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Chapter 5 Instead, when I woke I was in Mike’s room, in his bed, and he was at the doorway arguing with someone. “No fucking way. He’s exhausted. He hasn’t had enough time to recover. I’m the Prefect, he is mine, and I’m the one who decides when he is ready.” The door banged shut, and I sighed with relief. “Darr, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” said Mike. Honey? What was up with that and the nickname? I sat up, wincing at the soreness of my ass and the muscles in my thighs. I wanted to rage at him, to scream at him. But I was naked, didn’t know where my clothes or my wallet were. I didn’t even know what day it was, and he’d just finished protecting me from someone who probably wanted to use me again. I said the first thing that popped into my head. And it was even true. “I’m hungry. What do I have to do around here to get something to eat?” He looked slightly relieved, then waggled his eyebrows. “Well, if you’re very nice to me…” “I was plenty nice to this entire fraternity already. Not that it really matters, but how long ago was that?” “Last night.” I felt oddly comforted that it’d only been a night. For all I knew, I could have been out for a month, though I suppose my parents would have come looking for me. If I could get out of here somehow, I’d be able to get to a clinic and get the drug that’d stop the infection. I hoped. And I was banking on catching this particular fly with “honey” rather than vinegar. If I could do that, my chances of getting away were probably much better. “What do you want?” he asked. “It’s just about noon.” “What have you got?” I asked, putting on a playfully seductive manner. He leered at me in the same spirit. “Anything you want. You’re the ‘Prefect’s consort,’ so I can tell any member to either make or buy you something.” I thought a minute. “Toasted poppy seed bagel with cream cheese and lox, orange juice and iced coffee.” “No problem,” he said, and headed towards the door, but then something struck me. “You’re not going to leave, are you?” I was afraid that if he wasn’t here I’d have to fight off the entire frat on my own. He grinned. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute, huh? I’ll send someone out. You’re too scrumptious to leave unprotected just now.” He opened the door and shouted, “Hey, Ike, come here, I need you.” The big, muscular black guy who had fucked me so brutally came to the door with an inquiring look on his face. “Can you or Aaron go out and get Darr something for brunch? I don’t want to leave him alone.” It was stupid of me, but I felt absurdly touched when he said that. It was his fault I was in this position, but at least he wasn’t going to abandon me. “No problem, Mike. We were just going out to pick up something to bring back here anyway.” Ike glanced at me, gulped, and looked back over his shoulder as if to check whether anyone was listening, then said in low voice “Darren, sorry about last night. Carlos and I were trying to make it convincing, but Mike tells me we overdid it.” I couldn’t really imagine what this apology could mean. It didn’t make much sense. “Ike,” Mike said warningly. “We’ll talk about this later.” I still didn’t understand, but I felt like I should say something. I mean even if it was a bullshit apology, I should at least acknowledge he’d made it. “Uh, okay, Ike. Thanks.” He gave me a tentative smile and then said to Mike, “All right, Now I’ll go bitch to everyone how you’ve turned me into an errand boy.” They laughed conspiratorially, and then Ike raised his voice and said “Okay you arrogant prick. I’ll buy your fucking pussy boy his breakfast,” and banged the door closed. “Mike, what the hell is going on here?” I asked. “We’ve got a lot of time to talk about that.” I rolled my eyes. “If you want to live beyond the next five minutes you don’t have much time at all,” I said. He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re so funny. I loved it when you called the Father ‘Daddy Scorpion,’ I nearly exploded because I couldn’t laugh out loud.” “Mike,” I said impatiently. He came over and sat next to me on the bed, and put an arm around me. “It’s a whole internal political battle here. I’ve got my allies and my double-agents, though for all I know they might be double-double agents, but I don’t think so.” He didn’t say anything more, so I prodded, “And….” “Later, okay, when Aaron and Ike get back. I just want to hold you for a minute.” His arms, solid, warm and comforting went around me, and he pulled me between his legs. I raised my face to his, our eyes met, and we kissed again. And even though I was plenty sore, just that touch was enough to make me remember how good it had been between us last night, and to start yearning for him again. He broke off the kiss, and just held me. “Darr, it’s messed up, but I’m really happy right now. It’s been so lonely here, but then I felt a connection as soon as we started talking at orientation. I had to bring someone back and I wanted it to be someone I could talk and laugh with, not just have sex.” Honey appeared to be working. “The fucking was pretty good with you,” I said pressing against him. “Pretty good?” Mike said disbelievingly, pulling away to look at me. “You came so hard you hit yourself in the face with your own load both times!” “Okay, I’ve never come that hard in my life,” I conceded. Satisfied?” He gave me a cocky smile, and pulled me close again. We shouldn’t have mentioned fucking. All right, I’m the one who mentioned it. Maybe there was something to all their dumb rituals, because I was starting to feel like a bitch in heat. Ave libidinem, indeed. Mike seemed to be feeling it too, if the erection I could feel growing through his jeans was anything to go by. He pulled back again and kissed me, then we were shifting so he was on top of me, kissing my neck. I gasped, and like a reflex action my legs were parting and he was between them, humping his crotch against my butt; then my legs wrapped around his waist, and I kissed him back, matching his hunger, our tongues tangling. Both of us were breathing heavily; I ran my hands down his back to his butt, then started pushing his t-shirt out of the way so I could touch his bare skin. He gave something between a moan and a growl, then broke of the kiss. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? You must still be sore…” “Yeah, and I don’t care,” I murmured back, and was surprised to realize I meant it. “I need you to fuck me again. I wish last night could have just been us.” He smiled down at me and tenderly said, “Ave libidinem.” “Fratres, in cupiditate” I answered. Then he kissed my forehead, eyes, cheeks, chin, finally settling on my lips. This time I broke off the kiss to say “Mike. I need it!” He grinned. “Anyone ever tell you you’re bossy?” He sat up and pulled off his t-shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. I reached over and undid the button on his jeans and opened the zipper. He pushed them lower, and with some awkward thrashing managed to get them off, and tossed the jeans on the floor, too. He brought his dick to my lips, and I licked the head and the shaft, then his balls, and knowing how much he enjoyed it, licked his musky ass. He moaned loudly, and reached down to pull my head against his butt more securely, and began to thrust his hips, rubbing his asshole over my mouth. “You have no idea how good that feels,” he said huskily. “So let me show you.” With that he was moving back, pushing my legs to my chest, and delving into my ass with his tongue. I gasped and inhaled sharply, now hugging my thighs hard against my chest, tilting my hips to give him easier access. He didn’t stop, kept going, kissing, licking, teasing me with his tongue until I was all but whimpering. “Mike,” I said in an agonized whisper. “Yeah?” he said looking at me between my legs. “What can I do for you?” “FUCK ME. Please, I need to feel your dick inside me, need your charged load filling up my butt,” I was shocked to hear myself say. Did I really want him to pump more of the virus in me? Dumb question on all counts: I’d already taken 45 poz loads the night before, and the bitch in heat thing was not letting up, it was intensifying. The whole thing was incredibly erotic, and much as I hated to admit it, Daddy Scorpio knew his stuff. I was moaning with desire, burning with lust. “Oh, baby,” he breathed, and he grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the drawer in his nightstand, smeared it over his huge, hard cock, and then put a generous coating of it on the outside of my butt, and gently, carefully spread it inside of me with his finger. The greasy stuff actually helped the sting from being used so hard last night, which was good since I was determined to get him inside of me no matter what. He took my legs over his shoulders, pulled his rigid dick down, and then in a replay of the night before said, “Look at me Darren,” this time adding, “sweetheart.” He eased his cock inside me carefully, and I saw how good it felt: his jaw went slack and he groaned as he began to fill my ass up with his thick, rigid cock. “Oh, honey,” he whispered once he was all inside of me. “Darling…” he breathed, and began to pump in and out, slowly at first, but gaining steam quickly. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You have the most amazing ass, tight, sweet, like velvet and satin all in one.” His thrusts picked up in force and speed. He was kissing, licking and biting my neck and ears. “Harder,” I gasped, even though I was sore. He was hitting that spot inside me, and it was as if I were jerking myself off, but better. Look ma, no hands! It seemed that was the magic word. He was pounding against me, out of control, and began to grunt with each thrust. I was grunting in counterpoint with him, and then…I erupted. My own cum was splashing me in the face once more, and I was groaning out loud, my hips meeting his thrusts, matching his rhythm as I took what I wanted and needed so badly. Mike cried out, “Oh, baby, your ass is pumping the cum out of me!” I pushed my butt up into his crotch, holding it in place and Mike gave a last incoherent shout, and again rammed against me three times as his dick spasmed inside of me and he shot his load. His mouth covered mine, claiming my lips and thrusting his tongue in my mouth. And then the door opened…

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.

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.”

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.

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.

MIne is wearing a red hood at the Fickstutenmarkt in Berlin. Those who know what Fickstutenmarkt is, will understand.

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...

