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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.

Ben Huller made series of videos gaping east european boy's asses. This one is my favorite, watch how Ben holds the twink at 14:45: http://www.xvideos.com/video2991417/hardcore

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.

A new nude bar opened in my area a while ago and I have been going there as often as I can. I am always lucky there as it seems the guys there don't care at all about using condoms. I went there tonight and it was rather quiet, but the few guys who were there were all very hot. Often when I go to the bar I am very drunk, or I get drunk while I'm there, but tonight I was completely sober, and I almost left because it was so quiet, but I decided to take a walk around the back to check-out the dark rooms and the sling. There was nobody there, except one exceptionally hot guy who I had seen on my way in. He was a sporty kind of guy with a perfect body and, (as I prefer them to be), a medium sized cut cock. As I'm generally quite shy (particularly when I'm sober), I wouldn't as a rule even think about approaching a guy like him, but to my surprise he began the conversation, remarking he liked my bum. "Thanks," I replied, which was apparently enough for him. "Do you want to play?" he asked. "That's why I'm here," I responded. "Let's go to a room," he suggested, and once there, I began sucking him. He took a while to get hard, but even so I enjoyed playing with his soft cock. Eventually he made me turn around and he played with my bum, lubed it up and in he went. It felt so good. When you are sober you feel it so much more. He fucked me for a short while only, and then suggested that we should go to a room with a bed, where I could lie down and he could take me from behind. He got even harder as soon as he went in, and he was clearly very horny, because very soon after he came. He pulled out just before he came, but he dropped a huge load all over my bum and my back. I turned around and gave him head, licking every last drop of cum from his cock. He really enjoyed that. Then I scooped his cum off of my back and bum and slurped it down. Again he complimented me on my nice bum, and left for a smoke. I was horny as hell by now and hadn't cum yet, so I hung around near the sling for a while. A couple, who I had seen when I entered, arrived. The one was slender and blonde, with a stubbly beard, the other was stocky and tall. Both had long, uncut cocks. It looked like they wanted to play, but neither made an advance, so I reached-over and began playing with the stocky one's cock, which I found to be slightly bigger and thicker one than that of his mate. His mate was excited by this, so I started playing with his cock as well, and soon enough both were rock hard. They did not want anything more but being sucked off, so that is what I did: I knelt on the floor and sucked them both, alternating between the two. My cock enjoyed that too, cause I could feel it getting hard and I had to control myself not to cum yet. Again it wasn't long before they came, first the slender one, who had a body like a swimmer. Really sexy. Again the kind of guy I would be shy to approach normally. (I will add here, usually I go for the much rougher, bear or leather type guys, they turn me on, but tonight was an exception). So, the slender one came first, shot his load in my mouth, everything, spurting out quite a bit of cum. I haven't had such a good blowjob with such a happy ending in a while. The cum just kept cumming. I could feel his cock contract and spurt again and again. His cum tasted slightly sweet, and I ate it all, until he emptied his balls. Just moments later his mate, the stocky one, also started cumming, so I had to switch cocks and I took his load as well. It was not as much, but it was as good. Warm and salty. I ate it all. And as I did this I shot my load as well, no hands. So tonight no load up the ass, but so much fun. Last week was another story. I arrived quite late at the bar, and was rather tipsy already. I sat at the bar counter first, having a smoke and a drink, and then moved towards the back. It was very busy, there were lots of guys. I went to my favourite spot, the sling, where there was already some action. There was a guy on the sling being fucked, and several guys standing around. I moved past them, touching several hard dicks, and stood up against the wall with my ass stuck out for action. I didn't have to wait long, a guy with a very hard and very thick cock entered me at once. He fucked me long and hard, too long in fact. He never lost his erection, but he also never came. I got a bit bored with that and after giving him a lot of time to cum, I eventually decided to move along. It wasn't going to happen. I explored the dark rooms again, and found a very tall, slightly older guy standing around, rock hard and waiting for action. I knelt down and started sucking, and it wasn't long before he turned me around and started fucking me. His cock was hard and long, but by now I had been lubed up so he entered me easily, and slid up and down inside me quite forcefully. We moved along to a room, where he continued fucking me, and then he went to the room next door and started fucking me through the glory hole. We made so much noise, he was afraid the cubicle would break, so he suggested that we go to a room with a bed. Which we did. I lay down on the bed and he lay down on top of me, entering me from behind. It felt so good. That is my favourite position, because I can really feel a cock inside me when I am lying down. He fucked me good, and I could feel his cock contract and start squirting out cum. My favourite feeling in the world when I can feel someone's cock inside me spurting out cum. He did not pull out after emptying his balls, he just lay on top of me, so I could still feel his cock inside me, I could tighten my ass and let my ass play with his cock while he was still inside. When he eventually pulled out I licked the last few drops of cum from his cock, but he pulled away, he said his cock was too sensitive. I went back to the sling, with his cum still inside me. There were two guys in the room next to the sling, but the one guy was like a fridge, he did not move, he did not touch anyone, he just stood there upright, with his back turned towards the other guy. So I moved past him and started playing with the other guy. He was already hard because I think he was planning to fuck the guy standing there without any emotions. But when he saw me I think he changed his mind. He pushed me down on the bed, on all fours, and stuck his cock in. It slid in easily, because my hole was sloppy from the previous guy's cum. This guy, a much younger guy, had been sitting at the bar all night and I think he was very horny by now. He fucked me hard. Really hard. His cock was not huge but it was hard, and I could feel it thrusting inside me. It felt great. He pushed me down onto the bed, so that I was lying flat again, and once again I was in my favourite position. I could feel every move he was making inside me. He came quickly also, maybe just five minutes and I could feel him contract and shoot. What a feeling. Two loads one after the other. By now I was really longing for more. But when I went walkabout afterwards I realised the bar had almost emptied out. There was barely anyone there. So that was it for the night. But it was a good night.

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.

Still enjoying it and it will continue! As you said NLbear I must admit its a huge turn on knowing my friend knows nothing and thinks his "straight" dad is out there trying to find women. Even I didn't have a clue for years that he liked dudes.

MEGAPLEX is the best! Sex shop across the street, too!

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...

Yesterday afternoon at the sauna, 6 raw loads while was in a sling, all raw, no questions asked was awesome

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

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

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....

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

My God I love a huge cock.

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

That's hot man. I really do love black meat. It took me a while but my buddy and I decided to try our first slam. We were hanging with a guy that we'd partied with before and he asked if we wanted a shot. My buddy said yes, so I said sure too. I was thinking of a G shot - had no clue it was going to be a slam. He leads us to his bathroom which I thought was odd since the G was in the kitchen, but figured they got distracted. The next thing I knew he was measuring out crystal and placing it in syringes mixed with saline solution. My eyes must have been bugged out of my head. We'd been smoking and did some G earlier, so my inhibitions were already down. It turned me the fuck on! We waited a few minutes to let the solution reach it's potency and he asked which of us wanted to go first. My buddy Scott volunteered (fucking slutty pig! lol) and I watched as he tied off his bicep and wiped the veiny area with an alcohol swab. Within a few seconds, the needle was in his arm and he was talking Scott through what to expect. He pulled a bit of blood back into the syringe and slowly began to inject the tina into his veins. Scott took a few deep breaths, coughed a bit - and exclaimed "HOLY FUCK!" a few times and darted over towards the bed. I followed him to make sure he was ok and I could tell he WAS. He grabbed at my cock and just fucking needed it. It was incredibly hot. He sucked me and I fucked him a bit and then it was my turn. I laid back on the bed and assumed the position. Scott kept looking at me and I could tell he was flying so hard and just waiting for me to lift off and join him. It was the most intense feeling I've ever experienced. I just wanted dick and ass and MEN. Scott and I fucked and watched our hot daddy buddy slam himself - and joined us in lift off. We fucked and played and stretched each others man-holes for the next couple of hours. Our mutual craving of big black cock kicked in and we prepared 3 more slams for us and started hunting ...

