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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…

Hot fucking story!!! Great job developing the characters and scenes. And a little mystery as to whos poz, neg, med resistant...one of the best ones on here!

HOT! FUCK! DAMN! You keep on doing it versbbguy...and I'm glad you do! Sam and Cody tagteaming Mark's chasing neg ass would be freaking sweet!!

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

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…

OMG, this is so hot. I, too, am hugely turned on by sex in hotel and motel rooms. I especially love it when it's a cheap, seedy motel type. The kind where cheap whores go to collect loads for a night of hardcore partying. I also think they're hot because you can pretty much destroy the bed or the sheets or piss all over the place and not have to worry about the mess you make. And I typically associate mote/hotel sex with dark room anon bottoms that just wait for faceless strangers to load them. There's no more intimacy in fucking a dark room anon bottom than there is in pissing in a random urinal at a public restroom. As far as this website, that would be such an awesome idea. I've always had similar thoughts when staying in hotels. I always wonder who the last people to have sex on that bed were and what all they got into. I would love to be able to go online and look up that info. I say pursue this project!

Maybe it could be the start of something big, then men that knew what it meant would know that they could shoot their toxic cum up a willing ass.

-- More realistic male language, especially swearing. There's gotta be more to porn dialog than "Yeah ... Yeah ... Fuck Yeah." Every fucker I know swears - a lot: traffic lights, computer freezes, bad day - fucking God damn, Jesus Fucking Christ, whatever. Whenever I'm fucking I swear a lot, especially when I cum. When I see elbows-deep fisting or a river of felched cum being slurped up (Yum) my reaction is Jesus fuck that's hot. Even the dumb cunts on late night cable TV get away with an occasional Jesus Christ or something. Guys, talk like you got a pair. -- Foreskin play: docking, stretching, tonguing. The hottest foreskin scene I ever saw: guy sitting in a chair, had the longest, stretchiest 'skin ever. He stretched it open, and 4 guys standing over him jacked off and shot into the 'skin, leaving a pool of cum that filled it. Then the sitting guy pissed up through the pool of cum. Streams of pissy cum streaming down, to be licked up by all and swapped back and forth. So fucking hot. -- Raunch pits: There are clips out there - one title I saw was "War and Grease." 8 or 9 guys in a literal sex pit, all fisting, literally covered in Crisco from a huge tub. Total depraved no control fist fucking, sliding around in all the lube. Could do the same with a bunch of oiled-up guys, all randomly sucking, fucking, pissing at will, cumming, poppering, sliding up to the edge for some smoke -- maybe with some helpers standing over the pit, adding their own piss and cum. Even hotter: half the guys are poz, half not, and once the tangle of oily pissy cummy bodies starts sliding around, you can't tell who's who. -- Beer play: beer spitting, fucking with long necks then drinking from the bottles, beer water boarding, beer drinking as it's poured over a hard cock. -- Intergenerational raunch grooming: Real raunch is hard to find 18-30's. Where will the next generation of Titpigs cum from? Want to see some "training videos," lots of explicit hot talk, where experienced piss / raunch masters break in younger guys who genuinely want into the scene, not just pretty boys who plaster on a fake piss face smile and don't even swallow. Pre-shooting enhancements could help. Just a few thoughts to start.

Part 3 I woke up late the next morning, a smile on my face. I was in love. I didn't care if Mitch was straight and just wanted a hole to get off in. He had me hooked. My dick was rock hard thinking about my god. I thought about jerking off, but I wanted to save it for tonight. Mitch had said he'd be back tonight, and I hoped with all my heart he would. The house was pretty empty, most everyone was in class, so the main bathroom on the second floor was empty. It was a large bathroom. Along one wall was a row of 5 sinks. The opposite side had two toilets and two urinals. The back wall had a large shower with 4 shower heads. I had the shower to myself this morning and I enjoyed a nice hot one, not feeling rushed. My face was under the warm flow when......SMACK! Mitch had joined me in the shower and announced his presence with a hard slap on my wet ass. "Sup bitch?" he laughed at me. "You're late for class. Did I wear you out last night?" I felt myself blush at his comment. "It will take more than that, fucker." I retorted. "Oooooo, sounds like a challenge." he mocked me. "I've got lots of stamina......and cum." I laughed as I tried not to stare at his naked, wet body as he soaped himself up. He noticed and slyly let the soap pop out of his hand. "Oops.....dropped the soap." he teased, bending over very slowly to pick it up, diplaying his perfect ass to me in all it's glory. Oh god he was evil! As he stood up and turned to me. "I love to piss in the shower," he whispered to me as he started to let go a flow. "No since wasting water in a toilet when it just goes down the drain." He moved toward me and aimed his pissing dick right on my crotch. That did it. My dick sprung up instantly, much to my embarrassment. God I hoped another brother didn't walk in right now. "Looks like you like that." he grinned. "Ok, knock it off idiot! What if someone comes in?" I was truely worried about getting caught. "No one's here." he said as he moved behind me and aimed his piss right on my asshole. I moaned a bit at his brazenness. He reached around and squeezed my hard cock. "Dude! Not here!" I loudly whispered as I elbowed him in his stomach. His rock hard stomach. He just laughed and moved under his showerhead. "Chicken." "Yea I am." I laughed. I couldn't help it. I know he was just being goofy. He wouldn't really risk his own reputation. We turned the showers off and grabbed our towels. I quickly dried off and pulled my underwear on hoping it would help hide my hard on in case someone walked in. I decided to grab my stuff and head out of there. I knew if I stayed and watched him shave, I'd be a puddle, so I made my exit. "I gotta go, get to class." "All right bitch. Be ready for tonight." he winked at me, giving my ass another slap on the way out. Classes were lost on me that day. My head was only in one place. Mitch. How did I get so lucky? He could have anybody. Was he really gay, or just experimenting, or what? Maybe he was bi. All I know is I would cherish every moment for as long as it lasted. And I promised myself I wouldn't let him break my heart, no matter what. He showed up at dinner looking unshowered again after practice. He knew the smell of him drove me crazy. Tonight he sat next to me at the table, making sure I was able to smell him well. It was heaven just sitting next to him. After dinner Mitch and a few of the guys went to have some beers over at Theta Beta. I was invited but stayed home to study. Yea, I'm a nerd. It was getting late when I went to bed. I don't know why I even tried to sleep. I knew I was just going to wait up for him. God I hoped he showed up. He had said he was, but he went out, and maybe he was staying out. Maybe he hooked up with a chick. I was starting to drive myself crazy when my door opened. He stood there with his finger to his lips. "Shhhh....be vewy qwiet." he said imitating Elmer Fudd. "I'm hunting faggots..." I laughed as he shut the door. He pulled his shirt off as he approached the bed, sitting at the foot of it. He swung his legs up so his feet were next to my head. "Take my shoes and socks off." I did as told, pulling off his sneakers, then his white socks, leaving his bare feet next to my face. He placed one foot over my nose and I breathed in the heavenly aroma of his sweaty feet. My cock sprung up as I inhaled his smell like it was a drug. "Lick them." he instructed me. I stuck out my tongue and ran it from his heel, across his arch, and up to his toes. He moaned at the touch and I went crazy. I licked every inch of his big, jock feet. I sucked his toes and licked between them, cleaning every bit of the days sweat off them while he moaned and encouraged me. Pulling his feet away, I whimpered a bit at the loss. He pulled his shorts off and grabbed my arm, pulling me to him, pushing my head to his cock. I happily opened my mouth to accept him. I started to suck, but he told me to hold still. Then it started. A hot flow of piss filling my mouth. I just swallowed it down, gulping desperately, not wanting to waste a single drop. "Oh man that feels good. You love that don't you bitch? You like drinking my piss, you dirty faggot." I just moaned my agreement as he emptied his beer filled bladder down my throat. When he finished he kept his cock in my mouth and started pumping it in and out. Like last night he pushed it balls deep down my throat. I relaxed and took it, massaging it with my throat as best I could. His moans told me I was doing a good job. Soon he was giving me his hot load. He pulled out of my throat and shot into my mouth so I could really taste him. His cum tasted like honey to me. I swallowed down his copious load. As soon as he finished he pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my vaseline. "I know you fucked me the other night. Now I want to know if I like it." Holy shit! He was going to take my cock! He greased up my throbbing shaft and his asshole, then straddled my stomach. He grabbed my cock and placed the tip at the enterence to his amazing ass. He slowly sat on it, pausing for a moment when I first entered him, then slid down the length of my 7 incher. "Ooooohhhhh fuck." he moaned as he hit the bottom. "That feels amazing!" He placed his hands on my chest and started to ride up and down on my pole. "Oh God yes! Oh Jesus! That is so good. Fuck!" After he rode me for a couple of minutes, I got bold and pushed him backwards off me. He knew what I wanted as I crawled between his legs and he grabbed his ankles, spreading his ass open. I grabbed his trunk like thighs and slammed my dick right up his shitter. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a long, low moan. "Whose the faggot now bitch?" I taunted him. "You like that don't you?" I pounded him as hard as I could. "Look at the quarterback taking it like a bitch!" "Oh God Cole....Fuck me man! Do it!" I pounded him for as long as I could before I blew a huge load in his guts. Mitch just grabbed my ass and pulled me into him as much as he could while I shot over and over into him. I lay back spent, but didn't have time to rest. Mitch had my legs in the air and the vaseline on his cock before I could blink. He pushed his hard cock deep into me in one thrust. I cried out in pain but he just put his mouth on mine and silenced me. That's how the Fuck went. Not a word. Just him kissing me deep and hard while he deep dicked me, our bodies slapping together. He didn't even pull his mouth off when he came, he just grabbed my lower lip between his teeth and bit it as he filled my guts with his juice. He collapsed on the bed next to me, and soon started snoring. I didn't try to wake him. I just pulled his arm over my body and snuggled into him and slept.