Charles – Horse Dick Leather Lord and Master (I first met Charles in the story, “Dr Mike – biohazard and healer - Part 3 – Does the venom take?” This is the story of the next time I saw him and caution, is NOT vanilla, but is true to who Charles, the Leather Master is.) In the final chapter of “Dr Mike – biohazard and healer” I had just finished receiving my new tattoo. My tatt had healed, and I guess it was less a tattoo than a new ID – a big, black and red, angry biohazard sign on my lower back, that reached down to the crack of my ass, and was almost 9 inches wide and 9 inches high. I had not seen Dr Mike since I got the tattoo, but had seen Hank and his herpes dick, Ben from Ghana, and of course spent time with Carl at the library. No one commented on my new tatt and I was sort of pissed and hurt. I thought this meant something, I thought I was special somehow – at least to Dr Mike. But, even though I had not heard from him I continued to do as he had ordered - to take as much dirty, filthy, toxic AIDs cum and dick as I could. I wanted to make him proud, proud of the man he had turned me into, and proud of my biohazard ass. The last time I had seen Dr Mike he had given me Charles’ phone number and told me, “I expect to hear from him that you have given that ass up to him.” I had seen Charles only briefly after he had brutally fucked me in Dr Mike’s office, but he appeared to be in his late 30s, early 40s, about 6”4, a good 230, he was white with curly brown hair, a big mustache, hairy chest (he had on a leather vest), leather pants with no crotch, and big black boots. His dick was tremendous, long, fat, over 11 inches and Charles was, according to Dr Mike, ‘an AIDs fucker.’ Charles also had gonorrhea, so his dick was a continuous fountain of infected drippings. I had called Charles several times, but he never answered or returned my call and frankly I was relieved as he scared the fuck out of me. The weather in DC had gotten colder and I came home after only an hour at work on a Thursday as it had started to snow lightly, but everyone freaked out and they started to shut the city down. The phone rang, and when I answered the man said, “This is your Leather Master boy, remember me? I raped that little hole of yours for Dr Mike and he has new orders for you. Be outside your building tomorrow morning at 5:30 a.m. I don’t care you have to work, it’s a Friday, call off and this fucking city will be shut down anyways. You stand on the sidewalk and wait, do not move you hear me. Between now and then no sex, no getting some pussy cock up there, no jacking off, and do not eat anything.” With that Charles hung up and I was left to wonder what the fuck was going on. When I got up the next morning at 4:00 a.m. he was right. We had about an inch of snow and the city was shut down. Offices were closed, schools were closed, the government was closed, so at least I did not have to miss work. I was standing outside my building at 5:30 a.m. and the street was dead. No one was out, not even the snow plows. I waited, and waited, and by 5:45 was ready to go back in as I was freezing. But then I saw a pickup coming up the street with it’s headlights on and apparently no muffler as it sounded like a Mac truck. The truck was old, beat up, had crap hanging out of the bed and some of those big tires on it like it went off road all the time. It pulled up, the window rolled down and this guy said through the clenched cigarette in his teeth, “Hey – Charles call you? Yeah, cool man, hop in.” I walked around the front of the truck, hopped in the front seat and looked at the driver. This guy was not Charles, not sure who he was, but he was younger than me, had real long hair pulled back in a pony tail, and was wearing a bandana to hold it back. His beard was pretty long, scraggily, and he was not handsome as it looked like his nose had been broken a few times, his teeth were bad, his denim jacket was holy and dirty, as were his jeans. He looked pretty tall, like Charles, about 6”4 but a bit thicker and more muscular, like 250 pounds. He had a beer in a cup holder that he took a swig from, tapped the ashes from his cigarette in the ash tray then looked at me and said, “Let me see it man, I want to see that tatt everyone’s been fucking talking about.” “Um, we’re in the middle of the street, no I don’t think so,” I said. His hand struck out like a viper, closed around my throat, and he said, “Like I said, I want to see it, NOW.” I shook my head, undid my coat, my pants, and slid them down to my ankles and sort of turned on my side in the truck seat so my back was towards him. He let out a slow, long whistle, “Damn! Fucking hot,” as he ran his leather gloved hand over my tatt and my left ass cheek. “You got me nice hard now, turn around here.” He held the cigarette between his teeth as he unzipped his pants and pushed my head towards the dick that popped out. Fuck Christ – he was huge! Just like Charles. The truck was idling in front of my apartment building and the street lights cast enough light so I could see the head of his dick was oozing heavy, thick, goo. This was not cum, looked like gonorrhea, and as I hesitated he pushed me onto his dick, I opened my mouth, and sucked on the head. He was uncut, but it was like they did it only part way, as skin still seemed attached to the front of his dick head. He also had a Prince Albert piercing, a barbell, not a ring like Charles and not as thick. I licked it clean and his dick tasted like sweat, filth, and ass, and dug my tongue into the slit trying to get more of his infected jizz. He started to moan, “Fuck no boy, gotta hold off, Sir will have my ass as it is, FUCK! I cannot wait to climb up on you.” With that he pushed me off, I got dressed as he zipped up, put the truck in drive and headed off. “I’m Roger,” he said as he turned onto the main street and nodded at me. “Sir – I mean Charles – sent me to pick you up. You see I am like his hmmm…… his… apprentice I guess you could say you know what I mean? No? Well Sir is teaching me how to be a good master and he is the best. I have seen him break boys in minutes like he is going to break you and he is teaching me everything he knows. He promised me that if I was good I get to break you too.” Wow, sure did not fucking expect that and was not sure what to say so I Just huddled against the cold as there was no heat in the truck and watched my breath mingle with his smoke as Roger drove through the empty city streets. We pulled onto a small, one-block side street just off 20th and P Street near Dupont Circle. There were several gay bars in the area, but I never realized this little group of row houses was here. I followed Roger up to a house that was sort of in the middle of the block on the left, grayish in color, and one side of it fronted an alley that led back behind a bunch of restaurants that fronted P Street. At the front door Roger took out a key, let us in, and in the entryway told me to get undressed. I looked around sort of confused as we were not really inside yet and even though the front door glass was frosted, I felt exposed, but he just glared at me, so I bent down to take off my boots. As I did he reached his arm around my neck, pulled me back towards him, and started sticking his tongue in my ear and licking my neck and left cheek. At the same his other hand reached down the back of my pants, grabbed my underwear and yanked hard. I cried out, his hand covered my mouth and he kept yanking on my shorts as he tongued me. My shorts ripped as they tore into my ass crack and he continued to grab fistfuls of cloth and tug up and hard, giving me a wedgy from hell as he moved his hand and his tongue found my open mouth. His breath was awful, cigarettes, liquor, and more, but he kissed me hard, shoved my face against the exposed brick in the entryway, and finished tearing my shorts into shreds. He now stepped back, unzipped his pants, and out popped his fully hard dick. I turned to look but he pushed my face back against the brick wall, this time really hard and I felt a small trickle of blood run down my cheek as the brick cut into my face. Roger yanked on my pants, spit on my ass and was working to force his dick into my dry hole when the main door to the house opened as Roger said, “Oh fuck we are going to have some fun!” There was Charles just as I remembered him. All in leather, hairy, and looking pissed. “What the FUCK DO YOU THINK you are doing?” he asked. Roger stumbled back, pulling up his pants, “I ah was just teaching him not to mouth off to me. He ah was talking back, so I ah...” Charles took one step and gave Roger a good right hook and said, “NEVER lie to me you little fuck. You HAVE to learn to fucking CONTROL YOURSELF. Goddamn it Son, what the fuck?” Charles then turned and walked into the house. I was huddled against the wall amazed as Roger had barely flinched with that hit, even though there was a little blood at the corner of his lip. He turned to me and said, “You will pay for that.” How the fuck was that my fault? He then pulled up his pants, told me to strip, grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house after him. We were in a hallway that ran the length of the right side of the house. About halfway down was a door on the right that he opened, pushed me ahead of him, and I went down the dark stairs. At the bottom I looked around. The wall in front of me had mirrors, as did several other walls I could see. The room was painted a dark red, almost black, the ceiling was black. As we walked to the right and the room opened up, I could see chains hanging from the ceiling, a sling, several sets of shelves with various metal and leather things on them, including one that had a bunch of dildoes and such. To the left there was a large platform bed with mirrors behind it, on the ceiling, and on the wall to the left, and the bed was covered with some sort of black sheet. There appeared to be stuff further on, but the light was too dim to clearly see. Charles was standing in the middle of the room, hands balled into fists by his side, his hard dick was ringed in steel with at least one big metal cock ring around his balls, pushing them out and forward. “KNEEL.” Fuck he sounded like Dr Mike when he said that. I kneeled where I was and was surprised when Roger kneeled too, but about a foot in front of me. “The last time I saw you I know Dr Mike told you I took it easy on you and so I did. Not this time. This time I will do whatever the fuck I want to you and you will take it. I will hurt you, and you will heal but you will never be the same. Dr Mike may give you choices, well he says he will, but he never fucking does right? Well, you’ve got no choices here either.” What did he mean by that? Fuck what was he going to do me? I had read shit in the papers before about crazy guys doing crazy shit to someone like cutting off a foot or something. No, that just my fear talking as my heart stared beating like 100 miles and hour and I started to sweat and shake a little. Charles could see the fear on my face and confusion as he laughed and said, “I am your Leather Lord and Master. I will use and abuse you and I have no limits and now neither do you. Once I start I will not stop and now you have no choice in the matter as I am going to rape the fuck out of you. You can cry, scream, and beg and plead, which I hope you do, but it will do you no good. The door is locked, this room is soundproof, and you are now my victim. Well, mine and his if he learns to behave.” I looked at Roger, who turned slightly, looked at me, and licked at the little mark of dried blood on his lip as he smiled. Charles continued, “You will learn to give yourself, all of yourself to me or whoever else asks it when ordered. Pain is necessary as you can only truly learn by scar tissue, being ripped, torn, and used. I can promise you though that I am an expert in inflicting pain and abuse, but I will not permanently damage you. No, never that, and even if you believe what I am doing is beyond what your body can take, you will be wrong, as you WILL TAKE IT! You will learn to fear me, serve me, and fear me even more, but there is hope, for if you serve me well, you will please not only me, but Dr Mike. Do you want to please Dr Mike?” I was a bit stunned and just sat there, but Roger twisted around, slapped my face with his gloved hand and sneered, “Answer HIM!” “Yes, please, I want to please Dr Mike,” I said, my voice wavering. Charles smiled wide, reached to the side table, lit a smoke of some kind, and continued. “I am a Demon in the flesh, here to take your body and soul, all that is evil, I am the Ass Destroyer. Dr Mike wants you pushed beyond all boundaries, and believe me, you have no idea what is in store for you. I am Dr Mike’s Lieutenant and he is the one man, the only man I serve. I want a willing sacrifice and you will be willing – not now – but you will – you will give yourself totally to me. Some tops would give you drugs to make you lose control, I won’t, Jack Daniels/JD or whatever sure, but I want you to fight me, I will break you, just like I broke my Son here, but not the same way of course.” “You see, my Son here is a Master in his own right, so his training is a bit different. His dick is full of death too and until he earns the right to have some ass to call his own, for now he serves as a recruiter I guess. He works for me and when the weather is warm I send him to the back patio of the Eagle to find some unsuspecting ass like yours who is just a dick hungry queer willing to do anything to get a taste of it. He will give them a taste of it for sure, but only to get them back here. Here is where the fun starts, here is where we rape them and turn them into infected AIDs holes to be used and fucked and tossed away. You should hear them cry and scream when we tell them we are infecting them!!! Maybe if you learn well you can serve me at the Eagle too, give that AIDs hole to some unsuspecting negative top at the Eagle – give those fuckers something to take home besides a hangover.” “Here, before we begin, stand up and turn around so I can see,” Charles said. Finally, someone was going to pay attention to my tatt. He said, “You know what that means Son? That means Dr Mike has made him a fucking killer, he has passed the bug and death onto some poor unsuspecting asshole. Pretty fucking amazing! I did not believe when the sick fuck told me, but seeing it is damn hot. This is one sick infected ass and today it is mine and if you are good, yours too Son.” Why did he keep calling him Son? Was Roger his Son? They sort of looked alike, but I just thought he was a friend or something. I was smiling listening to them admire my tatt and when I turned back around and Charles saw my smile he closed the distance between us in an instant and wrapped his big gloved hand around my throat. My eyes bulged in fear and his spit was flying in my face as he said, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING ABOUT? You ain’t got shit to be smiling about yet, you are a worthless piece of ass flesh and I am going to beat that pride right out of you. You may think you are a biohazard piece of ass now, but trust me, there is so much more we will infect you with.” Charles let go, stepped back as I caught my breath and he went on, “Son, you go get dressed properly.” He turned to me and said, “I have made you a special drink. Some JD and good stuff, like I said, I want you to fight me, so nothing too strong.” Roger headed back the way we came, I guess to a room that had been off to the left of the small, mirrored hallway. I accepted the drink from Charles and downed it as he motioned for me to drink up. Having not eaten since the day before and being scared shitless, the stuff went right to my head. Not usually drinking liquor helped too I guess. I finished, handed the glass back to him. Charles stepped towards me, “Kneel. Lick my boots.” I looked up at him questioning, I had never done that before and frankly his boots looked pretty filthy. “Are you questioning me?” Charles said as he took his right foot, planted it firmly in the middle of my chest and kicked me over onto my back. He was standing over me now, his boot planted firmly on my gut, “I will only fucking tell you once, when I do you better not question me.” So I scrambled onto my hands and knees and started licking his boots. As I did Charles started spitting me on me, calling me worthless, telling me my tatt meant nothing, I was not worthy of serving him, and until I showed I was worthy I would never see Dr Mike again. I was crushed, anything but that, I wanted – no needed – to see Dr Mike, so I decided I would do whatever it took to make that happen and began licking his boats like they contained the last drops of water in the biggest desert. Roger came back into the room as I saw his big boots come into view. Charles said, “Get on all fours, but don’t stop cleaning those boots.” I did as ordered and soon felt Roger behind me. His gloved hands were rubbing my back, my ass, he spread my ass open and dug in, driving his tongue into my hole as his beard scraped me. Charles reached down, slapped my face hard and said, “Now the other one,” as Roger kept eating my ass. After a while Charles said, “Kneel.” I then kneeled in front of him, Roger got up and went and stood beside Charles. I looked up that them, two Leather Lords and Masters towering over me, I got scared again, but tried not to show it as I waited for my next orders. I saw that Roger was dressed now like Charles. Leather vest, leather pants with no crotch, he had armbands on each arm and metal cockrings around his balls. He also had more piercings, some small rings piercing his ball sac running from the base of his dick down towards his ass. His balls were a lot bigger than Charles’, which were pretty big, and they looked black and blue. Both of them were pretty well built and I also noticed that both of them had several tatts on their arms, and chest, include a black biohazard tatt peaking out from the left side just above where their hearts were. My dick started to get hard looking at them and I wanted to please them as I looked at their horse cocks again. Both of them were fairly hard and about the same size – holy fuck they were huge and both of them were dripping – gonorrhea drip. “Dr Mike told me you tested positive for gonorrhea, but I know he has not treated you and doubt he will. You see there is nothing better than an ass that smells of infection and death and we are going to make sure you never get clean,” Charles said as he stepped closer and began rubbing his dick head over my face, spreading his gonorrhea drip on my lips, chin, nose, and cheeks. I opened my mouth to lick his dick and was stunned as he slapped me hard. “Did I fucking tell you to lick me? No, now shut that mouth, I ain’t done,” Charles said he as continued smearing my face. Charles stepped back and Roger stepped over to me and repeated the process. He had a lot more drip coming out of his dick and the smell was awful and filled my nostrils as he covered my face too. My eyes were closed when he stopped as some of his drip was now on my eyelids, so I flinched a little when I felt someone grab my face between their gloved hands and then began licking me. It was Roger, could tell from the beard, and I stayed still as Roger licked my face clean of the drip they had just covered me in. He then opened my mouth with gloved fingers and started spitting in my mouth, feeding me all the toxic drip he had just cleaned off. I swallowed hard and gagged a little and they both laughed. Roger let go of my face, stood up, and now shoved his dick into my mouth. I choked as he rammed my throat, Roger slapped my face and I choked even more. I leaned back to pull away a little but he put his hands on the back of my head and started pushing me down on his cock, hard. He was trying to fuck my face as hard as he could but there was no way I could take his dick and he was clearly frustrated. Roger pushed my head back, slapped me hard and said, “God damn little fucker!” and slapped me again. This time when he slapped me he caught more of my nose than my face and I felt some blood begin to trickle out of my nose. “Fuck Son, you are still letting your nuts rule that head of yours. Take your time, he is ours and is not going any where and he will learn – no he will be forced – to take both of us just like we want, now clean him up,” Charles growled. Roger bent down, glared at me, fuck he was pissed, grabbed my head again between his hands and started licking at the blood coming out of my nose as he applied pressure with his right thumb. He finished, stood up, and he and Charles went back by the table, both grabbed something to smoke, which I could tell by the smell was not cigarettes, and looked at me as I stayed kneeling where I was. After a few minutes Roger went and sat on the platform bed, his dick looking huge as it bounced and twitched. Charles came back to me, “Lick my balls.” I flicked my tongue out and began licking his balls. He was very hairy, and tasted of sweat and his smell was so intoxicating. Total man funk, and I loved it. Charles slapped the side of my head as he laughed, “Damn boy, you have got a lot to learn. This is not some little cone of ice cream to be lapping, these are fucking man balls. I want you to put them in your mouth, suck on them, use that tongue, tug on them with your teeth eat those fuckers.” So I did. His balls were big and I could fit one in my mouth at a time, but not two. I licked, sucked, and squeezed each one between my teeth and pulled back when I did, stretching them out and away from Charles’ dick. Charles moaned when I did that and started rubbing my head with his gloved hand. I tugged harder, and bit down more, and Charles moaned even louder, pulling away from me, stretching his balls out even further. I was afraid I was going to hurt him I guess, but the rougher I chewed, sucked, and stretched his balls the more he moaned and the harder his dick got and the more he started dripping precum onto my face. I was whimpering with pleasure and my own dick was so fucking hard I reached down and started to jack it. I got slapped hard and Charles’ ball plopped out of my mouth trailed by a mouthful of spit. “DON’T fucking touch yourself. You WILL NOT cum unless I tell you it is OK,” Charles said as he stepped away. I was wiping the spit off my face as he grabbed his smoke and went and sat down by Roger. Now it was Roger’s turn. He put his smoke down, stepped up, “You better learn to please him – and me – and do it fucking right.” So I repeated what I had done with Charles, tugging on Roger’s balls with my mouth as I slurped and ate them. Roger’s were a lot bigger than Charles’ and it took me a while to figure out how to get it in my mouth, but I did and soon had him moaning. “Pull hard – yeah bite them good, pull them asshole – HARDER!” Roger screamed at me as he got more and more worked up as I bruised his balls with my mouth. “FUCK you’re making me cum – open your mouth take my CUM!!!” he screamed. I opened wide as his hot cum shot into my mouth, and down my throat. His cum was really thick and sour, but tasted so good. I then licked his dick clean as he smiled, stepped back, slapped the side of my head lightly and said, “Whew, damn, that was good. Don’t worry, I can cum again like that in no time and plan to feed you a few loads in your ass too.” Roger grabbed his smoke and sat down on the bed beside Charles who was stroking his dick. Charles got up, made me another big drink, and handed it to me. I was still kneeling and Charles bent down and kissed me hard, tastings his Son’s load in my mouth. He then let me down the drink, took the glass and went back to smoke with Roger. After a few minutes Charles said something and Roger scrambled up, got behind me, pulled my arms behind my back and lifted me up. Charles was now standing directly over me and I trembled as he looked down at me. He did look truly evil in this light and it was hot as shit in that basement, so the sweat made him glisten. Not only that but his cock was hard and was gleaming with the gonorrhea drip and precum. He slapped my face, “What do you want?” I was surprised and just opened my mouth and nothing came out. He slapped me again, a little harder, “What do you want?” This time I said, “Please fuck me.” CHARLES SLAPPED ME HARDER “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” THIS TIME I REPLIED, “PLEASE SIR, RAPE ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK, I WANT YOUR AIDS CUM!” Charles laughed, smiled, and said to Roger, “Get him ready,” to me Charles said, “Dr Mike has taught you well.” Roger pushed me forward to the right towards the large leather swing that was hanging from the ceiling. He pushed my chest forward onto the sling and I had to step up onto the small platform under the swing to stabilize myself. Roger walked in front of me, yanked my arms forward, and put each wrist in a handcuff looped to the chains on each side. My chest and torso were on the sling as my face hung over the far edge. Roger moved the wood platform I had been standing on, so now almost all my weight was on the sling and I was barely able to balance myself on my tiptoes. The sling swayed, the chains clanged as the thick links banged together. The smell of the leather was intoxicating, and the JD made me feel dizzy and fucked up. Roger came back around the front and pulled a leather hood down over my head. I could not see, but there was a hole for my nose and mouth. “Here, sniff these, good Amsterdam shit poppers,” he said, his voice muffled a little through the hood as I felt a cold glass bottle under my nose. I took several big hits, and felt them kick in and mix with the drink. My head was throbbing and chest felt tight, when I felt a pair of gloved hands running over my ass. Charles had huge hands and I remembered from before he liked rubbing my ass. This time the rubbing did not last long as he hauled back and slapped my right ass cheek. I yelped, tried to move, but lost my footing on the wood so just swung a little Charles laughed, hauled off and slapped my left side. He then continued slapping my ass, alternating sides as I tried to shift and move to get away. The next pain was 10 times worse than the slap had been. He was now using something like a stick, which I would learn later was a leather crop. I cried out a little as Charles began striping the flesh on my ass, first one side, then the next, harder and harder. I would feel the sting first, then the pain would shoot into my flesh as the burning of each whipping took hold. I was crying out, begging him to stop, pleading, and trying to move my ass out of the line of fire. But it was futile as any movement just made me swing back and forth a little and I soon realized no matter what I did I was going nowhere. I also realized each time I tried to run Charles whipped me harder. Charles stopped, leathered hands ran over the welts forming on my ass and I felt a hand against the side of my hooded head and hot breath near my mouth as a voice said, “ I am going to rape you now – you hear me – not like before, This time there will be no piss from Dr Mike to prelube you, just what you work out of my dick so you better jiggle that ass for me and make me precum. More importantly, you will bleed because I am going to fuck to hurt and that is the best lube of all.” I started to shake and shiver from fear, the cold, the drink, not sure which, but could not stop and tried to get some leverage with my feet to move with no luck, so I started to beg as loudly as I could, which still sounded a bit far away with the hood on. “Please NO, please DON’T! Please STOP! PLEASE!!!” I did not hear a reply, but felt the poppers under my nose and Roger telling me to hit them. I breathed as deep as I could and they were too quickly taken away. I needed more, but I felt Charles’ gloved hands spread my ass wide and the PA in the head of his horse dick push against my asshole. Even though I had taken a lot of dick the past several months, I had not been fucked in a few days and was naturally tight, so there was no way in hell his dick was going in me. Charles worked a bare finger in past his dick head and started clawing at my guts, then two, round and round inside my ass. I started feeling warm and knew he had made me bleed and soon felt him push his dick head a little in my hole, working it around. He pushed side to side and kept up constant pressure on my hole. I breathed a sigh of relief as this was not as bad as I feared, but when I did my hole must have relaxed a little as Charles was now lodged in my outer ring and my ass was stretched to the limit. I screamed a little from the shock and surprise as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him. Again my feet lost all footing and I was hanging in mid-air as he pulled me onto his dick. The mix of blood, precum, and gonorrhea drip was doing its job and lubing his horse dick up. Charles continued to pull my ass open as he shoved into me, and I continued to yell and scream and buck and try to get away, rattling the chains with every movement to escape. Charles then seemed to push me away and I realized he was using the leverage and motion of the sling to dig deeper. When the sling came back, so did my open hole and his dick tore my ass. He was ripping me raw with his AIDs filled dick and the pain was unbelievable I now felt a hand on my face and the muffled voice of Roger who said, “Fuck boy, he has you all bloody all ready and he ain’t even started yet. Let me hear you scream for him to stop, come on now.” I obliged, or tried to, as when I went to plead again this time Charles’ dick slammed balls deep and I was ripped in half. The scream caught in my throat, the blood running out of my ass, and the heat and pain radiating from my hole was beyond anything I had experienced before. His thrusts were still small, but so painful, and every inch of that horse dick was like being cut with a knife. As happened the first time he rape fucked me, I think I passed out a little off and on from the pain as my mind was overwhelmed and my body was shocked beyond what I could handle. I was totally at his mercy. Charles was balls deep and paused, he then slapped my ass again hard a few times renewing the pain from the whipping, my ass reflexed, clinched, then let go and as it did he started slam fucking me. I was crying, screaming, and begging him to stop now. I could not take it anymore. It hurt so fucking bad! There was no joy in this, fuck Dr Mike! What was he thinking! I tried to struggle against the chains, but Charles just fucked harder as I did and I just felt like a side of beef in the slaughterhouse hanging off the meat hooks. Roger was back at my face, hand on the side of my head as he said, “Fuck yeah! You should see this shit! Of wow – he fucked you up! Damn! He’s gonna fucking cum in you – you are so getting his AIDs from this!” Roger had apparently kneeled down in front of me as he started to kiss me hard, muffling my screams with his mouth as he held my head and tongue fucked me as Charles fucked my ass. Charles was now pulling me with all his might back onto his dick and then pushing me away and pulling me back. His balls were slapping my ass and his dick was shredding my insides with every thrust. I was taking him all – his entire fucking horse dick – over 11 inches of ass destroyer, but at the time I could only see the white hot pain. My dick was not even hard as the pain wiped everything from view. Charles then stopped, the chains shuddered, and so did Charles. I COULD FEEL HIS DICK QUIVER, PULSE, AND UNLOAD IN ME AS HE SWELLED AND SHOT HIS AIDS CUM INTO MY BLOODY ASS. It seemed like a few minutes as Charles’ dick continued to quiver, flex, and fill my guts as he slowly continued working his shaft in my torn ass to ensure his toxic load coated my entire guts. Roger continued kissing me, forcing his spit into my mouth as he did, gnawing at my lips, scraping me with his beard. I could barely breathe, only whimper, and could not grasp what had just happened. Slowly Charles backed out of my ass and when he finally came free I could feel all the fuck juice begin running out of my hole, down my legs, and onto the floor. The pain was even worse in some ways without him in me and my ass felt abandoned. Hard to describe, as much as I wanted him to stop, I now wanted him back inside of me and whimpered even more. Roger stopped kissing me and I was left hanging there, finally able to try to relax. My reprieve was short lived as I soon felt gloved hands on my ass again, slowly running over the now fully-formed welts that covered each cheek. Slowly the hands worked back and forth and then SLAM! They started slapping my ass hard again. I yelled in surprise and pain and heard muffled laughter. SLAM! SLAM!! SLAM!!!! Back and forth, the leather stinging my already tender flesh. The gloved hands then spread my ass and I felt Roger’s bearded face push between my cheeks and nip and tongue at my shredded hole. I begged, “Please, oh fuck please don’t! I can’t really I can’t, please let me just get up a minute.” Roger laughed, I heard him say, “Now you will pay,” as his slammed his horse dick up my already torn ass. Charles had left me gaping and wounded and Roger’s dick went balls deep on the first thrust. I saw white hot pain and think I passed out a little again. I started to scream and beg, but my pleas fell on deaf ears as Roger took his turn raping me with his gonorrhea dick. Once he found his rhythm he started slapping my ass too so a new level of pain was added to the fuck. After a bit of that he leaned forward, grabbing me just above my hips and squeezed hard as he slam fucked my ass. I was crying again and it seemed like he fucked forever and never slowed down as he pummeled me, digging into my sides harder with his fingers as his dick dug as deep as he could into my guts. Finally, blessedly, Roger came and unloaded another load in me, this time in my ass, but no slow pull out for him, he just yanked his dick out, taking half my guts with him when he did. More wetness ran down my legs and I could hear Charles and Roger saying something to each other, but could not make it out. I lay in the sling for a long time, was able to stop crying, and slowly realized I had other sensations besides pain. Stay Tuned for Part 2 – The Leather Lord’s Continue Their Training and the Return of Dr Mike

I've been taking it raw from my friends dad( im 21 and he is 52) and he is singel. It's the best sex I've ever had but I feel guilty. He is insanely hot and treats me like a whore just the way I want it and my friend knows nothing even though his load has been inside of me more than 10 times.

