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Part 3 - Penetration His reaction was instant. I was sure that, like me, he had forgotten the reason we were doing this in the first place, but now he remembered, he was like a bat out of hell. In a flash, he was over by the board, setting up the lines and taking his. He was grinning like a maniac when he turned back to me, holding the straw once more. Before I could take it from him, he grabbed me and pulled me into another deep kiss that I had to fight my way back out of. We laughed, and I felt like we were excited children again, but this was something more special than we had ever done before, I knew. I didn’t feel any pain at all when I snorted my line, and I was back on him in seconds. He pinned me underneath him, bringing his cock up to my ass. We kissed for a while as he grinded up against me, and all I could think about was how good it was going to feel inside me. I knew that it would work this time, I was sure of it. I could feel that he had relubed himself while I took my line, and the tip of his cock was pressed right into my hole. We broke off the kiss, and he looked me straight in the eyes. “I fucking love you.” He told me, and I felt his cock slip into my ass. I let out a shout. It didn’t hurt, and Lee must have known that because he didn’t stop. In one smooth movement, all eight inches of his dick slipped deep into my ass, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning louder than I ever had before, occasional half-shouting ‘Ah fuck’ and ‘fuck me’ and more than a few ‘I fucking love you too’s’. We didn’t look away from each other till he was as deep as he could get, then he leant down and kissed me, again and again again. Grinding his hips into my ass, I could feel all of him moving in me, and it was incredible. More than I ever imagined it would be. Then he started fucking me properly, pulling his dick most of the way out before slowly sliding it back in, making me moan out into his mouth. I felt his abs press against me, telling me that he was all the way in again, before he repeated the action. I broke the kiss and cried out “Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” As he kept sliding into and out of me. Each thrust came a little quicker, a little harder than the last. He was kissing me absent mindedly on the cheek and neck, and when he got distracted, it meant his mouth was next to my ear, and I could hear every breath he took as he fucked me. My cock was pinned between our bodies, and his movements made it feel like I was being jacked off. I could feel precum leaking all over both of us, and when I noticed it, it made me realise that his precum must be coating my insides now. That thought sent a surge of excitement through me. Wrapping my arms around him, I held him tight as he started fucking me even harder. Each slam of his cock sent shockwaves through me. We were both slick with sweat, and I could smell it in the air around us. The noises he made weren’t like anything I’d heard from him before, when I fucked him. They were animalistic, and his muscles squeezed me tight. It was a good thing I never wanted this to end, since I knew there was no way I could have got him to stop if I did. His weight shifted off of me and my ass emptied of his cock. It was a horrible sensation, like I’d been scooped out of everything good inside me. I tried to protest, but before I could even tell what was happening, his hands were on me. He flipped me over onto my stomach and took me by the hips, yanking me up onto my knees. I barely had time to steady myself before I felt the tip of his dick at my hole again. He rammed it into me, holding my hips tight and preventing me from moving or resisting at all. I yelled out then. I didn’t doubt someone in the street could hear us, and wouldn’t know if it was sex or murder, but I really didn’t give a fuck at this point. From this new position, Lee could fuck me much harder and, it felt, much deeper. I was nothing more than a rag doll, and he moved my body for me, pushing me forwards as he pulled out, then yanking me back as he plunged himself back in, fucking me as hard and as fast as possible. I could barely breathe, and my heart felt like it was going to explode with every violent beat. One hand moved from my hip to my shoulder, and this seemed to allow him to fuck me even harder still. “Fuck!” I heard him yell. “Fuck!” The hand on my shoulder suddenly yanked me up, and my back smacked against his, the sound of flesh on sweaty flesh ringing in my ears. One arm wrapped around me, from from under my left shoulder to over my right, holding me solidly against him. All the while, he still kept fucking me, with another smacking sound each time he pounded in. His other hand went to my cock and took hold of it tightly. His arm squeezed me tightly to him as he began pumping my cock, and I realised just how close I was. Some distant part of my brain knew that he was being too rough, squeezing me too tight, fucking me too hard, pulling at my dick way too aggressively, and that in the morning I’d be black and blue all over, but again, I didn’t care at all. Lee was trying to say something, slowing down enough for him to speak clearly was out of the question. Besides, I knew what he wanted to say. ‘I’m gonna cum.’ He pulled out one last time before slamming his cock all the way back in, and didn’t dare to pull out again. He kept moving it though, bucking his hips as he kissed at my neck, in between barely audible cries ‘fuck!’ I could feel it coming, his orgasm and my own, and every time he bucked his hips I pressed mine back, desperate for it. He thrust in once more, twice, a third time, and then, with a wordless yell, he cried out and I felt my ass fill with his cum. It was too much, the sensation was indescribable. He kept pumping my cock as he came, and I went over the edge as well. I let out a great moan as my cock exploded in his hand, shooting wave after wave of cum over his bed. He remained still for the first waves of his orgasm, but as his senses came back, he began thrusting into me once more, which only made things worse. I felt like my body might crack from all of sensations, and I’d just fall apart right then and there. I didn’t, and once we’d both shot the last of our loads, and he had well and truly fucked his into me before pulling out, we both collapsed onto the bed in the same position, with me as his little spoon. For a few minutes, we just laid there, breathing heavily. My heart was still pounding, as was his. Finally, I managed to twist around to face him. I wanted to say something, anything, just a word to bring us both back down to Earth where we could really appreciate what just happened. The only word my brain could form was yet another “Fuck!” He grinned that ridiculously wide grin of his once more and nodded, before taking me in another deep kiss. After that, I guess I must have fallen asleep for at least a few minutes, because when I awoke, Lee was holding up a complete, lit, partially smoked joint to my lips. I opened them and he held it while I took a long drag, inhaling, then blowing the smoke out. It had never felt so good as that before. I took the joint from him then and we shifted, so that we were leaning against the wall, with his arm around my shoulders. He fiddled with his phone while I smoked. We didn’t say anything for a long time, we didn’t need to. Occasionally I’d raise the joint to his lips so he could take another drag. The combination of the drone, the weed and the sex made my muscles relax out so much I couldn’t have moved if I tried. When he finally broke the silence, what he said was not what I expected. “Oz?” He asked. “Do you want to go somewhere?” I looked up at him, eyebrow raised. “It’s just… I still feel horny, don’t you?” At first I thought he must be mad, but when I thought about it. I realised he was right. My ass felt empty and I was desperate to have something to fill it with. I wanted to get fucked again. He must have seen the realisation on my face, since he continued. “My dealer, I’m talking to him. He says ‘congrats’, by the way.” He indicated his phone, and I laughed. “He’s… He’s saying we should come round. Y’know, just if we want to.” I knew Lee slept with his dealer occasionally, rather than paying. I was the first person to fuck him, and we both agreed that he’d be the first to fuck me, and he wouldn’t fuck anyone else till then. After agreeing that, I said I didn’t mind what he did with his dealer, but I didn’t think I’d ever be invited round too. I met his dealer once - he was a cool guy. Tall, like Lee, but he was black. I remember he had long dreadlocks and a cocky smile. Lee once told me that his dick was so big, he couldn’t swallow it all in one, though in fairness, my 6.5 inches was the only thing he had to practice on, so far as I knew. I’m pretty sure it was the drugs that did the talking for me when I answered Lee. “Yeah.” I told him. “Fuck it, why not?”

CHAPTER 8: Jake: Ever since my fuck bud Sam helped me sero-convert, all I’ve wanted to do was to breed neg guys, just as Sam routinely did. On one particular day I found myself completely horned-up, and decided to grease the works with a text to Sam. Here's the exchange: Jake: We need to get together and breed some hole, pref neg Sam: Fuck yeah Jake: I’m up for it whenever, not on meds yet Sam: Back on meds but always up for whatever Jake: Cool let me know Now, some time earlier I had hooked up with Bill, a hot Daddy, and I really want to get off inside him again. Bill was 51, about 6’ 1” and in decent shape with a bit of buzzed hair on his chest. The last time I fucked him he practically begged for me to cum in him. While I didn't know if he was chasing, I wanted to find out, so, as it had been a few weeks since we played, and since I needed to nut, I texted him: Jake: You around? Been a while … horned Bill: Yeah. Just finished brunch with friends. Heading home Jake: Horned af here Bill: You can come over. Horned here too Jake: Cool Bill: Remember the address? Jake: Yeah, text you when I get close. Some fifteen minutes after this exchange I arrived at Bill's place. He opened the door while wearing a pair of shorts and not much more. I didn't waste any time. I wanted in his hot Daddy’s ass and I wanted right then and there. He seemed to recognize I was in heat, and I smiled thinking 'I really like the way this is going'. We made eye contact and he pulled me close and we made out. My hand instantly moved to his hips, into the waistband of his shorts and I pushed them down. I wanted him to know I meant business and that I intended for him to be my bottom. We continued kissing as I got my hands into his ass cheeks, massaging his hole a bit. "Mmmmmmmmmm yes,” he moaned, clearly liking the attention, then he suggested “Let's go to the bedroom, sexy.” He stepped-out of his shorts, I stripped off my clothing, item by item scattered in the hallway as he led the way. Once in his bedroom Bill sat on the bed watching me as I removed my socks, and when I was naked we resumed making out. After several minutes of tongue action, I pulled back, looked at him, kissed him, announcing “I want to cum in you.” “Fuck yeah,” was his reply as we continued hot and heavy. “You still clean?” I asked. "Yeah, guess so. Although I've been with a few guys.” “Cool." “You?” I looked at him and gave a slight grin. "I haven’t tested since last time we played," then pausing slightly, I asked “Does it matter?” He replied with a negative shake as we went back to making out. I look over at the nightstand, open the drawer, and pull out some oil-based lube for my cock, and his hole. Between kisses I spread a small amount of lube on his ass, I want to fuck him raw and I want him to feel my cock when it bred him. We continued with the kissing and I lubed his hole and my cock. Then, putting down the tube of lube, I teased his hole with my cock. “Mmmmmmmm … yes, fuck me already,” Bill responded. “Yeah? You want it?” “Yeah, I want it bad.” I pushed the head of my poz cock into his ass. “Ohhhhhh… ahhhhhhh… fuck … love that cock, feels so good.” “Yeah … yeah … your ass is nice and tight, feels good.” I slowly pushed my way in, his legs up on my shoulders, and my nuts pressing up against his ass. “That’s it. You've got all of me.” We made out while I held still, allowing him to adjust to my cock. “FUCK … FUCK … Uhhhhhhh… fuck me, Jake. Breed me.” I was so caught-up in pleasure I could barely manage to respond “Fuck yeah,” as we continued to kiss, my cock sliding out of his hole, only to press back in. I leaned back and picked-up the rhythm of fucking him. In the back of my brain I thought 'He’s chasing … he wants poz cock', but impulsively I decided to find out and asked “Ohhhh … ahhhhh your hole feels good. You always bareback? Even with poz guys?” “Ahhhhhh … yeah … I mean … well ahhhhhhhh fuck … yeah I have … few times.” “You worry about it?” Initially he simply looked into my eyes. I didn't slow down my ministrations on his ass, and after a few seconds he replied “No … not really … ohhhhh, god that’s good. Just keep fucking me.” But I won’t let it go. “Do you think about it?” “Ahhhhhh … fuck … damn Jake your cock. Yes I think about it, but fuck it… I don’t care… why?" Then he paused and asked “You positive?” I kept fucking him and returned the question “What if I am?” I continued deep-dicking him, grunting to let him know I was getting close. Then I followed-up and asked "So, what if I am? Should I pull out?” “Ahhhhhhh… fuck… ahhhhhhhh… no … no … I want it, I want your cum." “What if I’m poz?” “Don’t care. Cum in me, fuck, … ohhhhhhhh… ahhhhh fuck that feels, please keep fucking me.” I continued sliding my bare cock sliding in and out of his ass, but after just a few more strokes, I recognized that familiar sensation in my balls: I was about to dump a huge load of poz semen deep in his ass. “Tell me,” I demanded, “Tell me it's okay for me to fuck my poz cum into your ass.” He looked at me, a smile crossing his lips, inviting me, so I leaned down, he pulled me in close, and we kissed deeply. “Yeah … fuck yeah… it's okay. Give it to me. I want your poz cum, fucker. I want it. Poz me. I want it.” An involuntary smirk crossed my face, “HOT,” softly escaped my lips. "You are one twisted bottom," was all I could manage to say. “Ohhhhhhh fuck .. ohhhhh fuck Jake…. Oh fuckkkkkk … I’m close.” “Me too.” “Breed me … fuck it into me.” “This poz load?” I asked incredulously. “Yes, … yeah … your poz load.” Bill was feverishly jacking off as I worked his tight ass. I wondered 'How is he not poz already?', but the satisfying thought came to mind 'but it doesn't matter - he will be after I’m done'. His ass muscles clamped down on my cock, as I announced “I’m gonna cum.” “Me too!” “I’m poz, Bill! You want me to stop?” “Ahhhhh … ahhhhhhhhhhhh… no… ahhh… no, fuck no, do it!” “Sure?” “Yeahhhh … ahhhh… fuck … I’m close, yeah… cum in me." “FUCKKKKKKKKK!” Nothing turns me on more than when a guy begs for my poz load and I found myself panting, almost like a mantra, “I’m close … I’m close!" Bill responded “Yeah … do it … gonna … AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," as he blew his load. I was only seconds behind him, and both my ejaculation and announcement were equally powerful: “FUCCCCCCCCCCCCK…. Oh FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK … CUUMMMMMING,” as my cock squirted it's load, held firmly in the death grip of his ass which milked out my seed. I kept him in that position for a few minutes as we each came down from the explosion, my bare cock lodged balls deep in his ass. Eventually I quietly commented “That was amazing.” His eyes closed, Bill replied “Yeah … yeah … fuck that was good.” As I gradually withdrew from his hole and curled-up next to him, we lay contentedly for a minute or so, when he asked “How long you been poz?” I thought back and replied “Maybe two months.” “Oh, okay. I thought you said you tested neg la…,” but I cut him off saying “The last test I took the tester told me it said neg.” “Oh okay, but … but?” “Yeah, well, in between that test and when I last fucked you, apparently I converted - and of course I came in your ass. I got the confirmation of my conversion afterwards. This time I decided to find out if you were cool with it before we got too far this time.” “Cool … well … obviously.” “You chasing?” “Not so much that. I just love bareback sex with younger guys. Poz or neg, I don’t care.” “Cool. Glad to hear it. There’s more where that came from." And with that we went in for a third round of making-out. Cody: I awoke cuddled beside my Dad. He has become quite the bottom since I tested poz, and has announced he won’t fuck me until we’re both poz. My cock is as hard as a rock, I slid into his hole. He awoke almost immediately, “Mornin’ baby boy … ahhh you already need to breed?" I can smell his body and kiss him on the back of the neck, “I need to piss,” I murmurred, my cock just inside his hole. Dad doesn’t say anything and I push my cock head slightly further into his ass, “You going to …”, he starts to ask, then he feels it as I relieve myself in his ass, “Ahhhh… oh fuck boy, yeah, use me." I was mostly hard but I could feel the piss draining out of my cock and into his ass. I had never done this with him as the top but it felt amazing, and I thought 'We're definitely going to do more of this', as I told him “Fuck yeah, Dad. I'm using your toilet hole,” as I continued to piss. “Good boy, do it. Use me,” Dad responded. My stream finally ended and I thought 'I hope he doesn’t mess the bed' so I suggested “If you need to go empty that, well, just be careful.” "I've got this," he answered with a chuckle. I slowly withdrew from his ass, giving him time to clamp closed tightly. “I’ll be right back,” he announced, and sure enough within seconds I could hear him in the bathroom evacuating my morning piss. Dad returned, plopped down on the bed beside me, and kissed me, remarking, “That was hot.” I just smiled. “Dad would you mind if I got a tattoo? Something to kinda show I’m poz now?” He nodded “Yeah, we can do that. What do you have in mind? And where?” I shrugged my shoulders, answering “Uhmmm, I was thinking about a scorpion on my upper back or something …. “ as I trailed-off. “Or?” “I dunno. I’ve done a little digging on the internet for ideas.” “Ohhhh you have, have you?” I could see he was giving me a quizzical, teasing look. “Haaa… a little….“ “And?” “Well, biohazard tattoos seem popular, but I like the scorpion.” “What about one on your abdomen near your cock?” I thought about his suggestion for a second and responded “Hmmmmmm… that sounds kinda cool, I think I can do that.” "It would look hot on you, Cod." “Think so?” “Yeah. I know so." “Good let’s do that today or at least find a place.” “I know a place in Boystown we can go to … maybe after” as he grabbed my cock and his voice trailed off, giving me 'the look' to let me know what he wanted. I opened the show by jumping out of bed and calling “Last one in the shower is a rotten egg,” heading into the bathroom, leaving him, perhaps, with a bit of a shocked look on his face. Turning on the shower, I stepped under the spray and awaited Dad. He followed my example, in following me into the bathroom, pulling open the door, and giving me a look that was a clear 'Fuck you sonny boy', which led us to both roar with laughter. Joining me in the warm water, Dad pulled me close to make out, which gave me a chance for my hands to find his ass, “Yes boy," he murmured, between kisses, as his hands explored my waist and then my crotch, letting me know it was time to breed him. "Face the wall,old man," I ordered. He may have smirked, but he obeyed, as I lubed myself and his ass with the Gun Oil lube which we kept in the shower - for just such occasion. We have fucked in the shower several times, and have found the silicone base of Gun Oil will survive the stream of the shower, so it is definitely the lube of choice. I lubed a finger and, with a quick push, slid it up his ass. He yelped, but as quickly as I found his prostate, his discomfort turned into a groan of pleasure. Then I withdrew my finger and placed the Gun Oil back on the shelf, thinking to myself 'He’s not getting any more than that', as I pressed my cock against his hole. “Ahhhhh boy .. yeah… yeah… fuck your old man’s hole, breed me boy,” he grunted. I pushed against his hole and with firm pressure and my cock head slid in. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… fuck … ahhhhhhhhhhhh… go slow, damn,” he groaned. I took that to mean, 'BREED ME NOW', so I pushed the rest of my poz cock into his body with slow, constant pressure, announcing “Yeah Dad… you wanted it … you’re getting it,” as I fucked him with a slow, steady, in-and-out motion. I could tell by his groans he was in some pain, but I reasoned, that if he wanted my bug he would have to pay the price, but I encouraged him by reminding him “Dad … Dad… oh fuck this feels good… gonna give you this bug, Dad.” “Ahhhhhh boy … ahhhhh yeah… you are!” I continued fucking him, as, after all, I wanted him to convert, which also meant he had to earn it. Oh, and I wanted it to hurt, so I fucked him for several minutes,and, with my orgasm fast approaching, and I decided to just go for it and load him up, “DAD… DAD … CUMMMMING DAD, OHhhHhhhhhhh fuck … I’m close!” “Do it boy … ahhhhhh fuck … bree..." but before he could finish the words I dumped my load in his ass, squirt after squirt of my poz cum soaking into his flesh. “AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh… FUCK!!!” I cried as I slid all the way in, briefly wondering to myself 'I wonder if he’s poz yet or not?'. We stayed like that a moment, me as the gifting top, and him as the grateful bottom. But eventually I slowly withdrew, noticing some blood mixed with sperm as my cock I exited his ass. I smiled in satisfaction as I gave him a kiss on the back of his neck as I slid my cock up and down his ass crack, and praised him with “Dirty, twisted fucker.” "You! Fuck my ass hurts,” was his succinct response, but then changing subjects he suggested “Let’s get cleaned up and go see about tattoos.” "Yes sir,” I replied as I grabbed shower scrubby and began to soap him up, readying him for public.