I love watching black men fucking white boys. Why this is I couldn't tell you. And I don't buy into the black man has a bigger dick myth. I just find it super erotic. And the darker skinned the black guy and the whiter the white boy....the better!

All the afore mentioned ideas are all hot, but one thing I'd like to see is more anonymous breeding. I get extra excited watching a bottom who is hooded or blindfolded taking cock and cum from men he never sees. A true cumhole.

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

Part 4 The 4 men were spent. My throbbing hole oozed cum, and I just lay on the floor, my brain spinning in a million directions at once. I still felt shame at being raped by these 4 black men, but I also still craved more cock inside me, fucking me, pounding me, breeding me like a common bitch. I was so confused. Without a word Mr. Jackson approached me with something in his hand I had never seen. It was long like a big dick, and got wider near the end of it, really wide, then it suddenly narrowed and had a base on it. "Pull his legs up!" He told one of the men. My legs were quickly pulled over my head, exposing my dripping hole. Mr. Jackson started to push this thing into me, stretching my asslips further open until it reached a painful point, at which he stopped. Looking down, I could see some of it still sticking out of me. Mr. Jackson just stood up and lined his boot up with the end. Raising his leg, he kicked the end full force, ramming the rest of it all the way in me with one brutal thrust. "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as I saw stars and almost passed out. Mr. Jackson just hit my shock collar and the men all laughed as I jerked around the floor, screaming and crying, pain engulphing my body from head to toe. Eventually it subsided a bit and the men grabbed me. One forced a ball into my mouth, buckeling it right around my head. Another grabbed my ankles, tightly wrapping rough rope around and around immobilizing my legs, and another grabbed my arms and did the same behind my back. Then I was picked up and placed into a leather body bag and zipped up tight. I could hear the men leaving as I was left bound in darkness. I have no idea how long I spent like this. I know it was hours. I had lost all sense of time. I tried not to think about the position I was in. Just yesterday I was happily at home with my family, and now I was literally a piece of fucked up property with no idea or even say about what was going to happen to me. My body ached. My jaw ached. And mostly my ass ached with what felt like a log jammed up there. My head spun, my heart raced, and I alternated between screaming and crying and praying into my gag, all while I sweated buckets. After who knows how many hours I spent like this, I suddenly felt myself being picked up and thrown over Mr. Jackson's shoulders. I was carried and dumped into the back of the truck, and felt it start to drive away from the cabin to God only knew where. We drove for what must have been a couple hours. I could tell we were back in the city by all the sounds around me, even though I was still in my dark cocoon. Eventually we stopped and Mr. Jackson got out of the cab and unzipped my sack. "Don't say a word slut!" He ordered me as he undid my gag and untied my arms and legs. "I told you I was your pimp now, and your about to make your first sale." I secretly wept a little inside as I realized I was really going to be made into a prostitute. Another step closer to the devil. He just attached a leash to my collar and pulled me off the truck. Thankfully it was dark, so no one could really see me as I was led naked to the front door of a run down house. Mr. Jackson rang the bell and we were admitted inside. It was dimly lit but I could see several people. On the couch was a woman passed out while a guy was fucking her. In the corner sat a young shirtless guy pushing a needle into his arm, his eyes rolling back into his head as he pushed the plunger. He was really skinny and sickley looking. Mr. Jackson just led me past these people into a back bedroom. There were two black men in there sitting on a dirty bed, passing a glass pipe between them. The larger of the two stood up and leered at me. "Dis the Jesus boy? Damn....mighty fine piece of white boy pussy!" He said handing Mr. Jackson a bag of powder. "His cunt nice and stretched?" "It needs a lot more stretching!" Mr. Jackson laughed pushing me face down onto the bed. "But it's got a good start!" With that he grabbed the huge plug in my ass and ripped it out hard. I howled as a new burning tore through my body yet I felt oddly empty. I wouldn't have to wait. Almost immediately a cock almost as huge as the plug slid deep up into me. My poor ass had no choice but to take him. The other guy held the pipe up to my mouth and told me to suck. Without hesitation I put my lips around it and inhaled my first ever hit. He made me hit it several times while the big guy kept fucking me. When the pipe was empty, he grabbed my thighs and started to pound me as hard as he could. His cock curved upward and relentlessly rammed a spot deep inside me that set me on fire. Soon I was moaning and grunting like a true whore, begging for it harder and harder. He gave me all he had, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, bending my body while he pummeled me. "Damn nice pussy! You found a good one here! It's almost a shame he's going to eventually be a worthless used up cumdump! Take it you little whore! You ain't nothin but a little meth whore! Take my cum you faggot!" He buried himself balls deep and unloaded his seed far into my guts. I just panted and moaned as I felt his cock throb. After he pulled out the other guy stuck his cock in me. He wasn't as big, but I didn't care. I just wanted him in me, fucking me, using my pussy as a cumdump. He rode me for a while before he too shot his load in my hungry pussy. When the men had finished, Mr. Jackson just pulled me off the bed and pushed me into the living room, past the boy in the corner and the passed out woman on the couch. The guy that had fucked her was long gone. "That will be you one day, Jesus boy. A fucked up, passed out hole for anyone to dump in." I shuddered a bit at the thought, as my dick got hard at the thought. Mr. Jackson just pushed me out the door and into the truck cab, pushing me onto the floor. I just lay there, my ass dripping fresh cum as we drove off to our next stop.

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.