Blayn and I have been very close friends for about 3 years now. He knows I'm bi and hes always been ok with it. We've even talked about tag teaming a girl someday. Most of our time together consists of drinking heavily and cruising country roads. He's been passed out around me a few times and even in my drunken state I never once considered taking advantage of the situation, that is, until we found ourselves in a 3 way with Tina. Blayn is the type of man that always gets what he wants, especially from women. He stands at about 5' 8", with a thin frame but unlike a twink boy with the same height and weight, Blayn has a natural muscle tone that reminds you that he's a man.Blue eyes that often change from light to dark blue and sometimes green. His captivating eyes paired with his bright smile is enough to make any woman fall to her knees but it's his 8 in cock that turns every woman he's ever fucked into his property, patiently waiting for his next call so she can experience his expert use of his fuck tool. I caught a glimpse of his flaccid cock while he was pissing once. I knew right then and there that he must be pretty hung because I saw a nice fat softie that had to hang at least 5 in totally flaccid. After some probing he told me some past encounters. One ex said she could feel him in her stomach. His favorite thing to do is to position his slut on her back with her legs on his shoulders and pound her cunt, she usually has to keep a hand on his hips because his cock starts to bottom out. I loved hearing his stories. I'm a decent 6.5-7 with 6 in girth. After showing him a pic of my dick on a pretty crazy night, he commented that he definitely has at least 1.5 in on me in length but he's not nearly as thick. I was still so turned on at the thought of his Big White Cock and all the pussy he's ruined for other men who could never reach the depths he has so effortlessly. I'm a pretty goodlooking guy. 6' with an athletic build, broad shoulders, nice round ass and thick strong legs. I don't have to search long to find someone to top my hairy ass or suck my thick cock, but Blayn had his hold on me and he didn't even know it. I was just waiting for my opportunity and then at long last I had it and it came in the form of a funny looking glass pipe and a small bag of crystal shards. We had been experimenting with coke and loved it, so when a friend of ours handed us this small sack and pipe we thought "why the hell not?" It took us a while to get any good hits but we definitely felt the change after we exhaled our first full cloud. "Holy fuck!" exclaimed Blayn, " This is better than coke! My body feels kinda tingly and warm. I just feel fuckin great!" My eyes widen as I blow a thick white cloud, suddenly I know exactly what he meant only I definitely felt hornier than I have ever been. Soon it became clear he must have had a similar spike in arousal because shortly after our first good hits he was inviting me to look at old pics of his exes and ,to my great surprise and happiness, a few videos of his ex wife riding his beautiful, long fuck stick. Seeing it right in front of me made me realize 2 things. 1: he may not be as thick as me but he was definitely stretching out this woman's pussy and 2: I wanted him to see how much better my hole would feel wrapped around that monster. So I start testing the waters, I've known straight guys who "party" and fuck guys so it was just a matter of triggering his horniness. I started by poking and prodding his crotch, "Ok is that ball or cock?" I asked. "That's my dick head" "No way!" i replied genuinely incredulous, "that feels really big, I guess you're a grow-er and a show-er" I said still lightly scratching his cock head, which to my delight, had started to expand beneath his jeans. "You're gonna have to stop that, Alex. It's startin' to feel good" he said before taking another hit of the pipe. Normally I wouldn't dare risk our friendship for a chance to be the hole Blayn uses to unload his cum into (why am I thinking like this? Why do i suddenly need to be this straight man's living fleshlight?) But it all felt so right. Miles from town, nothing but mesquite trees and cactus surrounding us as we sat in his truck, dimly lit but a full moon. I caught my reflection in his rear view mirror. My pupils had dilated to the size of quarters, his were the same, He felt his blood rushing to his cock and looked at me, both of our chests were heaving. He bared his teeth as if to intimidate me, "what the fuck are you waiting for, faggot?" he growled. My smile was short lived as I dove face first to his swelling rod. I got his pants down and there it was, standing straight up, no curve just a straight, white cut cock leaking precum like a faucet. I took it all the way to his big hairy balls on the first go. I wanted to show him what hes been missing all these years.He's moaning and thrusting his hips making his cock go even deeper. I have never taken a cock so deep in my pussy throat. I brought my lips to the bottom of his shaft and stayed there while I repeatedly swallowed, which resulted in my throat massaging his fat mushroom head. He knew he was close so he pulled me off and held my face in front of his and launched a wad of spit right on my lips which I hungrily licked and swallowed, thanking him before he ordered me out of the truck. "Strip" he commanded. I quickly complied. "get on your hands and knees right here in the dirt, faggot". I never heard him sound so angry and turned on. I hit the ground so fast I thought I had injured myself. "fuck yeah, let me see that hairy pussy hole", he sounded so mean and I loved it. He was going to use me. Use me all up for his pleasure and I wanted to be his good fuck hole. My body was aching for his big cock, my back arched involuntarily in an effort to give my straight god better access. I heard him spit and was immediately filled with his hard cock. the pain was blinding but paled in comparison to the relief I felt from finally getting stretched wide open by this straight, hung man. He owned me from then on and he knew it. He started thrusting deep, bottoming out in my hole. The mild discomfort of having his cock probe me deeper than any man ever has wasn't enough to dare attempt to slow his fucking or to make his thrusts more shallow. No, I was gonna take him however he wanted to me to have him. My yelps of pain and pleasure echoed across the empty fields surrounding us. I absorbed it all. the gritty earth beneath my knees, his sweat dripping from his tight abs to my arched back, his flared dick head leaving and then re-entering my hungry hole, his big low hanging bull balls slapping against mine. I was in heaven. I had lost track of time when I felt him grab my shoulders and fuck me even deeper than before. My screams of pain dissipated into the cool night air. After several of his deep thrusts he erupted, depositing his straight seed in a part of me that no man has ever felt. "FUCK! Goddamn Alex that was the best fucking orgasm of my life!" he pulled his softening cock from deep within my body. I shudder and realize that I'd kill to feel that pain again. "Too bad it's over" I say, still catching my breath. "What do you mean?" he gave me a devilish smirk, "I have some plans for us".

Part 4 I looked over at Blayns' tight body dripping with sweat. I was insatiable. I needed to feel his hot flesh on mine, his tongue bathing every inch of my body, his nails digging into me to let me know that I was pleasing him. I pulled out the bag of Tina and was disappointed at the amount we had left. I knew I could get higher, nastier if I had more. Blayn looked over and saw my dismay. "Don't worry, I'm making a quick stop before I take you back to my place". In an instant my disappointment turned into a nervous excitement. I hope it has something to do with my reward. The sun was peaking over the horizon as we drove away from the unfamiliar driveway that I assumed belonged to a biker friend of Blayns. Seeing all the parked bikes made me think about all the men that must be in the house walking around in their leather. I wonder if they ever like to use party pigs like the one I had recently become. My hole throbbed at the thought of being passed around a group of hairy bikers, getting covered in spit, piss and cum. Maybe someday but right now I exist to serve my straight God. As we pulled up to Blayns house I noticed his driveway was empty. His roommate must have left for work, I thought. Getting my throat fucked in his garage was hot but I had dreamt of burying my face deep in his mattress while he buried his cock deep in me for so long. We hurried inside. I barely had enough time to close the front door before Blayn spun me around and jammed his tongue into my mouth. My body was on fire with sensation. His tongue wildly explored every inch of my mouth, his hard cock slid up and down between our soaking wet bodies and his hands tweaked my nipples. His grunts assured me that he was enjoying this new dynamic. He wanted to reward me for being such a good pig for him and I wasn't going to complain. He pulled down my shorts and grabbed my hard cock with a tight squeeze. Showing me that he was still my master, he led me , cock in hand, to his bedroom. He was naked in and instant and before I could think I hit my knees and started to kiss and lick every part of him that I could. After just a few seconds he grabs me by my throat and lets a long string of spit fall slowly from his mouth to mine which I savored in my mouth before swallowing. He pushes me back hard and I end up on my bare ass leaning against his bed awaiting instruction. Blayn grabbed the paper bag he got from his friends house and begins laying the contents out on his dresser directly in front of me, but I couldn't see what he was doing. "You know I love you, Blayn said calmly. "I trust you more than anyone, and tonight you showed me just how deep your devotion to me goes. The next couple of hours I want you to remember that I'm still your master, but I think you deserve the get something back for being such a good fuck hole and to be honest, this shit is making me wanna explore some new possibilities with you, the first of which will be our first slam." He turned around with two freshly prepared rigs on either side of his long erect cock. I was nervous but I trusted my master, so when the crystals were completely dissolved I tied off masters arm with a tourniquet and slowly pushed the liquid into his protruding vein. He coughed loudly 3 times before his eyes shot open, I could see the hunger in his eyes so I quickly tied off. I pushed the plunger down as soon as I saw the red cloud shoot up into the needle. after a small coughing fit I was suddenly aware that I had no cock in me, Blayn jumped up in a flash and pinned me down against his bed with my ass in the air. He lined up his big mushroom head against my cunt and pushed in with all of his force. The majority of the loads I had just received had slowly leaked out of my hole and down my leg but what was left aided Blayns assault on my hole. I let out a moan of pure ecstasy. He jack hammered my ass for about 30 mins like that. I could feel the walls of my hole ripping, his cock felt like it was in my stomach and I loved every second of it. finally he flipped me around and rammed my cock into his mouth. the change in sensation blew my mind and all i could do was whimper as I convulsed. he sat up and and looked at me with a wicked smile. "You really need to get that hole filled dont you slut?" he said in an almost sadistic whisper. I looked up at him and nodded furiously. "well you're about to get filled all the way up, piggy". with that, he left the room and returned with a can of crisco and I knew what was coming next. He greased up his fist and forearm before preparing my hole. He saw the scared look in my eyes and with a soothing voice he just said, " dont you worry boy, you'll love it" and started working his hand up hole. he was able to get 4 fingers in almost immediately, He closed his fist and I screamed as I felt my ass stretch wider than it ever had before. "You like that pig boy?" he yelled. "Yes Master!, I replied trying to open up more of my hole for him, "Please sir, just shove it in! I want all of you in me now!" I looked down in time to see his smile widen before his punched his fist into my hole. I was in heaven with my God. I never felt so whole. Master began fucking me with his big fist while deepthroating my hard, leaking cock. I dont know how much time passed when he pulled his arm out of my gaping hole. "You hold that pussy hole open and Im gonna shoot this fat load right in, you got that?" "Please sir, seed ME! I watched as he stroked his beautiful cock with his greased up hand. It wasnt long before every muscle in my Master's body tensed and I felt the hot ropes of his seed shooting right to the farthest wall of my hole. All I could do was thank him over and over again, but he wasnt done yet. He grabs my cock with the same hand and strokes my cock. After only two strokes I released and entire nights worth of cum hitting him in the chest and abs. We stayed like that for several minutes just taking it all in. Blayn would wipe some of my cum from his tight torso and feed it to me or get a little taste himself. finally he leans over and kisses me. "If you tell anyone about this I'll fucking kill you, he growled. My cock twitched. Blayn headed to the shower and I headed home thinking about this once in a lifetime experience. A week later I got a single text from Blayn: Get over here PIG. You got a long weekend ahead of you. Hope ya'll enjoyed this story. I'll try to get some more of Alex and Blayns adventures together posted on here soon.