Part 1 - Temptation I took one last, long pull on the joint, sucking it down to the little filter made of card, before stubbing it out. I inhaled, taking all the smoke into my lungs and held it as long as I can. All the while, my friend was above me, kissing me softly on the neck. His cock rubbed up against my hole, slick with lube, and I knew he was aching to bury it in me. Maybe this time it would work. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I finally exhaled, bellowing smoke up into the already smokey room. He looked me in the eye, pressing his cock hard against me, making me whimper and nod my consent. He smiled, and kissed me on the lips as one of his hands slipped down, lined the tip of his dick up with my hole, and began to push in. The pain was instant, like it always was. I bit down on my lip, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Hoping that maybe, if being stoned wasn’t enough to stop it from hurting, it would at least be enough to dull the pain long enough for him to fuck me. I could feel it pushing into me so slowly, he was trying to be gentle, I knew. The size of his dick didn’t help things. Eight inches long and thick as all hell. But no amount of lube or weed or taking it slow made a difference. It wasn’t going in, and when the pain was too much that I couldn’t keep myself from yelping, he sighed, and I felt what little of his cock there was inside me slip out again as he climbed off me. I slammed a fist into the bed, then covered my face with both hands. “It’s okay!” He told me, but it wasn’t. I knew he was disappointed. I was disappointed. I didn’t really want to smoke weed - though being three joints down tonight and feeling this buzz had definitely changed my views on that - I only did so because we thought it might help me finally get fucked. A last minute Hail Mary that failed spectacularly. He took hold of my wrists and pulled them away from my face, bringing his close and kissing me all over my face, before reaching my lips and slipping his tongue between them, into my mouth. Our bodies tangled into one another and our cocks grinded together. His lube and precum started getting onto my dick, which was just over an inch shorter than his. When we broke the kiss, he nuzzled his head into my neck, and I let out a sigh. It wasn’t too bad, I guessed. I’d just have to fuck him till he came, then he’d suck my dick till I came. A standard Friday night. It would be fun, but it wasn’t what either of us wanted. He was desperate to take my virginity, and I wanted to give it to him so badly. We’d been best friends for as long as either of us could remember, and we’ve played around with each other for as long as we’ve known how to do it, though neither of us found out about actual, penetrative anal sex till after we were both legal. I’d fucked him for the first time just a few months ago, and we’d been going at it basically every weekend ever since. After a few minutes, he moved away from me, to the bedside table, to prepare another joint. He handed me the grinder, the weed and a piece of card to make a filter with, since these were the only bits of rolling a joint my clumsy hands could manage. I checked him out as I worked, trying not to taunt myself with how good it would have been, to see his big, muscled body moving up and down as his cock slipped deep inside me, if only I could manage the pain. Our bodies were like our cocks - I was a bit smaller and a bit skinnier than him. I didn’t have a muscley body to speak of, but he always said I looked sexy, and I guess that’s what counts. When I finished grinding the weed and rolling the filter, I handed them back to him, and only then did I notice he hadn’t touched the rizlas or the tobacco. He was looking at something in his hand, but with his back to me, I couldn’t see what. He turned to me and took the items from me, placing them on the table, but still he didn’t continue. Instead, he moved back onto the bed and leaned against the wall, spreading his legs. Whatever he was holding was small, and clinched tightly in his hand where I couldn’t see it. “Come suck my dick.” He told me. I smiled and obeyed instantly. He had gone soft, but it wasn’t difficult to fix that, and before long I was happily sucking away at it. I figured he wanted a repeat of earlier, when he thought it was funny to ram his dick right down my throat and force me to stay there while he rolled a joint with the rolling box balanced on my head. I found it less funny, but since he wasn’t getting what he wanted, I could at least do this for him. But he did nothing other than bring his free hand up behind my ear, playing with my hair. So I kept on sucking, playing with his dick in all the ways I knew he liked, gently squeezing his balls in one hand, playing with his hole with the other, using the skills that we had discovered and developed together. I must have been at it for a good ten minutes, at least, and was just starting to slip my tongue into his hole when he finally spoke again. “Y’know. There is one more thing we could try…” I stopped and pushed myself up onto one elbow. Instinctively, I took hold of his dick with my free hand, pumping it while he talked. With one hand still stroking my hair, he brought his other hand up near my face. “I got given this by the guy who sells me weed. I’d been talking to him about our… ‘problem’, and he said that if the weed doesn’t do it, this might.” He opened his hand and revealed a small baggy of little whitish crystals, that looked like tiny fragments of a broken stone. “Is that… Coke?” I asked. I let go of his dick and went to pick the bag up, but he pulled it away from me. “No! No, no it’s nothing that hardcore. It’s called drone.” He said, and I’m guessing he thought I’d know the difference, but I didn’t. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to one side. “He told me it’s great being on it and fucking. Told me that weed probably wouldn’t make it any easier for you to take a dick, but that this would do the trick. I had a look online, and it sounds pretty safe.” “I don’t know…” Weed was one thing, but this sounded like the sort of shit you could get arrested for. His response was to pull me in close, so that I had no choice but to fall and lay on top of him as he kissed me deeply. His empty hand went to my ass and gripped one cheek tightly, squeezing and pulling at it. I knew his intention - trying to remind me of just how badly we wanted this night to work. And it worked in an instant, with every fantasy I’d ever had about him fucking me flooding back into my head. I moaned into his mouth before breaking the kiss. “Okay.” I said. “Let’s try it.”

Part 6 - Backroom I wasn’t ready. Not yet. So I slipped into the kitchen, looking for a drink. My body was radiating heat like I’d never felt before, and I needed something to cool me off. The water in the tap didn’t look drinkable. It wasn’t even clear. But I found some more bottles of water in the fridge. There was very little else in the fridge other than bottles. The whole kitchen looked very unused, in fact. I looked down and saw that I’d already opened the bottle, but I couldn’t remember if I’d felt the cracking of a seal or not. I took a sip - it was much cooler than the bottle I had in the car, and I couldn’t stop myself from downing the whole thing in one go, just as I had the last one. I took several deep breaths once I’d finished my drink, and headed out of the kitchen, towards the backroom. “Rule 2.” I heard Denny say as I entered. He was telling the rules to Lee, who was on his knees, sucking Denny’s cock. Denny smiled when he saw me, stopping his speech and beckoning me over. There were three other people in the room - Ian, Boss and another black guy. Boss was naked now, his body ripped with muscle, and his cock buried into Ian’s ass already. The black guy, tall, bulky, and wearing nothing but a chain around his neck, was fucking Ian’s mouth. I checked his dick and, yes, I was still definitely the smallest in the room. I walked over to Denny and he put one arm round my shoulders, keeping his other on top of Lee’s head. He wasn’t controlling Lee the same way he had with me in the hall. “I was just telling your boyfriend the rules. Why don’t you take over, so I know you’ve got it memorized?” “I thought you guys had… done stuff together before?” I asked. “Oh, I’ve fucked his throat for some weed, sure, but he’s never been to one of my parties before. Too worried you’d get upset.” He said, and winked at me. “Think’s you’re a delicate little flower, this one does.” With that, he rammed Lee down on his dick, which Lee didn’t seem to struggle with at all. “But something tells me you’ll bloom in this environment, right?” I had to smile at this, and gave a little nod. “Good boy. Now, what’re the rules?” “Rule 1. No condoms.” I recalled. Denny hissed ‘good’ into my ear, and his hand slipped from my shoulder to my ass, cupping and squeezing it. I took in the room as I spoke, and I realised, this was a room specifically for fucking. Was the whole place like this? The only furniture was the sofa, a few seats, and several mattresses on the floor. In one corner, there was a table with what looked like a bunch of sex toys, and some other stuff I couldn’t identify. The windows were boarded up. Graffiti covered the walls. The rules were written on one wall, while the other were covered in drawings of marijuana leafs and obscene things, and words like ‘Fuck’, ‘Raw’, ‘Breed Me’, ‘Cunt’, and so on. The ‘No condoms’ message repeated over and over, and some other things I didn’t quite get the meaning of. A single, big T was used to write the word ‘Toxic’ and ‘Tina’, and in one place, the letter ‘G’ had been repeated over and over. I saw ‘Drone’, and understood that, at least, and ‘MDMA’, which I knew was another drug. “Rule 2. We’re new, so we don’t fuck anyone. We’re here to get fucked.” “That’s right.” Denny said, and squeezed my ass tighter. “No fucking at all. Not even each other, you get me? You can fuck each other any time you like, but this weekend, you’re ours.” I looked down to Lee, who didn’t even stop sucking, he made eye contact with me briefly, then nodded. I looked back to Denny, and nodded as well. “Good boys. Now, rule 3?” “Rule 3. We take everything.” I answered. That was how it was phrased on the written list, on the wall. Just ‘We take everything.’ “Drugs, cocks, cum, holes. Everything.” Saying it sent a cold chill through my head, and I realised just what the hell was going on, what was about to happen to me. “Good. And if you break any of the rules, you’re gone. Not a word of protest, I’ll just drag your asses out of here and throw you out into the street. Got it?” I nodded. “If you’re real lucky, maybe Boss will come unlock his car so you can get your clothes.” “No fucking chance!” Came Boss’s voice from the sofa, rough and panting as he continued to fuck Ian so mercilessly. Denny pulled his dick out of Lee’s mouth, and tilted his head up with a chin under his finger. “You clear on the rules, too?” He asked, and Lee nodded, grinning like a maniac. “Good. Your boyfriend's gone soft.” With that, Denny’s hand moved from Lee’s head to my dick, flicking it before I could pull away. It stung like hell, and I winced away, pulling out of Denny’s arms. I lost my footing and tripped, crashing down on one of the mattresses. Denny laughed. “Get him hard again while I get something sorted.” Denny ordered to Lee. Instantly, Lee climbed onto the mattress, above me. He was more forceful than I’d ever known him to be. I brought my hands up to meet him, but he grabbed them by the wrist, pinning them above my head with one of his. The other, he slipped into my hair, grabbing a thick tuft of it as our mouths met. His full weight was pressing down on top of me and his tongue was not gentle in forcing my mouth open. It was scary, and a little painful, but it worked. I could feel myself getting harder as he kissed me so aggressively. I remembered back to earlier, when he was fucking me, and I knew there was no way I could get away from him. It felt exactly like that again. Suddenly, I was desperate for him, wanting his cock, his ass, his arms, his mouth, everything. But I couldn’t. I think Lee might have forgotten it for a minute, but Denny returning to the room brought him out of it. “Hey, it’s Oz, right?” He asked, and Lee climbed off me so that I could answer. “Good job.” He said to Lee, when he saw my cock, standing to attention. He had a carrier bag with a couple of bottles in it. He gave one to Lee, and began throwing bottles to the three on the sofa, who were finally breaking up their spitroast. “Did you already have one of these from the fridge?” I nodded, worried that I’d done something, but he laughed. “You know they’ve got G in them, right? There was a little in the one you had in the car, but these ones are stronger.” “What’s G?” I asked, which made him laugh even more. He put the bag on the floor and told me I should wait a while before having another. “Am I going to be okay?” Lee moved away from us, towards the sofa, as Denny dropped down on the mattress next to me. Lee went over and, after downing his bottle, positioned himself in between the other black guys legs, immediately going to work sucking his cock. Ian had already downed his as well, and was sat in Boss’s lap, getting ready to ride his dick. “You’re gonna be just fucking fine.” Denny said, grinning. “Don’t worry about the G, I’ve got something better for you, anyway.” I don’t know where it came from, but he produced a small,clear plastic object. It looked like an oversized bullet, with a little switch on the side. He twisted the switch, then brought the tip of the bullet to his nose, and inhaled. He then twisted it around again, and held it out for me. I realised that it was full of a white powder that looked like drone. The twister pulled a small amount of it out to be snorted. Oddly, the familiarity of it made me feel more comfortable. For a minute, I was hesitated, but the look on Denny’s face told me that he was deadly serious about Rule 3. So I brought my nose to the bullet and inhaled. It hit me a lot harder than the stuff we were doing back at Lee’s. “Good boy.” He said, then laid down on the mattress. “Now, you’ve got a job for the rest of the night. You’ve got to make sure that no one gets soft again. Someone goes soft? Then that’s one more dick that won’t be fucking you or your boyfriend. Got it?” His own dick had gone back to a semi,so for my answer, I leaned down and immediately took it in my mouth. “Good fucking boy…”

Part 5 - Ruled The place was dark and, thankfully, warmer than I expected. There was a flight of stairs leading up into total darkness, and a short corridor that led to one room, plus two more doors off to one side. Boss was already walking down the corridor towards the backroom, passing a black guy that I knew to be Lee’s dealer, and through the door, out of sight. I heard him say hello to someone, so that was at least one more person I didn’t know would be here. Lee’s dealer came towards us, grinning in that perpetually cocky way of his. He wore nothing but a pair of white basketball shorts. His dreads were held back by a black bandanna over his head. Ian and Lee both moved towards him as he opened his arms out, taking one of them in each, an asscheek in each hand. For a moment, I was ignored, which I was all too happy with. My heart pounded in my chest and an increasingly loud part of me kept telling me to get the fuck out. My dick was still rock hard though, as I watched them. Ian leaned in to kiss the dealer, and before their mouths even touched, I saw the dealers tongue come out of his mouth and into Ian’s. Ian’s hand slipped down to the shorts, groping the huge black cock underneath it, while Lee’s hand stroked up and down the dealers abs and chest. Even after they broke the kiss, Ian kept hold of the dick while the dealer turned to Lee and shoved his tongue into Lee’s mouth, too. Ian looked at me while it went on, pumping at the cock in his hand, grinning. When the second kiss broke, the dealer looked from Lee, to Ian, and then to me. Through most of my body, I felt a chill as we stared at each other. Everywhere except my cock, which literally sprang to attention. He laughed, and slapped both asscheeks he held, before letting them go. Ian turned and headed to the backroom straight away, while Lee only paused long enough to wink at me before heading that way too. The door was closed by behind him, but not by Lee, and we were alone. “Well well…” The dealer said, as he began to approach me. “I was hoping I’d see you again, boy. I knew the second I gave your little boyfriend that bag that you’d be here.” He reached me, and immediately slipped his hands around my hips and to my ass cheeks, which he squeezed. I gasped. He leaned in close, so that our faces were barely inches away, and I could see every detail, and feel his breath on my face. “So you finally got your cherry popped, then?” I stuttered out an answer, telling him I had, and he grinned at me. His hands squeezed tighter on my ass, so much that it hurt a little, especially when he started pulling them apart and pushing them back together. “You don’t need to be scared, little boy. Definitely not of ol’ Denny. I’m going to take real good care of you tonight. Just so long as you’re worth it.” I didn’t say anything, I didn’t know what he meant, but after a minute, he continued. “First; the rules. Rule 1: No fucking condoms. Got it?” I nodded, instantly. I didn’t even fully hear what he said till I had already agreed to it. Too late now, since he continued straight away. “Rule 2: You’re the new bitch, and that means you don’t get to fuck anyone. If someone wants to suck your dick then they can go right ahead but you’re here to get fucked, understand?” I nodded again. “Rule 3. Anything that’s offered to you, you take. Someone wants to fuck you, you take it. Someone wants your mouth, you give it. Someone wants to pump you full of cum? You beg for it. Someone wants to get you so fucking high you don’t know what’s what? You better fucking thank them for it. You’ll be the most grateful little cunt there is, right?” I nodded once more, though I wasn’t even sure he’d see it. I was frozen to the spot, scared to move, scared to breathe. But he must have seen something, because he grinned again. “Good fucking boy. C’mere.” His hands moved from my ass, upwards, and he pulled me into him, hugging me. I felt myself relax into him, and he laughed. “You’re shaking like a fucking leaf, boy. It cold out there?” I didn’t say anything, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Alright. You’re alright, boy. One last thing.” He let go of me then, and stepped back just a tad. He looked at me, then down, then back at me, and did nothing more. I didn’t know what was happening at first, but I realised, he wants his cock sucked. It was strange, I didn’t remember dropping to my knees. I just found myself there, with this huge black cock in my mouth. I think I’d been sucking it for a while, actually. I couldn’t quite remember. But both his hands were on my head, and he was guiding me up and down. I realised that I was doing nothing at all, other than sucking and moving my tongue. My every movement was controlled by his hands on my head, like a puppet on a string. He pushed me too far down and suddenly I gagged. My body came back to me and I yanked myself off of his cock, out of his grip. My stomach heaved a little, but nothing came up. I was coughing and spluttering and trying to apologise, but he knelt down in front of me. He cupped my face in his hand once I’d regained control of my throat, and smiled. Not in that cocky way, but something more sincere. “Don’t worry, boy. Enjoy it. After this weekend, you’ll never gag on a cock again, so you may as well enjoy the feeling when you can.” With that, he stood up, and stepped out of the shorts that had pooled around his ankles, and headed towards the backroom. He pointed to the two doors. “Kitchen. Bathroom. You come through just as soon as you’re ready, yeah?”

