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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.

About a month ago I started my new job and my manager, Stephen, asked if I could go to New York City to the company headquarters with him next week. My manager is also a friend of mine that I have known for a few years. I was excited and Stephen told me that in addition to the work we needed to do he would introduce me to the right people at the company and also show me around the City. The day we were to fly out I put on my only suit which I had bought just a few months ago and looking in the mirror I frowned at myself. See I am 22 years old but no one believes I am a day over 16 as being a skinny, 5’6”, 110 pounds certainly does make people think I’m still a kid, if only I could start to grow facial hair I might look my age. Stephen on the other hand is only four years older than me but at 6 feet tall and a body full of muscles and his face always has that one day growth of hair look that is so sexy is pure man. I’m happy he is my friend and the cool job he got me is awesome too. It’s funny that he is so nice to me but unlike other guys has never hit on me but that’s ok because I knew he had sex with lots of guys and that he also drank a lot and I saw him do drugs at parties and I didn’t want to date a guy like that but being friends was ok. When I met him at the airport he laughed at me for being dressed up as he was in jeans and a t-shirt. We work at an IT company and are casual at work but I figured going to the headquarters might be different. Stephen told me that I looked like a cute little boy going to church on Sunday which made me blush and he laughed again when he saw my face get red. He asked if I had jeans in my bag and I told him that I only brought my nicest clothes and he said well NYC is a great city for shopping and he’d take me to Macy’s after we checked into the hotel as it was nearby. The hotel was huge and the room or rooms I should say were bigger than my little studio apartment. We had a suite which was like a two bedroom apartment so we had each our own room but also a huge living room area. He put his bag in his room and then walked into my room as I was unpacking. He told me I should change out of my suit as we weren’t going to the office until tomorrow and then he stood there waiting. I felt strange changing in front of him because he seemed to stare at me almost like a lion about to attack. I was happy to have worn big baggy boxers as I started to get hard with him watching me. Once I was down to just my tshirt and boxers he walked out so I finished dressing quickly before he came back. He was sitting down in the living room and when I entered he told me that we were going to Macy’s right away when he saw my starched shirt, pleated trousers and wingtip shoes. Macy’s is so big, like I guess everything in NYC that I was almost dizzy looking around. He led me to the men’s department and we started to look around and he told me that since I was expecting to need to buy clothes he would buy them on his expense account which was so cool as I was nervous about the cost. He found a clerk and I told the man I had a 26 inch waist and then I was so embarrassed when the man told Stephen that they didn’t have clothes that small and they would need to be altered and they could deliver them to the hotel the next day, but Stephen said we needed them today and the man suggested the boy's department. I again got red and Stephen put his arm around me and walked me away from the man so he couldn’t see me blush. As we entered the boy’s department a clerk came up to us and immediately Stephen said he would like to get a couple of casual outfits for his little brother and hugged me a little tighter and instead of blushing this time I melted into his arm. He seemed to enjoy pretending his was my big brother and ended up buying me three bags worth of clothes. As we walked back to the hotel he told me that he liked pretending he was my big brother and he always wanted a little brother so it was fun and he then messed up my hair and called me squirt and his little baby. Ever since I was in high school I wanted to be bigger and look older and was tired of people thinking I was a kid but at the same time thinking of being his little brother sounded nice. Back at the hotel we carried the bags to my room and then he shocked me by starting to undress me and he talked softly as he said that this week he wanted me to be his little brother and I should let him be my big brother, I just nodded. He had my shirt, shoes and pants off but when he reached for my boxers I reached out and grabbed his hands to stop him and said I didn’t need to change those but he leaned into me and asked if I was wanted to be his little brother and I nodded then he kissed me and said if I was going to be his little boy I needed to do exactly what he said. He then asked me if I was his little boy and I again nodded yes and he moved my hands to my side and dropped my boxers as I realized he called me his boy not his brother and I was wondering what that meant but as he grabbed my hard cock I knew he wanted me as his boy and not just as his little brother but I decided to just go with it. Then I realized he was holding my cock and that meant he knew it was small and I tried to cover myself but he stopped me and told me he loved my four inch nail. He then kissed me again and told me that I would never again need to feel ashamed at having a little boy body as he was going to show me all the pleasure a boy could have and that I need never worry about having a little boy cock and as he said that he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him as he stuck his tongue into my mouth as I again melted into him. He pulled a pair of jeans out of the bag and after taking off the labels had me step into them and pulled them up and buttoned them as I felt for the first time clothes without underwear which felt weird but sort of naughty too. He then took me by the hand to his room where he told me that for the next few days I was to be his boy and that I should do everything he says even if I was scared and then when we got home we could either go back to being friends or I could stay his boy and then he asked if I understood, and as I started to nod he said that I needed to either say either No Sir, or Yes, Daddy. I was shocked and stayed quiet and after a few moments he told me that he understood that I was nervous but he would help me and asked me if I trusted him and as I started to nod, he stopped me and said I could either say Yes Sir or No Sir and I said Yes Sir. He asked if calling him Sir was easier than Daddy and I said Yes Sir and he then told me to lean over his bed and to stay still. I could hear him open his luggage and then went to the bathroom and turned on the sink and a minute later returned. He then leaned over me and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them partially down. I started to tremble as I was afraid he was going to try to fuck me and as I turned my head he stopped me and said I already told him I trusted him and I needed to prove it by not moving. He then opened a bottle of lube and I knew then he was going to fuck me for sure and I didn’t know if he had a rubber on or not but I stayed still as I felt his finger push into me a little and then pull out and then I felt his finger again but it felt different, I knew it wasn’t his cock but as I was trying to figure out what it was he stopped and I felt something else that I couldn’t figure out, then he pulled it out and pulled up my pants again and now I was completely confused. He then had me stand and started to kiss me and hold me and tell me how much he wanted me to be his boy and how much he has wanted me since the day we first met. I started to feel strange and soon was kissing him and holding him more than he was me but then he moved away and asked me again if I wanted to be his boy for the rest of this trip but before he could finish asking I shocked myself as I said loudly “Yes! Daddy!”. He then asked me if I knew why I was able to say it and I responded No Daddy which made him smile. That is when he explained what a booty bump was and that even though it was a very small dose was enough to get me to be honest with myself. We spent a few more minutes talking about my fears and how much he knew I needed to be someone’s little boy as I started to squirm and then he asked if I needed to be fucked and I told him I think so but I wasn’t sure. He then figured out my other secret which was I was still a virgin and he then told me to pull down my jeans and to bend over again and now I knew I was going to finally be fucked but he went back to the bathroom and returned with another booty bump and as he was inserting it into me he told me that since I tolerated the small dose that he was giving me a bigger dose that should bring out my true self and then he had me pull back up my jeans again but then pushed me down on my knees as he pulled out his hard thick eight inch cock and without saying anything pushed it into my mouth. As I was sucking his cock the chems in my ass started to make me sweat and made my ass really want to get fucked so that a few minutes later I stopped sucking and looked up at him and pleaded, “DADDY, FUCK ME REALLY HARD AND REALLY FAST RIGHT NOW." He then stood up and put his cock away and told me I was almost ready as he again pulled my jeans down and off and then reached into his luggage and threw a jockstrap at me and told me to put it on and get my jeans on as we are going to a bathhouse. He pulled a small leather case out of his bag and unzipped it and showed me the needles and a baggie of crystals and I again got nervous but he grabbed me and squeezed my ass and asked me how good my ass felt and I told him it felt really really good and he said that when we got to the bathhouse he would inject me and then my ass would take over my brain and the need to be fucked would be all I knew and then he would make me his son. OK Daddy, I replied and for the first time I no longer felt wrong in my own body but understood that I could stay a boy forever and that I trusted my Daddy and would let him do anything he wanted to me.

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.

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.

