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I was 20 when I married, my wife was 18. I think I have always tried to conform and although I was attracted by women's bodies, I secretly fantasized more about sex with men than with women. I thought of myself as hetero with bisexual leanings. When I surfed the internet, I particularly loved oral and anal - those beautiful hard cocks with their white loads glistening on lips or slowly oozing from a well drilled ass. I felt like I was two people, the visible married guy and the hidden real one. My wife didn't want children and I had a vasectomy at 25. I always felt like I needed more sexual excitement and had sex with a few 'other' women, always unprotected, and I counted myself lucky not to have been caught by my wife or to have picked up any diseases - I was careful only to start anything if the women were married. I used it as a release from my gay urges; I thought it was safer that way. For 20 years I continued to suppress my lust for men, but the last 5 years or so it had been getting harder and I was exclusively watching gay porn and reading gay stories. I loved wanking on webcam chat rooms with other guys but I wanted to do more, wanted to be really there, naked, amongst and touching other naked men. I looked at website adverts for gay escorts, but I decided it was too risky, I might go too far if I was paying to get exactly what I wanted and needed. Then I found that there was a gay sauna club in the city about 30 miles away. I planned a visit; I would be able to get naked there and watch other guys, I would be able to stand in front of them with my hard cock in my hands, stroking it. After edging for hours I would cum for them. I would be safe doing that. I would use a condom and maybe if I felt it was safe would frot with someone. Nothing to expose me to any risky real contact. One of the reasons I had avoided gay sex for such a long time was that I know I am reckless when really turned on, but I figured that now I was older I was more able to control myself. I made up my mind to visit the club, and the opportunity arose when my wife said she was going to stay with her mother for a week. We rarely had sex and I actually preferred wanking looking at gay porn, but I abstained from that for five days beforehand, so that I would be really horny and wouldn't change my mind. The day after she went, I parked my car at the city centre mall and took the bus to the stop nearest the club so that nobody would see my car in the area and ask questions later. I had planned it all, I knew if I had to stop to think I might chicken out, so when I stepped from the bus I walked quickly to the door and pressed the buzzer. It took a while and I almost panicked and turned away, but luckily just in time the door opened and moments later I was inside. The guy took my money, saw that I was a little nervous, gave me a key and towel and pointed me to the locker room. I quickly stripped and locked away my things. I wasn't sure whether to wrap it around me or not, but I was already feeling really excited and my cock hardened as I walked to the bar, so I just held the towel casually, partly in front. I passed through a lounge where a few guys were chatting, one had a towel draped on his lap, the other was completely naked, another couple sat on a sofa kissing. Seeing men openly kissing was an instant turn on and I was as hard as rock by the time I sat on a bar stool and ordered a bottle of water. I had taken a couple of mouthfuls when a guy came up, he'd followed me from the lounge. "Hi I'm Steve." "Pete." I had decided to use my real first name. I expected some more banter, but Steve slipped his hand under the towel I had draped on my leg and touched my knee, slowly caresing my thigh until his fingers wrapped round my cock. I was suddenly on fire, my heart pounded and my cock felt harder than ever. I tentatively reached over and stroked his chest, he smiled and flicked the towel off me onto the floor. My mouth was dry again and I took another swig of my water. Glancing round the room and seeing the others watching my instant seduction turned me on even more. As I tipped my head back to drink, Steve bent forward and engulfed my cock, his tongue licking the shaft, his head tilted up and his eyes locked onto my startled stare as he slowly and gently licked all the way up my shaft. This was all going much too fast, too far, too good, too risky. I was out of control already and I knew it. I glanced round the room, wondering if I really wanted to stop, realising suddenly that I needed to be here, today, to experience it all; now or never. An older guy on the other side of the room was watching, his fist round his cock, working it hard and fast. I was thrilled that he was watching me and it urged me on, my mouth open as I gasped at the sensations raging through me. Steve paused. "Do you want me to stop?" "No. Don't." I caressed his cheek and he circled the tip of my cock with his tongue, then licked his lips. I wanted to kiss him, wanted the others to see me kiss him. "Go on. Please. Just use..." I reached for the container of condoms on the bar, pulled it towards us, nodded towards it. I couldn't say it. Steve stood up, slowly moved closer, parting his lips slightly, his hand massaging saliva into my cock. I looked into his burning eyes as he kissed me on the lips, then I kissed him back, voraciously, our tongues deep into each other, frantic. I felt his other hand over mine, he slowly pushed the container away. I let him do it. He guided my hand until it cupped his balls, then pressed against his firm thick shaft. "Suck it." The thrill of him telling me what to do was electric and although I glanced at the condoms on the bar, I stepped down from the stool and bent forward. Steve steered my shoulders so that my ass pointed into the room as I took my first cock into my mouth, tasting the tip, licking up and down the shaft, bobbing my head. I was like a man possessed, every fantasy I had ever had about being made to suck cock was exceeded in that moment. I licked it, stroked it, made an 'O' with my mouth and took just the tip, worked the shaft with my hand, stroked a finger in my mouth as well, wetting it before rubbing it into his crack, trying as hard as I could to do everything I ever wanted done to me. He parted his legs wide to reveal two small tattoos, one on the inside of each thigh, close to his balls, a small scorpion on the left and a biohazard symbol on the right. Neither of them could be seen unless you were sucking his cock. When I saw them I paused momentarily, my tongue circling his cockhead, tasting his pre-cum. My cock was in his hand and he must have felt it twich, hardening more. I clenched and made it twitch again, I wanted him to know I would go all the way, do anything he wanted. I couldn't believe how it made me feel. I loved fetish porn where the girl is unprotected and the guy pumps his sperm into her womb, knocking her up, and I suddenly experienced the same surge it always gave me when I watched those movies. I wanted that, taking the risk, I pictured myself on a sling, legs spread and tied to the chains. I wanted to give him everything I had. I was sucking him for all I was worth, cupping his balls, gripping the base of his shaft, licking and stroking him, tasting. I knew it wasn't impossible to catch it just from oral sex but I wanted him to cum in my mouth, to taste his load, to swallow it all. I circled the tattoos with a finger as I tongued a small drop of pre-cum from the slit, and looked up at his face. He held up his own fingers, covered in lube. My jaw dropped open, my eyes wide as a surge of lust overwhelmed my rational senses. "Oh god, oh yes, I want it." The others gathered around and Steve led me to a chair, bending me over so my shoulder blades rested firmly on the cool black leather. Hands positioned my feet on the floor, easing them apart. "Will you use a condom?" I heard myself say, the pitch of my voice giving away the answer I already knew would come. "No." I knew I should get up, should go, but sex raged through my body and I was panting as Steve started feeding lube inside me. I lifted my ass higher, parting my legs more. Steve's fingers worked the lube in to me; I was in heaven and he knew it, he stroked my cock and sac, pressing against my perineum. I felt him move behind me, the tip of his bare cock at my puckered hole, slight pressure holding me ready. "Yes?" he asked. I pushed back against him, he held still and firm. I pushed again, felt myself opening, as I had done many times with my butt plug or the realistic cock vibrator I had bought, supposedly for my wife. I moved and pushed until I felt his head pop past the resistance, a real cock was finally inside me. There had been a stab of pain but now I just felt filled, just like when the fat part of my butt plug or the large tip of the vibe had passed the sphincter. I wanted more, wanted to feel him move in me, feel him against my prostate, the strange but erotic feeling the butt plug always gave me as I moved it across that spot. I knew that this was no silicone cock in me, knew that it would spurt its potent laden seed into me. Steve held my hips with a gentle pressure. I reached back with my hands and placed my fingers where I thought his tattoos were. "Oh god, I know, I know," I whispered as I pressed back further, taking the full length of his thick cock deeper. I pictured the scene, I had seen it a thousand times in porn, the girl bent over and the stud injecting his life-giving seed into her fertile body, "cum in me," she would say; the guy bent over, the tattered condom hanging down as the stud injected his dangerous seed into a willing ass as the recipient looked between his legs at the bare flesh pulling out, cum dripping from him. I knew my life would be different and I had wanted it to change for so many years. A brief thought flashed through my head, maybe it's not quite too late for safer sex. But all my desire was focussed on the moment, impaled balls deep on the thick, gorgeous, hazardous, wonderful, throbbing, hot cock buggering me into ecstatic oblivion and there was no way I would stop now. I couldn't believe how quickly my naive plans for carefully controlled touching had vaporised under Steve's hot touch. I was soaked in lube already, but I felt more cool liquid squirted on my crack and Steve began to stroke in and out, angling every now and then so he was rubbing my spot inside, making me cry out in passion every time. My own cock was dripping pre-cum, I coated my fingers and licked it off as I had done so many times when masturbating on webcam, looking wantonly round at the audience as my tongue traced the wet streak on my finger. My cheeks were hot and I panted as he fucked me; the others were fisting their cocks, moving nearer. The older guy knelt the other side of the chair, stroking hard and arching his back, lifting the tip to my lips. I saw his small plus-shaped tattoo on his shoulder; I opened my mouth to envelop him as he held onto my head. Unseen lips enfolded my own cock in their luscious wet embrace. Steve was speeding up, his strokes hard and deep, I could hear his breathing getting shorter and voices in the room encouraging him to "fuck him, fuck him, cum in his ass," the noise of his thighs slapping against my backside only heightened my lust. "Yes, yes, fuck me, harder, fuck me, cum, cum...," I tried to say with my mouth full of cock, "oh fuck, oh god, I'm so close...." "Now?" he asked, urgently, pausing briefly, his voice hoarse and breathless. "mmm, mmm," was all I could reply, but I pushed back hard on his stilled pole, almost losing my cock out of the mouth working it, then almost gagging him as Steve thrust back hard into me. I couldn't keep still as he worked us both to a frenzy. Everything happened in slow motion. My mouth filled with warm semen, the salty fluid spurting to the back of my throat and leaking from my lips as I struggled to maintain contact and swallow until I had it all. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for breath. Moments later Steve's thrusts went ballistic and the feeling welled up inside me faster than ever before, an intense pulse of pleasure followed by another and another and another and another, as I spurted into the mouth sucking on me, my ass contracting and writhing on Steve's cock as he worked it faster and faster in my body. "Yes! Fuck! Yes!" Steve grabbing my hips, pulling me onto him harder, breeding me deep. My cock sucker had moved away; I dripped on the floor as Steve continued to pump cum inside me until his orgasm subsided. Somehow I ended up on my back on a couch, Steve's head on my belly, my softening cock in his mouth. I felt panic rising in me and I stiffened, suddenly wanting to get dressed and go. "Don't run, embrace it" was all he said, quietly, and he started to lick me from root to tip, his finger gently pushing his seed back into my body. I was tense, but started to relax as he licked me again and again, pausing to kiss my nipples and nuzzle down my belly. Amazed by how soon I felt my cock stirring again, I felt liberated as arousal flared in me again. Later, after he had fucked me again, filling me with his second potent load, I explored the club with him, we showered together and he finally came in my mouth as I knelt with the water running over my hair, his hands on my head. Steve left shortly afterwards and I spent the rest of the day kissing, fondling, sucking and fucking. I came four times, in one day, for the first time in my life. I spent every day that week at the club and by the end of it I was thoroghly converted; closet bisexual to full blown gay. I couldn't believe how I had lived like I had. When my wife got back from her trip, I told her I was gay and that I had been with a man when she was away. A little thrill ran through me, despite the stress of telling her. I spared the details. "I thought you would realise, eventually, that you're gay with some bisexual tendencies. Your a natural submissive," she said, "and you haven't shown much interest in me for a long while. I found your web history years ago, you never hid that." "I'm sorry, I have let you down, but...." "Don't." She seemed relieved, almost content. "We'll get a divorce, I have something to tell you." She turned away, embarassed, speaking quietly, almost to herself, "Well, I've been sleeping with Dillon Patterson, you remember him from the works summer barbecue, for the last few months." She swallowed. "I.... I wasn't at mothers, I was with him. You'd have found out soon anyway, I'm probably pregnant." My cock hardened, partly at the thought of her breeding with Dillon but more at remembering the long fat black cock inseminating my body as I lay with my feet tied to the sling chair at the club a few days earlier. That was quite an experience in itself. I wondered if Dillon's cock was as long or as black, and if she'd taken as much bareback cock as I had. Seven months later, I pressed my body against Steve again, our hard cocks clasped together as I stroked against him until he spurted his thick white cum in long ropes over his perfectly hairy belly. I licked at it and sat back up, my legs wide across his, and he traced the outline of two newly healed tattoos on the inside of my thighs, mirror images of his own. My boyfiend Alex climbed onto Steve and kissed him, dipping his erect cock into the creamy pool on Steve's belly; he knew I was close to the point of cumming and his ass glistened with freshly applied lube. He tossed away the unopened condom he had been holding and wiggled his inviting hole deep onto my hard, bare, cock.

When you first meet Mitch, chances are you'd see just another white teenager trying to be cool by imitating the dress, mannerisms and swagger of his black friends. Like most people you'd probably just shake your head and wonder where his parents were when they should have been teaching him to stand up straight, look people in the eye, get good grades, make something of himself, etc. Maybe you're the exception, maybe you're the guy who sees through his macho act and realizes how insecure the kid really is, maybe you're like Terrell. From the moment Terrell spotted Mitch, he saw right through his false exterior. Even with only a moment's interaction, when T's sister introduced Mitch as the newest employee at the restaurant where she works, Terrell was sure that this kid was a poser, desperately trying to keep something secret from his family, or friends at school. Usually white boys acting like "wiggers" was nothing new, but T felt certain this kid was trying a little harder and worried a little more than he should be about keeping up appearances. "Sup Mitch? Nice to meet ya." Terrell said, sizing up the teen while moving in to shake his hand. Before he could clasp his palm with the boy's, Mitch slid his fingers back, slapped them with T's and fist bumped him. "Fo Sho' Terrell, Aisha been illin to bounce fo' hours son," T had a hard time not laughing at the over-exaggerated ebonics the boy used. "Good thing you showed on time or she'da put a hit on yo' ass!" "Best be leavin' then, peace out kid." After one more ridiculous slide/swipe/bump combo, Aisha and Terrell went to leave, as Mitch returned to work, putting away some packs of napkins on a lower shelf. T's dick swelled as the teen's jeans dropped dangerously low on his hips, almost taking his boxers with them, stopping just far enough for Terrell to catch a glimpse of his lily white ass crack and the soft blonde hairs glowing in the reflected light. Embarassed, the high schooler tugged them higher and turned to see if he'd been caught, accidentally allowing him to take in the view as T adjusted his monster snake through his jeans and boxer briefs. Usually straight boys are oblivious to such gestures (or they'll act like it is sick and wrong and possibly attack), but Mitch froze and his eyes widened a little, leading to he and T sharing a look before Mitch's cheeks went red and he whipped back to the napkins. "So that's what he's hiding," Terrell thought to himself, making a mental note to squeeze Aisha for more info on Mitch later that night. Pics that inspired Mitch and Terrell: Terrell was no stranger to closeted gay guys, especially in his line of work: dealing Tina, Coke, Gina and Molly to a large selection of users, ranging from teens to seniors, in every color imaginable. Often he'd helped a hot young gay dude come out by getting high with him and providing an opportunity for them to be alone, naked and surrounded by drugs. For the most part, T was accustomed to practicing these skills on guys who came to him to buy, so it hadn't really crossed his mind what he'd need to do to work his magic on a sober stud. Aisha was as helpful as she could be, without any knowledge of what her bro had in mind for the teen. Under the guise of small talk while they ate dinner, she divulged Mitch's age, family situation (two sisters in college, dad in another state, mom working 60-80 hour shifts as hospital administrator), area where he lived (about two miles away in a nicer part of town), personal history (moved here last year, only a few friends, saving up to buy a car), and so on. When she was finally finished and her boyfriend had showed up to drive her home, she unwittingly given T a plan of attack. Once the door clicked shut, Terrell hopped on his laptop and found Mitch on Facebook. His assumption that the teen was hungry for friends proved true when the friend request was accepted within moments of being sent. Now that he was in, it was time to do some research and make sure this boy was a homo. Photos and status updates confirmed that the only women in his life were his family and some close friends from his old town. Dating seemed to be the only thing excluded from his detailed, copious posts; a good sign for T. As more photos and posts loaded, T's jaw dropped as a photo of Mitch with some of his former school's fellow swim team members popped up. Terrell massive uncut cock pulsed at the sight of bare teen flesh like normal, but what made it surge to half-hard was the boy in the middle. Buff but trim, cut abs, pecs, thighs and calves, capped by wide shoulders and firm biceps, leading to a familiar smile and blonde mass of wet hair: it was Mitch, and he was hot as fuck. T pulled his jeans and undies to the floor, grabbed his bubbler, loaded a fat crystal and hit it while scrolling through more and more shots of Mitch's body, butt and bulge. From an initial inspection, he probably had average size dick and balls, but his butt was the definition of bubbly and his body was flawless. Stroking his foreskin over and down the head and shaft of his chocolate penis was causing his balls to tighten and droplets of precum to appear at his dickslit. The doorbell rang, eliciting some curses from T, but he smiled when the webcam on his porch revealed it was one of his regular clients, a law school student who bought Tina when he needed to pull an all-nighter… and also enjoyed getting Terrell's cock down his throat. "Come in and lock u[ behind you," Terrell commanded upon opening the door, not bothering to put his pants back on. Law boy did as requested then sat on the couch opposite Terrell's layzboy, and licked his lips while counting out his cash. T weighed a fat sack for the boy, admiring his easy handsome face and slim body, noticing for the first time how much he looked like a young Rob Lowe. "Get naked and I'll smoke you out." "Rob" seemed hesitant, since none of his previous visits required he get undressed. Still the sight of the shard T chose for the pipe changed his mind, and in a flash he was naked and stroking a respectable 7 inch cut penis. As they each took a hit from the pipe, T went back to looking at pics of Mitch, now on his phone, and lazily worked his own cock until the bowl was finished and "Rob" fell to his knees and started nibbling the foreskin and lapping at the balls, shaft and head. "I bet lil' mitchy would have a fucking aneurism if he walked in on this!" T thought, chuckling under his breath while pushing his cock deeper into Rob's mouth and gullet. Like a lightening bolt, it struck T that a little unexpected exposure to gay sex was exactly what Mitch needed in order for Terrell to plant a seed in the kid's brain. Pushing his cock in Rob's mouth until his balls rested on the 22 yr old's chin, T found Mitch's number and dialed him. Rob: "Sup, who dis?" Mitch answered, catching T off guard for a second. "This is T, ya know, Terrell, Aisha's bro." T tried his best to make the boy feel like he was convincingly ghetto, but he was slightly distracted by the fag tonguing his shaft. " Just wondering if you got plans for Saturday night after you get off work. Me and some buds are gonna play ball at the park then head back to my place for some smoke and cocktails." "Sounds awesome bro," for a moment Mitch almost forgot to speak poorly, then calmed himself enough to return to his previous pattern. "Can't smoke cuz' the shit job does random UA's man, but I'd be down to play ball and hang. Lemme run and check with my moms real quick to see if it's coo." As Mitch put the phone down, T could still hear him talk to his mother, suddenly becoming the perfect little preppy boy, saying all the right shit that moms love and promising he won't drink, smoke or be out past 11. The sound of this little boy begging his mommy to come get corrupted was too much for T, who grabbed Rob from the floor, shoved his discarded undies in his mouth, turned him around and bent him over the couch. Rob was obviously freaked, so Terrell shoved some poppers under his nose while reaching into his discarded jeans for a small container of boy butter. Still as he pressed his cock head against the law student's sphincter, he heard some mumbles about a condom, which just made him laugh. Instead he shoved the poppers back under Rob's nose, then pressed his weight into the boy, forcing him up against the back of the couch, including his face, muting his cries as T's fat head burst into Rob's hole. He had every reason to cry since Terrell's cock was now somewhere in the range of 10-11 inches and as thick as a 40. Mitch came back on the line and told Terrell he was in, asking who all would be there. Pumping deeper and deeper into Rob's cunt, T tried to sound normal as he explained it would be some friends and maybe a guy or two from grindr. Silence was all that came back over the phone line for a minute until Mitch expressed wonder at what grindr was. The pause meant Mitch knew exactly what it was, and he probably had a profile on there. Terrell explained in g-rated terminology what grindr was used for, and Mitch finally, reluctantly agreed to be there after his shift Saturday. As soon as the call ended, T flipped Rob on his back and slammed back inside the law bitch, making his scream and try desperately to get away. T had an obvious advantage when it came to making Rob stay put, since he was almost a foot taller than his victim bottom at nearly 6'7" and worked out for three hours everyday, building his body into a fuck machine! Pinning Rob with one hand, he resumed raping his ass while his free hand did a search on grindr. With some minor modifications to the age, location parameters and interests, T had no trouble coming up with Mitch's profile. As he suspected, Mitch had taken a pic from his swim team collection and blurred his face and the background. Still Terrell was confident it was him. Clicking on his other photos, he moaned when the next photo was one of Mitch grasping his hard 6 inch cock on a twin bed that T guessed to be in Mitch's room. Posters featuring the X-men and pink floyd hung behind him on the wall. Again the face was blurred, but that didn't stop T. Clicking for the last photo, he felt his balls tighten at the sight of Mitch doggy style on that same bed, with a magic marker shoved up his hole. Plowing as deep as he could caused his cum to explode far up Rob's hole, as well as making the poor boy scream and pass out. Pulse after pulse of jizz coated the unconscious boy's innards until T felt woozy too and collapsed onto the inert body of the law boy he'd just made into a law man. --- Rob's rape: When Rob came to, T was wearing some bball shorts while a tall thin white dude covered in tattoos worked his 8 and 1/2 inch cock in and out of Rob's hole. Terrell had been calling bros to see who he could get for Saturday and when Yuri told him he needed to stop by to re-stock on tina, it only seemed polite to offer Rob's ass as a bonus. Tears ran down the student's cheeks as he resigned himself to being a cumdump for the two men that night, hitting the pipe again as much as he could in hopes of forgetting what happened when he left three hours later, sloshing around with 4 loads inside his butt. Yuri: Next time...

