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Where Fairy-Tails Come True: The moon hung low and full over the western Maryland countryside and the last vestiges of winter snow still struggled to hold on in the shadows of the forest’s sentinels. I might have stopped to relish that all if I were still a man – well at least that moment anyways – but as I ran with my pack the only things racing through my mind was the scent of the my former frat brother and the overpowering musk being released all around me as a dozen other dicks stiffened, drooled, and marked our trail. Once upon a time I was just a naïve freshman attending American University (AU) in Washington, DC. I had an idyllic life. Mom, dad, pain in the ass kid sister, trophies and accolades, and not a worry in the world. Well, that’s not totally true. I did have one worry, a really big one. I liked dick. I couldn’t help it. I had tried, but I couldn’t stop sucking on any dick I could find or bending over and taking it up the ass. Mall bathrooms, club stairwells, my neighbor’s barn with the lawn guy – didn’t matter, I needed raw dick and cum. Any dick was good, but big, tough, masculine daddy dick was the best! My parents had even sent me to one of those rehab places, but nothing worked, so my father resigned himself to my ‘secret’ urges and even started me on PREP and I agreed to try to keep it all private. Fuck! It was harder than you think and I was always fucking horny and doing the whole ‘dinner and a date’ thing was just not my speed. I was a clean cut, all American jock who liked it dirty, sleazy, and to the right of pig especially from those top pigs were POZ. Being neg and chasing AIDs dick was so fucking hot and every time I thought about a POZ top sperming me up with a toxic load I had to jack off. AU was my dad’s alma mater and he was one of their biggest donors, I felt like I had eyes on me 24/7. I was so paranoid I even paid another freshman for his iPad, and set up a fake account so I could troll online to try to find some nasty daddy dick. I guess DC has a pretty active online sex scene compared to some places, but fuck I had a hell of time finding daddy dick willing to give me POZ cum. It was not an age thing, but the look, the masculinity, the self-assurance, their need to fuck and give me their cum no matter what and I was happy to oblige! Lucky for me I’m also a tech wiz and the darkweb – the deep underbelly of the internet – was like a second home to me and it did not take me long to find a few kinky dad types who were willing to breed me on the regular in their office, the Macy’s bathroom, or their family room while their wife was upstairs sleeping. No names, no chatting, no pretending it was anything more than my raw ass taking their raw dick – no questions asked. A couple of them I saw more than once, but most were cum and go and I had to keep trolling to satisfy my urges and need – that is until I met Clifton. I had started during the summer term and had been on campus for about 6-weeks the first afternoon I went to meet Clifton. He worked as the Super, or head maintenance man in one of the big old fancy, residence buildings up in Kalorama. I hopped out of the taxi, walked around to the back and to a service entrance door nestled in the gray granite stones of the foundation. Clifton had the door propped open and was standing in the small stairwell with his right foot up on the second step as he leaned onto his right leg, taking a smoke break. I stopped at the top of the steps, Clifton smiled, stood up, dropped his cigarette onto the bottom step and put it out while I looked him over in his sexy gray uniform and thought he looked fucking hot as hell. Here was a real daddy for sure! He then stepped back against the open door as I came down the few steps and started to enter the basement. Clinton’s sweaty, hairy arm shot out, blocking the door. I looked up into his face – he was a good deal taller than me and thickly built, with wavy, greasy, long black hair slicked behind his ears, bushy eyebrows, a thick mustache and beard, hairy arms, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I stared into those azure depths and couldn’t wait to taste what he had hidden. Clifton then casually leaned forward, his head on one side, his arm on the other, me in between and he took two, long, deep sniffs of me. Weird right? But at the moment I really didn’t think anything of it, as I was anxious to get my daily dose of dick. Clifton pulled back, his nostrils flared, his eyes closed, as he now inhaled slow, deep, and steady. Now I thought what? Do my pits stink? “Come in back, I think I got just what you need,” Clifton said as he dropped his arm and locked the basement door behind us. I had to quick step to keep up with his long strides and a few turns down a couple dimly lit basement hallways he unlocked another door and led me into what looked like a monk’s cell. A small twin-size bed, a metal locker, a wood chair by a small table with a laptop sitting open, a mini-kitchen that looked like it came out of an RV was all there was and it was spotless. Nothing was lying around, not piece of clothing, there were no pictures, not even an ashtray. I chuckled, “Man, you live light. Is this where you live really? Being the Super and all figured you’d have something a bit, wel….” Clifton was laying his pressed uniform over the back of the chair and all other thoughts vanished as I took in his big daddy body and dark fur that seemed to cover his chest, torso, back, and legs. Even his ass was a bit hairy and waves of man musk came off him like a thunderstorm rolling down the Potomac. “You going to just talk or suck my AIDs dick?” Clifton asked. Those were the magic words. I scurried over and dropped to my knees but my new daddy stopped me, “Take that shit off first. I want to see what I’m working with.” I stood back up, stumbled and fumbled as I took my shorts and t-shirt off and then puffed out my chest for my final inspection. Clifton circled me two, then three times, each time pausing along his journey to lean in and SNIFF me. The final circle he let out a little grunt and growl, pushed me to the floor and hefted his big dick up for me to see his monster balls. “Lick them clean,” Clifton ordered. His balls were huge, perfectly formed eggs and his sack was covered in the same, thick black hair as the rest of him. I eagerly went to town, slurping, licking, tasting his salty man funk with the occasional pause to pull a hair or two out of my teeth. When he was satisfied, the furry daddy pushed my head away and said, “Open that mouth.” I did, my neck craned, my eyes closed as he spit onto my face, in my mouth, his mouth juice dribbling down my chin. He then tilted my head forward a bit and stuffed it with his ripe dick until I was gagging like the hungry slut I was. “SWALLOW THAT AIDS DICK. YOU SAID YOU KNEW HOW TO DEEP THROAT A MAN’S DICK. I’M NOT SURE I BELIEVE YOU YET. YOU NEED TO LET GO. RELAX. LET ME DO THE WORK. YOU BETTER SUBMIT RIGHT OR WE DONE. I TOLD YOU – IF I CAN’T USE YOU LIKE I WANT AND HOW YOU SHOULD BE USED IT’S NOT HAPPENING. HOW HUNGRY ARE YOU PUP? SHOW ME HOW HUNGRY THAT MAN HOLE IS FOR MY POZ CUM. THAT’S RIGHT. GOOD. SLOBBER MY DICK UP. NOW TAKE A DEEP BREATH IF YOU NEED TO BECAUSE IT’S TIME TO BREAK THAT NECK AND FORCE FEED YOU,” Clifton warned. I had spit running down my chin and my tongue and jaws hurt already, but this was the best dick I had ever tasted! It was a good 9-inches and super thick, perfectly round, with the longest foreskin ever and cheesy underbelly! The shaft was also hairier than I thought possible, but I didn’t care. All I knew is that I wanted it up my ass – and soon! Daddy growled, “THERE YOU GO. THAT’S IT. GAG ON THAT FUCKER. SWALLOW IT ALL PUP – RIGHT THE FUCK NOW – SWALLOW – AHH!” Clifton grabbed both sides of my head, angled it a little to the left and slammed hard and fast into my throat. He was right. My gag relax broke and a few strokes later he was unleashing a flow of thick, daddy cum down my throat and into my stomach and as the first gobs hit, my entire abdomen got warm, my body tingled, I shivered, and had what felt like an organism without cumming. I breathed deep to catch my breath as Clifton stepped back, looked at me, tilted his head, looked at me again, SNIFFED, squinted with an unspoken question, shrugged, then said, “NOW FOR THAT PRIME ASS. STAND UP AND BEND FORWARD, I ALWAYS EAT WHAT I FUCK AND BREED – BEFORE AND AFTER.” I was panting like I had just run a mile in a minute as this daddy lapped, slurped, nipped, and tongue fucked my ass. HOLY SHIT that felt good and I was a blabbering idiot begging for his dick. Clearly having done this move plenty of times before, Clifton pulled his face out of my ass, stood to his full height, planted his feet firm, grabbed my hips, and slammed his hard dick into my spit-slicked hole. Fuck I loved it! That’s the way a man should fuck. “FUCK ME HARDER DADDY. HARDER, PLEASE YES, FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME – PULL IT ALL THE WAY OUT AND SLAM BACK IN. I NEED THAT AIDS CUM DADDY – PLEASE DADDY!” I begged and pleaded and whined and moaned. Clifton just laughed without letting up and, “TIGHT PUP HOLE RIGHT THERE. FUCK YEAH – GOING TO KNOCK YOU UP FUCKING CHASER – GOT ANOTHER LOAD FOR YOU COMING YOUR WAY - RIP THAT ASS UP AND FEED YOU THIS AIDS NUTT. HERE IT FUCKING COMES – LOAD NUMBER TWO FOR THAT BOY HOLE – THAT BOY HOLE GOING TO GET BRED LIKE PUSSY – DADDY’S GOOD PUSSY – CUMMING UP YOUR HOLE – CUMMING IN YOU – FUCK YEAH – HERE IT GOES – GGGGRRRRR – GGGGRRRRR – GGG….” The hairy daddy’s cum made my ass feel on fire! Spurt after spurt of it got planted deeper and deeper with every thrust and my body shook and spasmed even more. Clifton let go of me, knelt behind me, “Push it out, open those ass lips, let me taste it.” I did as he asked and his rough tongue licked my hole clean. When he was finished he stood up, his beard wet with my ass, and smiled, his azure eyes were lit with dark fire, and by his still hard dick I could see his need was still burning too. I dropped to my hands and knees and turned and asked, “Can you scoop some out for me to taste this time?” Daddy chuckled, “You nasty chaser slut,” then dropped his hairy dick into my wet hole and about 10 minutes later fucked another load up there and this time he shred what he ate after. For the next several weeks I balanced school, my new frat responsibilities, and serving my hairy daddy. Before I left that first day he had said he wanted to fuck me every day and this was a test to see how submissive I could be, if I obeyed, and how well I could take dick. No excuses and the first time I made an excuse about why I could not come serve him, that was it. Well, it wasn’t easy as he never fucked me on a schedule. Sometimes I had barely got back to my dorm before he would text me and tell me to be back at his place at 5:00 a.m. the next morning, or the middle of the day, or late at night and then be back there 3-hours later. I had to skip a few classes and make excuses for missing some other things and find ways to make it all up, all the while taking his hairy dick and hot cum. The second time I visited he scratched my hole up good, dry fucked me, rough and hard and my ass hurt and throbbed, but I took it. I knew this was a test and I was damn sure going to pass. Two weeks in I had no gag reflex left and Clifton could slam his hairy dick balls deep without having to hold my head. He was so proud of me! That moment, that moment of feeling someone else’s pride in me was totally knew as my own parents had never felt like that no matter what I had done. Clifton continued to find new, rougher, wilder ways to give me his hot cum. We fucked in an empty condo in his building, we fucked outside at night on the lawn, we fucked in a park in downtown DC, and I was constantly checking my phone for the text to tell me the next when and where. I was hooked and ready for any challenge. About five weeks in was my first ‘big’ surprise. Clifton met me at the door, led me back to his room, and there at his small table gorging away on some food from 7-11 was a bum. Homeless, dirty, smelly, bum. His clothes were ragged, his toes showed through his old sneakers, his hair was matted and patchy and he looked so skinny and sickly like the AIDs bug had feasted on his flesh and he had just climbed out of the grave. He stood up, wiped his dirty hands on his clothes and Clifton said, “Suck his dick then he’s going to fuck you raw and breed that pup ass.” I was willing to do anything to please my hairy daddy and without hesitation I stripped, walked over to the homeless guy, got on my knees, worked his dick out, sucked the crust and dirt off, spit it up, then leaned on the table as he raw fucked me with a super thick 10-incher. I focused on giving him the fuck of his life, and was confidant that it had, but kept thinking, “What is it about these guys and sniffing/huffing me?” When the homeless guy blew his cum into me I got the same, weird intense orgasmic feeling through my whole body like I did with Clifton. When he finished, I looked at Clifton who was beaming with pride again! Six weeks in was my next test. This time Clifton texted me a hotel address and room number that was not far from the White House. I got to the room and was greeted by a big black man wearing a white, hotel bathrobe. He let me in, I looked around for Clifton and when the bathroom door in the suite opened I was expecting it would be him. It was not. It was another black guy, almost a mirror image of the first. Both tall, well built, fairly hairy which in my experience I thought was a bit unusual. The one in the robe dropped it to the floor and started stroking a big 11-inch dick. The one who came out of the bathroom started spanking his. I knew what I was there for and quickly got naked and immediately was nailed at both ends. Not a word was said – or needed to be – as these two men used me for their ultimate pleasure and I did everything I could to make sure they were satisfied and let them fill me with their raw dicks deep and hard, over and over. I never said the words ‘AIDs’, nor did they, but knowing Clifton and him knowing what I wanted, I would have bet money they were POZ too and I secretly thanked him for every charged load they gave me. Same as with the homeless guy, they both sniffed and huffed while in me, growled and scratched a bit, and were even rougher than Clifton had ever been. I took it all and each time one of them came inside me, the same weird orgasmic feeling would shockwave through my body. I had never experienced a thing like that before Clifton and did not understand at the time what it meant for my future. I ended up staying the entire night with them and part way through, the two guys had me squat over a glass and push their nutt out. It took me a second to relax, but when it came, it flowed, and I gasped as the glass was literally half full of thick, milky sperm. They both laughed, and the first one I had met said, “Alright, pull those legs up, time to fill you up so that glass is brimming.” Several loads and hours later I was sitting in a taxi gently holding the now filled glass in a paper bag trying to make sure none of it spilled. My entire body felt like I had ants on the inside of my skin and they were all making little camp fires. It was like a deep fever – so fucking weird. I got to Clifton’s, he beamed with pride as he took the glass of black cum and ass juice, then handed it to me. Without saying a word I knew what he wanted and started to sip, then gulp, then guzzled it down. It was like raw egg, sliding down and coating my throat, my stomach. It smelled of 10-day-old meat, man musk, and had taken on a tinge in color, but tasted fucking fabulous and I needed every drop. I anxiously ran my fingers around the glass to get what was left as Clifton took the glass back, set it down, bent me over and slam fucked me hard as he could. Once he had bred me, Clifton took me over to his bed, had me sit, then handed me a piece of paper, “I know your fall break is coming up. You’ve done a great job pup and I believe that….well no matter what I believe, it’s time to find out for sure. Here. I need you to go on a little trip, up to my home town. The first set of directions are for the cabin where you’ll be staying for the week. The next is for a local bar there. I want you to get there by 5:00 p.m., sit at the bar and drink as much as you want until 6:00. At 6:00, I want you to tell the bartender ‘Nanna is rising’, then get up, go into the men’s room and wait. You will spend the evening in there sucking every dick and being fucked by every man who walks in. The bartender will keep your drinks coming but you don’t leave that bathroom until closing time understand?” I tried to ask Clifton some questions, but he just shook his head, handed me the paper, and pointed to the door. I didn’t understand this at all, but knew it was a test of some kind, and like all the other tests my hairy daddy had given me I would pass this one too and on the taxi ride back to the dorm began fantasizing what the men were like in Clifton’s home town and wondering if they were all like him. Now I know and my life has changed forever. Stay tuned for Chapter 2 – Toxic Lycan Nutt

I had no plans yesterday afternoon, so I thought I would see who was online, and I found a hot Latino guy on Scruff with an 8" dick looking for a quickie. Neither his roommates nor his bf were at home, and he wanted to smoke some and unload in an ass before work. I was at his place in 20 minutes. When I arrived at his place he led me to the bedroom and we stripped down. While he smoked some t, I sucked his dick and was nicely surprised that it was as big and thick as his Scruff advertisement had indicated. He says he is a total bottom for his bf and as a consequence didn't often top, but this time would be different: he ordered me to get up on the bed and into position. Thank god I prelubed because he slammed his dick in me without any preliminaries. I let out a huge gasp and moan while he had a huge smile on his face. After about ten minutes of pounding my ass hard, we heard someone enter the apartment. The footsteps headed to the bedroom where we were playing. It was his roommate who had come home early and stood in the doorway to watch us. After a couple of minutes, the roommate undressed and, without a word, slid his dick in my mouth. He was about the same length of his friend but even thicker. When he was hard, he pulled out and nudged his friend to move. I took a big hit of poppers, and just like the Latino, he slammed his dick in and started pounding my ass. He didn't last but a few minutes before he came never making a sound or letting on he had cum, but instead pulled out and presented himself for me to suck clean. Afterwards he left the room. Another big hit of poppers and the Latino was fucking me again, telling me how warm his roommate's cum felt inside my hole. The Latino's grunts and moaning made it clear he had every intention of cumming inside of me, and so he did. Like his roommate, the Latino then pulled out and presented his cock for me to lick clean. Before I left he asked if I was cool with his roommate having fucked me. My response was "Do you think I minded?" When I left, I decided to get an early start and headed to Steamworks.