Chasing the Bug 2.0 – My Cuckold Boyfriend and Caribbean Salvation Part 1 - Bahamian Fuck in the Boathouse and Part 2 – Raw AIDs Dick in St Thomas Let me start by telling you about Richard, my ex-partner (he liked ‘husband’ because he was the top, but whatever), who is white, in his early 40’s, handsome, Ivy League educated, and works for one of the most prestigious lobbyomg firms in Washington, DC. So, basically he was a tight ass, but I loved him, or did once, guess in the later years it became ‘care for with a dash of tolerance and two dashes of get the fuck off me.’ I met Richard on a phone chat line about 12 years ago. I was still working through my attraction to men, and at the time, Richard was my dream. He was successful, powerful, handsome, and on our first date he showed me his rare and priceless antique maps. I know, sounds corny, but I saw passion in his eyes and heard it in his voice when he spoke about those fucking maps – and after several dates and a few fucks after spending the evening in the hot tub – he looked at me with the same passion and spoke with the same intensity to me, and about me, so I was hooked. When we met, Richard and I were on pretty much the same page sexually. He was a good 10 years older than me, but we were very compatible. However, over the years I started to get bored. Sex with Richard was like a Georgetown housewife’s scripted recipe – kiss for 5 minutes, very little tongue, suck him for about 2 minutes (with condom on) while he rubbed my head, then me laying face down while he put on a new condom and fucked me for about 2 more minutes. Over and over and over this was our sex life and frankly I was bored as fuck. I tried suggesting ways to spice things up, but Richard would have none of it, until he came upon what he said was the perfect solution – he would watch me get fucked by some other guy while he watched because he enjoyed being a ‘cuckold’ husband. Basically a cuckold is someone who’s wife is unfaithful and they have no power and are forced to submit, watch, are powerless, or whatever. I guess being a high-powered lobbyist all day he wanted someone else in control, so I agreed, and about once a month he would set us up with a top who would come to our house, fuck me, and Richard would sit in the fucking Queen Anne winged back chair in the bedroom jacking his dick. One would think this would be interesting or even fun – NOT! Every single guy Richard set us up with was like him – about the same age, white, dick not too big or not too small (Richard was about 8 inches, average thickness), missionary fuck, and they always wore a condom. Richard and I got tested for HIV and everything else a few times a year and no matter how much I made the argument that I wanted to try having him inside me raw or at least suck him without a condom, it was always, “No, that is too dangerous.” So I was left with two conclusions – either he was a total fucking sleaze ball fucking tons of ass on the side or, since was such a tight ass, the more likely option was he was an uptight asshole who would always keep those barriers between us. So much for intimacy. No matter how much I wanted to make him understand, I could never tell him that feeling his raw cock slide into me and taking his cum was, for me, the ultimate intimacy I could imagine!!! I loved him, and his refusal was a rejection of that love – and of me – and so, overtime, I fantasized more and more about being fucked raw. Not just raw, I wanted us to be linked and so there was no excuse, every time we got tested I prayed and wished that by some miracle we both were POZ. If we were, we would not need a condom, we could be together, I could feel him deep in me breeding me with his cum. About two years ago I was laid off from my job with a business management firm. The recession had hit us hard, government spending was done and in DC that is the milk that flows from the Mother tit, so I became a true ‘housewife’, spending my days making it a happy home for Richard. Yet, no matter what I did, Richard’s idea of sex never changed, and so, I found other outlets. I first came across Machofucker.com about a month after I was laid off. Holy fuck! I had never seen anything like that. Richard thought porn was ‘dirty’ – meaning low class – so we did not own any. I was hooked. Not only did these guys fuck with abandon and enjoyment, and loudly – they fucked raw and you could see their cum!!! Oh my God I could not believe it. Thankfully they had free previews, which I downloaded to a DVD that I hid in the basement under a box of old paint cans, so I could dig it out and watch it when Richard was not home and he would be none the wiser. Well, one day I forgot to remove the DVD from the computer after I had jacked off about four times and uploaded their newest free preview. When Richard came home and logged on to watch BBC News online, the DVD spun up and on the screen came this big black dick fucking a white ass raw, and rough. Richard was aghast, said he was disgusted and wanted to puke, I tried to apologize but my dick was hard and tenting my pants, so he was even more ‘disappointed’ and said he did not know who I was anymore. I asked him again – no I begged – can we please just try something like that? Richard swore, which was extreme for him, got into his Mercedes, and left the house. I hid my DVD, Richard came home later like nothing had happened, and so every day I fantasized more and more about how to get out of this sex hell hole I was in. I became more and more depressed – no job, no sex that I liked, Richard not caring about my needs, I just wanted out, and began trolling websites more and more. As I explored my bareback/raw fucking fantasies I came across a couple blogs of guys who were POZ and who talked about not only fucking raw, but of chasing the bug, stealth pozzing other guys, sharing their virus and more. I could not believe it. I was sort of disgusted at first, but the more I read, the more I realized how free, how connected, how much these guys were living life how they wanted when I was doing the exact opposite. I now knew what I wanted – I wanted a man to POZ me – I wanted to chase the bug – and get it – then I would be free. I became obsessed and so wanted to try some of the things I read about like going to a bookstore, or bathhouse, but I was afraid. Afraid of Richard finding out, afraid of what would happen if I did catch the bug, afraid of seeing someone I recognized or knew, and more. Richard knew I was not happy, so he actually surprised me one day by coming home with a big envelope, which when I opened it, had two airline tickets to Orlando and an itinerary for a 7-day cruise to the Caribbean out of Port Canaveral. I had never been on a cruise, frankly Richard never took vacations so the best I got was a weekend in Atlantic City once every two years, which would end up a disaster as Richard always lost all his money and he would be depressed for days afterwards. I was excited, at least I would get out of the fucking house and who knows, may have fun, even with Richard. More importantly, I saw this as my chance – my chance to explore what I needed – my need to get POZZED – my need to be converted – my need to chase the bug. Somehow thinking about doing this away from DC made it easier, and made it more OK. As the weeks flew by before the cruise, I visited a number of chat sites where people talked about bareback sex. I was too nervous to really speak to anyone, but did exchange emails with a few guys, including one guy on St. Thomas, one of the Caribbean islands where our cruise ship would stop. This guy’s name was James, he was about Richard’s age, had grown up in Miami, but his family was from St. Thomas and after he finished college he had gone back to St. Thomas, began a few businesses, and seemed like a nice guy. He was very friendly, our chats were never sexually explicit, and I never felt like I was cheating on Richard. He told me to keep in touch and that if it looked like I might have time, to email him from the ship and he would give me an address of this little bar he owned where we could meet up when in St. Thomas. I assumed he was into bareback sex from the site he was on – bareback.com – and he was a top, black, well hung, drank, smoked, and all the other things Richard was not. I jerked off so many times fantasizing about ‘James’ – even though I had not even seen a face picture – just only knew him from his short profile and our emails. It was finally time to go on the cruise and I could not wait. I was so tired of Richard and his controlling ways, I just wanted to relax and get out of the house. I was also tired of feeling worthless. I still had not been able to find a job and hated feeling indebted to him. What sort of partner was I? We caught our flight to Orlando, spent a day at Sea World, took a car to Port Canaveral/Cocoa Beach, spent a day there, and then boarded the cruise ship on a Sunday morning. The ship was huge – over three football fields long, and was a wonder. There were pools, restaurants, shopping, live shows, and more. A few guys flirted with me, including our stateroom attendant, but Richard was always by my side, so what little action I had was a quick jack off when I excused myself from the dinner table. Richard got seasick, so we had no sex at all, which I did not miss frankly. Having him on top of me was becoming something I dreaded – and hated. Tuesday morning, the ship anchored just offshore of a small island in the Bahamas. The island was owned by the cruise line but was packed with little shops, nice beaches, and lots of activities. One of those activities was parasailing. I had never been parasailing and begged and begged and begged Richard to go with me. Of course I imagined it would be like America’s Funniest Home Videos where you see someone being dragged down the beach and hitting the water face first while their swim trunks come off – but we could see them as the small boats took us from the ship to shore. They were launching off the back of small motorboats and it looked like so much fun! Once we landed on the island I ‘wandered’ over to where the map said the parasailing booth was. Richard followed, relented, and soon we were in a boat with six other cruisers. As we sped off and got settled I looked closer at the guys running the boat. There were three of them, all handsome, black, and I could not keep my eyes off one guy in particular who was sitting on the edge of the back of the boat with his legs spread and a huge bulge in his pants. He had on an orange t-shirt, khaki shorts, white sneakers, and reflective sunglasses, so I could not see where he was looking, but his dick was due south, moist, and formed a tasty looking outline. Richard noticed my focused gaze and said, “So what? You into black men now is that it? Jesus Christ, I bring you on an amazing vacation and all you can do is ogle the local working class?” I told Richard to lower his voice and said, “Yes, actually, I was looking, and thinking of you actually. Knowing how much you enjoy being a cuckold for another, who better to be powerless against than a big black man in a foreign country? What could you do? Nothing! You would be helpless, he is like nothing we have ever seen, right?” Richard’s mouth worked silently, almost like he was chewing on his words – or cow with cud – before he spoke. “Yes, true, I don’t know, but he is black!” “Yes Richard,” I said trying not to let my exasperation show, “But we are not home, no one will ever know will they. Just think, this is a chance of a life time and no one will ever know.” Richard did not say anything more, so I returned to watching the three guys running the boat hook people up, ease out the parasailing lines, and waited our turn. When it was our turn the guy I had been watching helped me first into my harness. I swear he rubbed my ass and poked his finger towards my hole when he did, and I actually moaned a little, or it was just wishful thinking and the hot sun. Richard did not notice but I hoped the guy did. Parasailing was amazing!!! We lifted off the boat in one smooth motion and lifted to about 400 feet. Wow!! Too soon our time aloft ended, we watched the rest of the cruisers do their turn and we headed back to shore. Once we docked, we got off the boat and Richard said he forgot to tip the guys, so I walked up to the shed where we had signed up. I was not paying attention, but a few minutes later Richard tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Come on,” and I turned to follow. When I did I noticed the guy from the boat that I had been watching. He was in front of us and Richard was following him. What was going on? We walked along the edge of the island to a large boathouse about 100 feet away. It was dark, and about 110 degrees inside. The guy closed the door behind us and led us towards the back where he and Richard stopped near a pile of parasails that were stacked like hay bails. “Man, what’s up?” the parasail guy asked. Richard said, “Like I told you, I have money, I want you to have sex with my husband here and I want to watch.” The guy laughed, “Yeah you said that, OK, $500.” I stood there in amazement thinking there was no way this was happening. Richard would never! Richard pulled out his wallet, counted out $500, handed it to the guy, and then pushed me towards him. I was still a bit dazed figuring out what was going on, but the Bahamian guy was not. He took the money, tucked it in his pocket, pulled his shorts down and off over his sneakers, and started undoing my shorts. Fuck yeah! I went with it, dropped my backpack, took my baseball cap off, and knelt in front of him to suck on his dick. His dick was over 9 inches, milk chocolate black, and hairy like crazy. Huge growth of hair from his balls, down his dick shaft, so unlike what I was used to as Richard kept himself clipped. I sucked his dick down anyways, which tasted of sweat and funk. Amazing! I sucked him for a while, he then helped me stand up, scooted me over to the pile of folded up parasails, and bent me over and spit on his dick and rubbed the spit up and down his hairy shaft with his hand. “Umm, excuse me, please, excuse me,” I heard Richard say, ”Um yes, stop right there please, um, do you have condoms?” The Bahamian guy laughed a little, said “Oh yes, of course,” he said, “My bag is up there by the front door, to the left on the bench, Nike bag, do you mind grabbing them for us?” Richard nodded and turned and walked away. The Bahamian guy bent over me and whispered, “Do YOU want me to wear a condom? I don’t like them.” “Um, I, shit – no, I don’t, I want you to just fuck me,” I said. This was my chance and Richard be damned. The Bahamian guy laughed, spit on his dick a few times, bent me back over, and worked his dick slowly into my hole. The sweat running down my back, mixed with his spit, made my hole nice and moist. I was being fucked RAW!!! It hurt like hell as he fucked me and I went forward into the parasails, but it felt unbelievable. This was how sex was supposed to be, skin to skin and raw. I heard Richard exclaim, “Stop that!” as his voice pitched high like a woman. The Bahamian guy laughed again and said, “Shut up man – he wants it – don’t you? Don’t you?” I whimpered and said, “Yes,” in barely a whisper, but that was all he needed to hear. He fucked me raw, rough, and hard and in the midst of my ecstasy I could hear Richard off to the side whimpering as well – but it was the whimper of a cuckold who had met his match and was in over his head. My ass was hurting so bad, but I found that jacking my dick helped ease the pain. I had never had to do that with Richard, so my body was flooded with new and exciting sensations and my mind was screaming FUCK ME RAW – FUCK ME RAW – POZ ME POZ ME. I did not know if he had HIV or AIDs, but I was hoping and what guys fuck raw when they don’t? I was soon rewarded with a hot thick load of Bahamian cum. The guy grabbed my shoulders, tensed, and slammed me deeper as he shot. I thought I could feel it, but had never had that sensation before so was not sure, but his yelling, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” convinced me. When he was done he pulled out of my ass, pulled on his shorts and left the boat shed sort of chuckling. Richard was sitting on a crate looking dazed. I pulled up my shorts and said, “Come on, let’s go,” and we walked out. Richard was quiet, too quiet, and after an hour at the beach and a light lunch he said, “I want to go back to the ship.” I asked to stop in the bathroom first and when I did I let out the Bahamian cum into the cup of my hand. I could not believe I had another man’s cum – tinged with my blood – in my hand. It was thick, white with red, and before I knew it I tipped my hand and slurped the load and juices like the finest raw oyster. It was like nectar from the gods. Back on the ship Richard did not say two words to me. He sulked, pouted, and acted like a fucking child. Even at the formal dinner he just focused on his food and not me. Fine, whatever. As we got ready for bed, Richard finally asked, “How could you? How could you let him?” “How could I let him what?” I asked. “Have sex with you like that? That is just just just WRONG. It was not right – it was dirty and wrong and I did not want him to do that!” Richard said sounding like a hysterical woman again. “Well,” I said, and feeling a little courageous thanks to all the wine from dinner, “That was called fucking! That’s what men do! Real men – not cuckold pussies like you so you would know nothing about it. Good NIGHT!” With that I grabbed a blanket and lay on the floor and went to sleep. PART 2 – RAW POZ DICK IN ST THOMAS “That was disgusting!” Richard’s words kept echoing in my mind over and over after he had watched me get fucked raw by the guy in the Bahamas. Not for me it wasn’t. Being barebacked in that boathouse was the hottest sex I had ever had and then tasting the cum that came out of my ass – damn! Made me hard every time I thought about it. The next day was a day-at-sea as we traveled to St. Thomas. I was so angry with Richard, I went to the internet café on the 8th deck, signed onto bareback.com, and emailed James to tell him I wanted to come see him in St Thomas. James was online as he replied instantly and asked me what I wanted in St. Thomas and I typed, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from this whole fucked up life.” I then told him what happened in the Bahamas and since he was on a bareback site asked what he thought. James replied, “You were blessed to have a man share himself with you in that way. Very blessed. Did you enjoy it? Did you want it? Do you want it again? Was that your first time taking it raw? You POZ?” When I answered yes to all of the above, and negative, James said, “That is all I need to know. Here is the address to my place. I think you NEED to come see me. When you leave the ship, go see the SkyRide tram. When you are done, there is a place to catch the taxi’s right there, ask for Andre, he knows me, he will take care of you, and you cannot miss him, he always wears a t-shirt with his name on it ‘Andre’s Taxi.’ I’ll tell him to expect you about 10:00.” The rest of the day I kept repeating James’ email over and over in my head and did my best to avoid Richard. By dinner, he felt like talking and apologizing, but for me it was too little too late. I read up on the excursions available in St. Thomas for tomorrow, left a list on the bed for Richard, and went to sleep on the floor again. The next day we docked in Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, early and by 9:00 a.m. the gangway was down and everyone was disembarking the ship to see the sights. The first item on our list was the little SkyRide tram that went up to the top of the hill and was within walking distance from the ship. Richard and I still were not speaking much, but the SkyRide was pretty cool and the view was amazing. When we came down I walked into the parking lot near the ticket booth where there were several rundown taxi-buses, all of the open side variety seen in the Caribbean. I approached a driver who was about 30, had long dreadlocks, a green t-shirt, bare feet, jeans, beard, and a nice smile. “Andre? Yes, I could tell from your shirt, I…Um…Do you know where this place is?” I asked. Richard was still looking at postcards by the ticket counter. The driver smiled at me, nodded at Richard, “So, you goin here for him?” he asked. “No,” I said, “For me – I hope.” Andre laughed a hearty laugh and said, “Oh yes, yes, for you, very good, very good, Jimmy’s will love you and you will love Jimmy’s and James told me I may have a special pick up this morning, so I see, hmmm. I can get you there – 171 Altona is not far and good price – say $20?” I agreed and when Richard joined us and I told him we were going to go to a local place to grab a drink. He looked at me in his typical condescending manner, preparing to lecture me that it was pretty early to start drinking, but I was in no mood to hear him this morning, and walked away, following Andre. Richard could stay or go. I didn’t care. We hopped in Andre’s taxi-bus, and with the opened sides, you had to hang on so you did not feel like you would fall out. They drive on the left ‘wrong side’ of the street in St. Thomas, which I found very disconcerting. Richard did not say a word until we pulled up in front of 171 Altona, a long row of two and three story tan, plastered buildings that looked like warehouses. You could see a set of wooden stairs, covered mostly with vines, clinging to the backside leading up to the second floor with a couple doors for what looked like offices or apartments. The driver pulled around the block and turned into the parking lot in front. There were several trucks backed up to loading docks on one side, a couple guys unloading crates, and two old, beat up cars. Andre parked and pointed to a door in the corner that had JIMMYS painted in gold letters on it. “Here ya are now, enjoy and I am sure I will see you again. Here is my card – call me when you need a ride,” and then the taxi left. Richard was full of questions, “What is this place? What are we doing here?” I told him I had read about it online, everyone said Jimmys was the place to go to get local flavor and to find the best Cruzan Rum drinks. We stepped through the door, walked down a hallway that had doors leading into what looked like storage rooms or loading docks, and then stepped into a fairly large room that had several tables of various sizes and shapes, thick smoke (pot, cigarettes, and more), a small bar over in the corner, and two big guys sitting on each side of the door in tiny little gray folding chairs that sagged under their weight. They both stood up as we entered and barred our way. After my eyes adjusted I could see almost all the tables had one or more people at them even though it was not even 10:30 a.m., and as I looked at them, they looked at me. I saw a few smiles, a few blank stares, but nothing hateful. The place smelled of beer, liquor, and piss and sweat, and the ceiling fans did nothing to dissipate the heat or the smoke as they lazily spun. Richard grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, stepped to the big guy on the left of the door and said, “Hi, umm… is James here?” He was well over 6”5, 250 for sure, and just looked down at me and did not say a word. I said again, “Is James here? He is um…. I told him I would…” Just then a gentleman’s voice rose from a doorway behind the bar, “Boys, boys, let my friends in heh? What sort of host can I be if you stop everyone like a rat trying to steel cheese. Heh? Come now, come, hello, I am James and welcome to Jimmys.” James’ picture online had just shown his chest – broad, firm, dark, with a nice matt of curly hair. He was a nice looking man I thought, not classically handsome I guess, but handsome to me. So masculine, dreads to his shoulders that were colored a dark tan and pulled back behind his head, a couple earrings in both ears, broad straight nose, a killer smile, a chin beard, and when he shook my hand my knees buckled and I felt week. He was taller than me, average build, and with his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons so I could see some chest hair and wanted to just lick it! He had on shorts, was barefoot, and had huge feet! I immediately noticed the second toe was longer than the big toe – he had fucking big dawg feet! “Welcome welcome. Now I see you made it from that wonderful ship, so please, sit, enjoy yourself, what can we get you?” Richard looked at me and asked, “Do you know this man?” I just ignored him, followed James to a table near the back, dropped my backpack, and took a seat. Low level conversation began again and as I looked around I noticed everyone was male, most were in their 30’s to 40’s I guess, with a couple guys who looked like early 20s or late teens. James came back to the table with three large glasses filled with what he said were the best Cruzan Rum drinks on the island. I took a big sip – HOLY SHIT! That was strong. Richard took a small sip and gasped. I laughed out loud, took a big sip, and felt the rum warm me up, relax me, and make me smile. James laughed and said, “Good yeah?” James sat down beside me on one side of the rectangular table, dropped a pack of cigarettes down, pulled out a lighter, lit up and took several big drags blowing the smoke towards Richard. Richard glared, but James ignored him and began to chat with us asking about where we were from, what brought us to St. Thomas, how we met, and more. I was afraid he would say something about us emailing online, but he didn’t, and just kept flashing that amazing smile and I loved his laugh. So friendly, warm, natural, and so unlike Richard who sounded like he was auditioning for a commercial. I sucked the first drink down pretty quickly and my head started to spin. James cautioned, “Easy man now, take it slow, these are not something for the weak of heart. Take your time. You are in no rush, no?” He offered to bring us some food and disappeared into the back. He returned with some cold sandwiches of some kind of meat on white bread and chips. “We do not cook here, too hot, but we have a few sandwiches and little things.” James also brought another round of drinks. I started to ask James questions about him and his place as Richard pushed his chair back against the wall, sulked, and drank his rum. James told me how he started Jimmy’s several years earlier. It was a way to use the back part of his warehouses, and to give him and his friends and their friends a quiet place to hang out and relax and have fun where no one cared, or would mind, especially their wives. “Your what?” I asked. “Our wives,” James said and chuckled, “In St. Thomas we are all married, (and in a lower voice continued) but do not worry, that does not stop me for fucking a nice ass as much as I can.” James put his hand on my leg and squeezed, I looked at Richard who was lost in space and paying no attention. We continued to chat like that, with James’ hand resting on my thigh – not moving or pressing, just resting there and my dick got hard and I was starting to sweat from the heat, rum, and desire. Richard got up, stumbled a little down the hall once he asked where the bathroom was, so James and I were left alone at the table. James squeezed my thigh, leaned in towards me and said in a low, seductive voice, “I think you need a good fuck – a real man fuck – a fuck from a true breeder. I think you have been focused on nothing but wanting to feel my dick in your negative ass nice and raw since you walked in here with him.” I just sat there staring into James’ face, his eyes were so intense, yet warm, his smile was the hottest smile I had ever seen, and fuck yeah, he was handsome. We both turned as Richard stepped out of the bathroom and began walking back down the hall towards us, as James finished by saying, “And I think I am going to breed and seed that ass deep with my Caribbean AIDS cum.” I was blushing hard as Richard sat back down and my dick was really straining in my shorts now. I lifted my rum drink and took several big gulps to try to get my focus off what James had just told me. James stood up, picked up his cigarettes, lit a fresh one, then turned to me and said, “I would like you to see my place, come with me, and we will let your friend here finish his rum.” Richard just looked up while he sipped his drink and then turned his head away as I followed James down the hall. I saw a couple bathrooms with no doors on them, a couple rooms with closed doors, one room where the door was open that looked like a storeroom and I could see a young guy bent over some boxes as one of the older guys was fucking him. I stopped, stared, and James said, “Jimmy’s is a place to have fun, like I said, as long as they do not break my bottles, or fight, and the boys stop any of that, I encourage them to have fun and be freaks if they want. Unlike the mainland, there are not many places in St. Thomas where guys like me can have fun without worrying about the cops or family or someone bothering us. Like me, almost every one of the guys here has AIDS – and more – and those that don’t, like YOU, soon will.” I followed Jimmy through one of the warehouses as he explained what some of his other business was, through a small courtyard, and then up the wooden stairs we had seen earlier that ran to the walkway that extended down the backside of most of the second floor of the building. He opened the first door he came too and there was a desk, a wooden chair, a big fan, and a curtain of old tattered cloth that led into a small room with a bed. Jimmy turned around, grabbed me by shoulders and kissed me hard. I was shocked, surprised, and totally gave in as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I slumped against him as he pulled me to his chest and kept kissing me. My knees really were week now as James’ hands ran up and down my back and his hot breath and spit filled my mouth. “What do you want?” James asked. “Uhh, I, Uhh, I should get back to Richard, ha, I ha, oh please.” I mumbled. “Please what? Please stop? No, I don’t think so. You came looking for me. You came to St. Thomas thinking about me didn’t you? Yes, I can see it in your eyes and I can see you need what I can give you. Now taste what you have been waiting for.” James then sat on the edge of the creaking old bed, slid his shorts down and laid back. His dick sprang up – a good 10, 10 1/2 inches, thick, uncut with a long hood of foreskin, dark and juicy. I could only stare, as he was definitely bigger than the guy in the Bahamas. Beyond my furtive visits to websites, and the quick suck of the parasailing guy, I had not seen a black dick like this before. I knelt on the rough floorboards, leaned against the creaking bed, and slowly put my hand around James’ dick. He moaned, put his hands behind his head and asked with a knowing smirk, “Now what do you want?” I just mumbled, opened my mouth, and nibbled on his foreskin. Fuck! The smell of his dick was the most amazing thing, and the taste was beyond description. His balls were large, heavy, and stuck slightly to each thigh. I weighed them between my fingers, licked them over with my tongue, catching the hair in my teeth, twisting it in my mouth, having his musk wash over me. I then licked his shaft, end-to-end, side-to-side, and when I rolled his foreskin back was rewarded with a thick coating of precum. I had never knowingly licked HIV infected cum before (don’t know about the guy in the Bahamas), I so wanted to taste him, but was afraid of what Richard would say. Feeling my hesitancy James gently put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face toward his dick. The smell from his dick head made me spin and when I finally flicked my tongue out to taste his precum I lost my breath. Oh My God! That tasted so sweet, salty, sweaty, and like a man. I did not care if he was POZ and had AIDs. I knew I wanted his cum. I opened my mouth wide and began to suck him. He was a good bit bigger than Richard, so I had to find my way and through trial and error figured out how to work his dick deep into my throat. James liked it and I was moaning and begging with every swallow. I was lost in what I was doing when James started to stand up. I leaned back, James stood, pulled me up, looked into my eyes, and asked, “What do you want?” I found myself saying what I had typed in my email from the ship, “Right now, more than anything, I want to be taken away, away from Richard and from my whole fucked up life.” “Is that all you want?” James asked as he took my hand and put it on his dick. “NO,” I SAID, “I WANT YOU, I WANT ALL OF YOU, I WANT ALL YOU’VE GOT, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, PLEASE WITH YOUR AIDS DICK!” James smiled, “You will get it all then.” He then pushed me onto the bed, “Get on your hands and knees.” It was sort of hard as the old creaky bed had a big indentation in the center, so I was not really even, but it pushed my ass up. James then said, “Reach around, spread that hole.” So I put my face down into the bed, took both hands, reached around, and spread my cheeks apart. James’ chin beard began digging into my sides as his tongue worked into my hole. Richard never ate my ass and while part of me was disgusted, part of me loved it and I begged for more. “Get on the floor,” James said. I was concerned about splinters because the floor was rough, unfinished, but he laid me on my back, tilted my hips up, scooted forward so my legs were held aloft by his arms, which he planted up by my shoulders. As he pressed forward and his face leaned down closer to mine, I could feel his dick working up my crack to my hole. James paused, looked me in the eyes and said, “I think this is the reason you came looking for me. For this moment, now tell me again, what do you need?” My breath caught in chest, my heart was racing, I tensed but I said, “I need you to fuck me, fuck me raw please. I want to be free.” James leaned back, reached under the bed, grabbed a can of something, sprayed a dirty piece of cloth off the floor and pushed it into my mouth and said, “Inhale through your mouth, deep breaths, just like that, heh, OK, wait, little more, now do it again.” Whatever was on the cloth mixed with the rum got my head good and spinning. I closed my eyes, opened them and saw James as he leaned back over me, lifted my legs back again, and then he smiled. The heat coming off of him was like a solar flare. My body relaxed and when I did he punched his dick into my ass. I grabbed his upper arms and dug my fingernails into him as I screamed as loud as I could and my whole body went board stiff. I couldn’t help it, and I screamed again and James just smiled, “It’s OK, its ok, let it out, I know it hurts, I know, but you need to let me in your ass. Relax, I know it hurts, but breathe and push, yes you can, push a little, that’s OK, scream again, no one can hear you so just let it out. Notice how my dick gets harder every time you scream? Makes me know you feel it. That’s it, let me in. I am going to breed you with my AIDs cum because I know that’s what you need.” I clung to James’ biceps for dear life while he slowly worked his dick in and out of my ass. He pulled almost all the way out, then with steady pressure pushed it in as far as it would go. He did this for a while, shifted forward a bit for better leverage as I felt the boards of the floor scratching up my ass. The next time he shifted, he then slowly pulled his dick all the way out. Just as I relaxed James slammed his dick into my ass again. The scream this time was primal, one of pain, and need. In that moment when he had pulled out I felt relief, but also emptiness, not just physical, but an emptiness in my being, so when he slammed it back in there was joy in that scream too. I was used to Richard who just fucked at a steady rhythm like a bad watch and cummed within a couple minutes. Not James. He would fuck slow, then pick up the pace, then fuck slow again, and soon his face and head and body was covered in hot beads of sweat from his fuck workout that dripped into my face. James smiled again and kept working my ass and leaned forward even more so he could kiss me. His tongue was long and hard, unlike Richard’s, which I always thought was sort of soft and squishy. He worked his tongue into every corner of my mouth while his hips and dick continued to beat my ass. James pulled back a little and smiled again and I said, “Please, do that again.” He said in a soft whisper, “What? What do you need? What do you need again?” My whole body was on fire now and blurted out, “I WANT YOU TO PUNCH FUCK ME AGAIN, PLEASE, I NEED THAT, AND I NEED YOUR CUM, PLEASE YOU – ALL OF YOU – ALL OF YOU, I NEED YOUR AIDS CUM!!! PLEASE!!!” James smiled, focused on my eyes and watched my reaction as he pulled his dick all the way out in one swift move, let it twitch around the end of my now gaping hole, then slammed it back in to make me scream. “Yes, yes, please make me scream, please, make me scream.” “Is that what you want?” James asked, “You want to scream? You want to bleed for me and open up?” “Yes please, take my ass, take it, make it bleed for you,” I said eagerly. James chuckled like an a villain in a movie, “You are already bleeding for me I can guarantee it – and that’s the way it should be. Just like fucking my wife on her period but her pussy has not been this tight ever! Now, I am going to breed you raw. Get ready, because I am going to let you have it ALL!” I was a raw virgin no more as my BBC top returned to slam fucking my ass. I screamed, yelped, whimpered, and begged for more and soon moved my hands down onto his hips to pull him into me every time he shoved his hard dick deeper. He was now pulling out on almost every thrust and slamming back in, knocking the breath out of me each time. “LET ME HEAR YOU NOW, LET ME HEAR YOUR SCREAM, THAT’S IT, GOT ME SO FUCKING HARD – OH FUCK YEAH – FUCK YEAH – TAKE ME – TAKE ME – TAKE MY AIDS!!! AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” James gritted his teeth and shot his cum up my ass, thrust after thrust, pushing it deeper. As his thrusts relaxed, James kissed me hard and long again, pulled away a little, wiped my forehead with his right hand, looked in my eyes and said, “That was my first load of AIDs cum in your sweet hole, but it won’t be the last.” “Thank you James, you’re right, that’s what I wanted and is what I need.” I just closed my eyes and embraced the sweat, cum, and searing pain James left me. James got up and laughed as he said, “Damn, those boards are hard on the knees.” I got up and when I did noticed a blood/ass juice stain about the size of an orange on the wood floor where I had just been. I opened my mouth to say, not sure what, when James smiled and said, “Don’t worry about that. Given what I just did I am surprised there is not more, but you know what that means?” He pulled me close and said, “That blood there is proof, proof I have given you what you wanted and need, and proof that your ass is now infected with my AIDs ! We will leave that there as a reminder.” We got dressed and I asked James for a towel or something for my ass to wipe the cum and blood off. “No, your ‘man’ needs to learn,” James said with disdain in his voice. I was not sure what he meant, but would soon see. I followed James down the stairs, back through the warehouse and to the bar. When we got there the table where we left Richard was empty. I sat down and there were only a few guys left and they all looked my way. James went over to the door, spoke to the two big guys who had stopped us when we walked in, they looked at me, at him, the one on the right got up and slid the bolt on the door and sat back down. James came back and said, “Looks like he could not hold his liquor. They said he had a couple more drinks, and has been in the bathroom a while. Stand up, let me see how you are.” I stood up, James ran his hands up and down my legs, “You got some ass juice and blood running down your leg.” I started to apologize but he interrupted me and said, “Since you are all lubed up, I think we need to give you some more of what you need. Boys! Come over here.” I watched as the two big guys who were standing by the door came over. James said, “Look boys, I just opened him up nice and good, but he needs something more, so what do you say? Up for taking a test spin?” The three of them laughed and before they finished they were both undoing their pants. I was nervous as there were still people at some of the other tables, but as James cleared the glasses off the table one of the big guys bent me over, pulled my shorts down, and rammed his dick in me. I screamed out, James laughed and said, “That’s it boys, you know you got it right when he screams, now keep it up. I want to hear those screams loud!!!” The other big guy walked in front of me and put his dick in my mouth as I lay over the table being pummeled from the back. They were not quite as big as James, but big and thick, so I felt like I was the turkey at Thanksgiving. I wasn’t screaming anymore, just almost humming as I sucked one cock and milked the other with my ass. I then heard a shrieking voice, “What are you doing? Get off him! Get OFF! STOP THAT!!!!!” It was Richard. Oh damn. I tried to push up off the table, but the guy fucking me held me down, while the guy I was sucking pulled his dick out and walked to my left and behind me. Richard’s voice was more insistent and shrill. “GET OFF! STOP! GET OFF! GET….” James spoke up, “Look, I think it is time for you to leave. Yes, leave, we’re closing see. Private event and all. BOYS!” With that the guy fucking me pulled out fast, made me gasp, and when I turned around I saw Richard, wide-eyed, spit drooling from one side of his mouth, being held by the guy I had been sucking. He looked at me with disgust, hatred, confusion, fear, and no love – no love at all. “You see, we did as you asked, and we stopped, but I don’t think that’s what he wants, is it? What do you think? Shall we ask him?” James said, the disdain for Richards pathetic being dripped in his voice thick and heavy. Richard just shook his head as he looked at me with disgust. I turned around, laid back over the table with my bloody ass facing his way, as James laughed louder and heartier than I had heard him yet. As the boys began to escort Richard to the door, James came up behind me, pulled his dick out and slammed me again. At that angle and already being lubed up, he went balls deep. The last sounds Richard heard as they locked the door behind him was me screaming and begging James to fuck me raw, fuck me harder, and breed me again with his AIDs. That day began my life at Jimmy’s. I didn’t make it back to the ship and have not seen Richard since. I sleep to the rhythm of St. Thomas’ nights and I spend my days helping James out with his businesses, servicing his dick when and how he wants it, and making sure the guys at Jimmy’s always have a good time. Jimmy’s is a bug chaser’s paradise full of horned up men who like it raw, bloody, and AIDs filled, and when they are done with me and the other guys they go home to their happy wives. The warehouse has provided lots of stories and great places to fuck, store rooms, in the trucks, in the garage, and I even won a bet with Jimmy who said I could not get one of his ‘straight’ mechanics to fuck me. I even saw Andre the taxi-bus driver who dropped Richard and I off that first day, who was not surprised to see me there when he stopped a few days later and had to test out my ass for himself. All stories for another time. It has been over a year since I last saw Richard. He has tried calling and emailing James has said, but that was another lifetime ago, a life of being negative and chained – now I am POZ, free, and full of Caribbean AIDs-filled cum.

