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I've talked about my Daddy, Michael, who I met on craigslist some time ago. We've seen each other as much as possible, and almost every time he asked when he could come to one of my swim meets. I've always been too scared to suggest a specific date, because in doing so I would be crossing a line, as my parents always attend the swim meets, but finally I asked him come. So that Monday he sat all of ten feet away from my parents. I was so scared and so turned on at the same time. After the meet, I met my parents and Michael was standing in the hall. He came up to me and my parents and said "Good job, Jamie," and then he introduced himself to my parents, saying his son Tommy was a wrestler and he was waiting to pick him up. We said our goodbyes and my parents walked to their car, but I went with Michael, saying I would catch a ride home with Michael and Tommy. Michael's car was parked fairly close to that of my parents and I was still quite nervous, even red, not with anger, but with anxiety. When we arrived at his car I punched Michael on the arm saying "You almost gave me a heart attack." "Oh, what did you think I was going to tell them? That I'm Michael and I breed your son on a weekly basis," he replied. Once I calmed down I decided it had been a huge turn on. Now he knew my parents. "Let's go get a room so I can send you home to them with my load inside of your hole." We ended-up going to a sleazy motel and, as promised, he filled me with his cum, and then he dropped me off at my parents' house, so that night, as I sat at the dining room table having dinner with my parents, Michael's cum was dripping out of my ass.

This thread will contain the new adventures for Cody, his Dad, and his friends. You don't need to have read "Cody's Return" Part 1 and Part 2 to know what's going on here [Moderator's Note: Links Added] , but it can give you some back story. Also, I want to say a huge thank you to all the guys who's reached out to me... there's a few of you who've messaged me here and on BBRT and got my cock very hard (you know who you are), this first chapter is dedicated to you (and what I hope we get to do). -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 1: Cody: There is a tingling, a pleasurable stinging sensation when a man’s raw cock slowly snakes its way into your ass that feels like no other kind of sex; when that man is your Dad it's even hotter. My Dad might have been asleep, but his cock was wide awake and ready to play. Considering all of the time I had recently spent with Sam, I really needed my father’s cum. I also needed to have 'the conversation' with Dad about Sam, but while my ass was quite sore, still I couldn't sleep as I was insatiably horny. I wanted Dad’s cum in my ass; his boy needed it right then. Dad was so good, so practiced at breeding my ass. It wasn't, perhaps, fair of me to let something like his need for sleep to get in the way of breeding his boy’s tight (but well used) butt. Still, as Dad and I almost always cuddle at night, and as on this night he was on his back, well, with a little lube, a little precum and a little patience, his cock slid into me nice and slow. I gritted my teeth a bit, wincing from the stinging sensation. Sam, and his friends generally fucked me hard and hung me up wet, but I didn't care; I needed Dad’s bare cock. I worked his cock slowly, ever so gradually lowering my ass onto his crotch, eventually reaching that happy moment when I could feel Dad's familiar, hairy sac, brushing against my ass cheeks. I loved the sensation of his cock being fully lodged in my ass. It was no less amazing he didn't awaken. Still, it was now well past 3:00 AM, Dad's breathing was restful and calm, so I knew he was still asleep. Sitting on his crotch, with his his fully engorged cum stick lodged inside my ass, I found myself remembering the first time Dad had fucked me. I had just turned eighteen two weeks prior. When I was too young to completely understand, my Mom died; Dad later told me she died of pancreatic cancer. All I knew was one day Mom was there, and suddenly she wasn't, leaving Dad and I alone. The funeral and burial completed, the funereal luncheon over, and now even her clothing donated to charity, Dad and I were left with each other. Any how, after Mom died, life slowly returned to normal. Not surprisingly, I suppose, Dad and I grew very close. Around the house Dad rarely wore clothes, and subsequently neither did I. He never said nudity wasn’t normal so I never gave it a second thought. As I got older it crossed my mind that our custom of stripping immediately upon getting behind the closed door of the house was perhaps not the usual practice of my friends' households, but I reasoned it was a matter of choice, and Dad and I had made the decision to make nudity a normal part of our life. Dad and I had always been open and he shared everything with me, he never talked down to me, or lied, even when I asked questions about adults or sex or the body. As I got into my teens I became a bit awkward around him even though I knew our home life wasn’t an abnormal thing. Dad and I had the conversation and he told me what he thought was right but also said I’d eventually decide what I want and what is right for me. The other thing we did that I didn’t see others do is we never closed doors, even when using the bathroom. More than once at night, from my room, I could hear him moaning. I always wanted to go to his room and see, but I never did. About the time I found the internet, my hormones were raging, but while I had a pretty good idea what was going on with Dad, I pretended not to hear it. The year I turned 18 my Dad planned a big birthday party for me and several of my friends and we had a great time. As it got late, and everyone finally left, I immediately went to my room and got rid of my clothes. I was bent over pulling off my shorts when my Dad entered my room. He was already naked and, having had a beer or two, was relaxed. We chatted about the party for a minute, but when I thought I noticed Dad checking out my body, I really didn’t give it a second thought - we had seen each other naked far to many times for his curiosity to mean anything. “Thanks for the party today, Dad, it was great.” He smiled, replying “You’re really growing up to be a handsome young adult, Cody." I think I blushed a little, then he offered, “And … you’re welcome.” With this he walked over, giving me a big hug and a kiss on my forehead. I remember feeling like a kid again, warm and safe in his hug, but then it happened: I felt my Dad’s cock rubbing against my stomach. My cock awkwardly comes to life, but then Dad releases me and left the room. My cock, however, continued to rise, thinking about Dad. I hit the lights and climbed into bed, of course being a late teenager, I immediately thought to jack off as I was horny as fuck. As I reached for myself, however, it first occurred to me that, for the past several months, the thought of Dad's body had permanently worked itself into my 'jack off fantasies' with the result Dad had become a major part of what got me off. He had become my entire world - and his cock had quite literally just been pressed against my body. In fact I could actually still smell his scent. I imagined his cock pressed against me again, my mind was racked with the thought of engaging with him in a full blown fuck session. I wanted Dad, but honestly didn't know what to make of my yearnings. So I lay in bed, beating my cock, imagining Dad's body and cock, trying to work myself to release, when suddenly I hear Dad moan. Clearly Dad was also beating off, and, as I was more than curious, I made my first major decision as an 18 year old: I was going to watch my Dad blow a load. I soundlessly moved towards his bedroom with the intent of watching, making my way down the hallway, doing my best to be conscientious of my body and any noise it might make, doing my best impression of a cat. Dropping to the floor, I crawled into Dad's room, knowing that, giving the position of his bed and the fact that the lights were off, I had a good chance of being able to crawl to the foot of his bed without Dad being aware of my presence. I really loved his bedroom as it bares the scent of his body, which left my heart pounding and my cock hard and leaking. 'Fuck it,' I thought, 'I'm gonna jack off too.' At that point Dad moaned as he worked his rod. Then, to my surprise, I distinctly heard him quietly grunt “Cody… Cod… oh fuckkkk … ohhh baby … ohhh baby boy … that’s it yeah.” I froze, asking myself 'Dad's calling my name?' Did he hear or see me? My cock felt too good, however to allow me to dwell on the question, and involuntarily I quietly moaned “Ahhhhhhhh.” At least I thought I had been quiet, but apparently not as I then felt a hand on my shoulder as my Dad gently said “Cod baby, you don’t have to hide. You can come up here. We’ve always been open with each other. You don’t have to sneak around. We can jack off together.” My eyes must have looked like those of a deer caught in the headlights of a car on a country road. “Guilty," I muttered, not really knowing how to respond to him, followed by the croak "Okay", as I swallowed hard, my eyes completely trained on the shadow above me. I could barely see him as I got to my feet, moving to the side of the bed. “Get under the covers with me, son,” Dad said as he pulled the sheets back. I could just make out a shadowy naked form. Still I looked down, trying to see his cock, only to realize my father was awaiting me. “Come on boy," he urged. Looking back at him, I climbed into bed as he turned on a side lamp, which gave a dim light, enough light, however, that I could now see his face. “Dad, ..." I stammered. “It’s okay, son. I told you no secrets between us. I love you.” “I love you too, Dad.” "And it looks like I’m not the only one who’s horny.” I blushed a bit, but smiled, a smile which Dad returned, which broke the tension of the moment. “Dad … I … I’m just …." “You what, baby boy? It's okay, it’s me. We share everything. You can tell me anything." “I love you!, no, I want you!” I blurted out, interrupting him. There it was out in the open. Then I immediately look away feeling awkward; Dad, however, took my chin in his hand, turning my face to his. “Dad .…” Dad placed his finger over my lips, “Shhhh…”, his eyes looking through me, then he looks down towards my cock. Before I could think, he placed my left hand on his cock, and, taking my cock in his hand, we began slow-stroking each other, not speaking, but also not breaking eye contact. I couldn't believe I was actually stroking another man's cock - in fact, my Father's cock. For that matter his precum was slicking-up my hand. Dad leaned in towards me, a broad smile on his face, our eyes trained on each other. Dad’s face was now right against mine and he’s looking at me and my mouth and then my eyes, back and forth. This was it, the first time I was jacking off with my father, when he suddenly presented me with another first: without preamble, he presses his lips to mine and kissed me. Not a kiss such as he had given me in the past, a fatherly peck, no, this was a lover’s kiss. I did my best to match the intensity of his kiss, and as I did, his cock spurted a particularly generous quantity of precum. After that Dad invited me to sleep with him every night. It wasn’t long until I learned to suck and appreciate his big cock; my Dad, my boyfriend. Dad said, “Once you become an adult you can decide for myself what you want Cod,” making it clear he trusted my judgment. For me, I was sold: this was what I had fantasized about, my first boyfriend – my own father. “Ahhhhhhhh……….. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…,” a huge groan and exhalation. Dad’s hands were now holding my thighs; I was riding my father’s cock. He was, of course, fully awake. At this point though I’m impaling myself on his cock, and as much as it stings, I really want his cum inside me – I’m working him hard to get it. “Ohhhhh fuck boy ... ohhhhh fuck … you needed Daddy’s cock huh?” I let out a long moan, “Yeeeeeeeeess….” “Do it boy… ride Daddy’s big cock.” The sounds of sex in the room is obvious as we could both hear the sloshing sound of a raw cock fucking a cummy ass. “Is that cum in there, boy?” “Yes, Daddy,” I replied, trying to sound younger than my 22 years since I know it makes him a little crazy. “FUUUUCCCKKK that’s hot!” Dad seems so horny, but he also seems completely happy to just lie here and let me do all the work for to get his spunk. I start wondering if, having had a great deal of sex with Sam and his friends, I was HIV+, and then the thought also crossed my mind “If I’m positive from Sam having fucked me, will Sam also have converted Dad? "Ohhhhhh…. Ohhhhhh…. It feels so fucking good Dad." “Yeah boy… ride me… I’m getting close." I knew my Dad was about to cum inside my ass, if only because he never lasted long after he says the magic word 'close'. The thought of Sam fucking me flashed through my mind, especially the several occasions where I begged him to fuck poz cum into me, which he was more than happy to do. If I was now positive, what could I say? I had asked him for his poz load far more than once. “Dad … I … I …., “ but the words weren't forth coming, which was fine anyhow, as my next (quite involuntary) utterance was “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……… ahhhhhhhhhhhhh…. Oh fuck … Daaaaa…..” and my ass clamped down on his cock as a huge load comes flying out of the business end of my cock. “Oh fuck…. Oh fuck…, “ as my orgasm racked my body. “Cod! ... FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” Dad's cock was obviously releasing its pent up load. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Cod…. Ohhhhhhhhhh … Ohhhhhhhh.” Our grunts, moans, and ragged breathing were heavy as our orgasms subsided, and we gradually came down from the release. “That is so fucking hot,” I moaned between deep gasps. “Yes it is baby boy … needed that so bad,” Dad gasped, adding "…and I’m soaked now.” We both laughed. I climbed off his cock and lay down beside him, kissing Dad. He leaned into me, squishing all of my cold, wet cum into my stomach. I loved him so much, and couldn't think of the words to explain I might be infected, even if I knew Dad had always been there for me, and been open with me. Still, I had to find the words. “Did you have a good time with your friends last night?” I asked him. “Yeah it was good … this is better,” he replied as he kissed me. “You?” "Same with me …, “ pausing, and adding "Dad, I’ve been having sex with .…” "It's okay, Cod, I’ve been having sex too.” “Sam?” I blurted out. “Yes," he answered, pausing, only to add, “Sam … how did you too connect?” “Uhmmm… well saw a message from him on your phone once, and then didn’t know it was him, but met him on BBRT and we started talking and well ... He’s fucked me a couple times.” There was an awkward pause, then he says, “Same with your old man, I guess. I don’t ‘always’ go jogging.” A laugh escaped us both, giving me the courage to say “Haha… uhmm yeah … figured. Dad it’s just that … well, I’ve been fucking bareback.“ Another pause. “Me too, baby boy… always hated condoms. I got tested last week.” “You did… what did…?” “Negative.“ I looked at him, paused, ran the thoughts through my mind and resume saying “I haven’t actually tested poz … so who says I am until they tell me otherwise?” Then Dad piped in, suggesting "Why don’t we go this week? We can get tested together.” “But you just ….” “Doesn’t matter. Besides, the guy that works there.…” "Oh, I know. You mean 'Chris'." "Yeah… how did you?” "Fuckbud brought him over once. He’s hot.” "Yeah he is ... anyways, not that you’re positive, but you can see how easy it is to test, and maybe it’ll put your mind at rest.” “Yeah … uhmmm… okay” was my only reply. The day went by and Dad and I spend it together. Then next morning Dad was out for a jog when it hit me "I bet Sam is fucking him right now.” Part of me was jealous. I was really horny, so I decided to find out. Me: I’m horny Sam: Me too Sam: Busy today though Me: Breeding my Dad? Sam: Maybe: P Me: Fuck! I want Sam: What do you want? Me: + cum Sam: Dirty boy Sam: Jake asked if he can text you, gave him your #, hope that’s ok Me: That guy you told me about before? That’s cool, can I have his # too? Sam: Yeah I’ll send it, one sec Sam sends me Jake’s # and I decide to message him instead of waiting when literally a message from an unknown contact appears on my phone. Jake: Hey this is Jake, … Sam gave me #, hope it’s cool to message you Me: That’s weird Me: I was just going to text you lol Jake: LOL Me: Yeah it’s cool … Sam told me he gave you my # Jake: He talk about me? Me: A little lol Jake: Oh really? What’d he say? Me: Nm … just said you guys had some group fun Jake: Yeah we did … that it? Me: He said you’re HIV+ … prob from that night Jake: Yep I’m poz Jake: About a month now Me: Hope its ok he told me that … don’t wanna seem nosey Jake: Its cool Me: So you got it from him? Jake: Always bb’d here Jake: We think his hot friend Sergei is the one that actually gave it to me Me: How do you know that? Jake: I’m horned. Can we get together? Horny? Me: LOL… always Me: Yeah that’s cool Jake: HOT (includes a pic of his cock) Me: Damn… that’s a hot cock! Jake: And it’s poz … sure it’s ok? Me: Hell, yeah -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake: Cody gave me his address and I told him I was immediately heading out to his place. The thought that we were both HIV+ left my cock leaking. But then he'll confirm as much at some point when he gets tested. I intended to make him beg me for poz cock and then when he does test poz, we’ll hopefully discuss it, and I’ll let him know he got it from me. The thought of watching him fuck and breed a few guys before he got tested, just so he could still claim to be neg, was perversely exciting, especially knowing when he finally learns he had converted, he might get weird about being poz and fucking raw. Or even worse, he might go on meds right away. Personally I didn't intend to take any meds until I had to. I wanted to share the bug with as many guys as I could. On the drive to Cody’s house the thought of Chris, the hot guy at the testing center crossed my mind, specifically the way he flirted with all the guys there. Was he truly an incorrigible flirt, or was he actually poz, and using his job as a way into other guys' pants? Or perhaps, was he still neg and chasing the bug? I decided I would just have to find out.

Somewhere between being awake and dreaming Joey felt himself being propelled down the alley by Turk, his shirt by now had fallen onto the wet alley floor just another ripped rag that no one would think anything about, the side door of a van was opened and Joey was unceremoniously dumped inside on his back, his eyes fluttered as his shoes and socks were pulled off, the black mans huge hands rubbed greedily over the young white toned torso before grabbing the boys jeans, the material was no match for the brute strength of the man tearing easily. As Turk went through the contents of the tattered jeans pockets Joey slowly became hazily aware of his surroundings as he felt a shiver as a cool gust breezed over his body, he was totally disorientated and his mouth was dry as he whispered “what, what’s going on?”, just at the same time as the black mans heavy boot came down on the kids mobile phone grinding it into the dirt before moving inside the van, grabbing the young lad and pulling him up by his wrists, swiftly binding them together and suspended the kid from a hanging hook. Turk shock a small plastic bottle and tilting Joeys head back held it to the kids lips “drink baby, drink you need to swallow it all”, the cool liquid wetted Joeys lips and he instinctively opened his mouth letting the liquid in and he swallowed barely noticing the faint metallic taste as Turk held the bottle until it was all gone, he had to smirk as the boy let out a little burp. Turk ran his massive hands down over Joeys big pec’s and well defined ab’s, they were better than he’d expected, he pinched the nipples eliciting a small little moan from the lad, they were cute little nipples that he knew his clientele would enjoy many an hour playing with. He pulled a box cutter out of his pocket and Joey’s briefs were then cut off and thrown into a dark corner of the van, Turk was pleased to find a nice sized pair of balls and a hefty cock, which he stroked until it stood at a fairly good seven hard thick inches, Turk was also very pleased to find a little bush of ginger pubes that belied the short spiky blond hair, blond boys were indeed popular but ginger boys brought an extra premium. Turk moved round to the rear and grabbed Joey’s thighs pulling them towards him and spreading them, he ran his hands down the kids back to his big firm round buttocks, parting them he was delighted to see the smooth pink boyhole that he knew from now was just made for black cock, he sucked on his big middle finger covering it with spit and then pushed it up against the boys pucker, there was a little resistance at first but with persistent pressure the muscle gave way and his finger slipped into the hot hole making the boy gasp even in his drugged stupor, Turk was delighted at the tightness of the pussy, he guessed the boy probably wasn’t a virgin but that suited the big man as breaking in virgins could be tedious, he slowly finger fucked the boy with one hand as he wanked the kids thick cock with the other while whispering into the lads ear “you love black cock, you need black cock”

Chapter 1 - How It Started I'm ashamed to admit that I was a PrEP whore. I was very picky about who loaded my ass before I was on PrEP, usually only letting dear friends take that opportunity. But I was in denial, and I knew it. I knew I was meant to be a jizzwhore for any and all loads, meant to please men whether I knew them or not. Whether I could see them or not. It was my destiny. Daddy was a long-time friend of mine. He took care of me when I went through some rough times, and (in some cases, literally) helped make me the man I am today. Our sexual relationship didn't start until a few years ago, largely because I knew He was poz and that scared the heck out of me, while at the same time making my dick twitch. But He knew my fantasies, and we talked frequently about how I craved being a sperm receptacle. Meanwhile, He regaled me with tales of all of the holes He was breeding, which simply made my desires stronger, and my hole jealous, but I wasn't ready to fulfill my desires as this was a few years before PrEP. We had a few spontaneous moments of passion, where inevitably my inner slut came out and I offered him my ass. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, but the first few times He denied me that satisfaction, and it only drove me wilder. We were (and still are) very close friends, and when we lived in the city would frequently hang out, go to the bars, and just spend time together. On one of my hornier nights, I invited Him over before we went out for some drinks. I was already horny, but all I could think about as He was on His way was that massive cock that I'd continuously been denied. My inner slut got the best of me and He was greeted at the door by a dumb, neg wannabe cumslut - face down and ass up, naked on the floor. This was my fantasy, to be used as an object for real men. And He knew it. His hands were cold to the touch as He caressed my naked body, grazing slightly over my rock hard dripping cock, and then slowly over to my pre-lubed cunt. I was shaking in a combination of fear of doing something stupid, and anticipation of finally getting this man's raw cock in my guts. After a few minutes of this torture, He unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive, pierced, 8" poz cock. I heard Him spit on it for a little additional lube, and slowly enter my hole. I've never been particularly tight thanks to a lot of sex and ass play, so His cock slid in easily and I gasped when it bottomed out at that magnificent point deep in my ass. He reached to grab a bottle of poppers laying nearby on the floor, and handed it to me. "Take a big hit, boy" he growled in my ear. Happily, I complied. Not that I needed it, but we all know that undeniable, piggy rush we get while taking a hit and being fucked. My ass must have opened up even more because without notice He picked up to full speed, bruising my insides with deep, hard thrusts. I was in heaven. After a few minutes of moaning like a bitch while meeting every single one of this man's thrusts, He said "take another hit of poppers, boy". Again, I complied, this time not yet realizing that this was a calculated move on His part. Once the head rush kicked in, His thrusts got harder. "You ready to get bred, boy?" His breath was becoming ragged. "Please don't cum in me, SIR" BAM. He slammed in harder and stopped, balls deep. "What the fuck, boy? You're the one who was ass up when I got here" A rush of guilt and fear washed over me. He was right, but I was terrified. "I know SIR, but I'm not ready..." "That ass seemed more than ready when I walked in and found it prelubed and waving in the air for Me" "I'm sorry SIR, I just can't" He started fucking me again, His cock seemingly harder than before. "Too fucking bad, boy. You don't get to be a tease and not expect Me to unload in that cunt. You're going to get what you were begging for." I struggled, literally. I tried hard to crawl out from this bucking bronco, but He had me pinned to the floor. His thrusts were becoming harder and He was obviously about to cum. Suddenly, I noticed my ass was totally empty of any cock. "ARGH" He erupted as his cock did the same, spewing his toxic cum on my back instead. "Fuck you, boy" he growled, the frustration in his voice apparent. Daddy let me off the hook, at least this time. I felt guilty after that, and convinced myself I wouldn't do anything as cruel as that again.