Part 4 - Joyride “He’ll be here in ten minutes.” Lee told me. We were both way too fucked to drive, but Lee’s dealer had a friend that was on his way round, who was happy to come pick us up. Reluctantly, I detached myself from Lee’s dick. He was still sporting a semi that I had been playing with while he sorted the details with his dealer. We still had a little bit of the drone left, which Lee began to set up, while I rummaged through his underwear drawer. “Don’t bother.” He said. “Just get like, jogging bottoms and a shirt or something.” He winked, then snorted his line. “Just what sort of party is this, anyway?” I asked, dropping his pants back into the drawer. He only shrugged. I took the straw and did my line, clearing the glass sheet of any traces, before Lee pulled me into his lap, and we began to kiss once more, feeling each others bodies with our hands. We’d planned to do a few things before we left - shower, get dressed, clean up the traces of what we’d done - but the sound of a car pulling up outside made us aware of how long we had spent kissing. We shot up. Lee grabbed the shirt he had been wearing that day and wrapped the glass sheet in it, sliding it under the bed, along with his rolling box. We had no time to waste on the bed itself, and just left it in it’s messy, sweat soaked state. I flipped the cover to hide the traces of my earlier excitement. Lee pulled himself into a pair of jogging bottoms and a shirt, not even bothering to do up the buttons, while I grabbed a pair of his shorts that were far too baggy for me. I had to hold them up so they didn’t fall. We rushed down the stairs, and I only noticed my lack of a top when we reached the bottom, so I had to grab my hoodie that hung on a peg and wear that. We rammed our shoes on and rushed out the door. Outside, there was a black car waiting for us. I couldn’t really see the guy in the driver's seat, but someone was getting out of the passenger seat. I didn’t know there’d be two people. He was tall, in his late 20’s I guessed, skinny and pale, with a few tattoos in faded blacks and blues. I could see them because he wasn’t wearing a shirt, just jeans. His hair was black, and he was skinny, like me, but with more visible muscle. He looked us both up and down, considering us for a minute, then pointed to me. “You’re with me.” Is all he said as he moved to the backseat door and opened it, climbing in. I looked at Lee, but he just shrugged and smiled. He kissed me on the forehead before heading to the passenger's door. I went to the other door. I only got a glimpse at the driver, who was even older than the unexpected one. In his 40’s, I guessed. He was properly clothed, albeit only in shorts and a t-shirt. His hair, which I guessed to be shoulder length, was tied into a tight knot, and his face was showing signs of age, but in a way that made him seem more handsome, especially with the covering of stubble he had. I could see even through his clothes that he was even more muscled than Lee. He nodded and smiled as I climbed in. He shook Lee’s hand, then began to drive. I had planned on just sitting there normally, but the tattooed one had other plans. Before I was even comfortably sat down, his hands were around me, and I was dragged into the middle of the car to sit right next to him. One arm stayed wrapped around my waist, while the other came up and held my chin as he looked at me. “I’m Ian.” That, it seemed, was all the introduction needed before he pressed his lips up against mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I was horrified at first, but I saw Lee smiling at us out of the corner of my eye, and a hand that I think belonged to Lee squeezed my knee. He introduced us as Lee and Oz while I started to kiss Ian back. “I am Boss.” The driver said. He had an accent that I couldn’t place. It sounded like the way Russians were represented in New York crime shows. I was sure his name wasn’t ‘Boss’, it sounded more like ‘Bauwse’, but ‘Boss’ is what stuck in my head. “Ian!” He suddenly yelled, and Ian’s lips broke from mine in an instant as Ian looked forwards. Boss made a tutting noise, but he was smiling as he looked at us in the rear view mirror. “You wait.” He said in a fashion that wouldn’t be argued with. “They need drink first, yes?” Realisation spread over Ian’s face, and he relaxed into his seat, not letting go of me. His hand went from my chin, downwards and inside my hoodie to a nipple, which he began to play with. “Check box.” Boss said to Lee, who opened the glove compartment. There were several bottles of water in there. “You drink. Important that you stay… Ah… You stay…” “Hydrated.” Ian finished for him. “Seriously Boss, read a book.” Lee passed us back a bottle each, and tried to hand one to Boss, who refused. “Boss is a very cautious driver.” Ian said, rolling his eyes as he opened his bottle. He held it up for a second, as if toasting. “Down in one!” And he did exactly that, pouring the bottle into his mouth and drinking it in loud swallows. I looked at Lee again, who shrugged again, before mimicking Ian. I did the same, and only after I had brought the bottle to my lips did I notice that the bottle wasn’t sealed when I opened it, but I didn’t stop. Lee shoved the empty bottles back into the compartment, and Ian was back on me straight away. Boss made no objections this time. Ian kissed very differently to Lee, who till five minutes ago had been the only person I’d ever kissed. Ian was forceful, holding me in place and doing with my mouth whatever he wanted. His tongue was like a storm in my mouth, and his hands were just as aggressive. My baggy shorts did nothing to prevent his hand from slipping under and grabbing my cock tightly. Half an hour ago, I’d came harder than I could ever remember cumming before, but still it began to swell to his touch. His other hand clumsily pulled me out of my hoodie, and in a few wiggles, by shorts had slipped right down to my ankles, leaving me basically naked and in full view of the occupants of the car, plus any passing motorists. Thinking that just made me harder. I slipped a hand over his denim covered cock and felt his size. Bigger than mine, maybe bigger than Lee’s. He pushed his hand up into my crotch, which I took as an invitation. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. No underwear, just a rock hard cock with a metal ring in the tip. I took hold it and began pumping, only noticing the ring when my knuckles tapped it. I’d never seen a P.A. before, but it looked incredible. I couldn’t say how long we drove for, or where too. I was too absorbed by Ian’s dick, and by mine in his hand, and the way he kissed. It felt like hours might have passed, or seconds. I was finally snapped back to reality when I heard Boss speak. “Ah! Stop, stop. You make me crash.” At first I thought he meant us, but when I looked, I saw that Lee was stretched over to the driver’s side and had his mouth wrapped round Boss’s dick. Lee moved off and it was hidden back inside his shorts before I got a look, but I could tell it was big too. I was the smallest one here. “Nearly there.” Boss told us. I went to pull my shorts back on, but Ian stopped me. “You don’t need those.” Rather than do his jeans back up, he pulled them all the way off, his shoes and socks too. He was completely naked. Lee, at least, didn’t shrug when I looked to him this time, but he did wink, smile and nod. He must have known that I didn’t want to, so he started stripping as well, and was quickly just as naked as Ian and I were. I sighed, and figured I wasn’t getting out of this. I hoped that at least there would be a garage, but when we pulled up outside a house in a rough looking part of town, that hope sank. “I stay clothed. You follow.” Boss said as he cut the engine and got out, holding his keys in his hands. A few seconds later, Ian nodded to Lee, and they opened their doors. I think I would have stayed in the car forever, had Ian not taken me by the wrist and practically dragged me out with him. The cold air wrapped around me, but I only slightly registered it. What I did register was how fucked I suddenly felt. Standing up caused a headrush, and it was only Ian’s arm round my shoulder that got me to the door. The three of us strode naked across the path to the door, our cocks bouncing with each step, as if challenging anyone looking out their windows to call us out on our behaviour. No one did, and we got into the house, Lee coming in last and closing the door behind us.

I can't get enough of pre-loaded holes. Not only is (a mix of strangers') cum the hottest lube there is, but I also prefer the holes on my bottom guys to be stretched, loose and gaping. I'd definitely rather be the last guy in a gang bang than the first

My hot roommate [read: bf with no title] is outa town, so I was looking forward to a few days of non-group fucking (and general alone-time). Not sure how he pulled this off, but he's been finding, screening, arranging and sending guys my way all night. Each guy has a number, they arrive in order (pretty close), some are in couples/groups, and all are exactly who I'd pick in a bar. Some tops, some bottoms, mix of guys we've messed with before and fresh meat. He refuses to respond to my calls/texts, he's stubborn like that. Number 12 just came in my mouth and left. No clue how many are left.... So proud.

Part 2 - Passion Ten minutes and one awkward phonecall later, and we were ready. Lee had to call his dealer and ask for instructions on what to actually do with it. The entire conversation was done in an absurd code, and by the end I thought it would have been less obvious that they were talking about drugs if they had just spoke plainly. For the surface, we took a sheet of hardened glass from Lee’s trophy display cabinet. To crush it, we used a deodorant can, but only after I convinced Lee that using a pestle and mortar was a stupid idea. For the tubes that I would later learn are called ‘snorties’, Lee snuck off to the kitchen and got some straws that he cut short. We were alone in the house, but the sneaking still seemed appropriate, with what we were doing. My heart was pounding in my chest. He cut out two lines on the board. Immediately I thought they were too long, but since I didn’t have a clue, I said nothing. He kissed me once more, long and deep, before leaning down, bringing the straw to his nose and aiming it at the line. He made a slightly unattractive sucking noise with his nose as he took the line. Instantly, he dropped the straw and jerked his head weirdly. “Argh! Christ! Yeah… He warned me it could sting a bit at first…” He looked at me, and his eyes were watering slightly, but he smiled. “Your turn?” He picked the straw up and passed it too me. I took it from him and leaned in. My hand was shaking, so much that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hold it steady enough to actually do it. I felt Lee’s hand on one of my ass cheeks, cupping it and squeezing gently, as he urged me forwards. That was enough to give me the steadiness I needed, for just a moment, so I moved quick. I brought the tube up to my nose, aimed, and did my best to suck with my nose. It was an odd sensation, and one I hadn’t thought about before, but it was easy enough to do. The powder shot straight up the tube and into my nostril as I dragged the far end of the straw along the line. When it hit me, I did exactly as Lee did, dropping the straw, flinching backwards and giving out a cry of pain. ‘Sting’ was too much of an understatement for the burning sensation in my nose, and I tried wiping my nose in a desperate attempt to make it stop. Before I could figure out what was happening, my hand was pulled away and Lee’s lips were on my lips. I didn’t know if he was already feeling it, or if he was trying to distract me, but he pinned me down to the bed and forced his tongue into my mouth, letting me moan my pain into his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his body, twisted my legs in with his and let him grind against me as we kissed. We didn’t surface for air for a solid five minutes, at least. I slipped one hand in between us and managed to take hold of both our dicks, pumping them and making Lee moan. One of his hands twisted into my hair, pulling at it as he held my head in place. I realised that he was trying to get me as turned on as he could - he never liked being rough with me, but he knew I liked it when he did things like this. I was more than happy to let him do it, and it was definitely working. Finally, he broke the kiss and kissed down my neck, then up to my ear, where he whispered. “Feel anything yet?” “Err…” Was my only immediate response. My heart was still thumping, I was hot as all hell, my dick was rock hard and my nose still tingled, but everything other than the last one was a normal result of being with Lee. “I think… Maybe? What about you?” “I don’t know either.” He answered, then looked to the glass sheet. “Maybe we didn’t take enough?” I shrugged. He climbed off me and towards the sheet, and I heard him setting up more lines. I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted to do more, but as I watched him, from this position, his ass was completely exposed to me. Immediately, I moved forwards, brought my mouth to his exposed hole and slipped my tongue in. “Aaaah, fuck!” He said, moaning in a way I hadn’t heard him moan before. He continued setting up the lines, and I heard him snort his. He pushed his ass back against my face as he did so, and I buried my tongue as deep into him as I could. He moved away from me, twisting to hand me the straw. He stayed sitting in such a way that I had to crawl over his lap to get to the glass. As I did, he took my cock in one hand and my ass in the other, pumping my dick and teasing my hole with a single finger. This time, rather than encouraging me, I almost found it more difficult to take my line with him teasing me like that. I just about managed it, and this time it stung slightly less. Lee continued to play with me for a moment while I let it sink in, before he pulled me back onto the bed for another deep kissing session. This went on for a while, with us going at each other like we hadn’t seen each other in years, with occasional interruptions to take another line, which I noticed got slightly bigger with each instance. I still wasn’t sure that I was feeling the effect of anything for quite some time, till some point after our fifth interruption, when I realised just how badly I wanted to fuck Lee. Suddenly I became extremely aware of how hot we were, we were dripping with sweat, my heart was pounding like I’d never felt it before, and I could feel Lee’s doing the same. Yet all I could think of was ramming my cock deep inside his ass and fucking him as hard as I could. It took all of what little self control I had left to pull myself off of him. “What is it?” He said when he realised I was stopping. “Is something wrong?” For a minute, I thought I was going to say that I wanted to stop. That it was too overwhelming and I was scared, which I was. But when I saw him laying there, his muscles all standing out and swimming in his sweat and mine, his rock hard cock literally bouncing to attention, desperate to be touched again, and the passion in Lee’s eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen before. His pupils were huge, and I could tell that even as he spoke, he was struggling to resist the urge to grab me and continue. I looked from him, to the drugs, and back to him. “Set up one more.” I told him. “Then you’re going to fuck me."

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

It the Slut Factor. All guys (straight and gay) know that if a guy/girl gets around a lot, chances of them getting their dick wet and unloading their balls are good. No one hits on the prude. You look for the one thats flirty, wears tight/revealing clothes, drunk/high, breath smells like fresh dick, hole is loose and caked in jizz, etc. You compare notes with other guys, trade pics, introduce the lil' slut to other guys. You call them a "slut/whore/bitch" and they don't take offense. They wear the title with pride. Sluts provide a necessary service. They provide sexual gratification. Unlike true whores, they do it for free, for the thrill alone, for the sexual pleasure and excitement. They humble and quell a man's raging need to breed. They satisfy urges in a man that otherwise would have turned into an actual rape. With each orgasm achieved, every ejaculation received, every lustful desire turned into reality, the world becomes a better place. Yes, men love sluts.

Unless you got that sweet kinda hole you can throw a fuck right in to, I wanna be second or third in line. Then come back later, and hit it one more time. I love churnin' my dick around in a sloppy banged-out party hole

$5 FOR CUM: I had to keep shifting my pants as I followed Booker down the street, away from the soup kitchen as my ass was throbbing from Lil’John’s 11.5 inch Rican dick and dripping from his big load. He stretched me out good and I felt I was walking a little awkwardly as my hole tried to get back to its normal shape. I wished Lil’John had fucked me more, but instead, I was now following Booker down the cold, windy streets to an abandoned building where he said the homeless guys hang out. First, we had to get some change as Booker said all the big, dirty (and I hoped charged up) dicks were going to fuck me and for every load I would pay them $5. Hence the new tramp stamp he had given me with a Sharpie before we left the soup kitchen: $5 FOR CUM Booker found a corner store where he knew the owner; we got a thick wad of $5s, which he tucked into his front pocket; and proceeded several more blocks to an even seedier looking area than what Skid Row had been. We stopped in front of an empty lot, strewn with heaps of trash, bent and stepped through a split in the chain link fence, and walked to the right side of an old loading dock where the gap between the fence and the wall was barely big enough for a person. About half way down the wall Booker stopped, bent, used two fingers to pop open a piece of plywood that was covering a busted door, and we stepped inside. It looked like an old warehouse or maybe manufacturing plant of some kind and as we entered the first large room I saw several groups of men huddled around barrels, burning whatever they found to keep warm. Others were sitting on old car seats smoking, drinking, laughing. While not warm, it was far better in here than in the bitter wind outside. No one paid us any mind as we meandered our way through the patrons of this hole in the wall joint. Booker walked with clear knowledge of where he was going and we went through a couple more rooms, then took some rusted, metal stairs down into the basement, then through another door and down again, our way lit by the flickering flames of fires in several small, metal trash cans. There was a film of water on the floor, rats scurried here and there, and the hall we were in was stuffed with pipes, vents, and various mechanical noises. A light shown from the far end and as we got closer, the temperature got much warmer. I could hear voices, and smell the rank of wet, moist, sweaty bodies. We stepped through the twisted, metal door and into another world. The room was fairly large, I could see several men sitting around on boxes and old chairs, and there was a criss-cross stack of old, torn mattresses to the side with a few others scattered around the room piled with rank clothing and debris, or people for all I could tell. The air was heavy with smoke, and it was HOT! I quickly realized half of what I thought was smoke was actually steam that was coming out of a valve halfway up the far wall. From the midst of men, Brucie stood up, a big ass grin on his face as he walked over, shook Booker’s hand, then grabbed me in a strong embrace. Booker laughed and said, “I think someone’s happy to see you,” and without further warning Brucie started pawing at my coat, pants, and other clothes getting me undressed. “What the fuck is this place?” I asked. Brucie looked at me, then Booker and I guess Brucie did not like to speak much as Booker answered, “Brucie’s dad used to work in this building when he was a kid so he knows all the tunnels and shit that run through the neighborhood that the maintenance people used to use. As you can see, some of the buildings around still have heat and power, so Brucie and his friends just help themselves a bit. Keep warm, safe, and gives them a secret hideout to have fun in. Hell, Brucie’s even rigged up a hose shower someplace down here, but don’t think the fuckers use it much from what I can tell. Ain’t that right Brucie?” Brucie answered, “Yes,” and by this time had me stripped and a crowd had gathered and Brucie, as our host, took first dibs and slid his thick AIDs filled dick up my cum filled ass. He then fuck-walked me a few steps to the side so I could grab a metal post for support and once Brucie was balls deep he dug his filthy nail into my hips like the fuck he gave me earlier and yelled, “RELEASE THE KRAKEN!” which startled the hell out me. Everybody fucking busted out laughing, but not Brucie, who was on a mission to fuck my sloppy ass good and hard. Unknown hands ran over my naked body, outlining the cash offer tramp stamp on my back as Brucie fucked me. Booker scooped up my clothes, pulled a chair up and sat down near my head and lit up a cigarette while Brucie banged me out. To be heard over the jeers, cheers, and slut calls, Booker had to holler a bit, “YOU’RE A FUCKING FAG FLESHLIGHT YOU KNOW THAT? NOT EVEN A GOD DAMN PERSON. JUST A FUCKTARD FOR THESE GUYS TO USE. JESUS CHRIST YOU’RE A WHORE! A TOTAL, GRADE-A MITCH – OR MAN BITCH.” I only grunted in reply as Brucie straightened, tensed, and took two steps forward as he planted another load inside me. I sighed, my body relishing the POZ jizz. Brucie slid out of my ass and harsh words were exchanged between who would be next but through some sort of communication I did not understand, the men around me stepped me back, Brucie patted me on my back and smiled in thanks, then pulled his pants back up before walking over to the back of the room. He came walking back a minute later with two stools and set them by the post side-by side. Brucie then scavenged around some more, found a piece of plywood that met his satisfaction and a few old pillows, came back, arranged them one atop the other and smiled at his handy work. Yardey fuck bench and just the right height for me to get doggie style and suck dick while being fucked. I realized this was probably not Brucie’s first time doing this little set up and the smile and knowing look in his eyes confirmed that. I wonder how many suburban pussies he had fucked down here? Fucking nasty sluts and now I was one of them! “LISTEN UP FUCKERS,” Booker yelled, “YOU ALL KNOW THE DEAL. OUR MAN BRUCIE HERE HAS BROUGHT YOU A LITTLE TASTE TODAY, SOME TRUE DOWN TO EARTH PINK HOLE THAT’S JUST FUCKING CRAVING DICK. LET ME TELL, I’VE SEEN THIS CUNT TAKE SOME MEAT SO LINE THE FUCK UP. ITS ABOUT THAT ROUGH, RAW, AND REAL SHIT TODAY AND FOR EVERY LOAD YOU BLOW IN THAT SLOPPY PUSSY, I GOT A $5 FOR YOU UNTIL THE STACK RUNS OUT. HAVE AT IT!” I was surrounded by hungry, hungry dick and caught glimpses of a few true monsters in the midst before my head and mouth was forced to focus on sucking a stanky, crusty dick that pushed between my lips. My stomach clenched and I gagged and the men laughed and I loved it and as my throat relaxed to let him in, so did my bruised ass lips as the first homeless guy slammed up in me with nothing but the cum I had there for lube. I don’t know how they arranged who would go in what order, but Booker had been right when he said they were all big and I was in pig heaven! The dirty fuckers were all talking smack as they took turns, egging each other on, or letting their fellow breeders know what they were doing: “MY ANACONDA’S FUCKING DEEP IN THERE – SNAKE IS SPITTING… CREAMPIE BITCH TAKING MY POZ LOAD… LEMME INSPECT THAT BOOTY, OH HELL YEAH! TAINTED LOVE FOR YOU BABY, TAINTED LOVE…. PLANT THOSE BABIES, YEAH FUCK THESE KIDS I WON’T HAVE TO SUPPORT… POUND THAT ASS, POUND IT HARDER!... FUCKING PRICK TEASE, RAPE THAT HOLE, TEACH YOU A LESSON… MY DIRTY DICK FEEL GOOD? STUPID BITCH TAKING MY FUCKED UP LOAD…. BANG IT OUT, TRAPHOUSE PUSSY RIGHT HERE!!” It did not take long for me to start sweating from the heat of the room and the intense pounding my ass was taking, but they would not let me up and no mercy was given. The one pause in the action was when some dude I was sucking shot his load in my mouth then got pissed when Booker would not give him $5. “That’s not what the fucking sign says,” Booker explained. “It goes in his bug chasing ass if you want the cash. If you shot it down his throat, well that’s just a bonus for him so get the fuck out!” Finally, I could not take it anymore and quickly spit the dick out of my mouth and slid off the bench before the next guy could stick his rank meet in my ass. Booker leaned down and looked me in the face, “What the fuck you think you’re doing? You know the deal. Ripper wants that cootch so swollen its got its own zip code, so no matter what, you ain’t done.” I assured him it was not that, it was just between the heat and the position, I needed a break. Booker nodded, picked up his chair, took it over and set it down by the mattresses, came back, leaned back down and pushed me onto my back onto the damp floor. He then knelt, jammed three fingers in my ass and started digging around as I squirmed and snarled, “YOU GET THAT WORTHLESS ASS UP RIGHT NOW AND GET OVER THERE!” The gangbang bunch seemed to like this idea even better and as soon as I was bent over the pile of mattresses and being fucked, a couple guys got on them with me, rubbing me, pissing on me, spitting on me, talking shit, making me suck their dick, anything they wanted. I had – I felt – taken the multiple guys pretty well especially considering this was not something I had done before. Next up was a top that was a good 11 inches and thick and on his wasted, thin body, it looked much bigger. The man had that Heroin chic look with ribs that poked out of his chest, hip bones like an anorexic, and I was not sure there was enough muscle on his body for him to fuck me. I scrambled off the mattresses and got on my knees on the floor and worshipped him, kissed his sunken form, and slurped on his Nightshade dick. All the blood in his tortured body quickly rushed to his big cock, and with my ass back up on the mattresses, he pushed my hips down, did that sprinter straddle one leg up shit on the bed, with the other angled back, and scraped my insides from edge to deep fold as he plowed me. I gasped in pain, pleasure, and delight! “FUCK MY ASS, FUCK ME HARDER, BREED MY NASTY HOLE!!” I begged. He tore me up, shot his load into my cum filled guts, slurped out, and I braced myself for the next anonymous dick. The raw dick kept coming and the $5 kept being peeled off and dished out by Booker for each load. These guys were not hanging around as once they had their nutt and cash they were off to find their next high, meal, or hustle. A pair of shadows descended upon my back, cast by the mammoth BBCs that now stood over my tempting hole. The room hushed, and I knew this fuck would be special and I wanted it, needed it, craved a fucking beating in my guts that would totally fill me. Booker knelt on the scuzz covered mattress pile and said to me, “I think you were told to be careful what you wished for? These DL, gutter-tripe brutes fuck to rape, rape to hurt, and hurt to shred and infect. No going back now fag. You been chasing that bug, well these tube steaks are rotten to the core and long past their expiration date.” I flipped over and stared at the twin mountains of man flesh that planned to envelope me in darkness. Looking up, they seemed incredibly tall, thick, and psycho-killer scary looking. Long scraggly hair, bushy beards, missing teeth in their smiles, and their black skin was covered in layers of dust and dirt giving them a zombie-esque look. Their dicks were thick and one looked about twice as long as the other and from my vantage point I could smell their ripe balls and unwashed dick heads. YUMM!! The mattress pile sagged under the weight of the first Titan who sat down on the edge, flipped me back onto my stomach and buried his furry face in my sloppy ass. His tongue felt as big as some dicks as he slurped my hole and I shifted my hips and spread my legs apart to allow him full access. When he came up for air and said, “AAAHHHHH…..DAMN GOOD SLUT BUTTER,” I turned my head to see his bushy beard now matted with chunks and streams of the various loads that had been planted in me. He then laid back on the bed, grabbed me hard and pulled me up onto his chest so that I had to straddle his girthy body. His hands grabbed my head and guided me to his mouth, where his tongue flicked back and forth, frothy with ass juice and anxious to share. I inhaled my last breath of fresh air before I was lost in his funk, his scratchy beard, and his forceful kisses. As we kissed, he spread his legs wide and I could feel his dick growing, growing, and growing against my left side. His partner in crime then climbed onto the mattresses in the vacant space made, and started scraping my ass crack and hole with his dirty, sharp fingernails and asked, “YOU READY TO SERVE THESE BAD ASS-MOTHA-FUCKAS WITH THESE FOOT LONG SUBS? YOU READY TO GET TAG FUCKED, DOUBLE STUFFED, AND SHARED LIKE A GOOD BITCH? YOU READY TO GET THESE LONG DICKS IN IT – STUFF THAT PUSSY AND MAKE IT TALK BACK?” “Please give me your fucking AIDs dick!” I cried. They both laughed, grunted and wheezed, and the man behind me snarled, “FUCKING FAG CANCER IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES NOW. YOU’VE LANDED THE FUCK IN SODDOM AND GOMORRAH.” Booker knelt on the edge of the mattress pile and got in close to take more cell pics of cum being pulled out of my ass like taffy by the BBC’s calloused hands. Then as the man on bottom held me tight and continued to kiss me, his partner forced his stallion dick into my slutty ass, pushing streams of old cum out like cake frosting from a tube as my assailants got down to their dirty business. Booker continued to click away with his cell, “Fuck damn. Ripper’s gonna love seeing this shit.” My rapist pushed hard and fast with no mercy, “TAKE THIS FAG CUNT WRECKER. LUV MAKING GROWN MEN CRY. RAPING IT WITH MY BIG OLD BLACK DICK. GONNA BANG THAT BACK AND MAKE YOU SAY MY NAME. COME ON NOW, OPEN THAT CUM DUMP ASS FOR ME. FUCKING $5 WHORE. THAT’S ALL YOU ARE. GOD DAMN WORTHLESS SHIT DOWN HERE LETTING THESE PANSIES RUTT UP ON YOU LIKE THAT. YOU LIKE THAT BLACK DICK? HOW’S THAT MONSTER FEEL? FEEL LIKE YOU GOT TO SHIT? THAT’S THE WAY IT SHOULD BE – STUFFED TO THE FUCKING GILLS WITH MY NASTY DICK AND BLOODY CUM LOADS.” I was caught between two mounds of man flesh and my mouth was being worked by a greedy tongue, while my greedy ass took a desperate pummeling. My mouth was getting chapped and chafed from the rough kissing and the longer the fuck went on, the deeper into my mouth the guy kissing me tried to get until my jaws were open so wide it hurt. I cringed and cried out into his mouth as his partner vacated my ass and climbed off the mattresses. He then let go of my head and I finally got to breathe and squinted my face and rubbed my mouth to get the feeling back in. I turned my head and asked plaintively, “Did you cum?” The guy who had been fucking me was standing there flopping the ass juice off his dick and laughed, “JUST GAVE YOU A QUART OF OIL. GOT IT PRIMED FOR YOU.” The guy who had been kissing me pushed me off his sweaty body, rolled off the side of the mattresses, walked back around to the end and said, “Get down here.” I figured he wanted me to suck him but instead, he roughly pushed my head down and put it into a WWF head-lock between his beefy thighs. He then reached forward and grabbed my right arm and twisted is back and held it firm as he scraped and clawed at my asshole and then spanked each cheek red and tender so the outside of my ass matched the inside. He released my head and ordered, “SUCK ME. I WANT THAT LONG NECK. CHEW ON THAT FORESKIN FIRST, BITE IT HARD, MAKE ME SEE THOSE TEETH MARKS, THEN CLEAN OFF THAT WHITE, CHUNKY HEAD CHEESE.” I started to set up on the end of the mattresses so I could do that and he slapped my face and said, “NO DUMB QUEER. LAY ON YOUR BACK. I’M GONNA STUFF THAT THROAT.” I quickly flipped over and got a great view of his skyscraper dick and full balls that drooped and flopped like Bassett Hound ears. I started to gnaw on his rank foreskin, he started to tweak his nipples and moan and groan in pleasure, and soon I was choking and snotting as he played Gag-the-Fag. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!” the throat fucker yelled at me for the third time. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to touch him, feel his hairy legs as he made my throat sore, and at times try to guide his 12+ inch wrist thick dick. His partner found some frayed, wet, old rope in a corner someplace and bound my wrists together so now I had no choice to give him the neck he wanted. I gasped and fought to clear the funk out of my eyes that had dripped from his dick and my mouth when he finally pulled his dick out. I didn’t have much luck before he flipped me onto my stomach, my bound hands uncomfortably jammed against my sternum. “WHEN WE MUG LITTLE WHITE SLUTS LIKE YOU WE TAKE IT ALL. ALL YOUR CASH, ALL YOUR GOODS, AND ALL YOUR HOLES,” my banger bros said in warning, “READY TO FEEL THE FORCE OF A MANDINGO MASTER? READY TO GET THAT PUSSY MURDERED?” My ass was open and well fucked, but the son of a bitch still hurt like a demon when he jumped into my hole and started pounding. Each thrust scooted me a little forward on the mattresses as he dug deeper and harder inside me. He was a man on a mission and pounded with ferocity, stretching me wide open. I closed my eyes and relished the depths at which he plunged and he knew I was loving it when he laid his face next to mine as he continued to fuck and whispered, “Fucking good bitch. Taking it all. Next time I want you to fight me. Fight back hard as you can. That shit turns me the fuck and I’ll rape you so fucking hard you’ll be stepping sideways for a month.” I mumbled, “Yes Master,” which made him groan, growl, and slam harder. He than yanked his dick out, pulling my insides with it and making me feel like I had just given birth to a 60 pound calf that had ruptured my womb. I got flipped onto my back, the blood and feeling rushed back into my bound arms now that my – and his – weight was off them. His partner was standing to the side stroking his hefty dick, which was raring to go and Booker was angling to get the best shots on his cell. I hope Ripper was happy with what he was seeing as I sure the fuck was. My fucker lifted my legs up and braced my ankles against his chest, then with his giant hands cupped my ass cheeks, hefted me up a bit, and pushed his slippery dick back into my bruised ass. “HA, HA – THAT’S RIGHT – I KNOW I’M BOTTOMING OUT AND HITTING ALL THOSE CUNT SPOTS WHEN YOUR EYES FUCKING ROLL BACK IN YOUR HEAD. BEG FOR THIS FUCKING DICK! TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU WANT THAT PUSSY MURDERED AND BRED!” Several minutes later I stood on shaky legs, my hips feeling like they were displaced and my body aching as Booker angled me for another money shot picture of my hole that he said was black and blue, swollen up, and dripping from that final load. He laughed and said, “I don’t think we have enough $5s left for that beating you just took.” Booker was right. While the other dick I had taken was all good, the last two fuckers were…well fucking amazing…and I had an idea of how maybe I could pay them back. An hour later, I was back in my room at the seedy hotel on Skid Row. I had been stripped, hog tied, and sandwiched between the last two BBC breeders from the abandoned building. They were happy to accept my offer of coming back to my room and keeping my holes filled until they ran dry, but for now they were being surprisingly tender as they took turns kissing me, sliding their dick in and out to keep my ass open and wet, and making me feel like a double stuffed Oreo. I knew that wouldn’t last though, especially as they both began to whisper between the kisses of the rape to come.