Tailgate Gangbang and K9 Money Pit (The Pimp Gets Twisted): The crack pipe burned my fingers a bit as in my completely-high-fucked-up state I had shifted them a little too close to the flames. Griz, Lex, and Jay – the Holy Trinity of bad-ass, nasty, BBC whore Masters – all laughed at what a mess I was. I had homeless cum running out of every hole, chem piss falling off my body in crusty flakes, and multiple strains of viral attackers coursing through my veins from the constant raw breeding they had forced upon me. OK, well ‘forced’ may be too strong of a word. OK, not all. Maybe at first, but I was a willing participant now and as I sat on Griz’s lap, his long, thick black dick buried up my ass, and his scarred, bearded face nestled at the back of my neck as he bit me, marking me like a stallion marks his mare, I had to focus on what I was being asked. Lex held the camera close to my face, my bloodshot eyes taking up the frame, “Go on whore, tell the folks at home what the rules are. What was the first thing you learned when you entered whore boot camp?” “Rule #1.” I said, then paused, looked into Jay’s expectant gaze as he stood to the left and back of Lex, and then felt Griz bite hard enough to break the skin on my upper back making me flinch, “Whore’s clean the shit off.” My Masters smiled. “Rule #2. I ain’t nothing but a faggot-sissy-pussy-slut-bitch-whore. Anything they want, I do. No argument, no discussion, no negotiation.” Jay chimed in from the peanut gallery “THAT’S FUCKING RIGHT SLUT! YOU TELL ‘EM.” “Rule #3. It’s all about the Benjamins. I need to make my hole pulse, twitch, and milk them dicks so they nutt and bounce - pay out.” (I added that last bit, which pleased all my BBC Whore Boot Camp councilors.) “And Rule #4. I belong to…umm – him,” I said as I pointed and Lex panned the camera to Jay who smiled and said, “This white whore so good, he got three Mandingo Masters – count them you jealous bitches – three! One…two…three! And you know fucking what? That white pussy pleases each and every fucking one of us. I am Master Jay – the Jay Man and the man behind the camera is Master L….What? Oh fuck no really? Ha – aiight – the man behind the camera is just Master and that horse hung nicca taking the whore’s temp with his schlong dong is the biggest, blackest bear around, our nation’s capitol own Weapon of Mass Destruction – THE GRIZ! Whoop whoop!” Lex lowered the camera, turned it off and said to me, “That’s good. Real good. Now wipe some of that nutt out of your eyes. Not too much now, just enough to see those pretty blues. Damn you’re fine, come here baby.” With Griz still holding me on his dick Lex stepped over, grabbed my face and started to tongue fuck my mouth. Jay piped up, “Come on now. Back to business yo!” Lex laughed as he pulled away from my face, turned the camera back on and Jay got up beside me and pointed, “You see that? That long run of spit running down the whore’s face? That be Master spit. That mouth is ours. That ass is ours. That body is ours. Those nipples be mine now listen to the whore cry as I chew those little bitches out.” I started to whimper and whine as Jay leaned down and clamped his teeth onto each of my nipple’s in turn while Griz continued to churn his bear dick in my ass, spinning his cub sperm and putting them into hibernation deep in my man cave. When Jay bit so hard he drew blood I yelped, he pulled off, they all laughed, and with the camera in one hand, Lex handed me a crack pipe and continued to narrate. “OK. For you folks who need to catch up. Dum white boy puts his nose where it don’t belong. Gets knocked up in an alley – double raped and stuffed. Gets passed along to my man here. Get’s dawg fucked in a garage. Gets gang banged by some dumb-ass youngins, then nutted and pissed in and on by the biggest and filthiest homeless dicks in the city. You with me?” Griz then stopped chewing on me long enough to pipe in, “And don’t forget about us. I’ve been banging this slut off and on for over half a day now and that pussy ain’t stopping. Hungry hungry whore pussy that’s what we got. So if you all need a taste of white cherry pie, hit us up. If you working with some monster meet we can set you up!” The camera turned off, Lex took the pipe, and as Griz growled in my ear I fought to reach Jay’s 12-inch dick that was now oh so fucking close. Far too late did I realize fucking my throat was not what he had in mind when he held up a black collar with a small box on the front. “What does this say?” Jay asked. I squinted and read the letters aloud, “D – O – G – T – R – A,” paused and sounded it out, “DogTra?” Jay nodded, fitted the leather collar around my neck and Griz slid the bulky box to the side as he wrapped both of his hands under my chin, pressing the collar tight. Jay then held up what looked like a little walkie-talkie, hit a button, and both Griz and I jumped, spasmed, and twisted. Jay and Lex were busting out laughing, Griz was swearing, and I was scrabbling at my neck trying to get it off. “That is a shock collar. You a bitch now. So while you done well so far, let’s just say all bitches need to learn their place and yours is the kennel. You obey or…..” Jay said just before hitting the shock button again. Once the spasm subsided Jay continued, “That was for your sassy mouth with Pastor Mike.” Griz then yelled, “Fuck that made me shit the chair a little I think but hot damn! That pussy clenched my dick so hard and made my balls cry out like they were kicked – do it again!” Collared and filled with a fresh load from Griz, I stumbled into the bathroom to piss. I strained and nothing. So I sat down, Lex opened the door filming me, “See. A true whore pussy sits when he pisses. Good slut!” Then he left me in peace to finish my business. When I came out I asked Jay again about getting something to eat. He shook his head, pushed me back a step, then grabbed a plate off the table and said, “Here, snort this. The only thing going into those guts for the next few days is nutt, piss, spit, nutt, piss, and more spit. You feel me?” Jay then stomped up the stairs; Griz and Lex huddled and chatted, so I entertained myself with cleaning the plate and sticking two coated fingers up my bruised hole for good measure. I was enjoying the high when Jay came back carrying a 5-pound bag of sugar. He made me bend over the chair, Lex grabbed the camera and Jay started to speak for the next installment on our Xtube channel – WHORE BOOT CAMP. “WHORE BOOT CAMP. The few – the slutty – the submissive white ass that be deep enough, wide enough, hungry enough to take our BBC,” Jay said proudly as he slapped my ass, bruising it for sure. “Like we showed you in previous vids, you got to keep the whore drugged up, dicked up, and used and abused. This white rabbit is now our total prisoner for dick – no running, no escape, no way out. Sleep when I say. Eat when I say. Do what the fuck I say – call me the Warden. Well all that shit takes a toll you know. I grew up on a farm and when a cow…..what the fuck Griz, yes farm...you know I was a country nicca…OK folks anyways, as I was sayin, sometimes when a cow give birth those big headed babies just flop their cunt right outside her hole and drag it with her. That’s where this comes in…” Jay paused, held up the 5-pound bag of sugar and patted it before continuing on, “Bend over whore. See how those pussy lips look all swollen, bruised, puffy, and that cunt is gaping a bit? Well just pour some sugar in your hand, scoop it up, and rub it on and in and around that tender hole like this.” I squirmed a little as it felt like sandpaper until Griz snarled in my ear. Jay went on, “The sugar makes the swelling go down, those pussy lips tighten up, and in no time flat it’s ready to gape and bang again. Best of all, tastes sweeter than ever.” That was Griz’s queue and I started moaning as he turned me back around and buried his face in my ass and started lapping up my honey pot. The guys all laughed, Lex turned the camera off, and my Mandingo Masters got down to business discussing how best to whore me out next. I was smoking a freshly filled pipe, all thoughts of eating or anything else except the smoke in my lungs and getting more dick and cum in my ass had vanished when the Holy Trinity of Mandingo Masters circled me. Jay had an evil smile on his face, Griz had a hungry look and was stroking his mad thick dick, and Lex was all about business as he showed me his phone and a text message he had just sent out: CUM ONE – CUM ALL (then there was a picture of me on my back on Jay’s chest with his T-Rex gonno dick stretching my hole and cum frothing out around it as he pumped) TAILGATE PARTY BY IBIZA STOP BY, GET A PIECE OF WHITE TAIL, GET PARTIED UP For all the freak brothas looking to unload and get down - dig some ass out and load it up with man juice. - double digit fellas only (for you dumb fucks that means no little dicked fuckers) - you must pass the ruler test – so no fakers, only playas - Molly gift bag for those who agree to be videoed (no face shots – hood masks available) - show up, fuck, and get fucked up and then be about your business THIS THE ONE TIME YOU CAN KNOCK UP A PUSSY AND NOT WORRY ABOUT A CALL FROM MAURY ASKING, “WHO’S THE DADDY?” RSVP for final locale and your personal invite. I looked up, they guys were all smiling now and in explanation Jay laughed and said, “Dudes be coming out of the clubs and be jonesing for some pussy and most of them leave frustrated and broke and we all usually with them – HA - but not tonight, tonight we offering a taste of something special you rabbit – you and that white tail of yours.” My