Just the other day, an old friend of mine set me up on a date with his bf's cousin. My friend knows the type of man I like. Big muscular and well hung! We met last night at my friend's house. And he was just what I liked! Anyway, after a few minutes, my friend and his bf were all over each other. And then my date made a move on me and he started kissing me. There was some major tongue action going! lol. Then my friend told us that we could use the bedroom upstairs if we wanted. And they would stay downstairs and pull out the couch bed. My date didn't even answer. He just grabbed my hand and led me up stairs. He told me that he usually goes for the more masculine muscular type, but that I was just too cute to resist, and how much my tight little ass was turning him on. That's what he told me. lol. He then said that he fucks bareback. And that my friend told him that I liked it that way. And I told him, yes. That's how I like it. We then began tearing each others clothes off, and there it was! An 8 1/2" thick cock aiming right for me! He started fingering me, and I started stroking his cock. He pushed my head down to his cock and I opened my mouth wide and took in as much as I could. After only a few minutes he pulled me back away from his cock, and threw me onto the bed. Then he got into the bed and laid down on his back. I jumped on top of him and slowly put my ass onto his cock. He then thrusted his cock up and into my ass! I told him to be gentle since his cock was really thick. And he did. I told him that I'll let him know when to get rough! As it is for most guys I've been with, it takes a while to get every inch of their cocks all the way deep inside me. I've been with guys who were as big at 13 1/2" such as an ex bf of mine was. But even an 8 1/2" cock is still going to take a while and no matter how much lube is used. Anyway, after only a little while he began getting really rough. And I was fine with that. He was really plowing me hard and fast! I was moaning and groaning which I always do. And then he began moaning and telling me how nice and tight my ass was. And how great his cock felt deep inside me. I also told him how great his cock felt deep inside me. And it did! And then he blew a huge load deep inside me! Then we went and had some water. Then we laid next to each other in bed. And soon he was ready for another round! And so was I. He has great stamina! We had gone upstairs into the bedroom around 9 PM last night, and didn't go back downstairs until after 2 AM. And before I went home this morning, he asked me if I wanted to take a shower with him. Yes! lol. So, while in the shower, he told me to beg for his cock. And of course I did. And he then fucked me again! My friend asked me to tell him all about it. He and his bf could hear all the moaning and groaning. And they also heard me begging for his cock in the shower. lol. It was a great night!

Grabbing my keys and wallet I got out of the car and crossed the short parking lot and entered the bathhouse. The smell of sweat and man greeted my nose and my heart beat rose. This was my third time coming here and I was still nervous. The same old guy as the other times was sitting behind the counter, a bit skinny for my tastes but he had this huge uncut cock that always seemed to be dripping a bit of precum on the seat of the stool het sat on. “Welcome back, enjoy the party” he told me as I passed over my money and got my wristband and key. I thought this odd as the last 2 times he didn’t even speak to me, just sort of grunted and took my money. As I entered I looked around but didn’t see any notices. Maybe because today is Sunday I thought. The other times I had stopped by on Saturday night since I figured it would be the busiest then and I could have the most fun watching guy and jerking off. I made it a point to not actually do anything I was strictly a voyeur; I loved watching the guy getting fucked and sucking. It was like live action Treasure Island, I could never think of joining in but loved to watch the bottom with their eyes in a cum craze as they took a load. I went to my locker took off my shorts and tank top and wrapped my towel around my waist. Looking in the mirror I smiled thinking I was adorable. I’m 6 foot 1, dark hair with a nice furry body, the only thing I never liked was that my cock didn’t seem to match, it was a decent 6 and a half inches and uncut but still, on me it look smaller due to my big frame. Shaking my head I proceeded to walk out and into the main area of the bathhouse. The doors on either side of me were open and about half had occupants, most bottoms playing with toys and moaning as they worked their holes, a couple in them had guys fucking. I noticed that a lot of the guys seemed older and closer to the age of the doorman then the last time I was here. Seems the average age was at least 45, plus unlike on Saturday there was a lot more body hair, which was fine with me I love furry guys. I decided to start in the steam room to relax first before I went in search of something hot to watch. Seems fate liked me since when I entered there was about 5 guys already there and one was getting a blow job. Again they all seem at least 10 years older than me, at least 45 and most seems like 50 or 60. They all had hairy white body hair matted to them, sweat dripping down. I sat opposite the show and started to get hard, the steam doing its work relaxing me. I tilted my head back and breathed deep. I noticed the bench shit a bit and look and saw that one of the other guy had moved over at sat next to me. He was damn sexy, not my usual type, probably around 65 but muscled and covered in trimmed white fur with a goatee, looked like classic construction worker hottie. He ran his hand through his wet hair and I saw a deeply furred pit and my cock twitched. He caught me looking and smiled giving his towel a squeeze around what seemed to be a rather impressive cock. In one motion he flipped open his towel revealing my guess had been right. There not even fully hard was a thick, uncut, cock at least 7 inches and grow. The head had just started to poke out from the hood. He grabbed my hand and lead it to his stiffing cock and I began to stroke him, feeling it become slick with sweat, steam, and the most precum I had ever seen. This was not in my plan I never get involved I just watch but damn I do love big cocks. The gentleman trusting in my control lean back and then as if knowing it would get me put his hands behind his head exposing his pits and he leaned back and moaned. I was still nervous about doing anything too risky when I felt the bench shift and noticed that one of the other occupants had come over as well. This guy was really not my type, must have been about 70 and very thin, I like meat on my guys, but I am also polite so it is hard for me to really reject anyone. I felt him loosen my towel with his hand and exposed my cock, standing straight up out of my black furry bush, precum at the tip. Before I could stop him his mouth was on me sucking it hard and fast. His tongue swirled around the head and slithered down and lick my balls when he deep throated me. I lost my rhythm with the hot muscle daddy, but he didn’t seem to mind, His hand came over and started working my nipples and then stroking my hair. I found it oddly reassuring as the guy sucked me harder and harder. I leaned back with my eyes closed and enjoyed the feelings. The guy sucking me lifted off for a second and removed a bottle from his waist band and took two big inhales before diving back down. I had never done poppers before but from my porn watching I knew what they were. Muscle daddy reached over and snagged the bottle , bringing it to his own nose he inhaled twice and I watched the look of lust come harder into his eyes and his cock gave a jump and precum leaked down. I stared into his eyes as he brought the bottle to my nose and held one nostril closed, staring me down I inhaled my first hit of poppers….then my second…..then my third….. the bottle did not move away until I have taken four hits on each side. My head was spinning and me body felt tingly. The guy sucking my cock stopped, the poppers had made my cock go soft, much to my embarrassment. It was short lived though, since muscle daddy smiled and told me not worry there are lots of thing to do beside that. His hand drifted down and touched my fucked holed and started rubbing it in circles. I moaned and pushed down a bit letting his finger enter me. I must have guess right about his profession because his finger was rough and calloused feeling in my tender hole. I had only been fucked once or twice so I was pretty tight. The skinny guy brought the bottle to my nose again as construction daddy worked my hole. 4 more hits and he slipped another finger in. I was feeling amazing and wanted more. Which is of course when it hit me what I was doing. In a startled panic I sat up wrapped my towel around me and swayed to the door. A little unsteady on my feet from the poppers and left the steam room to get some fresh air. I expected them to say something but only heard what I thought was a knowing chuckle as the door swung closed behind me on a cloud of steam.

Part 8 I watched as Mr. Jackson tied off Elijah's arm and put the needle in his vein, pushing the plunger. I knew the burning rush my brother experienced as he started to cough violently, phlegm spewing from his open mouth. The next man didn't hesitate and rammed his big, black cock right into my brothers cunt. Elijah didn't scream as loud this time, and was soon grunting and moaning at the thrusts. "Good boy," Mr. Jackson praised Elijah. "It might not take as long to train you as I thought. Straight boys usually are harder to break, but not impossible. Not like your faggot brother." Elijah just shook his head no frantically, trying to deny the dark desires building in his soul. The man fucking him buried his cock balls deep as he filled my brothers cunt with another load of cum. The other Two men took their turns on my brother as I sat and watched the entire ordeal. My own cock was hard the whole time I watched my brothers rape. This was not lost on Mr. Jackson. He guided me to my brothers head and pushed my cock into his mouth. "Fuck his mouth Jacob!" He ordered me. I just grabbed my brothers hair like the other man had done, and rammed my hard cock into my brothers throat. Elijah wined out his protest, but could do nothing to stop me. I jammed my dick in and out of his mouth. "That's it Jacob, feed your brother your little dick. Make him learn that his new life as a whore is to take any cock he's told to. Even his brothers! Feed him your cum boy. Make him swallow your incestuous seed!" Mr. Jackson's words brought me over the edge and I pumped my cum down Elijah's throat while tears of shame ran down his cheeks. After the men had all seeded my brothers new cunt, Mr. Jackson grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into my brothers red, swollen, dripping hole. "Eat that hole faggot!" He demanded. "Suck all that juice out of him." I felt slightly naseaus and I looked at the brown slime streaked with red that oozed from my brother, but had no choice. Mr. Jackson held my face tight against his hole, and I obediently licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my brothers ass. When he felt it was sufficient, he pulled me away and tossed me on the floor. "Well gentlemen," said Mr. Jackson, time to take our new whore to the bath house. The sling awaits." A little over two hours later, we were back in the city in a little room in the baths. Mr. Jackson had Elijah on the bed, his arms and ankles tied over his head so his ass was sticking up and exposed. "I'm not wasting any time with this one," Mr. Jackson told one of the men that had come with us. "We're going to break him tonight! He's gonna get so fucked up and fucked, his new pussy will never be the same. But that's what his new owner wants, and I'm happy to oblige!" Elijah looked up with fear as Mr. Jackson took a bottle with an eyedropper and forced it between his lips, squirting some liquid into his mouth. Then he took a syringe that had no needle and inserted it into Elijah's ass. "A little G, and a little K to start the night off!" He chuckled. I just watched my brother as his eyes unfocused and his body dropped. "We'll just let that settle in before he gets his shot. And it's going to be a huge one. He's going to be tweaked out of his mind!" Mr. Jackson friend just played with Elijah's hole, sliding two, then three fingers in and out. Elijah just lay there like he was in a coma. "Pussy's getting nice and loose!" said the man. "He should be ready soon." Mr. Jackson just grabbed my arm and tied it off. "Can't forget about you slut. Your brother may be the main attraction tonight, but you'll still get plenty of action." The now familiar prick and rush told my cunt He was right. Elijah moved and moaned slightly as his ass was fingered. "Ok, it's time." said Mr. Jackson as he tied off his arm and stuck the needle in. "How much you giving him?" the man asked. ".8" Mr Jackson grinned. "That should send him too the moon." He released the band and my brother convulsed as he violently coughed. Mr. Jackson barely waited for him to stop before he was dragging Elijah down the hallway toward his doom. The man and I followed and I watched, slightly jealous as my brother was put into the sling and buckled down. He had barely been put in there when the first guy approached. He was an old guy, skinny, but had a pot belly. He just grabbed my brothers thighs and started fucking him. Elijah moaned like a whore. Mr. Jackson smiled at this. "He will make his new owner very happy." The rest of the night was a blur. I watched man after man fuck my brother, every one shooting his cum deep into the willing hole. Mr. Jackson kept me by his side to clean off the cocks after they pulled out. Plenty of men fucked me as well, but my brother got the most of it. And the more he got, the more he moaned and begged for it. As the night went on, men started to put their fists in him, sticking their arms deep up inside. Elijah just continued to moan and pant like a whore. Someone even took a baseball bat and rammed it into his flaming red gash. When they pulled it out, my brothers asshole was big and red and puffy. "That's a rosebud," Mr. Jackson explained to me. "That's the inside of his asshole sticking out. The mark of a true whore!" Eventually the night wound down, and Elijah was let out of the sling. We had to help carry his exhausted body back to our little room where he collapsed on the bed. We all rested there for a while before heading out into the bright morning sun.

There is nothing like being in a sling, getting fucked in both of your holes at the same time, just wild, love it, love it, love it

I didn't think I'd be taking raw dick but a couple times tops just did what they wanted and then I got hooked. The first time I met up with a latino, we both said we're safe and versatile. I get to his place, we start making out and playing with each other. I'm sucking his fat uncut dick and he tells me he wants to see my ass, and starts rimming me. Then pulls me toward him, we're standing up, and he works his dick inside me. I didn't think it would go in, it did and it was awesome. He fucked like his life was at stake, and after about 20 minutes of steady pounding, still standing up, he explodes inside me. I forgot how good it felt having cum inside me. He's still inside my ass, kissing me while we still stand up. After awhile he slides out, hands me my underwear and looking into my eyes tells me "I want you to leave that up your ass all night papi". Damn it was so hot. I was speechless. About a year later I invite a guy over from A4A, no pic, profile says safe only. Average looking guy, he told me he thought I wouldn't want to meet because I'd think he's ugly--he was't a looker but ok. He shows up, we have awkward conversation, then he rubs his dick. I get on my knees in front of him, pull it out and suck. He leans down kissing me, tells me he wants to see my ass. We go into bedroom and he says he wants to just rub against my crack. Ok. He lubes up and rubs against me, and we're both groaning how good we feel. Then he starts putting the head against the asslips, "I just want to feel you on my head for a minute" he says. Then he starts going in an inch or two. Two minutes later he's sliding deep into me fucking me telling me my ass feels great and he will stop soon. He starts slamming hard and deep then cums deep saying how much he likes how I feel. He slows down stays in my ass and slowly starts fucking again on his massive load--I am totally flooded with his cum. About 15 minutes later he cums again inside my full ass, nutt slowly drips on my balls, he never leaves my back. He was on my back for about 40 minutes and two loads. He kept coming over every Tuesday for about 5 weeks repeating the same scene--saying he's not going to cum this time, he just wants to feel my asslips on his dickhead. He considered himself straight and couldn't handle liking a guys ass, so he stopped. Wished he came over again. So much for safe sex. More "safe only" stories to follow.

2. I wander down the hall my towel only loosely around my waist. I was in a daze. I had done a lot more than I usually do, I was rock hard leaking and still very horny and feeling the poppers. Mindlessly I walked around and ended up in at the door to the dark room. No lights inside but I could hear the noises coming from and now the noticeable smell I associated with poppers. My cock twitched and unthinking I started to slowly walk in. The light from the hall illuminated a little of the way in and I slowed my steps, feeling hands reaching out , my towel disappeared in seconds. I felt someone come up behind me and whisper in my ear as an arm wrapped around my neck and a bottle was held to my nose. “Awfully rude to leave when things were just getting started” I recognized the voice of construction daddy the smell from the bottle wafted up and I was getting warmer again. My head was held immobile until I thought I was going to pass out. I was swimming and hard and super horny. The sounds of men around me sounded even louder. Before I knew what I was doing I was on my knees, my mouth wrapped around that big cock and I was sucking hard. I could feel the cold cum from who knows how many men coating my hair legs as I kneeled on the floor. Construction daddy grabbed my head and pushed into me hard. I felt someone come alongside me and glance to the right. In the spare bit of light from the door I could see the man next to me on the floor. He was thing with a belly and he had a crazed look in his eye. He started rubbing my back with his hands. I could feel the cum from the floor on his hands as he rubbed it into me. I was disgusted. Here I was on my knees having some old troll rub cum with god knows what in it all over me. Before I could do anything Construction Daddy place the bottle to my nose and buried me on his cock. I was forced to take more hits. The troll was rubbing lower smearing more cum over me. I fell his hands spread my cheeks and cool air on my hole. His hands was dripping more cum on my crack and I felt it as his slid it up and down. Men close by seemed to be watching, I heard some grunting and felt warm splashed of fresh cum hit my ass. More grunting as more men rained their cum down on me. The troll kept working it into my ass, now fingering me with the cum, opening my hole up. I felt 4 of his spidery fingers in me, I was in a daze as Daddy started to grunt and his warm cum shot in my mouth. I drank it down. When he pulled off I was gasping for air. I heard what sounded like an aerosol can noise and towel was placed in my mouth and held there. Gasping I tasted something sweet and my head swam. I instantly wanted more cock in my mouth. The cloth was removed and one hoarse whisper escaped my lips. “More”