II. Forgiveness? I walked away from the treadmill, not even looking back at Justin, the bully from my high school days, not even letting him know I saw or recognized him there. I settled down on a weight bench which gave me a clear view of him so I could possibly avoid him when he left the treadmill. I couldn’t keep the thoughts that he still looked damn good and had such a fuckable looking ass, and his bulge up front was promising as well. As I was curling some weights, working on my arms I could hear my music pause a moment and feel my phone buzz, I set down the dumb bell and glanced at my phone. It was a message from Justin “Dave, I know you are most likely trying to avoid me but dude I really need to talk to you face to face… I know I really needed to start this with I’m sorry for all the hell I put you through back in school, and I am truly sorry, but let me explain the agony it caused me as well” I thought what a self-serving asshole thinking that his torment of me caused him some secret grief, but it also intrigued me as well, and what is he doing here, I know I said I was going to the gym, but how did he know I’d be at this one, there are at least half a dozen gyms near my place, he must be stalking me. “Dude, lets pause a moment in our workouts and get a power smoothie and I’ll explain why I want to talk to you, please forgive me and accept my apology” I wasn’t really in the mood for a smoothie, yet but I had a different idea, I texted him back “Thanks for the offer of the smoothie, but no thanks right now, tell you what, meet me at the basketball court in five minutes and we can have a friendly game of horse” I had a plan and I knew I could mop the floor with him in basketball, it wasn’t one of the sports he excelled at, or at least not in high school. I arrived at the court after checking out the ball at the front desk, it was Sunday so the bulk of the crowd had yet to arrive, Justin came in with his usual air of cockiness, same old Justin I thought “So ready to have the floor mopped with your sorry ass” I asked sarcastically “Bring it on Sissy boy” Not a usual taunt by Justin, in school it was usually wimp, nerd, Brainiac or some other quip directed at my physical size, lack of development, even after when I kicked the winning field goal to clinch the football championship. I was intrigued by this almost homophobic slur on Justin’s part “Doesn’t sound like you’re so sorry after all, Justin, sounds more of the same from ten years ago” “Woo, chill out just a little trash talk, if nothing else I thought we could be jock buds” “We haven’t been buds in a long time, Justin, you made sure of that” I tossed the basketball at him hard “I’ll give you a fighting chance I’ll let you go first” “Oh you think you’ve gotten that good do you?” he sniped back “Yeah I do and I’m ready to make you really sorry you ever looked me up” He set up a shot at the top of the key and sank his bucket, I retrieved the ball and took my shot, Swoosh, and it went in without even touching the rim “Nice Rim job, but you’ll have to better than that” He took an outside shot and just made it, I stepped up and once again I made the shot with ease, he set up another shot and missed, I took his position and made it with ease “H” I gloated “want to try again” “Sure, you know you’ve improved since High School” I laughed, then set up another shot that was slightly more difficult and sank the shot “You going to redo your shot so you can move on or should I just call H.O?’ He moved into position and took the shoot, swoosh through the hoop, then moved to my last position and missed ‘H.O., you’ve let your game go since school” “A little but you’ve defiantly have found yours” I set up another layup and made it with little difficulty, he tried again on the last shot and missed again “H.O.R., over halfway there, stud, you letting me win? “ I made another layup and he made the next two shots, drenched in sweat his scent was beginning to arouse me, to distract me a bit “tell you what, I really don’t think you’re as bad as you are playing, lets up the ante… either your game is off or your letting me win thinking I’ll break down and listen to you, let’s find out, you win and I kick back and listen to whatever you have to say, but if I win you stop texting me and stalking me and let us get on with our lives, go our own separate ways and never have to deal with the hurt you put me through again, that okay with you?” Justin looked wounded by my comments, then his face took on a determined look “Not sure if I like the ante, but to get a chance to talk to you I’ll take the bet, even if my game isn’t up to par with yours I’m a gambling man sometimes when the prize is good” He started playing with more determination and soon we were both at H.O.R.S the next one to miss a shot loses and the reward would be claimed. I lined up my shot from almost midcourt and shot the ball towards the hoop and after a bounce off the backboard and a ringing of the hoop it dropped through. Justin, then took aim and fired off his shot lifting himself of the ground on the takeoff and propelling the ball towards the hoop, it hit the backboard as he came back down, twisting his ankle upon hitting the floor, the ball circled around the hoop and fell off to the side as Justin hit the court in agony and pain crumpling into a ball while holding his ankle “H.O.R.S.E., guess you lose, but let’s get you back to the locker-room and get some Ice on that ankle” I helped Justin up and helped him walk back to the locker room and sat him on a bench in front of my locker, grabbed a plastic bag from the roll hanging near the showers, and rushed out to the front desk where I returned the basketball I still had under my arm “Can I get some ice in this bag my friend just twisted his ankle on the court” “Oh no, where is he now” “In the locker room near my locker” The attendant went and got the ice and followed me back to the locker room calling on his walkie talkie for a trainer to meet him there. Upon seeing Justin he applied the ice and soon, Mark one of the trainers showed up and checked on Justin’s twisted ankle. I sat next to him while Mark examined the area which had begun swelling a little, although the ice seemed to be helping it out. “You’re a guest today I assume, and as such we are required by our insurance to have you taken to urgent care, you have anyone that can gather your stuff and meet you there?” Justin looked over at me with pleading eyes and mouthed Please. “I can meet him there, and see that he gets home afterwards” I did it mostly not for Justin but because my mom and his would never let me live it down if I didn’t as they had remained friends through the years, since I never actually mentioned my tormentor to her or my dad all those years ago. The trainer and the Gym manager told me where they were sending Justin to be checked over and I went over to his locker and collected his belongings, taking his gym bag to my car and heading over to the Med Clinic which was a couple miles away, the ambulance already transporting Justin while I collected his things. I arrived at the Urgent care center and was asked to wait in the waiting room. After about half an hour I was led back to a cubical where Justin was laying back on a bed looking like he was no longer in pain, the X-rays had already been taken and a doctor was reviewing them. I sat in the chair next to Justin in silence “Dave, I’m really so sorry for being suck a dick to you for all those years, but I was a asshole and caved to peer pressure, and yes there is peer pressure even in 4th grade, when you’re a popular active kid like I was, it just wasn’t cool to hang with the dweeb, the freak, the best friend I ever had” I thought about his apology but wasn’t buying the whole thing, I was still angry at him after ten years of being without him, then I thought, our parents were friends but he never was around when I came home from school on holidays and breaks, what was he doing that kept him from his family “So is this whole apology, seeking retribution/forgiveness some part of some program or what, and where have you been the last 10 years” “Um, would you believe I’ve been traveling the world with the Peace Corps?” “Not really your mom would have been bragging if that was the case” “Well, my mom and dad most likely don’t talk about me much anymore, they have my younger brother to boast about, although he’s not as athletic as I am, and hasn’t done as much. I thought about his brother, who had followed me to university a couple years behind me, his brother who I run into every now and then at clubs, usually surrounded by young men fawning over his good looks and athleticism “I’m seen your brother, usually at clubs he’s looking pretty good, he looks happy, but what made you drop out of all you had going for you after high school, graduating with honors and set up with scholarships? You just disappeared from town” “That’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about, because I doubt my parents told you everything, about how I spent my last two weeks before graduation at Seth’s house because they tossed me out, and disowned me” I thought about his brother again, he did seem more reserved and secretive than Justin, not sure what deed got him kicked out, but as both boys were similar in demeanor and knowing Jack had gay tendencies, I began to wonder “Dave, my dad caught me cuddling with Jack on my bed and freaked out just two weeks before graduation” I still held my silence “Although, staying with Seth was an adventure it was him who convinced me that if what I supposedly had done leaked out I could kiss the scholarships goodbye and I didn’t want to go in the military” “Why not, you would have fit in with all the other jock types, all the jar heads and assholes” “but that wasn’t who I was, I wanted to help people, to stop being a dick, my brother taught me that being nice and kind brings you a lot more reward” I figured the pain killers were kicking in as he was getting soft spoken and a little melancholy, almost entering a dreamlike state. I let him rest a bit then looked over at the poor jock almost feeling sorry for him. I had won the game of HORSE, but I wondered if I had lost the chance to get to know the real Justin, other than what little jibberish he was spewing, I wondered if any of it was true A little later the doctor came in and gave us the news “Well the good news is it isn’t broken, but you did tear a ligament and I suggest you try to stay off it for a couple days, we’ll be putting you in a boot to help support until it heals completely and you’ll have to use crutches for the next week or two until the pain of putting weight on it dissipates.” With the news he sent in the nurse to prepare Justin for discharge. After a quick trip to the car in a wheel chair we loaded him into my car. I had tried calling first his parents then his brother but they were both out of town for the weekend. I pulled out my phone and started dialing his parents and he stopped me Call Jack not my parents, they don’t care about what happens to me but Jack is my savior, my brother. I knew Jack was his brother but I suspected Jack was out on an excursion with one of his admirers, and Justin was for the most part out of it. I did get out of him that he had been staying with his brother during the reunion and was visiting for a week after but was due back to work thereafter. I couldn’t contact his brother so I just took him home with me. He was still wearing his gym gear and neither of us had showered so the aroma in the car was causing my equipment to stir, that coupled with a half unconscious hunk sitting in my passenger seat. I pulled the car into the garage and pressed the button to close the garage door. I circled around the car and helped Justin out of the vehicle and up the short stairs to the door and into the down stairs bedroom, heaving him onto the queen bed. He was barely aware of his surroundings but alert enough to realize he was not in his brother’s apartment “Whose place is this? Nice digs” “It is my house and thanks I tried to make it nice” I propped some pillows behind his back and tried to make him comfortable. He thanked me and drifted off to sleep I sat there for a while admiring his masculine beauty, it was like we were In third grade again and best buds all over, but I knew that could never last, I was still very angry with him and wanted to make him pay for his cruelty towards me all those years ago I left him to slumber and headed to the kitchen to prepare lunch. Opening the refrigerator then the freezer trying to decide what I wanted. I pulled out the berry blend and the fruit juice, and filled the blender with ice and some plain yogurt, added the frozen fruit and juice, added in some protein powder and hit the pulse button creating the smoothie I had turned down just hours before, as I drank it down I thought of might have been if Justin hadn’t been such a jerk all those years ago, If we had remained friends. I finished my smoothie and placed the remaining contents back in the freezer thinking I could add some juice and re-blend it for when Justin awoke. I kicked back on the couch and kicked on a baseball game and snaked on vegetables before drifting to sleep myself. I was awoken a short time later by the sound of crutches on the hard wood floor, I opened my eyes to Justin standing before me, still in his workout shorts and muscle shirt “Dave can you help me, I need to take a wicked piss, but I don’t want to chance falling or making a mess of your bathroom, if you can just steady me I’ll be in your debt forever” What could I do? I got up and helped him into the bathroom, I held him up placing his arm around my naked shoulders, he let go of the crutches and allowed me to take his weight on me, he reached up the leg of his shorts and pulled out his cock through the opening, he aimed his semi flaccid penis towards the bowl and soon his stream began to flow, a little erratic to the point out of habit I reached down and took it in my hand to help his aim. He finished peeing, but made no effort to remove my hand from his growing phallus, within seconds he was at full mast, all 8.5 inches pointing towards his belly button. I looked over and he was blushing embarrassed that I excited him. “Um, what do we have here?” I twisted my hand around on his shaft and gave it a small yank, making sure he not only felt my grip but made it hurt just a little bit. He blushed harder and precum began to leak from the slit “I’m sorry, Dave you just do that to me, always have” Between the two of us, the smell of a good workout was ripe and was getting me hard as well, I removed my hand from his engorged cock and lead him over to the shower, had him grab the Handicap rails in the enclosure so he could support himself, grabbing a trash bag from under the sink I had him lift his wrapped and booted foot and I slipped the bag over the boot and tied it around his upper calf making sure it was as watertight as I could make it. I slipped his shorts down and removed his muscle shirt. There he stood propped up in the shower in just his jock strap his cock poking out the front from when he pulled it down to piss. I began to caress his firm pectorals and chest rubbing down to just above his cock, I reached up and grabbed the conditioner and squirted some on his pucker then on my engorged 10.5 inches then took his hole as mine sliding in roughly and with just a couple long strokes. Justin was filled up with my cock and not sure if he was enjoying it, I certainly was as I raped his hole and he began to ride me on every in stroke he backed up into me and even as I withdrew he would start pushing back to get it back into him. I think I rode his ass for a good 10 minutes before feeling that tickle in my balls as my semen began its long climb up into my cock before being expelled into his colon deep, I kept pounding his ass even after the flow ended, as my cock didn’t deflate so I fucked him for a second round leisurely working my cock and cum deeper into his rectal cavity, he reached over and started the water flow as I began spewing another load past his second ring driving my cum deep in his guts. Now the feel of warm water cascading on me and the sound typically triggers my bladder and even though I was balls deep in Justin’s hole this time was no different, only I remembered I hadn’t actually relieved myself since drinking nearly a liter of water at the gym and drinking my smoothie, Justin was about to get the mother of piss enemas as my stream began to flow into his rectum, filling him beyond comfort, I slid my cock out admonishing him to clamp down as I exited so as not to spill a drop. I moved him over to the shower seat and shoved my cock into his mouth and continued my humiliation of him as he drank down my piss and afterward thanked me for using him like the toilet he was. I finished showering then helped him clean up then abruptly left the bath leaving him to finish rinsing and drying off.

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The Invitation The weekend at home was a short respite and I headed out first thing on Monday morning for the where day conference. So far Ben had been fucked bareback by at least five guys in the last couple of months, with very strong indications that Sam was one of them, probably the first one. Based on how badly he wanted us to get together with Matt and Josh he had probably been fucked by them as well. Then there was the flu he got about a month after meeting up with Sam again, followed by me getting it. Since I was now most probably poz, and the only person who had fucked me raw before Jeremy was Ben, I had to assume he was also poz. There was no way to undo that but now I was going to play some mind games with Ben. When I tired of that we would just accept our new found freedom and fuck around bareback with whoever we felt like. Just for the fun of it I searched the profiles again and found one that sounded just like Jeremy. He was not shy and showed his face. Yes, as I suspected, Jeremy was BBSam4Fun’s “J2”, and his profile picture showed him in his latex outfit with the biohazard logo. He listed his status as “Ask Me.” I had a hunch that it was highly unlikely that the test result had been a false positive and so there was no point in me playing safe anymore. It was time to take up Zach on his offer as we were both going to be at the conference. We finished at around 5:30 that evening and as we walked out of the conference room I asked Zach to join me for a drink in the bar. We chose two comfortable chairs in preference to a hard stool at the bar counter. The chairs and accompanying side table were chosen to give a good view of the bar and its occupants. I scanned the room. Only one guy caught my eye. He was one of the conference attendees, and he had caught me looking at his package earlier in the day but had said nothing. Dark hair and complexion and a slim build. He looked Mediterranean or Latino. It was not important what he was other than he had smoldering hot looks. I kept looking at him as Zach and I discussed this and that and drank a few beers. After about twenty minutes I could contain myself no longer and brought up the subject of sex. “Zach, I thought about what you said to me last week. The answer is yes. I’d love to fuck your butt. Tonight, if possible.” Zach just laughed. “No way. I already made plans for tonight and it does not include you fucking me with a condom-strangled cock.” “Who said anything about condoms? I want to ram your ass with my juicy raw cock until I dump a massive load deep in your colon.” Zach looked stunned for a moment. “FUCK yeah! I want that. My plans have not changed but you are now invited. Are you going to get fucked bare as well?” “What do you think? What goes around cums around. Of course I am. The more loads the better.” “Well then, another convert to our cause. I have some fun in the gym planned for tonight. Access to the gym is usually restricted after 9 pm but Chris gave me an access key. The nice thing is unlike many hotel gyms there are no big windows where a casual observer can look in. So we can do whatever we want as long as we clean up when we are finished.” “Great, so I guess that the party starts at nine?” “Ten actually, we need to wait for Chris and Ricky his boyfriend to get off work.” “So it will be the four of us?” “Actually no. I was not expect you to join us to play, so I arranged a little orgy with some of my friends who are in town. Quite a few of them are poz and the TeamBB rules apply to all of my parties so you cannot ask. But you are most welcome to join us if you agree to that. The more the merrier. I’ve been dying to get your dick in my hole ever since I first met you. And if you can round up another bareback top or two between now and ten that would be great too.” I looked at him with amusement. I had not picked up anyone, bareback or not since I had met Ben. So it really was not likely that I would be bringing someone new to the party. “Zach, you going to join me for dinner?” “Nope, got other plans and a breeding and seeding party to get together.” I grinned at him. He was not shy, that’s for sure. As he left he turned and commented “See you at ten at the gym. The password to get in is Team BB. And since we are playing by the rules see if you can find something appropriate to wear.” I sat by myself drinking my beer but that was not for long. The hot guy had been sitting across the bar watching us all the time. I did not mind as it gave me an opportunity to look him over. Seeing that Zach was not coming back, he sauntered over and introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Dino. Mind if I sit? Those bar stools are hard on an ass.” “Hi, I’m Brandon. Sure, go ahead. I like a little company.” (Fuck, he was even hotter up close and I could see he was packing some serious meat in his tight khaki pants.) He looked at me closely as if to decide his next move. “You organize these conferences and are here often. Where can one go to get a bit of action?” I was taken aback and took a moment to reply. A hot guy like him setting off all the gay alarms wanting to get some action. So I stalled and played dumb. “Action? What do you mean? Gentlemen’s clubs?” He burst out laughing. “Dumb ass. What do you take me for? You are obviously gay and you have been cruising me all evening! Nope, I want the gentlemen, not their clubs.” I smiled “Oh, that’s a relief. I thought you may be asking me to find something know nothing about.” He grabbed his ample crotch. “There is something else that is hard on a man’s ass. Or should I say in an ass.” Great, maybe I had found a top for Zach after all. But we did not know if he played safe or not. “Why don’t you join me for dinner and let’s see what we can come up with for tonight.” We spent some talking about this and that and we discovered to our surprise that we lived only about 20 minutes from each other. After some time the inevitable topic of whether we were single or not came up. “So you have a boyfriend” I said. “Does he know you fuck around on the side?” “No, I’ve never told him and I don’t think he suspects. When we first met we used to fuck a lot, always with condoms. Then after about a year we got tested and started barebacking. He insisted on monogamy and at first the excitement of raw sex was enough. Then it sort of got boring and now we only have sex about once a month. I need more so I suggested we open our relationship up a little but he was having none of it. He said he did not want to go back to condoms. I even suggested we find another neg couple for regular hookups but he did not like that idea either. So we started some fetish stuff to get the excitement up but really I think what we need is more cock from strangers.” “My husband I have an agreement. Sort of a don’t-ask-don’t-tell arrangement. The rule is we use condoms when we play with others, but I know he doesn’t so I don’t either.” “Fuck, that’s hot. Since I travel a lot I fuck around a lot that he doesn’t know about, always bare. I could never go back to wearing rubber.” I realized that I may have come up with a top for Zach so I asked him the question. “You up for a bareback sex party tonight?” I did not have to encourage him, he was raring to go. So I told him the Team BB rules. He chuckled. “Well, that’s convenient, I went past the local fetish wear store yesterday evening as soon as I got in and bought myself something sexy in neoprene.” I could not resisted the temptation. “I though you could not go back to wearing rubber.” “No you fucking idiot, on my body, not my dick. With rapid access to where it’s needed. You’ll see tonight.” I told him where to meet up and the password and we parted. I looked in my bags. I couldn’t find anything particularly sexy to wear to the party and the fetish wear store had already closed. I grabbed a pair of scissors and my favorite white swimsuit and removed the front lining. It would have to do for now. I knew how well the single lined rear showed off my crack when wet so I was hoping the same would be true for the front. I could not wait for the time to pass…the anticipation for the nights activities was too great. Exactly and ten pm I found myself in front of the gym door with the large closed sign. I knocked. “Password?” “Team BB," I answered. Zach opened the door and let me in, commenting "You're the first to arrive. The entire facility is available. Enjoy." He was wearing tight leather shorts and a half-harness and construction boots. His tight little body looked even hotter in that outfit than I remembered from the gym, but since I had a few minutes before the main activity began, I stripped down to my swimsuit, jumped into the pool and took a quick swim to cool down a bit. Looking down, I was amazed how see my speedo was all but transparent. I lounged in the water for a few minutes before the next guys knocked on the door and Zach let them in. They were two hunky boys, both in their late twenties, both dressed in tight jeans and dark t-shirts. They disappeared into the locker room to undress. Zach stepped over to me, identifying the guys as the Baker twins, Brent and Brad. The twins emerged from the locker room and walked straight towards where I was in the pool. They were both wearing translucent latex outfits like shorty surfer wetsuits with zippers all the way from the neck to the small of their backs. Brent was wearing yellow and Brad was wearing red. The rubber was transparent enough to see each had a biohazard tattoo on the left side of his crotch. They had obviously been wearing the rubber for a while because their muscular bodies were already slick and slippery with sweat. Seeing that and their fat uncut cocks I knew immediately that I wanted both of them to breed me. I climbed out of the pool in front of them noticing their looks of approval as the wet see through spandex clung to my crotch outlining my cock and balls. I turned around to show them my ass as I bent down to pick up my towel. They were only a few feet away. Brad looked at me with a grin. “I like your swimsuit. Low cut. Real low cut like a competition swimmer’s so that it doesn’t even cover the top of your crack. My brother and I like that. We were on the swim team at college and got to look at a lot of hot guys in a tiny speedos.” Brent chipped in. “And fuck a lot of them. We like what you are packing in front as well. If one of us fucks you we both are, and we’re going to fuck you and give you our loads. Then you are going to fuck us. We come pre-lubed with cum.” My dick had started to chub at the sight of these two muscular dudes and suddenly got very hard at the thought of their charged cum in my hole. It would be the first time that I knowingly took a load from a poz guy. (Or two.) “Yeah.” Brad continued. “We always fuck each other before a party. Gets our asses ready and slows us down so we don’t cum too quickly.” As he spoke their dicks were starting to expand and fill out in the tight latex. They both unzipped their crotch zippers and released their swelling uncut cocks. “Let’s see how you suck,” Brad suggested. I went down on my knees and swallowed Brad’s drooling meat. Brent did not waste a moment and went down on all fours behind me and pulling down my swimsuit he thrust his tongue deep into my ass crack. I relaxed my sphincter to allow him access and he wormed his tongue into my hole. That lasted all of a second before he withdrew his head. “Damn, no cum there. That’s not right. We’ll have to fix that.” He dived back in and started getting my anus nice and wet for the coming fuck. Brad looked down on me furiously working his dick with my mouth. “Yeah, you need to know what a good hole tastes like.” He slid out of my mouth and turned around, unzipping the back zipper of his suit revealing his well fucked hole. Soon we were all on the floor, Brent loosening up my hole with is mouth and me tasting the sex juices in Brad’s ass. Without asking me, Brent stopped rimming me and I felt him place the head of his leaking dick at my back door. It was so slick with pre-cum that he did not need any lube and he slowly slid all the way in. Brad knew what Brent was doing without looking. “I want you to fuck me while he is fucking you.” He moved away from my mouth and backed onto my cock. “Don’t need lube.” He took my cock balls deep in one swift move. It was a new experience to be sandwiched between two slippery latex sheathed guys getting barebacked and barebacking without skin on skin body contact. In spite of having fucked his brother earlier Brent did not last long and I could feel his pace pick up seconds before I felt his cock swell and twitch as he started spewing his toxic cum in my guts. It took me over the edge as well and I dumped a massive load in Brad. As he came Brent whispered in my ear. “I’m not supposed to tell you this but I’m poz and not on meds. Same for Brad.” I did not really need him to tell me he was poz as I had noticed their tattoos. As for meds, I had not even been to see a doctor yet. As I came down from my orgasm I noticed a few more guys had entered the room and they had been stroking their cocks as they watched us fuck. I heard Zach say “Treat him nice guys. It’s his first bareback sex party, so make sure he gets plenty of loads.”

Part IV I obeyed. I spent the whole week at the gym. Almost literally. I went in the morning and again in the evening. I ran. I crunched. I pulled and pushed every muscle. I watched what I ate and drank a lot of water. At night I would collapse into bed. Exhausted. But not before I examined my naked body in the mirror. By Thursday night I was panicking. I could see no noticeable change in my body. On Friday I pushed myself twice as hard. By the end of my evening workout I was crushed. My body ached. And even if I had wanted to wank I didn't have the energy or inclination. After my final set of crunches I returned to the changing room. It was late and there were only a few guys left. All week I had seen no sign of the muscle guy. In fact I had stopped looking. I was so focused on working out that I didn't realise until I had wrapped my towel around my waist that I had almost forgotten why I had out myself through a week of physical hell. I walked to the showers, past the steam room. This late at night there was always something going on in there. I reckoned the managers turned a blind eye to it and sometimes I would wander in. And at least watch. Tonight I walked past and into a cubicle and stood under a steaming hot jet of water as it caressed my sore body. Eventually I turned the water off, towelled myself dry and headed back to my locker. My locker door was open. The padlock was sitting on the inside shelf. I quickly walked to it. I distinctly remembered locking it. I cautiously peered inside. Everything was exactly as I had left it. Then I spotted the note. Jammed into the hinge. It had my name on it - "Sean. 1." I shuddered and looked around. No one was there, I grabbed the note and put it on the bench. I grabbed my fresh briefs and quickly slid them on. As I grabbed my jeans a packet fell to the ground. I picked it up. It was a sealed black plastic bag. I put it on the bench next to the letter. I quickly finished getting dressed and pushed the envelope and package into the top of my bag and left the gym. I rushed home. Every so often I would look behind me, certain I was being followed. I got back to the flat and unlocked the door. I dropped my bag on the floor and turned to look the door. That's when I spotted another envelope on the floor. "Sean. 2." I locked the door and slide to the floor clutching the second envelope. Fuck. What was happening? Who could have opened my locker and put one envelope in there and then put a second envelope through my door without knowing the security code to the main door of my block of flats? Shit. I started to shake. This was getting weird. I looked at my sports bag. I grabbed it and headed to the kitchen. Setting the bag on the table I grabbed a glass and my whiskey from the shelf. I sat down and retrieved the first envelope and package. I placed both the envelopes on the table next to the package. And stared at them. Finally I poured myself a shot of whiskey and drank it straight. I winced as it burned the back of my throat. I picked up the first envelope and opened it. It was typed. "Hello Sean or should I call you Cunt Boi? I am glad you obeyed me and went to the gym. And I am a little impressed that you went twice a day. Good Boi. That's a point in your favour. But from what I saw I am not sure it made any difference. But perhaps time will tell. "So what next? I assume you found the package? I put it under your cheap fucking jeans you whore. No one wears fucking Levi jeans anymore except cheap bottom Boi cunts who hawk out their arses. Is that what you are? That's a point taken away." "Getting the gist of this now? Strip for me." Nothing else. I turned the letter over. Nothing. This was ridiculous. Panic gripped my stomach. I stood up and pulled my top off. I undid my belt and shoved down my jeans and kicked off my socks and shoes. I sat down. Bollock naked. I picked up the package. I hadn't been told to open it. I put it down and reached for the second note and opened it. "Hello Cunt Boi. You naked? I'll know if you're not. I'm in your head. You won't be able to lie to me. By the way I'm glad those bruises have disappeared. Clay was too rough on you. I ordered him not to leave any marks on your skin. The fucker has been punished." My cock twitched as I read this. 'Punished'. "So. Open the package." End of note. I put the note down on the table and picked up the package. I lifted it to my lips and nose. For some reason I licked it then sniffed it. I turned it over and carefully peeled back the Sellotape then tipped the contents onto the table. There were three sealed jiffy bags. Marked "1", "2" and "3". "1" was the biggest. I pulled it open. Out fell a pair of rubber shorts. Jesus my rubber shorts. I picked them up. They were clean. And nestled inside was my bottle of poppers. I placed them on the table. Also inside was a white singlet. And an envelope. "Sean. 3". I opened it. "Hello Cunt Boi. Rich enough that you can just leave your rubber lying around in a club? I'll teach you how to value things. You need to be taught some real values. And as you can't fucking manage to follow simple instructions here's a singlet. Don't lose it. "Open parcel 2." End of note. I grabbed the second parcel and ripped it open. The contents spilled out onto the table. A metal cockring. A pair of speedos. Black. And another note. "Sean. 4." I opened it. "These are for you to wear. If you've been working out properly you will look good in these speedos. If not. Then nothing. Shave your balls. Nothing else, just your balls. I will inspect them so make sure you do it right. Put the cockring on. Put the speedos on. Put the singlet on. Then put whatever fag clothes you have on. But not your fag jeans. "Final parcel Cunt Boi." I paused. I looked down at my erect cock. It was hard. Very hard. And leaking. I wiped my finger across the top and pushed the pre-cummed tip into my mouth. I opened the final package and reached inside to retrieve a toke bag and a small bottle. Poppers? I held it to the light. The liquid was clear. I looked at the toke bag. Three pills. I picked up the envelope and shook it. Another note fell out. "Sean. 5." "Good Cunt Boi. If you've got this far I am impressed. So what have we here? READ THIS VERY CAREFULLY." "Tonight you will go to bed at midnight. Before you will take one pill. "Tomorrow you will wake up at 8am. You will shower. You will not put on any deodorant. Drink one cup of black coffee. And take the second pill. "You will dress as I have ordered you to. You will pack your slutty rubber shorts. You will pack your sweaty gym kit from tonight. You will pack the bottle I have given you. "At 9am you will take the final pill, drinking it with a litre of water. No more. No less. You will head to 'Gym Buddy' and arrive no later than 9.15. If you are late you have fucked up." End of note. I dropped it on the table and looked at everything lying there. I picked up the cockring and weighed it in my hand. I picked up the bottle. What was it? Should I open it? I put it down. I inspected every other item and re-read every note. And again. Suddenly I looked at the kitchen clock. 11.55pm. I stood up and pushed all the items into a pile. I walked over to the sink and drew a glass of water. I walked back to the table. Bedtime I thought as I pulled open the toke bag...

I'm always a bit careful about sex at work as I am now in a very senior position in the company but I've always found sex at work a real turn on and sometimes I give in to temptation..... Last summer I got friendly with one of the HR Advisors at work, a tall, thin, geeky looking dark haired guy with glasses in his early thirties - a look I really go for. We worked together on an HR issue and I got to know him quite well. We flirted quite a bit but I knew he had a partner so I didn't think it would go any further than that. One night I was working late in the office and he came round for a chat. The conversation went a bit further on this occasion and we started talking about relationships and sex. He indicated that he wasn't getting much sex from his boyfriend and admitted he was really horny. He said he didn't want to cheat, but sometimes he was really tempted....... It wasn't too long before my pants were down and he was down sucking my cock. He'd already mentioned that we were the only two left in the building so there was nothing to stop us. He sucked me for a while and then I pulled him up. I unzipped him, pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees and took his cock in to my mouth. He signed and I began to suck him. He had told me that his boyfriend wasn't into rimming and said that the thing he missed most was a tongue up his arse. After I had sucked him for a while, I turned him round and he bent over. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue into his arse. He groaned and I began to lick his hole. He pulled his pants right down and pushed his arse into my face, giving little satisfied moans as I pushed my tongue as far up his hole as I could. After a while I stood up. I took hold of my cock and began to rub it over his wet arsehole. He groaned. I decided to see how far he was willing to go and I began to push my cock against his hole. He didn't resist and soon the head of my cock was up his arse. I pushed further and slowly but surely my cock entered his arse. He didn't say anything - he just bent further over the desk and pushed his arse back. I was fully up him now. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck. I fucked him right there in the office, his pants and trousers at his ankles and after a while I shot my load right up him. I thought the guilt might kick in when he pulled up his pants but he was fine and a few weeks later we had the office to ourselves again.. He pulled his pants and trousers down below his arse and bent over and I fucked him from behind. On that occasion I had been working really hard and hadn't cum for almost a week so he went home with a really big load up his arse. We've done it a few times now and he's never referred to the fact that we are fucking bareback. None of our colleagues have any idea that I have now dumped several loads up him. I've always found the idea of guys having sex at work a turn on. When I was a student in Glasgow in the early eighties I would often get fucked in public toilets and parks and I would often sit in my lectures with a load of cum in my arse. One of the public toilets near the university was always very active early in the mornings with people on the way to work and students on the way in to uni and I often used to see a smart young ginger haired guy in a suit in there sucking cock and I would quite often see him bend over and take a cock up his arse round by the sinks. I watched him being fucked in there several times and one time I fucked him myself after two other guys had cum in his arse and pulled out. Later that day I went in to a bank nearby and he was sitting at the counter serving customers. I loved the fact that none of his customers knew what he had been up to earlier that morning and that they would never guess that he had several loads of spunk up his arse. I also used to frequent a park in the north of Glasgow which had a really active toilet and had many good experiences in there. You had to be careful of the city council park keeper who used to patrol occasionally but sometimes it was a younger, dark haired guy on duty instead and he would get his cock out and join in. He had a massive cock and would sometimes let guys suck him off and occasionally he would disappear into a cubicle with someone. One afternoon I was cruising in the park toilet. I had been fucked shortly after I got there and then it got very quiet. I was just about to give up when I heard someone coming in. It was the young dark haired park keeper. He stood next to me at the urinal and soon we were both wanking. I went down on his cock and he motioned towards a cubicle. In no time at all I was bent over the toilet and he was pushing his massive cock right up me. It was probably just as well that I had already been fucked because I was able to take his cock quite easily. He fucked me hard and fast and shot his cum right up me. I enjoyed every minute of it - it was one of the best fucks I had in there. My own first real experience of sex at work was in the mid nineties when a guy I worked with came on to me. Mario was in his early thirties, dark haired and stocky. He was a real east London lad - married with two young kids. At that time I had a job which took me out and about all over north London and sometimes we had to work with each other. Mario had asked me what it was like being gay and seemed genuinely interested and we had talked about it a few times. One time we were sitting in Mario's car waiting to go and see a customer. We were too early so we parked up on the edge of a housing estate in north London. It was late in the day and it was already dark. Mario started talking about sex and said it must be great being able to get it whenever I wanted it. I said it wasn't exactly like that but he said I bet you're getting something. I said yes I was and he said he wasn't getting any. Neither of us said anything for a while and then he asked me if he could ask me something. I said yes of course. He didn't say anything for a while and then he asked me if I liked sucking cock. I was really turned on by the whole situation and I told him I loved sucking cock. He was silent for a while and then, staring straight ahead of him he said "Would you...?" Seconds later, Mario had hitched himself up, pulled his trousers and pants down and was sitting back, keeping watch as I went down on his cock. I sucked him off in the car and after a while he warned me he was going to cum. I kept sucking and I was rewarded with a big load of cum in my mouth. When he had pulled his pants up again Mario grinned "I can't believe you swallowed that" he said After that I sucked him off regularly for about two years and he always rewarded me with a big mouthful of spunk. By the mid 2000s I had developed my career and was working my way up. I had been a manager for a few years and was doing well. I had had sex at work a few times but was deep in my safe sex period so it was always with condoms. By 2005 I had become more adventurous and was beginning to fuck bareback and when the opportunity arose at work I took it.... I used to work quite late and was often still there when the cleaners came in around 6.30pm. I got to know the cleaning supervisor, a Polish woman, quite well and she would often stop at my desk for a chat. One time she told me she was going on holiday for a week and he nephew would be taking her place. On the Friday evening she introduced me to him. Robert was mid twenties, thin, with tattoos on both arms and a girl's name tattooed along his forearm. He was quite fit in a very straight looking way and I thought at least I would have something to look at during the next week. The next week Robert began work. He said hello and chatted for a little while and seemed a friendly guy. On the second night I was watching him as he cleaned - at one point he was bent over polishing the desks and I had a great view of his arse. His polo shirt rode up and I could see the top of his pants and the crack of his arse. He suddenly turned round and I looked away but I knew he had seen me watching him. A couple of times after that I saw him looking at me and I decided I had better be a bit more careful. A little later I got up and went to the toilet. I had a bit of a semi from watching Robert's arse and as I took a piss at the urinal the door to the toilets opened and Robert came in. He had a cloth and a duster in his hand and he started wiping the mirror, but I could see him looking at me. I had finished pissing now and I was horny. I made no attempt to move and then I turned a little so that Robert could see my cock. Slowly he put down his cloth and joined me at the urinal. He looked at me and then pulled his cock out of his pants. He was already hard and I reached out and took hold of his cock. He grinned and I began to wank him and then he reached out and took hold of my cock. We wanked each other for a while and then I motioned towards the cubicle. He followed me in and I sat down on the toilet. He stood in front of me and I pulled his trackies and pants down. His cock sprang out and I took it in my mouth and began to suck him. He sighed and began to push his cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and then I motioned to him to turn round but he wouldn't so I kept sucking him and after a while his breathing got heavier and he began to shoot his load into my mouth. When he had finished coming I stood up. To my surprise he took hold of my cock and began to wank me. In no time at all I was shooting my cum all down the cubicle wall. When we had cleaned up he grinned. "Tomorrow?" he asked. I nodded - I was well up for a repeat. He leaned in close to me and said "You fuck?" I nodded again. I was up for that if he was. He grinned and said "Tomorrow". The following evening I was well horny at the thought that Robert wanted to fuck me. Robert carried on as usual and after a while he looked at me and made his way to the toilets. I followed him and soon we were in a cubicle and I was sucking his cock again. After a while he stopped me. "We fuck?" he asked. I nodded. I had come prepared with lube and I got it from my pocket. I wondered if he would mention condoms but he didn't and so neither did I. Robert took the little pack of lube from me and opened it. I was just about to bend over when, to my surprise, Robert pulled his trackies and pants down and began to finger some lube into his own arse. Then he said "We fuck?" and bent over the toilet. It was not what I had expected but I was well up for it as I looked at Robert, bent over the toilet, his pants down and his fit arse ready to be fucked. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my cock against his hole. My cock slid up him quite easily and he groaned. I gave him a moment to get used to my cock and then I began to fuck. He gave little grunts as I fucked him and I knew I wouldn't last that much longer. I began to fuck him harder and before long I was ready to come. I kept fucking him and soon I was shooting what felt like a massive load right up Robert's arse. When I finished coming I pulled out and Robert stood up. His cock was rock hard and I bent over and took it in to my mouth. In no time at all he was shooting his load in to my mouth and I swallowed every drop. It was a totally unexpected and very horny experience. I wasn't sure if it would be a one off but Robert dropped his pants and bent over the toilet for me on the next two nights he was there and I shot another two loads up him with no one any the wiser. I was becoming more adventurous and the next time I had sex at work it would be me taking a load up my arse.... Part 2 to follow