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Uniting all barebackers from the nordic countries (Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Finland and Iceland) A group-post to gather all raw vikings. So if you are from or live in one of the nordic countries, make yourself known here. _____________________________________________________________________________ I'm a norwegian barebacker. Vers btm, neg (or was on the test in june 2015) Looking for hookups, chat and friends for raw fun. Can be more top with some guys.

As a top, I love to know that the guy I fuck has been used by hundreds of guys before me. I don't know why, but knowing how much loads and cocks he has taken before is such a turn on for me. I love my bottoms slutty and loaded. It's like when you fuck a guy and discover he is already loaded. It's always a pleasant surprise. Any top studs thinking the same? Do you bottoms like to impress tops with your personal records and emptied-cocks history?

I've been hella stressed out betwen new job and new home so needed to pound some hot butt, so hoped onto Craigs and BBRT, and within by lunch time had fucked 2 neighbors asses. The 1st was a short, big white kid from Craigs who had chatted with me before after I responded to his butt pic with an ad wanting a Daddy to fuck him. Here was his big phat ass: The big boy was happy to please, or maybe I'm a pig and will stick my dick into any hole. This kid was shy when I stepped through his door, and probably so because he's labelled a "fatty" by lots of gays. Sad, cause all he asked I bring poppers and otherwise had music going, candle lit, and his wet hungry lips around my dick in just a few minutes of getting to his bed. I leaned back on his bed and he went straight down -- made me moan from he sucking. His bedroom window was wide open so I wondered which neighbors could hear us. His nips got stiff when I tweaked them and he moaned when I suck on his neck. Then he got up and laid on his big belly and showed his gorgeous ASSets to me. OH FUCK his butt was incredibly perky, mostly smooth, white without blemish, and just damned big. The black in me popped out with this big kids butt in front of my dick; so I dove in and smothered his fat white cheeks in my face! This big boy moaned so loud when I'd stick my tongue up in his pucker. I fingered his asshole and damn was he tight! His teeth cringed until he started snorting the poppers I brought him, then his hole loosened up around my finger. It was time. I aimed my bare dick at this big kids phat ass and tried opening his pucker up. He flat out told me: "just shove it all in". FUCK! So I shoved my bare dick balls deep. He let out whimpers and moans. I just ignored those and re-positioned my hands on the big kids lower back and my waist right at his fat ass to prep for rabbit fucking. I had been so fucking stressed out and now I'm going to pound the shit out of his fat ass. 10 minutes after us both working up a sweat from pounding -- my phone goes off. I pickup and a contractor told me that he needed to meet in 20mins. SHIT! I pull my pre-cummy dick out of the kids hole and tell him I gotta go, sorry. He was so let down! And said more than once that I should come back. The 2nd was a furry white forties guy from BBRT who hadn't shared all his pics with me but we had chatted before and now he had posted an ad wanting to be fucked anon. Here was his round furry ass: Now this is about an hour after running errands with that contractor who called, so I'd eaten lunch, recharged, and now my dick was raging again. I found out this guy was just 5mins away so told him I could be over stat and he sent me his address with instructions. He had said: "walk up front door, then hand left, and I'll be ready". I drove over his place ASAP just as the Fedex guy was about to drop off packages. When I opened the door and called out just to make sure this was a setup, and some male voice answered from the distance but I couldn't hear what he had said, so I repeated "it's me". Then he comes down the stairs, only in a jock, slapping on a blindfold, holding onto the railing, and says: "sorry didn't think you were coming." It was so sexy watching him walk me towards the downstairs bedroom blindfolded. He was 5'8ish, slim toned but meaty, dark haired and scruffy, furry chest and furry legs, and a bubble butt bouncing around when he walked in front of me. I was admiring the view when he reached a bed, crawled up, got on all fours, put his blindfolded face down, and stuck his bare furry ass in the air. I could not believe the view of his bare butt staring at me so I asked if I could take a pic and he said "sure". That pic is attached. After I took the pic of his ass, I switched to texts and SHIT! A coworker needed me to hop on a company call ASAP. FUCKIN A! I thought: "I can't be one of those walk aways or he'll never invite me over again." So I dropped down to my knees and started munching on his hairy butthole. Damn he smelled of musk! He had a runners build so maybe he just got back from a run? I rimmed his ass more but anon neighbor didn't moan or respond really so maybe he wasn't into butt play. I looked down, though, and my cock was raging stiff. So I just told him: "Hey my boss needs me to call him like now. I'm just going to pop off a quick one up your butt. K?" He said, "yea man. Use it." I couldn't believe it, so had to make sure he understood what I was going to do: "It's going to be really quick man. You sure?" He just said: "yep" So there it was. I looked at his bare plump runners ass, aimed my dick at his hairy hole, shove my raw dick up his hole, and tried to start thrusting. Then he blurted out: "use that hole man. nutt it up." I couldn't hold back. My cock was too full and fuck it -- I just leaned in until his buttcheeks spread against my waist and my balls were deep up his hole. And I blew -- I was damn loud when I felt my cum finally dumping. Unloading that backed up nutt that the big kid's fat ass had edged a few hours earlier, and looking down a some anonymous neighbors plump hairy butt that had taken my load up his cumhole. After work, I was all smiles and stress free again.

Generalizing, but younger guys, while cuter and more physically fit, tend to be a little boring in the sack. Guys closer to my age tend to be more adventuresome and interesting. I haven't noticed any difference in overall flakiness as relates to age, though.

A few minutes ago. Top on Scruff visiting in a hotel right next to work. Spent lunch riding his dick and taking his load. Second bare experience and load taken from a random hookup since PrEP. Less guilt more fun. Think I am getting hooked.

32 year old bottom guy in Palm Beach County (north county) looking to get converted. Verbal tops looking to give me their viral load. I do not party but love poppers. Anonymous is hot but doesn't have to be. Give me your load and do not pull out until fully drained deep in my ass.

As in so many things, there isn't just one answer for me. If I'm attending a mass breeding, I like to taste and fuck during all stages. I love to be the first up the hole, let other guys in, feel and taste the difference, fuck more, let the breeding start, churn the loads and shoot my own into the mixed loads of others.

Used to see a (married) military guy every so often. While we has our long, drawn out fuck sessions once or twice a week when his wife would go on hours long shopping trips or girls nite out, he'd stop by two to three times a week after PT. instead of showering and getting ready at home, he come to my place for a quick BJ or pump and dump. Sometimes, to save time, we'd fuck in the shower. He could get his body and pipes cleaned simultaneously. God I loved the smell of his fresh perspiration as I sucked his huge black dick. I guess it paid off because he helped me get my first steady, good paying job on base. It was fun seeing him on base, eating lunch at Subway or getting coffee. I'd look at him and smile, knowing that just a couple of hours before, he pumped me full of his cum.

Most of my top fuck buddies love knowing my hole has a load or two in it.

I heard they're on hiatus for awhile.... give it a few weeks. Everybody still lives here.

By: Addicted_2_Cum http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Morning-breeding-session-28266351 Morning breeding session Took the day off of work and this is the first load I took. I ended up with six loads in my ass by noon.

I won't be in the host hotel, but I"m just around the corner in the Travel Lodge. I can't wait for the 7 hour piss party...pissing AND bareback fucking...

CHAPTER 7: Dad: I usually wake up so goddamn horny and I really wanted Cody’s ass right then and there, but since he’s been out of the hospital I’ve been the bottom in our relationship. I’ve known for some time that I’m chasing the bug but my boy managed to get himself knocked up first, so he would get to do the honors. Part of me hoped I’d convert and then give Cod the bug, but given Cod was the bottom at Sam’s blindfolded sex party, I could hardly be surprised That morning my cock was rock hard right in the crack of his sweet little ass. Shifting slightly, my precum lubed his pussy. “Daddy”, I could hear him groan, decidedly groggy. "Yeah, boy?" “Daddy,” again murmured, “Please …….. please fuck me.” I honestly wanted to breed him, but had decided Code would be the top in our relationship until such time as I convert. Kissing his neck, I answered “Get on your stomach baby boy.” Cody turned over without hesitation. I had decided to eat his hole until he was so horny he would beg for me to stop so he could breed me. Cody was my son, but he was also my boyfriend, and licking his sexy little fuck hole was one of my favorite things to do. Anyway, even if my cock was leaking like a faucet, and wanted to be inside of him, it was good for me to discipline myself. “Daddy, please.” I said nothing. We both moaned. I continued to lick his ass forcing as much of my tongue into his hole as I was able. “Dahhh." I continued rimming him. “Dad…. Please… fuck, please fucking breed me Dad.” I continued to ignore him and eat his hole. My tongue was just inside of him and my hot pants warmed his cheeks. “Dad … fuck … please Dad, please fuck me,” Cod continued begging. I, however, simply returned his moan, albeit into his ass as I continued eating him, increasing the pleasure my mouth and tongue were giving him. Again he begs me, “Dad… please.” Finally I responded “No, Code, you have to breed your Dad.” We both moaned as I continued working my magic on his hole. "Okay, Dad, okay. I just need to get off.” Finally. I would get what I want. “How you want me?” “On your back, legs up,” Code replied a bit sharply. I sensed I might have teased him a bit too much. I stopped sucking on his ass, re-positioning myself so I was on my back, pulling my legs up to expose my hole. For a guy who just awoke Cod moved quickly into position to take command of my ass, a determined look on his face. This would be a rough fuck. With that I felt his wet cock touch my hole. “This what you want?” I just looked at him. “You want this poz cock? That it Dad?” I nodded in affirmation. “Then say as much," he demanded. Looking into his eyes I stated “I want that poz cock Cod, … fuck me.” With that he pushed his cock head into my hole. He slowly pushed his way in, and the sensation was that of fire burning my flesh. My eyes rolled back into my head as they closed and I focused on my breathing as his cock continued to descend into me; it hurt like hell, but then I felt his crotch against my cheeks. He was balls-deep. “Ahhhhhh … yeah … yeah … that’s it Cod, fuuuuuuck … give your old man the bug. Fuck yeah, I’m not gonna fuck you again ‘til I test poz, Cod.” “That so?” Cod asked as he withdrew, only to push in, again balls-deep. This time it seriously hurt. “Fine” his only retort to stabbing me with his poz dick. Cod said nothing more, but instead focused on finding a strong, effective fuck-rhythm, quick, but long strokes. Involuntarily we both moaned in satisfaction, but Cod would have no distraction: he was entirely focused on breeding me, and I was focused on taking what he’s got. “Yeah boy … yeah Cod … fuck me … fuck your Dad.” Cod again moaned, but no words. Placing my hands on his thighs, the alternate tensing and relaxation of his thigh muscles told me he was lost in his commitment. The sweat I could feel pooling on his body also suggested his would be a quick fuck. “Ahhhhhh … fuck … Ahhhhhhhh fuck … yeah … yeah,” we both grunted, both in heat. “Gonna cum …. I’m ….," followed by one last groan and then “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! FUCK! DAD! TAKE IT! TAKE THAT POZ LOAD! You’re gonna be poz, Dad!” “Yeah, boy! Fuck yeah!” Cod's rhythm slowed as he slowly worked his HIV+ sperm into me. “Fuck," I murmured as he leaned down and we made out. I took three more loads from him that day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chris: Did I really just watch my little brother get fucked and bred? I know he’s gay, but still, it’s seriously kind of hot to watch. I got home a few minutes ago and realize my brother is having company, and “They’re fucking on my bed!”, I think; part of me feels guilty but I decide to watch. My younger brother Tyler is begging for poz cum, I know his ex is poz, but this is certainly adds a new wrinkle. I’ll have to find a way to bring it up and let him know I’m chasing, too. I’ve been chasing for over a year now, but I didn’t realize he’s into it even after he told me he stopped taking Prep. I know Tyler likes to shower right after sex so I creep back to the kitchen and watch him let Mark’s boy Cody leave. I can’t believe Cody is trying to infect Tyler and Tyler is begging him to do it. I hear the water in the bathroom running so I find some porn and put it on the big screen, pause it, and wait. When I hear the water stop I unpause it and slowly turn the volume up enough that if you get to the living room you’ll know exactly what I’m watching – I start jacking my cock thinking about what just happened. Tyler comes walking through the house naked with his towel when he gets to the living room and realizes I’m beating off to porn, he just looks at me, I look at him; we both kinda smirk. I nod at him giving my approval, “Its cool”, with that he walks in and looks at the TV, “HOT”, his only remark. On the screen are two guys that could be brothers, but probably aren’t, the title of it clearly reads, “Fucking my little brother”. I look at Tyler again, and he looks at me and just sits down on the couch. I keep jerking my cock, and without a blip, even after just having sex, he starts to jerk his cock, too. The video picks up the pace and the “brothers” are fucking bareback, the older brother on top and the younger one on his knees. I glance over at Tyler, he’s not looking at me, he’s too into the video. We both keep stroking our cocks with light moans here and there, “Getting’ close”, “Me too”, I scoot a little closer and we’re sitting side by side on the couch, legs and shoulders touching. I can see his cock is wet with precum, mine is too, I reach over and lightly touch his cock head and get some precum on my fingers, he just looks at me, but doesn’t say a word – I lick his precum off my hand, “So hot”, I think. We keep jerking and I know he’s close, so am I, “Gonna cum”, “Me too”, the brothers on screen are full on fucking and I know the video is close to ending, “FUCK”, I blurt out and my cock starts spitting out its load, “AHhhhh…” and then I see Tyler blowing his load, too. After a minute like that, I turn the video off, “Gotta get a towel”, Tyler wipes up his cum with his bath towel, “Here”; I use his bath towel to wipe up my load. For the next few days I look for tell-tale signs that Tyler is being fucked on my bed, and this week I’m pretty sure he got fucked Tuesday and Thursday. I start coming home early as much as I can hoping to get to watch again, but he’s either gone, or just watching TV; I decide to put a wireless motion sensing camera in my bedroom. I’m checking the recording daily, but nothing, then after the 2nd day of the camera being installed, sure enough, Tyler and Cody are at it again fucking on my bed. I beat off right there. “I’ve got to get in on this”, I think. I decide to let Tyler catch me jacking off to a video of him begging Cody for poz cum.