ass quivered at the though of more horny straight dudes busting my ass open and I asked, “So when do we start?” Griz handed his phone to Lex and said, “WE can use this,” he turned to me and said, “Right now whore, let me back up inside you, my dick is getting chilly.” I grunted as his bear dick skidded back in while Lex and Jay looked at the picks on Griz’s phone. “What is this,” Lex asked, “Why are you showing us pictures of a Wonder Bread delivery truck?” Griz kept pumping my ass he replied, “Keep scrolling. Little side project I’ve been working on. Check it out. Just inside the front door there’s two set of curtains on poles that slide back and forth making a little entry hall - same at the back - so you can walk to the middle and out the back without anyone outside seeing anything. Got a couple chairs, TV with built in DVD to run porn, mini-cooler for drinks, restaurants mats – you know those kinds with the holes – all over the floor so you can piss or whatever and let it flow down drain drilled in the middle. I also installed a water tank with a hose, sound proofing, and the best bit – keep scrolling – keep scrolling – stop there – my adjustable fuck bench. See it can rise up or down and has got chains on both ends that keep a whore tied in place. Can’t have the bitches running now can we. Got a couple new girls lined up for some rolling hooking, but hell – why not use it for this whore right here?” Jay laughed, “You’re one sick twisted son of a bitch you know that man?” he said to Griz. Lex just nodded, deep in thought as Griz said, “Got a similar set up in back at the shop too now, back by the dog pit. Hmm….that gives me a… OH FUCK YEAH MILK MY FUCKING DICK YOU SLUTTY PUSSY – FEEL THAT? FEEL THOSE NUTTS FLOODING YOU OUT? HELL YEAH!!” A few hours later, after invites had been posted on Craigslist, Xtube, AdultSpace, and a few other sites, as well as email blasted to all their horse-hung buddies, I found myself sitting naked on the floor of a Wonder Bread truck as it rattled through the city. Griz was standing up by the front door, hanging on as his tow truck driver drove. The guy driving was the one who took my keys to go check on my apartment and made secret plans with me to hook one-on-one and I was anxious to get more of his dick. Jay was with me in the back, stuffing a new pipe, checking his locked boxes of supplies, humming to himself and having a grand old time as he prepared to pimp me out. The truck was parked down Patterson Street NE close to North Capitol. Griz wanted easy access in and out for folks. I didn’t know what time it was, just that it must be late as it was dark out when Jay walked me wrapped up in a blanket out to the truck. The driver pulled the curtain back and was rubbing his dick and I anxiously stood up so I could bend over as I wanted his nutt so bad. I dropped to the floor and grabbed the collar as Jay laughed, “Fuck no bitch. Sit back down. And you – walk your sorry nicca ass right out the back and man the back door. This is business tonight, no freebies.” I rubbed my neck as I asked, “Yeah but the email I saw didn’t say anything about paying? What about Rule #3?” Jay smiled, nodded, “Good bitch, you was listening. Look. Not every hustle is about the RTM cash flow – you know, Right-This-Minute. Sometimes you got to give a taste, make the hook, promise something bigger and better later.” I lit the pipe, put my head back against the side of the truck and shrugged, whatever, I didn’t care – they were the brains, I was just the talent, and my ass was hungry. I had not been empty of dick this long since Jay had raped me in the alley and I needed more cum. The thought of all the raw, dirty, infected dick I had taken made my dick get hard and I rubbed at it before taking another hit. Griz came in back, “OK. Lex will be here in a minute, just texted me. Here find some place to set this, Lex said you’d need it.” Jay took the small white board and the set of markers, smiled, turned the board to me so I could read: _ _ Loads in Whore’s Pussy I inhaled a cloud, smiled back, blew the cloud Jay’s way and said, “Well let’s get this show started. I want so much cum shot up my ass I can taste it.” Lex had stepped through the curtains, the camera pointed my way and said, “For you folks at home you heard him ask for it, so when later he’s begging for us to stop saying he can’t take it anymore, you know what? We won’t, because that’s not what he wants – or needs.” Bent over the fuck bench, chained down, and flying high, I grunted as the first horny BBC of the night mounted me and set the van rocking. He had one of the masks on so all his derogatory comments and verbal abuse were muffled, but between them and his slaps, Lex was loving it and filming it all. “BREED THE BITCH…DUMP THOSE BABIES…CUM IN THERE…DIG THAT SHIT OUT. YOU WANT YOUR MOLLY, SHRED THAT ASS UP…TURN IT OUT BROTHA, MAKE THAT SHIT SQUIRT…HOT PUSSY POCKET JUST WAITING FOR YOU, DON’T BE SHY, SLAM THE FUCK IN THERE…BET YOUR GIRL CAN’T TAKE YOUR HORSE COCK LIKE THAT CAN SHE…” According to the sign I had taken 27 loads from the random, anonymous BBC rapists when I started to complain. That’s right – 27 horned up dudes from the club or street who climbed up into that delivery truck and bred me raw before getting their Molly grab bag and an invite for later. Nasty fuckers! These were not long fucks. Hell, to me most of them barely seemed to pop in my ass before they blew their cum in my sloppy, wet, gushy hole filling me up like a box of Twinkies. I’m sure I could have got more, but things seemed to slow a bit after some crazy woman started banging on the side of the Wonder Bread truck and yelling, “There’s some crazy gay sex shit going on in there! Where’s my man? Where’s he at? I got your phone asshole! DL motha-fucka, get your bait loving ass out here.” Well, at the moment, he was 11 inches deep in my ass and telling Jay, “She wonders why I fuck other pussy? Hear that mouth?” as he continued to take his time and dick me down before loading me up. When he was through Lex distracted the woman at the front while Jay hustled her man out the back. HA! Now, back to the complaining. I was not trying to be difficult and complain on purpose mind you, but the drugs made me sassy as Jay would say and a few shocks from the collar did not placate me so Jay said, “I got something that’ll chill you out,” and held a new pipe up to my mouth and had me inhale long and hard. Whatever that shit was sent my flying like Tinker Bell in Never Land and when Lex said how tweaked out I was he told Griz to, “Go get my man.” Jay sounded concerned, “Look, I know that will be some freak shit and that ass is gaping, but I don’t think he’s ready yet.” Lex laughed, “That’s the whole point. You can’t rape the willing and folks have been paying the biggest money for the vids that show it hurting and rough and its now or never and he is bringing the biggest Pit Bulls he’s got on his fighting team, so we need to be gracious hosts. How about this, you then get to pack it all back in? We good?” The Wonder Bread truck rocked as my next fuck daddy ambled through the curtains and into the back. Greetings were made, Jay had me hit the pipe some more, and I yelped as large nails scarped a series of tracks down the full length of my back, my ass cheeks and then rammed into my hole. Lex narrated, “Folks, you know we have been working this whore hard, but that’s nothing. Right now, right here, you see the KING – the KING DICK – The KING HAMMER – and he’s going to rape fuck that white pussy until it drips red with his 14 inches – yes you heard me, 14 inches that makes even God jealous. You ready?” Jay kneeled by my head, held my face and said, “Here, open your mouth, this is going to get rocky.” The wad of paper towels had barely got shoved in my mouth when the KING lined himself up and using the 27 loads already in me, rammed his HAMMER into my hole. The chains snapped, my body arched, my world spun and it felt like instead of a hammer he was skewering me with a blade. Tops will scoff and say, “You took 11, 12, well 14 is only a couple inches bigger. I have to tell you, that couple of inches can make a world of difference and create a world of hurt, and most dicks that size don’t get brick hard so there’s some give to them. Not KING – he turned my intestines into a nothing but a pig casing for his giant sausage roll. “Damn look at his face? His eyes are rolled back and he’s drooling like he’s having a fit!” Griz said as he kneeled on the floor by my head. Being the pervert that he was he had locked the front door and him, his tow truck driver, and Jay were all watching KING rape my ass while Lex continued to video tape it. KING kept scratching my back and sides with his long nails as he mounted me and while it took him a few minutes to straighten my insides out so he could long dick it, my wet ass made it worth the wait for him. Once he was balls deep he started praising me like I was the fucking second coming of Christ and right then, I was. I was the one sending him to heaven, and sacrificing myself on his wood. “RAPE THAT ASS KING. YOU SAID WE COULDN’T FIND YOU A PUSSY TO TAKE ALL THAT DARK DICK…WHAT DO YOU SAY NOW NICCA? YOU EVER BEEN ABLE TO BALLS DEEP FUCK LIKE THAT? IT’S GRIPPING YOU AIN’T IT…SHIVERING ON THAT DICK…CAUSE IT’S A HUNGRY WHORE PUSSY – SUPER WHORE PUSSY – WHITE QUEEN PUSSY FOR YOU KING…USE THAT NICCA CUM THAT’S UP THERE, FUCK IT DEEPER, THAT’S IT, MAKE THAT WHORE CRY YOUR NAME…MAKE THAT WHORE CRY FOR YOU AND BEG – HEAR THAT KING – BEGGING FOR IT. WHAT YOU GOT KING, TELL THE CAMERA WHAT PACKAGE YOU DELIVERING ON THAT JUMBO 747 WIDE