’d come from. I could hear his large frame making tracks behind me, and his long strides gave him a distinct advantage. I was just about to turn a corner when he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall. “Try running again and you’ll regret it,” he hissed, really close to my face. His breath smelled like whiskey and cigarettes. He grabbed me by the upper arm and started dragging me back to where I’d run into him. “Where are you taking me?” I asked, struggled against his firm grip. He kind of snickered, and then said, “You just assaulted me. I think that it’s time to return the favour. You see, I know a thing or two about assault.” This creep is going to use me for a punching bag! He knows a thing or two about assault -that’s probably what got him sent to the clink! We stopped basically back where we had started. I glanced up at the building. The sign said ‘Wholesale Produce’. Evidently he works there. He kicked the door open and dragged me inside. I kind of hoped there was a night staff on and they might call 9-1-1 and save me, but the place appeared deserted. He locked me in a dark little closet while I heard him moving around outside, rummaging, shuffling. I’m not sure what he had planned. After an eternity, the door flew open and he dragged me out and over to an alcove area. All of the movement I had heard was him constructing a sort of makeshift bed, several thick blankets topped with a thick clear plastic sheet. He threw me down in the middle of it. “Take off your fucking clothes,” he ordered. I didn’t know if he was going to pull a gun on me or what, so I did as I was told. Sitting there naked, I could feel my butt hole quiver -was this fright, or just a natural reaction to my wet ass feeling all slippery on the plastic? He knelt down on the edge of the plastic and sneered at me. “Now I want you to push out all of that cum from you ass, you filthy pig. Make a nice big puddle there on the plastic.” Okay, now I was confused and really had no clue what was going on. But again I just did what I was told. I flexed my ass muscles and squirted every drop of that other stud’s load. Seeing it pool underneath me was insane. I couldn’t believe that so much cum came out of one man. And I also noticed several streaks of blood in there which wasn't really a surprise given what he'd done to my ass with that big club of his. Looking at it also made my dick stand up rock hard. It was involuntary, but I could smell the cum, too. What pig worth his salt wouldn’t have the same reaction? Mr. Mean chuckled, but it didn’t sound like a friendly chuckle. “Look at that little dick of yours bobbing around there. What a fucking little pig.” He reached out and slapped my left cheek. Surely not as hard as it could have been, but hard enough to sting. I hoped he was just trying to get my attention -which he had. “Now I want you to get on your fucking knees like a pig and lick all of that cum up,” he ordered. Suddenly I wasn’t scared anymore. Just incredibly aroused. I got on all 4’s and started licking. And slurping. “Slow down, you greedy fucking pig. Take your time or else,” he warned. I slowed down and focused on the texture and taste of the massive cum load. If this was to be my last meal, then I’d be very happy with that. As I licked, I stole glances at him. He’d gotten to his feet and began taking his clothes off. He was probably as tall as the man earlier, but not as bulky. Built very solid, but leaner. And apparently he was enjoying watching me eat the cum because when he removed his jeans a big dick swung out and waved around in front of him like a divining rod. Evidently it wasn’t water it was seeking out. He walked around me on the plastic sheet and I could feel him kneel down behind me. “Now that all of that cum is out of your hole, I can fuck you really good. I don’t want you too slick in there. I want you to feel everything I've got.” The cum would have been very welcome given that his dick was quite big, though not as large as the last man’s was. But a good 10 inches and thick. He wedged the head in my hole, then popped it out. He did that a few times, enjoying the initial penetration of the head as much as I was enjoying it. Over and over, and I began to moan and really get into it. I finished up the last of the cum. He pulled his dick out once again, and then jammed the entire thing full length into me. At least he wasn’t clamping his hand over my mouth like the last guy, and I let out a scream. Despite my butt being busted earlier, I was still sore from the intense pounding. That cum really would have come in handy. It didn’t take as long for me to get used to this big dick, though, and I was soon enjoying every long stroke of this big shaft, balls deep into my ass every time. And I was slamming my ass back to meet him, which he seemed to like. His hands on my hips pulled me down hard onto him, he growled and I could feel him blast my ass full of his hot sticky cum. He held me there while his balls emptied their entire load into me. When he was done, I let his dick slip out of me and he sat back onto his heels. I looked back over my shoulder, not ever sure if he would allow me to move. He was grinning which made him much more attractive, or maybe it was just because he’d just fucked me. “Well, that was a real breeding, and now you’re a real pig,” he said. “I hope you don’t mind poz cum, because I haven’t been on any meds in years,” he added, wearing a big smile. He seemed awfully proud of himself. Fuck, what are the odds of two poz guys breeding me in one night? My heart was pounding and I was filled with those mixed emotions again. On the one hand my whole body was tingling, and I loved feeling like a true fuck pig. On the other . . . more toxic cum in me? Seriously? I did not go looking for it, but it seems to keep finding me. I let out an involuntary laugh and he gave me a questioning look. “What the fuck is so funny about that?” I crawled around and sat back onto my heels facing him. “When I ran into you, a guy had just raped my ass and told me ‘Welcome to the club’. “ “So, what, you thought you’d run home and douche his poz cum out of you and it would all be fine?” he snickered. “It doesn’t work that way.” “No, I was running home to stick a butt plug up my ass and jack off,” I told him. I started to get up, figuring he’d gotten off, and we’re done. But he pounced on me, straddling my waist to pin me down to the plastic mattress. He leaned over me, stretching above my head to reach for his jeans. He pulled his cell phone out and hit a couple of buttons. Looking down at me with a shit-eating grin on his face, he said, “You’re gonna fucking love this.” Part 3 if you want it.

Snug in my bed, around 10:00 the next morning, I sensed Brad stretching next to me. Bring 6'6", he takes up a lot of the bed. Still with my eyes closed, I reached over to feel his chest and felt an extra pair of hands. I looked over to Brad and saw Justin lying next to him with a big smile on his handsome face. Justin is 6'4", so it's a good thing we have a big bed. Brad reached out to snuggle with Justin and I at the same time. This felt great having the three of us in bed together. Brad said to me, "Well, Rik, that was certainly a wild night. Are you OK with what happened?" I smiled and said, "Yeah, wild doesn't begin to describe last night ... and we should talk through our next steps." Justin piped up and said, "Um ... maybe I better leave you guys to talk. Sounds like you have some heavy shit to discuss." "Actually, Justin," Brad said, "I think one of the things we'd like you consider is being a part of our relationship." Justin looked at me and then Brad, then got a puzzled look on his face. He said, "We just got pozzed Rik last night and that's what you want to talk about?" I thought for a second and said, "I can take PEP within three days and stay neg if I want, but we should make that decision together as boyfriends." Justin said, "Fuck that is heavy shit. Can we grab a coffee go for a run first?" We grabbed some tank tops and shorts to head out for a run. it was a good idea that Justin had. A run was a perfect way to reflect on what we did and how the three of us should go forward ... together. Justin's big pierced cock flopped around nicely in the short, and Brad's sexy body was total eye candy. I'm usually the competitive one, liking to run ahead to keep a fast pace, but I really enjoyed the view of seeing the back side of Justin and Brad. With their athletic bodies and in the best of health, these two poz guys could have anyone they want. I'm a lucky guy to have them want me. It was a quiet run, and we were all thinking about last night and what we're going to do going forward. After getting a nice sweat on, we arrived at the outdoor exercise area in West Hollywood Park. There are rings, parallel bars and push-up bars there, so it's a nice spot to get a quick muscle pump. I threw off my tank top and went on the parallel bars to get in a set of dips. After a minute, I look over to Justin and Brad who are busting a gut - laughing at me. "What are you two up to", I asked. Justin spoke first, "Remember last night when we wrote on you with the marker?" All of a sudden, I remembered them writing "poz me," "cum slut," and "neg4poz" on my back ... and here I am in the middle of West Hollywood Park with my shirt off. I said, "I'm guessing it's still there, right?" At the same time they said, "Yep." Brad added, "Plus the arrow that leads to your hole!" All of a sudden Justin runs off and grabs my tank top. I should have seen this coming. Here I am in the middle of West Hollywood and I'm marked up asking to be converted. Brad took off running after Justin, and I had no choice but to go chasing after them. Shirtless in West Hollywood isn't a big thing, but advertising for poz cum doesn't happen every day. Stopping for the first red light crosswalk was brutal, but became easier as guys either pointed at me or made a comment to whomever they were with. With only one red light to go before I could get to my street, I hear, "Rik - call me sometime, I'll help ya out!" And there's the sexy Physician’s Assistant, Shawn, from my doctor's office. Fuck! Shawn has done my blood tests since I started playing with guys, and I've had the hots for him the whole time. Slightly shorter than me, he's in his 40's and is a 5' 10" stud muffin with a killer smile. Although before now, I've only seen him in his nursing scrubs, I've always perved over his vascular arms. He's joked with me that he wishes my veins were as easy to stick as his are. There's just something so sexy about a veiny guy. Full of embarrassment, I spoke up, "Shawn! What's going on? I was just out for a jog." Shawn smiled and said, "Looks like you were out looking for more than exercise. What's the "neg4poz" thing about?" Holy shit ... are we having this conversation now ... stopped on the sidewalk with all these guys reading what's written on my body? I said, "Well, it's kinda a long story..." Shawn said, "Let me guess, it was a dare?" Relieved at the great excuse, I said "Exactly. It was a dare." He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Bullshit." Crap... I said, "Shawn, I can explain it to ya, but can we walk to my place? It's just up the street and I should get this writing off me." He gave me a quick smile, and gave one more look to the writing on me. He said, "And you'll tell me more about why you wrote "poz me" on your back?" At that point I would have given him the PIN code to my debit card. I just wanted to get off the street. I turned and headed home with him in tow, "I'll explain it all, and I might need your help." At the last crosswalk, a guy behind us said, "There's the cumslut from last night!" I turned around and there was Bruce and David from the gym. Shawn saw the look of desperation in my eyes, then he slid his hand down the waistband of my shorts and gave my butt a squeeze. He looked back at the two guys and said, "I'm here to get the job done." With that he gave my nipple a tweak and we left the guys with their mouths hanging open. We got to my place and I heard the shower running, so I invited Shawn to have a seat so we could talk. I explained, "Here's the short version: Last night, my boyfriends and I went to the baths and got a little crazy. I took their poz loads, and also several other guys ... and I'm sure a couple of them were poz." I finished the sentence and sat back and let him absorb the message. There was no value in dishing up a lie, I had to tell the truth. Just then, Brad comes into the room carrying my shirt and wearing just his jockstrap, "Hey slut! I found your shirt... Oh.. sorry." "Brad, this is Shawn, my Physician's Assistant at my doctor's office. Shawn this is my boyfriend ... one of them." Brad said, "Let me put some shorts on, I'll be right back." Shawn gave a big smile and said, "Don't get dressed on my account!" Just then, Justin came out from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw Shawn, and his mouth dropped open. "Shawn, hey stud!" Justin and Shawn shared a kiss and a hug. "So you guys know each other" I asked. Shawn smiled and said, "Yes, we sure do, but that's not why I'm here. Let me ask a couple questions" Shawn continued, "Rik, you said you were bred by poz guys. Were the guys undetectable?" Justin interrupted, "No, I fucked him and I'm off my meds. With my viral load I might have pozzed him." Shawn asked Brad, "Are you poz as well?" Brad said, "Yes, but I'm on meds but undetectable." Shawn thought for a moment and said, "Well, if you're looking for judgmental moralizing, I'm not your guy, because you can get that shit anywhere. You have three days to get on PEP if you want to try to fight converting. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. Otherwise you can take your chances on your immune system fighting it. Or you can join your boyfriends and converting. Those are your options. I have an opinion, but Brad and Justin need to help you make that decision." The room was quiet for a couple minutes, and I said, "I think the three of us need to talk this through to figure out what to do. It's a big decision to allow the virus to take hold." Shawn nodded his head and gave a sympathetic look to the three of us. He said, "Justin knows a little of my story, but you guys don't. I've been poz for six years now. I was a bugchaser and found some guys to convert me in a way that was meaningful to me. I didn't make the decision lightly, and it was one of the most important ones I've ever made. I've never been on meds and don't plan on taking them. My viral load is in the millions and I seek out guys with high viral loads to make me even more toxic. I take care of myself in every way, and that includes getting bred with all the poz cock I can get. Having a toxic viral load is part of who I am." The room went quiet again, and Justin said, pointing to Brad and I, "And so you two know, Shawn pozzed me. He fucked his toxic load into me over several dates and I converted. That's how we know each other. I'm carrying his DNA. I wasn't chasing, but being with him convinced me to embrace being poz and share his virus. He didn't coerce me or force me into anything. When we did it, I was begging him to poz me ... I wanted his cum to convert me. I can never thank him enough." After a couple minutes to think about that, Shawn said, "If you want go to on PEP, here's my number. Call me day or night and I'll make it happen. If that works, you can go on PREP and fuck all the poz guys you want and stay negative. If you decide that's not right for you guys, no big deal. I'm here for you in any way you need. Unfortunately, I need to head to an appointment." He stood up first and I noticed he had a hard-on ... as did Justin under his towel and Brad's cock peeking out of the top of his jock. Everyone took quiet notice of the affect this conversation had on us. Before he walked out, I said, "Shawn, on the street you offered to help me out when you saw "poz me" on my back. Does the offer still stand?" Shawn smiled and said addressing my boyfriends, "First you guys figure out if PEP is right for Rik and the two of you. If you're going to join the Brotherhood, give me a call. It would be an honor to seed your hole and add my virus ... as long as your boyfriends agree." I gave Shawn a kiss and a hug and he walked out the door. With the three of us standing there with shameless erections. Brad said, "OK, that was totally hot in a perv kinda way." I agreed saying, "I've always thought he was hot and knowing he's not only poz but virulent makes him event hotter ... and I want to lick his veiny arms and legs. Fuck, wasted guys are hot!" That kinda just blurted out of nowhere, and the other guys just laughed at me. Justin said, "I feel like we're on the Maury Show ... Rik might be pregnant but we don't know who the father is." We all laughed at the idea. I looked at Brad and said, "If I was going to be poz, I always thought I wanted you to do give it to me." Brad looked at Justin and said, "Don't take that the wrong way. I'm that was before the three of us really bonded. And I think I know how he feels. I was stealth pozzed, so I don't know whose toxic cum got me." I looked at Brad, "If I didn't convert right now, would you go off your meds to build up your viral load? That way we would know for sure it was the toxic strain from only you guys that converts me." Brad grabbed me and gave me a big hug. He said softly into my ear, "Of course I would, if that's what you want to do. I'd love for Justin and I to be the ones to poz you." I felt Justin behind me and he joined in the hug ... mostly I felt his big cock against my crack. I said, "Hold that thought. I gotta shower. I stink and I need to get this marker off me." Brad smiled and said, "I was thinking of redoing it!" With a wink, Justin grabbed his cellphone, "Take your shorts off so I can capture this. We need to save this because maybe we'll use this for a template at the tattoo shop!" Being photographed like this had me rock hard. It was humiliating being treated as a piece of meat, but I get that my boyfriends had my best interests at heart. Brad said, "We gotta figure out where his biohazard tattoo goes!" I just looked at Brad and said, "Yeah, we need to talk about that if I turn poz." Brad's cock instantly got rock hard at that idea. Justin's cock was already poking out of his jockstrap, so we were all ready for play. I said, "I gotta shower ... be right out." It was good to shower off and relax for a couple minutes alone. A lot had happened in the last 24 hours and it was a lot to digest. I scrubbed off the marker that was on my front and hoped the loofa would take care of my back and butt. In a way, I have a feeling I was going to miss being marked. I dried off and found Brad and Justin in bed, with Justin lying back getting his cock sucked by Brad. I joined in to get Brad's cock in my mouth, while positioning my cock towards Justin. Brad's cock tasted great, and I love having him in my mouth to please him. Justin was playing with my cock while he was getting sucked off, and then moved to my balls and then my asshole. I moaned softly when he slid his finger into me. Brad said, "Oh, you want some more of that, huh? Brad pulled off Justin's cock and flipped me over onto my stomach and then onto my knees. Brad and Justin were behind me on their knees. I could feel their hard cocks against my legs, while they both played with my hole. Brad said, "Well, Rik, it looks like you're begging for another poz load up your hole. Is that what you want? Justin chimed in, "Fuck yeah, look how his hungry hole is relaxing for us. I think he wants our infected loads in him, don't you, slut?" (to be continued)

I was feeling the itch yesterday so I headed to the booths, arriving there around noon so I could take advantage of the lunch crowd. I was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, tennis shoes (but no socks). I paid the five dollar entrance fee and as I walked into the arcade area, the familiar bell announced my arrival. I heard a porn video playing, so I knew there was at least one other guy in the arcade, but as I walked down the main hall I saw a guy leaning against a booth door at the end. As I got closer I could see he was about 45, probably 5'10" (my height) and a little on the heavy side, probably 200 pounds. His hands were in his pockets and he appeared to be watching something going on in the dark back hallway. I walked past him in to the hall but had to stop because it was too dark to see. I moved to a small side wall and waited for my eyes to adjust, reaching in to my jeans to stroke my cock as I waited. Soon I could make out the outline of another guy against the opposite wall in the hall. He had his dick out and was stroking so I moved to the end of the hall next to the last booth. He patted my ass as I walked by him so I was hoping he wanted to fuck. When I got to the end of the hall I got my lube out, pulled my pants down to my knees, got some lube on my fingers then turned around and faced the wall as I lubed my ass. I had a couple fingers up my ass when the guy came up behind me and reached around for my boner. He started stroking me with one hand and then slid a finger into my ass with his other hand. I still had lube on my fingers so I grabbed his hard cock and began to rub it on my hole. He took his finger out of me and guided his cock in to my wet hole. As he fucked me slowly the guy from the other end of the hall came down to watch. I could see him stroking what appeared to be about six inches. I maneuvered myself around so I was facing him, all the time getting fucked. He came over the few short steps and put his cock right to my lips. I licked precum off the tip of his cock then slowly took him in my mouth as the other guy fucked me. The guy in my ass was tugging on my nipples and eventually gestured for me to remove my shirt. I pulled my mouth off of the cock I was sucking only long enough to get the shirt over my head, and then went right back down on the guy, enjoying the taste of his sweet precum. The guy fucking me picked-up his tempo, fucking faster and more frantically, and then grunted he was cumming. "Fuck that cum in to me," I moaned. He pushed hard and I could feel his cock throbbing so I knew I had a nice load inside me. He pulled out and slapped my ass and thanked me for a great fuck. I looked up at the guy I was sucking and paused to ask "You want sloppy seconds?" "Only if you are naked," he replied. I kicked off my shoes and pants and stood there in front of him and asked "Is this naked enough for you?" "I want to be able to see my cock going in you." I walked over to the end of the hall where there was some light and offered up my used hole. "Let me see your cummy pussy." I bent over and spread my ass cheeks and pushed some fresh cum from my hole. He slid a finger in and finger-fucked me for a while, then withdrew, and presented his finger for me to suck. Which I did without hesitation. This was apparently what he wanted, 'cause as I sucked his finger he slid his dick in to my ass, fucking me me hard. However, as he was completely horned-up he didn't last long, and soon filled my guts with my second load of cum. As he left he remarked "Thanks whore." I appeared to be alone now so I went to the middle booth that had a chair bolted to the floor. I lifted my legs up the wall so I could play with the cum in my ass. As I was fingering myself I heard someone come in. I left the door to the booth wide open, fingering my used cunt. After a minute or two a guy came back and walked right to my booth. He was a young kid, probably 18. He pulled out a monster cock and stroked it for a bit then came in to the booth with me. He fingered my ass then started rubbing the tip of his cock on my hole as I was still in the chair. He lifted me up then pushed in with one stroke. He was so hot with his big dick. He didn't even shut the door to the booth, fucking me as a couple more guys came in and watched us. He pounded my cum-leaking hole and finally pulled out and told me to get up. He took me out to the hall, dropped his pants, and having pushed me against the wall, he pounded his cock back into my ass. The other guys started stroking their cocks on my face as he fucked me. Finally, one of them came on my face and the other one said he was also getting ready. The kid told him to cum on his dick while he fucked me. I felt his hot jizz hit my ass cheeks and slide down the crack of my ass as I was getting fucked. I was close to cumming and told the kid so he pounded the guy's cum deep in to me then grabbed my hips as he shot his load deep in my gut. I blew my load against the wall as he pulled out of me. It was hot driving home with the loads of cum leaking out of my hole. I can't wait to go back.

