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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…”

Jim was a 60 y.o. and loved his 40 y.o. BF, Hiro but his lack of interest in sex started to bother Jim as he still had a strong sexual appetite all the time. It's been almost a month since Jim fucked Hiro with his 9inch thick white cock and the video of that fuck session played on the big screen as Jim pumped his cock. Jim was about to pour some lube on his cock when his phone rang and it was Joe, his old friend/dealer. "Hey, Joe..." Jim answered the phone as the fucking on the screen got louder. "Hey, are you fucking someone right now?" "I wish. It's porn." "well, there's an amateur porn that I want to show to you. " "Okay." "Come over now." 20 minutes later, Jim was at Joe's door and was ushered into Joe's old loft by a hot young Dominican man. There were two other young men with Joe who must be his delivery boys and they were putting away their supplies away as Jim walked in. "Guys, this is my friend, Jim, Hiro's boyfriend." The young men started to look at Jim nervously as they shook hands and said their names. Julio was the Dominican boy who opened the door and the others were Samba and Jamal. There was a brief moment of silence before Joe passed around the bong. After everyone had few hits off the bong, they started to relax in the white cloud. Jim stood up to go to the bathroom when Julio got up and followed him to the bathroom. "Hey, man.... I am sorry but we didn't know he was in a relationship" "What are you talking about?" "Your boy...." That's when Joe came over and told Jim to go pee and join in his media room. As Jim went into the bathroom, he saw Joe and his boys heading to the media room while they shed their clothes on the way. Jim's cock got hard as he emptied his bladder as T started to kick in. Unlike some guys, Jim's cock got harder when he did T. He stripped as he left the bathroom and joined the others in the media room. There was an interracial gang bang sex playing on the projector and all 3 naked young men showed tremendous excitement as they blew white smoke out. Jim sat down next to Joe and Julio brought the bong to Jim and sat next to Jim. As Jim inhaled the smoke out of the bong, he sensed everyeone's eyes on him. He looked at them and turned his eyes to the porn and almost choked on the smoke inhaled as Hiro's face appeared on the screen. Hiro was being double fucked while he sucked another one, taking 3 huge black cocks at once on the screen. There were more guys on the background watching and waiting for their turns. They called Hiro all kinds of names and said some nasty things to him. Jim recognized the 3 young men on the screen as well and looked at Joe when he started to tell Jim how Hiro had been hiring young men to breed him for years and have been pozzed few years ago. Jim felt betrayal and anger towards Hiro and as the scene unfolded to Hiro's drugged up body being used as cum dump for the young black and latino men, he wanted to do the same thing or more harsher things to Hiro. One fat black man with a huge fat black cock started to fuck down hard into Hiro's folded body in spite of Hiro's scream which was silenced by Julio's big Dominican cock which pushed down into Hiro's throat and stayed there. Camera moved to show Hiro's eyes rolled back and glazed with drugs and lust while his face glistened with sweat, spit and cum underneath heavy hairy balls of Julio. As both Julio and the fat old man slapped him arouond and used his holes, Hiro's cock started to spray his cum all over his own face and chest.

Part 1 of 3 - Meeting the Fucktard “‘Fucktard’?” I asked, reading the tattoo on his chest, above his heart. It just said ‘Fucktard’, with a number underneath, ‘#103’. The black ink stood out very clearly from his incredibly pale skin. His muscles were visible as well, and I ran my empty hand over his abs as I spoke. “What on Earth does that mean?” I laughed. He grinned, but didn’t answer straight away. He took the joint from my other hand and brought it to his lips, taking a drag. He leaned in and exhaled into my mouth as I inhaled, passing the smoke from his lungs into mine. We kissed for as long as I could hold my breath, then broke so I could blow out the rest of the smoke. Shotgunning always got my head spinning, and I let out a little whimper as laid down on top of me and nipped and nibbled at my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, placing one of my hands on his shaved-bald head, feeling the tiny little hairs under my fingers. He was an odd looking guy, really, with barely any hair anywhere on his body, it seemed. Even his eyebrows were near-impossible to see, and he could have been a vampire with how little time he must spend in the sun, to be that pale. But something about him really turned me on, and it wasn’t just his muscles or chiselled facial features. Plus, he paid for the weed, and it was some good shit, so who am I to object? “It’s nothing.” He said, whispering in my ear as he licked and nipped at that, too. “Just a little bit of fun with my friends. Maybe I’ll show you sometime.” My only answer was to moan as I felt him moving above me. He must have been a really talented stripper, since he managed to wiggle out of his trackie bottoms without moving off me at all. I brought my hands down to his waist, sliding them over his ass. No underwear. Or that’s what I thought at first, but I felt the straps and realised he was in a jock, plain white, and the only thing that made the colour of his skin noticeable as something other than pure white. “Nice.” I said as I slipped my fingers under the straps and flicked them, making them snap back against him. He brought the joint back up and held it to my lips for another drag, then started to kiss me, letting me exhale into his lungs, this time. He started pushing up my shirt as he exhaled, and I pulled it off. “Keep hold of that.” He said, passing the joint to me. “And I’ll show you what the tattoo means.” He started kissing down my neck and onto my chest. He pinched one nipple gently with one hand while his mouth found the other and started sucking at it. Once he’d got it hardened, he started using his teeth, gently grazing against it. It felt good, and I brought the joint to my lips, taking a long drag. He switched his mouth to the other nipple, leaving the already wet one alone. His hands traced down my sides to my stomach, where he pressed gently, gripping my skinny frame and holding me still. A hand slipped down to my denim-covered crotch, groping me roughly through it, making me gasp. His lips moved from my nipple, down my chest and over my stomach, kissing all the way down to my belly button. Both hands were on my crotch now, groping and rubbing at it, jacking me off even through the thick denim. As his mouth went past my bellybutton, his tongue flickered out briefly. It was a weird sensation, but in my head, so foggy from the weed, it tickled and only added to my arousal. He kissed down my faint trail of hair to the top of my jeans, where he kissed, bit and licked at my skin just above the beltline. I whimpered and brought my empty hand down to open my jeans, but he grabbed me by the wrist. I whimpered even louder, and for while he ignored me, continuing to hold my wrist with one hand as the other kept playing with my cock. With the jeans and my underwear in the way, it wasn’t nearly enough, and I knew how much better it would be even if I could just get my jeans off. “Beg me.” He said. At first, I didn’t get his meaning, but he repeated himself. “Beg me, convince me to further.” He was grinning up at me from my crotch, his odd appearance making him look so unnatural, yet so fucking hot. “Fuck!” I grunted between clenched teeth. The next word shot out of my mouth like a cannon. “Please! Please keep going! Please, I’m so fucking hard!” He laughed. “And if I do, what do I get? What happens after I get this open?” He bit down on the rim of my jeans, pulling at it, tugging so carefully that it felt like the button was going to open, but it never did. “You want your cock sucked?” “Yes!” I cried. “Please, yes! Please take them off!” “You’re not too excited, are you? I don’t want you cumming in my mouth. Not yet, anyway. What happens after I get your cock all nice and slick?” “Then I’ll fuck you!” I said far too loud, thinking that’s what he wanted. Then I thought again. “Or-or you can fuck me or… Or what-fucking-ever! Anything, as long as we’re inside each other! Fuck!” This was apparently the right answer, as his teeth were back on my jeans and with a skilled flick of his neck, he popped the button open and yanked down the fly in one smooth movement. Hands slipped under my jeans and my underwear and he yanked them down. My cock burst free, all seven rock hard inches of it. The sensation was incredible, making me leak some precum onto my stomach. He pulled my jeans all the way down and off of me, leaving me completely naked. Taking it one hand, he started pumping it slowly. I wanted his mouth, but even his hand round my cock felt a hundred times better than before. He spoke. “Aww… So small.” That snapped me back to reality, a bit. “Small?! How am I small?!” He laughed again. “Well, smaller than most guys I’ve seen recently. My friends and I, we’re all pretty demanding when it comes to size. Don’t worry.” He squeezed my dick tight as he pumped at it. “You’re still big enough that they’d want to meet you.” And with that, he took my dick in his mouth. The whole thing, down in one go. I gasped, and thought I might have cum right then and there, but I managed to resist it. “Fuuuuuck! Aaah, fuck!” I moaned out. His mouth was incredible. He must have been honest about the dick size, since he had absolutely no problem swallowing the whole thing, going back up and down again, fucking of throat by choice with no hint of a gag reflex. I felt a hand travel up my body to my chest, where he dropped something. A lighter. I looked at the joint to see it had gone out. I was feeling pretty stoned already, but if he wanted me more stoned, I wasn’t going to say no, and risk the loss of him stopping. I put the joint between my lips, lit it and took another long drag, holding it in for as long as possible. The whole time, he didn’t stop or even slow down on his treatment of my dick. I could feel his tongue moving against it as well. “Ah!” Holy fuck!” Was all I could say when he showed off his next trick, flicking his tongue out of his mouth and over my balls while the entire shaft was down his throat. “How the fuck do you do that?!” He pulled his mouth off my dick, though not before a few more times up and down the full length. “It’s easy, when you get used to it.” He moved up towards me, and I held the joint up for him. “We can show you how.” He said before he took a drag. “‘We’? Is that you and your ‘fucktard’ friends?” I laughed. “Is that what it means? That you’re really fucking good at blowjobs?” He leant down and kissed me then, exhaling down into my lungs. His crotch pressed up against my ass as my dick was pinned between our stomachs. He was still in the jock, and I could feel it bulging, straining for his cock to be released. Breaking the kiss, he spoke as I exhaled. “It means we’re really fucking good at everything.” He answered, before kissing me again. “We’re good at sucking, fucking, kissing, licking, touching, cumming, breeding, sharing. Everything.” With each word in the list, he kissed me again, slightly more forcefully each time, and after ‘Everything’, he kissed me deep, forcing his tongue into my mouth and pressing his crotch hard into my ass. When we broke the kiss, I couldn’t help but let out a long ‘Fuck’ in a moan. “You like the idea of that?” I nodded. “I think I could introduce you to the right people to get in… But right now, I want to hear you beg some more.” And I begged like hell. I told him how much I wanted him to fuck me. I kept saying I’d fuck him too, and I definitely would, but we both knew exactly where this was going. He told me he would fuck me so hard I’d scream. Told me I’d be begging him to stop. “You can’t handle a fucktard.” He said, and I told him I could, begged him to let me prove that I could handle him. “Once I’ve started, I’m not going to stop till your ass is coated with my cum, you got it?” I practically shouted my consent, and again I started begging him to fuck me. Even after he started, I was still begging. He kissed and licked back down my body, much faster this time, and told me to take another drag. I did so, not caring just how bad my head was spinning. He reached my dick, but didn’t take it in his mouth. He kissed down the length of it, sucked on my balls, pressed his tongue into the flesh underneath, grazing his teeth gently against it, before finally reaching my hole. I didn’t realise just how empty it felt till after he plunged his tongue straight down into it. I was amazed by how far into me he could reach with just his tongue, and the feeling of his spit coating my ass felt so right. I took yet another drag, thinking how much better his cum would be than that. His tongue got my ass slicker and looser than I’d ever felt it, before shifting position. He’d pulled his cock out from his jock and pressed it against my hole. I immediately felt the metal piercing in the tip of his dick, and I looked down to see that his dick was definitely at least a full inch longer than mine. Thick and veiny, too. This was going to hurt. “Last chance to sto-” I cut him off by forcing my ass down, as much as I could from this position, and I felt his thick cock push through my hole and into me, making me moan out. He never finished his sentence, encouraged by my willingness, he grabbed my hips and began pushing in further and further. Part of me thought that we were going too fast. I was still pretty tight, and that size and that piercing? He could tear my ass apart. Then another part of me spoke up. ‘Good. Let him. Let him know you can take anything he can give.’ And that’s exactly what I did. In minutes, he’d worked himself all the way into my ass and was already fucking me. It hurt. It hurt so good. He leaned in and started kissing me as he hammered into my ass. Each slam demonstrated the power of his muscle, and I worried my bones might not be able to take the force, but I didn’t dare try to stop him. I knew that he wouldn’t now, not till he was done, just like he said. It went on for ages, or what felt like ages. We never switched positions or slowed down, it was just one long, continuous pounding of my ass, like I’d never felt before. We must have been making so much noise - the slamming of the bed, my yelps and moans, his grunts. We didn’t care, he just kept straight on hammering, and each thrust made me want the next one even more. Finally, with a few final slams that could have broken down a wall, he moaned out and I felt his cock exploding, shooting more waves of cum into my ass than I could keep track of. The feeling of my ass flooding set me over the edge, and my cock, wedged between our bodies, erupted too, coating us both with more cum than I could ever remember producing before. “Holy… Fucking… Shit…” I said, between breaths, as he crashed down next to me. We didn’t clean up, just laying there in our sweat and cum as he found the discarded joint and relit it. There was enough left for one long drag each, which we each shotgunned into the other. “Holy fucking shit.” I repeated. “That was fucking incredible.” “That’s what being a fucktard feels like.” He said. “You want in? I won’t make you beg for it - all you have to do is kiss my tattoo.” I kissed it. Kissed it, licked it, played with the nipple near it, and made it absolutely clear just how much I wanted it.

