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CHAPTER 6: Cody: Since I’ve been out of the hospital it seems like my sex life revolves around me being a top, and my Dad, who is usually breeding me, is now my own special cumdump. I love him, but I love it when he says he’s my “cumdump” even more. I remember three week ago when he brought me home from the hospital and all this stuff is still floating around in my head, “Holy shit! I’m HIV+! Can’t think about that my lungs still hurt some”, and my Dad so sweet, “Glad you’re finally home baby boy” (kissing me), “I’ve missed you more than you know”, and then more firm and sexual kisses. I love my Dad, I’m in love with my Dad, I need him so bad. My first day back we mostly bummed around house with him keeping an eye on me and hold me close and letting me rest. The next morning I found myself cuddled close to him, the big spoon, and he had reached under his balls back to my cock and was rubbing my precum softly into his crack. I can hear him moaning softly. “Mmmmm”, escapes my mouth and now he knows I like what he’s doing, “Dad … Ahhhhh.” “Yeah boy,” he softly murmured as he rubbed my cock right against his hole; he wanted it. He’s using his hand to guide my bare cock to his hole, moving gently and slowly, and my cock feels like its sprung a major leak of precum wetting his ass; Dad intends for me to go in dry except for my natural lube. We get out of bed, shower and eat all still naked when Dad mentions we’re going to IKEA to get some lamps and a table; it’ll be good for us to get out. I make my two groans about it, with my eyes, but I know once Dad has an idea I his head that’s it -- we’re going. It takes what seems like forever and we’re leaving the store with five boxes and an overly cheerful Dad; he’s been like this all day. We get home, set things down, I’m going through the boxes looking at instructions and trying to read the included parts list and instructions when he grabs me from behind, “I love you, baby boy”, he says softly. I nuzzle my neck back into him and let him do what he wants, I need his cock and cum and I’m long overdue for it. “Dahhhh….”, I barely get out and he’s sucking on my neck. He grabs my hands, putting the parts down and making eye contact, it’s that look that says, “Its time to fuck” without words. We both head to our bedroom and get undressed. We get on the bed, side by side, and Dad is making out with me as if he hasn’t seen me in days… in some ways, I guess he hasn’t, I’ve missed him, too. I think to myself, 'This is where he flips me over and breeds me', but instead he coaxed me onto my back, while still kissing me, and what he did next surprised me: he moved forward so he was sitting just over my cock. I feel my cock head in contact with his hole and he pushes back slightly, “Give it to me boy … fuck your Dad, ahhhh, yeah, knock me up boy.” I push a little harder, but he was tight, still, after he groaned a drawn-out 'gahhhhhhh,” my cock head popped into his ass. “Dad … Dad....” "It's okay, Cod, just relax a second.” We both breathe, my chest against his back and I could smell his sweat, we both wanted this right now. “You want this cock Daddy … this cum?” “Yeah ... Yeah baby boy, want you.” I push in a little further and its slow and rough going but I get about way in before relaxing again. “Ahhhhh… ahhhhh… let me adjust baby boy, … I don’t remember your fuck stick hurting so much when you were neg.” “I’ve mostly been bottoming Dad … and we usually use more lube than my fluids.” “Hahaha… fair enough… just give me a second.” Just as he says that I take two deep breathes and push deeper until he can feel my entire length. "Aahhhhhh boy... Ahhh”, my nuts now against his ass. “I’m all the way in Daddy, …all the way.” “Good boy.” His breathing was labored, but still his ass muscles squeezed my cock. He adamantly wanted my load. “So I guess you’re comfortable with your boy being poz?” “Ha… yeah boy, ‘ave a feeling your Dad is going to be poz very soon, too.” “Guess so… I mean if I cum in you right now, you’ll be poz right?” He squeezes down on my cock more, letting me know what we’re supposed to be doing besides talking, “Yeah boy its definitely possible,… you okay with this? You okay with your poz cum converting your Dad?" "I'm okay with it, Dad. I mean, I know you and Sam were fucking around and he’s poz. I honestly kinda thought you might end up poz before I did, even though Sam fucked me several times too.” “He did?” At this point I had found a comfortable rhythm for fucking Dad. I was using his ass even as we kept talking, the way lovers do. “Yeah I messaged him after I saw him on BBRT and he was up for it. Right before I got sick he even blindfolded me and had a few friends over, he told me they were all poz and that I might ge’….”, Dad froze for a minute, “You ok”, he paused, “Yeah … yeah … fine, go on.” “Well, he had me over, and don’t be mad, he gave me some drugs to help me relax.” “Did they?” “No they just made me hornier … and then after a few minutes he gave me some more and the guys were fucking me and it was really hot Dad … I thought about you the whole time, it felt like you were breeding me, like you were there – I was flying. I think that’s how I got infected, I feel like Sam really wanted that to happen to me." "Aahhhhh… ahhhhh.” Listening to my description of the party I attended with Sam and his buddies excited both of us, and at this point my bare cock was now sliding back and forth in his hole, my stomach making slapping noises against his balls. “Ohhhh fuck that feels good Dad, I want this … I want this.” “Me too, boy.” “You do? You want to be poz too?” “Yeah boy... Yeah I do.” “HOT!” is my only reply. I can feel my orgasm building in my toes and I keep pounding Dad’s ass, I love him, and I want to breed him so much right now, “I want you poz too, Dad … so fucking hot you want it.” “Did you want it Cod?" I can barely speak with my ragged breathe from fucking, “Yeah Dad… yeah, I … I got so hard thinking about one of my fuck buds Adam fucking me … decided I didn’t care anymore.” “HOT!” It was now his turn to reply. “Fuck me boy … fuck your Dad … poz me … poz me.” I keep fucking Dad’s ass, knowing I was getting closer to cumming. “I want … ahhh … ahhh…,: “What … want what?” “I want to cum .. ahhhhhh… I want to cu’… OMG.. OMG… FUCKKKKKKKK FUCKKKKKK AHHHHHHHHHH… OHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Pressing my cock as deep as I could reach into Dad's ass, I held still as my HIV+ cum squirted into his very tight ass. “OHHHHH FUCK… AHHHHHH," he exclaimed as we both moaned in pleasure. “Ahhhhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhhhhhh.. yeah… give it to me.”