At this point of the day, all three of us were bred with poz cum, and all was right with the world. I finally was bred by my hot boyfriend, by his poz support group buddy, and by another charged guy in the bathhouse. We left the dark room and headed downstairs for a shower and a Jacuzzi. It was good to take a break with Brad and Justin for a couple minutes. Brad said, "Rik, you still have all those poz loads in you?" "Yeah," I replied, "Gonna try and hold them in for a while." Brad asked, "Are you gonna be OK if you convert to being poz?" Justin joked, "I know of a good support group, if you need it!" I laughed, "We might need to call them up and have them stop by to breed me!" Brad and Justin looked at each other and smiled. Justin said with a wink, "We need to convert your boy. I'll start calling the support group guys and get them over here!" With that, they high-fived each other. Brad leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I want to help you get pozzed so we can cum in each other from now on. We'll get some newly converted guys to breed you." I said, "Yeah, I want that. I want two boyfriends so we can breed each other all the time." Justin said, "I need you guys too. We need to swap strains forever!" Brad and Justin looked behind me and both smiled. Brad said quietly, "Here we go..." My back was towards the Jacuzzi steps, so I didn't see who was getting in with us, but I caught his backside as he passed by to take a seat. He was tall like Brad, probably 6'5", lean, dark hairy legs and not much of a butt (which is fine with me). He sat across from me and took my breath away. He had a sexy hairy chest and had some scruff on his face. He looked me in the eyes and said, "I hear you're neg and want to get pozzed, is that right?" He didn't make any attempt to keep it quiet, and in fact said it loud enough for the other guys in the area to hear. My face went three shades of red. This was another defining moment for me. Either I'm in or I'm out. "Yeah" I said softly. Tall, dark and handsome said, "I didn't hear what you said, say it again." "Yes." "Yes, what?" It was time to own what I want. "I'm neg and I'm taking poz cum today. I want to be pozzed." I said it loud enough for him and most of the first floor to hear. My heart was pounding like a motherfucker. Tall, dark and handsome just smiled back at me. "I like that. Have you taken any loads yet?" "A couple," I said. "I pointed to Brad and Justin.”They bred me a couple hours ago." Tall, dark and handsome said, "That's hot. I have a high viral load, so if you want some of this, I'm in 215." The then stood up and showed me his rock hard uncut 9" cock that was pointing up to one of the sexiest biohazard tattoos I've never seen. He reached over to tweak my nipples and I grabbed his poz cock and felt his low-hangers. All I could say was "Oh yeah, I need that!" With that, he walked out of the Jacuzzi, dried off and left. Justin said "Well, that was hot!" "Oh my god," said Brad. "He's smokin' hot ... And it sounds like he'll help get the job done." I said, "Let's dry off and take a walk." We dried off and got new towels again. Well, Brad and Justin got towels. They said I needed to be naked for the rest of the day. And I was OK with that. At the front desk, I noticed a magic marker laying on a clipboard. I had an idea. I asked the attendant, "Can I write something down real quick? I'll give it right back." He handed it under the window and went back to checking in people. Both Brad and Justin looked at me wondering what the fuck I was up to. I grabbed Justin and gave him a big sloppy kiss, and did the same to Justin. I presented the marker and said, "Write on me. Let guys see what we're doing." It was like instant Viagra. All three of us were rock hard at the idea. Brad turned me around and drew an arrow from my mid-back pointing down to my asshole. He handed the marker to Justin. "That's all you got? That's lame" said Justin. I felt Justin writing stuff all over my backside. I had no idea what he was doing, but my precum was oozing all over. "There, that's how you do it." Justin said, handing it back to Brad. Brad said, "Turn around" and started writing on me. They both had big smiles and were really getting into this. He wrote on my pecs, abs, down to my pubes and cock. He stood up to admire his work and Justin nodded his head in approval. They high-fived each other and then Justin gave the marker back to the attendant. Justin said, "Let's go back upstairs, we can get other guys to write oh him more if we need to." My balls were aching at this point, I really needed to blow my load, but it wasn't time yet. I don't think there was anyone in the building that didn't know my story earlier, but they sure do now. As we walked the halls, guys would give me a look and then give me a nod. There were two black guys in the hallway talking as we walked up. One of them looked at me and said, "Rik - the Neg bugchaser?" Brad answered for me and said, "Yeah, we're filling him up with charged loads ... Rik, bend over and show him your hole!" Right there in front of anyone walking by, I bent over and spread my asscheeks. Both black guys rubbed their hands over my ass. One of them slid a finger inside my hole and said to his friend, "he's loose already." He went from one finger to two fingers to four fingers very quickly. I moaned, "OH fuck yeah, that feels great! Feel my cunt!" My cock was drooling precum at both the humiliation and how slutty I was becoming. Justin said, "We're in 213 if you want more of this slut." The guy slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass, and I felt cum ooze out and run down my legs. We continued our walk, making sure guys saw us walking around with hard-ons and my freshly inked advertising written on me. When Brad saw someone in a room, or when we would pass someone in the hallway, he said "213," making sure guys knew our room number. We turned the corner and coming our direction was Dave and Bruce, two guys from 24 Hour Fitness. Brad and I have known them from the gym for a long time. I didn't plan on seeing anyone I know here today. They both stopped and stared at me, while reading what was written on my body. Dave said, "What's up with this? What are you guys doing?" Justin said, "Isn't it apparent? We're pozzing him up!" Brad reached behind me and slipped a couple fingers up my hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and how hot it was. I looked at them and said, "I need a charged load up my hole." Dave and Bruce just replied, "Oh!" and kept on walking. I'm not sure whose world was rocked more, theirs or mine. I suppose those gossip queens will be talking this up on Monday at the gym, since they know everyone in town. We got back to the room and I finally got a look at what my poz boyfriends wrote on me. Reading backwards I could read "poz me" "cumslut" "neg4poz" and I had no idea what Justin did on my backside. Didn't care - just glad that the two most important guys in my life are getting me gifted. I laid on the mattress on my back as we got settled. Brad left the door open and then turned to me. "Let's get you some poisoned cum" he said. Justin straddled my head and lowered his cock into my mouth. Brad raised my legs up and handed them to Justin. Brad then slid his poz cock up my cummy hole. He worked in and out slowly, not trying to cum, but trying to attract breeders. I heard Justin say, "You want to breed our boyfriend? Leave the door open and fuck him." I felt some hands feeling up my body, tweaking my nipples, feeling my abs and my cock and balls. Brad said, "He needs poz cum. Can you help him out?" "Yeah, I can charge him up" was all I heard before I felt a huge cock slam up my hole. Justin pulled out of my mouth so I could see my new breeder. He was one of the black guys we saw in the hallway, and clearly I missed seeing his huge cock when me met earlier. My new breeder said, "My buddy won't let me fuck him ... and the way your hole felt, I knew I had to poz you." Just then his buddy walked in and asked, "Can I watch?" Justin asked, "Do you want to fuck his face while your buddy breeds this cumdump?" With no hesitation, he climbed up and fed me his uncut cock. Justin took this opportunity to feel up the guy in my mouth, as I knew Brad was feeling up the guy who was in my asshole. I could hear the other guys in the room jacking their lubed cocks as they watched me get bred. It was hot knowing everyone there knew what I'm chasing. I heard the guy fucking my mouth say to Justin, "Yeah, rub your cock on my asshole ... I'm close." Justin said, "If you don't blow your load down his throat, I'm going to breed you!" Brad took Justin's cue and said to the guy fucking me, "Feel my cock against your hole? My precum is getting you all wet. I might have to breed you too!" "Breed him, Justin" "Yeah, you breed yours "Brad" Neither of my poz boyfriends had a chance to slide inside, because the nasty poz chat had the black guys all worked up. The guy fucking me yelled, "Here I go, bitch! I'm cumming up your hole!" The guy in my mouth said "Fuck! Here I go too!" Simultaneously, I got huge loads that must have been saved up for days. The guy still in my ass said, "I haven't fucked a neg guy since I converted. I love that." These hot guys creamed both of my holes. I swallowed up as much as I could, but some escaped onto my face. My asshole was leaking like crazy, but it felt amazing. Both guys pulled out and gave me a couple pats on my ass, and then they walked out. Brad and Justin sat on the bed next to me and said, "That was hot, but he needs more poz cum." They both bent down to give me a three-way kiss so the three of us could make out. I couldn't love these two more than I did right then. While we were making out, I felt a new hand rub my ass. I moaned softly and opened my legs to our new guest without looking. Brad and Justin silently checked the guy out and then returned to making out. The guy playing with my ass had three fingers up my hole and was working up to four. "Fuck that feels good" I said to Justin and Brad. "He's making my hole feel great." The boys whispered words of encouragement to relax my hole, that I need to open it up. I felt his fingers work in and out of my hole, and felt him tuck his thumb in with his other four fingers. "Yeah, open up for me," our new guest said. "I’m here to give you the fuck-flu!" It was Tall, Dark and Handsome.

This is the first story for me, and to a certain paragraph it is directly as it happened. I had a hard on the whole time I wrote it ... I hope you enjoy.

This happened close to 20 years ago, but I still remember it vividly as it is still one of the hottest sex episodes of my life. I was in El Paso, Texas on business for a few days. I had had a few really fun times at a very seedy xxx movie theater in the downtown area that week. The place was always full of Latino dick of every age, size and type. I was in heaven sucking on all the foreskin being fed to me in that place. But I had heard of a place out on the outskirts of town. Fiesta XXX Drive-In and sex shop. The place really way out in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere. I arrived there in the late afternoon and to my surprise the parking lot was quite full. I parked and entered the sex shop. I quickly found the arcade area. There was a large room with perhaps 10 or 12 video booths, some with glory holes. There was also a small video room with some ratty chairs and sofas. The room smelled of dried cum. There were even several puddles of fresh cum on the floor and on the leather of the sofa. The room was quite dark, and always a few guys in there. The arcade had a consistent group of at least a dozen guys cruising the booths and video room. I spent close to two hours sucking dicks through the glory holes and in the video room, sucking on well over a dozen cocks, and had been fed six or seven loads down my throat in that time. I was one of the few Caucasian guys there, as most of the guys were Mexican, in addition to a few black guys. I even got into a hot 69 with a young Latino kid on the sofa of the video room. I was getting tired and hungry, so I had decided I'd had enough. I was just getting ready to leave to head back into town to clean up and get some dinner. Just as I started to walk out of the video room I saw a newcomer: a tall, handsome, muscular guy who appeared to be half Black, half Latino. He had to be at least 6' 3" or taller, and was masculine and rough looking. I got the impression he may have been a construction or road repair worker. Anyhow, we made eye contact as he entered the room and he rubbed his crotch and sat down on one of the ratty sofas. I turned and walked back into the room and sat next to him on the sofa. He looked at me and continued to rub his crotch. Then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his crotch. "Suck me" he demanded. I leaned over as he pressed my face into the denim of his pants. I then got down on my knees, between his legs and began to unzip his fly. He unbuckled his pants and pulled his dusty Levi's and briefs down to the floor. His cock was already rock hard, and was a nice eight inch uncut dick with ample foreskin covering his cock head. In addition to his impressive length, it was one of the thickest dicks I had ever seen. I took it into my mouth and sucked and gently chewed on his gorgeous foreskin, sucking on it, flicking it with my tongue. Then I slid my tongue up into the foreskin and licked his piss slit. "Good faggot" he said, as he pressed my head further down onto his cock. The thickness made it difficult to take him too far down my throat, but I did the best I could before gagging and coming up for air. While I was sucking on him, he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Then he lifted his legs, exposing his huge, low hanging balls and hairy asshole. "Suck my balls, queer." I did as I was told. His balls were salty and smelled of sweat. The smell was intoxicating. I licked both his balls, then took each of them into my mouth. "Lick my ass" he grunted, as he lifted his knees to his chest. I licked under his balls and down to his dark, puckered asshole. "Nice job, fag. Lick my hole, queer". I loved the names. And I really went to work licking and eating his nasty hole. I had my tongue as deep in his hole as I could get it. He was spreading his ass cheeks, giving me as much access to his hole as I could get. As I was eating his hole, several of the guys came around us, each man stroking his cock as he watched me servicing this hot, dark and aggressive guy. A skanky looking Mexican drag queen was trying to horn in and tried to suck his cock as I was licking his ass, but the top pushed the skank away, growling "Fuck off, Bitch!" Then he grabbed me under the arms, pulling me up as he stood up. "Come with me". He grabbed his pants and shoes and took me by the hand, pulling me with him as we left the video room and entered a private video booth. No sooner was the door closed than he pushed me back to my knees and I happily went back to sucking on his beautiful cock. As I was sucking him, he bent over, sliding his hand down inside the back of my sweatpants, finding my asshole. He rubbed my hole, obviously wanting to fuck me. At this time I was petrified of HIV, and rarely letting guys fuck me. Moreover, the few times I had been fucked, I had insisted the top use a condom. On this occasion, however, I had no condoms, and honestly wasn't interested in getting fucked in a filthy video booth, but the top obviously seemed to have his mind on putting his dick in my ass. He kept fingering and massaging my hole. "Show me your pussy, faggot" he demanded as he stood up and took a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers from the pocket of his Levi's. "No," I replied, "I don't fuck in these places." Without saying a word, he turned me around and pushed me over. "No", I said as I struggled to get away. I was starting to get very nervous. This guy was 6 or 7 inches taller than me. As well as being incredibly muscular. His power was both a turn on and frightened me. Because I was wearing sweatpants, he had no problem pulling my pants and briefs down over my ass with one quick yank. He had me bent over and his cock was pressing into my ass crack. "Please don't", I begged. "You're too big. I won't be able to take you", I said. "Shut up, faggot. You want this cock, so shut the fuck up". I felt the cold lube being drizzled down my ass crack. He also reached around me and said, "Here. You'll need to popper up". He handed the bottle of poppers to me. I was too frightened to resist much longer. There was no way I could overpower him to get away. So I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers. I was going to need all the help I could to take his big, thick dick inside me. He pressed the lube up inside me. I could hear him squeeze more onto his bareback cock. Then I felt the piercing pain of his cock start to press into me. "STOP", I begged. But, he paid no attention. He continued to press into me. I took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers. The pain was intense. But, I was powerless to get away from this guy. Once he had gotten most of his cock inside me, he began to pump. Tears filled my eyes from the pain as I continued to beg for him to pull out. But then I felt him grab me around the waist and really began to pump. Slamming his cock deep into me, then pulling nearly out of me, before slamming back into me again. I had resigned myself that I was going to have to endure this. "Please put a condom on", I pleaded. "Shut the fuck up, Fag," as he continued to pound my white hole. "Oh, please. Don't cum in me" I whimpered. He paid no attention to me as he continued his assault on my hole. My ass was miraculously adjusting to his monster cock. It was actually starting to feel good. I continued to sniff poppers to help me relax my ass. It was helping. Finally, I gave up the struggle and began to enjoy the incredible feeling of his bare cock slamming deeply into my ass. My head was banging against the walls as he rammed into me. Without any warning he slammed even deeper into me and held it there. I could feel his cock throbbing as he let out a loud groan. "AHHHGGG...!!! FUCKKK...!!!" he grunted as he filled my ass with his load. He pulled his cock from me so quickly that it made a popping sound as his cockhead left my ass. I collapsed onto the chair in the booth as he pulled on his pants and slipped on his shoes. Without saying a word, he unlocked the door and exited the booth. My head was spinning from all the poppers I'd been sniffing. He had left the bottle of poppers with me and I saw the bottle of lube laying on the floor of the booth. Just as I bent down to pick up the lube, the door of the booth opened again. A heavy set Mexican guy walked in. He locked the door, turned to face me and pulled out his uncut dick. "No. I'm done", I protested, as I reached down to pull up my sweatpants. But he continued to put his cock in my face. What the hell, I thought. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him as he hardened in my mouth. "Show me your pussy," he said, adding in a whisper "I'm gonna seed that cum filled white pussy of yours." I was too tired to put up a fight. I stood and bent over. Holding onto the chair and took another deep hit of poppers. Without any hesitation or lube, he slammed into me in one swift move. He thankfully didn't take too long to cum. He was grunting loudly as me pounded my hole. Within just a few minutes he grunted loudly and shot his load into me. "Gracias," he said as he pulled out, quickly pulled up his pants and exited my booth. I knew I couldn't take any more. I pulled up my sweatpants. I did my best to pull myself together and exited the booth. Heading to the exit of the arcade a young Latino asked "Hey, Papi. Want another load?" I laughed as I passed him. "Not today. Maybe tomorrow". I drove back into town. Got back to my room totally exhausted. I didn't even have the energy to shower and dress for dinner. I called room service and had dinner sent to my room, as I tried to replay the afternoons events in my head. I jacked off as I relived the frightening, but exciting time I had being overpowered by that hot guy in my booth.

Author's Note: I've read this forum for a long time, but this is my first post. I have a plan for this story, but it isn't completed. This is a slightly fictionalized amalgamation of several different events that have happened to me over the past 2 or 3 years. I welcome any feedback that might improve my storytelling in the future. ___________________________________________ I had been taking a little pnp break to let my body rest from all the parTyinG. I was 2 months into a planned 3 month break, but decided there wasn’t anything wrong with a little bit of sober play time. I went to the bathhouse after work, figuring I’d hop into the sling and take a load or two and see what happened. After checking in and showering, I walked around naked–I prefer not to use a towel. I saw a 40-something, bald leather daddy type watching a movie in the porn room and rubbing a huge bulge that made my ass twitch. That’s usually not my type, but I was feeling slutty so I figured I’d see if he had a load for me. I sat down next to him made eye contact and smiled. He didn’t smile back, but just motioned for me to follow him, which I obediently did. Back in his room, he turned on the light and motioned for me to sit down. I misinterpreted his gesture, thinking he wanted me on my back, but he grabbed me and placed me in a seated position. Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a prepared syringe. I protested, still wanting to stay sober a few more weeks. “Shut the fuck up,” he snapped. Those were the first words he’d spoken and they made me lust for him. I love a man who takes control. I knew that I wouldn’t have any choice in what happened until he was done with me. He wrapped a belt around my arm, and found a vein. I’ve never been able to slam myself, and never even brought myself to watch the needle go in when someone else did it for me. This time was different. I watched every step. He expertly found a vein and gently pushed the point through my skin and into my vein. I watched as he pulled back on the plunger and a bright red flash appeared in the chamber of the syringe. He loosened the belt and in one fluid motion pressed down on the plunger emptying the contents of the rig into my vein. I can still feel what happened next as if it was happening now. For the tiniest fraction of a second, it felt cool. The liquid was colder than my blood. I didn’t cough, but gasped for air as my heart sped up and my ears rang. Then a warmth began in the center of my chest and spread out through my entire body, rippling out in every direction, vibrating and pulsing through every square inch of my body. I realized that I was no longer in control. I was a slave to a man who had slammed me with an unknown amount of crystal meth. I knew that I would do whatever depraved thing he told me to do. His desires would become mine. As the waves of chem-induced pleasure turned into a flood of desire, I was aware of only one thing–my ass. It needed to be filled with cock and cum. I hoped it would be rough and I needed it to not stop for a very long time. Just then, my leather daddy reached back and slapped me across the face with his open hand, surprising me and leaving my cheek warm and tingly. “Come on faggot. You’ve got work to do.”

This is my first story. I am trying to narrate this part in view of a Daddy. An old lady, who lived in the opposite apartment of me, moved out and rented her apartment to a young jock in his mid 20's. He wore sweat pants and sleeveless t-shirt on the first day. He was clean shaven with short brown hair and green eyes. A couple days later, I drummed up the courage to go over and introduce myself. His name was AJ and he was a nice jovial guy, but a bit arrogant with his looks. He wore a very tight sleeveless t-shirt that depicted his muscular chest and flat abs. His nipples were peering through his sweat drenched t-shirt. I introduced myself and we made small talk for a few minutes. Upon my leaving I turned around and he was bent at the waist working on cleaning the floor of the house, the sight of his bulbous butt, made my dick harden in the very instance. As I stood there mesmerized by this vision of twin mountains, separated by a long and very deep valley, I could not help but fantasize about what it would be like to drill my 10 inch tool in that oversized bubble booty. A couple days later AJ was outside moving his furnitures, dressed in nothing but a small short. The weather was very hot that day, made his muscled athletic torso glistening with sweat, and when he turned around, you could see his sweat following the line of his back all the way down the back of his shorts, creating a long inviting river of sweat, entrenched deep between his basketball size melon butts, which were bouncing up and down with each step. I went over with a couple bottles of cold beer, and said "You need to take a break, kind of hot to be mowing the furniture this time of the day", He accepted the beer with a smile and we started chit chatting about the weather. He invited me to sit on his black sofa in his room in the back of the house which was totally enclosed. He grabbed a towel from a chair and wiped the sweat from his face, neck and chiseled torso, he then took off his shoes and wiped his feet and discarded the towel to the ground. He sat back on the chair and proceeded to unbuttoned his shorts, There he says, "that's better now, and thanks to you this beer hits the spot", "Glad to hear it" I said. We continued to talk about random things, then all of a sudden, he dropped his sweat drenched shorts to the ground, and there he was standing in front of me in his white briefs, which by now have become transparent from the sweat. He then asked me to help him with another chore he had to do, which was to fix a light in the ceiling and he needed me to hold the ladder, since it was an old one and weak. My eyes could not look away from those overstuffed cushions wrapped in a see through white briefs riding up his crack, exposing a part of his lower gluts, not that the rest wasn't covered, not much left to the imagination and I was not complaining. He set up the ladder and stepped up to the sixth step with his tools.I stepped on the last step of the ladder looking up this magnificent view of my neighbor's voluminous melon ass, spread like a work of art just inches away from my face. On a dare I stepped up the ladder closer, by now he stepped down a notch and my face was just 2 inches away from his melon ass, I could smell the musk of his sweat and gigantic bubbles. He must have felt my breath on his ass cheeks, since he bent over, expanding the size of his already over inflated mammoth ass. By then my dick was rock hard and peeking out of my shorts, fascinated with the sight of such a beefy ass and the musk it produced, I pressed my nose in his crack very gently, sniffing the man scent which sent chills down my spine and my dick was oozing pre-cum. At that moment, I felt a pressure that enveloped my entire face, by then he had stepped further down and his basketball size melons were pressed firmly on my face, my nose deep in his butt crack. Without hesitation, I reached with both hands and pulled down his underwear below his massive basketball size buns, there they were in all its glory, then I squeezed my hands around his gigantic bulbous ass, and licked his entire posterior, I then separated his mammoth ass cheeks and exposed his pink manhole. He quivered and moaned, "Come on, Fuck my ass !", "That's what you wanted? Huh faggot?", I said with a hard slap on his bulbous ass with my right hand leaving bright red spot on his cheek and then he replied, "OUCH!!! Yes, Plow my big fat ass without mercy", to which i shouted "Fuck Yeah! You are my bitch now, and that big melon ass is mine to use not yours from this time", then I pulled his firm bubble butts further apart then started to spit and finger fuck him, which drove him wild. He arched his bubble booty back even more then squirmed all the while perched on the ladder, "Yeah, Yeaahhh! drill my fuckin ass, slap it! slap it! yeaaahhh!! Come on, fuck my ass!". "Ohhh, motherfucker! you gonna make me fuck you, Motherfucking Faggot!", i replied, at that point my dick couldn't take more, but i said "If you want this 10 inch dick in your meaty ass, do as i say, it is not that easy to get this cock in your holes". I showed him my tool for the first time, his mouth was wide open with surprise, "OMG!!! 10 inch, Please shove it deep in my ass". The bitch immediately started licking my cock, then i slapped him vey hard in the face, making half of his face cheek bright red. He cried a little but without taking his eyes off my cock. I told him, Ït is a privelege for you to see my cock and take it in your open dirty mouth and that big melony shitty ass. Dont ever touch it without my permission. You are not deserved for this.". He cried out, "Take me as your slave bitch! I've never seen a cock of this size. Please accept this slut, i'll do anything as per your wish". I went near to his face and asked him to open his mouth, he opened it very widely expecting a big juicy 10 incher in his mouth with eagerness in his eyes, then i opened my zipper, took my cock out and pissed in his mouth. I expected a shock and crying from this bitch boy but he drank all the piss without missing a drop and even licked his lips after with a slight satisfied smile. I realised then this arrogant jock was a slutty whore who cannot resist a 10 inch snake. He still didnt took his eyes off my cock, i slapped him again in the face and zipped the trousers and proceeded to move out of the house. He ran to me like a dog in all fours with his tongues out looking at my cock in the trouser, i spit on his tongue and kicked his extra large bubble butt with my foot leaving a bright red adidas foot mark in his right ass cheek, "Not so fast, You slutty whore! Your meaty melon butt is not a match for my 10 inch cock, do as i say and wait for your turn. Now go inside you faggot!". I slammed the door hard and left for my apartment thinking how slutty he is and how to devour his ass. I also patte myself for reducing this arrogant jock to a slutty whore which is actually his true place. ... to be continued