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

Part 11 I locked up and called my girls. I let them out back and waited for their return. By the time they had, I was in need of a bathroom. Damn. I was disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to hold on to his piss and load but nature was pressing mightily and would not take no for an answer. When I had finished, I looked at my backside in the mirror. Still definitely very red but there did not seem to be any serious welts raised. I checked everywhere and decided that James knew precisely how much to administer. He was definitely applying his belt full force but knew how to stop before damaging his goods. I went into the bedroom and made up the bed plopping onto the cover when I had finished straightening the entire room. I picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers inviting each man to come by for a lazy day by the pool. Four said they would be there, and I told them any time after eleven. I then called my favorite deli and made out my order for delivery. Neil told me the order would be delivered by noon at the latest. He would bring it himself if I wanted. I did. I then rested a bit but rose to get the last bits ready. We walked to the kitchen where I began pulling things together: glasses, tumblers for use by the pool, plates, flatware, ice, ice buckets, and napkins. We then walked outside where I surveyed the pool area. Enough chairs and lounges were available along with small tables. I adjusted the umbrellas for the appointed time and cleaned all the surfaces. We returned to the house and went to the laundry room where I pulled a half dozen pool towels. I took them out to the pool returning to the house to repeat this action as I knew that there would be more than just four men to show up for a lazy day by the pool. Getting four confirmed attendees meant that about a dozen would be the actual count. I had ordered twice that from my favorite deli. We went back inside, and I checked the time. It was a little after ten. I went to my bathroom where I showered quickly and did a quick cleaning elsewhere. I figured Neil for sure and always hoped for more but such invites were not dependent on accommodating the host. I enjoyed hosting such afternoons and parties. The men I invited seemed to enjoy them, too. But, those invited were a special blend of men. Every combination of ends of scales of comparison but each one was a committed barebacker and enjoyed the privacy of an outdoor party that I could provide. By the time I had toweled off and dressed to greet my guests, it was about ten minutes ‘til eleven. I walked to the kitchen and explained to the girls we were having a pool party today. They seemed to understand as their tails began to wag. They were so spoiled. I took the ice buckets out of the freezer and took them out by the pool. I had just returned to the house after taking the last of them out when I heard the door bell ringing. The girls raced to the front door but didn’t bark; they knew it was party day. I welcomed the first three: one invited—Jim; two secondary invites—Ron and Bill. I knew them and knew they would be welcome based on what Jim had shared with me about them. The girls wagged their greetings. Jim knew where to take Ron and Bill so that they all could strip and store their clothes. I went back to the kitchen and took the tumblers out by the pool returning to the house in time to hear new voices. Jim had answered the bell and let Alex in with his invitee Stan. Jim told Alex to take Stan on to get ready while he helped me finish up. We grabbed up some of the items to go out when Ron and Bill came in the kitchen. They grabbed up the remaining items and out to the pool we went. We put out everything, and I asked Jim to take Ron and Bill in the pool house and get the floats out for use. I returned to the house and was passing through to the living room when the door bell rang once more. I opened it for Korey. I greeted him with a big hug and invited him in. He introduced Frank who was accompanying him for the day. I welcomed him and told Korey he should take Frank on to get ready for the pool. I told Korey who had arrived already, and he knew each of them. I waited in the living room looking out the big window for a few minutes when another car pulled up. Larry got out along with two men whose names were Sean and John I thought. Turns out I was right. I had met the two and was on a nod and hello status but was sure they were okay since Larry knew what such parties meant. I checked the clock: It was now almost noon. I looked out the big window again as I heard voices at a distance in the backyard. The party was revving up as I had hoped. I could tell at least in the beginning it was going to be a lively time. I was sure that introductions had been made all around and no one was inhibited. Lawzy! I hope no one is inhibited. I’d hate to have a repeat performance as had happened that one time. The only time that a guest had felt so uncomfortable about so many naked men and had excused himself taking his inviter away from the party for awhile. Oh, well; that was then. As I had thought about these things and held my watch for Neil and the food, I had also begun thinking back about how these parties had begun. I smiled slyly and with pleasure. The pool had been an inspiration for a focus for meeting men in small groups. Invitees had come to enjoy the relaxed atmosphere where there was no pressure on anyone for any thing and every one was accepted for himself. It was a safe place to be with friends and to meet knew friends. I felt a wet nose nudge my hand. I looked down and said, “Well, Neil might be late this time. What do you think?” I got a long look and then a hard sneeze. “Well, we won’t hold it against him. He’s always done our parties right,” I said. I looked back out the window as a SUV pulled into the drive and up to the garage door. Neil had cut it close; but he had made it as promised I determined as I glanced at the clock. I noticed that he had brought someone with him. I wondered if Glen was staying or taking Neil’s car and going somewhere. I opened the door and went out to help. Glen said, “I hope you don’t mind my tagging along with Neil. He said it would be okay with you.” I had known Glen for a few months and knew he was an okay man. Neil had introduced us. “You are welcome to stay for the party. It’s nothing big and fancy. Just a few men enjoying a lazy weekend afternoon is all,” I said. I looked at Neil who nodded slightly. Glen would be okay; Neil had said. The three of us each picked up a box of food and went through the house to the backyard where we were greeted by the others. They all chipped in opening up the boxes and pulled out the contents setting the feast out as Neil, Glen, and I returned for the rest. Once all the food had been set out, Neil and Glen went back to the house to strip and return. Now, the party could begin in earnest. I settled on a lounge and observed with my coffee. My girls settled nearby in the shade. I had a fan installed to blow on an area for them. I do spoil them so. But, they are my babies and deserve the very best. Conversations were light but interesting for those talking. Jim, Stan, and Sean had taken to the pool on floats and were lazily being moved around the pool gently by the way I had the return water outlet rigged with an elbow. Someone had put on some music which was piped all round the yard but wasn’t blaring. It was intended to be heard but not to intrude. I listened to the closest conversation and added some points of my own. I sipped my coffee mainly until I decided it was time for a pool ride. I rose from my lounge, walked to the stack of floats, picked up one, and jumped into the pool with it. I bounced upwards out of the water and onto my float settling on my stomach. I balanced myself and then let the gentle force of the water push and pull me along around the edge of the oval pool with Jim, Stan, and Sean. The four of us were enjoying our round and round tour of the pool. I for one was mentally drifting around as much so as my body was drifting around in the pool. The four of us were enjoying the sun, music, and hearing the others chatting. “Looks like you’ve been having some serious play time. Or was it just a calling card of some pervert,” I heard Korey call out. “There are calling cards, and then there are calling cards,” I replied nonchalantly. There was laughter all around. They all knew my deep perversions. Some knew or at least suspected just how deep my perversions were as they had been on the giving end of their own sadism to me. No one was offended. I heard a splash and figured the pool was going to become crowded now. I continued to float along but had been drawn back to the present. “One day we’re all going to read about or hear about you being killed because of your obsessions,” I heard. I recognized Korey’s voice up close. “Despite what you may think, we all do care about you.” “Well, if you all care about me, then, you should make sure I get beaten and fucked just how I like it: rough, raw, and often. I wouldn’t be so cranky at the office then,” I played off his concern. I knew Korey was serious, and he knew I wouldn’t stop. I turned over on my side a little. “I know you all care about me. I care about all of you. I do. But, I’m as careful as I can be for what I enjoy. Besides, all of my favorite men will share in my wealth when I’m gone. I’d think you’d be happy to see me exit.” I laughed as Korey looked at me with his stern face. “I’m kidding. You know how I feel about that. I’ll stay as long as I can but will not wear out my welcome on this planet.” “If I thought it would do any good, I’d yank you off that float and have every man here gang fuck some sense into your head. You’d just enjoy it and be out looking for more once we were all done in,” Korey said. We both laughed at that. “We’ve already lost two though.” I looked at Korey. “Oh? Who?” “Frank and John,” Korey reported. No one cared but at least the ice had been broken for sure now. “I wonder who I’ll end up with,” I mused. “From what I’ve seen and snippets of hearing, it sounds like you may have at least a duo after you today. Neil and Glen have been eyeing you up in the pool. Of course, I’d like to fuck your ass again,” Korey said. He and I had been fuck buddies for several years. He knew all he had to do was to slide his fat black dick in my ass and ride away as far as I was concerned. But, there were times Korey held back and cleared the way by asking in his own way. He didn’t want to get in my way with other men when it came to me getting fucked. He knew how deeply I loved it. “Korey, you know you can fuck me any time you want. We’ve been super fuck buddies too long for you to think I would refuse you. You can have first dibs, middle, or last. Or all the above,” I said and looked at him. For his five foot nine body, he always looked as if he were over six feet tall. I guess it was that eight inch long black telephone pole thick cock of his that gave him his standing. I knew of no man who Korey had fucked who had not gone back for more. “Well, you know me. I’m going to nail Larry today and if I can work it, Stan. He’s difficult to pin down sometimes. I’ll save enough for you though. I’ll push all that bug juice you get in you all the way inside you,” Korey said as he moved off to climb out of the pool. I sat up on my float straddling it looking around at the men. They had now moved around the pool area and were in pairs talking. I had been off in la la land. I noticed that there had been some eating and drinking. No one ever needed to ask about getting something. Mine was an open house for using at these parties. Everyone looked so relaxed. I noted that indeed Frank and John were missing. My girls were napping. Jim rolled off his float ducking under the water. He rose walking to the side of the pool where he hoisted himself out. He then walked over to the towels and dried himself vigorously on one. He placed the towel on the back of a chair and went to fix himself something to eat. I looked up and saw Frank and John coming out the back door. I looked trying not to be obvious to see if there were any telltale signs of anything that had gone on. Yes, it did look like there were two used dicks waggling in front of them which was somewhat of a surprise. Good for them. I knew that John had been after Frank for quite some time but there had always been something that