Okay, another long build-up...but I think it's worth it! Chapter 6 The first one through the door was Father Scorpion, and he didn’t look pleased. At least he was wearing street clothes, a navy polo, jeans and work boots, and not that dopey robe. He was followed by what looked to be the rest of the frat minus Aaron and Ike. “Prefect, what is this I hear? The Novice hasn’t been continuously bred starting at first light, according to our customs. We must ensure that the conversion takes hold. And you sent one of your Brothers out to buy the newest member something to eat? Explain yourself!” he demanded. I felt Mike tense, and his dick started to soften inside of me. Before he could even take a breath, I fired back at Daddy Scorpio. “Do you mind? Have you ever heard of knocking?!?” Just as it happened during my initiation, the room went silent. Mike gasped, and went completely still. “How dare you address me that way! You aren’t even officially of the brotherhood yet. You will be punished…” “How?” I said contemptuously. All my anger was now directed at him. It wasn’t Mike’s fault, not really, not anyone who’d been infected and somehow imprisoned by this lunatic. “I can make your life very difficult,” he said with heavy emphasis on each word. “Oh, really?” I answered. “Darr, please don’t…” “Don’t shush me, Mike. This is between me and ‘The Father,’” I said making the quote marks around the title audible. I returned to my offensive. “So what are you going to do to me? Drug me, tie me up and have twenty-one guys rape me? Oops, you already did that.” I heard gasps and suppressed laughter from the others; Father Scorpion looked as if he was going to have an apoplexy. “Or maybe you’ll infect me with an incurable illness? Oops, did that too. So what’s left?” “You will obey me,” he snarled. “You aren’t going anywhere, and once the infection takes hold, I’ll be holding the keys to the medicine that will keep you alive.” “What are you talking about? I’m covered by my parent’s health insurance, I don’t need you,” I said, putting every ounce of contempt I could muster in the last word. He laughed. “What will you tell your parents? That you’re gay and infected with HIV?” “Yeah. They know I’m gay. And I’ll tell them the whole story.” “It’ll be your word against mine,” the Father said ominously. “There will be no proof, and none of my loyal sons will step forward and corroborate your version of events. In fact, they’ll all say how you threw yourself at Mike, even though he tried to discourage you.” “I’m up for it if you are. By the way, my dad is a top litigation partner in one of the largest law firms in the country. Even if there’s not enough evidence for a criminal case, he’ll sue the pants off you and this university. And don’t be so sure that no one else will back me up.” His eyes widened at that one. “And you can’t have me expelled from your little club or the university, because I know too much. So here’s the deal, Daddy Scorpio. I have nothing left to lose, and I have you to thank for it. Back off, old man, before I pull the plug on you.” The Father was clearly seething. “You will pay for this.” “Yeah, right. ‘Begone before someone drops a house on you!’” He turned a stalked out of the room; a few of the guys who’d come with him followed, the rest stayed, looking shocked. “Where did that come from?” Mike asked, incredulous. “What do you mean?” “No one has ever spoken to him like that,” said Aiden, one of the Acolytes. “Why not? What is it? Can’t you all see he’s nothing but a pathetic, petty little tyrant?” “He does give us the meds, Darr,” said Mike. Something wasn’t making sense to me. “He’s not the only one who has access.” “Yeah, but not all of us are the children of highly-paid professionals. Some depend on scholarships and work study programs to get by. It’s hard to pay for expensive prescriptions on top of everything else. And some of us,” he gulped, “can’t tell our families. My dad and mom would go ballistic. My entire family is born-again Christians. On both sides.” I was finally beginning to understand The Father’s hold on these guys. “He withholds the meds as punishment, and has us take a drug holiday every year when new freshman are pledging so that our viral loads go up and we can pass along the virus more easily,” Mike finished. I was suddenly afraid, not for myself, but for the others who were vulnerable in ways I hadn’t even considered. He couldn’t do much to me, really, but what if he hurt someone…like Mike. What have I done? His erection had completely subsided, and his dick slipped out of me. I felt the emptiness keenly. “We need to have a meeting,” Mike said, and started to pull on his clothes. “I’m sorry, Mike. I didn’t know,” I said, pleading with him. “Yeah, I know,” he said with a grimace. He grinned weakly. “It was great to watch you in action.” He started for the door, then stopped and said, “Someone has to stay here with him. I wouldn’t put it past The Father to arrange a convenient accident.” “When are you coming back?” I said, anguished at the worry I’d caused. He gave me another ghostly grin. “Can’t stand to be away from me for a minute? I’ll be back. Carlos, lock the door and stay with him. You can use those biceps for something other than hoisting barbells or passing a football. I’ll fill you in later.” Everyone filed out after him, except Carlos, who locked the door as Mike had ordered. I recognized him as the Latino guy with the huge dick and lousy hygiene. There was an awkward silence. “Hey, man, you were great,” Carlos said. “Thanks,” I answered glumly. “I didn’t mean to make everybody’s life harder.” He sat next to me, and took my hand. “Don’t back down. I been here four years, the same as Mike, and I’ve never seen The Father like that. I think you shook him up pretty bad.” “Mike?” “No, The Father.” “Does he have an actual name? Who is this guy?” “Ron Zetcher. He’s the football coach, but he’s got his fingers in everything here. A lot of us are on football scholarships, and the team is the main thing here. It’s all tied up with fundraising for the University, so he ends up with a lot of clout.” There was a tap at the door. Carlos stood, moving to shield me from a possible threat. “Who is it?” he asked suspiciously. “Aaron. I’ve got Darren’s food.” I hadn’t realized how tense I was until I heard a friendly voice. Carlos unlocked the door. “Honey, what did you do!!?” Aaron exclaimed as he handed me a bag with the food I’d asked for. Too bad I wasn’t hungry anymore. “Everyone said you scared off The Father.” “Yeah, I guess I did.” Aaron laughed, “I’m sorry I missed it. You have to give me your version later, I better get back downstairs.” He turned to leave, and then said over his shoulder, “And Carlos, behave yourself.” Carlos grinned, and re-locked the door. “You should eat,” he said. “I’m not hungry.” “Yeah, but you were cleaned out completely while you were under, so we could all fuck you. You gotta replenish yourself, guy, or you’ll get sick.” “I’m already sick, remember?” And then it all hit me. I was more or less imprisoned here, and had likely made things impossible for the guy I was hoping would get me out in time to get the medicine that would save me. I started to cry. “Hey, hey, hey,” Carlos said, sitting next to me again, and hugging me. “It’s gonna be all right, you’ll see. Between you and Mike and everybody else, I know we’ll figure out something.” “I’m so scared,” I sniffled into his tight, clingy t-shirt. “What’s going to happen to me? How is it having HIV, is it really hard?” “It’s not the greatest thing, but you get used to it. The meds they got will take care of it. And