Part 3: My dad said that when my mom died, it was Sam’s idea to get me over here and to initiate me into the family. Sam wanted me to be part of the family and the only way to be truly part of the family was to be converted as he had done with his own son James. As with me, James grew up with his parents divorced but he had lived with his father Sam and didn’t have much of a relationship with his mother. Sam had suspected that James might be gay as he matured into an adult but didn’t have 100% confirmation until the summer after he had turned 19. Sam came back early from a business trip home and came into his house to see James on his hands and knees being plowed by his friend, Jamal . Sam watched this for a few minutes before announcing himself to both of them by coming into the room naked and hic cock dripping with precum. Before James could say anything sam stopped him and said if you are going to fuck in my place then you need to share your friend with me. James’s buddy started shooting into James at the sound of that and once he finished cumming, Sam immediately replaced him and started plowing his son. James was in heaven taking Sam’s cock and before he knew it Sam was blowing his load into James. What James didn’t know yet was that he had just taken his first toxic load. Over the course of the next few hours Sam plowed both James and his buddy a couple of more times giving each of them their first toxic loads. Later that evening Sam and James talked and James confessed that he had been looking for a chance to play with his dad as he had seen his dad fuck other guys before but never thought he would get the chance. James said that he has always been attracted to guys and Jamal was the first guy he had been with. Sam asked him why James didn’t use a condom and James simply said that he didn’t like latex. When Same asked if James was ready to accept the possibility of becoming positive from barebacking he said that he hadn’t thought about it but he couldn’t fuck using condoms. Sam decided then that he wanted to poz James and that my dad should be part of the conversion. Sam decided that he was going to introduce my dad to James and show how close a family should be. The next weekend Sam told James that he was going to meet my Dad and that there were going to show James how to fuck and be fucked properly. My dad who was still adjusting to the news of being poz jumped at the chance to be part of James’s pozzing and initiation into their new family. My dad met James for the first time when he came to Sam’s place and immediately started kissing James. Not a kiss on the cheek but a deep passionate kiss and both started to undress each other. My dad slowly pushed James onto the couch and then began to rim and finger his ass as Sam watched. Slowly my dad using his sharp finger nails roughed up James’s ass and once he saw his fingers were red my dad took his cock and lined it up to James’s hole and plunged in. James was in heaven as my dad fucked him hard and fast for the next twenty minutes before my dad exploded into his tight hole. Before James could recover, Sam replaced my dad to fuck his son and this continued all weekend. By Monday morning when James had to go back to class he had taken 20+ poz loads. It was about two weeks later that James came down with the fuck flu. Sam and my dad nursed him through it and then told him it was time for him to embrace being toxic and he should start breeding his friends like Sam and my dad did to him. James had something change in him that day as he realized he needed to breed others and he wanted someone to be with that would share that desire. When my dad and Same talked about bringing me into the family, James got superhard thinking about having a brother that he could play with and use to help breed Sam suggested to James that I could be someone James would have a deep connection with but he would need to help foster it and bring me over to seeing the benefits of being a nasty toxic pig. Next time – James, Sam and my dad show me the way forward

PART 3 When I had choked out these words and as I stood there in the dark shaking slightly in angst and excitement, my winning opponent stepped closer to me. I felt his arms wrap around my body as I felt a hard solid object push roughly against the crack of my ass sliding upwards until a chest met my back. My opponent had removed his own underwear and was now going to claim his prize for winning the game. We stood there for a few moments and then I felt his hard cock sliding up and down in the crack of my ass. I reached up and held onto his arms tilting my head backward. I felt a tongue licking my ear finally manoeuvring my head so that my ear was invaded by a wet hard tongue. The arms wrapped around me squeezed and relaxed multiple times as more and more of the dry humping took place. The tongue left my ear as the right arm unwrapped itself from around me. A firm hand pushed my shoulders forward and down until I was bent into an L shape. I felt a hand on my left hip grasping me as the hard cock belonging to my opponent was slipped between my spread ass cheeks. A wetness immediately was felt as his pre-cum was smeared on, over, and below my hole. I shivered again in anticipation and excitement. Pressure was applied at my hole which was met with resistance. More pressure was applied and still resistance. I felt my opponent lean over me moving both hands to my shoulders where he clasped them firmly. I braced myself and said, "All the way." As soon as I had uttered those words, I relaxed as much as I possibly could. Seconds passed before a reaction was made. My opponent relaxed his pressure on my hole for a split second before driving full brutal force forward into my hole splitting it open wide stretching the sphincter muscle in a painful expansion. Involuntarily, I began to rise up but was met with hands gripping my shoulders holding me in my bent over position. My teeth were tightly clamped together like a vise. My lips opened to let loose the scream of agony and ecstasy. Pubic hair smashed into my butt cheeks as what I now knew had to be one of the biggest cocks invading my ass. Several minutes passed as my opponent let my body adjust to his invasion. He whispered words of encouragement to me as he revelled in his conquest. My body had broken out into a sweat like a mist. I was impaled and knew this was not going to be an easy loss but one that I would long remember. Then, when my sounds of agony dissipated, he began a slow almost equally as agonizing withdrawal from my ass leaving me feeling empty and abandoned. When he had withdrawn his cock so that just the head was inside me, once more an invasion began again with some pain accompanying the effort. My teeth I thought were going to be nothing but cracked remnants as I was determined to bear up under this wonderful fuck. He made a half dozen or so in and out invasions and withdrawals before he began to fuck me in earnest. By this time, I was begging him to fuck me--hard. He did. We were joined together with his now drooling hardened cock that was hitting my prostate with almost each entry. I could tell I was leaking pre-cum like I was pissing. More and more my ass was pounded and filled with this leviathan of a cock. Harder and harder he smashed into me pushing my body forward as his mighty hands pulled me back onto his cock. His tempo increased as did his violent hard delivery. My prostate could no longer stand it and sent out signals that it was time for me to cum. My body shook and trembled as it was racked with salvo after salvo of my own cum flying through my cock and exiting out the piss slit splattering on the floor and me. My ass began its usual contracting and releasing with each salvo of release for me tightening and loosening my grip on the Sequoia pumping itself in and out of my ass. This is what he had been working for and began to groan his own eruption. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" he moaned aloud as his fucking intensified unbelievably more. His hands gripped my shoulders harder still. With a few more warp speed fuck motions, he finally shoves his cock fully into my ass and held there unleashing glob after glob of sticky off white goop filling my ass. I could feel his discharges as they passed through his cock and into my body. A dozen or more blasts of his swimmers filled me. We stood there coupled as we sweat. Slowly, I rose upwards as he pushed me toward the wall stopping when we were there. We held still relishing what we had done and how we had done it. It was clear we both had enjoyed ourselves. Only when we both were breathing normally did he pull away from me pulling his now deflated cock from my ass. I turned immediately dropping to my knees and cleaning him. When he was satisfied, he pulled me to my feet, and we hugged. I went to the door and opened it allowing the light from the basement to enter. Neither of us said anything but simply dressed and left the room. Back upstairs in the living room, I found out his name was Alec, and I told him my name, Bill. I gave him my home address and phone number and invited him to give me a call and to stop by if he wanted. He did come back to my flip house every week and twice brought a buddy with him. It's a wonderful memory of that little house. I still drive by on occasion and smile.

Chapter 3, Chastity Slut: My AIDs cum dripped out of the kid’s shredded hole as he shakily stood up to accept the rest of his laced smoke. I sat back in the chair, my slime covered dick getting crusty on the edges as the coating of his virginal-breeding began to dry. Flames to the tip of each smoke and we both inhaled deeply. I have to give it to the kid, this time he did not wretch from the tar and several minutes later as the high kicked in, the slut shakily handed his joint back to me, then promptly flopped back on the bed and automatically lifted his legs, grabbing his ankles in the universal sign of, ‘PLEASE RAPE MY PUSSY MASTER SERGEANT!’ Who was I to say no, but first that hole needed to look more like hamburger and less like veal. Back into my bag of tricks I went, grabbed the bottle brush, bent down in front of his offered hole and blew a few clouds at it as I watched his ass ring convulse and twist trying to get back to its original shape. I was like some explorer on the National Geographic Channel, going where no man had gone before, conquering the wilderness, and triumphing as only an alpha man can. Bottle brush in one hand, my 420 in the other, I set to work. The kid was caught in a time warp as the tar high delayed his reflexes and reactions and slowed the nerve pulses from his ass to his brain and out to the rest of his body. I watched in wonder as the brush cleared a path of devastation and sunk deeper into his hole, bits and chunks of my nutt and ass juice coming back out with every little tug. I had rammed the kid four or five times before he yelped and tried to drop his legs. I left the brush stuck in his ass ring so that any movement would be felt, stood up, bent over him, forced the fingers of my right hand under the collar and between his throat choking off any further comment. I then slapped the kid hard a couple times for good measure and the slut learned quickly as his ankles were quickly back in the grips of his hands where they belonged. I took my time torturing his hole and the kid showed promise. His legs shook and spasmed but he held on and kept them high up. With one last violent pull his pussy lips splayed out – yeah bitch would be scabby for sure – and now it was time. Time to rape that pussy again. I grabbed two pillows with my left hand and with my right, pushed one leg towards the other, wrapped my big hand around both ankles, and lifted his waiting ass up and back like I was changing the diaper on a baby. I pulled the pillows under his ass, then used both hands to move his body closer to the edge of the bed. I WANTED HIM TO SEE HIS MASTER FULL ON SO I GRABBED THE CHAINS HOOKED TO HIS COLLAR AND BENT HIM LIKE A PRETZEL SO HIS CHEST AND HEAD WERE UP AND FACING ME AS I SLAMMED MY DRY DICK BACK UP HIS CUNT – NO MY CUNT! I OWNED THAT SHIT NOW! Three deep strokes in before the kid reacted and then he screamed. A primal scream of pain and release and emotion. See that was part of the kid’s problem. He had never faced anything he felt. Just numbed himself and avoided it. Now he had no choice. He had to face the physical pain and deal with it. He had to face the mental anguish of his changed life and deal with it. He had to face the fact he was nothing but a slut now for a MANDINGO GOD and deal with it. A few hits off a spiked joint is hardly enough to bury those facts. True, the connect between body and mind was slowed and dulled a bit, but it was still there and right now every synapse in the kid’s fucking body was being hit with a bolt of lightning. I had considered giving him some of those pills they dish out to Marines who get PTSD to help limit their trauma. But nah…this kid needed the trauma, needed the pain, needed to be dragged through the fucking crucible to learn his new place in the world. MY LONG, STALLION DICK SPREAD HIS WRECKED PUSSY OPEN AND I GOT INTO THE RHYTHM OF ANOTHER HUMP FUCK. IT’S NOT JUST ABOUT THE NUTT, IT’S ABOUT THE DAMAGE MY MEAT DOES TO THE HOLE, THE PAIN TO THE BODY, THE MARKING OF HIS MIND, THE SUBMISSION REQUIRED AND DEMANDED AND FORCED UPON MY NEW SLUT. THERE ARE NO EQUALS HERE. HE’S A FUCK HOLE AND I AM MASTER SERGEANT! Look up stamina and multiple loads in the dictionary and there’s my pic. I can do a 10 mile Marine hump with a 50 pound rucksack like nothing, so slam fucking some ass to gape it out for a few hours and filling it with several loads over the day’s not an issue. My balls produce cum like Fro-Yo produces yogurt only my shit sticks around longer. The kid was drooling, his eyes zig-zagging side to side, his hands flapping about worthlessly as I raped that ass again. No way the maids would get the stains out of this bedding, but before I was through I planned to stain the mattress, the bed frame, the carpet, the subfloor, and the walls. No surface left untouched. My POZ load charged through his ass mounds like an avalanche and the kid cried out again as my AIDs burned through his gut lining. Yes another bitch notch on my belt for sure. That white pussy was sloppy and wet now so I yanked all the way out – let him scream – and slammed back in. Over and over as I ordered him to clamp his hole shut just so I could bust those walls down with my dozer dick. War paint covered my upper thighs and pelvis now, matched by that on his ass cheeks and this time as I unleashed a torrent of AIDs into his gaping wound, I closed my hands tight around his collar, letting him feel my strength at both ends, and affirming that his life was in my hands. A hurricane of ass mess blew out when I finally released my holds, but I knew that was only the outer edges of the storm as I had blown deep inland in his guts so while his legs were still held up I grabbed a black, rough edged butt plug and firmly planted it in his hole. That ass needed to stew and he would not release a thing until I said so. I wanted that ass ring to snap back, so the plug was not that big, more like a cork in a bottle, just big enough to do the job – sort of a slut tampon. I grabbed the collar, yanked the kid off the bed and dropped him to the floor. He tried to just lie down, but I held him up by the chains on his neck and let him smell, see, and taste the mess on my dick. The kid’s slut DNA kicked in the minute he smelled some black meat, and his little tongue wagged, his lips parted, his mouth moved. The tar had done it’s work and the kid could not quite get it together enough to suck, but that was not important right then as I rubbed my messed up shaft all over his face, cleaning myself off like a lion after a feast. Once his face was good and coated I pulled out my new iPhone and started recording, explaining this is how a slut should look after a beat down rape fuck and that those guys out there who claim to be a top but ain’t nothing but pussy bottoms with big dicks, need to see how a REAL TOP throws shit down. I then flopped the kid over the end of the bed, twisted the buttplug and yanked it out, his back arched and he screamed again – YES – then I got up and close to the red covering his ass, his gaping hole, the evidence of my infection. Good shit! Plugged up once more, the boy dropped to the floor, at my feet where he belonged. I lit my blunt, let the smoke drift down over him as my DNA continued to convert the latest fucktard in a long line of fucktards, grabbed some supplies, then bent down, wrapped the chains around my right wrist and dragged his fucked out ass across the carpet and into the bathroom. Rug burns are not always felt right away and these he would be feeling for days to come when least expected. Once in the bathroom, I checked to make sure I had everything I needed: · Smokes? Check. · Clippers? Check. · Razor? Check. · Cock cage? Check. · Harness? Check. · Padlocks, more chain, doggy dishes? Check. Check, and check. I had the kid sit on his knees in front of the toilet, his head lolling a bit side to side. I sat on the cool porcelain and checked his eyes, they were still constricted and he still seemed disoriented so I decided to hold off on more dope for the moment. I took the chain from the collar, wound them around his body so his arms were held against his chest, wove them over each other in the back, then set to work. Sluts have no identity but what I give them and so the first thing to go was his long, girly hair. My clippers whirred as chunks fell and a new buzz cut emerged. The kid barely moved. Next I laid him out like a corpse at the morgue, first face down on the floor so I could inspect his ass and was pleased to see he was basically hairless. I did have to remove the butt plug for a minute to get a good look at his hole and as I was finishing up the razor on his cut up ass lips his stomach started convulse so I hauled him up on the toilet and let him evacuate all he had to. My deep plunging, the smoke, and the loss of muscle control, all combined to flush the kid out pretty good and just to make sure I did a quick Mount-N-Dew on him and swamped his innards with my piss, then finished up the job. A few wipes later and he was good to continue. Next I looked at his limp, soft dick. Mind you, I’ve seen lots of dicks in my day, but that does not mean I pay them any attention and from what I could tell, his looked small – doll dick. Good thing I had some options and once his balls and the little trail running to ass had had been shaved the extra small dick cage I fastened around his nutt sack and his wienie was just right. THE KID WOULD LEARN THAT BEING FUCKED WAS ONLY ABOUT THE TOP’S PLEASURE – MY PLEASURE – MY DICK – AND MY CUM – NOT HIS. HIS ASS AND HIS MOUTH WAS MINE AND THAT WAS ALL THAT MATTERED. HE DID NOT NEED HIS DICK FOR ANYTHING. FROM NOW ON WHEN HE PISSED HE WOULD SIT ON THE TOILET AND USE HIS LITTLE WIENIE VAGINA UNTIL HE EARNED A BETTER PLACE IN THE WORLD. I placed the golden key for the padkock on the chain around my neck with my dog tags and did one final inspection. His face was still covered in the litter of the mess left by my dick, and that was good. His ass had slammed right up tight like Fort Knox after I cleaned him out and I left the butt plug on the floor, dirty, scaley, and would stick it back in later when needed. The clippers made fast work of what little hair he had on his legs and arms, and last on my list was his pits, so I unwound the chains and held up each arm like I was shearing a baby lamb. I could have taken his eyebrows too, but the point of this was to rebuild him into a man-bitch, not a woman. Silver doggy dishes were set off to the side – these would be used later – and as I smoked and laid out the harness amidst the hair and mess now covering the bathroom floor, the chains behind me rattled and I turned to find the kid, now wild eyed and sobering up. Suddenly he went off, started screaming, throwing shit – total manic. I let him go for a minute to see if he would start to control himself, but once it was clear he was being a bitch, I stomped on the ends of one of the chains and brought him short in mid stride. I body slammed him against the wall, and as he howled and cried about his split lip, I punch fucked my scaly dick back up his tender man hole. This got the waterworks flowing and the more he cried and shook, the harder I got and more I bruised that shit. With no warning I yanked out as I took a big step back so that I dragged strands of gut lining with me. He collapsed, wrapped his arms around himself and rocked back and forth. Good. Bad behavior does not get rewarded and being fucked right is a gift. I stepped up behind him, wiped my red dick across the top his back – bitch marked by a big DAWG – then walked over by the sink and lit my kush. I set it back down, went back over and using the collar dragged his sorry ass to the middle of the floor, knelt down beside him and then rubbed his face in the mess he had made just like a bad puppy. I got up, grabbed my smoke, walked out, closed the bathroom door behind me and locked it. His wailing stopped. The door handle jiggled frantically. His body fell against the door as he slid down to the floor and muffled sobs were all that could be heard. I went downstairs, found the maid’s closet, grabbed a broom, mop, and other cleaning supplies, unlocked the bathroom door and kicked the kid back with my right foot. His eyes got wide liked he was seeing a Unicorn as he looked at the tools I dropped in front of him before locking the bathroom back up. 420 smoke leaving a wake, I walked through the house and scoped the joint out. I know all the hiding places and can detect narco loads like a bloodhound after game and pretty soon I had quite the pile of stash – everything from pills, to weed, to crystal, coke, and more. Fuck. I opened an extra-large pill bottle, popped a blue boy, and checked my watch – 30 minutes and counting. Damn, this kid had more drugs just lying around than most people ingest or smoke in a year. I spiced up a new spliff, sat down on a fancy couch – making sure to leave my ball stank funk on the upholstery – and began to sort the shit out. Some for me (the weed), some for him, lots to sell. Some for me, some for him, lots to sell. In the end, I saw the dollar signs lining up as the sell pile was nice and fat and my dealer would be happy as shit as I knew there was some stuff he had a hard time getting. Finished with that, I headed back upstairs, unlocked the bathroom door, and to my pleasure I nodded and smiled as I looked at a now, clean bathroom. It was not perfect by any measure, but the kid had clearly tried. I bet he had never picked up a broom in his life. His eyes darted and his skin erupted in goose bumps as I stepped up close to him, the defiant look in his eyes now replaced with need, hunger, want. My big hand reached down and cupped his balls and bounced his caged dick. The kid winced a bit, but held his tongue – good. I pinched his left nipple, then the right, then the left again but harder. The kid winced again, his face got red, and his hand reached for his caged dick as he suddenly felt the pain that came from trying to get a hard on. Not my fucking problem. Time for his reward. I dragged him stumbling back into the bedroom and when he started to kneel I held him up and told him to face the wall. I could see him fighting the urge to look as he heard more chains, the sound of leather, the tightening of buckles, and as I flicked my lighter all control broke and he turned, pleading for more smoke. I chuckled, yeah he was craving that tar already, so I handed him one and let him hit it. Before he did, he paused, eyed my leather harness up and down, the way it crossed my chest, outlined each muscular pec, and the thick chains that hung in several spots. I only let him take a few hits before I took the smoke back, pressed him against the wall, looped the long chains from his collar down and across his back, under his arms and back up and over and locked them together. I then unlatched the large hooked latches from my harness, stepped up closer, and locked myself to his back. The kid shook. My body heat cascaded over his newly, hairless body. I RAMMED MY FINGERS INTO HIS HOLE SEVERAL TIMES AND CLAWED LIKE A GATOR TO GET IT RED AND DRIPPY. ONCE IT WAS FRESH AND RAW, I ADJUSTED THE CHAIN LENGTH THEN RAN MY HANDS DOWN THE FRONT OF HIS THIGHS AND IN ONE MOTION PULLED HIM BACK AND UP, IMPALING HIM ON MY MIDNIGHT EXPRESS. HE CRIED OUT IN ECSTASY AND PAIN FROM BOTH MY DICK AND THE BITING STEEL OF THE CHASTITY CAGE. He was being such a good boy, taking it all, deeper, harder, and rougher than before and when he obeyed and finally begged for my AIDs cum I unleashed it all – blowing his gut walls out and rewarding him with my tainted seed. I inched back and looked down as the kid stood on his tippy toes, his cheeks spread wide, his hole in full on orgasm spasm with frothy red foam circling where my dick pierced him. NOTHING BETTER THAN USING A CHASTITY SLUT AS A DICK-MUFF! I pulled him tight against me; my balls now nestled against his ass crack, and tightened the chains linking us together. I then slut walked him over to the bed, angled to the side, and literally picked him and flopped him onto his left side on the bed with my dick still hard inside him all in one, smooth, motion. I PLANNED TO PLUG HIM ALL NIGHT LONG WHILE WE STAYED HARNESSED TOGETHER. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS LIFE THIS KID WOULD KNOW WHAT IT TRULY MEANT TO BE SAFE, WARM, OWNED – CONTROLLED. Stay tuned for Chapter 4, CHEM-O-PHELIAC.