New chapter! Finally. I had to edit a lot... _________________ Chapter 8 There was a distant knocking sound that was getting louder. I tried to get out of bed, but I was held in place by…Carlos. He’d fallen asleep too; we were on our sides, his dick still inside my butt, his arms and legs wrapped around me. “Hello?” I heard a voice say through the door. “Anyone home?” I made a face and yelled “Just a minute.” I sat up and nudged Carlos. He stirred a little but didn’t wake up. “Carlos,” I hissed. “WAKE UP!” “Wha…huh? What’s wrong, baby?” Carlos said, blinking sleepily, and pulling me back down. The knocking at the door resumed. “Someone is here to see us, apparently,” I said. “Can’t you tell them to go away? I wanna fuck you again.” “That’s probably not a good idea right now,” I said dryly. “Oh, man.” He pulled out of me, and his dick was still hard as a rock. “I guess they were thinking of you when they invented the word ‘tireless’.” “No, Darren. The words ‘el semental’ were invented for me.” I looked confused, and he pulled me close for a kiss. “It translates as ‘a stud’ in English.” I laughed at his macho cockiness. This was a boy for whom confidence was not in short supply. “Carlos, get your cock out of his ass and get your ass out of that bed and open this door!” I heard a voice – Aaron’s? – shout through the door. He got out of bed, didn’t bother to cover up, and threw the door open without trying to hide his state of arousal. “Yeah, what do you want? We were kind of busy getting to know each other.” “We can see that,” said Aaron as he walked in followed by Aiden. Both seemed unembarrassed and unsurprised. “So this is your method of protecting him? If anyone tried to get in the door you were going to dick them to death?” “Darren needed a little TLC, that’s all.” “And you were more than happy to give it to him, I see.” “Having fun?” asked Aiden with a suggestive grin. “You deserve it after last night. And after basically throwing The…no, I like your name better…Daddy Scorpio out on his ear.” Aiden started to laugh uncontrollably, and choked out “You were incredible!” “See, now what did I tell you baby?” Carlos said to me. I smiled, and looked to the door expectantly. Where was Mike? Aaron, interpreting that look correctly, said, “Mike’s downstairs. They’re all still discussing and arguing.” “So you decided you had to come and interrupt our nap?” Carlos said. Aiden smirked. “You don’t look particularly ready for sleep, sweetheart. And I think Darren could use a break.” “And Mike said he needs you to come down now so he can brief you, and then you can argue with him, too.” Carlos made a face. “Fuck.” “You already have – a couple times,” I added, straight-faced. He gave me a lecherous grin, sighed, and began to pull on his clothes over his now-subsiding hard-on. I arranged the sheet to cover myself better; since Aiden and Aaron were clothed, I felt a little underdressed. Carlos looked at me and said, “Here, baby,” handing me his t-shirt. It was large enough that it hit just at the tops of my thighs. I loved the feel of the soft knit, and that it smelled like Carlos; it was like wearing a security blanket at a time when I needed to feel safe. “You know, you don’t have anything we haven’t already seen up close and personal, honey,” Aaron quipped. I scowled at him. Carlos stopped as he was going out the door. “Wait a second. Who’s gonna stay here with him?” “We are, don’t worry about it. I’d say the two of us are equal to one of you,” teased Aiden. Carlos snickered. “It’d take about 10 of each you.” “Will you get out of here already?” Aaron said. “Mike – our Prefect – is waiting, and there’s serious stuff to consider.” I gulped at that bit of news. “Is there a bathroom I could use?” I asked. “Sure, just down the hall,” Aiden answered. “I’ll walk you there,” said Carlos, putting his arm around my shoulder. “You’re not coming in with me,” I said flatly. “But…” he started. “You can check the room in case someone is hiding in the bathtub, the medicine chest or a drawer. And then you can stand guard outside, if you insist.” A few minutes later Carlos walked me back to Mike’s room, gave my ass a squeeze, kissed me quickly but thoroughly and said “See you later,” as he headed downstairs – still shirtless. Everyone would probably interpret that, accurately, to mean that we’d spent the past few hours having sex. “I don’t know where our manners are,” said Aiden. “Do you want anything else to eat or drink? I’ve got some snacks and Gatorade or bottled water in my room.” “Water would be great,” I said. “Better bring the Gatorade, too,” Aaron said. “He needs to replenish after that clean out The…I mean Daddy Scorpio ordered for him last night.” “Oooh, yeah. I have some yogurt, too,” Aiden said as he left. The two of them were clucking over me like mother hens over a chick. I wondered what “The Father” would say about that. Aiden returned shortly with his arms full of yogurt, a bag of chips and a jar of salsa, some string cheese, chilled bottles of water and Gatorade. “What did you do, rob a convenience store?” Aaron said, sitting on the floor and motioning me to join him. “No, emptied my mini-fridge. I figured we could have a little party to celebrate the beginning of the end of the reign of terror of Coach Zetcher, aka Daddy Scorpio.” “Reign of terror?” I echoed. “Well, what would you call it?” said Aiden bitterly. “You’ve seen what it’s like. We’re all okay around here until HE shows up and starts ordering everyone around. You’re the first person I’ve ever heard tell him to go fuck himself.” “How did you do it?” asked Aaron asked. “What do you mean how?” I queried him. “I opened up my mouth and told him what I thought of him.” “Were you scared?” Aiden said. “You didn’t look it.” “No, I royally pissed. Mike and I had just finished having incredible sex, and we don’t even get a minute before that baboon with a Napoleon complex barges in and starts yelling at Mike for taking care of me. Come to think of it every time I have sex in this room, someone seems to have to enter immediately,” I said with a grimace. Both Aiden and Aaron rolled back laughing uncontrollably. “Baboon…with…a Napoleon…complex,” Aaron managed to say between guffaws. “Too funny! So what exactly did you say to get rid of him?” I repeated our back-and-forth as best I could remember it. Aaron stared at me. “You called him and old man? Oh. My. God. I bet he didn’t like that.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “Daddy Scorpio constantly works out, takes testosterone, and I think gets Botox trying to convince everyone he’s still young. Did you notice he only fucked you once, and it took a whole night of watching everyone else bang you to get him hard enough to do it? You hit him way below the belt.” “Who cares what that asshole thinks? All we have to do is go to the administration and tell them what’s going on here, and I’ll tell my dad if they don’t do something.” Both Aiden and Aaron looked uncomfortable. “It might not be that simple,” said Aaron. “What do you mean?” I asked. “He’s head coach of the football team, and around here that pretty much makes him God, except when he’s more powerful than God,” Aaron said. “I still don’t follow you.” “You don’t think he gets away with this because no one in Administration knows, do you?” Aiden asked. I was appalled. “You can’t mean…” “Yep,” Aaron said. “Usually the next step in an Acolyte’s initiation is a ‘ritual’ with the Dean of Students and the heads of the math, science, English and humanities departments.” “What?” “How do you think Zetcher keeps new ‘recruits’ in this house, away from medical help until they convert? The old pervs who head those departments are either gay or stuck in bad marriages. Coach offers them a boy to have any kind of sex they want, and in return they make sure that you’re always marked as having attended class. They each bring your ‘homework,’ which is both class work and they get to fuck you some more. Once you’ve converted and it’s too late to get PEP you can leave the house.” I felt dazed and horrified as I tried to digest this. “Sucks, doesn’t it?” said Aiden. “This shit isn’t right,” I said. “We’ve got to do something.” “Darling, that’s what they’re arguing about downstairs,” Aaron said. “Mike had some plan or other, but after that scene with Daddy Scorpio it was kind of moot.” I slumped, and put my head in my hands while damning my big mouth. “This isn’t feeling like much of a party,” said Aiden. “Don’t worry about it so much.” “Carlos said I think too much.” “That sounds like my boy.” “Your boy?” I echoed. “You mean…” Aiden nodded. “I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have slept with him.” Aiden burst out laughing. “No one is really exclusive around here, like Mike said. I share a room and bed with Carlos but we don’t own each other. It’s not like we’re married.” As if to prove his point, Aiden pulled me close and kissed me full on the mouth. I was taken completely by surprise. “Yep, Carlos gave you the whole treatment, didn’t he? I can taste him on your lips.” I felt thoroughly embarrassed. Aaron leaned over and kissed me, then said “Yep, that’s Carlos all over him. Wow, he really must like you.” Aiden lowered his voice. “You know, he’s not exclusively a top.” “Really?” I said, finding it hard to believe. “As much as that boy is into having his ass played with? When he gets drunk, he’s pushing his butt up against my dick begging me to fuck him. Sometimes I encourage him to drink just so I get to do it to him. His ass is a hot fuck, tight because he doesn’t take it all that often.” I was flummoxed by their sexual frankness and matter-of-fact attitude. Maybe I wasn’t as sophisticated as I thought. “So Acolytes aren’t always on the bottom?” “Only if that’s what they want. Depends,” said Aaron. “Ike isn’t up for getting fucked, but I’ve done it with some of the other Acolytes.” “And that three-way we had with Carlos one of the nights he got plastered,” Aiden said, and they both laughed. “Aaron had to help me get him to bed, and suddenly he was moaning and pushing his ass against his crotch.” “That was some night,” Aaron said reminiscently. “We took turns, one of us in his mouth, the other in his ass.” “So what about you?” Aiden asked. “Are you an exclusive bottom?” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve never tried it. I was an anal sex virgin, remember? That was one of the ‘qualifications’ to pledge for this frat.” “You’ve never…?” “Nope.” Aiden and Aaron looked at each other. “Well, you have to lose that virginity, too,” said Aiden, and he began to strip off his polo and khaki shorts, while Aaron took off his skinny jeans and t-shirt. I was a little shocked. “Guys, you really don’t have to…I mean, I’ve already cum three times today.” Aaron was pulling Carlos’ t-shirt off of me. “Don’t worry about that, just leave it to us. And haven’t you noticed you’re feeling unusually horny?” “Yeah,” I answered, as Carlos’ t-shirt was pulled over my head. “He rubbed testosterone jelly all over you after your cleansing, and we all use it too. But we think he sneaks Viagra or Cialis or something into the our drinks. In your case, he might have got it into you during the colon cleanse somehow.” Aiden started stroking my dick and playing with my balls, while Aaron kissed me on the mouth. Surprise, surprise, my dick was responding. Then Aaron made his way down my neck to my nipples; Aiden took my dick in his mouth. It was incredible. And it was torture. “Stand up,” said Aaron. I was puzzled, but did it. Aiden started sucking me again, and Aaron parted my ass cheeks and began kissing and licking my ass. I gasped, and my back arched. The last time I’d felt this was during phase one of my initiation while all the Acolytes were taking turns rimming me and having me rim them. Daddy Scorpio wouldn't allow me to cum, just had them keep me at the edge. Aiden stroked my balls while his head moved back and forth, and Aaron was sticking his tongue inside of me. I could feel my balls start to tighten, and that’s when Aiden pulled his head back and stopped sucking me. “Aiden,” I said, frustrated and irritated. “I want you to come in my ass,” he said. He grabbed Mike’s Vaseline and put some on my dick, and then put a little on his hole. “Not too much lube,” he said. “It’ll be tighter and feel really good.” Aaron had not stopped licking my butt hole while this was happening, and my cock felt like it was going to shatter if I didn’t cum soon. “Aaron, let’s move to the bed,” Aiden said. “His ass is yummy, full of cum,” Aaron said. “It’s a Carlos/Mike cocktail,” he said, laughing at his own pun. Aiden moved onto the bed, and crawled towards the head, positioning himself on all fours. I got up behind him, and began to penetrate. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I thought of Mike and Carlos using the word “velvet” and that described it perfectly: warm, soft and accommodating. Then I felt Aaron’s tongue on my ass while he was simultaneously stroking my balls. I let out a little shout, and started pumping my dick in and out of Aiden’s sweet ass, seemingly of their own accord. “Oh, yeah,” said Aiden. “Fuck me, you’ve got a really nice dick, the perfect size. You’re hitting my prostate, it feels amazing!” “Your ass is amazing,” I groaned. “This feels awesome. Aaron, don’t stop, but just tickle my balls really lightly.” Aaron immediately did as I asked, and the feeling of power was like an aphrodisiac. My thrusts got faster, and I could feel the cum welling up through my cock. “I’m cumming,” I shouted, and Aaron started sucking really hard on my asshole, and his fingers went crazy, stroking between my balls and asshole and sweeping up to tickle the shaft as I thrust against Aiden and then felt myself throb and pulse inside him. Aiden shouted and started to cum himself; the feeling of his sphincters squeezing my dick shaft rhythmically prolonged my orgasm to the max. Finally, we both finished, and I planted a kiss on Aiden’s shoulder blades. “Wow,” I said. “Incredible,” and I carefully pulled out. My dick was still hard from the intense stimulation. “Yeah, it’s great without a condom,” said Aiden. “Nothing else like it.” “Okay, my turn,” said Aaron, who traded places with Aiden, except he lay on his back, and threw his legs into the air. “Come on in, Darren,” he said, and made his asshole twitch in invitation. I took his legs over my shoulders the way Mike and Carlos had taken mine, and Aaron’s hand was on my cock, guiding me to his butt hole. “I don’t know if I can cum again,” just as Aiden started licking my ass and balls. I felt my still sensitive dick twitch, and I pushed it in Aaron’s butt. “Wait, don’t you want any Vaseline?” I said, just managing to hold off from ramming my dick in his warm, sweet ass. “Don’t need it. You’ve still got some on your dick, along with your own cum and who else fucked you this morning, Aiden?” Aiden stopped licking but his fingers didn’t stop caressing my balls. “McCloskey,” he said. “Baby doll, you’ve got a thing for redheads,” Aaron said. “So you’re plenty lubed. I love having other guy’s cum fucked into my ass,” he said seductively. “Don’t hold back, honey, start pumping!” I began to fuck his ass, trying to go slowly, but unable to hold back with Aiden’s tongue driving me on, and Aaron’s ass and words encouraging me. “That’s it Darr,” Aaron panted. “Harder, I can take it, I’m not made of glass. Fuck me, drop that neg load in my poz ass,” he urged as he beat himself off in time with my rhythm. The poz talk turned me into a piston, and my thrusts went wild. I was out of control, my balls slapping against Aaron, and Aiden’s tongue going from the bottom of my balls to the top of my ass and back, over and over. I could feel the eruption of cum start at the base of my penis, and then it was on me, another mind-blowing orgasm as I unloaded in Aaron’s butt. Aaron started to shoot just a second after I did, and his ass spasmed around my dick, squeezing every last drop of cum out of me. I kind of collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, and our mouths found each other, and we kissed deeply while the intense pleasure subsided. I really wasn’t a virgin now…

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?”

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.

This must be the place, I thought. Number 67 was in a street of small shops all of which were closed except for the late night convenience store on the corner. Even under the streetlights, Number 67 looked a bit different: scruffy and anonymous with blacked out windows and no sign above. There were two buzzers beside the door, one marked 'Office', the other 'Cellar'. I approached the door then hesitated. Well, I was a few minutes early anyway and, to be honest, I was probably looking for reasons to delay the moment of no return. Time for one more cigarette. I had been smoking almost non-stop all day -- a mixture of nerves, excitement and anticipation. Only three cigs left now, so I went to the late night store and bought another pack. A few days earlier, a guy on BBRT had told me about the roulette parties they hold at Number 67 -- fuck roulette. I hadn't heard of that before but it sounded hot and after he mentioned it there was no way I could get it out of my mind. When I plucked up the courage to contact him again he invited me along. He wouldn't say much about what happened there, but he said if my number came up I would be pozzed by the time I left. The chances were one in three. I looked at my watch. Still time to back out, but I knew that even if I did the urge would never go away. As I strolled up and down the street to finish my smoke all the mental conflicts of the last few days suddenly seemed to be melting away. I was ready to accept whatever the wheel would choose for me. Returning to that anonymous door, I took two final drags on my cig, flicked the butt into the gutter and exhaling the last of my smoke into the night air, I pressed the buzzer marked 'Cellar'. The door gave a click and I pushed it open. A muscled guy with stubble came up the stairs to greet me, with only a towel around his waist. "Hi, I'm Ben," he said. "We talked on BBRT. You can get changed in here." He showed me to a small room where a blond guy who introduced himself as Johan was sitting. Johan looked about 25, slim and smooth, naked except for his jockstrap. "Just waiting for the third one," said Ben. "I'll be back when he arrives." I stripped off down to the leather harness which I had put on before setting out, along with my favourite cockring. As I stashed my clothes in the corner the door opened and Ben ushered another guy in. "This is Steve," he said, adding "We're all complete now." Steve, in his mid-30s, had a shaved head, tattoed arms and was wearing a rubber vest. Seeing us undressed, he quickly slipped off his jeans and pants, and tossed them on the pile with the rest. Ben came back with three pieces of paper on a clip board. "You all know the score. One of you will be pozzed tonight. You all have an equal chance, nothing has been rigged beforehand, but before you can be admitted into the cellar we need you to sign this, just to say you are agreeing to unprotected sex." Without allowing myself to think about it, I signed the form. Johan and Steve likewise signed. With that Ben led us down the steps to a room that was almost completely dark, with only a dim red bulb glowing in one corner. I could make out the shapes of men, maybe a dozen, and three slings hanging in a line the middle of the room. "OK, here are your slings. Choose whichever you want," Ben said. I took hold of the middle one and slid my ass onto it. As I positioned myself, gripping the chains holding the sling, I sensed someone behind me. I couldn't see what was going on but suddenly I felt a handcuff click around each of my wrists and then around the chains on the sling. There were more clicks on either side of me and I guessed the same was happening to Johan and Steve. "That's to make sure nobody changes his mind," Ben said with a laugh as more hands worked on our legs, tying our ankles to the other chains on the slings. "I think we're ready now", said Ben talking to the men in the room. "These are our roulette players for tonight. Have fun but remember, no fucking till the wheel decides which one will be joining the brotherhood." As he spoke, the guys gathered around us. A couple of tongues started tweaking my nipples and a bearded face nuzzled my hole. On either side I could hear murmurs of pleasure from Johan and Steve which told me they were also getting the same treatment. A jizz-coated finger found its way into my mouth while other fingers worked my ass. It must have continued like this for about 15 minutes with the guys taking turns to play with us until I felt something small and solid pushing at my hole then working its way in. "Just brushing your insides - in case you're the lucky one," an unidentified voice whispered. Johan, on my left, was sighing and moaning, obviously also getting a brushing. On my right, Steve was mostly quiet apart from muttering the occasional "Aw fuck!" "Good," said Ben. "All fully prepped. Time for roulette." He shone a torch on the ceiling to show numbers above our respective slings. The number above my sling was number two. Then he turned the torch towards a circular disk on the wall, about two feet across with a biohazard symbol in the centre. It was divided into three sections numbered one, two and three. "No need to explain what happens next," Ben said, "but to make it a bit more interesting we're not going to spin the wheel just once. We keep on spinning it until someone's number comes up for a second time." The red light in the corner went off, leaving the room in total darkness. "Here we go," Ben announced. "Spin number one." I could almost hear my heart pounding. The only thing I could see in the blackness was the glowing cigarette of a guy standing beside me -- which reminded me how much I needed a smoke. Ben flicked the torch on again. The wheel was still moving but slowing down and it came to rest on number three. Steve gasped sayng "Uh-oh, that's my number." The guy standing beside me sucked hard on his cigarette and let out a rich stream of smoke into the torchlight. "Please," I whispered to him, "Give me a drag." He smiled and placed the cigarette between my lips as the light went out for another spin. This time Johan's number came up. "Aaaaaaaaaahhhh", he said, 'though I couldn't tell if it was the sound of regret or delight. A warm hand patted my shoulder and the guy with the cigarette spoke softly in my ear. "Seems its not your lucky night." "Seems like it," I replied, partly disappointed but also secretly relieved. Darkness again as the wheel spun a third time. When the torch came on the number was mine. "Wow!" said Ben. "Still no result -- it's level pegging. Get ready for another spin. This one is going to decide it." Then he switched off his torch. To be continued

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

Last night a local guy on Grindr. He had no pic, his profile said he's 30 and only tops, apart from that he's anon. He said he was horny and needed to dump a load. My wife was upstairs in bed reading a book so I said it's possible but we'd have to do it in my garage and be quiet. He told me he'd be arriving in the garage in 10 minutes, that I should leave the garage door ajar and that I should be naked. I was ready on time and had Swiss Navy lube beside me. It was quite dark and I didn't want the light on in case my wife saw it. He arrived five minutes late and looked quiet tall about 6ft 3 inches. I couldn't see much else. He checked I was fully naked and told me to turn around and lean against the wall. I heard his clothes hitting the floor. After a couple of minutes foreplay he started working his dick between my butt cheeks. It felt thick, He paused and found the lube when I told him where it was on the floor. He slapped some against my pucker and I heard it being applied to his dick. He impatiently rammed into me proving he was indeed very thick. It was painful but he didn't slow down when I cursed. I think he fucked me for about ten minutes with deep long strokes lifting me on to my toes each time. Then he came deep inside me with five hard strokes. He rested maybe 30 seconds before pulling out, dressing and leaving the garage. I discovered later he'd left a big load and his rough fucking had caused me to bleed a bit. I wouldn't be able to recognise him in the street.

Was in Berlin for a week and took some loads here and there. Started with Lab.oratory on Friday night! Turned out it was too crowded for me at least! So many of you have been there and you know what the deal is. It's basically a big industrial warehouse sort of setting, with some narrow hallways, benches, sofas, piss room, dark areas, slings etc. Plenty of play space for anyone interested in public play and some a bit more to the side for the guys wanting a smaller audience. However, I was number 630-something and behind me were still hundreds of guys! My guess is that they let in over 900 guys that night which made for a VERY crowded space, even if the outdoor space was also being used. In the dark areas near the bar it was stuffed with bottoms with their asses up and guys trying to fuck them but also guys wanting to watch, so everyone kept bumping into each other and not a whole lot of continuous action was going on! Also because of the sheer number of guys (many of which were very hot!) many of the guys kept trying to find the next hottest fuck, so they were hooking up for 2-5 minutes before going on to the next one. Very hot in some ways but I prefer a bit more intimacy, even if it's piggy groupsex Saturday was really disappointing at Reizbar (went with a guy who recommended it) since it was basically trolls and some hotties but after an hour or two there was nobody left except that one tweaker on viagra that kept walking around with a hardon lol. ugh. Surprisingly the best evening for me sexually was Tuesday evening at Jaxx porn theater. They have a discount for that night so everyone is only paying the student rate. Pretty regular play booths as you would expect in a porn theater, glory holes and booths; one kind of public space where guys can fuck and watch others get fucked. Between that guys would cruise the hallway looking for their next conquest. Before heading over there I had met up with a bud who bred me at his place so started with some nice lube for guys wanting to fuck me. Started out by getting fucked by this guy with a very nice but kinda small dick, and he was turned on so came kinda quickly in my ass after I told him I had a load in there. Turns out this guy was a bit of a gusher to as my ass was very nice and wet after him! Went to the hallway and immediately picked up this hot Turkish guy. Sucked him off for a bit and turns out he had a huge cock but one of those dicks that while staying very hard also is sort of soft on the outside, so can easily fit into the ass given a slower entry. Awesome fuck and he grunted loudly as I told him to breed me. Ass dripping at this point and guys noticing it so right after him 2 more guys were waiting to fuck and breed me. First guy came quickly then left and next one fucked my silly for about 15-20 minutes in various positions before cumming really hard and thanking me profusely. Lol no problem buddy! Scouted the hallway again got picked up by a sexy guy that once he felt my wet ass told me he was a jealous bottom and quickly left! Then went to the public area where I got fucked by a sexy muscle stud that really enjoyed fucking me with 2 guys watching and jerking but after he fucked and didn't cum the rest weren't into any action. Had been there about 2 and a half hours at that point so called it a night but not before stopping at one more bar for a quick load in the backroom. The guy there was a bit aggressive so was worn out after it and went home. Pushed the loads out that didn't already run down my leg or get farted out in the metro and was a nice big gush with a hint of blood in it... whoops that came from that last aggressive guy and explained my soreness! So overall a very sexy but a bit hit-or-miss trip to Berlin!

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 find that the closer my knees are to my chest, the easier it is to gape. Positions like doggy (face down, ass up), missionary with my knees on my chest, and piledriver with toes over my head relaxes my ass cheeks and really provides the top a nice view of his hard work loosening up my hole. I love getting a good gape, feeling the cool air rush up into me, winking my hole at the top, and letting the top get a good look of his cum sloshing around in me. I used to play a game with my ex-BF, kind of like operation. After fucking me nice and long with his thick dick, we'd see how stretched out my hole was by sticking different objects in me with out touching my walls. We'd start off with stuff like a pencil, finger, multiple fingers, pill bottle, etc. Thickest object we got in me without touching walls was one of my skinnier dildos (2.5 inches wide).

Went to the local abs today since my top was unavailable. Sat down loaded the tv and began to stroke my cock. Had a guy enter the booth next door with a small uncut cock (he put a condom on) I knew he wanted to fuck the only problem was his cock was to small. He finished and left good riddance! As I sat and jerked my cock I heard the door close and bills being feed then a few finger tips. As I slid my cock thru the hole it was met with some very nice wet lips. After a quick suck I turned and pressed my hole to the hole. Then a nice cock slide into my lubed ass. It felt so good I moaned in pleasure. After a few pumps he pulled out and I sunk to my knees and invited him over. He was a sexy young black guy. ( hot). He asked me to switch to a couples booth. As I entered he was on his knees sucking another big black cock. I proceeded to strip and eat his ass as he blew the other guy till I was requested to come up for a kiss(sexy). After our tongue wrestling I kneeled and spread my cheeks for the stud that invited and proceeded to get my hole pounded and filled with a load. Then he was ordered to get on his knees to take the cock I had been sucking. This big top was at least 8 1/2 maybe nine and began to pound his ass then told me to kneel next to my new friend. Once I did I was filled with a nice bbc it felt so good. I had already had one load dumped in me and was getting fucked hard by a bbc daddy. He switched between the two of us a few times till I worked my ass on his big cock and milked out his load. He came like a bull and made sure his seed was planted deep and stayed there. I got dresses and left with a smile on my face and a wet spot in my pants.