Today I went to an adult book store and I sucked a man’s cock... If you saw me on the street you wouldn’t suspect a thing. To the average passerby I am a “normal”, heterosexual, masculine, alpha-type, jock guy. I’ve been attracted to women ever since my balls dropped. I date women, I love women, I fuck women - I always have and I always will, but when I was a sophomore in college I discovered the wonderfully perverted and easily accessible world of Craigslist. On Craigslist, you can search for any kind of hookup you want. Sure, the odds of finding another genuine person that’s interested in meeting you is incredibly low, but whether you’re browsing and posting in the M4M, M4W, MW4M, T4M, M4T, or whatever, you can, with enough effort, find pretty much whatever you’re looking for. And so, as a sophomore in college that wasn’t getting nearly as much pussy as he wanted, I turned to Craigslist as a release for my pent up sexual energy. In my youth I was, and still am, totally straight - in the sense that I genuinely only have a romantic attraction for women - but ever since I first became aware of my sexuality I’ve realized that pretty much anything sexual turns me on: straight, gay, bi, lesbian, trans, sci-fi, serious kink, whatever - it gets my dick hard. Hopefully it would make Alfred Kinsey proud to know that I consider myself to be romantically straight, but I can enjoy having sex with all kinds of people. So let’s work on fast forwarding to the fun bit….my twenties were full of dating women, fucking women, and occasionally, mostly during slow periods where I wasn’t fucking pussy, fucking trans women and getting fucked by men. That last part of that sentence might have thrown you. As a masculine guy that fits the classic definition of “hetero” I am inclined toward fucking women and fucking trans women, yet I am also inclined toward getting fucked / being a cock sucker for other men. After contemplating this reality for most of a decade I feel pretty comfortable explaining it thusly: with women (cis or trans) I like to play the traditional “guy” role, but with men, I enjoy the power swap of taking a bottom or even a submissive role. Make of it what you will…. So, with all of that said, here is the real story that you came looking for...I’m am 30 years old, living on the opposite side of the country that I grew up on, white, about 6 feet tall, handsome enough with blue eyes and blond hair and a fit casual athlete’s build. I’ve been in a monogamous relationship with a girl for about six months. The sex has been great, but lately I’ve had a horny itch that no amount of fucking my girlfriend can take care of. About 10 years ago, when I was fresh out of college, I finished up a short Craigslist M4M binge (my first dive into man-sex) by visiting a local porn shop that had private video booths with gloryholes in them. On that first visit to a porn shop I ended up sucking the cock of, and getting fucked (safely), by the big black cock of the front desk worker. It was a one time thing, but it’s a memory that makes me hot to this very day. So I know that adult book stores exist, and I know what goes on within the pitch black realm of the video booths...and I think it’s fucking hot. Today I had an appointment in a neighboring town that’s only about 10 miles away. On my way to the appointment in the morning I realize that today would be a great day to stop by the local porn shop and pick up some fresh poppers (thank you Craigslist gay guys for informing me about poppers!) During my appointment my mind is constantly distracted with the thought of walking into the porn shop (always so seedy yet so exciting) and asking for a little brown bottle of Rush or Amsterdam or the like. Just before noon I finish up my work at the appointment and I head over to the porn shop. I get there right at noon and am pleased to find that there’s one parking spot left - perfect. I walk into the shop fully intending to just buy a couple of bottles, and then head home to work and get through the rest of my day. I knew that with some hot porn I had already started downloading, and the fresh poppers, I’d have a nice night of jacking my cock ahead of me. But as I stood at the counter with the clerk ringing up my purchase a thought crept into my head, “it might be fun to spend a couple bucks in the arcade...sitting in a shitty folding chair, flipping the channels through hot, but unimaginative porn, sniffing these fresh poppers, and jerking a load or two out...aaaaand maybe inviting one of the waiting sketchballs (they’re always there aren’t they?) into the booth with me so I can suck his cock, or better yet, hopefully there’s a gloryhole in my booth so I can suck some cock anonymously....” As I finished up my purchase at the counter, guess what I decided? The clerk handed me my two bottles of poppers (one bottle of standard Rush and one bottle of Jungle Juice Platinum - both cold from the fridge) I handed him some cash in exchange for video coupons, and then I headed into the incredibly dark and seedy video area. As I pushed open the door the separate the video area from the main shopping area I noticed that there were about six or seven booths to the left and there were about four booths to the right. I could make out the rough shapes of two guys waiting in the shadows. I hadn’t admitted it to myself but my subconscious knew that I wanted to get a booth with a gloryhole, but this was my first time in this store’s video area and I didn’t even know if any of the booths had holes, so I just randomly headed toward the cracked door of an apparently unoccupied booth at the back left of the room. Once in the room I closed the door, noticed that there was no chair, and fished around in my pockets for the bottles of poppers. The poppers were still way too cold to be useful but I set about tearing off their wrappers and holding them tightly in my fists so they could begin to warm up. After noticing that this booth didn’t have a hole I thought about moving to another booth, but I figured that I might as well stay here and get some juices flowing before venturing back into the main room. So I slid a coupon into the video machine, clicked through the pornos, settled on an Evil Angel flick with two chicks doing obscene things to each other’s holes while a random dude occasionally injected his dick into the equation. As I stood there watching I thought about how absolutely seedy this porn shop scene was, and that, more than the porno playing on the screen, got my dick growing. After a few minutes I had my pants unbuttoned, the popper bottles under my armpits (a quick thank you to my years in the Army) and my hand lazily caressing the length of my cock. At some point a person tried to open my door from the other side, but I had engaged the lock so I remained alone in the booth. The jostle at the doorknob got my mind racing though...other cocks (presumably) were interested in having fun with me...that’s hot. After another couple of minutes I had warmed the popper bottles up to approximately room temperature so I took a hit. That familiar, exciting, and incredibly slutty feeling rushed into my body. After holding the hit in my lungs for a few seconds I exhaled and reveled in the feeling of absolute hornyness taking hold. With that big bold push I unlatched the door and walked into the main area of the video booth room. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could now see that one guy was standing awkwardly between the frame of the main entrance, and the frame of the closest video booth. If I opened the video booth closest to him he’d essentially be squished behind the door. Most of the 10 or so doors in the room were solidly closed and I had no idea if this meant that they were in use or not. I pulled one open, peered in, and was disappointed to see that there wasn’t a gloryhole. I did the same with another booth, and then again with a third. It appeared that none of the booths had holes. Bummer. So my attention turned back toward the booth closest to the main entrance. I pulled the door open and stepped inside. Obviously, this booth was exactly like the booth I had first settled in, but this one did have a chair which was nice. I took a seat in the chair, made sure the door was closed but not locked (important) and fired up a porno. After just a couple of minutes I pushed the door slightly ajar and waited. Within 10 seconds a man entered. I couldn’t see much, but I could tell that he was the same guy that had been hiding (of sorts) along the wall between the main door and my booth’s door. He closed the door behind him, shuffled a step or two into the small booth, and then asked me, “Which do you prefer” in a very pleasant not-American but fairly indistinguishable accent. I responded with, “I like both” which he seemed to appreciate. I quickly put a hand to his crotch, and he stuck a hand down to my hard cock which I had previously released by unbuttoning my pants while sitting in the chair. Before I knew it he had dropped his pants and standing proudly before me was a impressively thick, perfectly long uncut cock with trimmed pubes. Fucking jackpot! My first thought upon seeing this perfect specimen of manliness was, “What are the fucking odds of unbuttoning a stranger’s pants in a porn booth and getting a cock like this?” I looked up at the guy to attempt to see his face, and was pleased to see that he looked to be pretty fucking normal. Probably a professional guy of some sort - like me, which was nice. And with that thought I opened my mouth and began to worship his cock like it deserved to be worshipped. I was sitting in a shitty metal garden chair inside a tiny porn booth and Mr. No Name was standing to my eleven o’clock. The angle was slightly awkward, but I had enough range of motion to give his cock the attention it deserved. With my own cock sticking straight up out of my pants I worked on his thick member (I’m 7 inches long, cut, straight as an arrow, but not remarkably thick so I enjoy playing with “better” cock) while he leaned over and fished a coupon out of his pocket. He paid absolutely no attention to the porn on the screen as he rolled his head back in apparent bliss. After a few minutes of sucking his nice cock I sent a hand into my pocket to grab the poppers. I brought the bottle up to my nose and inhaled. Then, as a nice cocksucker should, I offered Mr. No Name a hit of my poppers. He took the bottle and began to inhale as I continued to suck on his cock. His cock was great: big but not too big, trimmed (I hate errant pubes), freshly showered, and hard as a rock. Fuck, it felt good in my mouth. Without any hesitation I began to demonstrate my minimal skills at deepthroating. I gave it a good effort and enjoyed his rough, but what I took to be appreciative, thrusts into my throat. After several minutes of worshipping his cock he leaned over to taste my hard cock. His mouth felt fucking wonderful and I immediately came to the realization that there was no way that I could endure more than a minute of his sucking. I had just enough time to unscrew the cap of a popper bottle, take a hit, and then send my hand down to my cock head to guard it from his wonderful fucking mouth - I was horny as shit but I just didn’t want to cum yet. He stood up and my mouth went back to his cock. We must have spent about 10 minutes playing this game of him sucking me for a minute, and me sucking him for 2 to 3 - back and forth. I felt like it was a fair trade At some point a jostle of the doorknob sent him into scared freakout mode, but within seconds he had checked the lock on the door, I had whispered a “what’s up?” and then his hand was back on my head and pushing me down onto his cock. All was good. After about 15 minutes he started to make really enthusiastic sounds. I really wanted to feel his thick cock explode it’s (hopefully) big load in my mouth. I could tell that he was a little disappointed that I hadn’t let him suck my cock too much, but I was determined to make it up to him by blowing his mind with my blowjob. Without warning, his cockhead began to pulse and I knew that the great moment was upon us. And then, at that exact fucking moment, the doorknob jostled again. Mr. No Name turned his body away from me to face the door, his cock head popped out of my mouth and began to spurt thick, hot, white cum all over the frame of the door that he was now facing. I couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle as my hand darted to his cockhead, his hips dipped and bucked with the power of his orgasm, and his hand grasped the already locked doorknob to guarantee that it wouldn’t be opened by whoever was outside. Ten seconds after his orgasm began he started to regain his composure. I looked up at him, spit and pre-cum covered lips shining, and said, “What’s your email?” I don’t play with guys very often anymore, but I had the feeling that this guy was a keeper and it’d be nice if we could reconnect in the future under better circumstances at some point. He stared at me kind of blankly, and then seemed to understand what I was saying as I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone. I unlocked it, opened up a notes page, and handed it to him. He typed in a coherent but seemingly random Gmail address, and then he buttoned up his pants, got his shit in order, and then left the booth. Since I hadn’t busted my nut yet (intentionally) I figured that I’d stay in the booth and use the the two coupons that I still had. With my cock still out, I fed in the coupons, clicked through the channels, and sat back and explored my mind with thoughts of how fucking dirty it was that I had just sucked off a random dude in a porn shop video booth. Fuck. Hot. Crazy. As I sat there jerking by myself some rando tried to open to the door. It would have been hot to attempt to please another dick, but it was still just lunch time and I knew that I needed to get my poppers buzz settled before walking out, driving home, and getting some more work done. And so it was that I sat there, jerked my cock, and blew my load in a dirty-ass porn booth. Earlier this evening, and a few hours after getting home from this escapade, I sent an email to the address that Mr. No Name gave me. I didn’t want to say anything too revealing in the off chance that he had given me his personal or work email, so I just said something along the lines of “Hey, it was nice meeting you today. Let me know if this is a good email for you.” I’d really like to hear back from him, but I figure that the odds are pretty small. I wrote this story partially out of the hope that he’d see it and reply. Here’s to that hope. Sex is fun. I wish it wasn’t wrapped up in so much bullshit, but I guess I also get off on some of the taboo that we Americans have with our sex. I’d really love to hear feedback on this story, so please feel free to email me at ABSstory@gmail.com with any kind of comments. Thanks.

Just wanted to say I know how you feel but sometimes I think we need to let go and take the risk. I think what London1282955 did and said is hot and I congratulate him for doing it. We need to let our inner animal out sometimes.

well, not sure that i have any huge numbers to share. but, in an area that "counts", i got the one load that scored! took first known, chased poz cock on my birthday---9/28. 53 days and 29 cocks later, I take the load that knocked me up. fuck flu has me a bit slowed down right now....but when this mess is better i know i will be offering my freshly pozzed ass to anyone who wants it.

If you are going to get raped and knocked up it sure is fun when there are a lot of big hard cocks. Looking forward to the next installment.

So hot can't wait for more

So here are a few more observations: First, if you travel a lot, you're going to have more luck. The new meat in town always does, especially if you're only there for a short time. Second, if you top, you're going to have more luck. Simple matter of numbers: there are a hell of a lot more bottoms out there than tops, and while a bottom can be pretty insatiable, there are only so many loads I can shoot before I'm pretty much done (especially at my age). Third, as you grow older, there's a certain nostalgia for the past that starts creeping in. Bars used to be better back when I was in my 20s. The baths used to rock! Now they're boring. The hookup sites were awesome! Part of this is younger guys can always get more action, part is everything was fresher and newer and more exciting, part of this is looking at the past through rose-tinted glasses. Welcome to adulthood

There is so much power in a raw top, his big thick cock and then his nutt. The power that is in that nutt is awesome. And then if the top has Aids or is poz, it just doubles or triples the power that the tops has.

your own mind can be a powerful force that even you may not be able to restrain. I resisted the magnetic pull of taking poz cock for many years. While I only barebacked....I did sort guys to some extent. In late September I stopped resisting what I knew was unavoidable and started looking for poz guys to fuck me. Less than two months later (YESTERDAY) I learned that I am HIV+ myself.

I went to a sex party on Saturday. It started with a fuck here and a fuck there until I ran up on this guy with a 9 inch cock who has a bit of a crush on me. He started fucking me and I sort of fell into a trance. It was as if we were the only two people there. He fucked me for what seemed like a half hour and pumped multiple loads into me. After a break, I continued to cruise the venue. I saw a top fucking a guy who had fucked me earlier in the evening. I looked the top dead in his eye and then fingered my hole so he could hear that my hole was full of hot sticky cum. He stopped fucking the guy he was with, pushed me down and started fucking me. The cum started to leak out. This made him even hotter. As I stood there bent over and high on poppers, he moved out of the way and a couple of other guys ran a train on me. I took each and every cock and they all added to the mix of DNA I was already carrying. Some of the guys who had seemed afraid of me earlier (I'm a big beefy guy) suddenly saw me there in the dark, ass up and they pounced. They fucked me without mercy. My last fuck of the night was a cute Italian dude. I wasn't really looking for another load, but when he saw how sloppy my hole was, he wanted to fuck. The guy who had fucked me for half an hour saw us and waited patiently for the Italian to seed me. He then filled me with one last load. I then called it a night. I was fucked at least 10 times that I can remember. I. Am. A. Pig. It's official.

It's the Internet. Online sites promise so much and deliver so little. I've talked about it elsewhere, but basically, the issues are: (1) People will run conversations with multiple guys expecting them not to pan out (because online sites suck). So even if you're ready to pull the trigger and make something happen, he's probably still shopping. (2) A lot of guys surf these sites with the cock in their hand. If they happen to cum, then often that's it. (3) There's a low bar to enter a site but a high bar to follow through on actually fucking. In other words, you can be in the middle of doing some work at home and idly check out BBRT. But if you actually agree to meet up, then you have to stop whatever else you were doing, shower, get dressed, head to his place (or get your own ready). It's the opposite of a bathhouse. All the effort there is up front. Once you've shown up, there's nothing holding you back from having sex with whoever catches your eye. (4) Depending on where you live, a certain proportion of the men online (especially late at night) are going to be high, especially if you're looking for bottoms. Getting partiers to stop tweaking on the computer and actually do something can be notoriously difficult. Moral of the story: go out, hit the bars, hit the baths, hit the bookstores. Cultivate the ancient art of real life cruising.

It was one of the hottest fucks I've had in my life. And I'm kinda decent looking. It was the first time a guy WAY hotter than me fucked me and it was my first rape turned ecstacy experience. Can't wait to find him again on Grindr.