you’re strong, you’ll be okay.” I gave a last few sniffles. “Is there any tissue? I don’t want to use your shirt as a handkerchief.” He looked around, found a box of Kleenex in the closet, and handed it to me. I dried my eyes, and lay back down. “Oh, baby, don’t look like that,” Carlos said, stretching out next to me, kissing me on the forehead and putting a beefy arm across me, propping himself on his elbow. “Look like what?” “Like your life is over. There’s great things about being poz. You can relax and have sex without worrying about it anymore. I mean, you could still pick up the clap or something, but if you go with the right guys, ones who take care of themselves, it’s great.” I was suddenly aware of his body, the way the t-shirt clung to his shoulders and chest, the warmth that radiated off of him. Our eyes met, and my lips felt dry, so I licked them. “I think I’m hungry now,” I said. He grinned wolfishly. “Me, too,” and lowered his head and kissed me on the mouth. I found myself helpless to do anything but kiss him back. The bitch in heat thing was still with me in force. He shifted to lie on top of me, with nothing but his soft, skin-tight t-shirt, loose linen drawstring pants and the sheet between us. I could feel his monstrous dick starting to stir as he intensified the kiss. “Oh, baby,” he said, and started kissing my neck. “I’m so sorry about last night. We were trying to make it look like we weren’t with Mike.” I gasped and shivered, but still asked “Why?” Carlos pulled away and smiled down at me. “We were planning a coup, gonna take over the frat. Looks like you jumpstarted it. But forget that now. I want to show it’s not just my buddy Miguelito who knows how to make love. We Latins are the best.” I mustered a weak smile. “Didn’t Aaron say to behave?” “Ah, forget him,” he said, and went back to kissing my neck and shoulders, pinning me in place with his heavy, muscular body. I twisted and writhed under him. He certainly knew how to zero in on my hotspots. “You are a fidgety little thing,” he said, teasing me. “Hold still,” and then he went back to kissing my neck, and followed my jaw line to my left ear. He began to lick my ear, and then closed his mouth over it and used his lips along with his tongue. I groaned, and felt him push my legs apart…or did I open them, and push closer to him? I wasn’t sure who was doing what to whom anymore. “Yeah, baby, this is what you need, a man to make love to you. Don’t worry about anything, you’ll be safe as long as I’m around. I won’t let anybody hurt you,” he whispered, and then switched to kissing and licking the right ear. “Carlos, oh, God…” “What, baby?” It tore out of me. “Fuck me again. I want your hot poz cum inside of me, I want that monster dick of yours to rip me to pieces.” “My plan exactly,” he said, and kissed me on the mouth. My arms were around his neck; his skin was completely smooth and soft underneath my fingers. I worked my arms down his back, and felt his butt which was just as muscular as the rest of him. “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s it. Play with my butt.” He began to rub against me, and I could feel his hardening dick against my own. “It really turns me on.” We kissed for a little longer, and then he was pinning my arms to the bed, and rising to his knees above me. He pulled off his t-shirt, and I must have goggled at his bulging pecs and arms, along with his perfectly flat gut. And his body was hairless; somehow I hadn’t noticed during the initiation. He looked down, smiled and then flexed for me. “Like my body?” “It’s a work of art,” I said, trying to sit up. “Just lay back, baby. Follow my lead.” He moved forward, and pressed his crotch against my face. “Sniff out that crotch, boy. Yeah, that’s it. I got all showered and cleaned up just for you,” he said, pulling my head against his hardening dick, trapped by his underwear. “Inhale, let me hear it.” I did as he asked, feeling extremely excited by his easy, natural dominance. “Yeah, now kiss it for me. Kiss my cock, oh, baby, go for the balls, that’s it.” I was under him, my head between his thighs; His scent was strong and clean, like freshly cut wood. Wood being the operative word. Then he was turning around to push his butt in my face. He had a huge body-builder’s butt, one that could rival Rafael Nadal’s justly famous backside. “Yeah, bury your face in my ass, boy. Worship that man’s butt, get your nose right in the crack.” I did as he asked. “Oh,” he groaned, “that feels so good. Now kiss it. Let me hear you kiss it.” He was pulling down his thin linen pants to reveal a pair of tighty whities that stretched over his muscular ass, and then pushed his ass crack back over my nose. “Like that, baby? How’s it smell? That’s how a man’s ass should smell. Kiss it for me. Lick it, let me feel your tongue in my crack.” I had never been so turned on by anyone outside of Mike. With him, it was more…gentle, less frantic. But for now I was completely caught up in this moment, servicing this hot muscle hunk. Carlos pulled down his underwear, now completely naked. He slowly spread his ass cheeks so I could see his ass hole. “You know what I want. First you sniff it,” I did as he said and he pushed hard against me; I could feel precum leaking off his dick onto my chest. “Now kiss it…yeah, just like that, little kisses…don’t stop till I say so.” He moaned with pleasure. “Lick it, eat it, taste your man.” His dick was now dribbling continuously, and he turned around and brought his dick to my lips. “Just kiss it, don’t suck, or I’ll cum, and I want to save it for that sweet little ass of yours.” I delicately applied my lips to the front of his massive meat; I couldn’t have gotten it in my mouth anyway. My jaws weren’t double-jointed. I began to slip my tongue between my lips as I kissed his swollen shaft, and his hips bucked. “Gotta do it now, gotta fuck you hard.” He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pushed against my still-lubed ass, slipping in without too much trouble. He pressed my thighs to my chest, kissed me feverishly. I was completely pinned in place, unable to move, and not really wanting to. “I love fucking an ass that’s full of cum,” he said as he began to pump in and out. “And I can taste my ass on your lips, smell it on your face. It gets me really hot,” he said in a low voice. He was hitting my hotspot with his huge dick, massaging it with each powerful thrust. He was so big and thick, the pressure was constant, and my dick began to leak precum. “Yeah, you like it baby, don’t you, you like being used by a man. And your sweet little butt was made just for my big Latino cock to fuck.” “No,” I gasped, “your big cock was made for my butt,” and I pushed my hips towards him as he hammered his dick into me, and I reached around to toy with his big balls, tickling right where his ball sac met his body, and down at the bottom, right on his testicles. I could feel him losing control at that light touch. “Here it comes,” he said panting, his thrusts going wild, his balls slapping against me. “Cum with me, shoot your load while I fill you with my dirty leche,” he said. That was it for both of us. I began to shoot another load – it was like I was always ready to go now. Carlos had pushed his entire dick inside me, his back arched, and he was groaning and speaking in Spanish, thrusting against me as his balls emptied inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, and kissed me deeply. “You are one hot little piece,” he said. “Miguelito is a lucky son of a bitch.” I could only wonder if Mike would agree with him. Glad to help relieve your...tensions!