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?”

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."

Fucking love this story. Can't wait to see Tyler and Chris poz up

@talldudeau- Many tops never go bare, I get it. But I prefer a nice raw cock in me.

The music is loud… some techno shit… not good not bad… I try to look like I belong in this place… I do not know the language but who cares… I am not here for the talking. In fact the more anonymous the better… I am a traveler. I am staying in this city for three nights and I intend to make the best of it… The moment I arrived I went to the hotel, jumped in the shower, cleaned inside- out, wore my worn out fuck jeans, no under wear, took my poppers in hand… and here I am in a bar at the center of the gay neighbourhood drinking my beer and gathering my strength to go downstairs where I know is the darkroom… I am not invisible… I am tall 6.3 black hair, moustache, with the confidence of an Alpha Top … Well I used to .. in my old days… Alas… not any more… now I know what I am … I am a cumdump… the men who like to breed a real man cunt, sure they have a good time with me… but again some not… no big deal… that’s is life… and I am OK with it… I usually smile, I say “I do not fuck… I like to get fucked and I only do bareback…” And when I say it I smile so no hurt feelings… And most of the guys are Ok with that. So life goes on… And the path of my life brought me here in this seedy leather bar. I see people look at me try to figure out what is the story behind my Mediterranean poker face… But none approaches and I approach no one either. Second beer… The bartender takes the tip with the smile. Europeans do not tip bartenders. “The fun is downstairs” he said in English. “I know” was my answer. No more talk… I went back to my corner. A man around his 50’s was standing opposite of me. Tall maybe a bit taller than me… Beard… Stocky… Nordic… In leather. Intense eyes. He is drinking his beer slowly. Looking at me… I took the challenge and I returned back the glance with the same intensity. His eyes showed nothing. He was good… A silent hunter. That is OK with me… I can wait… I won’t make the first move. If there is any kind of invitation it has to be from his part. That is the rules of the game. And I was right. He approaches me first. “Boy I need to piss… come downstairs… Now!!!” Yeap, he read me right. I followed him downstairs… he took a turn right to one of the booths… waited in the open door. I came closer. He kissed me… He knew how to kiss… Not soft not hard, but with dominance… I felt the taste of the beer. He took my hand and put it at his open fly… Damn… uncut and thick … the way I like it… Not soft but not hard either… He didn’t touch my cock at all… put his hand under trying to find my hole… He found the target easily…. “I’d love to piss in your hole…” “Go for it…” was my answer…. “Let’s find the sling”… We went thru the dark corridors… Men in the basement were walking back and forth from one wall to the other like ghosts… Hunting… for the next pray… for the next cock… for the next ass… I read their minds… They knew I was his… and with his walk in front of me he left no doubts … I was his… There was the sling… unoccupied… Didn’t take me long to take my trousers off… put it on the sling and lay on it… Took his lube… spread it around my hole then all over his thick tool… I was hard… but he stil hadn’t touch my cock.. I was not given permission to touch it either … Took my poppers out….. Nice buzz… He took his too… and then I felt his cockhead pressing my spinster… “Ready boy?” I loved the way he pushed it in… It hurt a bit but it was a nice kind of pain. My eyes locked in his… “Here it comes…” he said and then I felt it… Warm piss in my hole… And his eyes still there locked in mine. And yes a slight smile. There was another buzz … Damn chem piss…. My favourite kind…. “I love chem piss… “ I heard my self whispering while he still kept steel in my ass… “You like slamming boy?” he asked. “I love slamming Sir, but I cannot handle the needle myself… “ I said… “Good… I love slamming my boys…. Do you want to be my boy for tonight BOY?” How sweet of him… he was still pissing in my ass and slowly started to slide his thick cock inside my sloppy ass… He looked like he cared.. “Yes, Sir.... I can be anything you want me to be…” was all I said. And I meant it. “Do you want to be my slam whore for tonight boy?” So strange hearing a man calling me “Boy”… and somehow I felt a kind of peace in me… “Yes, Sir! I trust you…” He started fucking me faster… “You like my dick?” he asked. “Love your dick Sir” I answered back and I meant it. “Do you like my piss in you?” soft voice… taunting me.. teasing me… “Yes, Sir although I make a mess”… “No worries… we are not done yet… I will deliver the deed first... and then some more… we are not in a hurry… Are you in a hurry?” he was fucking me slowly… but not in the way to breed… just the way to feel my wetness inside me… and take the pleasure I was giving him… “No Sir, I am not in a hurry… I am your boy for tonight…” He smiled… nice teeth…. I liked that he was not afraid to smile… Most Tops don’t smile… I guess part of the mask… I don’t complain. I wear my masks as well… but this time I was Ok… I felt safe being a cumdump in a sleazy bar offering my ass to a complete stranger, talking English in an equal heavy accent as mine… And I meant it... I was his boy for tonight… That was clear in my mind… “You know what I want right now?” he asked again with his smooth whisper… “What?” “ A nice slam!” “Here?” “Yessssss while I am fucking you… Do you trust me?” My logic said no… but fuck logic… I took another big sniff from the poppers and instead of an answered I offered him my arm… “Good boy… “ was all he said… From one of his pockets he took one point… without taking his cock off from my ass he found the vein and I felt a small prick… He was good… I knew I was in good hands… I saw how he registered the point, the slight draw back of the blood entering the needle and then he pushed it all in… “There you go boy… fly away…” I heard my self coughing a bit… and then the buzz came like a wave… an electric wave … like flying… I felt like a leaf… ready to surrender on the wind… yes I was moving but it was the motions of the fucking… “Yes… be my slam whore”…. And the fucking became more intense…. He started to speak in his own language… Norwegian maybe? I didn’t care… I was lost in space… I felt poppers in my nostrils… He ordered me to breathe… And then he took four big snorts… The real fucking started…. He was close… “Look at me whore” he demanded… I looked at him … he was so beautiful… and like an invisible mirror I saw I was beautiful in his eyes, as well… I was where I was born to be… In a sleazy bar getting fucked and slammed by a stranger…. “Ready for my poz load, Boy? Beg for my Poz load…. “ “Give me your Poz load” I said. “Louder!!!!” He screamed… “GIVE ME YOUR POZ LOAD” I heard my voice screaming… That was all he wanted to hear…. And he gave it to me… With a bark … Like a wolf… like a tortured demon, he unleased in full force his seed deep in me… The noise of the sling was our only music... and then there was nothing else but our breaths… the ship finally came to port after a fight with the storm… I felt his hands on my lips… I sucked his fingers… tasted his cum and piss and my ass juice… nice… then I felt his hand on my hair… gentle touch… so unexpected... so out of place... so right... “Thank you” he said… “Thank you “ I answered back… “Let’s get some water… We are not done yet… “ Then I knew he was a man of his words… I was his Boy for the night… And the night was not done yet…

I got pozzed the day after my 35th birthday... ok, ok, I was chasing it for a couple of years. I needed that bug in my hole so damn bad! It really did free my hole and soul to finally be able to fuck completely bareback, and finally without that nagging little voice that freaked her ever loving shit every time I took an anon cock. I remember talking to so many fellow chasers on the forums, and I figured once I bugged up, it would be a free for all of Buggery! I'm not sure where the shortage is... Gifting tops or Chasing bottoms? Before my conversion, it was damn near IMPOSSIBLE to find an unmedicated top gifter that was not shooting those wretched blanks! Now, after having had my fuck flu for thanksgiving last year... I find myself with a shortage of holes to convert! Even with a silent HIV epidemic going on in Kern County, its a challenge to find those tender clean holes to destroy! Sure we have the stealthers around here, and the "I didnt know" bi married guys... but where are my horny slutty bugchasers at?? Was i the only one around here? Im even staying purely unmedicated so i can (Hopefully) become as notorious as BBSeroMan in his continuing count of confirmed conversions! (BBSeroMan 4 Prez!) Well, since there seems to be a lack of need around my area, I'm going to broaden my horizons a bit more... If there are any desperate NEG holes out there, that need their bug, we can discuss, and plan, for you to take a trip to me out here in Central CA (we have an airport) OR if you have the means financially, I would be willing to be "invited" over to deliver it personally, and probably even just stick around breeding and/or bloodslamming you till i'm sure youre pregnant with my AIDS baby! Fingers crossed that I can finally get what it was that I was really chasing after... a firstborn Son, and an entire bloodline to claim as my own

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

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.”

my first thought is that these guys are not your friends. my second thought is, you're lucky you didn't end up dead from overdose, violence, or accident. my third thought is, drugs are a great excuse. they let you rationalize truly insane behavior and absolve yourself of responsibility for your actions. and finally, relinquishing control of your body and mind is scary enough when you're sober. what would you do if things go wrong and you're incapable of processing the information you need to save yourself? being a blindfolded cumdump shouldn't require chemical enhancement. if it does, it's not an activity you're ready for. what's the hurry?

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.

4 IN 1 Hiddencam of 4anon guys in less than 2 hrs. Intentionally dark, tried to keep all the hot *****ents. First: good fuck and breed. Second: rough and verbal: ¨...next time that cock comes out the'll be a load in your hole!¨, +hot ass to mouth finale. Third:pulls my legs back to eat my hole before fucking it, rough, ¨bitch!¨ and spits, pulls out shoots all over my hole and pushes it all back in. Fourth: also pretty rough, pushes me flat on the bed and says ¨stick your ass up!¨ & breeds. HOT TIME! http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/4-in-1-28230661

This may not sit well with others when I say, some of the sentiment I've read on this site is that, if you're POZ and you weren't trying to be, or if you're a bug chaser, it's been embraced by its host body. Fun can be had with it. All of us are on here because we're POZ, love sex, bareback, anon, you name it. But when that hung POZ top is injecting his load in you, it's not like you're going to become infected with it again. So as that load is leaking out of you, yell at the next guy to get in you, lol.

There isn't a door directly across from mine in my apartment complex. This is occasionally very useful. In the past I've answered the door naked, or had my girlfriend do it. This time, we were both going to do it. I'd joked that we should be facing away from the door, to give our guest an appropriate view, but that was a bit too...submissive even for us, even now, waiting for a strange cock to come have its way with us. So, instead, we waited, arms around each other, after we'd buzzed him in, caught between wanting to stare at each other, and wanting to watch the door for the moment it would open. He knocked. "Come in!" I said, glad that my voice didn't crack. He opened the door, and his face immediately broke into a smile. "I see you're ready..." His eyes moved up and down our bodies, and we gave him the same frank look. He wasn't Tom of Finland material, but he did have the classic San Francisco leatherman look, a little beefy, short beard, and some very amused eyes. It wasn't until he'd had his fill that he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Once that was done, he came even closer, his hand moving between my girlfriend's legs, and reaching to stroke my cock. There was nothing shy about this man. "Already wet..." and my girlfriend staggered a bit, jaw slackening just a hair at his touch; clearly, he knew what we were doing. "And you too..." I hadn't toweled off my cock, so it still was just a little slick with the lube we used. "When you wrote, I was in her ass...." He laughed at that, a gleeful sound. "And you stopped just for me? How sweet. Turn around, and let me feel those asses..." I had to let go of her to do it, and it wasn't easy to do; we'd come this far together, but somehow the contact was still important to me. I wasn't going to disobey an order like that, though, and we both turned, catching each other's eyes when we were done. I felt his hand move roughly over my ass, before he slid two fingers into the crack, as if pushing me open. One finger rested just against my asshole, teasing..."Oh, we're going to have to get you lubed up...." and then a little gasp from next to me..."But not you." His hand moved away from me, and I couldn't tell what he was doing --until I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, and felt his denimed leg brushing against my thigh for a moment. "First, though, I think you should both get me hard." I turned around, and he was stepping out of his boots, toe against heel to kick them off, his pants already down around his calves and his cock starting to harden. WIthout having to talk to each other, we got down to our knees... (More coming later. )

Always wear one when I'm going out on the prowl. Depending on the scene, I can go from rubber to neoprene, chrome, leather - simple ring or strap to dividers and ones with ballstretchers attached. I like the extra bulge it creates in my 501s - or Speedo at the pool. The weight of the chrome donut gives a nice heft to my meat, and sexualizes every move I make! If I'm at the baths, a cockring just reinforces the reason why we're all their - SEX!!! As others have said, sizing is important. But I would add that the material is also a consideration depending on the length of time you're going to wear it. i.e. neoprene is great for all day, or in really tight jeans. Metal is good for a few hours, or when you're in a place where you can let it swing free (the baths)! And if you're getting fucked, it makes it easier for your top to grab a handful of cock-and-balls! Love 'em!

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

I voted for both. More often than not, I usually have 1-1 hookups with an occasional 3 some (two tops). I like the intimacy of 1-1, and it can be very emotionally satisfying. However, when I'm in slut mode, there is nothing like climbing into a sling or draping myself over a fuck bench and taking on all cummers. Mostly at group sex parties, but occasionally in dark rooms. There is no feeling like having a never ending platoon of anonymous cocks pounding my ass and leaving my cunt dripping with cum. I really don't get to be a cum whore too often. When it does happen, it's fucking fantastic...........and I know I've satisfied a lot of Tops.

This past Saturday. Woke up with morning wood and got on scruff. Got a woof and an unlocked photo album from someone on the interstate. Sent him a pic of my hole. He replied back that it was a nice hole and if it wanted a load. Told him yes but I needed to shower and clean out first. We exchange numbers since it was easier. Got out of the shower and texted him if he was still nearby that I was ready. Lucky for me he had pulled off and waited. Asked how he wanted to find me. He told me ass up and lubed and blindfolded. I did as I was told. 15 mins later I hear the door open. I take a hit of poppers to let him know I was ready for his bare cock. In no time he's undressed and plowing my hole hard. The headboard is banging against the wall and I'm morning in pleasure. Pretty soon I hear a grunt and him just lay into me. Told me that was a nice ass and will have to meet again when he drives by tomorrow. With one load in me, it makes me crave more. So I put up an ad on cl stating I had one load in me and was looking for more. Got a response quickly with a nice mushroom head cock. Gave him my address and said I'd be waiting. Soon enough just like the first guy I hear the door open and hear him walk back to my room. Hear him undress. 5 mins later he's getting dressed and leaves with a "that's two loads in you now whore" Only got two loads that day, but kept them in me all day.