I found this gem at spermpig.tumblr.com. It sure got my dick leaking. How about yours? Happy World AIDS Day, Faggot! I had a “play date” a couple weekends ago on Sunday– as it so happens it was world AIDS day. And it was a very naughty play session indeed. The fuckbuddy that hit me up has a particular kink. He really gets off on dirty talk. Not just run of the mill dirty talk either– he gets off on poz talk. You know, talk about knocking up a bottom with his toxic jizz. That sort of thing. And let’s just say that I don’t mind this talk– mainly because he has a beercan fat 7 inch dick on him. I can “get into” a lot of things if it’s attached to a cock like that! He hit me up on a non-hookup oriented social media site and was looking to get his dick wet. I was horny as hell so I said, “Sure, cum on over!” He was very particular about what he wanted during our session. I was to be pre-lubed and waiting on all fours, blindfolded. And wearing a jock or something suitable to display my ass. He would walk in and have his way with me and leave. And he was gonna “talk” during our session. I got ready and put on a pair of assless shorts for him. I also had my blindfold at the ready (as well as the poppers and lube). He called from downstairs and I buzzed him up, donned the blindfold and assumed the position. I heard him enter and lock the door. “So, faggot. Your ass ready to take my deathbabies?” he asked. “I really want to feel that big raw cock in me, but please pull out before you cum? I don’t wanna get sick,” I tell him, just like he wants to hear. “Dude, you know the drill. I fuck and I don’t like to pull out. If you want this dick, you’re gonna take it til I’m done with your hole.” “Please pull out? You can shoot in my mouth instead… if you want,” I suggest. “I’ll think about it. Now suck my cock and get me ready!” So, I opened my mouth and let him feed me his dick. His thickness stretches my jaw and I know it’s going to do the same to my ass when the time comes. He had one hand on the back of my head while he’s thrusting into me. I can taste his precum already as he’s obviously been thinking about our impending fuck. “Turn around, faggot. I’m gonna use that ass now.” I do as I’m told, and I hear him lubing up his thick fuckstick. I fish around for the poppers on the bed and take a good hit. “Oh yeah, baby show me that hole! You ready for my poison penis? You want it?” All I can do is nod in my popper induced haze. He pops his thick mushroom head inside me, and pushes in to the hilt in one swift motion. There is a stab of pain as he bottoms out inside me. But also pleasure. He doesn’t wait to let me get used to his dick- he just immediately starts fucking me with it at a medium pace. I’m on all fours and he’s drilling into me from behind, hands roughly gripping my hips. “Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my toxic cock. You like taking poz dick, don’t you? You get off on having AIDS just one squirt away!” “No!” I tell him. “I just like feeling your fat cock in me without a condom. Please pull out before you cum! Don’t make me HIV+!” “What’s the point of pulling out, you stupid cunt? I’m already leaking my sickness inside you! Can’t you feel all my dirty precum slicking up your insides? Every thrust I’m massaging my tainted DNA deeper and deeper into your guts. And you’re taking it, you bug chanson’ bitch!” He reaches around to stroke my rock hard cock while continuing to thrust his dick inside me. “See? You get off on this, you sick fucker! Your cock is rock hard! And I bet you’ll blow your last neg load as soon as I start knocking you up!” He speeds up his thrusting and really started ramming my hole. He was doing a full pull out and ram back in and I had to do poppers like mad just to be able to take it. The whole time he keeps up his litany of poz talk– talking about his dirty DNA and getting me to “join the club”. He wants to be my gifter and be the one to convert me. His dirty talk just pours out of him like his precum. Eventually he is ready to do the deed. “Oh fuck, faggot! I’m getting close! It isn’t gonna be long now and your neg days will be over!” “Just pull out! Please pull out! Cum in my mouth– I’ll swallow! I promise!” I beg. “You fucking filthy cum pig bottom! I’m gonna give you EXACTLY what you want… and deserve!” He thrusts hard a few more times, then parks his cock deep while holding onto my hips with an iron grip. Then I feel it. His cock spasming deep inside me– spitting out jet after jet of his semen. His big mushroom head throbs and swells with each spurt. My own orgasm is seconds behind, and I’m shooting my load in thick streams all over my sheets; my asshole involuntarily milking every drop from his dick. After his orgasm subsides, he slow pumps me a few times, then RAMS his dick home to the bottom causing me to cry out in pain. While slowly pulling out of me, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered “Happy AIDS Day, faggot.”

I agree with many of you guys. Tops, you are fucking an asshole which primary function goes the other way. I don't like shit, but I have stopped spending hours in the bathroom so you have a clean dick after 10 minutes of fucking. 99% of the time it is fine, but there are accidents and they do happen. No bottom likes to shit all over the place. And to those who expect a clean hole just because they announced themselves 24 hours in advance, keep in mind that bottoms have a life too. Your ten minutes of fucking are not going to dominate 5 hours of my day. I am yet to meet a top who is that good.

Part V ( He stood before me in all his magnificence. He was wearing black boots polished so brightly that I could see my reflection in them. Skin tight leather chaps that hugged his muscular thighs. A black jock that looked ready to burst. Across his rippling chest was a harness as polished as his boots. His pecs were beautifully sculpted and his six pack was deep deep and cut. His arms bulged with muscle and on top of this all was his face. A firm jaw dusted with stubble and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. And surprisingly never noticed before. He was six foot of chiselled muscle. I gasped. He took my hard and placed it on his stomach then pulled it down to his crotch. He whispered: "You will have to try harder. I am not even semi erect." He dropped my hard to my side and stared into my eyes. His hand dropped to my hard cock in my speedos and stroked it. I moaned as my cock jumped at his touch. It felt electric. I felt sweat build on my skin and just as quickly evaporate leaving a chill. He smiled. "Mmmm good. Stage two seems to have kicked in." He turned and walked to the sofa and sat down. He retrieved a bottle wedged into the sofa and threw them to me. "Sniff" he ordered. I opened them and took a sniff of poppers. "Again." I obeyed. "Deeper." I took a deeper swag of poppers. "Again." I moaned as I raised the bottle to my nose again. Another deep draught and my head began to swim. I felt sweat cover my body again as I looked at him. He sat back and kneaded his crotch. "Come here." I walked over and stood before him and he stood up to meet me. Suddenly out of nowhere he landed a fist into my stomach. I yelled as I doubled over in pain and fell to my knees. "GET UP YOU FUCKING PUSSY BOI!" He wrenched me to my feet and kicked my legs apart. He grabbed me by the face and forced me to look at him. I heard his gargle and then he gobbed into my face. I felt the gob slide down my nose and into my mouth. The pain in my stomach was unbearable. He glared at me. "You fucking pussy. You think that hurts. It's only the beginning." His hand wrapped round my neck and pushed me to the floor. He put a foot on the back of my head and pushed my face to the floor. I moaned. "Fucking polish my boots you cunt." I grabbed his boot and opened my mouth. I started to lick his boot. "DO IT PROPERLY! Gob on it first!" I obeyed. I gobbed on his boot and then licked it off. The polish was so bitter and made me gag. But I didn't dare stop. My eyes were watering. I licked and gobbed on both boots. The taste was so bitter. I gagged and retched. Suddenly I felt something go round my neck. My hands reached up but before I could do anything I was pulled up from the floor by a cord. My hands reached to my neck and felt leather. I looked at him. He was holding a leather leash. "Good boi. Not bad. But not quick enough. You lose a point." His fist landed in my stomach again. But this time the leash kept me upright and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I was dizzy. The pain was excruciating. My eyes were watering. He pulled me behind him and dragged me to a chair. He pushed me into it and then snapped my head back as he fastened the leash to the chair. Before I could struggle he had fastened my hands to manacles at the side of the chair. I tried to struggle and he slapped my head. Hard. Dazed I could resist as he fastened my feet to the chair as well. He walked in front of me. He forced my mouth open and forced something into it. I was confused. Then the taste of bitter rubber hit me. A ball gag. He fastened it around my head. And stood back. "Good Cunt Boi. You need to learn a lesson. As I said I've been watching you perving over me at the gym. Disgusting runt. Not brave enough to talk to me cunt? Well we'll have to teach you a lesson won't we?" We? I struggled against my restraints. The chair didn't move. Out of the corner of my eye I could see it was fastened to the floor. Panic flooded my body. My heart was racing. I was sweating. My head was spinning. He chuckled. "Did you like the taste of the polish?" I squinted through the sweat pouring down my face. "My own blend. K. G. And a little something my chemist gave me." I moaned. I was sweating profusely. "Raises the body temperature. That's why it's important to drink a lot. But don't want to knock you out. No. Not yet. So a bit of caffeine too. A pick me up like the two pills you took this morning. A nice combination." His hand dropped to my nipple. I was now slick with sweat. He tweaked it hard making me scream through my ball gag. He leaned down and looked into my eyes. "Now. Now. Don't make a fucking scene. You've wanted this. You know it. Since you first saw me. SO DON'T FUCKING WHINE!" He slapped the back of my head and walked behind the sofas. He pulled up a bag and delved into it. I moan as he pulled out a rubber tube and a bottle of water. He walked back towards me and I began to struggle against the restraints trying the beg him to stop. I was sweating. Shaking. Panicking. He stood in front of me and I could not help but stare at his ripped bod. I wanted to escape but I also wanted him to dominate me. Use me. He leaned down and pushed the tube into the ball gag and I felt the end of it pushed against my tongue. I watched as he attached the other end to the bottle. "As I said. Your body temperature has been raised so you need to drink. If you resist you'll choke. And maybe drown. So relax you cunt and drink." He tipped the bottle up and water rushed into my mouth. Cold. Fresh. Water. I gulped it down greedily. I felt the cold spread through my body. Sweat seemed to evaporate from my body as the water washed into me. And then must as suddenly it was over. I begged for more. He slapped me hard across the face and showed me the bottle, It was empty. "Don't be greedy cunt Boi." He stood up and looked at me then sighed. "I'm bored." He spun around and started to walk away. I stared after him. Where was he going. He couldn't leave me like this. I screamed after him at the same time as my eyes devoured his arse and legs in the chaps. The muscles rippling down his back under the harness. I wanted him. He walked to the door on the left and opened it. He disappeared. Silence. I heard him unzip something. Then heard him return. I shook the sweat from my eyes and when I need them he was leading someone into the room. He was bollock naked apart from a ball gag. His cock was stiff. A metal cock ring tight against his balls. He shuffled past my master and dropped to his knees in front of me. Fucking hell. It was my mate. He looked up at me and smiles. He was totally blessed out. What the fuck was this? Again I struggled against my restraints. I screamed. The muscle guy just laughed as he stroked my mate's head. My mate looked up adoringly as the master leaned down and gobbed into his mouth before kissing him. Cunt! I was so angry. What the fuck was this! This wasn't how it was meant to happen! I kept struggling. Screaming. My master walked toward me and smacked me in the stomach. Harder than before. And again. He granted me by the chin. "What Cunt Boi? Angry? Really? Did you think you were enough? Fuck me you arrogant little piece of shit. How dare you presume you are special. You need to be taught a proper lesson." He delved into the bag and pulled out a syringe. I whimpered. "I bet you think you've seen it all. Think that you're a real whore. Slut. Well let me tell you that you're nothing. Done nothing. Achieved nothing. Your pathetic life means nothing." He pushed the syringe into the tube still attached to the ball gag. "Well nothing - yet." He pushed down on the syringe and flooded my mouth with sweet liquid. I gratefully swallowed it. He laughed. "Greedy for Tina aren't you?" My eyes opened wide. My rule was always 'Never Tina'. I'd seen guys on it and it had scared me. Their total loss of inhibitions. No. I started to struggle to no avail. Suddenly a searing warmth hit my body. I was beyond just sweating. It was pouring off me. There was a burning feeling in the base of my cock. The tip of my cock was itching like crazy. He leaned forward and blew air into my face. I moaned with pleasure. Fuck that felt good. His hand dropped to me hard cock and he tugged it. I felt presumably spurt out. I tried to push against his hand but couldn't move. I looked at him imploringly. He leaned forward and looked me in the eyes. "What do you want, baby?" he said with utter gentleness. I whimpered. I wanted him to remove the ball gag so I could tell him that I wanted him. He chuckled. "Poor boy. You lose a point." What!? I screamed and shook my restraints. How!? He sat down opposite me on the sofa. My mate crawled on his hands and knees and sat between his legs with his bag to me. He pulled him up and as I watched they kissed. My mate traced his tongue down my master's body. He lifted his right arm and I was forced to watch as he ate out his pit, moaning with pleasure as he did so. I wanted to close my eyes. But I couldn't. My master's hand came round and groped my mate's arse, spreading the cheeks to expose his hole. I looked at it. It had clearly been fucked. Used. I moaned. I was jealous. My master then pushed my mate between his legs and I watched as he clearly pulled his cock out of his jock. My mate moaned as he went down and started to suck and gag on it. I could see nothing. My master pulled a toke bag out from the side of the sofa and helped himself to something. Then he retrieved a bottle of poppers and took one, two, three, four deep hits. His hand rested on the back of my mate's head, holding it in place. He stared at me and winked. "Fuck John's good isn't he." He closed his eyes lost in pleasure. I screamed.

Part V (a) I slept extremely well and my alarm woke me at exactly 8am. I shower and carefully shaved my balls. I looked at my self in the mirror. I didn't look any different or - despite the pill - fell any different. I drank a cup of black coffee and took the second pill. I slipped on the cockring and the speedos. They fitted perfectly. I emptied my gym back and placed the rubber shorts in the bottom together with my gym kit - still damp from the night before - inside. I dropped the bottle of clear liquid on top and I sealed the bag. I put on the singlet then found a pair of combat trousers and a checked shirt. I slipped them on and looked at myself in the mirror. I wasn't sure if he would be happy but I wasn't wearing jeans. I pulled on a pair of black caterpillar boots. 8.55am. I opened a fresh bottle of water and pulled the final pill from the toke bag. I pushed it into my mouth and drank the water in one go. I left the flat and walked to Gym Buddy. The high street was busy but as I turned up the side street I was engulfed by total silence. No cars. No birds. Nothing. I stood outside the shop. 9.10am. What now? At that precise moment I realised how cold it was. Despite the sun there was a distinct chill in the air. I shivered. I stepped back and looked at the shop. What was I looking for? I looked at the ground and then I saw it. The trip of an envelope pushed under the door. I reached down and retreived it. "Sean. 6." I opened it. "Good Morning Cunt Boi. A point in your favour for obeying. You will lose a point if you have forgotten anything but we'll find out later won't we. "Turn left and you will see a new block of apartments on your right. Walk to the main door. It will be open. Walk into the lobby and look for the mailbox for Flat 2014." End of note. I turned left and saw the apartment block. It was very new. I had seen it advertised in the local paper. Part of trying to improve the area, they were very expensive apartments. But I didn't think that they were available for occupancy yet. I caught something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look right. Nothing. Weird. I could have sworn something rushed past me. Probably just a shadow in the sun. Fuck it was cold. I pulled my jacket together and walked to the apartments. I pushed the glass door and walked into the lobby. A wall of postboxes was on the left. On the right a lift. I walked to the boxes and found Mailbox 2014. I opened it and retrieved another letter. Nothing was written on the outside. I ripped it open. "Third floor. Flat 3014. When you get in the lift drink the fluid in the bottle. Turn left out of the lift and enter the apartment. Walk to the middle of the room and strip." I read the note again. Suddenly I was scared. I turned back to the main door and pulled it. It was locked. I looked around the door for the exit button. There wasn't one. I turned around. There were no other doors. Only the lift. I read the note again. It was very hot in the lobby. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I opened the bag and pulled out the bottle. Not poppers then. I opened it and sniffed the contents. No smell. I tipped the bottle and dabbed my finger in the liquid and tasted it. Nothing. I closed the lid and tried the door again. Locked. I looked at the lifts. Fuck it. I pushed the button. The doors slid open. I walked in. As the doors shut I drank the liquid. It was tasteless. The doors opened quicker than I thought. I turned left and saw Apartment 3014 straight ahead of me. I was sweating. Damn it was hot in this apartment block. I walked to the door, pushed it open and hesitated. I turned around and walked to the lift and pressed the button. Nothing. I pressed it again. Nothing. I took a deep breath and turned back to the door. I entered the apartment. It was one large room. Well furnished. There were leather sofas in the centre of the room. The floors were wooden. I said hello. Nothing. The door behind me shut. I looked back. Nothing. I walked back to the door and tried the handle. Locked. I tried it again. Nothing. I pressed my head against the door. At least it was cooler in here. I turned around and again thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head sharply to the right. Nothing. Suddenly I realised my cock was hard. Weird. I walked to the centre of the room and put my bag down. There was a door to the left and to the right. They were both closed. I thought about trying them but decided not to. I looked out of the floor to ceiling windows. There was a 360 degree balcony and amazing views. I shivered again. There was nothing for it. I stripped my clothes off and stood there in my speedos. "Good Cunt Boi." I sitffened and started to turn around. "DON'T TURN AROUND" he yelled. My mind reeled. Where had he come from? I hadn't seen another door. I heard his footsteps approach me. "Good Cunt Boi. You've done precisely what I said. Another point. Two points now. Almost impressive. I wonder if you can get to three points. We will see." He was standing behind me. I could feel his presence and his warmth. I shivered. I was cold. He chuckled. I felt a finger touch me between my shoulder blades and then start to trace a line down my spine. It tingled and I couldn't suppress a moan. "How trusting of you. I can tell you have followed all my instructions to the letter. The working out. And the pills. Are you feeling cold?" I nodded. "Good then they are working. It's a cocktail I have wanted to try for a while. They only really work on a boi who has stripped as much excess fat from his body as possible. They work directly on muscle you see." His finger had reached the top of my speedos. He pulled them down slightly and pushed his finger into the top of my arse cheeks. I sighed again. "Plus to enjoy their full effect you need to have improved stamina. And I think a week at the gym will have done that." He removed his finger and pulled my speedos back up. "Turn around." I turned around and moaned as I caught sight of him. My master. He leaned forward and ever so gently kissed me on the lips. "Take a good look Cunt Boi. Do you like?" I nodded and gazed at him from head to toe.

Part III c I arrived at the gym just before 8.00pm and headed to the changing rooms. The gym was just beginning to thin out as the office workers headed home. When I walked into the changing rooms I was hit with that incredible damp smell of changing rooms - sweat, steam, showers. It was enough to make me cum. I found a quiet set of lockers and started to get changed. As I looked around I felt that everyone was looking at me and smirking. My stomach had tightened as I momentarily considered not turning up. But then I remembered my journey to work and thought better of it. I didn't want a rougher encounter. Well not on the tube. I closed my locker and grabbed my hand towel and heading out into the gym. As I quickly scanned around I realised it was still pretty busy. But despite looking around I couldn't see him. At all. I didn't know what to do. Had he even turned up? I decided to carry on and do my standard routine. If he was here he would see me. And the fact that I wasn't wearing a singlet. My heart sank. Perhaps he had already seen me and left. I got onto the running machine and started it up. I normally ran for fifteen minutes but I couldn't get into my stride. Part of it was that it hurt when I breathed. Clearly the bruising was more than skin deep. I stopped after five minutes and stretched by the running machine. This was always the best part as there was a mirror where I could admire my legs and arse. My running had not only made me trim but according to every one I had sex with, gave me an incredible arse. My mind flicked back to the last orgy I had attended. Many years back. I had gone with a mate and ended up being fucked by too many men to mention over the host's sofa. Each had complimented me on my bubble butt and tight hole. My cock stiffened forcing me to change my train of thought. I took it was an opportunity to scan the gym again. Still no sign. I headed over to the floor mats. Lying on my back I started to do sit ups. Against the bruising made it difficult and I barely managed to do half the number I normally could do. I sat up. I was sweating. And still no sign. Perhaps I should call it a day. He clearly hadn't turned up. My temper flared. The fucker. Who did he think he was. First leading me on in the club. And then on the tube. And now. I stood up. Fuck it. I would finish my work out and if he hadn't turned up I would head home and perhaps search grindr. I had a few local buddies who might be around and might want to fuck my arse. I'd see. I moved over to the weight machines. Free weights had always scared me. First, all the muscle marys gathered around them territorially and secondly I didn't know quite what to do. The weights machines were always better. And emptier. First arms. I walked over the bicep curl and adjusted the weight. I stopped and lowered it one notch. I was clearly sore and didn't want to over do it. Especially if I wanted a cock up my arse later. By the end of three sets I was soaked in sweat. It wasn't only the bruising but probably the come down. I smiled. At least I would have a sweaty jock to chew on later. Next the 'pec deck'. Again I adjusted the weight and sat down. The three sets nearly killed me. I had been gripped really hard in the club. Crushed almost so it was inevitable that my chest would be sore. But I was angry and pushed myself. Still no sign and the pec deck was in front of a mirror which gave me a clear view of the whole gym. Not only was it empty bar me and three other - not so cute - guys but he wasn't here. I headed over to the shoulder press. I really didn't like this machine but that was okay as it was in a corner and I usually just pretended to use it. I adjusted the weight and settled into the seat. As usual I tied the strap across the lap like the instructor had told me. It was habit really. I never every thought I would pull enough weight to need it. I leant forward and put my head in my hands. What was I doing. I was chasing some muscle guy whose name I didn't even know around a club, a train and a gym. I had been fucked remorselessly by some complete stranger, spent a fortune on gym gear and fucked some twink bareback. And now I was beginning to feel the comedown. I sat up. Right, I decided. No more drugs. No more fucking around. And no more muscle guy. I'd finish my workout and forget him. And take the bus to work. I gripped the bars of the machine and tried pushed up. I couldn't. It was too heavy. I'd forgotten to adjust the weight. I started to turn around ... "Don't turn around fuck boi." I froze. I felt the strap around my waist tighten. "I've been watching you. Looking around the gym to see if you could spot me." I could feel his breath on my neck. I shivered. "Doing some pathetic kind of workout as you searched for me. Not even fucking straining a muscle you pussy boi. And what's this? No fucking singlet? I told you I wanted you in singlet." I mumbled I was sorry. "What cunt boi?" "Sorry Sir." "That's right. Sorry. Sorry for your pathetic performance in the club. Your reaction on the tube. Your fuck in the shop. And now your fucking shitty work out." I stiffened. Except in my jock. He chuckled. "Oh yeah I know all about your fuck session in the shop. That's a real whore's den. I was surprised that you fucked Tommy though. He likes men. At least he did this lunchtime when I pushed my raw cock up his arse and made him finger my cum out of his hole and eat it." I moaned. From shame. And from the image of my muscle guy fucking "Tommy". "So cunt boi. What are we going to do?" He pulled the strap tighter. I winced. "Should I take you home and fuck you? Should I just fuck you here? The gym is empty enough. I could fuck you in the shower cubicle and get it over with and move on. To someone better. Find a cunt boi who isn't such a whore. What do you think?" I whispered that I was sorry. That I had 'purchased a singlet like I was ordered to' but that it hadn't been clean to wear to the gym. I begged him to forgive me. All whispered. I heard him clear his throat. "Tell you what fuck boi. I'll do this. Because I think even a cunt like you needs a second chance. Are you listening?" I nodded. "Right. I want you to spend the rest of this week working out. I want you to punish your body. I want you to make it as perfect as you can. It will never be perfect enough for me but I want to notice a real change. And so you are going to have to work hard this week. Very hard." "Then on Saturday you will go to an address as directed. There will be instructions. You will follow them exactly. And don't think you can cheat. I will be here watching you. I will know if you have been working out. And if you haven't then you will have failed. Failed me. And failed yourself. Don't wank. At all. Now fuck off home." He pulled the strap even tighter making me emit a yelp. And then he was gone. Quickly I unstrapped myself and stood up. He was nowhere to be seen. What was I to do?