Part 7 I looked at my unconscious brother laying on the floor. "Oh Elijah," I thought to myself. "You have no idea what's in store for you." I didn't even know what was in store for me. Mr. Jackson held our destinies. One on the men bent down and checked his pulse. "He's fine. That dose of chloro will keep him out for a few hours." "Plenty of time to get back to the cabin." Mr. Jackson said, turning to me and popping a pill into my mouth. "This will settle you down and let you sleep. You've had a busy couple of days boy." It wasn't long before It started to kick in and I felt groggy. Soon I was out like a light. I have no idea how long I slept. It felt like a couple of days. But the next thing I remember was waking up on a mattress on the ground in what was some kind of celler. As my head cleared I figured out my collar was chained to the wall and I couldn't move far. There was a jug of water within reach and I grabbed it, frantically trying to quench my enormous thirst. "Jacob!" I heard my brother loudly whisper. "You're awake! What's going on? Where are we?" I looked across the celler and saw a cage that contained my brother. It was about 3 feet by 4 feet, with thick metal bars. He was naked inside with a collar on like mind. His body had been shaved of all hair except for his head, like me. "What's going to happen to us? He was having sex with you, wasn't he?" Elijah grab the bars and shook them, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "Pray Jacob. Pray with me for God to help us!" I looked at him blankly. "God can't save us brother." Elijah cried harder as he shook his cage. Then a door opened and Mr. Jackson came down the stairs. "I see you are awake now boy. You slept for several days. But now your ready for more." I didn't say anything as Elijah stared at him with rage. "First things first however. Its time for your brother to start his training." Mr. Jackson unlocked the cage and opened the door. Elijah crawled out and stood up, before charging for the stairs. A powerful jolt to his collar brought him to his knees, screaming in pain as he clutched his neck. "Foolish boy, you will learn." Two men descended the stairs and grabbed Elijah, dragging him upstairs. I could hear him yelling at the men as they disappeared from view. Eventually the yelling quieted down and Mr. Jackson unchained me from the wall and led me up the stairs. Elijah was strapped down to the fuckbench, his legs spread wide, his asshole exposed and vulnerable. His mouth was spread open wide with a metal contraption, keeping him unable to close his mouth. Mr. Jackson secured my collar to a ring and turned his attention to my brother. Stroking his bare buttocks, Mr. Jackson elicited a fresh bout of incomprehensible yelling from Elijah. He just smiled as he moved behind his helpless prey. Letting several gobs of spit land on his cock, he lined up the head right against Elijah's unprotected hole. The room grew deathly silent. Not even Elijah made a sound. Then he did it. Mr. Jackson plunged his cock into my brother as hard as he could, sinking it in one, long non stop lunge. I had never heard a scream like I heard from my brother. I thought he was dying. Tears flowed out of his eyes, snot ran out of his nose, and he howeled and bucked, trying to get away from the pole that had him impaled. Mr. Jackson just laughed and started ramming his new fuckhole deep and hard. I stared in amazement and pity as I watched my brother endure the worst pain he had ever experienced. Mr. Jackson's cock was coated in thick, red mucus as he plummeted the tight hole. Elijah just continued to scream. One of the men moved to my brothers head and grabbed his hair, pulling it up. Without pausing, he shoved his hard cock straight into Elijah's mouth and down his throat. My brother choked and gagged, spit and vomit pouring out of his mouth as his face was raped as hard as his ass. Both men relentlessly plugged his holes until they came at the same time, filling him from both ends at once. When they pulled out, Mr. Jackson grabbed me and forced his messy cock into my mouth to clean off my brothers rape juices. Then he looked at my sobbing brother, picking up a rubber tube and a needle. "I wanted the first one to be pure and clean. Now it's time to introduce you to your new medicine."

My last load came out of my roommates trash can yesterday. He fucks his girlfriend, afterward goes to the bathroom to clean up and throw his condom out, fortunately he doesn't flush. Just balls it up in some toilet paper and throws it in the waste bin. I come in shortly after and use a small kitchen funnel to let the whole load slide deep into my ass. I've been doing this for a couple years now. Dude has no idea I walk around with his nut in my ass all the time. Sometimes afterward I take the condom and roll it backward onto a dildo and fuck myself with the side that contained his jizz to work it in extra deep. Fuck, he'd probably flip shit and move if he ever found out.

Part 3 I laid on the cabin floor in a pool of piss. I curled up in the fetal position, full of shame at what had just happened. Shame at having been raped by another man. But mostly shame because I had to admit I liked it. My cunt, as Mr. Jackson had called it, burned and throbbed, yet felt strangely empty. I found myself wishing there was still something up there. Gingerly, I reached back and felt how wet it was. I put a finger up in me, enjoying the feeling. ZAP!!! My body jerked and twitched as a powerful jolt shot through me. "I didn't tell you to touch yourself boy!" Mr. Jackson yelled at me. "Keep your hands away from your hole! And lick up that piss!" I layed there not sure if he was serious When, ZAP! Another jolt told me he was. I got on my hands and knees and started to lap up the now cold piss, doing my best to avoid another jolt. I licked and sucked the wooden floor until I had cleaned up all I could. Mr. Jackson smiled down at me. "That's a good slut, training you is going to be a cinch. Just think what your parents would say if they could see their son licking up piss from the dirty floor." My cheeks flushed with shame as I finished this humiliating task. When I had finished, Mr. Jackson told me to kneel in the corner until further instructions. I did as told and remained there on my knees for almost an hour, the pain increasing, but somehow also arousing me. My cunt continued to ache, still wanting more in it. Eventually I heard a vehicle pull up outside, and Mr. Jackson opened the door. I knew enough not to dare turn and look, but I could hear three new voices. My heart started racing from embarrassment at these strangers seeing me like this. Mr. Jackson just grabbed my collar and dragged me to the middle of the room. "Here he is boy's! Our fresh little Jesus bitch, ready to become the whore he should be!" The men, all black, laughed as they looked down on my pathetic being. "How much did you give him?" one guy asked. "Just .3 to start. I've got a .5 ready to go." "We'll no use in waiting!" Another guy said as he knelt behind me, wrapping his arm around my neck, holding me tight. Mr. Jackson grabbed my arm and tied it off again. "Please no," I whimpered. "Shut up boy!" Mr. Jackson ordered while the other man silenced me with his hand over my mouth. "I told you I own you now! I am your Master, your pimp, your new god. You will do as I want!" With that he stuck the needle in my arm and pushed the plunger, releasing the band. My body went rigid as I coughed and coughed and the devil's fire rocked through my soul. I hadn't even noticed the men had stripped, all I knew was the guy behind me grabbed my ankles, forcing them behind my head. Another guy spit on his cock and placed the tip at my opening. Without a warning he slammed his big cock all the way up my burning cunt in one hard thrust. I screamed as he buried himself as deep as he could. Fresh tears streamed down my face as he plowed in and out of my hole, pounding me as hard as he could. "Fuck yea!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "Bust that cunt up! Fuck that Jesus boy hard! Make him pay for his sins!" I just continued to cry as the assault on my ass continued. "We'll make a good whore out of him!" The man fucked me in that position for 15 minutes before he bellowed and filled my guts with the second load of my life, burying his cock as deep as he could. Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my belly as the next guy slammed his cock deep in me. My mouth opened as I gasped and the first guy grabbed my hair and shoved his dirty cock in my mouth to clean off. The rest of the evening was a blur. I was brutally fucked over and over by the 4 men. At some point I started to enjoy it and was begging for a cock in me whenever one pulled out. Mr. Jackson just laughed at me. "See, I told you that you were a whore!" "Yes Sir." I answered as another load of cum was pumped deep in me.

Chapter 3. I felt like I needed a break after being used so hard in the whirlpool. I ran my fingers over my cummy used asshole, now leaking POZ cum. My towel was somewhere by the hot tub, and was totally soaked. I left it on a rack and headed to the steam room. I walked through a glass door with a row of shower heads and a frosted glass door beyond. I rinsed myself off as a well-hung tall lean guy came out of the steam room. He was wearing a yellow bracelet too. He smiled at me, pointed to acknowledge my bracelet and stood under the shower head next to me. He rinsed off his body paying particular attention to his long thin uncut cock, now growing as he held it in his hands and smiled at me. I didn’t mean to lead him on, but I did pay attention to the creamy jizz leaking out of my hole and down my thighs. It must have looked like I was advertising as I spread my cheeks apart. I didn’t exactly rinse all of those POZ loads out of me, but I didn’t want a puddle of seed to drip out of me in the steam room. I thought that might be asking for trouble. I walked into the steam room and the skinny guy followed me. He sat across from me and slowly started jerking off. I reciprocated, with one hand on my cock, and another toying with my puffy asshole, spreading my legs wide to show off, I guess. So much for asking for trouble… He got up and sat down next to me. He scooted closer. He grabbed my dick and worked my precum around my cock head. I moaned. He reached down and toyed with my cummy hole, grinning. He brought my hand to his ass and gasped as I fingered him. He seemed like he had been freshly bred too. He squatted over me, facing away from me, and lowered down onto my cock without speaking a word. I had already cum three times but I knew his loose wet hole would get me off again. He pulled off of my cock and took it into his mouth, gobbling up the load or loads now clinging to my cock and licked. When his face was good and cummy, he kissed me hard, forcing some of the cum from his ass into my mouth. That got me so horny that I started to blow my load just as he lowered himself back onto my cock, my forth of the afternoon. He pulled off of me, swiping my seed onto his dick and sat down beside me. I knew I wanted him to fuck me and I climbed up onto his cocks. Lubed with four fresh loads, his cock plopped right into me. It was the thinnest dick I’d taken that day, but by far the longest. I rode him until my knees started tiring and he flipped me around so I was sitting on his lap, impaled on his cock. He laid back and I lay back on top of him. Just then, the door to the steam room opened and I heard a deep voice chuckle. It was the top who had bred me in the locker room. He said something to the guy inside me and he said something that sounded like approval. The top ground up against my balls and forced his hard cock into me alongside the thin dick already there. I groaned as they stretched me out. I wouldn’t have been able to take two cocks at once if the one of them hadn’t been so thin, but it was still as wide open as I’d ever been. The guy underneath me held still while the other guy pounded me senseless. I knew at least one of the cocks in me was POZ and that got me hard again. My dick flopped all over, drooling precum as he hammered away. His thrusts came faster and harder until he blasted off inside me and slipped out. He stood there jerking off as the guy below rocked his hips until he too came. They helped me up and the three of us showered together. They both spent time working their fingers in and out of my loose hole. The first guy bent the one with the thin dick over and ate my load, and countless others out of his ass. I left them there as the first top started getting hard again. I had lost track of the time and didn’t want to miss my dinner meeting. I walked, dripping wet, back to the locker room and found a fresh towel there. I dried off, and could still feel myself oozing cum out of my hole. That was five POZ loads plus the last one that I didn’t ask about. I got dressed, but just in the hallway between the locker room and the exit, I could feel all of that cum squelching around and dripping out. I got a little stiff thinking about sitting through my dinner meetings leaking fresh POZ cum. As I passed through behind the attendant, I saw a note written in three languages, French, English, and Dutch. I could only read the English, and it said something like this: BAREBACK DAY AT THE BATHS - ALL NON-MEMBER BOTTOMS WANTING CUM WILL BE WEARING A BRACELET. - GUYS TAKING POZ LOADS WILL HAVE YELLOW. - GUYS TAKING NEG LOADS ONLY WILL HAVE BLUE. Wow. I hadn’t seen a single guy there with a blue bracelet. That last guy who bred me was either NEG taking all loads or already POZ. Fuuuuck. I let that sink in, and those loads seep out, as I walked back to the hotel. I made it back to see my colleagues in the lobby, including my two straight co-workers who had played in the sauna at last year’s conference. They were talking to the boss of a company we wanted to make a deal with, and who should it be but bald burly top who had bred me not an hour earlier. He looked sexy even with clothes on. Woof! To be continued… _____ If you guys like this story, or others of mine, don't hesitate to let me know. Your feedback makes me hard. ;-)

Just "stealthed" a 20yo twink.. Met him on Grindr 'close-by so let's just meet' took him to some half secluded bushes, started kissing, sucking and rimming. Asked him if I could fuck him, he said ok, but only with rubber, so I opened the rubber, pretended to put it on, then he grabbed my cock (clearly without a condom) and put it inside his ass When I asked him where he wanted me to cum, he said 'inside' so I obliged Wonder who stealthed who though.. He felt up my cock before he guided it in his ass and there is no way he could have mistaken that for being wrapped Nice 20yo small slim twink, hot tight black ass and really nice cock as well