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…

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.

I hadn't really planned on this, but I thought everyone would enjoy more of Carlos and Darren... ________________________ Chapter 7 “Okay, open up the hangar, the jet in coming in for a landing,” said Carlos in a sing-song voice. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I was sitting with him wrapped around me on the bed, and he was trying to get me to eat my bagel. “You gotta eat something, sweetie. You’ll feel better if you do, trust me.” I heaved another sigh and grudgingly opened my mouth and took a bite out of the bagel. The minute the combined smoky taste of the salmon mixed with the slightly tart flavor of the cream cheese and the silky texture hit my tongue, I was ravenous. I chewed and swallowed. “Okay, you win. I’m hungry, I’ll eat.” “Good boy,” he said, and held up the bagel to my mouth. I reached for it, and he snatched it away, holding it above his head out of my reach. “Hey!” I said. “Let me feed you,” he murmured against my ear. “I feel silly.” “Good, you need to relax and let me take care of everything, okay? And I think it’s fun to feed you the way I do my nephews back home.” “Where is home?” I asked after I’d taken another bite of bagel, chewed and swallowed. “Argentina,” he said with a thoroughly authentic accent. “I was born in the USA, so I’m a citizen. My dad’s job brought him here for a year, just before Mom was set to deliver. I ended up living here most of my life, but I go back and visit a lot.” I reached for the orange juice, but he easily pinned my arm to my side, picked it up, and held the straw to my lips. “Suck,” he said, and I could feel his dick jump against me. I took a sip, and then he said “And if you’re a real good boy and finish all your breakfast, then I’ll give you some lechada de semen for dessert.” “Ha-ha,” I said. Carlos nuzzled the side of my neck. “You know Spanish?” “I’ve picked up a word or two growing up, and you used a version of one of them.” “Where are you from?” “New York.” “What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere? New York would be an awesome place to live, and there are so many schools to choose from.” “My parents wanted me to go someplace safer, so they wouldn’t have to worry about me. That worked out really well, didn’t it?” Carlos was silent, and then kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry.” “I’ll enjoy saying ‘I told you so’ to them.” He laughed and gave me a hug. “Okay, gotta finish your juice, your sandwich and all the coffee.” It was comforting to be with Carlos, to have him petting and pampering me. Oh well, if Mike decided he didn’t want me as his “consort” anymore, Carlos would probably be happy to be with me. My eyes stung; it was fortunate that I wasn’t facing Carlos. I liked him, but it just wasn’t the same as it was with Mike. What was I going to do? The situation was insane. Mike had been the one to seduce me, get my guard down and deliver me to that beastly initiation last night. And here I was, pining for him, wishing that he was feeding me breakfast and making bad puns about milk and semen and food. When I’d finished the rest of my breakfast (Carlos insisted on feeding me every bit) he said, “Okay, buen chico, it’s time for dessert.” He shifted so that my back was to him and wrapped his legs around and arms around me, and started planting soft little kisses on the side of my neck. I leaned back into him so that he had better access to the sensitive skin, and shivered and squirmed a little at the gentle, teasing touch of his lips. “You’re fidgeting again,” he whispered, and tightened his hold on me. He was starting to sprout a hard-on – I could feel it against my lower back. “It gets me really hard when you do that, and you make those little noises in your throat.” I twisted around to look at him. “What little noises?” He grinned at me. “Hot, you’re so into it you don’t even realize what you sound like.” He demonstrated some little gasps and moans. “Ugh, how embarrassing,” I said. “It’s cute. Like you.” He kissed my shoulder. “You have the softest skin. And you’re just the right size, you feel so good in my arms, baby. Let me make love to you again. It’ll cheer you up.” I froze. “What makes you think I need cheering up?” “I know you’re upset. It’s a lot to take in all at once.” Underneath the macho posturing and slightly goofy sense of humor, Carlos was a sensitive, perceptive romantic. If I hadn’t met Mike, I would have been thrilled to be with him. “You think too much,” he breathed against my ear. “Stop thinking and just feel…” He turned my head and touched his lips to mine. It was an awkward angle, but it made my heart skip a beat. He eased me back over one of his massive thighs, and soon was on top of me, without having ever broken the kiss. His tongue pushed through my lips, tasting, savoring, then plundering with a suggestive in and out motion. I was aware of the little noises I was making this time in response to his kisses. Soon it started to heat up between us as we kissed more and more deeply, our tongues doing a sensual duel. He broke it off to kiss my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, then worked his way down to my chest and lazily tongued my nipples. The sound I made wasn’t so quiet that time, and he didn’t let up, stoking the fire that burned between us. He kept going down my torso, nuzzled and kissed my dick – a surprise given how dominating he was in our earlier foreplay – and kept going downwards until his lips reached the tender skin between my legs, and his tongue touched my asshole. I moaned loudly, and he was pulling my legs over his shoulders and lapping at the sensitive flesh that had been used so roughly the night before. “I’m going to kiss it all better,” he said, and I snorted with laughter. He finally put me down, straddled my face and put his huge dick against my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage, but could only just accommodate the head. “Don’t try, baby. No one can get my cock in their mouth. My dad and brothers are all the same, big fucking cocks run in my family. Just kiss it like you did before, with that little bit of tongue. That felt awesome, no one else has ever done that.” I immediately complied, kissing the enormous shaft up and down on the front and the sides, flicked my tongue in over his balls, and started to work my way back up. He held my head in place, and said in a low, sexy, growl “Go back the other way. And don’t stop at my balls.” I did as he said, feeling aroused by the way he delivered his order. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. “Keep going, baby.” My head was between his thighs, and I licked him from balls to ass, stopping just short of putting my tongue in the crack just to drive him wild. He tightened his thighs, and moved his butt forward, brushing it over my mouth to press it against my nose. “For being such a tease, you have to sniff my ass again.” I inhaled loudly, and he pressed his butt against my face harder. “You would have had your face in my ass whatever you did,” he said in that same low, sexy commanding voice. “I like to put my ass in my boy’s face because my ass is important when I fuck you. It does all the work of pushing my big, fat polla into your tight, little hole so I can plant my seed deep in you. When I’m fucking you, I want you to have the taste and smell of my butt on your lips and nose, so you can imagine how my ass goes up and down, and how the muscles flex to get it all the way inside of you. Kiss it baby, obey me, show me you love doing what I tell you. And use that little bit of tongue like you did on my dick and balls.” I did exactly as he demanded, and as unimaginable as it might seem my own ass was aching for his penetration, to have everything else erased and obliterated, even if only for a little while. He moved back and blanketed me with his body again, and kissed and licked my lips, and then, playfully, my nose. “Mmm, you taste good, like me. This time on your stomach,” he said and raised himself off of me so I could roll over. As soon as I did, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass crack, and he rubbed against me a little, pinning me down again, lacing his fingers through mine and kissing the back of my neck. “Sweet,” he hissed against my ear. “I love how your ass cheeks press against my dick. And I want to feel them up against the root of my cock while I make love to you.” I could feel the head of his dick probing the sensitive portal to my body, and just that touch made me arch my butt up against him, giving him a better angle to make his entry. He grabbed one of the pillows, and put it under me so I could relax as he pushed in. “Plenty of juice still in there,” he said as he slowly pushed in. “Oh, mi amor, you have an ass like velvet. It’s squeezes so tight, but still sweet. And those pretty little ass cheeks open so nicely for me.” He was now completely inside me; I could feel him pressed close and tight against me. He pushed himself up. “I want to watch my dick go in and out of your hole,” he said, and he began to thrust more deeply. “It looks beautiful, the way you open up and hug me close at the same time.” I pushed back against him, wanting to be as close as possible. And that seemed to galvanize him. He lay back down, twined his fingers through mine and started to fuck me for real; no more slow sweet strokes, just pure animal lust, his breathing getting heavier, the rhythmic slap of his skin against mine, and the feeling of his dick pummeling my insides, each stroke bringing both of us closer to climax. “Ah,” he said, the sound exploding from him on a gasp as his thrusts went even faster. “Here it is, take my toxic load…” and he rammed into me with an inarticulate shout. His dirty talk and the word "toxic" drove me wild. I came in buckets onto the pillow underneath me while he buried his dick inside of me. I could feel his cock pulse and flex as we shuddered with the force of mutual orgasm. We finally started to come down from the intense high, and he just lay atop me, his body heavy and warm, like a living, breathing blanket. He kissed the back of my neck languidly, then the side of my face. I turned my head, and we managed to brush our lips together. “You are amazing. If Miguelito is too dumb to know how special you are, that’s his loss. I’d love for you to be mine.” I smiled, and squeezed my sphincter, enjoying is little gasp of pleasure. My eyelids felt heavy, and I relaxed in a way I hadn't since the night before. In spite of the large glass of iced coffee I’d drunk, I felt myself pulled down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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...

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.

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You've got to learn to shut off the negative thoughts that are racing in your mind when you're on your way to a hookup. It's natural to be a little nervous, but not if it's stopping you from doing what you want to do. The trick is, once you've arranged to meet and are on your way to his place, to recognize when those thoughts are arising and push them out of your mind. Don't think about them, just shut them out. Work, family? Nope, bye-bye. It takes practice to do this, but it works. Once you have his cock in your mouth and hands, then you are good to go.

You don't HAVE to do ANYTHING!Everyone grows into their personal sexuality at their own rate,its NOT a competitive event.There is a significant stage of development where you are into porn and fantasize and jack off a LOT.BE there.DO that.Sooner or later the situation and right guy will enter your life and seduction may be a matter of minutes,or days....maybe weeks.The point is don't be so hard on yourself,at 22.If I were in your shoes(GOD would I LOVE to be 22 again!)I might lookup gay outreach programs at your local community or college.Develop some relationships with gay men that are not yet overtly sexual,you will meet someone who will be just what you want,and you will be just what they need.Patience,and think of pornshop hookups are like fast food,they may keep you from starving but probably not a real good thing as a steady diet.

Me 5’8 hairy fairly fit and a few tribal tattoos and ok looking My house has a well and the pump went recently Called the well people since a normal plumber isn’t any good for the job Said they would be round and had to take time off on the day they stated. Along came the van and two guys got out. One in his late 50s or so and gone to seed Other was big and built like an ox late 30s, inked and hairy. They where pleasent and seemed ok, asked about the issue and went to work. Was caught a number of times checking the brute out. Then the brute had to use the toilet while to older bloke got to work. Fortunately id forgotten about the porn mag in the loo for reading on the job. Heard him pissing a storm and then stop but he didn’t come out, then he called me to the toilet and as i opened the door he was standing trousers down and hard cock. Big about 7 thick. Told me to get sucking faggot and got straight to me knees. After a few minutes he pulled me off his cock and dragged me to the bed room, threw down on the bed and cloths pulled off. Got flipped over and he gobbed in my hole and spat on his cock Drove balls deep and made me yell as he went straight to fucking my ass. Dropped his load, dragged himself off the bed and went back outside leaving a massive bit mark on my neck as he blew his load deep

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.”