Hey guys, I just had an unexpected and random encounter I thought I'd share with you. I had dinner with two girlfriends at a place called the Turkish Grill on Queens Blvd and 42nd in Queens, New York. The food was amazing, but more interesting was the waiter, a young Turkish-American guy, maybe 25 years old, lean and muscular with spiky black punk hair, dark middle-eastern facial scruff, tight black pants that showed a nice crotch and perky soccer ass, and a sly smile. All through dinner, he kept shooting me glances, but each time I looked back at him he gave me a kind of contemptuous stare, as if he knew I was a fag and he hated me. At the end of the meal, he brought us Turkish coffee, which is very thick and has a lot of 'mud' at the bottom. I commented on it, and he offered to show me how they make it. I demurred, not being sure what I was getting myself into, and thinking I didn't want to make a scene in case I came onto him and he decided to yell at me or something. After we paid and were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I headed to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom door are stairs going down to the basement, and I saw the sexy Turkish waiter standing a few steps down, looking at me. He raised a finger and gestured for me to come toward him, then pointed down the stairs. He took a few steps down and turned back to see if I was following. Again he gestured for me to follow him, so I did. As soon as we were in the basement, which was mostly dark, dirty, and smelled of rotting vegetables, he put one hand on his crotch and, with the other, pointed at it, as if telling me that's where my attention belonged. I took a step closer to him, and leaned in close to his face, intending to kiss him. But as I moved in, I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me down with enough force that I didn't try to fight back. I sunk to my knees on the filthy cement floor as his other hand unzipped his fly and yanked on the belt to open it. Within a few seconds, a very hot and veiny cut cock came into view, dark-skinned and surrounded by black wiry hairs, with the glisten of precum at the tip. I knew we had to be fast as my friends were waiting, and he probably had other tables to attend to. I thought I could blow him quickly, get my reward, and be out of there within three minutes. But as soon as my lips encircled the head of his cock, I felt both of his hands take me by the ears, and his cock started piledriving my throat. I was only about 8 inches, and not the thickest I'd taken, but the way he was digging it deep into my throat made me start to gag. And each time he felt my throat spasm around his cock, he stuck it in deeper, digging and burrowing into the soft folds of tissue inside of me. After gagging maybe a dozen time, my eyes tearing and my nose running freely with clear snot, I finally did the worst and threw up a little into my throat. He looked down and me and ordered, "Swallow it!" I did, his cock still in my mouth, and as he felt me swallow, he slammed back into me. Wth a few seconds I had gagged again, and vomited more this time, my whole mouth filling with it. Again he ordered, "Swallow it, faggot!" And I did, the head of his cock still between my lips. Disgusting, I know, but that's what happend. Then he commanded, "Drop your pants." So I spit out his cock, covered in my slime and snot and tears, and opened my belt, pulling out my hard dick and balls. "Don't show me your dick bitch. Bend the fuck over!" So I did. For a second he put both hands into my crack, feeling the hole. I heard a sniff, as if he was checking his fingers to find out if I was clean. Of course I usually douche when I'm going out, just in case of a situation like this, and I was not only clean but also fairly well lubed. He reached his hand around to my face and, after wiping at the snot pouring out of my nose from the brutal facefucking, put his hand in front of my mouth and ordered, "Spit." He used my own snot and spit to lube his cock, and without any warning at all, slammed into my ass as brutally as he'd fucked my throat. I gasped instinctive, and loudly I guess, and instantly felt his fist crack into the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up! If you make a single sound I will kick the shit out of you!" he hissed at me in a very loud whisper. For about two minutes he slammed into me without mercy, each thrust resulting in the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, as I held onto the side of a shelving unit for support, the boxes and cans rattling and shifting as the wire shelves and I were rocked by his brutal fucking. And then I heard his gasp -- a massive intake of breath as both his hands grasped my hips and he drove so deep into me I could feel the heat of his swelling cockhead in my guts. In complete silence, he jerked and spasmed maybe six times, holding me completely still with total force as his hot seed rushed into my ass. As I felt his cock start to withdraw from me, I straightened up, using the shelves to come up from my bent-over position. By the time I had turned around, he had his back to me, and was reaching down to pull up bis briefs and pants, which were down around his shoes after the violent fuck. I was surprised to see, in black ink on his right butt cheek, a tattoo I've seen many times, and fantasized about getting for myself. I have jerked off many times daydreaming about taking the cum of a dude with a biohazard tattoo, and now I could see I'd just been fucked savagely and bred by one. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and ran up the stairs two at a time while tucking his shirt into his waistband and cinching his belt. Within a minute, I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Then, with some trepidation, out into the restaurant to look for my friends. The waiter had his back to me as I came out, and it was clear he was avoiding me. So I left. I found my friends outside, both talking on their cell phones, and we ambled off to the subway station, them to their boyfriends, and me to my apartment alone to finger myself and eat the waiter's cum from my hole while I jerked off remembering every detail of our encounter.

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.

I was the only one in the dorm in a midwestern university over the Thanksgiving break. I went to the truckstop to cruise. There I found a guy whose car had broken down. No mechanics on the Thanksgiving holiday. He was on his way home for his Thanksgiving--another 8 hours. He was really dejected, sad, and lonely. He had called his dad as he had no money for a motel. Dad tried wiring money, didn't work. We ate at the truckstop and I took him to the dorm with me. It was cold and snowing. He was 22, 6'2", very dark hair, heavy 5 o'clock shadow, dark eyes. I offered him my bed and would sleep in my mate's. He said why mess up two. He fucked me with his big uncut cock for hours, giving me load after load. We spent most of Thursday in bed. Friday the money had come and he had the car fixed. He stayed Friday night and returned to Michigan on Saturday. We kept in touch and met several times a year. What a bod! I haven't seen him in over 5 years but still dream of that Thanksgiving.

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.

I'm more used to cut cocks, but uncut is hot, too. Don't know that I can tell the difference when one is fucking me. Would love to be blindfolded and have a dozen studs--6 cut, 6 uncut--drill my ass, so I could give my unbiased opinion. I'm willing to be an unpaid volunteer for such a study.

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.

I do recognize the inevitable. I know I am destined to take any cock from any man who is willing to give it to me. I know that my future is to take loads from every random man who needs a whole to breed. For now though, baby steps. All week I’d been excited about the “Rough Trade” Cumunion party in Chicago. Dreaming that there might be someone there to read my eyes, to just “know” that I am only waiting for someone to take charge. A true dom who will take what he wants. Friday night arrived and I got ready. Deep cleaning, got super stoned, fresh poppers, and a jock strap. Taxi up to steam works and checked into my room. Huge hit of poppers and open the door to walk around. 1 loop of each floor found a good sized crowd. Emboldened by the pot and poppers, I took off my towl and just walked in a jock. Through the bottom of the glory hole pit on the second floor and up three stairs to leave. A hand on my ass. Finally. Someone was going to take what they wanted. I tried to pull away, but he told me to go in the corner cause he wanted to show me something. He took the poppers from my hand and fed me a hit and pushed me to my knees. Head wedged between him and the wall. His giant cock found my lips as he said open up. I had no choice. My first cock at a bathhouse. It was amazing, my throat stretched to accommodate his girth. This was not gentle, he had finally seen the look that I had been desperately hoping would be recognized, the look of “use me, it does not matter if I say no, take what you want” Had I been just a little more fucked up it might have gone further, but after a few minutes I chickened out and pulled away. Too his credit he tried to make me stay. Had he fed me more poppers and been verbal it might have worked, but it will happen, someday. After all, it’s inevitable

uncut all the way! seem thicker and love when they force me to clean their hood

Thanks guys and I've literally been inundated with BBRT mails. One point, I just noticed that my original story has been edited, I presume by Breedingzone and there are now grammatical errors in the text. Sorry, its not me!

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

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.

Thank you guys. I have to say I am really touched by your kind and reflected words. It helps a lot to make up my mind writing about these desires. But I think for now I am not ready to step from fantasy to reality and face the consequences. I got conscious about it while reading your answers. Thank you for your support. Btw: I really have to say that I like the atmosphere in this forum, because people who hesitate on going bare aren't condamned as condom nazis or fearful fags (or other stuff I have read on other bareback forums). It is more about making a difficult choice. And you helped me a lot in making that choice by telling me to reconsider and take some time on thinking. Thank you and all the best wishes to you!

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.

Part 8 David removed his finger and Bobby started to make a whiney sound and Jacob asked Bobby if he missed the nice thick finger already which made Bobby whine more and Jacob knowing he had the boy already started taunting him by asking if he needed to be fucked and it took less than a minute before he had Bobby crying like a baby that needed a bottle. David lined his hard cock up and slammed in to the balls causing Bobby to scream and that is when Jacob pushed his cock into Bobby’s mouth and then they both started fucking Bobby in sync. While this was happening Jim was telling Stephen that David and Jacob knew how to play a boy like a fiddle and that they would keep his body and mind flooded with sensations from pain to pleasure and then to more pain and even more pleasure to the point that Bobby will no longer know the difference. Since Bobby already wanted some pain this would make it easier and after tonight Bobby will not care if you are blowing him or whipping him. Jim told Stephen let’s slam and sit on the bed and watch the show. Stephen couldn’t keep his eyes off David and Jacob as they used his boy and said yes to Jim without looking at him but when Jim held his arm and pushed him back towards the bed he moved but never stopped watching. Jim told him to keep watching and he’d get everything ready. Stephen started to stroke himself and Jim went over and picked up the jockstrap Bobby was wearing earlier and told Stephen to put it on and that he shouldn’t jerk off yet as we had a long night and Stephen put it on and rubbed the front as Jim grinned looking at him. Unlike David and Jacob, Jim wasn’t really into twinks, but a stud like Stephen was more his prey and he was looking forward to using Stephen real soon. He got the points ready and told Stephen to lie down so that he could slam him. Stephen laid on his belly again never taking his eyes off the guys using Bobby and Jim put the strap on his arm and told him that would take care of him while the guys took care of Bobby and Stephen said ok without actually realizing what Jim had said. David and Jacob smiled to each other as they knew what Jim wanted and they also knew the once Stephen was in slut mode too that he would not object to anything they did to Bobby and they weren’t about to let Bobby go until they were both exhausted. Thinking about that got David to go over the edge and he announced that he was breeding the little bitch boy. Jacob got up and grabbed a butt plug and plugged Bobby’s pussy as soon as David pulled out. Bobby grunted as the plug was inserted and wiggled his ass as he enjoyed the feelings but not knowing that it was a very large plug and by far the thickest thing ever in him. David turned to the bed when he heard Stephen cough and saw him sit up as the rush hit him. Stephen felt the rush and knew immediately that this was a much larger dose but didn’t care as he was having so much fun. Jim had him lie back down and said you gotta watch Jacob now with Bobby. They saw Jacob put a pacifier gag on Bobby as he didn’t want him screaming too much. Jacob told Stephen that he should learn to keep Bobby gagged as a boys screaming would eventually hurt his ears. David told him that he believed a boy should always be locked and gagged unless you have your cock in his mouth and as he said that his cock was now inches from Stephen’s face and he told Stephen that since Bobby’s cock was so little and would be locked up he should find other men with real cocks when he needed to suck and especially he should suck clean a man that fucked his boy and then David pushed his cock against Stephen’s lips and slowly they opened as he slid into the studs hot mouth as they all heard Jacob start to use the paddle on Bobby.