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!

After a fun week, Saturday was really busy but no sex. Sunday was the day for relaxing, I cruised all day. Struck up a conversation with a 30-year-old visiting, but he was off to the dance. Around 8:30 I was getting frustrated, and I noticed a quick connect ad on Bbrt. I'd fucked him Before and I knew what he wanted. Walk in, fuck, leave. I message that I'm on the way and just as I was about to walk out the door, the 30-year-old texted that he was back at his hotel room and wanted my cock. I told him I'd be there in an hour. I headed to fuck bud's house, walked in and are his ass, stuck my dick in his mouth to get me hard. I walked behind him and fucked him until I shot a big load up his ass, got dressed and headed to the visitors hotel. He's 30 years old, 5' 9" , 140 lbs, light brown hair and blue eyes with a swimmers build.. Walked in and started making out, started eating his sweet ass and slid right in, balls deep! Fucked him for a while, and then we flipped. He got his thick cock in my hole and since he hadn't come in three days, he proceeded to breed my hole. I flipped him onto his back and putting my fingers in my ass brought some of his cum to my lips and ate it, I took more of his cum and used it as lube to fuck and breed his ass. Hope to see him again!

Liam was 21, had dark tanned skin, curly black hair and a lean, atheletic body. He was masculine and in the closet. Even though he was gay, he still fucked girls to prove himself to his friends, something I found pathetic. Him fucking me was pleasurable, but he always insisted on a condom despite the fact we were both neg. It irritated me: we were both clean, so why wouldn't he dump his load in me? Liam had told me previously that an HIV scare when he was younger turned him away from any unprotected sex, so it was a condom or nothing. I could accept this for a while, but as time went on he started to take me for granted, expecting me to make all the effort to get his plastic-covered dick inside me. But he was hotter than fire and had an amazing physique, so I put up with his bullshit for a year. One night I was desperately horny to top someone, so I invited him over as he had always told me he was vers. But when it came to fuck, he refused to bottom, let alone take my load. "I bottom for masc men only, fag," he told me. I decided that it was time for him to overcome his fear of HIV. I formed a plan. That week I created a Grindr profile on my phone and my tablet. On the tablet I found a picture of the only type he bottomed for: A tall, muscular, masc man. I used that picture to set up the fake profile of a man who I named 'Jim' I used a fake location app to move 'Jim' to Liam's area, and immediately began chatting him up. Soon Liam was begging to bottom for the imaginary 'Jim', but as expected he stated that he only did protected sex. "Don't worry," I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "I'm neg, and I ALWAYS use a condom." I spent days teasing him, leading him on, making him hungry to feel 'Jim's' cock deep in his ass. Then I moved to the next part of the plan. "I want to use u at night in a park." I explained through the 'Jim' profile. "To go there, find u on ur hands and knees with ur ass in the air ready to b fuckd. SAFE only tho!" I smirked. Liam took the bait, agreeing to be fucked, provided Jim wasn't rough because, in Liam's words: "I don't btm much." Now the first stage of my plan was in motion, I moved to the second stage. On the phone I created a fake profile with a picture of Liam. Then I searched my city for any poz man I could find, pretending to be Liam, explaining that I wanted unmedicated poz loads only. I found some poz profiles, and explained using Liam's fake profile: "I have a fantasy. I want to be raped in a park by a poz guy. I'll wait with my ass up in the air, and I want to be held down and have my hole raped with NO LUBE or spit. I want it rough, raw, bloody. I want a poz load in my torn up ass. I want to have any screams, tears or begging to be ignored, I want the real experience. I want me and my ass to be abused and used with no mercy. If I try and move I want to be held down. No safe words, no games. Pure charged poz loads in my ruined hole." I got more responses than I could've hoped for. Soon I set up a time and place, continuing to flirt with Liam using the 'Jim' profile so he would become hornier and more open to suggestion. Then the final part of the plan came about. The night of the event had arrived. I messaged Liam using the 'Jim' profile.. "I was thinking how hot it will b if ur blindfolded when I start fucking u. It will b so hot. I'll take the blindfold off at the end so we cum together " As I expected, Liam was hesitant, but I eventually I convinced him to do it for just the first minute of the fuck. Liam told me his hands were shaking. I told him I was excited to meet him and have some safe fun. Liam arrived at the huge park and walked to the very back where he would be furthest from the road... and anyone helping him. He got on his hands and knees like I had ordered him earlier, and he pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing his ass to the night air. He pulled out a piece of fabric and bound it over his eyes. He waited. Around the corner were 9 highly-charged, poz men who had arrived earlier in anticipation. I'd told them through my fake Liam profile to look out for other poz men who might want in on the action, and they'd noticed each other and gathered as a group to give a young, toned masc jock the gift he had been begging for for weeks. As per my request, they had phones ready to film every painful, dirty detail. Liam messaged 'Jim' that he was ready and putting his blindfold on. He reminded me "Safe Sex Only", and promised he'd leave if I tried anything. I relayed the first part of the message to the waiting men, and like wolves they silently approached the naive young man, unknowing that they were all being used to rape an innocent, unsuspecting neg boy. As the rape began, I blocked Liam on 'Jim's' profile and then deleted it. The next day I asked the men to send me their videos and pics of the night. They all mentioned how hot it was that Liam struggled and cried so much, thinking it was mainly an a roleplay act. The videos showed Liam being set upon by the group and held straight down on the dirt by the men as one by one they shoved raw, dry poz dicks in his tight, hairy hole. He had screamed. He had begged. His hole tore and bled. Toxic loads became the lube of each successive stranger until they had all fucked him more than twice and cum leaked out of his red orifice and dribbled down his bruised flesh onto the ground. After a while, Liam had stopped struggling and instead lay on the dirt crying, poz loads swirling around inside his bloodied, torn guts. Each man dressed and walked off from the crime scene. I saved the videos on my computer and still watch them regularly. The image of Liam being raped again and again for more than an hour makes me instantly hard to this day. I deleted all the Grindr profiles I had used in the crime and went back to my own personal profile where I had favourited Liam and where we usually arranged hookups. His profile was offline for more than 3 days before he finally came back online. I waited another few days so it wasn't suspicious then messaged him. "I'm so horny, I've missed you, sexy!" "Hey... I dont kno." He replied. "Im... not sure I can do sex anymore." He paused for a long time before adding "I want to see u. Im going through a lot right now and Im an emotional wreck. I dropped out of uni bcuz some shit happened that im still getting over. You're a really nice guy [NAME REDACTED]. Plz see me tonight?" I smiled. "I'm kinda busy. Next week?" "OK, I'd like that." Liam replied. "Thanks for messaging me. I rly need someone to talk to." A week later I asked if he wanted to see me. "Im not feeling well today." He responded after a delay. "I think Im coming down with the Flu."