Last year I was in Munich. Went out drinking with some mates and got horny. Went back to the hotel, got cleaned and went to the local bathhouse. Something must have been in my drinks, because I went crazy. While I don't remember most of it, I just have flashbacks of the following: - Being spitroasted by two old guys in some relaxation room - Getting fucked in the sling by some guys - Sucking of guys in the steamroom and them covering my face in cum - Fisting a guy in the sling - getting fisted in the sling - sitting in the bathroom working as a pissoir. - Getting home and getting pounded by someone in my hotel bed at 6am in the morning My hole was bleeding and sore the next day and I was wrecked. Does this sound familiar to anyone? Anyone ever experienced something similar?

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

This is a true story: On 1/28/16 I was diagnosed as being POZ , the news hit my BF and I hard as he too tested POZ. Over the last year we had been doing a lot of PNP and had not been taking our meds the way we should have, so we have no one to blame but our selves. I'm not going to hide what my status is so on groups like this and others I listed I was now POZ. With in hours I started to get emails asking me to give them the gift of becoming POZ. This one person kept hounding us to no end , so my BF and l went to a local Starbucks to meet him and try to talk him out of this for 3 hours, as he kept saying either we POZ him or he will find someone else. All the wile my dick is getting harder and harder just thinking of doing this, before he leaves we tell him to do a very deep clean out like you are going to be fisted. Later I ask my BF how he felt about doing this and he said if he could bend him over the table and dry fuck right in Starbucks. We call him back and said we will do it as we have friend who place we can use. As we ride over to Brooklyn our dick are raging hard and can't wait to start. We told the one we are about to POZ that we are bring over some friends to witness this and he agrees. Once we get there we ask him for the last time about taking our toxic loads that could make him POZ , all he says is he wants it. He is on the bed and I take out a dildo get him on all fours, I spit on his pink hole and start to work it in his so to be wreck hole. The only lube we will use is our toxic spit. As we both have a PA this might help as I lost the coin flip as to who is to be first. My BF is not going to be gentle as this is not love but to do all we can to bury our toxic seed in his ( We hope ) in his former neg hole and he gets his wish of being POZZED for life. I get sloppy seconds but it's ok as his hole is now well lube hole with my BF cum. I'm really getting off as the people watching are calling him a pig and he is getting off as they are also using him as a urinal when they have to piss. We even have him clean off our dicks after we shoot our loads in his hole. By the time we are finished the BF and I dump 4 loads each in his hole and after we are finished we shove a large butt plug in his hole and tell him to not take it out for 8 hours and give us a call about what comes out. Then we kick him out and the real party starts as we now become the cum dumps for thous who witness this.

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.

I went to the local cruise area last night, but, because of the crappy weather, there didn't seem to be very many guys around. I was on my way out when I passed a car on the way in so I did a u-turn and went back. I wasn’t interested in wasting any more time so I parked next to the other car, lowered my car's front passenger window, got out of my car, walked around to the passenger window, dropped my trackies, and, with my hairy ass pointed in the direction of his car, offered myself, leaning in through my car window. As I stood there, I took a sniff poppers waiting to see if he would take the bait. Then I heard a car door open and close, and, as I heard him walk over, I lubed my hole. As I hoped, his rough hands explored my ass and fingers were in my hole within seconds. I loved his direct, rough use. I took another snort of poppers and offered him some over my shoulder. He took a good hit and roughly continued to work my hole. I retrieved the poppers from him and went took several more sniffs, and really loved it when he placed his knob against my hole and shoved in. He had a fucking thick and big knob, but thankfully wasn't built too long, so I could accommodate him. He fucked me hard and rough and after a few minutes blew his load deeply, pulled out and drove off. I got exactly what I wanted, and best of all, never learned what he looked like.

I had an hour to waste today so went cruising as the weather was great and i thought it would be busy. I pulled up and there was a few cars with old guys in. I turned on grinder and spotted a 22 year old very close by. I messaged him and he told me he was parked 100m around the corner. I walk over he was sat with the window open smoking. He looked nervous so i just asked if he wanted to come for a walk with me. He said yeah and grinned. I walked him down into the trees feeling his firm arse as we walked. Once in the trees i pulled down my joggers and pushed him to his knees. He sucked me for a few minutes before pulling out a condom and lube and half bent against a tree. I lubed his tight hole and pulled on the condom knowing it would not be on for long. Then a guy in his mid 30s walked over rubbing his bulge. He pulled out his sizeable dick from his paint splattered jeans. Guessing he was a painter. He offered it to my lad to suck. I slipped into the lad and gave him a few seconds to get use to it then as he started gagging on the painter dick i pulled out and slipped off the condom. Slipping back into him i fucked the lad hard forcing him onto the painters cock making him gag making his cunt grip on cock. Went like this for a while then i buried my cock deep and unloaded my poz cum into the lad. I gave the lad a slap on the arse and left him. As i walked off the painter was pulling on a condom. I thought to myself he won't need lube.

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I love springtime. The sun shines, the air is warm, and all the women in town seem to be pregnant. Everywhere I go, all I see is preggos and new mommies. This means only one thing to me: horny-as-fuck new or soon-to-be fathers. I've been getting so much married/attached straight guy dick lately, it's insane! I try and not post on craigslist too frequently, but when I do the goal is to get as many loads as possible then hopefully make many of the tops regulars, if possible. The past two months have been filled with so much bareback sex, and always with guys on the dl. Most of them don't even bring up condoms when I say I want their cock and cum in my ass and then the rest agree to go bare because I'm neg (true) and don't do this hardly at all (so not true!) My married hookups are split between about 50/50 host/travel so only about 4 of my regulars actively fuck me in the bed they share with their wives/gfs but it's so fucking hot. Nothing is hotter than texting some young, married father "here" and going in a wrecked house full of toys, clothes, and dishes that the kids and wife were running around in just a few minutes before and hurrying to the messy master bedroom. Married daddy shoves the mixed dirty/clean laundry to the floor and pulls his hastily showered dick out of the top of his basketball shorts. He's tired and distracted but as soon and my lips meet his neglected dick it's almost pathetic how hard he gets and how fast. Why won't these women satisfy their men!? I pull down his shorts and run my hands over his back, ass, and calves. He grunts in pleasure because it's been so long since anyone even touched him and my light massage is much appreciated. We'd like to take our time but we know it's entirely possible the woman will return for something forgotten so we get to why I'm here. I take off my shorts but keep on my hoodie. He tongues my hole for a few seconds before spitting on his dick and penetrating me with force. I buck from the shock but don't tell him to slow down because time is so, so limited. My ass is freshly cleaned so it's nice and wet in there and quickly we're at a deep, fast rhythm. His balls are hitting my balls and his thighs are slapping my ass - I can see us in the full-length closet mirror that's surrounded with pinned artwork and sticky notes about dentist appointments and I fucking cum so hard because of how utterly slutty and depraved this is. He doesn't last long because it's been ages since he nutted and when he does I can feel it spurting in me, seemingly by the quart. His moan is almost a cry because it's so intense and his legs start trembling. He wants to dismount but I'm milking his spewing cock with my hole, clenching and draining every last drop. That's something the missus would never do and he collapses on top of me from the intensity. For what feels like forever we're in that perfect 'dickmatized' state: his still hard dick in my warm, open, clenching hole, both not talking and just continuing to rut again each other because it feel so damn good. This ends far too soon and I slip on my shorts as he leads me out through the garage with the promise of a repeat encounter. And I know he'll be texting me again. I have a lot of regular breeder tops and this is only one of the dirty and awesome experiences I've had. They are so desperate for a warm hole to nut in that they'll fuck you in their homes or within minutes of meeting the wife and kids at Ruby Tuesday. Thank god for married guys on the dl!

Yes, just be careful who you play with, and if possible try getting on PrEP - I did that and now I feel totally free !!