CHAPTER 11: Dad: The next day I wake up with a headache and a cough. Cod is lying naked beside me and I want him so bad, I begin kissing his neck and rubbing my cock in the crack of his ass. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish”, he said. He turned over and looked at me, hungry, we were both still groggy but we were making out the way lovers do. We backed away from each other lips slightly, eyes locked on one another, and then it happened… I coughed and hacked all over Cod. Yuck. “Sorry about that baby boy, I think your Dad caught a cold”, I said as I sniffled. I remember Sam saying something about I might get the flu, or something something, but at this moment no part of me thought this was more than just a pesky cold. I coughed again, a little harder. “Dad that sounds kinda bad, maybe you should stay home from work and rest”, “Yeah… I think so, too”, I said. I called into work, often I worked from home anyways but sometimes I went to the office, I told them I had the flu so they wouldn’t bother me. Sam texted an hour later, “Ready for tonight?”, “I think I’ve got a cold or something… not sure, let you know a little later”, I replied. I got up after a while and had some juice, my throat seemed sore and I was warm, I decided to lay down – if this was a cold or the Flu I didn’t want to give it to Cod. I went back to bed, woozy, and slept. I woke up a few hours later and texted Sam, “Can’t do tonight.. ugh, feeling bad”. “k.. too bad, I’ll post-pone your surprise… rest”. Before I can get back to sleep my phone is buzzing again -- I thought, “Why won’t Sam let me sleep?”, I had texts from Jake and Chris both. It was fairly normal stuff both asking what’s up and wanting to know when I wanted to get together. I didn’t want to tell either of them I felt bad, I lied, I said the weekend was busy with work and stuff around the house that had to be done and maybe we can do something the coming week. Jake replied that tonight was bad anyways since he was visiting friends and Chris just said “ok”, I hope neither one was disappointed, I really wanted to see each one of them again and get naked. I laid back down; the phone buzzed again. It was Jake. “Friend can’t do tonight, something came up, wish we could get together”, “Me too”, I said, “I’ll text as soon as I’m free”. I fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling worse, dehydrated, hot, I got up and got some water and went back to bed. The rest of the weekend I felt worse than I have in a while, I had a headache, a fever and my throat was sore – this had to be Flu. Cod: Things around the house sucked, Dad’s sick, and I need cock; I almost felt guilty thinking it. I knew it had only been days, but it seemed like forever since he fucked me, I wasn’t happy. Dad’s sleeping all day for the most part every day. I texted Sam, and Adam, I didn’t want to seem desperate but I wanted cum in my ass; I was horny and I wanted it now. Sam is so hot, “Come over”, is all his text says, “k.. 15 minutes”, I check on Dad, asleep, so I dress and head out to Sam’s house. Just like last time he left the back door unlocked, even though he didn’t say it, I let myself in, got naked and was waiting for him on all fours. “Damn, Cody, you know how I like it. MMMM its great to see that hot ass again.”, “You too”, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks and then that warm, wet sensation, his tongue on my hole. “mmmmmm… “ is all I can manage. “Your ass is so hot Cody”, as his tongue is going up and down my crack, he slowed the licking, and I feel his tongue pressing at my back door... pressure and Sam’s tongue is inside me. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh… fuckkk… fuck… Sam… oh godddddd…. So good”, it felt incredible. Sam didn’t stop to reply, as I kept groaning and begging, he just keeps forcing that hot tongue of his into me. Sam’s tongue in my ass has me hornier than normal, “Ohhhhh godddd… Sam, please … ohh fuck… fuck me Sam… please, please… please breed me”, his tongue pops out of my ass for the first time, in what is likely just a few minutes, but seems a lot longer, “Ohhh yeah… boy…., you ready for this poz cock?”. He goes back to eating my hole, “Yes”, is all I can manage, “Yes, what”. “I want your cock… I want your poz cock Sam”, his tongue making me crazy and begging. “Turn over”, he says, his voice commanding but not rude. I obey. I roll over and my legs, as if connected to an automatic switch, immediately raise up exposing my wet hole to him. I feel vulnerable, horny, sex starved and I need his cock bad. Sam looks down at me, that devilish grin again. He doesn’t say a word, he just keeps his eyes locked on mine. He places his hands on the back of my legs to raise them more and they go right in their intended place, on his shoulders, I feel Sam’s cock. Sam is rubbing my hole, it’s already wet, and he’s rubbing his cock head against me. I thought, “I didn’t seem him use lube”, and then I realize, the head of his bare cock is pressing against me – he’s using his precum and spit as lube. He leans over me, his cock head pressing against my tight hole, he has a determined look, and puts his hand over my mouth. “That’s it boy. You’re taking that raw cock… Nice and slowww… “, his cock is sliding into me, “oohhhhh... ohhhhh.. “, it hurts a little but not bad. He looks at me as if to say, “Stop?”, I need this, I can’t say anything with his hand over my mouth, I shake my head. “You need this.. don’t you boy”, as he keeps pushing into me, I can only nod. “A little more… that’s it.. ohhhhh fuck, such a nice tight hole you got Cody”, he moves his hand, “uhhhhhhh… oh fuckkk… oh fuck that’s good”, it hurts but I need cock inside me. “Feel that … feel that.. that’s my nuts against your ass --- you got an hiv+ man’s entire bare dick inside”, he leans forward a little more, putting his weight on me. We started making out, fuck I really want my Dad’s cock to breed me, but right now Sam’s big cock is doing a great job standing in for him and FUCK he’s bigger than my Dad. We’re making out as Sam fucks me, back and forth, long strokes, then quick jabs… our breathing getting intense. “Ohhh fuckk Cody.. fuck.. feels so good… ohhhh yeah”, “Yeahh… I need it”, is all I could say. Finding my depravity, “FUCK.. FUCK.. I want Sam.. I want it.. breed me Sam… “, the harder he fucks me the more nasty I get, “BREED MY ASS! FUCK YEAH! SEED ME DEEP SAM!”. Sam grins down at me again, his eyes squinting, he’s really passionate and he’s really into breeding my butt. I love his intensity, how into he gets, this is only the second time but it feels so right with him. I started to think, I wonder if he fucks my Dad with this kind of urgency? “ohhhhhh fuck.. ohhhhh fuck… Breed my hole”, “Yeahh.. yeah…. boy “, his breathing is heavy and he can barely speak, I can feel and smell his sweat, “You’re getting’ it boy… gonna give it to you”, there it was again, that pause when he says “IT”; I guess that’s where my Dad got that up. I don’t know… but I’m feeling so good, I repeat it back, “Yeah… Sam. Give. IT. To. Me.”. Big smile from him that time, his eyes are closed and he’s rocking back and forth in a steady fucking motion as he uses my ass. I know he’s about to unload in my ass, and I know he’s poz, and I’m still going to let him like Todd and Adam did. The rational part of me isn’t even thinking if its risky, it knows it is, but right now all I want is this man’s seed in me. “You ready Cody? You want another load of poz cum.. you want me to dump this in you? You better tell me.”, I nod, I’m groaning, “Yeah Sam… yeah… I want it. Breed me”. “Yeah.. its cummming… oh fuck… fuck… CUMMMing”, and Sam holds still as his cock squirts deep in my ass. “Uhhh.. uhhh….. oh yeah, you’re getting it boy.. you’re getting all of my poz cum”, “Oh fuck yeah.. fuck ye…”. At this point it doesn’t matter if Sam is poz, the deed is done, all I wanted is his cum in my ass and Sam just gave it to me. As the week progressed, I hit Sam up two more times, in the afternoons. I went by Adam’s place almost every night, except Wednesday when I snuck him over and we fucked on the couch in the living room. I didn’t mention that my Dad’s sick in the other room with the Flu. My Dad might not be fucking me right now but my ass is getting used and loaded with enough cum to keep me from thinking about it too much. Dad: I missed almost an entire week of work. I felt rough. Cod stayed around the house, keeping an eye on me, bringing me fluids, taking my temperature, but sleeping in the other bedroom. Almost 7 days into this mess and I feel a little better. I had lost track of work, Cod, Sam, my friends and I realized I hadn’t texted Jake, Chris or anyone. I wasn’t 100% but I had to get moving and going again. I texted Sam. Thursday afternoon, “Hey sexy.. sorry haven’t been in touch, flu sucks, feeling better, get together soon”, his only reply, “Did you cum?”. Weird. “Uhmmm.. no, I’ve felt like hell”, “Give me a few minutes”, is his only reply, “Ok”. What is he doing I wondered? I decided I’d text Jake and Chris too and fess up about the flu, hopefully one or both of them will forgive me for not staying in touch since that first meeting. Jake replied, “Sorry to hear that, glad you’re better, can do something this weekend?”, “Yeah sure”, then another text from Jake, “Friend texted literally just now, I got plans tomm. night, maybe Sat.”, Chris’ reply to my text is more to the point, “Wanna fuck?”, I get hard, “Yes.. but only bb, you?”. “Hot”, his only reply. Almost immediately, Sam texts again, “We’re g2g, don’t jo, be over my house tomm. night about 8”, “Yes Sir ”, I reply; there goes my time with Cod I think. It seemed like things were getting back to normal, I had to check in on Cod, make sure we’re good. I find Cod watching TV, “Feeling better?”, he grabs me in a hug, “No kissing yet.. I might still be contagious”, he seems alright but says, “Cool. As soon as you’re over this… I need…..”, his voice trailing off with him rubbing my cock through my shorts. I might not be completely over this crap but I always get hard as a rock thinking about fucking my boy. Cod grins at me .. in some ways he really reminds me of Sam, after Sam’s surprise, my first goal is to fuck and breed my son. Cod: I wake up the next morning in the other bedroom again, Dad is still too worried he’s contagious, my cock is hard as rock; “FUCK! I need attention”, I think. I text Sam, “Breed me?”, instead of his usual “Come over”, I get, “I wish.. busy today, maybe tomm.?”, “Cool”, I reply, that sucks. I text Adam. “Yeah later”, and fuck, I’m 0 for 2. My two favorite fuck buds and neither one can help a boy out. I decide to get up and clean around the house, maybe I can find some fun on BBRT later. I stay around the house cleaning and planning dinner, I never got back to BBRT and my balls know it – they are aching for release. As it gets close to 8pm, I decide, “Fuck it… I’m rape my Dad’s ass”, before I can move he’s headed towards me dressed, “Gotta go out for a bit, back later”, he isn’t usually so vague, “ok.’, is all I say. He left. “FUCK”, I think, “Now what?”. I text Adam, again, “Come over?”, “Yeah.. I can”, “Good. Want you to fuck me until you dump a huge load of your POZ cum in my ass.”, I’m so horny. “OH yeah? You’re dirty.. you know you might end up poz if we keep having sex”, “Don’t care.. I need cock”, “Cool.. gimme 10 minutes”. I can’t wait, Dad might be out having fun, but I’m definitely going to have mine, too. Dad: I get to Sam’s house and let myself in as usual… weird it’s darker than normal, most of the lights are off. I decide to get naked in the living room before heading to his bedroom, what surprise did he have in mind? Did he buy a sling? Get some new lube? A toy? Shoes off. Shirt off. Pants off. I’m almost naked when Sam creeps up on me… “…was hoping that you”, he grins. We kiss, “So what’s this surprise?”, “Put your phone on silent and leave everything in here”, seemed kinda weird even for Sam, but I do as he asks. “Tell me”, “Shhhhhh… “, is all he says, “Follow me”, and he grabs my hand leading me down the hall towards his bedroom. All the lights are off, I can hardly see except for a small lamp with one of those mult-color bulbs on a dimmer. When we get to Sam’s bedroom, Sam had a devious grin on his face, on the bed is a younger guy completely naked, ass up, face down; Sam has a camera setup behind the boy. Sam bends down, licking the boy’s ass, the boy moans, “You like that boy?”, “Yes…. sir.” is all he says, I feel like I know the voice but he’s speaking into the duvet so I’m not completely sure. Sam moves up and looks at me, speaking quietly, “He wants it bad”, then to the boy, “You want this boy?”, again, “yes… sir”. Sam more demanding, “Tell us what you want boy… tell my friend exactly what you want!”, “Poz cock.. sir!”, he blurts out, this time he moves his head so we it can be heard clearly, “I want your poz cock and cum inside me!”. I know the voice, I just can’t place it. Sam looks at me with his patented devious grin and his eyebrows raised, “He wants it bad Mark… he’s chasing, and wants to go poz”. I look back at his ass, I’m rock hard, where do I know his voice? “What do you say we help him out?”, Sam asks, I groan a bit, “I don’t know if I’m poz yet”, trying not let the boy hear me. Sam leans over to my ear, quietly, “It’s cool Mark, he doesn’t know that… besides, I think someone just had fuck flu.”, he raises his eyebrow at me again. I thought about it. Holy shit! Sam was right I thought, “This really might be fuck flu I’ve been suffering with all week”, he can see me thinking, he smiles “You’re probably your most toxic right now babe”. A devilish grin comes over my face as I look at Sam. “Let’s poz him then…”.

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

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

i may be off topic, but im a hung top looking to cum to visit la/san diego in early march 2016 for cumunion (for both cities), and then also check out the bathhouses, sex parties, etc. is early march a good time to go? thanks

I feel exactly the same way about breeding.zone! I've learned a lot and have been exposed to new ideas and other men's experiences that spur my own thought. I also appreciate that this forum is equally smutty and intelligent. And almost always very civil and not judgmental no matter what someone asks or comments.

I LOVE bottoms with small cocks. The smaller the better

Holy hell, I didn't even notice those were women. LOL It's called Sloppy Seconds Cafe from Czech Fantasy. I've found some evidence this might actually be a real place! Is it bad that I want to build something like this now? I can just imagine this made into something you could bring into a bathhouse (or as PART of a bathhouse) as a portable glory hole. Hell, I'd probably NEVER leave. Here's the website: http://www.czechfantasy.com/ And two more vids: https://twitter.com/carlos2316/status/605970350862680064/video/1 https://twitter.com/carlos2316/status/605973920525778944/video/1

Too bad I am over 42. They will not have my €€€€ then,

I never pull out

Part 9 Stephen continued cleaning and then sucking David’s cock as Jim told his what was going to happen. “Stephen, I know you are going to be a good Daddy for Bobby but what you don’t know is a boy like Bobby may want a Daddy but he needs the discipline of a Master and you Stephen do not yet know how to be a Master. Do you want to learn how to be able to take care of Bobby?” Stephen nodded as he sucked on David. “That’s good. Not all men understand what they don’t know and I will show you everything I can. The first thing is you must learn to have Bobby suck a man clean after they have been inside his ass. At the picnic table you didn’t make him, then when I fucked him you didn’t and he didn’t but when I told him what to do he was happy to clean my cock. He doesn’t know yet what to do so you must train him. Right now you are sucking his juices off off David because you hadn’t taught him too.” “Stephen you also must pay full attention to what is going on so you can protect Bobby. When David put the little chastity cage on him and you said you thought about keeping him in chastity you had already forgot about that plastic one he was wearing earlier.” Stephen stopped sucking for a moment as he remembered now and wondered what happened. “I took it off him just before I paddled him. It was too big on his baby cock especially once he was slammed and I wanted to see if he would try to touch himself. When you didn’t notice I knew you had a lot to learn and I wanted to be the one to teach you.” David held Stephen’s head and pounded into his throat as he shot his cum directly into his stomach. Stephen started to gag but David held his head until he finished cumming and then let go. “When you just started to gag you wanted that cock out of your throat right?” “Yeah, it felt like I was going to throw up” “Yes, but when he held you and made you take it and you got his cum in your belly and when he pulled out you knew you were ok, tell me would you rather have had him stop when you gagged or are you happy he held you?” “It was cool knowing he got to finish what he wanted.” “Exactly and imagine a sub boy like Bobby, he needs to know that he’s a good boy. See a boy doesn’t know what is right or wrong and needs a man to guide him. Soon you will learn and one day I expect you to be a great Daddy for Bobby, however, Stephen, in addition from today on you are my boy. You may be a man to Bobby but you are my boy. Tell me what you are.” “I am Bobby’s Daddy and I am Stephen’s boy” “Good boy. And I am the boy of David and Jacob therefore you and Bobby are their boys too. Since Bobby already likes calling me Uncle I think you will both refer to me as your Uncle and David and Jacob can be called Daddy David and Daddy Jacob for both of you. Good I see Jacob is ready for us now.” As Jim and David were starting on Stephen, Jacob had set up a second portable sling and Jim told Stephen he was going to experience everything that Bobby was but he would get it first and then could watch us do Bobby. After securing Stephen into the sling Jim showed him the CB6KS that he took off Bobby and told Stephen that this would be a good size to lock down his big cock so that he could focus better and also learn what it was like to be denied the ability to touch or pleasure himself. Since Bobby is not really able to focus right now we can lock you. And whenever we are training you and Bobby isn’t there you will be locked but since you aren’t a real boy you will be given the key so you can choose when you should be locked and when you need to be free as I expect you’ll have that cock in Bobby often. Within moments of being locked the realization that he was no longer in control of his own cock started to have an effect on him. He asked Jim if he would finger him and as Jim slid his finger into Stephen he told him that once a boy lost his access to his cock he would always want something inside his ass which was why he should keep Bobby locked forever. I think you should get a booty bump too now so your ass starts begging to be treated like a pussy. David then told Stephen that while Bobby was still so young he won’t be able to control himself as he got older and that you should be prevent. I find it amazing he isn’t jerking it five times a day and as a Professor of Pediatric Medicine I can tell you that 98% of boys masturbate. Then David asked how young was Bobby and when Stephen told him he was 22 David laughed and said I don’t care what you told them at the door or what his id says but I know this boy must be younger as his body shows he is at most 16 but I expect more like 15, then glancing at Bobby he said don’t tell me he is only 14. Stephen told them he was really 22. David and Jacob has spent years looking for a boy like Bobby. Puberty starts by 15 for 90% of boys and for a boy Bobby’s age to have only recently begun is happens in less than 1/10 of 1%. David knew then he needed to stop Bobby’s body from going any further through puberty and already started to think about the fun they would have for years to come. They agreed that when they finished at the club they would bring Bobby and Stephen to their townhouse to sleep and then to plan the future. Jim and David then pushed a good size shard into both Stephen and Bobby as Jacob brought over the toy bag.

I was 20 never had bb before and I was about to meet two guys.. couple 20 and 21 cm dick... Czech and Serbian thick dicks... we didnt talk about bb at all as i never even thought it would be not safe... when i started to suck one of them the other rimmed me and lubed me... his bf forsed my head on his dick so i was pretty busy sucking while the thicker dick went in me from behind... after few minutes i touched the dick and didnt feel the ring around dick of condom and he said dont worry baby... i was bit drunk so i just ride him and while his bf was in my mouth he shaked a bit and said fcuk i cum ... i have to say i though ok once its there i cant do anything... he went to shower so i still sucked the other one... but when he get back he was hard again and he fucked me so hard doggie... 10 min and he cum again... at the end he cum threetimes in me and i felt so good luck slut both ends filled with dicks... i was exhausted taking thick dick but last the bf i was sucking just wanted to load so he fucked me and in so much jizz of your bf load me up... it was so good feel have four loads for my first time... all my arse was burning me... so i run back to my room in Uni and i never saw them again... I wish i could do it again... now when i getting fucked i always say safe as i m fucking a lot from Grindr and Scruff but when some guy then just push bare dick against my hole... the hole wants it and i turn tottal slut and let them do what they need...

The Step Brother (A continuation of The Teacher) Part 1 Cory had just been diagnosed with HIV after a fateful weekend with his neighbor after finding out his long time girlfriend was fucking a student. She was never charged due to the fact that the student was 18 but she was fired from the school and forced to register as a sex offender. Cory returned home to live with his mother who had just re-married. Cory decided to not tell his mother about the events that brought him to return home from his teaching job and his break-up with his long time college sweetheart. After he got settled he sat down with his mother and told her “She cheated on me and I couldn’t keep living and teaching in the same city where all this happened. It was too painful.” Cory’s mother told him “I don’t blame you Cory. I was able to find out that they need a substitute teacher at Nathan’s high school. It doesn’t pay like a full time teacher, but I was told you should work at least 3 days a week with benefits.” Cory thanked his mother for the information and went into the den to watch some TV. At about 3:15 pm this nerdy looking kid came into the house and right into the den where Cory was relaxing. He caught sight of his good looking, athletic older step brother. Nathan was wearing khakis with a button down shirt and dress shoes. His face was highlighted by a pair of round, wire rim glasses. Cory stood up and stuck out his hand “You must be Nathan. I’m Cory, I guess were brothers now.” Nathan shook his hand with a less than firm grip “Nice to meet you Cory. How long will you be visiting with us for?” Cory answered “I’m moving back home. My girlfriend cheated on me and I wanted a change of scenery and a fresh start. I think I’m going to give up women for a while. Why don’t you join me on the couch if you don’t have a lot of homework?” Nathan sat on the couch with a noticeable bulge in his slacks. Cory kept an eye on him and learns more about his new step brother. He asked Nathan “Do you like your new school?” Nathan answered “I like the school here a lot. Didn’t you graduate from the high school here?” Cory replied “Yes I did. I ran cross country and track for four years and I was also on the swim team. Are you on any of the sports teams?” Nathan just shook his head no in reply to Cory’s question. Cory added in “Why don’t you. You look like you’ve got a decent body, you’d do well with long distance running.” Nathan admitted to Cory “I do love to run. I go for a run every night.” Cory asked “How far do you like to run?” Nathan shrugged his shoulders to signify he didn’t know. Cory asked “Can I go with you next time you go on your run?” Nathan answered “I don’t see why not.” The two spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV until Cory’s mom called them in for dinner. Cory kept up the conversation with Nathan and learned he was not popular with the girls. Cory began to read Nathan’s body language and was starting to think that the kid was gay. He figured he’d continue to befriend the kid and maybe come out to him about his new found sexuality. Since Cory had partied and played with his neighbor he had discovered his love to man on man sex. He knew he’d be needing relief and figured he could get Nathan to provide what he needed. After dinner Nathan did his homework. It didn’t take him long since he does most of it during free periods at school. After he was all done he asked Cory “Did you still want to go with me on my run?” Cory answered “ABSOLUTELY!” They both changed and went on a lengthy run. Since Cory knew the roads very well he was able to figure out that they went on a 9 mile run. When they got back to the house Nathan followed Cory into his bed room as they continued to chat. Cory sat on his bed and began to undress while talking to Nathan. Nathan’s eyes were glued to Cory’s lean body as he kicked off his shoes, pulled his socks off then removed his sweat soaked t-shirt. Cory noticed the attention he was getting from his younger step brother when he spoke “I’m going to take a shower.” His words seemed to bring Nathan out of his trance. Cory went into the bathroom off his bedroom and left the door slightly open as Nathan continued to watch. Cory was sure to be in view as he started the water before he took his running shorts off exposing his ass framed in the jock strap he wore. He kept the jock on as the water warmed up. Nathan was starting to get hard as Cory finally yanked his jock off revealing a nice 6” semi-hard cock before he stepped into the shower. Nathan wasted little time getting to his room where he could jerk off thinking about Cory while his older step brother soaped off his body. While Nathan was jerking his cock Cory had finished his shower and was dressed. He figured he’d check in on his little step brother and see if he’d like to watch some TV. He approached Nathan’s door which was slightly ajar and peaked in to see Nathan jerking a decent size cock. He figured out a plan and knocked on the slightly open door and walked into Nathan’s room catching him just as he blasted his load all over his flat abs and nonchalantly asked Nathan “Hey bro, you want to watch some TV with me? Oh I’m sorry bro.” Cory saw the expression of embarrassment on Nathan’s face as he then told him “It’s all good bro. We all do it. When I was your age I probably jerked my cock as much as you do.” Nathan spoke through his embarrassment “Yeah, but you’ve had sex with a girl and I’m still a virgin.” Cory figured he needed to make a connection with Nathan and told a little lie. “Nathan, I didn’t lose my virginity until I was in college and it took me almost my entire freshman year. And you know something, it wasn’t all that great. I spent almost 4 years with her and then discovered my true sexuality. Nathan, can you keep a secret?” Nathan shook his head yes. Cory then told him “I’m gay.” Nathan looked up to Cory and said “Are you really gay Cory?” Cory answered with some of the details of what he did with his neighbor leaving out the drugs part. “Nathan when I found out that my girl was sleeping with someone else I got real drunk and had sex with one of my neighbors. He was gentle with me since he knew it was my first time with another man. It was the best sex I ever had.” Cory began to feel better about himself and his growing relationship with Cory when he said “Cory can you keep a secret?” Cory shook his head yes as Nathan continued “I think I’m gay.” Cory hugged his step brother and told him “It’s ok if you are gay. I’m here for you with whatever you need.”

got bred by a hairy top in Salt Lake City. He enjoyed giving me his resistant strain....i am such a pig that i begged for it...

Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 2 – The beating of Lionel’s heart was the only sound I could hear now. Yes, I realized we were now alone, in his bed, my head resting on his chest as his left arm held me close to his naked body. I ran my fingers over the SOULJA LOVER tattoo on his muscled torso and knew I had his hot cum in my guts. The soothing healing of Dr. Mike’s salve was working its wonders on my ass, fixing all the damage Mel had done as his words rang in my ear, “You worthless slut.” I laid my hand on Lionel’s torso feeling the warmth of his body, the even rhythm of his breathing. Yeah I was a slut, and proud of it, but a slut with purpose. I was a Prince du Sange, a Prince of the Blood. Deacon was my King and COVENANT was my kingdom, and my blood was our warrior’s weapon through which we brought death and destruction. Speaking of destruction, my ass was ready for some more action, so I pulled the sheet back exposing Lionel’s ever-hard weapon of destruction, straddled his body, and eased myself down his throbbing raw dick, using him for my pleasure until his cum was dripping out of my hole and making our bodies sticky. After Lionel came, he said, “Damn, you sure know how to wake a man up! You just don’t know how fucking hot it made me to see you tied down and all bloodied up after my boys were done with you. You fucking slut, taking my fucking nutt, taking all my babies!” I just laughed, and said, “SHHHH,” as I turned around and offered him my cum filled hole to eat out, then when he was done I eagerly kissed him to taste the funk. It was Thursday at COVENANT in Southeast DC and day 5 of my time back with Lionel and his crew. I had used so much drugs and taken so much dick and cum it was a wonder I could still stand. Speaking of drugs, time to hit that good crystal from Richmond so I asked Lionel to fix me up and get the day started right and several lines later I was ready to go. Lionel snapped his blinged out collar around my neck and I gave him a sideways look as if to say, “Really? Is this still necessary?” Lionel took the cigarette out of his mouth, gave me a stern look and said as he tapped chest, “I know I’m already inside you physically as my dick ensured that the first day I fucked you in the library when I marked you as mine, but this here, this is putting me inside you there. Every day you will be thinking about me and missing me, and wishing you was back here, in this collar, being my bitch slut. Now come on, enough chatting, we got work to do.” It was a holiday weekend, so we expected a big crowd for tonight and the rest of the weekend and as we walked through COVENANT everyone was busy stocking the bars, stocking up on drugs, cleaning things down, and getting ready. We checked in on the Mares in their dorm and some were working out, some were just reading or watching TV, while others were busy man scaping. Next we visited the Stable Masters, most of whom were walking around naked, cocks half hard with that good morning wood, strutting to see who was the top dog. Lionel took me to the side, pulled a bag of powder out and said, “Hit this. Hard. I got something in mind.” So I took the straw he offered and felt the burn and high course through my body. Lionel’s voice boomed through the dorm, “Get your fucking asses out here NOW!” The Stable Masters quickly scrambled out of their rooms and from wherever they were at and lined up like they were called to arms. They were all handsome specimens of varying ages and well hung as part of the sales pitch in the STOCKYARD was them in their tight white pants showing bulge and precum wet spots. “I know you are still getting used to your new life and the rules here, like no fucking the Mares until their shift is done at the end of the night. Well today I got something special for you.” Lionel yanked my chain, drawing me close to him. He then let it drop as he reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down and positioned me bent over a chair. “You all know who he is,” Lionel continued as he yanked the chain attached to my collar, “and I know he let everyone one of you fuck him as part of the interview process. Cause you know why? It ain’t because you’all are special, big dicked boys are a dime a dozen. It’s because he’s a worthless slut, true one we must respect because he’s the boss, but a sluts a slut. He said he wanted to spend more time with you, well here it is. If you ain’t naked, get naked now. Form a line. You got 60 seconds to get your dicks hard starting now. One by one you got 60 seconds to shoot your nutt up his white slut hole. Bang and bounce boys – starting NOW!” What the fuck? Lionel slapped my ass, told the first Stable Master, “Got my cum up there for lube so slam it and get to business,” as I felt the first big dick drive in and fuck for all he was worth. 60 seconds is not much time, but as Lionel started counting down, “10, 9, 8,..” the first guy shot, yanked out, and was immediately replaced with Stable Master number 2. I grunted as the chair pushed forward a little on the carpet, and my ass was raw fucked and coated with more cum as Lionel’s voice boomed, “NEXT!”, and then dick number 3. Thank God Lionel had me hit more Tina before we started, so after the initial shock I leveraged myself against the chair, and pushed back to expose my hole wide and open for every dick. About 15 minutes later Lionel laughed and smacked one of them as he said, “Get the fuck back there. You already got yours you creeper. So we done? Alright. You know this is a big weekend, get the fuck back to doing whatever shit you were and be ready.” Lionel yanked my chain and dragged me into the hall, my pants still down around my ankles and my ass and guts sloshing with cum. His armed escort was waiting for us and Lionel shrugged and said, “What the hell, you want a go?” They both mumbled yes and I was soon pushed against the wall as the two guards topped me off. I pulled my pants up, Lionel took me to the closest private room, made his guards stand outside and as soon as the door was closed Lionel wrapped the chain around his fist pulling me close and said in barely a whisper, “What do you want?” It felt like the room was collapsing on top me of, all my emotions so intense and mixed up, I barely stammered, “Rape me with their cum.” Lionel snarled, tore my jeans off me and mounted me hard and deep right there on the floor, yanking the chain to my collar with his right hand as his left arm circled around my neck. Lionel then flipped me on my back, my legs up wide. Lionel was on top of me with his heart beating through both our chests, matching time to mine, his sweat coating me as he cupped his hands under each of my ass cheeks pulling my hole apart so he could dig up in me as he angled his legs wide for leverage to go extra deep. Several minutes later Lionel was laying on his back, breathing hard, a big smile on his face, with me laying beside him on the floor, half resting on his chest. I tapped his chest said, “Now I am in you too,” as I smiled. We were walking back to Lionel’s office when one of his crew came running up and said, “Boss, you better get down back.” The armed guards took lead, Lionel and I followed, down to the back loading bay at the back of the warehouse. D, the warehouse operations/garage manager was yelling at some kid, pacing in anger back and forth like a lion before the kill, while two of his guys held the struggling kid tight. Suddenly one of the guys lost his grip and the kid took a swing at D. His fist was wide of the mark, but D growled, and raised his right fist to take the kid out. “DON’T, take it easy man,” Lionel’s voice said, cutting through the confusion. It took D second to drop his fist once he saw us, his neck muscles still straining as the kid fought to get away. Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 3 – A New Slut is Born and Bred