2. Jon "Got a package for you," the guard said. I looked up from my phone to see Hector looking at me. I hoped it was the package I had been expecting. It was an important part of my plans for Seth's party, and I had been worried it wouldn╒t get here in time for the weekend. "Thanks," I said. "It's in the back." Hector said. I felt a knot in my stomach. I knew where this was leading. "And where's Cal been? I haven't seen him for a few days." I had just come from the gym, and the workout had left me not just sweaty, but also horny. Still, I wasn't sure if I was ready for Hector. "He's been in Austin for work this week," I said. "Too bad," Hector said. "I've been missing him." Hector rubbed his crotch. There was no doubt why the burly Latino was missing Cal. Cal was usually the one who satisfied Hector's needs. Hector was the prototypical security guard, insecure and eager to assert his authority. Mixed with a deep insecurity about his sexuality, it was a toxic combination and it was reflected in his approach to sex. He was rough and aggressive, with a tendency to be very verbal and abusive. More than once, Cal had come up to the apartment with tears streaming down his face and bruises on his body. With Cal away, the job of satisfying Hector's dark, uncut cock was going to fall to me. "Me too," I said, as Hector motioned for me to head to the storage room in the back. The security guard put up a sign "Back in ten minutes." Not that he cared when he got back, but it would help to bound the experience. "He's back late tonight." "Yeah?" he said. "But my shift ends at 7:00." It was going to be me pleasuring him tonight. I couldn't tell if Hector was in a good mood or not, but it didn't matter. His cock was already stirring. As far as his penis was concerned, it didn't matter what I wanted. All that mattered was what Hector needed. He opened the door to the storage room. "Can't last that long?" It was my cock talking. As soon as I said it, I regretted it. Hector could barely control his sexuality, and never joked about it. I sometimes wondered if what Cal and I did for him was a safety valve, letting him release his tensions in a controlled way with participants that at least knew what they were getting into. I walked into the storage room. It was not the first time I had been in it, but it had been several months since the last time. As always, there was the single flickering fluorescent bulb, barely illuminating the room. Against the far wall, the locked cage ran the width of the room. It had only been a few weeks ago that I had come home and had to claim Cal from the cage. He bruised and bloodied from Hector's "games." Luckily, I had only been in the cage once, and I shivered at the memory. I wondered once again what I had just volunteered for. As I looked around the room, I noticed something new, a ratty old mattress, stained and dirty. It was in one corner of the cage. It was hard to tell if being thrown on the dirty mattress was a better outcome than just lying on the cold floor. "Shut up faggot," Hector said. It wasn't the words but the tone that hammered home the reality of the situation. Even though I was scared of what would happen next, my cock was playing traitor as it lengthened and hardened in my jeans. "On your knees." I fell to the ground in a motion that felt more like an involuntary reflex than a choice. I looked up at the Latino. He was smiling, the bulge in his khakis painfully obvious. Reverentially, he undid his belt. For him, it was a symbol of his power, and therefore, it required the utmost respect. I had watched the first time Cal had casually tossed it aside. The welts on his ass took two weeks to fully disappear. "You know what to do cocksucker," he said. I nodded and undid his pants, exposing a pair of white briefs, already stretched nearly to breaking point by his uncut cock. I pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was thick, dark and despite how hard he was, the head was still covered by his foreskin. I would be lucky if Hector would use any lube to make the fuck bearable, much less some poppers or tina to make it fun. The Latino approached fucking as a zero-sum game, where any pleasure I got was less pleasure he got. For Hector, even me sucking his cock was an excuse to find new ways to get me to gag. I opened my mouth, taking the very tip of his cock into my body. Gently, I probed under his foreskin. If I knew Hector, he had spent most of the afternoon surfing the Internet for porn. The big breasts and wet cunts he had found had made him drip a bit, and the pre-cum had accumulated under his cockhood. "Oh fuck yeah, cocksucker. Lick up that sweat," he grunted, shoving his cock a bit further into my mouth. "Mmmmph," I said, working my way down his thick shaft. The entire encounter had happened so fast that I didn't really have a chance to get into the right headspace. From our idle chatter in the lobby to me on my knees sucking his cock, it had been barely five minutes. Nevertheless, my mood did not matter. I had to deep-throat the Latino. Hector hated any other lube than spit, so deep throating him was essential. My saliva would be my only respite from his ass pounding. "All the way down, faggot," he said. "Make my cock happy." I exhaled and focused on the cock already pressing against the back of my throat. "Yeah, it'll make your throat sore. But you like that." Hector grabbed the back of my head. "Come on. How many times have you done this before?" I didn't want to count; that would involve re-living the most extreme moments. I remembered the time he had practically choked me with his dick. He pulled it out only seconds before I blacked out. "Do it," he said, forcing my head down on his manhood. "Uuuuugh," I moaned, as the thick head forced itself into my throat. I had to take it, but every ounce of my being rebelled against the humiliation of his utter domination of my throat. "Eeease?" I grunted, begging him to let up on me. "Fucking feels so good cocksucker," he said. "No way am I gonna give up on this." He held my head in place; my nose rubbing against his closely trimmed pubes. There was the faint scent of soap, and the much stronger odor of sweat. In other words, he smelled like a man. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his steel shaft further in my mouth. "I know faggot. You can't get enough of a real man's cock." I looked up at him, silent and desperate. He was staring down at me, smiling broadly. His cock twitched, delivering a payload of pre-cum that landed straight in my stomach. He knew that every movement of his body was another ordeal as I struggled to accommodate his thickness. My obvious discomfort at sucking his cock only made him harder. Suddenly, he yanked his cock out of my throat and mouth. The removal was almost worse than the original penetration. But, the spasms subsided quickly once his cock was out of my mouth. "Stand up," he said, stepping back. He had decided that his cock was wet and hard enough to shove into my ass. I stood up quickly. "Bend over," he said. I bent over, leaning my weight against one of the shelves. It was full of packages waiting to be picked up. "Lower," he said, motioning me to rest against only the second shelf from the bottom. I stood up long enough to kick off my pants, then forced myself in the awkward and revealing posture he had demanded. As ambivalent as he might have been about gay sex, Hector still knew exactly what he was doing. By forcing me to brace myself against the lower shelf, I had to spread my legs wide, which forced my ass up. I could feel the chill of cool air against my hole. It reminded me just how exposed and vulnerable I had let myself become. In the position I had now assumed, there was no way for me to resist Hector's inevitable attack. My hole was exposed and ready for him to penetrate. The sudden chill awoke something dark and evil lurking within my body. I was no stranger to the passions of my virus. At the worst moments, it would stir, and assert itself. It wanted companionship, and it knew the best way to get it was through fluid exchange. Now aroused it asserted itself and made my only thought the need to get fucked. Hector grabbed onto my waist with one hand, and spat on his cock. Even when he had the time, he hated lube. "You know. Spit is all that a cocksucker deserves." He positioned his dick against my hole, pausing for a moment. "Let me in," he said, as he pressed harder and forced himself into me. As he entered, his foreskin peeled back, exposing his swollen cockhead. At least there was a bit of pre-cum to lubricate his penetration, but it was hardly enough. Not that it mattered. My virus was in control now and it wanted cum even more than Hector needed to drain his balls. I grunted, shifting my weight to try to get into a better position. "Stay cocksucker," he said, using his free hand hold me in place. "This is how I want it." I stopped squirming. I could feel each millimeter of his cock as it pressed into ass. Since I had no chance to prepare, his dick was a burning poker invading me. I moaned, more from pain than any kind of pleasure. "That's a real man in your ass," he said. He pushed further into me, the skin of his shaft rubbing against the tender walls of my ass. I closed my eyes, dreaming of even a drop of lube to make it easier to bear. "It's the kind of cock you dream about, faggot." "So fucking tight," Hector said. His cock was only seven or eight inches long, but it was thick. He was stretching me out. "Almost all in." I allowed myself a breath and forced myself to relax even more. Unfortunately, like Hector, the virus did not believe in pleasure. All it wanted that afternoon was another man in me, another chance to get re-infected. As I exhaled, his cock slid deeper into me and his thick pubes brushed against my buttocks. "It's all the way in, cocksucker," he said, and almost immediately, pulled back out. "Now the fun can really begin." I gasped, only to be rewarded with another hard thrust back into my hole. This time, it was at an angle and his dickhead rubbed against fresh parts of my hole. Hector was trying to find the sweet spot that maximized both his pleasure my discomfort. He knew what he was doing, and quickly found a rhythm of thrusts, parries, and withdrawals that left me breathless and sweating. He now had both hands on my waist and held me in place. It meant there was no relief for my aching thighs or sore ass. The only relief was that he was dripping pre-cum into me. If we kept this up long enough, I would be properly lubricated, and his fucking wouldn't be quite as harrowing. "Oh yeah," Hector said. "Almost there, cocksucker." "Please," I moaned. I wasn't sure if the voice was me begging for the fuck to end, or my virus, begging for his load. My arms were getting tired from supporting myself and pushing back against his pounding. His pre-cum was making his thrusts a little more bearable, but each one was still a painful reminder of his utter dominance over me. "Please," I grunted again. "Faggot begging for a man's load," Hector said. "Fucking the way the world should work." He slammed his cock deep into my hole and held it there. Of course, this was the moment where he had opened me up and lubricated me enough that his thrusts were no longer painful. He knew how to time it perfectly; when it became even slightly pleasurable for me, it was time for the encounter to end. "Fucking taking my load." His shaft throbbed. "Fucking breeding that faggot hole." The first spurt of cum was like a bullet, colliding with my body, lodging itself deep. Three more spurts followed in quick succession, each punctuated by a grunt of pleasure. As he filled me, my virus was briefly satiated. I no longer had the utter compulsion for sperm. I had a shining moment of clarity and was able to see myself in perfect understanding. Unfortunately, I was still bent over, practically naked, with another man's semen dripping out of my ass. It was not how I wanted to imagine myself. Afterwards, he paused for a moment, slowly working his load into my ass. "Hope JP likes sloppy seconds, faggot," he said. He pulled his cock out quickly, sending fresh bolts of pain through my body. Before I could even recover, he had put his dick back in his briefs, pulled up his pants and re-adjusted his belt. "Your package is there, cocksucker," he said, pointing to a small box practically covered in shipping labels in English and Chinese. He slapped my ass. It was harder than it needed, and I only barely caught myself from crashing into the shelf. "Clean your self up and take it." With nary another word, Hector left the storage room, leaving me still mostly naked, bent over, with a few drops of his seed dripping out of my ass. I stood up slowly, trying not to move too fast and cause my aching muscles to enter spasms of protest. I pulled on my underwear and pants, and grabbed the package Hector had pointed to. When I stepped out of the storage room, Hector was already back at his desk. I could see a picture of a naked woman on his screen, her legs spread and her fingers sliding into her cunt. He made no acknowledgement of my presence as I walked to the elevators. In the elevator, I shook the box, but there was no sound to reveal anything about the contents. It was both re-assuring and nerve-wracking. It had been a very complex order, and I was terrified that it would get messed up in critical ways. The elevator quickly took me up the fifty-odd floors to the condo, dropping me off in the foyer. I kicked off my shoes, and headed to the kitchen. "Hello?" I called out. Cal was still away, but I hoped that Jean-Paul had beaten me back home. "Welcome home," Jean-Paul called back. It sounded like he was in the living room. "I'm in the kitchen, JP," I said. I found a pair of scissors, and started to carefully cut the packing tape from the box. "What's in the box?" I looked up to see JP standing in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. "Gym, then shower. Didn't see much point in getting fully dressed again." I could jus barely see his penis outlined in the sweats. It reminded me of what I had just done. It also reminded me that Hector's cum had only partially satiated my needs. "No complaints about that here," I said. JP's cock grew slightly in his sweat pants. I opened the box, and pulled out a few sheets of Chinese newspaper, and extracted two bags stuffed full of oblong blue pills. I had ordered about 300 of them; eyeballing the bags, it looked about right. JP walked over to me, pressing his body against mine. He was warm and the contours of his body were infinitely familiar and comfortable. "I thought those were Viagra," he said. "But Truvada?" "Well, kind of," I said. I pulled out another bag; this one was just as full. "These are for our boy tomorrow night." "Seth?" JP asked. "Yeah." I opened one of the bags, and extracted a pill. "Sugar pills," I said. "We'll replace his with the fakes." I had the idea several months earlier, in the quiet, dark hours of the night when the only ones awake were the ones driven by demons too powerful for mortals to defeat. That night, my demons had been crystal meth and three unknown, erect men. "Fuck," JP said. "You're a twisted fucker." He was now pressed up against my back. I could feel his cock grow as he thought through the implications of what I had just said. We would be fucking Seth raw and Seth, of course, would let us inject him full of our poz cum. He thought the pills he was taking would protect him. But he would be wrong. It would be just like a good old-fashioned stealthing, only far more dark, evil and perverted. "I learned from the best," I said. I pulled out one last bag. This one had only about 30 white tablets in them. "And those?" "Just some molly." "And the student becomes the master," JP said. "Well, even so, maybe you can give me a refresher course," I said. His cock was pressed against my back. Even though Hector had just fucked me, the virus was insistent. It needed more. It especially needed a poz man's sperm. "You sure?" JP asked. "We gotta save something for Seth, you know." "One last one?" I asked. I was already undoing my belt, racing to get out of my clothes. "I guess," JP said. He pushed down his sweats, letting his cock spring free. I finally got my pants off, and started to unbutton my shirt. "I can probably manage one load for you, my needy man." "You have no idea," I said. I wanted JP's cock. I needed his poz cum. "I think I know you well enough to know how badly you need cock." "Hector," I started. "You already have a load up there?" JP asked. He loved it when I came pre-seeded. I tossed my shirt into a corner, and nodded. "Yeah." "Oh hell yeah," JP said. "You need another load up that hot, greedy hole of yours?" "Fuck yeah," I said. "You need a recharge? Get you primed and ready for our innocent boy tomorrow night?" "I do." JP lifted me onto the kitchen table. The wood was warm against my skin, but as JP buried his face in my ass, I barely even noticed where I was. "Mmmm," he said. His tongue was probing my hole, darting in and out of me. He was trying to find the hidden pockets of cum that were still in my hole. "I can taste his cum." "Are you still?" I asked. "Off meds?" JP replied. After so many years together, we didn't need to complete sentences to know what the other was thinking. "Yeah," he continued. "It's been about a week now." "You must be pretty potent by now." "I hope so. For Seth's sake. Tonight, however, it's all yours." He stood up and spun me around. My head was now hanging off the side of the table, his erection standing up stiffly in front of me. It was beautiful, familiar presence; I had long ago lost track of all the times we had fucked. "Come on," he said, putting his warm hands on the side of my head, and gently holding me in place as he pushed his cock towards me. "Suck my cock. Get me hard," he said, as if he wasn't already hard enough. "Fucking beautiful cock," I said. "Beautiful, AIDS-infected cock." "It infected you," JP said. "It did." I replied. I opened my mouth and took the very tip of his cock. I barely brushed my tongue across it, but even so could taste the intense, bitter taste of his pre-cum. He had always tasted bitter, but it was not an unpleasant taste. Like a fine Islay scotch, it had grown on me and I reveled in its complexities and changes as his health and viral load ebbed and flowed. It took only one taste for me to realize how potent he was. Tomorrow he would be even more deadly. The drugs we all took worked extremely well, and when JP stopped them, his virus came back with a vengeance. JP's high viral load would be an added reward for Seth this weekend, albeit one he would not have chosen for himself. "I can taste the virus in your pre-cum," I said. "I know," JP said. "I can tell you love it." He was right. It reminded me of when we were first dating and when HIV was far scarier. JP had been there for me, helping me accept his poz cock and take his infected loads. He had been there for me when I had gotten sick, fucking me repeatedly to make sure I was sure to convert. It was so perfect that he had done it to me. Even now, I would jerk off thinking about those weeks. JP was pushing his cock deeper into my mouth and soon he was pressing against the back. I swallowed and let him enter my throat. Although JP was thick, I had gotten used to him. There were only a few seconds of discomfort before I acclimated to his familiar girth. "That's right, boy. Take it all." "Please," I murmured, as best I could with his cock buried in my throat. I wanted him to force his cock into me and to take me once more. He was only a few years older than me, but his hair was already the perfect mixture of salt and pepper. I thought it was hot; it made him even more of the daddy he already was. "Fuck me," I grunted, staring at the black and white hair of his pubes. He held my head in place as he pushed his cock deeper into me. Although I should have expected it, the first time was still a surprise. I forced myself to adjust to it, fighting back the urge to gag. "Come on, take it," JP said. "Take my diseased cock." I closed my eyes and relaxed. Before I knew it, my lips were pressed up against the base of his dick, and my nose was nestled against his heavy balls. This was one of the most perfect configurations for two men to be in: one man buried deep in the throat of another man. Just as soon as I had gotten used to it, and right as I began to savor it, JP pulled his cock out. But immediately, he sunk it right back into me. I was surprised by how forceful he was, and once more had to force myself not to gag. JP usually took his time and let me get used to him. But tonight, there was urgency in his actions. "Fuck," JP said. "I'm not sure what's into me tonight. I gotta get off." He pulled his cock out again. It was as hard as it ever was, and was now dripping wet from my spit. "The virus is in your brain," I said. "It needs to spread." "You're right," he said. He let go of my head and stepped back. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" he asked me. I pulled myself up and sat on the counter. "You going to breed me? Make me your infected poz man?" "My diseased husband," he said, smiling. He extended his hand. I grabbed it, and followed him into the bedroom. In the bedroom, he grabbed my other arm and tossed me onto the bed. Jon-Paul was six inches taller than me, and at least fifty pounds heavier. All of that extra weight was muscle. When we wrestled, I always lost. "You are going to get fucked good," he said. "Infected with some new strain of virus." "I hope so," I said. I pushed the covers back, leaned up against the pillows, and spread my legs. "All yours, my poisonous stud." JP got on the bed, and knelt between my legs. I handed him a bottle of lube. "You think you need this?" he asked. "Don't you already have another man's cum up there?" I nodded. "Just a bit," I said. "I guess," JP said. He grabbed one of my legs and pushed me back, exposing my hole even more. He squeezed a bit of the lubricant out of the bottle, directly onto my hole. "You've got a drop of cum leaking out," he said. Pre-seeded holes were one of his biggest turn-ons; his eyes were wide and eager to pound my hole. He poured a thin bead of the fluid onto his erection and gave it a few strokes. "I'm a slimepit," I said. "I know." "Not yet," JP said. He had navigated his cock to my hole, and it was now pressing against me insistently. By now, after all the years together we knew each other's bodies completely and instinctively. Even tweaked up, in a dark maze, I could always steer my cock directly into JP's throat. He had the same navigation talents when it came to my body. "One load does not a cumdump make, much less a slime pit." "You need to fix that," I said. Before I could say anything else, he pushed his cock into me. I gasped, from a perfect mixture of surprise, delight, and discomfort. As JP started to find a rhythm of fucking me, the surprise and discomfort disappeared and all that remained was pleasure. JP leaned in and gave me a kiss. "I can feel that load inside you," he said, before pushing his tongue back into my mouth. "How many loads is Seth going to get?" he asked. "As many as we can give him," I said. "As many as it takes to infect him." "But he thinks this is perfectly safe? That PrEP is going to protect him?" "Yeah," I said. I clenched my ass tight around JP's cock, wanting to milk out more of his toxic pre-cum. "And he thinks all of us are on meds." "Other than you, me and Cal, who's coming?" JP licked my ear, sending waves of pleasure over my body, all of them converging on my hole. "Ohhh, baby," he murmured as he felt my hole twitch. "Just us tomorrow night," I replied, trying to ignore the pleasure I was feeling. "Pizza, poppers, and pozzing." "You mean supper, smoke, and stealthing, right?" "Hell yeah," I said. "Then, Saturday, we've got Jesse, Max, Dennis, Nathan and Jason and Sean and Vic." "How much cock is this boy going to take? Max and Sean and Vic are pretty big." "You're at least as big as all of them," I said. I reached down and grabbed his muscular ass. I pulled him closer. It gave me a chance to feel his hairy chest rub against mine, but also get another half inch of cock in me. "And you said Dennis and Jesse as well?" I nodded. "They've been off drugs for how long?" "Resistant for Dennis. Jesse never even took them." "That's right. But it's like bringing a nuclear warhead to a high school wrestling match. He doesn't stand a chance." I nodded again. Dennis had stopped drugs a few months ago, when his virus became resistant to one of the medicines. The last time I had seen him, he had been gaunt and slow, like all his energy was being sucked up by the virus. But the disease had not affected his cock; it was as hard and powerful as ever. Jesse, on the other hand, still looked like the model he once was, albeit with a bit of grey in his goatee. He had never taken drugs at all. He thought they interrupted the universe's master plan, in which his disease was a small part of some grand and perfect design. "But what about you?" I asked. "I tasted your pre-cum tonight. If they are a nuclear weapon, you're a fucking neutron bomb." "You could tell?" JP asked. He slowed down his insistent pounding, and kissed me. "That's fucking hot." I could. It wasn't very accurate, but he tasted metallic, almost poisonous when his viral load was high. "Yeah," I said. "You know I can. And from your precum tonight, you're a deadly stud of a man." "All the better to infect my special studs with. All the best for our special guest this weekend." "Yeah, and speaking of special guests, Tina will also be making an appearance on Saturday. Vic said he would hook us up." "Drugs and sex, and poz men?" JP asked. "Everything after this weekend is going to be a let down for Seth." "Yeah," I said, laughing. "You're probably right." "Another let down?" JP asked. I nodded. "Cal's gonna get home and there's going to be no cum left for him." "It's going to be even worse this weekend. He's gonna be a hungry boy by the end, seeing Seth get all the loads." "And he's gonna be even more jealous of the load Hector gave you." He pressed his dick into me, finding another reservoir of the Latino's jizz. "So fucking hot, you taking that load, and bringing it home for me to fuck into you." "I want to be your slut," I said. "I know. But you have such a nice cock yourself. You shouldn't deny men the pleasure of it." "Nor my load." "Your foul, polluted cum," JP said. He reached down and grabbed my cock. It was rock-hard, and already dripping some pre-cum. He rubbed his finger in the slick fluid, and then put the finger in his mouth. "But still so sweet. The drugs are working?" "Yeah, last test was about a month ago and I was all clean." "Except for your mind," JP said. "The boy has no clue what he's getting himself into." "A nest of vipers," I said. "Deadly vipers." "And this viper is getting ready to bite." "Shoot its venom into me," I said. JP had been playing with both my body and my mind. Between his fucking and his dirty talk, he had pushed me into a dark headspace, where I almost believed that his cock was a thick, fat snake. It was biding its time and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "Oh fuck yeah," JP grunted as he shoved his snake into my hole. "Gonna breed my man's slut hole." He was still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of his cockhead swimming in Hector's load. He exhaled. At the same moment, his cock swelled and spurted. His cum shot out of his dick, into my waiting ass. "Take my AIDS cum," he moaned. "Give it to me," I said. "Re-charge my hole." "Hell yeah," JP said. His hips were thrusting into me again, smearing his fresh cum against my hole while at the same time, working Hector's load into me as well. Each thrust was marked by another throb of his cock as he ejaculated more of his virus-ridden sperm into me. "Can't ever get enough of you." "I'm jealous of every load I don't get," I said. "I know." He leaned in and started to kiss me. "You are still my favorite. And each year, you only get hotter." As JP's orgasm faded, we continued to make out. We each were constantly adjusting our position, making sure that JP's cock stayed in me. But, eventually, JP began to get soft and my legs got sore. "Dinner?" he whispered in my ear. "Sure," I said. We slowly disentangled, finding excuses to slap each other's balls, nibble on a nipple, or just make out that left us in bed another fifteen minutes. Finally we stood up and we each pulled on a pair of sweats. I took a piss, and JP headed to the kitchen. The rest of the evening was uneventful. JP made dinner, we curled up on the couch and watched some TV, and then we went to bed. Around midnight, we were momentarily awoken by Cal coming back and crawling in between us. I wrapped my arms around the lanky young man and nestled my erect penis between his muscular ass cheeks. I quickly fell back to sleep, dreaming of an angry virus, desperate to spread itself to every unsuspecting, horny man.