BODIED DICK – FUCKING AIDS NUTT? BLOODY THAT SHIT UP AND CHARGE IT GOOD – FUCKING ANIMAL MAN – FUCKING ANIMAL.” KING was getting close when he screamed at Jay, “HIT ME MAN, FULL CHARGE,” when he asked again Jay shrugged and zapped me, my shock collar pulsing my whole body and sending shocks up into KING’s dick. The freak loved it and went buck wild, and demanded it again. By the time KING started blasting his jet fuel cum into my gut lining I was straining the chains so bad – not to get away – but because I wanted him deeper and to fuck me harder. The rougher he got, the more I needed it. Thankfully he was kind enough to wait until his dick had softened down to a small 9 inches or so before he eased out. KING sighed, scratched me up some more, and let Lex get some close up shots of his covered, slimed dick. While Lex held the camera at the sign Griz laughed, whistled, and said, “Fuck yeah! Dick of death right there. I think that counts for oh, what a good 8 on the chart, but wait. Night’s not over. Stay tuned. – WOOF!” Jay unchained me, handed me a new pipe, and gently wiped the sweat off my face and ran his calloused hands over my body. I expected he would want to get in my ass, but he seemed content just holding me as Lex, Griz and KING talked up front. “Are we going home now?” I asked Jay feeling tired, wired, horned, scorned, used, abused, wanted, and discarded all at the same time. A shake of his head and the packed pipe let me know more was to come so knowing my evil, twisted, Mandingo Masters I hit the clouds hard and by the time we pulled into the lot of Griz’s garage, I was ready to go. More than ready. What ever was in that pipe had me flying high and I was seeing unicorns and Skittles and feeling no pain. There were cars pulling in and guys milling about down to the side and Jay led me in a side door and to a small room. He closed the door, hustled his pants down and slammed inside me. Jay sighed, I moaned, and loved the feel of his hard dick pressing against my guts and pushing all that cum in and out. Griz soon appeared, Jay pulled out with a PLOP and Griz said, “Lift up your arms, you need to put this on.” I looked at what he held and cocked my head – a vest? Griz nodded, “It’s Kevlar. Trust me, you need it.” Once he and Jay had strapped me in he then held up a thick pair of work overalls that had a hole cut in the ass and wiggled his fingers through them. He then had me step into those and zipped it up. Finally he told Jay, “I’ll be back in two minutes. Hit the pipe, time for the show.” When Griz returned, he put a pair of thick gloves on my hands and boots on my feet and then a welders hood over my head, which protected my face, neck, and head. While I could see, it was through layers of grime and dirt. He then jammed three fingers in my ass and rubbed something hot and wet around, and in, my hole. Griz and Jay each took an arm and led me out to an area of the garage. 50-gallon oil drums had been set up in a large circle with metal fencing connecting them. There were men all around the circle – the dog pit - hooting, hollering, flashing cash, smoking, drinking. Griz pushed me into the circle and stood at the gate as I slowly turned. I still didn’t quite know what was happening. I turned back to Griz who had stood aside as the tow truck driver and another guy walked into the circle carrying the fuckbench – or one like it. This was set real low and Griz pointed, so I kneeled on the floor and laid my chest on it. While all the sound was sort of muffled through the welder’s hood, it got suddenly quiet and I turned and had to adjust the hood window with one of my hands so I could see. I started to get up, by the collar shocked me, I dropped back down, my heart racing and my stomach clenched. I needed to run. KING walked into the circle with three GINMORMOUS Pit Bulls on wrist thick chains. He and his pets walked a circle around me and they pulled at the chains as they came near me. I stayed kneeling. The muzzles on their heads did nothing to ease my fear because I could see in their eyes their anger – their hatred – their desire to tear me up. Wait – this was wrong. Why were these dogs walking on two legs sometimes. I shook my head, the pipe high clearly making me see shit. No I was sure, I guess, kind sort of. The ‘dogs’ on his chains were big men, big naked men – not much smaller than KING - with unnaturally long monster dicks swinging back and forth and ball sacks that jutted out farther than normal. They had on Pit Bull rubber masks that covered their heads and neck, large rubber ‘paws’ with long metal claws, on their hands and feet and long rubber tails coming out their asses. Jesus fuck what was this shit? The cheers and yells got louder, KING made another circle and this time with only one dog-man. He stopped in front of me, I looked up, pushed the welder hood back a little, and saw KING smile looking like the devil himself. He casually reached down, unsnapped the chain, and the Pit sprang away from him like he had seen a rabbit. Right – rabbit – fuck that’s me! I tried to spin around, but realized too late what was happening as the first Pit body slammed me against the fuck bench and with practiced ease, knocking the wind out of me. He pinned me under his muscular body, his powerful paws holding me down as his nails tore into the coveralls and found small purchase against the Kevlar vest. I don’t know what Griz had wiped on my hole but the Pit was determined to fuck me. KING walked to my side, I felt his hands shift my legs a little and then HOLY HELL MY ASS WAS ON FIRE! The Pit’s dick jammed into my ass and he started to thrust fuck me like no tomorrow. The crowd roared as the Pit rape fucked me and I could hear howls of laughter and comments like, “FUCK MAN THAT’S GROSS! FUCKED UP – YEAH! KNOT THE BITCH,” and when it felt like he had a knot that really did grow inside me, the Pit ejaculated, and the crowd roared even louder. I was scared, it hurt, but it seemed this Pit was well trained and did his business, slid out, trotted to the side, sat down, lifted his leg and his semi-hard dick and started to lick himself clean. Jay came in the ring, took the hood off, handed me a pipe and as I hit it and breathed the welcomed smoke I could hear Griz pimping me out to the highest freak bidder. Jay grabbed me up, dragged me out of the ring, quickly took me back to the room and said, “Intermission. That was fucking wild and amazing. Jesus. You got me so dam horny, but we just made buck offering your cunt up for a puppy double drop.” With that he stepped out and a guy stepped in with a four legged Pit on a leather leash. The guy unbuttoned his shirt, dropped his pants, and showed me a thick 13 incher. Jesus – where have these guys been hiding? I bent over and said, “No spit, just slam it like the Pit, I need some more Pit juice, you got some for me.” This dude did not have to be asked twice, but surprised me by putting the welder’s hood back on me and barking a few commands as he held me so his little buddy could get a load in first. The guy then used the Pits’ knotty loads as lube so he could add his own to the mix. Several minutes later I was on my back, legs splayed wide, as this big dawg raped me like the bitch I was. Satisfied, he pulled his pants up and left me there, shredded, drippy ass that was desperately hungry now. Jay came back in, I quickly smoked some more, he and Griz walked me back to ring as Griz announced, “YA’LL WANT TO SEE ANOTHER SHOT? KEEP THE BETS COMING. CAN THE WHORE TAKE IT ALL AGAIN OR TAP OUT? THAT CUNT WILL BE PREGGO WITH A LITTER OF PUPPIES FOR SURE – THE ONLY QUESTION IS WILL THEY HAVE FOUR LEGS……OR TWO?” The crowd roared, lots of cheers for FOUR FOUR FOUR echoed through the garage. I didn’t need to be told this time as I kneeled, watched KING stroll around the ring with the second masked Pit and before he bent down to unhook the chain I lifted the welder’s hood up a bit and said, “Come on boy, pphht ppphht – who’s a good boy? Want some white pussy?” The dudes loved that I was talking smack to the Pit, yet the dog-man did not share the humor and as soon as he was unleashed ran, lunged, and this time with no help from KING thrust right in and knotted me up. This time as the Pit pulled out after completing his mission, there was no bidding as before Griz could offer me up KING yelled, “MINE!” and I was dragged to the back where the third and largest of his dog/men was waiting. I happily got on my knees and almost buckled from the weight, and probably would have too if KING had not kneeled in front of me, peeled off the hood, and jammed his rebar dick into my mouth. To prevent his pup from scratching my head up, he held the dog’s paws on my shoulder as they both pumped me from each end. Master and man’s best friend, sharing a whore. Bunch of sick, twisted, mother fuckers for sure. The Pit filled my tank, pulled out, and for this fuck, KING flipped me over, and while holding my legs back slobbered at my hole, lapping up the puppy milk that flowed out. He then angled his dick in and pushed hard, spearing my back and making me cry out in pain before my guts straightened out and he went to town. Mid-rape Lex came in and got some close up shots on the camera. As Lex’s video fades to black, the viewers at home they see a shot of me on the garage floor, my legs held up like a freshly skinned rabbit, with KING and his pups surveying their new bitch that they all had just marked. I had been passed along again and what KING wanted, KING got. Now that he had found and broken in a whore who could satisfy him and his puppy pack, he was not letting me go.