So yesterday was at the office, and the crave was taking over, had to head over to a local buddy who i knew loves to breed, and he told me he is now poz, i snuck out of my office right then and took his toxic load deep in my ass

Hands-Free Orgasm It happened again (finally). I met a guy on BBRT last night. He came over and gave me a great massage, then we made out while he worked my hole with his fingers and mouth for half an hour. He was very much in charge and kept everything moving very slowly. When he finally penetrated me with his very thick 9" black cock, there was no pain or resistance, pure pleasure! He gently rocked back and forth for another 20 minutes as we kissed and lightly licked and fingered each others nipples. He then stood and put my feet around his neck (my dick rock hard and between my legs and his chest--- lightly touching his chest as he moved in and out of me) -- about 2 minutes later I felt the orgasm building and I couldn't believe it (had only happened once before with another black stud with 10") . The next thing I knew, I started spewing cum all over both of us. He laughed out loud and began plowing me hard and deep so that he began breeding me by the time I'd shot 8 or more ropes of cum. 12 hours later, I'm still completely satisfied! Definitely something about those big dicked men who know how to work a man's hole!

very interested. especially older white bottoms!

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

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.

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

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

http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/dark-room-breeding-28202521 Met my bud for a walk-in after he told me he had gotten some test results. He told me to come over, take his loads and then he'd tell me what he was giving me. Video didn't capture much but I still jack off to the audio.

i will be there breeding a lot of raw ass. hit me up.

I want my dominant father figure to hold me down and force my hole full want him to give me what i need and tell me he's doing it for my own good and OUR own good as i'm his little boy to own, he can do as he wishes... i'll never stop loving the addictive enjoyment of a dominant surprise rape full of cum my boyfriends are always excellent at it

Please give us another chapter....

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

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

I think it would be cool if Martin gets pozzed but tells Nick they were just kidding him and didn't actually fuck. Then they get back together and then Martin pozzes Nick..

I went to Steam Works in Vancouver this morning where I met a guy who wanted to fuck me bare. He also asked if I minded if his friend joined us. I didn't mind. His friend was so fucking hot. The two of them fucked me for just over two hours, and the friend bred me twice, warning he had big loads. He wasn't kidding: his cum has been oozing outta me all day. If he had more time I'm pretty sure he could have gone for round three. The guy kept asking me how it was that his friend was going to breed me, make me pregnant. I found the use of the word 'pregnant' interesting. Of course, the subject of status never came up. Both guys were high on something but I didn't care: they stayed hard and I got what I needed - an ass full of unknown cum. P.S. I'm not sure what this will do to my body but I was just informed one of the guys who recently fucked me is poz, had only recently converted and was not on meds. Guess I got a recharge. Was that why I was feeling so tired, night sweats, etc?