Breeders Market - Day 5: Worthless Slut? – My throat hurt from the mix of pipe smoke and choke fucking and my mind began to drift to the day before. I had crashed soon after the Richmond Leather Daddies had left as they had used me hard. Lionel woke me up about 1:30 a.m. by shoving his hard dick into my hole, and as he slow fucked me he told me that he had three guys for me to serve and they would be here in a little while, so it was time to wake up and get ready. Lionel liked the sensation of my newly shaved ass and chuckled as he said, “Feels like a pussy after a bikini wax. I think I like you as a naked beaver.” My dick was pretty tender from my new ‘hood ornament’, the foreskin piercing the Richmond Daddies had given me, so I asked Lionel if I could get on my back. With me on my back, Lionel got deep and angled up into my guts just how he liked it and soon bred me with a big thick load. “I told you what would happen every night you are here,” Lionel said as he raised himself a little off me while still milking his cum into my ass, “You will serve my boys and the night is not over and I don’t care how much you got used earlier. These boys are important to our business and I promised them an extra freaky time. They’re my special-ops team. They handle things that need to be kept on the way down low, or that require a special touch of force, finesse, or downright violence and breaking the law. Because of what they do I don’t want you to see their faces, so will leave you set up and blindfolded.” Lionel pulled his dripping dick out of my ass, leaving a little trail of cum on the sheet as he backed off the bed. I rolled off the bed, grabbed the plate sitting on the night stand, and snorted several lines of the crystal the Richmond Daddies had left. Fuck that burned! But this shit was good, and my body started to respond and wake up and my dick jumped a little thinking of the fun to come. I walked out into the living room to find Lionel filling up a large plate with white lines for me, he turned on some straight porn on the big screen TV, turned on some music, set out a bunch of liquor bottles, cartons of Newport 100s, and an assortment of other drugs. I sat on a bar stool and sniffed a couple more lines as I watched him get things ready. Lionel disappeared into the bedroom and returned with his leather duffel bag, which he opened and then began laying out an assortment of gear. “Here, do several more lines, they will be here in a minute,” Lionel said as he pushed the plate in my direction. My eyes watered and I was feeling wicked horny already. Lionel then stepped up to me, held my chin in his hand as he wiped my nose with the other. He then grabbed a neoprene hood off the bar and said, “You will wear this, OK? It has a mouth and nose hole, but like I said, you can’t be able to ID these dudes. They are bad ass mother-fuckas and while they are loyal, they have no problem getting rid of anyone they see as a problem down the road. Got me?” I shook my head, Lionel put the hood on me then said, “Aiight, now stand up, turn and bend over the bar stool with your ass sticking up. That’s it, offer me that hole.” Lionel adjusted the stool’s height a little and my body so that my chest was on the stool seat. He then took a set of large leather cuffs and cuffed my wrists together and to the bar stool legs at the front, and then repeated the process with my ankles at the back. My ass was set on fire as Lionel shoved a couple fingers into my cum filled hole and coated it with crystal meth. He pulled his fingers out then let me lick them off, savoring the taste of my ass and drugs. There was a loud pounding on the front door, I heard Lionel walk away, the sound of muffled voices wound their way to through the rooms to me and then it got quiet. I heard the sound of foot steps close by and turned my hood covered head to try to hear better. SLAP! SLAP! I cried out as my ass was spanked hard by a big unseen hand and then a couple men began to laugh. “Fucking look at that,” one of them said, “Got us a God damned pig all trussed up.” While one of them continued beating on my ass I could hear the other guy pull a stool up in front of me, and the sound of him setting a bag on the bar. The ass beating continued as two hands rubbed my head, fingers slid under the back of the hood, and the hood was pulled off. I blinked as my eyes adjusted and the guy standing in front of me was looking at me with a toothy smile, a pockmarked face, glassy eyes, and a bit of dried spit on the corners of his mouth where his mustache ended. He continued smiling as he reached behind his back and pulled his gun out of his waistband, waved it in front of my face, then set it on the bar with a clang. The beating on my ass stopped, the second guy stepped into my field of vision, and he too was smiling. “Well well, nothing like a fucked up Tina slut is there now? Huh?” he said as I looked him over. Where the first guy looked run down, scruffy, and like he had just come off the streets, the second guy had on a crisp blue shirt, a couple gold chains around his neck, black pants and dress shoes like he had just come from a fancy night out. “Fucked up worthless Tina slut, that’s all you is,” the first guy said as he laughed and began setting out a line of syringes, vials, lighters, spoons and other drug shit on the bar. The guy in the dress clothes was unzipping his pants as he said, “Yeah I know Lionel wanted this to be all anonymous and shit, but we decided you need to see who’s dickin you,” and as he pulled his gun out tapped the barrel against my forehead he continued, “and what Lionel does not know won’t hurt him now will it? Don’t worry. He won’t be coming back. We got you to ourselves until we are good and done and we go get him, so no interruptions, we can do anything we want. What do you think about that?” I opened to mouth and started to reply when he slapped my face and said, “SHHHH…..the only thing a slut needs to be saying is begging for this dick right here. Understand? But frankly, we don’t plan on leaving your mouth empty, now do we.” His partner in crime laughed as the guy in the dress pants pulled out one of the biggest dicks I had seen in a long time. Extremely long, thick, and already dripping precum. As he stroked it a few times, I felt a third guy step up behind me, slapped my ass a couple times, he then used his big hands to spread my cheeks apart and then began to push his stubby dick through my ring, nice and raw. His dick was not very long, but kind of thick and blunt, so I grunted a little and focused on the monster in front of me and stared in awe and wonder as he teased me, keeping his dick just out of reach. The guy fucking me grunted, paused as he unloaded up my ass, pulled his dick out, and walked away. “Ha – looks like old Mr. G has just gave you all he got. Don’t worry, I got enough to make up for him.” As the dressed up guy walked behind me he said to the guy at the bar, “You better stick that hood in his mouth.” I was trying to think why they would do that now when the guy behind me rammed his dick into my ass, the only lube being Lionel’s and Mr. G’s cum. I screamed into the hood, my eyes watered, my legs and arms tensed and pulled against the cuffs binding me to the barstool. “That’s it you fucking worthless slut. Open that hole for big Mel,” he said as he fucked me rough and hard. “I got a whole lot of cum that needs to be milked out of these balls, now open that fucking hole!” He grunted as he slammed as deep as he could, his buddy laughed, and as Mel fucked he said, “Get your shit going Junior. You need to be breaking that neck.” I looked up and watched Junior, his hands shaking, as he picked up a large glass pipe that that was all brown and scorched. His whole arm shook as he held the pipe to his lips and used a lighter with a big, tall flame to heat up the end. I watched as he inhaled the trail of thick white smoke, held it deep, then he turned, pulled the hood out of my mouth, and Mel said, “Suck in what he’s giving you.” Junior put his mouth over mine, and exhaled the acrid smoke into me. I tried to breathe it in, but coughed, gagged, and choked as the smoke burned my throat and nose and they both laughed. I watched Junior take several more big hits, and his hand and arm shook less and less. Each hit he exhaled into my mouth, while Mel continued to fuck me and call me a worthless Tina slut. I got so hard watching Junior hit his pipe! Junior set the still hot pipe down onto the bar, stood up, pulled his t-shirt off over his head, pulled his pants off, and I got my first look at his body. Junior was deathly skinny, his ribs clearly showing, his skin was tatted, but looked thin and almost gray. The only meat on his body was his dick, which was long, heavy, and hanging low. He opened my mouth, began feeding me his dick with his left hand while with his right hand he massaged my throat, trying to get it to relax. “Break that neck Junior, you know how I like to hear sluts gagging and choking,” Mel said as he continued to bareback me deep and hard. My ass was more open now, so he stopped, eased his dick part way out, rubbed a crystal coated finger around just inside my hole, then started pile driving again. Fuck I was high! Once Junior had about half of his dick in my mouth he then used both hands to begin tilting my head at various angles as his hardening dick pushed back into my throat. He was like an explorer in a cave, methodically finding the best route to take, and by tilting my head a little to the left and up he found he could start sliding down my throat as I gagged, choked, and began to fight. “That’s it Junior, break that neck wide open. This slut wants it good, a rough hood fuck, spit on him Junior, make him your slut, that’s it, worthless slut for this big dick. Push that ass out! Push it out! Push it out for me!” I obeyed and pushed my hips up and out as much as I could so Mel could thrust deep. In the meantime, Junior had paused, I took a big deep breath through my nose, then Junior plunged down my throat, blocking my airways totally off. My stomach churned, I started to gag, choke, spit and gut juice ran out of my mouth and around the edges of Junior’s dick. He just held his dick in place, keep my head firmly grasped between his hands so I could not move and my body began to panic as it fought to breathe. “GOD DAMN YEAH JUNIOR, CHOKE HIM OUT, BREAK HIS NECK, FUCKING WORTHLESS SLUT!!” I came to gasping for breath, trying to get my bearings as I could hear Mel say, “Shit that’s some good hole. Shot a big fucking nutt up in that ass. Whew.” He then yanked his dick out of my ass, walked around and stuck his softening dick into my mouth for me to clean off. My pig instincts kicked in and I licked his dick clean. When he was satisfied, Mel pulled his dick out of my mouth and walked behind the bar to make himself a drink. Junior was sitting back on his stool, setting up his pipe. He looked at me, winked, nodded, and went back to his work. Fuck, what the hell had happened? These boys played rough. I smiled as I looked over at Junior’s still hard dick. He caught me looking and said, “You like that?” I smiled and nodded yes. It was sort of scary but hot at the same time to be made to pass out from getting throat fucked like that. Junior picked up his pipe, and took several long hits, sharing his smoke with me, before setting it down and choking me again on his dick. Junior then pulled out of my throat and drove balls deep in my ass in one jump. Mel had left my hole gaping, so Junior busted in deep and hard and hard, he drove his fingernails into my sides, clenched his hands, and slam fucked me, pulling me back on the stool to meet his thrusts. Junior had stamina and fucked a long time before he finally cummed up my ass. My intense high was starting to wear off, and the pain started to radiate out of my ass. Mel was sitting at the bar, his dick semi-hard, and I started to beg to be fucked again. Mel laughed as he dumped the contents of small pouch onto the wrapper of a cigar and said, “Trust. I am going to dig you out, and this shit right here – this shit is going to fuck you up.” Mel was now totally naked, his hard abs rippling with every breath, his solid chest and muscled arms were evenly matched by his big thighs and muscled legs. Damn he was hot and that dick – even partially soft it was impressive and my torn hole winked and twitched wanting it back inside me. “Junior’s gone to crash with Mr G, so I hope he gave you a good nutt,” Mel said as he licked the cigar paper making a big, fat blunt. I was mesmerized as Mel leaned back, brought the blunt to his lips, lit it, and inhaled deep. I breathed deep, loving the smell of the cigar paper, and whatever it was he was smoking and I craved it, needed it, wanted him to share. Mel smirked as he leaned towards me and I anxiously opened my mouth for his smoke like a baby bird begging for worms from its mother. After a couple deep hits on the blunt, Mel seemed to start to space out, so I asked, “May I have some? Can I hit it?” Mel looked at me, his glass eyes taking a minute to focus before he smiled and said, “Fucking slut, yeah hit this good, because then you know what? I’m going to tear that hole up!” Mel leaned forward, held the blunt between my waiting lips, I then took a hit, inhaling the toxic smoke deep into my lungs and holding it. I shut my eyes as I felt like I was suddenly being stung by 1,000 bees. Mel Laughed, leaned in and placed his mouth over mine as I exhaled my hit and he shared it. I first I thought, what’s the big deal. I don’t feel a thing, but then like a wave riding the incoming tide it hit me. Mel laughed and my eyes saw him speak, but I did not hear him in mind for a few seconds, “You fucked up aren’t you?” I could only shake my head yes, I was suddenly too high to form even a word and wondered how he could. Next thing I knew Mel was back behind me and was rubbing his dick against my hole. “You want my dick? Want to get fucked you worthless slut?” Mel’s voice said, so far away, and distant, and I tried to respond but my mind was all crossed and the bees were stinging me even harder. Mel laughed and then I felt him slam his dick into my ass. The pain was intense, wild, and shot throughout my body, but at the same time it felt so fucking good. My heart began pounding in my head and I was lost, swirling in the cloud of smoke, fucked up, high, and being fucked down. I opened my eyes and could see a pair of Lionel’s sneakers on the floor, the red Nikes giving me a link back to reality and I knew for a brief second yes, I was at Covenant in Lionel’s apartment getting fucked. There was another wave of intense pain and I think I tried to cry out, and for a brief second thought maybe I should make Mel stop, but then no, did not want to, wanted more, deeper, harder, I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to be a slut. I wanted that nasty huge dick to tear my ass up. One second I could focus on Mel’s dick up my ass, but then the next my mind suddenly wanted to play spelling bee and I started repeating names of girls I grew up with in alphabetical order, Amy, Bethany, Cathy, D….hmmm… who was D….. then my mind would slip back to the raw, black dick up my ass. Suddenly the sensation in my ass changed, I asked my self, “Is he fucking me with a 2x4 board with nails on the end?” Oh well, did not matter, I just kept pushing my ass back, needing more in my hole. My eyes were closed and I was lost and floating but then realized Mel was standing in front of me, his dripping dick in my face as he slapped me hard. I looked up, my eyes focusing, my mind still floating as Mel’s faraway voice said, “You’re bleeding.” Mel then rubbed his dick around my face until my natural pig reaction took over and I opened my mouth to suck and lick him clean. I then realized Mel was gone. My heartbeat was now in my ass as well as my head, where did they go? I wanted more! Warm hands held my head and Lionel’s voice broke through the fog, “Damn, what the fuck, they painted your face and ass with red red, and even wrote SLUT on your ass. Let’s get you cleaned up and use some of Dr. Mike’s salve to fix your ass back up, but first I want to dip my stick in that sloppy hole and feel it all hot and wet.” I mumbled and grunted as Lionel slammed his dick up in my shredded hole and relished the mix of pain and pleasure. The beating of Lionel’s heart was the only sound I could hear now. Yes, I realized we were now alone, in his bed, my head resting on his chest as his left arm held me close to his naked body. I ran my fingers over the SOULJA LOVER tattoo on his muscled torso and knew I had his hot cum in my guts. The soothing healing of Dr. Mike’s salve was working its wonders on my ass, fixing all the damage Mel had done as his words rang in my ear, “You worthless slut.” Stay tuned for Day 5: Worthless Slut? Part 2