Part 7 David and Jacob have been lovers for twelve years and enjoyed each other as much today or maybe even more than they did in the beginning. Both were on the prowl the night they met and could have passed as brothers they were so much alike, both are six feet tall, 190 solid pounds, brown hair, blue eyes and they also could have been Steve McQueen’s brother as they had that same rugged good looks. David walked up to Jacob that first night and said, “I see I have competition tonight”. Jacob looked confused and David added, “We’re both older guys, similar type and I noticed you also were checking out the same little blonde twink that I was thinking of taking home tonight”. Over the next couple of hours they enjoyed getting to know each other while the twink flirted with them. With both guys being dominant tops and attracted only to very young bottom boys they seldom met guys their own age. They also agreed that the boys they both were attracted to sexually didn’t excite them out of bed and therefore their typical relationships lasted no more than a month or two, if, it made it past the first night. Jacob said that he would like one night to go to bed with a little twinky boy like the blond kid but would then wake up next to a big strong guy like David. David thought about that for a moment and told Jacob they should take the blond twink home together and also said “We can use him so completely tonight night and hold nothing back because when we are finished with him we’ll throw him out as we don’t need nor want him to stay and if he wants more some other day we get to do it again and never once think about a relationship with these boys again. And finally we both will find out what it is like to wake up next to a man rather than a little boy.“ And from that day forward they became partners and would hunt for boys together and they found they liked the freedom of getting rougher with the boys because they didn’t care if the boy wanted to come back, of course they also learned that a few special boys came back often and from what their buddy Jim said this Bobby boy was just that type and even better that he seemed to already have a Daddy so they didn’t need to think about the kid falling in love. David opened the door after hearing Jim’s knock and let their guests inside. They both smiled as they looked at Bobby as he was perfect and they hadn’t had a boy that small or young looking in a long time and they hoped that they could use him hard but first needed to feel out Stephen to see what he would allow. Jim introduced everyone and the men shook hands and when Jacob stepped closer to Bobby and Bobby stuck out his hand Jacob laughed and picked up the lightweight boy and gave him a tight hug and told him that boys get a hug not a handshake and Bobby hugged him back in agreement. Jacob carried Bobby over to the sling and put him in it and then said to Bobby, “that even more than hugs boys need to be fucked and fucked hard. Is that what you want Bobby?” Before Bobby could answer Stephen stepped close and said, “Bobby is my boy, and he will be doing tonight what I tell him.” A chill went through Stephen as he felt the power being this dominant over Bobby and he enjoyed the feeling. As he spoke he secured Bobby’s hands to the restraints. “A little earlier tonight I popped Bobby’s cherry and flooded him with my dirty seed and he begged for more. Then our mutual friend, Jim, used the new boypussy even harder and Bobby begged for more again. We know what he wants and we are going to slam him into complete slut mode and then he won’t even be able to speak. He’ll look even cuter as nothing but baby talk at the most will be coming out of his mouth and what goes into his mouth and his boypussy is all that matters the rest of tonight.” Bobby was shaking and moaning as he heard his Daddy talk and then heard him say, “When the four of us are exhausted after breeding him, gagging him, pissing in both holes and abusing his body in every way possible then I plan on opening the door and having every man out there use him too.” Jim said “Bobby thinks sex should be painful. David and Jacob know more about giving a boy pain without really hurting him than anyone I know.” Bobby was shaking even more and his moaning became much louder as Jim spoke about him. Jacob whispered something into Bobby’s ear which caused Bobby to gasp and then his little cock shot wetting the front of his jockstrap. They all watched Bobby as he rode his orgasm for about two full minutes. “You must have enjoyed that Bobby” David said as he removed the cummy jockstrap and secured Bobby’s legs. “Stephen, do you plan on allowing Bobby to cum before you or whenever he wants to?” “No. I have been thinking about that since he shot earlier on the picnic table but later when my head is clear I will figure something out” David said “That’s a good plan, although, for the rest of tonight, if you don’t mind I want to lock him up in a chastity cage because while it was cool watching him have an orgasm we should keep him locked and horny plus he needs to learn the only cock he touches are ours” Stephen then told them that Bobby has never jerked off and has no interest in starting and chastity was one of my thoughts so please lock up that little boy cock so it can’t even get hard again. David put the cummy jockstrap into Bobby’s mouth as he secured the chastity device to him. “I usually bring my smallest locks here as once you slam a boy up his cock shrinks up so much but considering Bobby’s cock when hard is so little I am using a cage that I never could get on anyone before as it is only ¾ of an inch and very thin. David stepped back and admired the locked boy and said that the chastity cage looks like it was custom designed for Bobby as it was perfect and you could no longer actually see cock just a little metal. He then looked at Bobby and said, “I hope you like it Bobby because I am going to let you keep it and I hope your Daddy keeps you in it for a very long time.” Stephen then told David and Jacob that he hoped to stay in touch after tonight as there is a lot both me and Bobby could learn from you and he also reached into his bag and pulled out the points he had prepared and asked if they wanted to slam him and he hoped they would both show him and Jim how they like to use a boy. David and Jacob grinned to each other as they each took a point and got Bobby ready, they then got themselves ready and then slammed Bobby and then themselves. Bobby was silent for a moment then he stared intensely at Stephen and finally coughed hard three times just as David and Jacob both coughed twice. David and Jacob both ran their hands over Bobby’s body as his breathing came back under control and David told Bobby to nod if he was ok and felt great and Bobby nodded as David pushed his finger into the boypussy, Jacob then asked Bobby if he was ready to have his body used and he nodded again but softer this time as he could no longer concentrate on their talking as his brain centered on the finger in his ass and he started rocking to meet the finger.

Staying a Boy Part 2 Holding my hand he led me back to my bedroom and took a tank top out of one of the Macy’s bags and put it on me. It was a bit small and while not tight on my chest was quite short and stopped about an inch above my jeans which was not something I would ever have worn and then he put a baseball cap on me and he stepped back and smiled and said I looked perfect. I smiled and felt happier than I ever have before and he saw my smile and asked if this felt right and I told him “I have never been so happy before, Stephen”, he frowned and I quickly said “I mean, Daddy, I am so happy Daddy”. He told me I should leave my stuff here but for the rest of the trip I would be staying in his room, hearing that sent a shiver through me that felt almost like I was going to orgasm and my legs started to collapse and he grabbed me as I was falling and looking right into my eyes and told me that he was so happy too and that he was going to keep me a very happy little boy and kissed me gently on the lips. As we were leaving the room I saw myself in the mirror and was shocked to see the same little boy I was when I was in sixth grade, the tank top and cap made me look even younger which is why I never would wear them but now I liked how I looked and wondered what else was in store for me but instead of my normal fear and nervousness I only felt the wonder that I did when I was little and was going to experience something new. As we walked down the street I could feel guys staring at me and worried that they thought I looked silly but when Stephen/Daddy leaned over and told me he better get me off the street soon as every guy was drooling and if I was alone I’d probably be raped in minutes which made me giggle, wait did I just giggle, I haven’t giggled since I was a little kid but then Daddy tickled my side making me giggle again and I no longer cared who saw. He pointed to the bathhouse when we were across the street but said we were going to grab a snack first and entered a quiet coffee shop where he ordered a coffee and biscotti for himself and told the waitress that his little boy would have a bottle of apple juice and a donut covered in sprinkles. When she walked away he asked how it felt to be called his little boy in public and I said I sort of liked it. He slid his hand across my jeans and as he felt my hard boy cock he said I think you more than liked it, didn’t you? I moaned as I nodded and then said a bit too loud, “Yes, Daddy I liked it a lot” and he pulled me into his chest and hugged me. As the waitress approached with our order I started to move but he held me tight and as she walked away he told me that I should never be ashamed that I was his little boy and that he wanted everyone to know that I was his which again made me shiver. As we ate our snack he told me that before we went across the street we needed to discuss a few things. He said that the booty bump he gave me lowered my inhibitions and made my ass hungry but I was still in full control of my thoughts and he asked if I wanted to go with him to the bathhouse and I said Yes and he asked if I knew what would happen and I said that he would inject me with more of those crystals and he would fuck me. He asked if I expected anything else and I told him I didn’t know. This is why we need to talk first and he continued by telling me that if I went with him that he would get a private room and then yes he would slam more chems into me and he would fuck me and breed me while we were in the room, he asked if that was ok so far and I quietly said Yes, Daddy and he then said that next he would take me out to the pool area and fuck and breed me again but this time in front of people and would that be ok and I again said Yes Daddy, he said then we could relax some but that next he would slam be even higher and I may not even remember what happens so I needed to agree first that I wanted him to bring me to the sling room and there in front of more men he would fuck and breed me and that once he came in me for the third time he would let all the other men fuck and breed me too. That shocked me and I asked why he wanted other men to fuck me and he said that since I was a virgin little boy I didn’t know it yet but once I was slammed and my ass was bred by him it would need to be bred a lot and he wouldn’t deny what his little boy needed so he would have every man there fuck me if he could get them too. I realized I had so much to learn and thought how foolish I was thinking he wanted men to fuck me but that instead he knew I needed it and therefore he would let them so I again said Yes, Daddy I wanted that too. He had told me that when the trip was over I could decide then to continue to be his little boy or not but now he said that if we went to the bathhouse together that I needed to decide now what I wanted. He said that if I wanted to be his little boy that I would move into his house and that he would forever be my Daddy and I was forever going to be his little boy and that I would be giving up being an adult who could make decisions for myself and would instead be his little boy and he could do anything and everything he wanted to me and I should expect him to do many things to me. He said to think about it for a minute as he went to the bathroom. When he returned he picked me up and put me on his lap and held me for a minute and asked if I thought about what he said and I nodded and he said there is a little more I want you to know first and then told me that he was HIV positive and some of the other men that would fuck me would be too and if I was his boy that I would eventually become pozzed and did I know what that meant and I nodded yes and started to get scared again and shook but he held me tighter. He then finished by telling me that he would have all hair on my body (what little there was) permanently removed and that if I said yes that I was saying yes to staying a boy forever but not just a boy I would be his little boy and then he said it was time to decide and it was quiet for a few seconds until I started crying and he held me tight and said it’s ok Bobby we can wait until later to do this. I wiped my face and said, “No Daddy, I’m not crying because I am scared but because I am no longer scared. I am your little boy and you are my Daddy and I finally have found what is right and I want you to do everything you said”. Just then the waitress came over and asked if everything was alright and I stood up and held my Daddy’s hand and told her that everything was perfect and then turned to Daddy and said “Daddy can we go get started now” and he smiled as he got up and we walked out the door together and crossed the street.