When I got to college I was totally straight. Never even thought about having gay sex or doing anything with a guy. I wasn't a homophobe or anything, It was just that tits and pussy, not cock, turned me on. In high school I had a girl friend, and like a lot of couples, we hooked up and she took care of my needs to get laid. But going away to college ended that relationship and suddenly it was just me and my hand - again. And as everyone knows, compared to a quality blow job or fuck a hand job simply isn't as good. Of course I wasn't the only guy on campus who was horny and looking to get laid so that meant it wasn't easy finding a new girl. Then one day I was walking back from class talking to a buddy and we ended-up on the topic of being horny and not being able to get any. He looked at me, smiled and said "You know there is a solution to that." And with that introduction he went on to tell me about the coaches' locker room in the old football / weight room building, explaining "...when they built the football team a new weight room, the old one was opened up to students for use 24-7-365. But what most people don't know is that down in the basement is a locker room that used to be for the use of the coaches. It's not that big but it has lockers and a decent shower area but since it's out of the way no-one uses it." Not understanding where he was going, I replied "Uhh huh, and what does this have to do with being horny?" "Well, after 6:00 PM each day" he says "it's a place where you can go to get your rocks off if you want. It's mostly gay guys but they will suck anyone who wants to get blown and you can usually fuck one in the ass if you want. They keep it pretty dark in there so it's not like you can really see who is taking care of you and it sure beats jacking off. I'm telling you, man, one straight guy to another, a guy's mouth feels just as good as a girl's and I'm told that fucking can be even better." Pre-college I would have ignored his suggestion, but at this point I was horny enough that the idea of getting sucked sounds good enough that I don't care who does it, especially if its anonymous. My buddy went on explaining that the deal is if your interested you go down there to the locker room and strip nude - no clothes allowed in the shower - and go on in. If a guy is in the middle of the room then he's looking for someone to service him. If he's against the wall facing out then it means he's giving blow jobs. If he's against the wall with his face to the wall then he's taking it up the ass. The idea of course is that guys will give and receive but its not like they are keeping records or anything. He could tell I was interested and offered to show me around a bit that night it I wanted, so around 9:00 PM that night we met up and headed over. It was a good thing the locker room was somewhat buried in an out of the way location, 'cause as soon as we opened the door the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the air. The room was dim but there was just enough light to find a locker and get undressed which we did. Now while I was horny as hell I was also nervous about the whole gay thing so my cock was anything but hard. My buddy on the other hand was sporting a nice 7" wood and clearly ready to get going. We walked into the shower room to find one of the shower heads in a distant corner was on full, putting out hot steam which fogged the room a bit. I could just make out couple of guys fucking and a couple of others getting sucked. We watch for a minute and then, as our eyes adjusted, we can see others against the wall waiting for action. My buddy lead me over to the wall, told me to face into the shower, and to have fun. Then he disappeared into the mist. No sooner had he disappeared then a guy appeared. He smiled at me and quietly asked "Let me guess: you're straight, and this is your first time, right?" I nodded in reply, swallowed hard, and wondered what would come next. I didn't have long to wait. The guy reached over and began playing with my soft cock, murmuring that I should relax. Then he went down on his knees, and took my cock in his mouth. His performance was magic. His tongue swirled around my limp shaft and head, licking my balls. Within seconds I was hard. To make a long story short, it was an amazing blow job and in the end I pumped jet after jet of my cum down his throat. As I left the shower area I spied my buddy, balls-deep in a guy's ass, fucking him hard. But the conversion part of this story is what you really want right? So my girlfriend problem never got any better and I keep returning to the locker room. Within a few visits I decide to try fucking a guy and found out first hand how much better a guy's ass can be than a girl's pussy. I found myself noticing hot guys more and more, and wondered if I was going gay, especially since I noticed fewer and fewer girls. I guess, however, all that really mattered was that when I walked into the shower room, my cock was always rock hard. Then came 'The night'... I'd gone over as usual, hoping to fuck someone. I undressed and walked into the shower. More guys than usual were clustered in the middle, but that wasn't particularly unusual. I had seen it happen before. Seeing a guy facing the wall, and not engaged with anyone, I headed over that way, but before I took three steps I was grasped from behind by several pairs of hands and forcefully guided to the wall, pinned against it, my legs spread eagle. "What the hell!?" I exclaimed. Someone replied "Well you've been giving out loads for a while. It's time you took some." "What the fuck, man, hey, I'm not gay I don't do that." "We aren't asking you. If I was in your shoes I'd relax and enjoy it." I knew there was a crowd around me and it was clear I wasn't going anywhere. And the only sounds were heavy breathing and the rhythmic sounds of guys stroking their cocks. My cock went instantly soft and I knew I couldn't escape.."Please, man, no, please don't." "Shhhh just relax." I felt fingers probing my virgin ass, opening me up for the first time in my life. The guy fingering me took his time but he wasn't gentle and it hurt. Soft whimpers escaped me as he opened my ass.."No, please, it hurts" I begged, but the guy kept going. Then I could feel his fingers begin to work lube into my ass and I could feel my hole stretching open. He moved behind me and I could feel the tip of his raw cock against my now stretched pussy. "Okay boy I'm gonna pop your cherry. Just relax," he suggested. "No, please, don't, no... please...noo" I whimpered as he began to push his way into my ass. Man did it hurt at first. The thick mushroom head truly opening my virgin ass and drove deep inside. It felt like I was being split in two, but he just drove his shaft in deep and left it there for a moment. I could hear others encouraging him, but some of what they were saying made no sense to me. "Yeah man, fuck that neg hole. Convert that boy. Poz him good." He started working his shaft in and out slowly at first letting me adjust and then with greater force. And as my ass relaxed and he started massaging my prostrate I was shocked to find myself enjoying it...my cock getting hard. I couldn't believe it. I was straight. I wasn't gay. And yet here I was, enjoying a cock in my ass. Tears of shame ran down my face as I confronted the fact I was getting pleasure from the cock in my ass. "Yeah boy, you like this, don't you? Fucking got a big hard-on, don't you?" the guy whispered in my ear, adding "Yeah you like this. I can tell. Fucking tight ass boy. Yeah. You know you're a faggot now, don't you?" He was right: I was. I couldn't help it. As he fucked away, my whimpers of pain had become moans of pleasure. He and everyone watching knew it. "Fucking A boy I'm gonna convert that neg ass of yours. Going to give you the gift. Make you part of the brotherhood." Had I understood what he meant I would have been terrified and would have tried to fight back, but I was clueless and in any case I was still held fast. Hands were groping my cock, stroking it as the group closed in tightly. I heard guys murmur about 'pozzing his ass' and 'milking the last neg load' from my cock. I could tell we were both going to cum very soon. "Tell me you want it, boy. Tell me you want my cum inside your ass." "Yes," I whimpered, "yes, please!" I could feel him shudder as he drove deep inside my ass, his hot juices filling-up my hole. I cried out as my cock fired its own load of cum at the same time. He stood behind me working his cock in my ass.. Working his cum into me. "Yeah pussy boy. That's right. You're one of us now. Part of the brotherhood. And now it's time for another member to give you his load. You want another load, don't you?" "Yes please" I whimpered unable to help myself, "fuck me...." I took six loads that night, all of them poz. By then end my ass was sore and gaping and my boxers couldn't contain the cum leaking down my thighs. A few nights later my buddy who had introduced me to the locker room came by and explained to me what all the poz and neg talk meant. It turns out he had also been pozzed. I cried like a baby and he held me soothing me and explained that it wasn't that bad. How meds could control it - if I wanted, and how now I could get fucked by anyone anytime. And that now now I could pass the gift to others if I wanted to do so. He held me for over an hour and soon we were making out. Truly making out. And that night we made love to each other. Two converted poz gay boys. When it was over we began to make plans to share the gift. But that's a story for another time.

This is my first time trying to write a story, English is not my native tongue either so bear with me. I hope at least someone finds my story hot to read. First a little backstory, this is somewhat based on one of my adventures with some adjustments to make it even sexier. I grew up on the southwest coast of Sweden, which, during the summer, gets a lot of tourists from other countries. Now, when I was really small I learned there was a nudist beach about 15 minutes from my home, and when I began experimenting with sex, I found out quite early that I loved being a submissive slut. As I understood the nudist beach was one of the biggest cruising spots in the area, attracting gay men from all over Europe. I just had to visit, so one day, gathered my courage and rode my bike to beach. At this point I was of legal age and had been fucked by ten or so different guys, so I knew I loved it. Arriving at the beach, I parked my bike and walked down on a path through the woods to the beach. I had brought sandals, my swimming trunks, a t-shirt, a towel, a condom, lube and a small bag. Just before I had taken my time to shave myself really smooth and had taken a small enema to clean my ass out. My heart rate picked-up considerably when I saw the sign. "Nudist Beach Ahead." I continued past the sign, and undressed myself more quickly than I had ever done so before. There I was, entirely naked, nervous, horny and on the hunt for cock. I decided to scope the place out at first. As I had understood nothing actually happened at the beach, but rather in the zone between the dunes and the first treeline where stuff happened. I walked down on the beach, where I encountered several couples and guys who were apparently alone. Most of the men were older than I, and spoke German, or Danish or English. I have no idea how long I walked down on the beach but when I did not see anymore people I walked up towards the dunes and into the maze-like mix of tightly growing trees and dunes. The sight were blocked from all ways and I do not lie when I say it was like a maze. Suddenly I heard steps behind me, I looked back and there was a man. I looked down and realised his dick was hard and standing, Naturally I took a closer look at his dick, and thought it was about five inches, (12-13 cm). I wanted a larger cock, so I turned around and kept going. He kept walking a few steps behind me but then he was gone. I walked past two men having sex, they were both really old and they seemed busy. I decided not to disturb the, so I kept walking. I continued forward, and came to a little glade with wooden benches. As I was somewhat tired as a consequence of my lengthy hike across the sand, I spread my towel on the bench, and took a seat to rest for a few minutes. After a few minutes I heard steps. I looked back and I saw a fit guy, who looked like he was around 25, although he looked could have been as old as 35. Some people are blessed with good genes. His cock looked big, it was still soft but I understood that it had just been hard. I do not know how long he stood there, but he stared at my ass and I stared at his cock. I was the one to break the ice, the conversation went something like this. "Hey." "Hey. Nice ass." "Thanks. Nice cock." "Glad you like it. What are you here for?" "Ahh, a nice cock. Like yours." "Do you wanna taste it here?" I nodded and sat upright. The guy approached me, and held his cock out for my inspection. I took it into my mouth, sucked with pleasure, and it grew quickly in my mouth." "You know," he commented, "I actually came here looking for more then a blowjob." My inner slut screamed that it wanted his his cock inside my ass, so, after giving a bit more attention to his cock, I paused and said "I would love to get fucked," as I handed him the lube and the condom, stood-up, bent over, and presented my ass to him. I heard him open the bottle and then I felt two fingers pushed hard and deep inside me. I could not stop myself from moaning out loud. He finger-fucked me hard and deep for a little while. Then I heard him open the condom. I prepared myself for the cock. He pushed it inside deep and hard. At this point, a part from my dildo, his was the largest cock that had ever fucked me. He was also the most rough top I had encountered. He fucked me deep, hard and fast. I could feel my hole stretching, and being abused. I continually moaned. I could not understand what it was that hurt so much. The pain associated with this tryst was much worse than what I usually experienced when being fucked. Honestly, it was almost too painful. When I felt my tears welling-up in my eyes, I remarked as much to him. He replied, suggesting some sand must have gotten into my hole as his cock was hurting quite a lot to0. I heard a twig break and I looked up to see three old men watching as they jerked. The man who was nearest approached, and presented me with his cock. Naturally I sucked him without hesitation. The taste was really salty and he oozed more precum than I had ever before experienced. The other two men remained in the background, each jerking himself. I kept moaning in pain, both completely horned-up, but at the same time my ass felt unbelievably sore, almost as if it was burning. The top guy picked up the pace even more and I understood that he was about to cum, and sure enough, he moaned loudly, and grunted "Take my load you fucking fag." As I was certain he was wearing the condom, I thought he was just using dirty talk. Then quicker then quick he was gone, but it still felt like someone was fucking me as my ass still felt like it was on fire. About then the old man blew his load, which I swallowed, and he disappeared as quickly as had the top man. 'Enough is enough', I thought, and with that I picked-up my stuff when I felt something hit my leg. Looking down, a saw some red and white goo. I took a second to think and then I felt on my hole with my hand. Then, inspecting my hand, I could clearly see both a few drops of blood and cum on the fingers. I panicked, especially since I saw the condom, still unopened, tossed aside on the sand.

I was away from home on a business trip and looking at porn on the internet, using my ipad when I saw the icon for gay porn. Initially I was a bit hesitant to click on the icon, but the icon seemed to draw me in. Truth be told, I had long been somewhat curious and wanted to see how guys got it on with each other. Upon entering the site, I found video after video, and before long I settled on watching a video titled 'Barebackin' the Straight Guy'. It was hot. I started to feel my cock getting hard, I didn’t think I was gay but this was the hardest I’ve been in forever. I got about halfway through the movie when a popup came on the screen. All it said was 'hi'. So I clicked on it and replied the same, assuming it was an advertisement generated by a robot promoting a gay chat room. Then the pop-up replied, so I kept typing, assuming at some point the link would connect me with a porn live video site, but it didn’t. Instead the robot reported his name was Ted and he was looking to hook-up, so I replied I was traveling and had never been with a guy before. The little chat window seemed to explode into a bigger window and he was on the screen. He said he was a programmer and was trying out his new soft ware. He asked if I wanted to help him, I said sure. Then he asked me where I was. I didn’t think that he would show up at my hotel, but there was a knock at my door about 30 minutes later. He walked in and started talking about the program and how it looks for unsecured users on the internet and how he can tell how far away they are. He sat on the bed and just kept talking so I felt like he was just talking about his program. So I sat down next to him, then at that moment he turned towards me and kissed me. His tongue forced its way in my mouth and it felt so silky. I just wondered where this was going when I felt my pants getting tighter. I was surprised that a man could make me feel this way. He must have noticed that my cock was growing because he started grabbing at it. My zipper was down and he was jerking my cock, I felt so hard that I knew I could push it into him but that’s not what he had in mind. We stripping each other, and as I helped him remove his shirt over his head, I enjoyed the sight of his nicely muscled chest. Frankly, he looked like the way I wanted to look. I had a desk job and a belly to prove it. Before I knew it we were naked and I was asking myself “what the hell are you doing?” but I was so horny and I thought I was going to fuck him that I continued. He was sucking on my cock and asked me to flip over so he could get a better angle to my cock. He was under me sucking on my cock for about 15 minutes when he came out from under me and started licking my crack. It was unreal I had never felt that before. It was like being tickled with someone’s tongue. Man he was making me really horny. The he did it, he place a finger in my ass and started massaging my prostate. I started moaning and telling him "Don't stop." After five minutes or so, he was really going at it and by this time he had three fingers in me. I was playing with his balls and jerking his cock and I noticed he was as hard as me but had a good four inches on my cock. Without thinking about what I was saying, I asked "Do you want me to slid my cock into your ass?" "Yeah," he replied, adding, "but let me re- position myself." I was already on my knees and while he was fingering me so he got right behind me and placed his cock at my hole. I managed to say "Hey, man, that’s not what I meant," but he pushed right in. I let out the biggest moan. Everyone staying at the hotel must have heard me. And he wasn't even all the way in! I thought that he would split me in two if he kept going, but he was doing short little pushes, alternating with an increasingly large withdraw to the very tip of his cock. "Don't cum in me," I asked, and in the hope of extracting myself from a painful role, again asked "Do you want me to do you?" "In a bit," he replied as he continued opening-up my ass. Then, realizing I hadn't seen a condom, I repeated my request "Man, don't cum in me." He didn't reply, but merely continued the onslaught of my ass. [strike one]. He had now made it all the way in and I felt his balls slapping my each cheek. I had forgotten about the rubber for a bit but then asked him again not to cum in me, again I heard nothing. [strike two]. I was now being fucked so hard I could not breathe; I was being pushed so hard I almost fell off the bed but I don’t think that would have stopped him. I kept telling myself to get up, but in my head I kept saying in a minute, this feels to good to be wrong. He must have felt that I was going to bolt because he started to hold my hips. He had only used spit to lube my ass up so I said it was starting to hurt. All of a sudden I felt something so cool and slippery on my hole and the pain went away. He reached around and held my nose in a rag and the world started to spin, but I was still so horny. I can remember asking one more time if he would not cum in me. I still had heard no answer [strike three]. He started to plow me even harder and faster and I knew he was about to cum because his cock was growing and his balls weren’t slapping my checks anymore. I was getting up when his hand came around and he put that rag under my nose again. The world was spinning even more I heard him groaning and then he said “I’m cumming in this ass and you're mine.” With that he took my ass I felt every spurt but really could do nothing. I was still feeling so dizzy and he was still planting that seed in my ass deep. I was thinking wow that was so fast to go from a straight guy to someone’s bitch. Then he leaned over and remarked "You never asked if I was clean. You bitch. now you have been made whole.” "What do you mean?" I asked, but there was no reply. [i’m out]. He quickly dressed and left, and with his departure I cleaned up and flushed myself out but I knew I would have to be tested. It’s been about two months and I just had the cold of my life. I thought it would never go away. I really need to get tested.

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.

Met a 30-something, muscular, hung, black top on vacation from the Marine base in SD. I was at the Temptation pool partybat the Luxor, where the bodies were hot and the drinks were cold. Spotted him dancing to the EDM pounding its beats and stirring libidos. Waded over to him, look him in the eyes, turned around, and pushed my luscious ass into his crotch. We danced for a bit, his hands eventually sliding across my stomach and into my speedos. I tugged my speedos down, exposing my ass and he opened up his shorts, pulling out his magnificent python. I trapped his shaft between my ass cheecks as we danced some more. Eventually his cock head was knocking at my hole. He wanted to fuck and I wanted him to fuck me. Minutes later we were in my room. Making out, his naked body on mines, I pulled out some Magnums and lube. I gave him an achingly slow blowjob and hit took all my will power to not gag on his powerful cock as he slid it down my throat and held it there for what felt like an eternity. After he became fully hard, he proceeded to massage his dick while lubimg my hole with two, then three fingers in me. He pulled himself up and spead my legs wide. He slowly pushed his massive cock in my hole. It hurt a bit, but I was pretty loose from the previous fucks the past couple of days. I put my hand on his hip and asked him to put a condom on first before we fuck. He slid it in even further and told me he wanted to feel my raw hole for a bit. He then pushed it in balls deep, slid it out half way, and slid it back in. I gasped in enjoyment and the thought of protected sex totally escaped my mind. He proceeded to fuck me, dominate me, use me. He called me a slut, a whore, his bitch, bending and tossing me in different positions. I ended up on top, riding him like a possessed, cock hungry, slut. His dick was buried deep in me, past my second ring in my sex hole, grinding away. He warned me that he was about to nut but I keep going. He uttered profanities and grunted. I felt his hot essence spreading deep in me. I was so hypnotized by his sex that I didn't care that he could me possibly be loading me up with poz cum. We fucked for several more hours. It was so good that he made me cum like a split-tailed bitch by working his immense dick on my p-spot. In all, he unloaded his plum sized balls in me at least five times. After his final orgasm, he stood up, dressed, and left without a word. Come to think of it, the name he gave me was probably false. I laid in bed, sore, my anus swollen and gaping, his cum leaking out of me like a cheap whore. A few months after returning from my vacation, I got my quarterly STI test, I'm (still) negative, but if I ever ran into Corporal "Dwayne", USMC again, told me he was poz, and wants to tear my hole up, my pants would drop in an instant.

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.

Over the years I have read over many of your posts and stories. I have pleasured myself both by physical stimulation (jerking off / fingering my hole) and mental (imaging being in your position and feeling what I can only describe as an out-of-body high). So after some time, I have decided to host my first gangbang. I have read some of y'alls post on how to prepare but I am concerned on how to set the atmosphere. I was wondering if I should have porn playing, music, or....I don't know. I never thought that I would have the strength and courage to do this and now, just a couple days away here I am. I was wondering what advice you can give me. Any and all would be appreciated. Just a few things: I am currently in the military living a discreet life. To keep my personal life a secret with other Marines (I live in the barracks), I do not have sex toys so I cannnot stretch out using dildos. 2: I am traveling to do this so points in hosting a gangbang in a hotel is appreciated (how to handle flow of men in and out). 3: How to do lighting and noise in the background (porn/music). Finally, I am finally going to do this and it is somewhat terrifying and exciting. How did you react leading up to and doing your first gangbang? I know this is rather long and naive but I really want to make sure my first time is a good time. Any advice is welcoming. Thank you gents.

Not even a size queen but took 9 inch black cock the other day. The guy said he forgot his condoms too so I lucked out. http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Taking-9-Inch-Thick-Black-Cock-28192621

I love it when the top is balls deep, fucking my hole, up against my back and talking nasty shit in my ear.. makes me hot every time.

A few years ago FelchingPisser offered build-it-yourself design plans for a Fuck Bench on his blog. You might send him an email and inquire if he would share the plans with you. Here's his original post: http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2013/07/my-playroom-fuckbench-for-you.html

Hey man, congrats on planning your first gangbang. I'll try to give you the best advice I can based on my experiences hosting gangbangs (I've hosted 3- one in NYC, one in Chicago and one in Philly). The NYC one only had 5 guys show up, even though 51 responded to come on BBRT (NYC guys seem to be notoriously unreliable and flaky in addition to having hookup ADD). My Chicago gangbang had 12 guys out of 40 responders show and the Philly one was the most successful- 18 out of 41 guys showed. All were done in big hotels in the city and each one was a hot time. How you want to set up the atmosphere of the room is up to you. In NY, I didn't do anything special. In Chicago, it was more of a dark room and I did it up in Philly a little bit- put on some electronic music, even put out beer bottles for the guys, which they seemed to appreciate when they were taking a break from fucking me. Big busy hotels seem to work well for this type of scene because guys coming and going won't raise any eyebrows from the staff. It's important to be sure that the hotel doesn't require a keycard to go up the elevator, otherwise you'll have an issue there. Controlling the flow of guys is hard. You probably want a group of guys taking turns on your hole (that's the best) but you don't want an overcrowded room full of guys. I did this part wrong in NYC and Chicago- I told guys to come between 7 and midnight, so guys were just showing up sporadically. I got it right in Philly- I told guys that they can come as early as 8, but ideally if you want to be part of a group, come between 9 and 10, even as late as 11. I had 12 guys in the room between 9 and 10 all taking turns banging me out. As far as lighting goes, I'd say keep one or two lamps on but don't have the room either too dark or too lit up. Porn is up to you also, but I am not a fan of it in scenarios like this because I feel like it's a distractor. I want guys to be into the gangbang, not what's going on on a TV or computer screen. I checked out your BBRT profile (hot by the way) and I noticed you're doing this gangbang in Sydney. I've never been to Australia (dying to go) so I'm not really sure what the guys are like there generally speaking. I have topped two Aussie guys here in the states and they were a great time. Looks like you have a hot lineup of guys, hope most of them actually show up. You should have a great time. I'd say don't sweat the small stuff. Just relax and let the tops enjoy you and your hole and everything will fall into place. You'll feel like a million bucks at the end of the night knowing you have a whole group of guys' sperm collected in your ass. Good luck and let us know how it went!

