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Took aday off work today,drove to sauna in Birmingham, love the darkroom that it offers,kinda sleezy and always smells of sex.. pretty quiet to start with. Later got busy and quite a few guys in the room jyst feeling each othervetc, i bent over to suck this big dick and felt my arse being fingered, i carried on sucking and then a cock was sliding in my hole and it felt fucking great, the dark, the scent of sweaty men the aroma of poppers and spunk it was awesome, i was in my element, guys were just presenting their dicks at my mouth and I was sucking them whilst getting my arse fucked, i felt the guy fucking me cum deep in me, pull out and another enter me, i never saw faces just felt bodies and cock in me, this continued for ages, cock after cock was sliding inside me, i had to bend over the leather bench in the corner must have taken about 8 loads, i went for a drink and food and sat in dining place with a towel on, when i got up the towel was wet with cum as was the seat. I went back downstairs and took 3 more loads up my arse, showered and drove home towel under my seat as my pants was dripping cum. Great day.

I was visiting Montreal for the first time and I found a charming guesthouse on AirBNB. It’s behind the home of a gay couple named Frank and Samuel. Frank is a college history professor and looks the part with salt and pepper hair, a masculine bushy mustache and fit runner’s body. His partner Samuel is a contractor, African-American, big and beefy from years of manual labor and a commitment to weight training. It is obvious they were still very much in love. My plan for the week was to see the sights, decompress from several stressful months at work and check out the local scene. I didn't really have much of an agenda - apart from relaxing and having a good time. My first night in town, I went to bed early because I was utterly spent from traveling. The next morning, I joined Frank on the patio for some coffee and breakfast. He asks me about my life back in California, what I hope to see in the city, typical small talk and then our of nowhere, as I was rinsing my coffee cup in the sink, he asked “So how many loads are you hoping to take this trip?” “Excuse me?” I managed to spurt-out. “I think you heard me,” he replied with a laugh. “Look, when you got in last night, I saw that you logged on to Scruff, so I took a chance that you might have the same screen name on BBRT. From the moment you first walked in here, something told me you were a barebacker…and sure, enough, there you were: the same basic stats, a hot body shot, obviously taken in the same room as the Scruff face shot. And I really like that you’re a four quadrant fucker.” “I’m so embarrassed,” I managed to reply. “Don’t be,” he said, spreading his legs a bit on the chair so his fat cockhead appears below the hem of his nylon running shorts. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” “What’s a four quadrant fucker?” I asked. “On BBRT, take loads oral, give loads oral, take loads anal, give loads anal,” he explained. “You were yes, yes, yes and yes. A four quadrant fucker.” “I like sharing things,” I replied with a smile. “Well, Samuel and I have a rule,” he explains, taking on a stern tone. “No one who stays with us is allowed to have strange men come over to breed them.” “I wasn’t planning—“ I stammered. “…unless we breed our guest first,” finished Frank. “When were you thinking this would happen?” I say, stroking my rock hard cock in my sweats, my pre-cum already leaking like crazy. “I’ve signed up for a city bus tour in two hours but I can cancel it. I think I’m more in the mood to take seed than take a tour.” “No reason you can’t do both,” says Frank. “I love the idea of the hot American riding around on a bus tour with a bunch of tourists with my cumload marinating in his ass, strangers smelling it but not knowing what it is, you being freaked out the whole time because you’re afraid it’s going to leak out and everyone will know what a cumwhore you are.” Frank picks up his cell phone and Facetimes with his lover Samuel who’s on a job site. “Hey, babe, any chance you can take your lunch early? We were right about Randy, total cumtaker. And he wants to milk a load out of you as soon as possible to get his trip started right.” “I can be there in fifteen minutes,” says Samuel. “Don’t anybody blow before I get there.” “Samuel loves to watch men cum,” Frank explains to me. “Who doesn’t?” I say. “Even if I don’t see the actual load because it’s going inside,” says Samuel. “I love to watch the balls contract and the shudder go through the fucker’s body. Fuck, my dick is already throbbing. Check it out.” Frank turns his phone to me so I can see the screen. Samuel smiles to the camera then tilts the camera down to his crotch and pulls his massive hard-on out of his shorts. Jesus, it’s huge. “Look what’s heading your way, boy,” he teases. Samuel happens to be holding a hammer in his other hand and his fuckstick is twice as thick as the hammer and almost as long. “Holy shit,” I say, my hole twitching at the sight of it. “Screw in a few,” says Samuel. I head to my bathroom to clean out and when I come back, Frank is writing on a dry erase board by the refrigerator. “Remind me again how many days you’re here, Randy?” “Counting today, seven,” I say, curious as to where this is going. “How many loads do you want to take and give before you go back to the states?” “I don’t know,” I say. “Well, the last cumwhore who stayed here took 15 in a weekend and still managed to see the city. He’s not half as hot as you, and he was strictly a bottom. You like to give loads, too, so let’s shoot for 25,” says Frank before writing RANDY’S LOAD COUNT on the board. “We only count it if you take sperm up your ass or if you cum up their ass. And we go by the honor system so we’ll take your word for it.” “Holy shit,” I say, turned on by the challenge laid before me. “What do I get if I make it to 25?” “25 fucking loads, man,” says Frank, with a laugh. “Ain’t that enough? You’re going to get greedy now? You want some kind of trophy?” “I’ll settle for a certificate,” I joke. Frank grabs my hand and leads me back to the guesthouse but instead of going through the door to the bedroom where I’m staying, he opens another door that leads to a stairway. I follow Frank downstairs to a room that’s like something out of Better Homes and Breedings. In the center is a bed with black nylon, cum-resistant sheets. In one corner there’s a sling. Near that, is a fuckbench. One wall houses an assortment of sex toys of every size, shape an color. My favorite feature of the room, though, is the opposite wall. It’s painted black, like a chalkboard, and all the studs who have fucked and bred here have signed it in sperm-white; some with their names, some with initials, some with BBRT handles like fratseeder, cumcraver, floodmyguts, italbbtop. Frank pushes me over the fuckbench, pulls down my shorts and starts eating my hole. While I settle in to the rimming, I look up and read some of the inscriptions: “F & S, I’ve never come harder than when you both shot in me from different ends at the same time. Next time, I won’t waste my load on the fuckbench. I’ll sperm up your guts like you did mine.” “Samuel, thank you for pushing my face into Frank’s cummy trench. I never felched like that before and now I’m addicted.” “Thanks for turning me into the cumswapping barebacker I’ve always dreamed of being.” Other studs just wrote catchy slogans like “Raw Is Law,” “BBBH Forever” and my personal favorite: “My sofa pulls out but I don’t.” I’m laughing at that one when I feel Frank’s cockhead pierce my hole. “Oh fuck,” I say. “Don’t have a lot of time for foreplay if you’re going to catch that bus tour,” he says. “Plus, I’ve been wanting to get inside you ever since I saw your picture on line.” He makes strong consistent strokes, each going a centimeter or so deeper than the previous stroke until all 8 of his vieny inches are inside me. “Way to take that dick, stud,” he says, rocking his hips from side to side to let me get used to his cock. I turn on my milking muscles. “You feel that?” “Oh God, yes. That’s amazing,” he gasps. “But you better stop because I don’t want to cum yet.” “Okay, I’ll tone it down,” I say. “Drill me, fucker. Get me nice and open so when your cum shoots out inside me, it’ll hit the walls like a squirt gun going off.” “Lots of comments about your fat cockhead on the Wall of No Shame, I see,” I remark. “Next time, I want to nurse that thing with my mouth.” “Why don’t you do it now?” says Frank. I hesitate to respond. I’ve never done ass to mouth before. The idea has always turned me on but I’ve never had the nerve to go for it. “He’s never done ass to mouth before, I bet,” says Samuel who I didn’t realize had entered the room. “It’s okay, lots of people haven’t.” Samuel bends down, puts his face in front of mine and snakes his tongue down my throat. “But you want to now, don’t you?” “Yes,” I say. “Slap that hot buttsplitter on his tongue, Frank, before he changes his mind,” says Samuel. Frank snakes his dick out of ass. I open my mouth, close my eyes and wait. Time stands still of a moment and then I feel his legendary cockknob land on my tongue. He circles it around a few times before slowly sliding his fresh-from-my-ass cock down my throat. “Taste your ass on my rod,” says Frank. “Smell yourself on my bush.” Tasting the mixture of our sweat, his pre-cum and my ass juice on his dick is intoxicating. I’m hooked on A2M. “You like the way my dick tastes?” I just groan because my mouth is full. “Mmmmmm.” It’s then I hear Samuel spit and feel his wet saliva land on my ass. I think he might smooth it around with his fingers but no, he dives in tongue first, eats me out for a few seconds just to get my wet and then shoves his hammercock in me in one long stroke. I can’t help but pull of Frank’s dick and scream. “Fuck!” I yell. “You said you were in a hurry,” says Samuel as he pistons into my asshole. “You want me to stop?” “No, never,” I say. “Fuck my cumhole. Make it yours.” Samuel picks up the pace. The sounds of his cock head reaming through my asslips fills the room. Frank takes his cumstick out of my face and goes behind his husband to tweak his man nips. “My husband shoots huge,” says Frank. “Even when he’s already cum.” “Which I haven’t,” says Samuel. “Not in four days.” “Holy fuck, is that tour bus going to smell like fresh seed,” says Frank laughing. “That could be a little embarrassing,” says Samuel. “You want me to stop?” “Fuck no,” I moan. “Please, breed me. Please flood me with that hot sperm.” “I like how he said please,” Samuel says to Frank as my breath starts to get heavier. “Who says American boys have no manners?” “Flood my guts, Samuel!” I beg. “Please, please mark it with your seed.” Samuel picks up the pace to full-on pile driving, holding my shoulders tight so he doesn’t knock me through the wall. I feel his throbbing butt-splitter get even thicker in my hole and contract and release my ass muscles, getting us to the point of no return. There’s no no way he can’t breed me now. “It’s so sweet,” Samuel says to Frank. “You’re going to love sliding in here after I jizz him up.” “Do it,” I moan. “Give it to him, baby,” says Frank, who’s taken out his cell phone and is now pointing at the intersection of dick and ass, capturing the breed. “Breed me!” I shout. “Breed my ass!” “Here it cums, stud,” groans Samual. “I’m breeding you! Take my hot sperm! Suck it inside you!” With that, I feel rope after sticky rope of man-jizz pump into my hungry hole. It feels like a huge load, like I can almost feel it dripping down my ass-walls like wet paint. “I can feel it, fucker,” I gasp. “Keep it coming. I want every fucking drop inside me.” Samuel collapses on my back and I fall to my stomach, keeping my ass ring tight because I’m not ready to let that cock go. “You better hurry or you’ll miss your tour,” says Frank. “But you didn’t get to breed him, hon” says Samuel, his spent cock finally slithering out of my hole. “I can fuck him later,” says Frank. “Unless…” says Samuel. A few minutes later, Samuels barreling down the street in his SUV while Frank fucks me in the back seat. Every bump we hit, drives Frank’s dick deeper into me. “Fuck,” I moan. “That’s so fucking good, Frank.” “God, I love fucking a freshly bred ass,” says Frank between fuckstrokes. “GPS says we’ll be there in one minute,” says Samuel. “Give him your spunk, hon, and send him on his merry way.” “You ready to get bred again, Randy? You ready to take a huge sperm-load right up your ass?” “Cum in my ass, Frank!” I scream. “Give me that seed! “Unnnnngh! Unnnnnnghhh! I’m cumming! I’m breeding you! Fuckkkkkkkkk!” “Yes,” says Samuel over and over again as his lover’s load fills my hole. “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.” “Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I say. I start to stroke my cock, thinking I’ll get off before I get on the bus. “Jerk off if you want,” says Frank, “but the load won’t count to your total unless it goes in someone’s ass.” “Fine,” I say, pulling away from Frank’s dripping dick. “I’ll save it. I’m serious about this shit.” “I’ll be happy to take the load when you get back home later,” says Frank. “Unless you find someone to shoot it in before then.” “I think we have a prime candidate,” says Samuel pointing out the window. There, greeting guests outside a double-decker tour bus is my guide for the afternoon; a little fire plug of a sex bomb; maybe 5’ 6” with a totally jacked body, Pacific Islander, with smooth dark brown ski, friendly eyes and a blinding white smile. “Do we think he’s a barebacker?” I ask Frank and Samuel. “Don’t know,” says Samuel. “But those khaki shorts practically scream ‘Breed Me’.” I pull my shorts up over my twice-loaded ass, get my backpack ready to cover my still hard cock and hop out of the truck. “Ooh, fuck,” I say. “I’m so squishy back there.” “You’re welcome,” says Samuel. “Don’t be late,” says Frank jokingly. “You know how we worry about you.” MORE TO COME...I HOPE. Hope you guys enjoy and if any of you dirty minded fuckers get into hot phone, shoot me a message and let's get off together.

PART 10 I lay there thinking back. My two brothers had never mentioned using a condom. I had not heard one opened and had not seen a used one. I couldn't mention using a condom. I was such a condom freak before tonight. After all, it was mid-1980's. I shook my head in disbelief and to clear the cobwebs. I thought back to the first man who had fucked me. He had used a condom. Or had he? And, the two men in the steam room. Yes, they had. No. They had not used a condom. Not in a steam room. That's what Dad had meant when he had said, "Word travels fast through colonies like this." Those men evidently knew Dad and others who didn't use condoms, and they spread the word for others. I shivered at reality and realization about myself. In a matter of minutes, I knew everything about me had changed yet nothing that I held dear now had changed: I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. Once more I heard the key in the lock snapping me out of my brain chatter. I turned to look seeing a short black man enter followed by Dad. I was elated to see him and smiled behind my mouthpiece. The short black man looked to be young. He had short hair on his head, clean shaved, weighed maybe 120 to 130 pounds and stood barely above 5 foot 2 inches. My eyes turned back to Dad. "This is Kai. He's here to help you along your path to being my white boy for tonight," Dad said soothingly. Dad smiled at me and moved backward sitting on the bed scooting himself into a corner to watch. He unsnapped his pouch releasing his behemoth black dick. His balls had flopped down onto the mattress of the bed. Kai stepped to Dad's bag and found what he was looking for. He set a container of Crisco on the shelf and then moved it to the floor. Kai removed his towel from around his waist, folded it, dropped it on the floor, and knelt. I felt a huge glob of Crisco being smeared on my ass and pushed inside. More was pushed inside me. Then, Kai got down to his business and pushed all four of his fingers and thumb into my ass. My sphincter yelled to stop but Kai continued on. He manipulated his hand in many different directions applying pressure all the time. He finally returned to a head-on position where he was pushing hard to go straight in with his hand. This was something knew to me and upset me. The only calming factor was looking at Dad watching Kai trying to push his hand in my ass. I focused on Dad and saw him manipulating himself slowly enjoying what he was watching. Dad had said he wanted me to see through my blue eyes him enjoying himself. I redoubled on that thought looking straight into Dad's wide brown eyes. My sphincter snapped open. I gasped as my body jerked at the surprise violent opening of my ass to the small hand of Kai. My body quivered. Kai pushed his hand deep inside me past his wrist. He rested then began turning his hand one way and then the other. He began short strokes of pulling out and pushing further inside me. At one point as he pushed inside me, I saw his head turn to Dad and nod. He returned to my ass and pushed harder going deep into my rectum area. I was thrashing about by this time but determined. I turned my head to Dad who was smiling as he moved forward. "To the elbow. That should move a lot of it inside." "You want more?" Kai asked. Dad thought a bit, nodded his head in assent, and returned to stroking his stiffening dick. Though I could not see all of it, I knew that it had grown in both length and girth. Kai slowly pulled his arm and hand back out of my ass and then plunged deep once more. He repeated the process but doubled his hand into a fist now which he slowly moved in and out of my ass as a slow moving piston. My eyes were fluttering with excitement at this feeling of such an extraordinary sensation. It was so intimate with Kai. He, too, must soon be a brother of mine. Dad stood up, walked to my side, and Kai pushed his fist deep inside me again holding it as Dad had put his hand on my stomach and abdomen. Dad nodded his head. Kai removed his hand from my ass, picked up my towel wiping his hand and wrist with it. He rose from the floor kissing Dad who had bent over to him. Kai left leaving me alone with Dad.

Hey guys. Sorry for the long build-up and scene setting...the good stuff will start soon. ____________________________________________________ Chapter 1 I woke slowly, sluggishly, not sure where I was. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t seem to make my limbs obey. I had an itch on my forehead but even though it stung, I couldn’t move either arm to scratch. It took me another minute to realize that I was tied down, my arms held in place with what felt like velvet ropes. First reaction: panic! I opened my eyes and panicked further. I was naked and my skin tingled; as my vision cleared, I realized that most of my body hair had been removed and that my butt hole felt sore. I was restrained on some kind of platform covered with black velvet: my arms were held out from my sides; my legs were free, but there were stirrups like an examination table at a doctor’s office. It was a little chilly, as if I were in a basement room, though I was covered with a shiny black satin sheet that was embroidered in gold. I craned my neck, but couldn’t really see it; it was some kind of symbol. I could just make out a crescent shape on one side superimposed over a circle and what looked like some kind of insect superimposed. My neck started to feel the strain, so I let it drop back onto the platform. The floor of the room looked to be thickly carpeted, and the walls were covered with heavy looking tapestries that showed guys having sex. In front of the tapestries were a couple rows of wooden pews. There didn’t appear to be a door, at least not that I could see, and definitely no windows. What the fuck had I gotten myself into? The tapestries gave me a good idea of what was coming, no pun intended. I tried to piece together my memories…maybe I’d be able to figure a way out of here? I was a freshman in college, and had been invited to a Friday night party by a guy I’d met during orientation, a knockout upperclassman: tall, lean and muscular with dark hair and eyes that contrasted with his pale skin, reminding me of the actor who played the vampire in that British TV series. He introduced himself as Mike, said that he represented the newest fraternity on campus (Alpha Iota Delta Sigma), and that he thought I was a perfect candidate to pledge with them. I told him I didn’t think of myself as “Greek life” material and had no intention of joining up, but he said he really wanted me to come, and gave my arm a friendly squeeze. What the hell, I figured; I could get a free drink and didn’t have to join, but I’d be happy to hang with Mike, especially since it seemed like he was interested. The last thing I remembered was lying on his bed, drinking some wine he’d insisted on giving me even though I’d asked for a Diet Coke. Then, it got increasingly fuzzy. Idiot, I thought. He drugged me, but I couldn’t understand why. He already had me in his bed, had quizzed me about my sexual experiences in high school, eliciting the information that I’d never been fucked in the ass and wasn't sure I wanted to. But I’d been ready to do whatever he wanted. And that was when he'd pressed the glass of wine on me, telling me to drink up, that I needed to relax. Idiot, I chastised myself again. I had absolutely no idea how long I’d been in this room, trussed up and ready for…I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it. Maybe this was just some kind of weird hazing routine? But I didn’t recall saying that I’d pledge, so how could I be getting hazed already? Was there such a thing as pre-hazing? I heard a sound behind me – a door opening? – and there was a slight draft that cut off abruptly. Mike appeared wearing only a loincloth, having discarded his t-shirt and jeans. His body was beautifully cut and sculpted, with six-pack abs, perfectly symmetrical pecs and well-developed biceps. I could see the outline of his large dick tenting the thin, gauzy loin cloth, and I gulped and licked my lips. It must have been nerves that made me blurt out: “Okay, very funny. Now will you untie me and let me out of here?” Mike said, “Sorry, can’t do that.” “But why? We were in your bed, it wasn’t like I was fighting you off.” He grinned, “Yeah, you got me hot,” he said looking down. Then he stepped up on the velvet platform, and took my legs over his shoulders. “I wish I could have dicked you right then, but there are rules and regulations and rituals that have to be observed in this fraternity. It’s unique.” Judging by my circumstances, that seemed accurate. “What kind of ritual?” I asked nervously. “It’s your initiation,” he answered. “But I didn’t even agree to join!” I exclaimed. “Huh. So you were just after my body?” he said, with a mocking smile. I didn’t have any answer to that. It was true. I’d wanted to get laid…and that’s how I’d ended up here. “Just relax,” he said, rubbing against me, a little precum staining his loincloth. “I’ll be with you the whole time. Just concentrate on me.” A gong sounded. I looked around, afraid of what it meant. “Gotta get a grip,” he said, reluctantly pulling away and standing to my right at my feet. “They’re coming.” “Who?” I asked, trying to remain calm. I felt the door open and heard voices chanting and bells ringing and smelled the heavy perfume of incense. “Ave libidinem” chanted a basso voice. “Hail to lust,” answered a chorus of male voices. “Fratres, in cupiditate” chanted the bass voice again. “Brothers in lust,” the chorus answered. As the room filled with guys they continued their antiphonal chant. Leading them was an older man: massive, muscular, with a shaved head, wearing a black robe that fell open as he walked, revealing the same kind loincloth that Mike wore. Following him, I thought I recognized others from the party. One guy swung an incense box that was smoking, others shook bells. They filed into the pews and turned to face me, then grew silent. Their leader stepped up on the platform where I was bound, circling around to stand at my head. I got a good look up his loincloth – I assumed that was the point of that maneuver – and could see that he had a hairy body and an immense, pierced dick. Ouch! was all I could think. Oh, God, was that part of the initiation? I shuddered, and then realized that I hadn’t felt any “jewelry” when Mike was humping my butt. I breathed thanks for small favors, proving just how dire my situation was. The guys assembled were a range of body types and races. So they believe in diversity, that’s good. I was grasping at straws, trying to distract myself from speculating on what was coming. All were dressed like Mike: white gauze loincloths that revealed more than they hid. I was tied up, naked and helpless in a room full of barely dressed men. I had a feeling my ass wasn’t going to be virgin after this night.