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...

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

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

Part 3-Day 2: Breeders Market - Dwayne and Malcolm Return “That white hole is blossoming like a fucking rose! Let me look! HOLY SHIT YOU TORE UP! Those Philly boys are bad,” Lionel said in awe and hunger and in a flash I was face down back on the couch with Lionel’s big raw 10-inch dick fucking my ass. “Gonna coat that hole with my baby batter,” Lionel panted as he worked me over, “You just make my balls churn and get ready to shit some more of my babies!” A few minutes later Lionel had his satisfaction, pulled out, had me stand up and bend over the arm of the couch and reach back and spread my cheeks as he took several Polaroid pictures. “Hmmm… love that pink hole! Let the red red flow! A few more to add to my collection,” he snickered. Lionel had been taking before and after pics of my pink hole and other action shots since I had arrived at the Breeder’s Market in Southeast Washington, DC (SE-DC), to spend 7 days with Lionel and check out our latest drug and other operations. I turned around, somewhat unsteady on my feet, and looked at Lionel again. Since I had met him the first time in the main library and he and his buddies had fucked me I got horny just looking at his 6”5, thick and solid body, his tats, especially the Soulja Lover tat on his torso, not to mention his dick. Damn I wanted more! He promised I would get all the dick I could handle and so far he was not lying. Those Philly Boys had been rough, nasty, and buck wild. “I don’t know what you off dreaming about, I got you – no worries – you safe with me,” Lionel said as he patted my face, leaned in and kissed me long and hard, “Now, tell me you missed this dick! Good. I like nothing better then a sloppy whore who is fucked up and nasty! So you better keep pleasing your Master.” That last bit was said with an evil twinkle in his eye, and was a hint of a road he planned to take us down. My clothes were hard to find, but once dressed, Lionel led me to a black plate full of white lines, and I snorted up my fill and was back on track for the day. It was still early afternoon, but with the Philly boy gangbang and all the drugs they gave me, my body was feeling it. As I followed Lionel through Covenant, the hot rush of the drugs kicked in, everything became clearer and brighter, and the sensation of cum leaking out of my hole with every step was mildly distracting. When we passed a series of large windows that overlooked a small interior courtyard, I noticed snow piled up on the window sills and more coming down hard. Lionel stopped, “Yeah fucking weather, been like that for a few hours now, but we still got a busy day and night ahead. Come on, time to see how the new recruits are doing.” We made our way down to 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. The Mares here were fucked 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 Market was not scheduled to open for hours, but the sounds of men fucking could be heard down the hall. When we entered, Lionel told me, “Got a new drug crew onboard from the Northeast side of town. They were the last hold outs trying to be ‘independent’ but they have seen the error of their ways and now their drug trade is mine, they work for me now, well you – you know the fuck what I mean.” Lionel stopped just inside the large set of doors to the Stockyard, lit up a cigarette, took a long drag, then continued, “We also got a fresh batch of Mares – well Mare wannabees – to test out. Even some of the ones that had been trained for opening night could not cut it quite yet, so time to replenish the stock. I put the word out, so this is the first test.” All Mares who were part of the permanent stables for me and the AIDs Lords would end up branded on their forehead with a BIOHAZARD BRAND indicating their status as a Mare, and a symbol noting which AIDs Lord and which stable they belonged to. Of course this was only after they had been infected by, and survived taking, my extreme virus. My cum and blood was toxic beyond anything that had been known to date thanks to Dr Mike and Deacon and now I passed that gift on the Mares to share with others. For now, any Mare in DC still belonged to me, but someday, Lionel knew they may be given to him, so he was working hard to ensure the operation had all the kinks worked out. My eyes roamed the room in a quick inspection of my Stable Masters – the men responsible for caring for the Mares. I had decided to go for a standard uniform and certain physical qualities in my Stable Masters. They were of varying races and creeds, but all were ex-military, at least 6”2, handsome, well built, and at least 9-inches of dick that was clearly outlined in their skin-tight, white pants. I could also happily attest to the sexual skills of each and every one of them as I had taken many loads from them these past weeks. The line of Stable Masters in their uniforms made an impressive sight in and of themselves, but they were off limits and not an option for our guests. I asked Lionel to please make an addition to my list of dick for the week, “How about a Stable Master gang fuck on my ass? Would you like to see those men in their white uniforms take turns using me Daddy?” Lionel slowly took the cigarette out of his, looked at me a little sideways as he began to chew his upper lip like he did when he was in voyeur mode. “Aiight, done,” Lionel said, as we walked down the middle of the Stockyard, then he added, “Daddy huh? Hmm…. I kinda like that.” The Mare-wanna-bees were all in position, on small raised platforms, within specially created ‘stalls’. Just like when the Breeders Market was open, each applicant was Market ready, blindfolded, leashed, doggy style, and resting their torso on a specially designed leather padded bench that was just high enough to keep their full body weight off their hands and knees, leaving their hole open and ready. The Northeast crew had the choice of mounting the Mare applicant right there in full public view, or close the curtains on the stall. Other parts of Covenant in SE-DC provided more privacy, but only for those clients who could afford it. The only rules in every Market was that the Mares must be fucked raw and in the Stockyard there was a 15-minute time limit. The Market was all about the pump-and-dump, not love making. The sounds of applicant Mares pleading to be let go and to stop, of men grunting and cumming in a newly opened hole, echoed through the Stockyard as Lionel led me to another section of Covenant. We stopped in the hall, Lionel pulled out one of his special smokes, lit it up, inhaled deeply, his eyes were now a bit glassy as he looked at me and said, “This is something new, something stronger than what you hit before. Take a good hit, then talk to me.” I took the smoke and as I hit it, some of the ash fell on my t-shirt and Lionel quickly brushed at it, leaving a large gray streak across my chest. I handed it back to him as the wave came over me like I had just been dropped 30 feet. My heart leapt, my breath caught, then I floated, and gently landed. Lionel laughed, “Oh yeah slut, you good. Come on, finish this up, big deep breaths, got someone special for you to see.” Every step felt like I was floating now and this was a high like nothing I had ever experienced. Very mellow, light, but fucking intense. Not like the sharp high of the other stuff. I followed Lionel to a part of the Covenant complex I had not been in yet. It was a long, 5-story building on the east side that was connected to the main building by a 2 story, enclosed walkway that went over the gated entrance on that side of the building. Lionel said they had not gotten to refurbishing this building yet, but would soon and asked for my thoughts on its use. But in the meantime, this is where he had several special guests. There were members of Lionel’s crew – armed with automatic rifles – at both ends of the walkway and also inside the doors to the building we entered. More guards at the elevator, and on the 5th floor when we got off. I noted immediately the doors on this floor were metal and some were padlocked on the outside. Midway down the hall Lionel motioned for one of the crew to unlock the door, he did, and we stepped into a room that looked like it was part of a living space of some sort, or prison so it seemed. “Assholes, get your nasty selves out here. Told you’all I was coming through, don’t make me wait now,” Lionel hollered. Two men cautiously began to emerge from a door to the side of the room, looked at Lionel in fear, looked at me, back at Lionel, then they started to smile and clap, “Yo man, I tolds you, he would not forget us. No sir, he would not. Long time man!” the first man said. It took me a second to recognize them as they looked even scruffier and dustier than they did when they were on the streets and homeless, but it was Dwayne and Malcolm who I had fucked with at the library, then the bookstore, and also wrote about in the story - The Homeless Guys From the Video Store –Fucked up, Dicked down, Pimped Out. Dwayne was the first to reach me, with Malcolm close behind, and they smelled even worse than they looked, “This mother fucka – um – uh – this kind man here,” he mumbled as he glanced at Lionel who was casually smoking, “Has had us locked up here man! Locked up like we done something wrong! We didn’t do nothing. Nothing! We keep telling him that. Yo man, we done nothing!” Lionel just laughed, shook his head, and waved his hand as if to say, OK, go on, keep talking. Dwayne continued, “Then he say we got to wait for the Boss. The boss who? Right Malcolm, don’t I say the boss who? He just say nothing. Keep us locked up in here, ain’t right.” Malcolm just stood a little to the back, still not saying a word as Lionel said, “You inside right? You got food right? You got liquor and smokes and all the drugs your nasty asses can smoke up right? So quit your fuckin bitchin. Here’s the deal. He’s THE BOSS.” At that both Dwayne and Malcolm looked at me and in unison said, “No SHIT?”