Loyal readers, will post more tonight.

PART 4 "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Darin heard the wail of climax just as he felt his fucker shove the thick uncut dick into his ass and hold it there as the beginning of the first wave of cum raced through the dick and into his ass. A fusillade of cum shots was released and blasted into Darin's ass. Each shot injected into his ass a thick glob of protein where it splattered outward smearing and coating his lining with the gooey off white liquid. The thick goop spread out and coated the head of the dick and seeped backward. Some was forced further into Darin as there was room for it. More and more of this glorious pay dirt flooded into Darin. Darin was heaving with excitement of having been fucked and taken another load of cum in his ass. His fucker was heaving at how exhausted he was for having had such a hot ass to bang. His dick was all tingly feeling now and his balls were at last relaxing themselves as the last of the fluid was ejected. Time passed with each man recovering in his own way. "Ahhh, you're a good puta," Darin's bus stop companion said and began chuckling as he slapped Darin's ass playfully. Slowly, he began to pull his deflating dick from Darin's hole. When it popped out, Darin as quick as he could swung himself around lowered his head to take the slick coated dick into his mouth once more where he bathed it and sucked off all the evidence of having been in his ass. Darin tasted all the fuck juices and cum residue and shook inwardly at the taste. He loved the taste. He let the dick slide from his mouth. The two stood and dressed. Darin picked up his backpack. The two said nothing more but carefully looked out from their lair. They each stepped out dusting off their clothes and once more looked around. Darin hesitated then took off his backpack pulling out a notepad and pen. He wrote his name and number on a sheet tearing the page off and handing it to his fucker who looked at it. "If you ever want to fuck this puta again, give me a call," Darin said. "You're hot, and you have a hot dick and know what to do with it." "Man, would like to but my momma would slit my throat if she knew I banged man butt," he said handing back the note. "Maybe we meet again one day." He turned and walked back out of the alley returning to the bus stop. Darin followed behind at a respectable distance. The bus pulled up to the curb, and the doors opened. Six riders climbed the steps finding separate areas of the bus where they would sit quietly minding their own business as they went about their business. The blocks passed by with more riders joining the bus as a few departed. The almost three miles to Darin's apartment passed quickly as he remembered his night and his night cap as he had begun to think of the alley. He smiled contentedly. He looked through the windshield of the bus, reached up and pulled the cord as he stood from his seat. He walked back to the rear exit. The bus came to a halt, and the door clicked as the light over it came on. Darin stepped down and off the bus. He turned looking in the direction from which he had just come to check on the traffic. He needed to get into a tub of hot water and soak. The bus moved off and out of his way. No traffic coming. Darin stepped out into the street to cross and looked to his right for traffic. There was no vehicular traffic coming from that direction either. But, there was foot traffic that caught up to him in the middle of Foster Avenue and saying not a word matched his footfalls all the way to his front door and inside his apartment where he would return many more times. And, momma never found out.

LIke the others, I say go for it! You never know what the experience is like until you try it. I found that guys I had high expectations based on looks alone were dull as fuck in bed and some of the best sex I have had was with guys I least expected it from. I hope that I am still taking loads and having my ass pounded in my 80s!

Just got back from the local nude beach. Fucked a hot muscle boy and gave him a few day old load. then later got fucked by a young slim guy with an 8 inch cock. his load is still in me. Both times, not a word said about status.

First time sharing with everyone, hope I did it justice and people enjoy.

After a bad start to the weekend it ended up not half bad. I can't host normally so with my birthday being today I decided that I would get a hotel room and have some fun. I get to the hotel room around 1 on Saturday and get ready. I thought I made the ad pretty descriptive saying "uninhibited bottom for raw fun" I get a e-mail from a black guy with a nice cock that wants to come over, I tell him to come over and dump his load in my hole. He comes over and asks for a condom, which I don't have so I end up blowing him instead, it wouldn't of really bothered me if he didn't try to bareback shame me when I didn't have condoms. He left around 5pm and I didn't have anything but a few flakes until after midnight when I get a message from two black guys asking "You want are loads in that juicy white ass?" We set up a time and I head over. The one guy was 7 inches and the other was 8.5 and the thickest cock I've seen in person. I've only taken a few BBC's before this and felt comfortable those other times but when I saw it's size I had some doubts. The guy with the smaller cock fucked me first and after a few minutes he picks up the pace and says to get ready for his load. I didn't realize how big his load was until his partner comes over and says that my white ass is his now as he pushes into me. I swear I thought my hole was going to tear open from his girth but I bite my tongue as tells me how good my cunt feels. After 5 minutes or so he asks if my faggot ass wants his load, I reply with yes sir and he comes back with beg for my load faggot. I tell him to breed my faggot hole and that I was his cum dump. He starts pounding me really hard now. He screams "take that fucking load whore". I couldn't believe that I just took that monster and realize that on my way out I was leaking out the loads I got. Those 2 loads equaled 4 or 5 normal ones I would say. Before leaving in the morning I had a couple fuck buddies stop over and bring the total up to 4 which I was happy with.

The rectum doesn't "store" feces. I just take a healthy dump and shower really well afterwards; in a pinch ill settle for handiwipes of some sort. I've never prepped more than this and never had a problem. Once in a while, after taking more than three loads in a day, I may have a bit of "leakage", which is easily cleared up with a shower or wipes. I dunno, maybe it just depends on the bottom's physiology and I'm lucky?

Part I. As my boy and I have continued to explore sex with other people, we’ve had some wild time. We’ve both bred and been bred by guys we knew were POZ, either because they told us, or we saw their biohazard and scorpion tattoos. I’m sure a few POZ guys stealthed us back before we started playing raw on purpose. Suffice it to say that we are no strangers to taking loads, POZ or otherwise. Are we chasers? No, but we like cum. My boy surprised me on a recent Saturday night. We had been talking about going out, and we showered together, both douching pretty deeply in case we wound up sharing some cock later. We made out in the shower, and could barely keep our hands off each other as we toweled off and tumbled onto the bed. My boy threw me onto my back and went down on me, swallowing my cock to the balls and getting it slobbery before climbing on top and sitting all the way down on my dick. He rode me for a few minutes before I came deep in his guts. He pulled off and went down on me again, licking up my cum and his ass juice. He kissed his way up my chest and worked traces of my load into my mouth. I spit the cummy mixture into my hand and worked it into my ass. Still lying on my back, my boy hoisted my legs up and slid his raw hard cock into me. He was so turned on that he came in a few strokes, filling my ass up with a big creamy load. He pulled out, grabbed his phone off of the bedside table and snapped a few pics of my cummy ass, my hands spreading my cheeks wide. As his load oozed out, he fingered it back into me. He slapped his cummy cock against my hole and then I head the ‘woosh’ as he sent an message from his phone. I love feeling a guy unload inside me. I usually can’t feel the actual cumshot, but I can sense his cock plumping up, and then the warm wet rush squishing around inside me. It drives me wild. I live for it. So does my boy. He curled up next to me and fingered my ass. ‘Wanna go play?’ I said sure, and he suggested we go to our favorite sex club downtown. It’s really sleezy, with booths big enough for two to play comfortably, and three if they’re really hot. A few of the booths still have gloryholes. ‘I have a kinky idea... You up for some raunchy fun?,’ he asked, winking at me. I told him I was up for anything. I grabbed my poppers and we both put on our mesh jockstraps, some running shorts, tight t-shirts, and headed to the car. I pestered him the whole way there about what he was planning, and he just giggled. He stopped the car outside of a drug store and told me to wait in the car. I was wondering why he would want more lube since I could see my cum making a dark spot on his shorts as he got out of the car. He was already well-lubed… My boy came back a few minutes later and tossed a bag into my lap. ‘Open it,’ he told me. I did, and was SHOCKED to see two boxes of 18 condoms and two tubes of cheap lube. ‘What the fuck are these for?’ I asked, kind of mortified that he was even suggesting we try safe sex. ‘Just for tonight, baby,’ he assured me. ‘I know what I’m doing…’ He started the car as I sat in a funk, my lap full of unopened rubbers. ‘Are we gonna poke them with pins and breed some unsuspecting bottoms,’ I eagerly asked. ‘Nope,’ he replied. ‘Oh I get it. We’re gonna start to safe fuck some slutty bottom and then work the rubbers off and stealth them?’ ‘Nuh uh,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘What the fuck! I’ve come too far to go back to rubbers now!’ He shook his head, smiling at me, and leading my hand to his hard cock. Fuck! It had been a very long time since he could get hard at even the though of a condom. He took a deep breath as we pulled into the garage next to the sex club. We found a spot, and he parked. As the engine halted, he turned to me and kissed me hard. ‘Tonight, we’re both gonna get as many guys to fuck us as we can. The filthier the better, you see, because we’re gonna make them all bag up.’ I smirked, knowing full well that some hot guys would refuse to use a condom at all. And I knew that some fuckers would remove the condom at the first opportunity. ‘We’re gonna play ‘safe’ tonight. I invited a group of friends to seek us out and fill those rubbers with their cum…’ My interest was piqued. ‘Go on…’ I pleaded. ‘The kinky part will come when we collect all of those full used rubbers… I have a plan for our holes…’ He kissed me hard, and reached for one of the boxes of condoms. My boy got out of the car as he unwrapped the plastic and shoved the condom wrappers in one long strip into his shorts. He didn’t look back at me. I followed him, copying his moves, and discarding the cardboard box, with a strip of 18 condoms trailing down my ass, shoved into my waist.

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.

I agree with you all, love to edge and eat my precum for hours before finally shooting and swallowing it all. Hate to see it go to waste!

I castrated myself via alcohol injections over time. I really do not have photos of that. I finished them off by a visit to a sadist who clamped me with a burdizzo. While I have video of that, I do not share it much. She was quite clear on wanting to avoid any publicity regarding that. Additionally, I had some issues healing....had some medical treatment.....and got locked up in a psych ward for a bit. Anyhow, becoming a eunuch, like getting pozzed has been about the experience and the feelings of having control over who I am and how I can modify my body to match my thoughts. Would be glad to share more if you want to PM me, or Skype some time. It is really interesting seeing the reactions I get from sex partners. Some guys simply want no part of fucking a eunuch. However, there have been many guys who really get turned on by the idea. As for me, I love how I feel as a eunuch. I have been able to transfer the center of my sexual drive from my balls and the testosterone they used to create....to being a fully mental activity......really powerful for me....and I have enjoyed better sex since killing my nuts. The combination of being poz and being a eunuch has been even a more amazing step to mind-blowing sex. Certainly, I am sure this is not for everyone, but for me, it is EXACTLY what I want.

Feeling the top cum, then being told stay still, I'm going to fuck you again. Ands whey they finally pull out, feeling how wet my hole is, fingering myself and smelling the cum

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

To Confront or Confess It was a nice night in Boston. The balmy day had become a comfortably warm and breezy night, the streets were alive with the wandering denizens of the city and I had been asked out on a dinner date by the guy I had been fucking more or less regularly as my exclusive cumdump after the condom broke the first time. He had been quiet lately and I thought our little triste had come to an end but perhaps this was him wanting to move up to the next level? He was just a hole to me now, I would definitely be fucking him after the date, but I would have to disappoint him if he wanted romance. We were meeting at his favorite restaurant and afterwards going to his nearby apartment... "So, I have something to tell you," he said as he closed the door to his apartment. We had enjoyed the dinner, the place lived up to its reputation, and I was quite horny for this little twink's ass, he always gave it up so eagerly. "What's that?" I questioned, already feeling like I knew about his wanting more than just my dick. "You pozzed me," he said bluntly, "and I want to know if you knew?" Well, shit. I didn't see that one coming. "I...did?" I mused aloud slowly as I walked slowly by his granite kitchen counter top and slid my index finger along it looking at him curiously. "Yeah, it had to be you," he went on taking off his sports coat and hung it on a nearby coat rack, "I've only been getting fucked by you for the past couple months, and no one ever fucks me raw...only reason I let you is because the condom broke that time and I figured it out later." "So you liked it," I smirked despite myself. "Well, yeah I did...I loved letting you take me and breed me and say how I was your little cum slut, and you just needed me because you didn't shoot your seed unless it went in someone," he admitted, and I could see how hard he was getting beneath his form fitting jeans which made his ass look so good, "I thought to get the pills you could take after getting a load you're not sure about within 24 hours to ensure not getting pozzed, but you were so hot I just coming back and letting you have me over and over again." "And that hasn't changed, has it?" I questioned coming closer to him now and reached my hands around his waste to grab his ass and pull him into me. "No...even now I just wanna open my legs for you and just give it up like usual until you jizz up my ass and zip up to leave like you always do," he breathed softly, his heart I could feel quickening its pace as I kissed him softly and seductively. "So then who cares about all the other sordid details, I just want that ass," I said, and I was sure I had him now. Of course that's when he pulled away, an uncertain and doubtful look in his eyes and face. "Because I was so devastated when I heard the news I slept with someone trying to believe it wasn't true and I know they got it from me," he revealed to my surprise. I lead him over to the nearby couch that faced a small flat screen tv. "Tell me about it," I said, he might have thought I cared about relieving the burden on his shoulders of becoming a gifter like I had, but really I wanted to be turned on about him spreading my seed even more. "I was going into club Paradise, you know...the one with the hot porn playing and the strippers on the first floor," he began the story... "And the dark seedy dance floor down in the basement with everyone trying to fuck on the floor, their car, or an alleyway?" I joked, but knew all too well just how true my words were. "And that's pretty much what happened, he saw me before I saw him...this fucking hot jock sort of guy. I was kind of dancing alone just trying to get lost in the music when he was grinding up against me from nowhere. I didn't even try and see who it was, I just grinded back and gyrated hard and in tandem with the music. His cock was a fat one, I could feel it clear through the jeans and I wanted to get fucked and used like how you always fucked and used me. That's what guys at Paradise were all there to do more or less." I knew I couldn't wait for more of his story, and what was to come, and when you find out what I heard, it'll be even better than any of you could have guessed. ((Short on time, but will get up the continuation ASAP fellas!))

wish it was the tip of my dick, Tiger LOL actually rather be on the tip of your dick. LOL

I live on the tip of America's dick.

Graduating to Becoming A Gifter Looking back on it now...it all began so innocently (or at least, innocently enough.) After those hung guys had bred me, I never told anyone how much of a violated and used up cumdump I had felt like but the change was apparent to me even though I could not even admit it to myself. I went from willing and submissive bottom to an over-the-top macho dom fucker top. I plowed the ever-living-hell out of any cute, sexy, or hunky ass that passed my way but...I tried to play safe until I got up the nerve to get tested. Then something went horribly wrong...although now I think it was the best thing to have happened to me. Bang! My dorm door slammed open as I stumbled groping and kissing this slim dominican with a sexy set of six-pack abs and a swimmers chest and arms. He was at some pride dance and we had gotten to grinding in the sweaty crowd and as soon as I put that ass against my crotch, I knew I was going to have to fuck this kid like there was no tomorrow...and he knew it too. "Damn, you're a stud," he moaned ripping off his pants and bouncing back onto my bed, already bare bottomed since he had gone commando and his shirt I had torn off someplace between the club and the short hop to my place since the college was in the middle of the city. My belt was unbuckled and jeans falling off to the floor in no time. "You're quite the looker yourself playboy," I flirted with a wink and sly grin. My 8.5 uncut dick was throbbing something awful in the otherwise comfortably fitted black boxer-briefs with the word "TOP" stitched onto the backside incase I went to an underwear party and anyone wanted to take the guessing out of what I wanted. "I have a feeling you want to get right to fucking me," he said as though he wanted an expected it rather than was asking it. He rolled onto his stomach wiggling his ass and getting on his knees and looking back at me with a wicked glint in his eyes and a quirked eyebrow, "Doggy or missionary to start?" I already had produced a condom and went for my desk next to the bed to grab the lube. "Lube that hole up good too, I am gonna be diving in hard and will fuck you like the bitch you are whether you can handle it or not," I ordered, half-serious, and half in jest. "Yes, Daddy," he obeyed already fingering his ass and taking ahold of the lube to apply gratuitous amounts onto it as he did so. The condom was already on and I tossed the wrapper aside, my fat veined cock was hurting it was so hard, I had to fuck him good so I could cum at least once just to get a hardon that wouldn't drive me nuts. I was on him before he had barely taken his finger out of his ass and my rubbered cock sunk into his firm bubble butt swiftly. He reared his head back and gasped moaning and trying to move forward a little to stall for a little adjust time, but I had already grabbed ahold of his dirty blonde hair and tugged on it hard like reining in a horse and plunged balls deep and kept my other hand firmly on the small of his back to rail this tight-holed bottom until he was as loose as I preferred a bottom to be. "Fuck kid, you're mine now," I told him as I smashed unforgivingly into his twink boy hole. He cried out in pain and pleasure and before too long began to loosen and give in when he couldn't get away without me gripping his hair harder to force my cock in fully. "Take it you fuck slut," I barked the order in his ear as I leaned in pounding on him and then licked and sucked on his sweet and sweaty neck. All there was for the next 10 minutes was the sound of him moaning and my balls slapping into his ass checks while splitting that hole ever deeper with my dick. I couldn't believe it was getting even thicker. I think I felt it more than heard it, even though I know I heard something faint...but it took me a moment to realize the condom had suddenly snapped. Whether because of how tight he was when I first started or how fat my cock had gotten...or fuck, maybe it was because gun oil and regular condoms don't go so well together, oops! I kept on fucking him though, he didn't seem to noticed and was grinding now into me like a bitch in full-on heat. I was so turned on thinking of cumming in such an amazing ass I couldn't even help it. I went from planning to fuck him mercilessly for the next half hour to shooting a near week's worth of saved cum right up the fuck-holes raw cunt. I just impaled him harder and harder as I shot volley after volley of my seed. I still hadn't gotten tested...but maybe he was lucky and I was neg. Otherwise it had been months and I would be unmedicated and he'd be knocked up for sure. "Fuck, yes," I whispered just imagining him now carrying my DNA inside him and being forever branded with what was now my calling card. I knew I'd never wear a condom again..at least not without planning to break it and cum inside a bottom. A gifter was born and so was the next part of the Breeding Chain with this poz seed. "Oh god, that was amazing..." he breathed slowly pulling off my wet semi-hard dick. I tried tugging at the condom to make it seemed covered still as he turned around to look back. He must have suspected cum was inside him, I shoot so fucking much even when I have been jerking off daily. "Yeah, you don't know the half of it," I laughed.

Best way to cum for me is getting my prostate hammered by a big dick and cum handsfree while getting fucked. Masturbation is OK but it is a different feeling.

Part 3 After a couple of hours, my Aids lover was still sleeping, but i wanted more sex. I was so fucking horny for the old discosting man,I wanted so bad his Aids babies in me again to make sure i got pregnangt by the old fart. I did not understand myself, but I could not Control myself. I wanted him so bad, the sex was so amzing, its like his discosting features make me even hornier. I try to Wake him up, kissing him all over his face and mouth, probing my tongue in his old mouth, but he pushed me away all the time. Please lets get United again, please, I begged. He then oppeed his eyes and spit in my open mouth. We start to kiss like crazy again, and he told me many sweet Things in my ear, like i was so handsome, so hot, i have an Incredible buble but, and he loved the fact that i wanted him so much. He wanted to reunited Our bodies in one by the sex whith no comdoms. He ordered me on my back holding my knees clouse to my ears, kissing me and spitting on me wille the union was made. he was saying to me that we was trully one persone, even he was the ugliest at the bar, and i the hottest, we was now been one, only one persone totally United by teh sex, and then he sudenlly came in me, telling me that he was gonna live in me forever. Right afer he came and i felt his cum in me i came again With out touching myself and my cum landed on my lips and eyes. he then went to the toilet saying when he come back he wnated me out of here, its understud? He told me that if i want to se him again, i can go to the bar nex Friday and seduce him right in front of everybody, or els i will never ever get his Dick again. I immediately went out all full of shame. I feelt used by the old troll. i was determinated to not meet him again ever. He was rude, ugly, old, wasted, full of Aids, i deserved much much better. But to be honest all week i was hard remembering him, i even felt like i was falling in love With the old Aids troll, me, such a handsome guy that always get the hottest dudes. What was happening to me, i culdent think about anything els than him, his old black Dick,his amazng way to fuck me, his eyes looking at me. Friday i was back at the bar, dressed the moust sexy way i could manage. I was so in shame, asking myself what if someone knew me, what if some of my friends se me With ths discosting old sick man. I almoust go back to the streat whem i so him on his way to the toilet followed again by the redhead. i followed to the toilets and there they were frenching like no tomorrow. I was so jealouse, i feel like i was mad in love with the old troll, I was afraid that he got his babies in the redhead and maybe didient wanted me after. I say hello, and the odl troll told me that i need to waith, that his freind mark wanted some Dick and they dissapaered in one cublicle frenching. I spy the sexual union, but the readhead cum very fast again, as fast as the old man has his black Dick in his ass, all bare. then again the shame overcomed him and he dissapaered from Our wiew. The old man make me blow his Dick to clean it up, and sudenlly sarted to piss in my mouth, and my Nice sweeter got weet from the piss i dident managed to drink. i looked at him and he was smillin, I was happy that i was making him happy. he then tuck his dick of my mouth and in his throuses and told me lets go Dance. I was so in shame, averybody was looking at us dancing, kissing, his hands all over me, i was feeling like i was so in love With him that i decided to ignore all the guys waching and give myself totally to the old aids troll. To be continued.