As promised, here's some of the good stuff. Plan for more to come...pun intended. ______________________________________________________________________ Chapter 2 “Sons of the Scorpion, is everything at the ready?” intoned the Leader (as I had named the older guy in my head). I did my best not to giggle (talk about inappropriate laughter) at his oratorical tone as if he was a high priest or something, but a snicker escaped me. The Leader stopped and looked down at me. “Do not mock us,” he said in a harsher tone. “For soon you will be one of us.” I restrained further laughter and an eye roll with difficulty, but he seemed seriously peeved with me. And Mike unobtrusively nudged my right leg with his foot, which I took to be a warning. I’d play along with whatever weird game these guys were into, but it was hard to take them seriously with all this rigmarole. Sons of the Scorpion? If these guys were into astrology, then they were in for a rude shock. I was not a Scorpio – my birthday was in August, I was a Virgo. “Yes, all is ready Father,” intoned all the others, including Mike. “Is the novice you have brought before us fully prepared, Prefect? And is he truly a virgin?” “Yes he is, Father,” replied Mike. Wow, Mike had a title. “Then let us begin the initiation,” the Leader…oops, I mean “Father of the Sons of the Scorpion” intoned. “Acolytes, begin the Communion of Lust.” Exactly 10 guys stepped forward; all were on the short side (like me, probably no more than 5’8” or 5’9”), but every build from slightly chubby to swimmer’s to muscle-boy, smooth to lightly hairy and a mix of races. That diversity thing. They walked towards the platform; I recognized the first one to reach me, he had chestnut hair and bright blue eyes, I think his name was Aaron? I cudgeled my fuzzy brain for a clue as to how I knew that, and then I remembered: when I first came in, he’d been cuddled up with some guy and necking so deeply that it looked like they were trying to lick each others' tonsils. They stopped long enough for an introduction. One of his companions, a little blond muscle guy also approached, and they took the silk sheet off of me, and carefully folded it as if it were an American flag. They handed the silk sheet to the Lea…Father, and then returned to me, each taking one of my legs, putting them in the stirrups, and then bound them in place with more velvet rope. “Now, just a second here,” I shouted. The entire room went still and I saw Mike bury his face in his hands. “SILENCE!” roared the Father. “Look, Daddy Scorpion, I’m not one of your ‘sons’ so don’t take that tone with me.” “You are even less than one of my sons at the moment, so do not blaspheme in this space,” the Father said in a cold tone. “Continue the Communion,” he said. I heard a click, and felt a jar. I lifted my head, and a portion of the platform had been lowered. Aaron knelt before me, leaned forward, pressed his face into my ass and took a loud sniff, then exhaled sharply over my hole. I gasped at the feeling, and immediately my dick stirred. Next, he began to kiss my anus, teasing little touches that made me quiver and squirm. I’d never felt anything like it, never dreamed I could feel anything like it. Then he added his lips, his tongue, and I felt his tongue penetrate me. By now I was panting and fully erect. “Yes,” said the Father. “He will make an excellent acolyte, a true Brother in Lust” I wasn’t laughing now. Aaron stood, walked over to me, and kneeled over my face, flipped up the back of his loin cloth and pushed his ass over my nose. I tried to turn my head, but the Father knelt and held my head in place. At the same moment, I felt and heard another of the – what did he call them? – Acolytes, that’s it, repeating the routine that Aaron had initiated. “This is your initiation into our communion,” he said. “Do not resist, or there will be consequences.” Since I was tied up and in no position to argue, I decided I’d better not push this guy. He was seriously cray-cray, obviously, and I needed to cooperate so I’d get out of here in one piece. “Yes, inhale deeply the scent of a true Acolyte of the Scorpion.” I did as he told me. Actually, Aaron didn’t have a heck of a lot of scent. He was scrupulously clean, though there was a trace of musk. “My son Aiden, continue the ritual of communion. Initiate, you will now pay further tribute to my son: kiss his ass, the Omphalos of Pleasure.” I did as he asked, while Aaron squirmed above me, and pushed his firm, round butt against my mouth. “Lick it!” the Father ordered. “Abandon yourselves to the osculum infame, the obscene kiss. Do not be content with the lips of his asshole – bury your tongue inside of him.” Aaron whimpered with pleasure as I followed the orders I was given, humping on my tongue, and chanting “Ave libidinem” breathlessly. “Take him in your mouth,” the Father ordered, and Aaron leaned forward and closed his mouth over my aching dick. “Do not allow him to discharge, but take him to the edge.” Aaron was a world-class cocksucker. He had this way of licking with his tongue as his head bobbed up and down on me. I moaned, nearing climax, and Aaron immediately stopped. “Excellent, my son,” the Father praised him. “Bring the receptacle for his seed,” he ordered. What felt like a glass dish was placed on my chest. “Spill your cum into the dish, so that it may join with the others when the time has come,” I heard Father Scorpio say. I couldn’t tell if he meant me, but since my hands were otherwise occupied, I assumed he didn’t expect me to think myself to orgasm, though this was incredibly erotic as it turned out. Who would’ve thunk it? Aaron was rubbing his ass against my lips, pressing as hard as he could; from the sounds and his movements, I gathered that he was beating himself off and going to ejaculate into the dish. And then what would they do with it? Ugh, I hope they weren’t expecting me to drink it. I had a world-class gag reflex, and would likely vomit it back up. Aaron’s movements were getting more frantic, he was grunting and gyrating, and then I heard him moan, and felt his cum shoot on my chest, just beyond the dish. “Gather it up, do not lose a drop,” the Father ordered. “Place it in the receptacle.” I felt a sucking sensation and heard a wheeze, like a squeeze bottle. Aaron turned around and kissed me full on the mouth, then got down from the platform. The little stud muffin blond took his place kneeling over me, and yet another of the Acolytes was working on my ass. Each of the 10 Acolytes was called forward and repeated the ritual (what else could I call it) down to the letter, though most of them managed to hit the “receptacle.” After the final one finished, the glass dish was taken off my chest. Mike kneeled next to me. “How do you like your initiation?” he whispered against my ear. I just groaned in reply, glad it was over. My erection was painful; the only other time I’d been anywhere near as turned on was when one of high school BFs and I had experimented with a 69 position, sucking each other’s dicks. That was kid’s play compared to this, but at the time it felt so wild. “I will deposit the Acolytes’ seed in the initiate,” said the Father, and I raised my head as far as I could. He was kneeling between my legs, holding the dish, and what looked like a nasal syringe. He put it in the dish full of semen, and drew all of it in. With an evil grin, he inserted the nozzle in my ass. “Your first seed of the night,” he said. “No, not there,” I begged. “Please, I’ll do anything.” “You will do as I say,” he said, “including taking this holy, charged, seed. It is your first gift.” He pushed the bulb, and I felt the slippery stuff go inside of me. “Now, while it is fresh, Prefect, begin,” he declaimed. Mike kneeled over my face as had each of the acolytes, and took off his loin cloth. He pressed his asshole over my nose. Unlike the Acolytes, his butt was quite musky, the odor strong. I tried to turn away, but he crossed his ankles behind my head, and kept it in place. “Yes,” hissed the Father. “Inhale the scent of a true man, a true Son of the Scorpion. You will be his consort to do with as he pleases.” I could hardly breathe; he changed the angle slightly, and his ass was over my mouth. “Kiss him, lick him, worship he who will be your lover, your master. Do not hold back, you must experience ever scent, every taste, every touch. Ave libidinem!” he shouted. “Fratres, in cupiditate” answered all the others, including Mike, was pressing his ass hard against my mouth. I had no choice, I kissed his ass, then licked it, then inserted my tongue in his rectum. He jolted and moaned, reached back, and pulled my face into his butt. “Yes, Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted, and was answered by the assembly. The he released my held, and turned around. His dick looked immense; it was veiny and thick and twitching. Pre-cum drooled from the tip. I saw that on his right hip he had a tattoo – a scorpion superimposed over that odd symbol that was on the sheet that had covered me earlier. Mike brought the dripping head to my mouth, and I knew what was expected. I parted my lips, and he inserted his already hard dick in my mouth and began to thrust. Predictably, I began to choke, but he didn’t let up, kept pressing it on me. Tears ran down my face, and I was certain I would pass out or vomit. “Do not discharge in his mouth,” the Father intoned. Phew, I thought, as the hard dick was taken out of my mouth just in time. “Place it in his boy cunt, his hole. Breed him, bring him into the light of positivity and out of the darkness of negativity. Join your seed and his blood so that you may be one, and he will be one with us.” What! Bareback? Were these people crazy? “No,” I screamed. “Stop, please stop…” Mike released my legs, and took them over his shoulders, I tried to struggle, and the Father leaned down and slapped my face. “Do not resist. This is your place in our brotherhood. This is your place in the world from this moment forward, and you will revel in it.” Mike leaned forward to kiss away my tears, and whispered in my ear “I’ll make it good for you, I promise.” He kissed my lips, and I had a sudden stabbing memory of being in his bed, exchanging the same melting kisses. And somehow my erection hadn’t subsided, even though I was frightened. I wondered if they’d done something to make that happen – Viagra? Mike pulled back, and I saw him push down his rigid dick, and he began to push it against my anus. I flinched, but he held me in place. “Look at me, Darrell,” he said. His eyes were mesmerizing, sherry brown and the expression on his face was one of sheer bliss. He pushed past all resistance, and it felt as if a burning brand had been put inside of me. I whimpered again, and he stroked my dick and balls as he went in further and further, invading me, taking over all my senses. Finally, I felt his balls and pubic hair against my tender, depilated skin. Then he drew back, and pushed in again. It hurt, but now it felt like he was hitting a hot spot inside of me that I didn’t know was there. Again, and again, over and over, his thrusts growing stronger, and we both began to pant. It was as if no one else was there, time had stopped, and the only important thing was the sex that we were having. I realized that sex was too tame and pallid a word; this was a mating, I would be his, already was if I were to be honest. He seemed to sense the shift, or maybe it was because I was angling my hips towards him, joining in his rhythm. “Ave libidinem,” he said. “Say it with me.” And he leaned over, and began to lick my nipples, and then kiss and lick my neck and ears – my other hotspots. The words tore out of me, “Ave libidinem!” I screamed, over and over again. Distantly I could hear that everyone in the room had joined our chant, and then over it I heard a voice that sounded like mine shouting “Yes, fill me, breed me, don’t stop! Give me your cum, I want it! I need it!” Mike’s thrusts picked up in speed and force. He was ramming his dick against me, and I could hear him began to grunt with each thrust. The harder he fucked me, the closer I came to my own orgasm, and he hadn’t touched me after he had fully embedded his dick in my ass. Finally he slammed against me even harder and roared “Ave libidinem! He is mine!” He gave three final thrusts against me; I could feel his dick swell and spasm inside me, felt his warm sperm coating my insides and that pushed me over the edge. I began to come like a geyser, my own semen splashing in my face. Mike had collapsed on top of me, and I could feel his heartbeat still racing. We were both panting, the others were still chanting, but nothing but this man who had taken me and in the process given me such unbelievable pleasure really registered. He braced himself on his elbows, and kissed me ravenously. My Father in Lust untied my arms. He gave me a wicked grin, then commanded, “Again. Meld all the seed inside him, mix the DNA together and ensure that he receives the gift. Ave libidinem.”

Eh nothing too exciting I was shopping at my favorite grocery store when a sexy black army guy comments that he likes my shoes. I guess he caught me checking him out a few times, as he walked back and forth down the aisle acting like he was searching for something, yet keeping an eye on me. I looked at him while saying, "Ugh I need to take a piss!" Headed to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror for a minute. He actually showed up lol. I grabbed his crotch and then led him to the family / handicapped stall ... perfectly setup with a real long wall, with a door that has barely any opening at the bottom ... no cracks to peek in to. Once in I'm hungry for bbc. I unzip his pants, pull them down a bit, and just inhale his soft 6 inch cut dick. After a minute he's hard, a good 8 thick inches and leaking so much precum it felt like a load! I wanted to just suck and swallow, but he licked his fingers and slipped three into my ass. I was wearing mesh basketball shorts with no underwear so haha pretty easy. He finger fucked me while I deep throated him, lasting a minute or so. He then swung me around, pressing my face onto the cold tile floor, arched my back, pushed my shorts down ... and slammed balls deep in my ass! OMG I thought I was gonna die cuz he's so thick ... he tightly put a big hand to my face over my mouth, saying, "Bitch better be quiet! Bet you need my load." While smashing my ass, relentlessly fucking me, not caring that I was in some pain. After a few minutes my ass adjusted and all I felt was pure pleasure. I started working my hole on his bbc, making him moan a little. He continued keeping a hand over my mouth, then used his other hand to jerk me off and play with my nips. That set me off the edge, I came HARD about 5 minutes into fucking. He then made me eat my cum off his hand, then placed a hand back on my mouth. My ass gets super tight after I cum, so he was grunting and panting ... a few minutes later he bites my left ear, says, "Yeah, take my 2 week load", bites my neck ... and unleashes a massive, thick load. He pulls out and quickly thrusts down my throat to clean off. He slaps my face with his dick, and says, "Man were they right. Grocery shopping will never be the same!" zips up, and leaves. Making a note, Tuesdays are the day to shop here!

I was 19 years old. It was a Saturday night and I was extremely horny. I received a message on my dating website. An older man messaged me about meeting up. He was far away but I couldn't escape curiosity.I drove over an hour to get to him. I messaged him once in front of his house and was directed to come right in. I walked in the house was extremely dark. I was scared but I continued as he told me to come to the back room. He pushed me on the bed and shoved my head to his dick. I opened my mouth and he began to fuck my face. I kept choking and he thrusted harder. With every thrust my mouth drizzled fluid out. His moans began to get louder and louder. He pushed my head down and held me on my stomach. He pulled my shirt off and pulled off my shorts. He instructed me to get my ass up. I obliged. I asked if he had protection.....he didn't answer. I felt his dick slide right into my asshole. It hurt and I moaned in pain. The more I moaned in pain the harder he thrusted. He held me down with his hands on my back. I moaned and begged to go on my back. He pulled me over, grabbed my ankles tight and spread me. Again he shoved his dick in and continued to fuck me. I could see his naked dick pounding away. I wanted him to put a condom on but I was powerless. It felt too good and receiving him was my only option. Faster he fucked I moaned more. His face an image of pure pleasure clenched followed by an enormous moan. He hunched over me as if all energy was spent. His dick motionless in my asshole slowly came out. The feeling of his seed dripped down my balls. He got up and gave me my clothes. I left with shakey leggs and an asshole wet and used.

Met a nice blatino on A2A. 40s, wonderful gym body, and a dick to die for. Must have been about 7 inches long, thick like a beer can, very solid and veiny. His wife was out of town and wanted some man2man. Got to his town house, he opened the door wearing only a robe with the front open, his erect dick bobbing and shiny from lube. Gay porn played on his laptop and he was jacking off trying to edge himself to build up a load. No words were exchanged but I instantly got on my knees as the door shut. He grabbed me by the back of the head and slid his cock down my throat. I tried hard not to puke my guts up as he fucked my mouth. After a few mintues, which seemed like an eternity because I was holding my breath the entire time, he grabbed me by tank top and led me to the couch. He yanked my clothes off and pushed me on my back. Getting between my legs, he got his lube bottle and squirted a super generous amount in me after pulling out a butt plug I was wearing. "Good..." he hissed. "Your hole should be loosened up by now, no need for us to fuck around with foreplay." He grabbed on to my one leg that was on his shoulder and guided his cock into my hole with the other. He slowly pushed into the entrace of my boi pussy but I let out a yelp when his thickness stretched out my inner ring. "Shut up bitch and take it!" he scolded. He grabbed my buttplug off the floor and rammed it in my mouth to muffle my screams. He held his hand over my mouth, the other around my neck, and proceeded to mercilessly fuck my hole until his balls was slapping my ass cheeks. His dick battered my insides as it didn't make it past the curve and it felt like he was going to tear me apart. I felt light headed as I couldn't breath too well plus he was cutting off blood to my brain with his grip around my neck. He fucked me like a madman, a grudge fuck beyond comparison. Just as I was about to pass out, my dick erupted and spasamed, shooting my load skyward and all over my chest and stomach. "Hehe....good, good, I made you cum like a lil bitch, now we gonna get serious!" Most times, after cumming, I like to rest as the fuck feeling wears off. I felt totally not into fucking anymore because I came so hard but I knew stopping wasn't an option with this guy. He got me on the rug face down and he straddled my legs. Shoving himself back into my hole, he then put his full body weight and fucked me hard. He grunted and swore has he tore my ass up. His strokes became shallow and quick as he pushed as deep as he could in me. His cock head was pushed right up against my walls when I felt jets of lava hot cum blast my insides. One, two, three....he kept cumming, his thick cock spasmimg and twitching in me. Four, five, six, man how cum did this guy have?! Seven, eight, nine, TEN spurts! Lord he must have shot a gallon of nut in me. He layed on tip of me for a couple of minutes more, slowly fucking me. I squeezed my hole and pushed my ass up to coax the rest out of him. He finally got off of me, slapped my ass, and went to the bathroom. I reached down and felt my battered cunt. The cool air rushed up in me as I couldn't shut my gaping hole. I scooped up his semen tainted red with my blood. He must have stretched me out real good or ruptured an internal hemorrhoid. I started to put my clothes back on when he stepped out of the bathroom. He was stroking his semi hard cock. "No no bitch, where you going? I'm not done with you yet. I had to take a piss break but we only starting." He led me by the hand a to his bedroom. He got on his back and told me to service him with my mouth like a whore. I got on all fours and did as he wished. Grabbing the base of his cock, the bathed his cock with my tongue and saliva. I could taste the sweet manliness of his semen as well as the saltiness of his piss and bittnerness of my the blood from my ass. The mixed flavors danced in my mouth as I licked different parts of his manhood. I took one of his testicles in my mouth and gently sucked, then the other one, then both. They felt hot on my tongue. I imagined them working on overdrive, building up another steamy load for me. I cupped his balls with one hand, stroked his shaft with the other as my mouth and tongue flicked across the head of his dick until precum leaked out and his member was fully engorged again. He got out from under me and got behind. My hole, still gaping open, slick with cum and lube, made it easier for him to penetrate me. He fucked me slower this time, methodical, enjoying the sensations my boi pussy brought to his dick. He pushed my face into the pillows and arched my back like a bitch in heat. I spread my ass cheeks with my hangs to give him a nice visual of my slutty nature. I could smell his wife's perfume in the pillow and it made me hornier, knowing I was the "other woman", the homewrecking whore that her man is fucking in her bed. I got on top and managed to get his dick past the curve in my ass. I bucked and grinded as he grabbed on to my hips to guide me. I became his live fuck toy, manhandling me for his pleasure. I squatted on his dick and racked my hips in a circular motion, ensuring his cock touched every wall in my boi pussy. He threw his head back and groaned, shooting his essence in me again. His demeanor softened as we cuddled. I was the inside spoon, my head nestled on one of his large biceps as his other arm wrapped around me. His dick was only semi-soft so he was able to slow fuck me in a lucid, about to fall asleep state. He played with my dick until he got me to cum. I shot off three weak spurts, as if my own dick was ashamed to be in the presence of such a magnificent penis like the one in me. We dozed off for an hour then woke up to fuck again. This man was unbelievable. He wad so virile, it left little wonder as to why there were five kids in a family portrait on his dresser. The fifth fuck session was especially hot. The little nap restored his mojo and we fucked like beasts. Again he has me on my stomach as he long stroked my aching hole. Just then his cell phone rang. It was his wife checking up on him. "Ai mami.... Yeah I'm good, just getting up.... How's the kids?" He turns me over on my back and continues to fuck me slowly. I try with all my might not to moans as his cock rubs against my sweet spot. I playfully squueze my ass around his cock, making him stutter. He winks as me, slaps my ass, and puts his finger over his mouth to signal me cut it out. "Ya ya.... Missin' you too.... Aiight mami.... Luv ya..." He ends the call, tosses the cell aside, and gets on top of me. "So bitch, you wanna fuck with me when I'm talking to my wife? i'm gonna show you something..." He licks then bites my nipple, shoving him self deep in me. He sits up, pinches my nipples hard and power fucks me. I scream in pleasure and pain as the slapping noises from our bodies echoes in the room. Light from the morning sun creeps through the shades, painting us in an odd crimson color. He holds on to me tightly as he cums yet again. A nice juicy load, not a weak one that you'd expect after already cumming four times. My slutty side was slightly jealous that I could not completely drain him. We rested a lil bit then I had to leave. He slips the buttplug back into me, trapping his jizz in my slutty boi hole. After im dressed, he walks me to the door. He pulls me in close to him. I'm expecting a kiss, a nice romantic one. Not the type he gave me before, where he rammed his tongue down my throat or licked my face. I look up into his eyes, tilt my head. I close my eyes. I hear a chuckle then pain was he grabs my balls. "Hell no bitch, I aint in love with you!" he spits at me. "You go home and rest, I'm gonna call you later. My wife is gone for a week, so you gonna take her place and be my pussy!" He pushes me out the door and locks it. An elderly neighbor is out getting her newspaper. Im dressed in booty shorts, long socks, and a tank top. I can almost hear her think the words "Faggot!" as she looks me over in a scowl. I finally get home. I try to sneak in but my roomie is already up, brushing her teeth. She asks what happened to me last nite. I tell her that I was just hanging out with some friends. She looks doubtful as she probably can smell the cum on me and see the handprints on my ass/thighs and around my neck. I hurry past her. Having dick down my throat all night made it a little irritated. I let out a hard cough. It dislodges the buttplug which sends sends it tumbling out my shorts, causung a really wet cum fart. Jizz plasters a big wet spot on my shorts and pours down my inner thighs. My face turns red. "Mmm hmm..." my roomie says under her breath, giggling " You fuckin gay slut..."

I love eating a load that's been in my hole. It's so dirty and erotic. Fuck.

Agree completely. Let the host control your hole. You are there to satisfy the top and their needs

Chapter 4 Father Scorpio looked ready and raring to go. His dick was fully erect, oozing precum; I guess watching while I was gangbanged had turned him on. I automatically looked to Mike. He looked concerned (I guess he could see how tired I was), but gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I sighed inwardly. I would do it to please Mike, and so as not risk his looking bad in front of his Fraternity. It only made sense – I had a feeling that I would need his protection in this pit of, well, scorpions. It was in my best interests to support his authority. “Approach me, Novice.” I guess that counted as a promotion from “Initiate,” or “SILENCE.” I wearily crawled towards him on hands and knees. “Lie down between my legs,” he commanded. Oh, Lordy. I did it immediately, realizing that I shouldn’t be surprised, since his “sons” seemed to like this so much. He was likely the one who taught them their moves, after all. He knelt over my face; his ass was very hairy. It was almost like being with some mythical creature, Pan or a centaur. He lowered his ass slowly, making sure he got his butthole right over my nose. “Inhale deeply the man stink of your Father. Let my potent scent fill your nostrils, your lungs, and block out all the others whom you’ve worshipped today, and you will then take my potent, charged seed. I am now your Master, as I am the Master of all those who have used you tonight.” He was certainly pungent, but still clean. It was the scent of sweat rather than lack of hygiene. “Kiss my asshole, Novice.” I hesitated a moment (proving the old saw about hesitation and being lost) and that was too long. He sat on my face, full weight, smothering me. “You must always obey my orders immediately. I have told you there would be consequences otherwise.” I was trying not to struggle, but I couldn’t breathe and my back arched as I involuntarily tried to get some air. That seemed to be his cue to release my head, and I gasped in air (getting another healthy whiff of his butt) and immediately started the inevitable trajectory, kissing, licking, eating and finally thrusting my tongue inside of his butt. “Yes, yes," he said. "Obey me and feed my lust. Ave libidinem,” he bellowed, the fraternity guys answering with Fratres, in cupiditate. God I was getting sick of hearing those fucking words. Maybe eventually it would be like white noise, and I’d stop noticing? He moved a little so that his balls were over my mouth. “Worship the repository of my holy seed, Novice,” he intoned. I wasted no time in sniffing his balls, then kissing them and licking them. Then he pushed the tip of his cock with its metal adornment against my lips. “Open your mouth and receive my rod, the instrument of the transfiguration that will bring you into the light. You will be exalted, a receptacle for our lust and desire, a chalice into which the athame will plunge. Brothers and Acolytes, gather to witness my gift to the Novice,” he said. The entire assembly came close and formed a ring around us. He roughly pulled my legs over his heavily muscled shoulders, lined up his drooling cock with my ass and began to push in. It was nearly unbearable; my anus and rectum were already sore from having been used multiple times by 11 men of all different shapes and sizes. It would have been okay but for that infernal piercing; he punched through the first ring of muscle which, try as I might, caused me to shriek. “You may scream as much as you like,” snarled the Father. “No one can hear you except me and my Sons. Soon you will moan with desire.” Soon being a relative term, I thought, wincing and struggling as he began to pump in and out. His breathing was speeding up, there was a cruel smile on his face and he seemed suffused with a perverse joy as he thrust more and more strongly, pinning me in place. “Yes, YES, YESSSSSSS,” he howled as his hips pistoned his dick in and out of me. “Stroke my balls, to encourage the seed to shoot into your soft, sweet boy cunt, made for a man’s pleasure.” I did as ordered immediately, running my fingers over the sack of crinkled skin, and reaching behind to the sensitive skin between his legs. That cause him to pound into me without mercy; screams tore out of me as that thing he had on his cock battered my insides. I could feel his balls tighten and rise underneath my tickling fingers. Please cum, I prayed. I can’t last much longer.” It began as a low growl in his throat rising to a roar worthy of a wild animal. He rammed into me once, twice, three times, then shouted “Ave libidinem, Fratres, in cupiditate, his innocence is fully destroyed, his asshole is wrecked, my deathstick fills him with my charged…positive sperm.” Positive? I thought, terrified. Not that, please, not that. “The breeding is complete, he will join us now as a Son of the Scorpion, bearer of the Virus — HIV.” “WHAT?” I shrieked, and then began to sob. “No, no, please, no.” “It is too late,” he said. “The conversion is underway. My seed was already passed to you through my Sons, the brothers and the acolytes, and it has been sealed with the seed of the Father. You have taken 45 loads of toxic sperm. Soon you will get the fever and burn with the raging fire of lust. The transfiguration has begun; you will carry my mark for the rest of your life.” I must have fainted from shock and exhaustion. I was vaguely aware of being lifted, immersed in warm water, gently bathed and tucked into bed. Half-awake, I felt tears seep out from under my eyelids, and all I could hope is that this was a nightmare and that I’d soon wake up, safe and secure in my dorm room.