Damn wish I could get pozzed at a testing center.

wouldn't it be hot if Cod was DP'd by Sam and Dad? WOOF!

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.

Jaeger fucked Tanner without cumming for a good fifteen minutes, exploring the depths of his hole with his massive cock until he had Tanned screaming into the palms clasped around his mouth. Jaeger had found Tanner's prostate, and was angling his thrusts to hit it violently till tears ran down Tanner's perfect, jock face. Jaeger reached around to Tanner's captive sack, it was heavy with his unspent sperm, painful to even the slightest touch. Jaeger felt Tanner's hole tighten as he grabbed the boys super sensitive, cum filled balls. "Yes. Good boy...full of sperm" Jaeger said through more sharp thrusts, biting the boys ears. He pulled his dick out from the vacuum of the kids ass. It was coated in thick cum and ass mucus. "Suck me clean" he ordered Tanner immediately complied as one of Bruno's house twinks came out "Everything is ready sir" he said, trying not to make eye contact with his Spanish master. "Good" Jaeger said. "Baby boy, you step in my house you are mine...Yes? You understand? Yes" He gently slapped Tanner who nodded eagerly, mouth still sucking his own ass juices of Jaeger's cock. "Fuck him up" Jaeger said pulling his glistening dick away from Tanner 30 minutes later, Tanner was trussed up in a sling in Jaeger's dungeon. A cocktail of drugs pumped into his veins, a gold collar on around his neck and his perfectly shaved hole exposed and pulsing with heat and desire. As the men of the party filtered into the dark room, I couldn't help but take up a position near the back, I was excited to fuck our prize when he was good and loose and full of sperm. There was thumping music playing as one by one Tanner took cock after cock...no one pulled out and any drop of cum that wasn't deposited in his belly was fed to him from fingers or dicks. He must have had the potent seed of about 30 men before he started to look tired and another dose of Jaeger's special cocktail of drugs hard wired were administered to hard wire him awake. I took up position, and slid without resistance up my conquest's hole. The walls of his ass were thick with cum, it was glorious, no more friction or tightness but perfect, warm folds of jock ass stretched to delight so that you could feel the boy shuddering with every breath. I grabbed his hips, ground up into him and unleashed another hot load up him. "Too fucking good boy" I moaned as Jaeger sauntered through the crowd, smiled at me and motioned for his turn. I pulled out, happy to oblige. No sooner had he got up to the boy then I saw the massive dildo in his hand. This must have been a good 12 inches long and 5 inches thick. He pushed down on Tanner's tight abs and shoved the toy home. Tanner moaned deeply as inch by inch vanished into his teen cunt. Jaeger was pleased and as the final inch disappeared smiled evily. Slowly, he fucked the boy long and hard with that impossible dildo whilst Tanned moaned for more. "Ok" Jaeger said finally He ripped the cum soaked toy out the boys now gaping hole and directed someone near the kids head to shove it down his throat. As the Tanner tried to accommodate the toy in his throat Jaeger did something that nearly made me cum. Before Tanner's gaping pussy could wink itself shut, he casually starting working his fist up the boy, it didn't even take a minute before I swear we all heard the pop as Tanner swallowed the fist...first gay experience and the boy was being fisted, hard! I was so proud. 30 minutes of fisting passed...not once did Jaeger pull out. Finally, when he did, Tanner's gape was so beautiful...like a blossoming rise pulsing with white cum. Jaeger shoved his dick into the warm flower and fucked it back into place until he deposited his own load. Before the night was over Tanner dropped cum from every orifice and glistened with hot sperm. In fact the only person who hasn't cum was Tanner. Having taken eveeone at least once...Jaeger released the boy's clamp, located his prostate in his wrecked hole and milked the boy for neg load after neg load till he was spent. "Next time you shoot boy, you'll be family" Jaeger said...as I watched I couldn't help but hope he'd share my genes...but we wouldn't know who was the lucky daddy for a while...