BAD SANTA: For most people, Christmas is a time to relax, hang out with family and friends, eat, and just chill. Not me. For me, its’ crazy as fuck, busy as hell, and the most stressful time of the year, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You see, Christmas time is when I use all my saved up vacation from work to volunteer for my favorite charity and deliver toys and gift bags to needy kids, families, hospital patients, and elderly people throughout the city. Thanksgiving is really when it all starts now. Because of the big shopping days, me and the other volunteers start prepping in early October and by Thanksgiving weekend we have Santa’s Workshops set up in every major mall in the area. At the workshops, parents can have their kids sit on Santa’s lap and do the usual thing, but it’s also a chance for us to share with them the work our charity does, how they can donate gifts or cash for those not as fortunate. Those donations are what let us do the gift bags and in the end it all comes back to Santa and his workshop. Well this year, Santa’s been an asshole. A couple assholes. Usually we don’t have a problem finding good Santas as a lot of folks appreciate the extra pay and cash for pretty easy work. But between some folks moving to a warmer climate, others being too old, and this year a couple Santas who decided being alchoholics would go unnoticed, it’s been hell. So here I am on a Saturday morning frantically interviewing potential Santas for that afternoon’s workshop at two of the malls. If I can’t find somebody, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people. I had just spent the past two hours in a basement interviewing the worst set of Santa-wannabees I had ever seen. Fuck! Maybe – just maybe – there were two that could manage. I had to decide quickly as I would have to call them within a couple of hours to get them to their Workshops on time. I was just packing up my papers when the door opened and in walked a man who made my knees buckle. Tall, dark, about 220 pounds, and a smile that could have been on an angel. He boldly walked over to me and shook my hand, “Hey, DeShawn. Is this where the Santa interviews are happening?” I could only stare. His eyes were a mocha brown with bright flecks of gold and when he shook my hand it felt like little electrical arcs danced up and down my arm making the hairs stand on end. “Oh..Umm..yeah… I’m sorry. You just missed it. The interviews are over.” The guy kicked at one of the folding chairs, “FUCK! Fucking Metro. Look man, sorry…sorry…it’s just you know? Metro? They always fucked up. The train got stuck at L’Enfant Plaza, I had to call my cuz to come pick me up. I really need this man…look to be totally real with you…I just got out recently… of the pen…and not for not super bad shit or whatever…just stupid shit…and…anyways…I…I just need a chance.” Damn. It was the holidays and I did believe in giving folks a chance if I could. “OK,” I said, “But no promises. Here. Fill out this form. I have one opening downtown at City Center and the shifts are 3:00-9:00, Thursday through Sunday and there’s usually other shifts or events on the other days that can get picked up if you want.” DeShawn beamed, and clenched his fist in joy, “Fuck yeah! Thanks my man. Thanks. We doing this in here? Let me just go tell my cuz Andre. Can he sit in here? Chill out while we do whatever?” I nodded, DeShawn hustled outside and a minute later walked back in with another guy who clearly was family as they so closely resembled each other. Andre pushed one of the folding chairs a little to the side, pulled up his jeans then sat down, then reached inside his sweatshirt and pulled out what looked like a joint, put it to his lips, and lit it up. I turned to DeShawn, “Hey, he can’t be smoking weed in here man.” Andre exhaled a thick cloud that smelled heavenly – and I thought hell, this must be what frankincense and myrrh smells like. DeShawn patted me on the shoulder, “No, no, no, he’s not. It’s a little K2, you know spice. It ain’t weed. It’s all good – yo Andre, spark me up.” Andre pulled another smoke out of his pocket, stuck it in his mouth beside the first one, hit it with the lighter, and held out his hand with the now lit spice roll for DeShawn. I watched as DeShawn inhaled deep, closed his eyes, his shoulders relaxed, a small grin spread across his face, he opened his eyes and weaved his head from side to side, “Fuck yeah. Much better. Want to hit it?” Andre’s expression was blank as I glanced at him, then looked back at DeShawn and his offered smoke. “I’ve never done that before. I better not,” I said. DeShawn hit it again and I closed my eyes, enjoying the smell and the slight tingle I felt. He was looking at me when I opened my eyes, his dimples marking the smirk on his face as he held the smoke, then exhaled and said, “Come on. It’s good shit. It’s the fucking holidays man, here, just hold it firm between your lips, inhale deep and hold it. Just once to start, then we’ll see how you do.” I shrugged, took the smoke, and felt really self-conscious having him watch me. So, I closed my eyes, held it to my lips, the heat of the smoke just at the edges of my fingertips and I inhaled deep. FUCKING WOW THAT SMOKE BURNED! But as I let it out, it was like all my fucking tension went POOF and then this nice, warm, even elation flowed over me. Fuck that was good. I wanted more! DeShawn laughed, “Ease up man. It’s your first time. Cuz and I, well we smoke all day so this ain’t nothing. Fuck. This just a taste of a taste for me. If I was really partying...well fuck now you don’t need to hear all that. I still got to interview right?” Oh damn, the interview. Santa’s Workshop. “Yes, yes, yes,” I stammered far quicker than normal. “So tell me why you want to do this?” I did my best to pay attention as DeShawn answered that and several other questions as he completed the application form. Honestly, I didn’t hear squat. The smoke had created this itch, this want, this need in the pit of my stomach – the need to get fucked – and with two hot black men sitting within feet of me it was impossible to focus. I dutifully made some random notes on my clipboard then said, “Yeah – ah – well – I – how about you try on the Santa suit? We might not even have one that fits you.” DeShawn was like a wide-eyed kid as he stepped towards the far wall and the rack of Santa suits. He kicked off his high-top, red sneakers, pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the floor, then slid his jeans and underwear right down and stepped out of them and kicked them to side and began flipping through the suits that were hanging up without a care in the world – stark fucking naked! DeShawn paused, pursed his lips a bit as he blew his smoke towards me then said, “Here, have another hit. Do it a couple times this time. I think you’ll be good.” My hand shook as I took the smoke and then glanced at Andre. He was leaning to the side with his left arm resting on his left thigh, his smoke held tight between the thumb and forefinger. When I looked at him his brows furrowed a bit, his eyes focused on me, his left upper lip raised slightly as if to say, “I see you – you fucking cock hound.” I turned my back to Andre and looked at DeShawn who had pulled a suit off the rack. I openly stared at his taught body, his ripped abs, the V of muscle that formed and led the eye to his greatest gift of all – that BIG BLACK COCK – his BBC. Why is it BBC when everyone calls it a dick I wondered? Then I wondered why I thought that. Then I wondered who called it a dick first? Then I almost dropped the smoke as the heat got too close to my fingertips. DeShawn was laughing as he looked at me. He had on Santa’s coat and hat but was naked from the waist down. His dick was long, thick, with very little hair at it’s base and a ridge of foreskin cradling the head. God damn he was sort of hard! “What do you think?” DeShawn asked as he held the coat open and gave me a knowing smile. I was without words as he stepped up to me, took the smoke, hit it once, twice, a third time, then as he exhaled he walked over to Andre and dropped the remainder of it on the floor, which Andre stamped out with his boot. My mouth was dry, I couldn’t focus, well I could but all I could see was a BBC. “Did you know Jesus was black?” DeShawn asked me. What the fuck? I looked at him, confused, and bewildered. He repeated his earlier question, “What do you think?” Did he just shift his hips to make his dick flop around? Is that precum drooling out his piss slit? “I…yeah…yeah you got the job. I just uh…need to call the other Santa and let him know where to go.” I half stumbled to other side of the room as DeShawn and Andre huddled up. Somehow I managed to call one of the other interviewees, told him where to go, and when I hung up and turned back around DeShawn was standing by Andre with another smoke in his hand held out towards me. “Come on. Join us. I want to fucking celebrate. I got time right? Shift does not start for what…4 or 5 hours? We good then. So yo, anyone else coming through this joint? Like co-workers, other Santas or shit?” DeShawn asked. I shook my head no and watched as he sauntered over to the basement door, slid the lock in place, sauntered back, smiled, and said, “Now we can party. You driving? Have to work tomorrow too?” I patted the set of keys in my pocket and shook my head no. He just nodded back, held the smoke to his lips he had held out for me and relit it, then handed it to me and hit the one in his other hand. I joined Andre and DeShawn in sucking on that spice and fuck it felt good. Andre was still sitting in his chair, all chill and relaxed. DeShawn was sort of bouncing off the walls and me, well I was in a bit of a daze just standing there. I realized DeShawn was talking to me and when I looked he was moving his hips back and forth, his long dick smacking first one thigh then the other. I licked my lips. “Yeah fucker you like that shit huh?” DeShawn asked. “You know I can’t focus on doing the job up right when I’m all backed up you hear me? What you think I should do about that?” I looked from DeShawn to Andre and back. No way was this happening. DeShawn stepped right up to me, his breath hot and fierce on my neck as he leaned forward a little and whispered, “SANTA’S GOT TO BUST HIS NUTT. CAN YOU HELP ME OUT? GO ON TOUCH IT. SEE WHAT SANTA HAS BROUGHT TO TOWN.” DeShawn inhaled sharply as I reached out and slid my right hand up and down his hard dick. “That’s it little boy,” DeShawn whispered into my ear, “STROKE THAT MOTHA FUCKA, FEEL THAT DICK SLIME OUT, FUCK I GOT SOME EGGNOG FOR YOU. WHAT YOU SAY? YOU WANT MY EGGNOG? YOU WANT SANTA TO CLIMB DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY? FUCKING LITTLE ELF.” I could only moan as DeShawn now started to nibble on my neck then kiss it before sliding his tongue up and into my ear. I was moaning, my eyes closed, when Andre – who had not said a word the entire time – said, “Finish that blunt then suck my motha fucking dick.” I opened my eyes and saw Andre was standing up now, his fly was open and dick that was a twin of DeShawn’s was hanging free, just waiting for my mouth and to top it off he had found one of the red and green elf hats we use at the Workshop and had plopped it on his head slightly crooked. I inhaled quick and sharp on the smoke I had, dropped it on the floor, put it out with my shoe and watched as DeShawn circled me like a lion on the savannah sizing up the morning’s prey. A BIG BLACK HAND REACHED OUT, DESHAWN GOT RIGHT IN MY FACE AND SAID, “BEND OVA AND SUCK HIS CANDY CANE. I KNOW YOU WANT TO. I KNOW YOU’RE A DICK SUCKA, SO OPEN THAT GOD-DAMN-WHITE-MOUTH AND MILK THAT SHIT.” The sudden, hard edge in his voice was a total turn on and I could only comply with his demands. I bent forward and like a calf to the teat started sucking on Andre’s monster, elf dick. DeShawn knelt behind me and I started to knead my ass with his large hands. I moaned in pleasure, my mind flying, my body alight, my mouth so full. I then realized he was licking my ass, his tongue was pushing onto my hole and I moaned, wanted more, needing to feel it deeper. “WHO SAYS FRUIT CAKE AIN’T TASTY? RIGHT CUZ?” DESHAWN ASKED AND ANDRE LAUGHED IN REPLY. “YOU READY TO GET THAT STOCKING STUFFED? FEEL THAT CHRISTMAS YULE LOG RIDE ON UP IN YOU? FUCKING-A MY BALLS ARE READY TO BLOW THIS NUTT, THAT’S RIGHT, BEND THE FUCK OVA AND SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT SANTA TO FUCK THAT HOLE.” No, no, no this was not right. I couldn’t. I had obligations. Duties. I had to focus. Oh hell – no matter what I tried my mind was gone, the spice was in charge – no, Santa was in charge and right that second he was pushing his dick into my ass. “Wait wait please,” I said suddenly feeling 100% sober, “You need to put a condom on. OK?” DeShawn slapped my ass hard, “Yeah OK,” he said as he turned me, I heard him sit down hard in one of the folding chairs, his hands gripped my waist hard and as he pulled me back towards him, Andre pushed forward, his dick aiming for my mouth. The fuzzy white trim on the arm of the Santa suit tickled my sides as DeShawn wrapped his left arm around my stomach and pulled me backwards. He then jammed a finger into my spit slicked hole and immediately found my prostate, which sent quivers of joy through my body. “Yeah that fucking honey pot’s ripe, ease on down, there you go…trust…this will feel even better,” DeShawn said. My knees bent slightly and I could feel the bulbous head of his dick pushing against my ass. “Please…no…” I begged again, “The condom….” I could feel the deep rumble of laughter from his chest as DeShawn dismissed my please, “I got you. Hey cuz, let him hit your blunt right quick. OK now, toke on that shit hard and deep into your lungs like 3 or 4 times and each time hold it as long as you can.” I took the smoke from Andre, hit it like DeShawn said, on the 4th time as soon as I sucked it in, Andre took the blunt back, smiled, and took his own hit. The hot rush was coming on like a semi on an ice-slicked road and there was no stopping it and he could tell. My body relaxed, I exhaled two lungs full of smoke and then RAM! I bent my head back, my throat strained to yell, no sound came out just a whimper as DeShawn had used my relaxed state to force his dick inside my ass. DeShawn’s voice was distant through the pain and the spice high, “TAKE THAT FUCKING CANDY CANE. YOU BEEN A BAD BOY? I THINK YOU HAVE, TIME FOR SOME COAL UP THAT STOCKING. DAMN CUZ, JUST WAIT TILL YOU GET UP IN THIS ASS. SHIT’S TIGHT, BUT NOT FOR LONG – RIGHT?” My ass started to bounce up and down on his rough, black dick as DeShawn took me for a ride. When I opened my eyes Andre was standing right in front of me jacking his steel, hard dick and I knew right then he was going to fuck me too. As if on queue, DeShawn stood up with me still impaled on raw dick, reached out and slapped Andre’s outstretched hand, and tagged out. DeShawn yelled, roughly yanked his dick out of my ass, stepped to the side and Andre grabbed me, dug his hands into my hips, turned me to face the chair, bent me forward and slammed his dry dick in. I cried out, they both laughed, Andre pulled back and slammed me again, this time going to the hilt as my ass opened up and let him in. Two big hands were now holding the back of the chair steady and DeShawn bent forward and smiled at my wild eyed, ragged breath self, “TELL SANTA WHAT YOU WANT.” I gasped, shook my head, “FUCK ME, OH PLEASE GOD DAMN FUCK ME.” DeShawn stood up, laughed, “I CAN’T HEAR YOU,” HE SAID. “SANTA THINKS YOU SAID YOU WANTED SOME RAW DICK. IS THAT RIGHT? SANTA THINKS YOU WERE BEGGING FOR THAT SPICED UP EGGNOG DEEP IN THAT HOLE. IS THAT RIGHT? I SAID IS THAT RIGHT, CAUSE IF NOT, WELL….” and with that final word Andre pulled his dick out leaving my ass twitching and in dire need. “THAT’S RIGHT, THAT’S RIGHT, PLEASE STICK IT BACK IN. DON’T…DON’T…”I begged. DeShawn bent forward, “Don’t what?” My eyes focused, I pushed my ass back, “DON’T STOP FUCKING ME UNTIL YOU CUM. I WANT IT ALL. I WANT ALL YOUR CUM, PLEASE, PLEASE CUM IN ME.” DeShawn laughed, patted my head, and I looked back at him and said, “YOUR’E A FUCKING BAD, BAD, SANTA.” The cousins busted out at that and as Andre slammed his dick back into my bruised hole, DeShawn started stroking his drooling meat at eye level and said, “You got not fucking idea.” A couple hours later we laid entangled in a pile of Santa suits, elf costumes, backdrops, and anything else that had been in fuck-stumbling distance that was soft. Holy hell it was going to cost me a fortune to get all that shit dry-cleaned. Andre had me on my side, my left leg raised, as he frothed up the last load he had deposited into my now gaping ass. DeShawn was lying on his back, his dick spent, his balls drained, and Santa was a happy man. I figured he was checking his messages as he was swiping back and forth on his cell phone, chuckling now and then. He then held it out for me to see and there was a picture – nice close up shot – of me with a dick in my mouth. Fuck! DeShawn started swiping again and said, “Happy Holidays. Aiight, time to get it on. Cuz, I’m going to snag your ride, head home quick and shower up for my job.” DeShawn stood up, stretched, and walked over to what appeared to be the only untainted Santa suit. He nodded, “No worries. I got this. Cuz’ll keep you busy I think.” Andre slid out of my ass and I gently reached out and felt my nutt-filled hole. The constant pounding I had taken from both men had all been raw and they had bred me repeatedly, while keeping me spiced up. The cousins were huddled up now, Andre said something that made DeShawn loudly go, “OOOO,” then put his clenched fist in front of his mouth, double over in laughter and joy, and nod his head vigorously in agreement. I stood up, found my clothes on the edge of the pile and started to put them one when DeShawn hollered, “YO GET THAT SLUT ASS OVER HERE.” I walked over and stood by the cousins. Andre had pulled a cigarette out of a pack of Newport 100s and was smoking away and DeShawn looked all set to go and assured me he was good, then said, “YOU EVER SMOKED A DIPPER BEFORE? NO? YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS? NO? WELL LET’S JUST CALL IT A CIGARETTE WITH SOME SPECIAL SPICE ON IT. THAT’S ALL. GIVE ANDRE YOUR KEYS. HE’S GOING TO TAKE YOU ON A SHORT RIDE TO OUR TRAP HOUSE AND GET YOU WETTED OUT. NO WORRIES, HE’LL WATCH OUT FOR YOU AND WHEN I GET OFF MY SHIFT I’LL SWING THROUGH AND SHOW YOU HOW FUCKING BAD SANTA CAN REALLY BE.”

There's a gay couple here in Las Vegas that have been fucking me for several years. They are on one of the gay hookup websites. I've probably been fucked by these 2 guys about a dozen or more times in the past 3 years. They've been a couple for 12 years. Tom is 45 years old. He's tall and thin. He's not a particularly good looking guy. Kind of homely, in fact. But his cock is incredible. When hard he has about 7"s cut. It's a pretty good thickness. And stays hard as a rock. His partner Ryan is 30 years old. Ryan is short and muscular. Has a cute, innocent looking baby face. His cock in huge. He has about 8.5" uncut. And extra thick. And also rock hard. Thankfully, Ryan always fucks me second. So that Tom can loosen me up in preparation for his younger partner's monster cock. They won't give me their email address or cell numbers. Because they like to take complete control over who and when they play with others. So, I just have to wait till they send me a message on the web site. I haven't seen them online or heard from them for well over 6 months. And I had assumed that they either were no longer playing with others. Or had possibly moved away from Las Vegas. But late last night I was on the web site. As soon as I logged on, I got an instant message from them that they wanted to play. I messaged them back that I would douche, shower and head right over. The scenario is always the same with them. Tom always opens the door, wearing a bathrobe, and lets me in. Ryan, also wearing a bathrobe, will always be sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, watching porn. Tom will take me into the bedroom. Closing the door of the bedroom, behind him. We'll strip, he'll sit on the edge of the bed. And I'll get on my knees, between his legs and suck him till he's hard. Which normally doesn't take very long. Then he'll roll back on his back, lift his legs, wanting me to worship his balls and eat his ass for awhile. Then Tom commands me to get on the bed, on my hands and knees. While I'm positioning myself on the bed, he lubes up his cock and my ass. Fingering my ass, to get the lube deep up inside my hole. I'm sniffing poppers to get myself ready to take his cock. Tom likes the spray poppers. He'll spray the poppers onto a washcloth and put it to his face. He'll sniff it deep into his lungs. Then he'll press the washcloth to my face as I deeply inhale it as well. Then he'll slide up inside me in one quick thrust. And he'll begin to pound hard and deep into me right away. He fucked me in this position for about 10 minutes. Then put me on my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders and fucked me like this for another 5 minutes. He pinched and pulled my nipples as he fucked me. Tom's very vocal as he fucks me. Calling me a bitch and a whore as he's pounding my ass. As Tom is asking me "Do you want my load, faggot?" I of course am pleading, "Yes. Please! Cum in me..!!" Tom then let out a load groan and thrust deeply into me as he filled my ass with his load. Then he climbs off the bed, commands me to clean off his cock. I'll get off the bed, drop to my knees and clean his cock with my mouth. Once Tom has put his bathrobe on and left the room, he'll again close the door. Since I've been doing this with Tom and Ryan for so long, I know exactly what Ryan wants to happen. I climb back onto the bed. Kneeling on the edge of the bed. I'll wait in that position for Ryan to come in. After a few minutes, Ryan will come into the bedroom. Again, closing the door behind him. He'll drop his bathrobe and kneel behind me. He'll eat his partner Tom's cum from my freshly fucked asshole. By the time he stands, his cock is rock hard. It's a beauty. As I said, it's well over 8"s and extra thick. He'll lube his cock and my ass and slide up into me. I'm sniffing poppers all this time. Ryan is always completely silent as he fucks me. But he shows me no mercy as he rams his giant cock in and out of me. He'll fuck me in this position for several minutes, then he'll push me down onto the bed. Tell me to crawl into the middle of the bed. Then he climbs on top of me. Puts his cock back into my ass. He'll kiss my neck as he fucks me as I'm lying face down, flat on the bed. He's still silent, but after about 10 more minutes of fucking, he'll finally make his first noise, as he softly groans, while he unloads his hot load into me. He quickly climbed off me. Put his bathrobe back on and left the room. Still without saying a word. Normally, that's the end of it. So, I climbed off the bed and walked to my pile of clothes to dress. But the bedroom door opened again. Tom entered again, closing the door behind him. "I took a Viagra today. I'm going to fuck you again", he states. I certainly have no problem with that. He walks toward me, opens his robe and I drop to my knees and take his still hard cock back into my mouth. He only lets me suck him for a few minutes, before he commands me to climb back onto the bed. Again on my hands and knees. Since I'm still lubed and filled with cum, Tom climbs up behind me on the bed and slams back into me again in one quick thrust. He's fucking me brutally this time. Still very vocal, calling me a cum slut, fucking whore, worthless pig. Another 10 minutes of hard pounding is what it takes before he once again fills my ass with his second load. Tom then climbs off the bed, closes his robe and again leaves the room. Closing the bedroom door behind him. I dress and leave the bedroom. I find Tom and Ryan on the sofa. Kissing each other as I walk behind them to the door of their apartment. I say "Thanks, guys. Fun as always" as I open the door. They continue to kiss as I leave and close the door behind me. I always have a great time being used by this couple. Hope it's not another 6 months before they message me again.

Bringing Work Home Part I. My boy and I used to like to go to the booths and swap loads with guys whenever we got the chance, and we’d been getting fewer and chances lately. I’d been recently given a promotion that came with a lot more responsibility, and an assistant. I of course hired a cute guy a few years younger than me, not only because he was more than qualified for the job, but also because I recognized him from the halls at the bathhouse. I knew he had a huge cock, and I knew he had a tight hole. My boy and I had both fucked him raw, given and taken his load. He was surprised when he showed up for the interview and I told him that our paths had crossed. He blushed and told me that he didn’t recognize me with my clothes on. There was a little sexual tension at the office, and I knew he fucked around, so I invited him over to have dinner with me and my boy after work the next Friday. He asked if he could bring a date, and I told him sure. They arrived right on time, and made for a cute couple. My assistant’s date was a skinny twink with floppy bangs and a tight little ass. My boy raised his eyebrows and licked his lips when he met them at the door. My boy impressed with a very fancy several course dinner and several bottles of nice wine. After relaxing a bit, my assistant’s date announced that he was up for some action, and we could all fuck at our place or follow him to the bathhouse. I’d never seen the assistant’s date in action and was looking forward to it. He suggested we warm up at our place and maybe swap loads so we’d be ready for fun when we got to the sex club. My assistant started making out with my boy, and his twink date tore my clothes off. He flipped me over and started eating my ass. My assistant slowly undressed my boy and peeled his clothes off with relish. He laid my boy down and swallowed his cock to the root. As my ass loosened up, the twink started working me open with his fingers. I’m sure he must have had three in me before his cock pierced my hole. He was still mostly dressed, with his pants bunched just below his balls. He unbuttoned his shirt as he started fucking me in earnest. My boy leaned over and kissed me, gasping as my assistant started plowing his ass. On his back, my boy had a better view of the twink than I did, with my face in the sofa cushions. He muttered, ‘Glad your company offers good insurance…’ I craned my neck around to see that the twink had a biohazard tattoo on his left pec. My assistant pulled his glistening cock out of my boy and tapped his date’s shoulder. The twink pulled out, slid over, and jammed his raw cock into my boy’s hole. My boy started grunting, knowing he was taking a POZ cock that had just been up my ass. My assistant didn’t last long and started creaming my hole. I loved feeling his weight on me as he leaned forward and nibbled on my ear. I heard the twink getting closer as he started chanting, ‘You fucking love that cock, don’t you,’ to which my boy cried out, ‘Fuck yeah! Breed me!’ And he did. With my face in the pillows, I could only hear my boy whimper as his guts were filled with toxic seed. My assistant pulled out and hoisted me up to my feet. He kissed me for the first time since I’d hired him, and laid down on his back, his eyes pleaded me to fuck him. Before I stuck my cock in his ass, I leaned down and sucked his cummy cock clean. I searched his chest for any markings of his status but didn’t see anything, not that it mattered. My boy and I had both taken his seed before and had never asked his status then. Why start now? My boy leaned forward forcing the twink to pull out of his ass, and swallowed his dick to the root as soon as it popped free. When he was satisfied that he’d sucked off our mixed ass juices and the twink’s POZ seed, he shoved him down next to his date on the sofa and jabbed his cock into his guts. ‘Fuck me, man, fuck me dry!’ the twink said, gasping for air. I realized that my boy’s precum was the only lube greasing his passage. My boy’s eyes rolled back in his head from the friction, and he had to slow down. He looked over at me, and curled his arm around my shoulders. ‘Fuck, this slut is tight,’ he gulped into my mouth. ‘You gotta try his hole!’ I nodded and pulled out of my assistant, swapping places with my boy. I noticed that his cock was pink, with the twink’s blood all over his cock. My assistant noticed too, knowing there was something extra about to go into his hole along with my boy’s load. He just grunted approval. I sunk my cock into the twink and found it too dry. I pulled my cock out and smeared it with some of the seed dripping out of my ass before plunging it back into the greedy hole in front of me. My boy held my assistant’s hips and jack-hammered away. I watched as he drove forward and held his cock deep inside my assistant, his ass cheeks flexing as he fired off his load. That pushed me over the edge, and I released deep into the twink’s toxic guts. When I pulled out, my cock was covered with pink ass juice. My boy dropped to his knees and slobbered it all up. When he stood up, he started working the mixture into his gums with his fingers, smiling wide the whole time. I was kind of surprised my boy’s zeal for toxic cum and blood. Sure, I had a toxic load simmering inside me, and I was sure it wasn’t the first one, but we’d never purposefully taken POZ loads together, and in the past had only done oral with the few guys who we new had confirmed POZ status, not that that was actually ‘safe’ either. I got clean towels and tossed one to our company to clean up a bit, and tossed the other to my boy. With a fresh load in each of our asses, we got dressed and piled into my assistant’s car, headed out for a night of debauchery. To be continued….