Chapter 3 I could feel that Mike’s cock hadn’t softened a bit. Maybe they’d given him Viagra, too? Without pulling out, he began to fuck me again, and this time I was able to put my arms around him as we kissed, and run my hands down his back, feel his ass muscles flexing as he drove inside me, urging him to thrust harder and faster. “You’re amazing,” I said in whisper. “No, you are. I knew you were the one, the minute I saw you,” Mike said. “Play with my balls, that’ll make me cum fast and hard.” I shivered with the intensity of our mutual desire, and felt a funny twinge behind my solar plexus. I worked my hand down between us, stroking and tickling his balls, reaching back to gently stroke his asshole, then teasing touches to the front of his dick as he pumped in and out of me. His huge, heavy balls began to tighten, and he started to drive his thrusts into me again. This time he covered my mouth with his, sticking his tongue inside my mouth to ravage me, just as his cock was ravaging my butt. He was still hitting that spot inside my butt, make me crave more and more of his hard cock, wanting more of his cum, no longer afraid. He broke off the kiss to shout to the room, “Ave libidinem, he is mine,” and like before, he gave three brutally hard thrusts, I felt his cock spasm, but this time my hands were free to grab his clenched butt and pull him so that his load would go deep inside of me. I came just as hard as I had a short while ago, and my response was driving Mike and his was driving me. He collapsed on top of me, again, his heart hammering. We shared a few lazy kisses, oblivious to the rest of the room, until the Father Scorpion said, “Show us the mixture, the blending of our charged seed and the Initiate’s blood.” Mike pulled out of me and I caught a glimpse of his cock, which was coated with a shiny, pinkish layer of what I assumed was his cum, the Acolyte’s cum and my blood. He stood and first showed his still rigid dick to our Father in Lust, who raised his fists and announced “The breeding has begun. Show your brothers the mixture of our contributions this night and the Initiate’s blood.” Mike turned towards our audience and was greeted by cheers and shouts of Ave libidinem and Fratres, in cupiditate. The Father commanded, “Initiate: prepare to clean his member with your mouth.” Member? Member of what? I didn’t get a chance to ask what that meant; Mike knelt over my face and brought his dick to my lips. I felt slightly queasy at the thought of licking and sucking his blood and semen covered cock, but I closed my eyes and thought about how this would please Mike. And judging from his gasps, he was more than pleased. Maybe he’d fuck me again when I was done. Once I’d finished, the Father directed “Now the rest of the Sons of the Scorpion will mate with the initiate, and mix our gifts and his blood. We will bring him into the light, he will burn with the flames of our lust!” I felt a pang of fear and looked to Mike. I opened my mouth, but before I could speak he said, “It’s our custom. All relationships are open within our brotherhood.” “But,” I started. “I’ll be right here. Just concentrate on me.” Then he moved closer and whispered, “It’ll get me really hot to watch you be fucked by my buddies.” I held on to that thought, that it would please Mike just as I had when I’d cleaned off his dick. First up was a tall, husky, muscular black guy. He had a build like a linebacker, and had already removed his loin cloth to reveal a huge dick, shorter than Mikes, but thicker. I gulped as he approached me, not sure what to expect. He kissed me, and murmured, “Mmmm…I can taste ass and balls and cum on your lips. Hot!” Then he pushed my legs to my chest, his head dipped and I felt his mouth on my anus. He was humming as he did it, thoroughly licking me clean, even driving his tongue up inside me. Then he was on his back, pulling my head down to suck his dick, pushing it into my throat until I gagged again. “Gotta train that throat,” he said, not letting up on the pressure. “Feels good to have your spit running down my dick.” Finally he let me go and I gasped for air and coughed. Then, he turned me around, put me on my hands and knees and shoved his dick inside me with one thrust. I screamed, and the room erupted into their chant as I was mercilessly pummeled by his immense dick and hard thrusts. Another guy – this one a smooth-skinned Latino sporting an even larger erection sat in front of me, his legs spread. “Suck me, don’t want to waste your mouth.” I moaned, then tried to take his dick in my mouth, but it was so think that I could barely manage the head. “Don’t want to suck me, is that it? Maybe you’ll like this better. Hey, Ike,” the Latino guy said, push him down when I’m in place.” The Latino guy turned on his stomach and positioned himself so that his ass was under my face. The Black guy, without stopping his thrusts pushed me flat, and made sure my face was buried in the Latino guys ass. He was more than musky – outright dirty – and I tried to pull my head away. “Get your face in there,” the Black guy growled. “You don’t suck dick, then you have to eat ass.” Forcing me to rim his brother seemed to push him over the edge; the Black guys thrusts seemed were violent now, as if he was trying to push me through the platform. Then he was howling “Ave libidinem, he has taken the first of my loads.” The first? I thought, horrified. He wouldn’t let up, kept fucking me until my ass throbbed. I thought Mike was amazing for shooting twice in a row. This guy came four or five times before he was ready to stop. Then the Latino guy flipped me on my back, raised my legs and drove into my already abused asshole. And another of his brothers – this one a smooth white guy with red hair and pubes – came to use my mouth for his pleasure. It went on for who knows how long; as soon as one guy had finished with my ass, the one who was at my mouth would fuck me, and another would take his place. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I counted ten guys, each of whom came at least twice in my ass. By then I was exhausted, and hoping that my initiation – more like a marathon trial by fire was over. “You have done well, my sons,” the Father said. I was lying at his feet, curled up on my side. “He is now prepared for the final stage of his initiation.” Oh, God. Now what? I heard a rustle of fabric and looked up to see him shed his black robe and his loincloth. His dick wasn’t the largest I’d seen that night, but it had that huge ring through the tip shaped like a horseshoe, but with large ball bearings on each end. I knew what was coming next...

1. Seth "The invitation said there was a carefully selected group of '...positively-minded hot men.'" I had read the story every day since I had found it on Breeding Zone. It was the summer I turned sixteen. I had jerked off to it almost as often, thinking about the freedom and utter lack of fear of the narrator. I must have spilled gallons of sperm thinking about the impunity to fuck bareback, even with guys I knew were poz. I wanted that freedom to enjoy it and to even revel in it. I admired the courage of the narrator. I wanted his strength, but the consequences terrified me. I would stroke my cock, fantasizing about getting fucked raw and then hate myself for my depraved dreams after I shot my load. Freshman year in college, I discovered BarebackRT, and started to chat with guys on there. But I was still too afraid to do anything beyond chatting. Then, in the spring, I started to hear about PrEP. It seemed like a dream come true. A daily pill and I could have what I had been craving for so long, without fear. I started to chat more openly, with more guys and in greater, explicit detail. But, then, my freshman year came to an end; I had to go back home, a boring suburb in the Midwest. I was still chatting with guys on BBRT, but they were now so far away. In early August, I came home one day from my summer job as a lifeguard to see an envelope addressed to me sitting on the kitchen counter. Just like in the story, it was fine, heavy paper, hand-addressed in thick, confident strokes. I wondered what my mom had thought it was when she had gotten the mail. Of course, I had immediately though of the story I had blown so many loads to. I raced to my room. In just the two flights of stairs up, my cock had grown rock hard, telegraphing just what I expected to read. Alone in my room, I turned the card over again. The return address read "Jon Corelli." Jon was a guy I had met on BBRT just as I was heading home for the summer; our chats quickly spilled over into text, where I found myself opening up and telling him my fantasies. We started to exchange pictures. Mine were little more than erect nudes, but his were a moveable feast of bareback sex: him fucking guys, him getting fucked, and an occasional solo cum shot. I held the letter, trembling with excitement, anticipation and maybe some fear. I opened it up, savoring the feel of the paper and extracted the card. It was an invitation, handwritten as well, inviting me to a party over Labor Day weekend, a party for men "with a positive, uninhibited outlook on life," and encouraged me to "come PrEPared for a mind-blowing weekend." Jon was inviting me to his place for three days. We had talked enough for me to know that he had a beautiful condo in a downtown building, where he would occasionally host days-long bareback sex parties with his two partners. Jon had made it clear that although they ranged from very vanilla to extremely kinky and taboo, they were always bareback. He had hinted on text what he had been planning: it would be a party just for me with three days of uninhibited, unprotected, raw sex. It worked out perfectly; I had to go back to school the week before. I would have more than enough time to get a prescription for PrEP from the clinic at school. The next few weeks were endless. I was still texting with Jon, trying to get any details about the weekend. But he was keeping any details a secret, only teasing me with an occasional shot of his cock sliding into a tight raw hole, or a hot young man, his hole dripping cum. I would beat off every night, re-reading the story, re-reading the invitation, looking at the pictures he had sent me, and imagining it was I in the middle of all of the action. Everything seemed to conspire to only prolong my agony. First, my flight back to school was canceled, and I had to spend another night at home. Of course, that meant that I had to cancel my appointment at the student health clinic to get my prescription for PrEP. Then, I tried to re-schedule the appointment but seemingly every opening was full. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to get it in time for the party. But then, two days before I was due at Jon's condo, when I was terrified about making a final choice between long-anticipated pleasures and long-term responsibility, the clinic called about a last-minute cancellation. The Wednesday afternoon visit was quick and painless. The doctor took some blood, explained how PrEP worked, and I was out of there in less than fifteen minutes. Thursday morning I was stuck in classes until noon; when I finally emerged, the doctor had left a message. "All clear. I phoned in your prescription and it will be ready tomorrow morning." I was cutting it close, but I would have it in time for the party. I texted Jon and let him know the good news. "Great," he texted back. "Just make sure to take a pill as soon as you get them." I didn't need any reminders. All afternoon, I was stuck in lab, as Jon continued to send me pictures: first of his boy Cal sucking him off, followed him fucking Cal, his long cock covered only in lube, spit and pre-cum, and then, finally, of Jon's thick white spooge dripping from Cal's ass. I was jealous. That load was supposed to be inside me. I was the one who was supposed to get fucked bareback. I was the one who needed to get filled with cum. And I was the one who wanted to feel Cal's tight hole wrapped around my throbbing cock. At least my roommate was gone when I got back to the dorm. I took the opportunity to quickly jerk off, once more re-reading Jon's invite. Getting off barely seemed to make a difference in how horny I was. Six PM Friday afternoon was now only twenty-four hours away, but I wasn't sure if I was going to last that long. I sent a picture of the trail of cum splashed across my chest and abs to Jon. "That should be in Cal's tight hole," he texted back. "And save the rest for tomorrow. You are going to need it." The rest of the evening was spent eating, studying, and trying not to think about what the next day would hold for me. Even thinking about the barest glimmer of possibilities that lay in store would make my cock start to throb. I had to force myself to not jerk off again, and sleep did not come easy. I almost welcomed the alarm that morning; I had set it so I could get to the pharmacy right as it opened. Even at right at the morning opening time, there was already a line at the pharmacy. I took a number, and waited what seemed like hours for it to be called. But, it was really only twenty minutes before I was at the window. The pharmacist seemed already bored with his day. "I'm here to pick up a prescription," I said. He barely looked up from his computer. "Name?" he asked me. "Seth. Seth Hunter." He typed in something. "Date of birth?" "March 29, 1995," I said. I was a child of the AIDS epidemic, born in some of the darkest hours. But now I wouldn't have to worry about that. I wouldn't have to worry about it. Ever. "Just a second," he said, getting up from his stool, and walking into the back. It took him a few moments to find my prescription. "Let's see," he said as he sat back down. "Have you ever taken Truva..." He trailed off. "Mick?" he said, calling back. There was an indistinct response from someone I couldn't see. "Can you take this?" A few seconds later, a tall, thin guy appeared. The pharmacist handed him the bag. "Mick will talk to you about your prescription," he said. The man I assumed was Mick smiled at me, and pointed me to a door at the far corner of the room. "Meet me there," he said. As I followed him, I checked him out more carefully. He was about 6'2" and his blue polo shirt hugged his body tightly highlighting his muscular gymnast's build. I saw a bit of a tattoo sticking out from his collar. Also sticking out if you knew to look was his pert ass. I willed my cock to go down even as I imagined what it would feel like to thrust my raw, unprotected erection into his hole and drip a steady stream of pre-cum into him. He opened the door, and motioned for me to go in. It was a small room, a desk with two chairs, a few posters on the wall, and a filing cabinet. He had blue eyes and just a hint of stubble and gave me a knowing smile as I walked past him. I could feel him looking me over and trying to piece together my story. I hoped my boner was not too obvious. "Go ahead, sit down," he said. I sat down, glad to have some cover for the lump in my shorts. "I'm Mick," he continued. "I'm Seth," I said. "Nice to meet you," he said. He reached across desk and shook my hand, before sitting down. "We just like to do a bit more counseling for certain medications." He opened the brown bag, and took out a white bottle with a yellow band around it. "Truvada" was printed on the side of the bottle. "Is this your first time for PrEP?" "Yeah," I said. "It is." "That's cool. As you may know, every drug can have side effects. This is no different" "What kind of side effects?" He paused. He got up from the desk, and went over to the filing cabinet. "I have a pamphlet somewhere." He knelt down to open the bottom drawer. As he did, his polo shifted up, and his pants shifted down slightly. I saw a thick white band of a jock strap, and the tiniest hint of the smooth skin of his ass. My cock throbbed once more, wondering if he knew how badly I needed release. I forced myself to look away, to think about anything but sex. Unfortunately, as I looked up, I met his eyes. He had seen me checking him out. "You know," he said, closing the drawer without getting the pamphlet he had promised me. "I'm on PrEP as well." I took a breath; he had seen me staring at his ass, but he didn't care. "What's it been like for you?" I asked. He stood up, and leaned against the door with his legs spread slightly. "It's been..." He searched for the right word. "Liberating," Mick finally said. "My boyfriend. He's poz. And now we're fluid bonded." "Fluid bonded?" "He's shot his load inside of me. Not in a condom. It's more important than I thought." His hand dropped down to his groin and covered his crotch. Or maybe he was rubbing it slightly. It was hard to tell, and I knew my dick was seeing what it wanted to see. "It's really important for men to share fluids." He stared out into space for a moment, reliving some private, intimate experience. "Why are you starting?" "The protection," I started, but paused. "The freedom" I continued. I was staring at him, fantasizing about him. In my mind, I had already undressed him and was feeling his body next to mine. The idea of warmth of his ass against my cock was making me hard. I knew the welcoming wetness of his hole would make it impossible for me not to stick my shaft in him. There would be no fumbling with a condom and no barriers between us. It would be just fucking, the way it was meant to be. "Yeah. Freedom." He said, bringing me back to reality. "To fuck who we want. How we want." I hadn't even taken the first pill, but just the presence of the bottle in the room was liberating enough. I stood up and faced him, no longer trying to hide the hard shaft in my shorts. "Where we want." I said. He reached behind him, and locked the door. In the sudden silence between us it sounded like a heavy safe door closing. He turned off the light; there was still plenty of light streaming in through the shade-covered window. "When we want," he said. He unzipped his chinos, exposing a white jock strap. His cock was straining against the fabric. I unzipped my shorts, exposing my underwear. My cock had tented them as well. He took a step towards me. When I took a step towards him, my shorts fell down, gathering around my ankle. "Nice," he said. He took another step, and was now right in front of me. He put a hand on my basket. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said. "Your boyfriend..." "Calls me his slutty sperm bank." He smiled. "The more I get, the more he gives me." I nod. This was the freedom I had dreamed of every time I had jacked off. From a pocket, Mick produced a small bottle of lube. "You are prepared," I said. He laughed. "Yes," he said. "Besides. You're not the first today." "Really?" I ask. "Yeah. One from my boyfriend and one from a guy at the gym." Mick reached into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "Cum makes the best lube. You'll see" His hand was warm around my shaft. I wondered how his ass would feel. His cum-filled ass. It sounded so dirty, that he had already gotten two loads before 10AM. But it was also so hot. To not worry and to just enjoy sex. "Aren't you worried?" "No. I look for poz guys now. Undetectable poz guys are the safest ones out there. And if you are worried, take one of those." He pointed at the bottle of Truvada on the desk. "This is exactly what it's here for. To let you enjoy sex without fear. Real sex. Bareback sex." My cock got harder at the words. Mick let go of my cock, but in a practiced notion, pushed down my underwear. They fell to the ground, the cool air of the office a shock. I turned to the desk and picked up the bottle. As I fumbled with the cap and the foil, Mick stepped out of his sandals, took off his polo and kicked off his chinos. I tried to focus on the pill bottle but it was difficult. Mick he turned to show me his ass, and I was distracted by how the white straps of his jock perfectly framed his butt. "Breed me?" he asked. There was a hunger to his voice. So many stories on Breeding Zone had described that hunger. But I had never heard it in real life from another man, just in videos. The raw reality of the need triggered animal instincts, which had been long suppressed by society and convention, and these instincts were driving my every action. I had to fuck him. It was programmed in my DNA to spread my sperm as far and as wide as possible. And when a beautiful, talented hole presented itself, eager to be plowed by my thick cock, I was going to do what I was born to do. I managed to extract one pill. It was larger than I expected but was a calming shade of blue. I popped it in my mouth and swallowed it dry. "Fucking hot," Mick said. "Seeing you do that. Knowing you're gonna fuck me now." He poured a bit of lube on his hand and grabbed my cock, greasing it up. "We can just do this?" I asked. It seemed so simple. I took a pill, and now I could slide into his ass. No fumbling with a condom, no tight feeling of rubber. Just skin on skin and pleasure against pleasure. All of that came from a simple pill and only once a day. "Yeah," he said. "Quit talking. Start fucking." I lined up my cock with his hole. I could feel the warmth against the tip of my dick, and in response, I started to dribble pre-cum. "Ready?" I asked. "Of course," Mick replied. "I'm always ready." I pushed against his hole, forcing my way into his body. I was still new to gay sex, but even in my limited experience, I could tell Mick was an amazing bottom. His butt provided just the barest amount of resistance before opening up and allowing my cock to enter. "Damn. That's a nice one. Thick." "So warm. Welcoming." "That's what I want to hear." I stood still, trying to process all the sensations. This was what sex was supposed to be; it was like watching seeing a movie in color for the very first time. Every motion was more intense than I had remembered with a condom, and it was clear I was getting to know Mick on a fundamentally deeper level than I could if I was fucking him with a rubber. Even though I was standing still, sexual hunger was consuming Mick, and he was squirming in a feeble attempt to contain the forces consuming him. He needed more of my cock, and was now pressing back against me. Relentlessly, my shaft slid into his tight, firm body. "Oh. Fuck," I moaned. My cockhead had hit a pool of warmth. It took me a moment to realize the soft liquid was the sperm the other men had shot into Mick. "That feels good." "Doesn't it?" Mick said. He stopped trying to force himself on me, and let me explore the sensations of a hole already dripping with cum. I had never fucked someone with a load already up there, and it was a new sensation for me. I now understood how important fluid exchange was for men. It was especially vital when we were blessed with the opportunity to fuck another man. I was glad that Mick was not going to ask me to pull out when I came. I wanted to cum in him so badly and absolutely nothing was going to get in the way of me cumming inside him. "Your boyfriend," I asked, then pausing, wondering if I could ask the question I wanted to. I barely knew Mick, but yet he had given this intimate side of himself to me. "He's really poz?" It wasn't an intrusive question compared to what he had already offered me. "Yeah. He is. And the guy at the gym. Eli." He squeezed his hole around my cock, coating it with semen from the two men. "He was too. Poz, I mean." It was more than just a physical sensation; it was as if the cum carried far more. It was the DNA of the sperm, transmitting the two men's genetic inheritance and it was the RNA of the virus, transmitting the men's eventual downfall. There was something else there; something powerful and emotional. I just had to experience it; it would never be explained by reason or logic. As my cock soaked in the liquid, mental images and emotional traces of Mick's experiences came to me. I could see Eli the muscular black man that had fucked Mick at the gym, and how grateful Eli was for the chance to release his sexual frustration into Mick's strong, masculine body. I could feel the love that Mick's partner had for Mick and how the two of them used insemination as a way to celebrate and deepen that that love. I had no explanation for it other than I was learning from the semen in Mick's ass. There was also something else there: something furtive that slipped away as soon as I tried to focus on it. It was something evil, scared, and angry. "You feel it too, don't you? The darkness?" Mick asked. "It's the virus. It doesn't like being thwarted. It needs to infect us and it needs to spread. It needs it so badly" Once he had named the dark sentiment was easy for me to focus on it and understand it. It was a dark knight and it was a strong, relentless and deadly predator. It wasn't used to being defeated; over the years it had taken far too many victims and it reveled in its own carnage. "But we are powerful now. Armored and well defended. It's enraged, so it is going fight hard." "But," I stammered, "We're ok, right?" I had been promised that the virus had met its match, and I hoped we were both safe behind the walls Truvada had built. "Of course we are. Now, stop worrying about AIDS and fuck me, Seth." I tried to forget about the dangers of what I was doing, as Mick continued. "Fuck me like you mean it." I pulled my cock out, leaving just the tip still inside of Mick. My shaft was coated with cum. Seeing such hard evidence of how slutty Mick was and knowing my load would be the next in his collection drove me crazy and I slammed my cock back into his hole and all the accumulated poz seed. Mick grunted. "That's what I am talking about," Mick moaned. "That's what I fuckin' need." He was loud enough that I worried that people outside could hear it. "That's what I want, Seth. Don't stop." I pulled out again, and slammed my cock back into him. The force pushed him forward so I grabbed his hips and held him in place. I needed to feel the entire length of my cock buried inside his hole. I slid past the pools of cum in his butt, spreading the thick fluid across the insides of his body, before finally settling deep into Mick's guts. I held my cock steady in place and it pulsed slightly before emitting a drop of pre-cum. It was my first fluid exchange with another man. The full impact of what I had just done took a while to penetrate my mind, clouded as it was by the pleasures of sex. I hadn't swapped my fluids with any one, not a fuck buddy nor even a boyfriend. This first time was with a stranger, someone I had barely met. Even worse, it was while I was at a pharmacy picking up my prescription for PrEP. If that didn't permanently mark me as a Truvada slut, I don't know what would have. I sighed in pleasure. The day and the weekend were getting off to a very good start. I hoped that it also foretold what the rest of the month and the school year was going to be like. But those thoughts were a distraction from the task at hand. I pulled my dick out, and then pushed it back into Mick. It was amazing how good he felt. His hole was wet and smooth and warm, like the longest kiss my cock had ever gotten. I could feel every inch of Mick's ass, every slight objection to my penetration and every eager gulp of my shaft. With each stroke, I learned something new about Mick, some part of his desire. I understood how sex was supposed to feel. I would never be able to put a condom on again and lose this pleasure. "Oh hell yeah," Mick moaned, as I slammed my cock in and out of him. "Breed me, man,╙ he continued. I stopped trying to analyze the situation, and instead just focused on how damn good it felt to be fucking this man. It seemed to go far too fast, and before I knew it, my balls were tensing up and my cock was vibrating with pent-up need. "Don't pull out," he moaned. "Fucking let me have your seed." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. "I can't hold back," I said. "Just do it," Mick groaned. His ass tightened around my shaft, kissing it and milking out the last bit of precum. I closed my eyes, shoved my dick all the way in, and let my animal instincts take over. Bareback sex gave me an orgasm unlike one I had ever had before. I felt every drop of cum travel down the length of my shaft, and it flow into Mick's hungry ass. There was nothing held back between us. There was nothing to protect Mick from me, and nothing to prevent me from fertilizing his hole. The first spurt of cum was quickly followed by another, and then another and then one more. In the throes of the orgasm, it was hard to stay standing, but my cock was doing all the thinking necessary. My erection needed to be inside of Mick's wet hole, and my bestial instincts made sure my body maintained the balance needed. "Oh FUCK," I grunted. I hoped that people in the next room couldn't hear us. "Give it to me," Mick said. He squeezed his hole around my cock, and milked out another spurt. Without a rubber, I could feel just how hungry his hole was and how badly he needed my load. For a brief moment, I wondered if he could ever be satiated. But then, my cock demanded attention, and I focused on the pleasure of Mick's warm hole, tensing and releasing as he drained my balls of their load. "Oh hell yeah," he continued. "Damn," I said, as the last few drops of spooge dribbled out of my cock and into his hole. "That was fucking amazing." "That was bareback fucking," Mick said. "That was how men are supposed to have sex." I nodded in silent agreement. It was hard to think about anything; my mind was still clouded by the intensity of the orgasm. My dick was still buried in Mick's hole, and every slight movement from either of us reminded me how unbearably sensitive my dick was. "Think you can go back to rubberized sex now?" he asked me, understanding the struggle I was now contemplating. I slowly pulled my cock out of Mick. The ridges of my dick head pressed against the bare skin. It was just barely lubricated by the cum I had just deposited inside of Mick, and every move was a torrent of sensation. "Never," I said. As my cockhead pulled out, a small drop of white fluid dripped out of his hole. I reached down and pressed it back into him. "Yeah," Mick said. "You know how it is. I want every drop." His own penis was straining against the fabric of his jock strap. I thought for a moment he was going to start jacking off, but he turned around and faced me. "We have to do that again," he said, and pulled on his chinos. I stuffed my softening cock into my underwear and zipped up my shorts. "Yeah," I said, still not quite able to think clearly. "Don't forget your pills," Mick said, grabbing the white bottle off the desk and handing it to me. "Better living through chemistry, huh?" "For sure," I said. Mick put on his polo shirt. It was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago, he was practically naked, bent over the desk, and letting me fuck him bareback. "Uh," I stammered. "Here," he said, reaching into his pocket and extracting a card. "Give me a shout." He handed it to me; it had a name and a phone number on it. "Ok," I said. Reality was slowly sinking in. I needed to get going; there was a lab session I would just barely make in time. "Awesome," Mick said. He adjusted his clothes, and ran his hand over his head. With his close-cropped hair, it was a pointless gesture, but it forced a change in his bearing. He was no longer a bareback cum hound, but a young, professional man. The entire encounter had barely been fifteen minutes, but it was a window onto a world I desperately wanted to be a part of. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out. The people milling about in the waiting room barely noticed us. I wondered how they would have reacted if they had known what we had been doing. "Remember," Mick said. "Take the medicine regularly." I smiled, and headed out. As I walked out, I pulled out my phone. There was a message from Jon waiting for me. "Did you get your prescription?" "Yeah," I wrote back. "And I fucked the pharmacist as well." "Seriously?" "Yeah. He was on Prep as well." "Prep sluts are fucking hot. A guy taking care of himself, so he can take every load without fear." There was a brief pause. Jon was still typing. "Did you take your first dose yet?" "Yeah. Right before I fucked him." "So fucking hot. Two young studs, being safe. Taking care of themselves." He continued. "All so they can have sex without fear. Without condoms. With anyone they want." "I know," I wrote back. My ass was quivering in anticipation. I now needed to know what Mick had felt as a raw cock slid into his hole. "Now, you just have to remember to take it tomorrow morning. We're going to keep you up late tonight." "Good. I hope so," I texted back, before disappearing into the chemistry building.