I want to be next, I want to be next!!!! I've been waiting for a long time for the next installment and it was well worth the wait for sure. And I'm already getting xxxcited for the next chapter. Thnx rawemobttm for the story and all the work it takes to post a story like this. I sure hope you blasted a few loads in the making. I sure have in the reading oh, and btw, this is a pic of what my Adam would look like...hope to see some other guys images of their Adams

“Mind if I booty bump the slut some more Dean?” Jack asked holding up the film canister and shaking it. “Nope that’s what it’s for Jack,” Dean replied with an evil smirk. Jack smiled back as he opened the canister shaking out a nice sized shard and then shook some powder on the head of his already cum covered cock head. One of the older bear couple grabbed Adam’s legs and pulled them back so Jack could drop the shard in the boy’s open hole. Jack took the boy’s legs back and lined his cock with the opening. As he shoved his thick nine inch cock in the moaning twink balls deep in a single thrust he announced to the gathered room, “Now it’s time to really knock this slut’s ass up with some poz loads.” Adam yelped as the mysterious man’s cock punched through his hole to bury its self deeper than anything ever had before. Dean’s thick cock had stretched him open enough the man’s girth did not really hurt only stung slightly. He could not believe how good it felt to have another cock inside his now incredibly hungry hole. Jack groaned in pleasure as his thick nine-inches wrapped its self in the barely-legal boy’s spooge lubed fiery hot fuck tunnel. He gazed deep into Adam’s formally bright blue eyes, now dazed and darkened by the Tina wanting forever to remember this moment as he helped poz the newly born cumslut. The nearly hairless twink’s toned skateboarder 5’6”, 120 lbs. body turned him on unbelievably. It reminded him to the first young teen twink he stealthed after discovering his cheating youthful lover had pozzed him. He smoked the boy up after picking him up from a coffee house, taking him to a nearby sleazy motel taking his cherry and his health. Adam started to whimper after the man quickly started to withdraw his dick. “Please don’t stop…you feel so good,” Adam found himself begging the skeleton-like man. “Oh ya the lil’ neg twink slut likes poz raw dick,” Jack laughed loudly as he grinned at the others standing around him watching him begin his assault on the no longer innocent eighteen-year old deflowered virgin twink. “Don’t worry bitch, I’m nowhere near finished with your lil’ boy neg pussy,” he leered at young teen, who didn’t even look legal enough to be in the bathhouse, as he shoved his death stick back in as hard as he could. “Your fuckin’ cunt will be dripping with my poz load soon enough slut.” “Poz load?” The chemmed up eighteen-year old started to ask, before the older skeleton-like man pulled back out and slammed back inside him even harder than before slapping his balls against his upturned smooth ass. The amazing feeling of the anonymous man’s long thick meat distracted him long enough to forget what he was asking the group of men around him as he begged for it harder and faster. The men watching Adam laughed at his naivety at not realizing they were pozzing him. Dean smiled to himself as he realized Adam before the night was out would be begging men to feed him their dirty loads. If by the time all, the men in the room were finished with him and the clueless boy didn’t understand what was going on, he would tell Adam after he was strapped in the sling in the Pig Room when he booty bumped and slammed the teen again. It would be hot watching the tweaked boy beg for the gift to set him free. Adam groaned as he felt the unknown man’s balls slap repeatedly against his ass cheeks. He loved the feeling and sound of them smacking him hard turning him on even more than before. Dean’s dick had stretched him open wide, but this guy was going for depth. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his ass filled with another dick. He was so lost in the pleasure of the older man’s long thick meat pummeling him; his drugged brain didn’t register the poz talk of the men around him. All he just wanted was to have the man cum inside him as Dean had. He loved the feel of hot, thick, gooey jizz filling his ass. Dean’s load felt unbelievable as a lube helping the older man pound his ass. “FUCK BITCH! YOU WANT THIS MUTHA-FUCKIN’ POZ LOAD DON’T YOU?” Jack growled loudly as he switched from rapid pummeling to forceful long-dicking making sure the boy felt every inch of his fuck-tool as he slammed back inside making sure to tear up newly corrupted cumdump. “YES!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!! COME ON GIVE ME THAT LOAD!!!” Adam howled nearly out of his mind from the fucking he was receiving from the older man ravishing his hole. “BEG ME BITCH TO POZ YOUR HOLE,” commanded Jack as he kicked into high gear completely pulling out, before slamming back inside the horny tweaked teen. “BEG…SLUT!...TELL…ME…TO…POZ…YOUR…NEG…BOY…PUSSY!” He demanded punctuating each word with a powerful thrust back inside the teen pinned beneath him. He felt his balls drawing tight as they prepared to fire three days worth of his death seed in the drugged angelic-looking blond twink. “POZ MY NEG BOY PUSSY!!! Adam squealed wanting Jack to fill him with his gooey man-juice, not realizing what he was begging the older man to do to him. In his drugged mind, he thought he was just wanting the man to cum, just as Dean had before in him. Seeing the twisted innocent-looking boy beg for his toxic load pushed Jack over the edge as he pulled out one last time before slamming his pulsing fuck-meat deep back inside the newly-born cumdump. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ LOAD!!! He howled in triumph as his cock fired six powerful jets of poz jizz flooding the previously already filled fuck tunnel. His thick load oozed out from around his impaled fleshy butt-plug. Although, Adam was leaking precum like crazy and he was hornier than he had ever been before in his life his dick wouldn’t get hard. However, the fantastic feelings emanating from his ass distracted him from being concerned about this disturbing fact. Normally he generally was constantly hard when horny. He loved the way the unknown older man’s nine-inch thick cock had felt fucking him. The way he had pulled all the way out before slamming deep back inside him was incredible, Adam hoped the man would fuck him again after the others had fucked him. Adam whimpered as he felt the semi-hard fuck-pole begin to slide from his ass. He wanted the man to stay inside him for as long as possible. The men around him laughed as they watched the exit of the thick cock from him and the flow of jizz from his now gaping hole. “Batter up guys, the slut needs more poz loads by the sound of it,” he chuckled moving out of the way for the next man to mount the twisted twink. “Well I guess it’s me, since they want to spit-roast the cumdump when they gift him,” smiled the 6’7”, 370 lbs. college football jock as he climbed between Adam’s spread legs. Evan couldn’t believe he was about to fuck and help gift one of his favorite wet dreams from when he had been a senior at the same high school. Adam was just a sophomore when Evan first saw him changing in the locker room. He wanted the boy’s tight lil’ ass from the first time he saw Adam bent over drying his ankles by his locker. Unfortunately, Evan had to maintain the image he was straight during High school. He did though manage to fuck a couple of the team managers and towel boys while in school, because they knew he would beat the crap out of them if they ever told anyone what happened. College though turned out to be a different story. Sometimes the parties got so wild everyone was fucking anyone they found, that was how he got pozzed the year before at a college party. Some wealthy alumni threw a party after winning a bowl game, everyone was so wasted he did not think anything of it when the alumni told him some of his friends wanted to meet him and parTy with the man who had scored the winning touchdown. The man escorted him out to a large pool house, which looked more like a regular two-story house. A small, much more intimate party was going on when Evan and the man reached the pool house. About twelve or so men, obviously all former football players were having a goodtime smoking weed, and something else from a glass pipe and drinking when they entered, the living room. They all cheered him when the man introduced him to the men at the party. Somebody handed him a mixed drink, which tasted a little weird, but he didn’t care as each of the men introduced themselves and kept him busy talking about school and the game and his life to that point. It turned out all were alumni of the school and they told him they hoped he would be a positive influence on incoming players, much like they had positive influences on their fellow players. He politely told them he hoped that he could follow their example. They laughed assuring him after that night there would be no doubt in their minds he would definitely have a positive impact on anyone else he wanted in the future. Evan seemed surprised, but secretly pleased there were no women at the gathering. It enabled him to relax and be more himself. He still tried to act straight, while at college parties though he and a few of his buddies from the team had fapped or sucked one another off after a party when they had been horny and unable to pick up any girls. All of the men seemed relaxed and comfortable with one another, at some point, he couldn’t remember when, they had taken off their tee shirts and were now only dressed in their shorts. He found it hard to resist looking at the obvious bulges in their shorts. Several of the men, actually had hardons and were pitching some serious tent in their shorts. This in turn made him hornier than he had been in a longtime. They told him since the season was over they invited him join them in celebrating by smoking a lil’ weed and kick back with them. He hadn’t been able to 420 since high school, so he was excited at the prospect. They passed around a joint at first, but later someone passed him a bong. Jason was having the best time of his life. He was hanging out with a bunch of cool men, who seemed interested in him as much as he was interested in them. He was sitting on the couch talking to one particularly handsome man, when he heard a familiar voice. “Hey Evan, having fun yet?” Evan looked up pleasantly surprised to see his best buddy from the team, Ethan the quarterback standing there giving him a huge grin. He could resist himself standing up giving the smaller 5’ 10”, 160 lbs. player a huge hug and barely managing to stop short of kissing the hot quarterback. The two of them had on more than one occasion after a party had sucked one another off. Ethan had introduced him to the pleasure of having his ass played with while getting a blowjob. “How did you know where to find me?” Evan asked inviting his buddy to join him on the couch. “My Uncle Davis, always throws one of these Positive Impact parties every year. I got to be the guest of honor finally last year, and when he asked me to pick someone to be the guest of honor this year I told him I couldn’t think of anyone more perfect than you dude,” he smiled reaching out sensually to caress Evan’s mostly smooth chest. “I see you’ve already gotten comfortable, so I guess I better too,’ he giggled. Evan looked down surprised to see he was only wearing his boxers. He couldn’t remember taking off his clothes. He looked back up getting ready to say something to Ethan about being so fucked up he didn’t remember stripping and to apologize to his friend, when he saw Ethan standing there in front of him completely naked, boned out and grinning at him. One of the men was holding a small powerful torch-like lighter under a bulbous glass pipe quickly filling with thick white smoke, while Ethan steadily sucked in its contents. He looked around the room to see how all the men were reacting to the sight of the nineteen-year old naked sophomore. He realized he was the only one wearing any clothes and all of the men were completely boned up, including him. The man sitting next to him offered him a similar glass pipe directing on how to use it, telling him to hold the smoke in as long as he could. Before Evan realized it, he had taken five massive hits from the pipe and finally shared the last one with Ethan, who was by then sitting in his lap. The shotgun quickly turned into a passionate bout of kissing between the two-college football players. When they finally stopped kissing one of the men passed to teammates a couple of pills a piece to take. Evan followed Ethan’s lead and took them without question, before they shared a few more hits of a glass pipe. Evan was unbelievably horny as the result of everything happening to him, whenever he looked around the room when hitting the pipe he saw all the men engaged in all sorts of sexual activity, which in turn made him even hornier. Finally, Ethan climbed off his lap taking his hand and led him to a large upstairs room with a strange looking swing hanging from the ceiling. He helped Evan climb into the swing, while some of the men, who had followed them upstairs secured his arms and legs into restraints so he couldn’t move and was now completed exposed and open to them. “Ethan tells me you’re one hell of a cocksucker Evan,” said the man who had led him out to the pool house. He was surprised to see Ethan engaged in a passionate kiss with the man, before sliding down to his knees and taking the older man’s cock in his mouth. “My lil’ nephew cumslut here,” he said pausing as he firmly griped Ethan’s curly locks and started to brutally face-fuck his friend, “told me he thought you would be a perfect addition to our lil’ college brotherhood and I couldn’t agree more especially after your spectacular win today. We’re going to initiate you now into our Positive Impact Brotherhood and you will be a changed man by the time you leave here,” he laughed as Evan felt someone begin to rim him for the first time in his life. The men used him for the remainder of the weekend. Now he was going to do the same to Adam. He couldn’t wait finally to tap Adam’s ass after so many years. Evan doubted Adam remembered him, since he had really bulked out in college and grown his hair longer. He intended to tell Adam who he was once he slid inside his boy cunt. He was certain Adam had been a closet case as he had been and probably fapped to images of his naked body in the shower. Now he was going to make those fantasies a reality. Evan stared down at the chemmed up newly born cumslut grinning. Other than growing a few inches taller and filling out some muscles he looked almost exactly as he had the first day he had seen Adam bent over in the locker room. It was time to show his wet dream what he wanted to do to him that day. “Hey Adam, do you remember me from Robert Lewis?” Evan asked the barely eighteen-year old as he reached down pulling one of Adam’s slender, toned lightly haired legs against his muscular chest, while he pulled the other leg around his waist. Evan wanted to go for maximum penetration with his thick wedged-shaped seven-inches. It took Adam a minute to process what the jock had said to him before he realized who was about to breed him. Evan Brown, who had been a senior when he was a sophomore at Robert Lewis, his high school. He had been a football god, who was recruited to Florida State after graduation. He had several hot and nasty fantasies involving the senior, most of them involving fucking Adam in the showers with some of the other players from the team. This was like a dream come true for him. He couldn’t help himself, “Fuck and breed me please I NEED YOU COCK!!!” Adam begged. The hunger in his ass was growing and it would only be satisfied with more cock loading his ass. “I wanted you to fuck me Evan, since I first saw you in the locker room,” he found himself confessing unexplainably. It was like all his fantasies were coming to the surface and he wanted to tell these men, so they could fulfill each and everyone of them. He felt so nasty and slutty, but found himself enjoying the freedom his thoughts were giving him. Evan teasingly pushed his cockhead against Adam’s now red puffy loose hole coating it with the leaking loads of toxic man-seed. He loved listening to Adam whimper in frustrated desire for his cock. Seeing the twisted teen-slut begging for his fuck tool and load turned him on incredibly. The twink was going to get the fuck he should have gotten so many years before, and he would remember it for the rest of his life. He pulled back watching Adam try to use his one leg wrapped around his thick waist to pull him inside his hungry teen pussy, but he knew the small teen couldn’t budge his more powerful frame. Evan reached down grabbing and opening the film canister of Tina sprinkled some of the powder on his cum coated dick head. He smiled taking out another shard, before pushing it quickly inside the loose fuck hole he was about to inject with his still unmedicated seed. Just as Adam started to moan about the burn of the Tina as it began to melt inside him, Evan slammed his dick balls deep in the now broken in cumslut. “Is this what you wanted Adam?” he growled lustfully at the now impaled teen. If you do then beg for it and make me believe you really wanted my cock in high school I’ll fuck you like I know you wanted it,” he grinned as he ground his buried dick in small circles making Adam moan like a ten-dollar whore. Suddenly his high school fantasy, Evan, yanked his thick cock from his hole. Adam stared in desperation deep into the eyes of the powerfully built football player, who still had him pinned to the bed in the room at the bathhouse. He didn’t care about anything else but getting Evan’s meat back inside him. He would promise or do anything to feel the thick cock buried in his teen pussy, because that was what it was now. A receptacle for men’s cocks and jizz, he couldn’t imagine not ever being fucked again. “OH GOD…PLEASE! PLEASE…FUCK…ME…EVAN!!! I NEED YOUR COCK IN ME!!!” Adam wailed, begging for Evan’s cock. “I’LL DO ANYTHING…PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!!” He cried out in frustration and need for more cock in his now insatiable hungry hole. “Anything?” Evan chuckled looking at all the men surrounding Adam, before looking back down at the desperate chemmed up twink. “Anything at all?” “YES…I PROMISE…ANYTHING YOU WANT!!! PLEASE…FUCK ME…PLEASE!!!” Bending down close to Adam’s baby smooth face, Evan using a loud stage whisper, “I want you to beg me to fuck you full of my HIV positive charged load and poz you.” Adam shuddered as Evan’s request began to process slowly through his drug-addled brain. Had both of the previous men been positive? He remembered Dean, the man who had taken his virginity demanding he beg for his “charged” load. The next man had also made him beg for his “poz” cum, they had purposely fucked him without a rubber and tricked him into wanting their deadly loads. He knew he should stop and leave. Maybe he could get something to help stop it from happening to him. He didn’t want to die, he had his whole life ahead of him. Yet as much as he mentally thought he should leave the bathhouse, his body wanted something else. It wanted to feel more raw cock sliding inside of his ass, filling him with warm, thick, gooey spooge. He couldn’t deny how pleasurable it had been to feel the previous two men pumping their loads in him. Maybe it would be okay for him to take a few poz loads, after all Dean and Evan looked like they were healthy. He whimpered as Evan slipped two fingers in his ass beginning to finger fuck him as he tried to figure out what to do. In the end, the hunger in his ass won out and Adam surrendered to the pleasure his body desired. “Yes do it,” Adam lustfully whispered finally. Evan grinned realizing he won, Adam now would willing surrender his body to the will of the men, who wanted to use him as a cumdump. “Yes do what Adam? You have to tell me what you want,” he continued sliding a third a finger in the teen beneath him making Adam moan loudly. “Adam, you need to tell me what you want or I won’t give you my Johnson.” Adam could barely think straight, as Evan’s pumping fingers stoked the building fire in his ass. He didn’t care what the future held anymore he NEEDED dick and cum filling his ass. He wanted as much as these men could give him. “FUCK ME EVAN!!! GIVE ME YOUR FAT COCK!!!” He finally howled now desperate to get more cock in his boy pussy. Evan laughed as he began to pump his fingers in and out even faster of his high school wet dream. “I will when you ask properly like I told you to ask me,” he smiled wickedly at the horny eighteen-year old. Adam knew what he had to do in order to get Evan’s thick cock back inside him. He swallowed a couple of times before completely surrendering himself at last to the men surrounding him. “FUCK…ME…WITH…THAT…POZ…COCK! BREED…ME! GIVE…ME…YOUR…CHARGED…LOAD!!! He yelled out, as he felt Evan’s fingers leave his ass. “FUCKIN’ TAKE MY POZ COCK BITCH!!!” Evan roared as he slammed balls deep in a single thrust. He didn’t wait to give Adam anytime to adjust to the deep penetration, he just began to long dick the teen pinned beneath him relentlessly. Adam squealed out in pleasure as he felt Evan ram into him. He couldn’t believe how good it felt feeling his high school fap fantasy pounding him. All he could do was lay there moaning and begging for it harder. He started getting turned on even more as Evan started talking dirty to him. The way Evan talked to him about pozzing his ass made him feel and think things he never would have imaged. He wanted Evan to poz him and found himself now begging to be “knocked up” with the football player’s “poz babies”. He wanted the freedom promised to be able to take any hard dick offered him and not to worry, only to enjoy the pleasure. “Hey dude wanna clear off the table there, I want fuck the slut there,” panted a sweat drenched Evan. He wanted to pound Adam even deeper if that was possible. Dean and the others grinned at the young college football player as they moved Dean’s party supplies out of the way. Dean was impressed at how Evan had managed to get Adam to submit to being a poz cumslut. He decided he would get to know the football player a bit better. It would be fun to visit the college boy’s campus and convert a few students with him. If the boy had any brains and wanted a job, he might consider hiring him, so Evan could travel the world pozzing others like Adam. Once Evan saw the table was cleaned off he told Adam to wrap his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist. He then carried the still impaled Adam over to the table and set him down on it. He pushed the eighteen-year old down on the table, before grabbing his legs holding them up as he spread them wide. It was time now to fuck the chemmed up slut. Adam whimpered and begged for Evan’s raw dick as he felt it leave his ass, but he didn’t have to wait for it’s return very long. He grunted loudly as the thick wedge-shaped flesh missile slammed back in hard and fast, before being withdrawn and then rammed back in even more forcefully. Precum flowed from Adam’s semi-hard cock, all over his stomach and groin much like a broken faucet spilling out water. Each complete withdrawal and powerful thrust back in forced even more clear, sticky fluid to pump over like mini climaxes. His eyes rolled-back and drool dripped from his mouth as he became overcome by the brutal fucking being delivered. Evan hated to admit it, but Adam had one of the best boy cunts he had fucked in a long time. He was going to make sure whenever he was home he took the opportunity to tap it. The boy could just take a pounding and still beg for more, he was going to be one well-fucked boy by the time they were finished with him. Hearing the chemmed up fuck-toy beg for his poz load was pushing him almost to his climax. “MUTHA FUCK!!!” Bayed Evan as he began to fire his load deep inside his former high school fap fantasy. “TAKE…MY…POZ…LOAD!!!” Evan panted each word as thick toxic man-batter filled Adam’s already flooded boy cunt. “Oh fuck,” babbled Adam as he felt each pulse of the thick cock buried inside his fuck tunnel. He lay there on the table panting covered in sweat enjoying the feeling of a HIV positive cock giving him the gift of freedom. He couldn’t help himself reaching up, once again wrapping his arms around Evan’s neck pulling him down towards his mouth. The two boys engaged in a short bout of passionate kissing, before Adam released Evan. “Who’s next?” He asked lustfully grinning at the men slowly stroking their cocks as they watched he and Evan pull apart and a flood of jizz flow out his now gaping fuck hole.