. Lionel went on, “I’m out of here for a bit. You’all can hang. You can plead your case with him. But I don’t trust your sorry asses, neither one of you. You were Uncle Jack’s bitches through and through.” Lionel then said to me, “My crew is outside. If you want to leave before I get back, just knock on the door. Until then, keep that hole wet and here, smoke this, but don’t let them hit it. This is yours only.” The metal door was locked and I was alone with Dwayne and Malcolm. Dwayne began his tirade pleading again until I said, “Look guys. Relax. You got some place we can sit down? Chill, have a little fun, and you can tell me everything.” They took me into the back room, which was pretty large, had a TV, couple easy chairs, and a mattress on the floor covered with stained and dirty sheets. There was a metal TV tray between the chairs covered with glass pipes, cigarettes, and trash. There was trash on the floor, food on a table on the side wall, bottles of liquor strewn about, the room reeked of piss, cum, sweat, and filth. Dwayne looked a bit sheepish as he laughed and said, “Maid service here sucks!” I sat on an empty milk crate, asked for a lighter, lit up the smoke from Lionel, then said, “OK guys, tell me what happened.” As Dwayne and Malcolm each hit some crack in their pipes, they told me they got caught up in the fallout from Uncle Jack kidnapping me and neither Lionel nor his crew trusted them, so they ended up here, had been locked up in these rooms for a while now. “The fucking worst part, the fucking worst, has been no pussy! Yeah we got food and shit, and really good shit, I mean this rock is like WHOA, but I ain’t fucked nothing in months. God damn, a man’s got needs, right? Yo Malcolm, why ain’t you let me get up in you?” Malcolm just shook his head as Dwayne suddenly realized and looked back at me as he reached down and stroked his hardening dick through his pants, “FUCK! Yo man, we had a good time in your pussy, putting all that nutt up in there, what you say? Huh? Come on man, I need it bad!” At that Malcolm turned and looked at me too, the hunger in his eyes clear as well. I shook my head and said, “Anything you want man, but remember, I’m The BOSS, so you better treat me right.” Dwayne laughed as he practically jumped out of the chair, dropping his pipe on the floor and swearing as it shattered. He quickly brushed the glass into a pile with a t-shirt, stood in front of me, dropped his pants, and his steel hard dick was there for the taking. Dwayne and Malcolm were both in their 30s, very rough and thuggish looking, average builds, but big dicks like Lionel’s, a good 10-10.5 inches. Malcolm’s was really thick too and flared out at the base, so when he was balls deep it felt fucking amazing as I was stretched like a double-wide trailer. While Dwayne was not as thick, he was a special kind of nasty as he always had a constant case of gonorrhea, his uncut dick coated in a green, thick crust of funk, and they both fucked to hurt. “Got us some fucked up pussy here, nice pussy, this pussy always so TIGHT YO! Gonna nutt up all in that pussy yo, big fuck nutt,” Dwayne mumbled to Malcolm as I stroked him with my left hand while I hit my smoke with my right. With my last deep hit I put my mouth as far down over Dwayne’s filth covered dick as I could and when I could not hold it anymore, let the smoke out around my lips and his dick while Dwayne looked down at me wide eyed. “Fuck yeah. That’s wild shit. I’m ready.” I got up off the crate, stripped as they both eyed me while they stroked their needy dicks, walked over to the dirty mattress on the floor, pushed the stain covered sheets to the side, got on my hands and knees and said, “My hole’s nice and wet and full of cum guys, so fuck me!” The word’s had barely left my mouth before Dwayne squatted over me and plunged his eager dick straight down into my hole making me grunt. Malcolm stepped in front of me so I could suck him. The smoke Lionel gave me made me horny beyond belief. “Open that pussy up for me,” Dwayne begged, “That’s it, open wide, holy shit mother fucker, shit is good and wet. Yo man, this shit wet. I ain’t had such a wet hole in God knows when. DAMN! You want this cum up that ass? Huh? You want this black nutt up that white pussy hole? Huh? Want this AIDs nutt? Oh shit, can’t hold out yo, fuckin gonna…….oh……..” Without slowing a bit Dwayne blew his load deep up my ass then just yanked his dripping dick out and switched places with Malcolm. The crust and filth that had been on Dwayne’s dick was now buried in my guts and if he had not stuffed my throat deep with his dick to clean him off I would have yelped in pain as Malcolm buried his dick balls deep in the first thrust, his thickness stretching me wide open. My body tensed, my back arched, and Malcolm placed both hands on my back, pushed it back down as he began his own beat down fuck. Every thrust of his raw dick went balls deep and then it felt like he was trying to crawl up in my ass even further and push my hole open even wider. I knew he was getting close when his fingers dug into my back, his nails tearing flesh as he shot his infected load in my ass while Dwayne filled my throat and stomach with his dark piss. They both yanked their dicks out of me at the same time and went back to their chairs as I gasped for breath and felt the piss dribble down my chin and the cum run out of my ass. Their bed was now speckled a little red too. Their pipes filled the room with acrid smoke, Malcolm had turned on the TV and popped a porn into the VCR, the moans of some chick being fucked filled the room as their dicks remained hard and in need. I put my pants over the crate, sat back down, and relit my smoke. My ass was pulsing like I could feel my heartbeat in my hole, and it was wet and warm, but too empty. I planned to milk them good today and as the high went to a new level, staring at their dicks gave me an idea. “You guys ready to make me a Twinkie?” I asked. Malcolm just looked at me and Dwayne said, “Fuck huh?” “I want you to cream my insides good, give me an EXTREME ruff ryder fuck to remember. If you do, I promise to get you out of this place, set you up right, and more.” I ordered Malcolm to lay on his back on the bed, I held his rigid pole with my right hand as I straddled him and guided it to my hole. Dwayne watched feeling left out as I rode Malcolm’s raw dick. I was jumping up and down on him now and said, “You better not cum until I tell you,” and he just shook his head. Dwayne then complained, “Look here, Mr. Willie ain’t getting no action, come on yo, I want some too.” “You better be ready,” I said, “Let’s see if you can back that shit up and make me a true slut for your nasty fucking dicks.” I then pulled off Malcolm’s dick, turned around so I was facing his feet and dropped back down on him as deep as he would go. Malcolm gasped at how good it felt and while he grabbed my hips I gasped at how open he had me. It was time. I stopped, and leaned back on Malcolm’s torso with his hands on hips holding me steady, his raw infected dick still buried deep in my now gaping hole. The angle still left a good portion of his dick inside of me, but not the thickest part, making space for what would come next. “I want you to fuck me too now,” I said as I looked to Dwayne, “Double dick me. Make me your white pussy slut, your AIDs slut, show me how much you want out of here.” Malcolm was grunting in happiness as he spread his legs, Dwayne got on his knees between them and edged up as towards my ass. I lifted my arms and Malcolm wrapped his arms around my chest holding me tight as he nibbled on my left ear and neck and whispered how much he loved me. What the fuck? Back to the issue at hand, I moved my hands down and pulled my cheeks apart as Dwayne positioned his dick at my hole on top of Malcolm’s, who had paused his thrusting. Dwayne looked down at me and said, “You sure? Cause I ain’t stopping yo.” I nodded yes, he targeted the gap left by Malcolm’s thickness and as he began to push in, it forced Malcolm’s dick to angle off more level and straighter. The last time I had been double dicked was by Lionel and his buddies, and that had been doggy style. This did not seem so bad, but as soon as Dwayne’s dick head found traction and pushed my ass ring open, the pain hit and I screamed in surprise and from what felt like a fucking red hot iron poker ripping my hole open. Tears started to stream from my eyes, my body shook, my high vanished, Malcolm grabbed me tighter and Dwayne paused a second to grab the dirty sheet on the side of the bed and stuff a portion of it into my mouth, covering Malcolm’s head in the process. “Can’t have your man’s crew thinking we doing something you don’t want now. SHIT! Feel that? HOLY FUCK. Like I said, I ain’t stopping, yo man, time for us to show the pussy we can treat him right.” At that Malcolm pushed his hips down into the mattress a little, making his dick pull back just a bit more, and as he did, Dwayne shoved his dick in further, ripping my ass even more, as he talked dirty and nasty, and started saying very racial shit. Dwayne’s hands were clamped around my calves, his nails digging little half-moons into the skin of shins as he pistoned my hole as deep as he could. Malcolm continued to hold me tight and over Dwayne’s verbal assault, he continued his whispered claims of love and telling me what all he wanted to do to me – with me – for me. Two raw, ruff ryder dicks were using my ass, and they soon found the perfect rhythm for a deep double dicking. Thank the fuck I had been used by the Philly boys already, otherwise no way I could have take them, but taking them both I was. The pain gave way to pleasure a thrust at a time, and then pleasure gave way to ecstasy, and then ecstasy gave way to something even more. I focused on Dwayne who looked like he was in ecstasy as well, “Yo man, time to nutt up in this pussy, fill it up with our AIDs man, fuck it down, this what you want? Harder? Huh? Deeper? Oh yeah, we got that – rougher? Got that too, oh yeah, we got that, we got that ruff ryder dick all up in that hole….we got that, we….oh fuck, we….TAKE THIS FUCKING CUM, OH CHRIST, GONNA NUTT, TAKE THIS CUM, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!!!!!!” Like I had a choice as Dwayne’s body shook, trembled, his nails digging deeper into me, Malcolm joined him unloading inside my ass, his own body shaking under the weight of mine, his dick pulsing like an unkinked hose and his breath hot and heavy on my neck. Dwayne knew better this time than to just yank his dick out, so he slowly and gently began to shift his hips, our