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.”

Lucky fucker. I would be curious to know if your friend has been fucked by his dad too and try to get them to fuck you together. Although maybe the exciting thing is they don't know about each other?

Just rolled the dice with a poz ud black guy. 1 in 70 hey

Wanting to go. Would be my first time. What can I expect?

GusPigBear, I'd be happy to eat a few loads out of your hole. Maybe even add mine.... Hopefully get mine flooded/stretched too....

I am just a hole. Use me.

A Bottom who always fucks n takes DNA everywhere all the time is known as slut, cumdump, whore. A top who fucks n spreads his DNA everywhere all the time is known as a STUD

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

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

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

I'll be around that weekend...sling and rimseat at the ready.

sauna NZ in amsterdam is always good for a few loads. i dont know if poz or not but i didnt ask either.

will be at host hotel taking every load I can get. Please add yours to my hole!

Part 13 Monday morning rolled around. I had slept soundly after being in the sun by and in the pool. Add to that the session with Neil and Glen had drained me of my energy. I was reinvigorated though now and ready for the week. I set about moving through the day which was uneventful. The usual meetings and questions plus calls and correspondence filled my day. Stuart made sure that everything went smoothly. I’d have to reward him some way for making my life so easy. I did not want to lose him. The day ended with me going home and going through my mail after seeing and spending time with my girls. I got a call from a buddy—Jerry—who asked if I’d like to go to a movie with him. We arranged to meet and spent the evening in the dark theater. Afterwards, we grabbed a light supper and went our separate ways. I went off to bed as soon as I took care of my girls again. There was a need on occasion to recharge the batteries and just take things easy. I woke up a couple of times during the night and listened. It was an odd feeling but since I heard nothing and my girls didn’t give any hint of things out of order, I went back to sleep. Tuesday went about the same as Monday. I made notes on my calendar to get money for James for this Friday and next Thursday. I told Stuart I was taking time off so that he could get ready any papers for me before I left and notified department heads of my time out of the office and being unavailable to contact. There was a pecking order that was followed when I was gone. I left on time going home after picking up some things at a couple of stores. I got home and had just let my girls out when the phone rang. I answered it and found Kevin on the line. “Hey, man. How’s my favorite neighbor up the street,” Kevin asked. “I’m doing okay. How are you, Kevin? You three work over any poor unsuspecting soul lately,” I chimed back. “Naaaaw. Not since nailing your ass,” he said. “In fact, I was calling to see if you was up for some company tomorrow night. I’ve got a set of balls that are turning blue an don’t look good with my black skin.” “Oh? Black and blue are my two most favorite colors. Well, when I’m wearing them I should add,” I said and chuckled. “Tomorrow night. I think that would be a great evening. What time will you three arrive?” “No; just goin’ to be me. I think we need a private session. You know what I mean,” Kevin said. “Oh, you want a private session so you can breed me rather than just fuck me. That sounds real good to me. I look forward to it. What time,” I asked. I knew in order to be ready tomorrow it would have to be a short day. “Yeah, man. We had a connection. You need it as much as I do. I could tell you get off on getting bred by a big dicked Black man like me. It’s how you got pozzed, isn’t it? I know it is. Don’t matter to me though. I’m gonna plant more of mine in you an I know you’ll love taking every drop of it,” Kevin went on. I kept the phone to my ear as I let my girls back inside and fed them. I thought about what he had said finally responding after the long silence, “You know, you’ve read me right. I believe I was nailed by a poz Black man. No accusation or regret there. Just an honest response from me. You and I both know and understand what joins us. You give; I accept. So, tomorrow night about six? Is that okay,” I asked. “Six works. And, just so you know, I’m gonna breed you all night. Right?” he asked. I smiled slightly and said, “You breed me all night. I get up at seven to get to work on time. That gives you eleven hours to plant as much of that tainted poison you call cum in my ass that you can.” “You cum whore; see you tomorrow night,” Kevin said and hung up. I stood there for a few seconds and replaced the receiver. I looked at my girls who were sitting obediently. “You’re daddy is going to get fucked again tomorrow night. No, he’s going to get bred all night long. Are you two up for it?” They wiggled their tails in response. I fixed a light supper and fed my girls. We did the home office work and went downstairs to the play room. I hadn’t been in it in awhile. I went inside and checked all of the supplies. I made a list of what I needed to order from Dim. I stopped and thought about him and smiled. We went back upstairs after making sure that everything was in shape. We passed through the house. I noted what the cleaning service had not done and made a mental note to call Brian. We then went outside and made the rounds. I went to the pool house and checked the service call log. The pool chemical balances were all within acceptable ranges this trip. I thought that odd since I’d had the pool party. I suppose it was just luck. We walked back to the house locking the back door before proceeding through the rest of the house checking the doors. We then went back to the kitchen where I prepared all three of us a snack. We went to my bedroom where I stripped and got in bed. The girls took their positions and waited patiently. I fed them their snack and ate mine. I turned on the television and set it for two hours to shut off. It was still early but I had to make up for the time I was going to miss in the afternoon. I soon drifted off and was fading in and out of sleep when the phone rang. I was a bit irritated but answered it. “Hello,” I said a bit rudely. “Bill? This is Daryl. We met online, and I dropped by last week. I hope you remember me,” I heard in the earpiece. I quickly shook off my irritation and replied, “Of course, I remember you, Daryl. I have loads of memories of you.” “Good. I’ve been thinking about you and was wondering what you were up to,” he said. “Just my usual work during the day and my evenings are whatever comes up,” I said admitting to nothing. “What have you been up to?” “Working like you and I’ve been thinking more though about when I’ll get another invitation to drop over and fuck you full of my cum,” Daryl said. “I enjoyed your ass wrapped around my dick and was impressed how you took such a pounding from me. I really enjoyed myself.” “Good. I’m really glad to hear you enjoyed yourself. I know that I enjoyed our visit a lot—a whole lot. You’re welcome any time I’m available. I do have plans for tomorrow night though. When did you want to come over?” I asked. “Well, I was thinking this weekend. In fact, I was hoping to get a weekend invitation so I could breed you full of my dirty seed. You love taking it, and I love giving it. Makes for an excellent match,” Daryl said. “I have some business on Friday at some time in the evening. I won’t know exactly when it will take place. I don’t mean a fuck date either. So, what about we plan on a weekend but not sure as to the exact time you can come over. I am sorry that I can’t be more generous than that.” I said with great regret while hoping that Daryl wouldn’t feel rejected. “For what it is worth, I do very much like the idea of you breeding me for an entire weekend.” “Well, then, it’s the weekend. You’ve got my number and can call when it’s okay for me to come over. You do remember how I love breeding willing white men. You do know this time I’m going to tear your ass up good,” Daryl said providing me the opportunity to back out. “I remember what we talked about, and I also remembered how you were ‘gentle’ with me the first time. You breed me in the greatest depth of depravity that you know and deposit all your poison as far up inside me as you can where it can’t get out,” I said. “We’ll talk on Friday then. I am going to save all my ball juices for you. I’m going to knock you up good, white man,” Daryl said. “You’re going to take my poison juice, and knowing you for the short time I have you’re going to love it. I’ll talk to you Friday then. Night.” “I’ll be ready for you just as soon as you come through the door. I’ll have the girls put up, and I will be ready,” I said. “Night.” I hung up the phone. I told my girls it was all right and to go back to sleep. I followed my own advice and was soon deep in a restful sleep. Part 14 The alarm awakened me. I rose and followed my routine leaving for my office. I arrived earlier than usual which caused some uplifted eyebrows. I went to work on some upcoming items and checked my calendar for the next three weeks. I had to clear it for sure for my trip. As I finished outlining what I needed, Stuart arrived. I gave him a copy of what I needed and by when setting him in motion to arrange everything. Everyone knew that when Stuart said “now” it was the same as my saying it. The pace in the office picked up and schedules were re-arranged. I was able to leave a little earlier than I had planned which was good. I wanted all the time I could have to be ready for tonight and Kevin. My girls were surprised at my coming home early but were pleased at seeing me. They grinned and playfully jumped around telling me of their enthusiasm. I walked through the house as they ran to the back door where they exited to take care of their business. Returning, I treated them to a biscuit each. We went back through to my bedroom where I stripped and went into my bathroom. I filled the tub with warm water and settled in as the two of them settled down on the cool floor. I soaked myself thoroughly warming my core temperature to give me a bit of a zip in energy. I looked up at the clock seeing I had now broiled for almost three quarters of an hour. I should be getting myself ready which I set about doing. Afterwards, I dried off and we walked into the bedroom. I folded the spread placing it in the closet out of the way. I pulled back the cover and climbed in setting the clock. I wanted to nap and would just get one before Kevin showed up right on time. My girls settled in close to me. They sensed something was up and that tonight they were going to be unable to sleep in bed with me. My girls were very astute and understood my moods and actions. The alarm sounded at 5:30. I had slept but not deeply knowing that I would need the sleep to make up for tonight as well as the energy that I would derive from such. I got out of bed and let my girls out. We went back to the bedroom to make a last minute check of things finding all was ready. As we walked down the hall the doorbell rang. My girls raced off letting it be known they were on guard and not going to take any prisoners. I hushed them as I reached the door looking through the peep hole. It was Kevin right on time. “Sir, won’t you enter so that we can get to breeding your toxic cum up in my ass. How’s that for being forward?” I laughed as Kevin stepped through the door which I closed quickly behind him locking it. He bent over and patted my girls. “Off you go to your bedroom for tonight. Your bedroom, girls. How are you, sexy man?” I asked sincerely moving toward Kevin. Kevin stepped toward me. Quick as a flash, his left hand flew through the air landing on my cheek with a resounding sound. I stopped. I straightened my head but stood perfectly still except for my cock and balls which now were in a dance of their own. My balls rolled around inside my nut case as my cock began lifting upwards eventually beginning to give a telltale sign of oozing that slick clear pre-cum fluid. It was all over in a matter of less than five seconds. “I had to know. You for real on that hurtin’ bit. I gotta be careful though with you. I get carried away sometime and can’t stop. You know now. I get off on breedin’ white pigs like you and stuffin’ you full of my poison nut juice and beatin’ you and whatever else I can. I don’t want to scare you but your kind ain’t always available for me.” Kevin said. I looked at Kevin reaching out to him saying, “Now, you know about me, too. Together we will make sure that you get totally satisfied in your lust but also make sure that there is no harm done. I can tell that your slap has excited you as much as it did me.” I said this as I removed Kevin’s shirt as he kicked off his sandals and let his shorts drop to the floor. I scooped his clothes up and winked at him walking away to the bedroom. Kevin’s clothes were placed in a chair. I turned seeing him heading for the bathroom; I followed immediately. Inside, he had reached the commode. “Wait, please. I’ll drink that if you’d like.” Kevin turned back to me, and I knelt on the floor opening my mouth. Kevin took a couple of steps to me raising his hooded beautifully veined dick in my mouth where I closed around it making a seal. It was still semi-rigid despite the walk from the front door. I tasted the pre-cum he had produced. I quickly darted my tongue beneath his hood and swirled it around. It was fucking awesome! I no sooner had removed my tongue when the first trickle of warm salty water hit my tongue filling my mouth. I swallowed quickly and continued to swallow making sure that not one drop was lost. Kevin’s flow finally began ebbing until it was only a trickle followed by short spurts of the residual. Marvelous! I felt Kevin pulling backwards from me; I released his dick gently and slowly. He reached up once more to take it in his hand pulling it the last way from my mouth. I looked upward to him in gratitude and with lust as my own dick bobbed in excitement. He pulled me upwards placing his arms around me for the first time. I put mine around his neck. Kevin finally tilted his head and leaned to me where our mouths met opening to the other. We kissed passionately and deeply driving our tongues into each other’s mouth where our spit mixed and became one fluid belonging not to one but to both of us. Kevin finally began the break, and we stared at each other. “Dude, your kind don’t come along often an’ I gotta breed you good,” he said. “I gotta fill you up with my nut juice and knock you up, man, with my own strain. Just understand, no strings on me. You cling an’ I won’t have nothin’ to do with you. You know my buds don’t know ‘bout me totally. We all know the risk, but I the one that’s tagged.” “Kevin, you will find I’m not the clinging kind. I’m too much of a cum whore to settle for just one man. You can breed me all you want any way you want for as long as you want. Just understand that you won’t be the only man shooting his cum in my ass and if I’m lucky shooting his poz cum in my ass. And, yes, I love drinking piss. I love taking piss up my ass, too. I just hate it washing out any cum that’s up there though. Your housemates will not find out from me. Finally, yes, I’m a masochist. No abuse or injury and few limits but there are points of definite interest and willingness for you to explore. Okay?” We began walking back to the bedroom. “Cool,” he replied. “Now, one thing: What happened to that fat PA you had? I was looking forward to it joining us and ripping my ass up. I mean, if you’re going to breed me good and proper,” I added. “I didn’t want to crack any of your teeth or tear you up too much for what all I want to do to you. ‘Sides, your ass is going to get tore up for sure. My poison is goin’ in you an’ ain’t comin’ out of your ass. I been thinkin’ about this almost from the first time I fucked you. Knockin’ you up with my baby batter an’ makin’ you get flu again. Man, just the thought of it turns me on somethin’ deep,” Kevin emphasized to me. “But, ‘fore the night’s over, I’ll put that back in and use it to tear you up some more just to be sure I knock you up.” He smiled this wicked smile and drove his tongue back into my mouth for a quick kiss. “I took a short nap. I figured I wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight,” I said. “Well, I hope I don’t get much sleep.” We both laughed and broke our holds moving out of the bath room and into the bedroom. At the edge of the bed, I pulled the drawers open on the night stand starting at the bottom. I said nothing but showed Kevin what was in each drawer to let him know the contents were his to use. We climbed onto the bed and settled in side by side. “You a party man,” Kevin said. It was not a question but a declaration. Kevin was beginning to understand me better. “Yes, I party. Not to excess but definitely party when it adds to the flavor of the scene,” I said. “I do poppers, ethyl, 420, coke once—loved it—but mostly meth. I snort it, smoke it, bootie bump it, and slam it which I love best of all. I love getting all partied up and letting loose with a man who will take charge and use me hard and good. I get tina dick which is best for me as my biggest sex organ is my ass. Now, whether or not I use is always up to the man or men I’m with. I let him or them decide as I need for them to be totally satisfied in using me for their pleasure.” We looked at each other letting my words settle between us. He finally grinned slightly and winked. “Do you enjoy using a cum whore like me?” I asked suspecting that I already knew the answer. “Oh, yeah, man. Love usin’ and hurtin’ white dudes like you. Just not enough of you can take it from me. Gonna cut you some this time though first time just us. Gonna concentrate on getting’ you preg with my poison. Need to breed you this time and hurt you next.” Kevin said. “And, I think that’s what you’d enjoy. Fuckin’ you full of my poison now and then next time move on to the next level.” I thought about the intimacy that Kevin was suggesting knowing that it was meant to be taken personal but with no emotional attachments. “I believe you are right, Kevin. This time you and I will make our connection and next time we’ll build on this connection and progress where you and I need to go,” I said looking at him. We had been engaged in this chat as we lay next to each other on the bed. I knew that my cock had been seeping an amount of pre-cum just hearing our conversation as my balls had begun gently rolling around inside their container as I had heard and contributed to the conversation letting all the words sink in. My cock had bounced around a few times also in hearing all this and anticipating what would happen this night. I knew also that Kevin had been affected by our proximity and conversation as more than once I had felt his fleshy hooded cock reach out to me making contact. I knew without having to look that Kevin, too, was leaking his copious thick and sticky pre-cum. I was beginning to hunger for the taste of this man and feel him invading me repeatedly so that he could once more in multiple orgasms fill me with the juices of his heavy pair of nuts. “I know I can load you at least two or three times but I wanna drain every bit of my nuts in you. So, I’m gonna take one of those pills you got stashed inna drawer,” Kevin said beginning a smile. He rose up turning around to the edge of the bed and opening a drawer. He retrieved one of the bottles taking out one pill popping it into his mouth and swallowing with a little difficulty. He replaced the bottle rummaged through the drawer as well as two more removing several items placing them on the nightstand. “While we wait for it to kick in, let’s do some.” I had risen upright on the bed making myself comfortable as Kevin had made himself at home. I watched as he had taken a Viagra. I knew from the two previous meetings that he did not need such a pill. I figured he was just hedging his opportunity to have more “incentive” to fuck me even more. He had taken from the drawers a bottle of poppers, a can of Maximum Impact, a handkerchief, a bottle of KY, my favorite plug, several cock rings, a couple of towels, a jar of my special blend of Crisco with secret ingredients, a bag of pot and pipe, and finally another pipe, lighter, and several small bags of meth. I reached over picking up my favorite leather strap. “May I or would you prefer me to use rope to bind my balls? I prefer my balls be pushed down away from my body.” I said. Kevin looked at the strap. I quickly rose up on my knees and snapped it into place. I then lifted up my dick for his view. “Let me see what the rope looks like.” I knee-walked over to the other side of the bed and retrieved my rope. I stood on the floor removing the strap and began wrapping the rope around my balls tucking the end so that it did not interfere with anything. Once more I lifted my cock up as I walked around to Kevin to view. He stared and then held the strap up in front of the rope. “Leave the rope on; use the strap another time.” I got back on the bed settling once more beside Kevin. He had been busy. I saw one pipe had been packed with pot. The glass pipe had been filled with meth. The top from the spray had been removed and tossed on the floor out of the way. Kevin had found that the bags of meth were of two types: some bags held intact crystals while other bags had been crushed into a fine powder. Kevin separated them and had gone back into the drawer after the alcohol swabs, water, band, Sharpie, mixing bottle, and points. He marked the points laying them to the side. “You real cool, dude. You got this set right. You do know how to party,” he said and laughed loudly going back to his work. “Come lay out your slam.” I moved off the bed and around him. I picked up one of the fine powder bags. I opened a drawer moving a couple of items before retrieving my “shovel”. (I had found that an item used to push back cuticle on fingers worked beautifully for measuring meth.) I also retrieved a 3 by 3 black piece of paper putting it on the nightstand. I measured out my hit dumping it into the mixing bottle. I added the water and began mixing the content. As I worked on the mixing, Kevin had lit the pipe with the pot and inhaled. He looked up at me, and I bent over. We shotgunned the hit. We repeated a couple of more times. Kevin searched through the drawers until he found the pointless syringe he had seen earlier. He measured out some more meth about the same quantity I had. I looked at the bottle and opened it. I took a point and filled the syringe tapping out the air until the barrel was ready. Kevin took the bottle and dumped the new contents adding water. Somehow, he mixed his lot much faster than I had and sucked it up into the pointless syringe. Kevin lit the pot once more; we shotgunned again. I knew I was being affected and presumed that Kevin was also. I was becoming antsy in anticipation of this play time. It was my usual mode. I get really excited and turned on when I party and especially when I party with a man such as Kevin. “Put a pillow under your hips,” Kevin said. “You gonna plunge this bump when I hit your arm.” I did as I was told ending up on my back with my ass stuck in the air on top of two pillows instead of one. I pulled my legs back to my chest and reached down between my legs finding my ass location. Kevin had gone back to the drawer again to pull out the band which he expertly put around my left arm; I pumped my fist several times. Kevin picked up my bump and inserted it into my ass as far as he could. He guided my hand to it and allowed me to adjust so that I could get a good push when he said to. I felt the wipe on my arm and watched as Kevin picked up the point. He put the tip to my skin and began a slow steady push as I felt the small prick. I stared intently as my eyes widened in total excitement. I knew I was leaking heavily now as the pre-cum was hitting my groin. Kevin held steady, then, made a gentle pull back on the plunger. As he did, a quick puff of red shot into the barrel swirling around and mixing with the liquid. My eyes were now wide open and my breathing had become shallow and almost non-existent as I anticipated what was about to happen. I quickly looked up at Kevin and smiled. I nodded slightly and quickly looked back to the barrel. Kevin’s grip never varied but I saw his slow depression of the plunger and the now red fluid begin to disappear into the needle ultimately ending in my arm. When half the contents remained, Kevin quietly said, “Now; hit yours.” I obeyed and depressed the plunger quickly and completely. Kevin reached up and removed the band on my arm, placed a sterile gauze pad over the injection site, and removed the needle. I let go of the syringe in my ass and took the pad pressing it firmly while raising my arm upwards. I looked up at Kevin who was smiling down at me. I coughed three times. Kevin quickly picked up the band and removed the syringe from my ass. I could feel my dick shriveling. I didn’t care. Already I was on fire and super horny. Kevin reached for the pillows under me, and I rolled back onto myself to allow him to pull them away then stretched out fully. “Man, you are flying!” Kevin said and laughed. He picked up the pot pipe and lit it taking a hit then handed it to me. I drew deeply and passed it back to him. “Pull up; you need lube,” Kevin said. I rolled backwards once more. Kevin shoved the bottle of KY in my ass and squeezed gently. I felt horny again with the bottle. He withdrew it and put it back on the nightstand. He climbed onto the bed between my legs spreading them as he pushed them backwards and down onto my chest. I watched his face as he smiled down at me. He never looked at his cock or my ass but moved forward as if a magnet was being drawn to its negative opposite. Our eyes kept locked on each other as he came nearer and nearer. I felt the tip of his cock brush against my ass, and Kevin settled in his spot. Once more I felt the tip of his cock brush my hole but this time there was a pressure applied. He had found the opening and began pushing harder. More and more he pushed as I pushed outward. In a flash his uncut cock popped into my ass. NOW, I was feeling a huge hunger and need for his big uncut cock to invade me fully. I focused on that feeling as more and more of his fully hardened cock slid its way inside me more and more. The deeper he went the more I needed. Kevin finally bottomed out as he pressed his pubes totally flat against my cheeks. Kevin grasped behind my knees and without any ceremony began pounding my hole hard. In and out his cock pistoned in a hard drive using my ass for his pleasure . . . and mine. Our eyes had kept locked onto the other until now. I looked down at his nipples and reached up to them gently rubbing them. I looked back up at Kevin whose eyes were now closed but his face told me what I needed to know. I continued my gentle rubbing as his pounding continued into me. Harder and harder he drove his cock making ever possible effort to go deeper only to be stopped by the bones in his own body. I gently squeezed my sphincter tighter feeling how turgid Kevin’s cock had become. It was most definitely hot wired to his nips which I continued to urge on to higher levels of excitement. Kevin was now pounding my ass jarring me with each of his thrusts. “Oh, fuck, yeah, Kevin. Fuck that hole and feed it with your white glue of poisoned swimmers. Breed me. Breed me, hot man. Flood my ass with your DNA so you can knock me up. You know you and I both want it. Give me that fuck flu from your strain. Please, man. Please, give me that poison strain of yours. Ram your cock all the way in me. Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck me! Please! Kevin! Shoot that load in me! Please!” I begged of him. All the while, Kevin had begun to fuck me harder and harder if that was possible until now he was glistening in sweat. Each full hard fast plunge that he made into my ass with his cock was now finely tuned just like a European master engine of superior construction. ‘DAMN! FUCK! GOD!” Kevin screamed as he drove his cock hard and deep into my ass one final savage thrust. He held it deep as I felt his hard throbbing uncut cock pulsing and spitting out the contents of his poison depositing his load as deep into me as possible. Kevin released my legs and grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me tightly as his face became distorted with the concentration I could understand of a poz man making a deliberate delivery of his tainted sperm with the desire of causing his bottom to be filled and lay the groundwork of conversion. This was the first in a number of breedings that Kevin was going to perform on me during the next few hours. In abject realization that Kevin had implanted me with his poison man juice, I met his loud screaming with that of my own: "OH! DAMN! SWEET . . . JESUS! HOT! FUCK!" My cry was such that my lungs burned from the volume of air and shrieking made by my vocal cords as I plaintively realized that Kevin had stopped fucking and filling me with his body fluid. My own cock straining so that it felt as if the epidermis covering it would split open. My balls rode up so close to my under body that it felt as if they would crawl once more deep up inside me as they had once resided. The splattering sensation that erupted from my cock continued on coating everything that came within range. Lights in my head exploded. I squeezed my lids shut tighter than the vault at Ft. Knox then flew open wide taking in the total darkness of a black hole in space. I felt the real dampness of my body soaked with volumes of sweat drops as my head now pounded in earnest for relief from this agony. My lungs continued to burn as friction heated the air that I sucked in and exhaled. My mouth was native to the Gobi Desert. In time, my own reaction began to subside but the fullness of relaxation was not reached for many minutes. At long last of several minutes duration, I began to return to a somewhat normal state. I continued to lay there letting my total exhaustion from this exercise sink in and return me to a settled and calm state. I sat up steadying myself. In relief, I began to remember all the events that I had been through. I remembered each man who had fucked me, how many times each had cum in my ass, and what promises had been made to me from each of them to return for more time to be spent in my ass. I smiled wickedly shaking my head in disbelief. I stood up and carefully made my way to the kitchen where I drank slowly two full glasses of water returning to my bed afterwards. I lay down covering my body with the top sheet. The fitted sheet was soaked with my sweat I had found. I adjusted myself getting comfortable once more. I would not rush this sensation but was determined to return to my dream to see what would come next.