I love it all, from start to finish! From the moment my ass gets opened by that bare cock, to the moment it unloads deep in me . I enjoy it all .

Love smaller bottoms. Just fucked this 5 foot 8 slim bottom with a sweet little ass tonight. Love the bottom boys that are a little shorter, slim. But it's a preference, not a rule. If a guy's hot, he's hot and I"ll fuck him. I'll fuck bigger guys if they're cute.

Xtube Pozzing – Locked and Loaded: The first shot of scalding cum landed in my right eye as the homeless guy frantically beat his dick. “That’s it,” Lex yelled to make himself heard above the din of voices of the men waiting to use me, “Glaze his face. Stick out that tongue whore, taste that infected cum, that’s it, show the folks at home what a good hungry slut you are.” I turned my head slightly and squinted my left eye so I could see Lex, video camera in hand, capturing the first hot load. After already being used by the pimp in the alley, Jay, Griz and his guys, Lex, and their friends, the guys now decided the best way for me to serve them as a whore was to star in my own Xtube video as a white, negative bottom being raped and infected by a group of nasty black men. I now looked at the homeless guy standing over me, the one who’s crust covered dick I had sucked and licked clean and who had just shot on my face. “Good, now turn to the camera again and say ‘thank you Black Master for your infected load – I am nothing but a white negative whore ready to be used and bred’ – now say it,” Lex ordered. Suddenly my head spun a bit and it seemed like the homeless was moving in fast-forward mode as his hand looked like it was jacking at 100 miles an hour. Must be the drugs, fuck I had never been so fucked up and high! Yet, somehow I still managed to give my thanks and prayed for more. “Who’s next? Get those dicks locked and loaded and show me the money shot!” Lex said as the first guy stepped book, someone else grabbed my head and forced another dirty dick down my throat. “Remember. First loads go on his face, down his throat. Once everyone coats the whore up, we’ll then move on the main event – seeing you fuckas rape and infect that pink whore ass!!!” This elicited a loud round of “FUCK YEAHS and GONNA FUCK THAT BITCH GOOD and YOU WAIT WHORE, I GOT SOME CHARGED DICK FOR YOU!” For the moment, all I could do was focus on sucking the guy in front of me and not flipping out from the drugs. I reached up to wipe the first load off my face and eye and SLAP! Jay’s big hand hit my face again, making me bit down on the dick in my mouth as Jay said, “Don’t fucking touch that. Every hole and pore in your body needs to absorb that infected cum, you hear me? I wanna see my little rabbit covered in nutt, so you just keep on working that mouth slut!” I nodded, opened my mouth, and took the dick back in, the cum now seeping a little into my right eye and stinging like hell, but I knew better now than to try to wipe it off. Griz then said, “For your horny bastards watching this, not only will this white whore get pozzed up and infected with who the fuck knows what today, you can all consider this a How To Manual in How To Serve Your Black Masters. Ain’t that right whore? Tell them? Tell them you want that black dick, tell them you need that poz cum, tell them what a slut you are for that long, thick, hood dick.” I twisted my head, letting the dick currently in mouth slip out as I turned my face towards Lex and the camera and said, “Yes Master. I’m a whore whore for my black masters. Please teach me how to serve you. Please use me as your whore. I’m your baby drinker. Please infect me anyway you want, with anything you want – but most of all Masters – please give me more drugs!” The guys standing around me all started to laugh as Jay leaned down, held his crack pipe to my lips, and Lex moved in for a close up as the smoke from the pipe swirled around my cum coated face then focused in on me blowing it around the dick waiting for my mouth. Lex growled, “Fuck yeah! Good whore learns quick, look at that, smoking that dick.” Soon the guy fucking my throat picked up the pace and as he got close pulled out and as he did Jay said, “Say what you carrying man – tell the camera what you got so folks know if you’re gonna give our whore here the ‘package’ or something else.” Just as he started to speak someone placed their hands over my ears so I could not hear, and as I was about to ask why thick globs of cum started hitting my face. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to catch the wayward drops, and then sucked him dry once he had glazed me. That was the way the rest of the guys went – shoving their dirty dicks down my throat, as they got close they would start jacking to be sure they coated my face and just as they started to shoot someone would cover my ears while the guy told the camera what he was carrying. I guess I sucked 8 or 10 guys, both of my eyes were completely encased in cum, my face was covered, I had cum drips down my neck, even some in my hair and on one ear. Some of the bigger dicked guys had really gotten off on making me choke on their dick and they forced it past my gag reflex, so my chest was also covered with cum and gut juice I spit up. While I waited for the next dick Lex said, “That’s it for the first set of loads. Here baby, open that mouth, let your black masters feed you what you missed.” I obeyed, opened my mouth, and soon big thick fingers were wiping my face off then shoving the infected load into my waiting mouth. After a couple minutes of licking fingers clean, Jay bent down, lifted me up, and then sat back in the chair with me in his lap. I wiped my hands vigorously over my face like a little hamster trying to clean himself off, shook my head to get myself back in the here-and-now, and smiled as Griz leaned down, patted my face, handed me a pipe and said, “Good slut. That shit was hot. While the fellas light up and get ready for the next round I put a little something special in this glass, so let me burn it for you, just open those pink lips and inhale when I tell you.” With Jay holding me in a bear hug in his lap, and Griz lighting the pipe, I opened my lips anxious for whatever new drug they planned to dose me with. I didn’t care anymore or question what they gave me, or what they made me do, all I knew is that I wanted more of it all – more dick, more drugs, more dick, and more drugs. I hit the pipe and started choking and coughing as Griz laughed and said, “Fuck damn! Don’t try to take it all at once. This shit is tough shit, so ease up on it, it’s not some dick for you to jump on, you feel me?” I laughed a little, took a smaller hit, and immediately my whole body tingled, my mind cleared, everything seemed more 3-D. Lex then came up, leaned down, kissed me long and hard and after he pulled away said to the others, “OK, what’s next? Right to fucking or something else? Here’s what I’m thinking….” A few minutes later I was on my hands and knees on the nasty carpet in the basement as the homeless guys lined up behind me and in front of me. Before they started though Griz jumped the line, told me to open to my mouth, and as Lex zoomed in with the camera on my face Griz said, “Next up in training our whore is a good chem piss high. Here in the hood we like a fucked up, sloppy whore who takes every body fluid and we mean EVERY. Step 1 – cum facial, Step 2, take that nicca piss – so come on whore, open that mouth and you better swallow every fucking drop.” I started to gag and choke as the first stream of piss from Griz’s dick shot down my throat. Fuck damn that was awful, but Griz just growled, slapped my face hard, held my head between his big hands and forced his dick in a bit further as he continued to piss in my mouth and I continued to gag and choke and piss ran out of my lips and down my chin. At the same time, the homeless guys behind me moved around me and the first one lined his dick up with my ass and shoved it in. I expected to get fucked but he stayed still, his body tense as his fingers clamped into my hips and soon I started to understand why – he was pissing up my ass. I immediately tried to move, but Griz squeezed my head hard between his hands like a vise and growled, “STAY THE FUCK WHERE YOU AT – YOU ARE GOING TO TAKE EVERY DROP OF THIS PISS.” The first load of piss up my ass made be feel bloated and like I had to shit, and as soon as the first guy finished and pulled out I heard Lex say, “Clamp that hole shut. Fuck, for you folks at home, look at that, shiny hole covered in toxic piss full of chem. Watch that throat work, see his neck? He’s struggling to swallow that stream!” Lex was right. Every drop down my throat made my guts clench and just as Griz finished up and pulled his dick out my entire insides felt like they collapsed into a big fist and piss and cum and gut juice came pouring back out of my mouth and all over my arms and the carpet. “Damn! Like the fucking Exorcist and shit,” one of the homeless guys said. Lex kneeled, the camera now inches from my face as he said, “Say you want more. Say you’re sorry and say you want more. Tell them how you want to taste all the piss and feel it all up in your ass.” While the next homeless guy stuck his dick in my piss-filled and added to my bloat, another one slid his dick in my mouth as my tongue felt his meat twitch and dance before his piss started to flow. He did not have much to give me and I was able to keep it down, but as the third guy started to slide in my ass I could not hold my hole shut and piss and old cum came pouring out, making the next guy in line jump back and exclaim, “FUCKING NASTY BITCH!” before he reached forward and punched me hard in the side, right in the same spot the young dude had kicked me in. I cried out, immediately dropped and rolled over as angry voices surrounded me. I looked up from the floor and saw Jay and Griz both whaling on the dude, fists flying, and the sound of them connecting with bone and flesh seemed really unbelievably loud. “YOU UNGRATEFUL ASSHOLE – WHAT THE FUCK? YOU LIKE THAT SHIT? DUMB ASS FUCKER! YOU DON’T PUNISH A WHORE FOR WHAT’S ONLY A NATURAL REACTION THEY CAN’T CONTROL, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY TRYING – YOU FEEL US? WE TOLD YOU ALL TO LEAVE THAT SORT OF SHIT ON THE STREET.” As I struggled to focus the guy who punched me just kept screaming about his money, where’s his money, and was quickly dragged out the back door by Jay and Griz, his screams mixing with the yelps of the dogs in the backyard. One of the homeless guys knelt down and touched my face and asked if I was OK as Lex held out his hand to help me get up, his camera still rolling. “Well folks, that’s another lesson from the hood. You don’t let no one – I mean no one – fuck with what’s yours like that. That whore is ours, and if we want to do a beat down that is our choice – or yours if enough of you request us to make a new video of, but some fuck head’s we don’t know.” Griz and Jay came back in, the rest of the guys lined up, and as I knelt on the carpet now soaked in chem piss and more, I realized I had not hit the pipe again, yet felt even more fucked up than before. Was that a piss high? I still gagged on some of the piss but eagerly swallowed what I could and tried to keep as much of it up my ass as possible, but am not sure how successful I was. The next thing I remember clearly was Lex in front of me again with the camera saying, “Tell me slut, did you like that piss, what does it feel? You all wet now? That pussy slick for dick? Ready for a grimey hood fuck? Time to get that pussy pozzed up!!” I rolled onto my back on the carpet, not quite sure what was going on where I was. The carpet was sopping wet – was that from me? I didn’t care. Someone tapped me with their foot, it was Jay, “Come on, get up. Let’s get you ready for the next part of your pozzing.” I managed to get up and made Jay laugh as I kept reaching out trying to touch his hard dick. “You a hungry slut ain’t you? Don’t worry now. That pussy is going to get worked.” I saw Lex peeling off some bills from a wad of cash and two of the homeless guys started walking up the stairs. He turned to Jay and said, “Fuckers got squeamish when I told them what I had planned. Now, time to get our whore bred! Are you ready for some more strong black dick riding you?” I could only hum as Jay pulled me back against his hardening dick and Lex stepped forward, leaned in and kissed me wet and sloppy, then whispered, “You smell like a dirty whore already. Once these guys are all done using that hole, guess what, Jay, Griz, and I are only getting started and you WILL NOT leave here anytime soon baby.” Lex’s words did not really register at the time as Jay sat me back in his lap, Griz handed me a pipe, and Lex zoomed in with the camera while saying, “Look at this white whore. Like all white pussy, craves that Big Black Cock – BBC – BBC fucking them, nutting in them, using them, isn’t that right? You want some more BBC? You want BBC to nutt up in you? Infect you? Mark you as theirs?” I handed the pipe back to Jay, looked in the camera and said, “I want as much BBC as you can give me, I NEED it in my ass, making me your white pussy – PLEASE MASTERS!” At that Jay’s dick started jumping and he tried to shift so he could slide it in my ass, but Lex told him to hold off and led me to the bedroom with the remaining homeless guys in tow. I kneeled on the bed, pulled the pile of pillows up under my chest to give me support, reached back and spread my cheeks and begged, “PLEASE GIVE ME THOSE AIDS BABIES – THOSE BLACK BABIES – MAKE ME YOUR WHITE WIFE!” Lex’s grip on the camera faltered a bit at that, Griz and Jay growled, and the homeless guys lined up, their infected dicks ready to seed me, smallest to biggest – the smallest being a good 9.5 inches and extra-thick. Before we could begin, I stood up, asked Jay for the pipe again, took a long hit, kneeled back down, and waited. My head was surrounded my a thick cloud of smoke from the pipe and all the other guys crowded in the small room, smoking their own pipes and blunts and more soon filled the small bedroom with a deep, thick haze that added to the nasty setting. I expected a quick rough fuck, but instead I felt a finger, just one. I could hear Griz, “The key to pozzing any neg whore is to get them prepped. There are lots of ways to do that, but if you have the time, I suggest using your own fingers, taking your nails, digging into that ass like’s it’s a pan of biscuits you have to get ready to bake.” I clenched my teeth as Griz worked his fingernails into my ass ring, taking his time, one finger after another, one hand to the next. He pulled out, then Jay said, “Or, if you a true freak, you brush that whore up. Thank you Crest! Here I have your typical extra firm bristle tooth brush. Just slide it in, no lube, fuck look at that hole twitch! See this is what ever slut wants and needs. No matter what they say they all want the ‘package’ and what better way to give it to them? Now I prefer the side-to-side action, but in and out, long and deep, whatever you like as long as you pull it and see this – hot red bristles!!!” I was gritting my teeth and trying hard not to cry out as Jay brushed my hole harder and harder. I knew what was happening, but in the drug high did not care and all I could think about was all the hot black dick waiting to fuck me. My hole made a big SQUISH noise as the first homeless guy forced his dick into my ass, no lube, just fucking with what Jay had created. I dropped my head and cried a little into the pillows and within several strokes what was incredible pain flipped into ultimate ecstasy and I started to push my ass back. I could hear voices around me saying, “THAT’S IT WHORE, PUSH THAT PUSSY OUT! FUCK IT MAN, FUCK THAT HOLE, POUND IT! YEAH LOOK AT THAT, SLUT’S GOT HER PERIOD, FUCK THAT CUNT, BREED THAT PINK PUSSY NICCA, SHOOT THOSE AIDS BABIES!! INFECT THAT WHITE HOLE!!!” I wish I could say I felt each load or knew when they shot in me, but I can’t. I was so high, and my ass in such a mix of pain and wonder that my senses were just overloaded. Lex instructed each guy to make sure to tell him when he was getting ready to shoot his nutt and when he did, Lex’s voice would carry over all the others, “SHOW ME THE MONEY SHOT, SHOW THAT CUM HITTING THAT TORN UP PUSSY, THAT’S IT, NOW SLAM IT BACK IT, WORK THAT LOAD UP THERE, MAKE IT SLOPPY AND OPEN THAT UP.” After each guy had cummed in my shredded ass, Jay stood over me working the toothbrush around in my ass, telling the camera that was the best way to ensure every infection took, to make an ass as raw and tore up as possible, and to repeatedly infect it. Lex and Jay then let me up to hit the pipe again. I could barely stand, but when Jay asked if I wanted more I yelled, ‘PLEASE FUCK ME!!” I was then bent back over the bed as each homeless guy fucked another load number up my ass and I lost all track of time and who was fucking me. I began to reach back and try to grab them to pull them deeper into me as they bred me. I wanted their infected cum, I wanted their black dicks, I was their whore. As the next homeless guy climbed off me, I turned my head to see Lex with the camera angled at my ass as Jay spread my cheeks and said, “THIS IS WHAT ALL YOU WHITE BOTTOMS WANT, BUT YOU’RE JUST AFRAID TO ASK FOR IT. SO SAY IT, SAY YOU WANT TO BE GANG FUCKED LIKE A WHORE, INFECTED AND USED. BE HONEST. IF YOU’RE NOT YOUR BLACK MASTERS WILL TAKE IT!” Griz stood me up as my legs were cramping and I needed the pipe, so he lit it again for me and I once again got lost in the clouds. I heard Jay and Lex arguing a bit with a couple of the homeless guys and then Lex leaned in and kissed me, held my face in his hands and said, “You’ve done so fucking good and my dick is STRAINING to bust up in your wet wet hole. Jay thinks your ass can’t take any more, but I know you can and it would make me really happy if you did. I think you’re a true cum slut and were made for taking all this black dick. I made a promise to these guys – a promise that they could fuck a white whore as much as they wanted as long as they could keep that nutt flowing. Some of them have dried up and gone, but we still got a few men here ready to go and who want to keep giving you’re their dirty loads. What do you want?” I tried to focus my eyes as I looked at Lex, then stepped back away from him, looked at Jay stroking his big dick, Griz wanking on his, and the homeless guys who were left. They were all over 10 inches and some of the dirtiest, but my hole was hungry and I needed more. I looked back at Lex and said, “Turn your camera back on.” The red light of the camera started winking at me, I focused on the lens and as I turned, reached around and guided the closest homeless dick towards to my waiting ass and said, “I offer my hole to my black masters – to poz me and use me as their whore - NOW SLAM FUCK ME!” After a few more rounds, one of the homeless guys had me on my back on the bed. His dick was almost as big as Jay’s and this was the first real chance I had to look at him. The guy had some teeth missing, a mini afro, one eye that was milky looking and had a scar running from it so I think he was blind, and maybe a little older but he had a tight, muscular body with two tats on his upper chest of handguns surrounded by a number of bullets. My legs were pinned up by my shoulders while he took his time stretching my hole open with his dick as he kissed my neck and pressed his sweaty body to mine. I wriggled my arm around and was tracing the bullets while he fucked me, fascinated and oddly attracted to the guy. He stopped kissing my neck, gave me an evil smirk and said in barely a whisper, “Nobody fucks with the King.” He then shuddered, angled into my ass walls, shuddered again, and Griz’s voice said, “Fucking-A man – that’s it, can see that dirty cum being pushed back out. Get the fuck up, here take the camera, I can’t wait anymore and my cubs need out.” The homeless guy grunted as he pushed himself off me and took the camera from Griz who immediately pinned my ankles as far back as they would go as he positioned his massive, engorged dick over my quivering hole, turned his head towards the camera and said, “No pussy should be able clamp tight and try to push your dick out. Hate that shit. It needs to be open, bruised and used just like our white whore is and once you get your whore opened up – it’s the fucking Promised Land!” Griz dropped his entire body onto my hole, slamming his dick balls deep in one thrust. I yelped, Griz pulled all the way out and slammed again. As the video fades to black with the image of Griz drop-fucking me, a message appears for the viewers at home, “WHITE WHORE AVAILABLE FOR USE – NO LOAD REFUSED – TEXT 24/7 TO GET YOUR PIECE NOW.”

Taking a muscle relaxant may not help specifically with your sphincter muscles, although the rest of you will feel relaxed. Making sure you stay limber by doing some light stretches beforehand makes sense - you'll be in several positions, some of them for quite a while if your tops aren't too concerned about your comfort and are concentrating on getting off (which is right and proper, and all you should expect). Or just accept the fact that the first couple of cocks are going to hurt - after you've taken a couple of loads, your hole will be slicked and stretched, and the rest will be easier. It will still be an endurance test, but well worth it.

My first chem sex was when a black boy and a white boy raped me in LA. That was also my first sex with a black man. After my first chem sex rape experience in LA, I stayed away from them for few years. But since I started to party sometimes, I find myself looking back to my first experience more and more. Last time I had sex with a black man, I asked him to slap me really hard til he leaves his hand prints on my face as he was fucking me. Immediately my eyes teared up with pain but once the sharp pain passes through my body, I was getting harder even with the chem. And for some reason the tops cock kept on getting harder and bigger as he slapped me hard as well. So he did more beating me up and I loved it. I thanked him for the pain while my eyes were blurred with tears and had few bruises on my body.