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

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…

Some may find it fascinating that I hold a part time job working with/ being legendary fictional characters during the holiday seasons, but it really is just a job and interacting with the children is fun. Let me state however I have no interest in my young guest, beyond entertaining them and giving them fond memories of Christmas and Easter to take into their adult lives. Of course it also gives me ample opportunity to observe their hot dads and college aged brothers with some anonymity, sometimes even being able to flirt with them without raising suspicion. But I digress today’s story is not about a customer but rather a co-worker I got the text in mid-February asking if I wanted to work late march through mid-April as a bunny. I hadn’t had much luck landing a more full time job so i jumped at the opportunity. Several text passed back and forth concerning availability and such, and a date was set first for filling out paperwork, and then training/orientation. I showed up at the appointed time to fill out the required work documents i.e. application, background check, I9, and W4. Upon arriving I noticed a handsome young man was already there already filling out his paperwork, I grabbed the required forms and took a seat to fill them out, but noticed the young man repeatedly looking in my direction, almost actually catching him staring. He finished his paperwork and our manager checked it over, adding her signature in the required places and checking his id and such for authentication. She then had him try on the bunny suit to make sure he knew how to put it on and to make sure it fit (it’s pretty much one size fits most). I noticed he hung around after trying on the suit and introduced himself to me after our manager went over my paper work and I was about to leave “Hi, I’m Jake, guess were both going to be bunnies” “Yeah, I guess that means we won’t be working together much” “What you mean?” “Well at best you’ll be coming on as I’m leaving, unless I get called in as a helper” “Oh, I never thought about that, maybe I’ll get called in as a helper when you’re working” “Maybe” Jake looked kind of dejected then told me he had to get to his other part time job. I had guessed Jake to be about 18 or 19 based on his comments to our manager about the background check that we all were required to have done. His comment was “background check? I have no background I just graduated last June, I haven’t had time to get a background” Through some snooping I found out he was a college freshmen and possibly gay or bi. The season progressed and sure enough I was usually scheduled on the opening shift and Jake on the closing so we always missed each other by 3-4 hours. Then one evening I got a text message from one of the helpers asking if I could cover their closing shift, since they were feeling ill. I texted back sure thing will do not even checking the schedule. I arrived at 4:30 and started the shift at 5 with a tired and sweaty bunny sitting on the bench, I was on register and it was actually quite busy, but it was late in the season and people only had a few days left to get their pictures taken. At about 5:30 Jake walked up to get the key to the changing area, his face breaking into a big grin when he realized I was cashiering, I handed him the keys casually brushing his hand in doing so. He went off to change into the second bunny suit while I continued to check our guest out. At the appointed time the assistant manager we were working with escorted the current bunny away and about 5 minutes later a new bunny appeared, the children had no clue that this was a different bunny but I knew it was Jake. For the next 3 hours Jake was a good bunny and entertained all the children who came to get their photos taken with the Easter bunny. I did notice he seemed to get more animate when I happened to be involved in getting the children to smile and look good in the photos. Now the bunny suit is kind of bulky and you really can’t see much through the mouth opening/ visual hole in the bunnies head but I swear I saw him smiling at me on more than one occasion. Not to mention a bulge seem to appear quite often in the lower regions, hence Jake didn’t stand up much to stretch. The crowds thinned out as 9 o’clock neared and as the shifts ended and the stores closed up for the night, I offered to escort the bunny back to the changing room. We wandered towards the mall tunnel and once inside the hallway enclosure assisted Jake to remove the head. Jake brushed up against me and I could feel his hard on through the suit. I held the head in one arm and finished escorting him down to the storage room which served as our dressing room. I made sure to make sure that I locked the door behind us. As Jake stripped out of the costume, his hard on never subsiding he kept up friendly banter with me. He stepped out of the curtained area wearing a tank top and basketball shorts, which showed a promising tent. He checked his phone then exclaimed “Shit damn it” “What’s wrong?” “My boyfriend can’t pick me up, he’s working late” “You live far?” “Well not too far” “So, you have a boyfriend? Guess that makes you gay eh?” “Thought you knew that, I sort of came on to you a couple weeks back” “Oh I notice, just wasn’t sure on how you swung” I could see he was still very sweaty, the perspiration still beading on his almost hairless chest, I could almost smell his boy funk from just a few feet away as he approached me pressing his sweaty body up to mine and his hard on into my thigh, he leaned in and kissed me passionately his tongue snaking between my lips “Does that tell you which way I swing?” “Well yeah, you want me to return the key for you, in your condition it could be embarrassing” He looked down and laughed “Oh that, give me a few away from you daddy and it’ll go down” We both laughed and I agreed to meet him near the sears mall entrance, he must have run back to the set as he was at the mall entrance shortly after I arrived “Let’s go sexy, I can’t wait to get you alone” “Ah, my cars this way” I lead him to my car, and popped the locks, he climbed in, I got in, he resumed the kissing while unbuttoning my shirt and running his hands across my furry pectorals “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” “Yeah but he’s probably fondling some twink he works with, we have a understanding” “And that would be? “Well that we loved each other, but that the physical is just sex” “It doesn’t make you jealous that he out having physical activities with another guy? “Well sort of, but so am I, we are both sexual creatures with high drives, although I sometimes do it to get back at him lol” “So I’d just be a revenge fuck?” “Well sort of, but right now you’re my ride home” “Oh, ok” I started the engine and steered the car out of the garage and onto the main though fare, Jake reached over several times during the trip and groped my bulge and took my hand and placed it on his. As we pulled off the main hi-way and onto a rural road he lifted the center console and began giving me road head, his sweet lips and tongue felt great on my shaft but I feared I’d lose control if he got me too close, and I wasn’t familiar with the roadway. “Do you have condoms” “why should I need them” “Well I have a feeling this may progress beyond a bow job” “I was hoping it would” “Jake I have to be honest with you” “I want you to fuck me Daddy, I want you to breed me” “Jake you’re a sweet guy but I’m POZ” “I was hoping you were” “It doesn’t bother you?” “Naw, it actually excites me, I came across a website my boyfriend frequents about guys like you fucking guys like me, giving me the gift to pass on to him” “You want me to Poz your hole, so you can Poz his?” “Yeah, I know he’s already chasing and I want to be the one to do it for him” “You love him that much?” “Yeah I do I want to spend the rest of my life with him, fucking daddies and sons “ As we pulled up to his bungalow, he invited me in, I fastened my pants and followed him to the front door. Moments later we were in the living room fondling and kissing each other, his kisses moved around to nibbling on my neck and ear lobes as I began to work those lightly furred nipples on his otherwise hairless chest. His boy musk was almost overwhelming as my cock became rock hard, began licking his body concentrating on his pits and chest, he was delicious and tasted like a boy is supposed to taste, free of perfumes natural fresh sweat, he admitted he didn’t use any deodorant but had showered well before coming to work. The thought of climbing into the bunny suit in the morning with his man musk still inside excited me and I caressed and licked his body more, I worked my hands down into his shorts and realized he had been wearing a jock his whole stint in the costume, I pulled down the shorts to reveal a AC trophy boy jock fully filled. He had been caressing my body and working his hands on my cock and hole, I now flipped him around and began rimming his sweet rosebud, it tasted like it may have had a hot load planted in it before he came to work, and loosened up nicely to my invading tongue and fingers. I batted his hand away from his cock, I had other plans for that, I stood up and spit on my cock then pressed it to his winking orifice, I pushed in in a single stroke burying my cock in his tight’ish butt I pulled out and fingered his hole some more scraping the sides with my nails, this might be my only chance with this prime stud I wanted to make claim to his hole. I pulled out my fingers after roughly fingering, to see small traces of blood on my nails, I slid my cock back into the boy to his protest of how much it hurt I started out slow but soon built to a rapid crescendo of fucking Jake “Oh yeah fuck me, fuck my boy butt, oh yeah deposit your toxic seed in my hole, oh yeah Poz me up, give me your toxic babies” He chanted and spurred me on till I blasted a huge load deep in his intestine then fucked him some more, when I pulled out y cock was coated in sperm, blood and ass juice which he quickly spun around and cleaned off with his tongue After breeding my co-worker he then began making out with me again thanking me between kisses for my gift, he was still rock hard as I guided it to my hole after sucking on it, it was leaking precum like a faucet so I rubbed it up and down my crack focusing it on my hole before I pushed back on his rigid member impaling myself and feeling the large cock slide into my neither regions. He took the hint quickly and began his revenge on my hole fucking me almost as savagely as I had fucked him. He shot his load quickly, too quickly for my taste but then again I had been edging him on for over an hour now and he was already on the verge when I shoved it into my hole. We kicked back after he came then he invited me to shower with him to wash off the sweat and sex. While we were in the shower together His boyfriend came home and seeing our clothes on the floor and hearing the shower running stripped down with the boy he had brought with him and began jerking off to the sounds of our cleaning and love making in the shower. By the end of the washing I was hard again so I slide my cock back into Jakes soapy hole and fucked him some more working my previous load deeper. He turned off the shower and reached around to grab a towel with full intention of moving the action back to the other room. We entered the living room to his 36yo boyfriend and an early twenties twink beating off together, I walked over to the twink and planted my ass on his cock while Jake impaled himself on his boyfriend, allowing them to bust their nuts deep inside us, we then flipped them and I began fucking the twink as Jake plowed his boyfriend with possibly one of his last negative loads. As I pumped into the twink I whispered into his ear “Where do you want it stud” “Seed my hole daddy” “So you want my toxic load in you stud” “Yes daddy breed me with your” it suddenly hit him what I had asked as he began to push my cock out only causing me to fire my load inside him “Too late now I’ve already shot” at which he stopped resisting and allowed me to fuck him even deeper “Daddy fuck me more” Will, Jake’s boyfriend overhearing I had just pozzed his latest boy toy grunted and squeezed the cock in his ass causing Jake to seed his man. After we all came down from our sexual orgasms Jake introduced me to his boyfriend as the other bunny from the set “Gosh that explains why I found you guys fucking like rabbits when I brought my co-worker over for a beer” We all laughed at his joke and I exchanged numbers with the twink

Don't know what it is, but there's an area in Orlando where I seem to get fucked by hot, hung black dudes more than any other (all I'll say is Hiawassee). Met a hot black dude off a4a, drove to his "spot" and walked into a wooded area. He immediately dropped his basketball shorts, grabbed my head and pushed it to his dick. Taking the hint I started licking and sucking his awesome 9" dick. After about five minutes or so he picks me up and brings me back to my car. Pissed, thinking that's all we were doing ... nope. He bent me over the hood of my car and rimmed me for a good 20 minutes or so. I was so fucking nervous as my car was out in the open at the entrance of woods; luckily it was dark so hopefully no one saw! He spat on my ass and his dick and slid in raw. Fucked me good and hard ... got real rough toward the end and he deposited his load deep in my guts. This from a "safe only" guy on a4a.