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

Day 3: Captain Hook and the Baltimore Crew – I rolled over, dried cum flaking off my body like a small burst of snow flurries. Lionel was lying on his back, his breaths deep, heavy, and gentle, belying the rough fucker he was. While day two of my visit to the Breeders Market in SE DC had ended with several of Lionel’s crew gang fucking me, then Lionel falling asleep with his dick buried deep using Dr Mike’s ass salve as lube, I was ready for more. Whatever drugs Lionel had given me to put me out had made me feel plenty rested and horny as shit. I gently tugged the sheet further down Lionel’s body exposing his semi-hard dick that was nestled against his left thigh. I scooted down a little on the bed, gently lifted his dick off his thigh and moved it to my waiting mouth. Lionel moaned as I began to gently nurse his dick, but then growled a little, pushed me away, and turned onto his left side. I climbed off the bed, got on my knees on the floor by the side of the bed, and once again guided Lionel’s dick to my mouth. I was ready this time when he tried to push me away and bit down hard, making his eyes shoot open and he blurted, “What the FUCK! I gave him an evil smile and said, “I keep telling you I miss that dick.” Lionel growled a low growl, rolled onto his back, put his right arm over his eyes, then when I did not act he snarled, “Well? If you want that hole fucked, climb up on it.” I eagerly jumped back onto the bed, pushed the sheets out of the way, spit on Lionel’s dick, straddled him, and dropped down onto his monster black shaft, exhilarating in how he filled me up. I wiggled my ass a little to make sure he was in good and deep, leaned forward a bit and started riding him as I chewed on his nipples. Lionel’s moans of appreciation got louder, his dick swelled, and he grabbed my head and pushed my face into his chest saying, “Gnaw on them, that’s it, chew them up – FUCK BITCH – yeah!” Lionel was pumping his hips now and had pulled my face off his nipples so he could kiss me. I was suddenly hit with a wave of emotion and realized I was developing feelings for him – feelings that were more than just appreciation of his dick. DAMN! I loved Deacon, I was Deacon’s, but he must have known all along as he had told me this would happen and he was OK with it. I wondered how Lionel felt about me, but was too scared to say anything, so let that drop from my mind and just focused on him working my holes. We were rudely interrupted by one of his Lieutenants banging on the bedroom door. Lionel swore, pulled out of me, said, “Don’t fucking move,” and went to see what was going on. Lionel chatted with his men, came back in the bedroom, grabbed his pants and a shirt off the back of a chair and said, “Our guests from Baltimore are both fucking early. There’ a plate of good shit on the table for you, when you ready, meet me downstairs.” As Lionel left he waved one of his crew in to me with the implicit ‘go for it’ and within seconds I had another big dick up my ass, pumping me deep. This guy was young, and like almost all of Lionel’s men was straight, but he would fuck a wet hole if the chance was there. While he had a nice dick, he liked to call me baby girl, which after a while I found tiresome and was like yeah, whatever, just give me your load! He shot a huge load up my ass and I left it in as I splashed water on my face, tossed on a ball cap, hit the white lines on the plate on the table, and asked the man guarding our door to take me to Lionel. Lionel was in one of the smaller, private lounges, sitting in a leather chair across from a shorter, bald headed white guy with glasses. I took a seat to the side and listened as they discussed how best to get drugs off ships that come into the Port of Baltimore, how much the customs officers need for bribes, what his men would and would not do etc… I was bored, this was Lionel’s shit, and was fidgeting in my chair. Lionel excused himself, came over to me and said, “I need you to go next door. The leader of the Baltimore Westside Crew is here – fucker is HOURS EARLY – any ways, do you what you do and entertain him. When you done, send someone to find me. This one here ain’t goin to do shit with you. I’ve offered and discussed how it would help seal our deal, but he’s fucking plain as shit vanilla, no drugs, no liquor, and no boy pussy. Go on now, do your thing.” I gladly left the room and went down the hall to another private lounge. This one was bigger than the one Lionel was in and had a private bed/alcove at the back of the room similar to where the Philly Boys fucked me down. One of Lionel’s men was displaying an assortment of drugs for a thuggish looking guy who was leaning over the table and examining what was being offered, several large gold rings weighing his fingers down. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said in a deep and gravely voice as he snorted a line of white and looked up and winked at me through glassy eyes. “Mother-fuckin-shit BURNS! – WHOO _ HEE!” He shook his head, nodded, and Lionel’s man lined up a full dinner plate of lines and I stepped over to join them. The Baltimore crew leader tilted his head, looked at me, looked at Lionel’s man and asked him, “Who’s this now? I came all the way fuck down here to see your boss and your shit. I don’t need nobody else sniffing around me here now, you feel me?” I stepped up and hit several lines as Lionel’s Lieutenant said, “Yo man, HE’s the boss, so show some fucking respect.” The thug from Baltimore stepped back, “No shit? Whoa man, no offense man, no offense,” as he shook his head fighting the rush of his high. I dismissed Lionel’s man, hit two more lines, and as I wiped the powder off my nose said, “None taken, so how about we hang and visit for a while. My man Lionel is busy right now, so it will be just you and I for a while and I think we can find something to entertain you.” He smiled as I stepped behind the bar, asked him what he liked to drink, and made him a rum and coke, extra strong, and turned on the big screen TV that automatically began playing a straight gang-bang flick. Nothing better to get a man in the mood. His eyes got wide at the life size fucking on the screen and he nodded in thanks as I set a full plate of drugs and his drink on the table and sat down. “So you really in charge man? It’s just…I…well this aint’ seem like the sort of shit you can handle no – no offense you know. Call me Hook, the one and true, the only, Blatino Captain Hook.” I laughed as he clumsily stood up and did a small bow as he said that, I shook his hand, his firm grip and twinkle in his eye made my ass twitch as this brotha seemed like he may be game. I sat in the chair closest to him, pulled the plate up, hit it hard, smiled and said, “So tell me Captain oh Captain, why do they call you Hook?” Hook smiled, the left side of his lip curling up making a little sneer as he casually stood up, took off his big brown belt and set it on the table, letting his pants drop to the floor. He then pulled down his baby blue boxer shorts letting a big, wicked thick dick pop out and bounce around. I looked at his dick, at his face, and smiled – oh yeah, Hook was right. His dick was fat, thick, and had a wicked curve, or hook, to the left and I was mesmerized. I leaned closer to inspect it, I touched it, looked it up and down and he did not stop me. I licked my finger, scooped up two lines on the plate, wiped it off on his dick, then opened my mouth and gave him a vanilla swirl, mixing my spit with the drugs, making sure some got in his piss slit, making him two step from the burn. His was one of the most perfect looking dicks I had ever seen. Perfect brown, with a pink ring and lighter head, perfect thickness and not a blemish on his skin. Perfect sized balls, perfectly trimmed hair, and his precum made perfect little tear drop shapes as it leaked out. “Will you OBEY!?” Hook asked. I looked up, not sure what he meant, as he pushed his chair back and stood looking down at me. “Will you OBEY!?” he asked again. I nodded. “Get these fucking clothes off me. Fold them right or else. I don’t give a fucking shit if you in charge, all I see is a dick hungry white hole who needs to obey me. I will fuck that ass up, I know you’re kind, teasing, playing, acting you like want a thug jumpin up in that ass then trying to back down. Not this time! Now get to work and undress me.” While I was turned the fuck on, I reminded him he was not the master in this house and casually stayed in my chair, cleaned a few more lines off the plate, and then knelt on the floor and began unlacing his $200 Nikes and slipping his clothes off his body. His arms, and torso was covered with scars of all shapes and sizes, and I started to gently kiss them when he pushed me away, so I just held his dick and guided it to my waiting mouth. It was really hard to suck him with that curve and I had to sort of scoot to his left side to actually suck it straight on. Very strange and hot at the same time as he was like a freak of nature. His dick was pungent and nasty tasting and I am a total pig, but it made even me pause. It looked so clean, yet something……Hook just looked down, smiled, and guided me back onto his dick enjoying that he was feeding me the aftertaste of whoever or whatever he had fucked last. “You ready for some hood dick? You dick hungry ain’t ya? Hungry for a big old black dick? Ready for a street fuck? Don’t expect no kissing and shit from me, all I want and need is a hungry hungry hole to milk me. So get the fuck up and bend over this table, clean that shit off first that’s it, now bend over and let me up in there. Taste this venom up in that ass.” As I laid my chest on the table and braced myself, Hook bent down and started licking my hole. He then sucked on his finger, rolled it around on the plate clearing out the last few lines and shoved his finger in my ass giving me an extreme booty bump. I was already flying and the bump sent me to the stars and I started babbling, “Fuck me Hook, make me obey you, I’ll do ANYTHING, ANYTHING, just fuck me please!!!” Hook laughed, “I know you will, I know.” Hook grabbed a hold of my t-shirt, wrapped his hands round and round like he was trying to reign in a horse, and once he had me held good and tight, he lined up his dick to my hole, and began to push into my ring. My hole was already lubed with cum, and the booty bump was making my ass wink open and shut in hunger and need and when next it winked open, Hook was there to invade it with rough, deep, long strokes. Hook stood almost sideways to my ass as he pushed the head of his big, long dick into my hole. I was so high, I did not even wince, and just begged for more. But once Hook was had about half his 10 inch dick inside me, he straightened up and stood normally, which made me gasp and my whole body spasm in pain and surprise. “Fuck yeah, that curve always gets them,” Hook laughed as he then began stretching my guts and forcing his way inside me in the most unnatural way. “Make that ass clap,” Hook said, “Just like my girl, she won $100 at a contest at the club, your ass is like hers, nice and meaty, now let daddy hear it, make it clap for daddy!” Hook dug left, Hook dug right, Hook scraped my ass and made it gape wide open as he turned me into a pussy for his dick as I moaned, squirmed, and spit ran from my mouth and pooled on the table as Hook fucked me stupid. Hook suddenly pulled out, ““Where you going, I ain’t done yet. OBEY! Bring that plate over here, I got a ways to go yet before I am satisfied. Come on now, get off me, where’s that plate? That hole is getting tight again, can’t be having that, now open up and take this booty bump, I need me a slut to fuck.” My ass burned as he coated my insides with white powder, the high rushed through me like a bullet train and I was bouncing my ass, begging for more, and Hook guided his crooked dick back up my sore ass. FUCK THAT HURT! It was like being double fucked, but worse because of the angle, but Hook had me bent over the table and I could not run, could only take it how he gave it and my mind raced to find a way to deal. Hook tore my hole open, showing me that the Baltimore boys could hold their own with Philly and all the rest. I could tell he was getting close as he started moaning louder and louder and I began to push back on his dick, and begged him to fuck me deeper and harder. Hook began to pull all the way and angle his dick even more so I got scraped good and hard as he sank back up my wet, open hole. “You want this nutt up there? Huh? Or you want me to pull out and glaze your face?” Hook asked. I told him I wanted it all in my ass and he soon began to glaze my guts with a hot load. He stayed hard and continued to work his load around in my ass as I started to come down again. This time he did not let me snort any more lines as he took about 20 minutes to shoot load number two in me and the last few minutes were more than I thought I could take as I felt like I was more sober than I had been in days. The cum puddled on the floor, my knees shook as Hook pulled out of my ass, “That’s what I’m talking about,” Hook sighed, “An ass that can take some dick like daddy want it, ain’t that right? You good? I know you good, you ready for some more? I got a few more loads in me, but for now let’s chill a bit and converse.” I didn’t bother to wipe my ass as I went to the bar, made us fresh drinks and refilled the plate with lines of snow, went back and joined Hook at the table as he casually wiped a trail of cum and ass juice off the table top. We chatted for a little while and my ass felt too empty, so I stood up, bent over, presented him my hole and said, “Let me see how hard you can fuck man. If I am pleased, maybe then I’ll decide we can do business with you.” Hook laughed, coated my hole, and this time we found the alcove bed and he slam fucked me in every position he could think of as he wanted – no needed – our drug trade. I was fucked up, and being fucked, when I noticed Lionel leaning against the wall, chewing on his upper lip and stroking his hard dick through his pants as he watched us. Hook noticed too, stopped pumping my hole, when Lionel said, “Yo, don’t stop on my account, finish what you’all got going on. Go on now.” Hook started pumping again and soon gave me another load up my sore and throbbing ass. When he pulled out I cried out a little bit, fuck that hurt, and my ass throbbed as he walked back to the table, pointed to his clothes and said, “Obey me, get your ass over here and get me dressed.” I did as he said and Lionel could not resist trying to stick his fingers up my sloppy hole anytime it came near him. My ass was leaking and I needed more dick bad, but now Lionel and Hook were sitting and discussing business and ignoring me, so being frustrated I wiped the plate clean of drugs and left; found the first man of Lionel’s crew I could, took him into a bathroom and let him fuck my ass raw and deep. His dick was bumpy and totally infected, and I wanted it so bad and he loved giving it to me. When we were done and I had another load in my ass, I left and went over to the STOCKYARD, the public area of the Breeders Market that was the pump and dump section. It was a Wednesday, typically the slowest day of the week, but the STOCKYARD was open and offering $10 fucks as a way to generate more business for the weekend and train some of the new Mares. I found my head Stable Master, had him move the Mare from the one of the stalls up front, he found me a hood as I did not want to be recognized, chained me into the stall, and I waited for my first client as I was still horny as hell, my ass was full of cum, and I needed dick. Besides, what better way to understand the business than to work every step of the process. The STOCKYARD was louder than I expected, as I heard a Stable Master talk about a Mare whose hole would not close, another who constantly whimpered and whined and then Mares to my left who were chatty and verbal as I guessed their tops liked it. I was edgy and horny but soon had a nice dick in my ass and I focused on how great it felt having my hole worked. Several loads later I was yanked back to reality when Lionel found me, yanked the hood of my head and started yelling, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAD HAPPENED TO YOU! This is MY HOUSE, you know fucking better. I was worried Uncle Jack had found your ass. God damn fuck!!!” The Stable Master unhooked me from the stall, I stood up, walked over to Lionel who was almost shaking with anger, leaned against his body and said, “Please kiss me.” Lionel paused, let out a big sigh, snapped his collar around my neck and led me back to his suite of rooms. The rest of day 3 at the Breeders Market was spent making love with Lionel. All appointments were cancelled, all business postponed, all calls sent to voicemail, and all knocks at the door ignored. My only job was to please Lionel – my Soulja Lover. Stay tuned for Day 4: Richmond Leather Daddies

Part 4-Day 2: Breeders Market – The Stealth Fuck Dwayne and Malcolm’s cum was still oozing out of my ass when we finally made it back up to Lionel’s apartment. Lionel was in heat for sure, so after I milked a big nutt out of him, it was time for some food, a disco nap, and then D&R (douche and redecorate). Lionel wanted my hole left open and used, so none of Dr Mike’s special salve to tighten me back up, but he did give me a special drug cocktail to put me out and into a deep sleep for about 5 hours until it was time to get up for that night’s Breeder’s Market. Far too soon it seemed I began to wake up. Fuzzy, but the feel of a hard dick rubbing against my ass was clear and then a finger worked into my hole, followed by the hot burning of a large booty bump. At first I thought it was Lionel, but the body was not his, so I lay still, pretending I was still sleeping. The man on the bed with me parted my cheeks and lapped at the crystal slush now coating my hole. I could not help but to moan and started pushing my ass back to meet his tongue. When I was nice an slicked up, he positioned his dick against my hole and as he slid in, he let his weight fall onto my back. I could tell by the super thickness of his dick that it was D, the guy who managed our warehouse operations –the veins that ran along his shaft were really engorged, making hard ridges that created extra feeling. “Lionel said I could come wake you up with a nice creamy surprise, hmmm hmmm, ass is nice and open for me. Feel me digging around in there?” D said as he dug into my ass. “Get nasty with me now, come on, worship that dick with that ass, that’s it, ride it baby, ride it baby, show me you nasty!” D’s wake up call of crystal and a hot load got me and I was soon dressed and collared as Lionel led me out for the night’s festivities. We first went by the Stockyard and I could not tell if the strong odor of cum was from all the breeding here, or D’s load dripping out of my ass. Lionel had chemmed me up big time before we left, so I was ready for anything as we stood and watched the flurry of activity as the Stable Masters prepared the Mares for the evening Market and hours of raw breeding and fucking. I was anxious to get fucked, but Lionel had business to take care of, so we ended up in the drug bar with several of his lieutenants and to keep me occupied he set me in the corner with a black plate full of white lines. I snorted some up, and a few minutes after we arrived watched as Lionel stood and greeted a tall white man who had been escorted in. They shook hands, and I wondered who he was as he looked out of place in his suit and tie. He had a square cut jaw, blond hair, clean shaven, athletic build, as tall as Lionel but not as built. As they walked across the room to the bar the blond man moved with grace and efficiency. The Market would not be open for another hour, so he must be here for some other purpose. I continued to watch them as another of Lionel’s lieutenants came in, whispered in Lionel’s ear, he then excused himself and left the room saying he would be just a few moments and was followed out by all of his men. The blond man casually looked around, took a tip of his drink, then glanced over to me, nodded, and adjusted his standing position so I could see the swelling of a nice large dick tenting his pants. I licked my lips, got up and went over. “I’m Nick,” he said as he shook my hand, and glanced at my collar and leash with a slight smirk. I started to introduce myself and he shook his head, “Oh there is no need. I know who you are and wanted to thank you for your hospitality this evening. I am quite impressed with the operations here and look forward to sampling the many delights offered.” He was not the type I was usually attracted to at all. A little too clean cut and the term ‘sweater queen’ came to mind. But, my ass was twitching at the sight of the growing bulge in his pants, so I asked, “The Market does not start for a while yet, what brings you here early? What are you meeting with Lionel about?” The blond set his glass on the bar and replied, “I am considering an investment one could say.” Well that was vague. He then took a step sideways, his body now pressing against mine, he leaned close to me and said, “Let me have a kiss. I promise to stop if you ask me to.” I nodded, our lips met and the kiss was not all that bad. What was even better was the heat from his now hard dick as it pressed against me, throbbing, in need of release. “Come,” he said as he grabbed my hand. “Let’s just find someplace a little more private for our next kiss.” I didn’t say anything and just followed him to a door at the back, down a short hallway, a couple more turns and then into a fairly dark stairwell. He clearly knew his way around and could see the question on my face. “I paid close attention when I was given the tour. I always like to know where one can find a quiet moment if the opportunity should present itself. I understand these stairs are only used by the cleaning crew early in the morning, so we won’t be disturbed.” The door to the stairwell closed, the blond man pressed his body against mine, pulled me tight to him, and kissed me again. His tongue worked its way around my mouth as my hand worked to open the front of his pants while he moaned in appreciation. As soon as his dick was free I knelt down and began to lick his balls, then his shaft before sucking it. His dick was nice and long, maybe 9-9.5 inches, nice thickness, his hair around the base was trimmed and neat, his balls shaved. I stood up, dropped my pants, bent over, placed my hands on the steps and waited. “I have a small packet of lube if you want any,” the blond man said. I shook my head, “No, ass is ready to go, just fuck me,” I replied, D’s thick load would provide all the lube I needed. He squirted the lube on his dick then pressed it against my hole and slid in nice and easy. Not a word was said as he fucked me and while I am usually verbal, just did not feel right to say anything, so I just enjoyed the dick and knowing my ass was going to be loaded with more cum. It did not take him long and when he was ready to shoot he stood perfectly still and said, “Don’t move,” and then a few seconds later I could feel his dick spasm in my ass as he shot. When he was done he slid out, I licked him clean, and he said, “Thank you. If you are ever interested in meeting sometime in a more, let’s say comfortable environment, give me call at this number. I also have a couple of friends who are EXTEMELY well endowed and believe you would enjoy our efforts to please you. Until next time.” The blond guy zipped up and walked out, leaving me alone in the stairwell. I reached down, fingered my ass and then licked my finger clean, tasting his sweet cum and the tang of D’s load. I got dressed, went back to the bar and found Lionel looking none too happy. “Where the fuck did you go?” he asked, then as he got close to me he said, “You got fucked didn’t you, damn boy I can always tell when your ass has been busy.” I gave him my best puppy dog innocent eyes, but he wasn’t buying it so I admitted it all and said, “Just handling a little customer relations, that’s all.” Lionel shook his head, turned me around, made sure his blinged out collar was tight, yanked the chain a few times and said, “Remember who the MASTER is in this house. I best keep this leash in sight tonight before you go get yourself into trouble. Say, “YES MASTER!” I was thinking of some trouble, fingering the business card the blond man had given me, wondering what he meant when he said his friends were extremely well endowed. The yank of the chain brought me back to attention, I gave Lionel an icy look and said, “Yes Master.” Lionel laughed hard and loud and snickered, “That’s right BOY – BITCH BOY. Time to get you good and fucked up, almost time for the evening to begin.” While Lionel set out a plate with some fresh white lines that he said was some new shit superior to the other stuff, the blond man had just pulled away in his Mercedes and dialed a number to a large, secluded house located just across the state line in Maryland. After 5 rings the call was answered and he could hear the sounds of someone crying and whimpering in the background as an angry voice told them to shut the fuck up. He was always surprised how the accent was more pronounced when his boss was angry. “So tell me, did you see him?” his boss asked. “Yes, I did, and just as you predicted he was easily led off and eager to bend over. I also believe he will call as he seemed most interested when I mentioned what was being offered,” the blond man responded. “Good. Now get your ass over here. This pathetic boy was broken before I barely got started. So until I get HIM back, I will just have to continue to take my frustrations out on you.” The blond man shivered a bit at that. While he had never felt so complete submitting to someone before, there was something about the one called Uncle Jack that disturbed him. As he considered the evening that lay ahead he was too distracted to notice the car that had been following him - the car that Lionel had ordered to tail him. Lionel knew something was off about the blond man from the moment he saw him, he did not know exactly what, so his men were ordered to find out. Little did they know he was now their best shot of finding their enemy number one – Uncle Jack. Stay tuned for Day 3: Captain Hook and the Baltimore Crew