**Please note - While the term boy is used in the story it refers to males of legal age. Any thoughts to the contrary are yours and yours alone. Thanks and enjoy. The Gift of Seed Every summer since the early 2000s the group traveled from the U.S. to Germany to visit and meet with their German friends. There the college boys became more intimate with their German friends and began to delve deeper into the secrets of the Brotherhood they had joined. In America they had been carefully chosen to join the group. Rob and his younger college-age childhood friends brought in younger college boys, who were coming to terms with their homosexuality. They introduced them to their Brotherhood, showing them how to become comfortable with themselves and that not all gay men were fems. You could be up standing, bright, intelligent and a jock. Sex in all its forms was beautiful and should be experienced freely within the group. Sex was a form of sharing with your brothers creating a joining with one another. Rob had learned this from a boarding school schoolmate’s German grandfather he visited during a school break. The old man taught him much as he and his grandson expanded Rob’s knowledge of sex and pleasure, as well as introduced him to the Brotherhood. When he finally graduated from college and entered graduate school, Rob began recruiting his friends, who he suspected would agree with his beliefs, into an American chapter of the larger Brotherhood he was a member. The Primzahl Chapter arranged for the nephew of one its members who now lived in America to meet and come under Rob’s influence. The German Brothers wanted to see just how dedicated Rob would be in converting the young boy, Sean. They wanted Rob to bond with Sean as he coached and taught the young German boy. As it turned out Rob was more than willing to befriend the boy and become a mentor. Sean, the boy was a quick study, learning from his lacrosse coach not only how to play well, but the importance of bonding with his teammates. When Sean reached eighteen Rob showed him just how far brotherhood could go. On a trip home to Germany Sean introduced his three favorite cousins to the sexual lessons he had learned from Rob. When the cousins visited they in turn embraced Rob and his friends in the Worship of the Seed. As time went by more young college freshmen became members of Rob’s group. They bonded together sharing themselves with one another, the three German boys joined them at least twice a year in America. The Americans in turn would visit Germany each summer. The High Priest and Master of the Primzahl Chapter began introducing his members to the Americans and soon the American college boys willing joined their German Brothers in the Gift of Seed. These ceremonies occurred over several days quickly becoming the highlight of their trips to Europe. Each year newly recruited American teens willingly surrendered their young bodies to be sacrificed in the ceremony. Their young innocent muscular and toned bodies and minds became willing vessels for the gifts bestowed on them by the Germans and their American counterparts. They were forever bound to the secret Brotherhood. Tom felt excited being chosen for the principle sacrifice for that night in the High Rite by his Chapter’s Brothers. He would be on display for all to see when Ryan took center place as the Arch-Priest celebrant. Tom had studied carefully learning the secrets, which would prepare him to become a full member of the Brotherhood. He almost wished he could have been chosen for the last day’s ceremony, but that was reserved for the youngest of their group, Jer, who had just turned eighteen that morning and the High-Priest of the German Brotherhood. Ryan was excited, soon he would be buried deep inside Tom’s well-prepared hole once again. Granted he had enjoyed fucking the young teen since he first met him, but this time he would be doing it in front of members of other chapters. Even though the ceremony would be broadcast world-wide on the dark web, he knew from watching past sacrifices and his own, most of the Brothers watching would be taking pictures and filming the rite with their phones. Ryan was turned on by the knowledge many watching would be wishing it was them and not him fucking Tom. His cock throbbed at the thought of thousands of people across the world would watch him as he became the vessel which would fill Tom with the potent Gift of Seed forever changing the young boy and permanently making them brothers in ways few outside the Brotherhood would understand. Tom would share in the gift of Brotherhood like every other member in their chapter since Rob first shared the special gift with the first group of initiates to the Brotherhood. Each teen had to be a willing sacrifice to accept the potent Gift of Seed from an Arch-Priest. This was Ryan’s first time as an Arch-Priest and he was looking forward to being the living embodiment of the Gift. He had prepared himself carefully for several weeks now, so he would be as potent vessel as possible. Tom felt as ready as he could be to prove he was ready for entrance into the deeper secrets of the ancient society. His older brother Brad and his friend Blaine, who had both undergone this special rite the two previous days had come to help prepare his body for the ancient High Rite. They bathed and washed his young eighteen-year old body in the sacred herbs, making sure he was clean both inside and out. Afterwards they shaved all his body hair off leaving only the hair on his head. They bathed him one more time and offered him the special herbal drink to cleanse his mind and make him ready for the ceremony. Their finally act of preparation was to inject the specially prepared lubed inside his boy hole, so he would be ready to accept Ry’s thick, long uncut man spear easily. Tom took a deep breath as he heard the sacred drums begin throbbing announcing to all it was time for the High Rite. Brad and Blaine smiled as they led him outside to the sacred circle, his hardon led the way. The crowd all clapped as they saw how excited his body seemed to be for this most awesome of their sacred rites. Tom smiled shyly at Ryan when he saw his twenty-year old friend standing there naked with his thick uncut nine-inch cock standing at attention waiting for him. Ryan’s body was covered in various symbols marking him as the Living Vessel of the Seed. Brad and Blaine guided their friend and brother to the large sacred circle. Tom understood once he stepped into the circle he was forbidden to leave it without the precious Gift of Seed from the Celebrant. The beat of the drums soon matched his heart beat as Tom laid down on ground inside the sacred circle. Ryan smiled down at the innocent boy, who was about to change forever. It turned him on something awful knowing what was to happen to Tom, and that people across the world would be watching him forever change the young teen. He still couldn’t believe Tom and Brad’s own father willing gave his sons up to the sacred rite, knowing how they would change. “Ready T-man,” he asked with a smile eager to begin. “Yeah I’m ready, fuck me Ry, give me your seed,” Tom panted, excitedly as he smiled up at his friend. He raised his legs up in the air arching his back offering his hole up to Ryan. “Once I’m done, you’ll be everyone here’s brother for all time. Are you ready for our special Gift?” Ryan asked lustfully barely managing to contain himself for just outright rape the handsome boy positioned beneath him. “Yeah I want to be all of you guys’ brother,” he moaned in desperation, as Ryan pulled his legs up a bit further and bent them back over Tom’s shoulders. Suddenly Ryan thrust down into Tom’s tight ass, causing the boy to moan out in pleasure at once again taking his friend’s monster cock. Tom loved how Ryan made him feel when he fucked him and he knew this would be a fuck to remember. The audience applauded as the ancient High Rite began. The sacrifice had begun and soon the innocent teen would be filled with the Gift of Seed, truly becoming a member of the Brotherhood. Was auch immer es braucht! Keine Reue!

Cum is a keeper. I keep it in me as long as I can...don't want to lose a drop.

It is the natural function of that body part, so shit is going to happen occasionally. As a versatile guy I've had it happen on both sides, even when the bottom made an effort to clean out (I don't know if I've ever been with a bottom that started cleaning and fasted 2 days before getting fucked, making the effort to douche a couple of hours in advance and maybe a follow up is usually sufficient unless you ate something that causes you gastric distress). Unless it is too bad just keep fucking, I've been in situations where the bottom lets the top know they may not be clean in advance and they fuck anyway (in fact this was true the last time I bottomed, it was at an adult theater and a really hot huge black guy wanted to fuck me I let him know I probably wasn't clean, despite the Picasso Effect he fucked my 3 times that night using paper towels to clean up each time).

I think we should have pictures to determine who is the winner.

An excellent start. Anxious to find out how the 2 dogs prominently featured in part one help with the bully.

Don't know that it made my sex drive increase, but it did make me horny as fuck to top. I'm usually happier as a catcher, but my dick started itching like crazy to unload in holes once I knew my seed was charged.

PM me!

I open wide and swallow it down. I wish more guys would be willing to do this. LOVE eating cum from a hole!

Took a load in the restroom at the local mall. from a guy I found on Squirt. He wanted to rubber up, but I told him that was a deal breaker for me. He agreed, and when we met up, he asked me if there was a chance he could catch anything. I told him I take loads from several guys a week, and that some of them were poz, but based on my last test, I wasn't. Then he asked if I was afraid of getting pozzed, and I told him I wanted it. I thought he would bail, but he was hard as a rock. Fucked me hard for about ten minutes before blowing his load in my ass. I sucked him clean, and thanked him for the load. Hopefully, I created a new barebacker.

Love this one (sorry if it was already posted): http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=ocisK-G308- 21 yo cumdump load collecting at the bathhouse "He hit me up on scruff. Wanted me to help him collect loads. The bulk of the video is him blowing me while strangers use his ass BB. I fuck him at the end. Im traveling lots over the next 2 months so hit me up. I may be in your town. Same SN on bbrt. Also dont hesitate to click the donate button on my profile. Its time to upgrade the camera in order to make longer videos for you guys."

Book II Matt: Awesome start to the week, had my boys with me, surprised Sam with his best friend then his dad, hot night at CumUnion at the Steamworks in Chicago, lots of sex with John and the boys, they even seduced the room service waiters and we fucked them as well. As I was returning to the hotel from the airport after dropping John off my phone buzzed, then buzzed again. I turned the car over to the valets at the hotel and pulled out my phone, I had two message, the first was from Sean saying the deal on the house went through and sent me a file with the paperwork to sign, I could print them off and sign and fax them back to Sean at my earliest convenience, Sean knew I would go use the business center in the hotel to do it as quickly as possible and soon he was receiving my fax. I stopped in on my way up to the room, knowing the boys would still be at the gym upon my return, the second message was from my doctor friend at the clinic, it could be considered bad news or good depending on how one viewed it. Carl, my doctor friend messaged that the RNA results of Stevens test came back and he had contracted a Med resistant strain and for him to stop taking his cocktail as it would not help and might make things worse. It was a strain that was slow reacting so symptoms generally didn’t appear for several years, but didn’t respond to treatments well. I texted Carl back confirming receipt of the message and included a wink emoji on the side, Carl knew I was chasing and was a chaser himself so I knew he’d want to be fucked by Steven when we returned. I went up to the room when I got back and changed into gym wear and headed down to the fitness center to get in a good workout, hoping to catch my boys being bad. I arrived and checked in just as my personal trainer was arriving. He asked me to join him in the locker room and I did. I sat on the bench in front of his locker as he changed into his workout clothes chit chatting small talk then when he knew nobody was within earshot “I saw you and your entourage at the baths on Friday, I noticed you letting your boyfriend and your boys play with Jeff and Leo, the Ginger daddy and his blonde boy, just wanted to warn you that they have a high viral load of a very toxic HIV strain, I know because they knocked me up with it” “So you’re POZ? Will have to have you work me over when were finished, my boys are on PReP so they should be okay” “You’re a naughty daddy, let’s work out” With that he led me back to the gym and put me through my paces, working me like a drill sergeant. We ran across the boys a couple of time before heading back to the locker room and striping down, wearing just towels we handed our gym clothes to the attendant and went to sit in the steam room. Mike, my trainer sat on the lower level while in I sat just to his left on the top-level, he reached up under my towel and began playing with my stiffening cock, he leaned in and took it in his mouth “What if we get caught?” “Highly unlikely and Bill, the locker room guy will let us know if anyone who might object is coming” About that time Darren and Sam and their trainers entered the room, Mike went back to sucking my cock as Darren came over and began giving Mike a Lap dance working his ass over his large stiff tool and then sinking down on it to the root. Sam came over and offered me his cock which I greedily sucked into my mouth, while his trainer entered him from the rear, Darren’s trainer got behind him and began rubbing his cock on Darren’s already stuffed hole, then with a quick push slid in next to Mike, double penetrating the boy. Mike stopped sucking me as Sam lifted my legs up and slid into my puffy well used hole with just steam, spit and his Precum as lube. We were just getting into a rhythm when the steam room kicked on and the door open with Jeremy and Steve and their trainers coming in “Is this a private party or can anyone join in?” We all sort of moaned an acceptance as a couple more guys came in behind them, didn’t know who they were but they were cool with having sex in the steam room. Jeremy and Steve started making out and getting head from their trainers as a couple of the other guys began caressing their bodies, rubbing and tweaking the nipples then sliding their cocks into my boys’ rear entrances. The sex went on for a good 20 minutes when the lights began to flash and everyone just kicked back and wrapped their towels around themselves, the door swung open and a skinny business man entered looking very uptight and I thought we’d have to endure a sermon on the evils of the flesh. We all sat quietly then one of the trainers jumped slightly at the touch of the man reaching up and grabbing his engorged phallus, the man began stroking the trainer the leaned over and began licking the precum off the tip, soon we started all back in and the business man ended up riding Mikes toxic cock and taking his seed. The boys and I exited the steam room with a couple of the trainers and hit the Jacuzzi for a bit before donning Spa robes and heading back to the room. We ordered Room service and I had the boys pack up for an early morning departure. I pulled Steven aside and took him into the bedroom “Steve, I got some news today from the clinic, you need to stop taking your ARV meds until we get back, turns out you have a med resistant strain and they need to do more test to get you on a medicine that will work to control your virus” Steven looked at me and was almost in tears, trembling “I knew that asshole had something he was hiding, those weren’t just POZ cocks he was getting me fucked with they were deathsticks, and the owners goals were to knock up innocent guys like me and sign their death warrants.” I cuddled Steven and calmed him down, the other three had already retired to their bedroom and I could hear them fooling around, I kissed Steven and removed his clothes, caressing his pectorals and rubbing his cum filled balls, we were soon on the bed with his cock drooling on my pucker, I moved my hips back taking his mushroom head into my ass, he took the cue and sank the rest of his shaft into my deep recesses, we fucked gently for about ten minutes me riding his cock then he began slamming into me faster and faster before pushing in and freezing pumping his toxic load into my love canal. He rolled over with his cock still buried in my hole and we fell asleep. We got up the next morning, showered, got the guys up and ready and were out to the car by 7. I drove to the airport, turned in the car and proceeded to the gate, the boys thinking they were headed home, much to their surprise was the next leg or our adventure, Fort Lauderdale.

Book II John Just had the greatest start to the weekend, Matt had helped to make arrangements for Darren, Sam’s best friend to accompany me on my Business trip, then stay with them during spring break, sounds innocent enough but what Matt had in store for them I only knew half the plan. I grew up in a modest middle class family, although my parents were fairly religious I had a certain amount of freedoms, As long as I looked like an all American jock and had good grades, they really didn’t hassle me too much. As I finished my senior year in high school, I started to allow some of my feeling surface and began hanging out in public restrooms to get a taste of cock when it was presented, I was still an anal virgin but I loved getting sucked as well. The summer after High School I was sent on a two year mission to South America where I developed a taste for Latin cock, while spreading the word of our lord. Still only sucking and getting sucked I even got my fellow mission brothers to occasionally imbibe and enjoy a three way daisy chain with me. Upon finishing my Mission I went back home where it was arraigned to hook back up with my high school sweetheart (beard) which I then married, to keep the folks happy and a year later I was presented with a son. My completion of my Mission also brought an opportunity of a life time, the chance to intern with a prestigious international Marketing firm, that intern turned into my career and kept me away from my family for long stretches of time, while I really didn’t mind being away from the wife, we generally fought when I was home, I did regret the time I was away from my son, and I spoiled him when I was home, one of reasons my wife and I fought. When she got sick I spread my trips out more but still had to be away for extended periods, so I hired a nanny for Sam. During my internship I met Nick, who took an instant liking to me, and wanted to show me all the ropes, the tricks of the trade. It was Nick who introduced me to anal sex and other kinks. It was the early nineties and HIV was on the forefront of many men who engaged in sex with men, but that didn’t stop Nick, he was my mentor with the firm and we often traveled abroad together, Europe, Asia, South America, and it didn’t faze him when he walked in on me jacking off in the shower, early on in my internship at a hotel in Prague, he simply stripped naked and dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth and began sucking me. I couldn’t believe I was in this hotel bathroom getting sucked by my mentor who was at least 15 years my senior, I couldn’t believe this man wanted my 20 year old cock down his throat, then he had me stand up and turned me around and I felt his tongue invade my ass, poking up and licking my hole probing to gain access, he returned to sucking my cock and began fingering my hole, it seemed from out of nowhere lube appeared as he slicked up my hole slowly adding fingers and caressing my prostrate while deep throating my rod. He informed me he had four fingers in my now tight but well lubed hole, and moving up my torso began kissing me as his covered cock pressed into my hole, stretching me open with his big mushroom head, slowly inching his shaft up my rear entry. Nick lovingly fucked me that first night in Prague, making sure I enjoyed having cock inside me, blowing his load into the condom. The next morning he had me return the favor as I got the first taste of his manly cock, before sliding sheathed into his well-used hole. Nick and I always played safe, especially on our international trips, he would sometimes bring back clients and hook ups back to our room and he always insisted on safe sex. Nick ended up securing my position for me when my intern ship ran out and we became a regular travel team and managed to become somewhat lovers in an open secret relationship. My time at home was spent mostly with my infant son at first, and as he began growing up I scheduled trips closer to home, then Carol got sick and I had to be there more often, I finally hired a Nanny and Nurse to care for my boy and wife, so that I could be on the road to make the money necessary to maintain our lifestyle, When Carol passed I released the nurse, but kept the nanny on full time till Sam was 13 and responsible to be left occasionally alone, but would stay with him when I had extended trips. Now here I was escorting his best friend across the country to spend Spring Break with one of the hottest men I had ever met, a man named Matt, who was the Father of his polyamorous boyfriend. We arrived and while I was at a meeting I had dropped Darren off at the pizza parlor that Matt and the boys were at. After my day of meetings wrapped up I headed over to Steamworks and checked in, getting a basic room to rest up in, waiting for a text from Matt saying they had arrived and the boys were ready for me. I had stripped down and had hit the Jacuzzi and steam room while waiting and even managed to give a blowjob to a tween who looked hot parading around with his hard on in the play area. Hitting the shower and heading back to the room around 8:30, kicked back and watched some porn, then the texted arrived M: here with the boys, they’re stripping down, should be in play area in about 10-15 minutes, Sam is extra excited to be here, can’t wait to see you breed him J: great been waiting a long time for this night I slipped my cockring on and for good measure slicked up my hole with some lube, heading back to the play area, passing some promising prospects on the way. As I turned the corner to where the sling was located I found Sam in the sling and Darren straddling him, allowing Sam’s cock to slide up his rear as Steven was sliding his cock in Sam’s hole, Slowly fucking him and loosening him up, leaking precum into my son. I tapped Steve on the shoulder and he pulled out as I then slid into my son, for the first time. Steve lifted Darren off Sam’s hard cock and slid his cock his in to replace it. Sam looked up with surprised look on his face as I began to fuck him Jeremy slid a brown bottle up to his nostril and he was soon in a popper daze as I began to pound my son, soon giving him a load of the cum that made him. Steve Blew a load up Darren’s hole as Matt came up behind me and planted his cock in me just before he shot his load into my unprotected innards. We all fooled around with each other in the play area, gathering quite the crowd for about an hour before Matt told us he had a large room and gave us the number and we all wandered off and back to the room. As I entered the room, Matt was in the sling, Darren was blowing him while Sam was feeding him his cock, and I walked up and slid my raw cock into his cummy hole. Jeremy and Steve were cuddling on the bed, the door to the room was wide open and a crowd was starting to gather. I began working Matt’s hole and soon Darren abandoned his cock and moved behind me and began rimming my ass, sucking cum that had been deposited out and lapping it up like a hungry puppy. Sam had a clear view of the crowd outside the door, and had soon invited a couple of the twink’s and daddies in, a hot Ginger dad had stepped behind him and was twisting his nipples as his engorged tool was working up and down Sam’s crack, watching Sam’s face as the pleasure of the ginger’s caress was taking him to a new plane of pleasure, suddenly his eyes popped open as the man’s large tool popped into my boy and began working his ass over. A blonde hair twink came behind me as Darren suckled on our balls the 20ish boy slid his monster cock into my hole stretching me out and tearing me up a little. Matt was getting spit roasted as both ends were getting fucked, the twink whispered in my ear “you like watching my daddy plow your boy while I plant my toxic seed in you, I’ve already cum twice and I’m about to cum again, daddy likes to breed his boys multiple times as well and he’s really toxic with Med resistant strains” I didn’t even flinch and just ground my ass back onto the boys cock, turning my head I whispered “ hot so you need to breed our ball washer as well “ With that he pulled out and lifted Darren off the floor and guided his cock to my hole, then got behind him and plunged up his hole completing the train. Darren didn’t last long as he blew a load up my ass, but he didn’t go soft as he had the blonde twink’s rod buried up his hole stimulating him to an extended round of fucking me, as I had already dumped two loads in Matt’s rectum. Suddenly as if on cue the ginger and the blonde started grunting and growling that they were about to cum almost in unison they blew off their loads into Darren and Sam. Jeremy and Steven were surrounded by a dozen guys on the bed, many taking turns at their holes, the ginger and his blonde boy had migrated over to the bed as Matt got out of the sling, helping Darren in and lining up his hard cock with the boys hole, then blasting his cream in in record time, sliding out and having Sam breed his best friend, the second in a series of breeders for the boy. The scene repeated itself several times throughout the evening and early morning hours with the gang leaving the bath house around 4 am all of us drained and our asses full of cum, we headed back to Matt’s suite and soon after a quick group shower, were snuggled up next to one another, Jeremy, Sam, and Darren in one room and Matt, Steven and I in the other. Throughout the remainder of the morning we slept and cuddled in various combinations on our respective bed. I awoke to all six of us on our bed, the boys trading blowjobs and working their daddies cock to full hardness. Matt suggested a shower after cum began to fly across the bed covering us with hot sticky semen. While we were all showering, Matt called down for a hearty breakfast to be brought to the room. We all dried off and got dressed in various modes of clothing Matt and I in Jeans and a polo shirt and the boys in shorts and tees. About the time we finished dressing the food arrived, with two very cute waiters delivering it, my boy and the others wasted no time flirting with them and seducing them so they ended up naked in the suites living room with our boys servicing their cocks, between stuffing their faces with food and fucking the wait staff it was a wondrous meal, the waiters returning to work with at least two lads each in their rumps. Matt and I took the boys on a sightseeing tour of Chicago in the afternoon before heading back to the suite to hit the gym and then freshen up before dinner. We ended the Day after a delicious dinner at a renowned restaurant with our own little fuck fest in the room before retiring and to sleep, not sure how much sleep the boys got as Matt and I cuddled in his bed. On Sunday after another Fuck fest with the waiters over breakfast Matt drove me to the airport for my flight home. Hugs and kisses were exchanged with Matt and the boys and I was on my way. next chapter in the works

Hey guys... I always meant to write a follow-up to this one, but moved onto a few other stories instead. It seems like there's enough interest to circle back. I'll do my best to wrap this up with a final chapter soon.

As a bottom, I've never had this happen to me, but there's been times when I get home and realize how close it was to happening. I clean deep, but the colon has twists and turns and it's possible for water to go in to a part of it and not come out immediately. That's probably why you hear a lot of experienced bottoms talking about how much time it takes to clean out. There is 24 to 27 feet of intestine, about 4 feet of colon (which is the part we are talking about "cleaning"). I doubt most bottoms approach douching all 4 feet of the colon, especially on a regular basis. Douching the whole colon would throw off electrolytes and upset intestinal flora. All 25 feet or so intestine is always in motion, so eventually stuff is gonna move down. A bottom may start clean, but nature will eventually take it's course, so if the bottom cleaned out 8 hours ago the odds have changed. I use a long shower douche nozzle to get past some valves. I "rest" after the water is running clean and I insert a colon snake to try and free any trapped water. Then I douche some more to make sure everything is clear. This takes time and I find lots of tops who don't have a clue what it takes to make things nice for them (like when they email or text and want it "now" lol). Also, when I know I'm feeling in heat and am gonna want to be on the prowl for hours, I usually don't eat anything that day.

Part 2 After swallowing my roommate’s cum, which I actually found tasty, I was ordered on the bed by Jeff, “On the bed slam bitch!” Jeff and Mark disappeared into the bathroom as I smoked some more from the pipe and Caleb sat on the edge of the bed recovering from his orgasm. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen as Caleb looked at me and let me know, “You did a fantastic job sucking my cock roomy. Did you enjoy it as much as I did?” As I was taking a hit on the pipe I shrugged my shoulders in an ‘I don’t know’ fashion. Caleb added, “Were going to have a lot more times like this back at the dorm once we get you completely out of your shell. If you like the pipe as much as you’ve been sucking on it, you’re going to love slamming.” Caleb rubbed my leg as he said this and I was blowing out a big cloud. Just then Jeff and Mark came out of the bedroom with 4 syringes in their hands and a couple pieces of rubber strips over their shoulders. Mark said, “Let’s do this?” Caleb took one of the syringes and approached my left side while Jeff and Mark were fixing the rubber strip on their upper arms. Caleb told me to relax as he tied the rubber strip on my upper arm just like Jeff and Mark had done to themselves. I watched Jeff and Mark take the syringe each had and stick it into their own arm as I felt a cool sensation on my arm. I looked to watch Caleb stick the needle into a very prominent vein as I heard coughing coming from Jeff and Mark. I looked over to see the two naked guys start to kiss with very noticeable hard dicks. After Caleb pulled the needle from my arm he quickly tells me “You will probably feel the temperature in the room jump and a mild difficulty to breathe before you cough out a few times as your breathing and heart rate will increase. Just ride your rush and let us do the work.” Caleb leaned in and kissed me as I felt him pull the rubber band form my arm. Just as he had described I felt the temperature jump and I coughed out and my breathing and heart speed up. While I felt my body become more sensitive Jeff and Mark joined me on the bed and Caleb did his own injection (I later learned was called a slam). All I could say was “Fuck, I feel fantastic.” Jeff let me know that they knew I would enjoy all this when Caleb first told us you were a virgin and never seemed interested in the opposite sex. I hear Caleb cough out as I felt Mark push my legs up and begin to lick my ass. As Jeff moved in to kiss me. I accepted the kiss with a passion I never knew I had inside me. As the two roommates were working on me I saw Caleb approach with his dick fully hard again. Jeff pulled away allowing Caleb to place his cock at my lips. This time I didn’t need a bet to open my mouth as I let Caleb slide his cock inside my mouth for the second time that night. As I sucked Caleb’s cock I felt my legs pushed farther up as the ‘attention’ my ass was getting stopped. Caleb seemed to know what I was thinking as he said to me, “Shh, don’t worry, your hole will soon be filled more than you ever thought possible” as I felt something stiff (yet soft) begin to push inside me. I thought it was going to hurt when I felt the greatest pleasure I had never felt before. Caleb took his cock from my mouth as I looked between my legs to see Mark kneeling there pushing his cock inside my ass. My head was pulled to my right side and Jeff gave me his cock to suck. Caleb moved in behind Mark while I started to suck Jeff. Mark pushed his cock deep inside me as it looked like Caleb was working his cock inside Mark. Once they were positioned Mark resumed fucking me and himself back onto Caleb’s cock. I’m not sure how long we were in that position before I heard Mark grunt out and I felt his cock spasm inside my ass. Mark leaned in kissed me and pulled his softening cock from my ass. He was replaced by Jeff who slid inside my hole very easily followed by Caleb sticking his cock inside Jeff. Jeff began the same thing Mark had just done fucking me and himself back on Caleb. Mark moved up to my head and put his limp cock at my lips. I was already opening my mouth as he told me to clean his cock off. The taste of Mark’s cock was slightly different then Caleb’s tasted. That’s when I heard Jeff ask me, “Yeah, you like the taste of your ass on my cock mixed with my cum, don’t you?” Again I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I heard Jeff begin to moan and groan that I never heard from Mark and he let it known that he was about to fill me with his load. I felt his cock expand and spasm within me as he filled me with his load. After he was done filling me he leaned in for a kiss and pulled out letting Caleb get his turn at my ass. Caleb quickly filled me with his monster of a cock as Jeff had me clean his off. While I had Jeff inside my mouth I felt a ‘push’ from Jeff as I saw Mark was behind him apparently sliding his cock inside his roommate’s hole. Caleb was slowly fucking me as I sucked Jeff who was getting fucked by Mark. It was almost like a scene from a porno. I felt Jeff’s cock begin to harden in my mouth as Caleb began to really work my ass. I’m not sure how long we were in this position but I could tell that it seemed that Mark and Jeff were getting close. It seemed that the two came almost simultaneously as I was eating my second load of cum. The two roommates took a seat on the edge of the bed as they watched Caleb start to pound my ass. Caleb’s cock felt great inside me as it felt like it kept getting harder and harder. Almost like he did when I sucked his cock he reached down, rubbed my chest as he complimented me on how great my ass felt, how tight my body looked and what a great year we were going to have from this point on. Caleb leaned in to kiss me as I felt him explode deep inside me. After our kiss as he kept working his cock inside my cum filled hole we looked into each other’s eyes as if we made a life altering connection. This went on for two more days with a few more slams to keep us going before we headed back to the dorms. By the time Caleb and I got back to our room I was drained and ready to sleep. It was apparent that things were going to change, instead of climbing into my bed, Caleb and I climbed into his together. Our life as roommates did change. I have to remember to thank the dorm manager for making this arrangement.