interrupted their plans. There opposites had been the attraction: Frank was tall, dark, very hairy, muscled from construction work, weathered look, homebody, quiet, reserved, and very standard gay sex man with his big uncut dick and thick fat balls. John, though, was short, light, smooth body—what nature had provided in hair John had mostly removed—average body from a desk job, somewhat a party guy, forward, and passionately wild about sex as a bottom even though his cut dick was average size matching his balls. I was glad to know that this was a very purposeful day. I wondered how many times they had fucked. I’m a pervert for sure. I’m glad I had gotten a supply in from Dim to restock the night stands in all the bed rooms. Korey had moved off after out talk and had swum the pool length several times. He finally worked his way to a side ladder and climbed out shaking himself. I watched him as he calmly walked to the towels pulling one up and drying himself slowly but completely. He hitched the towel around his waist and walked on to pick up a soda. I watched him as my float continued its slow journey around the pool with me sitting upright on it observing my guests. Stan and Sean continued their lazing on their floats drifting past me occasionally. I looked back and saw that Korey was now talking with Larry. The games afoot as Sherlock would say. I smiled wickedly. I then noticed that Alex headed for the house. As I bobbed along, Stan once more overtook me on my float. He raised his head up slightly and said, “You know, not many men would open up their home to men as you do. You’re such a strange man, Bill. I don’t get it.” I reached over and grasped one corner of his float pulling him closer and said, “It’s all about meeting men who are pleasurable to know. If I can provide them with a place to relax and enjoy themselves, it harms no one. That is, as long as everyone knows his own limits and never compromises them. This is a place to enjoy and to meet other men with whom any man can have fun. It’s simple as that. I can afford such a place and don’t mind making it available for men to live life to the fullest without pressure. Part of my lust for perversion is knowing other men are having a good time. Now, to that end, I hope you came prepared to have your ass fucked today. If not, consider if you want to. If you do but aren’t prepared, there’s my shower to use. I do know someone here wants to fuck you good.” I looked straight at Stan for a few seconds and then smiled. “He scares the daylights out of me,” Stan said. “I’ve always been versatile. But, somehow, if he fucks me, I’m not sure how versatile I’ll be afterwards.” Stan was serious in his estimation. I wondered a little but knew that he loved to fuck too much to give it up totally. It would be interesting to see Korey’s big fat cock sliding in and out of Stan’s hole and hearing Stan. I suspect there would be a lot of lustful sounds being made by both. “Well, you know you can say no. But, use of my shower still stands if you need,” I said. “Thanks but I won’t need it. One of the reasons I got in the pool was to avoid intake. I can eat later,” he said and winked. I knew what he meant and released his float. Stan drifted off slowly. I looked up at my guests and decided I need to do a check on things. I rolled off my float and waded to the steps. I walked around the pool grabbing a towel. I dried myself as I walked over to the buffet. A nice dent had been made but plenty was left. I grabbed two ice buckets and went to the house. I filled them and returned to the pool. On my way I noticed that Jim wasn’t to be seen. I wondered when he had gone inside. I got a cup of coffee for myself and then checked on the water bowl for my girls. I put some ice in it for a treat. They slept on. I took another cup of coffee and sat on a lounge. I had just taken a second sip when Korey and Larry stood up and walked toward the house. Korey looked back slyly. I heard water splashing a little and saw Sean and Stan getting out of the pool. Frank and John at the same time were walking down steps into the pool. They retrieved the floats abandoned by Sean and Stan and mounted them settling on their backs. Neil and Glen soon followed John and Frank settling in for a lazy drifting ride around the pool. Sean, Ron, Bill, and Stan moved closer to me. We talked on each observing with quiet nonchalance but still engaged in talk. I listened mostly to the kidding and joking banter that they had now started. Nothing crude or rude but I finally detected an undertone of sexual power among Sean, Ron, and Bill. After a bit more of the banter and innuendo, I said that some men simply talked about sex while decisive men would always go after it. Man was intended to seek out his sexual appetite and to satisfy it. There was a silence that followed. Sean broke the silence by saying, “Well, that should really settle that. I don’t know about you two, but I’ve got a sexual appetite after this day of rest that needs to be satisfied. So, do I go in and borrow a bedroom by myself or are you two joining me?” Sean stood up and started walking toward the house. Ron and Bill looked at each other then at Stan and me. They grinned and departed as well. As Bill entered the house, Larry came outside. As he neared Stan and me, I stood up and excused myself to the pool house. I went inside checking things out to use up some time. I didn’t want to impinge on Stan making his decision. I figured that Larry would provide some input on the decision that was to be made now. I finally came outside and fussed around the food. I finally turned to see Larry approaching as Stan walked to the house. “You can help me take all of this food inside. I think that’s where it will be needed next.” Larry and I took everything inside and quietly set things up on the counter. We returned to the poolside as Neil and Glen were exiting the pool. The four of us finished cleaning the pool area putting the trash in the garbage can, the floats in the pool house, lowering the umbrellas, and gathering the wet and dry towels. I took the wet towels to hang up before putting them in the laundry. I would get the towels from Neil and Glen later. My girls settled themselves off to the side out of the way. Every job needs at least one supervisor; these two always did such a good job. Neil, Glen, Frank, and John finally came inside after finishing the last of the outside straightening. Though never asked such help was always welcome. I took their damp towels they offered and took them to dry as well. Larry, Neil, Glen, Frank, and John were talking when I returned to the kitchen. Larry, Frank, and John had taken plates of food for themselves. I noted that Neil and Glen were lightly munching and drinking soda. The six of us sat on stools in the kitchen or stood around making small talk. It was an easy time and so natural that all of us were totally naked. All sizes and shapes were welcome here and no one was ever teased or ridiculed. I enjoy men who are comfortable with themselves as individuals and have no need to degrade or poke fun at others. Jim and Alex joined us finally commenting that there seemed to be some noisy neighbors of mine laughing after their report. We all laughed. They joined the others in now eating. It was pushing close to four thirty. I’m sure after such a day they each were hungry. Neil and Glen had made a good feast. There was plenty for everyone and most likely some left over which would be offered if not begged for everyone to take home with them. As we all continued talking and eating, Sean, Ron, and Bill slowly made their way into the kitchen. Bill was a little sheepish looking on his entry. There must have been something new in his repertoire of sex now. He was always a little sheepish looking whenever he had “discovered” the joy of something new. I wondered if he had overcome his mental block of eating ass or shrimping. From the looks now of all these men, I’d say they had enjoyed themselves today. The talk grew louder by virtue of the number of men now in the kitchen. Conversations were boisterous but lively and enjoyed. The food was being consumed swiftly now and drinks flowed to wash down the food. Everyone was having a good time. I moved about the kitchen putting out the last of the meal that Neil and Glen had brought. I did enjoy these times. I settled in on a stool with a glass of water. Enough of the coffee already. I practically lived on coffee. I’m sure way too much. Having become accustomed to consuming at least a pot of it a day was difficult to give up and why should I try. I knew it wasn’t the worst thing I could consume but also knew in the quantity that I drank it was not all that healthy. Oh, well; it beats all the booze I used to consume. I noted that everyone was here except for Korey and Stan. Korey had said he wanted to nail Stan and Larry. Looks like he got his wish and especially his Stan wish. I knew they both were enjoying themselves as all the men had. Korey must be taking so long because of having to overcome Stan’s fear. I wondered what the fear was but bet it was that he was afraid of Korey’s dick size as well as I suspected a fear that he might develop some deep seated feelings for Korey. That would not set well with Korey. I knew him too well. He was not the settling down kind of man but enjoyed having sex with any man that he met. Why does that sound so familiar? I was musing over the day and Stan’s predicament when he walked through the door. He glanced at Larry and smiled and then at Alex. Something was up. There was a story here now. I wondered how soon it would be before I learned what it was. Stan walked over took a plate and filled it selecting a soda to drink. Glen got off his stool and offered it to Stan who sat. No signal there of what had taken place. I knew that at some point I would find out. I didn’t know when, where, or from whom but one day I would learn what took place. I was the repository of all things that happened between men I knew. I knew about the sexual appetites of each in great detail. I knew who had been in relationships with each other as well as in relationships with others. Each had in turn informed me but each also had in turn been confirmed by others who shared their first hand knowledge in strictest confidence. I kept my word of silence to each . . . and to myself. Korey walked into the kitchen. Most everyone looked up at him but continued with their conversations. Korey walked over to me and gave me hug as he stood behind me. “Thank you,” he whispered in my ear. He walked away and got something to eat and drink joining in with the others. Jim said, “Well, my taxi is in need of departing. Ron? Bill? I hate to break up the party but do need to go.” It was a little after six now. The party had lasted almost eight hours. They all said that they too needed to go. Everyone started to clean up when Glen said, “Just leave it. Neil and I brought the stuff the least we can do is to clean up as well.” There were smiles all around but no one protested. They all left the kitchen to go find their clothes. I started to help but was chased out of the kitchen. Neil even let the girls out to take care of their business. Since no one had worn all that much clothing to the party, it didn’t take long to get dressed. As I wandered around the living room looking out the large front window, they each came in to thank me and say their good-byes. I hugged each as they departed. Korey had positioned himself to be the last in line. “Stan was a big surprise. You didn’t tell me.” “Tell you what,” I asked. “You didn’t tell me he liked to fuck, too,” Korey said. “And, I didn’t know I liked getting fucked.” He kissed me quickly and exited. I watched from the door as the cars were started. I noticed that when Korey reached his car there were two figures already inside. I quickly looked around and saw that Alex was departing by himself. I smiled inwardly. I knew that for sure now Stan had overcome whatever hesitation he had of Korey. Korey had also gotten a surprise himself. How interesting this day had been. I waved good-bye to them all and closed the door returning to the kitchen where my last two guests were just finishing. “You’ve got just enough left for a meal,” Neil said. “I doled it out and made everyone take something as you prefer.” Neil initially thought I was nuts to give away the food at the end of a party. Then, he came to understand it was about sharing and sending men off with something to