CHAPTER 3: (6 Weeks before Chapter 2) Jake: I was in my car driving to the testing center to see Chris, and I thought 'I’m a horned as fuck 19 year old, I’m HIV+ and I need to breed some neg hole right now'. I had only recently tested poz after a sexual encounter with one of my poz fuck buds and a few of his friends. I knew what I was getting into as he had told me “Everyone here is HIV+ but you." When I thought about Sam, and how much he enjoyed fucking neg guys and knocking them up, my precum flowed fast and furious. As far back as I can recall, I’ve always been a bit versatile, but I purposely bottomed more often than topped, but my sense is that would change now that I had converted. Maybe I chased, maybe I didn’t, but after testing poz I felt a real urge to share the bug, following Sam's example. When I got the news from my doctor, I got hard and, within a week, had fucked and bred two guys I knew from college. In addition, when Sam held a conversion party for my friend Mark’s son Cody, I was fairly sure my virus would be the one that converted the guy. To be sure though, I got his number and hooked up with him a couple of days ago, literally making him beg me for poz cum. I gave him two big loads, and assuming I’m around when he does test poz, I’m going to remind him he begged me to do it. I pulled into the testing center and I could feel my cock, wet with precum; one way or the other, Chris was going to get some of my poz boy seed that very day. Entering the center, I asked the clerk "Is Chris here? I need to get tested.” Looking up from his computer, the guy answered "Yeah, sign in. He’s here. Or can I or someone else help you?” “I’d really prefer to see Chris, I feel more comfortable with him.” The clerk smiled and replied “Your choice. Have a seat. We’ll call your number when he’s available." “Thanks.” There weren't many people in the waiting room, and I took a seat across the aisle from a hot looking Daddy-type. He had enough gray to be sexy, a few tattoos, a goatee and a nice looking build, but he wasn't what I’d call overly muscular. In short, he was very much my type. With a little chit chat, I learned the Daddy’s name was 'Bill', he was 51, and was at the center to get tested, and that he was (quite surprisingly), a bottom. “I’m probably neg, but I mostly bareback, so I test”, he remarked. I replied with a smile, giving him my most charming smile and slipped it into the conversation that I was a top, and that I also preferred to bareback, casually mentioning "In fact, I pretty much only bareback." “Nice,” he replied, making definite eye contact. “Can I get your number?" We exchanged contact information just before Bill’s waiting room number was called. “See ya later,” I said, thinking as I grinned 'Oh, fuck yeah. I’m gonna get a piece of that ass, which immediately led me to wonder if Bill was still neg. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris: I was in exam room 4 at the testing center, and found the announcement that my brother was paying me a visit a bit odd as I knew, as he was on PrEP, he was tested every three months. “Hey Tyler, … don’t suppose you’re here to get tested?” He just looked at me with that adorable face of his and shook his head 'no'. Moving closer to the bench on which he was seated, I took his hand, motioned for him to stand, and gave him a warm, brotherly hug, holding him very close, but still looking in his eyes, I gave him my best cautious and concerned smile asking “I know you don’t need a reason to visit … but, tell me what’s going on?” “I’m don’t know … I’m just frustrated, … Jeremy and I are having problems and I …. I don’t know.” “It’s okay, baby brother,” I murmured, pulling him closer, massaging his neck and back. He felt so good pressed against my body this way. Then I realize my cock is getting hard from holding my baby brother. I pull back slightly unsure if he can feel the protrusion in my khakis. “This isn’t really the best place for us to talk Ty, why don’t you come by my place after I get off work and you can tell me everything.” Ty was visibly upset, but nodded in agreement. “Thanks… yeah, I can do that." The control panel lights told me I was needed in the reception room, so I stood, explaining “I need to go help someone else. You sure you going to be okay?” He nodded in reply. “Okay, take your time, I hug him again, “and let Nick or whoever is upfront know you’re done in room four when you leave. Okay?" “Yeah, sure. Oh, hey, what time tonight?” “I get off at 5:30, so anytime after 6:00 or so." "Cool." I get to the front and Nick hands me a waiting list number, “327”, I call out. A cute guy I’ve seen many times before stands up and heads toward with a knowing smile, “Hey Chris!”, I look at him oddly but return his smile, “Room 7.” Following me, I led him down the hall. Now, Room 7 is our corner room at the end of the exam hallway. I’m not sure about Nick or the other guys, but I like this one because it’s a little more private than the rest and I've used it several times, particularly if I think there’s a possibility I can get some action. “Here we go”, I follow him in and shut door pressing the lock at the same time so it’s not too obvious I’m locking the door. “Nice to meet you”, I pause, glancing for his name. “Jake … I’m Jake … I mean … You helped me when I was here before.”, he pauses and says matter-of-factly, “I need to get tested again for HIV.” I smiled reassuringly saying “Okay, sure. That's what we do here. You do look familiar. How long ago did you test? Did I help you?” “Uhhhmm … ‘bout two months ago, I guess. Yeah you helped me … more than once,” giving me a huge smile. “Ahhhh okay, did we test in this room?” I’m didn't really remember us having sex but I needed to find out how far down the rabbit hole goes. “No ... uhmm… I think it was 2 or … hell I don’t remember, but I don’t think I’ve been in this one, the last room didn’t have this”, and he pats down the exam table. “It’s cool … most guys don’t test but once a year, six months if they’ve been sexually active ... and some not at all.” “Cool.” Looking him over, I thought he was typical of the younger guys I find attractive, but breaking into my professional mode I asked “Why did you say ‘need’? I’m trained to discuss safe-sex practices and ways to lower the risk, if you …." Shaking his head he cut me off saying "It's okay." Amusingly, although I’m trained in safe-sex practices, in real life I loathe condoms and I’ve almost always fucked or gotten fucked bareback; as I look him over, the irony isn’t completely lost on me. Jake isn’t talking much, and his declarative sentence “I’ve been having risky sex,” was enough for me, particularly as he was fixated on me, as I was on him. It was also obvious to me his cock was hard, as was mine. Still I tried to remain at least semi-professional. Turning around, I grabbed one of the test kits, opening it to prep it for Jake, giving him my professional instructions “You need to rub this along your gums, on bo…”, and mock demonstrated for him as I turned back to him. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Jake had removed his shirt, and he had a stunningly beautifully muscled, smooth chest, “…th siiides.” Jake grinned at me, and, without taking his eyes off of mine, he took the swab from me, and in what I can only think is the most sexually-suggestive way I’ve seen a person take an HIV test, swabbed his gums. In handing the swab back to me, his eyes never left mine. Blushing, I swallowed as Jake, still seated, smiled invitingly at me. Yeah, he was calm and ready to go. And I definitely wanted to play with him. Placing the swab in the solution, I turned back to Jake, and, before I could fully register what was happening, his tongue was in my mouth, and my tongue in his mouth. I distinctly remember thinking to myself 'I’m glad I locked the door earlier'. Kissing him led to the shedding of clothing and the mutual exploration of each other's body. I had been fucked at the clinic many times by many guys, but I had never found myself as hot for any guy as I was for Jake. Swallowing his cock, I found it wet with delicious precum. “Chris … ohhhhh … ahhhh that’s good … Chris stop.” Standing, we briefly kissed, afterwards he stooped to nuzzle my cock. I was in heaven. The kissing and sucking and licking continued. We were both very worked up, and, although I had no idea how long we had been in the exam room, I reasoned the clinic could do without my contribution for, at least, a few minutes more. “I need to be fucked,” I moaned into his mouth as I kissed him. "Fuck, yeah," was his only reply. Reaching over to the rear of a nearby cabinet, I moved a box of gauze and retrieved a small flask of Gun Oil I keep here for the occasional hot fuck. “How you want me?” “Doggie.” Lubing his cock and my ass, I climbed onto the exam table, positioning myself on all fours. “Chris?” “Yeah.” “Are you neg?” Nodding I replied “Yeah… I test here every three months.” I always bareback and oddly most of the guys I’ve hooked up with here have turned out neg. “What if I test poz?” Glancing over at the swab I could see the results had not yet appeared, so I asked “Are you poz?” “Yeah… I mean … I could be. I told you I needed to get tested,” he continued, sliding his bare cock in the crack of my ass. It felt amazing. Again I nodded, saying “Yeah … I know … it's okay, I want you.” “I want you too.” “Fuck me." There was a slight pause, “You sure? What if I test poz?” “Don’t care … Fuck me. Now.” At the same moment I pressed back against his resting cock to show him how badly I needed his cock in my ass, poz or negative, reasoning over the years I surely had had more than one poz cock in my ass, especially given that even when a guy tests negative, he could still be HIV+. There's always that 90-day window. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake: “FUCK!” Chris was under me, begging me for poz cock. I had to comply. My cock head slid slowly into his hole, eliciting a long, deep groan, and an approving “Fuuuuuhhhhk… oh that’s good.” “Yeah baby… take my p… take my cock. Fuck yeah… feels so good,” as I slowly slid my bare, poz, unmedicated cock the rest of the way into Chris’ hot ass, who, I decided, was (for an older guy), hot as fuck. After deep dicking him several minutes I asked “You like that … feel good?” “Yeah … ahhhhh … ahhhhh," he moaned as I picked-up my pace. “I’m so horned… I probably won’t last long … you might have my cum inside you before the test thing finishes," I suggested. Chris turned to look at the swab, as did I. It was still blank. “How will you know if I test poz ... something shows up on there?” I asked, playing dumb. “It shows … ahhhhhhhhhh… oh fuck… fuck me… fuck me… it shows one line if you’re negative and two if detects any HIV anti-bodies.” I keep fucking him, “Ohhh … okay, got it,” maintaining a good fuck rhythm as we barebacked, all the while maintaining a two-way conversation. “What if I’m poz Chris?” “What if you are? Thought I said its okay.” “Yeah … you did, it’s cool … mmm fuck that ass feels good.” “Good … yeah … fuck me… oh fuck that’s good… I want your cum.” “Yeah? You want it… might be getting more than just cum sexy… might be an HIV+ cock inside you right now.” I continued fucking his hole, but accelerated the pace a bit. My crotch was now forcibly slamming into his ass, at least as hard as I could go without knocking the two of us off the exam table. “Give me your poz cum Jake … fuck me.” Glancing at the test I could see it was still blank. “You want poz cum, man? You’re chasing Chris?", punctuating the word 'chase' with a hard slam of my cock into his ass. I could almost hear his silent 'Yeah'. I affirmed his silence saying “SO HOT." “Not so loud dude, they might here us up front.” “Fuuuuck… your ass feels so good wrapped around my cock … I’m getting’ close Chris." “Fuck yeah ... fuck yeah… do it.” “You sure? I can pull out.” Chris answered in a voice which was, in my opinion, a bit too loud “CUM IN ME." “Ahhhhh … ahhhhh … ahhhh … gettin’ there, … getting’ there … ahhhhhhh.” "Fuck yeah… ohhhhhhh your cock feels...” just as my orgasm hit me. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK… oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk … oh fuckkkkkkkkk… ahhhhhhhhhhh… ahhhhhh Chris … ahhhhhh’m cummmming.” My nuts tightened-up as my load forcefully exited the shaft of my cock and entered Chris’ bare ass. It was so warm, and felt so fuckin' perfect. The thought crossed my mind to whether Chris was really neg or doesn’t hook up that much. He had, for all purposes, virtually begged me to poz his ass. I felt his body squirming under me. “Fuck, that was hot, Jake.” “Yeah it was.” At that moment I saw Chris gazing at the test solution. My eyes involuntarily followed his. The test swab clearly showed two lines. “Looks like the test finished."

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Hot post. I totally agree, we fags are extremely lucky. I also love watching myself/others/tops hit the pipe too, especially while we're fucking.

when i was younger, i sucked myself off and came in my mouth/swallowed all of it. years ago i was soo hungry for cum i went to midtown spa and looked for used condoms, picked them up and drank them, must have been 7 total that night and 5 blow jobs. had 19 guys through out the day cum in my ass.

In March I attended Fickstutenmarkt. This is basically a well organised orgy. Where bottoms arrive first, stripped, wear hoods on their heads and have their hands tied. Then after a while the tops are let inside to pick and choose who they want to fuck, the bottoms have no say in the matter, and if they refuse anyone they have to leave. Bottoms have a choice when entering if they'd like a red hood or white. Red means you are a bareback bottom, and white means safe sex. I looked around before I was hooded and out fo the 60 or so bottoms, I could only spot 4 red hoods, I chose a red hood. I was bred by multiple guys, fucked so bad that I had to cancel any sex plans for the next day. It was one of my favourite experiences and certainly the slutiest. Other than that, drinking piss, letting a guy piss inside me are up their. As well as doing meth

BBRT is listing something like 70 party ads. But they are almost all cumdumps.