PART 6 As Grant’s dick slowly churned the poz cum inside Conrad’s fuckhole, my bro just kept grinning—a less angelic grin than before, almost a little evil—and his eyes radiated the dark intensity of a truly trashed-up chempig. “I’m so proud of you, bro,” I said to him, and he looked at me with that same grin. “This is fuckin’ amazing, bro,” he replied. “Ever since you put that needle in my arm, all I can think is dick. Dick. I need dick. I love dick. Fuck, dude! DICK.” That made everybody laugh. “I’m glad to hear that, boy. Slamming should do that to a bottompig like you.” Conrad growled hungrily, then turned to Grant. “Fuck, Daddy—that felt so good. Your cock, your cum. You fed me exactly what I needed, exactly where I needed it. Poz cum in my raw hole.” Right around that moment—as Grant and Conrad continued their Daddy-bro bonding with filthy pigtalk punctuated by the occasional deep kiss—my phone buzzed. It was a text from Rick, my buddy at the front desk of the bathhouse. If you’re up for another conquest tonight, he wrote, I’ve got a candidate for you. Hot little self-righteous condom-Nazi with a gorgeous furry butt. I replied right away, telling him that Recruit #1 was already a trashy slampig, so I had time to bring another boy to the dark side. Rick texted right back: Fuck yeah! You’ll find him sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi. I want to see his pupils get bigger than fuckin quarters. And then I want to destroy his slammed-up hole. (This is why I love playing with Rick: for him, innocence is only acceptable if it’s up for immediate destruction.) I didn’t want to miss this boy at the Jacuzzi, so I grabbed Jason—Grant’s furry pigboy—and asked him to give me a hand. Then I pulled Conrad down from the sling and said it was time to rinse off. I assured Daddy Grant that his boys would return soon, then ushered Conrad and Jason out the door with their towels draped over their shoulders. As the three of us walked past a steady stream of half-naked men—many of them leering at us, some reaching out to brush their hands against Conrad’s boyish skin—I explained how the two of them could help me nail my newest victim. When we arrived at our destination, the three of us parted ways: I went to the Jacuzzi, and Jason and Conrad went into the group shower. (At this particular bathhouse, anyone sitting in the Jacuzzi can ogle the dudes in the shower—the two areas are only a few feet apart.) As for Rick’s boy, I caught sight of him immediately. He was maybe in his mid-20s, short and compact, with a perfect dusting of fur across his muscular little chest. A little bit of scruff. Rugby players’ legs. A nice piece of uncut meat between his legs. And that face—the kind of angelic face that demands to be stuffed full of cock. As I slowly walked down the hot tub stairs and submerged myself in the water, I made sure that my cock stayed above the surface long enough for my new target to see it. He saw it, alright—and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stared back. And as I sat down on the ledge across from him, I cocked my head to indicate he should sit with me. He didn’t hesitate for a second. As he walked my way, I got a clearer look at his ridiculously defined six-pack, not to mention his rapidly-growing cock. Best of all, when he spun around to sit down on the ledge next to me, I got a quick peek at his ass. Rick wasn’t kidding—this boy had the kind of butt that gangfucks were made for. We started with a little small talk. His name was Dylan. He was a grad student, and he’d been in the area for about six months. But just as I began to turn the conversation in a more filthy direction, everyone in the Jacuzzi started pointing to the showers—and once we looked, we couldn’t stop staring, because Jason and Conrad were putting on quite a show. This was all part of my plan, of course. I’d instructed Jason and Conrad to walk into the shower area as if they didn’t know each other. I’d told them to choose adjacent showers. I directed Conrad to begin soaping up his hot young jockbutt, and I told Jason to respond by jacking his stiffening cock. By the time Dylan and I started watching, Jason was already fingering Conrad’s hole and asking him to squeeze out a little cum from his last breeding. We watched as a thick stream of white jizz came streaming out of Conrad’s butt, which earned an audible grunt of appreciation from the cumpigs in the hot tub. By the time Jason pushed Conrad against the railing of the Jacuzzi and started pounding him raw, I was rubbing my finger across the surface of Dylan’s tight little furry fuckhole, earning a little moan in the process. His cock was rock-hard as he openly gaped at the bareback fuckshow in front of us. “Pretty hot, huh?” I said, continuing to run my finger across the entrance to his hole. “Fuck yeah—it’s definitely hot. But not for me, man—I play safe, you know?” “Oh, that’s cool—so do I.” He turned to me and gave me an appreciative smile. Then I leaned over and whispered in his ear: “And I have rubbers in my room. So when can I fuck you?” He didn’t answer, but simply stood up and walked to get his towel, the muscles in his butt flexing with every step. He glanced back and gestured for me to join. Following close behind, I watched him clamber out of the Jacuzzi, his leg swinging up to the edge as he climbed out the side of the pool—a maneuver that briefly exposed his fuckhole. One way or another, I said to myself, consensual or not, this boy’s butt is taking my raw dick tonight. Just then, the fuck between Jason and Conrad was reaching its noisy climax. Jason was asking my lil’ bro all sorts of questions: do you like being a fuckin’ bareback slut at the bathhouse? Do you like giving up your wrecked pighole to total strangers? Are you gonna take loads in your slopped-up hole all fucking night? Conrad didn't answer, exactly, beyond a half-coherent litany of nasty pigspeak, his slammed-up brain unable to perform basic processes while that big raw dick was pounding his hole. He just kept saying things like fuck, fuck, fuck, breed it fucker, fuckin’ A, fuckin’ use this hole, use my hungry cunt. Knock it up. Please, please knock it up. Fuck! Goddammit, you hot pig motherfucker… Then I heard Jason start to breathe heavily as his dick slapped faster and faster against that cum-flooded hole. Then came a few more questions: You want my fuckin’ load in your slopped-up hole, huh? You hungry for my cum? You wanna get fuckin’ pregnant, dude? Yes, shouted Conrad, nearly delirious with hunger. Fuckin’ yes. Fuckin’ breed me. Please. Please, please breed me. I’m so fuckin’ hungry for that seed. Ohmigod—ohmigod—I feel it—I feel it—fuck yeah! Gimme your load, dude. Thank you. Oh, fuck! Thank you. Thank you. Ohmigod—FUCKER! Everyone in the hot tub could see Jason’s whole body shake as he unleashed his poz cum inside my lil’ bro, Conrad grinning like a little kid as he milked that dick clean with his hungry jockbutt. When Dylan and I turned to leave, I caught a quick glimpse of Jason’s softening cock, coated with fresh seed, pulling out of Conrad’s hole, only to be replaced right away by some random dude’s veiny, precum-dripping Daddy dick. My lil’ bro let out a guttural moan of approval as the new cock invaded his ass—and the whole time I just kept brushing my fingers against Dylan’s twitching, furry muscle hole. First, we took a brief detour to the front desk. I told Dylan that I needed an extra towel, but I actually needed to give Rick a signal that a new corruption project was underway. As I picked up the towel, I gave Rick a little wink, and he replied by mouthing the word “Oink.” As Dylan and I walked away, I looked back at the front desk and held up both hands, mouthing “10 minutes.” Rick answered with a thumbs-up while flashing an evil-pig grin. Back in the room, Dylan climbed up on the bed, got on all fours, and immediately began sucking my dick. Bobbing up and down on my poz shaft, he instinctively arched his back and aimed his hole at the ceiling. I fixed my sights on that quivering cunt, imagining just how incredible this negboy’s fuckhole would feel against the skin of my poz cock. I leaned down to kiss Dylan. It was important to make a good connection with this kid, to gain his trust. I’ve found that a good makeout session can help establish that kind of instant connection, especially if the boy is affectionate and eager for someone to take care of him. That was Dylan, all right—I could tell he was a sweet one. I wreck boys like him all the time: nice kids who somehow fall under the spell of a guy like me, a guy who lives to see virgin boyhole oozing thick white sperm, preferably streaked with ribbons of pink and red. Cum and blood: the keys to initiation and brotherhood. Dylan kissed me hungrily while I kept toying with his fuckhole. “Just curious, boy,” I whispered in his ear. “Do you like to get tied up?” “Fuck yeah,” he said. “Just as long as you don’t make the knots too tight. I kinda just want the illusion that I’m tied up, you know? I need to be able to escape if necessary.” “Oh, of course,” I replied, reaching into my bag to grab a handful of rope. I looped a few coils around his wrists, then made a loose knot on the bedposts so that he wouldn’t feel trapped. “That OK, boy?” He nodded with a big grin. I leaned down to kiss him again, and his body trembled with hunger and excitement. “I can’t wait to feel my cock slide inside you, Dylan. You’re such a sexy little fucker.” He responded with a happy murmur as I reached into my bag. OK, that’s enough affection for now, I thought to myself. It’s time for things to take a nasty turn. First, I grabbed a piece of piss-stained fabric and shoved it in his mouth. Then I reached up to the knots on the bedposts, and with a simple tug I tightened them so that Dylan couldn’t move his arms. His eyes grew wide, and he attempted to use his legs as leverage, but it was no use—I’d already pinned his thighs with my knees. “Sorry, kid,” I said. “When I tie a boy up, he’s fuckin’ pinned until I say otherwise. For real. No escaping, understand? Tonight you’re mine.” As Dylan attempted to scream through the fabric, I heard a knock at the door, followed by a key entering the doorknob. I looked back to see Rick come in with our buddy Santiago, another staff member. (Santiago, you see, is the kind of ruthless Latino top who just isn’t happy until he sees blood on his dick.) “Excuse me, guys, but we heard sounds of a struggle in here,” Rick said to me, doing his best to sound genuinely concerned. “We just wanted to make sure everything’s alright.” Dylan tried screaming again, but I muffled him even more by placing my hand over his mouth. “Everything's fine," I assured him. "I do have one small problem, though: I need some help getting this boy under control. See those ropes on the bedside table?” Rick nodded and grabbed the ropes. Dylan, meanwhile, was trembling with fear—and that’s a major turn-on for me. When I see a boy get scared because he’s no longer in control, my cock twitches and I start drooling precum. I mean, look: there’s nothing hotter to me than watching a boy break. I love breaking ‘em down until they finally surrender and start begging for the raw dick they’ve always wanted. As Dylan kept trembling and whimpering, Rick and Santiago each grabbed a leg, bent him in half to expose his fuckhole, then secured his ankles to the bedposts. He struggled from time to time, and his head kept shaking back and forth in silent protest. But these protests were feeble—he knew he was fucked. I turned to Rick. “In the nightstand, you’ll find a needleless syringe. It’s all ready to go. A nice big fat dose.” He handed it over to me, and I inserted the plastic tip into Dylan’s hole as he gave me a pained, pleading look. “Don’t worry, boy. This is just some very, very special lube.” Then I pushed the plunger in, releasing the drugs into his fuckhole and bringing Dylan one step closer to the world of chemsex. With the chems quickly finding their way into Dylan’s system, I reached into my bag to grab one of my specially prepared condoms. (The preparation is pretty simple: I slice off the reservoir at the tip, so it only takes a few deep thrusts before my mushroom head bursts through the weak end of the rubber.) I held up the condom for Dylan to see, and relief flashed across his face. We were being safe after all! Then I rolled it onto my dick—making sure my boy didn’t catch sight of the hole at the tip—before pouring some lube on my shaft. Finally, with a slow thrust, I began sinking my poz dick and its useless rubber into this helpless negboy fuckhole. His cunt was warm and hungry from that giant booty bump, and I had no problem going balls-deep on the first push. I pulled back a few inches, then buried my dick all the way once more—at which point I felt my cockhead burst through the rubber, and my precum-covered cock got its first exposure to the warmth and wetness of Dylan’s unprotected fuckhole. A moment later, I pulled back out. The broken rubber now covered about two-thirds of my cock, and a string of precum connected the tip of my dick to the warm hunger of Dylan’s hole. “Sorry, dude,” I said to him, “Looks like the condom broke.” Fear entered his eyes again, and he tried to say something through the fabric stuffed in his mouth. “Dylan, I can’t hear what you’re saying. Don’t worry, though—I’ll ask somebody else. Hey, Rick? Look at this rubber. What should I do?” Rick shrugged. “Take off the rubber. Fuck his hole raw.” “Fuck yeah,” said Santiago. “Just breed that fuckin’ uptight faggot.” I looked back at our boy. “So tell me, boy: Should the three of us just bareback that sweet fuckhole of yours?” Dylan was screaming again, shaking his head back and forth, trying his best to fight his restraints. “Sorry, buddy—I really can’t hear what you’re saying. I guess we’re just gonna go with the majority, OK? Which means I’m gonna pound my cum deep inside you.” And with that, I ripped off the rubber and shoved my raw dick into Dylan’s partied-up butt. I leaned into him, looking directly into his eyes as I began to pump in and out of him with long strokes. He was starting to cry, but that just made my dick harder. “Don’t cry, buddy,” I said to him. “We’re only gonna fill your butt with three raw loads, that's all. You love bareback sex, don’t you?” “Well, at least part of him does,” Rick said, pointing to Dylan’s cock. It was rock-fucking-hard. “Your dick’s pretty hard, Dylan,” I said to him. “I guess some people might call this a rape. But what do you call it when you're raping a cunt that secret loves it?” I noticed that Rick and Santiago were starting to get naked, quietly unveiling the biohazard tats on their chests. And as I expected, Dylan saw the tattoos almost immediately, his eyes going wild with distress as he tried to yell through the muzzle. “I think he kinda likes the biohazard symbol,” said Santiago. "That makes two of us, Dylan," said Rick. "I'm glad to see you're so open-minded about taking our poz cocks bareback, even though we're not on meds." Either Dylan was exhausted or losing his voice, because he hardly made a whimper when he heard that. He just closed his eyes and quietly took my dick. A few moments later, as my pace quickened and my balls tightened, I leaned closer to Dylan. “I’m about to blow a fuckin’ load, boy. Where do you want it?” Now he was crying in earnest, still shaking his head back and forth, still making the occasional whimper. I turned to Rick. “I’m not sure, but I think he said he wants my cum in his hole.” “Yeah, that’s what I heard. Knock him up.” And then Santiago chimed in: “Fuck yeah, dude. Poz that sweet little butt.” At that, I felt Dylan’s hole clench. “His hole just squeezed around my cock. I think that means he’s consenting.” “Fuck yeah it does. Go for it,” Rick said. “Get this boy fuckin’ pregnant. Rape him full of the bug.” I turned back to Dylan. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? My unmedicated poz cum seeping into your bloodstream?” Dylan just closed his eyes and tried to say something. “I really wish I knew what you were telling me, boy. You must be begging for my toxic load in your sweet little hole. You wanna get loaded up, boy? I certainly hope so, ‘cuz I’m breeding you—I’m fuckin’ breeding you, bitch. Hear that, fag? Yeah? You like it? You hungry for some poz seed? That’s what I thought you said. YOU LOVE IT. Well, open wide, faggot, ‘cuz I’m pozzing your sweet neg hole right…fucking…now.” And just like that, I force-bred Dylan with a giant load of my poz cum. He was clearly in shock as I pulled my cock out of his hole—eyes glazed over, mouth wide open. Rick climbed onto the bed and immediately thrust his poz dick into our freshly bred boy, laughing when he saw the near-catatonic expression on Dylan’s face. “I think this kid is speechless with gratitude,” he said, slowly working his cock in and out of our new cumpig. “So let’s make him more grateful. Don’t we have a little something to brighten his day?” “Of course we do,” I replied, taking a few prepared rigs out of my bag. Then I leaned closer to Dylan. “Listen, boy: You want to take our raw dicks, don’t you? Well, this will make it easier for you to be our poz cumdump. But if we’re going to do this, I need you to sit very, very still, OK? Because otherwise you’ll just hurt yourself. Do you understand? That means no struggling, boy. Got it?” As I was saying that, Rick placed a blindfold over Dylan’s eyes, then a tourniquet on his arm, all while keeping his cock lodged deep in the boy’s hole. Then he spoke to Dylan. “We need you to nod for us, boy. Let us know that you understand. You need to be still. Perfectly still. Got it?” A pause, followed by a slow nod from Dylan. “Good boy,” I said. “Now, you’re going to feel a little pinprick in your arm. Again, do not move your arm. Just keep your arm still.” During this little speech, I was busy inserting Dylan’s rig in my arm, capturing some of my blood in the chamber. Then I lined up that same syringe with a vein in Dylan's forearm. “Such a good boy,” I assured him. “OK, here’s the pinch. Stay still.” I inserted the dirty needle in his vein, then pulled it back to mix his blood with mine. “You’re being very good, boy. Just stay like you are.” It only took a few more seconds to push the contents of that fat rig—including a fresh infusion of my poz blood—into the boy’s bloodstream, remove the needle, and release the tourniquet. There was a sharp intake of breath from Dylan. Then Rick moaned. “Dude,” he said. “I love fucking a boy’s hole when he gets slammed up, because his butt gets about 10 degrees warmer as soon as you administer that hit.” As Dylan began a violent coughing fit, Rick’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. “Fuckin’ A. His cunt is convulsing with every cough. I’m not gonna last long inside this boy.” As for Dylan, after a few moments of near-panic, he began to relax. His head tilted back, his mouth opened up. He let out a deep moan. As soon as Rick heard that sound emerge from Dylan, he started working the boy's hole—and with every thrust inside that furry slammed-up cunt, moan sounded a little more like a hungry growl. I leaned closer to Dylan. “OK, slampig. How do you feel about raw cock now?” He paused, then slowly shook his head a few times, just like before. Then another pause. And as Rick’s cock plunged its full length into his hungry butt, Dylan started slowly nodding. “Wait—is that a yes, boy? Are you trying to tell me that you want raw dick?” He nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Is that slam making you hungry, boy? Hungry to get pounded and bred and pozzed?” This time, the nod was almost violent. I could even hear him yelling “Yes” through the fabric. “OK, boy,” I continued, “If we let you speak again, are you going to accept what we’re giving you? Are you going to be a grateful and obedient fuckhole?” Another nod. “Well, here’s your test. When I take this fabric out of your mouth, the first thing I want to hear is ‘Please knock me up.’ Got it?” A nod. “Good boy. Now do it.” I started to remove the makeshift muzzle, and I could hear him saying the phrase through the muffled fabric already. Over and over he said it—“please knock me up,” “please knock me up.” In fact, for those first 30 minutes of speaking, with that giant slam still rushing through his bloodstream, “please knock me up” appeared to be the only thing he knew how to say. And that was just fine, because getting knocked up was the only thing he really needed to do that night. I laid down next to him and whispered in his ear. “So tell me the truth: you’ve always wanted to be a cumpig. Isn’t that right, boy?” “Yes,” he replied. “I wanted cum so bad. Raw dick. Uninhibited fucking. I’ve been so scared, but I’m not scared anymore.” “Good boy. You shouldn’t be scared. You should be proud. Proud to take raw dick, proud to be a true bottom—a bottom who surrenders everything to his top—and above all, proud to be free from the fear of getting pozzed. You remember those dudes fucking in the shower?” "Yeah. That was fuckin' hot." "Well, those are my friends. I set that whole thing up. I asked them to do that in front of you, because I knew it would activate your inner cumpig. I knew it would get you thinking about raw cock, about anonymous dick, about embracing the needs of that hungry fuckin' cunt of yours." I took off Dylan’s blindfold. His pupils were enormous, but his eyes shone with an odd combination of happiness and hunger. “Thank you,” he said to me. “Thank you for giving me what I needed, even before I knew that I needed it.” We fell into a deep kiss just as Rick’s body shuddered violently, his dick delivering pulse after pulse of poz cum inside this slammed-up boy’s hungry hole. Dylan let out another groan, whispered "Thank you so much, you fuckin' stud," and went back to making out with me. Finally I sat up, looking him deep in those jet-black pupils. “One more question, boy. After the three of us breed you, what are you gonna do?” He shot me a devilish little grin. “You mean…other than hunting for more loads?” “Good answer,” I said with a laugh. “And if you think you’re hungry now, you have no idea what’s coming. Because it won’t be long before we’ll slide another needle in your arm to get you even nastier and trashier, you twisted fuckin’ pig.” With that, Rick waved his cock over Dylan’s face, all slicked up with a heavy coating of fresh cum. And without saying another word—like any good pair of pigs—Dylan and I helped each other lick that poz dick clean. MORE TO COME…

I'd love for a bttm to 'trick' me like that... very hot.