PART 1 It was a little after 6:30 in the morning as Darin walked out of his favorite bath house. The cool air of fall made him shiver a bit. Or was his shiver because he had just spent the last nine and a half hours at Man's Country sucking dicks, getting fucked, and having cum loads shot in his ass? He smiled contentedly. He didn't care. He turned north and walked still smiling and remembering the seven loads of cum he had swallowed and the dozen that had been planted in his ass. Darin was headed home now after a not so shabby night. He felt the hours settling in on him. He shifted his backpack and kept walking through the quiet night with the silence broken only by an occasional car, truck or bus passing by on the street. He met no one on his walk to his bus stop. He wasn't afraid but did keep a wary eye out as things did happen in Chicago. His biker boots lightly sounded on the pavement with each step. His Levi's felt good on his legs after having swapped his chaps for them. He had stuffed his black jock into his backpack along with his bottle of lube, poppers, Maximum Impact, neckerchief, and two dildos. He loved wearing the chaps at MC. And, from always the good times he had when he wore them, the men who also visited MC enjoyed him wearing the outfit, too. He looked up in time to see the walk signal turn white for him to cross Foster. He hurried a little just to be sure but he had plenty of time reaching the other side of the street with time to spare. It was now a waiting game for one of CTA's finest to take him home. He backed himself up to the wall of the store and leaned against it somewhat resting himself. Not a bad night at all indeed he thought proudly. Such a night validated that he still had what it took to attract the moths to his flame. Darin was 42 years old, stood six feet tall, weighed 155 pounds of muscles he maintained from walking, running, swimming, and biking. He wasn't a fanatic about himself but did try to keep a nice appearance. His hairy arms, legs, and chest matched the full beard and moustache that he had of a dark rich walnut wood colour. His shaved head was such a contradiction. His blue eyes sparkled with mischievousness. His cut 7 inches of dick ran down his right pant leg as his two nice size balls nestled in the left pant leg. He had made sure that Willy and his gang had had their own fun tonight delivering a hefty load into that butt just before he left. On a night like tonight, Darin was a patient man. He had had an excellent fun time. But, it was time to go home and get some sleep. Where was that bus? He pushed off the wall stepping to the curb and looking down the street. Nothing. He returned and settled back once more. As Darin waited at the stop looking down the street occasionally, he noticed a dark figure heading his way. Darin didn't stare at the figure but noticed how it was getting closer each time that he looked in the direction from which the bus would be coming. The dark figure walked into the lighted corner area in a few minutes. Darin glanced closely as the Hispanic man came to a stop on the sidewalk. He had on a Yankees black ball cap turned round, sneakers, jeans slung low, dark t-shirt, and several gold chains hung about his neck. He moved about in the bus stop area not settling anywhere in particular. He was probably 5 and a half feet tall, weighed maybe 140 pounds at most, muscular, tattooed, and olive colored skin. After moving about for several minutes, he finally backed up to a utility pole and settled in to wait as Darin was doing. Still, Darin looked for the bus but made a point also to look in his direction seeming to look down the street.

Agreed. Once I looked into the statistics I was struck by the relatively low risk of transmission. Thats the the real answer to the OP. Yes its possible but it is so unlikely that you could fuck daily for well over a year before the odds start catching up to him.

PART 3 "TWELVE!" the bus stop companion yelled as his eyes widened to owl-like size. "TWELVE! Maaaannnnn, you got to be kidding me." "No. I don't kid about my numbers," Darin said matter-of-factly. Once more the two stood in silence as the newcomer's brain processed what a dozen meant. He stood close to Darin looking down at the sidewalk and back up at him. The newcomer put his hands in his pockets and continued to contemplate what he had heard. He stared at the sidewalk for a couple of minutes before turning his head up slightly at Darin. "So, you're like Jell-o, eh?" he said smiling. Darin nodded yes. He looked back down at the sidewalk for a short bit then walked off in the direction from which he had come. When he reached the alley, he stepped off the sidewalk and to the middle of the alleyway and stopped as he turned facing into the alley. He looked back at Darin and jerked his head. He stood there momentarily and walked into the alley leaving Darin's sight. Darin stood there for a few moments before following but follow him he did into the alley. The pair walked further back into the dark. Darin saw the guy disappear which slowed his footsteps until he neared where the guy had gone out of sight. "Eh, back here," Darin heard a low voice coming from behind a dumpster. He hesitated. The guy stepped forward a bit so that Darin could see him and then backed away into the dark once more. Darin followed finding himself in a darkened area next to a building, a construction dumpster, and piles of materials and debris. His eyes focused and found his bus stop companion a few feet further in this darkness. He removed his backpack in case it was needed for defensive action to an attack which did not come. He took another six steps or so forward and saw finally that there was a dick hanging out of the sagging jeans of the man from the bus stop. Darin dropped his backpack on the ground and walked forward kneeling down. He reached down taking the uncut long thick dick into his hand and bent his head forward swallowing the entire length. It filled his mouth absolutely to capacity. He began working on the uncut dick licking it and pulling back off to the head and stuffing it back inside his wet warm mouth. The dick began to fill with blood and harden to its fullest size. Darin's mouth registered it as at least 8 inches long and tasted wonderful. More and more Darin worked the dick in his mouth not only to get it hard but to move its owner to eventual orgasm. Several minutes passed as Darin worked on the large uncut dick. He heard an occasional gentle intake of air or gasp or even an "ahhhh" pass out of the dick owner's mouth. He continued to work harder to add to his collection of cum loads swallowed for the evening or actually morning as it was now. To his surprise, the dick was unceremoniously yanked from his mouth. "Drop your jeans," the man demanded moving behind Darin. Darin quickly undid them pushing them down as he felt the man kneel behind him. Darin spread his legs as best he could and got on all fours. He felt the wet head of the dick he had been sucking guided to his hole and pressure applied. There was a bit of hesitation because of the lack of sufficient lube but soon his muscle popped open allowing the hood to be peeled back off his bus man's dick as the head sank deeply inside Darin. Two hard thrusting jerks and Darin felt his ass burning a bit as the entire length had now penetrated as far as it could inside him. Darin moaned and felt euphoric once more at having his ass stuffed with such a wonderful dick. Then, his bus stop companion began the sex dance that Darin had experienced so many times that night but not quite as good as how this chance meeting of a sex partner was doing to his ass right now. His shoulders were gripped hard as this man rammed his dick in and out of Darin's ass full length and with great deep thrusts. Over and over Darin felt the head of the dick inside him hit his prostate as it made its way fully inside where it bottomed out roughly before returning to its retreat to begin another attack. Darin began moaning and pushing backwards after a couple of minutes because of the fabulous sensation of such a stupendous fuck he was receiving. Darin didn't want this fuck to end. But, all good things do come to an end and this time way too soon for Darin's liking. He heard a low growl coming from behind him as his fucker began pounding his ass even harder and faster. The growling picked up in volume as the speed and intensity increased as driven by the growling. The sound of skin slapping against skin increased as Darin's fucker began to hit the strides of his sex dance.

Keep upthe great work love blasting a load to your stories

Awesome as always.

Hot pics! I bet you leave them happy!

One that has all the control and just gets as many to come and fill our holes full as possible.

MackyJay, cool, I love your writing and have shot many a load dreaming about being one of those bottoms!!!!!

PART 9 My breathing was heavy. Daddy chuckled and patted my belly. He stepped once more to his bag and returned to the end of the sling. "This will help soothe you," he said. "It will also help prepare you for your next step. I am leaving you here momentarily but will return. You're making excellent progress white boy that wants to belong to me. Excellent progress indeed." I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. As the last of his words were uttered, I felt a pressure at my hole which pushed me wide open as Daddy determinedly inserted a dildo filling me with a gasp. My insides felt tingly and alive. And, then, he was out the door. I began a vigil of aloneness. I had no alternative but to wait considering my position. I would not have left anyway. Time passed but I had no way of telling how long it was until I heard the key in the lock. "Well, what have we here?" I heard an unknown voice say as I turned toward it. "Looks like Dad was right. He's done gone and got himself another white boy to turn." He laughed. From what I could see, a black man in his twenties about my height and weight was now standing at the end of the sling. "Dad sent me in to set you up for the coming attraction tonight. He do know how to reel us in don't he? It's that whispered voice of his. It's a magnet. Your the moth that is flying into the flame, white boy, and you're going to get burned if you aren't already." He smiled big at me. "He didn't tell you about me or what all he's going to do. Looks like you already consented seeing those nipples and your balls all trussed up and your wrists and ankles all bound up. Dad do have a way, and he always gets his way. So, now, white boy, meet one of your older black brothers who's going to help make you a part of this family." I felt his hand at my ass and then felt the emergency exit flash rush of the dildo being violently yanked from my ass. He laid the black wet dildo on the shelf turning his attention back to me. He placed his hands on my buttocks pulling them open. I felt a touch just above my hole. It pulled away and was now below it. The third touch was to the left side where pressure was applied. "Hang on, white boy. It's show time with your brother." I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. The pressure mounted as this "brother" of mine pushed harder and harder until at long last his dick head slid toward my hole plunging through my sphincter spreading me wide open as he plunged balls deep inside me. I jerked upright at the searing and burning pain. He no sooner was deep inside me than he pulled almost all the way out and began to fuck me hard and deep. Nothing else was said by him but he smiled continuously as he pounded my hole hard. In no time at all, I was loving the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of my hole. He rode my ass like a champ that I knew he had to be if was a son of Daddy. "FUCK! DAMN! BITCH!" I heard him scream as he slammed deep into me holding himself there as his dick erupted repeatedly spewing out a huge load of cum. He pulled himself out of my ass and smiled as he continued to cool down. He picked up Daddy's chalice, and I heard the telltale sound of him pissing. He hauled up the clear tube until the funnel reached his hand. He hoisted the glass to his lips and drank pouring the remaining piss into the funnel. I drank with a great thirst. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. There was a knock at the door. My brother opened it. "He's all yours now, bro." He left as a new man entered. He was black, stood about 6 feet tall, had a shaved head but full beard and moustache. He was, well, emaciated looking. I noticed he moved slowly. When he reached the end of the sling, I saw there were several dark splotches varying in size on his torso. He looked around the room and finally back at me. He said nothing but began to fondle himself. I looked at him and deep into his eyes. Then, my eyes once more began moving over the body of this new man. When I focused on the third splotch on his torso, I stopped and looked hard at it. My heart skipped a beat, and my brain went blank. I stared hard at the distinct splotches turning my eyes back to his. My brain issued a final report: Yes, those had to be KS lesions. I had tensed my body on my suspicion but now I found peace with my conclusion. I lay back willing the tenseness to depart and moaned with desire. I understood. I shook my head slowly up and down. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. He stepped closer guiding his dick to my hole finding it the first try. He placed his hands on my hip girdle and began a slow gradual intimate invasion of my ass. His mushroom head dick was huge. He spread my sphincter with a quick snap open then slid his dick inside me slowly no doubt savouring every inch as I was savouring his entry. I had no room to breathe in my ass. My head was flopping left and right as he inched slowly inside me. Once completed, he rested himself. I know that time can not be judged when secured in a sling. He must have fucked me slowly with great intimacy for at least fifteen or twenty minutes. The feeling was awesome at how he filled me to capacity. I knew that no other man had ever put a bigger dick than his in my ass. He then suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out of my ass. He picked up the chalice, and we shared his piss. As he left, he stopped and bent down to my ear. "Dad has a good white boy in you. He chose well, little white brother," and kissed me on what would have been my lips. "You showed no fear after you found out, and you did find out. I saw it in your eyes. And, you should know that you took two high octane deliveries from me. We all got ours from Dad." He patted me on the head and left. I lay there mulling over what I had heard. I want to be your poz white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do.

PART 2 "It ain't coming from that direction," Darin heard. He turned his head back to look at the speaker. "You been looking at me since I got here. Not dumb." Darin smiled, "Well, the garage is that way. There could be one coming from that direction." "Not this time of morning yet," he said. "So, you no dummy. You gotta be looking at something else. Must be me." He pushed off the utility pole and looked all around the corner. "You must like what you see." He said and smirked. The cocky little guy was right as Darin did like what he saw. But, he wouldn't let him know that. "Must be the morning air is all," he said looking at the new rider for a moment then turning his head away. Darin had no idea where this might be headed and thought it prudent to be cautious. "What you doin' out this time of morning," he asked. "You don't look like your headed to work." "I'm headed home after a night of . . . having fun out on the town," Darin said catching himself. The new man shuffled around the area a bit more walking to the curb between the two crosswalks where he stood looking around and up and down each street. He turned and came back approaching Darin. Darin saw him peripherally stop about two feet away. He grinned slightly then. Darin turned to look at him. He jerked his head saying, "You been partying the night away. Down 'bout three blocks I bet." He grinned showing a big toothy smile. "No prob, dude. No prob. Been there myself." "Oh?" Darin said not committing himself to anything. "Yeah. Heard 'bout the place and checked it out. Totally hot. Don't go often but get in a mood to bang a butt on a man or two an' good a place as any to pick from," he said almost excitedly. "Got me a hot momma but she don't do head. Get my pene worked over by good mouth an' bang a butt. WOW! Sometimes twice." He laughed, and Darin could see his eyes shining with glee. Darin's defences wavered. "Well, I've seen that once or twelve times maybe," he smiled now a little. "Have you ever banged a butt and the guy never saw your face?" "Oh, no. Guys always look up at me when they got my pene in their mouth," he laughed. "They get big surprise from me." He laughed again. "They tell me my pene is bigger than I am." With that, he guffawed heartily as Darin tried to make sense of what was so funny. Then, he looked closer at the front of the sagging jeans on his sidewalk sharer. "That sounds like a talent to be proud of that you have," Darin said. "Ever think of going to the place more often? I usually go on Friday and Saturday and spend the night and maybe once more during the week for a few hours." "Naw. Just when the mood to get a blow. Started for just a blow but banged a butt first time there. OOOOOOOOOO! Nice one!" he smiled and rolled his eyes. "You go three nights a week to bang a butt? Damn, man! You need to get you a harem, man." He laughed. "Well, I didn't say I banged a butt," Darin said without laughing. The laughter stopped, and his bus stop companion looked at him quizzically followed by a very long pause as he studied Darin. "Man, you get your butt banged?" he asked in a hesitating and disbelieving voice. "Every chance I can," Darin said looking directly at him. Silence passed between the two as the reality of what Darin had said sunk into his brain. He kept looking at Darin and down the street presumably for the bus and across the street. The stranger began walking around in a wandering not defined pattern as he muttered to himself but his eyes kept returning to look at Darin. Finally, he walked closer to Darin and stopped. "You kidding, right? You like your butt banged," he asked in earnest. "I do indeed," Darin said looking right at him and smiled slightly. "I like it a lot." He pondered this information but kept his eyes on Darrin. "So, like, you spent the night there getting banged?" "Yes," Darin said. More silence with looks. "Man, you don't look like you'd want your butt banged," he said with a surprised look. "How many times?" "Twelve men shoved their dicks in my ass, rode me hard, and delivered all they had way up deep inside my ass. Not a bad night if I do say so myself. And, I swallowed another seven loads. But, just like Jell-o, there's always room for one more," Darin said giving a look down at his bus stop companion's crotch.

Had four cocks today.... my BF was here and we JO'd together... Pretty tame. Worked on my boat and then got home and blazed up... hit up my hung black rentb-y to come over and fuck me. Damned if he didn't leave a load deep in my ass and then force another one down my throat for good measure. He is the hottest young kid. Won't look at me when he fucks me but he loves my mouth and my ass. He fucks me harder than anyone else (and that's a lot of guys). The second one was my black straight boyfriend. He loves coming over and smoking with me and then he just makes love to my ass like it's the last one he'll ever have. He actually has made my ass have an orgasm... or whatever it was. He has a big belly but a hot cock, and is handsome. Struggling with pot smoking like I am so we bond. He left my second hot load in my hole. Finally, a few false starts on fucking with guys on the usual apps and websites. Then I answered a CL ad by a young bi curious guy looking to smoke some pot and maybe get off. Well, he was skinny and sort of dorky and the advertised 8in was not... nevertheless I sucked him and got him rock hard then he just said - sit on me and laid back on the couch. I did a reverse cowgirl and rode his dick... it didn't take more than a minute or two and he slammed a load inside me. I still had remnants of the other two loads so when he pulled out I heard a splat on the floor. Got him out of here and backed up to the mirror and pushed out a heft load. It squirted out into the glass I hold under my ass. It was too good to put in the freezer with my frozen collection so I drank it down. I love all this fucking around. I am not only cheating on my boyfriend - I am also cheating on my hot black Master who is going to beat the shit out of me when he finds cum in my ass in the AM. He comes by to fuck me some mornings. Yes, you could say just clean it out and he won't know. That isn't the point... if you get my drift. I want him to leave marks...

Just receved the text: Him- Ayyy bitch, git dat azz over hea Me- I still sore from last nite, stud Him- No fucks given, bish. Git...here...NOW! Me-..... Ok, give me some time to clean myself out Him- Aiight, hurry the fuck up. My dick is hard and I need yo mouth and pussy on it now! (Sends dick pick) *sigh* A man after my on heart. Story and possible pics/vid to follow.

PART 8 Daddy lifted up high the funnel followed by the chalice. He began to slowly pour the piss into the funnel. I watched as the liquid raced through the clear tubing toward me. I felt a gush of warm liquid fill my mouth. My reflexes were overwhelmed momentarily but my brain reacted as did I and the warm liquid was swallowed quickly. I saw Daddy pour more and more warm liquid from his chalice baptising my throat as I swallowed every drop until there was none left. My body yearned for more but never would I demand it. I would satisfy myself with what he gave me . . . and rejoice. The funnel was lowered and the chalice set on a shelf. "Good boy," Daddy said with a very pleased smile on his face. "Don't be concerned. You obeyed without protest or hesitation. Be honest: Was that the first time?" I shook my head yes. Daddy looked into my eyes deeply and found satisfaction with my truth. He patted me on my head. "If you are as willing and obedient for your next training, you will drink again." He turned to his bag once more selecting items finally laying them on the shelf. Even if I had had the ability to speak I would not have said a word. This man was a god to me. My only consternation was that I could not answer why he was. I satisfied myself with knowing it was a truth which I could not and would not reject. I was his as far as I was concerned. I belonged to a Daddy whom I had met less than an hour ago. But, it was right. I refocused and found Daddy snapping a leather device around my balls which also draped down covering them. There were some chains attached. His work went quickly. He ceremoniously picked up a weight which was attached to a long chain. He moved the weight and chain up over my body draping it over my left shoulder. When he released the weight, the chain went taut snapping into place as my balls were yanked upward where they had been lying. I strained my head forward and saw both balls wrapped in a leather item that had three chains coming from it with the other ends in an O-ring where the long chain went up and over my shoulder. There was a suddenness that caused a quick muffled cry from me. I hushed at my Daddy's soothing voice of expert paternity. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. Daddy picked up another item and stood beside me. He unscrewed the item, pinched my left nipple and pulled it as far from my body as he could. Carefully, he began to tighten the screw causing two black rubber coated bars to close together. Once caught in the snare, Daddy released his hold on my nipple adjusting the bars more easily. When he reached a point that I began to thrash about, he backed out the screw but left it decidedly making its presence known. He repeated the same process on my right nipple. I was by this time almost in tears of joy. He looked down at his handiwork and smiled at me. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. "Daddy's white boys must be scrubbed clean. Did you scrub yourself clean before coming here tonight?" he asked. I shook my head up and down. "Good. Did you scrub yourself clean inside before coming here tonight?" he asked. I lay there; I didn't know what he meant. I cleaned myself but I didn't scrub myself. I thought hard trying to decipher what he meant. It made no sense. I could tell my forehead was furrowed in confusion. Time was passing and Daddy needed an answer. It had to be the truth, so, I moved my head from side to side. "Your Daddy didn't think you had. You cleaned yourself inside, yes, but you did not scrub yourself inside. That's okay that you haven't. Your Daddy is prepared. This time your Daddy will do it for you," he said soothingly. With every whispered mesmerizing word, I became more relaxed. He wasn't angry with me as I was anticipating. I would have to learn what he meant and prepare myself for any future times. He reached down to his bag, retrieved something and went to stand at my butt. I felt his fingers pushing my buttocks apart followed by a prickly feel at my hole. "This will hurt a bit but you want me to do it, don't you? You want me to scrub away the old so that you can be given a new life, don't you?" he asked quietly. I shook my head up and down vigorously. A sharp scratching feeling invaded me. It was being turned as the sharp feeling went further and further inside me. I tried to bolt upright. Daddy chuckled withdrawing and continued turning whatever it was inside me. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do.

Hi guys - this is an interactive post... I look forward to your feedback I don't know about you - but hotel rooms always make me horny. Partly because I love anonymous sex, but also because I always wonder about who else has stayed in the room - and what adventures they got into while they were here. Was it a couple (gay or straight)? And if so, did being in a strange room in a strange town make them more adventuresome? Or was it some guy on a business trip cheating on his wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/husband? What did they do? Suck, fuck, WS? - and where did they do it? (the bed, the shower, the window???) Did they play safe or go raw? And if raw, both neg? Both poz? Mixed? Were they honest about their status? I was thinking about this my last trip to NYC and thinking it would be hot if there was a website or App so when you checked into your hotel room, you could log in, and find out who and done what to who - and where in your room (and then of course fill in what you had done) It would be really hot if you could read about the same encounter - from both sides... the nervous married guy on a business trip - having sex with a guy for the first time since summer camp as a kid. And then maybe read about it from the hustlers perspective.... OR... maybe it was a guy wearing a wedding ring, posing as another nervous married guy "who doesn't do this very often"... but in fact is a poz stealthier? Who knows... maybe one of you out there is a techie and can create the app.... but until then, maybe some of you guys can help "beta test" the idea by posting some of your hotel adventures? The fields I was thinking the site would need were: Town Name of Hotel Room number Date (optional) Were you hosting or visiting Where/how did you meet (in person at a bar, online?) What did you do (more explicit the better of course) So how about it guys.... any of you want to try this out?