Hey BBCumPigGA: Not sure how much porn of this type is out there. Maybe I should video the next time I bareback a trans guy and fuck his unprotected cunt. Whadda you think?

Went to a FB's house, he is poz, was riding his cock, he always pulls out, this time I had him on his back, he said he was about to cum, I sat all the way down and kissed him and kept riding, I got 3 loads out of him.

[Moderator's Note: This story was edited so it uses the words HIV and AIDS correctly.] Note: This story is FICTION. It DID NOT HAPPEN. Enjoy ************************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to give you my HIV, now." The email was from, AIDSGftr, a new guy on BBRT. He had appeared just a couple of weeks earlier, and I noticed geo locator showed him to be just 300 feet from my place. I'd never emailed him, but thought he was hot: he was obviously sick, wasted, an AIDS belly, a few Kaposi's lesions. Looking at his pics made my asshole ache for his deadly cum. His profile said he had never been on meds, was recently diagnosed with AIDS and he got off on infecting neg bottoms. I was still neg, even after taking several loads I knew were high viral load, and, of course, having taken numerous anonymous loads. This guy looked to be my chance to take an AIDS load, to get the infection I craved. I knew there was a 1 in 70 chance of infection with each fuck from a regular high viral load poz top, and I wondered if taking a load from a guy who had been diagnosed as actually having AIDS would mean certain infection. I hammered out a reply and hit send. "Yes. Where?" "The big apartment building half a block east of you. Ground floor, corner unit, will be waiting in patio. Hurry." "On the way. Five minutes." I pulled on a coat and shoes, grabbed my keys and was out the door in less than a minute, cock rigid, oozing and about to blow. Was I really, at long last, about to take an AIDS load? It was 206 steps from my door to his patio. I made it in three minutes. He was waiting in the open door to his place, naked, hard cock jutting out, sipping on a beer. I walked up to him, he turned stepped aside and motioned me in. I stood looking as he smiled at me and stroked his cock. It was beautiful, long, thick, hard, perfectly formed - the perfect weapon to fill me with death cum and infect me with AIDS. He pointed at the back of a couch and set the beer down. "Bend over, pants down. You still neg?" I nodded and obeyed, my heart about to explode, and reached back to spread my cheeks. He looked disgusting, obviously very sick, but I needed his disease bad. To my shame I whimpered as I felt his cock smear precum on my hole. I getting HIV virus in me! "You want my HIV, my disease, you want that?" "Yes, god, yes, give it to me, give me your HIV!" "Oh, yeah bitch, gonna give it to you, gonna pump a load of my death cum in your guts, right now. I've infected three men that I know off, you'll be number four. You want that? You want my HIV?" "Yes, fuck yes. Please, give it to me, infect me now. Please infect me, give your HIV!" "Okey dokey, one more infected bugchaser, coming right up." He grunted and shoved hard, I squealed as his diseased cock slammed deep into my ass and he pumped away frantically. Four pumps and he shoved in hard and grunted into my ear "Fuck, bitch, fuck! Pozzing you, bitch, cumming in your ass, bitch, knocking you up, infecting you good! You gonna be one HIV infected dick sucker!" A warm flood filled my guts as he ejaculated. I convulsed with the hardest orgasm of my life. He humped into me spasmodically, gasping as he pumped his HIV-laden cum into my ass. My cock kept jerking and squirting and I wondered if I had been infected. Had he ripped me open when he shoved in without lube? I could feel my ass burning. Was I bleeding? If I was, his virus had a direct route into my bloodstream. Was this the time? Would I convert? I hoped so. We slid to the floor and lay flat, breathing hard. I wiped my ass with my hand and sniffed, then licked. Cum and ass juice, no red streaks. Was there a slight coppery taste? If I was bleeding there was no way he hadn't infected me. I bent over his crotch and swallowed his still hard cock. More cum, some ass juice. No taste of blood. He was ready very quickly. He flipped me over and spread my legs, dove in and licked and sucked my ass. I moaned as his tongue wormed up my newly pozzed hole, knowing he was about to mount me and pump another load of death deep in my guts. As he mounted me again, I groaned with pleasure, and this time he slid in with no trace of burn. My neg ass was well lubed by his poison cum. He pumped me slowly, pulling out and plunging in repeatedly, stroking deeply, not quite long enough to bump my sphincter but plenty thick enough to feel incredible. I moaned and fucked him back, eager for infection. "Fuck my neg ass, yeah, fuck, infect my neg ass, yeah, give me your HIV, infect me good. Do it, fuck me, pump me full of death cum! Give me HIV!" He slammed in hard, humping me deep and moaned "Fuck yeah, bitch, gonna poz you good you bugchasing bitch, gonna infect you good! Mmm, yeah, fuck yeah, bitch, gonna fuck you full of my HIV juice!" He slammed in hard and fast and held it deep. His cock pulsed and hot semen squirted into my guts. More toxic cum, more HIV pumped deep into me. "Fuck, bitch, yeah, you're getting it now, giving you my bug, bitch, giving you my HIV, bitch, you're one infected faggot now, giving you my HIV!" I lay back breathing hard, my asshole pleasantly sore, feeling his toxic semen ooze out of me. No more doubts. I wanted more. I wanted him to infect with HIV. I leaned over and swallowed his cock again, savoring the taste of semen and ass juice. Two poz loads in my guts - so far. I hoped he was up for more. Would I be infected with HIV before I left? He moaned and pushed me off his cock. I lay back and smiled, feeling his cum run out of my ass. Had he already infected me, or was that wishful thinking? "Damn, that was good, you're a hot piece of ass. I never fucked a man who begged for my death cum like you. That was hot, knowing you want to get infected from that fuck." "I do, I wanted poz cum in my butt, I want HIV in me, as much as I can get." "Well, you got some. I've been full blown for a while. My doctor warned me that if I had unprotected sex with a guy, I would likely infect him. Hope you're really okay with that." I was. There was no question what I wanted. "Yes, I am. I want your bug, I want you to infect me with HIV." "That's good, I'm gonna give it to you. You up for another fuck?" "Hell, yes! Let's make sure you infect me. Plus, that big dick of yours feels incredible in my ass." "Give me a minute, I'll breed you again. Mmm, do me a favor?" "Sure." "Don't fuck anybody but me until you test poz?" "Sure thing, as long as you keep pumping my guts full of your HIV, I'm your bitch. Anytime you want my ass, you got it." He fucked me twice more that night. I finally waddled home about 4:00 AM, my asshole raw, bleeding and leaking semen. In the next two weeks he screwed me at least once a day. My ass stayed raw, my shorts spotted with blood until I came down with the flu. When I was able he gave me a ride to the clinic. I was poz. Another dicksucker successfully infected with HIV.

I don't know what prompted me to snoop that day, but I'm glad I did. I'd been dating my boyfriend Josh for about a year (this is back in my late 20's so...). We had occasional spats, but overall we were still a solid couple and still had plenty of sex together, but somewhere deep in the recesses of my brain I had that nagging feeling he might be cheating on me. Most of me trusted him, but there was always the fact that I basically stole him from his previous boyfriend. And you know how you just get that sneaky suspicion? Nine out of ten times you're right? Well, I was right. I had dropped in on Josh unexpectedly one afternoon (we didn't live together) and I sort of caught him on his computer. It wasn't unusual for him to be on his computer working, so I didn't think anything much of it at the time. Although he did have an air of a kid that had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He was also quite randy and ready to fuck immediately, and who was I to complain about that? But just as we started making out, his phone rang with work. He was the manager for this condo complex and was pretty much always on call. Sure enough he had a tenant issue to deal with so he told me to stay put and stay ready, because this wouldn't take to long to remedy. He was out the door, and I was just hanging around naked... when that damn nagging feeling struck. Josh did look a bit "sheepish" when I first had arrived. I wonder what he was doing on his computer-- looking at porn perhaps? So, I walked over to his desk and did something I never, ever do. I snooped. I moved his mouse, and his computer screen sprang to life. No porn windows were open and up, but there was a minimized window. I opened it and discovered he was still logged on to AOL. And he had one of the AOL m4m windows opened up. So, Josh had been chatting on the m4m room for our town. I had always been afraid to chat on there because we lived in such a small community, I figured I'd get busted instantly. I took note of Josh's AOL handle: VersBoi8x5. I'd have to remember that. That's when I saw that he also had a minimized private chat window. My heart started racing. Did I really want to see this? And what if Josh suddenly came back and found me snooping? It would mean a fight for sure. But curiosity got the better of me and I opened it. He'd been chatting with a guy with the handle "TopRod9x6". Oh god. Josh and I did flip fuck, but because Josh had such a good cock for fucking, I was acting as the bottom more often than not. And I knew my seven incher could not compete with something advertised as 9x6! I took a gulp and read through their chat: VersBoi8x5: Man, I can't wait until we fuck again! Your cock was incredible-- the most beautiful cock I've ever seen! TopRod9x6: Thanks-- your ass was hot. Not sure when I'm free again-- have to work. VersBoi8x5: Just feeling that much cock inside me was amazing! TopRod9x6: I didn't hurt you too bad, did I? VersBoi8x5: No, man. Felt great. :-) TopRod9x6: And you are cool that we went bare? VersBoi8x5: Fuck yeah! It was hot feeling you slide in me raw! TopRod9x6: Sure your bf won't mind? VersBoi8x5: Who cares? We still use condoms and what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, I've seen his car outside the adult bookstore a few times... TopRod9x6: Good to know. Because I don't do condoms. ;-) VersBoi8x5: Our little secret ;-) TopRod9x6: The next time I'm free is thursday next week during the day VersBoi8x5 : damn, busy. ;-( TopRod9x6: we'll fuck again, don't worry I felt sick to my stomach. Josh had cheated on me with a guy with a 9" cock. And had been fucked without a condom! And had evidently stalked me enough to know I was visiting our town bookstore every so often. Ok, I admit that I did that... but only because I liked glory hole action. And I only ever got sucked there, that's it. I closed up the windows again and left Josh's computer. I was still naked but wondering if I should leave, or should stay and confront Josh about his risky infidelity or just pretend it didn't happen. I flopped down on Josh's bed and started to think about what he'd done. He'd met up with some strange chatroom guy with a big cock and let him fuck him without a condom. Maybe even let the guy cum inside him. And Josh loved taking it... getting pounded by strange meat... getting stretched and filled.... I started to get hard. I thought of Josh taking random cock and getting off on it, and my dick just sprang to life and started oozing precum. It was about that time that Josh came back. He took one look at me and started tearing off his clothes. All ideas of confrontation left my brain, and we just got right to fucking around. When we got to the moment of truth, I just spit on Josh's hole and slid my cock in, raw. "What are you doing? Don't you want a condom?" he asked? "Nah," I replied. "We've been together for awhile now, and I kinda want to fuck you without one." Josh didn't say another word, but his body response spoke volumes. He REALLY liked the idea of no condoms. I came inside him after about 2 minutes. He came shortly afterward. And we both agreed that it was a hot fuck and we should do it more often. After I left, I immediately started obsessing about Josh's infidelity and the whole AOL chatroom thing. And about this 9x6 guy. I found myself getting jealous... and aroused. I mean, I loved Josh's big cock, but this guy was bigger... AND thicker! I found myself starting to wonder what it would be like to have him fuck me too. To feel that monster meat inside me, just like it had been in Josh. I eventually created my own AOL handle: DeepAss9, and I started logging on expressly to find TopRod9x6, hoping to catch him before his free Thursday. It didn't take long. DeepAss9: So... sounds like you've got an impressive cock on ya TopRod9x6: it does the job. Sounds like you have an ass that can take it DeepAss9: it does the job. ;-) TopRod9x6: a lot of bottoms say they can take it, but when they see it they back out DeepAss9: I won't back out-- I'll just back up! TopRod9x6: what I like to hear! ;-) DeepAss9: Yeah, and from what I hear, you throw an awesome fuck! ;-) TopRod9x6: Really? who from? DeepAss9: buddy of mine... VersBoi. Said it was amazing TopRod9x6: yeah, he's a good bottom DeepAss9: I'm better. TopRod9x6: :-) DeepAss9: Wanna find out? TopRod9x6: I'm free tomorrow, like 11 am. You? DeepAss9: So am I-- let's fuck. TopRod9x6: ok We traded pics (his cock looked HUGE!) and he eventually sent me his phone number and address. He lived across the river, on the East side of town, but not terribly far away. The whole rest of the evening I fantasized about the fuck I was gonna get the next day, but I also started panic a bit, thinking what the fuck I was doing? I was voluntarily going to meet a big cock internet whore, and I was going to let him fuck me bare! I was simultaneously excited and repulsed by the idea. I barely slept, but the next morning I called in sick (something I never do) and proceeded to get ready for TopRod. My stomach was in knots as I drove over to his place. I kept thinking I could back out, but deep down I knew I wouldn't. I was too jealous of Josh getting it and had already made up my mind I needed it too, to make things even. TopRod answered the door and let me in. He hadn't send a face or body shot, so this was my first time seeing him. He was pretty decently built, tan and muscular. Dark hair. Probably late 30's to early 40's. Handsome enough... but there was something just a tad "off" about him. A bit dirty. A bit creepy. A bit (and I wouldn't realize this until later)... sick? He ushered me into his bedroom and proceeded to disrobe casually as if he'd done this a million times before. With his cock, he probably had! His cock sprang from his underwear and it was even more impressive in person. The camera had NOT done his size justice at all. It truly was every bit nine inches by six inches... perhaps a bit more in thickness. And much to my chagrin I started thinking, "There's no way I can take this much meat." I cupped it in my hand and just stared. "You like it?" he asked? "Yeah, but damn! It's as thick as my wrist! I don't see how that's gonna fit in my ass...." "You said you weren't gonna be one of those guys who backs out" he said testily. "I definitely wanna try it... I NEED to try it. I am just nervous." "Don't worry. I'll go slow... until you tell me not to." So I started sucking it. My mouth barely opened wide enough and I could only go down about half way before his cock would absolutely go no further. I gagged a few times trying, which seemed to excite him. He stopped me long enough to get me out of my clothes, and then had me get on all fours on the bed. Once in position, he lowered his face to my ass and began rimming me. I was still relatively young and inexperienced at this point, and I think I'd been rimmed maybe twice before. Josh certainly didn't rim me. So this was a novel thing... and an incredible turn on. He took his time and made love to my hole with his tongue, so much so that I was writhing and squirming and basically crawling out of my skin with pleasure. He ate my hole for probably 20 minutes solid... getting me nice and relaxed with tongue and fingers and spit. Then it was time. "You ready for it?" he asked? "Should we get a condom?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "I don't use condoms when I fuck. Didn't Versboi tell you that?" "Yeah, but... ok. Just don't cum in me, alright?" "I prefer to drop my DNA inside a bottom... knock him up good. But if you tell me to pull out... I will." "Okay... just go slowly, please." He got out some good, greasy lube and worked it on his dick and into my hole. He also tossed me a bottle of poppers. "You'll want those," he said. I told him I'd never really done them before. He told me that as he got in position, I should take a snort of them. That it would help ease the entry. I did as I was told. As the warm rush crashed down on me, his massive knob started slowly pressing back and forth against my hole. In and out. In and out. A little further each time. Until suddenly I knew his head and part of his shaft was inside me. It hurt, but it also felt incredible to be so stretched by a man's penis. And raw. "How much is in me?" I groaned. "Oh, we still have a ways to go. You'll know when I get all the way in. Better hit the poppers again." He was really good about not being in a rush and after about five minutes of work-- back and forth, in and out and further in-- he was at my inner ring. "One final push, and we're home," he said. He pushed, and... My God. It's full of stars. Incredible. Amazing. Pleasure. Beyond. I barely had a coherent thought as his raw cock slid up into my colon and I was fully impaled on his monster meat. Never had I had this much in my ass before, not even with a dildo. Never had I experienced this type of pleasure before. He was so deep and I was so stretched and full. Then he started fucking me. Between the poppers and his amazing fucktool, I was flying. I never though I could take this much cock, but there I was, on all fours, being stabbed repeatedly by more meat than any one man has a right to own. Eventually I started fucking him back. I would relax and slam my ass back into his groin, then clench my hole and milk him on the out stroke. He was in heaven. "Damn, your ass is amazing!" he told me. "You are so getting me close to cumming man!" "When you fucked Versboi, where did you cum?" "Oh, I bred him deep. The pig was begging for my seed." We kept on fucking hard, his big slab of fuckmeat just wrecking my ass and I was loving every minute of it. It felt so indescribably good. So much more cock than Josh was able to deliver. So much more than ANYONE had ever fucked me with. I didn't wan't it to stop, but I also wanted to make TopRod cum. "Dude, I'm about ready to blow... where you want it?" he panted. "DON'T. STOP. FUCKING. ME." I begged. "You want me to breed that ass, pig?" "FUCK YES! DO IT!" "You asked for it, pig!" TopRod fucked me fast and furious for the last couple strokes, and then he stopped-- absolutely still-- with only his head and a fraction of his shaft inside my pucker. He stayed that way for a second, maybe two... then I felt it. His cock started throbbing inside my hole and I actually felt his load. I felt the warm, wet heat fill my ass. "Oh God... you're cumming in me... and I can feel it," I said in awe. Then he rammed his cock in to the hilt HARD, pushing his swimmers up into my colon. I saw stars when he did that, but I was also totally getting off on feeling the heat of his load and the thickness of his cock filling my ass. I mean, even Josh hadn't cum in me yet! Once his orgasm had abated some, he started fucking my hole again to work his load into me deeper. And I did my part by using my hole to milk his cock. We fucked like this for several minutes, winding down. "Damn, man... you may coax another load out of me with that talented hole." "I want another one... please." "Let's see what we can do." He did end up giving me another load that day. It took awhile, and I ended up on my back with him jacking his cock to climax before shoving it inside me to cum, but he did deposit a second load. We lay together after that and caught our breath. It was then that he asked me how I knew Versboi. He said he wanted to thank him for the recommendation. "He's my boyfriend," I told him flatly. "Oh. Oh Wow. So, um... you knew that we...?" "Yeah. I knew. And I wanted your cock to fuck me too. But I don't want Josh to know that we did this, okay? Can you keep it just between us? You can keep fucking him... and me... I just don't want Josh to know that I know. You know?" He laughed at that. "Yeah, I can be discrete. I won't fuck and tell. Besides, why would I want to ruin perfectly good ass?" "Oh, I think mines ruined alright." I said. We both laughed. Months later, after a lot more infidelity with TopRod (and probably others), Josh and I tested positive. We had a major fight and I accused Josh of infecting me because I knew he had been cheating. That's when I threw TopRod in his face. He was surprised I knew about him and was really caught off guard. Obviously TopRod had kept his promise to never talk about me. We ended up breaking up over it and going our separate ways. I moved away and never told Josh that it could just have easily been me that infected him after taking all that raw cock and cum from TopRod. And at the bookstore. But that's another story...