I’m proud of my body, I love showing it off and yeah I am an older guy, but my powerful muscle bear build is something I am very proud of. The kid was one of those perfect ones, you know the sort angelic face and a body built from long hours in the gym, but also so that naïve that he did not know how perfectly hot he was, we first saw him when we were on the beach, I was dozing idly scratching my chest when my buddy Duke, a big black brute of a muscle daddy, poked me “hey bro look at the chicky coming outa the water” , chicky was Adams term for any young lad who got his poz dick a twitching), I opened my eyes to see a very cute smooth muscle boy in a bikini brief come striding out of the surf totally oblivious to the leering stares of a lot of the guys on the beach, my dick twitched in my shorts and I grinned “fuck yeah he is hot!”. Both Duke and I watched as the kid sprayed himself with some suntan lotion and lay face down on his lounger, his bubble butt sticky up encased like two hard boiled eyes in a hanky. I grinned Duke went into action, all those years of working on the London stage had given him skills for sure though no stardom, I watched as Duke circled round as discreetly as he could, going on the sea before nonchalantly walking up the beach and somehow ‘managing’ to look very convincing when he stumbled and knocked the boys stuff flying and then making profuse apologies to the kid giving him the perfect opportunity to chat. Now Dukes look and bulk is enough to scare the shit out of most people but he oozes charm and has the gift of the gab that mixed with his deep smooth voice disarms most people within seconds and sure enough the two were soon chatting away like old friends. I pretended to be asleep when Duke brought the kid over to our loungers, “hey Ted wake up, this is Bobby”, I opened my eyes and put on my best smile reaching up putting out my hand “hey bobby”, the kid smiled back “hi Ted”, as Bobby sat down on Dukes lounger Duke exclaimed “I’m such a clumsy idiot, I trod on Bobby’s bag and got suntan oil over his clothes!”, bobby gave a cute little laugh “hey its no problem”, Duke pouted “but it is, I feel terrible”, that made me laugh along with bobby at the look on Dukes face. We drank some wine from our cooler and chatted easily and a tipsy Bobby soon became very forthcoming with information, he was on his gap year from university and he’d arranged to meet some friends here in Spain for a week of partying but had got the dates wrong and had arrived two days before his buddies and was having to stay in a hostel, when he said that he’d giggled “I don’t know, I’m so dumb sometimes”, both Duke and I laughed at that but the sly wink Duke gave me said it all. I looked at my watch saying “we’d better go soon”, Bobby looked a bit sad but brightened up when I added “hey Bobby, why don’t you come to our apartment with us, we can watch your gear and have a few more drinks?”, he smiled a sweet smile “okay that would be ace” and laughed completely unaware of the connotations when Duke added slyly emphasizing the ‘T’ “Yeah, we can have a nice party!” Back at the apartment and a few drinks later Bobby sat on the sofa looking nervously at the glass pipe Duke held out in front of him after he’d watched Duke and I blow clouds, he bit his lip “I dunno if I should”, Dukes voice was smooth like honey “hey bobby you’ve smoked weed right and liked it right?” and after Bobby nodded continued “well this is better”, Bobby’s hand was shaking as he took the pipe laughing nervously “it ain’t going to make me do anything stupid right?”, I could only chuckle “no son, if anything it will make you the opposite of that” Bobby blew out a big cloud and we could see that the effect was quick on him, his pretty blue eyes dilated and he flushed as he leaned back whispering “oh wow”, as Duke lit the pipe again grinning as bobby took the pipe in his mouth inhaling deeply, I put my hand on bobby’s thigh running it up to his swimsuit and gave his bulge and nice squeeze “feels great eh boy?”, bobby grinned and laughed “fuck yeah feels great, make me feel tingly and horny!” I rubbed his tenting bikini “yeah I can feel that son” and then pulled the front of his bikini down engulfing his decent sized boy cock in my mouth making him whimper “oh fuck” Duke laughed “oh you will be Bobby boy, don’t you worry”

Cody’s Weekend at Home Although Cody was only a junior in high school, he was already 18. His father held him back from starting school so that he would be a year ahead of kids his age. His father was an all-star high school wrestler who was a state finalist all 3 years he wrestled varsity. He knew that if Colt started a year later he’d have a good chance to be a four time state finalist and maybe state champion. Cody stood 5’8” and normally weighed 135 to 140 pounds but was able to cut his weight down to wrestle in the 126 pound weight class against kids who would probably be younger and less experienced. He had a good muscular build from years of weight training and good nutrition. His father’s genetics didn’t hurt. Cody started wrestling the age of 7. He found that he liked the body contact he had with other guys and soon found that he was stimulated by this contact. He would throw wood easily and soon found himself jerking off to wrestling videos. When he got to high school he figured he was gay and kept pretty much to himself occasionally dating a pretty girl. His senior year he noticed that the student trainer assigned to work with the wrestling team was watching guys shower. Cody bust the kid when he was watching him shower and exploited this to his advantage. It didn’t take much to get the kid to suck each other’s cocks. Cody always took his time in the shower and made sure he was the last one there with the student trainer so that they could mutually suck each other off. Cody wanted to do more but the student trainer was reluctant to try. When his parents had to go cross country for a wedding as the state tournament was approaching they decided to let Cody stay home alone. The team had their last match before the tournament on a Thursday night giving the team 2 weeks to prepare for the opening round. Cody’s parents left that Friday morning and Cody figured he’d check a few things out in the city that night. At the end of practice on Friday the coach gave them the weekend off. There were a couple places in town where he might meet someone to play around with and he soon found himself outside one of the local gay bar. He sat on the hood of his car watching guys as they went inside. Paul was walking down the street. Cody noticed Paul when he was a block away from the bar. Paul was over 6’ tall (coming in at 6’2”) with a lean muscular build (around 180 pounds). Cody guessed him to be in his mid 20’s as he kept his eyes on this stud as he came down the street. When Paul got closer he noticed the young stud looking him over and instead of heading inside the bar he walked up to the kid sitting on his car. Paul looked the kid over and asked, “Are you going inside or are you just going to sit there and look pretty?” Cody answered, “I’d love to go inside but I’m only 18. Is there any place we could go and have some fun?” Paul could tell that Cody was looking for some fun and made a suggestion, “I live close by, we could go there and I’m sure we’ll find something fun to do.” As they began to walk towards Paul’s place they introduced themselves to each other. Paul lived a couple blocks from the bar and soon were at Paul’s building. Cody followed Paul up the stairs and soon they were alone in his apartment. Paul said, “Make yourself at home Cody.” As Paul kicked off his shoes and walked over to the fridge. Cody kicked off his own shoes and soon he was sitting on the couch. Paul called out from the kitchen, “Can I get you anything to drink?” Cody answered that he didn’t drink alcohol since he was still in training.” As Paul returned to the living room he turned on the TV and asked, “What are you in training for?” Paul already had porn playing from his computer that he had hooked up to all his TV’s. While Cody watched the porn on the TV he let Paul know that he wrestled and Paul told Cody that he played baseball when he was in high school and college. Cody could tell Paul was a jock from the way he carried himself. That really turned Cody on and he was sure that Paul was turned on as well from the apparent bulge in his jeans. Paul asked cody, “Hope you like porn.” Cody was transfixed on the porn as he nodded in the affirmative. The porn was all bareback as Paul began to hope he could breed this jock. Cody then noticed a funny looking glass pipe sitting on the coffee table as Paul was rejoining the young jock. He said, “This is a strange looking Marijuana pipe.” Paul laughed and let Cody know, “It’s not a Marijuana pipe it’s a Tina pipe.” Cody had a puzzled look on his face as Paul took the pipe and said, “I’ll show you how to use it if you’d like?” Paul then took out a small baggie and put a couple rocks of Tina in it then lights his torch and held it to the bottom of the bowl. Cody watched in amazement as the bowl filled with smoke just before Paul slowly inhaled the smoke into his lungs. Paul held his breath for a second then blew the smoke out. Cody was intrigued and when Paul asked if he’d like to try it he didn’t hesitate with “Fuck yeah. Is it anything like pot?” Paul responded, “It’s better than pot.” Paul held the torch to the bowl and the smoke began to quickly fill it as he told Cody, “Now slowly inhale and hold your breath till I tell you to let it out.” Cody did as he was told and held his breath. Paul purposefully had Cody hold the Tina in longer than he himself had as he had the pipe ready for another go. He had Cody exhale and then inhale a second breath from the pipe. After the 4th time Cody was starting to fly as Paul wanted him too. Quickly the two began to kiss as they continued to share the pipe and before long Paul was ready to give Cody a shotgun. Cody was familiar with shotgunning a joint. Paul explained in detail how he was going to do a deep drag of the pipe then as Cody inhales the smoke from Paul as he exhales while they share a kiss. Cody was game and soon they exchanged a few shotguns as they passionately kissed. It didn’t take long till they both found themselves only wearing boxer briefs. Paul’s cock was rock hard and dripping. That was probably more due to the Viagra he took shortly after they returned to his apartment then the stud he was with. As the 2 jocks kissed Paul paused to ask Cody, “What do you want to do?” Cody answered, “I’m in your hands Paul.” Paul got an evil grin on his face as he led Cody to the bedroom. On the way he asked, “Are you enjoying the Tina Cody?” Cody answered “Fuck yes, it makes my body tingle.” Once they were in the bedroom he kissed Cody and excused himself. He returned with a 250 cc syringe filed with (what Cody could see) was a clear fluid. Paul let Cody know, “If you enjoyed smoking Tina I think you’ll love slamming her.” Cody had a puzzled look on his face, “Slamming?” Paul explained, “Yes, injecting it directly into your vein. It’s awesome and if you think your body tingles now, just wait.” Cody was a little apprehensive as Paul said, “I’ll do myself first then you, ok?” Cody seemed a little more interested. Paul described in detail what he was doing as he wrapped a piece of rubber around his left bicep, took an alcohol prep and wiped a prominent vein, stuck the needle in and pulled back the plunger to register a flash of blood. Paul added that he’s very good at this since he’s a nurse. Paul then slowly pushed the plunger down about 1/3 the way before he pulled it from his arm and replaced the cap. He then held a cotton ball over where he had just injected himself, put his arm over head and with his teeth pulled the rubber from his arm. Paul let out a couple coughs as Cody could see his cock begin to leak big time. Paul leaned over to Cody and kissed him as he was feeling his rush. When the kiss broke Paul told Cody “It’s now your turn” trying not to give Cody a choice or opportunity to back out. Cody seemed a little nervous but was transfixed as Paul applied the tourniquet, found a good vein he never noticed that Paul was using the needle he just used on himself. Paul hit the vein with expertise he had as a nurse, registered the flash of blood and emptied the rest of the syringe into Cody’s arm. As the needle was withdrawn Paul was sure to let Cody know “You will feel a warmth rush into your chest, you might feel a slight difficulty breathing for a brief second as you cough out hard. Your heart will begin to beat really fast as a ringing might be heard in your ears.” Paul put a cotton ball over the injection site as he put Cody’s arm over his head then pulled the tourniquet off. Cody felt the warmth as was described as he suddenly coughed out hard. He heard the ringing in his ears as his heart began to beat really fast. As the rush washed over his body Paul helped him lay back as he climbed on top of the rushing twink and kissed him deeply. When the kiss broke Paul was sure to ask, “How are you feeling Cody?” Cody responded “OH FUCK, WOW!!! This is FUCKING awesome!” Paul returned to kissing Cody and quickly both jocks lost the last little bit of clothing each were wearing as their boxer briefs ended up on the floor. Paul was rock hard and his cock was still dripping as Cody’s cock was very sensitive but he was very limp. Cody asked, “Why are you so rock hard and I’m so soft?” Paul let Cody know, “That’s how Tina is, some get rock hard and some get very soft.” Quickly Paul maneuvered so that they were in ‘69’ position and quickly Cody was devouring Paul’s cock as Paul licked and sucked Cody’s limp tool. Quickly Paul moved his mouth and began to eat Cody’s hole. Cody had never been rimmed before and quickly asked “What are you doing?” Paul responded, “Haven’t you ever been rimmed before?” Cody quickly admitted, “The only thing I’ve ever done was suck and get sucked.” Paul moved so that he could pay complete attention on eating Cody’s virgin hole as he readied it for his hard cock. He worked to get it nice and sloppy wet as Cody writhed and moaned. He knew that he would be inside this jock bare and breeding him in minutes. As Cody’s began to open up and get nicely lubed he knew it was time. He began to kiss and lick his way up Cody’s body making sure to pay attention to the twink’s very sensitive nipples. As he moved up he was sure to aim his hard cock towards Cody’s hole. Paul knew how to position his cock so that it would slide right inside. Paul was staring deeply into Cody’s eyes as the tip hit home and Paul took Cody’s virginity. Cody moaned out as Paul bottomed his 8” balls deep inside his hole. He stroked Paul’s face as the two kissed and Paul began to slowly fuck away. Cody wrapped his legs around Paul’s slim waist as he felt Paul piston in and out of his hole. Since Paul was still rushing he knew he would cum quickly then be ready to really pound away at Cody. Paul felt his balls begin to boil and knew the strong orgasm would be upon him soon. He took a couple long strokes and grunted as his cock spewed out a huge load of his poison seed. Paul knew between the shared point and the load inside Cody would most likely get the fuck flu within a few weeks. The two kissed as Cody commented, “I know you just came, I felt your cock twitch inside me and I think I felt your load.” Paul kissed Cody again and let him know, “Yes I just filled you with a big load of my cum.” Cody never began to worry, he knew the implications of what had just happened and what it could mean and as he looked into Paul’s eyes he knew the answer to the question he had on his mind as Paul pulled his still hard cock out of his ass. Paul maneuvered Cody into doggy as he mounted the twink from behind. He slid his hard cock inside and began to slowly build up speed to where he was pounding away at Cody’s hole. Cody felt every thrust as his prostate was hit. Paul knew that Cody would learn to be a bottom cum dumb and Paul hoped that Cody would want more Tina. Cody was fucked in every position possible as the two shared another slam. It was mid day on Sunday when Cody finally left for home. He was very satisfied at what he had done that weekend and asked Paul “Can we get together again after the state tournament is over in a few weeks?” Paul answered “Fuck yeah! Would you like to meet some of my friends?” Cody answered “Fuck Yeah!”

(This story was an adventure from 2004, also from the archives of Raw Latino Muscle:) I’ve been an unrepentant barebacker all my life, even after I tested poz more than 20 years ago. I was 100 percent bottom until about eight or nine years ago, when I discovered the pleasures of breeding men – especially younger guys, whom I feel a special obligation to impregnate with my poz seed for the next generation of pigs. Even though I’m mostly top now, I’m always ready to flip and surrender my hole to other poz/AIDS brothers who will recharge and strengthen my seed. My dick gets rock hard and drips when I think about the hot time I had with a guy I met on the Web several years ago. His name was Alex, and we made a date to meet on one of my semi-regular trips back to my hometown. He said he had full-blown AIDS, and he was looking for pigs who would continue to carry and spread his strain after he croaked. I assured him I’d spread his strains to hundreds of other raw pigs. I explained to him that I have a twisted obsession with poz seed and that nothing gets me hotter than swapping tainted fluids with other poz pigs. He was flattered that I wanted to take and transmit his DNA to the next generation. I went straight to his place after checking into my hotel, and I can still remember how hot he looked when he opened the door, naked except for an open bathrobe. Alex was white, late 40s, 6-foot-2 and about 150 pounds of extremely lean muscle and veins. He had a full, thick black moustache that dominated the sunken cheeks on his gaunt face. His cock was 7 inches, thick and heavy like mine, with a huge mushroom head pierced by a PA. He pulled me to him, twisted my pig tit and shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, and I sucked the taste of beer and cigarettes in his spit. I stripped immediately and couldn’t wait to get his loads inside me. I dropped and took his cock in my mouth, making love to his death tool. I’m not much into oral sex (I prefer a hot mouth on my nipples), but knowing his balls and dick carried the juice that I desperately craved drove me mad with lust, and I worshipped him like a god. I gave myself in complete submission, ready, willing and hoping to do anything he asked in return for the unholy privilege of receiving his toxic cum in my guts. Although he’d stopped taking HIV meds about a year earlier, Alex said he needed Viagra to fuck. So while we waited for his dick to get hard, I gladly fucked him and added my strains with his own death cells inside his guts. Although he was taller than me, I had at least 30 pounds of muscle on him, and I easily pinned him to the bed as I wedged my fat dick into his extremely tight hole. We made love, with lots of kissing and talking nasty about AIDS and death, and I didn’t pull out until I’d dumped three loads of my own dirty seed into his guts. Some of it spilled out when I pulled my cock out of him, so I felched it and fed it back to him in a fucking deep, hot kiss. By that time, Alex’s own death tool cock was rock hard. I jumped in his sling, and he aimed his PA directly at my own rarely fucked hole. Using only spit, he slowly but insistently pushed his whole cock into me. It burned like hell, and I knew he was tearing tissue as started pumping. After about 10 minutes we moved from the sling back to the bed so we could kiss more easily while he shared his gift with me. I noticed something red on his dick, and I reached down and fingered my hole to confirm I was bleeding. Strung out on poppers and lust, I begged Alex to ram his dick back inside me, which he did. I don’t get fucked often and it was all I could do to withstand his assault, but the knowledge that he was already dripping deadly precum into my bloodstream only made me hungry for more. We were drenched in sweat and the smell of poppers as he pumped my cunt for another 15 minutes, sharing lots of deep kisses and twisted talk about worshipping AIDS. Finally, my new lover spewed a huge load of his death seed deep into my guts. The intense connection we shared was overwhelming, like a true spiritual experience, and I remember wishing I could die right there as his spasming cock still spewing poison into me. When Alex finally pulled out, my muscle cunt clamped tight to keep his death juice deep inside. I greedily licked the remnants of cum and blood from his dick and shared the precious mixture with him in lots of deep kisses. I spent the night at his place, where we got high on beer, pot, piss and AIDS lust. He dumped three more loads in my hole and I gave him two more of my own seed to share with other pigs. I don’t know if he did: I heard from another bud that Alex died two weeks later. Fortunately, he still lives deep in my sick brain and in the toxic DNA that I continue to spread to other brothers who share my dark, twisted passion.

Living north of Boston but would like to organize a small group of guys who'd want to get a large hotel room and pig out for an afternoon. I lean top but I'm not looking for guys solely into getting their holes bred: I'm hoping to find a group of versatile types so that we've got a good mix. Not opposed to one boy bottom we could all use but you get the idea. Preferably poz bear types and guys between mid 20s to 50. Anybody interested in meeting and maybe helping to organize?