Part 2 – The Leather Lord’s Continue Their Training and the Return of Dr Mike The hood muffled all other sounds in the room so the only noise filling my head was my own whimpering and gasping breath as I tried to recover from the brutal rape fuck Charles and his Son, Roger, had just given me. My legs and arms felt numb and I was still chained into the sling. The warm mix of cum, blood, and gonorrhea drip was running out my hole and my ass was left gaping, and torn up from their assault. I lay tied up in the sling for a while and finally felt someone uncuff my hands and help me back up off the sling. I had a hard time finding my footing and standing, and heard both Charles and Roger laugh as I stumbled. “Fuck Sir, you fucked him silly!” Roger said as he laughed. Yeah, real funny, he may have a big dick, but witty he was not. But I was just trying to focus on standing up, and with the hood on and not being able to see I felt even more off balance. “You feel like you got to shit boy? Huh?” Charles said as he slapped the side of my head. “Speak up. Do you? Well you’re not going to. There is a reason I told you not to eat and Dr Mike already had you trained to be clean and prepared, that’s because we plan to fuck you deep, and that feeling you got right now down in your guts, you know what that is?” he asked as he slapped me again, “That’s called ‘BEING FUCKED OUT’ – that’s what that’s called.” I then felt three gloved fingers dig up into my ass and I yelped as I rewarded with shocks of pain and laughter. “Yes boy, we just started to open you up and you better keep everything we gave you all up in that ass. Now Son here is a bit thirsty, so if you have to piss, now is the time to do it, you understand?” Charles said as he slapped my head again. “When you feel his mouth on you, you relax and let it go and don’t worry, you are going to get it all back.” Roger let go of me, I still felt a bit wobbly, but managed to stay standing. I had never pissed in someone’s mouth before and expected him to be rough, but he wasn’t as he gently guided the head of my dick to his open mouth. I felt like I had to piss so bad, but nothing happened as the pressure in my ass made it difficult to relax enough to piss. Charles finally said, “Here, drink this up first, it should help,” as he handed me another drink. I managed to find my mouth and down it and felt the warmth of the liquor kick in. Roger then pushed a finger up into me between my balls and my asshole. For some reason that made me feel like I wanted to piss even more and I was able to relax enough to get a little bit out, and as that came, relaxed some more, and once the stream got going good and strong Roger clamped his mouth completely around my dick and swallowed all my piss. He then stood up, grabbed my face between his hands, and fed me some of my piss back into my mouth and worked it around with his tongue. “Kneel,” Charles said. “You better swallow every drop of what I give you,” he said as he opened my mouth with his leather gloved fingers and guided the head of his dick in. Luckily he was not hard, but even soft his dick was still really big. I felt his dick pulse, twitch, throb and him shift a little bit, he then grabbed the back of my head, pushed me onto his dick a little more and started pissing. His piss was burning hot and tasted dark and rotten. It felt like it was scorching my throat as it scalded the tissue all the way down into my stomach, and as it reached my guts I felt full, hot, and like I had just ate a huge meal. His stream seemed to last forever and I was having a hard time keeping up and started to choke and gag and some of it actually came out my nose, but I didn’t pull all the way off his dick, which pleased him. “Good, very good boy, I saw how you fought to keep taking it, I like that like I told you, want to see you fight – fight to resist me but also fight to please me. You see that Son?” Roger’s voice was muffled and was followed by some large scuffing sounds like something was being moved. I soon felt gloved hands helping me up and then Roger’s beard as he forced my mouth open with his, held my head, and started working his tongue around tasting what was left of Charles’ piss. “Alright, enough of that,” Charles barked, “Get the fuck over here, he has had more than enough rest, more than he deserves.” With that Roger pushed/led me further back into the room until I bumped into something in front of me. Charles was right in front of my face, “Remember when Dr Mike told you to practice your breathing? Whether you are being fucked, or sucking, or something, you must stay in control of your body – at least in your mind. You know I control your body here, but up there (as he slapped my head) that is you, and you need to learn to focus. Help him up.” Roger then pushed me forward into what I had bumped into and as I put my hands out and landed half on, half off, it felt like a big plastic or vinyl pillow, or bench, or something. Roger pushed at my ass and I got on my hands and knees. “No, no, too high,” Charles said as Roger then pulled me back. I heard scuffling as something was moved, then Roger pushed me forward again until my head hit something hard. “Yes, good,” Charles said. Roger pushed me forward a foot or so, he then let go and I could feel gloved hands rubbing my welted and bloody ass. Someone pulled me forward a bit more, and someone beside me was half raising me up as my arms were spread and my neck and wrists were placed on something hard as I half leaned forward with my arms bent at about a 90 degree angle, while still on my knees. “Keep your head down, don’t move,” Roger said. I then felt pressure as something closed in around my neck and wrists and I heard the sound of metal on wood. The Leather Lords had just locked me in a wooden stock like the Pilgrims put witches in and shit – fuck! There was just raw wood around my wrists with not much space for me to wiggle my arm in a twisting motion, and the hole definitely was not big enough to get my hand out. The hole my neck was through had some padding, but I soon realized I had to sort of lean my weight against my arms to help hold me upright. “Here, move your knees a up a little” Charles said as he slid something else under me, and I realized I was now just a little bit higher so the pressure on my neck was less. “Those fucking gym mats come in handy for lots of things, especially getting a hole at just the right height,” Charles said, “And remember what I told you before,” he continued as he leather gloved hand was now rubbing my ass, then slapped me hard, first one cheek, then the other, “I own you today and I WILL NOT HOLD BACK.” With that the cold steel of Charles’ pierced cock forced it’s way into my ass, followed by his horse dick, reopening the shreds in my guts that had dried close with blood and reigniting the pain in my ass. I screamed out, no words, just primal pain as his weight forced my body forward against the wood stocks, and my knees and body absorbed the brunt of his forceful pushing up my ass. The way I was angled his dick did not just go straight in as it did in the sling, but hit the back of my guts with each thrust and then tore its way upwards on a path of evil destruction. Charles must have known the effect this would have and as I tried to twist and pull away – with nowhere to run – he fucked harder. I felt him lean a bit over me so that part of his chest was on my upper back and his arms above mine, then he grabbed onto the stock for leverage. I could feel the heat from his body, his sweat, and his voice now telling me how he was raping me with his AIDs filled dick. I could not help it and started crying again, a mix of pain but also frustration. I could not move, I had NO control, and that frustrated the fuck out of me. I tried to buck my hips and get the weight of him off me, I tried moving my arms, hoping to jab him or something to make him stop a minute – if I could just get a breath – a little break. Nothing worked however, so I just had to take it. The pain was just as intense, but somehow less now, and I then realized I did not know where Roger was. I soon found out as Charles yanked his dick out of me and I felt Roger and his beard as he licked at my bruised and welted ass and hole just before slamming his dick in and adding a new layer of pain to my torn ass as he raped me again. Charles was now in front of me. He slapped my hooded head a couple times as he moved the tip of his dick back and forth across my mouth. His dick pulled away, he leaned down, and through the sound the stock was making as Roger breeded my ass raw, and my own whimpers, Charles’ voice carried as he said, “We will now see how well you have learned to breathe.” His leather gloved fingers from one hand were shoved into my mouth and forced my jaws open and wide. Fingers from his other hand joined them and they dig and clawed at my gums, the inside of my cheeks, my tongue and more at my gums. He then shoved what was like a big toothbrush into my mouth and started scraping at my gums, tongue, and cheeks and I could taste blood as he made my mouth raw. Charles then knelt down in front of me and started spitting into my mouth. After each spit, he would run one of his fingers all around inside my mouth, digging at it, working his spit in with the blood. Charles stood up, pushed the ring at the head of his dick into my open my mouth and said, “Lick my piss hole, I want you to suck out all of the gonorrhea drip and move it around your shredded mouth with your tongue.” So I did, I began digging at the hole with my tongue and as he oozed drip and precum I coated my mouth with it. In one thrust Charles then shoved as much of his dick into my mouth as he could, which was not a lot as he was fucking huge and the surprise made me try to clamp my jaws shut and he quickly pulled back out. Charles slapped me hard twice and said, “Fuck – here – hit these poppers and when I say open that fucking mouth now, you better do it as I am going to kill that gag reflex.” I inhaled deeply several times and felt the rush of the poppers kick in. Roger was still slam fucking my ass - moving a bit from side to side instead of just straight in and out like he was trying to widen my hole up. Charles then grabbed the sides of my head, I opened my mouth and he shoved his dick in as far as it would go. I started to gag, and choke, I could not breathe, and was trying to push him out with my tongue. He pulled back a little and as I gasped for breath he slapped me and then slammed his dick in my throat as hard as he could. It hit the back of my throat and with my neck angled and stretched like it was in the stock it pushed right on until my airway was completely blocked and filled with dick. I was struggling hard now to breathe and Charles withdrew his dick part way and I gulped for air, he then slapped me hard, slammed his dick forward again and once more I was choking and dying for air. This time he left it there a couple seconds, but it felt like an eternity as I could not breathe. Roger just kept fucking, but now the pain in my ass was nothing – all focus was on trying to breathe and even breathing through my nose did nothing as my entire throat was filled with raw Leather Lord dick. Tears streamed down my face inside the hood and the pressure in my head was incredible. My stomach and insides started to revolt and this time when Charles pulled back, his dick was followed by the piss and JD that had been in my stomach as I threw up all around his dick. It started to spill out the sides of my mouth and puddle on the floor in front of the stocks. Charles pulled his dick all the way out of my mouth and said, “Yeah that’s it, let it out, let it out. Here – hit the poppers again.” Just as I finished Roger started whipping my ass with the leather crop as he fucked me and I screamed anew in pain. Charles laughed, pushed his dick into my mouth and slammed it down my throat again. This time he held it in even longer and again when he pulled back his dick was followed with what was left in my stomach. I gulped in huge breaths of air and was waiting for the poppers, but none came, just his dick forcing my mouth open again. Charles grabbed my head between his hands and started rape fucking my throat. He did not pull out all the way again, just enough so that if I breathed through my nose I could get a little air if I timed it right. I was focusing on that, only that, just trying to breath as his big AIDs dick fucked my throat sore and Roger continued to fuck my ass. Charles then slowed his fucking down, “No, no, don’t want to cum yet, you still have some more practice to do.” He shoved his dick in as far as it would go and held it there some more. I was fighting to breathe and clawing in the air with my locked up hands trying to grasp any breath. After what seemed like an eternity Charles pulled out far enough for me to get some air and I was panting through my nose like a race horse. Once more Charles shoved his dick fully into my throat and this time he did not pull out and as I fought and fought to breathe the more his dick seemed to press against the walls of my throat, and I soon passed out. When I came back around Charles was patting the side of my hooded face and it took me a bit to focus on his voice, “There you go, come on now boy, that’s it, go ahead Son.” Roger who was no longer fucking me, started whipping my ass again, I screamed out, Charles laughed and said, “Fuck, nothing better than to bring you back to your sense than a good whipping, don’t stop Son, that’s it, he’s squirming good now, time to go for another round.” With that Charles started throat fucking me again and filling my throat with his dick. This time though, I didn’t fight, I just relaxed, focused on trying to breathe, and embraced it, trying to think how fucking hot it was that he was raping my throat and raping the gag reflex right out of me. Roger continued to whip me and I could not help moaning and whining. I now wanted it, wanted them both. Maybe it was because I was still light headed, but I did not want them to stop. Charles was not rough fucking my throat now, he was pushing in nice and slow, resting a bit, and slowly pulling out as his hands massaged my throat, easing the path for his dick. I found my rhythm in breathing and did not panic each time he closed my throat off and tried to flex the muscles in my neck in time to his big gloved hands. Charles then pulled his dick out, I sucked in a few gulps of air and asked, “Please Sir, please, PLEASE, PLEASE!!!!” My begging was rewarded with Charles’ wet, gonno covered dick sliding back into my mouth. As he got it in my throat Charles asked, “You want it deep? Want me to choke you on my dick again? That what you want boy?” I could not speak, only gurgle, moan, and nod my head a little yes. Inside I was screaming for him to choke me on his dick again, I had never felt anything like that in my life. Charles understood. HE UNDERSTOOD I HAD JUST GIVEN MYSELF WILLINGLY TO HIM TO FUCK HOW HE WANTED AND HE REWARDED ME BY SHOVING HIS DICK AS FAR DOWN MY THROAT AS HE COULD, ENSURING HE WAS IN TO THE ROOT AS HE HELD BOTH SIDES OF MY HEAD IN HIS LEATHERED, GLOVED HANDS, AND ONCE AGAIN HE CHOKED ME OUT ON HIS FAT, THICK, AIDS HORSE DICK. This time when I came around Roger was kissing me, tonguing my mouth, and when I started to moan he pulled off and Charles said, “Very good boy, that was more than I expected from you today, so I am pleased to say the least. Your throat is going to hurt like hell for a while. It will hurt to swallow and hurt to breathe, and every time you do you will remember how I felt inside you won’t you? Wishing I was choking you again, won’t you?” I shook my head yes as Charles continued. “My Son here is now anxious to see what you can do, so you need to please him like you pleased me.” Roger slid his dick in my mouth and I did not resist. I welcomed it, wanted it, and wanted him to fuck my throat like Charles had, and he did. I could hear Charles coaching him, guiding him, and Roger went from fucking hard and fast and slamming my throat, to slowing down and pausing when he was in deep. I was pretty sure now that his dick was thicker than Charles’ as it seemed he stretched my mouth and throat even more. He slowed his fucking, holding his dick deep in my throat as I relaxed, letting him choke me on his infected meat. Unlike Charles though, he did not choke me out, but pulled back out and too soon my throat and mouth were empty. I was breathing hard and tried to speak, to ask for more, but couldn’t. My throat hurt so bad, and clenched when I tried. Roger opened the stock, helped me back up off the mats and stood me up. I was dizzy, my legs were really cramping, but I was clearly horny and enjoyed it as my dick was hard as a rock. “Here, drink a little of this water, then I got a big shot of JD for you,” Charles said. It hurt when I swallowed the water, and I winced. I then drank the JD and that hurt too, and burned and stung as it went down. Roger then led me to the platform bed and with every step I felt wetness run out my ass. Roger turned me around, he sat on the bed, and guided me down onto his dick. I gasped as his big cock filled my torn ass up. Charles grabbed my head and said, “Son has learned well today, so as his reward, he gets to use you now as he wishes. You will obey him just as you obeyed me.” I shook my head yes as Roger wrapped his arms around my chest, pulled me tight towards him, and started pumping my ass. Roger then pulled me backwards as he lay back onto the bed, with me on my back on his chest. He placed his feet up on the bed and then continued fucking my ass, nice, steady, and deep – gaping my hole open. After a while Roger rolled me to the right and onto my side, and before he continued held the poppers under my nose. “Here, take a hit, you got my dick all revved to go.” I hit the poppers and Roger then lifted my left leg so he could mount my hole the way he wanted. I don’t think he liked that position as he quickly yanked his dick out and said, “I need to smoke.” He got up and I lay there, my ass burning and aching, my throat crushed, but wanting nothing more than to have both ends full of dick again. Roger sat on the bed, so I scooted up beside him and reached out to try to touch his dick, groping to find it in my darkness, but as I did he slapped me hard, “I DIDN’T FUCKING TELL YOU TO TOUCH ME.” Roger got off the bed, so trying to think what I could do to appease him, I offered my ass. I scooted around onto my hands and knees, edged back to the end of the bed so my ass was up and pushed out, put my face down on the bed, and reach around with both hands and pulled my cheeks apart. My hole was open, waiting, begging for him. I felt him as he stepped between my legs, “Fuck, that hole is nasty and torn up and you still want more? You are a slut now aren’t you. Yeah I think Sir has broken you, and I helped. We broke, you.” I pulled my cheeks apart as far as I could, silently begging him to rape me again, fill me up, breed me with AIDs cum. I was not disappointed. Roger dropped onto me, slamming balls deep with all his weight. I grunted and moaned, but did not scream or cry as he fucked me for a good long while. Roger pulled out, lay on the bed with his feet on the floor and told me to sit on his dick again. This time he told me to face him, and as I lifted my ass over his dick to sit on it he slammed up and thrust in and I pushed back to meet him. “Take your hands and grab my balls, and squeeze those fuckers,” Roger said. As I reached around behind me and found his bull balls, I began squeezing them, one in each hand. Each time I pressed tight Roger moaned, bucked, and fucked me harder. I was now riding his dick and squeezing his balls hard. “FUCK…FUCK…YEAH THAT’S IT, SQUEEZE EM, SQUEEZE EM…..FUCK FUCK FUCK!!” ROGER UNLOADED UP MY ASS AND AS HE DID I SQUEEZED HIS NUTTS EVEN TIGHTER, MAKING HIM REACH AROUND TO TRY TO UNDO MY GRIP. I laughed a little on the inside, knowing I hurt him, even a bit. He then pulled me down onto his chest and started kissing me. His dick stiff and rock hard plugging my ass as his tongue worked my mouth. We kissed for a long time and my lips ended up raw and scratched up from his beard, yes I enjoyed it all - taking his spit and feeling his big dick still inside me. I guess Charles came back because Roger pushed me off to the side and pulled his dick out and I heard muffled voices. I stayed where I was, feeling the wetness in my ass and the taste of Roger in my mouth. He came back, pulled me off the bed and Charles said, “Kneel. WHAT do you want?” I guess they did not want an answer as he immediately said, “WHO DO YOU WANT? WHO DO YOU SERVE?” I was then slapped, really hard. “WHO DO YOU SERVE?” Slap. “You Sir, I serve you,” I said. SLAP. “Umm, I serve you and Roger, I serve you both Masters,” I tried. SLAP. Then I screamed, “DR MIKE!!! I SERVE DR MIKE!!!!” Charles and Roger both laughed – “Yes, yes you do, yes you do”, Charles said. Roger grabbed my arms, lifted me up and guided me back towards to the sling. I was handed a big glass of JD and told to slam it. This time Roger had me step up on the platform backwards and guided my ass so I sat on the edge of the sling. It swayed a little, but he held it as he pushed me so I ended up lying on my back. He lifted my arms, cuffed each one to the chains, then slipped my feet through some manacles hanging from the chains, raised my legs, and locked my ankles into the manacles. My legs were spread open and up, and my asshole was vulnerable once again to any assault. “Leave us Son,” Charles said. Charles then started rubbing his gloved hands up and down my legs, over my ass cheeks, rammed a couple fingers into my bruised hole a few times, then ran his hands up the side of my body, making me quiver, as he came up by my head. His big hands grabbed my head and he started unzipping the hood. As he took it off my eyes fought to adjust to what little light there was in the room, and Charles laughed as he also uncuffed my hands. I was confused and thought maybe I had done something wrong and. Charles put the hood on a shelf and walked back towards the other end of the sling. I reached down with my hands and pulled my cheeks apart so my hole was gaping, open, asking him to fill it like I had done for Roger. CHARLES SAW WHAT I WAS DOING, AND HE GAVE ME A BIG, WICKED SMILE. “YOU SURE?” CHARLES ASKED. “YOU ARE WILLING TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF TO ME NOW?” “Yes please,” I begged, “Please rape me again, use me, sacrifice me, ANYTHING YOU WANT.” Charles’ face got very stern, and he said, “Oh I will. I am going to make your hole bleed so good for me and I sent my Son away as this time is just between you and me. I told you I had much more to infect you with, and today I have given you another gift, Hepatitis.” HEPATITIS? He gave me HEP? He must be joking – yeah, that’s what I convinced myself. That was just a joke, a mind game, a Master talking shit and smack. Yet, fear flashed across my face, which was then replaced with desire as I realized I wanted more of him, no matter what, no limits, and Charles knew it. “You will now give yourself totally to me, let go, sacrifice yourself. The HEP B is my own secret gift to you and through you to my Son – he does not know, but you will give it to him – I will make sure of that. Remember that toothbrush I used to make your mouth bloody? It was covered in my own blood and every bit of juice from my dick has infected you as well. HEP B is more infectious than the AIDs bug, and I have filled your bloody ass with a ton of it, but just for good measure I want you to lick my finger – suck that infected blood out – let me rub it around your bloody gums.” Charles came back to my head, showed me his now naked right hand as he held out a finger and with his now gloveless left hand, took a big needle and pricked his finger hard several times. The blood welled up from the small wounds and he shoved it in my mouth, telling me to suck on it. I did, tasting the metallic tinge of his blood and sucking his finger to keep the blood flowing. He then rubbed it around my gums and mouth for good measure. His finger left my mouth and I knew he was ready as his horse dick was standing at full attention, with the gonorrhea drip and precum making the head and PA ring shiny and glisten. Charles went back down by my ass, and I reached around again to try to open my hole for him. Charles was brutal as he raped me, hanging onto the chains for leverage, making them rattle with his hunger and desire. Slamming balls deep, tearing my insides over and over and my ass got bloodier, wetter, and opened for him. I TOTALLY LET GO, EMOTIONALLY, MENTALLY, PHYSICALLY, I HAD NOTHING LEFT TO FIGHT WITH AND SACRIFICED MYSELF TO HIM AND IT WAS THE MOST AMAZING SEX EVER. I begged him, as loud as I could, to fuck me harder and Charles gave it to me. No holding back. He started to pull completely out and slammed back in. A few times the head did not line up quite right, but the force of his body made sure my hole could not resist as his dick bent a little then popped through. Over and over. I had never been so used, so owned, so filled, so abused, so taken, so needed, so wanted, so FUCKED! “Put your hands on my arms,” Charles said as he leaned forward, his big chest looming over me, his eyes evil and intense, as his hands wrapped around my throat. “I want you to feel the power, the control, feel my muscles as I take you to the edge. I want to see it in your eyes, see that you know I own you now and if you truly have sacrificed yourself.” I placed my hands around his huge arms and felt the muscles flex as he tightened the grip on my throat and started fucking again. I stared into his eyes and saw his hunger, his need, his desire to hurt me and use me, and I wanted it. I begged, pleaded, mumbled, and asked for it harder, deeper, rougher. CHARLES PICKED UP THE PACE OF HIS FUCKING AND AS HIS AIDS AND HEP FILLED DICK TORE MY GUTS, HIS FINGERS CLOSED AROUND MY THROAT, TIGHTER AND TIGHTER. I COULD FEEL EVERY TENDON AND MUSCLE IN HIS ARMS FLEX AS HE SQUEEZED AND I LOVED IT! WHEN MY EYES STARTED TO FLUTTER AND I WAS ON THE EDGE, CHARLES LIGHTLY RELAXED HIS GRIP AND HIS FUCKING SLOWED IN TIME. He repeated this over and over, taking us both to the edge, then slowing and pulling back. Each time his grip got a little tighter around my throat and relaxed less and less, so that by now I felt I was constantly right on the edge of losing consciousness, but just aware enough to know what he was doing. Charles was a true Leather Lord and Master who knew what he was doing. I KNEW CHARLES WAS CLOSE TO CUMMING AS HIS PACE SUDDENLY PICKED UP AGAIN AND HE STARTED SWEARING, SCREAMING IN ECSTASY AS HIS ORGASM BUILT, SPLIT FLYING FROM HIS OPEN MOUTH LIKE A RABID ANIMAL, AND JUST WHEN I KNEW HE WAS GETTING TO THE POINT OF NO RETURN HIS HANDS CLAMPED LIKE A VICE AROUND MY THROAT AND I PASSED OUT WITH HIS EVIL EYES BEING THE LAST THING I SAW. Dr Mike Returns I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came around I realized the leather hood was back on my head and that I was laying face down on the platform bed. I shifted my arms and legs a little, felt a puddle of wetness under me as my ass leaked, and took a few deep breaths. I felt movement as someone got onto the bed and a hand began running over my shredded ass. I felt the meat of a dick against my leg as he moved up over my body, and several fingers drove into my ass and started digging and clawing at my insides. I gasped a little, not from the fingers going in, or the pain from the nails digging at me, but because I knew that touch – DR MIKE!! Could it be? My heart beat faster and while my head was still fuzzy I was sure it was him. The fingers were pulled out of my ass and moved over and around my biohazard tatt on my lower back, coating it in ass juice, blood, and cum. His body then lay on top of mine and his steel hard dick popped into my open hole. His hands closed around my throat as a menacing voice whispered in my ear, “I am here now, I am here.” IT WAS DR MIKE!!! I tried clenching my ass, making it tighter for him, and even though he was smaller than Charles and Roger, Dr Mike’s dick felt fucking amazing! Dr Mike grunted in appreciation and fucked me harder, “Your ass is mine, you are my AIDs whore, and have done well. Charles has served me well with what he did to you, and I am pleased with you both. You have earned every toxic drop you have received, and there is more to come,” Dr Mike whispered in my ear as his dick worked my ass, shifting side-to-side, angling in, then up, and straight down as he hit every wall. His pace quickened far too soon, “You fucking AIDS WHORE!! THAT HOLE IS MINE!!! YOU ARE MINE!!! MINE!!!!!!!!!” as he shot his toxic cum inside me. When Dr Mike pulled out and got off, I started to rollover as I wanted to see him, but his voice was loud, menacing, “Kneel. Do not move.” I kneeled on the bed and waited, and waited, and waited. After a while I felt leather gloved hands guide me to the edge of the bed and helped me stand. The hood was unzipped and there was Roger, smiling ear-to-ear, with Charles standing a few feet away. Roger looked at Charles, who nodded, and as Roger got behind me and spread my cheeks and started lapping at Dr Mike’s cum dripping out of my bloody hole, Charles came forward and held out his hand. Charles handed me a stack of Polaroid photos and smiled. They were of me. Shots of my ass cheeks welted, cut, and bloody from the whipping, of my hole bruised, bloody and with cum dripping out, of me in the stock with Charles’ dick shoved down my throat, and more. “Dr Mike wanted to know that I did as he asked me not to hold back, and he quite enjoyed these, and it showed him how well you did. If he had not been pleased you would not have seen him today. That was his wish, to see you only if you had totally surrendered to me and if you are worthy of his mark and tatt, which you did and you are. Dr Mike likes nothing more than cumming in a hole that has been brutally raped and torn, so we will have to do this again,” Charles said with a lecherous smile. “Look at yourself well in the mirror when you get home and see how I have marked you. My fingers will show their mark on your bruised neck for several days, and your ass will be black and blue for quite a while as well.” Roger finished eating out my ass and licking me clean and stood up, and came around to share with me a mouth full of my own ass droppings. He then went upstairs to get my clothes, and Charles grabbed my head between his hands and kissed me hard, tasting what Roger had just fed me. He pulled his mouth away, shoved a few fingers up my ass, leaned in and whispered, “I will make sure your hole never heals. Dr Mike has said I will be allowed to rape you again, and I like that – maybe too much – because it is rare that I find an AIDs hole that pleases me so well and that hole needs to be kept raw and bloody and torn up. Next time, I will leave your whole body bruised.” Roger came back downstairs with my clothes, I got dressed, and he then drove me home. When we got near my place Roger parked the truck and said, “Sir Charles said I could breed you again if I felt like it and I do as my nuts are full of cum again. He’s not here to protect you this time, and I am going to make you scream when I rape you with my horse dick – consider it a gift and payback for earlier.” I laughed a little, and said, “Yes Sir, and please promise to lick my hole clean when you are done, BECAUSE I HAVE A GIFT FOR YOU TOO.”