My parents divorced when I was seven, and outside of cards on my birthday and the holidays, I didn’t hear from Dad. My mother only said that the divorce happened because Dad found someone else but she never went into more details, leaving me to think Dad left us for another woman. When my mother passed away when I was 20, my Father came to the funeral and re-introduced himself to me. Having not seen him in 13 years, it was scary to see how much we both looked like each other. While he was late 40’s and showing signs of graying, we were both 6’ 4’’. He was about 260 pounds with a bit of a beer belly while I was about 235. He suggested when things settled down for me we should meet for coffee and catch up. A couple of weeks later we met at a local coffee house, and Dad said that he lived about an hour away out on a farm with his partner, Sam, and Sam's son, James. Dad explained that while married to Mom, he realized he preferred being with men, and once he met Sam, he couldn’t stay with my mother any longer. He added my Mother hadn't wanted him to be part of my life as she was afraid that I would turn out to be like him. Obviously it was very shocking to hear all of this at one time especially with my Mother gone, other than my Father, I was alone in the world. In any event, Dad said he wanted to be part of my life again - if I was willing to let him in. Over the next few weeks, we got together a couple of times, and increasingly I felt comfortable with him, eventually asking him why he decided he preferred men. "Well, I've found that with the right guy, the attraction and sex is so much better than being with a woman," and adding "James has recently come out to us, and we're very happy to support him as he comes to understand himself." Dad also mentioned that given that he and Sam are so open about their relationship, it didn't seem at all surprising that James had come out to them. Meanwhile, when I wasn't with Dad, or working, or with my buddies, I started to watch first bisexual and then gay porn, just to see what it was about. While I thought I was straight, the sight of two guys fucking intrigued me, so as discretely as I could I asked Dad about what he and Sam did. "We take turns fucking each other," Dad replied, adding "since we're partnered, we always fuck bare, as we both feel sex should be bare between people who love each other." More for me to mull over. A few weeks later Dad suggested I come out to his place for the weekend to meet Sam and James, describing Sam as being in his early 40’s, about 5’ 9”, 235 pounds, and that James, although only 20, was a spitting image of his father. I accepted his invitation, and on the selected Friday night, I arrived at Dad’s place shortly after 8:00 P.M. Sam, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting shorts, answered the door and immediately pulled me into a tight hug. I was startled when I realized I could feel his hardening cock against my body. I also felt one of his hands reach for my ass, but I blew it off as an accident. "I'm very glad I've finally gotten to meet you," Sam said, "...welcome to our family." After a few more pleasantries, Sam said my Father and James were in the basement rec room watching a movie, and suggested we go down to meet them. With that, Sam led me through the house, gesturing for me to precede him down the staircase. Arriving at the foot of the staircase, I saw Dad and James, but I also saw the movie on the TV screen, and my attention was riveted on the video: the movie Dad and James were watching was not the usual movie but instead was hardcore bareback gay porn, and moreover, Dad and James, who had been making out, were wearing only thongs. As I stared at the unexpected scene before me, Sam came up behind me, now naked, his 8” cock fully erect, and whispered in my ear "Do you like what you are seeing?" Although I might have been speechless, Sam knew what to do: he reached for my cock and quietly remarked "Yeah, it looks like you do like it." Next thing I knew Sam assisted me in stripping off my shirt and pants, leaving me with only my boxers, and, as he caressed my cock, he began kissing me, initially tentatively, but with increasing passion as his tongue snaked itself into my mouth, even as we gradually worked our way across the room to the sofa where Dad and James were still making out. Then, extracting himself from James' grasp, Dad stood-up and gave me a warm kiss, the first we had exchanged since I was a toddler, but unlike those early kisses, this kiss was deep, long and intense. Then, looking deeply into my eyes, Dad said simply "You're home now," as he then resumed kissing me, even as Sam and James began playing with my cock and my ass, licking and caressing both, leaving my ass in particular, very slick. James then began exploring my ass, inserting first one, then two fingers into my body. I could feel his unexpectedly sharp nails abrade my hole, but I was too distracted by Dad and Sam to pay Sam much attention, but I was fully aware when Dad said "Now it's time for you to truly become part of the family," a phrase that didn't have any additional meaning to me, after all he and Sam had said pretty much the same thing scarcely ten minutes earlier, but I went along with Dad's instructions as he positioned me on my knees and he pushed my head down onto Sam’s cock. It was the first time I had ever had a cock in my mouth and Sam's very salty precum struck me as delicious, so I did my best to suck and lick my first cock, noticing as I did so, a bio-hazard tattoo on Sam’s stomach, but before I could ask about it, Dad slid his cock into my ass. I was very tight being an anal virgin but my dad slowly worked his cock deep inside of me and then slowly started fucking me. As he was fucking me bare he started talking about breeding me and making me part of the family like Sam and James were. He said that my mother was right to keep us apart but now that she was gone, he would truly make me his son again. After about 20 minutes of him pounding my ass, he finally grunted as he shot his cum deep inside of me. As he finally pulled out, James then replaced him in fucking me. As my dad and Sam started kissing each other I noticed the same bio-hazard tattoo on my dad. My dad said that the tattoos meant that they were both poz, as was James. My dad had decided if I came to visit that he would make me part of the family and this was their plan, and that when James had been working his fingers into my ass, he had made sure his sharp finger nails cut-up the inside of my ass, with the intention of ensuring that not only would they all fuck me, but that I would like convert. James worked me over and then he slowly maneuvered me so he was laying down and fucking me in a position that allowed Sam and Dad to see James' cock when it slid out of my hole: it was covered in pinkish cum. Sam immediately to James' position, and and continued the assault on my ass. Sam wasted no time in telling me that wanted me in the family, and would love to show me how to fuck like a man as he had shown my father back when. Sam was merciless in his pounding of my hole, which steadily leaked cum. Then, when I didn’t think I could take any more, Sam blew his load in my ass. I passed out from all the fucking. To be continued….

It was a pleasant 4th of July, the temps had finally diminished to a almost comfortable level, dropping from the low 100’s to the low 90’s. I had dinner with the family and easy conversation while watching a few movies, and returned home to find frightened kitten cowering in the hall, the furthest from any window where the fireworks could be heard booming outside. Calmed cat down, I cuddled with my fiancé, and soon it was almost 11:00 PM and we were both drifting off to sleep, but I decided to check my phone and, as an after thought, hit the Grindr icon, as I hadn't checked in all day. Almost immediately saw I had two messages. The first had been sent at 10:30 that morning. I kicked myself as the message said “Feeling piggy. Hosting all day.” The message had been sent by a hot 28 year old. I replied explaining I had just seen the message and was sorry I couldn’t participate in his piggy fun since I was already in bed. The second message was from a guy 'Bottom Pig Boy', who said “White 25 thin college boy looking for regular guy for fun and $ome help with school.” “Bottom Pig Boy,” I replied, “I only fuck raw and I don’t pull out. Do you?” I waited a few minutes and was about to put phone down when he replied back with two pictures of his ass and a frontal of torso/cock. I spent the next half hour messaging back and forth and finally told the boy I was falling asleep and would text him in the morning if he was still looking. In the morning boyfriend indicated he was going out for bike ride and would be back in a few hours before it got too f’king hot, so I texted the pig boy that I was free to cum over and he shot me an address which was about three miles away. I arrived to a modest home, thinking he must not really need the money if he lived here. I knocked and he answered in a jock strap low slung basketball shorts and a tank top. His body looked great and might have been one of a 25 year old but he looked much younger, much more like a teenager, so I asked to see his identification. He sheepishly produced a driver's license which clarified that he had actually just turned 18. I frowned at seeing this and he admitted to having falsified his age, but he added "Would you have agreed to come over if you knew I was just 18?” I told him I might have if he had been honest with me to begin with and started to retreat. “Please Daddy stay, I’m sorry for deceiving you,” he begged and I let the little pig plead and beg me, while making it look like I was on my way towards the door. Finally he placed himself between me and the door and kissed me deeply. I had him. He was going to be mine. I pulled out a liability release I had drafted for just such cases, and he signed readily before dropping down to suckle my cock through my shorts, running his hands up my body and pinching my nipples, finally pulling out my hardening cock and deep throating me. I felt my cock hit the back of his mouth and placed a hand on his head. He had offered me a little bottle of water when I had arrived and I had consumed about half of it. At this point I finished it off, and, holding his head on my nearly ridged cock, I let the stream begin slowly at first but letting the pressure increase as he gulped down my piss. When I stopped the flow he stood up and shared the last drops with me in a passionate kiss. After a couple of minutes of making out, he told me of his predicament: the house belonged to his parents who were away for the weekend. He also explained he and his best friend had been going at it since his birthday a couple months back, but the BF was gone for the weekend, which left his totally horned up and, since his part time job paid minimum wage, basically broke. Finally, he was staring at large tuition payments that he would need to shoulder alone, as his parents' income made him ineligible for financial aid, but at the same time they had refused to help cover his bills when he had messed up in his first semester of college. Too much fucking around. We made out on the couch for a bit and he laid me back and rimmed my hole, getting me rock hard then he slid up my body and began kissing me, sinking his ass down my steel shaft, using only his spittle for lube. He was tight and it felt not quite cleaned out as good as he could be, so I told him I needed to finish pissing. Sure enough, when he slid off me, my cock covered with both his ass juices and spots of blood and brown speckles. This didn't phase him, however. He immediately dropped down and cleaned off my cock, then offering me his hand lead me upstairs to what I figured was the master suite and lead me into an enormous shower enclosure with a seat across one end. TBC

Lately Ive been fucking and breeding trans guys. By trans I mean F to M … they're taking hormones but still have their cunts. Totally different feeling fucking and seeding a [real] cunt but I'm loving it. Any other bareback tops into fucking unprotected cunt?

The only good thing about being a Mall Santa - beyond the extra pay check and the opportunity to take some time off being a bouncer at the bar - was the eye candy. Sure, brats leapt onto my lap (and more than a few managed to kick me in the balls doing so) and sure sometimes there's barf and there's a hell of a lot of crying, but some of the young dads are hot, but this year's prize definitely went to one of the elves. I'd never see him at my other job as there was no way he'd step into something as untrendy as the bear bar, but I got to see him just fine in his tight green elf pants (which were more like shiny spandex or yoga wear than actual 'pants'). And, before he put on his overly long elf jacket, I could see he was slender, sported some sharp little nipples which looked to be perfectly edible. Naturally he was a dirty blond, had soft brown doe eyes and even had dimples. He was the best damn thing I'd ever worked with - except for the attitude. I hated his attitude. See, he was a snob, an effete twink who knew he was cute and liked to drop comments into conversation to make sure we all knew who was looking at him (and that he'd noticed.) Once he found out I was gay, something I let drop casually to see if it would shut him up, it changed in tone, but his remarks were no less obnoxious, if anything, his remarks were even more unpleasant. For example I remember he said "I bet it's nice not having to worry about your gut, y'know, being a bear and all" and “I work really hard to stay this healthy and it’s a lot of work" and "It's gotta be hard to be around all the younger guys, eh? They probably blow right by you" and "I'm sure the bear community is interesting, I guess, but I'd get bored with all that flannel and denim." Stuff like that. Still, as flaws went, it wasn't insurmountable. I liked young fellows with attitude; I liked to put them in their place and drill it out of them, and as for his mouth? Well, I had gags aplenty at home. As for his crack about how hard it was to stay healthy, I had something hard I’d love to introduce him to, and damn the consequences. To him, anyway. Being Santa, I got to give the elves names, and he had no choice but to answer to Twinkie when we worked together, although his name was Parker, and I made sure to make him do any of the lifting - if only because I liked to watch him bend over, as only then would his coat slide up enough to show of his firm round ass. "Shouldn't you do this?" he'd ask, grunting lifting up the boxes of candy canes and little toys we handed out to the kids, trying to goad me on by adding "Aren't you supposed to be a big strong muscle bear under that costume?" It was said with mild contempt, and I could definitely hear it. "Oh I can lift," I replied in a low voice into his ear as he passed by, "...but I prefer to shove." He stumbled, and nearly dropped the box. His eyes widened, as I put my Santa beard on over my actual short beard, and of course I smiled at him. "What?" he asked. I smiled wider. "You heard me. We bears don't mind getting rough. Especially when there's good reason." I let my eyes trail up and down his slender form and then put on my hat and left the little changing area in Santa's village to go to my throne. When Twinkie showed up a few minutes later, he was a little more polite than usual at first, though he was back to his usual self by the end of the shift. The next afternoon, he dropped another obnoxious comment, "It's hard to find guys who care enough about personal grooming. All that hair, ick!" I waited patiently until there were no kids around and nodded at the red and over-sized white striped pole that was near the candy canes were stuffed in an open sack. "Hey Twinkie, give my pole a good rub-down." He blinked at me, obviously not accustomed to being on the defensive, and in a shaken voice asked "What?" I gestured to the North Pole. "It's dusty. Rub it down. I'm sure you know how. It's not complicated." He blushed, but I was the boss, so he grabbed some paper towel and a bottle of cleaner and started to clean it up. "That's right," I said, pitching my voice to him as I walked past on my way to the throne. "Get it just wet enough. You don't want it too slick, or you'll never get it off." I squeezed his shoulder, and felt him shiver beneath me. I watched him work, and he didn't meet my gaze at all, and just before he was done, I saw him put his hand in his pocket and adjust himself. I smiled behind my Santa beard. This was going to be fun. I went in to full gear with him. Anytime Twinkie was alone with Santa, even if it was just a few seconds between kids, I'd find a way to drop a suggestive comment into the mix. "So what would you like Santa to shove through your chimney, Twinkie?" or "You want to suck on something? I got something right here." (And with that I would hand him a candy cane) or "Is your costume okay? You keep tugging at it" and "Santa could definitely use some warm buns - the pole sure is chilly." I'd grab his shoulder and squeeze when I could, and before long he was flustered and clumsy. Here was a boy who'd never had an older daddy bear chasing after him, and he had no idea what to do. His first few attempts at banter fell a little flat, and when I turned his comments into further innuendo, he fell quieter each time, just blushing and going about his day. "I'm pretty sure Santa would bring you any toy you'd like, Twinkie. You want to reach in and see what he's for you?" He blushed redder. "I bet elf-ears make great grips." This made him nearly trip. When we were changing after our shift on the last weekend before Christmas, he kept his back to me, and I admired his firm buns. When he tugged his jeans on over his elf tights I let out a little chuckle, and he flinched. When he put on his jacket and turned to leave, he saw I'd shucked down to my wifebeater and jeans, and I caught him looking at my wide chest and thick arms. "You see something you want for Christmas?" I asked him. He shook his head, blushed again, and said he'd see me Christmas Eve. "Sure thing, Twinkie," I said. "And I've got a present for you, too." He looked up, and I smiled at him in a way that made his whole body shiver. He moved to leave and I stepped in front of him just enough to make him hesitate. "Excuse me," he said. I smiled again. "I thought twinks just blow right by bears like me." He bit his lip, and had to slide by me. I let my hand brush his thigh and the back of his ass, and he let out a little breath as he escaped. I laughed loud enough for him to hear, and then got changed. Christmas Eve there were four of us working, and I brought each of the other elves a present to take home – Twinkie eyed his nervously – and when the long day finally ended, I turned to the other two and said, “You two can go ahead. I’ll give Twinkie a ride.” If they noticed his discomfort, they didn’t care – he’d made no friends of any of the six of us he worked with with his initial attitude – and they left as soon as they could. I watched Parker open up a box to put the last of the toys and candy canes in while the mall announced it was closing. “You make sure that whatever goes in goes in tight, Twinkie,” I said, and he bit his lip, working silently. We pulled down most of the more portable bits, and after a half-hour or so, I nodded. We were still in costume. “Okay,” I said. “The mall maintenance crew will do the rest before opening on Boxing day. Come on,” I said. My little elf followed quietly into the small room behind the throne, and I pulled off my beard and hat, waiting for it. I started to undo the buttons on my Santa jacket before he finally said something. He’d taken off the elf jacket – I could see his slim body trembling a bit in his plain white t-shirt and those tight elf pants and stupid curly-toed shoes. “Where’s my bag?” I feigned looking around. “Maybe one of the other elves took it?” He looked at me. “Please.” I smiled. “Let me look in Santa’s sack.” I made a show of looking in it, then said. “Nope, no clothes in there. Hey – check your present out. I know I said it was for later, but open it now.” He glanced around, then went to the box I’d wrapped and marked for Twinkie. He pulled it open quickly – he was a tearer, I noted – and then opened the lid. “You like it?” I asked, smiling. “You could wear that.” It was a green jock strap – the same colour as his elf costume – and across the waist I’d had “Twinkie” embroidered. He looked up at me. “Look,” he said, but his voice cracked a bit. “I’m sorry about all the stuff I said... You’re a nice guy.” I smirked. “No I’m not. I’m not nice at all, Twinkie. But I think you like that. Or at least, your dick does, if that semi you’re sporting is any indication.” He bit his lip, and I took a step toward him. “Tell you what, Twinkie. Maybe you should get changed, and sit on Santa’s lap, and tell him what you want for Christmas.” “I want my bag,” he said, but his voice had even more of a tremble to it now than before. “Then ask Santa,” I said, and smiled at him, pulling off the jacket and dropping it to the floor. The wifebeater I wore underneath was a bit damp from the work we’d been doing. I turned the only chair in the small room around, and sat on it, spreading my legs a little and crossing my arms. He looked at me for a long time – I imagine he was trying to stare me down – but I just held his gaze and smiled. Finally, shaking even more, he started to walk toward me. “No no no,” I said, raising one hand. I let my arm flex, and I saw his eyes shift to look. Oh, this was too easy. “You need to get dressed up for Santa.” He froze. “I...” “You want to ask Santa for a present, don’t you?” I smiled, and stretched my arms over and behind my head until my back cracked. He winced at the noise. Then he nodded. I watched him shuffle back to the box he’d unwrapped, and then he turned his back to pull his t-shirt over his head. I laughed low in my throat, and he flinched again. The smooth skin at small of his back emphasized his narrow waist. I laughed again when he kicked off his elf shoes and then hurriedly peeled off his elf tights in one quick motion and stumbled a bit trying to put on the jockstrap as quickly as he could. I got a great view of his lean legs and his round ass cheeks, as pert and tight as I imagined, especially when he bent over to step into the strap. I caught a glimpse of his balls, too – he had low-hangers – and was unsurprised to see no hair on him anywhere. He stood there, facing the wall, just breathing. “Come on over, Twinkie,” I said. He took a deep breath, and turned around. The bulge in his jock-strap made it obvious that despite his mild protest, he was definitely reacting to the situation. His stomach was as smooth as I imagined, and his chest was lean and fit. His nipples were as small and as sharp as I’d imagined, and I couldn’t help but leer at him. He approached slowly, and I made a grand show of patting my thighs. He shifted awkwardly in front of me, and then started to sit down across my thighs. I wrapped one thick arm under his and with a quick tug I pulled him into my lap, where – no doubt – he could feel my already obvious hard-on pressed between his wonderful ass cheeks. He shifted, and I wrapped both of my arms around him and squeezed. “Well hello, Twinkie,” I said, and he ducked his head a little, his hands gripping tightly in his lap, obviously trying to cover his arousal. I put my lips to his ear. “Have you been naughty or nice?” He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. “What?” I raised one eyebrow. “You know how this works, Twinkie. First Santa asks if you’ve been naughty or nice.” I let go of him just long enough to wrap my arms back around him and squeeze, pinning his own arms against his chest. He was sitting across my lap, his legs over the side of my chair, and squeezing him pulled his face more toward my chest. I squeezed again. “Now, Twinkie, have you been naughty or nice?” “I...” He swallowed. “I’ve been nice.” I laughed, and it wasn’t a ho-ho-ho. “Oh, Twinkie. Santa has a list, and he knows you’ve been naughty.” I slid my left hand across his chest, and pinched one of his pert little nipples. He yelped, and squirmed in my lap. It made me growl low in my chest, and my dick grew harder. I looked at his jock, and saw he was definitely squirming in a good way, too. “Naughty or nice?” I repeated, rubbing his nipple again. “Naughty,” he said. I laughed again. “Good boy, Twinkie,” I said. “Now, you know what happens when you’re nice?” He swallowed. “I get a present?” I nodded, and squeezed again. “Very good, Twinkie. Now what do you think happens when you’re naughty?” He closed his eyes for a second, and I shifted just enough to grind my hard-on against his butt. He squirmed again, and it felt just as good. “N-n-no,” he wavered. “Santa gets the present,” I said, and with that I slid my left hand down his back and let one finger slide between those delightfully round ass cheeks just a bit. He let out a yelp, and tried to slide off my lap. I held him long enough to let him know I could have made him stay on my lap, then let go. He slid off, but I moved my hands to his shoulders and pushed hard enough to make him sit down at my feet. He looked up at me. “Time to give my pole a rub-down, Twinkie,” I said, and undid the broad flap on the Santa pants. His eyes locked on my crotch as I unfolded the pants open, and revealed the black jock strap I was wearing underneath. “Then I can have my bag?” he asked. I liked this – he was agreeing already, in his own way. “Then you can ask for your bag,” I agreed. He leaned forward, and lifted a hesitant hand. I reached out and took his wrist and pressed it against my hard dick. He rubbed it, applying a little pressure, and kept his eyes away from mine. I chuckled, and he looked at me. “I’ve seen you do better. You know better. Rub it down, boy.” He bit his lip, but shifted forward between my legs – which I spread a bit wider for him – and then he used both hands to pull my dick free of the jockstrap pouch, tucking it to the side. I’m sure the thick hair bugged him, but he wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave my dick another tug. He watched the foreskin tighten, and then gave it another tug. I got harder, and my cockhead started to peek out on his down strokes. “Now get it just wet enough, Twinkie.” His brown eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he looked down again. His hand shook on my hard dick, and I exhaled long and loud. “Come on, Twinkie. You want to ask Santa, don’t you?” He leaned forward, moved one hand to my thigh, and then opened his mouth to suck my dick. When his lips wrapped around my cock, I let out a contented rumble, and leaned back in the chair. He was breathing quickly, and I had the urge to grab the back of his head and shove him down until I was in his throat. I resisted. Barely. He bobbed his head down a bit, and I groaned. The elf was a decent cocksucker, it turned out. I shouldn’t be surprised. The loud ones are always the ones gagging for a dick. After he sucked for a few strokes, I couldn’t resist putting a hand on his head, and though he tensed, he didn’t pull away. After a few more strokes, his tongue licking my dick and him getting used to my thick cock, I tightened my hold on his hair and lifted off the chair a bit to meet his sucking with a short thrust. He gagged a bit, but I held him firm as his hands gripped my red cloth pants. “Yeah, Twinkle, that’s not bad. You’re doing good, boy.” He slurped and sucked and sometimes gagged a bit, until finally, when I was good and hard, I pulled him away from my dick with a quick jerk. His brown eyes were watery with tears from when he’d gagged a bit. I looked down at him, and he bit his lip when I tugged his hair tighter. “Please..?” he said. “What’s that, Twinkle?” I asked, amused. “Can I have my bag?” I smiled down at him. “You don’t ask from down there, boy,” I said, shaking my head. “You know better than that, boy. Back onto my lap. And ask properly.” He shivered, and his eyes widened for a moment. “What?” I spread my legs a little wider, and slapped my red-cloth-covered thighs. My cock stood tall and proud – I’d put on a cock-ring before work for just this moment. Parker swallowed, but he rose shakily, and once again tried to sit sideways across my lap. “No no no,” I said, and grabbed his waist, turning him to face me. I slid my legs between his, one at a time, and then pulled at his waist until he slid forward and crouched over my dick. He sat down with a whimper, and I felt my cock pressed between those luscious round cheeks. His face was right in front of mine, flushed and awkward. He stared at my chest. I wrapped my arms around him again, and rocked him back and forth a bit, my cock sliding along his crack. “Now then,” I said, leaning ahead and putting my beard right against his ear. “Do you have a question for Santa, Twinkle?” “Can I have my bag?” he asked. “Hrm,” I said, and shifted my weight under him, rubbing my dick between his ass cheeks again. “Santa will let you reach into his bag, since you’ve admitted to being naughty. Let’s start with that.” Parker tensed, and I leaned over – more wonderful friction between my dick and his sweet cheeks – and I glanced down to see a telltale wet-spot on the front of his green jockstrap. His dick was very hard. I pulled up the bag and held it just a little out of his reach. He leaned over to get it, and I shifted just-so underneath him, rubbing my dickhead across his pucker for a moment. He let out a little whimper, and I smiled and let him reach into the bag. He pulled out a smaller bag, one of a few I’d put in there, and he held it in one hand. I slid my hands back to his waist and pulled him back onto my lap again, grinding my dick up between his cheeks and pulling him even closer to my stomach and chest. He undid the knot on the bag with trembling fingers, holding the small red bag over my stomach and then reaching inside and pulling out the first of the two items – a small bottle of lube. He swallowed. “There’s more, Twinkie,” I said, and took the little bottle from him. He reached in again, and pulled out the ball gag. I could tell at once he had no idea what it was, and I smiled at him. “It’s to stop naughty boys from saying naughty things,” I said, and he bit his lip frowning at the rubber ball and straps. “Please, I... I’ll be nice...” I smiled, and took the ball gag from his fingers with my free hand. I pressed it against his lips, and he whimpered before opening his mouth. I pushed it in, and then put the small bottle of lube in my mouth while I took the straps of the ball gag and tied them around the back of Parker’s head. I took the lube from my mouth and smiled at the young man. His eyes were wide. “That’s much better,” I said. “Can’t say naughty things, can you?” He made a noise, and I smiled even wider. “You know, I think Santa’s pole isn’t as wet as it needs to be. Don’t you agree, Twinkie?” Parker whimpered as I uncapped the lube and squirted some onto my open hand. When I reached behind him with the hand that held the bottle and tugged him up and off my dick, he pressed against my stomach and chest, shaking as he spread his thighs and balanced on his knees in a half-crouch over me – it wasn’t a position he could keep for long. I rubbed my lubed hand against my dick, then started to stroke my fingers up between the young man’s ass cheeks, pouring more of the cool liquid onto my fingers and giving his pucker a little prod with my finger tips. Parker’s hands gripped my shoulders and he was breathing in little puffy breaths, his knees shaking against my thighs, propped up against me. I moved my head a little and found his little pointed left nipple with my mouth and gave him a little bite. Ah, his nipples were sensitive, as was his little twink rosebud. Perfect. I sucked on his nipple. The noise he made into the gag was music to my ears. I pushed a little harder with my fingertip, and he pushed back against me, unable to help himself and still perched half up on his knees. “Oh, Twinkle,” I said, freeing his left nipple and sliding my mouth across his chest to the other side. “I think you want to be nice for Santa, don’t you? Very nice indeed...” He shivered again, but when I gave his right nipple a stronger bite, his whole body shook and the groaned into the ball-gag and my fingertip slipped into his pucker. I rubbed at him for a few moments while I chewed on him, and he groaned and writhed against me, his legs now quaking with the effort to stay upright against me. His hands gripped at my shoulders, now a bit damp with sweat, and I growled as I bit and sucked and licked at his nipple. I slid my finger further into him, prodding a little further, and he groaned again. Enough. I pulled my finger free – he let out a small moan into the rubber ball. I dropped the lube, gripped my dick, and reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, aiming my cock upright between those pert round ass cheeks, right at his pucker. He cried out into the ball-gag, but gravity was against him, not to mention a big bear with a strong arm. He sank onto my dick and I felt that tight bubble butt open for my cock a few inches. He tried to brace himself against my shoulders again, and his head hung, his eyes clenched shut, while he grunted and groaned into the ball-gag. He was crouched, half-buried on my cock, his lean thighs shaking with the effort. “Oh, fuck yes,” I growled, and gave him a little buck. He cried out into the gag again, and squirmed on my dick, which only made my cock go in deeper. He whimpered and I pulled on him again. “Come on, boy,” I said. “You know you want Santa’s dick... that’s a bear dick sliding into you, boy...” I bucked again, and he cried out again, his legs shaking, and another inch of my cock slid inside him. He was so fucking tight. His voice was perfect now that it was silenced by the rubber ball-gag. “Oh, that’s a nice boy,” I growled. “Santa wants you to side down on his lap, and then you can ask him again, like a good boy...” Parker whimpered into the ball-gag, but his legs were shaking from his awkward crouch, and his ass was sending his brain the feedback that all good bottom boys get when there’s a dick half-way up their hole. He sat down on my dick, his cheeks speared on my dick, and his own dick hard and poking out now from the pouch of his green jock. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing in sharp puffs from his nose, still crouched above me, his calves now bearing his weight but his legs still half-bent in a squat. “Look at Santa, boy,” I said. He opened his eyes, and met my gaze. I nodded, and slid my hands down to his waist and gave him a sharp tug towards me. My cock ground around inside him, and his surprised yelp into the ball-gag made it obvious that my cock was rubbing him just right. Typical twink bottom boy – get some meat into him, and he just can’t help himself. “Okay, Twinkie. You want Santa to give you presents, don’t you, boy?” I tugged him toward me again, my cock hard and buried balls-deep up his ass. He groaned wildly, and nodded. I smiled, and ground my cock into him again, then reached over to my bag – not the Santa bag this time, but my own – and pulled out the cuffs I’d put in there. Parker didn’t notice at first, he was enjoying my dick rubbing him as I tilted, but when he saw the cuffs, his eyes widened. “First present, boy. Hands,” I demanded. He was shaking, but he held his hands out in front of him, obeying. I cuffed his wrists together, and then pulled his arms over my head, his cuffed hands now trapped behind my neck. Then, with no further pause, I started to jerk him towards me with rough tugs to his waist. He groaned and grunted, crying out, and I felt his hands twist and writhe behind my head. “Yeah, that’s a good present for you, boy, isn’t it?” I growled, and when he didn’t answer, I slapped his ass with my hand, hard. He yelped into the gag. “Isn’t it?” I asked again. He nodded, making inarticulate noises into the gag as I ground my dick in a slow circle inside him, rocking him to the left and the right. “Hold on, boy... This hairy bear has another present for you...” I gripped under his legs, and rose from the chair. My cock, buried in his tight pucker, must have speared him as I slowly rose to my feet, and he moaned, his arms tight around my neck, his back arching, and his legs wrapped around my waist. He was helpless, hung around my neck, impaled on my cock, and totally at the mercy of his ass, which was definitely clenching around my meat. He groaned and grunted as I managed to grip his ass in one hand to hold him in place while my other shucked the oversized red pants down. I stepped out of them in nothing but the black boots now, and then walked with the young man riding my dick all the way to the one solid wall of the little hut – the one built against the back of the escalators in the mall. I shoved him into the wall, and buried my dick into him hard. He cried out again. “Okay, you little shit,” I growled into his ear. “You’ve been a pain in my ass for weeks, and now I’m going to take it out on your ass in trade.” I slammed him again, burying myself deep. “With interest.” I pressed him against the wall, and used one hand to tug his head to the left, so I could rub my rough beard all over his smooth neck before giving him a rough bite and other three hard thrusts against the wall. Parker whimpered and moaned and cried out into the ball-gag. “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you?” I snarled. “High and mighty, but put a dick up your ass and you’re nothing but a chew-toy for the bear, aren’t you?” I squeezed his ass cheeks so tight it would bruise, and rammed him again. He cried out into the gag again and again. “Aren’t you?” He nodded over and over, agreeing as his skin grew wet with sweat. My wife-beater was getting wet with my own sweat, and I could smell us as I fucked him like the cheap little shit he was. “You ready for your last present, boy?” I snarled at him, reaching up and gripping his chin with one hand, and making him face me. His eyes were wide and they fluttered when I rammed him again and again, the friction magic with the lube and his tight hole. “Boy?” I growled. He nodded. I reached under him, and unsnapped the cockring. My balls ached with the urge to spunk inside him. Then I reached back up gripped the back of his head. I picked up my pace, ramming him ruthlessly. “Here’s your choice, boy,” I said, voice even. “You can let me breed you boy – fill you right up with my dirty bear cum and give you the gift that keeps on giving – or you can have your clothes back. Your choice.” His eyes widened as what I was saying made it to his foggy getting-fucked brain. I laughed when I realized it took him so long because he was so close to coming himself. “I’d say you’ve got about six or seven thrusts from this bear dick before you need to choose...” I undid the snaps on his ball gag and tugged on the ball-snapping it free. I rammed home again. And again. “Please!” he gasped. I rammed him again, grinding him against the wall. “Please what, boy?” “Oh!” he gasped, “Oh, oh fuck! Please! I need... I can’t...” I fucked him again, and his moan seemed to come from deep in his stomach. “What do you need? You need me to fuck you and fill you up, don’t you boy?” I rammed in hard. “Yes! I mean, oh, I mean...” His head slammed against the wall with every thrust, and reached up and gripped his head in both hands, spearing him against the wall with one last rough lunge as my balls unloaded deep into his boy-ass. His eyes never left mine, and he cried out as his own dick spurted between us, slick against his smooth stomach and rubbing into my damp wife-beater. I stayed buried inside him while my cock surged twice more, and then ground myself into him a little bit before I pulled away from the wall. His arms tightened around my neck, and he let out a little choked sob. “You want your clothes now, boy?” I asked him. My cock slid free from his ass, and I felt some of my sperm drip onto my thigh as he shifted to stand on his own feet, his arms still around my neck. I fingered his slick hole, and he whimpered a little. “What’s that?” I asked. “Yes please,” He said. I smiled. “Good boy. And then Santa will give you a ride back to his place. He’s gonna fill your chimney with presents all night long, boy. You like that idea, Twinkie? This bear is gonna tie you down and you’re going to learn how much you like a hairy man who can plow you so hard you’ll be begging to pass out. You want that for Christmas?” Parker looked at me, and swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” I smiled. “I like your attitude.”