eat later which would remind them of the good time that they had had. It made sense to him when he figured it out. “Well, thank the both of you for staying to clean up. It saves me a little work,” I said. Neil and Glen walked to me and hugged me. “We didn’t want you cleaning up after the others had left. We wanted you to ourselves,” Neil said as he hugged me once more. Glen stepped up to my side and joined in on the hug. “Well, since everything is put away, I suppose I should thank you two in some way for being so helpful. Any idea what would pay my debt to you two?” I asked. Part 12 Glen moved behind me and said, “Well, I can think of something.” Though knowing of Glen from Neil, I was a little surprised at his boldness. It didn’t bother me. Neil must have also told Glen all about me or at least as much as he knew about me. I felt Glen’s tongue run up my neck as Neil leaned forward and gently parted my lips pushing his tongue deep inside my mouth. The three of us stood there making out. Our hands roamed over flesh rubbing and squeezing it. Glen moved his fingers to my nipples and began massaging them gently at first but increased the pressure slightly with each passing minute. Neil had wrapped his arms around me pulling me close to him. I was caught between them. We stood together locked as if one body. Glen continued his licking on my neck, back, and shoulders as he increased the pressure on my nipples. He had begun a slow grinding now between his thumb and index finger. This friction-giving sensation was causing a hyper drive in me exciting me sexually. My dick had begun to fill and raise but with some difficulty since Neil was pressed to my front side. I could tell also that he was being aroused as I felt the hard pressure of his swelling dick that also was trying to lift itself up between us. Glen, too, was spurred on by his advances on me. His dick, too, was rising. Neil pulled his tongue from my mouth. I felt empty. He held me but lowered his head to my chest nudging Glen’s hand away from my left nipple. I felt teeth replace the fingers that had by now worked my skin to an almost rawness. The teeth felt super sharp because of the sensitivity of the area. I gasped loudly. Neil continued nibbling, chewing, and licking my nipple as Glen continued his ever increasing pressure on my right nipple. The two worked in tandem causing great and glorious beautiful pain to race through me. Glen shifted moving his hands under my pits which raised my arms and then clasped his hands together behind my neck. His release of my right nipple sent the blood rushing back in to the area causing sharp beautiful pain. Just as it subsided, Neil switched his attention from my left nipple to the right one causing the same sharp slicing feeling of his teeth as he had done when he first began working on my left nipple with his mouth. He grabbed my left nipple with his right thumb and index fingers and continued on with his torture. Indescribable bliss is all that I can say. Now, I was being held in place by Glen as Neil worked my nipples over. I knew they would be sore for sure when he was finished. There didn’t seem to be any interest in stopping until all of a sudden Neil dropped his hand from my left nipple and pulled his teeth off my right nipple. I felt him moving down to the floor where he grabbed my dick and shoved it all the way into his mouth. Seconds after he had shoved my dick into his mouth, Glen released his hold on me and once more reached around grasping each of my nipples with his entire hands and squeezed hard. He held tightly to the areas as Neil began sliding his mouth down the full length of my dick and then back off again. He sucked and sucked rapidly as I adjusted myself knowing that if the two of them continued much longer I was going to shoot my load of cum. Then, Glen released my nipples and stepped back away from me. I was now tied only to Neil who had my dick in his mouth. He shoved his mouth back down the full length and held there. I then noticed Glen had a firm hold of my left shoulder. I felt a hand on my right ass cheek and heard the crack of skin hitting skin. Again and again and again the sound reverberated in the kitchen. Glen switched shoulders that he held and repeated by hitting my left ass cheek. He then alternated between the two as Neil held my dick steady in his mouth. My dick, balls, and brain were all getting mixed signals. I willed my brain to succumb to the pain focusing on how it “hurt” when I was hit. My dick began to sag as Glen continued whipping me stopping only when Neil pulled his mouth off my dick letting the still semi hard dick bounce in front of me. Neil stood. He looked at me sternly. “Bitch, you aren’t finished yet by a long shot. I’m going to use you to teach Glen some things that he needs to learn.” “Yes, Sir. If I may, my girls need to go out and be fed. Neil if you would do that, please, and Glen if you would take the pool towels to the wash room, I’d appreciate it. I will in the meantime go and prepare the bedroom. If that is okay with you, Sir,” I said. Neil agreed, and I departed to make a quick readiness of my bedroom. When I got there, the first thing I did was to switch on the camera. I wondered how long James had set it to record. That wasn’t my problem. I then moved to the night stand quickly pulling open the drawer and checking the contents. It looked like everything was there. I quickly tossed back the cover folding it quickly before removing it to a chair. I then quickly tossed back the covers folding them also and removing them. Last, I moved the top sheet back folding it twice removing it. No need that anything should be on the bed . . . except us. I walked over to the night stand and looked in again. I walked over to my chest, opened it, and selected a nice leather belt removing it from the drawer and moved it to the night stand drawer. Just as I finished, Neil and Glen stepped inside the bed room. I took three steps forward, knelt, and lowered my eyes to the floor. The two walked inside to me and stopped. “I’m going to announce some training procedures. You can consent to or reject any of them without giving a reason. If you consent, nod your head once. If you reject, shake your head once. This is a training session for Glen in which you are agreeing to participate. Agreed?” Neil asked. I nodded once. Neil then proceeded to announce the list: nipple torture; spanking; spit; slapping; sucking; rimming; toys; ball weights; taking piss; fisting; fucking. After each, I nodded my head once. When he had finished the list, there was silence. I presumed Neil was trying to think of some additional items and couldn’t. I didn’t dare offer up any suggestions—it wasn’t my place to do so. Neil and I had played around some. He knew obviously of my Sm penchant and had learned from me how to administer such. He had been presumptive in offering me up to Glen as a study piece but I had a feeling that this session was going to be very informative for Glen as much as it was going to be enjoyable for me. Time would tell. I had decided to teach Neil after we had had sex the first time which coincided with when we met for the first time. He had come to my home to talk about catering a party. Neil had spent a few hours with me after that interview. I liked his whole looks. He stood 5 feet 10 inches tall, weighed about 170, deep dark brown eyes, in his thirties, short brown hair, naturally tanned body, fur covered chest but not overly hairy, nice rounded bubble ass that was heaven to munch, muscled from work, clean shaven face, small to medium size hands, balls that hung down and were the size of eggs, and a cut dick that started out limp but fluffed up to about 7 or 8 inches that curved upwards slightly. We had sparked when I opened my front door to him. I took him on a quick tour of the house and got down to business real quick working through the menu and necessities that his deli would provide for my party. Then, we moved on to more pressing matters that entailed him finding out how hard a fucking that I enjoyed with his dick and that I insisted on his four cum loads go in my ass and not for him to pull out. Glen on the other hand was a little unknown to me, yet I knew some things about him from Neil. He stood 6 feet 2 inches, long unkempt blonde hair, clean shaven, crooked nose from a skating accident, about 185 pounds, sparkling blue eyes, light body (not white but not tanned), in his thirties, some chest fur, naturally smooth ass that was round and firm, large hands, nice size balls that didn’t dangle but just hung there, and a semi cut dick that probably matched Neil’s dick. (Hosting pool parties has its benefits.) I was taking a chance here but always had the option to halt things. Neil had me to rise and to stand by the bed. I followed directions. From the second drawer in the night stand, he removed two nipple clamps and instructed Glen how to attach them and what they would do. Neil checked the tightness but found that Glen had attached them to me to his satisfaction. Not too tight but tight enough to stay on during the session. Neil had me to get on the bed face down where he attached the straps to my wrists and ankles that he knew were attached to the bed but hidden under it. He then proceeded to explain the art of spanking by hand, slapping, and using a belt. He pointed out the obvious marks left on the backside of me. He also let Glen test the security straps for the fit. Glen was a fast learner and asked some very interesting and pointed questions. Neil answered him as he had learned from me. Once Glen had learned how to secure wrists and ankles, Neil moved his learning on to the topics of spanking and using a belt. He explained my back which was obvious. Glen learned that after such a previous work out that left obvious marks it was unwise to go harshly again unless the sub was a heavy masochist. Glen obviously had had some experience in spanking as he had done a very good job in the kitchen. Neil had him to repeat his performance to see the difference between a standing masochist and one face down. After his trial, Glen was moved on to using a belt. He was walked through the procedure and then allowed to work on my back, ass, and legs which did nothing but excite and arouse me. My dick was pointing straight down toward the foot of the bed and began pouring pre-cum out of the slit making a huge puddle. This was pointed out to Glen. Neil then had Glen to spit on me. Glen then learned that it was about delivery and humiliation. He demonstrated how to send it flying and to hit hard. He talked to Glen some more and had him to try several more times. Neil opened the third night stand drawer and removed several toys. He let Glen handle them and explained them all: dildo; butt plug; speculum. Neil demonstrated all of the toys and how to use them. He pointed out for some masochists using a lube isn’t necessarily required and to always play it by ear. Neil did an excellent job instructing Glen. Glen had some snags when he took over for the experience but learned quickly. He had a little trouble with the speculum and needed some time to learn how to use it properly. Finishing out his instructions about toys, Neil introduced Glen to ball weights by adapting the session. He went in my closet and brought out a pair of my boots. He showed Glen how to use the laces to go around the balls to create weights. Since I was well up on the bed, he then used a rope from the night stand to tie off my balls running the rope down the bed tying off the boots to the rope creating the weight that pulled my balls well away from my body. Neil cautioned Glen to be very watchful of the color of the sack so as not to cut off the blood supply totally. The learning session was progressing along with Glen asking questions for clarity and Neil explaining in detail—but not boring detail—what each part of the session was and gave clear instructions on limits as well as what to look for. Neil had learned from me, but I suspected he had been doing some practice on his own. Good for him. Clearly, Neil was in charge and Glen was an excellent student. Neil went through the three possibilities of piss play: on; drunk; up an ass. (Anything else is just taking a piss.) He described the warmth that piss brought to a scene. He also explained about what one eats does affect the taste of piss just as it does the taste of cum. Neil described the sensual feeling that the warm water has on a body. Of course, some men are