Part 3 I put the car in the garage and went in the house. My two baby dolls greeted me at the door as usual with all the excitement they could muster. We walked through the house after our greeting, and I let them out to take care of their business. They raced to their garden behind the garage and returned when all was finished. I closed and locked the door once more when they had come inside. We went to the kitchen where they were presented with their treats for being such good little girls which they always were. Supper was prepared for them and then my own. Of course, good plans always get changed a bit. As I sat down to eat, the phone rang. I pushed my plate back from the edge of the table and went to answer it. I got a pleasant surprise after I had said hello to the caller. “How’s my new fuck bitch?” the caller asked. I hesitated and then responded, “Waiting and needing.” He laughed. “You won’t have long to wait. I’ll be there within a few minutes. You remember what I told you? I’ll go easy on you this one time.” “Just to let you know, I have two dogs that are very protective. If you don’t mind, I would appreciate introducing you to them so that they can be assured you aren’t here to harm me. They are loving and have very sweet dispositions if unknown men are introduced to them. I will then put them in their bedroom where they will remain quietly.” I said to my caller. “What breed are they?” he asked. “The older is a Norwegian Elkhound and the younger is a Dalmatian. Both are females and look to me as the pack leader,” I elaborated. “I look forward to meeting them. I’m a couple of minutes away. See you soon,” he said and disconnected. I hung up my receiver and turned to my girls explaining that company was on its way. I told them they had to be on their best behavior. I ran downstairs with my two shadows trailing to check on my play room. I methodically moved through it opening drawers and cabinets observing everything making sure that all was ready for use. I hastily chased my girls back upstairs and went to the front room. I saw my visitor pulling into the drive. I met him at the front door. Before opening it, I gave the girls my hand signal for no barking; they obeyed but held their ground as I opened the door. I smiled as he opened the storm door and entered. I closed the main door behind him and turned to the girls. I introduced each to my visitor calling them by name. I told them that all was safe but that they would need to go to bed while I played. I asked my visitor to allow each to sniff his hand which he did. I then ushered them off to their bedroom closing the door as they settled down for a nap on their bed. I offered something to drink but was told no. He was here to see the place and talk more. He hadn’t decided yet whether or not he wanted to fuck me again. He would have to see if I stimulated him enough. I thought to myself that if this cop’s personality was anything like other cops I had met I was going to get his dick shoved up my ass before he left. We moved to the living room to sit. “You didn’t bat an eye when I asked you about piss and rough stuff. You’re experienced in both I’ve decided. Well, experienced I’m betting. So, let’s be blunt. My name is James. I’ll decide what you call me. Tell me your limits,” he said. “Limits are scat, females, minors, cbt, cologne, shaving that shows . . . gun play, fire, glue, glass or breakable items . . . wood, jagged edged items, permanent marks or injuries . . . castration or other permanent body modifications, and maybe a couple of more that I can’t think of now. I’m a trained sub/bottom who has been a part of the leather community for about 20 years,” I reported with no emotion. “Why no cbt or gun play?” he asked. “Too many accidents have occurred by a supposedly unloaded gun. I have a mass on my right ball as a result of a major injury in my childhood. I have injured myself simply sitting in a chair. However, knowing that, a parachute can be used with some weight provided I wrap my balls in a leather strap or rope first. In reality, my dick can be tortured; just not my balls and specifically my right one. It’s a matter of using only a modicum amount of weight on the parachute though.” I explained. My words were accepted. “Okay. No direct cbt; parachute or weights though will be done when I want to. Anything else that’s a no for you?” I thought hard finally shaking my head no. “Good. You may turn out to be a good bitch for me in many ways. No problem with piss on you or drinking it or taking it up your ass?” he asked. I shook my head no. “Good. You get fucked by any other man you want as long as I’m not calling you. I take top priority for your ass. Right?” he asked. I shook my head yes. “Good. And, not only I fuck you but you get fucked by anyone I tell you. Right?” he asked once more. I shook my head yes. “And, you take cum loads in your ass or swallow them. No pulling out for me or my buddies. We fuck long and hard, and we don’t use no rubbers. Right?” he asked. I shook my head yes. “Now, show me around,” he said. We rose and went room to room where he gave a seemingly cursory look but was trained to take in the surroundings. I finally realized that as we finished the tour of the first floor and was headed to the basement. We went down the stairs silently as had been the entire tour. I showed him the entertainment room, storage and utility rooms, and fourth bedroom. I then asked, “Does this meet with your approval, Sir?” He looked at me closely. “Yes, but there’s more to this place than what I’ve seen,” he replied. This was a very sharp cop. I wondered why he was still a patrolman even with his two stripes on his sleeve. He had obvious skills of observation beyond his position. I would have to consider this seriously after he left. I led him back to the entertainment room. I reached down to the bottom shelf on the left book case, depressed a recessed button, and heard the gentle and almost imperceptible whirring. When it stopped, I gently pulled on the case, and it swung open revealing a very disguised doorway. I entered followed by James. James took in the room walking back to the doorway examining it. James returned to linger longer in his assessment of contents of the room including no windows. He moved slowly opening drawers and doors to cabinets. Nothing was locked; why should it be? He noted the different collections of items, toys, tools, furniture, equipment, shower facility, and commode. He came to stand by me but continued to look around the room. Finally, he said, “You have the most ingenious organization that I have ever seen. You had this house built to your specifications obviously. You are either an overindulged fool or you have a defined commitment to Sm play.” He paused and then said, “You are no fool.” James stood and looked some more. “I hope this meets with your approval,” I said. “It does and will serve me well. I will inspect it closer another time though. What safety do you have on the door,” James asked. We walked to the door. I showed the exit button that unlocked the lock. I also showed him the cabinet located by the door that contained the back up power supply in case electrical service was interrupted. I explained the connection system. Finally, I showed him the hand release of the locking mechanism. Outside the doorway, I showed him the release button for unlocking the door as well as the manual override system. James operated the system outside and inside filing the knowledge in his brain knowing he would have use of it in the future. Back inside after having operated the locking and unlocking system, he turned to me and stared. “Strip, bitch. You’re going to get fucked again.” I moved away to some wall hooks where I slipped out of my sandals, removed my shorts and t-shirt, and turned to face James. He motioned for me to approach him. I did so. On my last step toward him, James suddenly reached his right hand out to his side and swiftly slapped me. I staggered. I stood up knowing that a red hand imprint now was displayed on my face. James’s eyes twinkled with delight. He snapped his hands now up to my nipples and with the force of a power press mashed them flat between his fingers. He stared straight into my eyes as I stood before him with a dick that admitted my love for such physical contact. The more pressure and the longer he pressed on my nipples the harder my dick became and the more it dripped pre-cum. I reached the point of collapsing from the pain when he yanked his fingers away from my nipples. Blood rushed back into them causing an equal amount of pain. My dick responded more. James observed and took his right hand extending it as far as he could from his body before sending it rushing through the air. He slapped my dick hard with his hand sending it sideways from the impact. He repeated his action only in reverse. His return trip met with a great deal of resistance from my dick as it had become so excited. “You’re a fucking bitch alright. Now, over to that fuck bench, you worthless kunt,” James said. I walked quickly to the assigned spot and stood beside it. “Get on it, bitch. I’m going to ride your ass for awhile. If you’re lucky and earn it, you’ll get my cum load,” James hissed. I knelt down on the bench and bent over it. James walked around it strapping me onto it. My neck, wrists, knees, and ankles were secured. I looked straight down at the floor but heard him moving about behind me. The special made equipment had cost but each piece was the best for their uses. The comfort for the sub/bottom for extended play as well as the accessibility for using the sub/bottom was what the goal was in having them specially made. I listened carefully. He was removing his uniform. Finally, I heard no movement. James was moving about silently. I tried to think of what he could be doing or more importantly what he would be doing. This was not going to be just a fucking session. I felt James rubbing my ass with his hand. It was a tender moment which I knew would not last. He approached me from behind leaning down to my ear. “How many men fucked you today and how many loads of cum did you get in there? And, don’t count me or mine.” I had to think quickly. “Five men fucked me not counting you, Sir. They gave me seven cum loads not counting yours, Sir.” “Are you sure about those numbers?” James almost whispered. “Yes, Sir,” I replied with certainty now. “Did I give you permission to get fucked and take cum loads?” he continued as quietly. “Yes, Sir. You said that you didn’t care who fucked me when you were not around but that you took precedence over any other man,” I replied. “That’s right. So, you should have plenty of lube in there and not need any more. We’re going to find out but first, some other play for me,” he said. He stood up and moved away from my head. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! My ass was on fire! I had jerked especially hard with the first hit. I strained for relief to escape my bonds with each succeeding blow. James had found the paddles. My dick was heavily streaming pre-cum. “That is one hit for each of those five men. You should have been fucked by more men, bitch. I like real whores that take on dozens of men. You just learned that,” James reported to me. I felt him move away once more and listened. I heard drawers being opened quietly and contents being moved then quiet again. James returned to me rubbing my ass which bitterly stung with each pass of his hand. He moved his hand downward until he finally removed it from my thigh but gently took my balls into his hand. He gently put his hand around them forcing them downward. I felt him attempting to put something on me when it dawned on me it was a parachute. He finally succeeded snapping it in place. I felt weights being added pulling my balls further and further down. With a final attachment, James gave the weights a gentle swing and laughed. I felt James’s hand strike my ass sending an after shock wave of pain through my body. What glorious excitement. Another hand strike on my other cheek sent another after shock wave coursing through my nerve endings. This man was working me over good providing such electrifying beautiful pain while he enjoyed himself by being the one who was administering the pain. I had no doubt that his dick was just as hard as mine was and probably dripping pre-cum just as much as mine. “How many loads of cum did you get today?” he asked whispering in my ear. “Seven, Sir,” I replied. Once more, James moved away but I sensed not to my ass as he had done before. I did not look to see where he was; that was not for me to know. THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! My back now was on fire! Once more I had jumped and jerked at the first feel of the flogger that had struck me. James had found the floggers and knew how to use one just as well as he knew how to use a paddle. My dick was in overdrive once more. My jerking and jumping had set the parachute to swinging again adding to all the joy of this session. “You better hope some of that cum is still in your ass, bitch, or you’re going to be in a real world of hurt. I hate a dry fuck,” James whispered and chuckled as he moved away from my ear again. I held my ground on the fuck bench as if I had any possible way of changing my position. James slapped my ass again sending another beautiful shock wave of pain racing through my body. What joy for the both of us. I felt his hand prying apart my cheeks followed quickly by the touch of cool latex. I felt a large cool latex sensation at my ass opening. James had found my dildos. I wondered which one he had chosen. I soon knew when I felt the pressure on my ass opening increase tremendously. My sphincter was refusing entry, but James was not to be deterred. The pressure increased more. I began pushing outward on my sphincter. POP! My sphincter surrendered popping open wide to accept this foreign body which I knew was dry and was supposed to be painful on its way inside. The intent and purpose was met. James pushed insistently harder and harder until the full length of this nine inch dildo stretched my ass hole wide open and widened the passageway several inches in circumference. I tried to remember how much it was and thought it was either six or seven inches—I just could not remember now. James now began twisting this dildo round and round inside me going faster and faster. His hands had to be moving at top speed from what I was feeling on this rotation in my ass. SLURP! James yanked the dildo from my ass without warning causing the whole inside to collapse and slam my hole closed. I jerked and strained at this sudden super rapid evacuation of my ass. Just as my sphincter and inside had begun to return to normal sensation and feeling, James shoved the dildo back full force into my hole. This time there was only a little resistance and not nearly the pain. Again, he began twisting and twisting the dildo faster and faster. After a few more turns, he reversed direction twisting in the other direction. This he did several times going first one way and then the other. SLURP! Once more, the dildo was yanked from my ass. Now, James rammed his index and middle fingers in my ass. I felt him straining to push them in as far as possible. This was not painful at all. At least not until he began using his nails inside. He abraded every inch of me inside. For good measure, he went over every inch inside that he could reach. I was feeling very raw at this point. James withdrew his fingers and once more repeated the process of shoving the dildo in my ass, twirling it first one way fast and then reversing directions. This time instead of yanking the dildo out of my ass he finally let it come to rest still stuck inside me. He rubbed my ass cheeks which by now had I’m sure turned extremely red but had lessened in their sensitivity. He moved onward to my back where he rubbed his hands over my back where he had flogged me. He moved further up until his right hand rested on my left shoulder. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, “You fucking whore. You let five men fuck you today and fill your sorry ass with seven loads of their cum. That tells me you love being bred. It tells me you’re a chaser. I think I just guaranteed your chasing a success. Don’t you?” He laughed but didn’t wait or want a response. He knew. “I’m going to leave you here for a bit, but I will be back. I know you trust me because you are strapped in and can’t possible get loose. You’ve given me free rein here. You will not regret it,” James said. I heard him go to his clothes and fumble around and then quietly leave. I rested as best I could considering my situation. I felt filled of course with the dildo but did miss the feel of actual skin in my ass pumping in and out of me. I tried not to think about it but was hoping that I would be allowed to enjoy James’s dick again. He was a good fucker. I continued resting and waiting. I had no idea of how long he was gone but James did return. On returning, James rubbed my ass again and then yanked the dildo out. This time I heard him drop it on the floor and place his hands on my hips grabbing them both. I felt the head of his dick bobbing around and finally landing close to my hole opening. James made a slight physical adjustment of his own body and then rammed full length of his dick until his pelvic area slapped against my ass. He never stopped to rest but went right to fucking in and out of my ass. This was what I really needed. The feel of skin of a man’s dick sliding in and out of my ass getting himself all primed and ready to unleash another load of cum inside me. I churned with desire and relished at the feel of this man’s hard dick now in my ass. I remembered it well from the first time. Just as he had done earlier today James pounded in and out and in and out making my ass tingle with desire and lust. His style was a simple in and out punctuated with occasional faster inward returns for good measure I presumed or to drive a point home. Whatever, it worked for me. I was much more comfortable here than at Starkland Building. I at least was in some comfort by being on the fuck bench than standing. The super padding I had ordered made the kneeling easy to maintain. Being strapped to the bench was a plus, too. I loved the feeling of total helplessness and willing submission that it gave. I’m not sure how James felt about it; I did care and hoped he enjoyed it. As at Starkland, I lost track of time not that I was a clock watcher. As long as my ass was being fucked and that I would eventually get another load of cum up in me, I really didn’t care. Well, there were the times that required a quickie fuck and delivery such as at an orgy or at a back room in a bar or at a bath house. Time in those places was of the essence and required that fucking and load taking be kept at a minimum for the former and max out for the latter. Taking into account what joy James had delivered to me earlier with the paddle and flogger I was sure that it had been quite some time. Now, though, it was his fucking that I focused on. “You fucking bitch. You’ve got a set up here that is going to get a real work out with me at the helm. You’ve already gone up in my estimation. At least you are well prepared and equipped. You’ve moved from the lowest form of scum to the middle of the pack. You can take a slapping, paddling, and flogging and not whine, cry, or bitch about it. You might turn out to be one of my better bitches. But, we’ll have to see about that and just how good you are,” James finally said punctuating his fucking with emphasizing one of his words as he spoke but continued to fuck. “You fucking KUNT!” he screamed and rammed his dick full force into my ass as far as it would go and held it there. I felt wave after wave of his nut juices sliding through his dick because of the swelling that it was doing in my ass. I knew he was now depositing his second load of cum in my ass from his dick and from the way his hands now had a death grip on my hips. He continued to hold his dick as far in my ass as possible as it made further deposits. More and more of his sticky white glue like fluid left his body and entered mine. All too soon, James’s grip on my hips began to relax as did the pressure of his pelvis that was pressed against my ass cheeks. The end of the deposit was nearing. But, he did continue to let more of his body fluid drain into my ass. When he decided he was finished, he yanked his dick from my ass pulling some of the new deposit of cum backwards through my ass and out of it. I felt it dripping and running downward to my parachute covered balls as they hung pendulously between my legs and behind my own raging hard dick. James patted my ass and walked away. He quietly returned to my ear to speak once more. “I’ve got a surprise for you, bitch. You’re going to thank me for this. Only thing is you’ve got to be modified just a little. You’ll enjoy it though. I know you for the Sm cum whore that you are.” With that, James put a blind fold on me. This man had taken in everything that he had seen on his inspection of the play room. I thought he might even know more about what was where than I did. I did not question his motive behind the blind fold though. Nor did I question him—obviously not—when he pushed a ball into my mouth which I finally determined was a ball gag. Okay. I was not going to be sucking him. I wasn’t at least going to do that now with the ball gag. I waited patiently. I listened and tried to tune up my ears. Nothing. Or was that whispering? I continued to remain calm and outwardly at ease, but I must confess that I did try to hear what he was up to after his modification of me. I knew that this man, this policeman, would not do something that did not serve an essential purpose. He had to have a very definite reason for doing it. I just could not figure out what that reason was. James gave my parachute’s weights a push. “More?” he asked. I shook my head yes or more that I semi bobbed it up and down; I definitely did not move it side to side. I felt more weight being added and the pressure on my balls increased. Once more James pushed the weights watching them swing as a pendulum would. I felt them stop their swinging suddenly and felt once more my balls being weighed down with more weights. I felt him grasping my hips again. Surely, he was not fully recharged again. But, yes, there was the head of his dick bouncing around my ass hole. He was fully erect; he had to be since his hands were on my hips. I felt the tip of his dick meet up with and push against my hole. The pressure mounted but there was just not as much resistance at this time of the day. Having been fucked nine times this day as someone once said “resistance is futile”. As if my being strapped to this fuck bench with a ball gag and blind fold would allow for any resistance. For the tenth time this day, I felt a cock slide inside my ass spreading my lining once more for the beginning of another fuck . . . and cum load. James had a slight different approach this time. I was beginning to think he was a nymphomaniac who couldn’t lose an erection. That thought had a wonderful possibility coupled with my ass that never lost its craving and need for a dick in it. He began his rhythmic in and out with a slight variation. What did I care. Oh, hooray for Viagra. “You enjoying that dick in your ass, bitch?” I heard James say directly into my ear in his whisper. I jerked. How could his mouth be so close to my ear? He was standing behind me fucking. His hands were on my hips. Damn! Obviously the man fucking my ass wasn’t James! The thought raced through my mind. James had arranged for another man to join us. How? When? Then, I remembered James had left me alone. He must have let the man in then. Who was he? Why had James done this? Was this a set up? This was a cop! I thought he was a cop! What if he wasn’t? What the hell had I gotten myself into? I had shown this man my home! My girls were upstairs! Had he done anything to them? Were they safe? I began to panic despite the dick in my ass fucking me harder now. “I told you that you were my bitch, and you are. Yes, I’m a cop. I know your thoughts and what you are thinking. You’re still safe and will remain so. You have my word. But, I did tell you that occasionally one of my buddies liked to get a piece of ass, too, and that you’d be available for him as well. You’re a good breeding bitch with all the comforts of home for me. No need for you to worry yourself. Just relax and enjoy that dick in your ass like I know you will. Your dogs are just fine. They are safe in their bedroom but will remain there for now while you get fucked. Now, you know the reason for the blindfold and ball gag. You needed to learn a lesson of trusting me without questioning me. After tonight, you are going to be the biggest whore breed bitch that I own. You’re going to be on this table for a long time and provide a lot of entertainment to me. And, when you’ve calmed down enough and realized that you and your dogs are not in danger, you let me know. I’ll take the ball gag out of your mouth. Not the blindfold though; that stays. You understand, bitch?” James whispered directly into my ear. Once more, I made the effort to shake my head yes in spite of my limitation. I tried to relax and shake off the fears that had run through me. I nevertheless trembled slightly at what I had done and thought carefully at how exposed I was and how I had exposed my babies. But, soon enough the constant in and out of this unknown man’s dick in my ass turned my thoughts from evil and sinister motivations to thoughts of lust and dicks and cum loads. My ass lips, sphincter, and insides began screaming loudest of all that they were enjoying themselves more and more. I became aware now that this new man fucked similarly to James but he varied himself. He did not give the occasional punch thrust to emphasize his position. After a long bout of fucking, he would waggle his dick left to right and resume fucking. I noted that he said nothing but began fucking harder and faster. Time was running. How long had he been fucking me? I couldn’t remember because of what had originally transpired between James and me. I hadn’t really enjoyed this dick as I should have. My regret kicked in. More he fucked me as his speed and depth increased. Ah, was he a last minute speed fucker? The answer to that was yes. He continued on fucking my ass but every minute or so more that he fucked his speed increased slightly as well as his depth of penetration or should I say at least his attempt to go deeper in my ass. This continued on for about five or six minutes until at last he was now fucking me and slamming into my ass wildly as if on a roller coaster crashing down the longest and steepest hill. His hands now gripping my hips as if they were welded to me pulled me backwards into him with every forward thrust of his hips. At last, I heard him growling—he can make sounds—lowly that raised in his pitch as his thrusts now raced to the known end of this ride. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!” he bellowed as he shoved his dick into my ass full length pulling my hips almost off driving his hot white glue DNA into my ass as deep as he could. More and more his balls delivered their liquid into his dick and sent it racing through his piss passageway so that it exited into my ass. His growling continued over and over again as the release of his sperm from his body satisfied his animal lust of breeding me. I shivered at the thought of this glorious deposit. I could feel his dick deflating now and the flow of his sperm into me slow as well. I slowly began squeezing with my sphincter milking the last of his deposit. He slowly withdrew his dick freeing it from my ass and hips. “James told me about his new find. You’re a lucky bitch to have him. You’ll find that out. He treats his buddies to breed bitches like you. We get a piece of ass when we want it and you fucking bitches are lucky enough to get a good fuck and cum load. That’s pretty damn good relationship, don’t you think?” this unknown man asked. He laughed as he moved away from my ear. “I don’t give a damn about who found this piece of ass. All I want is my turn in it so I can nut and get back on patrol.” I heard another new voice say. With that announcement, I felt a big pair of hands on my hips as the tip of yet another man’s dick lined up with my ass. (How many men were here?) I felt the gentle pressure grow more and more and more and more as the wide obviously fat head of this dick insisted on entering me. As I realized that this was going to be a gargantuan dick in size, my ass hole finally began spreading itself and widened and widened and widened and widened as more and more and more of this truly big dick head entered me. He did not stop once the head was inside but continued on with his pushing more and more inside. I stiffened up at the size as it was one of the largest dicks that I had ever had in me. I could tell from the way my entrance hole, sphincter, and insides now stretched to the point of tearing. I began shifting about on the fuck bench to no avail. I was strapped down just as its purpose was intended: to allow no freedom to say no to a big dick. This new man’s dick slowly and roughly made its way inside me. My eyes began to tear up. I was sure that he had to be tearing me. I began a somewhat muted moaning around the ball gag in my mouth. More and more of this dick invaded me gliding roughly along the cum-lubed lining. I continued to struggle in my bondage. THWACK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! THWAK! I felt the flogger hitting my back sending the wonderful jolts of electricity throughout my body. I heard James at my ear, “I told you, bitch, that you would take any dick without complaining. Now, you lay there and be a good breed bitch like you are and take this man’s dick so he can get back to work. You got that?” By the time James had finished flogging me and causing such a distraction and had finished his speech in my ear, the new man had finished his initial entry. He had been kind enough to hold himself once fully inside me until James had finished his corrective measures with me. But, now, it was his time in my ass, and he had to move to get back to work. Back to work not only on his fuck and nutting but back to his employment as well. James had been a wonderful distraction. I suddenly realized that his flogging and chastising me had indeed distracted me from the final sensation of entry of this new man’s dick. The pain had now subsided but was still one of the thickest dicks that had ever been in me. He began to fuck slowly. I came to realize that he knew exactly how thick his dick was. He was taking care not overindulge. I realized also that had he shoved in me full throttle and all that he very well could have torn me. This would not have been something that could be easily explained away in an emergency room. My fat dicked man began a faster movement of his hips slamming his pelvis into my ass cheeks causing his pendulous balls to slam into my balls. Well, more that his pendulous balls slammed into the parachute surrounding my balls sending them forward and creating a bigger swing on the weights that James had attached. I felt the weights swinging in tune to his fucking. He seemed to be timing his strokes to maintaining the pendulum swing that he had created. I tried to focus on that but was too distracted by how my ass felt being so stretched with this fat tuber. He continued playing this “keep the pendulum in motion” game for several minutes more. Then, that telltale sign of hands gripping the hips belied his interest in the game any more. Serious measures were now in order. His fucking began to increase and did not keep pace with the weights. Soon, everything was out of sync, but he continued to fuck on. Harder and harder he drove his dick. I realized that it was not a super long dick, but it was most definitely a thick one. I love them all no matter how they are described. His pace quickened more picking up speed and depth. This was not going to last long. This was a quickie for him. He was under a time table here and had to hurry. More he drove himself into me slapping those big pendulous balls of his into the back of my parachute. He was knocking the contents of his ball sac around stirring them up and demanding action from them that would require his dick to play its part. Again, he increased his hold on my hips as he again increased his speed and depth. The time was just around the corner. Once more speed and depth were increased and then again. “YOU . . . FUCK . . . IN’ . . . BREED . . . BITCH . . . TAKE . . . MY . . . FUCK . . . IN’ . . . NUT! DAMN!” he punctuated each word with single hard and deep thrusts in my ass until he reached the last of his words. He held his dick fully inside me as he expelled from the tip of his dick the joy juice from his balls that he had been knocking around on my parachute. He had been a quickie but was a wonderful fuck . . . as all the men that day had been. My ass drank in all of his ball juice. It was several minutes before I could tell that his dick was finally deflating. Slowly, he began his withdrawal; I attempted to squeeze it but wasn’t sure if I had or not. I’m not sure that my sphincter was responding to my command. As this giant exited my ass, I heard a wet sloppy plop as no doubt his dick hit his balls. I felt a great rush of fluid from my ass. Someone was there immediately scooping it up and pushing it back in my ass. Over and over I felt fingers push the slimy feel of goo back upwards toward my ass opening. I felt fingers pushing inside. This lasted about a minute or so. I wondered how much had escaped. I just knew it had to be James who was doing this to me. As the last vestige of the escaped fluid had been returned to my ass, I felt a hard pressure at my ass and a great shove going full length inside. The turning round and round sensation told me that this had to be James as he had done earlier with the dildo. “You going to be around a long time I can tell you that, bitch. You’re going to find lots of friends up in your ass,” this new man said into my ear and laughed. He continued laughing as he moved away chuckling as I heard clothing being put on. James was at work though. He continued twisting and turning and pumping in and out of my ass this dildo. He had a more determined manner about him though. This time he was working in so many new fresh loads of cum. He was most definitely making sure that he was mixing up all these liquid deposits and pushing them to the walls of my interior while spreading them out over the largest possible area while still inside me. When he was satisfied that all was to his standards, he gave a final push to the dildo and sent it as deep as possible into me. “Give me a hand here, Phil. Hand me that block of wood and duct tape. Hold the wood against the dildo; hold it on two sides.” I heard James say. I felt the change over of who was holding the dildo. Now, “Phil” was pressing against the dildo with a block of wood. I heard a small piece of duct tape being pulled from the roll and felt it being attached to my right hip. It was pressed in firmly. I then heard the duct tape distinctive sound of being unwrapped from the roll and applied across my ass cheek crossing over my ass hole. I felt someone pushing hard on the dildo via the wood block. I felt the tape lift and apply a couple of times until the tearing sound again hit my ears and felt the dildo now pushing very hard inside me. The tape continued to be torn from the roll and was finally applied to my left leg and around to the front of my leg. James was taping this dildo in my ass and increasing the pressure by using a piece of wood to push it in even harder. James repeated the process on the other side going from my left hip to my right leg. I could only imagine the sight of all this and wished I had a camera installed in here. James checked his work. He added two pieces at the end of the tape at my hips crossing the ends perpendicularly. He wanted to be sure that this was not going to come loose. He followed suit on my legs. (This was going to be a bitch of a wonderful time removing this tape from my hairy legs.) “Thanks, man. You can pick’em.” I heard this last voice say as he moved out of the room. I heard nothing. I waited. No sounds at all came from anywhere in the room. I listened harder. Was that the door closing? I rested now. I jumped when I heard James’s voice in my ear saying, “Well, how is my new breed bitch? You ready for me to take out that ball gag now?” I shook my head yes. He removed it, but I remained silent. “You think this relationship might have some perks for you?” I shook my head yes. “Well, to be honest, that’s the way I see it. It also has perks for me, and you know what they are, don’t you?” I shook my head yes. “You proved yourself tonight. You are who you say you are. Only I know more. I know things you haven’t told me. But, in fairness, I never asked. And, I’m not going to ask, because I know the answers already. You know what I’m talking about. No need to verbalize what is obvious, do we?” I shook my head no this time. “You and I have just a little more to do tonight. Another treat for you I’m sure you’re going to enjoy while those loads stew in your ass. You enjoyed what I arranged for you here tonight, didn’t you?” I vigorously shook my head yes. “There’s a lot more coming your way, bitch. It’s nothing you can’t handle though and every bit of it you will enjoy. I guarantee it.” I heard James then move off on his bare feet. I suddenly realized that through this entire night he must have been naked even in front of those other men. That was a different and unexpected thought. I heard a cabinet door open and close and then a drawer open. I heard items being removed and the drawer closed. I finally heard him picking up items and walking back to me. I heard him put his wares on a counter top. He walked over to a corner and then back. I heard him place something on the floor behind me. He then moved back to the counter and transferred his items from there to the new object. Oh, it had to be a tray stand that I had. I now heard him tearing open plastic. I heard the clicking sound of metal items being joined. Clicking sounds of something like a switch were next in my ears. I took all this in but said nothing. He had indeed earned my dutiful trust. I would not question him now. He had done nothing of real deception and certainly not of harm that affected me . . . or my precious girls. He would not do anything now that would destroy that trust he knew I had in him. James teasingly gave my weights a push and let the pendulum come to rest once more. He continued with his preparation giving my weights an occasional push. Was this an intended cover up or was he getting off on seeing my balls swing back and forth like this? I didn’t care I finally decided. As long as he was enjoying himself, so be it. I was enjoying his playing. I felt his hand on my cheek as he began to trace along the outside of my ass opening something metal. It felt maybe wet. Lubed? Pressure increased as James slowly moved this object along the line between my opening and the dildo now so firmly pressed into me. After a few passes, the tip seemed to tenuously find a point of entry. Gently, James pressed harder slowly making headway. This opening was diagonal as he continued sliding this metal rod into my ass along with the dildo. Damn! It had to be an electric probe! Further and further he firmly but gently pushed the probe until it was as far inside as he could get it. He realigned it so that it ran parallel with the dildo. I began to get excited this time as he gave my balls a gentle push. I heard him tear something apart but couldn’t make out what it was. I felt him attaching a contact pad on the backside of my balls. He then applied tape over it. Ahh; the other tearing sound. He repeated his action on the front of my balls attaching a contact pad and then tape over it. I could feel the wires running from the pads. One final pad was placed on the top of my dick and taped down. Not only had James seen my tens units but knew how to use it. And, he was going double use on me. With this configuration he had to have one pad on my balls with the probe in my ass leaving the other pad on my balls with the pad on my dick. “You know, you’ve made a mess below you. You’ll have to clean that up. But, before you do, you’re going to make an even bigger mess,” James said and laughed. We both knew what was in store and what he meant. My head reeled. I could not believe that he was going to treat me so well. He didn’t have to do this. I could take care of myself. I knew how. The first tingle ran into my balls and ass. It lasted mere seconds. Now, balls and dick felt the tingle of the current. Seconds again. James played with me running first one and then the other and then began repeating the low voltage tingling. It was just enough to know electricity was there. Nothing harmful; just low voltage fun between a man and his new bitch. Between a man who was a cop and his new bitch who had been fucked by a couple of the cop’s buddies was what this was now. James was actually going to jack me off using electricity so that he could watch me. After a few minutes of this teasing current, James upped the voltage. He continued to play off the balls and dick and balls and ass combination. I never knew which would give me the volts. I didn’t try guessing. What did it matter? I was getting my ass shocked, my balls shocked front and back, and my dick shocked. In such a situation, did it really matter from where the voltage courses through my body to hit the other lead? Not at all. The fact that James was masterminding this electrical masturbation to set me off satisfied me enough. Upping the voltage brought a big reaction to me now. James carefully orchestrated the dials. He applied one for periods of seconds at this new level switching it off at precisely the point needed. He allowed for recovery before turning the switch on again. He still had me dumbfounded as to which would be used. I only knew that I reacted for him each time that he turned on the unit. It didn’t matter which one it was. Alternating between them consistently and then suddenly he would begin a random use. Each time I stiffened as did my sphincter muscles around the dildo when it was that tens unit or my cock would strain almost imperceptibly. My balls never reacted as they had shrunk as much as they could. Being held in place by the parachute and my leather wrap, they went no where actually. Throughout this electrical play, James had continued his game of pendulum swinging with the weights. I had to know what this meant for him. I had to find out without asking though; that was forbidden. But, whatever the reason, it did provide him with fun and entertainment which was what I was there for. It was after all about his entertainment and being pleased. I realized that for some unknown reason James had stopped. No electrical current had been used in several seconds. Could it have been minutes now? There were only two possibilities: First, he was tired of the scene and releasing me or second, he was going to up the voltage again. I waited and rested as best I could. I was at the edge of the unknown. I could hear, I could not see, I could speak, I just dared not make any sound though. ZAP! My ass and the back of my balls were being fried or so it seemed like. I failed in my duty and did make a cry out but not for mercy. It was more of surprise catching me off guard when the jolts ran into me. I remained stiffened clamping down on the dildo with my sphincter until I thought I would squeeze it in half as I begged my balls to flood my dick with their contents. I strained against my restraints as this new level of electricity raced from the battery past the switch through the cable to the probe in my ass and to the patch on the back of my balls to my skin surface setting off the nerve endings inside my body. This was James’s highest level of electricity yet, and he held it there. My balls could stand no more. They began straining harder still trying to rise up on me with no success but the contents of them began coursing through my body sliding eagerly into my dick where they raced through it and began a faster than imaginable exit from the piss slit on my dick splattering the floor below me. Two fast globs of my own cum load hit the floor before James had time to turn the second tens unit to a matching setting of electricity. He instantly reacted and pulled the lead off the back of my balls allowing only the frontal to send its electricity into me. My entire body shook and strained as this orgasm overwhelmed me. James began turning down the electricity allowing my body to take over. I continued to strain as my balls emptied themselves no doubt of every bit of fluid in them. They had to be as dry as the Sahara. I collapsed as the last of my own orgasm left me. This had been unreal. I had never experienced such before. I began breathing heavily and deeply as sweat rolled off my body and stars shown brightly for me. Saying nothing, James slowly and carefully removed the tape and contact pad from my dick. He did the same for the one on the front of my balls. He slid the probe carefully out of my ass. I continued to breathe heavily but lay there in total exhaustion. My brain was numb. I heard him moving around the room until at long last I felt his hand at my balls once more. He was removing the weights gently. Each was taken off and finally the parachute was removed. He then removed the leather strap from around my balls which had been there most of the day. The blind fold was removed and one by one the straps holding me down were loosened. I stayed where I was though. I knew I would need some more time to put my equilibrium back together. My breathing had become normal, and my eyesight was clearing. I began a tentative rise from the fuck bench. Slowly, I pushed myself up off it until I was kneeling. James now removed the duct tape from my left leg pulling the hair out with it. He did the same for the tape on my right leg. As I steadied myself in this kneeling position, he now removed the duct tape from my hips pulling on the skin. I leaned back forward as he made the final removal of the tape from my ass and removing the wood block which held in the dildo. The dildo was now slowly removed from my ass and dropped onto the floor. Once more I stood up kneeling and began to back my way off the bench. I put one foot on the floor and then the other and steadied myself. I collected my thoughts and mustered my strength. I had a lot of cleaning to do. But, damn, I was in a post-electrified well fucked mood. I turned and looked at James with satisfaction and endearment hoping to see him satisfied and pleased. He reached his arms out to me. I walked the two or three steps to him and was enveloped in his arms. He held me close to him, and I snuggled in. He hugged me tightly. He was satisfied and pleased. There was no doubt in my mind now. He had said nothing but had offered me his arms to be held. We stood there together for a few minutes. I then gently pushed away kneeling in front of him. I looked up at him then at his dick and back to him but said nothing. He nodded. I gently lifted his dick and put it in my mouth closing around it. He almost instantly began to piss. I drank and drank not allowing any of this precious fluid of his escape me. I suckled his dick when the piss stopped flowing. He removed his dick from my mouth, and I stood once more. “You are a helluva good bitch. The best I have ever met. You are tired and need to sleep. And, I’m going to sleep with you. You and I will clean and put everything away from here tomorrow.” James declared. “I truly would enjoy your spending the night but must tell you that my girls sleep in bed with me. They always have.” I had to be honest with him. “I figured that out already, bitch. Now, let’s go upstairs.” James said and smiled. Part 4 We turned off the lights, closed the door, and went upstairs. I let my girls outside to do their business and locked the door once they came back in. I checked the front door and found it locked including the dead bolt. I stood there looking at the locks. James had locked them when he had let the last man out of the house. Of course. He knew he was spending the night, then. I smiled. I walked back through the house finding that James had turned out the lights and met me in the hallway. The four of us walked to the bedroom. James and I tossed back the covers and crawled in covering ourselves. The girls jumped up on the bed, looked at us, and settled at the foot one at either corner. I moved closer to James and found his arms wrapping around me once more. I had no sooner settled myself when I felt his dick growing hard. I reached over and suckled his left nipple before turning my back to him. We repositioned ourselves, and he began inching forward pushing his dick further and further into my ass. “That,” he said, “is for in the morning. Just so you’ll have something to dream about.” He wrapped his arms around me once more as I heard his breathing become shallower. My mind began to wander as I felt his dick in my ass for the third time that day. We four then slept. True to his word, I awoke the next morning with James still inserted in my ass. He had to have reinserted himself at some point in the night as I move around when I sleep. I know as I’ve been harrumphed awake several times by one or both of my girls when I have disturbed their sleep. I had barely awakened when I felt James stirring, tightening his grip around me and pushing himself deeper inside me. “How’s my kunt?” “Tired yet rested. Ready to serve you, Sir,” I responded. With nothing more to be said, I felt myself being pushed over onto my stomach after James had tossed back the covers. We both completed the roll. James began assembling our positions and soon enough I was on all fours with him kneeling behind me with his hard dick planted still in my ass. He grasped my hips as I relaxed in anticipation. Suddenly, James jerked backwards pulling his dick completely out of my ass. I was caught off guard but quickly clamped down on my sphincter closing up my hole. Just as he had planned, as soon as I clamped my ass shut, James invaded me full force going the complete length of his cock into my ass. The searing pain was unbelievably wonderful. Though he had some wetness on his dick, it was not enough to make an easy entry—but, that was okay, too. My head jerked upwards as I opened my mouth to scream with the sound of protest dying in my throat replaced by my yelling, “FUCK YOUR ASS! DAMN HOT! SIR! BREED YOUR KUNT, PLEASE, SIR!” And, breed me he did. His cock pistoned in and out of my ass spreading my innards and continuing the pain that soon became such wonderfully delightful sensations that reminded me of all the fucking and cum loads that I had taken the day before. “YOU . . . FUCKIN’ . . . BITCH . . . WHORE . . . KUNT . . . OF MINE . . . TAKE MY . . . FUCKIN’ . . . LOAD!” James screamed driving his cock deep into me unleashing yet another deposit of his ball juices. He stayed connected until the last vestige of his breeding was delivered. James ever so slowly pulled his cock out of my ass as I tightened down on it so that I could drain every last bit of his DNA into me. James rolled off the bed as did I. I knelt in front of him taking his cock into my mouth where he once more delivered his piss into me. When he finished, he pulled me up grabbing me tightly, then, slapped my ass and said, “Go let your girls out and feed them. I’ll be in the basement cleaning. Bring them down with you and coffee. I take mine black.” He released me, turned away, and began walking out. I took the girls to let them out and fed them when they came back in. The three of us went downstairs. I pulled open the hidden door and the three of us walked in. I signaled for the girls to sit and down at the doorway. I took the coffee to James. I noticed that all the toys had been placed in the sink and that all the paper and wrappings were gone. All the other equipment had been put away. I put my coffee down on the counter and got out my cleaning supplies. I cleaned up the equipment and then the floor. Once the room was back in order, I finished off my coffee. James had done so already. I went to the sink taking out the dildos and placed them in the apartment-size dishwasher. James came over to inspect the washer. He had not realized the significance of it but did now. I prepped the washer and began the cycle. James leaned back on the counter placing his cup on it. “You’re HIV aren’t you?” I looked straight at him stunned at the question as well as caught off guard. “Yes, I am.” I waited to see and hear what was coming next. James looked at me with his arms now crossed over his chest. He stared at me as he thought. “You love getting fucked and taking cum loads. You really get off on poz cum loads.” These were statements not questions. He was declaring an observation and was not expecting a response. “Climb back on that fuck bench. You have a procedure you need before we go back upstairs to talk again.” I walked to the fuck bench and climbed on as directed. I heard James opening and closing cabinets, then, his soft bare feet approaching me. I felt a coolness on my back as I also felt James forcing his index and middle finger into my ass. These two fingers pushed and slid their way into me as far as they could go. I felt then James hook his fingers and began withdrawing them scraping my insides. He moved from one area to another on my insides swapping off his index and middle finger from one hand to the other but continually scraping and abrading my insides. This was a big discomfort considering my weekend. Finally, James was satisfied and withdrew his fingers. I felt the coolness leave my back to feel it at my hole. I pushed outward on my sphincter as James pushed this new cock-shaped dildo into my ass. He pushed it in as far as the safety flap would allow. He gave it a couple of twists and then patted my ass. I stood up from the fuck bench and followed him upstairs. Nothing needed to be said. In the kitchen, I filled both coffee cups once more, and we sat at the breakfast table. We sipped our coffee. James finally said, “You enjoyed every minute of last night. You had fears at one point when you realized that other men were here. But, you finally realized you were safe as were your girls. You do belong to me and are my fucking bitch kunt . . . until I dump you. You can still get fucked by any man you want as long as you know I take precedence at all times. You agree?” “I had some fear, yes, but came to realize that I and my girls were safe with you here. Nothing that we have done causes me any dismay or hesitation to engage in doing with you present. I enjoyed every minute of being used.” I responded. “I always assume any barebacking bottom is poz. You’re the first I’ve ever asked. Knowing that you are HIV is not a deal breaker for me. I’m just putting it together in acceptance for all the kunts I’ve had before. To me, you will always be a fucking kunt to use—nothing more.” James said this last and looked straight at me. “You are stunned if not fascinated or intrigued by my honesty about being poz. I put a face of reality on the issue. You are fascinated at the intimacy that I embrace my HIV status. You are in fact turned on that I love taking poz loads of cum. I know this because you did everything you could to make sure my ass would be primed and ready for absorbing the cum put in there . . . poz or I suspect not.” I responded. James had to understand that I was his fucking kunt, but he got just as high watching me taking loads of cum and especially taking poz cum loads in my ass. He was turned on to seeing me relish the brew that would fill me at his direction. “Sir, with deep respect, it is serving and servicing you that I need. You will find me a willing participant in whatever scene you devise respecting those limits outlined. Seeing or knowing when blindfolded that you are excited or aroused makes me squirm in anticipation. Your visual satisfaction and your sexual gratification is why you will find me your best fucking kunt ever. With each time that you breed me or beat me, you gain more and more of my loyalty if not devotion but only as a fucking kunt for you. Nothing in return is expected from you.” I said all this and then waited. James turned over in his head all of my words. We both sipped from our cups. He finally said, “Last night was only the tip of the ice berg for the both of us. I’ll see what type of fucking kunt you really are and just how far you will go. I’ve never found one of you bitches willing to go where I want to go. I’ll see though. And, I’ll see about those limits of yours. This I will tell you though you’ll enjoy the use by some of my buddies like last night. Not every buddy will know where you live. Only men I work with will ever come here. Anything else will have to be arranged elsewhere. Now, tell me about Starkland. Specifically, tell me about all the men who fucked you.” I gave James my eventful day at Starkland. I told him enough for information but not every little detail. He needed only the highlights to know what all I had done. James cocked his head a bit when I told him about going home with the Black guy and what all had transpired there. He also was keen on just where the three lived. At the end, James was silent. “You enjoyed your entire day, didn’t you?” “Yes, I did. Everything that happened the entire day and today,” I replied. James thought some more. “You really do not care what man fucks you, do you?” “No. More coffee?” I asked rising to fill my cup. James offered his cup to me and asked “Do you party? Do you do illicit drugs? Or have you ever used them?” I walked over and refilled the cups returning to the table. I was caught but had nothing to say but the truth. “I have used pot, poppers, ethyl spray, and snorted coke a couple of times. I’ve also used G once or more used on me. My preferred drug is meth. I’ve snorted it, smoked it—I love shotgunning meth—had booty bumps, and most of all I love slamming. I get physically turned on by slamming. That said, I’ve not done K or X but would love to try them. I just don’t have a source and especially K. I’m very reserved when I use as my body absorbs any kind of drug quickly . . . even legal ones. I’ve been overdosed on Novocain from a dentist. I use enough just to excite me and enhance the playing. I mix my own and don’t take my eyes off it.” James looked at me. “Good. I won’t need to teach you about use and abuse. I’m a cop when on duty. I’ve got my fucking kunts, and I use them hard. I’m just not a prude or a strict enforcer of every law. Every time you use, I’ll be watching even when you don’t think I am. This house is protected now. You are safe. That doesn’t mean you can be stupid. I’ll show you where in here and what. Don’t try to hide anything from me.” “I understand, Sir. However, using illegal such is in your hands alone.” “Now, the first job you have as my fucking kunt is to call those three from down the road and to arrange for them to be here next Saturday to fuck you in your bedroom. I’ll have it wired by then and am going to tape it. You will not tell them they are being taped. Once they have fucked you as much as they can, you’re going to shove a dildo up your ass to keep all that cum inside you, then, call me. I won’t be far away from here. This tape is mine and no one but you and I will ever see it. I will show you where to store here all the tapes I make of you and if something happens to me, destroy them. I’ll do the same if something happens to you.” “If you work out and I see no reason that you won’t based on yesterday, you and I will take some trips out of town. You won’t regret it. What do you do with your dogs when you go out of town,” James asked. “I have friends who look after them. Usually, one or two will move in to keep them company. None of them know about my other room downstairs. I put all private information in there when I’m gone,” I offered. James rose and put his cup in the dishwasher; I did the same following him back through the house to the bedroom. The girls went over to their favorite floor spots and lay down. James stopped beside the bed and was deep in thought. I began pulling the top sheet and covers up. When I finished, James looked at me and said, “You and I definitely will be making out of town trips. Are you available to go the next two weekends? Maybe even gone from Thursday until Monday?” “That would be really fast but possibly I could arrange it.” “You make the arrangements as soon as possible and let me know when. You don’t need to know where just that you’ll be out of town. I’ll give you details later. You have a cell phone that can take calls in case of an emergency. Now, two things: get those three here to fuck you for filming and make arrangements to be out of town for a long weekend. We’ll be flying. I’ll make the arrangements with the airline, hotel, and transportation. I’ll tell you how much cash you’ll need. Everything else you’ll need a credit card. Okay?” James asked. “Yes, Sir,” I responded. James looked around the bedroom. “Go get my clothes while I make friends.” I left to retrieve his clothes from downstairs. Returning, I found James sitting on the floor with my two girls sitting beside him grinning and wagging their tails. I placed his clothes on the bed, then walked to my dresser pulling open one of the drawers. James rose and walked to the bed and began dressing. I immediately returned and took over the job. When finished, I held out my hand. James did the same, and I dropped a house key into his palm. He put it on his key ring without a word. Nothing needed to be said.