PART 7 We embraced for several minutes until he released me. As I unwrapped my arms from around him, he put his mighty hands under my arm pits lifting me easily up off the floor. He turned around and sat me on a leather bed attached to the ceiling by chains. As he laid me backwards, I grabbed and held two of the chains until I was seated. He told me to move downward so that my ass was just hanging off the edge of the sling. He raised one of my feet to a strap and secured each ankle. He did the same to my wrists. He smiled at me with an approving nod at how I accepted everything. Butterflies were all flying in my stomach because of excitement and the unknown. I watched as he opened a bag in a corner. I hadn't noticed the bag before. He pulled out something that had a tube wrapped around it which he loosened. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a large plastic glass which he sat on a shelf. He stood up and held up for me to see what looked like a mask with a small black rubber dick. He put the black rubber dick to my mouth which I opened readily and wrapped my lips around it when it was seated. He pulled the straps behind my head where I felt him secure them in position. I could see a clear tube coming out of the exterior part. He bent back down to the bag and stood upright positioning a funnel to the end of the tube. "I can tell my white boy is thirsty, and I'm going to give him some of my own special water which he must swallow. Until he learns how thirsty he is for his Daddy's water, this is how it will be given. Before the night is over, my little white boy will drink from his Daddy's tap," he purred at me. He then turned and picked up the glass, walked to the bed, and stepped up onto it turning to face me. He unsnapped three points on his black leather jock removing it and dropping it onto the bed. My head reeled at what I saw in the middle of his crotch area. Hanging down was a prodigious uncut black dick that even from the distance that I lay from him I could see veins that looked enormous. I must admit the sight scared me. His dick was soft but had to be at least nine inches and thick. I could also see that hanging behind this massive amount of meat were two oversized balls in a sac that hung at least three quarters of the way down the length of his dick. Then, I looked at his face and all of his body, and it all made sense and was proportional. This black Man was here for a purpose . . . and so was I. Grit and determination solidified into my soul as I began to myself a mantra chant: I want to be your white boy for tonight, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy for tonight, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I want to be your white boy, Daddy, and will do whatever you tell me to do. I looked up once more into his eyes as I kept repeating my mantra. I looked not to challenge him but attempting to see into my soul. I willed him to see me as each chorus of my mantra rang out inside my head. I lay relaxed and at ease as I saw him standing over me as a god. From out of nowhere, an aura began to glow about him growing stronger. I redoubled saying my mantra. Daddy . . . Daddy reached down grasped and lifted up the end of his dick. He peeled back the black hood as he put the glass beneath the head of his dick. A flow of his secondary nectar escaped through his piss slit and began filling the glass. I watched as the level rose higher until the flow stopped as it neared about an inch from the top. Daddy moved his dick from inside the glass and let it drop downward where it hung pendulously with the hood working its way back over the head. I thought to myself, I will become well trained and obedient and returned to my mantra. He stood there looking at me sedately poised for my initiation. He stepped down off the bed and walked to my side. He ceremoniously raised the cup as if it were a chalice and drank from it. Once Daddy had drunk leaving about two thirds of his piss in the glass. He stood there looking down at me helplessly secured in the sling. No, now, willingly secured in the sling. I could not understand why he was just standing there. Then, I knew. He had willed the answer to me. I began flashing my eyes from the chalice to his eyes to a downward glance hoping to indicate my mouth and backward to the chalice repeating the trio of looks several times. I had to try to get him to understand and kept up my desperate attempt at communication. With frustration and much agitation on my part, I finally began to plead despite having a rubber black dick stuck in my mouth which prevented normal speech. I called out, "Dahthy, pwleath." I was rewarded with a broader smile.

Part XV My buddies had just filled my ass full of their poz cum in the restroom. I had cum, too, as the last load entered me. I was so drunk it really wasn't registering that much. They got my pants up for me and helped me back to our table. I was really only about half there and again tipped up the drink in front of me and downed it all. Buddies were talking but it wasn't registering much. I just sat there, mostly, with a grin on my plastered face. My next awareness was buddies helping me up and telling me the door was about to be opened again and we needed to get over there and get our other buds out of that room. We lined up and they were holding me up as my legs were just rubbery as hell. Then came that infernal countdown again. 10-9 I tried to focus but it was hard in my drunken state. 8-7-6 What were my buds saying? 5-4-3 Something about all of us ought to go for once and stay together? 2-1 The door was opening and out came our other 3 buddies and the poz parade bud too. Buddies holding me up were explaining what they had done and wanted to do. A little discussion went on then and something from parade bud about lots of loads. That seemed to be the decision maker, then, as the countdown started for the door closing. 10-9-8-7 I was moving towards that door or more exactly was being half carried towards it. 6-5-4-3 Wait, I'm not supposed to be entering there. 2-1 The door closed and I couldn't see a thing. I was half carried half dragged aside then and surrounded by my buddies. They were talking to me saying something about staying right beside me all the time. I was trying to make heads or tails of what they were talking about but was too dazed to understand. Then they were all helping take my clothes off and helping me to lay down. Good, I needed to sleep this alcohol off. Way too many drinks. There all naked and laying on my back on, what?, felt like the floor. What the heck, where is my bed? I kind of felt my legs being lifted up and then, bam, something rammed up my ass and started pounding away in me. My eyes were starting to get used to the very dim lighting. I could just make out a face a bit, now clearer, and it was my buddy from the parade. He was smiling and telling me how great my ass felt around his cock. Must be dreaming of the parade I thought, but damn, this didn't feel like a dream. His huge cock just kept reaming my ass out and it was feeling better and better. I could feel my own cock now getting hard. He was pummeling my prostate and wow was it feeling good. He kept up a nice slow but hard in and out, driving me crazy. My cock was so hard it was almost hurting. Then I could see that my work buddies were all there too and watching and they were all naked too and stroking their cocks. One of them finally leaned over and stuck his dick at my mouth and I opened and let him in and started to suck him. After a good 15 minutes, the parade guy, leaned towards me and pushed my buddy out of the way and leaned in to me and kissed me and said here it comes. He told me his viral load was much higher now than it had been 3 months ago and I was going to get a big load of his poz cum. I just wrapped my legs around him tight as he bottomed out in me and started to cum. When he was done another of my buddies, got between my legs and started to fuck me. When he had cum in me another bud took his place and another till they had all cum in me. I had also cum twice during this. Then some guy we didn't know wanted to know if he could have a turn. My buddies all asked him if he was poz or not. He told them he sure was and had a really high count too. They all looked at me and I nodded and the guy knelt and felt my ass first. Then I felt him ram a couple of fingers in me and I almost screamed when he pulled them out, scraping the hell out of my insides with his fingernails. He held his hand up in front of me and I could see his nails were long and probably sharp as hell. Then he grinned and rammed his cock in me. I had not seen it but I sure felt it. It had to be as big or bigger than my parade bud. He immediately started to just plow my hole hard and fast. This was not a fucking, it was just a plain old beat my hole to pieces and tear it up, wreck it and then fill it and man did he fill it. I think he produced more cum than all the others combined. As he filled me I was cumming again from that kind of pounding. Then he pulled out and told my buds thanks and he bet if they hadn't converted me, he surely did. Then we heard the count down again to open the door. My buddies helped me up and practically carried me out of that room and to our table. I was still naked and they had to help me get dressed right there in front of everyone.

“Who are you?” He was drinking his coffee… evening… In our timetable almost dawn… I got fucked by almost 40 men on the ping pong table… until dawn the wolves were fed… sister moon should be pleased from the sacrificed lambs …three double slams… he took me to the sauna where we had spent a night few days ago… he fucked me under the shower stall… made me kneel and drank piss from three different men including the janitor of the sauna… then took me to the same 212 private room, where he gave me another slam and fucked me again … three loads, a piss inside and another load from the janitor again… yes… the slut in me is satisfied but still wired… We had light dinner at the sauna bar… pasta with tomato sauce for me… a hot dog for him… then we went back to the room where we had a light siesta… we cuddled… his cock stayed in me all the time while he snored lightly… I couldn’t sleep… maybe nod for few minutes but that was all… the slams were keeping me excited… I had water beside… I was drinking without taking his cock out… Yeap. I have my moves… all cumdumps should have their own “sheet music” moves to keep the Top happy and satisfied, even without him knowing exactly what you do or how you do it… what matters is the result… the cum in your ass, the smile on the Top’s face, his snore on the bed next to your ear… those are all what matter… After the siesta in 212 sauna room, we came back in the café… a towel around our waist. Relaxed… like two friends who just happened to meet in a friendly all male environment… But relaxed we weren’t. Somehow, talk was a bit awkward between us… he would fuck me, make me a cumdump, slam my veins, piss on me, piss in me, share my hole with other fuckers, recharge me with poz loads, but words were not easy… Probably because of my thick accent … maybe it was his Viking accent… To be honest I could find poetry in his voice but I guess he could find only uncomprehensive mumble from my part after all the slams he was giving me. I do not blame him… a cumdump on a sling or on a ping pong table or kneeling on a bed in front of an open sauna door is not truly expected to carry any kind of logic apart from the self destructive mode… the hole offering to any cock doesn’t make any sense… and I am the one who definitely loses any kind of logic when the flash registers and the chems floats in my blood… no I am not going to ask for reason … or for words… so I won’t be bitchy for his awkward silence… It just happened that it was the first time I felt awkward… the other times the silence between us was sexy… now while he was drinking his coffee and me drinking my lemonade I had the feeling that the silence had its own weight… its own significance. “Who are you…” “You know who I am, what I am, and what I do in here… I am a cumdump… a damn tourist … a slam junkie… a servant to your cock or any other cock you tell me to… a poz cum seeker…” “And is there something you want to be or it is just a phase… a fantasy trip… a kind of a two week vacation… “ I had to be careful on my answer… we were ready to cross the borders where fuck talk was becoming real people’s talk, even if we were wearing just towels around our waist. “It has started as a long weekend vacation. I was supposed to get fucked by a cock … any cock on the dark basement we met… The slam was an extra bonus on that night… even with that I am content… but somehow things took another path… and the one night stand has become a kind of journey… And I have to thank you for that… the journey you took me was and is more than what I expected…” Damn his eyes and damn his silence … “This is not true life, you know it?” “I have lived every minute of our meeting in truthiness” was my answer… “Do you think you are capable of leaving everything behind and become a full time cumdump?” It is a question that somehow I knew it was coming… SO it was my time to wear my Poker face mask… “Full time cumdump for you or for someone else?” I asked hoping to avoid the answer. “Any…” “No… not for any… the way I connected with you I do not connect with anyone… My journey has to do with you… If it was not you I would be already back on the plane doing what I know best… be a man with a proper id, proper work, proper life, proper mask. But you see I am in the sauna getting fucked by anyone, getting slammed in double doses, and drinking lemonade. And all that because of you… Simple as that…” “For me you are still a cumdump …” “I know but the question is am I just another cumdump for you?” The silence again… maybe I took it too far… maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. But I didn’t … If I hadn’t taken all these chems probably I would have kept my tongue… but I was wired… maybe even tired from keeping everything in balance… his and mine as well… enough from silence … enough from poker face. “That is a good question which I do need to answer you.. after all I owe you at least this… and here is how I will find the answer… “ He drank one more zip from his coffee… You rememebr the guy who fucked you after the second double slam… I had my eyes shut with a piece of cloth so I couldn’t see him but I remembered that there was this guy with a really thick cock who came in me three times without even getting out from my hole.. yes… thick and hairy… “Yes, I remember the fucker…” “He is Bulgarian. He loves loading cumdumps and chem whores… he seems to be impressed by you . He keeps a motel with whores… male and female. Called Inferno… His customers are truckers, losers, junkies, homeless people… poz sluts… you name it… it is all there… He was impressed by your performance on the ping pong table… So he asked me to ask you if it is ok to hire you for a few days… he will provide all the chems all the cock.. everything a cumdump like you desires… “And what about you?” “No I am not included in the deal. You go there you are all alone… no safety net… from the moment you are there you will take all the loads… you will take all the slams.. isn’t what you any cumdump would have asked for?” “Do you want me to go?” “I would love to see you take everything and everyone but since I am not included I have to admit it is a bit weird… In any other case I would just feel relieved. I am not used to have a second person at my place or share my cumdumps the way I did the last days… So I need to take some distance and think… and see where I stand and see where you satnd and what lies ahead… “ “Fair enough…” I said and I had another zip from my lemonade. “If I go, am I going to see you again after all this Inferno thing?” “That is a question I am not able to give right now… when I share I share in my own terms… I am present to the scene… Now this is completely new thing. Let’s say that in someway I am excited by the idea but in some other way I am furious by the idea… I feel territorial and that makes me angry not towards you but towards me .. I am angry with my self. I overestimated my control abilities…” It was our first talk… our first real talk… our first real true talk. And we were both exhausted. “Ok tell me what’s the deal” “Ok the deal is that you go… It is your duty as a cumdump… a test to your limits… And while you are there I will test my limits. And see if your presence is important to me or you are just another slamming whore like the rest I can fuck in any sling…” “Fair enough” I said. I could see logic… and I could see a sadness behind this bargain. “Till then I need more cum in my ass” I continued… “let’s go and fuck some more… And there is some Tina for three more slams. I want you to slam when you are in me… look the janitor. He wants more of my ass. Let’s write on the blackboard that the 212 whore is looking for loads… and let’s spend the night like that… like the way we know … because after this night all will be changed… nothing will be the same… for better or for worse…. After Inferno nothing will be the same…” And yes the bulge under his towel started to grow again. My Viking was back to his old self. A hunter looking to recharge my hole… a slammer looking to feed my veins… yes my kind of guy… Inferno could wait… at least for one more night…

To each of you who have indicated that you liked a posting of mine, I just found out that if I write a note to someone and delete that copy on my end the copy sent also disappears. If I am in error on this, I would appreciate being corrected. When someone takes the time to write to me or to indicate that they like something that I have posted, I always respond. It is courteous to do so for my part. So, if you have not received a response from me for either a message or a "like" that you made, do understand that I did respond but inadvertently deleted my message of gratitude to you. It may take me a few days as I do not always log onto this site daily, but I will respond. So, I have this now off my mind and return in my next post the following part of this tale. Bill PART 5 I cooled down on my walk back to my room. I must have had a look of divine decadence on my face as it seemed a number of men were smiling at me as others looked away quickly. All I knew was I was having fun. I rounded a corner and several men were standing around in my hallway. I worked my way through them, opened my door, went inside, and closed it. I indeed was happy. I calmed myself and decided to go for another quick walk. Out the door I went. On my way back to my room, I noticed it was close to 1:30. I still had about four and a half hours more fun time left. I was glancing around and realized that there were no other men in sight which I thought very odd. Then, I rounded a corner not looking where I was headed and ran into what felt like a reinforced concrete wall. I found I had walked into a tall black man. He had to be six and a half feet tall and built with muscles all over. When I had run into him, his arms wrapped around me keeping me from bouncing off him and hitting the floor. He was well over two hundred pounds and indeed as I inspected him so closely most definitely black in colour. There was a beautiful sheen to him. The last of my realizations was that he was wearing a lot of leather clothes: cap, harness, chaps, arm bands, jock, and boots. "Not so fast, white boy," he almost whispered in my ear with a deep basso voice that instantly mesmerized me. "You don't need to run away from me. Or were you running to me?" He grinned revealing beautiful white teeth that so contrasted with his dark skin. His voice and his eyes were transfixed on mine holding me in rapt attention to him. I didn't move. "You've been a busy boy tonight I hear," he continued with his soothing and intoxicating whisper of a voice. "Three whities that don't know how to treat a boy like you. What you need, white boy, is a real man that can knock you off your feet. Show you what to do so you can appreciate a real man . . . a real man like me. Would you like that white boy? Would you want me to show you?" he hypnotically said to me as I lost all sense of time and place. His words kept echoing in my brain and swirling around inside me as I breathed in deeply his smell. I moved my head closer to him and inhaled his aroma. It was earth shattering to me. It was like no other aroma that I had ever experienced. My eyelids sagged a little as I shook my head yes. He held onto me taking a couple of steps backward turning as he did. He lifted me up off the floor and walked us into a room using a foot to close the door behind us. He set me down on the floor but kept his arms around me. We had not lost eye contact since I had run into him. He slowly bent his face down to mine and gently pressed his lips to mine. I let him kiss me and as we were kissing I felt a huge uplifting awakening within me and slowly began to kiss back. We continued until he finally parted his lips and probed my lips for an opening. I accepted his invitation and parted my own lips allowing his massive and commanding tongue to insert itself into my mouth where I lavished it with attention. This was a man I had to know. A part of my brain was screaming to get away but the other part rejected the idea to flee. This was a first for me: kissing a black man. I had never given it any thought but now confronted with the reality of kissing a black man overwhelmed my senses. Kissing this black man felt so right as if I had been born for such. As my emotions kicked in and my heart began to palpitate from excitement, a deep seated hunger longing to be fed overcame me. My defences were rendered neutral as all the heartache from my three failed relationships fled from me. The massive arms that were wrapped around me released me as the tongue which I had been worshiping was withdrawn from my mouth. The fabulous smile appeared on his face again as he took hold of my left knee raising it and moving it before setting my bare foot down on the edge of the bed. He wrapped his left arm around my shoulder spreading his fingers wide on my back as his right hand dipped down and went through my parted thighs where his middle finger found my puckered hole. He balanced me as he stuffed his middle finger in my ass causing my eyes to roll upwards as I let out a moan of complete submission. Several minutes passed as this giant black man fingered my hole sending me into a euphoric state. I heard his rich hypnotically inviting basso voice gently command me to sit and relax. He released me from his left arm moving with me as I cautiously set my foot on the floor and sat down with his big middle finger still inserted in my ass. My eyes fluttered as my breathing came heavier. My head began to spin as I moaned gently my contentedness. His mighty finger began working itself inside my ass making me to lie backwards across the bed lifting my feet to rest on the edge. Frequent sharp signals of slight pain were felt as he still managed to massage my insides.

PART 4 I settled down a bit, finally wrapped my towel around my waist, opened the door, and went for a walk again. I noticed that there were several men standing in the hall outside my room. I nodded and smiled to them as I left. I roamed the building again ending up in the basement where I went into the steam room. It was huge and had a number of men in it already. I moved carefully through the hot mist until I found myself at the back of the room. I stood by myself and looked around. Several men looked hot to me. Then, out of the steam came a man a little shorter than me. I had to look closer and thought he was a few years older. I had caught his eye I could tell by the way he kept cruising me. When there was room, he sat on the bench and began slowly playing with himself. He had a nice cut dick of about 7 inches. He did so for a couple of minutes as my own dick began to rise. He motioned for me to come over. He nodded his head toward his now growing dick. I sucked in the moist air, looked around, and calmly walked over to him. As I approached, he stood up stepped up on the bench. I reached up grasping his balls, looked him in the eyes, he smiled at me, and I bent over putting his dick into my mouth where I began feasting on it. His dick after a few mouth strokes was fully erect by then. He gently held my head and stroked my head as I paid homage to his dick. It tasted so good. He began to moan his approval of my technique as I applied all my skills to sucking his dick. I rolled his balls around in his sac as I used my mouth to lead his dick to a final destination of spitting a load of his cum into my mouth to savour. We spent several minutes sharing each other and moved toward a finale. We had been engaged in a blow job for about five minutes when I found my ass being played with. I quickly pulled off his dick and turned around sharply to confront whoever it was trying to horn in. "No, no, my friend. It's okay. It's my other half; my partner. We share men. I hope you don't mind," the man on the bench said hastily. I looked at the man on the bench and then at his partner. What the hell. I smiled and said, "Sorry. I didn't know." I turned myself back to my dick waiting for me and once more slid it into my mouth where I began sucking once more. My butt felt two hands spreading them open and once more a wild and wonderful tongue began to rim me. I moaned. "Charlie's been here," I heard him say as I sucked more on the dick in front of me. "You up for another load?" I thought nothing of the phrasing and without taking my mouth off the dick in front of me I gave consent. I heard a cough to my left but couldn't see who it was. The partner was rubbing his finger all around and in my ass while I continued to bob up and down on the standing partner's dick. I was determined to get him to shoot his load. I felt pressure at my hole again and adjusted myself for a better position to suck while being fucked. The partner didn't do a good job of lubing up as his dick caught a couple of times from the lack of lube. But, he finally got inside me. It felt nice. And, then, the fucking began. This dick wasn't as big as my first visitor but it was nice. He wasted no time in reaching a higher speed of fucking. He gripped my hips as he pounded me good and steady. I thought back to my home and where I had been dumped for the third time. Those guys didn't know anything. None of them had fucked me like these two men had. My ass was singing with joy at how it felt from these two men. These were men and they knew how to fuck. I re-focused on the cock I was sucking and increased my effort. "DAMN!" I heard behind me as the partner slammed into my ass holding himself. I knew he was in the throes of shooting his load into his condom, but I continued on sucking as the partner finished his own cum load. "Fuck that was hot! You ready? I'm outta him." With that, he unceremoniously pulled his dick out of my ass stepping away. The man on the bench grabbed my head and pulled me off his dick. He dropped onto the floor moving behind me saying, "You don't mind, do you?" I didn't get a chance to respond as he bent me over turning me toward his partner who shoved his dick in my mouth where I began sucking him. The partner behind me was fumbling with his condom and finally slid in my ass sighing as he did so. He revved up to full speed in no time pounding my ass for all he was worth. In no time, his dick was shoved deep inside me and he was gasping for air as he shot his load of cum. The two of us finished--him shooting his load of cum and me cleaning his partner's cock--at the same time. We three hugged and kissed. The two of them wandered off as I stayed a bit longer but finally decided it was too hot and went back to my room.

Threw another chapter together for you guys. Hope you like this new twist. Part 5 Between the two of them, I was carried in the air, held up by my ankles and the cock rammed down my throat. The guy who had his cock shoved down my throat walked backward until he was ass against the wall. The guy holding my ankles, who appeared to be in charge now, told a couple of the other guys, “You fuckers each grab one of the bitch’s legs.” I felt my legs being taken by new hands. “Spread his legs for me. When I’m done, you can have what ever is left over.” The guys pulled my legs as wide as they could and I was being held in mid air, about to get fucked. I heard a zipper come down and comments of “Holy shit man. You’re gonna kill him with that.” The guy fucking my throat about screamed and dropped hold of me. That got him a slap from the guy behind me, that echoed off the tile walls. “You little pussy, can’t you do even this right? Hold him up or get the fuck outta here.” The guy whimpered but regained focus and took me under the arms again. I felt the guy step in between my legs and his hands spread my ass open. “So the rumors are true. You are the virgin cum dump that Michael told me about. He said he and another guy both fucked you, dumped their cum in you and you tightened back up each time. You better hope you got enough cum in there because I’m going all in and it’s gonna hurt.” “Should I let the faggot see how big my cock is, or just run up his cunt?” When I shook my head, he laughed and said, “Yeah, I think it’s best to just break you open.” With that, I felt his cock head touch my hole, which was still burning in agony. It didn’t feel that big, compared to some of the other guys, like Marquise from last night. “Don’t get comfortable bitch. It get’s a little bit bigger…” I heard the guys holding my legs chuckle and screamed in agony, around the cock impaled in my throat. My hole ripped open as he speared my ass in one terrifying thrust. It felt like his cock was as big as a baseball bat, both in length and diameter. The last thing I heard was another voice from behind me say, “he’s never gonna sit right again,” before blacking out. I came to unwillingly, as the pain from his initial violation dulled down and was replaced by a repetition of pain as he pounded my ass and slapped the back of my head, forcing me to regain consciousness just as the guy in my throat unloaded. The guy behind me warned the guy in my throat, “Don’t you fuckin think of letting go. You’re not done until I’m through knocking this bitch up.” The guy whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” If I could find some joy in this, it was that boy getting treated like a punk. The guy fucking my ass grabbed my head by the back with a clump of hair and used this angle to increase the intensity of his fuck. I could feel the holes stretched out to accommodate his cock and the pain was relentless, as he found new angles to invade my ass. “I could go for hours in this cunt, but for now, I’m gonna finish up.” His thrusts increased in speed and he grunted loudly, “Yeah, here comes a special treat for you Joey. A big load from my balls, so deep in you, it’s gonna make you pregnant because this cum ain’t cummin back out.” I felt his cock spasm, but could not feel any cum. After he finished, he yanked his cock and what felt like my entire rectum out. “Nice rosebud Joey. Push it back in, because you aren’t done yet.” I reached back and felt my ass hanging out the hole and gently pushed it back in. “Alright boys, like I promised, you get the leftovers. Give him a few seconds and I here he turns back into a virgin.” The guys holding my legs gently set me down, and my mouth slid off the now flaccid cock of the other guy. He started putting his cock away when the guy who fucked me said, “What do you think you’re doing?” The guy froze and looked at him. “I think you need to learn a couple things before you leave here.” The guy shook his head like a scared boy and said, “Lemme go.” I chuckled at his fear and both guys heard me. The guy in front looked down at me, trying to snear at me, but his fear was evident. The guy behind me just said, “Quiet Joey.” I continued to watch, while another cock entered my ass. “What’s your name you wanna be man?” “B-B-Brad.” “Well B-B-Brad, here’s what you need to learn. You want to be a man and make other guys do what you want, like sucking your cock, you don’t really get a good blow job by threatening to knock their teeth out. You have to make them know you’re in charge and more of a man then they are. But I look at you an I don’t see a man. I see a scared boy who wants to be a man.” Brad shook his head, “I-I’m not scared, of, y-you.” Man chuckled and said, “Yes you are boy. You’re scared of what I’m going to do to you or make you do. Now get on your knees.” I felt another load dump in me, and felt the scalding burn as it hit my guts. I didn’t even care that I felt guys swapping out of my hole, I was focused on Brad as he tried to stand his ground. Man turned to the guy that apparently just fucked my cunt and said, “Don’t put that away yet, Brad here has to learn his place.” Brad’s head turned from the Man, the guy who fucked me, and then to me. His eyes looked terrified and pleaded for help. “GET. ON. YOUR. KNEES. NOW BRAD.” With just words and tone, Brad had been broken and he slid down the wall to his knees, his face level with mine. “Joey, it’s your choice. What should I do with little boy Brad here? Turn his wannabe man into a fag like you, only he cleans dirty cocks off. Or should I let him go?” I looked at Brad, his eyes welling up with tears and his mouth pleading, “Please man, I’m not a fag like… I’m sorry. Let me go.” I looked at him and though back to his threats. “Turn him into a fag Sir. Make him clean all the cocks off with his tongue.” The Man, who I still had not seen, laughed and said, “Good choice Joey. Your Sir will be pleased that you made the decision and that you addressed me correctly.” “Brad, open your mouth.” Brad whimpered, the tears flowing, and said, “Please.” “OPEN IT NOW.” As Brad slowly opened his mouth, I watched as a guy walked up to him and told him, “Clean my cock faggot.” Brad choked and gagged as the cock that had just been in my ass, and which was still coated with cum and ass juice, was slid into his mouth. This scene repeated itself over the next hour as each guy that fucked and seeded my ass used Brad to clean off their cocks. To his credit, he apparently was not a fag as he did not seem to ever get interested in his new job.