I've been having sex since the late 80's. My high school boyfriend (though we didn't call each other that), we never used them or even talked about it and we both fucked each other I started using condoms in college, but I topped more and if I had the chance to fuck raw topping, I did. As I got older and as the medications came out and got better, my condom used declined. My husband is poz on meds, been together 16 years, never used condoms. By the time the sex club The Slammer in LA opened up I was mostly bareback topping, if someone wanted me to fuck them with a condom on, I would loose my hard on. And slowly but surely my condom use the times bottoming started declining. Now I am on Prep, I am strictly bareback. Even on my profile on bbrt and adam4adam say it, on prep no condoms period. There was nothing more freeing the first time I took a man's cum inside me and just not even think about it. For me, I haven't had that since high school. Prep really works for me. I am still neg and now get tested regularly, so I actually feel healthier. Call the insurance and they will tell you right away if any information is shared. Gilead will rebate your co-pay up to $300 a month.

I started due to an accident. I stacked my mountain bike collecting the handle bars right in the junk causing a penile thrombosis. I now can't wear a condom without a level of boner killing discomfort. I've embraced the options left available to me.

Part Six As Cody showered with the other twink he learned that the kids name was Sean and that he was bug chasing. Cody learned from Paul that he was probably toxic when he fucked the student trainer almost guaranteeing that he’d be pozzed. Cody knew that he probably could poz this kid. The two began to kiss in the shower as Cody told Sean, “Paul just pozzed me about a month ago.” Sean got a big smile on his face and asked “Have you started meds yet.” Cody shook his head ‘No’ as Sean got on his knees to suck Cody hard. As Cody’s cock grew he had told Sean “I want to slam while we fuck.” Sean agreed “Why don’t we dry off and prep some points. Then I’ll suck you hard and you can fuck me for a while, then we’ll slam and you can fuck me some more.” The twink’s climbed out of the shower, dried off and went into the living room to prepare a couple slams. Cody took a couple Viagra’s before he began to prep his point. As Sean prepped his Cody asked him “What’s the most you’ve ever slammed?” Sean let Cody know “I’ve did a double once, both were a 4.0 making an 8.0 total.” Cody got an evil grin on his face as he grabbed a second point for Sean to match Sean’s 5.0 he already had prepped for himself. Cody didn’t argue as Cody had his second point in hand. After all the points were ready Sean began to suck Cody’s semi-hard cock. The two climbed on the sleeper sofa bed as Sean lay on his back and Cody climbed on top of him. Cody slid his cock inside Sean’s hole and began to fuck the neg twink. When they were ready Sean wrapped his legs around Cody’s body to keep him inside his neg hole as they fixed tourniquets on their arms. Cody took the smaller of Sean’s two points and hit his vein while Sean began to look for a vein to use for his double slam. Once Cody had a good vein he hit it and drew back some of his poz blood to help Sean’s conversion. Once Sean had the fist point in his arm Cody helped with the second point getting it in a second vein. Cody asked Sean “Ready?” Sean nodded yes as he emptied one point and Cody emptied the second one. Once both were pulled from Sean’s arm Sean massages the injection site with tissue as Cody pulled the tourniquet off. Cody knew when the slam hit Sean as his ass spasmed a little and cum leaked from his cock as he coughed out very hard and began to breathe heavily. Cody thrusted in and out of Sean’s neg hole before he did his own slam. He began to fuck Sean again as he worked to pull the tourniquet off his own arm. The sensation from his fucking Cody made both boys cum. Cody felt like his orgasm lasted a long time as he knew he was filling the twink’s neg hole with his charges load. Cody lost a little bit of his hardness as he kept fucking into Sean. With the Viagra Cody had taken before his slam he was able to fuck Sean for a good 4 hours without stopping. Sean took another load from Cody before Cody needed a break. Luckily for Sean more guys began to show up and he moved to the sling for guys to take turns seeding his hole.

Part Five As the night wore on the two studs fucked like rabbits when Paul’s phone rang. He told Cody, “It’s a text letting me know that some of my buds are on the way over. They should be here soon.” As they waited they each prepared a couple more points for themselves when Paul’s friends arrived. Paul also pulled out some more Viagra for them to take before their slams. Cody was still semi-hard as he took his Viagra and waited for their guests to arrive. When Paul’s friends arrived Cody was introduced but was not going to recall all their names. They ranged in age from his 18 to the oldest guy at 50. All were in pretty good shape and were ready for some heavy duty partying. After introductions Paul announced that, “This gathering is in Cody’s honor since he just became poz a few weeks back, probably had just pozzed his first neg ass and was a state wrestling champ. Cody had his choice of position.” Cody told Paul “I would love to get fucked.” Cody was then asked, “Where would you like to be fuck?” Cody said, “The sling looks good to me” as Cody hopped in with his point in hand. Once he was situated he waited for the others to get naked while he and Paul were ready to slam. Paul’s friends were naked and prepping their points while Paul and Cody patiently waited. Once all were ready they joined Paul and Cody as tourniquets were applied. Cody found a prominent vein and stuck his point in while he heard coughing come from Paul’s friends. He registered the familiar flash of blood and emptied his slam into his arm. Paul kissed him as Cody removed his tourniquet and felt the strong slam he had prepared. He coughed out a couple times as the rush took hold of his jock body. While Cody lay in the sling feeling his rush one of Paul’s friends got between his legs and began to rim his cum filled ass. While Cody felt the wet tongue probing his hole another one of Paul’s friends approached Cody’s head and offered the jock his cock to suck. All around them there was action going on. The other 18 year old kid was on the fuck bench get his hole worked over by Paul. Paul was working his fingers inside the boys hole as it easily opened up. The boy was being fed ethyl chloride spray as his hole was being worked open. Cody watched as the boy was given a strong dose and forced to breathe it in longer than expected that allowed Paul’s Fist to disappear inside the boy’s hole. When the boy came around he began to moan as Paul flexed his fingers inside his hole. Cody asked, “What are they giving him there?” Cody was told, “He’s being given poppers and ethyl chloride.” Cody asked, “Why is he doing those?” Cody was told, “It helps relaxes you and enhances the high.” Cody asked, “Can I have some poppers and ethyl chloride?” While Cody lay there getting his hole rimmed he was given poppers and ethyl chloride spray while the guest who was rimming his hole positioned to fuck him. With the poppers and ethyl chloride working on him he never felt the cock push inside him. He looked up to see a handsome stud fucking him. As he looked up to the guy inside him the guy fucking him leaned in and they kissed. Cody spent the next 8 hours in the sling as more of Paul’s friends came and some left. Cody had so much cum dripping from his hole that Paul was able to suck a good amount from Cody’s ass and feed him a mix of the cum he had been bred with before they shared a cummy kiss. As the sun reached high in the sky Saturday Cody needed a break from the sling. Most of Paul’s friends had left by this time leaving only the 18 year old who got fisted that night. Cody got out of the sling and the two 18 year olds climbed in the shower to refresh themselves.

I need Diego fucking my ass!

Good job, rapeday!!! I am happy to see you've made your decision, particularly since I still can't make mine. I am torn apart in a way. I do want to become as much of a cumdump as you, but I still have some kind of a holdback, and it's driving me crazy. I have had a few encounters where guys filled my ass with cum. Some were not planned (or acted too well) and some were obvious tricks (he didn't have condoms etc.). And I have swallowed a number of loads of cum from guys when I never asked anything about their status. I am hard as I type this, but scared shit scared too. So once again, good job! And keep us posted about your sauna experience! cheers

I've slept with my dick up a bottom's ass. It feels great, and waking up to a hot hole working your cock is definitely nice. The funny thing is that when you finally pull out, your cock has a different shape temporarily. When you hold it up an ass for several hours, the asslips squeeze the base of the cock whereas the rest of the ass isn't as tight. So, when you finally pull out, soft after fucking again preferably, the base of your shaft is smaller and the rest of your cock is normal size or expanded. Love to sleep with my cock up an ass though. Nothing better than waking up to a sweet boyhole working that dick.