revolted by such play while others revel in it. I’ll take piss with a cum chaser when possible . . . or vice versa. Fisting was the next topic for school. Neil really skipped over this topic. He said he preferred to save it for another time since there wasn’t sufficient time to fully learn by doing. He promised Glen that he would cover it another time. Glen accepted his word. I wondered when that might be and just who the fistee would be. The last topic for the session was fucking. Neil quickly went through the basics/vanilla brand and proceeded on to the hardcore version. He described in detail how some men preferred hard hurting fucking where their ass was sore if not slightly injured by bruising. He gave great detail and description of how such was possible. Last, Neil went into some detail about incorporating Sm play into fucking. He explained how the masochist was usually highly excited by the use of Sadism during fucking. Neil ended the learning session by answering Glen’s final questions and then added, “So, you’ve gone through a lot this evening. And, our host here has been very patient and willing. We owe him a big debt of gratitude and need to pay it now. Unstrap his left side, and I’ll get this side.” When freed, I pushed up off the bed slowly and finally got off the bed stretching. I had been secured in one position for a very long time. I said to Glen, “Neil has learned his lessons well and gave you very good information. Absorb it thoroughly and be willing to expand on it. I believe you’ll become a very good Dom if not a Master of the art. From tonight’s experience, I’d say you both are well on your way down that proverbial Sm path and would be honored to serve as a subject if either or both of you would care to use me again. But, for now, as you can see from the bed and me, I’m ready for some good hot fucking from the two of you.” I turned to Neil and said, “Is there any issue with my need?” Neil looked at me and then at Glen and said, “No problem at all. Glen understands that you do not allow condoms used to fuck you. He is willing. He also knows you take all cum inside you. And, I believe he might be excited about that prospect.” Neil smiled at me and then looked at Glen’s dick which was now rising quickly. I noticed also that Neil’s dick was awake and aware. I stretched once more then smiling climbed back onto the bed on all fours settling at the end with the tops of my feet hooked on the side of the mattress. I looked at each of them and said, “Well, there will be no initial lube so whoever goes in my ass first is going in dry. There will be plenty of lube when he pulls out. You guys figure out who gets my ass first and who gets his dick sucked or ass eaten . . . or both.” I gambled but thought Neil would go first to give Glen an idea of what he was talking about in regard to hard fucking and possibly even some Sadism tossed in. I settle myself and waited. Neil finally started walking to the end of the bed and Glen moved up on the bed sliding in under me so that I could suck his dick. I lowered my lips down to the head of Glen’s dick and gently lifted it up with my lips sucking it into my mouth slowly. I lowered my head slowly the full length adjusting my throat and giving small bouncing motions to adjust to this new dick. I felt Neil behind me running his fingers over my hole. First an index finger entered and twisted as it was fully inserted. Neil began dry fucking me for a few seconds before adding his middle finger repeating the action. I said nothing but focused on the cock in my mouth. It had now fully inflated and was tasty with the coating of cum that had been smeared over it. Neil continued to dry fuck my ass with his fingers becoming harder in his insertions until he was at last pumping in and out of my ass hard, fast, and deep. As he hit his full stride, I began feeling his fingernails more and detected that the tips of his fingers had now been bent slightly. He made no outward sign of this change. As I continued to suck on Glen’s cock a little slower, I concentrated on sending a signal to Neil: I began to squeeze tighter on his fingers in a milking fashion. He continued as did I. When he had made about two dozen passes with his bent fingers using his nails, again he made no outward sign of change but began rotating his wrists moving his fingers around inside me abrading all around inside but not letting Glen know what we were doing. Neil had told me something about himself which I had not known or even suspected. About another two dozen passes and the pace in my ass began to slow until Neil was satisfied. He stopped his finger pumping and said, “Well, I’m sure you’re ready now for my cock. What do you think, Bill?” I removed my mouth from the tasty dick I had been sucking and said, “Oh, yes; I’m sure my ass is ready for your dick fucking me good and depositing that load way up inside me as far as you can get it.” I turned my attention to Glen and asked, “Do you enjoy your ass eaten? If so, feel free to flip back and forth.” I then slid my mouth back down the full length of his dick and sucked on. Neil lined his dick head up with my entrance and asked if I was ready. I nodded my head. He slammed his now steel hard slightly upward curved dick full length into my ass. His action split my hole open in a nanosecond and stretched my gut full open to accept his turgid tool. I stopped my sucking. I had not expected such exotic pain. It was beautiful, but it was a different man fucking me now than had done before. I held still stiffened by the shock but refused to move to dislodge this dick. Neil waited only a few seconds before he began withdrawing fully and slamming back full throttle into my ass. Again and again and again he yanked his dick completely out of my ass only to ram it full throttle the entire length back into me. This is what I needed. I focused on both of my holes being used now. I tasted the fully inflated dick of Glen while experiencing the lustful drive of Neil’s dick in my ass. This was a three way that was a first for me . . . and I hoped wouldn’t be the last. I could sense that there was a connection growing at least on my part. I realized that the nerve endings in my body were quieting themselves as Neil fucked on in earnest. I began to milk his pummeling which stirred him. Glen reached out and grasped my nipples manipulating them between his fingers. Harder and harder he worked them as my body was jolted from behind by Neil. Neil stopped his fucking and held his dick fully inserted. I heard him breathing a little hard. Slowly he pulled out telling Glen to swap places. I lifted my head up off the dick, and the two swapped places. Neil knelt ahead of me on the bed with his ass turned toward me. I drove my tongue into his ass and began feasting as Glen shoved his hardened skin tube into my ass. He began fucking immediately wasting no time for resting. His hands were firmly grasping my hips as he pumped in and out of me with a great purpose. He was driven to a purpose now: He had to cum up my ass after being sucked and now feeling my ass wrapped around his dick. Glen surprised me though despite being highly inflated and stimulated. He fucked me hard mimicking Neil’s thrusts with his own hard jarring full insertions of his dick. I milked his dick as I had done Neil’s. I ate Neil’s ass as I knew he loved having done as Glen began increasing his speed of fucking. I had no sense of time but focused on the taste of the wonderful ass my mouth was working on and the wonderful feeling of having such a wonderful new dick in my ass. Many minutes passed by; this I did realize. “Fucking ass. No holding now,” I heard Glen saying as he revved up his speed once more. Harder and harder he drove his dick in and out of me. I continued eating Neil as best I could considering the hard fucking I was receiving. I gently squeezed down on Glen’s dick and held that pressure. I periodically would give a quick squeeze and relax. “FUCK! DAMN! YES!” I heard Glen yelling as he made two quick insertions and back out movement holding himself fully inside me after the second. His hands had now grabbed my hips even harder. I knew what was happening. His white glue-like fluid was being delivered in my ass deeply. He was fucking his load of cum in my ass where it needed to be. I was thankful and getting hard once more just thinking of this new brand of cum entering my body for the first time. I had driven my tongue straight into Neil’s ass as soon as Glen had begun shooting his load. I began sucking as I held my tongue in place. I knew what this would do to Neil. Glen began relaxing his grip on my hips. I knew this meant that his discharge was ebbing. His breathing was slowing as well. I could only imagine how much cum Glen had given me but loved every little swimmer of his. I felt Glen begin to slowly pull his dick from my ass; I clamped down on him with my sphincter so as to drain every bit of juice in me. When the base of his dick head reached my ass hole opening, he stopped. I relaxed a little and allowed him to slowly pop out of my ass. Neil, though facing away from what was happening, knew that Glen’s fuck was over. He quickly moved his ass away from my mouth and got off the bed. Once more the two swapped places. This time Glen presented his dick for me to clean which I did with gentleness so as not to shock his for now sated fuck tool. Neil had found his place once more at my ass and drove his dick full length inside me as I cleaned the last of the fuck juices off Glen’s dick. Neil began pounding my ass for all he was worth. He was ready and took only a few seconds before beginning to cry out in his loud moans of lust and satisfaction. He made one final thrust inside me and began his discharge as well pushing his cum load out of his body into mine to mix with Glen’s cum load. More and more and more his cum fled his body and became a part of me. His grasp of my hips loosened as his moans and growls lowered in volume and urgency of delivery. He soon had completed his task and finished his job by withdrawing his dick as had Glen had done. As Neil’s dick popped out of my ass, I released Glen’s dick from my mouth. It was Neil’s turn now to be cleaned which I did with duty and lust in mind. The three of us stretched out on my bed and rested. Nothing needed to be said. I lay on my stomach as usual. I have this thing for gravity doing its duty once I’ve been fucked. We lazed there as we discussed Glen’s lessons. He was very interested in the Sm aspect of possibilities. He was a single man who had met Neil at the deli. Their relationship had developed as friends and now was expanding. Though not said, I suspected that the two of them were developing more than just friendship. I thought that Neil was finally coming out of his own exile because of Glen and was ready to move forward with if not a fuck buddy at least another man who offered an opportunity to teach and share other men with. We talked at length with me occasionally thinking of the recording and wondered how long the tape would record. I found later James had the machine set for four hours. Soon, though, it became apparent from Neil that his need was not limited to one round in my ass. This was usual. Glen was Neil’s equal in the need to fuck. The three of us returned to initial positions and repeated the scene with each dropping another load of cum in my ass though each did take a bit longer to do so. I didn’t mind as I had no plans to end this day. What did change was that Glen offered up his ass to me to eat which I did with great enthusiasm. Glen learned a new lesson in man-pervert sex. I learned later he became very fond of having his ass eaten that night. The two finally departed, and I turned my attention to my girls. I let them out and fed them. It was very late. I cleaned up the bedroom setting everything in order. We three then lounged on my bed and watched some television. I finally went to the kitchen and got a small snack returning to the bedroom where I also took a snack for my babies. We ate in silence, and I began to tire. I looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. It had been a long day. I got up and made my way through the house checking all the exterior doors and letting my girls out for the last time. We returned to my bedroom where I crawled under the covers as the two of them settled on their spots on the bed. I turned out the lights and set the tv to turn off in two hours going to sleep almost immediately.