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When I was growing up I had a complicated relationship with my biological dad. Years later I still find myself craving a relationship with an older daddy type who can train me up as his "boy". Well now I have a new daddy in my life, one who is dominant, and more than willing to indulge my fantasies of being his cumdump who serves him and gets fucked under his order by his friends and other men he has chosen. So I find myself curious, anyone else had similar experiences with daddy son type relationships?

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Ryan wasted no time and sat me down on the bench sliding down on my half hard cock, he reached over to a supply of water bottles at the far end of the bench and encouraged me to drink, we shared the bottle and soon the pressure was becoming too much for me as my stream of piss began to fill his rectum, I began wondering how he was containing the volume of liquid flowing into his body, I could feel his belly beginning to bloat as he continued to make out with me and have me drink more water. I finished urinating into my piggy young urinal and he began gyrating his hips and driving my now engorged tool in and out of his sloshy hole, never pulling completely off so as to maintain somewhat of a seal around the impaling implement, clenching down to make me harder still, I fucked his ass, or should I say he fucked himself on my cock for around ten minutes. His hole was beginning to get real sloppy as an ooze of piss and fecal matter slowly began to drip down into my lap, having escaped around my shaft while he bounced up and down. I began thrusting up into his hole with each downward slide of his hole I thrust up into him, forcing a little more slop out each time, making my lap a slimy mess and any thoughts of standing up soon exited my mind as I already was losing my footing on each thrust up into the boy. I lasted about another ten minutes then groaned out I’m cumming as I shot volley after volley of charged cum into the primordial soup in Ryan’s ass. As I finished shooting Ryan lost it and shot his cum up my chest hitting me in the forehead, before losing bowel control and purging around my softening cock the contents of his bowel. Ryan got up cautiously and turned on the water and directed the shower stream in my direction, then adjusted the flow to the hand held and the rain nozzle in the ceiling, he hosed me down rinsing away the slurry which had been deposited in my lap , from deep up in his gut, my piss and cum and his shit. Once it was safe to stand without losing my footing I crossed the distance to him and held him, kissing him and fingering his wrecked hole. I suddenly needed to pee again as I spun him around and pushed my cock back up his ass, releasing my stream once again to fill his gut. Ryan was loving it, gyrating his hips and hole over my stiffening phallus. I had just came but fucking my piss into the boy, started the tingle in my balls again as I glided in and out of his still tight but slick boihole. Ryan moaned as I fucked in his hole my piss acting as lubricant, and cleansing his bowl as I pounded away, pushing past his second sphincter and wrecking his hole. We fucked under the shower for another ten minutes before he pulled off me and deposited another round of slime onto my groin, this time however it was more piss and ass juice mixed with his blood that fecal matter and I could tell the boy had an anal orgasm while I had fucked him. I finished cleaning out the boy with the hand held nozzle giving him a deep cleaning. Ryan looked spent but his cock was still pointing straight at me with just a slight curve towards the end of his 8.5 uncut inches, his foreskin just slightly covering the glans, his slit drooling copious amounts of precum. We had discussed him being a submissive and this was a good time to put my gear into play, I soaped the boy down and washed his almost blemish free body, as he in turn washed mine. We stepped out of the shower and he led me back towards the entry hall where I retrieved my bag “So, now that we have introduction made, and you cleaned out, ready for some real fun? Where can we set up?” “Guess we can set up in the loft, this way” He led me to a spacious loft overlooking the downstairs living room and entry hall, I set my bag down as we moved the ottoman and coffee table to the side near the wall of bookshelves. I pulled out the various pieces of my sling and began sliding them together till they locked in place, we were still both naked so a little foreplay and rough housing occurred while assembling what would end up as Ryan’s initiation into serious pig play, sure we had gotten Raunchy in the shower, but the boy had no idea how much further I was willing to proceed if he was willing. Upon securing the sling bed in place I had him sit onto then lay back to double check height for his hole and head. I reached into my bag and began pulling out various toys and play implements. I walked behind the sling to Ryan’s head and slipped a ball gag into his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes, I secured his wrist just above his head on the respective chains. I then walked around to in-between his legs which were still dangling off the end and secured a chastity cock cage on the boy’s semi erect penis, having to stuff it into the cage, and forcing the lock onto and around his balls. He moaned in agony realizing his normally substantial equipment would be contained and not allowed to function properly. I then slipped a jock over his cage, and lifted each of his legs into the stirrups and secured them there. Having secured the boy into the Sling I took a step back to admire my prize, then took my phone out and snapped a photo of the helpless youth. I wanted more of this hot sub twink so I stepped up to him and began fingering his hole, sliding first one finger in then another, feeling the velvety smoothness of his teen ass hole. I bent down and tasted his sweet hole, tonguing it and nibbling on the ring, Ryan was squirming and moaning as I played his hole, I rimmed him for a good fifteen minutes before standing back up and lubing up my fingers, began working them in and out of his hole, he was moaning and whimpering as I worked my fingers into his boy cunt, with four fingers in him , I slid my hard cock in in the palm of my hand and began using my hand and his hole to jerk off, he was tight and thrashing around so I sprayed some max impact on a towel and stuffed it next to the gag in his mouth, soon he was opening up and allowing my hard cock to leak into my hand and his ass, my toxic precum lubricating his hole. I pull my cock out and my hand slips past the wrist into his tender crevasse sinking up to the forearm into his rectum. I begin to punch fuck the boy, he is squirming and babbling behind the gag as I feed him some more poppers and his hole gives up my fist, I shove my cock back in and plow into his sloppy hole, which is desperately trying to shrink back around my tool. His sphincter begins to grasp my cock as he enters into another anal orgasm sending me over the edge and I fill him with my toxic seed, I pull out and then remove the gag from his mouth replacing it with my slimy, bloody, cum covered cock and he cleans me off, I step back and take another picture of his wrecked hole then place a CL ad for cumdump sub boy taking all loads, then text my fiancé and give him the address to ride over to. TBC

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I used to fuck women in high school and college -- would LUV to breed a sexy FTM dude!

I'm pretty much a total bottom, but I've been attracted to more than one FTM trans person... and usually find out they are transgender after the attraction. I find it kind of curious.

Last night I was so horny when I left work I went to a video glory hole in midtown... ( I actually do it a lot) I had $16 to spend. A new bottle of poppers and $6 for the booth. I see its kinda dead because of the weather but I stay for a bit. I suck one load from a guy and I get sucked by two guys but I don't cum. I want more. I want a wet hole. Just my luck the guy in the next booth is getting fucked (I look through the glory hole) I stick my dick through and he sucks me to keep my hard. I get so close to cuming knowing that this guy is getting spit roasted, but I want to nut in his but. The other guy must had cum because he is dismounting and still sucking me... I pull my dick out and whisper " I want to fuck your used hole like the other guy" Then he slips me a condom! FUUUUCK. I open it. I bite off the tip and push it on my cock so it is on but totally open at the end. He feels the rubber on me and pulls it down even more so my whole cock head is raw. He pushes right onto my dick like nothing at all. He is totally open. I last maybe 3 minutes knowing that I am totally going to stealth this hole. It feels wetter than it should. The last guy must have done the same thing. Then BAM! FUUUCK!!!! I fill his hole with my unknown seed. I get dressed and leave my booth. He comes out too. Hot white jock dude clearly blowing off steam. He says " thanks can I have the condom to use later" "don't worry you already got what you wanted." I smiled and walked out into the snow. Ive jerked 5 times since last night thinking about this.