First off. I am so thankful I found this place. I thought i was the only one. I've been a bottom since a very young age. I love the thought of a man feeling me from the inside. making love to me, fucking me, whatever you want to call it. My main mode of meeting men was usually craigslist. I always posted looking for daddies looking for a son or looking for a twink. I have always been very small and petite and when i started meeting men, so many of them even wanted me to dress for them or be as feminine as possible. I liked this very much. When I first started meeting guys, I obviously couldn't host and taking the bus or train or occasionally driving to their place was nerve racking, intense, exhilarating and stressful. I had no idea what was going to happen once i entered that door. Although at first, there were a lot of back and forth discussions on what they were looking for and for the most part, most of the guys were extremely sweet to me because they knew i was young and nervous. Do you have condoms and lube was usually my go to questions. Of course one of my biggest fears besides being murdered was to get and std or HIV. I would usually show up and they were perfect gentlemen and horny and loving my body. so the kissing began and the fore play and then came the sex. almost all of them couldn't wait to get deep inside of me and i had to be the bearer of bad news and sometimes even break the rhythm by making them put on a condom. In the heat of the moment, I almost wouldn't say anything but my brain took over and I made them wrap it up. That was until I met Michael. Michael is a 44 year old real estate salesman. We met on craigslist and he was an awesome guy. First we met in public and he was very affectionate, caring and attentive. It wasn't long before we were in his car and i was blowing him (our first meeting we didn't have a lot of time) He had the biggest cock I had ever seen in real life and his load was huge. We exchanged phone numbers and not even an hour later, we were texting each other. Both of us couldn't wait to see each other again. The only problem was that he was a married man. The good thing was that he had multiple houses that we could go to that were for sale and the owners had already moved so we had free reign of the houses. Some were huge homes with pools that we would spend all day at and others were cute little apartments. He was so big that I was having a really hard time taking him inside of me. So one night, it was the first time I had been to his real house where his wife and kids lived. They were gone for 10 days. I came over, he had dinner made and we drank champagne and he even bought me a cute little girly outfit. when we moved to the living room, we were kissing and i couldn't keep my hands off of him and he couldn't off of me. I went to my knees and my daddies beautiful cock was throbbing for me. He knelled down and looked at me and held up a brown bottle. He said, these are poppers and they are going to help us make love tonight. He showed me how they worked and then he held them to my nose. He closed one nostril and told me to inhale. Then he held the other nostril and told me to inhale. my body turned warm and all i wanted to do was swallow his entire cock. it made me an amazing cocksucker because he kept stopping me to kiss so he didn't cum. I was hooked. I wanted more. He picked me up and carried me to him and his wife's bed. He laid me down on my back and started and my toes and worked up my legs and sucked me for a little bit. then kissed up my tummy and over my nipples and my collar bone then to my ear and he told me he wanted to get me pregnant. at this point i would have let him shoot heroin between my toes if he asked. so he went back don and lifted my legs up and my hole was wide open for him and he ate me out. then he but my legs back down and scooted his legs closer and to open me up. he lubed himself up and positioned the head of his cock right over my boy pussy. then he open the brown bottle and did the same as before, one nostril then the other. he wrapped his arms around me and was looking into my eyes and whispering to me. i love you jamie, each word i could feel more and more pressure. another hit of poppers and his head was in, kissing me deeply in and out telling me how good i felt. I loved the thought of this man inside of me. I love the thought we were in his wifes bed and i loved when he told me he wanted to get me pregant. i opened even wider. i felt so dirty and i loved it. his balls were slapping my cheeks and i was begiing for him to fill me. he pumped harder and harder, veins in his head and he looked into my eyes and said, im cummmmmming baby. he pulsated inside of me for 10 minutes as our sweaty bodies remained ambraced. I fell in love with this man because he barebacked me. his dna was inside of me. i was hooked. over the next few days we made love in every room of his house and even on his deck. this led me down the path of meeting men, acting so sweet and innocent and asking if they had lube and condoms but once poppers were introduced or other chems, i was going to be open for them. I had turned into a bareback slut. I couldnt get enough. i loved to play the game where the guy even begged and pleaded that he was clean. there were the other times when i was stealthed and even though i knew what he did and i wanted it, i acted like i didnt. those guys i didnt see again because they were liars, they just didnt know i knew. well, there were a couple i saw again because they had good chems. Im still neg at this point and its not that i dont worry about getting std's. its just that i lose control when the sexual situation occurs. Am I a bad person

Want guys to knock me up and convert me to the poz whore I really am. Don't care what sti's you have... I want them. Especially HIV and aids cock. Available Tuesday onwards. Love public and would love to be filmed

Wow,this is one of the hottest stories on here. Can'the wait for part 9 and see if there are more brothers of Jacob to corrupt.

Need more Subverted Cum Whore. It's my favorite story on this site.

I hope you keep spurting then and continue both stories.

Great story.

Part 6 The Sun was already up when we exited the bath house, the large plug lodged deep in my ass. I guessed it had to be Sunday morning. My thoughts drifted to my family. I knew they would be heading to church soon, then probably having a BBQ in the backyard, as they did almost every Sunday. I almost wished I could join them, but I was too far down the devil's path to return. We drove back through the city, with me on the floor of the truck, and eventually into a garage. I immediately recognized it as being Mr. Jackson's garage. My heart raced as I started to panic. Why were we here? Was he going to send me back home already, high as a kite and full of strangers cum? My mind raced as he dragged me into his house and upstairs into a bed room. He threw me on a bed and locked my collar to a short chain so I couldn't go anywhere, then he left me. I don't know how long I was alone up there, time was fuzzy to me. After a while I could hear the voices of my family in the backyard as Dad got the BBQ going. I thought of yelling out to them, but didn't know if they would even hear me. Plus I was scared of angering Mr. Jackson. I had quickly learned he had ways to punish me if he wanted too. After a while I heard voices downstairs, several mens voices, and I quickly concluded I was going to be in for some more fucking. Mr. Jackson just came up the stairs and released the chain from my collar. He then guided me over to a window. This window happened to overlook my family's backyard. I could see everyone. He then took my wrists and attached the cuffs to hooks that had short chain's hanging down, forcing me to hang in the window, arms spread apart. Panic surged in me again. If I could see my family, all they had to do was look up into the window and see me hanging there naked. I started to object and Mr. Jackson just silenced me with the ball gag. I felt the now familiar band go around my arm as I was once again stuck with a needle and the familiar rush rocked my body. The plug was pulled out of me and another strange man pushed his cock into me. He held my hips and fucked me while I stared in horror out the window to my family below. "That's it Slut." Mr. Jackson said as I took a cock up my cunt. "Look at your family. Look, there's Daddy and Mommy, and all your brothers and sister's. Look at them enjoying themselves while their depraved faggot son is taking cock right next to them! What would happen if they looked up here and saw you?" I shook in fear as tears rolled down my cheeks again. The man just kept fucking me deep and hard. "Oh look slut, there's your pastor and his wife joining them. Should I call them and tell them to look up here?" I frantically shook my head no as the guy fucking me dumped his load in my guts, mingling with all the other loads already in me. He pulled out and another guy pushed in. "That's right slut, take that cock like you were born to do. Watch your family while you get bred. This may be the last time you ever see them!" I cried knowing this was probably true. I could never return to them now that the devil had claimed me for his own. I just hung there as two more men came in and fucked me, adding more and more cum into my guts while my family ate below, oblivious to the depravity going on over them. After the last guy pumped his cum up into me, Mr. Jackson held a rag over my nose and mouth and I inhaled a new smell. Instantly my head spun more and my ass begged for more cock. Mr. Jackson just started putting fingers up in me, working them in and out. Deeper and deeper he pushed his hand into my wet hole until he pushed really hard and his hand popped through. I screamed into the gag as I felt his hand slide up deep into my bowels. I watched my family through tears as his arm pumped up and down, ripping my cunt further apart. "Take it whore! Take your Masters fist in your slutty cunt! This is your destiny! You are forever a worthless fuckhole for anything I want to put in you. You will never return to your family. You are mine for as long as I want, until I've used you up so much you'll never be good for anything else!" He grabbed my cock with his other hand and jerked it while he milked my from the inside. Soon shot after shot flew out of my dick all over the window as I jerked on Mr. Jackson's arm. When I had finished, he pulled it out of me. I could feel hot liquid running out of my wrecked hole and down my legs. Mr. Jackson just laughed. "Your cunt is bleeding like a true pussy now!" He unhooked my wrists and I just fell to the floor in a heap, my mind trying to grasp all that had happened to me in the last couple of days. Trying to fully grasp the reality of my new existence. Later that afternoon, I was in the living room, strapped down to a fuck bench with Mr. Jackson's big cock buried in my cunt. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello Zeke." he said as he ground his pubes into my tender, sore, inflamed ass lips. Oh my God! He was taking to my father! "Yes, Jacob is fine. More than fine!" My heart was in my throat! "Well I was just calling because I happen to be home, no, Jacob is still up at the cabin, but I was wondering if I might also be able to employ the services of Elijah as well." Oh shit! Elijah was my 19 year old brother! "Yes, well my back isn't what it used to be, and I could really use another boy to help out. Yes, I would be leaving again tonight if he could be ready to go right away. I don't have the cash on me to pay you upfront, but I can certainly do so after the work is done. Excellent, I'll see him very shortly." My blood ran cold as he hung up the phone. He continued to fuck me until about 15 minutes later the doorbell rang. One of the men went to answer it and I heard Elijah's voice. "Um, Mr. Jackson was expecting me?" "Right this way son." the man said. My brother walked into the living room and froze as he saw me, tied down with Mr. Jackson's cock buried in my ass. "What the....." he started to say as two men grabbed him, forcing a rag over his face. My brother struggled hard for a minute, but was no match physically for the two men holding him. He eventually went unconscious and fell to the floor as Mr. Jackson flooded my guts with another load. "This is working out better than I could have ever hoped."

Part 5 The pickup truck drove through the city toward my next unknown destination. My young, sheltered mind could barely fathom what had already happened to me, let alone what lay in store. Mr. Jackson threw a pair of shorts to me and told me to put them on. It felt good to have my nakedness covered, even if only slightly. The truck eventually came to a halt and Mr. Jackson got out and opened the passenger door, pulling me out by my leash. He led me down the sidewalk and into an unmarked door. I could hear the thumping of dance music as he led me down a short hallway to another door with a man behind a counter protected with a glass window. Mr. Jackson slid some money through a gap, and we were buzzed in. Mr. Jackson led me down dark hallways where I caught glimpses of many naked men. Some of them felt me as we passed them on our way to a room. It was small, with only a twin bed and a chair. He pushed me onto the bed and sat down in the chair, pulling out his little case from his coat. "Do you know where you are boy?" he asked me. I just shook my head, honestly having no idea what kind of place I was really in. "This is a bath house. Men come here for sex. Tonight you are going to be a special treat for them. New sluts are always popular!" I didn't have to guess what he meant, even though I couldn't anticipate what I was really in store for. But my ass tingled at the thought of getting fucked again and my dick got hard. "I see that appeals to you!" Mr. Jackson laughed at my arousal. "Drink this." he instructed me, handing me a bottle. I was thirsty as fuck and started to guzzle it down. I had taken a couple big swigs before I realized it was a bottle of piss. I gagged a bit and Mr. Jackson just glared at me. "Drink it all boy! It's got a nice dose of G to really get you ready!" I finished it all and started to feel warm and relaxed. Then he brought out the rubber band and the syringe. I knew not to try to resist, and actually looked forward to another shot. "This will be your biggest one so far. Then you should be ready for anything." I held out my arm as he poked a vein and pushed the plunger. The now familiar rush hit me, and as soon as I stopped coughing he opened the door and led me out. I followed him in a haze down some corridors and into a room that had mirrrors everywhere and what looked like a weird swing hanging in the middle. Mr. Jackson lifted me up and placed me in it, raising my legs and buckling them in. Then he buckled down my arms and leaned into my ear. "Enjoy the next few hours Jesus boy. I know these men will!" With that the first of what would be dozens of cocks slid into my cunt. I moaned at the pleasure of being penetrated. All kinds of men fucked me over the next few hours. Old, young, fat, ugly, it didn't matter, they all used the available cumdump. I floated in a fog as my ass was bred over, and over, and over. At one point a guy planted his lips onto my anus while another guy pushed on my stomach, squeezing the contents of my bowels into his mouth. The man then put his mouth over mine and let a huge mouthful of cum drip into me and down my throat. Time stood still as I was reduced to nothing more than a hole to take cum. And I wanted it all. After many hours Mr. Jackson released my bonds and let me down. I collapsed into his arms, unable to stand. "Do you know how many men fucked you slut?" he asked me. I looked at him with glassy eyes and shook my head no. "I counted 27. 27 different cocks. 27 different loads. All from men you don't even know. You are officially a true cumdump now boy!" I just collapsed as he carried me back to our room and laid me on the bed. "I have one more for you slut." he said as he slid his big, black cock into my wet, sloppy cunt. It made squishy noises as he pounded my cum filled hole. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him as he gave me my last fuck of the night, pumping one last load into my stretched, loose hole. "Oh yea boy. I LOVE a nice juicy cunt. All those strangers loads up in you, making you so wet and slick. Your going to love your new life, whore." With that he shot one final load deep in my bowels.

The Bear Sex Parties are mostly bb and I usually leave with an ass full of cum. They are held We'd and Friday nights and Sunday afternoon. While marketed for bears, et al it seems all types attend. I've taken many loads of hot muscle boy cum there.

I was pozzed and introduced to chem sex in a similar way , 6 years ago . Though my owner was a white british guy who gave me .5 slam first time and got me barebacked by a group of guys for free. I was kept on high for 4 days with really strong doses of tina and was used by more than a dozen tops whose faces I didnt get to see as I was blindfolded . Just felt raw cocks sliding in n out of my holes all the time . I was hooked on to meth n cum after 4th day .

Part 4 The 4 men were spent. My throbbing hole oozed cum, and I just lay on the floor, my brain spinning in a million directions at once. I still felt shame at being raped by these 4 black men, but I also still craved more cock inside me, fucking me, pounding me, breeding me like a common bitch. I was so confused. Without a word Mr. Jackson approached me with something in his hand I had never seen. It was long like a big dick, and got wider near the end of it, really wide, then it suddenly narrowed and had a base on it. "Pull his legs up!" He told one of the men. My legs were quickly pulled over my head, exposing my dripping hole. Mr. Jackson started to push this thing into me, stretching my asslips further open until it reached a painful point, at which he stopped. Looking down, I could see some of it still sticking out of me. Mr. Jackson just stood up and lined his boot up with the end. Raising his leg, he kicked the end full force, ramming the rest of it all the way in me with one brutal thrust. "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as I saw stars and almost passed out. Mr. Jackson just hit my shock collar and the men all laughed as I jerked around the floor, screaming and crying, pain engulphing my body from head to toe. Eventually it subsided a bit and the men grabbed me. One forced a ball into my mouth, buckeling it right around my head. Another grabbed my ankles, tightly wrapping rough rope around and around immobilizing my legs, and another grabbed my arms and did the same behind my back. Then I was picked up and placed into a leather body bag and zipped up tight. I could hear the men leaving as I was left bound in darkness. I have no idea how long I spent like this. I know it was hours. I had lost all sense of time. I tried not to think about the position I was in. Just yesterday I was happily at home with my family, and now I was literally a piece of fucked up property with no idea or even say about what was going to happen to me. My body ached. My jaw ached. And mostly my ass ached with what felt like a log jammed up there. My head spun, my heart raced, and I alternated between screaming and crying and praying into my gag, all while I sweated buckets. After who knows how many hours I spent like this, I suddenly felt myself being picked up and thrown over Mr. Jackson's shoulders. I was carried and dumped into the back of the truck, and felt it start to drive away from the cabin to God only knew where. We drove for what must have been a couple hours. I could tell we were back in the city by all the sounds around me, even though I was still in my dark cocoon. Eventually we stopped and Mr. Jackson got out of the cab and unzipped my sack. "Don't say a word slut!" He ordered me as he undid my gag and untied my arms and legs. "I told you I was your pimp now, and your about to make your first sale." I secretly wept a little inside as I realized I was really going to be made into a prostitute. Another step closer to the devil. He just attached a leash to my collar and pulled me off the truck. Thankfully it was dark, so no one could really see me as I was led naked to the front door of a run down house. Mr. Jackson rang the bell and we were admitted inside. It was dimly lit but I could see several people. On the couch was a woman passed out while a guy was fucking her. In the corner sat a young shirtless guy pushing a needle into his arm, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pushed the plunger. He was really skinny and sickley looking. Mr. Jackson just led me past these people into a back bedroom. There were two black men in there sitting on a dirty bed, passing a glass pipe between them. The larger of the two stood up and leered at me. "Dis the Jesus boy? Damn....mighty fine piece of white boy pussy!" He said handing Mr. Jackson a bag of powder. "His cunt nice and stretched?" "It needs a lot more stretching!" Mr. Jackson laughed pushing me face down onto the bed. "But it's got a good start!" With that he grabbed the huge plug in my ass and ripped it out hard. I howled as a new burning tore through my body yet I felt oddly empty. I wouldn't have to wait. Almost immediately a cock almost as huge as the plug slid deep up into me. My poor ass had no choice but to take him. The other guy held the pipe up to my mouth and told me to suck. Without hesitation I put my lips around it and inhaled my first ever hit. He made me hit it several times while the big guy kept fucking me. When the pipe was empty, he grabbed my thighs and started to pound me as hard as he could. His cock curved upward and relentlessly rammed a spot deep inside me that set me on fire. Soon I was moaning and grunting like a true whore, begging for it harder and harder. He gave me all he had, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, bending my body while he pummeled me. "Damn nice pussy! You found a good one here! It's almost a shame he's going to eventually be a worthless used up cumdump! Take it you little whore! You ain't nothin but a little meth whore! Take my cum you faggot!" He buried himself balls deep and unloaded his seed far into my guts. I just panted and moaned as I felt his cock throb. After he pulled out the other guy stuck his cock in me. He wasn't as big, but I didn't care. I just wanted him in me, fucking me, using my pussy as a cumdump. He rode me for a while before he too shot his load in my hungry pussy. When the men had finished, Mr. Jackson just pulled me off the bed and pushed me into the living room, past the boy in the corner and the passed out woman on the couch. The guy that had fucked her was long gone. "That will be you one day, Jesus boy. A fucked up, passed out hole for anyone to dump in." I shuddered a bit at the thought, as my dick got hard at the thought. Mr. Jackson just pushed me out the door and into the truck cab, pushing me onto the floor. I just lay there, my ass dripping fresh cum as we drove off to our next stop.