Chapter 8: Miguel’s Breeding and My AIDs Fuck-fest - I went to sleep with Santos fucking me raw and breeding me with his load, he asked me to tell him how much I wanted his AIDs, and how I wanted to be fucked by the most infected men around. Men who were ill looking, had lesions or infections and told me they had AIDs, made me such a pig and I wanted all of their dick, cum, spit, and more!!! My secret was I knew I would soon get more AIDs dick then I ever thought possible. My bill to MS-13 was coming due soon. The next few days were busy as I finished lining things up and by the end of the week was ready. Friday morning started as usual with breakfast with Santos, Miguel, and Los Chicos. Miguel and Los Chicos had settled into an uneasy co-existence, well really Miguel was uneasy. Nothing seemed to faze Erazo and Armando and they seemed to enjoy teasing Miguel and pushing his buttons as he could not hide his annoyance very well. That morning’s issue appeared to be them asking why he did not like to fuck with them when they fucked me, they had enough for him too, and so on. Santos and I had decided in advance to change things up that day, and it was a good thing we did. As breakfast wound down Santos said to Los Chicos, “Today, you will come with me. I need you to help me and we have some things to prepare for this afternoon’s meeting. Miguel, you stay here.” Miguel looked a little crestfallen, but as soon as Santos and Los Chicos left, I turned to Miguel, “I asked Santos to take them today,” I said to him, “I wanted to spend the day with you. I have not seen you enough these past few days and know things have been a little crazy. Come, Santos shot a big load in me just before breakfast, you want to work it in for me?” Miguel happily followed me to my bedroom and began to eat my ass out. He was a little cum hound who liked nothing better than to lap loads out of my ass, well I guess he liked fucking even more. Once had had my hole nice and relaxed and slicked up, Miguel had me get doggy style with my chest down, ass up, he then stepped up onto the bed and filled my ass with his nice uncut dick. The boy’s dick felt so good and I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his deep breeding. “Don’t go yet little brother,” I told Miguel once he had finished and pulled out. Santos and I had decided that if Miguel was going to be a true part of the family, he should be bred by us and joined to us with our infections. The thought of Santos fucking him did not bother me surprisingly, but Santos said I should be the first as Miguel was closer to me. I did not even know if Miguel had ever been fucked, but time to find out. I had Miguel kneel on the edge of the bed as I got behind him and gently licked at his ass. He flinched a little at first like he was not used to the sensation, then relaxed, and soon I had my tongue buried in his funky hole. Ass was not my thing at all, but for some reason with Miguel I was so turned on. I stood up, rubbed my hands up and down Miguel’s back, rubbed his ass, gently rubbed a finger around his hole while I licked on his balls, which made him squirm, moan, and his little brown ass quiver. I licked his ass a little more, stood back up, and placed the head of my dick between his cheeks at his waiting hole. Miguel was almost shaking now, from fear or excitement I don’t know. I began to gently push my dick into Miguel’s ass and he immediately pulled away. I pulled him back, rubbed his back and ass with my hands, “It’s OK mi hermano, we don’t have to do this. But I would like to fuck you and you know how good it feels for me when you fuck me, I want to share that with you too. Do you want me to stop? Do you want to have something to drink, I can get the Guaro for you?” Miguel’s voice was soft and tentative when he said, “No… I mean yes…I…please fuck me.” That’s all I needed, so I firmly grabbed Miguel by his hips and lined my dick back up with his hole. I leaned forward so I could wrap my left arm around his chest and with my right hand reached underneath him and stroked his dick. Miguel was hard and his dick was drooling, so after a few strokes I began to push my dick through his outer ring. Miguel’s back arched, his whole body tensed, “Shhhh my hermano, it’s ok, it’s ok, I’ll go slow. Just relax, breathe, that’s it relax, feel me push in just a little more. That’s good, push your hole open for me like you have to shit, come on now, so fucking tight! Tell me what you want mi hermano, tell me what you need!” Miguel’s voice was sure now as he begged, “OH PLEASE FUCK ME, I WANT YOU, FUCK ME PLEASE, PLEASE…” I continued my slow and steady push and was soon buried in Miguel’s ass. His hole was hot, pulsing, trying to milk me as I continued to hold him and began to move my hips back and forth, working my dick in and out of his virgin hole. “You want my cum little brother? Want me to fuck you? God damn you got a nice hole, I’m going to give you my cum, make you a true part of our family now, you want my AIDs in you, tell me Miguel, you want to be with me and Santos forever? Huh…..of shit…….grrrr…..fuck boy……yeah…..ahhhh yeah….AAAAAAHHHHHH YEEEAAHHH!!!!” I blew my charged load up Miguel’s ass, shot after shot and my orgasm went on and on. Finally I was done breeding him, and slowly eased my softening dick out of his ass. Miguel immediately turned around and started to suck it clean, making me jump and squirm as I was so sensitive. I had to push him off and said, “You got to give me a minute, fuck – just a minute.” Miguel anxiously licked his lips and I then let him finish sucking me dry and cleaning me. I sat beside him on the bed, Miguel was smiling wide and he was all fidgety, his dick was ready to go and was streaming pre-cum. “Miguel, this – what we did – is just between us – you, me, and Santos. I won’t do this with Los Chicos, only you, understand? They are not family. We don’t ever have to do this again, only if you want to. If you do, and then if someday you are ready, Santos will fuck you too and I don’t mind. OK?” Miguel just nodded, licked his lips again, then pushed me back onto the bed and mounted me again as it appeared the fuck I gave him recharged his batteries and he gave me load number two. The rest of the day was spent preparing for the afternoon’s meeting. I was scheduled to go before El Capo – The Boss – and the leaders of the three gangs in the prison to make my offer for the empty store space in the Mercado, along with anyone else who planned to make a bid. I was not nervous at all and although I knew nothing was a sure thing, I felt confidant that things would work out. At 3:00 p.m. Santos arrived with several of his enforcers, all of whom were armed, and Miguel and I joined them as we were led to a section of the prison I had never been to before. Each gang controlled their own area, and when I did not see any prisoners along the way Santos said that he had sent a group of his enforcers ahead to clear the way. The room we were going to was a sort of buffer zone/no man’s land that the gangs now used for meetings of the leaders and other things. Santos and his enforcers made sure no one else was armed and that the peace was kept. The rooms we entered seemed to be in an old part of the prison, with large, heavy wood doors, large windows partially covered by leafy trees. Santos had Miguel and I sit and he and two of his men entered the room next door and closed the door behind them. A few minutes later Santos came out and told me I could go in. When I entered I was surprised to see only three men sitting there; David, the leader of Calle 18; Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros (or leader) of MS-13 in all of San Pedro Sula; and Sancho, the uncle of the leaders of Control Machete and grandfather of Erazo, one of our Los Chicos. I was surprised to see him and he was the first to speak with a wave of his hand, “Yes, I expect you have not heard. After hearing from my friends here, I decided my nephews were not quite ready to run things so they have decided to take a nice vacation back in the country.” How do you take a vacation from prison? I did not ask and also wondered why Santos or Los Chicos had not mentioned this. David then spoke and said, “You are here to make an offer to become a merchant in the Mercado correct? As the decision is ours, El Capo will do as we say, so we saw no need to involve him or others. Please, let us hear your offer.” I explained to the three gang leaders my plan which was simply I would take over the three ownerless shops as having one person own and run all three would create greater stability – and profit – for everyone. I planned to represent each gang in my stores, so Los Chicos would run and manage the one store for the small shampoos and liquors and other items I had already secured a supply chain for. Another would be used for the sale and repair of small electronics like cell radios, watches, and such that I had identified a gang member from Calle 18 to run and manage who had the skills, but not the funding or place to work. Finally, the third store I would hire someone from MS-13 and enforcers from Santos crew to staff and manage a little bank of sorts. A place to exchange cash from the outside for tradable goods on the inside like cigarettes at a rate agreed on by all of the gangs. I was not looking to get into loans or other things they already were handling, just to provide a way for those with little money to get something they could truly use in the prison. I was prepared to give $2,000 cash now for the lease to the stores, I would invest another $1,000 in start up costs, goods, materials, bribes to the guards etc…. and of course I would pay the standard fees back to El Capo and the gangs. The three gang leaders spoke quietly for a moment then the leader of MS-13 said, “You understand this is a most unusual request, but you are a most unusual ‘prisoner’ here.” They all laughed as he continued, “We have all agreed that things had to change as you saw, and there had to be a better way to live and run things here. The Mercado continues to be a challenge at times, but we each appreciate your willingness to make sure each gang is involved and we will support you in this. But, understand it is still not safe for you in many areas of the prison. You cannot go to the Mercado, the risk is too high and I know you would not to ask others from Santos’s crew to risk themselves to try to protect you.” “I understand,” I said, “And agree and Miguel will be one connection to the shops, in addition I will purchase cell phones for us, and I will meet with the staff from each store in our area of the prison each morning so I can manage from there. I am confidant this will work and thank you and tomorrow night I would like to invite all of you to our area for dinner, I have a special surprise for everyone and hope you can make it.” When I went back to the outer room, Santos was casually sitting in a chair in his usual pose, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding a cigarette. Miguel was anxiously pacing and came rushing over, “So, what did they say? Do we get them? When do we start? How much did you have to pay?” Santos had put his cigarette out, came over, put his arm around me, “Take it easy on Little Papi, let him speak.” I told them everything was settled and we can open the stores as soon as we line up our stock, staff, repaint and make some other repairs and upgrades, so soon. I also asked Miguel if he would be my assistant, as I needed someone I could count on to be my eyes and ears for all three stores since I could not be there and to be there to help me and the store staff as needed. Miguel jumped around with excitement and started babbling on about all the things he wanted to sell, or buy, or make as we began to walk back to our section of the prison. Santos walked with his arm around, he squeezed me tight and said, “I knew you could do it Little Papi. I think we need to celebrate tonight! I know tomorrow you want to do something for us, but tell me mi mujer, my wife, what can your husband do for you tonight?” Santos had a nasty gleam in his eye when he said that, so we stopped, I whispered in his ear what he wanted, he smiled, nodded, and sent of one of his enforcers to begin making arrangements. That evening after dinner, Santos took me to what I now called our playroom. We stopped in the hallway as his men closed the outer door and we were alone. “You know how much it turns me on to see you be a bug chaser for me Little Papi. I love knowing you have infected cum in your ass waiting for me, seeing you taking infected dick, knowing that I am with you always from my breedings. Here, have some of this good Guaro, and let’s have some fun.” I took several big swallows, felt the burn kick in, but before we went on, Santos reached into his back pocket and pulled out the same toothbrush he had used on my ass before. I continued to drink and felt the liquor kick in as I bent over and Santos prepped my hole the way he wanted. I was already infected, but was willing to do anything to please my husband. When he was satisfied, we then entered the back room and Santos had not disappointed me. Sitting around in various states of undress were several men including The Goat, the guy with the lesions on his legs, a few others I had seen and fucked with over the course of the past months, all together, all partying and having fun, and all ready to make me their AIDs filled hole. I looked at Santos whose tear drop tat his cheek danced in excitement as he smiled and nodded at each. He handed me the Guaro, slapped my ass and said, “Go on Little Papi. They are here for you. Don’t worry, I am always near by.” Santos pulled a chair over to a darkened corner where he had the best view of the dirty mattress in the middle of the floor, lit up a cigarette, and sat back to enjoy the show. I was immediately surrounded by horny, AIDs filled, gangbanger dick, all wanting a hole, and I was happy to give it to them. The Goat’s dick was even nastier then before, the skinny guy with the lesions looked even sicker, the rest were no better. One of the new guys sucked me off while I got fucked, I took spit in my mouth, piss, and loads in my ass from each of their dicks. I was in pig heaven, or should I say bug chaser heaven!!! As they finished up and were fully satisfied, they left, the whole while Santos sat casually in his chair smoking, watching, not saying a word. Then we were alone once more. Santos came and kneeled beside me as I lay covered in infected cum and juices on the filthy little mattress. He rubbed my head like he always did, which soothed me, “Little Papi, did you enjoy that? Hmm? I could see you did. I did too! Fuck mi mujer! Seeing you take all that infected banger dick. Look how hard you have made me?” I could now see a large dark stain on the leg of his jeans where Santos’ dick had precummed and marked his excitement. “But we have one more old friend who wishes to say hi and should be here soon. While we wait, drink up and let me make sure you still ready.” After a fresh scrubbing of the toothbrush in my hole, I gently sat back down, my ass feeling the effect of all that dick and Santos’ heavy handed work. Santos sat beside me, lit a cigarette, and I reached over to free his dick, “No Little Papi, it’s not time yet.” I was disappointed, so satisfied myself with kissing his naked torso and tasting his sweat. One of his crew opened the door and in came two more men. The first I recognized, it was Oscar, the banger with the bull tattoo and a rough fucker. The first time he fucked me Santos said he was, “…a total culero, or someone who fucks the ass, and his dick is scarred and nasty from all the shit he’s got and he can’t wait to breed you.” The other I did not know, but we was one of the largest men I had seen here in prison, taller, thicker built, meaner looking if possible. Santos stood up, greeted both men, I downed the rest of the bottle knowing I would need it. Pulling his t-shirt off the back of the chair, Santos knelt beside me again and said, “Si Little Papi, you know how Oscar likes it. You will have my t-shirt over your face and do not touch him. I’ll be back in a while.” The room got much warmer as the liquor kicked fully in and my breath was stifled from the cotton shirt over my face. I heard the door open and close, the sound of clothes being taken off and some Spanish before a large hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward. I got on to my hands and knees and crawled a few feet on the concrete floor. One of the chairs was moved, then my head was lifted up a little as I was positioned between someone’s legs, the cotton t-shirt lifted slightly and a big, long dick slapped me in the face. I opened my mouth, the man laughed, and continued to swing his dick hard against my face, first one side, then the other. There was a slight gap where the t-shirt was over my eyes, so by looking down I could see the chair and his thick, muscled legs. Must be the new guy and I tilted my head to get a better look at the dick and him, but was slapped on the back of the head by Oscar, so put my head back down and left my mouth open as the new guy continued to slap my face with his big dick. He seemed to be about as big as Santos, and as thick as Oscar, so knew I would feel him for sure. The uneven texture of the concrete floor was like sandpaper on my knees, but I was afraid to say anything as he continued slapping my face and lips with his dick, each stroke harder than the last. When his cock was fully hard he pushed it into my waiting mouth and put his hand on the back of my head and made me try to swallow him whole. While Santos enjoyed the occasional rough throat fuck, he preferred my ass, most guys here seem to, so I had not had a lot of experience sucking dick lately, especially one so large, but I tried. He shifted his hips forward in the chair, I opened my jaws as wide as I could, and choked, gagged, and sniffled as he fed me his dick, which had clearly not been washed in many days and tasted like dirty ass, piss, stale cum, sweat, and who knew what else. As I was shifting the angle of my neck, Oscar kicked my legs apart, ran his thick fingers and up and down my slick crack, then jammed two of them in, pulled them out, then jammed in three, worked them around side to side, then pulled them out. Just like before, Oscar slam fucked me on his way in, any objection I had muffled by the new guy’s dick. Oscar went balls deep, forcing me wide open for his nasty dick, thrust several times, pulled out, stuck his fingers back in my hole and worked them around then slammed them back in opening my cum filled ass up just the way he wanted. I was so loaded with cum my hole made wet slurping sounds with every thrust and both men seemed to like that. While Oscar fucked, the new guy continued to work his dick down my throat, my spit and snot now coating him in a slimey layer, lubing his shaft while he held my head and pummeled my throat. I did not taste much of his load, but felt it hit the back of my throat when he shot. When he finished and pulled almost all the way out of my mouth, I sucked on his open slit and tasted his funky seed. He pushed my head off his dick as Oscar continued his fuck, my knees screaming, my hole begging for more. Oscar soon grabbed me hard, pulled me into him and shot his load up my ass, a bucket full of cum adding to the foul mix in my guts. Once every drop was inside me, Oscar yanked his dick out making me holler, they both laughed, and I was led back to the dirty mattress, shoved onto my stomach, and the new guy fumbled around trying to get his dick inside my freshly fucked hole. As big as his dick was and as open as my hole was, it should have been no problem, but he kept hitting too high, or two low, and I tried shifting my body to help, to no avail, Frustrated he finally got off, pulled me back onto my hands and knees and taking a page from the Oscar handbook on scarping guts, slam fucked me. He was way fucking bigger than Oscar and I tried to run, and as I did he just pushed me flat onto my stomach again, his weight dropping on me forcing his dick even further up my ass. The new guy adjusted himself, gyrated his hips to get a feel of my hole, then started slow, long, deep strokes making sure I had a chance to appreciate every inch of his dirty prison dick. He just laid on me, his hands and arms out to the side, the only thing moving was his dick and hips as he fucked me like he wanted. I was not sure where Oscar was and just focused on taking the dick. My ass continued to relax and open for the gut fucking and I also started flexing my hole as much as I could, milking his dick, pulling it in deeper, massaging the shaft with all the AIDs cum that had been planted there. When the new guy got close, he pushed himself onto his hands, angled up in my ass, and fucked fast and furious, his breath coming in short, shallow, bursts as he shot long, deep wads of cum into my ass. Once he finished, he yanked his dick and my ass felt so open now. I wanted more and started wiggling my ass, hoping they would take the invitation. They just laughed, one of them gently kicked me in the hips with a booted foot, and they left. I stayed on the mattress, face down, still hoping they – or someone – would fuck me. The door opened, I heard someone get undressed, felt someone begin to climb onto me, a large hand began to rub my head, “OH LITTLE PAPI, YOUR HOLE IS SO WET!!!” Santos said as he slid his dick into my hungry hole to feed me. Santos took his time and enjoyed adding his toxic cum to all the other loads. When we got home I really had to go let some of it out, but Santos asked me to hold it, as he loved going to sleep with his dick inside me and knowing I had all of those men inside me too just made his dick stay hard. Stay tuned for Chapter 9: My Bill to MS13 Comes Due – The Finale

Day 2 SE-DC Breeders Market- The last thing I remember at the end of the first night at the SE-DC Breeders Market was hearing Lionel say, “The Philly Boys arrive tomorrow. They run all the crack and weed in Philly, but I plan to bring them into my network and before I am done they will be the bookend of our drug empire, with Norfolk/Richmond the other. Those Philly boys are freaky fuckers and it’s making me hard again thinking about them gang fucking you! We’ll get you good and high, and then they’ll make that pink hole open and sloppy wet with their AIDs and nasty STD dicks!” “GET THE FUCK UP! We got work to do,” Lionel yelled as he pulled back the blackout drapes on the windows, cranked up the tunes, and yanked the blankets off me so that I was blasted with cold air from the chilly, DC morning. “What the hell man!” I said. “You better leave that edge off your voice right now,” Lionel said as he came around the bed and stood over me, “Remember, this is my crib, my rules. I know you feel like shit, but a little hair of the dog and all that and I have an assortment of the best drugs to get you up, going, and feeling like new. You know I am the best pharmacist in town. Plus I got some good breakfast shit cooked up.” I looked up at Lionel, his naked body was all the enticement I needed, but before I rolled over I reached back to touch my ass since it had taken quite the beating the night before. Lionel laughed, “Don’t you worry, that pink hole of yours has tightened right back up. That cream shit Dr Mike came up with does wonders, but that shit you brought – hell – that stuff’s even way better. From Deacon right? I can only imagine what kind of damage he does when he fucks you. Now look what you done, got me all hard thinking about seeing you take the big man. He is big right? Would hate to think I am serving some little dicked bitch fucker.” Lionel turned to walk out and I said, “Hey wait, come back.” Lionel walked back over to the edge of the bed, his now dripping dick bouncing and asking for attention. I was more interested in something else as I ran my fingers over a new tattoo on his upper torso, just below his chest, soulja lover. “You like that?” Lionel asked, “It took you long enough to notice, although I guess since you were face down most of yesterday, this is really your first chance.” I sat up in the bed, pushed his dick to the side, leaned over, and gently kissed each letter before looking up and, “I think it’s perfect, and fits you. So soulja lover, want some fresh, tight, pink hole?” Lionel’s soulja cum left a wet spot on the leather chair as I shifted to grab another waffle. He was right, breakfast was good, his special drink was even better as he mixed in a little something extra to make me awake and ready for the day, but not too wired yet as he was right, there was business to take care of. Once we finished, we sat on the couch, Lionel lit up a smoke and when I asked for a hit he shook his head and said, “No, too early for you. I’m used to this – like every day used to this – so you need to wait. Here, look at this.” Lionel handed me a black, leather binder that was embossed with gold letters on the front – COVENANT. When I opened it the first section included a schedule for the day with several meetings, followed by background on who we were meeting and why. These were all related to Covenant’s various legal businesses in the area and Lionel explained that no matter what, for some of the people you could never take the hood out of the man, so it was important for me to show them he had my full trust and confidence. I agreed and assured him I would make it clear to all them that they either were on board and would follow his lead and orders, or I would happily replace them. The next section was related to some of our other businesses, including drugs, and of course contained very little written information, just a few general bullets that Lionel used as launching points to give me a full run down on our distribution networks in the city and region, sales, problems, and more. “One of the reasons I think the Breeders Market will really help us on the business side as it provides a great way to provide a service no one else does, and gets our foot in the door to take care of whatever other needs folks may have,” Lionel said. “We need to secure other options for getting our drugs into the region. I don’t like trucks and the roads. Too many variables between here and the border or the West Coast. I think we need to come through the ports and with Baltimore and Norfolk so close, its’ perfect.” The final section of the binder was marked XXX. I opened it and found a page with a man’s picture, well mug-shot actually, followed by some information: Height: 5”8 Weight: 165 Dick: 8, very thick, uncut Status: HIV unknown - long-term case of syphilis, never treated Other: Homeless, total freak, for a little weed will do anything including shit and piss. Hangs out mostly by Union Station, good informer. I looked at Lionel who explained, “I’ve started to build a catalog of folks who have different skill sets that I can call on when needed. This week, you get to be the first to order from the catalog for all the freaky dick you want!” Lionel laughed, hit his smoke, then continued, “Told you, I want to see you take as much dick as possible, and while we can find plenty walking around the Market, and I have some things already set up, you may find a few of interest in there too. So, I’m going to run downstairs, check on the crew, and will be back in a bit. Flip through the catalog, see what you like, make or list or shit, then I’ll have my guys arrange it.” I smiled, shook my head, Lionel got up, but before he left he handed me his smoke and said, “Hell, go ahead. Finish this off. Who knows, maybe I’ll come back with a surprise for you.” I was excited as I flipped through the catalog. Fuck, this was pretty wild. Lionel had a wide mix of guys for me to order from, but I also knew they all appealed to him too, at least the thought of watching them fuck and cum in me. I especially liked some of the descriptions that said, “head-board banger,” or “multiple cummer,” or “deep gut massager”. WOOF! I had several names on the list, including some guys I had played with in the past and thought it would be fun to see them again. There were several new ones too, and I was looking forward to the rest of the week. I had just finished the last of Lionel’s smoke when he returned, followed by a guy who was bundled up in a winter coat, gloves, and hat. I was still naked, but made no attempt of trying to cover myself up. While I used to me shy and self-conscious, Dr Mike fucked that out of me! Lionel came over and said, “This is D. My man here is in charge of all warehouse operations. Incoming, outgoing, maintaining the trucks, you name it, he can fix or get it done. Ain’t that right man? I need to go shower and get changed to for our next meeting, why don’t you two get to know each other.” Lionel left us alone, I set the binder and my dick order down on the coffee table, while D pulled off his gloves, reached into his coat pocket and brought out a little baggy of milky white rocks. “It’s fucking cold out there today. You got a plate and shit? One of the drivers burned up one of my engines, and with all that’s happening this week, the bay I need to fix it in is being used for other shit, so have had to work on it out in the back lot.” I brought the plate over as he continued to unload his pocket, spoon, razor blade, short straw. He continued talking as he dumped some of the rocks onto the plate, began crushing them with the spoon and cutting them with the razor. “No offense man, I mean about, what I said. I, just, well anyways, shit now I’m hot.” D stood up, took of his coat and a few more layers, before sitting back down. “Lionel’s my boy, you know? He’s been good to me, and you too. I know we’re keeping who you are on the DL and I get that, so don’t worry. That Uncle Jack was a piece of shit. Anyways, wanted to thank you. Life’s been kind of fucked up for me the past few years. Did some time, wife cheated on me then kicked me out, lost my place, my family are assholes, but Lionel, Lionel was there for me. Helped me as he could. Then he told me about a chance here, told me you were good people, a good man to work for. So thank you.” D held out his hand for me to shake, and I was touched and appreciated what he said. It was then I suddenly felt a little awkward sitting there naked. “You done crystal before? Yeah? I know most brothas around here like snow or other shit, but me, whoa, me I like this high better. Makes everything clear, I can think, everything is just more intense and not muddled and fucked up in my mind like when I do snow and stuff. Here, tell me what you think,” D said as he handed me the plate. FUCK THAT SHIT BURNS! Wow, he was right, that was good stuff. D took the plate, did a couple lines, leered at me with a wicked grin, and said, “Lionel also said there may be another way I could thank you, one that you might also appreciate if you would let me?” I just shook my head as D stood up, slowly undid his belt, let his pants drop, and stood there with his white briefs straining to hold what looked to be a very big dick. I reached out to pull his briefs down when he cuffed my hands away. “Spit it up, get it wet, show me how much you want to see it, worship it,” D said in a quit voice, like we were suddenly in church. I sat up on the edge of the couch, D stood between my spread legs, and without touching him I put my face in his crotch and began licking at the outline of his dick. My tongue quickly dried out as I licked on his cotton briefs, but I kept the spit flowing and soon had a nice wet outline of his now growing dick. I then leaned back slightly and let a gob of spit fly onto on his briefs, then worked it out and around with my mouth, which really turned him on. “Get nasty,” D said, “Worship that dick.” I placed my mouth over the wet, cotton-covered head of his dick and blew, my warm breath making D squirm. D reached down, latched a finger on each side of his briefs and pushed them down, setting his big dick free. Unlike Lionel, D was pretty hairy. His dick was a good length, but it was the thickness that made my eyes go wide. Oh yeah! “Get it wet,” D said, so I spit onto his dick, and licked him up and down getting it nice and sloppy wet. When his dick was dripping in spit he reached down, swiped two fingers on the plate, then wiped the crystal onto his dick, making it sparkle like a Christmas ornament. “Stand up and bend over,” D said while he wiped his finger across the plate again. I knew what was coming so I spit on my fingers, shoved them into my ass, then pulled my cheeks apart so D could get at my glistening hole. D roughly shoved his crystal-coated fingers into my ass, making my hips buck as the burn in my ass gave me a little taste, making me hungry for more. I then licked his fingers clean for him, bent back over and said, “Let’s see how thankful you really are man.” D immediately pushed his drug dick into my raw ass, giving me a third degree burn as the crystal tore at my guts and the high made me beg for him to go balls deep. “Fuck me! Please stick it all the way in. Please fuck me!” I begged. “You like it nasty?” D asked, “You ready to take all this meet and get attacked by some good dick? Most can’t, most beg me to stop. You want me to stop? Or you want me to dick you down like this!” My breath caught as D gave me exactly what I asked for, big, raw, nasty dick deep in my ass. The burning in my guts spread and I continued to beg for more while holding onto the couch to steady myself as D spread my hole wide, pushing the crystal deeper and deeper. Far too soon D was pounding me faster, “This hole was made to be fucked like this! Just made for it! God DAMN! Take this fucking nutt!!!!!!!!” D continued to pound deep and hard as stream after stream his cum soothed my burning guts. I was on my knees and licking D’s dick clean when he said, “Fuck man, I enjoyed that. Anytime you want to hang, just come see me. I would love to climb up on you in the back of one our trucks and take my time. Better yet, get you back to my place and see how nasty you can be!” I licked my lips clean, then cleaned the plate, stood up and said, “I would enjoy that man. I really would. I’m going to add you to the list so Lionel can make sure you and I get some more time together.” D smiled, put his coat back on, and left. I then went to find Lionel and found him in his bedroom, lying on his bed, his dick rock hard and a pool of precum glistening on his stomach. The TV was showing a picture of his living room from two different angles. “Fuck, that was a hot little show bitch! No way was I going to miss watching, and I told you, got this whole building wired, so I don’t miss ANY of the action. Come climb up here, that’s it, just position your cummy hole over my dick. Good. You want some more?” I was laying on the bed, my ass leaking cum as I took two fingers, ran them along my crack, and brought them to my mouth to taste the hot mix left by Lionel and D. I had not even left the suite yet and had three loads in my ass, damn this was going to be a good day. Lionel walked into the bedroom with a tray, set it on the bed and said, “You ready to get fucked up? I got some new shit I want you to try and time to make you a slut as the Philly boys called and will be here early, so our other meetings will have to wait. You ready to be violated by some Brotherly Love?” Stay Tuned for Part 2 of Day 2:

Day 1 – Part 2 SE-DC Breeders Market - After the smoke, Lionel handed me a black plate with several lines of powder, “A little something to tide you out,” he said as I snorted it up, savoring the burn, and suddenly feeling 1,000 times hornier than I already was. Lionel Laughed, we got dressed, the van slowed, stopped, and I followed him out of the van and into the garage adjusting my pants as my ass was dripping cum. The Breeders Market would start in a few hours, so Lionel took me on a quick tour. I had not even made it inside yet and I had a couple loads up my ass and was flying high. What would the next several days be like would I get lots of AIDs cum and other dirty bugs? First, we inspected the Mares. They were all in a large open room being groomed and prepped by the Stable Masters. I was surprised at how many there were, over three dozen, but Lionel explained there was no shortage of men volunteering to be Mares as DC was full of fucking bottoms, the challenge was finding those who could handle my infected blood in their bodies. That was the main requirement for most Mares, they had to be shot up with my super-infected blood and it had to take. Of course we always had a few Mares who were negative that were sold to the highest and nastiest bidder and their infection was also consensual, as we chose Mares who begged and pleaded to be converted. There would be no stealthing of the Mares, but we did plan on stealthing as many tops as possible through their infected asses. Of course I was most interested in one particular Mare, the one who had worked for Uncle Jack and kidnapped me and tortured me. Lionel directed me to him. He was dressed in bright pink lace, thigh-high stockings, had on a matching pink bra and a wig to match his neutered nature now. He was truly a cunt to be used and no longer a man. He flinched as I approached him, and well he should. I was suddenly flooded with anger and hatred and wanted to grab the chain on his collar and beat the fucker with it. Lionel understood and held me tight to assure me everything was ok and inclined his head as if to say, “You want to fuck him?” The thought turned my guts, all I wanted was to see Deacon ripping his balls off again and again in an endless, torturous loop of punishment. Since I could not have that, making him a whore for all of his old SE-DC buddies would be the next best thing. Lionel then showed me the rest of the set up. The private garage our VIP clients could enter, the immense security presence both technological and personnel, the various sections of the market for those who wanted rooms with dance music, or an area to watch porn while they fucked, a bar to grab a drink, or for those more hardcore a special bar that provided every drug you could imagine from T, to G, to E, and the entire fucking alphabet if you had the right cash. All of these areas would be staffed by Mares and Stable Masters so no matter where our Breeder clients went, there was a raw, warm hole ready and willing to get bred. We delivered it all. “What about the local police?” I asked Lionel. He laughed and said, “You were right, your old buddy Pooh, the cop who fucked you up at Franklin Square, had all the connections. We good. We help hold down and deal with the violent shit like murder and stuff, and they look the other way to all this. We’re the best enforcement DC police have right now, cause no one fucks with my business and stupid killing and shit does that, so we make sure it don’t happen around here and where we’re working.” I was pleased to hear that as the tour continued, but first I asked to stop at the drug bar for some more powder or smoke. “How fucked up are you willing to get?” Lionel asked me with a look that told me he was ready to get buck wild. “I am all yours, so your call,” I replied before bending over and cleaning off another black plate filled with straight white lines of the best money could buy. Lionel smiled and looking in his eyes I saw days full of mischief and freaky-off-the-wall-sex ahead. Good. Next Lionel showed me the Stockyard. This was designed as the high traffic area of the Breeders Market and while any of our Breeders could enter, the charge was only $20 as the Stockyard was designed for the blow-and-go crowd. Lionel’s crew had been out the past few days handing out $20 passes to all of the druggies, homeless, and infected men at the clinics, they could find. These Mares would be raped and filled with the dirtiest, nastiest, and most infected dick and cum this city had to offer and in turn, my infection would continue to spread to more and more people. The Stable Masters were now leading the Mares and locking them down in their stocks. For these Mares, there was no break, they were locked in and would be used until their holes were open, ripe, and flowing with infected loads. Lionel took me next to the core of the drug operation, which was centered in the old meat factory section. The large metal coolers made great secure locations for the drug suppl. The powder was wearing off and I asked if we could go back by the drug bar. Lionel shook his head and continued the tour, next showing me the mechanics bay that now contained various swings, slings, and raised platforms all designed for sex and allowing people to stand on the ramps on each side to watch the show. Wow, I was impressed with the entire set up, but was antsy so asked again for the drug bar. Lionel said nothing as he grabbed my hand and now led me to an elevator and past several checkpoints where his crew openly brandished their weapons. “Don’t worry,” Lionel said, “They have orders to shoot and kill that mother-fucker Uncle Jack if they see him or any of his crew, no questions asked. Trust – I plan to have that asshole’s head stuffed and on my wall before the year is out.” Lionel unlocked a large metal door that was guarded by four men and we entered a large suite. “This is my new crib, what do you think?” Lionel had turned the top floor of this part of the warehouse into a luxurious living space that rivaled COVENANT HQ in Chicago. I was taking it all in when Lionel said, “Here, hit this smoke, this shit is going to fuck you up! I want you to enjoy yourself while you are here, and you are in my house now, my crib, and you belong to ME! You get me? Good. For the next 7 days you ain’t nothing but a white bitch pussy who chasing this big black snake. Did you miss this dick? Tell me you missed this dick! Good. I like nothing better then a sloppy whore who is fucked up and nasty! Got me? Now do a few big hits, take that shit off, and I’ll be right back.” I was in the middle of Lionel’s living room, stark naked, waiting to see what Lionel had planned. I guess I caught a little chill of air as suddenly I was covered in goose bumps and started to shake a little, or maybe it was the drugs. Lionel was suddenly there, his naked body pressing again mine, rubbing my arms and back and pulling me close, “No worries man, I got you alright? I promise you will be safe this week, do you trust me? Good. Just enjoy yourself. I know more about what is going on with you then you may think. I know how you got those new tattoos on your arm, I know all about how you got to the level of infection that you are, and I know all about Deacon – well I know SOME about Deacon, I guess now you know more than anyone.” I pulled away, startled that Lionel knew Deacon’s name, let alone the other details. Was he a spy for Uncle Jack too? Lionel pulled me close again and said, “Our meeting at the library so many months ago was no accident. Deacon was already tracking you, and wanted you watched, and wanted you to learn, and wanted you to be tested. No, no, I have never met him, but I know of him, and have received orders from him, so close enough I guess. Anyways, you are the boss now, well except for this week. So relax, let go, enjoy yourself, and no worries as I will make sure you alright when I deliver you back to Deacon and those fucked up white-boy soldiers of yours. What’s up with them anyways? Tight ass mother-fuckers!” Lionel laughed as I pondered what he had just said, but the drugs were making it hard to focus, so I let it go – for now. Lionel stepped to the table, lit a new smoke, handed it to me, and I was warm all over again as I took several long drags. I set it down and bent over the end of the couch, wagging my raw and waiting hole at Lionel, needing to be filled and bred. Lionel then stuck a wet finger up my hole, pulled it out, coated it with powder two layers thick, then gave me a booty bump that made my ass burn like acid had been poured into my hole. I flinched, then Lionel spit and rammed his hard dick into me as he barebacked my hole and loaded me with some more of his cum. Can you get a contact high off cum? Sure felt like it! When he was done, Lionel pulled out, let me lick him clean, then he handed me a pile of clothes. “Put these on, good, now turn around,” Lionel said. I had put on the black t-shirt and black jeans he had given me and was surprised when he reached around and placed a large collar around my neck. Lionel fastened it and rattled the chain, turned me to face him and said, “This is to show everyone you my bitch, got that? You’re going to do everything I say right? Open that pussy for who I tell you right? Smoke what shit I tell you? You ain’t nothing but a worthless AIDs chasing whore this week right? Did you miss this dick? Tell me you missed you this dick! Here slut, have some more smoke.” I hit the smoke again and felt really dizzy. Lionel yanked my collar chain, making me focus, as he dragged me over in front of a large mirror and said, “Ain’t no pussy of mine going to look down and out, how’s that shit for bling?” I laughed, as while the black t-shirt and jeans were low key, the collar was not. It was studded in little white stones, and I looked like some poodle at the dog show. Lionel laughed, showing the grill covering his teeth and pointed saying, “This shit ain’t fake! These are real diamonds on my grill and that collar too, so time to make that pussy work and earn what I spent on your ass.” Lionel led me by the collar and chain back out into the rest of COVENANT’s headquarters in SE-DC. A few of the guards smiled knowingly as I passed and a couple even grabbed their crotches, making sure I saw they were packing some big, black, steak between their thighs. Woof! I was ready. We made a stop at the drug bar, I hit the smoke some more, and was flying high as Lionel led me on. The Breeders Market was open and I was surprised at how many people were already in the Stockyard area where all the Mares were locked down and being mounted Lionel kept walking and we were soon in the mechanic’s garage. “Kneel,” Lionel ordered. I looked down, and kneeled on one of those things mechanics roll around on – a creeper. This one had been modified though with thick leather padding and a thick foam matt specially formed to cushion the knees. I got into position and Lionel yanked the chain, “Open your mouth, and close your eyes.” I did and soon had a nice thick dick in my mouth, so I started to suck. The man lasted a while, but then started to groan and moan as he shot his nutt into my waiting my mouth. Heavy smoker for sure from the taste. My mouth hung open, with drips of cum falling off my chin when dick number two filled my throat. This one was a little bigger and he lasted barely 30 seconds before some of the tangiest cum I had ever tasted filled my mouth. I wonder what he was infected with? I sucked him clean and left my mouth open – waiting. My jaws were aching, but then I felt a nudge, push, and a thick long dick start to push into my mouth and down my throat. Lionel must have liked this one as he yanked my chain, the collar tightened and he snarled, “Open that mouth BITCH! I plan to get you coated on both ends.” So I opened my jaws as wide as I could and the guy I was sucking pushed deeper, made me gag and choke and started to fuck my throat. I have to admit I opened my eyes a little at that point and peeked and could see a light skinned dick, but Lionel cuffed my head, so I closed my eyes and focused on getting this load. I won the prize, a thick hot load that tasted and felt like cottage cheese, and kept sucking and milking his dick even after he tried to pull away. Lionel laughed, “You a greedy cum whore tonight ain’t you?” I licked my lips, nodded yes, and got off the creeper to see what was next. As the evening progressed we monitored the Breeders Market to ensure everything was working as planned. Lionel and his crew may be thugs and homeboys, but they are brilliant businessmen and everything ran like clockwork and the cash and cum were flowing. Lionel continued to make sure my ass and mouth were filled with dick and my nose took all the powder I could handle along with a few stops back at his suite for his special smoke. I was one fucked up bottom when Lionel yanked my chain hard and said, “I got an old friend who wants to see you.” I stumbled along through the warehouse to the loading docks, and saw the ominous shadow of a big man standing alone, stroking a very long and thick dick. Between the dim light and being high as shit I had a hard time focusing. Lionel yanked my chain again, the collar gripped my neck, and my eyes focused in on the man before me. I was still trying to place him when he said, “I love a cummy ass.” YES! The black guy from the bookstore that fucked me when I was making Joseph a stealthing top! WOOF! No Need to ask me twice, I turned, dropped my jeans, and presented my wet and used hole while Lionel laughed, adjusted the collar and said, “Fucking cum whore, told you his hole would smell that dick out a mile away! So what you got man? AIDs, gonno, syph, HEP?” His answer was only a grunt as the heavy built guy stepped forward with his 10+ inches and said, “Fuck yeah! Just like I remember, NICE cummy ass – oohh that’s good, I love fucking a white hole like that – oh yeah – you want to see your boy take my cum man? You want to see him be my bitch? Be my white bitch?” I could barely keep my balance as his dick fucked me raw, stroke after stroke like an Olympic crew team until he gave me his charged cum. When he was done he slapped my ass twice, said, “Good to see you man, next time I’m want those ankles in the air!” and walked away. I was still bent over when Lionel yanked my chain and said, “Alright, that’s enough of old-home-week for tonight. What say you and I make a final round and see some Mares get mounted and plowed. Then I plan to take you back to my suite, wipe your hole nice and dry and rape that pussy so when I go to sleep you be speckled with all that red red up and down your ass? Yeah I know you good with that. Tell me again how much you missed this dick! Come on now.” “OH YEAH, ONE MORE THING,” LIONEL CASUALLY CONVEYED AS WE WALKED TOWARDS THE MAIN STOCKYARD. “TONIGHT WHEN I AM DONE MAKING THAT ASS AND YOUR BACKSIDE SPECKLED, THE BOYS ON MY CREW ARE SWINGING THROUGH. NO MATTER HOW HIGH YOU GET, OR HOW MUCH CUM YOU HAVE HAD IN THAT DIRTY WHITE ASS, EVERY NIGHT YOU ARE HERE WILL END WITH ME AND THE BOYS ON MY CREW FUCKING YOU TIL YOU CAN’T STAND! YOU READY FOR ALL THAT?” I passed out a while later in Lionel’s suite with his dick – well ok someone’s dick, I was too fucked up to know who exactly – buried deep up my ass. The last thing I remember hearing was Lionel saying, “The Philly Boys arrive tomorrow. They run all the crack and weed in Philly, but I plan to bring them into my network and before I am done they will be the bookend of our drug empire, with Norfolk/Richmond the other. Those Philly boys are freaky fuckers and it’s making me hard again thinking about them gang fucking you! They’ll make that pink hole open and sloppy wet with their AIDs and nasty STD dicks! Let me hear you say you want their dick!” Stay tuned for Day 2 of the SE-DC Breeders Market- Philly Boys, Dwayne and Malcolm Return, and the Stealth Fuck

The Southeast DC Breeders Market - My ass was leaking cum like a river and I was higher than I thought possible. My eyes slowly opened, the spinning in my head eased, yet something was still not right – oh yeah – I was being fucked by someone. I didn’t know who, the blindfold prevented that, and this was pretty much how the last 7 days had been at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast DC. What the fuck was that last shit Lionel had made me smoke? My find focused a little more as the chain attached to the leather collar I was wearing was jerked and Lionel’s menacing voice said, “You back with me? Fucking white cum whore. Giving you all the dick you can handle, didn’t I promise you that? Say yes MASTER! You’re still mine for the rest of the day and I am going to make damn sure you don’t forget this black snake spitting up in that hole.” As my ass was continued to be filled with raw meat and cum, I thought back over the past week. DAY 1 - The Breeders Market in Southeast, DC (SE-DC) was a very different market than the one we had held on Embassy Row in the mansion the night before. The Mares, Stable Masters, and the Breeders were all here as well, different ones of course, but between the drugs, liquor, location, and crowd, the SE-DC Market was a scene all its own. Like my new home in Chicago with Deacon at the headquarters of COVENANT, our new official outpost in DC was a large warehouse complex. The complex we bought contained its own underground parking area, loading docks of various sizes, a section that used to be used for storing and processing meat, a mechanic’s garage where the trucks and vans used to be repaired, various other warehouse spaces, and finally a 4-story section that we had totally rebuilt to handle our drug and other business ventures as well as to provide space to live and play for Lionel and his crew. After Uncle Jack kidnapped me and Deacon rescued me, I flew to DC to meet with Lionel and asked him to take over all of our drug and other business in DC and to help me expand what we were doing, including by opening the Breeders Market. I had first met Lionel when I was at the main library taking as much raw dick as I could for Dr Mike. Lionel and his buddies then got down and wild with me in the story The Thugs From the Library Return. Lionel was rough – total street thug with braids, usually wore a Tommy Hilfiger coat, had tats running up his neck, and was well over 6”5, and heavy and thick, and young in his early 20s. I remember the first time he and his buddy (who almost looked like his twin) had fucked me in the bathroom as Lionel stood there, biting his lower lip and stroking his cock as he watched his buddy fuck me, his eyes were big and hungry as he watched my ass take dick. Then when it was his turn, Lionel got behind me, adjusted his footing, bent back a little, bent his knees, and angled his dick straight up into my ass walls. I gasped a little with the pain, saw him smile in the mirror, he bit his lip harder and started to pound. I was hooked and had some wild times with Lionel after that, his buddy (who I finally learned was named Greg, and Greg’s brother Brock). We had decided to run the initial Breeders Market in SE-DC over the course of 7 days as we had men not only from DC and the immediate area, but from Richmond, Baltimore, Philadelphia and everywhere in between invited to come and infect and breed and share whatever bug they could. Even though it was January, I was waiting on the steps of the mansion with my soldiers Captain Fontaine and Captain Baker for Lionel to pick me up. Lionel was in charge of my security for the next 7 days, and my soldiers were not happy about. “I’m telling you again, this is a mistake. Uncle Jack and his assholes are still out there, and fuck, this was their city,” Baker said. Fontaine snarled, “I don’t care what you say, those boys cannot protect you like we can, and besides, you know Ol’Fontaine can’t go that long without shooting a thick hot load deep in that ass of yours?” I smiled at them, we had had this argument several times already and I was not doing it again. Luckily I was saved as Lionel showed up. My soldiers stepped back out of natural caution as a dozen of Lionel’s crew climbed out of the two cars and large, black van, followed by Lionel himself, who stepped out of the van in just a tight white-shirt, followed by a thick haze of smoke. My ass was full of cum from Baker and Fontaine, but got even wetter looking at Lionel. He was one sexy mother-fucker and just oozed power, danger, and raw sexuality. Lionel did not acknowledge my soldiers at all, dismissing them like two fleas, as he guided me to the van, and his boys grabbed my bags and loaded them into the car, the sound of Fontaine talking smack and snarling sending me off. As soon as the van doors closed and we began to roll, Lionel grabbed me, pulled me close to him and said, “Damn bitch, been to long since I got to crawl up in that pussy. Get those fucking pants off, you know what I like and hope you ready, because I this big old black snake has not spit in days.” While I took my clothes off and set them on the padded seat that ran the length of the van, Lionel relit his smoke and topped off his high. It did not smell like weed, and when I was totally naked Lionel handed it to me and said, “I know you don’t really smoke, and no worries. I got lots of powder for your nose and ass once we get to the crib, but this will set you right. Don’t hold it too tight, inhale, hold it, let it burn, then let it out slow.” Lionel dropped his pants as I hit his smoke. The shit burned hard, I had to close my eyes as my head spun, my chest tightened, and my insides got all warm. Lionel took the smoke, motioned with one hand for me to get on the floor, and he took another hit then set the smoke down in an ashtray. “Time to get down to business,” Lionel growled, “For the next 7 days you are my bitch and I hope you brought that special cream of yours that fixes your hole, cause you know what? I plan to rape you so many fuckin times you’ll be shitting my babies a year from now. Guess what else? You know there is nothing I like better then seeing your white pussy bleed, so spread that hole bitch, time to get fucked down!” The swaying of the van as it drove through the DC streets made it a little difficult, but I stabilized myself on my hands and knees, Lionel crawled up behind me, his pants around his ankles making only one position really work. His raw dick was over 10 inches and thick, but luckily my ass was open and full of cum, so when he slammed me it hurt, but not as bad as it could have. “That hole is wet wet!” Lionel exclaimed, “You fuckin slut, you’ll be sorry for denying me my bloody hole bitch! No matter, you going to take this fucking nutt, take it, take my babies!” Lionel finished cumming in me, sat back, lit his smoke, handed it to me, yanked his pants up, then crouch walked to the front and pressed a button that lowered the glass window between us and the driver. I could not hear what they said, but Lionel had an evil grin on his face when he came back and said, “Smoke up, you’re gonna need it as this is going to be old-home-week for you, and here’s a towel. Squat and spit that shit out of your ass. I want that hole dry. Rub that towel inside your hole too.” I did as Lionel told me, and soon the van stopped. Lionel pushed me to the back, grabbed my t-shirt off the floor and tied it around my eyes, then he went to the door and I heard muffled voices. I felt the van shift as someone else got in the back with us, the door closed, Lionel got up beside me, dropped his pants, then guided me on my hands and knees in front of him. “Now bitch, I told you that pussy would bleed, so here’s the deal. You’re gonna suck me real good, get me good and hard again, while our buddy Matt here takes care of business. You remember Matt don’t you? You should you AIDs whore, you let him rape that hole a few times down in the library that I know of for sure. And guess what, he is even sicker now but for a white boy, sure has a hell of a dick. Start sucking!” I first met Matt in the story, Carl – The Homeless Dick Gangbang in the Library and Matt the War Hero - my mind raced, shit, Matt was huge, I have had bigger of course, I mean no one compared to Deacon, but Matt was probably the biggest white guy I had ever had. As he got up behind me his smell filled my nostrils, the smell of stale piss and the last time I had seen him in the library he had clearly pissed himself several times, but his huge dick shot lots of infected cum, so I just tried not to breathe as he had plowed me. His calloused, dirty fingers probed at my hole a little, not to open me up, only to show him where his target was. Lionel spoke up, “Go on man, you remember him don’t you Matt? You want to fuck his hole? Like I told you, I got $50 for you if you make him bleed for me.” Matt needed no other enticement as his mammoth raw dick plunged past my outer ring and into my guts as he said, “I want to fuck.” SHIT! “Fuck no man, I can’t take it like that, stop!” I cried out. Lionel laughed, pushing my head back down onto his dick as Matt pounded my now bleeding hole. “Fuck it Matt, come on now, give him your AIDs and shit, that’s it man, rip that pussy up! Go man, you got it, go on now, shoot that load up there, you cumming in him Matt? Oh good man, good man Matt.” Matt’s big dick pulsed as he shoved it in as far as he could go and paused, my ass quivering around every inch of him. When he was done Matt yanked out, Lionel untied the t-shirt and said to me, “Clean his dick off and look at all that pretty red red. Just like your pussy should be. And take a good look at him too, fucker is way sick, so you know he charged you with some intense bug!” I did as ordered and Lionel was right, Matt was skin and bones except for his dick, which was as meaty as ever. Lionel handed Matt a $50, he climbed out, the van started to move again, Lionel sat back, rolled a new smoke, lit it, then handed it to me. “Hit this hard, I plan to keep you drugged up all week, and do NOT wipe your hole off. I like seeing that red red dripping and streaking.” I looked down saw that the beige carpet on the van floor now was speckled like a scene from CSI. After the smoke, Lionel handed me a black plate with several lines of powder, “A little something to tide you out,” he said as I snorted it up, savoring the burn, and suddenly feeling 1,000 times hornier than I already was. Lionel Laughed, we got dressed, the van slowed, stopped, and I followed him out of the van and into the garage. The Breeders Market would start in a few hours, so Lionel took me on a quick tour. I had not even made it inside yet and I had a couple loads up my ass and was flying high. What would the next several days be like? Stay tuned for Day 1 – Part 2.