Chapter 2, Cry Wolf: Four days after I loaded up my golden goose Edmund with my charged load, relieved him of his gold Rolex, and secured a kick ass paying job to babysit some little shit who was the age of a man, but trapped in a wild child’s body, I was sitting on the Metro on my way to downtown DC to meet Edmund’s factor. Basically ‘factor’ was a fancy name for the dude who pays the bills or something. I didn’t really care as long as I got what I was promised. Most folks would be worried that the dude would have backed out or not meant what he said when my long black snake was buried to the hilt up his willing ass. Well, not me. My goose would do anything to keep me around and dealing with his fucked up stepson was just a bonus. Now, must hustlas can’t see the forest for the trees. Not me. I didn’t get to be Master Sergeant by being stupid, short sighted, or a man without vision. I planned to see this play out for the long game and as I looked at my reflection in the Metro window, the glint of gold on my wrist, I nodded and smiled with satisfaction knowing I was on my way. Edmund asked me several times before he left the motel if I would fuck him again if I took the job, and I assured him I would. Hell, the kid may be setting me on the right path, but the goose – fuck – this was a hustle that would take me to the end zone and set me up for a good fucking long time. Yeah my dick was big, I was hot and knew it, and I could get any piece of ass or pussy I wanted all day long. Does that shit pay the bills though? No. Better to use my charms and focus on the big pay day and then be done with it. Speaking of charms, my 10.5 incher was pulsing with need as I had not busted a load since the last one shot up Edmund’s ass four days ago. I planned to make today a day the kid would remember – the day he met MASTER SERGEANT MAURICE LECLAIRE – UNITED STATES MARINE AND ALL AROUND TOP DAWG AND BITCH USER AND ABUSER. Edmund had said the kid was 100% straight, although the wife didn’t think he was sexual at all – too fucked up on drugs, too clueless, and too stupid to care one way or the other. He was a kid with intense passions for what his rich life could offer and I could relate. My passions and wants ran high too, but I was a Marine and I fucking controlled mine, and he would too before I was done with him. I also knew that before the day was done I would: - split his man pussy wide open - POZ his cherry hole - Make him beg for my horse dick - Pad my wallet, drain my balls, and get my freak on - Show him how a stone-cold-Top rolls Hmmm. So many options. - I could just beat the fuck out of the kid and rape him - I could drug him and knock him out and then breed him - I could tie him up and take my time, tease him before I dig him out - Or I could put the fear of Master Sergeant into him and scare the fuck out of him so that he saw me as his best hope Maybe all of the above. Blaze and Breed and Eat, Beat, and Skeet. I exited the Metro, tugged my saggy jeans up just a bit, not too much though as I enjoyed the stares I got when folks noticed my glutes flexing through the thin cotton of my trunks. With my baseball cap tilted to the left and my old-school baseball jacket on, I entered the fancy building on K Street and made my way to the 11th floor and entered by the sign of 7 names beside the door – Johnson, Cobson, Johnson, Morrow, Turner, Boyton and Turner. The receptionist wet herself a little as I walked in and smoothed my introduction. Maybe some other time I’d have banged her in the john just for the hell of it and given her a gift to take home to the hubby, but not today. Today was business. I had barely sat down and flipped open some magazine when an old man with white hair, silver wire framed glasses and slight limp came around the corner, extended his hand, and said as a statement of fact, “Mr. LeClaire.” I followed the factor – whichever of the 7 he was – back into his corner office. He offered me a seat, made his way behind his large oak desk, shuffled some papers and as he looked at me he noticed the gold Rolex prominently on my wrist. “You have exquisite taste,” he complimented me, “and I do believe Mr. Edmund has a watch similar to that.” I nodded my thanks, my dick shifted, I chuckled on the inside – if he only knew. Now down to business. The factor continued, “Edmund and his wife have gone on holiday. Vacation. I believe he discussed a weekend away or something with you, but in light of recent – shall we say turmoil with the young Mister and your impending arrival – he felt it best they extend this trip by a few weeks at least if that would be agreeable?” Like I gave a fuck. The deal was I would handle the kid my way, my rules, my limits so whether my goose was around or not did not matter beyond some extra benefits flowing my way. No worries. He’d make it up to me, I’d make sure of that. Hearing no objection the factor continued, “As agreed, you will have a vehicle provided. Here are the keys. I believe you will find it to your liking. It is a 2016 Escalade Platinum, with Red Passion paint, 22" 6-spoke chrome wheels, power seats, window shades, tinted windows, the works.” I smiled, nodded, picturing the $110,000+ price tag, and he continued as he handed me a large, thick envelope, “This contains $5,000 cash for minor expenses and a black card for anything else you may need. Please keep all receipts as possible. There is a list of contact numbers including mine, our private detective’s if you need law enforcement support, the family physician’s, directions to the home, a key to the main house and the guest house where the young Mister lives. Staff from the main house can provide you whatever you may need. The young Mister is NOT allowed into the main house – period. He is not allowed to drive having wrecked more than one car, including his mother’s beloved convertible just this week. All of the other details are in there as well. Background on his rehab and more. In closing, I must state I find this whole enterprise somewhat unorthodox, but given the trouble this child has cause, the pain the family has experienced, and the resources and efforts put towards setting him right with no success by myself and others…well…I just wish you luck. Finally, I will need your signature on these non-disclosure agreements and your employment contract, and your fingerprints here. Of course your Marine Corps/Department of Defense file has been thoroughly checked and vetted and the fingerprints are only so we can provide you a personalized security access card for the estate.” The brand new Escalade was waiting for me when I got down stairs, as was a sweet-assed little valet who I would have guided to the closest stairwell and jumped on his ass under other circumstances. Man my dick was throbbing. I had not gone this long without blowing my POZ wadd in ass and pussy for years, so time to get this show on the road. The V8 revved, the tunes cranked up, my fat blunt was smoking. I threw my duffel in the back, and Tops was on a mission. I took a few minutes to scan the kid’s file and noted several interesting things such as his preference for certain drugs as well as his habit of calling anybody and everybody with some crisis of the day and pleading for help, then treating them like dog shit and not understanding why they get upset when there is no crisis. I made a quick detour and stopped at my dealer’s house for some supplies. While I was sure the kid would have his own stash, I needed something special and knew my dealer could provide it. He was disappointed when I passed on puffing his pussy out with my dick, but perked right up when I told him I had some big, new business coming his way. My next stop was at the home improvement store for a few more essentials. About 45 minutes later I pulled into a large estate in Loudon County, Virginia – rich man’s country. I was stopped at the main gate by two guards. I parked, walked with them them into the gate house, which was fucking bigger than my own place, and introduced myself. We were joined by two others who just got back from patrol. As a group, they all had nothing good to say about the kid and had horror stories galore to share. They were all former Armed Service members, so I had an easy rapport with my brothers in arms and as a parting gift left a bursting bag of weed for them to share how they wished. I swiped my security card at the gate and proceeded onto the estate. I parked in front of the main house – not one of those McMansions, but a true, old time, fancy-ass, M-A-N-S-I-O-N - and was met at the front door by a maid in one of those black and white little dresses who escorted me through, out the back, and pointed down the hill to the right to the guest house. That’s where the kid was holding court although from where I was standing it sounded like a rave was in full swing. I strode down the Hill and without knocking, opened the door and walked in. The music was extreme, and I was taken aback by the filth, mess, and general destruction. I dropped my bag, wandered around a little, and found 5 young adults in the movie room all smoking pipes packed with weed. I knew which kid was my target from the file and in two strides I had grabbed two of the others and threw them towards the door. Yelps of pain, surprise, and broken highs filled the room. In 2 minutes flat the place was empty of guests and the kid was pacing back and forth like a cocky son of a bitch, screaming at me, asking who the hell I thought I was, that I better watch out as he did not give a fuck what his parents wanted, on and on and on. Mid-rant one of the maids walked in weighed down by a tray full of food and liquor. The kid ran at her, knocked the tray out her arms, and started to scream at her and than swung to slap her. Well, you don’t hit a lady so I decked him. Flat out. Cold cocked. Little shit’s eyes rolled back and he dropped. Now don’t get all worried. I mean yeah I could kill a man with my bare hands. This was just a tap. A little something to get his attention. The maid clasped her hands over her mouth as she cried out, her eyes wide, but she quickly calmed down as I pulled out a stack of hundreds, peeled several off, patted her on the arm when I asked if she was ok, and told her to work up at the big house for the next two weeks. She smiled, laughed a little giggle, looked at the slumped form of the kid on the floor, spit his way in disgust, then thanked me and left. As I closed the door behind her, I locked it and took a few seconds to reset the security codes on the main panel. Time for a little privacy. The kid started to come around and groaned as I hefted him up and tossed him over my left shoulder and with my bags in my right hand, I carried him and my supplies up the grand stairs to the largest and messiest bedroom – his. I dropped my bags on the floor, tossed his sorry ass on the bed, pulled a chair over from the other side of the room, grabbed one of the many ashtrays lying about and pulled out an extra big spliff and sparked up. A big man like me needs a big smoke and as I let the smoke laze out, I took a moment to scope out the kid. He was average height, skinny with his ribs sticking out, bony legs, but a plump little ass from what I could tell through the pair of briefs he had on – dirty briefs at that with piss stains on the front. His momma must have some sista DNA in her someplace and when I thought about pulling those cheeks apart and sliding in, my dick jumped begging to be set loose. I chuckled, patted it down, assuring my monster he would get to bite off all he could chew in a few. I tapped some ashes into a glass on the floor, the kid rolled over, grabbed his head, rubbed his hands through his long and girly hair, gently touched his chin to make sure it was not broken, groaned and started to push off the bed when he laid his eyes on me and froze. Yeah that’s the look. The fucking fear of their black god! Fear was quickly replaced with arrogance and a mouth as the kid started to rant, rave, and scream like a toddler, “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING INTO MY HOUSE – MY HOUSE AND …AND…ASSAULTING ME! YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? WHAT I WILL HAVE DONE TO YOU FOR THIS? I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT MY SOW COW OF A MOTHER THINKS - OR HER LITTLE SQUIRREL HUSBAND.” On and on he went, screaming like a banshee. He trotted over to a table between two chairs, rummaged around, picked up a phone and dialed. He then yelled through the phone, “GET YOUR SORRY ASSES UP HERE NOW! THERE’S AN INTRUDER IN MY HOUSE…YES A FUCKING INTRUDER ARE YOU DEAF OR JUST STUPID? AND CALL THE COPS, I WANT TO PRESS CHARGES…JUST DO IT…FUCK ALRIGHT HE HIT ME…WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU …YOU’RE LAUGHING!” The phone went flying, glass shattered, spittle flew from his mouth as the kid raged on. He rummaged around again and found another phone, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WON’T SPEAK WITH ME? HE WORKS FOR US – YOU’RE WHOLE FUCKING FIRM WORKS FOR US! I WANT TO SPEAK WITH HIM RIGHT N……!” This time a lamp got tossed and a chair pushed. Third time’s the charm right? Wrong. “YOU NEED TO GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT’S WRONG? BECAUSE I SAID SO…..BUT...BUT...,” and then in a voice that mellowed and was layered in falsehood, “BUT GRANDPA I NEED YOU…” This time the phone barely missed the window. The kid then stomped up right in front of me and screamed, “I DON’T NEED SOME LOW CLASS STREET URCHIN WHO THINKS THAT $5 SKUNK WEED IS GOOD SHIT TO…….” The words died on his lips. I had dropped my still smoking blunt in the glass, stood up to full height and puffed out my chest as I calmly took my jacket off, my hat, kicked my Timberlands off with a loud CLANG as they hit the bed frame, and pulled my low riders down showing the massive outline of my now raging dick. You don’t disrespect me and you don’t disrespect my 420. While I had been leaning towards the more lenient options available, his little mouth just bought him a world of hurt and made the decision for me. Time to go all sniper on his lilly-white ass and shoot some mega bullets. I move shockingly fast for a big man and before the dumb fuck knew what was coming I had him on the bed, flipped him onto his stomach, ripped his dirty white shorts right off his pale body, and dry jammed two fingers into his virgin territory. This pussy’s tail was caught in the door for sure the way he screamed and every decibel higher he went, the more my long, black dick streamed my Mandingo oil ready for action. My nails and fingers were creating new pathways of destruction as I ravaged that little pussy. I could tell from the get go I would not be able to just mount him like I did my golden goose, the kid was too fucking tight, but a little prep and his hole would open up – they always do one way or the other. I was also surprised at how strong he was. Amidst the skin and bones was the foundation of lean, powerful muscles. Hmm…. The initial shock had started to fade as I continued digging at his hole and the punk went from shock to quickly sliding down the slippery slope of the 5 stages of dealing with loss – the loss of his cherry. 1. Denial – spit slathered his pillow as he kept trying to shake his head and mumbled how this could not be happening. 2. Anger – Once again the kid started raving about how I would pay for this, didn’t I know who his family was, how he would make sure I was sent to jail for a very long time, and on and on. 3. Bargaining – Next came the bribes, the offers, the search for a way out and off the three fingers I now had shredding his ass. He had money, he had jewelry, he could get me the keys to his parent’s Rolls, he could…he could…. Blah blah blah. Little shit didn’t understand this was about the big game and right now the only payment on the table was cherry cheese cake. 4. Depression – I smiled at the nice red stain from his bruised cherry as the kid now got all quiet. Not even a sob. His mind was dealing with the loss of his virginity. Mourning the fact that he would never be his own man again. Sad about the things he held dear – in the far reaches of his mind – thought he might do, or be, or have one day. That was all gone now. There were a few tears, whimpers, a couple of body wracking sobs. 5. Acceptance – My fingers piston fucked, dug, tickled, and stretched his ass ring and the deeper I got, the more his body took over from his mind. He knew now. Knew there was no stopping, no going back, and that something deep inside of him, some primal need, desire, want, was emerging and as he let go to take the ride his dick swelled under him, his ass ring relaxed, and his body stopped fighting. Now I have no problem taking what I want by force, but when I pulled my wet fingers out of his ass and flipped him onto his back and looked into his eyes I knew there would be no need. You can’t rape the willing and they are all willing to take my monster black dick. They might not be able to say the words, but the look in their eyes tells me they need it, desire it, have to have it more than anything else in the world. I flipped the kid back over, he was sweating and shaking now like he needed a fix. My venom infused dick would blow his fucking mind, mark his body and his soul, and send him higher than he ever imagined. I grabbed his right ankle, then his left, and lifted his legs up and back like a fucking Butterball Turkey. I split his trembling hole a few more times with my nails, took one leg in each hand, scooted in against his elevated hips, and splayed his legs out. My dick ooze sizzled against his flesh as I nuzzled it against his waiting man pussy and the kid’s eyes grew wide, his mouth opened, and his lips moved in wordless agony as I broke his ass ring open and started to slide in. I bent my head and streamed a line of spit to the little cave that opened in his ass right where my dick was going in. Twice more, a few pumps, and I had the right mix of friction to wet, skin to skin, and his deep cherry sauce. The kid’s voicebox started working again and he wailed intelligible words. I know he was asking for it deeper and to make it hurt. So I did. I jammed his ass harder. His little muscles throughout his body clenched in a fit. I went deeper and his eyes rolled back with only the bloodshot whites showing between the fluttering lids. I tilted his whole body towards my right side and scraped his gut walls as I bottomed out and his chest heaved in rapid rhythm. I swung his legs back and scraped the other side. His feet were almost by his ears now as I forced his hole to open for me and his groans of pain and ecstasy urged me on as I angled up and dropped down his chute, rocked back and forth, and then started using my 8-pack to wave fuck, sending a tidal crush of sensations spreading out through his wrecked cunt. Once I knew we were united in flesh, bodily fluids, and lust and desire, I stopped. I eased back until just the tip of my head was being held in his ass by his spasming ring. I looked down at the taught and stretched hole streaked in red and spit, then looked back up as his eyes flashed fully open and with utmost clarity and tears streaming down the sides of his face he begged, “DON’T STOP, OH FUCKING GOD DON’T STOP, PLEASE PUSH IT BACK IN, PLEASE, OH FUCK PLEASE, I NEED….” I love to hear pussy praise my dick and the hunger on his face and the tearing of his hands at my arms trying to pull me closer affirmed that he had just found a new drug of choice – but this one had toxic side effects far harsher than any buzz he had ever known. Time for his lessons. For someone who was used to getting his way, the kid gasped in shock and surprise as I ignored his pleas, yanked my dick free, and climbed off the bed. I sat in the chair, pulled out a new joint, lit it, and as the smoke settled around my rock-hard dick the kid was beside himself. “Come on man. What the fuck you here for? You work for me now. I…I… demand you get back over here and do….well…I… keep doing what we were doing…I...oh fuck I need a smoke, mind if I hit it?” There was so much wrong with what he just said, but to tease the little shit I reached down, stroked my monster dick twice, spit at it and right on target slicked up the head. I looked back at the kid who was mesmerized – all else forgotten. Not so fast though. Back into my bag of goodies I went, and handed him a special smoke. This was some special shit I had my dealer roll up just for him. The kid thought it was just weed, but I had it laced with heroin for an extra kick and fuck-you-motha-fucka! The kid greedily took it, sat on the edge of the bed and squirmed around a bit as his tender hole made it hard to stay still. I kept working on my own spliff as he lit up and went to town and with the first bit of common sense he showed, he kept quiet and let me smoke in peace. His file said he had never done smack before, he was mostly a pills kid – Molly, uppers, downers, Oxy, whatever - along with weed. I planned to change that with a dual track of addiction – my POZ cum and dick and the other black tar. It wasn’t long before the kid stood up unsteadily, grabbed his stomach, and swayed back and forth. I snatched the smoke from his hand just as he ran to the bathroom and puked his guts out. Yeah that shit’s a bitch. A few more wretches and then the kid walked back into the bedroom with a liquor bottle in his hand thinking that would help. I was ready. I took the bottle, set it by the chair, reached into my bag and pulled out a leather collar connected to two long lengths of chain. I quickly wrapped the collar around his neck and fastened it tight, pushing his Adam’s apple back. I then grabbed a handful of hair, dragged him towards the bed, threw him down, and as he tried to climb away from me I got up on the bed behind him and aimed my black missile right for his moist hole. I grabbed his hips and slammed in. The kid arched his back, cried out, then curled up in a defensive pose that was just perfect! I looped my hands under his arms and up onto the front of his shoulders and pulled him back onto my invading shaft. I pressed his body in half as I started digging him out, pistoning his pussy, making it scarlet red, sore, and torturing his hole. I pulled back and slammed the cunt I now owned as he was cradled by his black god, and explained a few things with every brutal thrust: - YOUR PARENTS DON’T THINK YOU ARE WORTH SAVING. I DO. - YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS MASTER SERGEANT, SIR, OR DADDY. ANYTHING ELSE AND YOU WILL GET WHIPPED. - YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, WHEN I SAY IT, AND ANY TALK BACK WILL BE HARSHLY DEALT WITH. - IF YOU OBEY, YOU WILL BE REWARDED. IF YOU DON’T, YOU WILL BE PUNISHED. - THAT PUSSY IS MINE TO FUCK WHEN I WANT, AND HOW I WANT. - YOUR LIFE IS GOING TO CHANGE AND IF YOU LIVE AND ACT LIKE A FUCKING ANIMAL, YOU ARE GOING TO GET FUCKED AND TREATED LIKE ONE. - YOU WILL THANK ME FOR GIVING YOU THIS BIG DAWG DICK, YOU WILL WORSHIP IT, AND YOU WILL BEG ME FOR ME. The entire time I was assaulting his ass he was crying like a stuck pig, but I knew he loved it and wanted more, so I gave it to him to the rhythmic chant of LITTLE PIG, LITTLE PIG, LET ME IN! I wrapped the two chains that hung from his neck collar tight around my fists with enough give for me to guide the pig where I wanted him to go and then I FUCKED HIM INTO SUBMISSION. I fucked that little piggy all the way to the market, back home, stuffed him with roast beef and planned to top it off with my chowder. A good hour later his hole was primed and ready and it was time to mark his ass with my AIDs cum and forever bind him to me even after I had bled him and his family dry for everything I could. I wanted him to feel the full force of my breeding so I pulled him to the edge of the bed, bent him over, and long dicked him to an inch of his life and I tore his hole four-ways-to-Sunday. FUCK I LOVE THE HEAT THAT ROLLS OUT OF A GAPED ASS READY FOR MY SEED AND I PICKED UP THE PACE, SEEING THE FINISH LINE OF THIS HUMP, AND THE WEIGHT OF MY BALLS WAS READY TO UNLOAD AND SO I GAVE IT TO HIM. DAYS’ WORTH OF VIRAL SEED STREAMED INTO VIRGIN TERRITORY AND SPIRALED INTO HIS GUT WALLS AND RODE THE SURGE OF HIS BLOODSTREAM DEEPER INTO HIS BODY. MASTER SERGEANT SHOOTS TO KILL AND THIS TIME WAS NO DIFFERENT. Here’s the moral of the story kids. When you act like an ass, and you cry wolf, one of these days a real big bad dawg is going to come along and make you realize that the entire time you were really just the pig and not a fucking soul is going to step up to stop you from getting what you deserve. TRUST MASTER SERGEANT - THERE ARE MANY WAYS TO CONDEMN A MAN TO DEATH. Stay tuned for B.R.A.T. (Bitch Ready And Turned-out) – Chapter 3, Chastity Slut.