PART 3 My visitor withdrew his finger and using one hand pulled my left butt outward. I felt a condom-covered dick at my opening, and it began applying pressure. My puckered hole resisted despite my trying to relax but did give way allowing the head of his dick to pop inside me. I gasped aloud at how spread my sphincter had become. This man had a big dick without a doubt. Two hands now spread my cheeks apart as more and more of his thick dick slid inside me. I was moaning and whimpering at the pain but refused to give up. He ignored me and continued to slide deeper and deeper inside me until at last I felt his bushy pubic region pressing into my cheeks that he now released. "Oh, yeah, man. That's fucking awesome," he said with excitement in his voice. I was proud of myself for not protesting any more than I had. "Damn, your ass is like a furnace, man. I mean it's like my dick is being roasted. We're going to have a helluva ride, man." And, with that, he began a slow retreat leaving me feeling empty. He slid out of my ass all the way but kept his dick positioned at my hole. He waited microseconds and began again to enter my ass that was more willing and had less pain. Four more times my visitor retreated and returned inside me with each time becoming more exciting and desirable by me. There was no more pain just the thrill and physical desire if not demand that I needed to feel him fucking me in long strokes with his big dick. To give him more of a hint other than my moans of desire, I began to tighten my sphincter on his way out of me and pushed my hands against the wall pushing me back onto his invading leviathan which now I had to have pounding me. He understood my contribution and began pumping his dick in and out of my ass in a slow but ever increasing speed that sent him almost to complete withdrawal and then direct deep inside me slapping his pelvis onto my butt cheeks. His hands on my hips held me firmly as his big dick began to pick up speed in his thrusts and reversals. After a couple of minutes, I was being jarred strongly as he slammed into my ass seemingly to me hitting a new place inside of me with each thrust. Air was coming in short gasps for me as I heard his own breathing rapidly increase with the increased speed of his fucking. He was now in sexual overdrive as his dick moved like a piston in my ass sending my nerve endings into matching overdrive for this beautiful fuck I was getting. "OH! FUCK! JESUS . . . MARY . . . AND . . . JOSEPH! DAMN!" I heard from behind me as he slammed his now swollen dick as deep into my ass as he could get it. His hands gripped my hips as if they were pneumatic pincers. Then, I felt a huge lump move through his dick spreading my sphincter a bit larger as the lump moved down his dick and finally out of it into the reserve of the condom. A second, third, and fourth large lump followed shortly after and then smaller lumps until there were no more. I was now trembling with excitement at having a fabulous fuck my first time at a bath house. My visitor visibly shook as he stood behind me still with his dick inserted in my ass. His breathing became more steady as did mine. We both were satisfied with what we had done and now relished in the afterglow of the awesome sex we had just experienced. His now deflating dick began to reverse itself and slide out of me for the last time. As he slowly pulled the head of his dick out of my hole, I felt a trickle of liquid run down onto my balls. He stepped backwards allowing me to slowly rise up off the bed. I turned and looked at his dick and fell immediately in lust with it. It was cut and had to be at least nine inches or more. He reached down rolling the condom off keeping it in his hand. "That, man, was a helluva ride. I've not ridden a talented ass like that in a long time," he said. "I'm here in Chicago until I leave Monday afternoon. I know I would really enjoy another fuck from you. I'm staying at City Suites and will be here every night. Especially if there are men like you who can fuck like you do," I said. "You have no idea how turned on I am right now. You are a super fucker." I looked at him closer, and his thinness was very apparent. I also noted a couple of port wine blemishes on his torso. How sexy they made him look. We stood looking at each other until he said, "You got yourself another fuck for sure, man. In fact, if you like to be fucked by the likes of men like me, I might be able to convince a few friends of mine to give you a fuck." I was stunned. The man was going to hunt up super fucks like he just gave me. What did I have to lose? My virginity? I laughed inside. "Deal," I said. "Do you have some paper and a pen? I'll give you my name and room number." "I'll get some," he said wrapping his towel around his skinny waist. "Be right back." Out the door he went closing it behind him. I sat there hoping indeed he would return which he did. I wrote my name, City Suites, and room number on the paper and returned the paper and pen. We hugged, winked at each other, and he left. I closed the door.

PART 2 The next morning was spent down in the loop just carousing the area and watching all the people hustle and bustle along. I grabbed a bite of lunch then hit up the Sears Tower, The Art Institute of Chicago, and The Field Museum. They were fascinating to say the least and quite busy for a Friday. Even though I was by myself, I had a very good time. But, it was getting late, and I needed to get back to my hotel. I hopped a cab which dropped me in front of my hotel. As soon as I had closed the door to my room, I stripped off everything putting my clothes in an empty drawer. I pulled out a fresh t-shirt, shorts, and sandals which is all that I would need tonight. I did a super cleaning job--a bottom should always be prepared--showering when I was finished. I dressed quickly tucking my bottle of lube in my shorts pocket before I picked out my driver's license and money to head out to see what the mysterious Man's Country would hold in store for me. My CTA trip was uneventful for this time of the night. I did mess up and went a block past where I was headed but no foul on that. I was very excited about my adventure. I registered, got my key and towel, and went through the door when it buzzed. I found my room closing the door behind me. My clothes came off quickly and were tucked beneath the mattress. I put the bottle of lube at the head of the bed, wrapped my towel around my waist, put my key on my arm, and went out to investigate. From top to bottom, I slowly walked around seeing all kinds of men of every description. I could see why Seth and his partner had enjoyed the place: It was a veritable smorgasbord of men. I found some men titillating as they were wearing all kinds of leather. The place was so new to me that my tour lasted four complete rounds on each level. I began to nod my head at a few men who smiled or winked at me. There were some hands that patted my ass and some very crude men who brazenly and openly grabbed my dick as I passed by. Well, there has to be a line drawn somewhere. On my last go round, I began to watch and pay attention to what was going on. I saw the approaches men made to others either in the hallway or in rooms. I discreetly observed the protocol of cruising making mental notes. As I returned to my room and unlocked the door, I was shaking a little at the prospect of being in the bath house but now had to put into practice what I had observed. I took several deep breaths to calm myself, dimmed the light in my room, lubed my ass, and had a condom ready. I opened my door wide, then, lay down on my bed face down after removing my towel and tucked it under me for a pillow. My mind was racing and jumbled in thoughts. I lay there for what I thought was hours but couldn't have been but for a few minutes. I had been listening to the men quietly walking past my room and had noticed a slight shadow that played on the wall as men passed by. Then, the room seem to darken. I didn't move but felt a presence. I waited quite still and finally a hand rubbed over my leg. The hand moved up my leg until it reached my buttocks where two hands grasped both and squeezed gently before moving on to my torso where they rubbed me gently. The hands were removed and seconds later I heard the door click closed as the last of the light from the hall was shut out. "You want your ass eaten and fucked?" I heard from behind me. "Yes," I replied. "Put your waist on the edge of the bed, flex your legs, and lay across the bed," I heard. I moved to do as he said noticing a very thin haggard looking man in my room. He stood over 6 feet tall but was so thin and pale. When I was positioned, he knelt down and began rimming me like a pro. I was reduced to overheated butter. In a matter of a few minutes, I was moaning from the super pleasure he was giving me. His tongue was unbelievable. He then began chewing on my hole which sent shock waves through me along with shivers. More and more he roused my sexual appetite until I could almost stand no more. His mouth came off my hole, and I heard him rising. I turned to my left and reached over picking up the condom I had and moved my arm behind me toward him. "I got my own but need some lube," I heard. I dropped the condom and reached for the lube handing that to him. He took it. I heard the packet being ripped open and shortly felt his finger pushing into my hole. My eyes rolled upward as he applied lube liberally inside and out. He continued to finger my hole going deeper and deeper. When he could get no further inside me, he began dragging his bent finger out which made me wince a couple of times. He repeated the same thing only turned his finger on its side to withdraw. All around inside my ass my unknown visitor fingered me for several minutes. It did feel good but I was getting impatient for more. What I could do without was the short sharp pains I felt occasionally. What came next was the best of all though.

Favorite things tops have said to me: Before starting: "Spread." "You want me to shoot my babies inside you?" While cumming in me: "Damn right, I'm coming in you." "Take it, you fucking whore." Right afterward: "That oughta hold you for a day or two." "Damn, that's going to get you knocked up." "Well, you wanted me to make a mess in you... told you I cum a lot."

2nd Kennington. Relaxed attitude and Very bareback friendly

It took me forever to get dressed. It was my first college party and I wanted to look good. I mean I knew I looked good, but I wanted to pick the right clothes. I looked in the mirror staring at the 5'5 145 latino stud looking back. I lifted up the tight black shirt I'd picked seeing the outlining of the matching underarmor briefs I chose in a tight pair of jeans showing off my strong legs and big ass, I inspeced my four/sixish pack of smooth stomach and my chest which had been growing nicely thanks to all the new hours at the university gym. I'd shed the geeky glasses and spiked my short black hair and yeah I felt it. I looked good. This was the first college party I'd go to. I got my invite on grinder. so i knew there would be a lot of gay boys there. I'd recently just gotten out of a 4 year relationship with my high school bf (yeah we thought we'd be together forever but ended after I saw him getting fucked by his neighbor in the jockstrap I bought for him). I was antisocial. I knew it, but I was determined to prove I could have a good time on my own. I mean college is for experimenting and meeting new people right, and few gay friends couldn't hurt. I rang the doorbell as I arrived and a cute boy answered the door. He smiled and stood there awkwardly. "Hi" I answered trying to break the silence "I was invited by Greg" I thought I should leave the part out about getting to know Greg on grindr. We'd flirted but never met before. Traded photos. He was a hot slim stud around my built but had about 10 lbs of muscle on me, and at least 2 or 3 inches taller. The boy at the door who was a twink slim with I have to admit a nice bubble butt ass in some tight jeans stood there still and silent with a giant grin. "Can I come in?" I asked "I'm so fucking high right now" He blurted out and then covered his mouth and started laughing and walked away from the door. which I guess was an invitation in. I walked in and yeah it was a sausage fest. there was a giant living room table set up with a beer pong game going in full swing. at least 15 guys there all with a red solo cup or a bottle in hand. It was a grindr party. Id seen at least every face or torso in the room at least once on the app. Few of the guys gave me bro nods as I walked around searching for the only guy I knew there, the host. It was a pretty good group all considered. I recognized couple guys on the wrestling team, all pretty fit and jockish looking, one of which was acting more fem than I'd ever guess a guy that looked like him to act. There was practically half the swim team and a quater of the boys track team. I think every guy in the drama department showed up, which accounted for the guys that didn't look like they walked out of magazine but each of them still very handsome/pretty. and then several others I didn't recognize. strangers like myself. I walked around still looking for greg getting approached with hi's and and who are you's from randoms as I walked around. Till I found myself in the backyard where the other 10 or so people were smoking and drinking. "You made it!" Greg walked right up to me. God felt so good to just not feel so awkward and know someone. "You look great" he said. "Thanks you too." I responded. He did. He's body was ripped and he showed it off in a loose hipster muscle shirt. and the guys he was hanging with had at least 20 lbs of muscle on me. Damn, I thought, this guy knows how to throw a party. This could have been the set up for a porno. "You don't have a drink?" "No no," I stammered, "I just got here" "Have mine" one of the more musclar guys sitting around the stone table where greg had been offered. " I've had enough" "Um thanks" I took a sip. "Drink that slowly." Greg smiled. "It packs a kick" I smiled, and pretended to know what he meant. then took another drink. Everyone around the table chuckled a bit and then they pulled me up a chair. I sat down and just listened mostly keeping to my drink. I couldn't help that as the drink went down I kept feeling warmer. like a fever rush in my chest arms and legs and ...dick. Gregs friend brough us another round, so I quickly finished what was left in my first glass and started on number too. Greg was staring at me smiling and whispered into the ear of another toppless hottie sitting next to him. I sipped my drink and couldn't help feeling how warm I was, but also how good my skin felt. The chair everything felt good, and I found myself smiling and laughing randomly. Dylan, the guy that had given my drink put his arm on my shoulder and offered me another full cup. I swigged down my second and started on my third when my head began to spin. Dylans giant hand on me felt so good. I wanted him to touch me so bad. Suddenly greg was on my side whispering in my ear. "How you feeling Jay." "I feel great!" I said, probably louder than necessary, because the company outside burst out laughing. "Take your shirt off man," Greg offered." The air feels great." I didn't think twice of it. I took my shirt off and yeah, the night breeze felt amazing. "Damn boy" Dylan exclaimed letting his hand rub over my chest. "You're bigger than you look in that little shirt." "Yeah...I been...bluck...bull...bulking up..."I was stuttering there was more laughing and I laughed too. I flexed a little bit. I wasn't the biggest guy there but I knew I could match the swim team and wrestling team bodies and dylans hand made me shiver as his fingers rand down my spine. "We should do body shots!" greg announced and moments later a tray of tequila or vodka or both was being held outside. "You first jay." I laughed but was moved to the stone table and guided to lay on my back. Greg poured salt on my neck and dylan put a lime in my mouth. Slowly greg licked the nap of my neck which almost made me swallow the lime, then took his shot and saved me from choking. "How was that?" Greg asked. I smiled but before I could answer. Dylan poured salt on my nipple and began licking. I moaned loudly as someone placed a new lime in my mouth and dylan tounge took it quite skillfully from me. I moaned as dylan stayed longer kissing me when I felt a new tongue slurping salt from my navel. A lime was pushed between dylan and I, and dylans mouth held it as a new mouth took it and then let his tongue travel into my mouth. When dylan got up from my line of view. I saw a group of guys standing around me licking lips and holding a shot. more salt was being pourd on my chest, abs and neck as four sets of mouths descended on my body and sucked and teethed and licked before taking a shot. I felt a hand rubbing my hard cock through my jeans. One of the swimmers team members pulled down my pants and forgot about the salt and sucked on my inner thigher hard making me shiver and moan feelilng his tongue slip from my inner thigh up to the lining of my underwear and under where the covered before taking his shot. But now all pretense seemed to be gone. My head was pulled back and I was looking up staring at a good size thick cock dripping with precum. Dylan waved the cock in my face my mouth opened with awe seeing it. and he wasted no time in pushing it into my inviting mouth. I couldn't help but moan feeling the warm cock slipping into my mouth guiding the pulsing shaft into me feeling his balls reach my nose and suddenly gaging so hard he was forced out of my mouth. his precum and my spit now left a trail on my face from where his cock had just been. Dylan smiled and guided it back into my mouth this time not as deep and began to rythmically pump his hard cock into my throat softly and shallow and then depper as the strokes progressed till my gaging reflex relaxed. I moaned with each new intrusion into my mouth. It felt wet warm dirty and amazing. suddenly my own cock was being enveloped. But this wasn't an ass. I don't remember when lub was rubbed on my 8inch dick but I felt a warm body climb over me and lower itself on my cock. The hole was open and wet and warm and it swallowed my whole dick quickly and begand to bounce on me. My hips thrusted instinctually and I could hear moaning happening above me. My head was spinning I barely noticed dylan remove his wet dick from my mouth until I realized a new dick was being introduced. This one thicker and shorter and tasted like it had been covered in cum. I tasted cum I knew it, but this cock was still hard as if it had been covered in cum but not cum itself. I heard the cock's owner say yeah clean off my cock! and I moaned and sucked harder. Voices all around me grew louder. Whats going on I thought MORE TO COME