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.

Yes it would certainly be nice if we could just hit onto a specific geographical area!!

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.

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.”

Whore Boot Camp – Time to Make the Benjamins: Lex’s silk tie was now cutting into the flesh of my bound wrists as he held me up, my body bent forward, while the muscular thigh of his right leg flexed as he thrust his raw dick into my gut walls. My ass had been filled with multiple loads and I had taken a lot of dick since my adventure began, but Lex had used his long, black dick to make my ass truly his own. “Tell me what you want, tell Daddy what you need,” Lex said in his sexy voice. I was week at the knees not just from the beating my ass was taking but from the way Lex made me feel – his touch, his breath, his voice, fuck even his smell made my head spin. Well, OK, maybe all the drugs I had been given had some effect too, but there was just something about Lex that made want to me beg and plead over and over, “PLEASE GIVE ME THAT AIDS DICK! PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME WITH THAT HOOD DICK. PLEASE BREED ME DADDY!!!” but the t-shirt gag in my mouth let me only make a loud “HMMMMMM, HMMMMM.” Lex growled like the alpha panther that he was, shifted his right leg a little further a long the edge of the bed as he stood behind me, closed his hands hard around my bound wrists and slammed my hole as he scraped my insides with thrust after thrust. Like a tremor from the Earth’s core, my whole body began to tremble and shake, my stomach convulsed, my eyes rolled back, I threw my head from side to side as I shot my own load over the bed and was thrown deep into orgasm. My ass fought to clench down on Lex’s dick as gob after gob of cum spotted the bed and Lex growled louder as he slammed my ass and his own dick began to pulse and spew his infected load. “MILK IT WHORE, MILK THAT DICK, SHOW ME YOU WANT MY AIDS NUTT, SHOW ME YOU NEED DADDY’S NUTT, SHOW ME YOUR HOLE DESERVES WHAT I GOT. RIDE IT, RIDE IT, RIDE…..UGHHH, GRRR…UGHHHH. YES!!!” My legs could not hold me up any longer, but Lex’s strong arms held me tight and with one hand he untied my wrists and the t-shirt gag around my head before letting me fall forward onto the old bed. Lex fell on top of me as his dick continued to twitch and bless me with every hazardous drop of his load. We lay like that a moment before Lex shifted his body and scooted me up further on the edge of the bed still impaled on his dick. I was on my right side with Lex behind me against the bedroom wall and every gentle thrust of his hips reminded me that his raw dick was still inside me. Lex kissed my shoulders, my neck, my back, and asked, “How was that?” I almost choked as I started to laugh, but sputtered, “Oh, it was ok I guess, not sure you paid attention when Mr. Well’s was teaching you all how to fuck.” Lex laughed hard at that, pulled his dick out of my ass, rolled me onto my back, lifted my legs, and slid his wet shaft back in to the hilt as he kissed me long and hard, “I guess I’ll just have to show you that I didn’t miss a class.” My bliss was interrupted as Jay began pounding on the door again, “God damn asshole, get the fuck out here!” Lex looked at me, smiled, gave a small chuckle, and gently eased his still hard dick out of my wet and sloppy hole. I whimpered a little as left me so empty and reached out with my right hand to catch him before he could step away from the bed. I lifted myself up, guided his dick to my mouth, and tasted the whore boy pussy my ass had become. When I finished, Lex leaned down and kissed me hard again, then smiled and said, “Do you want me to come back?” I almost choked again on my laughter as I said, “YES!” then rolled off the bed and helped Lex get dressed. I couldn’t find my clothes so grabbed the sheet off the floor and wrapped it around me as Lex opened the door to find Jay standing there, scowling. “Easy man,” Lex said as he patted Jay on the shoulder and walked over to the recliner, picked his suit coat up, and tidied himself up. Lex then smiled at me as he reached into his pants and brought out a thick wad of bills and casually peeled off four of them and handed them to a wide-eyed Jay. Lex walked back to me, grabbed the sheet and pulled me close, leaned down and bit on my ear hard before whispering, “Daddy will be back later and I want that ass sloppy so you be good.” I felt proud as Lex started to walk to the stairs, but Jay stopped him, “Yo man, best go out the back door. I got some boys upstairs who are here for business.” Lex nodded and looked back at me one last time before the door closed behind him. I was still staring yearningly at the door when Jay stepped in front of me with the pipe in his hand, shaking his hand, “Fuck you ARE a nasty bitch ain’t you! Good. Here hit this shit. I’ll give you a few minutes if you need it, but my boys upstairs are ready. I told them I got a fresh cunt to degrade and humiliate and there ain’t nothing they like better than making a white bitch take their dicks.” I savored the pipe’s smoke and closed my eyes as the high quickly hit. As I did, Jay tugged the sheet away from me and roughly shoved his fingers up my ass and the hot burn told me he had shoved more crystal up there. I was concerned, my ass did not feel tight at all and when I told Jay that as he refilled the pipe he just laughed, “Don’t worry. They not looking for a tight virgin. I picked these nuccas up from outside the liquor store by the carry out. They just want sloppy open pussy – you ever fucked a pussy? No, well let me tell you, your ass lips feel just like it so all you got to is to keep being the nasty little bitch whore slut you have been so far today.” Jay headed up the stairs as I wrapped the cum stained sheet back around me and sat in one of the recliners, lit the pipe, and remembered how great it felt having Lex buried inside me. The sound of Jay and his guests coming down the stairs brought me out of my revelry. Jay came down first followed by three very rough looking boys. These were not men, but boys like 18 or 19 at most. One of them pushed past Jay and came and stood in front of me, pointed and said, “THIS is the white pussy you promised?” I didn’t like his tone and was ready to tell him to go fuck one of the bitches in the dog pen if he was not happy but Jay stepped over and said, “I told you the deal so don’t pull that youngin shit on me now. I always take care of you don’t I? Hook you with the good smoke? Get your liquor? Make sure you got weed? Come on, let’s smoke up, but first show me the green and if you are not happy when you are done, we’ll work something else.” The two other guys went back upstairs and came down with a couple of chairs from the kitchen. The young guy who had been mouthy sat in one recliner and Jay the other. I started to head towards the stairs to go up and find a chair too when the young guy grabbed the sheet, tugged on it, and snarled, “Where the fuck you going? You are here to serve the Supreme Black Stallions, so sit at my fucking feet and light my pipe for me.” I looked at Jay whose stern face told me this kid was not a joke, so I ungracefully plopped to the floor, adjusted the sheet, took the lighter Jay handed me, and heated up the young guy’s pipe as he inhaled the hot crack smoke. His two friends were behind me and were hitting their own pipes as Jay sat back in his chair, turned the volume up on the gangbang porn that was playing and watched the scenes unfold. SLAP! The young guy’s hand was hanging in the air as my head snapped back around, his eyes intent on mine, “Have you ever served a black master? Learned how to please your superiors? Lick my boots bitch!” I looked to Jay and SLAP!, the young guy hit me again as he raised his voice, “I’M THE ONE SPEAKING. My man here and his generation are too kind. Now me and my boys, we know how to make a whore dance. Get the fuck up and dance, shake that white pussy for me.” My high was quickly fading and was being replaced by anger. Something about this kid just pissed me off so I asked, “May I hit the pipe again?” SLAP! I took that as a no as the other two guys busted out laughing and started talking shit. I stood up trying to hold the sheet around me, but the young guy in the recliner grabbed and pulled it hard, so there I was, naked, pissed and now in no mood for any more dick. The young guy was looking over the sheet and pointed to a big wet spot left by Lex’s cum leaking out of my hole and said to his comrades, “Well well, guess our man here was right, this pussy is wet, look at this and…..yep…smell’s like cum, so we got us a breeding slut alright. Time to get this fucking show on the road.” The young guy dropped the sheet, stood up, started to unzip his pants but stopped, turned to Jay and said, “Yo, a little privacy for me and my boys aiight?” Jay just nodded as he looked me and casually walked up the stairs. As soon as the door closed the young guy said, “Bitch, there’s a pole, get to work.” I looked around to see what he meant and between the two chairs his guys were sitting in was one of the support poles holding the floor joists up like you see in older basements. I walked over, grabbed the pole, bent forward and wiggled my wet, cum filled ass back at the young guy. He let out a long low whistle, turned, grabbed the TV remote, cranked up the volume to the sounds of a white woman being ganged by several men flooded the basement, and said, “Time to see which whore is louder – you or her.” Within seconds I had three black dicks fighting for attention and as one of his two friends fucked me, I sucked the young guy who had done all the talking as he continued to rant at me