I was laying on my bed, wearing nothing but a jockstrap, my ass wet with lube. I could hear moaning and yelping from another room in the house. I knew I was next. It was my Daddy’s idea. Ever since he knew I was gay, he told me that my sole purpose in life was to take the seed of proper men. Mom and Dad were divorced, so it was easy for him to introduce me to the world of gay sex. From the age where he decided I was old enough to fuck, Daddy regularly pounded my tight little ass until he dumped a huge load into me, a load that inevitably spilled out out of my sore hole onto the bed sheets. Daddy is generally a nice guy, but he set a special rule when we first started fucking: while I would basically have perfect freedom when out of the house, when we were together, he would treat my ass however he wanted. Daddy is a rough fucker, and never cared if it hurt or not, but eventually I grew to like the warm sensation I felt when he came in me. He never wore a condom. He never talked about it. I never asked. He had a smooth muscular body and thick dick and to say 'no' to him would be stupid. Soon, he started to whore me out to his friends. Some of them were fit and hot, and I loved taking their loads, but others were older or looked drug-addled, and I was terrified they were going to hurt me at first. Daddy had one guy forgo lube as Daddy wanted the guy to fuck me dry until I bled. Eventually, when school finished, Daddy was self employed as a carpenter, so I wasn't surprised when he told me I wouldn't go to go to college, but I was somewhat surprised when he said my full-time job would be to be his fuck toy. So, when Daddy came from work we would usually have a light dinner, then I would get ready, we’d spend three to four hours fucking, then chill the rest of the night; often we would end up sleeping together, and sometimes we’d fuck again in the morning on the weekend or before he left for work. Usually it was just him, but there were often one or two visitors during the weekdays, usually his friends. He said he mapped out my future for me, and that I was going to become a proper cum-slut. I grew addicted to the sensation of somebody’s cum filling my ass, and it became my favourite part of being fucked. It wasn’t enough though for him. Though I accepted my Daddy fucking me unprotected, I knew about HIV and poz guys. I didn’t want that at all, and I would always ask him if the next guy he was setting me up with was clean - he always gave me an unconvincing nod or ‘yeah’.. One day, he told me upfront he was fed up of it and said he was going to get me to stop worrying. So he arranged a party over the internet somehow. Anybody under 50, but they had to be poz. He kept me updated on the details of who was coming, what they looked like and if I liked the look of them or not. To keep me horny, he didn’t fuck me for three days before and order me not to jack off. I was terrified, and I didn’t think we would actually go through with it. I quietly protested, telling him I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it, until the night before, when Daddy told me to shut up or they were going to fuck me without lube. I did as I was told. He invited a few other 20 year old bottoms to come earlier and placed us in separate rooms. I never saw them, they were quickly brought upstairs to the spare room and study. When the party arrived they would fuck and seed each boy in turn. I was ordered up to my room, as I could hear the guys laughing and talking downstairs as they grouped up in the living room. It eventually died down as they went into the first room with the first boy. I prepped myself, almost automatically, and I heard the first boy cry out, followed by a cheer. It was two hours later, and I was getting really nervous. I could hear the second boy moaning loudly in the room next door. A load grunt and a few cheers told me he had just taken another load. I snorted some poppers and tried to forget that my Dad had gotten these guys here to basically shorten my life. As I heard muffled conversation, I lay on the bed, face down, trying to relax. Suddenly the door opened, and they filed in, talking excitedly amongst themselves. I didn’t look at them; I got on all fours and pressed my face against the sheets, my ass wide open. Two big hands took hold of my slim waist, rubbing the band of my jocks and I felt a wet cock slap into my ass crack. The mumbling died down to murmurs of approval as the unseen top slowly ushered his rapidly hardening dick into my ass. Suddenly, he gripped my waist hard and plunged his cock into my soft hole. It hurt - even through the poppers, it felt like it was tearing me in half. I yelled. The tops around me cheered and goaded the top to fuck me harder. All I could do was gasp with pain. Even my Daddy had never fucked me this hard. I spent the next five minutes trying to tell myself I was loving it, but it just hurt so much. Soon, he slowed down, and pressed his body to mine. I could feel hair and muscle, and smelt sweat. My ass just started to twinge with pleasure. “You want my load, faggot?” he grunted. “Yes, sir.” I whimpered. “I got a little present for you. You know what it is, fucker?” “Yes sir.” “You want it?” “Yeah…” I felt a cold flush as I said the words. He picked up the pace. The pain and pleasure I felt was unbelievable. I commended my soul as he roared and I felt a huge rush of warm liquid inside my ruined hole. I gasped and groaned in ecstasy as I felt his cock pump it directly into my intestines. It was worth all ten minutes of pain. He pumped a few more times and pulled out and exhaled, drenched in sweat. The guys around me cheered, and one guy with a deep voice said “You know you liked it, boy!”. The fuckfest lasted two more hours. Every time they fucked my hole hard and every time it got a little easier to take thanks to the huge amount of poz cum in my hole. I didn’t care anymore. I never looked directly at any of the tops, I just did what I was born to do. A couple of them whispered that they were going to pose me up, and I just whimpered. Daddy got in front of me on the bed and made me suck his cock while I was plowed from behind. Every time I took a load, he told me to let it run out my ass, until the sheet under me was soaked. Eventually Daddy was the last person fucking me. He clapped my shoulders and rammed me into the bed, spilling his seed into my already flooded ass. I didn’t retrain myself - I yelled and screamed like a little bitch. He whispered "I fuckin’ love you” before he pulled out and the guys started to leave the room, some of them complementing me as they walked out. I was nothing but a hole to my own Dad. I felt so ashamed. I also felt horny. I jacked off, fingering my wet hole as I heard the guys leave. Daddy didn’t even come back. He simply turned the lights off and yelled ‘“goodnight”. I slept on the drenched bed. We didn’t talk about it. The next day, I washed myself carefully. A tiny bit of red came out of my ass. I told myself it wasn’t blood. The next day, it was back to business as usual - Dad came home, we would spend the evening screwing. My ass was tender, but I said nothing. I noticed one difference though - Dad didn’t invite anybody to share me over the next few days. A few weeks later, I came down with a fever. I had muscle pains and a headache and wanted to stay in bed. Daddy was, however, very excited. He told me I had the ‘fuck flu’ and went on the internet. An hour later he told me to go downstairs, lube up and wait on the couch. I staggered downstairs and did as I was told. I knew what he meant, I was just to sick to care anymore. After fifteen minutes, I nearly fell asleep on the couch, when the door opened. The guy standing in the doorway was solidly built, with a mass of body hair and a short black beard. Daddy greeted him and pointed to me. Dazed, I turned over as he undressed. Daddy was getting people to fuck me while I was sero-converting! I got rock hard despite my headache. The hairy top started to gently fuck me and while my ass felt great, I felt like I was going to vomit. He took his time, fucking me in every position until, while I lay flat on the couch, begging deliriously for him to cum. Sure enough, he dumped a load. He thanked me with a kiss, dressed and left. With cum dripping out my hole, I looked up at Daddy, who was undressing. “I don’t think I can take another…” I felt pathetic. “Yeah, you will. Got another dozen lined up over the afternoon. Gotta keep that bug charged up.” “Couldn’t we wait until tomorrow?” I pleaded. He came over and kissed me. “I’m gonna guess you got maybe ten years left in you. I’m not wasting money on meds for your hole, babe. Every moment you’re not fucking is a moment wasted.” The door opened again, and kept opening the entire afternoon, as more and more tops walked in, each man dumping his load into my ass as I sucked my Daddy’s cock. At one point there were four guys waiting in line to fill me up. I nearly passed out, but eventually, in the early evening, Daddy told me to take a shower and get ready for dinner. I left a trail of poz cum on the floor to the bathroom on the second floor. As I clambered up, he told me he was going to dump another load in me tonight, before we went to bed, and there would be more of the same tomorrow. Daddy and I are still together. He threw away most of my clothing, except for my underwear and jockstraps, and yes, he still fucks me in every day. Sometime he takes me out to restaurants to eat, but otherwise we never leave the house except to go to mostly sleazy clubs and occasionally to the house of one friend or another, where I am always filled up with cum. Sometimes Dad is too lazy to cook dinner, so on those days I am usually fed nothing more than the cum from whatever top is around. Daddy loves to remind me I have only so many years left, and I don’t deserve anything but more loads. I get dozens of different tops every week now, and they talk shit, telling me they’re fucking me to death. I’m absolutely nothing to them. It’s soon going to be winter, and Daddy says I’ll freeze if I don’t get enough hot cum loads inside my ass. I'm going to do my best to stay warm.

I get super extra horny when a top tells me he's going to knock me up or get me pregnant with his toxic seed. I haven't been actively chasing for very long, but that sort of verbal play is definitely a part of the appeal. And I love knowing that this toxic top is going to become a part of me forever.

Wednesday came and I remembered James said he would be working. I called to make sure he was there. He said he was working til 8 but if I came around 7 he would have a surprise for me. I couldn't imagine what it would be. I got fucking horny in anticipation. I had a little gstring pair of panties and thought it would be fun to walk around in them, the string rubbing my ass and my bulge filling out the pouch. I had been working out for almost a year and my body was toned as much as I could get it. I headed in to the theater and there was James. He looked even hotter than I had remembered, a dazzling smile lighting his face when he saw me. "Hey handsome, right on time." Yep, it was exactly seven o'clock. I pulled out my money but he told me to put it away. "Are you kidding? I put out the word you were coming tonight to my friends and they will cover you." "Really? How many guys did you call?" "I called four and told them they could bring someone too if they wanted. The word is out that a hottie will be taking loads in the theater." "What's the surprise?" "Oh, you'll see," he laughed. "I have a surprise too," I said. Yeah, what?" I unbuttoned my cargo shorts and opened the front, revealing my red panties. I rubbed the front, filling out the pouch nicely. I looked around the store and didn't see anyone so I dropped my shorts, showing James my bubble butt with the string riding down my ass crack. "Fucking hot, man. Give me your shorts and shirt." "I don't know about that. My car keys are in them." "They'll be safe with me. Come on, there are guys in the theater who will love seeing you strut around in that." I thought, why not, then stripped down to the gstring, passing my clothes to James. He put them under the counter and started rubbing his cock. I was getting hard, my boner poking the gstring material up. "Get in there before I bone you right here," he said. "Besides, your surprise is awaiting." I had to see what the surprise was! I headed in to the theater and when I opened the door there I was up on the screen, riding up and down on James' cock while he sat in the chair in the hallway of the arcade. The video they had shot of me when I had been there a few weeks earlier was the feature porn of the night. I wasn't sure of the legality but I had to admit it was really hot seeing a cock pound my cunt for everyone to see. I walked around the back row to let my eyes adjust and hands brushed my ass as I walked by. I strolled down the side aisle, fully lit by the movie screen, my bubble butt rising and falling with each step. I went to the very front of the theater and put my hands on the stage, bending over to expose my hole. I pulled the string aside and fingered myself. I needed some lube so I spit on to my finger, pushing my middle finger in a little more. I turned around and saw there were at least ten guys in the theater already, most with their dicks out and stroking. I rubbed the pouch of my gstring, then released my cock, stroking it as I surveyed the theater. I saw a couple of guys on the side aisle who looked like they might be fun so I headed over to them. They were sitting side by side, both cocks out, stroking each other. They were both in their late twenties, built well and had at least seven inches each. "You must be the guy James said was coming," said one of them. "You gonna get loaded up tonight?" "With any luck," I said. The guy on the aisle reached over and took my cock in his hand. Then he leaned over and licked the tip. "Nice precum. Very sweet." Then he started sucking my erection, bobbing up and down on it, taking it to the back of his throat. The other guy got up and began to massage my chest, playing with my nipples. He reached down with one hand and rubbed my hole with his finger. "Not wet enough," he said, then dropped to his knees behind me and began to lick my butt cheeks, then pulling the string aside and sliding his tongue in to my hole. He proceeded to fuck my pussy with his tongue. I was in heaven as one guy worked my front and another worked my back. Guys started gathering around us, some sitting in seats in front and in back of us, some joining in right there in the aisle. One guy said, "Holy fuck, you're the guy in the movie!" I just moaned as hands were all over me. Then the guy who was rimming me pulled the gstring off of me and tossed it in the air. "A souvenir for one of you lucky stiffs." "Fuck, James was right, this guy will do anything!" said another. I gathered that these were all his friends. The guy who had been rimming me got up behind me and I felt his boner on my ass crack. He tried to push in but I was too tight. He dropped another load of spit on his cockhead and pushed in a little. "You're going to take this cock, bitch." More spit and more pushing. Someone passed me some poppers. I took a hit and relaxed my hole. Soon I felt the cock pop past my sphincter. "That's it. Open me up," I cried. "Get me ready for more cock." He began pumping in to me, his spit working with his precum to act as lube. I knew I was going to get many loads tonight but this was the first and I wanted to enjoy it. I lifted my leg on to the armrest in front of me so everyone could get a good look of his cock as he fucked me. The guy who had been sucking me got up and slapped my ass. "I want a turn now." "Fuck, let him cum in me first," I said. "I want cum." "I'll give you cum," said another guy and stroked a huge load on the to small of my back, dripping down my ass crack on to the cock fucking my hole. "There," said the guy who had been sucking me. "You have cum in your hole. Now I want my turn." His buddy pulled out of me and he came up behind me, bending me over the armrest, my ass sticking out in the aisle. He closed my legs then pushed his cock all the way in with one stroke. "That's it bitch. Keep those legs closed so you feel like a real pussy." He began to pump my ass and more guys were around us. Faster he went then he pulled out and shot a big load of cum on my butt. The heat of his load felt great. He rubbed it on my ass, then fingered it in to my hole. "Thanks, buddy. Now you can take someone else." Another guy pulled me up from the armrest and made me get on my knees. He came up behind me and began to fuck me doggy. He didn't last long but did leave a nice deposit deep inside me. Two more guys took turns on me doggy, tag teaming me. One then the other would fuck my cunt. I was getting pretty loose. Then I heard a familiar voice. "I brought him guys. My turn." I looked up and there was James, completely naked, his eight inch rod at attention. He reached his hand out and he pulled me up off the floor. "Come on, let's go up front." He took me to the front of the theater and had me lay on the edge of the stage. He lifted my legs up and pushed his huge dick in to me. My legs were over his shoulders as he piston fucked me right there. I leaned my head back and could see myself getting my ass filled on the screen. "I fucking love your pussy," he said. He pumped harder and I could tell he was getting close. "Load me up James. Breed my hole. I want you so bad." "Aaaaahhhhhh," he cried and pushed all the way in, holding his cock deep inside me as he throbbed against my hole. I reached down and felt his cum leaking around his cock, oozing slightly out of my hole. He pulled out with a little pop and kept my legs spread with his hands. "Nice cunt,"he said. "Look at my cum dripping from his hole, guys." Then he flipped me over and told another guy he could have me. The guy got behind me and began lapping James' cum from my hole, digging deep with his tongue to get every drop. He got up and guys started taking turns on me. One after another, dick after dick fuck my hole, dropping load after load. I had no way of knowing how many loads were inside me, how many were on my butt and hole. A few guys got on the stage and came on my face, a few feeding me their cum, making me eat it. I was a total whore and James just kept guiding more guys in to me telling them I was the same guy that was getting fucked on the screen. I guess it made them think they were breeding a porn star, but actually I was just doing it because it felt so fucking good. All of a sudden the lights went on in the theater. I was laying on the stage covered in cum. I looked up and James was just smiling. "Looks like you closed the place down." "But I want more," I said. "Tell you what, my buddies want to make another movie. I'll let them fuck you but then we have to go. Come out here." He pulled me off the stage and we walked naked to the main store. It was now just James and three of his buddies left. He had me go over to the gay video section and his friend gathered around me. I sucked one, then the other, tasting my ass on their cocks. They had all fucked me at least once already. James had his camera out and was shooting the action. He directed the guys as to what he wanted. He had one of them get on the floor. "Now sit on his cock." I did as he told me and leaned forward when he told me. One of his friends got in front of me, dropping his cock in to the mouth of the guy fucking me. "Now eat him," said James. I began to rim the guy in front of me, licking his musky hole, pushing my tongue deep. He moaned with pleasure. Then I felt the third guy behind me. "Yes," said James. "He's open enough for two. Push it in." Then I felt another cock invade my hole, James getting it all on video. I was getting dp'd on the floor of an adult bookstore while rimming another guy. I was in heaven. "Come on, pump him guys. Work those cocks in to him. I want to see cum all over his hole. Two loads. Come on guys." They began pumping together, wrecking my hole for any further use that night. The guy I had been rimming turned around and made me suck him. He pulled out of my mouth and stroked his dick. Cum covered my tongue. "Show it to me baby," said James. I opened my mouth and stuck out my cum covered tongue, then pulled it back in and drank every drop. The tops were now pumping faster and James told them it was time for them to cum. The guy on top pulled out and stroked a huge load on to my hole while the other guy fucked me. "Turn over baby," said James. I did as he told me and rode the cock in my hole, stroking my own cock as I milked the cum out of the top beneath me, looking in to the camera the whole time. James trained the camera on my hole getting pounded as the guy shot his load deep in my gut. Then he stroked his own cock next to mine. We both stroked and soon there was cum exploding from his piss slit, covering my cock, making exquisite lube. I was soon cumming, shooting a huge stream of cum up my stomach and chest. "Fuck, dude. That was intense," said the guy who I was still sitting on. I laughed as James pulled me up off the floor. "I hope I didn't disappoint you guys." James tossed me my shirt. "Wipe yourself off with this, cum slut." I wiped the cum from my face and torso but left it on my butt and hole. I planned on feeling it as long as possible. I slipped a finger in to my hole and brought it to my nose. "Ah, I love the smell of cum."

Load 5: Public Beach Breeding A couple of days before Christmas I finally worked out a time to meet a guy I had been chatting with on A4A all week. He was visiting family on vacation from a Midwestern city so finding a time and a place was a challenge. We decided to meet at a beach a bit south of me which supposedly had a nude beach area. We met at the parking area and he was a sexy 50ish blond white guy white guy with a lean hairy body. We set off to find the nude area which was reportedly about a mile south of the welcome center. We walked. And walked. And walked. Finally I suggested that it was getting late and we should go over to a wooded area and find a nice quiet spot. We found a perfect spot just off the beaten path, crawled into the thicket and got completely nude. There's nothing like being totally nude, in a hedgerow, squatted down and sucking a 8.5" thick, uncut, downward curved cock. After getting him lubed up I turned around on my hands and knees on a beach towel like a bitch in heat. He lined his cock up to my hole and hilted his prong inside me. All. The. Way. We tried to be as quiet as we could because we really didn't know what our surroundings were. After about 10 minutes of him jack hammering my hole he unleashed a built up torrent of jizz past my second sphincter as I inhaled my poppers. Just after he came down from his high a guy walked right by where we were and I know he had to have seen us. We quickly put ourselves back together and trucked it back to our cars. Load 6: Auto Repair Shop Knock Up On the way home, I got a Scruff hit up from a guy who wanted me to stop by his work and take his 4 day load. Pretty simple, he gave me the address, I walked into the empty building where he took me upstairs where he already had a dirty comforter spread out on the floor of the office. Taller, like 6'3", 7" thick, cut, SUPER hairy body, smelled like he hadn't showered yet. YUM. he ended up with me on the hard floor on my back as he jammed his cock up my juicy hole and released. I could feel every throb. Load 7: Latino Porn Contributor Take 2 While I was on the dirty office floor of an auto repair shop taking a load like a whore, my favorite guy texted me wanting more. We'd been texting for a couple days and I told him why he looked familiar. Yup, I was right. A porn star (at least in my eyes). This had to be a quick one so we did the down-n-dirty-doggie-style on the edge of his bed. He got a little bit of video but the quality wasn't great so I'm keeping that for my own spank bank, lol. I really like this guy. Even more than I did the first time. #totalpackage

Part 9 My first rapist reached around and spread my ass to reveal my still sore hole to this monster who would kill me with his cock. I felt the metal skull touch my hole and while I was expecting it to be cold, it actually felt hot, like it had just been in an oven. “That’s the beginning of the fire you will be trying to extinguish the rest of your pathetic, cum hunting life. No amount of fucking, cum taking or accepting your place as a whore for men will ever extinguish that fire. But you will not remember me telling you that in a minute. You will always be seeking that extinguisher.” The pain I felt at the first penetration of my hole was nothing compared to the absolute shredding of my…cunt. The skull forced my hole open, bringing the burning sensation into my inner walls, followed by the large ring. My hole tried to resist, to protect itself from its abject destruction, but it was not going to stop the monstrosity. There was laughter from behind and the rest of the cock was ripped into my pussy and shoved deep into my cum filled ass. The agony was a thousand times worse than the first rape. The heat that was emanating from the whole of this demon’s cock was unbearable, from the skull and ring, all the way to the base which was stretching my once tight hole into a loose cunt. I screamed with the agony of my destruction and agony, the terror so load it actually was heard from around and behind the gag. “Do you feel that Joey? My demon dick in your once virgin hole? The hell fire that is marking you as a slut? A pussy for men to use and abuse? Are you enjoying it yet boy?” I could barely hear his taunts and could not respond. Suddenly, the pain was doubled when the large cock was ripped out of my ass. “Boy, pull him back as far as possible and bend him over. I have one more destruction to complete.” I felt my body being pulled as far from the wall as the cuffs and my arms would allow, and then being bent over to give this Beast a direct aim to my cunt, which felt like it was wide open and empty. “Master, do you think he’ll be able to…survive that?” “Do you think I care? If the bitch survives, his hole will be prepared to take his new life. If it doesn’t survive, he will be an unwilling participant in the life that will be his going forward. It’s always more fun when the punks are not as strong and able as you are boy, to survive this initiation. It’s always more fun when they remain a non-consenting breeding sow who doesn’t enjoy serving our Master with their ass and mouth. The only better ones are the straight boys who never wanted it at all.” What the hell were they talking about? What did he mean survive? I felt the cock again at my cunt. “Oh Father, prepare this loathsome punk for his final destruction, cursed be his ultimate fate.” The beast shoved his cock back in, not stopping and making me again wail in agony. This time, the pain was worse because there was a new penetration, deep in my ass, another hole was ripped asunder. This rape continued for an eternity, alternating between slow but deep penetration and full removal and reentry, and hard painful rammings that tore my deepest innards apart. During the entire time, I screamed and cried, tried to force my mind away from feeling what was going on. I even tried slamming my head into the wall and the railing, hoping that I would blackout or something more. “Here is your final cumunion with your new Master. Demon Father, poison this whore with your demon seed, to slowly destroy him and make him the newest unholy depository to your gift.” One final, destructive thrust was paired with a blast of what felt like liquid fire. “Take your destruction boy, your death by demon sperm.” Several shots were fired into my cunt, deep into my body, into my soul it seemed. After the spasms of cum slowed and then stopped, the cock was left to shrink in battered cunt before getting pulled out. My hole stayed open, but all I could feel was cold air blowing into my ass, no cum was dripping out. “Look at me Joey.” My face, still contorted in agony, hatred and humiliation, turned to the loathsome creature. “Did you like that Joey? Did you enjoy the blessing that was bestowed upon you by my Father through his seed? I glared at him and shook my head. The demon smiled and looked to my first rapist. “We have found a true disciple. An unwilling participant in our quest.” Both laughed and I watched in terror as the demon reached to my still open hole and stuck a finger in, to wet it with cum. He reached back to his stomach and marked another hash on his list. “99.” The demon again turned to the other man. “Prepare him for his first usage. The guys are very anxious to take their turns. He should be healed and tightened up in a few minutes.” Turning back to me, “Joey, I am so happy to welcome you to your new life and am so glad you have been successful in remaining an unwilling participant in your new life. That will bring my Father immense joy in your pain and humiliation. It will also bring us immense monetary pleasure as we will continue to sell you, an unwilling cum whore, a tight jock pussy no matter how many cocks you are forced to take and how many loads. I think your first test tonight will be a success as there are several men here to use your cunt.” “I look forward to seeing you around campus and hearing stories of the jock who can’t stop throwing himself at every man on campus. And if you think you can escape this in any way, be assured, that has been foreseen and is not an option. There will be no death for you, no alcohol or drug to dampen your experience. You will never enjoy being a whore, and you will never be a willing participant. You will know every time a man uses your cunt and pumps his sperm into you like a cum dump. You will never forget this night or any fucking, breeding, rape, or physical attack against your body for any minute of any day for the rest of your pathetic life.” With that promise made, the demon put his cock away, put a shirt on and walked out of the stall. Within seconds, I could hear the noise from outside again. The first rapist stood there, looking at my ass and simply said, “It’s time for you to spread your cunt bitch.”