I received a call from the first one we breed and he is now POZ. It took 5 week for seed to do it’s work.

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/BAD-SEED-IN-MY-JUICY-ASS-27982311 "I'm gonna poz your fucking hole" "you want the AIDS dick" "spreading my fucking AIDS"

i had sex with this guy today right after school, hes so sexy. he is a young married dad with a great cock. i found him on craigslist and i know its bad, but we exchanged like only 2 emails before he came over and fucked me. his cum is still inside me.

Cathedral City Boys Club or CCBC is always good for bb fun. I never had a dull day there in tje weekends. Usually a lot of older crowd during weekdays.They also have a lot of rooms and options to play. All World or any of the warm sands resorts are also popular.

This past Saturday. Set up a party at Steamworks Chicago. Got a lot of request. Few showed up tho. Typical. But got a room, in the middle of a side hallway- worst location. Got undressed, douched, and lubed up. Opened my door with me laying on my stomach and ass up ready for any cock. 3 minutes later I have a cock in my face with a guy telling me to get it ready for my ass. I start giving him head while he fingers my hole. After a few minutes he starts to spit on my hole. He tries to fuck me but can't, I'm still not loosened up yet and he was thick. Tells me he'll be back later once I'm loose and have cum for lube. 10 minutes later amother guy comes in. He puts a condom on. And starts fucking me. Then forces me to go doggy. I didn't notice that he took off the condom when we changed positions. A few minutes later he pulls out and shoots all over the floor. Being a good cum slut, I like his load up from the floor once he leaves. Next load comes from a fit 30 something hung black guy. Asks if he can join my party. I ask if he has a huge load for me. Apparently he did as he was in me in 2 seconds. High on poppers I hear him say get ready to get flooded. And he shoots his load in me. He pulls out and I can fill it starting to drop out. As soon as he leaves another bbc comes in and starts fucking me. Adds his load to the first. Finally the first guy comes back. Fucked me for 10 minutes while I kept sniffing poppers the every 2. He left w.o giving me his load saying I wasn't ready for it. Took my last load on the fuck bench on the third floor. Wish I had more cum in me when I left.

Part 2 Donal’s hands were soon pawing my chest…his hard body was now pressed completely up against me. His crotch was pressed hard into mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing against his pants. “Just one other thing….” He whispered in my ear “my wife doesn’t want kids and refuses to go on birth control so she always makes me wear 2 rubbers when I fuck her. I want to fuck you with no condom. I want to cum inside you……….” I didn’t get a chance to answer as his tongue was once again down my throat. His hands started to head for my pants – roughly grabbing at my now erect cock…pawing at my butt cheeks. He quickly spun me around and with one motion pulled down my pants and pushed me back up against the wall. The hard bulge in his jeans now pressed firmly up against my butt crack. His hot breath was now panting against my neck. I could feel him slowly shuck off his pants and then feel the head of his cock now pressed firmly against my hole . “You are going to need lube!” I protested “Fuck lube! I’m just going to use spit” and with that I felt a glob or warm liquid running down my butt crack and into my hole. I could feel him work the spit with cock head, slowy working his way into my ass, the sound of him releasing more spit, I assume onto his shaft. He grabbed my hips and then quickly thrust his rock hard cock into me. “Fuck man!” I yelped! “Take it slow!” “Sorry – but Im so fucking horny!” He immediately started pounding my hole – his cock was rock hard and very thick – stretching my hole wide. He panted and thrusted hard – deep and hard – my ass was in shock! After a minute or so he found his rhythm and pounded me relentelessly. “Damn, dude, your ass feels so fucking good!! So hot around my cock – damn!” His pounding was now merciless – I just bent over and took it. This hot cock deep in my ass. Hot raw sensations between the 2 of us. “Fuck – I’m gonna cum!!!” I could hear his breathing quicken as his cock hardened and then with a loud grunt and a hard deep thrust he shot his hot load into my guts. I could feel his cum spurting into me – filling me. A few more thrusts and he slumped over my shoulder “Fuck that was hot – so fucking hot!” “Yeah” I panted. I could feel his cock slowly softening onside me and he started to withdraw. Once he was out I quickly turned around and cleaned off his cock. “Whoa, man – I’ve never has someone do that before “ he said. I looked up at him – his now soft cock in my mouth, and smiled. Once his cock was clean, I stood up and looked into his eyes “Donal, you have fucked a man before haven’t you?” His sheepish grin gave him away “ Only 2 others – a long time ago” I pulled up my pants and he did the same. We went to the lounge and sat on the couch. Both totally exhausted. To my surprise, he put his arm around me and pulled me in closer – my head now resting on his hard chest. “I haven’t felt this good or this relaxed in ages” he said. “And I haven’t been fucked like THAT in ages, either!” I laughed

HOT DUDE OF MY DREAMS I have been chatting with this guy on Grindr everytime I am in his city. We have been unable to hook up and therefore my frustrations have been growing. Luckily last time we had a chance. It is a quick fuck but that is becajse my ass felt so good ! http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Hot-Dude-of-My-Dreams-27961981

Moderator's Note: This was posted twice and I merged the threads. I would have deleted the copy, but I didn't want to cheat pervinmt out of all the likes this post got.

I'm straight. Though I've had my share of cock and ass too. I've had cum in my ass and cum down my throat. The hottest fucks I've ever had were with poz guys. I've loaded up several, and I I've knowingly let at least 6 poz tops fuck me bareback, though I don't think any of them shot inside me. And who knows how many raw cocks have fucked me in bath houses... But to the best of my knowledge, I'm neg. But I don't really know because I've never been tested. So much barebacking with guys AND girls, but yet I still consider myself to be neg. Because I haven't been fucked in over 6 years and I've barebacked with every girl I've been with in those years. But none of them have turned up poz. So I think I'm neg, but then again, ya never know.... And what I feel is the truth, is that I'd prefer to stay neg. Just seems like the smart thing to do. But why is it that I can't stop thinking about giving myself over to some random POZ top who loads me up with his bug filled seed? I try to be good. I really do. I've somehow managed to not get fucked for so long. I've come close three times, all with poz tops. But just my luck, good or bad, each time the top wouldn't fuck me because I told him I am neg. I absolutely ache to feel a hard raw cock slide inside me, knowing the guy is HIV positive. I want to feel fear and lust all in one heartbeat. And I want to feel him go past the point of no return and flood my guts with his poz babies. I need to man the fuck up and just do it already. But until then, I devour the stories on here. And the thing is, I am to the point where only poz conversion stories get me off. The General stories don't even get me hard anymore. I only want to read about a neg guy having his life changed by the cum of an HIV infected man. I actually look forward to the time when I sit down at the keyboard and write for you, the story of my conversion, whether by intentionally accepting a poz load, or getting stealthed. Either way I will share it with my new brotherhood. But until then, I'll read your stories. And continue aching.

Hell yeah! Hot dude. Look forward to reading your conversion story soon.

What a bizarre marketing strategy. You know, when I want to watch a porn movie for my homophobic verbal degradation fetish, the best studio for that would be TIM. Nobody say "faggot" more than them... So I don't get how they expect people to buy this bullshit dichotomy they are proposing, that somehow TIM is for proud gay men while everything else is made by gayforpayers. If I wanted to see weird pseudo-pro-gay porn of a studio that writes manifestos claiming to be "out and proud", I would check Cockyboys. TIM has always been the studio that makes gay sex equal to dirty, unsafe and humiliating sex. That's what their Studio do better, and it's great. What they are claiming in the manifesto it's absolutely the contrary of their scenes. I mean, look at the description of scene 2 from this exact movie they are promoting: "This was shot when MARK DAVIS first walked into TIM. There’s no hunger for dick as powerful as that felt by a married guy who’s tried staying straight for his wife. MARK’s history is especially rich -- his wife cuckolded him with a mega-hung lover. Then, for her own amusement, she had the lover butt-fuck MARK. That’s how MARK got pozzed and learned that his soul belonged to the realms of mansex. See this proto-faggot submissive cuckold male transformed before your eyes into a wallowing, wailing, wanton slut" So, a guy was straight, but then he got cuckolded and his wife made her lover fuck him. He got HIV, as a result of getting seroconverted (or maybe just as a result of getting fucked, it's ambiguous) he became gay, and now find it difficult to resist being a "slut". This is not a studio for people who like porn that transmits a message of reassurance against homophobia. Much by the contrary. This scene message is: same-sex attraction is closely tied to being humiliated, gay (only bottoms or gays in general) are a failed sub-achievement of normal heterosexual real masculinity, getting subdoed will make you gay. BTW, I just want to make it clear that I don't believe it is wrong to like this type of porn or have fantasies of this type (I do, in fact). But I believe it's important to understand the difference between fantasies and reality. There's nothing wrong with liking porn with homophobic content, but we need to know that on an intelectual level. TIM does not have a pro-gay message.

I enjoy anonymous scenes with a hot hungry hole presentment. Have had some very enjoyable times over the years with hotel cumpigs! Once had a buddy who would visit and I would always breed him multiple times using other dude's cum as my lube. He had a sweet, furry, addictive hole! Loved seeding him.

(PART 2) The cool air cut through my skin as I stepped outside. The moon’s white light splashed on everything. I began to walk towards the field quickly before the drill sarge catches me outside the barracks practically naked. I find my water bottle sitting next to a blue truck. When I approached it I felt a chill shoot across my spine. Goosebumps over my arms and shoulders appear. I bent down and reached for my canteen and quickly turned around to head back when I ran straight into what I thought was a wall. Shocked, I looked up to find out that it wasn’t a wall I hit, it was Vince! He effectively cornered me by the blue truck. I took a step back until I finally realized what I was doing. Refusing his body language, I stood my ground and gave him an angry stare. “Why are you sneaking up on me?” I asked firmly, but his response wasn’t one I expected. I watched his eyes run down my body. I was scared and my resistance dwindling I could only stare into his dark complexion and whisper, “What do you want…” My voice sounded so weak, the truck had an imprint of my body at this point from me being pressed so long against it trying desperately not to let him overwhelm me. Without a word he was on me instantly. His large arms reaching over my hips. I couldn’t fight back, the swiftness and suddenness of his moves had shocked me to the same stillness of a statue. I felt his dick poke against me through his boxers. He lifted his head up to stare at me briefly, before bending it back down to lean in and kiss me. He lifted me up with ease so that our hips would grind together, making me gasp at the incredible power and feel of his dick grinding against mines. I could feel his greedy hands slide under my jockstrap, his hungry fingers exploring my ass. He gripped one check so hard it made me wince in pain. My mind didn’t like it but my body responded with pure lust. I can feel my cock swell up from his immense power. “You like that, huh” he whispered in my ear. I melted at the feel of his mouth on my neck, his erection pressing against my stomach. I could feel my blood pumping through my veins in the freezing cold, flooding away logic and reasoning. With an impatient grunt he seized me, turned my body around, and aggressively held me down over the hood of the truck. He kneeled down and eagerly spread my ass cheeks apart exposing my bright pink tight hole. He looked at it as it flinched in the night air. “Fuck boy this ass needs a breeding, it’s too tight” he said as he proceeded to penetrate your hole with his tongue. I felt the warm wetness and it sends you into a frenzy. A soft moan escapes my mouth, and I could see that it had struck a cord in him. He spat into my hole and licked it up immediately while trying viciously to ram his tongue down my hole. I whimpered at the sensation of his hand running over my most sensitive spot. I feeling was so evocative that I moaned his name softly. That annoyed look returned to his face, those bushy eye brows and serious eyes gazed down at me before looking down to the position of his cockhead against my hole. Suddenly, my fear had gotten the best of me and I looked up at him “Please don’t it….” I pleaded with him softly but my words fell on deaf ears as I felt his cock press against the resistant entrance of my ass. “Shut the fuck up you’ll alert everyone!” he whispered at me with a furious voice that could move waters. His hand gripping the base of his erect cock guiding it into my tight pink hole that was wet with saliva. I squeezed my ass, and he could tell I was doing it. I felt a loud smack descend on my ass. “Loosen it up boy.” The pain from the smack made me release and I could feel his cockhead pop right into me. It was unbearable. Burning pain split into me and set every nerve on my body on fire. “Please no!” I pleaded, he wrapped his hand around my mouth muffling my sound. My squirming and discomfort left a smirk on his face. I soon began to realize that he was going to have his way regardless. His gaze revolving around from pained expression to his cock plowing into me over and over again. I could feel the tears welt up in my eyes, rolling down the sides of my face as he used me. I watched helplessly as he gratified himself. “Fuck yeah boy” he grunted. I glanced around to my side and watched as his hips thrust violently, crushing my cheeks turning them beet red. “It’s too deep!” my sound was muffled by his hand around my mouth. I can feel beads of sweat drop down on my back from his labored muscles, each stroke brought a wave of pain and pleasure through my body as he forced himself inside. Abruptly, he grabbed the back of my head and brought his mouth down to mine, kissing me passionately. I could feel his hands everywhere. “Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Vince said while savagely slamming into me. I whimpered, though I couldn’t deny that a piece of me wanted his load in me. From the look on his face, he knew it as well. “Fuck!” He said violently under his breath as you felt the first load shoot down your ass. I could feel his cock throbbing, pumping seed deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me. For a few minutes we laid there confused, sweaty, interlaced heaving as the last waves of pleasure subsided.

I agree, the Sanctuary would be a great locale for a Cumunion party.