juices easing his passage out, yet it brought new flashes of pain. I closed my eyes and grunted as the head pulled out of my ring and Dwayne lowered my legs to the bed. Malcolm shifted his right arm and then gently rolled our bodies to the right while still holding me impaled on his dick and started to move his hips and thrust back into my hole. I put my left hand up to try to push him away but he just ignored me and continued working their infected cum in my shredded ass. He moved his right arm under my neck and scooted a little further up the bed so the angle allowed him to hit my ass walls on every stroke. I grabbed his right hand, brought it close to my face and started kissing and licking it and holding it over my nose and mouth as he fucked me more. Dwayne was ignoring us as he sat back down, let out a big sigh, then went into the other room for a minute to grab a cold drink. “You like me making love to you?” Malcolm asked. “Yes, I do, go deeper, I want to feel you, stretch my guts,” I begged. Unbelievably I wanted more dick, the pain from the double dicking had gone. There was just an intense throbbing in my outer hole. So now Malcolm worked on scraping my guts, angling his hips, targeting a new spot, shoving his thick base as deep as he could go as I pushed back trying to get him even deeper. “Love me, please love me,” Malcolm whispered as he fucked. I didn’t know what to say so just moaned and kept pushing back on him. Suddenly his hand clamped onto my face, his body tensed, and he grunted as he gave me another hot load. I worked my ass to milk every drop and a few minutes later his tired dick slid out of my tore up ass and Malcolm rolled onto his back and just lay there. I got on my hands and knees and by the time I looked at him he was out and starting to snore. Damn, really? I looked at my watch, had been there about 90 minutes and not sure how long Lionel would be, but was ready for more if they were. Malcolm seemed done, so while Dwayne nursed a cold beer, I knelt and started nursing his limp dick. I was determined to get another load from him up my ass, so I slicked his dick with spit and slurped it up as he drank his beer, then I got him another and he downed that one in a few big gulps, burped, then hit his pipe. The smell of the crack, mixed with the rest of the funk in the room, including fresh cum, made me even hornier. “I gotta piss now,” Dwayne said as he moved to get up. I put my hand on his torso and said, “Let me drink it again, right here.” He nodded, closed his eyes, and a hot stream of beer fueled piss jetted from his dick and filled my stomach. When he was done I continued to suck him while he hit his pipe and soon his dick responded to both as the blood returned in force. “Want some more ass?” I asked him. “Always, and this time, I’m ready to do some good old fashioned long dickin,” Dwayne answered. Malcolm was still on the bed, snoring away, so I looked around trying to think where we would do this. “Just like at your place, stand in the front of the TV, bend over, and brace yourself,” Dwayne instructed. I got into position, Dwayne stood up behind me, and before he started he stuck three fingers into my ass and followed the outline of my hole, mixing the manly mix round and round, then he clawed at my guts a bit with his dirty nails, making my legs shake. “Yo, look man, look here,” Dwayne said. I turned and he showed me his fingers, all coated in slime, tinged with red, his nails dirty and foul, which he offered to me to lick clean. With his other hand he hefted his dick, “Let me see you lick the slime off Mr. Willie, that’s it, use your tongue to spread that green on your lips – FUCK that’s HOT! Bend back over.” Long dicking for Dwayne was slamming balls deep and pulling back on my hips to meet his every thrust forward as fast and hard as he could. I had to stand with one foot forward and the other back to keep my balance and could only grunt as he dug new gouges into my gut walls with his dick, and gouges into the flesh of my hips where he was hanging on. While most guys went slow and easy especially after already shooting a couple loads, not Dwayne. He fucked hard and fast. “Make it hurt, come on now, fuck it hard, fuck your boss man!” I said, egging him on, “Give me that nasty cum, from that nasty dick, your dirty fucker!” Dwayne liked that, his dick got harder still, he got even more verbal as his racial dirty talk became more intense. As he got rougher and fucked with more force, I lost my balance and got slammed into the TV stand as he plow fucked, and bucked his load as deep as he could go. The TV fell off the back, I fell onto the stand, and Dwayne did not let up as he continued to slam me harder and deeper until every drop of cum was buried in me and he knew he had given me all of his infected nutt. Unlike last time, Dwayne did not pull out slowly but yanked out in one rough pull, taking my insides with him and then roughly pushed me to my knees and had me lick him clean. When I was done, and he was satisfied he stepped back, sat in his chair, sighed, and hit his pipe. Malcolm was now sitting up on the bed, rubbing his eyes, the crashing TV having woke him from his post-fuck slumber. My high had started to wear off, so Dwayne let me hit his pipe. “Is that all you got,” I teased as I pointed at their now softened dicks. Malcolm just shook his head while Dwayne said, “Slut, you know better, we worked you hard and rough and a long fucking time before right? Did today too. You say just say when, we be ready to go.” Malcolm nodded in agreement as smoke refilled the room. As much as I was enjoying myself, I was feeling hungry and wanted to get some rest before the evening’s adventures, so I decided time to wrap things up. I told them to stay in their chairs a minute, went to the front door, knocked, one of Lionel’s crew opened the door and looked at me. I was still naked and covered in sweat, cum, and more and he just licked his lips and said, “Whatever you need, you know I got.” I laughed, that was good, and said, “If you’ve got anything worth my while, then you are already in the rotation for tonight, right? I thought so. So, I’ll see you later, in the meantime, send word to Lionel, here’s what I need.” I went back to Dwayne and Malcolm, told them to get dressed as Lionel would be back soon, and we would all talk then. About 15 minutes later Lionel arrived and came into the back room, my special guest behind him. Dwayne and Malcolm both stood up as the guy who had worked for Uncle Jack and helped kidnap then torture me was brought in. He was blindfolded, but also wearing his Mare’s ‘uniform’ of bright pink lace, thigh-high stockings, a matching pink bra, and a wig. While all of the other Mares were naked except for their collars, this was part of his punishment. “Show them,” I said, and Lionel reached and lifted the lace bodice so Dwayne and Malcolm could see that the guy had been neutered. They did not need to know that Deacon had literally ripped the guy’s balls off, but I did say, “You know him. He was part of Uncle Jack’s crew here. That is what your future will be if you get out of line, try to fuck with me or mine, or do anything that Lionel does not trust, understand me?” They were both taken aback by my tone, and what they saw. “He is truly a cunt now, who is used as we see fit. So, here’s the deal. You have two options. One, you can stay here, in this room, and rot. I prefer the second option. I think you can be trusted, you know the city, you know the rackets, the drug markets, all the dirty secret places and things to do and people who do them. I need you back on the streets, no one pays attention to homeless guys, especially ones that are addicts. I’ll have Lionel here set you up with a place to call your own, a roof over your head here at Covenant, money for food and shit, drugs, whatever, but your ‘job’ will be on the streets. You will stay looking the part and working the part – for now. Consider this probation and the only time I will intervene. You are now in Lionel’s charge. Oh, and one more thing, thanks – that was one hell of a beat down fuck – you guys are damn good so I’m going to give you a special tat on your torso – RUFF RYDER. I’ll see you again before I go, so you better save that nutt!” The crew took our Mare away and I went into the hall as Lionel had a few last words with Dwayne and Malcolm. When he came out he did not padlock the door, but asked me, “You sure about this?” “Yes,” I said. He nodded and before we left their place he had me bend over in the hallway and show him my wet and used hole so he could have a few more Polaroids. This of course was of great interest to his crew that were on guard and a few gropes and whistles later we were back at the elevator. As soon as the elevator doors closed Lionel hit the STOP button, the alarm dinged, he pressed me against the wall with his body, sniffed, and said, “You got their stink all over you.” With his right hand he unbuttoned my jeans while he started chewing hard on my neck. His left hand caressed the other side of my neck and pushed my head back as he continued to nibble while his right hand forced its way between my thighs to my dripping hole. I was forced to stand on my tip toes, my hands on his shoulders trying to support myself as Lionel shoved as much of his right hand as he could up my wet ass, pushing me against and slightly higher up the wall. My breath caught, Lionel did not move as the weight of my body settled ever so slightly deeper onto his hand and in between nibbles on my exposed neck Lionel hissed, “Yessss, ooooohhhhh, yesssss. You stink of them. You’re full of them, their cum, their piss, I saw it all on the cameras. Watched it all. Yessssss, ooooohhhhhh, your hole is so open for me and my black snake, Yessssss.” With his left hand Lionel pulled at my t-shirt, exposing the area where my neck meets my shoulder. He leaned in, his tongue flicking at my white skin, I moaned as I settled a little deeper onto his hand. Lionel’s tongue flicked a few more times, “Yessss,” and then he zeroed in on my flesh and bit down hard drawing blood. I yelped, Lionel’s right hand pressed harder, his knuckles in my stretched hole now holding me up. My ass was begging for him to continue and to stop at the same time. “Yessss bitch,” Lionel hissed, “Yesss…..” Stay tuned for Part 4-Day 2: Breeders Market – The Stealth Fuck