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

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

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

“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…

I am with you "bberik" I will have to get there soon as I have heard real good reports on it ! Most of me other fantasys n there are a lot of them have allready been fullfilled

Part 4 When I woke up the next morning, Mitch was gone. I just laid there for a while trying to wrap my mind around the last couple of days, the total unrealness of the situation. It almost seemed like a dream, but my fingers that had crept down to my asshole and felt the wetness down there confirmed that indeed it was real. I was having sex with the star quarterback. I brought my moist fingers up to my mouth and tasted the remnants of last nights fuck session. My hard dick begged me to jerk it to relief, but I wanted to save it for my idol. I reluctantly got up and went to class, doing my best to concentrate on the lecture and not my burning lust. Of course I was not successful. The day dragged on endlessly. By the afternoon I found myself sitting by the practice field watching my man, number 12 working out in the hot, fall sun. I know he saw me, and teased me by grabbing his crotch a few times. I just sat mesmerized. After dinner I headed to the library and got in a couple good hours of studying when suddenly I felt two big, strong hands on my shoulders. "Pack up and follow me." He whispered in my ear. "I got a surprise you'll like." I shoved my books in my pack as fast as I could and followed Mitch out of the library into the night. We walked across campus in silence toward the fieldhouse. It was dark and empty. Mitch pulled out a key and we entered through a side door and walked down some dark hallways to the lockerroom. "Being a star has it's advantages." said Mitch as he hit the light switch. My mind reeled as I realised I was in the room of a million fantasies. I breathed deep as I inhaled that unmistakable aroma of sweat, testosterone, and gym gear. It was like a drug. Better than poppers as my dick instantly started to swell. "We've got the place to ourselves buddy." Mitch smiled. "I thought this might be up your alley." How right he was. Without shame I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his crotch as I said, "You're a fucking genius!" His cock started to get hard as I mouthed it through his shorts. He wasn't wearing a jock or underwear, and the thin fabric was the only thing separating me from the thing I worshiped. Mitch just pulled me up and pulled my shirt over my head, then unzipped my pants, pushing them down. I stepped out of them as he removed his minimal clothing, standing nude and hard, surrounded by lockers and benches. "Let me Look at you for a minute." I said breathlessly, barely able to believe what I was looking at. I wanted to burn that image forever in my mind. "You like what you see?" he teased, as he flexed and posed his muscular body for me. Michelangelo's David had NOTHING on the perfection displayed before my eyes. "Come here." he said, grabbing my arm, pulling me out of my trance. He guided me over to a locker and opened the door. "This is my locker." I almost passed out from the heavenly, musky scent that wafted out toward me. There, before me was his practice gear. His pads, his cleats, his jock. He just moved behind me as I savoured the glory before me. I could hear him spit, then felt his cock at my asshole. He slowly pushed his cock into me as he pushed my head into his locker. I breathed deeper and deeper his smells as he buried himself deep in me. "Oh yea faggot, smell that man smell." he ordered me. "You like that, don't you bitch? You been dreaming of this." I just moaned in agreement as my senses were assaulted as never before. He started to fuck my ass as he reached in and grabbed his jockstrap, covering my nose with it. "Breath in faggot. That's the jock I was wearing today while you watched me at practice. Did you think you'd be smelling my dirty jock while I fucked your pussy?" I shook my head no as I moaned louder, my own rock hard dick throbbing. Mitch just pushed the jockstrap into my mouth, forcing me to taste his ballsweat. I whimpered as he increased his fucking. "That's right faggot. Eat my sweat and piss stained jock. You're a filthy little fag. You fucking love it!" He was right of course. I just sucked his sweat and rode his cock. Then he grabbed one of his cleats and placed it over my nose. I went crazy as I inhaled his musty foot smell, squeezing his cock with my ass as his foot stench filled my brain. "Oh fuck you dirty bitch," he grunted. "Here I cum faggot! Smell my feet as I breed your cunt!" The neurons exploded in my brain as he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped his load far into my guts. He shook and spasmed as his orgasm rocked us both. He pulled out of me, and I could feel some of his cum running down my leg. He removed his cleat from my nose and pulled his jock out of my mouth. Sitting on the bench, he spread his legs. "Clean my cock off!" He ordered. I dove on it, savouring the flavours of his cum and my ass. I went crazy on his dick, imagining I was sucking him before the entire team, showing them I was his bitch. But after a minute he pulled me off. "I want you to fuck me Cole." he said looking into my eyes. "Fuck me here on this bench." "Of course Mitch," I said. "But I want you to do something for me. Would you please wear some of your gear? Please?" I begged. He grinned at me, "of course faggot. I knew you'd ask." I sat there as I watched my dream man put on his shoulder pads and cleats. "Anything else?" "Your jockstrap, please." "I like it when you beg," he said as he stepped into the straps and pulled them up. "How's that?" My heart beat faster as I looked at my god, looking even more like every fantasy I've ever had of him. "My God your perfect." I said. "Lay on the bench." He laid down on his back and hooked his arms behind his knees, spreading his hairy asscheeks apart, showing me his pink hole. "Do it man! Fuck the quarterback dude! Show me what you got!" I lost all control and spit a couple times on his hole, then rammed myself in him in one thrust. "FUUUUUUCK DUUUUUDE!" He yelled. "Fuck yea! That's it! Come on Cole! Don't be a pussy. Fuck me man!" I went apeshit on him, pounding his ass as hard and as deep as I could. Mitch just moaned and egged me on harder and harder. "That all you got man? Come on.....GIVE IT TO ME!" I jackhammered his ass as hard as I could. Finally I couldn't hold back and flooded his innards with a huge load. "Oh fuck yea Mitch! Take my load motherfucker!" I bellowed as I pumped what felt like was my very soul into his gripping and sucking ass. I collapsed on him, breathing hard, the last of my cum draining into him when we heard a slow clapping coming from the corner. "Well, well, well. Look what I've found...."

I received a call from the first one we breed and he is now POZ. It took 5 week for seed to do it’s work.

Part 3 I laid on the cabin floor in a pool of piss. I curled up in the fetal position, full of shame at what had just happened. Shame at having been raped by another man. But mostly shame because I had to admit I liked it. My cunt, as Mr. Jackson had called it, burned and throbbed, yet felt strangely empty. I found myself wishing there was still something up there. Gingerly, I reached back and felt how wet it was. I put a finger up in me, enjoying the feeling. ZAP!!! My body jerked and twitched as a powerful jolt shot through me. "I didn't tell you to touch yourself boy!" Mr. Jackson yelled at me. "Keep your hands away from your hole! And lick up that piss!" I layed there not sure if he was serious When, ZAP! Another jolt told me he was. I got on my hands and knees and started to lap up the now cold piss, doing my best to avoid another jolt. I licked and sucked the wooden floor until I had cleaned up all I could. Mr. Jackson smiled down at me. "That's a good slut, training you is going to be a cinch. Just think what your parents would say if they could see their son licking up piss from the dirty floor." My cheeks flushed with shame as I finished this humiliating task. When I had finished, Mr. Jackson told me to kneel in the corner until further instructions. I did as told and remained there on my knees for almost an hour, the pain increasing, but somehow also arousing me. My cunt continued to ache, still wanting more in it. Eventually I heard a vehicle pull up outside, and Mr. Jackson opened the door. I knew enough not to dare turn and look, but I could hear three new voices. My heart started racing from embarrassment at these strangers seeing me like this. Mr. Jackson just grabbed my collar and dragged me to the middle of the room. "Here he is boy's! Our fresh little Jesus bitch, ready to become the whore he should be!" The men, all black, laughed as they looked down on my pathetic being. "How much did you give him?" one guy asked. "Just .3 to start. I've got a .5 ready to go." "We'll no use in waiting!" Another guy said as he knelt behind me, wrapping his arm around my neck, holding me tight. Mr. Jackson grabbed my arm and tied it off again. "Please no," I whimpered. "Shut up boy!" Mr. Jackson ordered while the other man silenced me with his hand over my mouth. "I told you I own you now! I am your Master, your pimp, your new god. You will do as I want!" With that he stuck the needle in my arm and pushed the plunger, releasing the band. My body went rigid as I coughed and coughed and the devil's fire rocked through my soul. I hadn't even noticed the men had stripped, all I knew was the guy behind me grabbed my ankles, forcing them behind my head. Another guy spit on his cock and placed the tip at my opening. Without a warning he slammed his big cock all the way up my burning cunt in one hard thrust. I screamed as he buried himself as deep as he could. Fresh tears streamed down my face as he plowed in and out of my hole, pounding me as hard as he could. "Fuck yea!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "Bust that cunt up! Fuck that Jesus boy hard! Make him pay for his sins!" I just continued to cry as the assault on my ass continued. "We'll make a good whore out of him!" The man fucked me in that position for 15 minutes before he bellowed and filled my guts with the second load of my life, burying his cock as deep as he could. Pulling out, he flipped me over onto my belly as the next guy slammed his cock deep in me. My mouth opened as I gasped and the first guy grabbed my hair and shoved his dirty cock in my mouth to clean off. The rest of the evening was a blur. I was brutally fucked over and over by the 4 men. At some point I started to enjoy it and was begging for a cock in me whenever one pulled out. Mr. Jackson just laughed at me. "See, I told you that you were a whore!" "Yes Sir." I answered as another load of cum was pumped deep in me.

Damn wish I could get pozzed at a testing center.