Just to make this even better.... turns out that we wear almost the same, identical shoes... because, he sent me a message at the end of the day asking if I accidentally slipped his shoes on instead of my own. I slipped one off, and sure enough, I did. I told him that I'd pack my stuff up and be over in 10 minutes to give him his shoes back (seriously.... it was an honest mistake). He had to be at a late meeting, and I didn't want him to be late because of me. So, I pop over there... sit down on the bed and start taking off my shoes. We're just casually chatting.... me sitting there, staring up at him standing in front of me. He's in jeans and a button down shirt looking sexy as FUCK. I stand up, we keep talking.... make out a bit, then go back to talking. After a while he's grinding against me, and I'm doing the same back to him. He's grabbing my ass and pulling me closer while we continue to make out. "Fuck it, I'm already late," he says and starts to unbutton my shirt. I go for his belt and drop his pants, then I get to work on my own clothes while he does the same. Before too long we're fucking on the bed again... he's slamming into my ass with me on my back and my knees practically touching my shoulders. He pulls out and spits on his cock at one point and slides it back in.... I moan. He smile back at me and shoots me a look, and I say, "I didn't tell you this, but I have a huge spit fetish, and that was fucking awesome." He admits that he has a bit of spit fetish, as well, and then proceeds to spit right into my mouth several times over our time together. After about 15 min, I can see the look in his eyes, and I say, "Go ahead, breed my ass." And he does. His thrusting only slows a bit. Then, with one final, hard push, he's buried balls deep. He opens his eyes, shoots me as sexy as fuck smirk, and starts thrusting again. Slow at first, still forceful, but not nearly as fast as before. He closes his eyes and turns his head to his left, biting his lower lip, and I can hear him breathing harder. After a minute, he's grunting, loudly. This is turning me on; I love a guy that's vocal/verbal, and he was kinda quiet up to this point. Thinking I'm knowing what he's trying to so, I ask, "Are you trying to cum again?" "UH HUH," is all he can muster up. He's pounding my ass harder and harder with each thrust. I try to clamp by hole down on his fat dick as best as can, but he's opened me up pretty well by this point, so I'm not sure just how effective I'm being. He's banging right into my prostate. I'm moaning and swearing like a trucker. He's getting louder and louder. At this point, I think that we both realize we don't care if anyone else hears us. He slams down into my ass, balls deep, hard, and holds there. He's cumming again in my ass.... and loudly this time. I fucking love it. "After I cum, if I just keep going, the second orgasm is even better for me," he says. "Ha, yeah, I gathered that. Dude, that was fucking awesome. You didn't even lose your hardon, and and you just bred my ass twice in 15 minutes without stopping." All I get from him is that sexy smirk again..... so yeah, I'm basically melting at this point. He pulls out and get up on his feet. I follow suit and drop to my knees in front of him to clean off his dick. "I'm not as innocent as I look," I say when I stand back up. "Ha, I didn't think you were innocent at all, man. I mean, come on, your screenname is kinkbtm." "Good point," I reply. We talk and continue to kiss for a few more minutes before we both need to get going. Neither of us are single.... and he lives in Texas, while I'm in Illinois. He's just here for business. If circumstances were different, I'd be all over this guy. When I used to sit back and picture my future, this guy pretty much is exactly what I want. But, that's not possible for either of us. We're trying to get together again today, but his work schedule changed so we can't get together for lunch, and I have dinner plans after work, so I'm not sure that we're going to be able to pull it off again. Which SUCKS, because he said that he doesn't usually come here very often.... and I need to get that dick in me again.

Fingered random cum off of the floor of a local ABS while sucking on a cock, then getting fucked in one of the bigger booths. Working on going to a bathhouse to try and become more of a slut.

my sluttiest moment is where i offered my hole up to anyone at the baths....just the door wide open, ass up and poppers in hand! got bred by at least 8 guys!!

When I am sore, I find another fuck is just the thing I need. It's kinda like a beer is great when you are feeling hungover.

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

Last summer I went on a day hike in the forest with two budes, just for something to do, get out of the house. When we stopped to rest one thing led to another and I leaned up against a tree as they took turns in my asshole. Niether lasted very long since it was a quicky and they both cam within 5 to 10 minutes. I had wet undies the rest of the afternoon as their cum dripped out of me.

Got drunk and stoned at a porn theater and laid naked on the filthy floors as pigs pissed on me, sat on my face, and lifted my legs to fuck me.

Damn...I hadn't realized I had farther to go. "Sex addict" always seemed like a great designation to me. So after you reach "whore" status, does that mean you get paid for posting?