PART 7 – DALTON SMILES I opened the front door. Dalton and I stood on either side of the threshold, towels wrapped around our waists. I motioned for him to come inside, but he stood completely still for a good 10 seconds. Then, without another word, he entered. The door closed behind him. I cocked my head toward the kitchen, and he followed me in silence. Once I reached the kitchen counter, I grabbed a water bong sitting next to the sink, then turned around to face him. Dalton's expression was neutral—impassive. He clearly didn’t understand what he was doing in our house. He just knew, somehow, that he needed to be there. I’d seen that look before, seen it in other boys who’d kept their deepest hunger a secret even to themselves. He was following some nameless, wordless urge as he followed my footsteps—all his good taste and better judgment giving way to a dark impulse pulsing just beneath the surface of his skin. I placed the bong up to his lips. He dutifully sealed one end with his mouth, his eyes locked on mine. I lit a fire under the glass bowl—no explanation offered, no permission granted. He began to inhale before the smoke was ready, and I gave him a quick shake of my head. He stopped. Then, as the white smoke began to trickle out of the bowl, I nodded, and he slowly began to inhale his first lungful of Tina. I kept nodding as he sucked in that smoke, making sure he took a thick, potent hit nice and deep—then a little deeper—then deeper still. Satisfied that his first hit was up to my standards, I pulled the pipe away and gave him another nod. He hesitated, his eyes still locked on mine. Realizing he needed some guidance, I demonstrated what I wanted him to do: I shaped my mouth into an “O,” then let him hear the breath leave my lungs as I exhaled loud and long. His eyes brightened: he understood now. He opened his mouth in a round “O” just like mine, then released a long, fat snake of white smoke that slid from his lips into the air between us. I nodded approval, and he blushed. Once again, his lips wrapped around the mouthpiece. Once again, I applied heat to the bowl. Inhale, then exhale. Repeat. As one hit melted into another, he started to understand the rhythm of blowing thick clouds of chem-smoke. Three hits, four hits, five: I could see his pupils go dark as the T in the glass bowl made its way into his lungs, his brain, his skin, his sweat. Finally, I set the pipe back down on the counter, taking a good look at our freshly chemmed-up Neighbor Boy. He was smiling at me. And that’s when I realized something: I’d never seen this kid flash an easy, friendly, honest grin. He was always guarded somehow, always fearful of revealing too much. But now his whole face radiated with unchecked joy; his eyes flickered with a playfulness—maybe even a devilishness—that I hadn’t quite anticipated. Those clouds of chem-smoke had unlocked something, like they always do. Like so many boys before him, like so many repressed little bros just aching for something real, he was finally free. We grinned at each other for a minute or two before I broke the silence between us. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said, reaching over to muss his hair. His smile grew even wider as he took a step closer to me, his towel falling to the floor. I let me own towel drop, and Dalton’s giant smile turned into a mischievous half-grin. Blushing again, he pointed sheepishly at the pipe. “Would it be cool if I smoked a little more?”

So this is a fantasy that's run through my mind so many times I thought I'd share it with you guys. Now I have a real big thing for American men, and I mean big. Nice big American raw cock is something I crave. The wind and the rain are whipping around the house, spring seems so far away. The tv is on but I'm not really paying attention, my eyes are pinned to my laptop, watching my chat buddy from Palm Springs slamming some guy, they're getting off knowing I'm watching and hell am I getting hard watching them. This isn't the first time I've watched Pete slip a needle into a guys vein, straining to watch that flash of blood then the slow push of the plunger, Tina slowly but firmly entering the guys blood, then the cough and the rush. I've seen several times how the bottoms always turn into hungry little whores for Petes cock. There it was, a really clear shot of the flash, wanking my cock hard, wishing it were my arm on the screen, watching as Pete slams me for the first time. From the angle of the shot I can see Petes cock is rock hard, long and straight, the cut head of his cock probably wet with precum. Next thing I know the tornequete is off the guys arm and he's jumping on his host. Pete moves him over to the bed and in one move has him on his back and he's slipping his cock between his lips. Pete likes to get sucked first to make his cock nice and wet, no need for lube when he takes the guys arse. I watch them suck and fuck for a while, think they've forgotten I'm watching, they're both flying. Eventually I can't hold back any longer I can feel the cum boiling deep inside and as I watch Petes raw cock sliding in and out of the bottom guy I let loose a loud groan and a huge load of spunk spurts all over my furry belly. Spent I shut down the laptop and drift off to sleep, dreaming that one day I will meet my american daddy and he will own not just my hole, but my entire body. We'd fuck for days in the California sunshine. A couple of days later my phone buzzes, it's a message from Pete. "So did you enjoy the show the other day". "Fuck yeah, did you have a good night?" "Shit, yeAh was ok, nothing too special, wasn't my hot little Brit boy worshipping my cock". How my hole twitches when he says things like that, and he knows it, he knows how to push my buttons. "Well mate I wish it were me, why are we so fucking far apart". My finger automatically reaches for my hole, teasing it gently. "You could be here, your arm strapped up, a full rig waiting to fill you with lust, you know I have several friends who would love to meet you. I've shown them all the pics of your furry body and hot ass, some are even impressed by your uncut cock but most just want your hole lol" I spit on my finger and shove it deep in my arse, the thought of those American guys wanting me gets me so wound up. Pete knows all my fantasies. "You know I'd be there if I could mate, and you know I'd do anything for you." "I know you would but I know it costs shit loads to get here from England. We'll have to work something out, I need to get you flying and make you the centre of attention for my buds" "Oh fuck I want that so much, you know I'd let anyone fuck me that you choose, would love you to get me real fucked up and whore me out, and I wanna feel your cut cock rubbing my insides as the Tina makes me beg for more" "Hey man, miss Tina is plentiful in this town, you'd make very good friends with her, I might even teach you to slam yourself. What would you say if I told you I could make it happen?" What did he mean? He knows I don't have the sort of cash to get me there. "Oh yeah how you gonna do that? Lol" "Well I haven't really told you all that much about my background. I've been quite lucky in my life and let's just say I'm a man of means" "What do you mean?" "I could fly you out here for a hot week, if I did tho I would own you for the whole week, you would be here to serve my needs, and those of my buddies, I'd treat you well but you would be here for my pleasure" "Yeah yeah, don't tease, you know how much I wanna get fucked up with you. Besides not sure I'd be comfortable with you paying like that anyway". The fantasy is hot but I know that's all it will ever be. Well long story short, two weeks later I'm landing at PSP and Petes mate Steve is waiting for me as arranged to drive me round for a while showing me the sights while Pete gets back from his business trip to San Diego. This guy is obviously lean and with lovely strong looking hairy arms. Pulling into a secluded little spot outside of town I suddenly notice the little bag full of T down by the gear lever. "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs......" Wanna hear more ?

Chapter III. The music picked up and the few guys standing around wearing clothes started to disrobe, jerking off to the live sex show unfolding before them. Brad was still dressed, and knelt down to my boy’s ass. He spread my boy’s cheeks and sunk in two fingers. My boy’s hole opened up to accept those fingers. Seed started to burble up onto Brad’s fingers. He held them up to my mouth and I sucked them clean. My boy moaned and started fingering his own asshole. “You ever seen this much cum leaking out of his hole before?” I shook my head. “I bet all the tops’ cocks are going to be filthy cummy messes when they pull out of him. How does that make you feel?” “Hot as fuck…” I gasped out seeing stranger’s cum, at least some of it POZ, trailing down my boy’s thighs. Brad stood up and summoned two guys to come forward. I recognized one of them as they bartender who had made our drinks earlier. I thought I was seeing double and then realized that they were twins. They held hands as they walked forward. One of them grabbed my boy’s hips and pulled his black boxer briefs down as a huge dick plopped out. The other guy approached my boy’s mouth and gagged him with his cock. Choking on one dick, the twin’s brother entered my boy and started jackhammering his pussy. I could see white frothy cum being forced out of my boy’s ass and around the base of his dick. He didn’t last long and pulled out, blowing his load on my boy’s ass, then working his seed in as deeply as it would go with some hardcore thrusts.. His brother flipped my boy over and sunk his bare dick into the hole that his twin had just bred. The first twin smacked his cummy dick across my face and nodded to Brad, who had lost his shirt by this time, revealing a tattoo peeking out of his pants on his hip. I shuddered to think it might be a biohazard symbol. Brad guided that cummy dick into my mouth for me to clean off. I wrapped my hands around to his ass and was surprised to find it leaking cum too; I had figured that this alpha stud would have been a top. I sucked my finger clean of some stranger’s cum and the guy leaned down. “My brother and I share everything, even Brad’s dirty cum!” He kissed me and then pushed away and disappeared as I took in the suggestion that Brad was POZ. The other twin took his time, but I knew he was close as he picked up the pace. He didn’t pull out to cum, nor did he go balls deep, pulling out so just the head of his cock was in my boy’s hole. I watched as his balls contracted, spewing seed inside my boy. He pulled out and nodded to Brad, who guided his cummy cock into my mouth, which I dutifully cleaned, swallowing every drop of the mix of several dudes’ cum. Brad smiled in approval as I fingered the other brother’s cummy hole too. With my chin dripping cum, Brad stood me up and pulled my shorts down, leaving me just in my jockstrap. He summoned George who bent me over on the sofa, next to my boy, who was, by this time, taking another raw cock. George started eating my ass as he held my hands behind my back. I turned my head just as the guy fucking my boy started to cum, shooting his cum deep inside. George pulled off of my ass and sucked a mouthful of cum from my boy’s pussy, spitting it into my own hole. Another guy started fucking my boy as George slapped my bare ass with his cock. He put all of his body weight on me, pressing me into the cushions and hissing into my ear. “Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna breed you, like I bred your boy. You’re gonna take my gift, then Brad’s gonna breed you both. Think you can handle that?” I nodded in approval, letting go of control. George released my hands, and they immediately started spreading my cheeks wide, preparing to take his cock, and his ‘gift’. To be continued…

Glasgow Tales 3. Previously… I urged him on, “fuck yeah Pedro, I’m almost ready”. He looked me looking back at him and grinned. Then he started pounding my ass like a man-possessed. I couldn’t keep up with him and it was in a very short time he started breathing low and heavy. He grabbed my hips and muttered something in Spanish and then I could feel his cock fill up and shoot out hot cum straight into my ass. Time slowed down with as he came, my energy and his energy joining, the coke sending everything electric, the cum - we were one being, blissed out on life. As he pulled out I looked at the time – it was 6.45pm. Right so… My name’s Stuart and I about to be late for an appointment with my hopefully new landlords. I’d just had the fuck of my life from a sleazy Spaniard dealer called Pedro and now I was desperately trying to get sober, get showered and get out from his place to run down to this new room I was hoping to rent. The ironic thing was I was hoping to get this room to keep an eye on a mate of mine who was in a bit of a drug spiral – was that real ironic or Alanis Morrissette “ironic”? So how does someone get sober from coke in less than five minutes? Fucked if I know. I had Pedro, who was chuckling to himself, looking up Yahoo Answers for it, but half the answers were preachy fuckwits saying you deserved what you got, and the other half telling me to meditate and not drink coffee. Without time for a shower, Pedro’s cum still in my ass and still not having cum yet, I pulled on my bag and my jacket and headed for the door. Pedro looked up from his phone and said “hey chico, here take this, it might help you calm down a bit”. He tossed me a spliff, which I pocketed, and then, as I was heading out the door, he stuck his thumb in his mouth and ran it down to the shaft of his once-more growing cock and said “then bring that white pussy back to me when you’re finished with your guy. I have a guy lined up tonight, but I’m not through with that ass”. “You’re on” I replied and left, taking the stairs down two at a time. In my coke haze I made good time across the city until I was at the door of Bill’s place (and hopefully soon “my place”, if I made a good impression). Bill answered the door in a rugby shirt and running shorts. At 6”2 with bristly black hair that grew everywhere (the backs of his fingers were like little forests), Bill could be seen as intimidating, but only if you didn’t know him. The local rough types steered clear of him, but for me, I had grown up with him in Skye and remembered the geeky Super-Mario fanatic he was (and still is). I found it hard to see him as anything but a lovable stoner. Speaking of which, he stank of weed. “Dude” I said, wrinkling my nose, “you reek of weed and your landlords are due to meet me here any moment”. He laughed and said “relax, it’ll only be a quick chat I’d say, anyways I’m out for a jog, so you’ve the place to yourself” With that, he pushed past me, giving me the thumbs up, and headed down the road. With Bill gone I looked around the house – it was an old Georgian redbrick that had seen better days. The room I’d be renting was at the back above the kitchen. The kitchen being the only social room in the shared house – the landlords Davie and Blair who lived about five streets away in a decidedly nicer part of town, had converted the living room to another bedroom while they worked on earning enough money to do up the entire place. So the garden was a jungle, all the rooms smelled a little damp, even now in the middle of summer, and it was a good thing they had Bill there, cause he was the only one who was handy enough to keep the whole place from falling apart. All in all there were five bedrooms in the place, all dirt cheap. Top floor there was Bill’s master bedroom where I hung out many a night getting stoned. Across the hall there was a rail-electrician who worked nights and who I’d never met. Bill, in his more paranoid stoner moments, was convinced the guy was a cop on a stake-out. Then there was a split-level with the room for rent and a bathroom. The bathroom-door had a post-it note on it currently, asking people to remember to flush. That would be Sabine, the passive aggressive bitch of a girlfriend to Stefan. The German couple shared a bedroom downstairs and Stefan would often creep up to Bill’s room late at night to have a quick joint after his girlfriend fell asleep. We all wondered why he stayed with her, she must have been a demon in the sack. We used to have fun seeing how many of her post-it notes Bill could make her write in a day. Lastly there was Emmett, who was a “murse” – a male nurse, and who Bill (mainly because of his job) suspected was a fag. Like the guy upstairs, he kept night shifts and I’d never met him. Wondering what to do – it was 7.05pm and my eyes were still rolling my head from the coke-high, I went down to the kitchen and put on the kettle. The kitchen was full of post-it notes again “Who ate my cheese???”, “This is SABINE and STEFAN’s milk!!!” and the classic “Who left these dirty dishes here???” We wondered what would happen if we ever pushed her past a fourth question mark. I decided to make enough tea for everyone and took off my jacket to get comfortable. Soon enough I heard a key turn in the door. “Hello?” I heard a voice call from the hall, as two guys came into the house. The first guy to come was dressed in biker gear – all black leather. As he took off his motorbike helmet I saw he had a shaved head and was in his late forties – weathered, brown eyes with a little hint of grey stubble but well built with a broad frame and serious muscle under all that leather – this must be Blair – the older of the two. As we made eye contact I saw the second man behind him come into view. This must be Davie I thought, as the younger man (about mid thirties) pulled off his leather jacket. He was wearing a fitted checked shirt and one of those Che Guevara green caps over ear-length curly hair. As he turned and his bright blue eyes made contact with mine, all I could think was “fuck, I’m in love”. Bill never mentioned his landlords were fucking hot! As the two came into the kitchen I shook their hands and we sat down for some tea. I kept stealing glances at the two of them when I thought they wouldn’t notice. Blair was seriously buff and after removing his biker jacket, he was just wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt to complement his leather pants. His gym-work must have been impeccable cause every inch of his skin on display was an anatomy lesson. Davie was a slimmer but still had a gym-fit build with pale skin like mine, and his face looked like it had been lifted off a Caravaggio or one of those painters. Those bouncy curls that framed his face with its gorgeous cheekbones... I realised noone had talked in a while, and they were looking at me expectantly. “Um so yeah” I started “I’ve known Bill from when we were kids” I could see the two exchange curious glances. “Stuart”, Davie quietly said, “we were asking you what you did for money?” “Oh right” I replied, “I’m currently working a landscape gardening company. It’s just me and my boss Angus”. (Ok, relax Stuart – I thought – you don’t have to give them your life story). “We do a lot of the gardens in the area. It keeps the wolf from the door while I’m figuring out what to do next, and keeps me fit too – I mean, just look at these guns” as I flexed my biceps. (Oh wait – did I actually just say that?) – I caught up with myself – it was like my mouth was running two speeds faster than my brain. (Quick! Laugh it off and move on!) “Ahem, but I am planning to go back to college in a year and work on a PhD in horticulture” –(ok slow down), I continued “maybe do some work with the Botanic Gardens and so anyways I had to move to be closer to work, Angus is a real slave-driver (seriously dude, slow the fuck down) and Bill mentioned there was a room going here, he just let me in just before you came, he hasn’t given me a key or anything”. Davie laughed a little nervously, his eyes twinkling as he reached across the table to me “Relax, Stuart”, he said, “I can tell since we’ve given you little notice to meet us and you’re probably a bit nervous” His whole look was that of a trendy student-professor type, I think he said he worked in Caledonian or one of the others. His hand gently touched my forearm. “now tell me, why are you all wired up?” (Fuck he knows!) “Did Bill really give you such a terrible impression of us?” (Oh nevermind). I laughed and distractedly patted my hand on Davie’s. “Sorry guys, you’re right, you caught me at a bad time – I had to race across town from another meeting, and I guess my body’s still in that Speedy-Gonzales-mode”. Blair’s eyebrows raised and he shot a look to Davie. He asked “So where was it you were coming from, lad?” “Oh, em, a sorta friend I guess” I replied. “And does this “sorta friend” have a name?” Blair continued. (Why all of a sudden did I feel like I was back in Skye being asked who I was meeting by my parents, when I going off to blow the vicar’s son Aldous – but that’s another story). “His name’s Pedro” I replied, “he’s a new acquaintance I guess”. Blair and Davie smiled back at me “ah, that sorta friend” Blair laughed. Davie smirked “I knew you were gay the second…” he took a breath “the second Bill told us on the phone”. They both broke out laughing. Smug bastards. “Well we’re sorry we interrupted your budding sorta-friendship”. I laughed too, they seemed to get me. I piped up, “and to answer your question Davie, Bill did not give me a terrible impression and he definitely didn’t tell me how fit you guys are! When I think of a pair of gay landlords I would never have thought of the pair of you – I see ye both as gym instructors maybe” I quipped (ok – tone it down Stuart). Davie looked at Blair and said “well, flattery will get you everywhere!” Standing up, he said “well we should really show you the room, before you make poor Pedro jealous” With that we went up the stairs to the room. The narrow room was pretty bare with a bed and mattress in to the right as you opened the door. To the left was a wardrobe and chest of drawers with an ashtray on it and after that a sink. The room’s real feature was its Georgian windows facing out over the garden and an original fireplace – vital for keeping the place warm in winter. Davie was just finishing “and when we renovate, that’s where the pelmet will be”. I was not looking at where he was pointing (what the fuck is a pelmet anyway?) but at the gap of pale skin he left exposed from his fitted check shirt to his cords. Was that line a cum-gutter? Nice six-pack Davie! And the lad was obviously packing too from the way he was standing. ‘Stuart?” Davie asked me, smiling as I tore my eyes away from his crotch, “ I was asking you if you were had a boyfriend or anything? The room might be a bit small for a couple” “Oh, no” I replied, “just a few sorta friends” I joked. Blair was standing behind me, and reached over me to pick up the ashtray. I could smell his spicy aftershave and thought – If I can smell them, are they smelling Pedro right now…? “Looks like Bill’s been smoking his wacky-baccy in here again” Blair said as he emptied the ashtray. Davie smirked, “Fuck I’d kill for a joint right now” Blair replied “Fuck, I’d fuck for a joint right now” I laughed at the two of them and then I thought of the joint that Pedro left me. Blair lifted up my jacket that he’d brought from the kitchen. “Looking for something?” he asked, and with that he pushed me onto the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked mock-innocent, Blair pulled out the giant joint that Pedro gave me. “What do you call this laddy?” he barked. “You don’t honestly think we hadn’t realised you’ve been fucked up the entire time you’ve been here?” Davie sat down beside me and put his hands on either side of my face “Honestly, Stuart! Your eyes are as big as plates. Look at me for a second”. I was freaking the fuck out. “Wait”, I gasped, “I can explain”. I looked up to see Blair and Davie saying something about “are we doing this?” I immediately thought “this” was “calling the police”. “Guys, wait, look I’m sorry” I appealed to them, “You’re right I’ve been a bit stoned since I came here” I lied, “I thought it would calm me down, but it’s wound me up instead and now I’ve made a balls of the interview” I stood up and turned to the two of them on the bed. “Please, if there’s anyway I can “unfuck-up” this meeting let me know” Blair and Davie looked at each other and smiled. Blair turned to me and said “So you think you can come into our home, and get baked and flirt shamelessly with the two of us, all for what – to get a room?” “No” I denied, “I honestly just want to live with Bill – he’s been a friend from childhood and we get on well – I’m never normally this baked – I just got stoned with Pedro on a new strain of weed, and I guess I didn’t react well to it” Davie pulled out a lighter and lit up the spliff in Blair’s hands, he asked “is this the same weed Stuart?” as Blair took a deep drag. “So let’s see what effect it has” Davie continued and with that took a drag himself, his perfect lips drawing in the fumes, his blue eyes holding eye-contact with me before disappearing in the exhaled smoke. “Fuck, that’s strong stuff” Blair muttered, then asked “so what else did you and your stoner friend Pedro get up to?” I gulped, I knew where this conversation was going – at least I thought I did. Davie knelt up on the bed, all the while staring straight at me. He whispered something to Blair, who, laughing, said “yeah that’s a good idea”. As they were talking I realised just how fucked up I was, my knees were actually full-on trembling! “Stuart” Blair asked, “I want you to show us what you did with your friend Pedro, what happened first?” I hesitantly replied “um, I know Pedro through a fuck-buddy of mine”, I took a deep breath, and thought - well here goes nothing, “I went to his apartment at 4 o’ clock and the door was ajar. He was kneeling on the bed waiting for me, smoking a spliff” “Like this?” Blair interrupted and kneeled up on the bed beside Davie, taking a drag of the spliff, and then released it and asked “and what did you do?” Both watched me intently like cats that have their prey cornered and are just waiting for the right time to pounce. “Fuck this” I thought to myself, “go balls deep or go home” and facing my landlords, I quickly pulled off my top, slid off my underwear and trousers and stepped naked in front of them. “Then I sucked his cock” I said, and knelt down in front of them, licking my lips. Davie’s cords took no time to unbutton, and sure enough he was sporting a sizable cock at about 7 inches but almost that again in girth – a proper coke can cock. As I knelt and freed his cock I looked into both of their eyes. They were just as mesmerised by the scene as I was. Freeing Blair’s cock took a little more time – one-handed while stroking Davie’s cock it took a while to get the strong zip on the Blair’s leather pants down. It was then I realised they were shaved their pubes. I took Davie’s cock in my mouth while looking up at both of them. I ran my fingers over the day-old stubble up to their hard firm stomachs. Davie took a pull of the joint and then passed it down to me. After taking a toke I swapped over to Blair’s dick. He too was about 7 inches but not as thick as Davie and with a bright purple head. Blair pulled up his tight black t-shirt up revealing his abs and pecs as I swallowed his cock down to the root. Davie started to play with Blair’s obviously enhanced nipples and he shuddered as I picked up pace. “The boy sure knows how to suck cock” he said, eyes closed with one hand grabbing the back of my head. He then started bucking into my mouth. I gagged a little but went with it, loving how full my mouth was feeling. Meanwhile Davie bent down to help me with Blair’s cock, and we battled it out with our mouths over it – making a tunnel for it between our mouths, and then we found ourselves kissing passionately. I was kissing Davie, Bill’s insanely hot landlord, unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands over his smooth pale chest. His pillowy lips engulfed mine and his tongue rose up to enter my mouth and I opened my eyes to see his crystal blues staring straight back at me. I felt this odd surge of emotion through me and it felt like Davie was feeling it as well. When I went down on Davie’s cock, Blair came around behind me and whispered two things into my ears, “We knew you were high as soon as you started babbling in the kitchen” and “we know it’s not just weed you’re on”. Then he grabbed my hair and started vigorously throat-fucking Davie with my head. I nearly fucking choked, there were tears running down my face. “You want this room don’t you Stuart, but you need to convince us why we should give a junkie like you a chance”, he then leaned forward and looking me in the eyes he licked the tears from my face. “I’ll be your new fucking landlord, is that what you want?” Blair whispered in my ears as he jerked his lover off with my mouth. “What else are you on Stuart? You can tell me” “Omghfjhddf” is all I could manage to say – as my mouth was quite obviously in use. “What’s that?” Davie asked, jerking back my head off of his cock. I gasped for air, and ’fessed up, “I did some coke with Pedro, it was my first time, he said I’d be sober by the time I got to you”. Davie looked at Blair, they both blinked a few times and then erupted in laughter. “Right” Blair said, “where’s this Pedro live? We’re gonna pay him a visit someday, but not before I get my first load out. Davie, prepare the boy” Davie looked at me, and grinned and said “well done Stuart, you’ve done the right thing telling us”, and then scooted to my ass and shortly shouted up “Looks like Pedro’s done some damage here” and then I felt Davie’s tongue dive between my cheeks looking for the foamy traces of Pedro’s load. Blair shoved me onto his cock as his partner licked me clean of Pedro’s seed. I deep throated Blair’s cock for all I was worth, banging my face on his defined abs and reach a hand up to play with his pumped up nips. Davie came up for air and got up on the bed facing away from me. “Get down on my lover’s ass boy” Blair barked and with no hesitation I dove right in. Even though he had looks like an angel, Davie had a well-worn hole that had seen some traffic – This was no young twink I was playing with. He opened quickly to my tongue and I licked off all the sweat of his day from him. Taking my cue from Pedro’s lingering ass-play I used my jaw and worked fingers into my routine. Davie was toking the remains of the spliff and grinding his ass back into me, loving the extra-special attention while reaching back to grab my cock. It didn’t really work so he turned around and ducked under me 69 style, presenting his hole to me while engulfing my cock. While I started to rim Davie, Blair had been tasting Pedro out of my ass. When Davie switched up the positions on the mattress, Blair spoke up “I think the young slut has had coke up his ass – I can taste it”. I chuckled at this point and said “yeah you got me Blair, now will you shove something else up there?” Blair chuckled “Oh, ya finally grew a bit of a spine did ya?” I just reached back with both hands and pulled my cheeks further apart. “Hang on lad” Blair said, “I’ll destroy ye, take a hit of this first” and passed me on some poppers he obviously had had on him the entire time. After a little bit of rearranging and me fumbling with the plastic seal for a bit, we were finally set. I was doggy-style diagonally across the corner of the bed sticking out into the centre of the room. Davie was under me, sucking Blair’s and my cock at the same time. I took the first hit off of the newly opened bottle. The room started to spin a bit as I reached back to give them to Blair. Moments later when he had his hit and passed them on to Davie, I felt Blair’s cockhead at my asshole. At this stage the poppers were properly lighting up inside me and added to the weed and coke my ass was on fire. Blair (with Davie’s guidance), got his cock about halfway up when I needed another hit of poppers. I kept thinking this would have been easier with a bit more lube than what Pedro left. This time I said down to Davie, “I’m gonna finger your ass, and I want you to guide Blair in the same way I’m fingering you”. Then I licked my thumb and taking a deep hit of the poppers I guided it down to Davie’s spit-slick tunnel until I reached halfway, then I started to pull and push slowly working my way deeper into his well fucked hole. Seconds late I felt Blair’s cock push and pull inside me and I smiled, ‘that’s it, yeah!” Working in two more fingers I got the thumb, index and middle finger in to the second knuckle and started to gentle rock them in and out of Davie’s sphincter. Sure enough Davie got Blair to follow suit, and we soon had a decent rhythm going where I’d slow Blair down or speed him up depending on my finger-fucking of his lover. Davie wanted more and more of me in his ass, and his eagerness lead to me increasing the pace of my fingering and thus my own fucking. I’d say Davie had been fisted a few times, and if I had the right lube I would have tried it, but maybe next time. Blair’s cock, lubed with spit and Pedro’s cum, felt massive inside me, I could feel his cock swelling up against my insides. I quickened the pace once more pulling my fingers out and then shoving them roughly back in again. Davie grunted and then set to work getting Blair to copy my rhythm. Blair needed no encouragement. He thrust quicker and deeper into me, and as he got close to the point of no return, I grabbed my cock out of Davie’s mouth and pulled him around to face me. For a few seconds time stood still, as we locked gazes. Then Blair started to shout "oh fuck yeah" as pounded my ass while he came. I held to Davie and passionately kissed him while one handedly getting to cliamx myself. I felt that I could feel every drop of Blair’s juice’s swimming in my gut and while looking into Davie’s wonderful blue eyes, I started to lose it myself and cum a fullbody shuddering orgasm. I came all over Davie’s stomach and he chuckled at my orgasm face. Then, looking down at the jiz he frowned and said “pity, next time I want that inside me”. I smiled, raised and eyebrow and said “does that mean I have the room?”