Tailgate Gangbang and K9 Money Pit (The Pimp Gets Twisted): The crack pipe burned my fingers a bit as in my completely-high-fucked-up state I had shifted them a little too close to the flames. Griz, Lex, and Jay – the Holy Trinity of bad-ass, nasty, BBC whore Masters – all laughed at what a mess I was. I had homeless cum running out of every hole, chem piss falling off my body in crusty flakes, and multiple strains of viral attackers coursing through my veins from the constant raw breeding they had forced upon me. OK, well ‘forced’ may be too strong of a word. OK, not all. Maybe at first, but I was a willing participant now and as I sat on Griz’s lap, his long, thick black dick buried up my ass, and his scarred, bearded face nestled at the back of my neck as he bit me, marking me like a stallion marks his mare, I had to focus on what I was being asked. Lex held the camera close to my face, my bloodshot eyes taking up the frame, “Go on whore, tell the folks at home what the rules are. What was the first thing you learned when you entered whore boot camp?” “Rule #1.” I said, then paused, looked into Jay’s expectant gaze as he stood to the left and back of Lex, and then felt Griz bite hard enough to break the skin on my upper back making me flinch, “Whore’s clean the shit off.” My Masters smiled. “Rule #2. I ain’t nothing but a faggot-sissy-pussy-slut-bitch-whore. Anything they want, I do. No argument, no discussion, no negotiation.” Jay chimed in from the peanut gallery “THAT’S FUCKING RIGHT SLUT! YOU TELL ‘EM.” “Rule #3. It’s all about the Benjamins. I need to make my hole pulse, twitch, and milk them dicks so they nutt and bounce - pay out.” (I added that last bit, which pleased all my BBC Whore Boot Camp councilors.) “And Rule #4. I belong to…umm – him,” I said as I pointed and Lex panned the camera to Jay who smiled and said, “This white whore so good, he got three Mandingo Masters – count them you jealous bitches – three! One…two…three! And you know fucking what? That white pussy pleases each and every fucking one of us. I am Master Jay – the Jay Man and the man behind the camera is Master L….What? Oh fuck no really? Ha – aiight – the man behind the camera is just Master and that horse hung nicca taking the whore’s temp with his schlong dong is the biggest, blackest bear around, our nation’s capitol own Weapon of Mass Destruction – THE GRIZ! Whoop whoop!” Lex lowered the camera, turned it off and said to me, “That’s good. Real good. Now wipe some of that nutt out of your eyes. Not too much now, just enough to see those pretty blues. Damn you’re fine, come here baby.” With Griz still holding me on his dick Lex stepped over, grabbed my face and started to tongue fuck my mouth. Jay piped up, “Come on now. Back to business yo!” Lex laughed as he pulled away from my face, turned the camera back on and Jay got up beside me and pointed, “You see that? That long run of spit running down the whore’s face? That be Master spit. That mouth is ours. That ass is ours. That body is ours. Those nipples be mine now listen to the whore cry as I chew those little bitches out.” I started to whimper and whine as Jay leaned down and clamped his teeth onto each of my nipple’s in turn while Griz continued to churn his bear dick in my ass, spinning his cub sperm and putting them into hibernation deep in my man cave. When Jay bit so hard he drew blood I yelped, he pulled off, they all laughed, and with the camera in one hand, Lex handed me a crack pipe and continued to narrate. “OK. For you folks who need to catch up. Dum white boy puts his nose where it don’t belong. Gets knocked up in an alley – double raped and stuffed. Gets passed along to my man here. Get’s dawg fucked in a garage. Gets gang banged by some dumb-ass youngins, then nutted and pissed in and on by the biggest and filthiest homeless dicks in the city. You with me?” Griz then stopped chewing on me long enough to pipe in, “And don’t forget about us. I’ve been banging this slut off and on for over half a day now and that pussy ain’t stopping. Hungry hungry whore pussy that’s what we got. So if you all need a taste of white cherry pie, hit us up. If you working with some monster meet we can set you up!” The camera turned off, Lex took the pipe, and as Griz growled in my ear I fought to reach Jay’s 12-inch dick that was now oh so fucking close. Far too late did I realize fucking my throat was not what he had in mind when he held up a black collar with a small box on the front. “What does this say?” Jay asked. I squinted and read the letters aloud, “D – O – G – T – R – A,” paused and sounded it out, “DogTra?” Jay nodded, fitted the leather collar around my neck and Griz slid the bulky box to the side as he wrapped both of his hands under my chin, pressing the collar tight. Jay then held up what looked like a little walkie-talkie, hit a button, and both Griz and I jumped, spasmed, and twisted. Jay and Lex were busting out laughing, Griz was swearing, and I was scrabbling at my neck trying to get it off. “That is a shock collar. You a bitch now. So while you done well so far, let’s just say all bitches need to learn their place and yours is the kennel. You obey or…..” Jay said just before hitting the shock button again. Once the spasm subsided Jay continued, “That was for your sassy mouth with Pastor Mike.” Griz then yelled, “Fuck that made me shit the chair a little I think but hot damn! That pussy clenched my dick so hard and made my balls cry out like they were kicked – do it again!” Collared and filled with a fresh load from Griz, I stumbled into the bathroom to piss. I strained and nothing. So I sat down, Lex opened the door filming me, “See. A true whore pussy sits when he pisses. Good slut!” Then he left me in peace to finish my business. When I came out I asked Jay again about getting something to eat. He shook his head, pushed me back a step, then grabbed a plate off the table and said, “Here, snort this. The only thing going into those guts for the next few days is nutt, piss, spit, nutt, piss, and more spit. You feel me?” Jay then stomped up the stairs; Griz and Lex huddled and chatted, so I entertained myself with cleaning the plate and sticking two coated fingers up my bruised hole for good measure. I was enjoying the high when Jay came back carrying a 5-pound bag of sugar. He made me bend over the chair, Lex grabbed the camera and Jay started to speak for the next installment on our Xtube channel – WHORE BOOT CAMP. “WHORE BOOT CAMP. The few – the slutty – the submissive white ass that be deep enough, wide enough, hungry enough to take our BBC,” Jay said proudly as he slapped my ass, bruising it for sure. “Like we showed you in previous vids, you got to keep the whore drugged up, dicked up, and used and abused. This white rabbit is now our total prisoner for dick – no running, no escape, no way out. Sleep when I say. Eat when I say. Do what the fuck I say – call me the Warden. Well all that shit takes a toll you know. I grew up on a farm and when a cow…..what the fuck Griz, yes farm...you know I was a country nicca…OK folks anyways, as I was sayin, sometimes when a cow give birth those big headed babies just flop their cunt right outside her hole and drag it with her. That’s where this comes in…” Jay paused, held up the 5-pound bag of sugar and patted it before continuing on, “Bend over whore. See how those pussy lips look all swollen, bruised, puffy, and that cunt is gaping a bit? Well just pour some sugar in your hand, scoop it up, and rub it on and in and around that tender hole like this.” I squirmed a little as it felt like sandpaper until Griz snarled in my ear. Jay went on, “The sugar makes the swelling go down, those pussy lips tighten up, and in no time flat it’s ready to gape and bang again. Best of all, tastes sweeter than ever.” That was Griz’s queue and I started moaning as he turned me back around and buried his face in my ass and started lapping up my honey pot. The guys all laughed, Lex turned the camera off, and my Mandingo Masters got down to business discussing how best to whore me out next. I was smoking a freshly filled pipe, all thoughts of eating or anything else except the smoke in my lungs and getting more dick and cum in my ass had vanished when the Holy Trinity of Mandingo Masters circled me. Jay had an evil smile on his face, Griz had a hungry look and was stroking his mad thick dick, and Lex was all about business as he showed me his phone and a text message he had just sent out: CUM ONE – CUM ALL (then there was a picture of me on my back on Jay’s chest with his T-Rex gonno dick stretching my hole and cum frothing out around it as he pumped) TAILGATE PARTY BY IBIZA STOP BY, GET A PIECE OF WHITE TAIL, GET PARTIED UP For all the freak brothas looking to unload and get down - dig some ass out and load it up with man juice. - double digit fellas only (for you dumb fucks that means no little dicked fuckers) - you must pass the ruler test – so no fakers, only playas - Molly gift bag for those who agree to be videoed (no face shots – hood masks available) - show up, fuck, and get fucked up and then be about your business THIS THE ONE TIME YOU CAN KNOCK UP A PUSSY AND NOT WORRY ABOUT A CALL FROM MAURY ASKING, “WHO’S THE DADDY?” RSVP for final locale and your personal invite. I looked up, they guys were all smiling now and in explanation Jay laughed and said, “Dudes be coming out of the clubs and be jonesing for some pussy and most of them leave frustrated and broke and we all usually with them – HA - but not tonight, tonight we offering a taste of something special you rabbit – you and that white tail of yours.” My ass quivered at the though of more horny straight dudes busting my ass open and I asked, “So when do we start?” Griz handed his phone to Lex and said, “WE can use this,” he turned to me and said, “Right now whore, let me back up inside you, my dick is getting chilly.” I grunted as his bear dick skidded back in while Lex and Jay looked at the picks on Griz’s phone. “What is this,” Lex asked, “Why are you showing us pictures of a Wonder Bread delivery truck?” Griz kept pumping my ass he replied, “Keep scrolling. Little side project I’ve been working on. Check it out. Just inside the front door there’s two set of curtains on poles that slide back and forth making a little entry hall - same at the back - so you can walk to the middle and out the back without anyone outside seeing anything. Got a couple chairs, TV with built in DVD to run porn, mini-cooler for drinks, restaurants mats – you know those kinds with the holes – all over the floor so you can piss or whatever and let it flow down drain drilled in the middle. I also installed a water tank with a hose, sound proofing, and the best bit – keep scrolling – keep scrolling – stop there – my adjustable fuck bench. See it can rise up or down and has got chains on both ends that keep a whore tied in place. Can’t have the bitches running now can we. Got a couple new girls lined up for some rolling hooking, but hell – why not use it for this whore right here?” Jay laughed, “You’re one sick twisted son of a bitch you know that man?” he said to Griz. Lex just nodded, deep in thought as Griz said, “Got a similar set up in back at the shop too now, back by the dog pit. Hmm….that gives me a… OH FUCK YEAH MILK MY FUCKING DICK YOU SLUTTY PUSSY – FEEL THAT? FEEL THOSE NUTTS FLOODING YOU OUT? HELL YEAH!!” A few hours later, after invites had been posted on Craigslist, Xtube, AdultSpace, and a few other sites, as well as email blasted to all their horse-hung buddies, I found myself sitting naked on the floor of a Wonder Bread truck as it rattled through the city. Griz was standing up by the front door, hanging on as his tow truck driver drove. The guy driving was the one who took my keys to go check on my apartment and made secret plans with me to hook one-on-one and I was anxious to get more of his dick. Jay was with me in the back, stuffing a new pipe, checking his locked boxes of supplies, humming to himself and having a grand old time as he prepared to pimp me out. The truck was parked down Patterson Street NE close to North Capitol. Griz wanted easy access in and out for folks. I didn’t know what time it was, just that it must be late as it was dark out when Jay walked me wrapped up in a blanket out to the truck. The driver pulled the curtain back and was rubbing his dick and I anxiously stood up so I could bend over as I wanted his nutt so bad. I dropped to the floor and grabbed the collar as Jay laughed, “Fuck no bitch. Sit back down. And you – walk your sorry nicca ass right out the back and man the back door. This is business tonight, no freebies.” I rubbed my neck as I asked, “Yeah but the email I saw didn’t say anything about paying? What about Rule #3?” Jay smiled, nodded, “Good bitch, you was listening. Look. Not every hustle is about the RTM cash flow – you know, Right-This-Minute. Sometimes you got to give a taste, make the hook, promise something bigger and better later.” I lit the pipe, put my head back against the side of the truck and shrugged, whatever, I didn’t care – they were the brains, I was just the talent, and my ass was hungry. I had not been empty of dick this long since Jay had raped me in the alley and I needed more cum. The thought of all the raw, dirty, infected dick I had taken made my dick get hard and I rubbed at it before taking another hit. Griz came in back, “OK. Lex will be here in a minute, just texted me. Here find some place to set this, Lex said you’d need it.” Jay took the small white board and the set of markers, smiled, turned the board to me so I could read: _ _ Loads in Whore’s Pussy I inhaled a cloud, smiled back, blew the cloud Jay’s way and said, “Well let’s get this show started. I want so much cum shot up my ass I can taste it.” Lex had stepped through the curtains, the camera pointed my way and said, “For you folks at home you heard him ask for it, so when later he’s begging for us to stop saying he can’t take it anymore, you know what? We won’t, because that’s not what he wants – or needs.” Bent over the fuck bench, chained down, and flying high, I grunted as the first horny BBC of the night mounted me and set the van rocking. He had one of the masks on so all his derogatory comments and verbal abuse were muffled, but between them and his slaps, Lex was loving it and filming it all. “BREED THE BITCH…DUMP THOSE BABIES…CUM IN THERE…DIG THAT SHIT OUT. YOU WANT YOUR MOLLY, SHRED THAT ASS UP…TURN IT OUT BROTHA, MAKE THAT SHIT SQUIRT…HOT PUSSY POCKET JUST WAITING FOR YOU, DON’T BE SHY, SLAM THE FUCK IN THERE…BET YOUR GIRL CAN’T TAKE YOUR HORSE COCK LIKE THAT CAN SHE…” According to the sign I had taken 27 loads from the random, anonymous BBC rapists when I started to complain. That’s right – 27 horned up dudes from the club or street who climbed up into that delivery truck and bred me raw before getting their Molly grab bag and an invite for later. Nasty fuckers! These were not long fucks. Hell, to me most of them barely seemed to pop in my ass before they blew their cum in my sloppy, wet, gushy hole filling me up like a box of Twinkies. I’m sure I could have got more, but things seemed to slow a bit after some crazy woman started banging on the side of the Wonder Bread truck and yelling, “There’s some crazy gay sex shit going on in there! Where’s my man? Where’s he at? I got your phone asshole! DL motha-fucka, get your bait loving ass out here.” Well, at the moment, he was 11 inches deep in my ass and telling Jay, “She wonders why I fuck other pussy? Hear that mouth?” as he continued to take his time and dick me down before loading me up. When he was through Lex distracted the woman at the front while Jay hustled her man out the back. HA! Now, back to the complaining. I was not trying to be difficult and complain on purpose mind you, but the drugs made me sassy as Jay would say and a few shocks from the collar did not placate me so Jay said, “I got something that’ll chill you out,” and held a new pipe up to my mouth and had me inhale long and hard. Whatever that shit was sent my flying like Tinker Bell in Never Land and when Lex said how tweaked out I was he told Griz to, “Go get my man.” Jay sounded concerned, “Look, I know that will be some freak shit and that ass is gaping, but I don’t think he’s ready yet.” Lex laughed, “That’s the whole point. You can’t rape the willing and folks have been paying the biggest money for the vids that show it hurting and rough and its now or never and he is bringing the biggest Pit Bulls he’s got on his fighting team, so we need to be gracious hosts. How about this, you then get to pack it all back in? We good?” The Wonder Bread truck rocked as my next fuck daddy ambled through the curtains and into the back. Greetings were made, Jay had me hit the pipe some more, and I yelped as large nails scarped a series of tracks down the full length of my back, my ass cheeks and then rammed into my hole. Lex narrated, “Folks, you know we have been working this whore hard, but that’s nothing. Right now, right here, you see the KING – the KING DICK – The KING HAMMER – and he’s going to rape fuck that white pussy until it drips red with his 14 inches – yes you heard me, 14 inches that makes even God jealous. You ready?” Jay kneeled by my head, held my face and said, “Here, open your mouth, this is going to get rocky.” The wad of paper towels had barely got shoved in my mouth when the KING lined himself up and using the 27 loads already in me, rammed his HAMMER into my hole. The chains snapped, my body arched, my world spun and it felt like instead of a hammer he was skewering me with a blade. Tops will scoff and say, “You took 11, 12, well 14 is only a couple inches bigger. I have to tell you, that couple of inches can make a world of difference and create a world of hurt, and most dicks that size don’t get brick hard so there’s some give to them. Not KING – he turned my intestines into a nothing but a pig casing for his giant sausage roll. “Damn look at his face? His eyes are rolled back and he’s drooling like he’s having a fit!” Griz said as he kneeled on the floor by my head. Being the pervert that he was he had locked the front door and him, his tow truck driver, and Jay were all watching KING rape my ass while Lex continued to video tape it. KING kept scratching my back and sides with his long nails as he mounted me and while it took him a few minutes to straighten my insides out so he could long dick it, my wet ass made it worth the wait for him. Once he was balls deep he started praising me like I was the fucking second coming of Christ and right then, I was. I was the one sending him to heaven, and sacrificing myself on his wood. “RAPE THAT ASS KING. YOU SAID WE COULDN’T FIND YOU A PUSSY TO TAKE ALL THAT DARK DICK…WHAT DO YOU SAY NOW NICCA? YOU EVER BEEN ABLE TO BALLS DEEP FUCK LIKE THAT? IT’S GRIPPING YOU AIN’T IT…SHIVERING ON THAT DICK…CAUSE IT’S A HUNGRY WHORE PUSSY – SUPER WHORE PUSSY – WHITE QUEEN PUSSY FOR YOU KING…USE THAT NICCA CUM THAT’S UP THERE, FUCK IT DEEPER, THAT’S IT, MAKE THAT WHORE CRY YOUR NAME…MAKE THAT WHORE CRY FOR YOU AND BEG – HEAR THAT KING – BEGGING FOR IT. WHAT YOU GOT KING, TELL THE CAMERA WHAT PACKAGE YOU DELIVERING ON THAT JUMBO 747 WIDE BODIED DICK – FUCKING AIDS NUTT? BLOODY THAT SHIT UP AND CHARGE IT GOOD – FUCKING ANIMAL MAN – FUCKING ANIMAL.” KING was getting close when he screamed at Jay, “HIT ME MAN, FULL CHARGE,” when he asked again Jay shrugged and zapped me, my shock collar pulsing my whole body and sending shocks up into KING’s dick. The freak loved it and went buck wild, and demanded it again. By the time KING started blasting his jet fuel cum into my gut lining I was straining the chains so bad – not to get away – but because I wanted him deeper and to fuck me harder. The rougher he got, the more I needed it. Thankfully he was kind enough to wait until his dick had softened down to a small 9 inches or so before he eased out. KING sighed, scratched me up some more, and let Lex get some close up shots of his covered, slimed dick. While Lex held the camera at the sign Griz laughed, whistled, and said, “Fuck yeah! Dick of death right there. I think that counts for oh, what a good 8 on the chart, but wait. Night’s not over. Stay tuned. – WOOF!” Jay unchained me, handed me a new pipe, and gently wiped the sweat off my face and ran his calloused hands over my body. I expected he would want to get in my ass, but he seemed content just holding me as Lex, Griz and KING talked up front. “Are we going home now?” I asked Jay feeling tired, wired, horned, scorned, used, abused, wanted, and discarded all at the same time. A shake of his head and the packed pipe let me know more was to come so knowing my evil, twisted, Mandingo Masters I hit the clouds hard and by the time we pulled into the lot of Griz’s garage, I was ready to go. More than ready. What ever was in that pipe had me flying high and I was seeing unicorns and Skittles and feeling no pain. There were cars pulling in and guys milling about down to the side and Jay led me in a side door and to a small room. He closed the door, hustled his pants down and slammed inside me. Jay sighed, I moaned, and loved the feel of his hard dick pressing against my guts and pushing all that cum in and out. Griz soon appeared, Jay pulled out with a PLOP and Griz said, “Lift up your arms, you need to put this on.” I looked at what he held and cocked my head – a vest? Griz nodded, “It’s Kevlar. Trust me, you need it.” Once he and Jay had strapped me in he then held up a thick pair of work overalls that had a hole cut in the ass and wiggled his fingers through them. He then had me step into those and zipped it up. Finally he told Jay, “I’ll be back in two minutes. Hit the pipe, time for the show.” When Griz returned, he put a pair of thick gloves on my hands and boots on my feet and then a welders hood over my head, which protected my face, neck, and head. While I could see, it was through layers of grime and dirt. He then jammed three fingers in my ass and rubbed something hot and wet around, and in, my hole. Griz and Jay each took an arm and led me out to an area of the garage. 50-gallon oil drums had been set up in a large circle with metal fencing connecting them. There were men all around the circle – the dog pit - hooting, hollering, flashing cash, smoking, drinking. Griz pushed me into the circle and stood at the gate as I slowly turned. I still didn’t quite know what was happening. I turned back to Griz who had stood aside as the tow truck driver and another guy walked into the circle carrying the fuckbench – or one like it. This was set real low and Griz pointed, so I kneeled on the floor and laid my chest on it. While all the sound was sort of muffled through the welder’s hood, it got suddenly quiet and I turned and had to adjust the hood window with one of my hands so I could see. I started to get up, by the collar shocked me, I dropped back down, my heart racing and my stomach clenched. I needed to run. KING walked into the circle with three GINMORMOUS Pit Bulls on wrist thick chains. He and his pets walked a circle around me and they pulled at the chains as they came near me. I stayed kneeling. The muzzles on their heads did nothing to ease my fear because I could see in their eyes their anger – their hatred – their desire to tear me up. Wait – this was wrong. Why were these dogs walking on two legs sometimes. I shook my head, the pipe high clearly making me see shit. No I was sure, I guess, kind sort of. The ‘dogs’ on his chains were big men, big naked men – not much smaller than KING - with unnaturally long monster dicks swinging back and forth and ball sacks that jutted out farther than normal. They had on Pit Bull rubber masks that covered their heads and neck, large rubber ‘paws’ with long metal claws, on their hands and feet and long rubber tails coming out their asses. Jesus fuck what was this shit? The cheers and yells got louder, KING made another circle and this time with only one dog-man. He stopped in front of me, I looked up, pushed the welder hood back a little, and saw KING smile looking like the devil himself. He casually reached down, unsnapped the chain, and the Pit sprang away from him like he had seen a rabbit. Right – rabbit – fuck that’s me! I tried to spin around, but realized too late what was happening as the first Pit body slammed me against the fuck bench and with practiced ease, knocking the wind out of me. He pinned me under his muscular body, his powerful paws holding me down as his nails tore into the coveralls and found small purchase against the Kevlar vest. I don’t know what Griz had wiped on my hole but the Pit was determined to fuck me. KING walked to my side, I felt his hands shift my legs a little and then HOLY HELL MY ASS WAS ON FIRE! The Pit’s dick jammed into my ass and he started to thrust fuck me like no tomorrow. The crowd roared as the Pit rape fucked me and I could hear howls of laughter and comments like, “FUCK MAN THAT’S GROSS! FUCKED UP – YEAH! KNOT THE BITCH,” and when it felt like he had a knot that really did grow inside me, the Pit ejaculated, and the crowd roared even louder. I was scared, it hurt, but it seemed this Pit was well trained and did his business, slid out, trotted to the side, sat down, lifted his leg and his semi-hard dick and started to lick himself clean. Jay came in the ring, took the hood off, handed me a pipe and as I hit it and breathed the welcomed smoke I could hear Griz pimping me out to the highest freak bidder. Jay grabbed me up, dragged me out of the ring, quickly took me back to the room and said, “Intermission. That was fucking wild and amazing. Jesus. You got me so dam horny, but we just made buck offering your cunt up for a puppy double drop.” With that he stepped out and a guy stepped in with a four legged Pit on a leather leash. The guy unbuttoned his shirt, dropped his pants, and showed me a thick 13 incher. Jesus – where have these guys been hiding? I bent over and said, “No spit, just slam it like the Pit, I need some more Pit juice, you got some for me.” This dude did not have to be asked twice, but surprised me by putting the welder’s hood back on me and barking a few commands as he held me so his little buddy could get a load in first. The guy then used the Pits’ knotty loads as lube so he could add his own to the mix. Several minutes later I was on my back, legs splayed wide, as this big dawg raped me like the bitch I was. Satisfied, he pulled his pants up and left me there, shredded, drippy ass that was desperately hungry now. Jay came back in, I quickly smoked some more, he and Griz walked me back to ring as Griz announced, “YA’LL WANT TO SEE ANOTHER SHOT? KEEP THE BETS COMING. CAN THE WHORE TAKE IT ALL AGAIN OR TAP OUT? THAT CUNT WILL BE PREGGO WITH A LITTER OF PUPPIES FOR SURE – THE ONLY QUESTION IS WILL THEY HAVE FOUR LEGS……OR TWO?” The crowd roared, lots of cheers for FOUR FOUR FOUR echoed through the garage. I didn’t need to be told this time as I kneeled, watched KING stroll around the ring with the second masked Pit and before he bent down to unhook the chain I lifted the welder’s hood up a bit and said, “Come on boy, pphht ppphht – who’s a good boy? Want some white pussy?” The dudes loved that I was talking smack to the Pit, yet the dog-man did not share the humor and as soon as he was unleashed ran, lunged, and this time with no help from KING thrust right in and knotted me up. This time as the Pit pulled out after completing his mission, there was no bidding as before Griz could offer me up KING yelled, “MINE!” and I was dragged to the back where the third and largest of his dog/men was waiting. I happily got on my knees and almost buckled from the weight, and probably would have too if KING had not kneeled in front of me, peeled off the hood, and jammed his rebar dick into my mouth. To prevent his pup from scratching my head up, he held the dog’s paws on my shoulder as they both pumped me from each end. Master and man’s best friend, sharing a whore. Bunch of sick, twisted, mother fuckers for sure. The Pit filled my tank, pulled out, and for this fuck, KING flipped me over, and while holding my legs back slobbered at my hole, lapping up the puppy milk that flowed out. He then angled his dick in and pushed hard, spearing my back and making me cry out in pain before my guts straightened out and he went to town. Mid-rape Lex came in and got some close up shots on the camera. As Lex’s video fades to black, the viewers at home they see a shot of me on the garage floor, my legs held up like a freshly skinned rabbit, with KING and his pups surveying their new bitch that they all had just marked. I had been passed along again and what KING wanted, KING got. Now that he had found and broken in a whore who could satisfy him and his puppy pack, he was not letting me go.