and his friends. “You like that black dick? Want it harder? How’s that pussy? Wet? Damn I got to piss – no keep yo fucking mouth on my dick! That’s it – swallow it all fucking whore.” While I choked on his chem fueled piss he focused on his friends, “Bug it up bro – bug it up. Fuck you shot already? Jesus fucking Christ! You a virgin or what. Fine fine, get the fuck back. Come on, you fuck that hole now, get it ready for me, no you can’t wear a fucking condom. FUCK! I swear. We got us a white bitch to rape and you want to wear a God damn condom? You better fucking breed that hole.” I choked and slurped his big, young dick as his two buddies each gave me a couple loads. After watching them he was finally ready, pushed me down onto the dirty carpet, slid up my ass in one stroke, grabbed my shoulders, and started fucking like a jack rabbit. “You like that stallion dick? Fucking you good? Serving your black master? You want that stallion dick? Those old men ain’t nothing. Why you with them? That generation should be put down. They let you all run shit over us far too long.” Frankly his dick was not all that big, none of them were, and I was tired of his mouth and could not help it when I said, “Not really. You got about the smallest dick I’ve had all day and frankly, you have a lot to learn from Jay and ‘his generation’ because you fuck like a preschooler.” The young guy riding my ass slammed my head into the floor, jam fucked me as he swore and called me names, shot his load, got off me, kicked me once as I lay there then he and his buddies went up the stairs. I rolled over, rubbed my ribs where he had kicked me, got up and dropped into one of the chairs and closed my eyes. Damn, I was tired, hungry, and still pissed and was regretting my decision to go with Jay. The door to the basement slammed shut, Jay came stomping down the stairs and I looked at him through a haze of smoke as I hit the pipe and saw he was not happy. “What the fuck did you say! What the fuck? You know the God damn fucking rules. This shit is about MAKING money, not losing it. I had to give those punks cash and stash to promise not to cut you down right here in my fucking basement. What the fuck did you say?” I calmly handed the pipe to Jay who was now shaking with rage as he took a hit. “I’m sorry,” I said in my most pathetic voice, “They were disrespecting you, Mr. Wells, and everyone else and I couldn’t help it. I had to say something.” Jay’s eyes focused on me as he considered what I said, shook his head, handed me the pipe, and said, “OK, I guess, but FUCK. Griz will be here anytime and I got to pay up.” I set the pipe down, stepped over to Jay, rubbed my hand on the growing bulge in his pants and said, “I will do anything you want to make it up to you, I promise, but only if they are real men and not punks trying to play dress up.” Jay laughed, turned me around, unzipped his pants, and easily slid his hard dick up my ass. Just as Jay started to get close there was a loud banging on the back door. “God damn it!” Jay spat. He yanked his dick out making me yelp like a pup being pulled from its momma teat as I grabbed the sheet and he went to open the door. In walked Griz from the garage along with his tow truck driver who had been one of his guys that fucked me earlier. Griz looked at the cum stained sheet I had wrapped around me and said, “Well looks like you sure have been working this whore good Jay, yes man, looks like you have. Time to settle up so as we talk business let my man here get some more, he’s been fucking nagging me the whole way over asking if he could shoot another load up that ass. Guess that’s what happens when your wife cuts you off during her 5th pregnancy!” I looked at the tow truck driver who smirked, shrugged, and followed me as I walked into the bedroom. As Griz and Jay handled their business, I got down to mine and pleased the driver with my wet pussy and my regrets quickly vanished as another big, black dick flooded me with cum. Once we were done he asked, “Where’s your keys? Griz wants me to go to your place to feed your cat and shit. He said you are not going home for a while. Don’t worry. I won’t steal anything, but just between you and me, I’m going to make a copy of the key. I’m often in that area towing fuckers and I need someone to help me get my late night creep on. Would you like that? Want to be my ass on the side?” His dick was not as long as Jay’s but thicker, so was worth the risk so I said, “Yeah, but keep this between us and I’ll give you what you need.” After the truck driver left, Griz and Jay both looked pretty grim and serious so I stood between them, grabbed a pipe off the table and took a long hit, turned around and wagged my ass at them and said, “Anyone ready to take advantage of my ass?” Griz slapped my ass twice really hard, stood up, wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled me close to him before he reached back and worked two crystal covered fingers up my ass. “So Jay here ain’t tired you out yet? You want some more of my cubs up in that cunt? Baby I’ve been dripping all day waiting to infect you again.” I figured we would go to the bedroom but Griz just unzipped his oil stained overalls and took me right there in front of Jay as we watched the gangbang porn flick. I turned my head to look at Jay who was stroking his dick with one hand and holding the pipe with the other, getting his shaft ready to use me again too. Griz and Jay took turns fucking my hole and busting me open even more in between long hits on the pipe. Jay’s cell phone rang several times and each time I heard Jay say, “No, maybe later.” I secretly hoped he was telling guys they could not come by because he and Griz were enjoying me too much. I was also feeling hungry, but Jay said I couldn’t eat yet, so I satisfied myself with their cum in my guts. A few hours later Jay’s phone rang again and this time he ended the call with, “Aiight, I’ll be right there.” My ass made a big SLOP sound as Griz pulled out and I turned to lick him clean. I paused and looked at these two big, nasty black men who had made me their whore and my ass twitched, and I knew – I NEEDED MORE. Jay stood up, “I’ll be back in 10,” and went upstairs. Griz sighed as he dropped into the recliner and I held the lighter out for him to light his pipe before I took a hit too. Several minutes later Griz and I both turned our heads as we heard Jay’s truck and what sounded like another car pull back into the drive. I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around me as we heard lots of footsteps upstairs and then both watched as Jay came back down, followed by Lex, and several other guys who all hungrily looked around, their smiles showing their eagerness. Jay sat back in his chair, tapped my arm to give me a lighted pipe as Lex came over and said to me, “Hey baby. You know, I was thinking. After Jay told me earlier how things went down with his little boys, that what we needed was some more men like us. Like us in the sense they got dicks to their knees, will fuck you like a whore, will use you, will infect you, and more importantly they will leave the fucking bullshit at the door.” I realized then that Lex was holding a video camera in his left hand and as I looked at the several guys that had come with him, also realized most of them looked down right dirty and rough. Lex continued to explain, “The night has not even begun and I KNOW that white pussy can take some dick, so I thought, why not help my man Jay out and set you up right. About an hour ago I posted an add on Craigslist telling folks to be watching, because soon there would be a hot new video available on Xtube for a small price of a white, negative bottom being raped and infected by a group of nasty black men. You baby – you are that bottom. The black men you ask? Well my friends here. You see when I left you I went down to the Central Mission where I mentor one of the addiction groups. My friends here are mostly homeless and because of their addictions to heroin, crack, and other shit, will do fucking anything for a little cash and some rock and stash. So we have come to an agreement of sorts. They are going to put on a show for Jay and Griz, and I will tape it all. Each one of them is going to get high, and you along with them, and they are all going to fuck you. All of them. Over and over until they can’t cum anymore and then even more if they want a bonus.” Lex tapped the vide camera, leaned into me as I began watching the guys get undressed, and whispered, “And by the end you will be infected with the ‘package’ and every other STD on the books as I only brought the biggest dicks and the most infected dicks and I can’t wait to lay up on you once they are done and work it all in.” As Lex stepped back, the first homeless guy stepped forward, took a hit from the crack pipe offered by Jay, and smiled as I kneeled to suck his crust covered dick. I looked at Lex and saw the little red light on the video camera go on confirming he was taping me becoming the whore they wanted me to be. I wonder what the response on Xtube will be?

I was under 12 when i experienced my first sexual act with another older and man it was amazing not abuse or forced ... i dont think all ynger or even teens are ready but some are and i say enjoy your body as u see fit .... what is wrong with feeling good ... as long as no force or abuse is involved ... it is how i experienced it

I think younger than 12 really. my father molested and raped me my entire life and i loved it! i wish when i was 10 my father and i couldve been open about our relationship. plus my dad wouldve let me dress like a little girl everyday

This is how I want to be converted http://www.raunchyfuckers.com/video/4766/1st-breed-conversion.html