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While Scott was cleaning and licking every inch of that black cock, i knelt down to play with his sloppy hole. It was warm and wet and I stuck two fingers in to play with the cum and to keep his hole hungry - although I knew that wasn't going to be a problem since Nate's load was tina-charged. Nate told us to continue having fun and that he had some errands to run and would check back with us later. I certainly hoped so because I wanted that raw black dick inside me. He left us the with the pipe, the lighter and a baggie of meth. As the door shut, I struck the lighter so Scott could tear open the bag to load the pipe. We were both rock fucking hard and passing the pipe back and forth. VerbaI piggy talk as i fucked his muscle butt....all cummy and sloppy. We hit the pipe again and decided it was time to for a scenery change. We agreed that if we came across some hot fuckers we'd stay at the sex club and drain some cock for a bit. If not, we'd head back to Scott's and play some more and log in to bbrt/a4a/scruff to hunt for bareback dick. There wasn't much of interest in the club, at least not in present view. So, we decided to head out. We're back at Scott's both high as fuck and we had two hot studs back to back with big dicks that wanted to pump bareback (even though the profiles said safe). Scott thinks he had at least 5 loads in by that point so I asked him to sit on my face and let me munch. I sucked that throbbing hole and ate as much nut as I could. When you think about it, it's really fucking hot to eat stranger's loads out of your buddy's muscle ass. I shared the cum remnants on my tongue for him and we kissed deeply when there was another knock on the door. Paolo was a neighbor in Scott's building and we'd all played a couple times. Always safe, unfortunately and never fucked up on tina. He said he saw horny and saw us both online and figured we were together. He was barely in the doorway before we had his pants down. A really sexy fucker with a thick Brazilian accent and a thick Brazilian cock. He was quite horned up so we knew we had a decent chance of getting him to bareback one of us. Scott was performing his usual deep throat magic while I was laying back on the bed staring into his eyes and fingering my fuzzy hole. He kept licking his lips and eventually nudged his way onto the bed and grabbed me by the ankles to line his raw cock up to my hole. He teased the tip and it felt so hot and I knew he wanted to shove it deep and breed my ass. He overthought it, though, and pulled back and hopped to his jeans to get a rubber. Obviously, I was disappointed but I still wanted Paolo's pole. And he clearly wanted my hole. He pounded the shit out of me for three or four minutes before blasting. My God I was so envious of that fucking rubber. As he pulled out, I gently grabbed his cock and the rubber and said I'd take care of it and darted off to the bathroom. Scott escorted our Brazilian stud out and joined me in the bathroom. Of course I saved the rubber with Paolo's huge cum wad. I emptied it onto Scott's tongue and we passionately made out for a few minutes sharing that tasty DNA. We knew it was time to kick it up a notch. And we wanted Nate back - or at least some other huge black cock. Like clockwork, we hear a text alert on Scott's phone. It's Nate and he's dropping a buddy off in the neighborhood and was wondering if we were still 'up'. Scott jokingly said to swing by his place before dropping his buddy off. There was a couple seconds of silence on the other end while Nate was probably pondering .... and finally said, "ok cool, we can drop by for a minute." We scrambled for a minute or two to clean up the condo a bit - you know how it can be in a sketchy state. And before we knew it, another knock on the door.....

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........

Part 3 As we pull up outside the house the front door opens and he steps out into the sunshine. Wearing shorts and a tee shirt he has an air of confidence about him as he walks to the car. His hair cut short barely revealing the salt and pepper hues, his body firm and trim. His shorts reveal the outline of his cock swinging as he walks. I decide there and then I made the right decision. With some nervousness I open the car door and stepped out into the heat. Pete walks over and without a word wrapped his arms around me and gave me a lovely bear hug. "It's so good that you're here, sorry I couldn't be at the airport to pick you up, I hope Steve took care of you?" "Oh yeah he took great care of me". He nodded and winked. "Come into the house, let's get you settled in" I told him I'd get my stuff from the car. "Don't worry, Steve will bring your bags in and unpack for you. Steve is my personal assistant, if you need anything and I'm not around you can ask him for anything and he will sort it for you, and I mean anything" Once we're inside the cool air of the house Pete grabs me and kisses me with a passion I haven't experienced in a long time, his tongue explored my mouth, I could feel his hardon pressing against me, I nearly dropped to my knees right there. He reaches round and with both hands grabs my arse and continues to kiss me. He pulls away from me "You must need to freshen up, come on". He steps away so I follow him through into a huge living room, tastefully furnished and airy. Down into a long corridor lit by a glass roof, it should be so hot but the air con manages to keep the house silently cool. Turning left we enter a bedroom with little furnishing other then a big bed, a cupboard and bed side tables. Off the bedroom is a huge bathroom. I see my toiletries have all been unpacked for me already, a little odd but I guess it's something I'm just not used to. Pete reaches in around the frosted glass wall of the shower and presses a button and multiple jets spray water in ever direction. "There you go, take your time, no rush. When you're finished come and find me and we'll have a dip in the pool". Giving me another deep kiss he leaves the room. Quickly I get my clothes off and step into the shower, the warm water soaks my hairy body quickly and feels so good after the long journey. I notice the douche nozzle hanging in one corner above the open drain, not knowing what's next I decide to make use of it. I turn around and back into the corner, checking the water coming from the nozzle I find its a perfect temperature so I aim it at my hole and slide it inside, the pressure builds so I pull it out and squat over the drain and let the water out. Repeating the process a few times I decide I'm clean and push the last drops of water out. Seeing my shower gel on the tiled shelf I start to soap myself up and enjoy the experience. I soap myself up again paying special attention to my cock and arse, the earlier booty bump making me enjoy it more than normal. Without warning I feel a hand run along my arse crack grazing over my hole, I shudder and let out a little moan. Strong arms wrap around me from behind and a voice whispers in my ear "I couldn't wait" His hand reaches back down to my soapy arse and slips a finger inside me, his hard cock pressed against me. "Hold on". He steps away and switches off the shower, disappears for a moment and comes back with a pipe, obviously packed with Tina, he sparks up the lighter, and hands me the pipe. I put it to my lips and he holds the flame under the bowl, as the smokes starts to creep out the top "breath in deeply and hold it until I tell you boy". The smoke fills my lungs and I hold it there. "Ok boy, let it out". A big white cloud surrounds us both before fading away. Three more hits like that and my buzz is getting higher. Pete firmly turns me around so I'm facing the wall and reaches between my checks again, every time he touches my hole it's like an electric shock. Taking a handful of gel he soaps my arse up again and caresses it so gently. I put my hands up against the wall in front of me and start to moan and then I start to beg, I need to feel Pete inside me. The Tina has really hit now, my whole body is alive with the stuff. Pete gently spreads my legs with his foot and I have that sensation that my hole is now exposed, "please fuck me" I sob. "Ok boy, as you ask so nicely". He wraps one arm around my neck and I feel the other hand go down to his cock, using one finger to guide it to my hole he rests the head at the opening, very gently he pushes his cock against my hole, the soapy suds let the head of his cock slip in easily and the head passes into me. Oh fuck, at last I have him in me, I've waited so long and now he's finally in my cunt. I want him to give me all of it but he just holds it there, his arm firmly around my neck, his other hand playing with my soft cock. "You want more ?, tell me how much you want it boy, persuade me to give you more" "Oh please, fuck me. I've wanted you for so long, please don't make me wait anymore. Please.........I want your cock so much.........I need you inside me..........please I'm begging you" "Good boy". And with that he slams the rest of his cock deep into my guts, pushing hard against my cheeks, almost knocking me off balance, even tho he's already all the way in he gives another hard shove that's make me almost cry out. My brain is on fire, all I can think of is the naked head of his cock rubbing my insides. You see bareback fucking isn't just a choice for me, it's a fetish, an utter obsession and that obsession is heightened even more when I'm on t. The thought of those little drops of precum oozing straight into my arse drives me crazy, skin on skin nothing between us, just as nature intended. Slowly and steadily he grinds in and out, sometimes all the way out sometimes just a little. The sensations in my hole are electrifying, I'm vaguely aware of us both making animalistic noises, but most of my mind is on his raw cock and my hole which not an hour before was taking shards of crystal, one thing I did know, I wanted more of both. I reach round with one hand to try and touch his cock, to touch a cock that's fucking me blows my mind, to feel it naked as it fucks into me, to feel the skin, every curve and contour slipping through my fingers into my arse. Pete pulls all the way out and the head slips between my fingers, I grip it at the entrance to my world and he pushes back inside. He repeats this for ages, getting the sensation of both my hand and my arse, I grip it even tighter. "I've been saving this load for two weeks boy, I'm not gonna last long, you want it ?" "Oh fuck yes please daddy, give me your spunk, make you yours" "You've been mine a long time, ever since I started manipulating you to come here, I've had this planned for months". With that he pulled my hand away and starts fucking me harder. Resting my head against the wall I reach back with both hands and spread my cheeks for him so he can get even deeper. I'm moaning like a fucking whore and then I hear Pete start to moan louder, his pace quickens and I'm sure I can actually feel his cock get harder. He's almost screaming as he slams into me and I beg him to cum, his cock starts to spew inside me, filling my guts with two weeks worth of spunk. He doesn't lose his pace at all, I know his cum is filling me up and being churned up and pushed deeper with each thrust. He begins to slow and finally he pulls his cock out, my hole suddenly feels incredibly empty and I sob a little as his cock finally leaves me. "Feel empty boy? I've got something for that". He pulls away and slips something inside me which makes the empty feeling a little less. He leads me from the shower and as I stand in front of the mirror I notice a black rubber tail poking out between my butt cheeks, I've give it a little flick and he smiles a wicked grin at me.

Book II Matt It had been just over a month since I got the message from Jeremy, and we had coffee, a lot had happened in that time, my little family had grown some, Jeremy, Steve and Sam had grown closer, They all but lived at my apartment and then Jeremy and Steve moved in with me, thus saving them some rent money. Although money was the least of our concerns as I had won the multi-state lotto and was now well set for the rest of my life, even after setting up a trust funds for Jeremy, Thom, Hank and Mario, my son and my nephews. Jeremy and Steve shared the guest room when they weren’t sharing my bed, Steve’s queen size bed made it a tight fit with the day bed in there but they somehow made it work. Sam loved to come and spend the night on weekends mostly because it was closer to his job and Steve was almost always willing to pick him up and bring him back to cuddle with us. Even after my tryst with Eli and Jess, I had remained healthy, no fuck flu, and although I still had a bag of cum ice cubes hidden in the freezer, I still had a fantasy about chasing. As Sam was showing more and more interest in Steve who would only fuck him safe, he so wanted to feel his cum inside his hole, so on Monday of the week before Spring break I rounded up the boys and we all went down to the clinic, and got tested for HIV, it was no surprise that Steve came up Poz, but we asked them to test his VL and his CD4 counts Jeremy, Sam and I came back negative and the doctor recommended PReP for all of us. I got the prescriptions and we took them to the pharmacy along with all the prescriptions for Steve to start on his meds, his test had shown a viral load of just under a million and his CD4 counts just above 300, it was time to keep our Norse god healthy. That night I asked the boys to take their PReP and started Steve on his drug cocktail. I sat Sam down and had a serious heart to heart with him, explaining that he was to take the pills every morning faithfully and then he could have as much sex with us as he desired, even take Steve raw if that is what he wished. He was overjoyed, and promised he would stay true to his PreP regimen and we would be proud of him. The boys had asked for the time off from their jobs and I had promised them a journey during spring break so after sending them to bed I started doing research of what things we could do. After making an itinerary I started booking flights to take us to our destinations. The next morning the boys were up and getting ready for school and work, Steve would drop Sam off at his high school then go to his own classes before reporting to his job, I would drop Jeremy off at school where he would attend his three classes before catching the shuttle to the mall and doing a 4 hour shift at A&F. I came home and had a meeting with Sean scheduled mid-morning out in the foothills, he had already shown me a dozen properties but none of them had fit exactly what I was looking for. I drove out to meet Sean, it was a gated estate so had to wait till he arrived where as he entered the entry code and we drove in his car up to the house on the property. It had a high fence surrounding the entire property and the drive was curved and had enough trees that shielded the house from the view of the gate, I was beginning to like this house. “Let’s take a quick stroll around the property, before we go in” He began his Real estate spiel and I followed around the side of the house it was a grand mansion built in the mid-fifties for some bank big wig who wanted his privacy so it was already 60 years old but showed potential. The back yard housed a couple grottos and a large swimming pool which needed repair but was nicely landscaped. I could picture having parties for the boys out here, Sean escorted me into a grotto and suddenly he no longer was the professional real estate agent but a starving boy in need of sexual gratification, the grotto was adorned with an old sofa and chairs, what appeared as a counter that could be used as a bar and a fire pit for those chillier nights. Sean loosened his tie “So you know all those times we chatted about hooking up at a vacant property and having sex, well now’s your chance” “Oh so you want to sway my opinion of the place but luring me into a sexual situation” “Yeah you have a problem with that” I answered by taking his face in my hands and passionately kissing him, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding his sport coat down over his shoulders and onto the sofa, removing his belt and unbuttoning his fly, sliding his pants down to his ankles he then dropped to his knees and pulled my cock from my pants, he sucked my cock for about 5 minutes to get me hard then spun me around and started eating my hole, I always love a good rim job and he was doing a really good job of getting my hole wet. He stood up and placed his dripping penis in my crack and started rubbing it up and down my hole while playing with my nipples and whispering in my ear “You want this big dick in your mancunt don’t you, you want to feel me deep inside you” About this time the head of his cock found my pucker and was pushing in slowly impaling me using just his spit and his pre-jizz to lube my hole it hurt just a little then he was inside and my hole was beginning to accommodate him “You like that big cock in your hole don’t you, you like being bred with a hard toxic Poz cock with a fresh batch of the virus don’t you” I stiffened up , tightening my hole around his cock then started riding him harder, making sure he got his pre cum in all my cracks and crevasses, he had said he was chasing in our various chats over the past couple of years and now he was giving me his bug or at least attempting to knock me up, he pounded me standing, doggie on the sofa then flipped me over on my back so I could see his face as he was shooting his Poz cum up my ass. He shot what seemed like buckets into my guts then pulled out and had me clean his cock off. “You get to cum when you are in the brotherhood” He pulled up his pants, buttoned his shirt, tightened his tie and adorned his sport coat, walking out of the grotto he looked over his shoulder “You coming for the rest of the tour?” I pulled my pants up and tucked in my shirt, I could feel cum seeping out of my hole staining my new pants with spooge and ass juice. I soon caught up with Sean and he proceeded to show me the acre or so around the exterior of the home then showed me the inside. He house had some good bones but had seen better days, a lot of patching and painting would be required. The rooms though were of perfect size and it was a 8 bedroom 5 bathroom house with a large kitchen and open concept family room it even had a separate playroom and den I was impressed but I was non-committal to Sean at the time, I wanted to bring Steve and Jeremy here to get their opinion, I arranged for an evening showing for the boys to view our next home, I especially wanted Steve’s input since he was studying construction design and interior space designs this semester. He wanted to become a architect and interior design space specialist. On our way out I kissed Sean and thanked him for his gift. It was already getting to be late afternoon and I had a cocktail date with Sam’s dad at 4:30 in the valley not far from their home. John and I had met up several times since my first session with Sam, not sure if his dad had let him in on our encounters but I knew I enjoyed having drinks with John and discussing Sam. John was about 6 years younger than me and was a prime specimen of a man, he had kept himself in top form, even though he did so much traveling, he must have an international gym membership. In all the times we had meet up I still couldn’t tell what team he played on, he would talk about seeing this girl or that then his attention would be drawn away for a second when a hot guy entered the bar or restaurant we were meeting in. Today I was going to discuss taking Sam with us on our Spring break get away. He greeted me as usual then he got a serious look on his face “I know you wanted to talk to me about taking Sam with you and Jeremy on spring break but I wanted to ask you something” “Ok go ahead” Almost under his breath “Have you been fucking my Sam? I found a bottle of travada on his bathroom counter this morning, and I wanted to know if you and Jeremy been fucking my boy” I was stunned that he asked, but I figured he was a smart man and was able to put two and two together, that and he didn’t seem angry “Um, yes we have, I hope you are all right with that” “Thank you for helping protect my son, think I might be able to come to dinner sometime with him I’d like to get to know Jeremy better if they are going to be Boyfriends, fuckbuddies or whatever” With that he started confessing to me on how he was sorry he couldn’t have been there more for Sam, but he felt if he was around his son as much as he wanted to be than something might have happened to make their relationship become strained, he didn’t come out and say it but I had the feeling he was trying to say he would like a opportunity to explore his sons sexuality more “so is Sam expected home soon?” “Actually Steve is picking him up from swim practice to take him to the mall” “Want to go back to your place for a night cap” I knew it was still Happy hour but I wanted to get back to Johns and test a theory, and John seemed interested in the idea. When we got to John and Sam’s apartment, I had barely made it in the door when John turned around out of the public’s view and kissed me rubbing his hands on my chest and groin, then he began undressing me as I fumbled with his clothing as well, we were soon naked in the living room making out and caressing each other. John dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth and began sucking, soon we were in a 69 position and we each had the others cocks buried in our throats, I was getting close when he rolled over and asked me to fuck him like I fucked his son. I worked my way around John then lifted his legs and positioned my penis at his back door, spitting on my palm I applied some to his sphincter then pushed my mushroom head into his ass, John moaned then I pushed my whole shaft into him, he looked up at me and smiled. I proceeded to slow fuck John slowly increasing my speed till I was jack hammering into him then I thrust one last time and exploded in his intestines coating them with my dick slime, he was moaning and talking dirty to me the whole time. I left Johns a little after 7:30 and headed home, a busy day indeed

Part 2 "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs." I looked at Steve, his face covered with dark stubble, his neck thick and strong. He's playing with his cock through his shorts, I can see the bulge quite clearly, like me he's obviously not wearing underwear. My eyes catch his again and he just raises he's eyebrows and looks down to my shorts. Well I know Pete has paid a lot of money to get me here and this is obviously the start of me doing as I'm told. So I undo the tie holding my shorts up and push them down, I hadn't realised just how hard I'd gotten and my cock springs out, my PA just peeking out the end of my foreskin. I spread my legs as wide as I can, my shorts tight around my ankles. "Step out of one leg for me, shift your ass forward on the seat and spread those legs wide". I do as I'm told and now my hole is exposed right on the edge of the seat and I realise why the seat was pushed so far back when I got in the car, this was obviously planned. Steve slides his finger in his mouth and covers it with spit. Leaning over he reaches between my legs and finds my hole through the hair and rubs the spit around, I can feel my hole relax and then he just slides right in, his finger opening me up a little before he slides a second one in. Slowly he pulls his fingers out and grabs the bag of T, fuck I know what's coming. He opens the bag, spit on his fingers again and reaches in, he rummages around and next thing I know he's showing me two big shards on his index finger, he smiles and reaches down between my legs. "Spread your cheeks for me, don't wanna drop this shit". I do as I'm told and with both hands pull my cheeks apart. I can feel his middle finger finding my hole and then his other finger pushes the crystals inside me. As his finger swirls around inside me I suddenly start to feel the burn. His second finger joins the first and he's stirring around in my guts and I know the stuff is dissolving inside me, I can feel the warmth and then I feel it start to spread. I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes, not sure how long I stayed like that but I'm enjoying a nice gentle rush sweeping over my entire body. Steve seemed to be enjoying my hole, another finger goes in and now he's really stretching me. I lift my legs up, one foot against the door the other on the centre console, Steve pulls out and gets another shard then brings his hand under my leg and quickly he's pushing back inside me, stirring the third shard around inside me. My groans fill the car and I want more now, I need more than just his fingers. Devastated he pulls out, leans back and looks over at me and smiles "Petes gonna love your hole" He's got his cock out now and he's holding it and beckoning me to it with his eyes. Leaning over I take hold of it and admire it for a while, cut as to be expected, and there's a single drop of precum which I quickly lick off with a swipe of my tongue, tastes sweet. I can't wait anymore and I open my lips slightly and try to take as much in my mouth as I can. By now the Tina is flowing through my body and I'm hungry for it, my whole body craves cock, I don't just want it, I need it. I begin to suck his cock with all the skills I can, using my tongue and the roof of my mouth to stimulate the head and Steve is moaning, I think I'm doing well. Letting his cock free I look up at him and ask him to fuck me, well not so much ask as beg. "With time boy but not now, Pete will be your first not me, so suck my cock". With that he pushes my head back down on his cock, well if he won't fuck me I'm sure as hell gonna get his load in my mouth. I didn't have to wait long, I can hear him moaning louder, his cock seems to get even harder so I pick up my pace desperate for that taste. With an animal like groan I feel his cock pulse as glob after glob of creamy cum fills my mouth, eagerly I swallow it all down savouring the taste. Steve pushes me away and tucks his cock back in his shorts. "Well done, get yaself sorted and let's go see Pete". Reluctantly I pull my shorts back up and shift myself back on the seat. My head swimming with thoughts of what just happened and that craving for cock. Steve starts the engine and without saying a word pulls back out onto the road and heads around the edge of town and we start to climb a little. This is obviously a good neighbourhood, houses stand way back from the road behind gates, giving a sense of mystery to who lives there. I'm assuming this is just part of my tour of the sites, so I just relax and gaze out the window at the passing houses. Steve suddenly slows the car and swings the car round and pulls up in front of a pair of big heavy wooden gates, he punches a number into a little keypad on a pole, and silently the gates swing open revealing a long driveway leading to single story house that looks like something out of a movie - surely this isn't Petes place ?

I think a poz teen is hot

I came to and I was on a bed again. Except this time I was tied to it. My wrists were bound with rope above my head. My feet were tied to the end of the bed. I couldn’t move. And I was bollock naked apart from a rubber cock ring. My cock was hard and dripping precum. My head was buzzing from whatever chems he had given me. My body felt warm. I was sweating. “Wakey wakey cunt boi.” I looked up and saw Peter watching me. He was standing at the end of the bed. He was also bollock naked. His cock was hard and dripping as well. I wanted him to slide it down my throat and deep into my arse. He walked around the bed and climbed on and straddled me. It was almost as if he was reading my mind. I moaned as I saw his cock inches from my face. I leaned forward hungrily. “No.” He slapped my face really hard. My eyes started to water. He laughed. “You suck my cock when I tell you. Understand?” I nodded and said yes. He smiled and pulled a small box from under the pillow. “Candy time.” He pulled out a couple of pills and pushed one into my mouth. He grabbed my jaw making me open my mouth and then gobbed into it. I swallowed gob and pill greedily. Then he pulled out a bullet. Clearly it was ketamine. I loved ketamine but was always wary of it having taken too much once and ended up in a k-hole. He twisted the spindle once. Twice. I wimpered. He pushed the bullet up my nose and looked at me. I breathed in and the k hit the back of my throat. It burned. He then swallowed his pill and took two bumps of k. Then he leaned down and kissed me. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the k in our spit. I felt his hard cock rubbing against my chest and abs. Fuck it felt good. He pulled away and started stroking my cock. As I watched he gently but insistently pulled and rubbed it. And then suddenly my cock was in his mouth. I moaned and pushed my hips up. He didn’t resist and as I watched he literally gorged on my cock and balls. The chems were beginning to take effect as I was lost in the intensity of his mouth and tongue on my cock. He focused his attention on the head and I moaned loudly as he worked the most sensitive part. I could feel precum spurting down my shaft and heard him lapping it up. Just as suddenly he stopped and jumped off the bed. He went to the table and when he returned he was holding a small holdall. I smiled at him as straddled my legs. “Time to get you opened up boi for my cock,” he said. I nodded eagerly as he told me how he was going to stretch my tight hole with his cock and breed me. Fill me with his cum and then keep fucking me. He pulled a shiny silver butt plug from the bag. It didn’t look as big as the first one as he licked it. It felt cold against my arse as he slid it into my hole. The cold felt good in my arse and I moaned again. He leaned forward and fed me some poppers. He rummaged in the bag again and started talking again. “It’s too easy to stretch your hole with a dildo don’t you think?” I tried to focus on what he was saying as he pulled some small boxes out of the bag. “I think making your muscles relax beyond the sphincter is just as important.” I looked at the boxes. They had wires attached. I didn’t understand. “I find this method much more enjoyable. For me. For you it depends.” I watched as he attached the wires to the butt plug in my arse and then to the small black box. He leaned down and kissed me. “Play time.” As I watched his hand found the small dial on the box and turned it slightly. I heard a buzzing and at the same time my arse started to tingle. I moaned. He turned the dial again and the tingling intensified. It was spreading from my arse up my body and into my balls. He turned the dial again. My arse jolted from the increased charge and a shock went through my body. My eyes widened and I gasped. It felt incredible. He put the box down and started to slowly wank my cock. The feeling was incredible and I moaned loudly as he pulled my foreskin back and started to stroke the head of my cock with his thumb. He stopped and turned down the dial to rummage in the backpack again. “Good boy. You liked that didn’t you?” I nodded. “I wonder what you will make of this?” He pulled out a long piece of silver – like a nail – and a bottle of lube and smiled at me. As I watched he straddled my legs again and reached under the pillow. He pulled out a cloth and stuffed it in my mouth. Then he grabbed my cock. I froze as I watched the silver nail approach the head of my cock. “Don’t move,” he whispered. He squeezed the head of my cock and slid the tip of the nail into the head. I screamed into the cloth. “DON’T MOVE!” he yelled. As I watched he pushed the nail into my cock. I could feel it sliding down millimeter by millimeter. As it opened up my cock. Finally he stopped. All I could see was the head of nail. “Good boi. I am impressed.” I let out a deep breath. Then he picked up the black box again and turned the dial. The humming was followed by the same tingling but this time I could feel the tingling inside my cock. I gasped from the strange sensation in my cock and arse at the same time. My master leaned down and started to squeeze my balls making me moan even louder as it intensified the feeling in my cock. I closed my eyes as the sensations took over my body. I could feel my heart pumping hard, and blood rushing through my ears. I was sweating so much I was lying in a pool of sweat making me realize I was lying on a rubber sheet. Then as I watched Peter leaned down and took my cock in his mouth. The feeling was too much and I yelled out as I felt his hot tongue on my shaft. He turned up the dial again as he sucked my cock making my cock jerk and creating an excruciating sensation as my cock tugged against the nail inside it. My balls were tingling as if I was about to shoot a wad but nothing happened. I was on the verge of orgasm and could do nothing about it. He pushed the butt plug into my arse sending waves of feeling deep into my gut. I could literally feel my arse widening. Widening for his raw cock. At this point I realized that Peter was in complete control. He was my master.