CHAPTER 13 Mark (Cody’s Dad): I can’t believe how incredibly intense it felt breeding Jake’s tight ass. Jake is probably hiv-positive now; my mind is reeling. I don’t know exactly how long Sam was in the other room, but when he returns Sergei and I are getting more familiar. We’re both still rock hard, stroking each other, and making out. I can feel hands behind me and Sam’s familiar cock snaking in and out of the crack of my ass. I turn around to make out with Sam and I feel Sergei rub that fat, poz cock against me; I press back to let him know my need. This goes on for several minutes, back and forth, when I finally feel Sergei’s hands moving me, guiding me really, to the edge of Sam’s bed. “Looks like somebody is hungry for poz cock”, I can hear Sam, and then I feel it. Sergei drops what must be a big mouth full of spit right to where his cock is rubbing against my hole; he forces his cock head into me. Fuck it hurts. Sergei is pushing in slowly, but its burning, Sam and I always use a bit of lube. My groans of pain don’t seem to register and I feel him pushing in further, he mumbles something unintelligible, and then I feel him it --- ALL OF HIM – Sergei bottoms out. His nutsac, firmly pressed close against my ass, “Yeah baby… yeah… ahhhhh… now you have all”, he says. “Fuck yeah… fuck yeah… ahhh.. ahhh.. fuck… breed me”, it hurts but I know I want him to breed me. Sergei starts using my ass, slow at first, but he quickly gets into fucking me. He’s moaning a lot and I can tell he probably won’t last long. “Yeah fuck him… breed that ass”, “ahhhh.. ahhh… fuck… ohhhhhh… fuck.. yeah… fuck me”. It feels like Jake just left, yet the room is full with the sounds of men breeding again; I know I’m about to get a big load poz cum in my ass. Sex with Cod flashes into my mind. I really miss him… “That boy is getting his ass raped!”, I think. “Ahhhh… ahhh…. So tight… you want this? You want poz cum boy?” Its clear to me Sergei knows I’m not a boy but he’s far too into breeding my ass to think; he means to use me as his cum dump. “Give it to me… fuck… fuck… fuck me … yeah… fucking breeding me”, “Ahhhh… ahhhhhhhh… FUCK… FUCK… ohhhh… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”, and then I feel his warmth -- Sergei is dumping his cum inside me. He stops moving for a moment, then starts fucking me again, pushing his poz seed in deeper. I wonder how many guys he’s knocked up? “Fuck YES!”, I hear Sam, “Breed that hole!”. As many times as Sam and I have fucked its hot to know he gets into seeing me take another man’s poz cum. Sergei pulls out and Sam quickly takes his place, “I got a load for you, too”. Sam is sweaty and worked up and before either of us realize it he’s adding his poz sperm to that which Sergei just gave me; we’re all nearly completely out of breathe. Sam and Sergei are lying back on the bed, hot, sweaty – my cock still rock hard. The room smells like sex and arm pits.. I love it, but I’ve got a boy at home with an empty ass that needs his Dad’s, hopefully, poz dick. “I’m going to poz Cod”, I think, I fully intend to convert him if I’m actually hiv-positive. He and I haven’t fucked since I had fuck flu, “I need to get tested again. I need to breed Cod’s ass and he needs to get tested.”, so many thoughts in my head. “Ok guys.. love this, but gotta boy at home to breed”, as I stand up to dress, “Fuck yeah you do”, I hear Sam. Sergei grins, “That was hot”. I get outside and decide to send a few texts before driving. I send Jake a text to see how upfront he will be about the kind of sex pig obviously is, “Hey its Mark.. staying out of trouble?”, then one to Chris from the testing center, “Hey man.. what’s up, we should get together sometime. Think I need to get tested again, too.”, and then one last one to my boy Cod, “omw home, love you”. I start the car and begin to leave when the phone buzzes, its Jake, “Always” – liar, “We need to hookup”, my only reply. No immediate reply from Chris or Cod, but that’s fine I’ll be home soon enough and Cod is really getting it. Cody: I hear a car pull up again and take a quick peek. It looks like Adam again and there’s someone else with him. I hear the alarm jingle and the sounds of undressing in the living room. I quickly put the blindfold on and get on my knees in front of my bed. Adam and I had been fucking a lot lately and I want to spice it up a bit with the blindfold, but an anon experience with others is even hotter than what I had imagined. I hear footsteps then I feel hands on my shoulders and chest, “Stand up boy”, its Adam’s voice; I can hear other noises but I’m not sure what’s happening exactly. “Open your mouth and say ahhh … “, I hear another voice say, “Don’t close your mouth until I say so Cody”. This is weird, what are they doing, then I feel something cottony being swabbed along my gums several times, then its gone. “You can close”, comes the other voice, “Chris here works at one of the testing centers.”, “Cool”, is all I can manage. It seems a little strange, “Testing for… “, I start, “HIV”, comes Chris’ voice, “We test for other stuff too, but this test is just for HIV”. “Ohh… ok.. cool. I’m neg.”, “You sure? Guess we’ll find out.”, I hear Adam again, “You’ve been naughty, taking so much of my poz cock and cum bareback lately”. I swallowed. Adam is right, with Dad not in the mood and then sick, Adam has been my regular fuck and I love his cock. I gulp, “What doe sit say?”, “It takes a few minutes.. relax”. Before I can dwell on it, I feel a hand pushing me down, “Get on your knees”, Adam says softly, and I kneel, there’s a hand on my head, “Open”. I feel a cock on my lips, instinct takes over and I start to suck – I immediately forget about our little discussion. “Ahhh…. Ahhh yeah… ohhh that’s good”, I hear Chris and realize I’m not sucking Adam. “Yeah Cody.. oh yeah,… suck me,… you never said he’s so good”, his cock completely fills my mouth and I feel both his hands on the back of my head pulling me in closer. The large mushroom head of his cock sliding effortlessly down my throat and I suck all of him in. Instantly his hips begin to gyrate, and his cock is moving in and out of my mouth. “Ohhh.. yeah he’s definitely good”, “Told you”, I feel more hands on my head and shoulders as I suck. “Ohhhhh… yeah… ohhhh yeah.. you like precum Cody?”, I hear Chris again, I just keep sucking. Chris is groaning more now and I feel like he’s going to blow his load, then I feel it, his cock spasms a little and I can taste him. “Don’t worry Cody that’s just me giving you a big taste of precum … my spunk is going in that hot ass of yours.”, “Fuck yeah he’s getting a poz load and a neg load today”, I can’t really speak but as I keep sucking, I think, “I guess they know I’m good with it”. After what seems like only a few minutes I hear an alarm clock sound, quickly turned off, followed by Chris removing his cock from my mouth; then hands on my head and my mouth full again, “This must be Adam’s cock”. My jaw is aching a bit but I keep sucking, I want him horny and feeling good when he fucks me. I can hear Chris doing something but no idea what then Adam removes his cock, “Stand up”, when I do he removes the blindfold. I can finally see Chris, he’s really cute, light brown hair and a nice go-tee, “Chris and I have been friends for years now”. Adam and Chris both smile at me we all start to make out. Adam breaks our kiss, “Time to breed you”, “Fuck yeah” and I climb on the bed, “Get on your back”, I hear Adam again and I move. Adam lubes my hole and then he’s pressing into me, “Fuck yeah… been needing this hole.”, Adam bottoms out inside of me and he holds perfectly still. “I”ve been needing that bare cock so bad Adam”, I see Chris smile, “Oh yeah… what do you need so bad Cody?”, “Your Cock. Cum. Fuck me”. I hear a “Fuck yeah.. Give it to him”, from Chris. “Fuck yeah… we’re gonna breed that hole Cody. Chris is still neg and I’m still poz. Tell me you want it Cody. Do you want poz cock?”. What did he mean still? I can feel Adam’s cock throb inside me, “Ohhhh.. ohhh… fuck.. fuck yeah… fuck me Adam”, “Do you want poz cock?”, I hear Adam again, this time more demanding. “Yes.. yes.. fuck yes..”, “Say it then”, “I want YOUR poz cock Adam, please … please fuck me”, “And?”, “And…? And dump your poz cum inside me.”, “Fuck yeah!” is all he says and I feel him start to fuck me. Chris is watching Adam fuck me, jacking off, he moves closer. “Mmmmm.. yeah… ahhh… move back a bit Adam”. I feel Adam’s cock leave my ass; he’s just touching my hole with the tip of his cock, “What is he doing?”, I think. Chris groans and I see a large squirt of clear liquid leave his cock and feel it in the crack of my ass, then Adam presses back into me, “Fuck yeah”, is all Adam says as he fucks Chris’ precum into me. “Breed him… fuck that hole”, I hear Chris, “ahhh yeah…. Ahhhh… ahhhh.. yeah breed me Adam, fuck me full of poz cum.”, “FUCK YES!”, I hear Chris again. That really turns Adam on and he starts banging my ass harder; I have no idea where my begging came from but Adam’s cock feels so good inside me I don’t care. “Yeah… yeah.. so close… fuck… fuck… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. “, I recognize the sounds when Adam is about to cum. Then, “FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK… ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk”, and I know Adam is dumping yet another load of his cum in my ass. Adam catches his breathe, pulls out, and I feel Chris immediately take his place. Their cocks are almost the same size and it immediately feels good as Chris rides my ass, “ohhhh fuck… ohhh… fuck… so close”. I think, “He can’t really be that close”, “CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING… fuckkkkkkkkkk” and in the space of less than 2 minutes I’m taking a second load of cum. “Holy fuck”, I hear Adam. Chris is breathing heavy, “fuck.. fuck… sorry… ohhhh damn… “, I hear Adam laugh, “Fuck that’s so hot”, “Sorry I didn’t last longer, but I was so wound up watching you take Adam’s cum, I was right there”, between breathes, “Its cool”. We lay like that for a minute, then Adam gets up. I can see Adam write something down, fold the paper over and hand it to me, “You can read this after we’re gone.. its your test results, I want you to think about it before the next time I fuck you.”, I nod, “Hope we can do it again soon”, I hear Chris. I nod again and we all kiss… “love to”. Adam and Chris leave and I hear them putting on their clothes in the other room. “What’s this paper? What’s to think about?”, I wonder. I’m about to unfold it but decide to wait until they’re out the door like Adam said. I’m absent mindedly feeling my hole – its so wet back there. The door alarm jingles and I snap out of it, “paper”, and I unfold it. The word “negative” is written out. “So I’m negative? Negative for HIV.“, I think. I reach my finger back against my hole again, its so amazingly wet, “I’m hiv-negative”, I think, and my ass is full of Adam’s hiv-positive cum. My cock is hard. The phone buzzes, its Dad, “omw home, love you”. I’m going to rape that man.

His day to day life was pretty normal. At least everyone thought. He had a man who he shared his life with for a few years now and they were a happy couple talking about marriage and maybe even a family. Their friends and family always said that they were the model couple for both str8 and gay people. He had a very bad habit of fucking around on the side. There was some sort of need built into his genes that made him want to coax a married str8 guy to take his raw cock. The thrill of seducing an otherwise faithful guy into a steamy sex scene with no protection was a thrill he could barely contain his bone while thinking of it. He loved to deep seed those guys too. He prided himself on being just that sort of gay man who could interests guys regardless of their preferred sexual orientation. It wasn't just those stupid str8 guys that made him bone up. He loved to meet with the twinks with the new relationships. The ones who thought they met the boy of their dreams. Some sort of Disney princess fantasy boy who could never cheat on his usually twink boyfriend. Those boys made him growl with lust. Those twink boys who still used condoms with their new boyfriends and never actually felt a raw cock or cum in their tender cunts. Those were a true delicacy for his lusty appetite. His escapades never went home with him and home life continued to be the perfect picture it always was. One night after notching another "married" guy on his belt he ran into a dude who knew what his fetish was. The dude was something like a porn star with a perfect muscled body and a bit more ink than most guys have. His confidence and shared interest in cheating was a big thrill for our hero to learn about. What he didn't expect to find out from this dude was that he would be bottoming for him on a regular basis for the next few weeks. It was an experience that was new for him. It wasn't like he hadn't bottomed before but he rarely bottomed lately and almost never raw. The dude fucked him that first time and his cock was so fucking huge and perfectly shaped. This guy knew exactly how to move and pound that meat into a raw cunt to make it sing. He found himself craving another fucking from his newly found top. After a few months of daily fucks after work, his boyfriend began to notice that his cunt was a bit more stretched out than usual. He asked about it but it was not discussed or even acknowledged. It was easy for him to divert his boyfriend from his cheating ways by hammering the boy's cunt for an hour or so just to be sure that he was too worn out to question anything any further. He realized that he had become the guy he used to prey on.. He was seduced into being a cheater for his porn star dude. He was hungry for the cum that this man was saving for him each day. He was feeling a little bit ashamed of himself for being the faggot that he turned others into but it felt good being treated this way by his stud. After 4 months, the stud never showed again. Our hero was now empty and a little hungry for a good fucking. After being seen in dark rooms and bookstores, a lot of other guys knew that he took raw cock pretty well. So he sampled the cock around for a few days just to find that right feeling. He finally gave up and went home. He figured he'd take a few weeks to get himself together and then get out there and find a new crop of men to disrupt. His boyfriend was at home with a piece of mail from the doctor. He was poz. He was sad and told our hero that he was probably infected from an afternoon indiscretion he had a few months ago with a stranger. He was so ashamed of himself and told our hero that he would be so guilty if he pozzed him. Of course our hero was more than thrilled to find out that he was poz. Not so much because of his ability to lay a lot of guilt on his boyfriend's affair. but imagining all of those str8 men going home to their wives and girlfriends... maybe those guys who fucked their own kids in private and all of that mess that would be revealed because he stealthed them totally by accident. He had a huge dripping boner thinking about his poz daddy stud man while they finished the bio-hazard ink on top of his shaved cock. He never bothered to ask or even think about why the stud had it and now he wanted to be just like him. He wondered how he could fuck his own younger brother......

Room 212 … We took the deluxe room… Double bed… a sling and mirrors everywhere… We undressed, put our bags away, he took his small lap top and hooked in a bareback hooking up site… “Go douche!” he told me.. “Take your time.. Go to the sauna, relax, wander around… give me half an hour… I need to fix the points… and see if I can bring any of my friends at this part of the town…” And I did as he ordered me… Went for a shower and cleaned myself from the earlier piss and cum… After the slams in the bar and the earlier fucking from Sir and the Turk taxi driver, my body seemed to crave the hot water… I was never comfortable in saunas… I was always feeling too exposed and couldn’t stand the competition with the other younger and piggier bottoms… Maybe it was my self-esteem that was low since I was not big in the cock department… or maybe it was because my butch looks were giving the wrong signal and people thought I was a Top… So in saunas there too much negotiation for my own taste… or somehow it was difficult to relax and be the slut that I wanted to be… But wisdom comes with age… The last few years I finally managed not to be that harsh with myself… I guess that since I was introduced to chem sex I left most of my defenses down… I started leaving my door open showing my ass for people to see… I stopped being too picky of who was going to fuck me… and I somehow became more aggressive in asking to be seeded … I came in terms with my demons… So be it. The sauna was busy for a Sunday morning… The after hour club crowd… And some daddies… and some twinks… and some trolls… My kind of crowd… with red eyes… like wolves… hungry for more sperm… I looked myself in the mirror… yeap… it is me alright… the same thirsty me… Went to second floor… checked the rooms… Sluts like me waiting with their ass exposed… Men wandering… checking out for the best offer… I went to the cock-sucking maze… Few years ago I preferred to suck cock more than fucking… But like I said: Wisdom comes with age… I am now a cumdump… that is my true nature… to offer my hole for breeding and sperm… went and took a couple of mints… I wanted my breath fresh… got water for us… plenty of water… and then back to the 212 room… Everything was set up… the small tray with the cotton and the points… the poppers… the lube… the blindfold…. the camera… “You need to trust me…” he said… “I do” I said and I kissed his lips while I grabbed his already hard cock… “Get on all fours” he said… and I did… He started to rim my clean hole… the way he was pushing his tongue in my ass was sending me to another dimension… the poppers helped as well… He was sucking my hole for ten minutes… and then I felt his cock teasing my asshole… “Please fuck me…” I begged… “I will … in time… you need to get ready… Stay… “ I stayed on my knees like he ordered me… He came with the point. “It will be a bit stronger… I need you fucked up… I want you to be my chemwhore … “ “I trust you”, is all I said… He put the tourniquet around my arm… cleaned with an alcohol pad and found the vein, pushed till the tube went red and then took of the tourniquet off… “Here we go… stay in all fours…” he said and gave me the point all the way… I coughed and then there was the buzz… My ears started to ring… I almost lost my vision… but I looked up… and there I was… facing myself in front of the mirror… Red eyes… Happy eyes… I saw him put the tourniquet around his arm and then slammed his own point… He was so beautiful… Hard and ready… He put the points away… “I want to hear you taking big popper breaths…” he ordered me… and his voice was different… And I did… I was spacing in the most amazing zone…. Felt lube in my ass crack… and then his cock… He went all the way in… My ass was so relaxed… I saw him from the mirror fucking me… Yes this is me… On my knees, getting fucked like a cumwhore I truly am and he was my stranger Viking driving his cock in the depths of my existence… He looked at me… “Tell me what you are?” “I am a cumdump Sir”… “Yes that is exactly what you are… and a slam whore… My slam whore…” “Yes Sir… my ass is yours… my veins are your for slamming … make me your whore…” “Stay where you are” He stopped fucking. From the mirror I saw him going back to the hidden tray and took another point… “You need more…” And without living me time to object he cleaned my arm again, flashed and registered the second point for in such a short time … “Fly my whore” he said when he pushed the chems in my blood… And yes… I did fly… The most beautiful buzz… “Thank you” was the only thing I said which sound more like a whisper. He smiled… Yes, the wolves sometimes smile… I was in the zone. Almost disconnected from myself. Like the man who was in front of the mirror was not me… But some man who was happy and in peace with his own demons… A happy chem whore… A lucky chem whore who was offering my ass to a Viking stranger… “Thank you” I said again … and this time he heard me… “No, I have to thank you… For letting me see who you really are… And there is more to see….” He opened the door. And then came in front of me. He got comfortable on the bed… leaning his back on the mirror wall but at an angle where I could see myself and the open door in the same time. Anyone who was passing by, could see my ass sticking out while I was sucking his cock that was so hard… “You will take any cock… Old, young, healthy, diseased, black, chinese, I do not care… All I care is that you will take cum… and every now and then I will slam you more… and here is the water and here is the poppers… and see yourself in the mirror… you see this black guy… he is a bit hesitant but he will come.. and he will see me nodding him and he will stick his black huge cock in you… and if he asks for condom I will send him away… But he won’t… because he knows that you are a cumdump… he doesn’t know that you are a chem whore… but that is Ok… he will breed you… and then another one will come … and another one… here look at yourself… and every time anyone cums in you, you will say “thank you”. And I will be here all the time.. feeding you piss and chems… Look your self in the mirror… See how beautiful you are... See how your eyes glow… You are my whore… I will film you taking chems… I will film you drinking piss… I will film you receiving cum … Because you need to see what I see…. You need to remember everything that is to follow the next hours… And only when I tell you “I am ready”, I will slide in your sloppy cumhole and I will give you my poz load… and then and only then you will be allowed to rest… and then and only then I will be satisfied…” The guy behind me found the target easily… I felt his massive black cock sinking in my lubed hole… and when he was all the way in Sir held my head down and started to piss… With the corner of my eyes I saw where I was…. It is exactly where I was meant to be… My hell and my heaven … my place was here… the place where I meant to be… The guy behind me started to speed … My hole was too hot to hold enough… and he came… silently… like he was a bit ashamed for being so quick… I wanted to tell him that there is no better compliment to a cumdump like me that the Top comes quick… But there was no place for words. I heard my self saying “Thank you”… and then I felt the tap on the back of my neck… Sir was satisfied… And then I felt his finger pushing the cum deeper… “Good”… he said… and then an older guy came in the room… around his 70’s… Like he didn’t believe his luck… Sir, opened my ass cheeks to invite him.. I got some poppers…. Nice buzz… I felt his cock… Not too hard, but enough to get in… He got harder in my ass… Sir kept my mouth on his cock… I was buzzing form the chem piss and the poppers… The guy old enough to be my father was fucking me… sliding his cock in my cum lubed ass… I saw myself again in the mirror. And there was again the same thought: “Wisdom comes with age… My hell and my heaven … my place is here… the place where I meant to be”…