Chapter 7: My Breeding Family in San Pedro Sula Prison - “Your ass is glistening from the cum and OH I CAN FEEL IT as I slide into you. Little Papi has been busy tonight I see,” Santos whispered into my right ear, “Oh Papi, that feels good. I wanted to be here to see you take their AIDs dicks so bad, but I think we will have time for that. For now Little Papi, be a good mujer and open those legs wide because I have some more cum to give you.” I had sealed our relationship with the three main gangs in the prison with my ass and their cum and Santos loved the fact that now that Erazo and Armando – Los Chicos from Control Machete – were going to be around, there was lots more dick for me to ride and cum to fill my ass for him to use as lube. The first order of business though was to tell Miguel about Los Chicos. I was not looking forward to that as I knew he may feel hurt, but Santos assured me it would be alright. “You know what this means?” Santos said as he lay with his still hard dick in my cum filled ass, “Miguel will need to fuck you too. I know you have kept him at a distance since he fucked you that first time, and that is my fault, but he does have a nice dick.” I tried to turn my head to look at Santos, still not quite believing he was OK with me being fucked so much by other dick, but he just held me tighter to him and said, “Mi mujer, you and I have already made Miguel part of our family, a little bit anyways, now it is time to decide. Do we make him a full member of our family, or do we leave him to the gangs? With all the dick you are going to have running through here, maybe time I find myself another wife to keep around instead.” I was crestfallen, my heart imploded, but I immediately realized he was right. Before I could say anything Santos pulled his dick out, rolled me onto my back, kissed me and said, “Oh mi mujer, no no no, I was only kidding. I told you before I wanted you to get fucked by other men, I LIKE THAT YOU TAKE THEIR CUM, and it does not change that you are still mine. Oh no, I don’t want another wife, you are the only one, cause frankly there is only room for one slutty parent in this fucked up little family we’re creating.” At that we both broke out laughing and then the words he said sank in, family. I looked into his eyes, saw he was being honest, and that he seemed happy. Santos’ lips covered mine, his tongue and wet kiss providing the final assurance I needed as my fears slipped away and he rolled me onto my stomach to deposit another load into my cummy ass. We sent word to Los Chicos to wait another day before coming back and the next morning at breakfast Santos and I asked Miguel if he would like to become an official part of our family, not as our son, more like Santos’ little brother, he would move upstairs with us into my old room, and he would get to fuck me if he wanted. Miguel’s confused happiness increased with that one and he wasted no time in asking when, while Santos and I both laughed. Then came the hard part. Los Chicos. Santos explained a bit about power, the importance of building alliances between the gangs, and sometimes you had to make things work even if you did not like it, and he was asking Miguel to help me in this and be a good little brother or hermano menor and that by the way, they would be fucking me too. Miguel’s smile left quickly on that, but Santos assured him that now as family, no one would replace him. Breakfast was finished, Santos left, and as Miguel sullenly began to help me clear the table I grabbed his hand and said, “Come on now, its been way too long since I had some of your dick little brother, do you want to fuck?” Miguel set the plates down and quickly followed me my bedroom and was soon balls deep up in my ass. He did not have the biggest dick in the prison, but it was nice and thick and he fucked with abandon. I let him fuck until he couldn’t fuck anymore, and got three loads out of him right in a row. A nice way to start the day. After we fucked, Miguel began asking me a million questions about what kind of business I wanted to do, and would we move to the country as a family, get a house, he always wanted to have a horse, he didn’t want a dog, what abut a cow, and on and on and on. It was cute to see him so excited, but I had few answers for him as I barely knew what tomorrow would bring. I let Miguel fuck me again that afternoon before sending him off to the Mercado to pick up some fruit for the next day, and to find some paper and pencils if he could for the school work I was going to do with him and Los Chicos. I had just started to make dinner and was finalizing the plans for the new business when I heard Santos coming up the stairs, his voice loud and angry, as he was speaking to someone in Spanish and I knew from the tone something had happened. When I got out into the room there was Santos holding Miguel by one arm and Miguel looking like he had been dragged through the streets, bloody and beaten. “What the fuck happened?” I asked. Santos snorted, let go of Miguel, sat at the table, lit up a cigarette, took a long drag and sighed. Miguel stood where he was looking sheepish, and I noticed several bruises and cuts on his face so grabbed a cloth, wet it, and went to look at him. Miguel flinched as I dabbed at his swelling face, his eyes cast to the floor. “Herman menor here decided he was now a big man,” Santos spat out, “The little shit – fucking mierdecilla – went and got himself into a fight right in the middle of the Mercado. Luckily my men were near by and broke it up before he got himself killed. I got to go now and deal with it.” Santos put out his cigarette and went down the stairs. Miguel did not move, so I made him sit in a chair as I finished cleaning his cuts and made him drink some liquor to take the edge off the pain. “Miguel, tell me what happened,” I asked. He just shook his head, so I said, “Don’t worry, you know Santos cares for you and that has not changed, he’s just worried that’s all. You’re our family now, we don’t want anything to happen to you.” Miguel stared at me with his gorgeous brown eyes, the tears began to run from the corners of his eyes as he said, “They said they wouldn’t sell me the paper, they said they would not sell to some fresa, they said……they said they were going to make sure that when Santos was not watching they would take care of me, and next, they would take care of you, and then they would slice up Santos like the bitch dog that he is.” I pulled Miguel close as his tears flowed freely now and told him everything would be OK. “Did you tell this to Santos,” I asked, “No? Good, don’t. I will handle this. Now tell me, who said this?” Miguel soon fell asleep in his new room, and I sent a message to the head of MS-13 that I needed to see him. I had three of Santos’ men escort me to the room where I had first Sagastume Fajardo, the palabreros or leader of MS-13, and had told the others that if Santos came back to just tell him I was checking on a supply order and would be right back. I never left our section of the prison, and knew he would be worried, but I had to risk it. The leader of MS-13 was waiting for me just inside the outer door, so I had my men wait as we went down the hall, into the room. He did not have a shirt on and the sweat coated his muscled torso and chest and I could not resist as I stepped close and licked his body to savor the taste of him and inhale his musky smell. The leader of MS-13 blew smoke into my face as he roughly grabbed my head and put my mouth over his right nipple, “Chew on that bitch, yes that’s it, my little white AIDs wife, I knew you would be missing me.” I hungrily ate on his nipple, my ass was getting wet and my mind began to fog over with nothing but thoughts of his gangbanger dick. No, I had to focus on the business at hand. “I need your help,” I said as I pulled away from his body and slid my hands up and down the front of pants, confirming he wanted me as much as I wanted him. The leader of MS-13 laughed and said, “Of course you do. Only MS-13 dick can give you what you truly want, what you truly need, ain’t that right fresa? Only MS-13 can fuck that pretty white culo the way it should be fucked.” I nodded, “That’s true, you know I am your AIDs wife, and love that my husband’s gang brother fucks me like he wants, and I will give it to you if you want it, but there is something else.” I told him about what had happened with Miguel, about what had been said, told him I was afraid for Miguel, for me, and for Santos, told him who had said it, and what my plan was. The leader of MS-13 lit a new cigarette, sat in one of the chairs, the wood creaking as he adjusted himself. “If I do this, if I do as you ask, what is in this for me? Hmmm? What does MS-13 get?” I had thought long and hard about that and told him what I was willing to offer. The gang leader casually rubbed his still hard dick through his jeans as he considered my offer. “OK, if I agree to this there are two conditions. First, mi hermano Santos will never know. This remains between us. I know he does not mind you fucking with other men, but this…..this I know he will not accept for reasons best left in the past. Comprende? Second, in addition to all you have offered – and trust me – my polla here more than accepts – you will pay in some other way in the future when I ask, no debate, whatever it is I want, you will do. Call it a bonus.” I nodded in agreement and it was time to seal the pact I had just made with the most dangerous man in San Pedro Sula Prison. I unbuttoned my pants, dropped them to the floor, stepped out of them, took off my t-shirt, walked over to the leader of MS-13, stuffed the t-shirt in my mouth, turned around, bent over, and spread my cheeks so he had a direct view of my ripe, pink hole. In a flash the leader of MS-13 had dropped his pants, his huge left hand covered my mouth ensuring the t-shirt did not get spit out, his right guided his mammoth dick to my waiting hole, and he ripped me open as he force fucked me. My cries were muffled in the shirt, but his grunts echoed along with the symphony of our bodies slamming together as I was bred by his infected raw dick. This was a pact made in blood and trust and was completed quickly as we both had places to be. As soon as he finished he pulled out, yanked the t-shirt out of my