Part 4 Tad watched in horror as Willie pulled the biker's train of chain rape. One man after another took his place at the boy's mouth or between his legs as they chose. As they waited for their turns at Willie's unwilling body, many of the bikers stripped off their shirts and pants and wore only their boots or vests or motorcycle caps. Some wore harnesses which crisscrossed their massive hairy chests with leather straps or metal chains. Some wore cockrings or ball harnesses or both. Some had pierced nipples or pricks or both. Each man was different in his way but all were alike in that their bodies were unwashed and their pricks were primed and ready for rape. Tad barely felt the roaming hands of Wolf and his two companions as they groped his body unmercifully. The only time he groaned was when they touched his groin and he wished that they would just leave him alone. But they had not gone to join the fun with Willie but remained at Tad's table to torment him with what was to come. As they touched his crotch they asked him how he liked it and if what was happening to Willie looked good. They whispered in his ears that his time was coming soon and that they were going to fuck him really good. As the forth or fifth man took his place between Willie's legs and yet another biker came in his mouth, there came a loud thumping on the tavern door. For a moment every man in the room froze, even the two raping Willie, as the one thought "POLICE" flashed through their minds. "Open up! It's Piston and Reb," a gruff voice came through the door and every man let out his breath and relaxed. As Crank opened the door, the rapists went back to their fucking business and the lines started forming as before. Piston and Red stepped into the tavern and looked at the gang rape with disgust. "You mother fuckers started without us," the dirty blond, Piston, complained. "Quit your fucking bellyaching, he ain't pulled the first train yet," Crank replied. "The fucker's just starting to warm up." Reb wasted no time shedding most of his clothes before getting on line to rape Willie's mouth. As he waited, he rubbed one hand over his small hairy chest, while with the other he stroked his puny prick to get himself primed and ready for his turn. "Come on, Piston," he called cheerily to his boyfriend, "you don't want to miss the fun." "Got fucking business," Piston replied sulkily as he ambled over to Wolf's table to report to the gang leader on his mission with the car. "What did you do with it, Piston," Wolf asked the big blond biker as he approached the table. "Took it to the junkyard, Wolf," he replied in a respectfully disgruntled tone, "it will be on its way to three fucking states by tomorrow. The fucking cops will never find it no matter how hard they look." "A-fucking-one!" Wolf congratulated him and Piston's chest swelled just a little with pride. "Thanks, Wolf," Piston's tone was slightly mollified, "guess I'll go get on line for some fucking ass. The shit's going to be fucking sloppy by the time I get to him." "That fucking train has left the station, Piston," Wolf laughed, "you don't want sloppy seconds when you can be first on board. Join me. You can be the first man on the train, when this fucking engine leaves the station." Piston was all smiles as he nodded his thanks and took the seat on the other side of Tad. The blond biker looked at Tad as he lay with his cheek pressed against the table and his eyes screwed tightly closed. "What's the fucking matter with him," Piston asked as Tad groaned when the biker but his hand on the teenager's thigh, "he looks like he's been hard used?" "I had to bust his fucking balls, just to get his attention," Wolf put his hand on Tad's other thigh and the boy groaned again. "I think he's learned his fucking lesson and will do what he's fucking told." "Mind if I try him out, Wolf," Piston asked with a voice edged with excitement. "Go ahead, just keep your prick in your fucking pants," Wolf conditionally replied, "he ain't ready to leave the station yet." "Sit up," Piston commanded Tad, "let's see if you've learned your fucking lesson." Tad unscrewed his eyes and looked at Piston in bewilderment. The pain befuddled teenager seemed to recognize the dirty blond giant from some where though he could not remember exactly where that was. He did distinctly remember Wolf's crippling punch between his legs as his balls still ached from that awful blow. He tried to raise his head from the table and felt a sharp piercing pain stab from his nuts through his loins to his back. He put both his palms flat on the table and pushed himself up by his arms as he bit his lip to keep from screaming with the pain. "Good boy," Piston praised Tad as if he were a puppy sitting up for a doggie treat, "what's your name?" "Tad...Sir," The teenager gasped between waves of nausea. "Good Tad," Piston praised the teenager again and the boy half expected to be given a treat, "Now Tad put your hands behind your back and let the boys hold your arms, then spread your legs real wide so Wolf and me can feel you up." Tad with a sinking heart knew that he must obey. To beg for mercy would be a waste of time and would probably only anger his tormentors. Neither Wolf nor Piston nor the two brawny bikers standing behind his chair knew anything about mercy. They were interested in only two things, pleasing themselves and torturing him. To fight was to invite another bruising of his testicles. He could not win and would only suffer more. To comply was the only road to follow and that road did not lead to safety but to rape. Tad put his arms behind him and the two brawny bikers each put a hand to one of his wrists. Tad slowly spread his knees apart and held his breath in anticipation of his tormentors first caress. Piston with a wicked grin slid his hand from the top of Tad's thigh to the inside of his leg. He felt the boy's muscles tremble beneath his fingers and watched with excitement the look of anguish on the teenager's handsome face. Piston's cruel mouth opened slightly and his thick tongue slid out and curled up over his top lip as he slid his hand from Tad's inner thigh and cupped the boy's crotch. Tad flinched, his legs jerked and he drew back from Piston's cruel touch. "What's the matter, fuck meat," Wolf snarled as he saw Tad recoil, "ain't Piston your type? Don't you like big, blond, fucking bikers or are you too fucking good for shit like us?" "No, please," Tad protested as he twisted around to look at Wolf and felt a stabbing pain in his nuts, "I couldn't help it. I'm just so sore." "Then tell Piston your sorry," Wolf's command carried and unspoken threat, "and ask him really nice to grope you." "Please, sir," Tad almost wept with humiliation as he spoke to the leering blond biker, "I'm sorry. Please grope me. Please, sir, touch me down there." Piston ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip and leered at Tad through half-closed eyes. "Show Piston that you like him," Wolf suggested forcefully, "Kiss him and give him a lot of fucking tongue." As Piston opened his mouth and leaned in closer to Tad, he squeezed the tender bulge in the crotch of the teenager's gray flannel slacks. Tad opened his mouth to scream as the biker mauled his tender crotch and Piston clamped his mouth over Tad's lips. Tad tried to pull away but the two bikers behind him held his neck and head and forced him into Piston's lewd embrace. Tad had no choice but to accept the bikers hard, hot tongue into his unwilling mouth. As Piston's warm hard muscle invaded the teenager's mouth, he tasted beer, cigarettes and decaying teeth. Tad tried hard not to swallow the hot saliva that poured from the biker's mouth into his nor to move his tongue in response to the biker's probing muscle. "Give him tongue, asshole," Wolf ordered Tad when he saw the boy was not responding to Piston's sloppy kiss. Tad whimpered and swallowed the foul juices the blond biker had deposited in his mouth and tentatively moved his tongue. Piston responded by pressing his mouth into Tad's with such force that his teeth slid between the boy's and forced the teenager to take even more of his foul tongue. The blond biker held the struggling teenager for several minutes in a fierce embrace while using his tongue as a weapon to rape Tad's mouth and throat. When at last Piston broke his violent kiss, they were both gasping for air and sweating like pigs. "Hog and Bull," Wolf addressed the two bikers standing behind Tad's chair, "I ain't waiting any longer. It's time for this little fucking engine to pull the fucking train." Hog grunted and Bull snorted their eager assent. "Hog and Bull, you boys get him up and strip him," Wolf gave his orders as he rose from the table to start pulling off his clothes, "Piston, you bust his fucking cherry and make sure that it fucking hurts." "No! Please," Tad protested as Hog and Bull dragged him to his feet. "Shut up!" Piston snapped as he rose from his seat to backhand Tad across the face. The blow stunned the teenager who fell back into the arms of Hog and Bull. The two bikers caught him and started tearing at his clothes. The two bullies quickly tore the teenager's button-down shirt to shreds while Piston tore at his belt and the button on his pants. Hog ripped the white tee shirt from Tad's chest and back as Bull and Piston stripped the boy's gray flannel trousers from his legs. Tad tried to struggle but did not have a chance. Bull pulled the shoes from his feet, while Piston tore off his underpants. In less then two minutes Tad was naked and trapped inside a circle of four horny, brawny men.