We took the cab that was parked outside the bar . During the ride, Sir took my hand and put it over his bulge… He liked the way I was squeezing his hard cock… The taxi stopped in front of a grey building… Nice area…. He told me to stay with the cab driver and he went inside the heavy iron. The driver gave me a lazy look from his mirror. Our eyes met. In his 50’s, grey moustache. Probably Turkish, because he asked me something in that language… I answered in English and that was all… no more talk… No idea if he knew I was high from sex and drugs… Most of the times I can hide my condition easily… I hoped I did a good job not showing the adrenaline of the chems … and my need to get fucked was not that obvious …. The Norwegian came back… He was only absent for five minutes… In my time zone it looked like an hour…. He said to the driver to take us to another address… Put my hand again back to his fly… it was open this time… I took his thick uncut cock in my palm.. thick… and the foreskin like velvet…. He put his hand on my neck and pushed me head down… I should have worried about the driver… or if someone would have seen me sucking Sir’s cock… But the driver seemed to be ok with the whole scene and the glasses of the car were dark enough…. I started to suck… Sir was hard… at one point I felt his piss floating my mouth… I didn’t waste any drop of his chem piss… I started to feel the light buzz… I was kept on blowing him… He was giving me instructions how to take him down to the root… He seemed to enjoy gagging my throat… He asked me if I wanted a nice thick Turkish cock in my ass…. My moaning of pleasure was exactly the answer he wanted to hear… I was sucking him for more than ten minutes (whatever time zone)… And suddenly the taxi stopped… Sir held my from the neck… “Stay”, he said. I kept on sucking… I heard the driver’s door open and then the door from my side… From the corner of my eyes I saw we were parked in a deserted parking lot behind an empty factory… I felt a finger poking my hole… Sir took me at the edge of the back seat without removing his cock from my mouth…I got comfortable on my knees… Sucking Sir and offering my ass to the Turkish Taxi Driver… I felt his thick cut cockhead rubbing my ass ring and then went right in… His breath got short when he realized that he was sliding in an already cummy ass… It was the first time I was getting fucked by a Turk and hearing him telling me in his own words how he loves to fuck sluts like me… and he was going to plant his seed in me like a whore… Sir gave me some poppers… I needed them… Although my hole was well fucked the driver’s cock was way too thick… Loved it… The Driver took also some of the poppers that Sir gave him and then started to increase his speed…. “Take his load whore” … Sir whispered to me… And the seed I took… The Taxi Driver gave my a last thrust and then with heard him losing his breath while he unloaded in my ass…. And then he stayed in… “Piss in him” Sir ordered the driver… I felt his piss warming my hole… Taxi driver started to laugh… and kept on pissing… “You better not let any of that piss leak on the car seat”… Sir told me in a harsh voice, making sure that I should not misunderstand his command… Taxi driver took a paper towel and cleaned himself… while I went away behind a corner and let all the piss and cum out of my hole… Like a dog… How low can I get… I silently asked myself… but the animal in me that was still hungry… I went back to the car… Sir and the driver were smoking a cigarette talking like buddies from the Army or something.... I got back in the back seat and then Sir got back next to me… “Thank your fucker in your native language… He wants to make sure that you are not Turk”… So I said in Greek “You were a Good fucker… Thank you for giving me your load…” The Driver laughed… and then he said “Kalimera” I laughed… It is the Greek word for “Good morning”… Yes, indeed the morning has started just fine with a load and a piss from a Turk taxi driver and I am on my way to the sauna where I will be probably gangbanged and surely slammed with more chems… True… A Kalimera… People were going to their offices… riding their bikes… driving their cars… A day in a life… Living the life of common people… The life so many songs are singing about… and me… Where am? Where do I go? Why I am here, in the back seat of a taxi driver who has just fucked me and why am I sitting next to a guy whose thick cock I hold in my hand like a dove? Why do I not end the night that became a day and I intend to make it till afternoon … without sleep, asking for more cum more piss more chems? When does this all end? When do I say that’s enough? When enough is enough? Is there ever enough for me? Some questions are not going to be answered… And if there is an answer I am not going to give it today… Not while the taxi takes me to my next destination… there where my Norwegian Master wants me to be... But somehow I feel like a lamb… aiming for a holy sacrifice… another kind of Iphigenia… only this time the temple is going to be a bath house… and my altar will be a sling… or a fuck bench… both will do… Sir seems to read my mind… “Boy… don’t put logic behind things… I see you struggle … Your mask works well with the others… not with me… Trust me and you are not lonely in this… “ “Sir, I will say it only once… Cumdumps get lonely… that is true… But what is another undeniable truth is that even Tops and Masters get lonely… That is why I am still in the back seat of this taxi… You are as lonely as I am and maybe even lonelier...” He looked at me… Poker face… He could have given me a punch… He could have me thrown out of the taxi… Instead he kissed me… Like he cared… Like he loved… “Too much logic…. You’ll need stronger doses when I ‘ ll slam your veins in the sauna… “ he said…

After we came up from the dark basement I asked from my Norwegian friend his permission to go to the bathroom where I emptied my ass from the chem piss and the cum Then cleaned myself a bit. I was still buzzing from the earlier slam… in a good way… He was waiting for me at the same spot where we first met with two bottles of beer. He had bought the drinks… How nice of him. “Drink… it is not water but it is good enough” he said. “Beer is just fine….Thank you ” “Your name?” he asked. I told him. He didn’t say his… “You will call me Sir”. “Yes sir” it is all that I said. “You live here?” “No Sir, I am here for three days… I am a sex tourist… I travel for only one reason… to get fucked…” “So was it any worth spending your money in hotels and plane tickets so far?” “No major complaints Sir… in fact you were my first for tonight and the best…” “You want more cocks?” “I am a cumdump Sir, I want cum… From you, from others… from anyone… But I really like your company… In fact I like everything on you Sir… And I guess I am too bold to say this but I guess it is the Tina that talks … and the beer”. I felt my face blushing… “You are too smart for a cumdump….” he said and drank some more of his beer… “Is that a problem Sir?” I started feel uneasy… “No, it is good, as long as you know your place, you show me respect… and you talk less… Are you still thirsty?” he saw my empty now bottle… “Yes, Sir… I know my place and yes, Sir I am still thirsty…” “Kneel!” I looked him in the eye… Blue and grey eyes… Devils’ eyes… Mephistopheles’s kind of eyes… That was a test or what… The time has stopped… I knew my place… I kneeled… My mouth on the height of his zipper… He took his heavy thick uncut cock out and put in my mouth… I tasted my ass juices and piss… and some soap somewhere behind the foreskin… My mouth was full… I felt his piss down my throat… Damn I was thirsty indeed…. Didn’t care about the men watching me… My whole “me” was in the right spot… I wouldn’t change it for anything. Kneeling in front this Viking giant, drinking his nectar, submitting my will to his needs. What a view… Him standing above me…. I felt the envy of the other patrons… In fact I felt proud. Proud to be his whore… I felt the last of his drops. I was ready to stand up when I felt his hand on my shoulder… Two more pair of feet in front of me… Another cock… A black one this time… A 60 year old leather man… Big bush of mustache… and a cock in hand… Soft… but at least an 8 incher… “Drink” My Viking ordered… And I did… I drank and drank… until he was done… I felt a tap on my head…. He said something that it had to be close to the “Good boy”… and before having time to re-adjust my knees… another cock was in front of my lips… Another man… another cock… 45 chubby black hair… hairy and with the thickest cock I ever saw…. I took my man’s silent permission… He nodded his head encouraging me drink… this time the taste of the piss was bitter… I was not to complain… I was in piss fag’s heaven… And once again I didn’t let any drop get wasted… Yes… Sir, was proud of me… He helped me get up… And then he kissed…. I felt his tongue entering my mouth… He tasted the other men’s piss … and kissing me he was telling me in his own way that it is Ok to be a piss fag… a whore… and a slam cumdump… because that was exactly what he wanted me to be… “Thank you Sir” I said…. He looked at me … these Blue and Grey eyes again… and somehow the whole energy changed… my eyes became watery… tears watery… Not many times I find someone to allow me to see the real depth of his eyes… He did… and then I knew that I was so transparent… I could see my loneliness, my strength, my Erebus…. the deepest dark in me… so deep that it was almost comfortable… Nothing better to embrace the darkness and find a pair of Blue and Grey eyes to say to you that sometimes there is tenderness in the shadows… “It is time for your second slam… Go down to the sling.. make your self comfortable… I am going to fix the point and I will be down in a few minutes… Spread your legs and take this…” He gave me his blue handkerchief. “This time I want you blindfolded… Now go… “ And I went… Shadows of men wandering back and forth back and forth… My kind of men… My tribe… I took my jeans off… Kept my leather vest… Took my poppers out from my sock and I laid on the sling.. Put the blindfold like I was told to… and I waited…. When you do not see… when you feel exposed and offering your hole to men that you do not see or care how they look like… when you are becoming the whore your are destined to be… a cum hole … a nothing… a true cumdump… then and only then you feel the real strength… the reason behind all this hunger… then and only then you become invincible… I heard footsteps they stopped… someone felt my hole… there was some lube spread… and then a finger… It burnt…. A booty bump… and then a cock head… not my Viking’s cockhead… It was a slow fucking… More steps… Another cock… this time a cut cock… placed in my mouth… two cocks in two holes…. No faces… no talk… Sound of poppers… the man I was sucking gave me some… and then continued fucking my throat…. I was start losing my self… Nice… and then more steps… I recognized his walk… Next to me… he took my arm… a tourniquet around … he found the vein easily.. a wet cotton… and then a prick… How smooth his push of Tina in my bloodstream… took the tourniquet off and then bam…. The cough came… it was stronger this time…. I started to float… “Thank you “ it is all I said…. And I went back to the cock sucking… The man who was fucking me started to speed up…. And he gave it to me… with a howling…. And stayed till he found his breath… and then went… My Viking put his finger in my cummy hole and gave it to me to taste it… the man I was sucking took his place… More poppers… for him and for me… It didn’t last long… He came hard… and then came back to my mouth to clean him… I did… What a tasty cock… and then left… I heard the sound of the tourniquet… My Vikkng was ready to slam himself…. I heard all of his preparations. I felt his concentration in the dark… He put his cock in me… and then he pushed the point… took it off and coughed… How nice to feel your man in your ass the moment he is losing himself… He started to fuck… yes… That was a real fuck… sliding in my already cummy ass… I was his slam whore… That was all what I was… I was a cumdump the last level of a whore… But at that very moment I knew I was the strongest of all…. I was the chosen one… He was fucking me for at least an hour… he came in me twice… and pissed in me once more… I was hearing steps coming and go… some of them put their cocks in my ass… a couple of them pissed on me… But the never claimed my ass from him…. They knew that something specially was happening between me and Him… And the hunters know to respect when something extraordinary happens…. When we went back to the bar we were both with the smile… One more round of beers… I bought them this time… Not much talk… Just happy and comfortable… his finger in my cummy hole while he was drinking his beer… I knew things were coming to an end… The dawn was close… He read my mind…. “You are not going anywhere” he said… “You are coming with me… “ “To Where?” I asked… My place to fix some more points and then to the sauna…. “Yes Sir”… “Mephistopheles is still horny” he said and smiled… Damn … these Blue and Grey eyes… how I could resist…. I went to take my coat and off the Bar we went… Almost morning…

I've always had a thing for straight and bi guys, especially closeted. Some website had an interesting married guy wanting to get with me. He said he was a bottom, wanting to get fucked, but "safe only." He had no picture, but his stats sounded good, and doing married guys was hot. We checked two or three times over a month or two, and we just couldn't get it together. Then one afternoon I received a message on the site that he was going to a hockey game that evening and wondered if he could come over afterward for fun. He knew from my profile that I had a massage biz that I did from my apartment. I used the second bedroom as the massage room, just the right size for the table along with some other stuff around the room... small tables and such to work my clients and have all my massage gear at my fingertips. Planning ahead, I reluctantly hid a condom with my massage stuff, wondering how I could get around the safe sex thing. When he arrived, he was a good looking, a bit stocky (which I sometimes like), dark brown hair, hairy chest... and the wedding band. 'Oh yeah, I've gotta find a way to breed this one' I thought. I anticipated he would be hesitant and stand-offish, but he wasn't. Instead, inviting him back to my massage room, he couldn't strip his clothes fast enough. Nice. And I got a good look as his round ass. He didn't bother with preliminaries, he stood at the foot of the massage table and bent forward, grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them. I started fingering is hole, dry at first, but I always have lube within reach. I slowly lubed him up, taking a bit of time so he could relax and not panic. I worked a finger in, then two. He was already groaning a little, and I hadn't gone even half way to our destination. Here I was taking my time and he started begging me to fuck him. He looked back and said, "Your going to use a condom, right?" "Oh, of course man. No problem," I replied, trying to sound enthusiastic. My mind was spinning as to how to blow my load in him. I tore the condom open, and as I'm looking at it, I figured out what to do. He was face down, after all, so I had some latitude if I was swift. Instead of rolling the damn condom onto my 7 inches of cock, I unrolled it and flattened it out. I wrapped it around the base of my cock, like a band-aid around my cock. I could hold it in place as I worked my raw fuckpole into his ass. If he wondered if it was on, reaching back, I would make sure I was buried deep in him so he would touch rubber, not skin. I lubed up and put some pressure on his puckered hole. He virtually pushed back onto me, tight at first, but relaxing quite quickly. I wondered if he had done this a lot before. He was groaning louder and louder as I slid in and out of his hole. I could only imagine him taking my load home in him to his wife, telling her that the guys wanted a beer after the game. He loved the fuck, but sure as I thought, he reached back suddenly, reaching to feel the rubber. My timing was good, planted deep in him, he could feel the rubber thinking we were protected. But then I started wondering how I was going to blow in him and him not feel it. I pulled all the way out, holding the wrapped condom in place with my left hand and doused his hole heavily with lube, most of which I pushed in to get him feeling wet. "Gotta make sure we're not dry here," I said. He didn't question or reply. As I increased my pace, he groaned more, and then started saying, "Fuck me. Fuck me deep." That pretty much got me ready to blow my cumload in him, but I slowed down to plan the final workaround. In massage, I didn't use oil, but a professional massage cream, white and about the consistency of cum. It was in a pump bottle on the table right behind me. I went back to concentrating on breeding this closeted bi stud. He was busy stroking his own cock as I pounded him. I almost said, "Want this cumload in ya?" but realized it might tip him off. I replaced it with, "You need a good fucking, don't ya?" "Oh hell yeah," he replied. "I've been wanting to get fucked for so long..." I could no longer hold back, and told him I was going to cum. I could feel my load well up in me, holding back slightly to ensure a real deep shot in his ass. I buried my dick deep in him, pushing my balls tight against his manhole and unloaded. I'm sure I shot several ropes of poz cum in him, and hoped he didn't think it was unusual to be feeling so wet inside. He was just moments behind me in cumming... stroking and still begging me to fuck him deep. I could feel his ass muscles tighten just as he was shooting his load all over the floor under him. We were both trying to catch our breath. I thought I'd better pull out before he caught his breath and started paying attention to reality. I withdrew and quickly unwrapped the flattened condom as I reached behind me for the massage cream. I opened the rubber up and squirted some cream in it, then worked it down to the tip. 'Real enough,' I thought. Then I pulled the condom a bit like a rubber band, snapping it like it was being pulled off my poundpole. I just held onto it as he recovered from his climax, slowly getting up and turning around to face me. "Fuck, that was awesome!" he said. "But I got so wet inside. You had the condom on, right?" I just held the condom out and showed him "my cumload" in it, but didn't hold it for long. I just tossed it into the waste basket. He nodded yes. "You probably just had a lot of ass juice in you, that's all." I knew he had no clue on it. He asked to step into the bathroom to wash off, and as he stepped in, I got a washcloth from the closet. He didn't close the door as he wet down the cloth and washed his cock and balls. He quickly swiped his asscrack and tossed the cloth into the sink. "I need to get going," he said as he quickly dressed. "If I'm home too late she will suspect." He headed for the door, throwing his jacket on and digging for his keys. "Thanks man, we can maybe do this again sometime, yeah?" "I hope so, drive safely going home," I replied. He nodded and was gone. I was still naked, and still hard from knowing I blew my load into him. I went back into the massage room, looking at the floor where he shot a big load of cum, several streams of baby batter wasted on the floor. I couldn't help it... I grabbed my dick and jacked another load out as I relived the breeding.

You can definitely feel it, you just have to get used to what you are feeling. And relax so you can feel it. It's the same with your ass too. And you are also right about it being different with different guys. Some guys shoot harder, some guys shoot more volume, all guys are different. Position can affect velocity as well as other factors. Just pay attention when you first taste it. It's not like a lot of pressure, more like drops or sudden slime. It's definitely hot when you feel the pulsing just before.

Some guys have the balls to make their fantasies become realities. Other people just sit at home and jack off to porn. “Do anything, say anything, and fuck anything. No excuses, no apologies, no regrets.” Those words have led me down a strange but wonderful path over the last 4 years. I live my life doing what every HIV Neg guy (who'd like to stay that way) dreams about, but very few have the balls to do - and live life the maximum reasonable FULLEST degree possible with no regrets and no apologies. Everyone has stories, but I have been told that mine are some of the most amazing ever. And I have video documentation of much of it. I hope that I might be able to share some of these stories. if you guys find them interesting, please post up and let me know. I'll keep going and have plenty to share. And all of this is 100% real. Reality can be much more amazing than fantasy - you can't dream this shit up! So, let me start with what happened this past Friday afternoon ... Measuring a summer's day, I only find it slips away to grey. I was in a Tangerine state of mind, high on some of the best smoke in the USA, skipping out of work early, and driving about an hour north for a hookup. Now, I have plenty oh plenty of experience, but this turned out to be one for the RECORD books. I'm 42, 6'3", 168#, 30" waist - and let's just say, I don't have any trouble getting what I want. But I am the most genuine, sincere and nicest guy that you'll ever hope to meet. I cannot lie - it's almost impossible for me to. So, this guy is 25, 5'7", 145#, white and MARRIED. And although he's 25, he's very passable as 21! He's CUTE, smooth and fucking hot - and he wants to get Daddy's 6-day load up his ass. He say's he's done this 3 times before, but not bare. I pretty much believe him, but who fucking cares. This married guy wants one load up his ass and another in his mouth .... and I am all too happy to oblige the young man! So I arrive and meet in his detached garage. He's agreed to let me use my little digital camera to catch EVERYTHING on VIDEO! This is a really cool garage in the sense that it's dark all around except for under the light on this mat. It's like an awesome amateur dirty BB porn set if I could have ever dreamed one up. In no time this cute married Twink boy has my cock down his throat, and he's wanting every bit of it. Now, when I've had a live-in houseboy (but no more tangent stories) I normally top 4 to 5 times a week. But, I have no houseboy at the moment (but looking with lots of potentials right now!) and it had been 6 days since I'd cum. So I couldn't hold off for long, and pulled him off my cock, had him lay on his back on the mat with his legs rolled up in the air under the light for best filming! I'm pretty experienced holding my little camera and getting some really hot video, and this boy was wanting to show off his best! So, I'm mounted up to the hilt with my bare cock deep inside of his MARRIED twink boy cunt with his hands wrapped around my waist thrusting himself onto my cock all on video, while he's wearing his Wedding ring. Needless to say, I blasted about a quart of cum deep inside of his guts in moments and kept deep pumping my load into his hungry hole. After pumping him and just starting to get soft, he slides off, I lie back on my back and he goes down on my cum covered cock that's just breeded his cheating hole. Now, mind you, I don't even break the video and here's this cute twink boy going down on my cock that's just pulled out of his ass. No doubt, it will take a little work, but I'm going to feed this hungry boy another load of cum. It does take a bit of me jacking and him licking my balls and hole, and face fucking me from above, but I'm getting there. I fetch a bunch of cum and ass juice from inside of him, and using this natural mixture as lube, I squirt out another load of cum with my cock buried deep in the back of his throat. All on video with full face of this twinky married boy having some of the hottest, raw, bare sex with a guy that's almost old enough to be his real dad! By this time, I'm exhausted and he's dripping sweat all over me (which we both find incredibly hot!) but he has a load of cum that I want to be fed. Still laying on my back in the same position with his cock over my face, I take the boy all the way to the hilt only gagging a few times. I turn the camera on both his face as well as mine with his cock buried in my mouth. In not much time, he feeds me a great tasting (and large!) load of cum. Like me, this boy loves the post-orgasm play and I suck his young cock dry. We have E-mailed since, and I'm welcome to come back anytime. No doubt there WILL be a return visit, but I want to have this boy keep wanting me to come back whenever I need to, so best to keep him waiting a few days. Besides, I've had 2 other amazing hookups (another fantasy level one too - with more in the works) - and the houseboy hunt is heating up. And I gotta go to work tomorrow and keep doing what I do to keep my crazy life moving forward ...