Part VI I woke up and something felt different. It took a few seconds to realise that I wasn't bound up. Or gagged. I opened my eyes and saw Peter gazing down at me. I stiffened. He laughed. "Break time fuck Boi. I think you have deserved it." He leaned down and kissed me. His breath was minty and he gently prised my mouth open with his tongue and gave me the most sensual kiss. My mouth opened eagerly to take his tongue and I felt his hand between my legs gently pulling and kneading my balls. I moaned as his hand found my hard cock and stroked it. He lifted himself over my as he kissed and rested on top of my. I felt his massive and rigid cock against mine as he lay on top of me. I was powerless to move as his arms wrapped round me and we kissed. And kissed. He pulled back and formed a ball of spit in his mouth. I parted my lips to receive it and swallowed it. He was gently rubbing up as down me as he buried his face in my neck, licking and kissing. I closed my eyes. When I opened them he had a phial in his hand. I smiled as he tipped the contents down my throat. And watched as he swallowed his own phial. He leaned forward and handed me a bottle of poppers. I took a series of deep, long snorts and then he pulled away and lifted my legs into the air. I watched as he parted my cheeks then his face disappeared between them. I gasped as I felt his tongue lap against my hole. He moaned as his tongue licked the groove on my arse, pushing against my arsehole. He gobbed on it and licked and sucked with increasing intensity. He pulled my cheeks apart and gorged. His tongue felt amazing as it probed and pushed into my arse. I felt his finger prise by hole apart and was amazed how deep his tongue dug into my hole. Whatever he had give me was working. I felt warm and hazy. My cock was dripping precum on my face and I wiped it up with my fingers and licked it off. He was licking and chewing my arsehole. Every so often gobbing and feeding his spit into my hole. My hands reached up and pulled my arse even wider. He leaned deep into my hole and pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go. I felt my muscles tighten around his tongue as he pushed it deeper. He pulled his tongue out and lapped my cheeks and groove. I moaned. He fell back grabbing me as he went and in one slick movement I was riding his face. I gasped as he drove his tongue even deeper into my arse. He grabbed my hands and held them at my side as I rode his tongue. Every so often he would pull me back and chew and lick my balls. I closed my eyes, lost in the incredible feeling of pleasure. Suddenly he pulled me forward and I felt my cock slide into his mouth. The tip of his tongue swirled around the head of my cock and he expertly pushed my foreskin all the way back. I squirmed as he focused on the sensitive head making me spurt precum into his mouth. He licked and swallowed the shaft, not once gagging. I still couldn't move as he held my hands but I didn't care. It felt so beautiful as he alternated between sucking my cock and eating out my arse. I lost all sense of time until he stopped and pushed me back onto the bed. Suddenly we were kissing again. Deeply. Passionately. He stroked my hair. Licked my pits. He was totally focused on me. He pulled my legs up again and focused on my hole again with his tongue. He lowered my hips slightly and rubbed his cock against my hole. It felt huge. He rubbed his cock against my hole as he kissed me. I pulled away scared it was too big. He whispered in my ear not to worry. He would take his time. I looked down at his cock. He was slowly wanking it. It was huge. The head was massive. Glistening and red. Precum was dripping from it. He wiped the precum from its head and fed it to me. It tasted so salty. He whispered that he would take it slow. He wouldn't hurt me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. He lifted my legs again and said he wanted to taste my arse again. I hungrily lifted my hips wanting to feel his tongue in my hole. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head and moved too quickly for me to stop him as he suddenly rammed his cock into my hole. I screamed and buckled as I felt his thick hard cock rip past my sphincter and deep into my hole. I heard him laugh as he pushed it deep into my hole. The pain was unbearable. I felt him grab my chin and I opened my eyes. He was glaring at me. "You little fucker. Think I was going to treat you nice?" It had been a ruse. His cock was ripping into my arse as he rammed his cock in and out of my hole. I couldn't move. The pain - the incredible pain - was all I could focus on. He stared into my eyes as he took my arse with his thick cock. I was so tight and unrelated it felt like my guts were being shredded. I begged him to stop and he just laughed and gobbed in my face. He pulled out and I let out a sigh just as he rammed back into me deeper than before. I screamed again and his hand came up and slapped me hard across the face once. Twice. Three times. He pulled out and pulled me to my feet. I whimpered. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me away from the bed. I screamed as I slipped. He didn't stop. He dragged me across the room swearing at me and flung me against the wall. I hit it with a massive thud and slid down it. He picked me up and ordered me to stand against it. I was crying. Begging him to stop. He pushed my face into the wall and kicked my feet apart. He pulls my arms behind my back and screamed as he pulled them tight and high. He leaned into my ear. "You fucking little cunt. Stop snivelling. Don't fucking come hear and think you can say .Stop'. Who the fucked do you think you are?!" He pulled my arms even higher and I screamed. He slapped the back of my head. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! You're a runt. You're here to be used. You can't leave now. It's too late. I'm going to fuck you up. Yeah really fuck you up." He kicked my feet from under me and I collapsed. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me across the floor, I desperately scrabbled to grab anything to stop him but there was nothing to hold onto. I was crying. Begging him to stop. Praying it wasn't really happening. He reached down and picked me up and stood me up. I tried to get away and his fist landed in my stomach. I doubled over but couldn't scream as there was no air in my body. Stunned I was powerless as he manacled my hands and feet. Tears had blinded my vision and I was sweating with fear. Shaking. This wasn't happening. It was wrong. I wanted it to stop. I was chained to a x frame. He was rummaging in a bag and produced a ball gag. I opened my mouth to scream and he wedged it in and slapped my face again. My ears were ringing. He produced another phial and fed it to me through a hole in the gag before moving round to stand behind me. I felt his hand on my arse. I tightened my buttocks. He laughed as he forced a finger into my hole. Unlubed it sent a wave of pain through my body. "I'm so disappointed in you Cunt Boi. I thought you'd be able to take my cock. So now we're going to have to do this the hard way." I shook my head. I wanted out. I wanted it to stop. I flinched as he traced a finger down my back. "I thought you'd be more experienced. Better. But no. So now I have to waste my time. But it won't really be wasted. I'm going to break you. I'm going to reduce you to a fuck doll." I was crying. "That's what you wanted wasn't it? All those lonely nights in your cold flat. Dreaming about being with me. Being fucked by me. Cumming in you." He laughed. "You sad deluded fuck. How could you think it was going to be any other way?" His hand slipped to my arse again and I felt him push my hole open and slide something in. A pill. I moaned. "Just a little something. We've got time." He walked to face me. I looked at him. I was scared but couldn't help looking at his body and his cock. He was so hard it was standing almost against his six pack, precum literally dripping from the head. He turned and walked away. I waited for the black out. Nothing. I heard a doorbell. He disappeared and I heard the door open. Voices. I craned my head to hear what was being said. Nothing. The door closed. Peter returned. Behind him was another man. A black guy. My eyes widened. He was about 6'5" and built like a brick shithouse. He took one look at me and smiled. "Entertaining?" Peter laughed and nodded. The black guy reached into his backpack and pulled out a bag. It was full of phials, toke bags and pills. "This enough?" Peter nodded and reached into the bag and grabbed a roll of money and handed it to the guy who slipped it into his pocket. Peter sat down and began emptying the bag on the table. The guy turned to leave and then stopped. "Mind if I have some?" Peter looked up. "Nah. Go ahead. I ain't using him." The guy turned to me and pulled open his fly and pulled out his cock. My eyes bulged as I saw it harden. It wasn't as big as Peter's but it was fucking thick. I screamed into the ball gag as he walked behind me. Peter leaned back in his chair and winked.

Part V (d) He walked back to the back and pulled out another bottle of water and two smaller phials. He attached the tube to the ball gag and once again I was forced to drink a litre of water. I greedily gulped it down as he stroked my abs and cock through my speedos. I was slick with sweat and in my speedos, precum. So wet I could smell it. I was so turned on. He dropped the bottled and flipped open a phial. As he poured it down the tube he whispered to me. "Are you going to be a good Cunt Boi? Can I take off the ball gag?" I nodded vigorously. I wanted my mouth free. I wanted to taste him. Lick him. Suck him. He clicked open the second phial and drank it himself. He flung both of them to the floor. He reached round and pulled the rubber strap restraining the gag. He eased it out of the mouth. I stretch my jaw and licked my lips. Good this felt good. He grabbed my face and pushed his tongue my throat before I could react. His tongue crushed my own beneath it. I could taste his spit and the bitter taste of the liquid in his mouth. I kissed him back, lost in the suddenly sensuality of the moment. His hands reached round and slid into my speedos. My arse was so sweaty. His fingers probed my hole then reach round to cup my balls. He stopped kissing me and started at me. "A point. Shaved balls. A nice hairy crack. Another point." He reached up and released the leash and dragged me towards the other door. He kicked it open with one foot. It was a dining room. A normal dining room. He led me to the table and pushed me against it and kicked my legs apart. The drugs were kicking in. I felt elated. My heart was racing. Everything I looked at seemed sharply etched. The colours bright and vibrant. I didn't resist as I felt him manacle my feet and wrists. He undid the leash. He pulled down my speedos and exposed my arse. The cold air felt good. I heard a click. I felt slight pressure on the butt plug and tensed. I felt him twist it in my arse and moaned from the intensity of the feeling. He grunted. I only noticed the other bag when he reached down to retrieve another length of pipe. I felt gentle pressure against my arse and then felt some tubing in my arse. I pushed against it. He laughed. "That's it my sweaty whore." I suddenly felt cold liquid leak into my arse. Fuck it felt amazing. It seemed to chill my arse. My cock jumped to attention. I gasped. So cold. Too cold. My fists involuntarily clenched as the cold turned to freezing. I began to double up as the heat of my body reacted to the increasing freeze in my arse. I wanted to tell him to stop but remembered what he had said. I gritted my teeth. I started to breathe out to counter the intensity of the feeling. Nothing worked. "How does that feel? Cold? Freezing? Painful?" I moaned and blew air out of lungs. Phlegm and spit erupted from my mouth. I moaned as the temperature dropped another notch. My legs were shaking. "That's it boy. Feel it. It's just water." I shook my head. It couldn't just be water. I'd had ice cubes pushed up my arse before but this was so much more intense. And cold. I actually couldn't feel the butt plug anymore. He chuckled. "Good Boi. I'd have thought you would have begged me to stop. A point. That's three. It's just water. Oh. And a bit of Deep Freeze mixed it." I gasped and slumped forward. Fucking hell! The liquid in my arse continued to drop in temperature. It felt like my arse itself was being frozen. I struggled against the manacles. Pointlessly. He pulled the tube from my arse and slapped my left arse cheek. I yelled out. The pain! Not on my arse but inside. He laughed as he pulled up my speedos. "Come on pussy boy. This is nothing. It'll warm up." He came into view. He was sweating so much it was leaving a trail as he walked. He pulled a bottle from the bag and started drinking. Half way through he stopped and as I watched he poured the rest over his head. It cascaded down his body. My god he was beautiful. He leaned against the table and looked at me. "I'm impressed." He pushed himself away from the table. He pulled another bottle of poppers from the bag and opened them. He took two deep sniffs and then fed me. Once. Twice. Three, four, five times. Every time I tried to,pull away he slapped my face. Increasingly hard. I learned to obey. It took all my will power to stay standing. I leaned against the table. My arms and legs ached. I had no idea how long I had been tied up. I was oblivious to anything apart from the sensations in my arse and the hardness of my cock. I suddenly looked up. He'd disappeared. I turned my head. Where the fuck was he. I heard the door open again. He reappeared with my mate. I gritted my teeth as a flash of anger welled through me. He led him to the table. He was grinning. He was in a black jock. That was it. Peter pushed him towards me. He walked around me. Inspecting me. I felt his hands touch my body. I gasped. It felt good. His hand slipped to my cock and he rubbed it through the lycra. He leaned down and licked my crotch. I moaned. He walked behind me and I felt his tongue licked the sweat from my back. I shivered. His hand found the butt plug and gently pushed against it. The mere touch sent waves of coldness through my gut. I grunted. "Stop." He stopped and returned to Peter who stroked his hair and kissed him gently. "I know what baby wants." My mate grinned and nodded. Peter pushed him against the table opposite me and stood behind him. He grabbed the poppers and took a succession of drags. Peter lowered himself and as I watched my mate's face was flooded with pleasure. Peter was rimming him out. I could actually hear his tongue as it lapped against my mate's hole. A hole I knew only too well from nights out when we'd gone home together and played with each other's arse. It was always shaved. Pink. I loved rimming him. Anger flashed through me again. Why him!?! What the fuck was he doing here. I couldn't but watch. My mate's eyes were closed. He was breathing heavily. Gasping. And clearly grinding his arse into Peter's face. His hand was on his own hard cock, wanking it. "ENOUGH!" I froze. My mate froze. Peter stood up. "What did you say?" I shook my head. "What. Did. You. Say?" I looked down at the table. I heard a thud. I looked up. My mate was bent forward and groaning. "WHAT DID YOU SAY!" He pulled my mate up by his hair and he screamed. Peter put a hand around his throat and started squeezing. My mate tried to struggle. Peter's other arm restrained him. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY TO ME!" My mate's eyes were bulging. I struggled against my manacles. This wasn't happening. It had to stop. And stop now. "Sorry." Peter did not stop. My mate was gurgling. Jesus. "SORRY." Peter released my mate, swung him round and landed a hard punch into his gut. He collapsed. I could hear him gasping for breath but couldn't see him. Peter strode up to me. I could see the anger in his eyes. I struggled against the manacles. I was scared. His hand came up and smacked me across the face. He grabbed me by the throat. "You fucking runt. How dare you presume to speak. Or order me." His grip tightened. I felt him crushing my windpipe. "You came here thinking you knew what you were letting yourself in for. You presumptuous little fucker. I know who you are. Your tidy little flat. Your 9-5 job. Thinking you're clever for the double life of sleaze you think you have." He let go and I leaned forward to catch my breath. "You've no fucking idea. I'm here to teach you a lesson. I'll teach you to think you know what you want. By the time I've finished with you I'll have put your pathetic life into a new perspective." He spun around and leaned down over my friend. He dragged him back to the other room. I heard a door slam. He returned and rummaged in the bag. He pulled out another phial. He flipped it open and walked up to me. He raised it to my lips. I looked into his eyes and saw something that scared me more than anything. Pure hatred. I turned my head away. With his other hand he pulled my face back to the phial and forced it between my teeth. He pulled my head back and emptied the contents into my mouth and dropped the phial. He quickly reached up and blocked my nose. I was forced to swallow. Blackness enveloped me.

Part V © I watched as my mate continued to gorge himself on my master's cock. Only in my min's eye could I imagine it as he writhed in the pleasure he was clearly receiving as he took hit after hit of poppers, moaning all the phrases that I wanted him to say to me. Struggling was useless. I sat there mute, slumped over in defeat. Finally he pulled my mate off his cock and clearly pushed himself back into the pouch of the jock. He leaned down and whispered to my mate. "Good cunt. Almost worth having you do it again." My mate sighed and gazed up. "Thank you Master Peter. Thank you." Peter! His named was Peter. I moaned with pleasure as I discovered something new about my mater. Peter looked up and realised what had happened. Before he could react a fist smashed into my mate's face, pushing him to the ground. Peter grabbed him by an ankle and dragged him back into the bedroom. The door slammed shut. Silence. Then I heard dull thuds. I shuddered. The door opened and my master came out alone. He strode up to me and grabbed my chin. "Okay cunt Boi. What next?" I moaned in expectations and fear. My heart was racing and every touch was like an electric shock through my body. My cock was so hard and wet. I was sweating. He stood up and pulled my head back by my hair. I screamed from the pain. He straddled me and pushed his crotch into my chest. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my stomach. He looked deep into my eyes. "Playtime" he whispered. He leaned over me. It forced his pit into my face. I breathed in deeply. My god he smelled good. Sweaty. Musky. I wanted to lick it. He unfastened the leash from the chair and swung behind me. In one fluid movement he undid my arms and then my feet and pulled me off the chair. The blood rushed to my feet and I almost collapsed. He kept me upright and moved me away from the chair. He held on to the leash and moved round to face me. I dared to look at him. His pupils were dilated from whatever he had taken and there was a light sheen of sweat all over his body making his muscles glisten. I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled me over to the sofa and forced me across he. I felt him straddle me, his cock pushing against my speedo clad arse. I pushed back, grinding my butt against him. He smacked me hard on the back of the head. "No Cunt Boi. You do as you are told." I whimpered and moved my arse away from his cock. I saw a hand reach down along the sofa and recover the toke bag. Then I felt a finger trace down my back. I moaned from the simple intensity of his touch. Once agin I felt his finger trace down to the top of my speedos and thens pull down the top of my trunks. This time he kept pulling until my arse was exposed. Then he stopped. I didn't dare turn around. His breathing was heavy. I could hear and feel it. Suddenly the most incredibly pain hit my arse hole. I struggled to get away but he leaned into me and held me down. My arse buckled as I felt his finger invade my tight arse. And now I realised why the pain was so intense. It was still sore from the rough fucking of the weekend before. I closed my eyes from the pain and saw lights across my eyelids. I screamed into the ball gag as his finger tore into my tight hole. Plunging it and ripping my hole sideways. Just as suddenly he pulled out. I heard him open the toke bag. I moaned and clenched my arse. He laughed and suddenly the searing pain again as he pushed something up my arse. He leaned forward. "One." I moaned as I heard him open the toke back again before brutally ramming his finger back into my butt. "Two." I could feel two objects - pills - up my arse. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me across the floor. In my mind I was praying for him to stop. He hoisted me up and fastened the leash to something and pulled. I felt myself rise up off the ground until I was precariously balanced on my tip toes like some grotesque ballet dancer. He walked back to the bag and reached down to retrieve something. He turned around and was holding a black butt plug. I looked at him as he approached. I couldn't move and he knew it. He spun me round. Hard. Then grabbed me and stopped and spun me the other way. The pulled me to a stop again. He walked around me and before I could relax he rammed the butt plug into my hold. God how I screamed. No lube. No poppers. No time to react. I felt the butt plug pushed deep into my hole, ripping against the sides of my arse. Then he pulled up my speedos. He returned to face me. "A point I think. Your arse is so tight. I'm going to enjoy breaking you in." He smiled and retrieved the poppers from his pocket. He flipped them open and took a deep, deep swag. I eyed them enviously. He lifted them almost to my nose then removed them. "No." He started walking around me. I tried to follow him round as he started talking. "Time to start testing you. I'm not sure you're up to this. I think you'll not last. But first a few rules." I turned and grabbed me around the waist. "Control word. Simple. There isn't one. Why would there be? I'm in control not you. Why give you control at all. You try and stop me and I'll only be harder. Hurt you more. So don't scream or moan or beg me to stop. If you do I either won't or I'll throw you out naked." He spun me round and kept talking. "No. No more rules. There are no rules. I am the rule." Suddenly I winced as a pain shot through my stomach. I automatically crunched up my legs to lessen it. He stopped me spinning. "I see it's working. Good. All whore boys have had an e pushed up their srse but I'll let you into a,it'll secret." He grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms. I sighed as I felt his hard, sweaty body against mine. I suddenly felt safe. I felt his tongue trace along my jaw and to my ear. I shivered at his sensuous touch. He leaned in further. I could feel his hard clock against mine. I didn't dare move. "The second pill. The one you just felt is a pure caffeine tablet. Like the ones you use to stay awake. It dissolves more quickly and reacts with this e. It's an interesting combination." As he said it I started to feel something happening deep in my arse. He was right, I had had an e pushed up my arse. Who hadn't. But he was also right that this was different. I could feel the slow build up of the e as it dissolved but something else was kicking in. Something more intense. I could acutely feel the butt plug in my arse but it felt strange. Alien. It felt like it was growing larger. Impossible. "Now you will be feeling something completely new." I nodded. "Like your arse is shrinking." I nodded again. "That's the caffeine. It's making your muscles tighten. What's interesting isn't that it'll make your arse tight enough to fuck but ..." And he leaned in ... "Imagine how it will feel as I pull that butt plug out." He stepped away and wiped the sweat from his face. He sighed and stretched and pull off his harness. He dropped it to the ground. He stood before me and slowly undid the belt holding up his chaps. "I think you deserve a little something for your patience." He undid the zips of his chaps and pulled them off. He turned around and bent over. I moaned as I watched the muscles in his arse flex and bulge and he undid his boots and kicked them off. He turned around to face me in his jock. He stretched his arms over his head allowing me to drink in the sight of his torso as it rippled. The e was taking effect. I gazed at him longingly. All I could think of was licking his body all over. Worshipping every inch. I needed him. He walked toward me. He unclipped the poppers and took a deepmsniff. He pulled me closed. His mouth touched the end of the ball gag and he breath out down the tube. My mouth and lungs filled with his poppered breath. Before I could react he sucked the air back into his mouth. And then back. I started to get dizzy. His hand reached up and pinched my nose. I panicked and began to struggle as I fought for fresh air. I looked at him. His eyes were closed. He was holding me so tightly. I saw spots before my eyes. He suddenly released and I dragged fresh air into my lungs. He stepped back and looked at me. His eyes were wild. "Oh yeah. Play time. Big time." He reached to grab me.

Part III a I don't exactly remember getting home. Even now I have flashes of images but nothing concrete. Picking myself off the floor. Re-entering the main club. Collecting my clothes. Falling into a taxi. But nothing definite. But I do remember waking up the next morning. Sore. Battered. And when I looked in the mirror, bruised. There were finger marks around my waist where I had been held as I had been fucked. My arse was incredibly sore. I touched it gently and winced. And my cock was sore. I knew that because it was still erect. And that was the thing. Despite everything that had happened. Everything that had been done to me. The thought of it made me hard. In fact the first thing I had done when I had woken up was have a wank. Despite the pain of touching my hard shaft. Despite the pain as my spunk flew out of the head of my swollen cock. I had wanked and remembered every single moment of my abuse. Even a long hot bath didn't ease the pain I felt. And it also didn't dampen the exhilaration that I felt inside. Or the fact that my cock simply wouldn't go down. So I gave in to it. I opened a fresh bottle of poppers and lay in bed all Sunday. I watched the hardest, dirtiest porn I could. Bareback. Piss. Groups. I wanked. I ate my own cum. I fingered my sore arse. I contemplated a dildo but even the touch of its plastic head against my hole put me off. I didn't think I would be fucked for a while. By Sunday night I was exhausted. And cum dry. And finally I fell asleep. I don't remember my dreams but I woke up the next morning refreshed. And my cock had gone down but it was still sore. I looked at myself in the mirror. My lip was still swollen and the bruising around my waist had faded. I got dressed for work. I didn't want to but I had recently been promoted and I didn't think it was wise to call in sick so soon. I locked up my flat and headed for the tube. I was relatively early so knew the trains wouldn't be too full. Perhaps if I got in early I could leave a bit earlier too. I got into the lift at the station and walked on to the platform. Normally I would look at the men around me and work out which ones I would have sex with. Today I couldn't. My mind was blank. So numb. I hadn't even processed what had happened on Saturday night. And when I tried my cock started to harden. And that hurt too much. So I let my mind go blank. The train arrived and I got on. There were no seats so I stood at the end and leaned on the connecting door. I closed my eyes. I was tired. I should have stayed home. I could feel myself falling asleep. The train pulled into the next station and more people got on. I was pushed back against the door. I winced as my bruises reacted against the pressure. I closed my eyes again and tried to ignore the crush. I hated commuting and promised that I would start cycling to work again. Suddenly I felt a hand brush my crotch. The train was crowded. It was clearly an accident so I closed my eyes once more. It happened again. And this time it was more insistent. I looked up. It was him. I couldn't believe it. Where had he come from? Had he followed me onto the train? Had he just got on? He glared at me and I looked down. His hand was balled into a fist and he was rubbing it against my crotch. As the train jostled he pushed it harder and harder. My cock - of its own accord - grew hard in my trousers. I winced from the pain. I looked up again. He wasn't even looking. He looked for all the world to see as if he was listening to his music. But I could see a hard look on his face. I dropped my hand and touched his fist. Suddenly I felt a foot crush my shoe. I yelped. The pressure didn't ease on my foot. It pressed down harder. Deliberately. I moved my hand away and looked up. He was glaring at me. I dropped my hands to my side. I felt his hand unball and start to knead my aching cock hard and cruelly. I tried to push it away and again his foot crushed my shoe. The train lurched and he pushed up against me. I was powerless. I felt his hand expertly pull down my fly and enter my trousers. I moaned as he yanked my cock hard. Really hard. And out of my trousers. I panicked and looked around. I was sure someone could see. He was yanking - not wanking - my cock hard. He was pulling my foreskin back and now I regretted all the wanking from the night before. His foot stayed pressed on my shoe. Applying pressure and pain. I closed my eyes. I was scared. Suddenly it all stopped. The train had pulled into the next station and he was moving away. I stood there confused. And then I realised that most people were getting it. I quickly grabbed my cock and forced it back into my trousers. God it hurt so much. I looked up as he pushed passed. He took one look at me and winked and with expert grace he dropped something into my lapel pocket. And then he was gone. The doors closed behind him and the train started moving away. He was standing on the platform starting at me. And then he was gone. I slumped against the connecting door. My cock was swollen in my trousers. And I could feel precum leaking into my pants. Suddenly I remembered and pulled a piece of folded paper from my pocket and opened it. It was typed. "Did you not think I wouldn't find you? You are mine cunt. I bet you've been wanking all weekend. Did I say you could? May be I won't bother with you again. You are pathetic. But perhaps one more chance. Be at the gym tonight at 8.00pm. Wear a singlet. Shorts. Blue. A jock. Do not talk to me. Do not look at me. Just obey me."

Chapter 3 Man that tight little marine knew how to work his ass, combined with the best coke available anywhere my nuts soon began that familiar tightening. Watching the marine’s abs flex as he bounced faster and faster on my meat milking out my load and begging me to cum in his hole. As my need increased I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down onto my cock and balls I blasted another big dirty load into his previously clean hole. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into little man, cause there’s no going back”. He had no idea how many different ways that was true. Keeping my dick in his now wet and worn hole he began to make out with me and tried to raise up to get me to suck him off. Always the willing host I leaned down and noticed for the first time just how well built my young marine was. I could keep him impaled on my fuckstick and still suck a solid 5 inches or just under half his length into my mouth. It didn’t take long till he was groaning and trying to drive more inches between my lips without letting my cock out of his ass. You could see the dilemma in the poor guy's face, but the grinding back and forth was doing its trick, his ass was getting massaged and so was his cock. I could see the blissful euphoria and the pleasure and pain of an intense orgasm coming across the studs face. I reached under his nuts and grabbed his sack and pulled it back past my cock still in his hole and that did the trick. Suddenly he was whooping and thrusting like a cowboy on a bareback bronc; and filling my mouth with blast after blast of creamy nectar. Now the thing about pulling his nuts back like that was that if I pulled and squeezed just a bit more it stopped his orgasm cold. It did have the pleasant side effect of keeping him hard but created a fair amount of confusion and concern as the marine’s normal endorphin rush bottomed out and he howled in shock. Just another little trick courtesy of my friends in the far east. Releasing the studs now tender but still partially full nuts I drew him down into a deep kiss and fed him his own load. as his hard cock bounced between us. Every ripped muscle shone with the repressed tension and the denied release. “how’d you like the taste of your last neg load boy” Now this marine had a body that looked like it could be a hell of a lot of fun but the face of an angel especially the look of excitement that came across it as he registered that I’d just blown a big nasty poz load in his deep opened fuckhole. Turns out he’d been a chaser but could never go through with doing the deed. We swapped his cum back and forth before he finally swallowed it down. Him still being horny and my everlast cock still lodged in his colon had his monster cock still rock hard and looking to finish what it had started before I shut it down. My mind positively spun with possibilities. Reaching down to read his dog tags I saw LC.CPL Daniels. This gave me an idea. I had Daniels stand at attention totally still while I laid out a seriously thick rail of powder on his dick. 9 solid inches of cock and coke had me almost giving up on my plan and diving in myself, but I had a bigger picture to think of. Kicking the bed I roused the twins and got their attention. “this here marine just got back from serving his country and has a little treat for you two. Now get down on your knees and show some appreciation to this stud” the sound of snorting and licking was immediate as the two surfers destroyed that rail and then started fighting to get their lips down that length of man meat. I took a moment to refuel my own party and held the tray up for Daniels to powder his own nose before things got a little chaotic. Daniels and I then took turns fucking the twins and the beach bums each blew another load in my hole. Before it was all over I’d moved the whole hot mess of man and cum into the shower stall for a taste of my own special brew. Who knew those shaggy haired innocent looking surfers would look so depraved drenched in piss, their hair matted down in a wet helmet and them both fighting to get the last drops from mine and the marine’s weapons. After we showered off I sent the marine to find some clothes in my closet as there was no sign of his from last night. I took the twins out to the bed and reached into my nightstand where my butler had knowingly stashed them while we showered and came out with two chastity devices. I reminded the hot studs that they agreed to not cum in anyone else until I knew they were bugged up. Snugging the devices up tight I explained they were welcome to stay here and enjoy the facilities and the party favours as long as I was gone. Little did they know that once they passed out again the next thing they would see would be their doppelganger strapped into a fuck bench that looked a lot like how they were feeling. I figured the butler had earned a reward. When I left them the twins were bumping their encased cocks together and then slipping into a 69 to felch out their asses. Heading back into the main part of the house I pulled the butler aside to discuss my plans. My butler for this house is known to have a dominant streak and is particularly skilled in chastity and teasing a guy to the breaking point. I put the twins in his care reminding him that they couldn’t cum without me being there but they could most definitely take as many loads as he saw fit. Someone would be by the house to pick up the young marine and take him to training. I knew the butler well enough to know I didn’t need to let him know to contact our human resources people to arrange for a complete disappearance for these men who soon would be taking their places in my company. With the details worked out I left for a few days of rest and recovery on the yacht. I’d be back in a few days to check on progress and enjoy the twins again. As I settled into the back of the limo for the drive to the marina I drifted off thinking of what a great asset the marine would be.

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