Choose Your Poison: Part 4 - SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The Ripper’s leather, gloved hands double-tapped each of my ass cheeks good and hard and I had to bite the end of the pillow so I would not cry out or say something. I remembered Rule #4 – and all the others – as my exposed hole clenched with each hit. I fumbled with the poppers in my little anonymous sheet tent, and the next SMACK made me spill half the bottle onto the bed. As stained and dirty as I knew the mattress was, that wouldn’t matter, and the aroma mixed in well with the deep smell of piss and other bodily juices already there. Dry, leather, coated fingers then jammed into my sphincter. “HMMM….THAT FAG GURL PUSSY HAS BEEN USED, FUCKING CREAMPIE PRINCESS….HMMMM…” Ripper said as he pulled his gloved fingers out of my ass, sniffed and huffed them like a pig hunting truffles before slurping them clean and pushing back in. I almost purred knowing I had pleased him so far. He then twisted his fingers around like mini-drones exploring a cave and suddenly pain flared through my tender ass. Ripper laughed, “BAAAHHHAA – FUCK THAT’S RIGHT – FEEL THOSE ARMOR INSERTS IN MY FINGERTIPS SCOOPING YOUR GUTS OUT? MAKING THOSE ASS LIPS NICE AND TENDER, HOT RED, SORE AND WETT. YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I’M FUCKING DONE.” I had to shove a fist full of the dirty sheet into my mouth to keep from crying out and begging him to stop. Ripper pulled his fingers all the way out again, I sighed, relaxed, then arched my back as he now forced three fingers back in and started jack hammering my rectum. “LOOSEN THAT HOLE UP – SLOPPY CUNT – THAT’S WHAT I LIKE TO SEE – DIRTY NUTT DRIPPING OUT – PRIMED TO BE MY FUCKING FLESHLIGHT. YOU CUM CHASING, MUTT FAG. LOOKING FOR THOSE BUGS. DESPERATE FAGGOT COME CRAWLING TO MY BOOTS, TRYING TO BE A QUEEN OF SPADES. WELL KITTY KITTY I GOT YOU AND NOW HOLD ON FOR SOME NASTY ASS SHIT.” Ripper mercilessly finger-fucked my ass and then just as suddenly stopped, yanked his fingers out, and smacked his lips as he licked the leather gloves clean. My chest was heaving as I was panting and took advantage of the brief respite to hit the poppers. Fuck it. I dumped the rest of the bottle onto the mattress under me and buried my face in the filth and inhaled several times. I heard a couple of snaps, a zipper, the sound of leather shifting, then SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This time though it was not Ripper’s hands banging me like a drum, but his big, daddy dick. “I LIKE MY HOLES TENDER INSIDE AND OUT,” Ripper said as he continued beating on my ass with his hard, weighty dick. “MY DICK IS THICK AS SHIT AND YOU BETTER BE SCARED. YOUR PUSSY LIPS WILL GET TORE UP, SWOLLEN, LOVE SEEING THAT SHIT GRIP MY DICK WHEN I PULL OUT, SHOWING ME HOW MUCH THAT ASS WANTS IT. YOU DO WANT IT DON’T YOU?” I dared not reply in case it was a trick. Ripper chuckled, “GOOD BITCH. YOU OBEY WELL. YOU MAY ANSWER – ONE WORD ONLY – YOU DO WANT IT DON’T YOU? YOU WANT MY AIDS IN YOU? YOU WANT ME TO RIP YOU UP? YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS RAW STROKER AND DEEP POKER?” In the silence that followed, I was almost lost in the rhythmic feeling of his dick beating my ass muscles, then remembered he said I could answer so I raised myself up on my arms a little and firmly stated, “YES!” Then almost silently without realizing it I said, “Master,” as I lowered my face back down to the dirty mattress. The room grew still. Fuck, had he heard that? Did I mess up? Please no, please no, please no. I wanted to cry in shame, frustration, anger. My fears fled when Ripper’s mushroom tipped dick touched my wet hole. “I HONESTLY DON’T CARE IF YOU WANT IT OR NOT. YOU’RE GETTING RAPED EITHER WAY. PART OF ME WAS HOPING YOU’D SAY NO. BAHAHA – NOT LIKE YOU COULD GO TO THE COPS. THEY SURE DON’T HAVE A FORM FOR MUTT-FAG-BUG-CHASERS WHO GOT WHAT THEY ASKED FOR. I’M GOING TO STRETCH YOU OPEN LIKE THE WHORE YOU WANT TO BE. THE WHORE YOU ARE ON THE INSIDE. COAT THOSE CHAPPED PUSSY LIPS WITH ALL MY NUTT AND GET MY FUCKING FREAK ON. YOU READY TO GET RIPPED?” No response was expected or given to this question as he positioned himself – ready to hit the 8 ball in the corner pocket. I breathed deep, savoring the mattress-soaked aroma of poppers and piss. Relishing that I was in a sleazy hotel in a strange city, ready to get used by some anonymous dude and filled with AIDs cum. Ripper slammed his cue, the pocket got filled, and the searing pain spread through my body like a Phoenix. Blazing, hot, and all consuming. Ripper drove into my ass with his horse dick. No mercy was asked and none was given as he let the whole world know I was his, “BUSTED THAT ASS WIDE OPEN LIKE PUSSY – RIPPING IT WIDE – RIPPING IT DEEP – RIPPING IT SIDE TO SIDE. TEARING THOSE WALLS DOWN. WHERE’S THAT SECOND HOLE? WHERE’S IT HIDING? YEAH FUCK THERE IT IS AND POW – THAT SHIT’S WRECKED TOO NOW.” The bed was rocking back and forth and banging hard against the wall. The windows rattled, the mattress and box spring squeaked as his hips made contact with my now reddened skin. He was murdering my asshole with his killer mandingo dick. I was being used and power fucked beyond imagining when I finally just let go – my whole body let go – and I became nothing but a willing hole, a receptacle for his AIDs cum. “THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, THAT SNATCH JUST SCRABBLING FOR MY DICK, SWALLOWING ME DEEPER!” Ripper exclaimed. “I OWN THAT HOLE.” Thrust after thrust, steady, hard, and deep, my anonymous assailant pounded me into total submission. Ripper picked up speed, his dick swelled, “NOW FOR MY BABIES IN THAT WHITE WOMB – YOU BETTER CALL POISON CONTROL BECAUSE I AM GOING TO SHOOT MY TOXIC DRANO IN THAT HOLE.” In preparation for his seed, Ripper planted his full weight on my ass with both leather, gloved hands. He then pushed down, and to the sides, stretching my hole further making me squat. “FUCKING AIDS WHORE, GOING TO INFECT YOU GOOD. RIGHT HERE – RIGHT NOW – OH HELL YES THIS NUTT IS GOING DEEP - OPEN THAT FUCKING CUNT UP – OPEN IT – SLOPPY FUCKING PUSSY FOR THIS NUTT – HERE YOU GO – HERE YOU GO – THAT’S RIGHT….GRRRRR…..AAARRGGHHH…(SNORT SNORT)….GRRR.” A few thrusts, Ripper slid his dick out of my well-fucked ass, sighed, and as I caught my own breath he slapped my ass hard with his right hand and, ‘THAT, FAGGOT, WAS JUST A TASTE. I GOT A WHOLE LOT MORE PLANNED FOR AS LONG AS YOU KEEP THE STACKS COMING AND YOUR CUNT WET YOU NASTY FUCK. YOU WILL EITHER BE TAKING MONSTER DICK TO KEEP THAT PUSSY SWOLLEN AND RIPE FOR IMPREGNANTION OR INFECTED DICK. AND I DON’T JUST MEAN DICK THAT GUYS THINK IS BIG. I MEAN THOSE BULL HUNG, DONKEY-DICKED, MOTHERFUCKAS WHO ALWAYS COMPLAINING PUSSY TOO TIGHT OR BITCHES RUN FROM THEM. I PUT THE WORD OUT AND GOT SOME TRUE FREAK ASS JOINTS PLANNING TO BOUNCE ON YOUR SHIT. THIS IS BUSINESS AND FOR THE NEXT 3 DAYS YOU JUST A FUCK DOLL FOR ALL THE DIRTY-ASSED-NASTY-EXTREME-FREAKED-OUT-FUCKERS WHO NEED A BUCK AND A PUSSY. YOU’LL GET FUCKED NON-STOP AND WHEN YOU’RE LIMPING TO THE PLANE SO FUCKING SORE AND TORE UP IT HURTS TO TAKE A STEP, YOU’LL BE PRAISING ME – THE RIPPER – FOR GIVING YOU WANT YOU DESERVED.” I heard a zipper, snaps, his leathers as he moved back to the chair. There was a pause, then the door to my room closed and I waited as the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of his exit echoed down the hall. I quickly untangled myself and threw the dirty sheet back, and ran to the front window. A quick wipe of the grime on the glass with my forearm and I was able to see the street and shivered as I stood watching, and waiting, and then I saw him. Ripper looked up, the mirrored front of his motorcycle helmet hiding his face but I could imagine him smiling, at least I hoped he was. He looked tall, muscular, with broad shoulders that were snug in a black leather motorcycle jacket that had red hatches on the shoulders and two red bands on the biceps. The black leather pants highlighted his form when he swung his leg over his bike. The engine started, the rumble, roar, and exhaust announced his departure. I hobbled back towards the bed, realizing how hurt, sore, and tore up my ass was. The cash I had left for him on the chair was gone, but he had left the money that was in my wallet, which I guess made me happy. Any further thoughts were interrupted as Booker opened the door from the bathroom and sauntered in with an older looking white guy trailing behind. “Damn fuck. We could hear that ass being taken through the walls. Got old Chester here all in a frenzy. Ain’t that right Chester? Yeah. Chester’s got some drippy dick for you but before he dirties it up, bend over and pull your cheeks apart. I need to take a few shots on the cell phone and let folks know what’s coming and what’s on offer.” I bent over the bed and showed Booker my AIDs filled hole. Every heart beat pulsed in my ass and I knew from his and Chester’s admiring comments that they liked the ‘post-Ripper’ view. “OK,” Booker instructed, “Now a few action shots showing Chester’s dirty dick in your ass. Poke it out good so I can get a clear shot of what a skank whore you are. Fuck Chester your dick is messed up! Oh…wait…hold on...Christ. That was fucking quick. Alright Chester get that nutt. We got to roll.” As Chester fucked me determined to add to my infection, I said, “I’m not sure I can right now. I may need just a little break.” Booker laughed, cuffed my head, “YEAH RIGHT. I KNOW THE PLAN. YOU PASSED THE TEST SO THE NEXT STOP IS THE CENTRAL MISSION SOUP KITCHEN. LIL’JOHN IS WAITING AND HE TEXTED THAT HIS 11.5 INCH DICK HAS NOT HAD A WHITE MUFF IN MONTHS SO HE’S READY TO PUMMEL THAT THIRD HOLE.” Even though my body ached and I was tired, those were the magic words and I was determined to take every inch of Lil’John.

Choose Your Poison: Part 3 - We had barely gone a few blocks from Giovanni’s place where he had just filled me with his Italian load of AIDs cum, before the driver pulled the old taxi over, pointed, and said, “ATM’s there. You better hit it. HARD. We’ll settle up after each round.” What did he mean by that? I groaned again getting out of the car, got more cash, climbed back in and we were off. “Hey man,” I said through the window to the front seat as I leaned forward, “I don’t think this is the way to the Marriott. My cell map shows we should have turned back there.” The driver continued to smoke, and ignored me, as we got further and further away from our destination. “Sorry, I never got your name. Just, well you know, I’ve not had a chance to unpack and rest up and stuff that’s all and I’d really like to.” The old taxi skidded slightly as the driver pulled over to the curb, set the car into park, turned and said, “Look man. Rip gave me orders. I follow the fucking orders and my understanding was you would too. Right? Right. So shut the fuck up, let me drive and just continue doing as you’re fucking told.” He turned back onto the street and then said, “Don’t ask about names again. They don’t fucking matter unless Rip says so.” I shut up then and watched the city go by as we made our way to our next destination. Soon I started seeing more and more rundown looking folks on the streets, which looked pretty deserted otherwise. I was getting nervous, but knew I shouldn’t. The Ripper had delivered so far and I had not even fucking made it to my hotel. Hell I had taken and tasted more toxic dick in the past few hours than I had in the past few months. So I figured I would enjoy the thrill of the risk and bug chase and the hot burning in my ass reminded me how good a dirty breeding could be. The taxi slowed, the tires scraped against the curb as we pulled close to the sidewalk. I had to get out the driver’s side as there was a pole blocking the other door, and when I did, my taxi driver smiled, stamped out his smoke on the street, slapped me on the back and said, “Welcome to skid row bitch. Get your bag, let’s get in out of the fucking cold and warm up.” Even in the brisk morning air the ghosts of skid row were haunting the streets – homeless men, thieves, addicts, thugs, and those just looking for trouble or a score of one type or another. I may have been dressed a bit nicer than some, but I was the same, and my heart beat hard against my chest as my mind raced with the opportunities I could see all around me. I looked up at the broken neon sign that had once said HOTEL in some forgotten color. Now, even the painted letters were faded and hard to read, so clear this place was not on any tourist map. The front door had bars on it and the glass was caked in dirt and grime with a few cracks and nicks in it and its hinges squeaked loudly as my taxi driver opened it. The echo of the door banging closed against the metal jam almost sounded like a gunshot and made me jump, making my driver laugh at me again. Fuck, I was going to make him smile for other reasons as soon as I got a chance. We stepped across the cracked tile to a plexiglass window that was almost as dirty as the outside that was situated underneath a faded sign that said FRONT DESK. “YO WINSTON, WHERE YOU AT?” my driver yelled as he rapped his knuckles on the window, “COME ON MAN, GOT YOUR GUEST FOR YOU.” While we waited I looked around at the peeling wallpaper, missing light bulbs, and the shadows of the people haunting the halls, their passage marked by coughs and sighs. I was drawn back to the window as Winston slid the metal grate to the side that was on the back of the plexiglass window, planted his arms on the counter and said, “Fucking hold your horses. Christ, I heard you but I had to finish taking my shit.” From his name I expected some old man in suspenders I guess, but Winston looked about 35, with long stringy brown hair and a long beard and mustache. The dark circles under his eyes, his gaunt appearance, and the telltale tracks on his arms showed he sought extreme entertainment. My driver said, “This is the fag chaser I told you about. You got the room ready next to mine? Good. I need to take Charlotte down to the shop real quick, so get him settled up. I’ll be back in 30.” With that, my driver headed out the door leaving me alone on skid row with Winston and his hotel of horrors. I reached into to my pants to get my wallet but Winston had stepped away from the counter, I heard keys jangle, then a series of locks on the door to the front desk/office turn and click. Winston stepped out into the hall, handed me a big key attached to a plastic circle that said 314. The plastic was as filthy as everything else and it looked like someone had actually chewed on it as there were clear teeth marks around the edges. “Excuse me,” I said, “Don’t you need my credit card and stuff?” Winston laughed, coughed and hacked, spit on the floor, and replied, “Fuck no. Cash only. $50 a night – for you anyways. Come on. I’ll show you to your room.” Winston started to walk down the hall, I grabbed my bag and followed him into the gloom. We passed an elevator that was clearly broken along with a couple homeless looking guys who were standing beside one of the room doors, smoking, and talking in hushed whispers. One of them eyed me up and down and licked his lips, my hole twitched, he reached out and patted my ass and I stopped. My pig instincts went on high alert. “I’m not surprised Brucie’s taken a liking to you right off,” Winston said as he turned to see why I had stopped, “He’s always bragging about some suburban housewife he nailed in an alley or some shit. High classy pussy fucks – guess you qualify. Brucie, show him your dick. I bet he’ll take it for you.” I nervously stepped back as right there in the dim hallway in front of Winston and the other dude, Brucie unbuckled his belt, fumbled around and undid his pants and let them drop to floor. He then pushed aside the layers of shirts and coat he was wearing and smiled as hefted a nice thick dick for me to see. Brucie then took two awkward steps towards me, his dick now hard. I set my bag down and reached out to stroke his family jewels, but Brucie just turned me around and started rubbing his hand up and down the back of my pants. I looked at Winston, who’s dark eyes now shined as he said, “Pull your pants down. Let’s see how good of a bug chaser you are.” I quickly took off my coat and tossed it onto my suitcase, then unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down as Brucie’s rough, calloused, dirty hands quickly snaked inside the back of my underwear and his finger found my hole. He spit once, twice, then shuffled a step as I bent forward and grunted as his dick popped into my tender and juicy ass. My whimpering turned Brucie on as he forced his homeless dick deeper into my sore hole. I was still throbbing from Giovanni’s tortuous fuck, but Christ, I couldn’t resist this dirty dick and it felt so God damn good. “Is that some high class pussy Brucie?” Winston asked, “It’s some freak shit pussy for sure. Hell. You’re just a nasty fuck aren’t you?” Brucie responded with a breathy, “YEESSSS,” and my reply was a series of grunts and moans as Brucie started to long dick me. The other homeless dude wanted in on the action now too and had opened his pants and leaned against the wall stroking as he watched Brucie fuck me. I side stepped a little and begged, “Please let me suck it,” so Brucie paused, turned us both to the left, and started pounding me raw again as I now slurped on a smaller, but ripe and rank dick. Winston was now standing by my shoulder, jacking his dick fast, “FUCK THAT ASS BRUCIE…GIVE HIM YOUR BUG JUST LIKE YOU GAVE IT TO ME…GO ON MAN…TURN THAT HIGH CLASS PUSSY INTO STREET TRADE…YOU FUCKING NASTY AIDS FUCKER…GET VICIOUS…ROUGH THAT HOLE UP…OH FUCK I’M GETTING CLOSE...” I didn’t want any cum wasted so pulled off the dirty dick I was sucking and begged, “Please shoot it in my ass, please!!!” Winston stepped back towards my ass, Brucie yanked his dick out, I gasped, the guy I was sucking stuffed his dick back in my mouth, Winston shoved his inside me and snarled, “TAKE MY DICK YOU FUCKING TRASHY BOTTOM WHORE…TAKE IT RIGHT NOW…CUMMING UP IN THAT ASS...” Just like that I guess he was done and I had barely felt a thing. His dick was not that big and I did not feel it when he shot, but he must have and as soon as Winston pulled out, Brucie slammed back in and as he picked up his pace Winston said, “SLUT FUCK HIM BRUCIE…SLUT FUCK THAT ASS…PUSH MY CHARGED CUM UP IN THERE…TURN HIM OUT…HARDER BRUCIE…HARDER…FUCK HIM HARDER….” Brucie dug his nails into my flesh as he grabbed my hips, raised up on his toes, shuddered, and bred me. A few more strokes to mix the two loads together, then Brucie pulled out of my ass with a loud SLURP and cum and ass juice started dribbling down into my pants. I pulled off the guy I was sucking, but his dick still was not fully hard and he clearly was not into fucking me as he immediately tucked it back into his pants and shuffled off a little further down the hall. Brucie was standing there, his hands out and to his sides, his dick arched, slick with charged cum, shivering. I stroked it, then turned and slid it back inside once – twice – then pulled off with a wet PLOP. “Can you go again?” I asked Brucie. He just shook his head, pulled his pants up, so I did the same. Fuck, why is it that just as my ass gets going the dicks tap out? Winston interrupted me with a sigh and a short, “Come on.” I gave Brucie a nice smile who gave me a leer back and rubbed the bulge in his pants as a parting gift as I followed Winston up the rickety stairs. “Thanks man,” I said to Winston, “That was hot,” as the stairs creaked and groaned under our weight. “I was sort of worried someone might see us.” Winston shook his head, “Too early. This time of day there’s usually no one around except maybe Brucie and a bud or two. The end of the work day and after the bars close late at night is when things get crazy.” At the second floor landing Winston stopped, “These are my hourly rooms. Shared bathrooms at each end of the hall. I know Booker’s got shit planned for you, but if you are ever looking for anything else, just hang out down here, you can find it – pussy, chicks with dicks, drugs, thugs, whatever your freak is. But I don’t allow trouble in here. Most everyone’s a regular, so you’ll be safe – safe enough anyways.” We went on up to the third floor, walked back toward the front of the building and he stopped in front of 314. I turned the lock, stepped in, Winston flipped the light switch and the lone, bare bulb that hung from the ceiling did little to help the dreariness. “Do you know Rip?” I asked as I set my suitcase down and tossed my coat onto the old, wood chair beside the bed. “And who’s Booker?” Winston stepped into the bathroom, turned on the light, came out, “Yeah I know Rip, but I don’t talk about my customers – especially him. Booker? The guy who dropped you off. That’s what we call him. It’s one of his side hustles, he’s a bookie for the races and illegal boxing matches, and all kinds of shit that most folks try to avoid.” I couldn’t help myself and had to ask, “So is what you said true? Did Brucie give you HIV? So you’re POZ? Are you guys like together or something?” Winston looked at me, an array of emotions quickly coming and going across his face before his dark eyes settled on mine, “Oh yeah. I got kicked out of my parent’s house, ended up on the streets, Brucie was like a big brother to me. Showed me the ropes. I hustled for a while to try to pay for art college, but well, you saw, my dick’s not really big enough for that so Brucie hooked me up with some other assist and in turn he took my ass. End of story. He’s a good friend – he’s fucked up as hell – well ain’t we all – but Brucie’s got some demons and fucking potent demon seed. I still let him fuck me, hell let most anyone who wants to fuck me if they come up a bit short for their room. It works out alright. OK, enough of that. I need to get back downstairs.” Winston went back into the bathroom and rapped on a door on the other wall, “This leads to Booker’s room. You guys share the bathroom.” He walked back out, “There’s a lock on your door, just turn it from the inside. Everyone up on this floor are longer term folks and like I said you’re safe enough, but it’s here if you want it. The phone doesn’t work and Booker can show you some of the corner places nearby where you can grab something to eat.” Winston then just stood there expectantly, oh right the money, so I pulled out my wallet, gave him $200 for the four nights, he looked at it, looked at me, raised his eyebrows, so I gave him $100 more. He smiled, nodded, tucked the bills into his pants and said, “You take care of me – I take care of you. Come on down if you get bored. I’m always around. Or roam the halls, I’m sure Brucie will fuck you again if you want but he’ll need some cash in return and he tends to get VERY rough so if that’ not your thing, just tell him to ease off.” I nodded, Winston left, and I went to stand by the old radiator that was under the window overlooking the street. At least the heat worked. All the cum in my ass was trying to come out and I knew I was supposed to keep it in, so I lay down on the queen size bed. Damn what was that smell? I rolled over and smelled the blanket and bed – fuck hell it was like stale, old dog piss and fuck knows what else. The initial wave of revulsion was replaced with a desire and thirst and I wondered if Brucie liked watersports? Just then the door banged opened, Booker stomped in, “What the fuck you doing?” he asked and before I could answer he said, “Christ’s tits its cold out. So I hear you’ve been a fucking whore – HA! I could tell. It’s the quiet clean cut ones that’s the biggest fuck freaks. Winston said you got ridden good by Brucie huh? Yeah he’s a buggy fella alright. OK, Rip will be here soon, time to get you ready.” What? Rip was coming now? I stood up, “Umm.. could I get some beer or something?” I asked. Booker had walked over to the bed and was busy pulling the blanket and sheets off and tossing them into the corner. Fucking hell no wonder it stank. The mattress was stained almost black in places, and I really did not want to know with what. “No. Time for your inspection. Get your clothes off and get over here,” Booker said as he grabbed a large paper bag he had brought in with him and set it by the bed before checking his watch. Bend over and let me see you gurl pussy. Good, nice and shaved.” I flinched and grunted a little as Booker poked two fingers into my fucked hole and a third as he started scratching at my insides and fingering me rough and hard. Booker kept rough fucking me with his fingers, his nails scraping me up like a doze at a strip mine. “Here’s how this works,” he explained, “You get one chance with Rip. His rules. His way or no way. Rule #1 – You will be naked, head down, ass up on the end of the bed with the door unlocked. Rule #2 – All he wants to see is your cunt ready to bred and knocked up. You’ll have a sheet draped over your body and head. DON’T TAKE IT OFF as you will NOT see his face and will NOT look at him. Rule #3 – Set your offering for Rip on the chair. If he likes what he sees and is feeling it – your cunt and the stacks, then shit will go down. If not, he’ll take the cash and role and that’s the end of that. Rule #4 – No talking unless Rip tells you to. Rule #5 – You can use these poppers if you want, but keep them under the sheet. Rule #6 – Keep that cum in your ass and if you got to piss, you better do it now, but remember, not a drop of that cum gets loose so I’m going to watch to make sure.” I grabbed my wallet, pulled out a stack of bills, the figured what the fuck and set my wallet on the chair too beside the stack. I was all on and ready. I then walked across the cold floor to the bathroom and tried to piss. My dick was trying to get hard as I thought about Rip and the fuck to come. Booker was standing in the doorway, “Jesus hell, get on with it,” he ordered, but between trying to clench my hole shut to keep the cum in while trying to relax to keep my dick down, I was as dry as the Sahara. Finally, after straining and focusing hard, I was able to let out a steaming stream, which reminded me, so I turned my head and asked, “Do you like watersports? I’d like to drink your piss too if you into that.” Booker chuckled, “Fucking freak faggot – damn – so you want to be a toilet too huh? We’ll talk.” A deep rumble from the street outside drew Booker’s attention and he walked over to the window, pulled the tattered curtain to the side, wiped the fog and grime off the glass, looked down and left, and said, “Come on. Time to get shit going. Get on the bed. He’s here.” Booker untangled one of the stained sheets from the pile on the floor as I scrambled onto the end of the bed. He tossed the two pillows at me that I placed under my torso and chest to give me some support, and then got on my hands and knees and edged myself back to the end of the bed. Fuck I hope the bed will hold. Booker flung open the sheet and let it fall down and over me. He then lifted up the back and folded it up over my hips and tucked the sides down under my stomach and between my legs and the pillows. “Oh here,” he said as his hand snuck under the sheets and handed me the poppers. Then as he rammed his nails into my hole one last time he said, “Remember the rules. Either way, I’ll see you in a bit.” I heard Booker go into the bathroom, close the door to my room, open the door to his, and shut that. The room was warm, but I was shivering in excitement and almost forgot to hit the poppers. I focused on that now, the rush making my head pulse a bit, then my body relaxed. Twice more and then I heard a THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause - THUMP – pause – THUMP. The sound of heavy boots coming down the hall got closer, and closer, and closer, and time slowed. The boots paused one last time. The door to my room slowly opened and I held my breath. The boots took a step in, then another, the door closed. They paused. I exhaled and started to breath fast like a rabbit knowing there was a predator lurking just outside my hutch. The boots slowly stepped over to the chair, the creak and groan of leather alerting me to his other movements. There was a CLUNK. Something heavy had been sat on the chair. The boots came up behind me. The powerful odor of leather – and man musk – permeated through the sheet. I began to shake. A large, leather gloved hand ran two fingers up and down my wet crack. The Ripper was here and I trembled as I remembered the last part of his ad that said, “ALL THAT COUNTS IS WHAT WILL LEAVE YOU SORE – MY 10+ INCH DICK AND DON’T BOTHER CONTACTING ME UNLESS YOU KNOW YOU CAN TAKE IT ALL ….”

You are absolutely correct. When I am in bottom mode, my cock is the last thing on my mind. I often don't cum until later. My whole focus is on the top and making sure he is totally satisfied. My mouth and hole are for his pleasure. My reward is his load(s).

I like when the cock is so inside to me, that I can feel his balls hit my butts !

The breeding definitely. I love it when the fucker unloads in me. The same way, when I top, I love it when the person I fuck takes my load.

I've: - been fucked raw on the dance floor at circuit parties and in gay clubs. - been fucked raw in the cab of a pickup truck while two cops were eating their lunch accross the street. - sucked lots of cocks in cars after partying at clubs - been fucked raw standing in the parking lot of a gay club while lots of guys watched - sucked cocks and been fucked in the showers at gym where I work out

A few that I can think of... Fucked by a tall, hung black guy in the woods at a campground. Fucked in a sling in the woods at the same campground. Fucked a guy in a park, daylight, across the street from a state legislature building. Various restrooms/rest areas across Canada and the US. Blew a guy on some open rocks in a river side park in Great Falls, MT Played in a number of different city parks in Alberta and Ontario. Fucked by a nice long, uncut cock in the womens shower room at a state park in Indiana. Just a general selection of places I've played. Man, I have been such a whore over the years. LOL

Hiking trails in California. Always hot when people within in a few feet and have no idea what's going on in the shrubs.

I love public sex! it all started at a young age when a older man inside the Montgomery Ward's mens restroom motion for me to cum over and let him suck my cock. barely a teenager and horny i let him. After that incident i cruised the mall bathrooms, parks, rest stops, beaches, the street and bathroom wall phone numbers.

I'll probably end up with HIV...just love raw dick too much

I agree, man! I've seen some of the "breeditraw" videos, and I get so excited when the movie first starts, but the end is always a let down. Why pull out? So we can see the cumshot? No, I'd rather see the look on the bottom's face as he feels the load deposited inside of him. Or the top's balls pulsating as they empty themselves. I just think go all the way or go home:P