Part 8 Behind me was an image that will be scarred into my psyche the rest of my life. It had to be a mask, but it looked so….real. The image staring back was that of the Devil himself, blood red with horns. The eyes were also red, and staring back at me, almost to my soul. “Look down Joey. Look what will be your destruction. Or your Salvation. Only you can determine that.” I struggled to break eye contact and moved down slowly. At the developed chest, which normally would turn me on, the nipples were surrounded by blood red bio-hazard markings. “Look closely.” At that command, I saw them. On each tattoo, on the downward points, were laughing skull tattoos. Each nipple was pierced with a very painful looking piercing, what looked like miniature spurs hanging from each side. I shuddered in fear, and the Devil grinned. “They are as sharp as you think. Keep going, boy.” I moved my eyes further and saw a paunch gut, not too big, but definitely more than I’d find attractive. “Count.” I noticed red hash marks, in groups of five, tattooed from his chest almost half way down his stomach. My final count came to 98. I looked back to his face, but was greeted with a severe slap across the face. “I did not give you permission to look upon my face.” “Lower.” As my eyes reached his cock, they spread further in terror at what I was seeing. The cock looked to be about 9” long, maybe more. But the length was nothing compared to the size around. Soda can is the best I could compare it to at it’s biggest. Even worse was the horror at the tip. A blood red ring pierced through the head of his cock and again, the laughing devil image, this one looking up at me form the front of the ring. “You better hope your cunt can stretch, because Luc will be ripping you open and will bring the rest of my cock with it.” Seeing the terror, and question, in my eyes, he said, “Luc is the skull. Short for Lucifer. My personal Master. He who I serve and who gifted me with my special gift.” This was now, officially, the beginning of my own personal hell. “Spread his ass for me, boy.”

sorry for the delay. wrote a longer section to make up for it. As always, let me know if you want more. Also, feel free to make any suggestions for Joey to experience Part 6 “If I see you waste a drop of my load, I’m gonna make you regret it.” What the hell have I gotten myself into? I just got fucked. No not fucked, I just got raped. Some faggot trucker just raped my ass and turned it into a pussy. And he shot his load in me. Oh god, he fucking shot a load of HIV cum in me. I looked at him, still with tears on my face, as he pulled his cock out of me. In fear of what would happen, I tried as hard as I could to tighten my hole, but I felt his cum run down my leg. “You sloppy little cunt, I told you to not waste my cum.” Before I could react or try and turn away, a hard slap struck my face, hitting both my nose and left eye. I screamed out as it felt like my nose was broken, but again, there was little noise. I felt his reach down to my spread ass and rub my hole. “Good boy, you’re tight still. You’re next fuck is gonna like that. You, not so much since, well, if you thought I was rough, he’s much, um, worse,” and he smiled as he said it. “Now, I’m going to take the gag out for a second, but if you scream or yell, your balls get more than what I gave your nose. You’re gonna have fun explaining to all the guys how your nose got so swollen. Remember, not a sound.” He reached up and loosened the strap on the gag enough so the ball could drop out. “Now, baby, be honest. You loved me fucking that hot little cunt of yours right? Loved giving me your cherry and taking my toxic cum up your hole.” He smiled an evil smirk, and waited for my answer. “No.” I could barely make the word come out. “Aww, Joey, that hurts my feelings,” again, with the smirk. “I did this all for you and all you are is an ungrateful little queer who won’t thank his Daddy for knocking him up and giving him his first taste of being a pussy.” “I, I didn’t want this. I didn’t.” I felt his hand reach further between my legs, and graze my balls, causing me to jerk in fear. He continued to my cock. “If you didn’t want this, then why is your cock so fucking hard?” I only now realized that he was telling the truth; my cock was hard. “Oh, now I see why you are such a hot cunt; that tiny little cock, even as hard as it is? And, aww yeah, you’re dripping like a horny little bitch.” He pulled his hand back and lifted it to my face. I could see his finger tips were wet, and I knew what it was. “I…” As soon as my mouth opened, the fingers were shoved in. “Lick it off bitch, taste your cum.” I tried to pull away, and then I tried to bite his fingers. “Well, it seems like you want a beating in addition to your fucking. I love rough punks like you.” He pulled his fingers out, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back as hard as he could. His other hand went to my asshole again and two fingers were shoved deep. “Now you are going to open your mouth and leave it open. Understood?” I refused to do it and stayed silent. My head was pulled back further. “Open your faggot mouth boy. Or the next injury to your face is a permanent change to your nose.” For a second, I thought about fighting. I slowly gave up, and opened my mouth. “Good boy.” The fingers were pulled from my ass and appeared in front of my face. “Tongue.” One word, a simple order. I stuck my tongue out and he placed his fingers on it. “Taste your pussy, punk. Taste my cum that you took up your cunt. Taste it.” I licked the fingers and closed my lips around them. “I didn’t tell you to do that prag. But suck them clean.” I took his fingers all the way to the webbing, so disgusted with myself for liking the taste, knowing the cum was just in my ass and was possibly going to kill me. “Open.” I opened my mouth and he pulled his fingers out. “Did you enjoy that taste boy?” “N…yes.” “Good little faggot, loves ass cum.” “Now, I know you thought you’d be done after me. But, I have a surprise for you.” “Please, let me go. I don’t want any more.” “Bitch, this isn’t about what you want. It never was, and it never will be. Open your mouth, time for your gag to go back in.” “Please don’t do…” the red ball was shoved back in. The straps were tightened. Blackness came over me again as the blindfold was lowered again and also tightened. “He’s ready for Round 2.”

Its owner said it was 10 & 1/2 inches. If he was exaggerating, it wasn't by much. Even more impressive? It was fat even in proportion to its length. I literally could not get my fingers around the base, and the perfect mushroom was like a tennis ball. All I could really do orally was lick it and admire it, but anally? I could sit on it and ride it cowgirl. I took it on multiple occasions and loved every fat inch of it. (Never got his name, though. God, I'm a whore.)

Now it's the leader 2 sons turn and they have bigger dicks than the leader but one does not have PA. As they are fucking me it's starting to be enjoyable as maybe it has to do with the drugs Rocky has been giving me or maybe I'm finding out that I really like this attention I'm getting. The sons are not just ramming their dick in my hole but taking their time. They take me off the bench and put me in a sling and the lights get real bright as Rocky takes a camera out. The sons are fucking me and asking how I like being their bitch and I say I love as the leader waves the cattle prod. The sons ask me if I want their POZ seed in me, I scream yes as in truth I really starting to like the feel of there dicks in me and even sucking their cum & blood off their dick as I can see the excitement in their eyes when their dicks are cleaned. I don't know how long the 3 of them have been working my hole and mouth over they tell Rocky to plug his hole and let him crash and they will be back in 2 days to see how their new bitch is doing. As Rocky takes me into another room and cleans me up with the cold water from a garden hose and I ask Rocky if I can take the thing in my ass out , he says if I do I will get zapped by the cattle prod. I feel very tired after and I just fall into the bed naked. I don't have any idea what day or time I have been here. It's now just the leader comes down stairs to see me and bends me over a bench and pulls the plug out, he says soon my hole will be ready for anything. He pulls out his dick and without anything said I start to suck it wile he fingers my hole with that burning lube but it feels good. I get on all fours on the bed, what an ass you have so just wiggle it as he just sticks his dick in my well lube hole and it's done with no pain this time and I really like the feel and something tells me to squeeze my sphincter mussel on his dick when he is balls deep. He says I'm a natural bitch as I just did it as he drops his load in me and after he pulls out without tell me I start to clean his dick. He calls Rocky to give me a heavy slam. After the leader gets finish with giving 2 more loads he tell Rocky to get on the bed and to suck my dick and never having this done to me before I don't know what to expect. I see Rocky has a cage over his dick as the leader says Rocky is a piece of shit. The lights are turned on very bright as this is going to be filmed. As I lay there Rocky starts to work his manic on my dick he is told not to let me cum as that's for his hole. I'm really liking this and as I'm about to cum Rocky stops and I'm left with a raging hard on as the leader comes over with a ruler to Measure the length and girth of my dick and goes WOW. Rocky is now on all fours and I just go over and stick the head in Rocky hole, this is feeling great as the deeper I go as I can feel this is not Rocky first time getting something up his hole. As I go balls deep he is grunting as I can feel I'm bottom out in his hole. I in a hole for the first time and the feeling is incredible as I go back and forth picking up the pace I don't want to stop but I explode in his hole and as I pull out I'm still squirting out cum as I see Rocky hole dripping cum , I'm told to suck the cum coming out of his hole. After a cool down and getting hydrated with that bad tasting water I go back to fucking and sucking my load from Rocky hole, I put another 3 more loads in RockyIts. The leader says you will be great as your dick is still hard and ready to go again. I think I spent 2 month there are the weather was turning and it was July when I was kidnapped. A few weeks I had a bad cold and Rocky said I will be ok as that is being part of the brotherhood as everyone gets it sooner or later. When the leader comes by after I’m feeling better he says we are going on a trip. They give me some jeans , sweat shit and sneakers. Its dark out side and once inside the van I'm hand cuffs to the van. The leader says they are not sure if they can trust me yet. We drive for hours and stop for gas and I could have scream but I'm starting to like getting fuck and getting a chance to get my dick in a warm hole as back at the Lake I was called a freak for the size of my dick. When we stop at the hotel the leader says someone is going to come in for a 2 hour session with me and I'm to fuck them and let them suck my dick. There is a knock on the door and this 50 year old guy at the door , he comes in and get undress and hands me $600. I put the money away as I was told and drop my jeans. His reaction to my dick was WOW that's it's bigger than in the pictures. He is on his knees in a second with his mouth work his magic and I'm hard is a second. He ask if I fuck raw or safe only and I'm not really sure so I just say anyway you want. He say great as he like it raw. He breaks out a syringe and injects his arm and ask if I want any. I don't as I told him I'm working and have to stay hard. I go right to work and can feel that he has a well used hole as l slip right in without to much effort. I slow fuck him as I want to enjoy this as much as I can. I can feel by the motions of his body he is also having a good time and as I'm about to cum he is squeezing my dick and he is trying to get all of the load in his hole. As I pull out he turns around and his mouth is on my dick and doing a nice job of cleaning it. In the time I was with him I gave him another load and when he left I was given an extra $100. That day I fuck 3 more guys and 2 of they gave me extra money. The leader came in after the last one left and took the money and without a question I gave him the extra money. He said good boy as he has 1 more for me but my dick is raw, he says you won't need my dick but my hole. This customer will be with me for the rest of our stay in this hotel. He comes in with a few bags and a portable sling. He is maybe 30 and not bad looking. He starts to kiss me after I get out of my clothes as he is on leather chaps and wants me in the sling. I was told he is going to slam me and as he does it's a heavy one and this stuff is real strong. He kept me hydrated with good G. First he fuck me with his nice size dick. Then he put on the bed all sorts it toys some I have seen but most I have not. He takes his fingers and starts to probe my hole first 2 fingers then he picks up a metal spreader with this stringy lube and puts it in my hole real slow till it's all the way in. He is stroking my raw dick but everything is feeling great between the slam & G and how my hole is feeling as he keeps turning the screws to open me up more. He says he like opening young boys holes and making them his puppets. I'm having a good time as I'm getting into this as he pulls out the metal device out and wants to see how ready I am after he gives me another slam & some more G.

Exactly. As much as I love sex, there's more to life. And more than careers too. There is so much more to life than either of those. My life is not defined by what I do for a living or how much sex I get. Kind of feel sorry for those that allow that to happen. They miss out on so much. And... If all I did was have sex, the intensity of the act would definitely lessen. Definitely don't want that.

Scientist looking at new drug compounds for various diseases and infections, including HIV.

OMG What Did I Do? Part IX I was finally getting that close up look at this guys huge cock. It was in my face and then I had the head of it in my mouth before I knew what I was doing. He was sucking my cock and ramming my big dildo in and out of my ass. He was pounding my hole hard and fast with that dildo and had me just floating away with the fantastic feelings he was causing. I tried to get more of his cock in my mouth but it was just so huge I could barely get a couple of inches past the head of it in me. I could feel myself getting harder and harder and was very close to cumming, when he all at once stopped sucking and grabbed the base of my cock with his free hand hard. It completely stopped the sensation and he just held on tight for a bit. I groaned around his cock and he then told me he didn't want me to cum yet, just keep edging a while and then make it a really good orgasm for me. I just wriggled around as he had not quit ramming my hole with his other hand with the dildo. I was going into overdrive more wanting to get off but loving the sensation also. After a few minutes, he started to lick my cock up and down. Then he eased it into his mouth a little at a time. He was driving me wild and I was sucking his cock and then would take it out of my mouth and lick all of it I could get to. This huge cock was magnificent. I had never seen nor felt anything like it before and was doing my best to just worship it. As I got it back in my mouth he suddenly pushed it in hard and basically gagged me hard. I was gasping but he was on top of me and I could do nothing and then he let up and I was able to get a gasp of air and then he did it again. He kept this up, alternating between almost choking my air off completely and then letting me have just a gasp of air. I was loving his attention to my cock and ass but was getting so little air I was getting a little dizzy from it. Then just when I didn't think I could take it much more he pulled his cock out of my mouth and at the same time pulled the dildo out of my ass. I arched my back involuntarily from the sensation of being empty and not wanting to be. As he tossed the dildo aside he then let go of my cock with his mouth, grabbed my legs and lifted them up and pulled my ass up from the blanket and then his mouth was clamped to my hole and his tongue went to work. He use his tongue to rub around and around my open hole and then would drive it into me. I was almost able to dump him off of me when he did that from jerking my entire body as he caused such a wild sensation of pleasure. Lucky for us both he was bigger than me and was able to hang on and kept on rimming me driving his tongue as deep as he could push it into me. As he did this he eased up off of me then and turned around and without getting his mouth off of my hole put my legs up over his shoulders and was then looking up at me. He lifted my ass up just enough that as I lifted my head up to look down there I was looking him right in the eyes as he kept rimming me. He was really driving me more and more crazy and then one of his hands took ahold of my cock and started to pump it. I don't think I had ever been this wild before and was basically driving my ass and cock at him for more. Then he broke off rimming me and his lips started up across my balls, stopping to suck each of them into his hot mouth for a bit. Then higher and took just the head of my cock into his heated mouth as he continued to pump my cock with his hand. Then he started kissing his way up my stomach to my chest and then back and forth kissing and nipping at my nipples for a while. I was getting close to cumming again as these sensations were just too much for me to handle. Then, as his kisses came up across my throat and then to my mouth I felt his cock hit my ass. I froze up some then. Wait, was I wanting to go all the way like this. The only cock that had been in me for a long time was my boyfriend's. Did I want to completely cheat on him. I was way over the line now, but this was too much, wasn't it? He must have felt me tense up though as his hand stroked me faster then and his tongue went deep into my mouth then in a very hot passionate kiss. He just rubbed his cock around my crack a little as I relaxed some thinking that was all he was going to do. His hand on my cock felt so good stroking away. I know I had never felt this much pleasure before and I could think of nothing else but my approaching orgasm. He broke the kiss off and looked me in the eyes as he told me I was fantastic and he loved the feelings of my body against his. His almost hypnotic voice had me just falling deeper and deeper into his eyes. I could tell I was about to cum when, again, he quit stroking my cock and grabbed the base of it hard. Again I groaned my frustration but he quickly started to stroke me again. My groan turned into moan of pleasure then and I felt a new pressure also. It then came to me that he had started pushing his cock into my hole. The head was already in. I had never felt so full and his cock just kept slipping further and further into my hot open ass. My eyes got very big but he just kept looking into them deeply and his voice kept telling me to relax and enjoy. I could not move. After, what seemed like an eternity, his cock stopped moving into me. I was finally able to move a little and reached down and felt my ass and his huge cock was buried completely in my hole. I could not believe it. That huge monster cock completely in me. I almost freaked out then, but his mouth came down on mine again and his tongue went deep into mine. He then started to pull back out with his cock until just the head of it was all that was left in me. He then pushed back in slowly and in and out like that oh so easy and slow. I was just moaning continually now from the intense feelings. I could feel that cock stretching me like nothing before had including my large dildo. It was more fantastic than anything ever before. In about 10 minutes of this he started to pick up the pace, faster and faster and harder and harder. He was driving every inch of his cock into me as deeply as he could. He pushed my legs up higher and higher until I was on my shoulders and my hole pointing straight up. He was pile driving my ass fast, hard and deep as it could go. My own cock was pointing straight into my face and only about 3 inches above it. He kept it going for a good 15 minutes more and then I could tell a difference in his breathing and knew he was getting close. My own cock was throbbing from his pummeling of my protate. I knew I was close to cumming again too. Then he leaned down a little and told me he was cumming and my own cock exploded right into my own mouth. As I felt his huge cum filling me up he then grinned and told me it was great to be able to fill my hole with his very high viral load of cum.

we should get together some toxic fuckers, set up a party on BBRT

Flight attendant which gives me the opportunity to be a slut all over the globe. I luv to travel together with my bf and organize sex partys...I luv seeing him get bred by other guys.... Unfortunately he is less and less into it. So I occasionally whore out other guys or have 1-1 hookups. I always feel kind of strange about it.... But as we have open relationship he is ok with it.

When I woke up, I was on the basement floor with dried cum on my ass, legs and mouth. As I started to stir, Sam came downstairs and noticed I was awake. He then took me into the bathroom to shower and get cleaned up. As I started to shower and wash my body, Sam joined me in the shower with his hard cock and pushed me under the shower head and then pushed his cock into me. As he slowly fucked me in the shower he was using his hands to soap up the rest of my body including my rock hard cock. He was slowly rubbing my cock as he was fucking my ass and as I began to shoot ropes of cum against the shower wall, he was shooting ropes of cum inside of me. After the shower we dried off and went into the kitchen where my dad was. Dad says that I should know what happened between him and my mother. He begins to explain what happened. Before he left us he explained, how he and my mother hadn’t had sex in months and one night after work he went into a new bar by the office. He didn’t realize at the time it was a leather bar as it was only about 5:45 at night and the place was mainly empty. He said that he was drinking jack daniels and Sam noticed him and started talking to him and buying him more drinks. Sam realized that my dad didn’t know what type of bar he was in or that my dad was gay at the time but Sam decided to change both of those things that night. So has he continued to buy my dad drinks to get him drunk he slowly got closer to my dad. After a few drinks my dad felt the need to take a piss and Sam told the bartender to save their spots as Sam showed my dad to the bathroom. When they got to the bathroom, my dad saw two guys making out in one of the open stalls wearing only leather jock straps. My dad stood there in shock at the scene before him and slowly Sam walked up behind him and asked if it excited him. My dad said he had never seen anything like it before. The two guys noticed my dad and Sam watching them and they motioned for them to come over. My dad was stunned but Sam knew these two guys and as he nodded he pushed my dad over to them. The two guys then proceeded to give my dad his first man on man kiss and as the two leather clad men alternated kissing my dad, Sam slowly undid my dad’s suit pants and they fell to the floor. Dad was was only wearing a jock and Sam took full advantage and slowly started to lube my dad’s ass as the guys slowly started working on his cock. Before my dad knew it Sam had put his bare cock into my dad and slowing took his anal cherry. After Sam deposited his load in my dad, the two leather clad guys did the same. After an hour my dad and Sam finally made it back to their chairs to close out the tab. Sam took my dad back to his apartment near the bar as my dad was in no condition to drive. Once back in the apartment Sam proceeded to fuck my dad all night. When my dad woke the next morning he was being spooned by Sam with Sam’s semi-hard cock still inside my dad’s ass. My dad asked what happened and Sam proceeded to tell him that my dad was his best fuck in years. My dad said he wasn’t gay but before he could finish the sentence Sam started kissing him and fondling my dad’s cock to hardness. Before he knew it, my dad gave in to the temptation and proceeded to fuck Sam for the first time. When my dad blew his load into Sam’s ass he knew that he was no longer straight and preferred fucking a tight ass over my mother. Sam and my dad continued to flip fuck the rest of the day until they realized how much they fit each other. My dad started spending his time outside of work with Sam fucking each other and playing with others. All of their sex was bare as my dad said it should be and one of their sessions at that leather bar left a lasting result on my dad. He and Sam were cruised by a couple of leather bears and the four of them ended up at Sam’s place flip fucking all night and into the next day. What the leather bears left Sam and my dad was the gift that keeps on giving and a few weeks later both of them got the fuck flu. Once the doctor confirmed my dad had HIV, my mom threw him out of the home and left my dad homeless. Sam said he and my dad should move in together as they had a shared connection now. to be continued (next time I learn how James got involved and what's next for me)

Fucking brilliant! Easily one of the top stories here. The pace of the story is near perfect; as the sexuality builds, the character emotions do as well, including their thought and words.

My bareback fantasy is getting caught by my dad in the middle of an orgy where I am the bottom to many guys.

i love getting in the public sling blindfolded taking load after load for hours and hours and leaving with 20,30,40 plus loads in my pussy from a bunch of random strangers.love how it lets guys know I'm a fucktoy cumdumpster there to take any and all loads and they just use me like a dirty piece of trash, choking, spitting in my face,taking turns in me and breeding me with toxic cum

Was in Toronto this weekend with a few hours to kill so I went to a new club called the Urge. Got into a glory hole booth and started sucking a big thick cock. He pulled out of me and motioned for me to get up. I was about to shove my cock thru when he turned me around, pulled my ass to the hole and started tongue fucking me. A long lean cock came thru another hole so I took a big hit of poppers and bent over to suck it down my throat. I felt that wide cock head pushing at my hole while i swallowed this new cock. Both cocks were fucking my mouth and ass as I braced myself against the walls. I was trying not to choke on the long prick when I felt the ass fucker pound his load in me. As soon as he pulled out, I felt another cock rubbing on my slimy hole and and working it's way into my gut. I felt a big load flood my mouth and throat and before long another load in my ass. I walked around a bit and eventually fed my load to a hungry cocksucker.

Took a load today from my naked house cleaner. He's a hot, tatted, poz stud who always breeds my hole before starting his work.