mouth, turned me around and let me clean his dick off as he said, “You have learned fast mi little AIDs mujer, but this is a dangerous game you play and there is no turning back now. Tomorrow it begins. Remember our terms.” I was home and in bed by the time Santos got back, so he never knew, but when I checked on Miguel he looked at me, smelled me, he could tell, so I let him work the gangbanger cum into my ass and add his own to the mix. I then had Miguel kneel behind me as I pushed the loads out of my ass and he lapped it up like the good little brother that he was. The next morning, Los Chicos arrived bright and early and the minute I saw Erazo and Armando again I got hard and wanted to get fucked. Santos laughed out loud at me as he knew that look, I lovingly slapped him on the arm and told him to be quiet as the boys sat at the table and joined us for breakfast. Miguel came out of his room, glared at Los Chicos, then sat beside me at the table. Things were a bit awkward and we ate mostly in silence except for Santos asking Los Chicos a few questions in Spanish. With breakfast finished, Santos said it was time for him and Miguel to go handle a few things, so they left, and I was alone with the boys. They were looking at me with what I hoped was horny eagerness, but first thing was first. I explained that each morning we would spend a little time studying math and English, and a little more time in the afternoons. In between we would work or whatever. Did they understand? Armando said, “Yes, I know,” and then spoke to Erazo who nodded. Armando then said, “Father tells us. He say school, work, and ummm,…how you say, make baby and we be your husband.” I laughed, Armando looked hurt, and I said, “No, I mean yes, yes, you are right. But I think you want the word ‘FUCK’, maybe we should start with that for your first lesson. Fuck, ass, dick, suck. And Santos is my husband, mi marido.” Sitting before me were two huge dicks that had never been tainted by rubber, never been anything but AIDs filled sperm injectors their whole lives. Fucking amazing. Fuck school, it was time to get dicked down by raw nasty meat! I motioned for Los Chicos to follow me to my bedroom. The A/C was off, the room was hot, but I wanted them sweaty and nasty and as soon as the door closed the boys were naked and trying to fill my holes. The boys were both amazing fucks, monster dicks, and shot bucket loads of cum, but while it was hot and nasty sex, having Armando cum in me while I looked at his clearly sick and infected body was beyond amazing! I was a bug chaser for sure. Los Chicos had finished pumping me full of their infected jizz and we were back in the main room cleaning up when Miguel came running up the stairs and breathlessly said, “In the Mercado, holy shit, the blood, the….they got them. They killed them.” Los Chicos did not need to hear anything more as they quickly ran down the stairs. Miguel then came close to me, looked around and whispered, “Did you? Did…..” I just smiled at him, grabbed him into a big hug and said, “No one threatens my family. No one. I told you I would handle it and remember, you are not alone now, so always come to us. Also, this is just between you and I OK little brother? We have to watch Santos’ back, but you know he would be mad if he knew, so don’t say a word.” Miguel’s eyes got wide as it all sunk in, he hugged me back, then ran down the stairs too. It appeared that five of the men that had worked for the owner of three of the shops in the Mercado had gotten into a dispute with him over wages, a fight had erupted and they all ended up dying from their wounds. Now it just so happened the owner and these men were the same ones who had threatened Miguel, and me and Santos, but only three people in the world knew that. The three shops were near the center of the market, and were part of the actual prison building with concrete block walls and metal doors, unlike the wood shanties that most of the shops were. El Capo, the boss, would now hold an auction and accept bids for these now ownerless spaces, which would then be approved by the heads of the three gangs. I needed space for my business, space just opened up, step one completed. Now on to step two. The next day started the same, an awkward breakfast, Santos left with Miguel, Los Chico fucked me full of cum, I worked with them on some English, then had them help with packing some of the drugs and other stuff on the second floor before lunch, they fucked me again, and was getting ready to start another English lesson when one of Santos’ enforcers came upstairs and told me everything was ready. I asked him to explain to Los Chicos in Spanish what I needed, they were clearly excited, and soon we were being escorted by five of the enforcers back to the room in which I first met Santos. I had been in San Pedro Sula Prison for months now, at first not by choice, but now….now I was here because there was no place else in the world I wanted to be. This was home, this was my family, this was my life. It was time to make life better and even though it may be a high price to pay in the end, the next part of the plan was ready. We entered the room and there was a prison guard waiting. I did not recognize him, but he knew me as he smiled and nodded and I realized he must have been of the guards who had fucked me that first day. Los Chicos and the enforcers were clearly uncomfortable being around a guard, but I told them to chill and wait and I went and spoke to the guard so no one else could hear. I told him I would love to see him and his friends again, loved being fucked by them, and appreciated his help making this happen. He instinctively rubbed his crotch and I made a mental note to work that angle. While I did not smoke, I always carried a pack and offered him one. The guard was part way done smoking when the door to guard controlled area of the prison opened up and a man was pushed in. “Hello Humberto,” I said. Humberto looked around the room in confusion and fear. He clearly did not know what was going on between the guard, the prisoners, the five prisoners with guns, Los Chicos, and then he looked at me again and his knees gave way a little bit. “Ah, I see you remember me,” I said as I walked up to him and stood in his personal space. Humberto was sweating, shaking, and his head was moving side to side like a guppy fish that knew a shark was about to attack. I nodded at the guard who went and stood by the door, his gun at the ready, making Humberto flinch and shake all the more. “It has been a while since I saw you Humberto, you’re looking good,” I patted his stomach as I stepped to his other side, his eyes flitting to follow me, “I see all the money you stole from me has fattened you up. Plus whatever money you got for leaving me here, but that is all past us now, yes? Let’s move on. I have a business proposition for you Humberto. I’m opening a new store and I need a steady supply of goods and you are just the man to get them for me. As the concierge of one of the nicest hotels in the city, and with the folks you know at the other hotels, this will be no problem. I am also a fair man, and will pay you a fair price for what I want and you can continue to get fat and grow old in peace. So, here’s the deal. Every Monday morning you will make a delivery to my boys here.” I paused, pointed to Los Chicos so he could get a good look at them. “You will deliver those little hotel shampoos and soaps and a few towels and little liquor bottles and whatever else I ask for. Comprende? Most of the men here cannot afford the big bottles of such things that are sold in the Mercado, but the little bottles like they have in hotels, aha! That my friend, that anyone here can afford if they want. But don’t worry, I know you cannot steal all of this from just your hotel, no no no, that is why you will work with your friends at other hotels too, see? It is all so easy.” Humberto was really sweating now and shaking his head side to side so I stepped closer and said, “Humberto, mi amigo, let me be clear, you have no choice. YOU WILL do this, and you will give me the names of other people in other hotels who will supply me too. I cannot just rely on you, you are a snake, and what if you get his by a bus? Or killed? What would I do? Oh and one more thing. You owe me $5,000 cash and you have 24-hours to get it to me. That will cover what you stole from me, what you made off this little deal, and interest. Understand?” Humberto finally found his voice, shook his head, spit at me and said, “Fuck you. Dumb ass gringo, you deserve to be in here with these…these….peasants!” I shook my head, stepped back, as the enforcers anxiously shifted their guns and Los Chicos snarled. The tension in the room was sliced open when the door to our area suddenly slammed opened, a shirtless gangbanger with a big MS-13 tattoo on his chest walked in and strutted up to Humberto, grabbed his head, and whispered in his ear, then strutted back out. Humberto was shaking really bad now as I wondered what that was about. “Uh…anything you want…OK…I…..just….ca..ca..call me at the hotel, here you ca…ca…can use my cell phone. No problem,” Humberto stammered out, spit flying from his mouth. I stepped back up to him and said, “Good, thanks for the phone, and glad we could come to an understanding. I’ll be in touch and you had better hope you never see me again. But you will be seeing lots of my boys here, every week at least and if you miss one delivery……..” As I left the room, knowing the deal was done, Humberto’s screams ricocheted off the prison walls as Los Chicos and two of the enforcers rape fucked Humberto ensuring that there was another AIDs filled dick out in the city passing along the bug. Part two of my plan was complete. I will have cash on hand to make a bid for the stores. I have secured a supply chain for goods to sell. More importantly, I have my revenge and Los Chicos got to convert a new ass. Not a bad day so far. Time to start planning how I pay my tab to MS-13. That night as 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. The dirty talk always turned to more as I realized how much that turned me on. 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, I hope Santos would never find out the price I paid.

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.