Chapter 4: Going All The Way I fumbled with my belt. Oh god. I was out of control again. I unfastened my trousers and tossed them aside. With only a second of hesitation, my white shirt and underwear followed. I was naked in front of him. Only now did he remove his own jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear so his shlong hung partly erect. He turned me around to face the counter and stepped up behind me. “I have a condom in my jacket.” I said. "Never use them" he growled in my ear. His cock was pressed against my ass. "I'm negative" I said although I didn't move to try to stop him. "I'm not." He cock now sliding into my crack. "And you knew that yesterday.. Tell me it didn’t turn you on.” The tip of his big dick touched my rosebud and I moaned. I flexed my back to line him up with my hole. "Tell me you want it" I could feel my last chance to stop this was slipping away. But I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. "Yes. I want it." I moaned. "Beg." He was right. I was - I am - just a slut to be used. I surrendered… my lust had won. I was going to cheat on my husband for the second time in two days and I didn't even know this guys name. ”Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I need you inside me.” His hand was on my back, pressing down and bending me over against the counter. He pushed against my hole but my body tightened up against his thick eight inches. My hands found the lube bottle and I reached back to apply more. He slapped my hands away. "I told you to be lubed up and ready. What you have there will have to do." It had been years since my ass had anything but my husbands prick in me and this was so much bigger. He was determined to get inside me, however, and I was determined as well. Finally, like my throat the day before, my manhole remembered how to take a dick and his head slipped inside. I grunted in pain, glad for the empty hallways around the bathroom. He was so thick and I could feel my assring stretched tight around him. It was like losing my virginity again. My dick had gone softer with the pain. He pushed again and an inch of his shaft followed the cockhead. He wasn't gentle. This was a fuck, not "making love". I was a hole to be used for his pleasure. And it was the most amazing sex I’d felt in years. Despite the pain, I pushed back into his thrusts, eager to feel him balls deep inside me. Another inch, then another…. half of his eight inch dick was inside me. He was hitting my prostate and I was swept away on waves of pleasure. He was merciless in his insistence on getting his dick in deep. He still had one hand on my back, keeping me bent over the counter, and another on my right hip to pull me back into his thrusts. “God your hole is so tight.” The deep rumble of his voice made my ass clench tight around him. All the skills that had lay dormant for so long we're coming back to me now as I relaxed a little to let him thrust deeper, then tightening as he pulled back. He was hitting part of me that my husband never did. I pushed thoughts of Thomas aside. It felt too good to be bothered with guilt right now. My dick, was getting hard again. This uncut cock was hitting that part of me that had been neglected for so long. Finally, after several more minutes of thrusting, I felt his stomach against my back and his balls resting against my ass. He was completely inside me. I clenched my hole tight around his shaft and was rewarded with a pleased moan escaping from him. He was slamming his dick into me now. And I was meeting every thrust. He had both hands on my hips to hold me in place. My ass was stretched and sore but I didn’t want the feelings to stop. I’m not sure how long we were there. It felt like forever and it felt like no time at all. Everything forgotten but the sensation of being truly fucked. We were both panting and the sound echoed in the room. “Here it comes, boy. I’m going to breed your ass.” “Yeah, give it to me! Give me your load… shoot that POZ load inside me.” I felt him tense up, his grip on my hips tighten, his dick swelling even more inside me. He slammed in deep one final time. He groaned as he reached his peak. His throbbing manhood shooting in my ass again and again. Damn this man could produce cum. Finally, his grip on my hips relaxed and I could hear him breathing heavily above me. He didn’t pull out. His dick was still hard and he began to slowly thrust again. He hit my prostate. Again. And again. I spasmed. My hole clenched tight. My own load shoot all over the edge of the counter. He slapped my ass hard and I felt him shoot again inside me. His dick was so thick I could feel every pulse and every wave. It took him a minute to catch his breath and he slowly pulled out of my ass. His cream - his HIV infected cream - was dripping and running down my leg. I’m not kidding… this guy produced enough cum for two or three men. He slapped my ass again with a chuckle and easily slid his finger into my hole. “Not so tight anymore.” I was barely aware when he pulled me off the countered, pushed me to my knees, and stuck his dick in my mouth. “Clean me up.” I obediently sucked and licked his dick. I could taste my own ass juices as my tongue caressed his shaft, as it slid under his foreskin. I licked the cum from his pubes and thighs, savouring each tasty drop. When he was finally content, he pushed me roughly away. As he pulled his pants back on and tucked his soft dick back into his jeans, I turned to the counter and licked up my own spooge. He laughed behind me but I didn’t care. I was in heaven, absolute heaven. He slipped on his shirt and opened the door to leave. I looked up and called after him, my voice pleading. “Same time on Monday?” “And what about your husband?” The mockery, even contempt, in his voice was palpable. “I thought “I don’t… uh…” I stammered. “I mean… no one has ever made me feel that good.” He shrugged. “You don’t understand, do you? I’ve had you…. I’m done with you now. On to something new.” “Please… I need to feel you in me again.” You ‘married’ men are all the same. You pretend to be so devoted but bend over for dick the first chance you get.” His smile was malicious. “I’ll tell you what. Be here every day next week, same time, and I’ll make sure you get some dick.” He gestured at the middle stall. “Be in there. Anyone that comes in here was sent by me. You will suck them, you will let them fuck you… whatever they want.” He waited until I nodded acceptance. “If everyone I send is pleased, I will fuck you again.” The door closed behind him leaving me alone, still naked, still on my knees in the men’s room. We both knew that I would be here and do whatever I had to.

By the way, this is the picture I had on my desktop when I introduced Dylan. Pretty fuckin cute, huh?

PART 5 We walked into the sling room, and Grant closed the door. His uncut cock looked to be about 9.5” by 7”, dripping like a broken faucet and sporting a mean hole-wrecker of a P.A. “I’m Sloan,” I said, shaking Grant’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Sloan. And who’s the boy?” “He’s my lil’ bro, a slampig-in-training. One week past his 18th birthday, practically a virgin, and all partied up for the first time. He’s your fuckhole for the night, so call him whatever you want. His name’s not important.” Grant growled approval, then turned to Conrad. “Hey, son. Sounds like your big bro's been taking good care of you, huh?” “Yes, sir,” Conrad replied. “Yeah, boy? Tell me what your bro’s been doing for you.” “Well, sir—he’s making a man out of me,” said Conrad. “Before this, I’d only fucked around with other boys. Tonight is the first time I’ve surrendered my body, my hole—everything—to the control of a man who wants to mark me, own me, use me. And best of all, I can still feel his thick cumload dripping out of my hole.” “Is that so, boy?” Grant reached around to Conrad’s ass, pulling the boy closer to him. I heard his fingers dip into the warmth and wetness of that slopped-up boyhole. He gave another growl of appreciation. “Admit it, boy: you were looking for somebody to pin you down and fill your hungry little musclebutt with raw dick.” “That’s right, sir,” said Conrad. “My big bro knew what to do. He fed me white smoke from a little glass pipe. He just kept feeding me that smoke, and every time I exhaled a big breath full of clouds, I got hungrier. I didn’t think it was possible to feel that hungry, but that’s what I was—so fucking hungry for my big bro’s dick. I couldn't believe how amazing it felt when his bareback cock shoved into my fuckhole.” “Good boy,” said Grant, his hands slowly kneading the muscles of Conrad’s bubble butt. “And now that you’ve got a thick load of your big bro’s poz cum oozing of out your partied-up hole, are you still hungry?” “Even hungrier. Please give me more. Please poz me, Daddy.” Grant growled, pointing at the sling. “Climb up, boy.” As Conrad walked to the sling, Grant turned to me. “Nice work, son.” “Thanks, Dad.” I opened up my playkit, revealing a row of prepared points. “Would you like to do the honors? I think it’s time we got our boy slammed out of his fuckin’ mind.” “Fuck yeah -- but I've got an idea,” said Grant. “Whenever I slam, I shoot a big load of cum as soon as the tourniquet comes off my arm. Why let that load go to waste? I’ll push my dick up inside our boy’s hole, then slam myself at the same time you’re slamming him. That way, he’ll be riding his very first rush at the exact same moment my cock is shooting thick ropes of unmedicated poz cum deep inside his little fuckhole. Got it?” “Fuck, Dad—that’s fuckin’ perfect. And then what?” “And then I use my seed as lube. You know—fuck my slutty son for awhile, just working that toxic load up inside him, getting him good and pregnant. Watching his sweet little face as he takes my fat poz dick into his slammed-up hole. I usually shoot my second load after 10 or 15 minutes of massaging that first round of cum into a boy’s fuckin’ pussy. I like to leave their insides torn-up and painted thick with my fuckin’ virus by the time I pull out.” “Fuckin’ A, you evil fucker. Let's fuck this boy into the dark side.” With that, we turned toward Conrad. His feet were firmly in the stirrups, his muscular legs spread wide, his 18-year-old boyhole proudly exposed for breeding. Jason was already applying a tourniquet. I took a syringe out of my playkit and handed it to Grant, then grabbed another for Conrad. Jason cocked his head and pointed at the playkit. “How big are those hits, anyway?” “Oh—big enough,” I said with a smirk. Jason flashed an evil grin. “Fuck yeah, dude. You startin’ him with—what? A .35?” “More like a 0.4,” I said. “But before that happens, this particular needle needs to make a little detour.” I immediately found a vein in my forearm, inserted the tip, and pulled back the plunger. A scarlet swirl of my blood began filling the rig. Removing the needle from my arm, I aimed it at Conrad’s bulging veins. “You see this, boy?” I said to him, tapping the side of the needle, its contents now contaminated with red streaks of my toxic blood. “This is how we guarantee that you go home tomorrow with my virus growing inside you. Got it?” Conrad smiled and nodded, holding out his arm eagerly. “Fuck yeah—we’ll be blood brothers,” he said. “Make me your blood brother. Please.” “Of course, bro. I’m so fuckin’ proud to bring you into the brotherhood.” Needle in hand, I leaned over to admire his beautiful veins. I picked one almost at random; his time at the gym had given him a forearm full of perfect admin sites. “See bro—the tip of this needle has my poz DNA all over it,” I said. "Want it?" "Fuck yeah. Please. Stick that poz needle in me." I gave him a quick smile, then gently slid the contaminated point into his arm. “Are you ready to watch my virus invade your fuckin’ bloodstream?” He nodded as if in a trance. I drew back the plunger, and Conrad’s blood rushed into the syringe to mix with mine. I looked behind me to see that Grant, too, had a register, and that his Daddy dick was already firmly lodged in my lil' bro's hole. Turning back to Conrad, I loosened his tourniquet and flashed a wolfish little grin. “You ready, baby boy? You ready for this fat fuckin’ blood-slam?” “Yes. Do it, bro. Please.” “You’re gonna be so goddamn fucked up. I can’t wait, lil’ bro.” With that, Daddy and I looked at each other and nodded. Then we counted down: 3, 2, 1... Push. The contents of the syringe began disappearing into Conrad’s vein, slowly and steadily, while the crimson mixture of our poz and neg blood gradually merged with his bloodstream. I felt his body begin to tense as the first wave of the drug started to hit. And as I pulled the needle out of his vein, his eyes grew wide and his lungs made a scratching noise as he prepared to cough. Grant finished his slam just as Conrad’s coughing fit began. Each cough caused my lil' bro's ass to spasm around Grant's dick, and that took our Daddy over the edge: as he yelled "Fuckin' take my virus" over and over again, his fat cock pulsed repeatedly inside my lil’ bro’s stretched-out cunt, each pulse sending waves of poz cum deep inside my boy's newly slammed-up fuckhole. A moment later, Grant pulled his cock from Conrad’s hungry butt, giving both of us a glimpse of the thick spout of cum erupting from his fat mushroom head. “You wanna get pregnant, son? ‘Cuz I wanna knock your ass up.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wanna give your fuckin’ poz sperm a place to grow.” Grant shoved back in. As his raw dick re-entered Conrad's hole, I watched my lil' bro undergo my favorite transformation: No longer struggling to catch his breath, no longer freaked out by the intensity of the slam, his eyes gradually lost their focus, overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his fuckhole. His mouth dropped open, and he let out a low, slow moan. As I watched, his body seemed to become an extension of his wrecked and dripping fuckhole—open and hungry and obsessed. “Feel that cum dripping out of your hole?” Grant said to him as he continued to nail Conrad's butt. “I’m filling you up with the fuckin’ sperm that made you, boy.” By that point, Conrad’s hole was leaking a steady stream of cum mixed with streaks of blood from Grant’s assault on his torn-up cunt. “Dad’s drawing blood,” I said, pointing to the evidence of internal damage. Grant let out a cocky little laugh. “Looks like you’re starting to bleed from your wrecked little cunt, boy. Want me to stop?” My lil’ bro shook his head fiercely, his eyes insane with desire. “Please don’t stop tearing me up, Daddy,” he said. “More poz cum, please.” “Good boy,” replied Grant. “Good fuckin’ slampig. You make your Daddy so fuckin’ proud. And you know what’s gonna happen a little later?” “What’s that, Daddy?” “We’re gonna slam you up again, and your hole’s gonna stretch like you wouldn’t believe. That’s right, boy—it’s gonna stretch until it’s a gaping, bloody punch-hole dripping cum and piss and Crisco. You want that?” “I want everything you want to give me, Daddy.” “Good boy. The next slam will reduce you to nothing but a hole. You won’t even know your fuckin’ name, boy. But that’s OK. When your sweet boyhole is stretched around my fuckin’ forearm, nobody will be calling you Conrad. They’ll give you a new name. My favorite name.” “What’s that, Daddy? What’s your favorite name?” “Slampig,” Grant replied, driving his dick deep. “And you know what, Slampig? I’m here to make sure that my son will never shoot a neg load again.” MORE SOON…

Part Four Cody sent a called Paul after the student trainer left and told Paul what he had done to the kid. Paul was excited to hear about Cody’s conquest and promised him “There are more neg asses out there to be pozzed.” Paul’s comments got Cody rock hard and he told Paul “I want to jerk off while we’re on the phone.” Paul urged him “Save your poz seed for the weekend.” Cody let Paul know “It will be a challenge but I’ll do my best. Today was the first time I came in nearly a month.” Paul chuckled as Cody let him know “I never cum during the state tournament so that he can channel his sexual energy into his wrestling.” Paul assured Cody “We’re going to celebrate your championship and pozzing you first neg ass this weekend.” Cody told Paul “I am looking forward to this weekend.” Paul let Cody know “I’m going to take off work on Friday to set up for the weekend’s festivities. Your welcome to come over anytime that day.” The rest of the week the student trainer kept bugging Cody to fuck him while Cody attempted to save his seed. Luckily Cody was able to avoid the student trainer most of the week as the weekend was quickly approaching. Cody informed his parents “I’m going to celebrate my state championship with a few friends this weekend.” His father told him “OK, but be careful not to do anything stupid, and if you drink alcohol, don’t drive.” Cody assured his parents “We’re not going to do any drinking of alcohol.” He was sure to omit the fact that he planned on pnping. When Friday came Cody had a few things he would need for the weekend in his back pack. When school was over he headed to Paul’s place. He was amazed at how Paul had set up for the weekend. He rearranged the furniture and placed a sling in the living room right beneath the ceiling fan. He had the sofa bed set up with plastic sheet. There was a fuck/fisting bench and a St. Andrew cross. Cody was excited to try it all. Once everything was arranged Paul gave Cody a couple blue pills. “This is Viagra and should help you get hard when you slam. If this doesn’t work I’ve got some Caverject that will definitely work. I want to feel that cock of yours inside me.” Cody smiled and the two kissed and then swallowed their Viagra’s. They resumed kissing as the Viagra when to work. Once they were both naked Paul pulled out the party supplies and showed Cody how to prepare and administer his own point. Cody was already hard when the points were ready. The two decided to slam together as they kissed and applied the tourniquet’s to each other arms. Paul made sure that Cody had hit a vein just before he hit his own. Once both points were emptied they kissed as they pulled each other’s tourniquets off. They coughed through their kiss as Paul grabbed Cody’s hard cock and pulled him down on top of himself. Cody’s cock was quickly lubed up and inside Paul’s hole. Cody pumped away and with his rush (and since he hadn’t cum since he fuck the student trainer on Monday) he shot his load inside Paul. Paul told Cody “This is just the beginning of the weekend.”

Part Three After the tournament Cody was on cloud nine. He was state champion and about to celebrate with the stud who introduced him to pnp. On Monday Cody sent Paul a text asking him if he was HIV+. Paul sent a one word answer, ‘YES’. Cody wasn’t shocked or surprised. He never asked Paul his status and he barely remembers Paul using the same needle on himself that he had used for the slam. Cody replied with a one word response, ‘Thanks!’. Cody had a devilish thought pop into his head. He was going to get that cute student trainer he swapped blow jobs with and poz his ass! After school Monday Cody had to turn in his uniform and warm ups to his coach. He saw the student trainer there which seemed a little odd since he didn’t have to be there since wrestling was over. After he turned in his gear he casually walked over to the student trainer and asked “What are you doing this afternoon since wrestling is over?” The kid replied “I have nothing planned, what did you have in mind?” Cody let him know “My parents won’t be home till after 6 if he’d like to come over and hang.” The kid just smiled and followed Cody out of the locker room. When they got to Cody’s house they went straight to his room. The kid thought that they were going to swap blow jobs when Cody kissed him. At first the kid resisted but Cody was relentless as the kid became more accepting. Cody knew that with his charm he’ll be inside this guy’s ass breeding him with his poz seed. They each stripped as they kissed and soon were naked and in 69 on Cody’s bed. Cody quickly began to rim the student trainer’s ass. Cody had him moaning as he worked his tongue inside the kid’s virgin ass. The kid was experiencing something new that he knew he liked. He was so turned on he couldn’t keep Cody’s cock in his mouth. Cody moved so that he was able to work on the kid’s ass easily. He had the kid on his belly as he continued to lick. Cody’s plan was working beautifully. While he rimmed away he was able to grab his jerk off lube and work it into his cock. Soon he knew his prey was ready for the next step as he began to finger and lube his hole. He knew to hit his prostate and again had him moaning. Once his prey was ready he began to kiss up his back as he made sure to be between his legs. When Cody reached the kid’s head he got the kid to turn his head so that they could share a kiss. Cody began to work his 7 1/2 inch cock into the kid’s tight hole. Cody was gentle as possible but the kid still complained. Cody eased his way inside and slowly was balls deep. His prey grew accustom to the penetration as Cody kissed the back of his neck and before they shared a deep kiss. Cody asked his friend “Are you ready?” The kid simply nodded yes. Cody slowly began to withdraw his cock then slowly go back inside. His prey began to moan as Cody began to fuck an ass for the first time. Cody hadn’t cum in over three weeks and knew he’d not only cum quickly, but he’d blow a huge, poz load inside his friend’s ass. The thought of pozzing this kid had him so turned on that he was reaching his orgasm quickly. Before either one knew what was happening Cody unloaded. The kid wasn’t at all surprised or worried that Cody had just cum inside him. All he knew was that he enjoyed the fuck and hoped to get it from Cody again. After Cody pulled out of his friend’s ass and they both got up they noticed that the kid shot his load all over Cody’s comforter. Cody commented, “Bro, I fucked the cum right out of you!” The kid replied, “I really enjoyed you fucking me. It felt amazing and when I shot my load I felt even better.” Cody let the kid know, “I hope you’ll want to do this again because I liked fucking you.” This brought a smile to the student trainer’s face as the two kissed again. They both cleaned up and Cody escorted his guest to the door. They said goodbye and Cody wondered how many loads it would take to poz his ass.

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…