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The twink who responded to my Grindr profile was just right. Early 20sish, preppy, safe-only, bottom. I told him I my roommates were having a house party so there might be a little noise outside the room while we were together; I just didn't let him know he'd be the guest of honor soon enough. I led him through my crowd of friends, who were making cat calls, dicking around, drinking beer, being cheerful assholes. As soon as I had him in the bedroom i immediately had him against a wall and was kissing him fiercely. He was a little tense at first, but he relaxed into it soon enough. Soon enough we were both naked, with him lying face down on the bed while I ate his ass. You could tell he loved the idea of a strong older guy pinning him down and using him hard, and he was quickly moaning like a bitch in heat. My cock was rock hard anticipating dropping my load in this I turned him over so I could keep eating his ass, him sprawled out flat on the bed writhing on my tongue, me putting just enough baby oil on my cock to make this an easy entry. Kissing my way up his back, I lined my cock up with his hole and teased his asshole. His hands immediately sprang for the condoms he had placed by the bedside, but I found my mark and slid half way into him. "Condoms!" he hollered while putting up a struggle to get out from under me, but I was stronger. "Shh, baby, don't worry, we'll use one," I said while sliding even deeper into his silky hole, which was spasming like mad around my dick. He didn't let up the struggle; I had to put my hand over his mouth to keep his from screaming and held him down while I pulled a little before sliding all the way in to the hilt. When he tried to bite my hand I slapped him hard on his face and told him he'd regret trying that again. As he continued to struggle, I punch fucked him a few times and made it clear he needed to settle down if he wanted me to be any gentler. He slowly subsided, clearly panicked but also doing his best to adjust to me in him. I settled into a rhythm, alternating between slow and fast strokes while his resistance to what I was doing faded. He was clearly hating himself for starting to enjoy it. After 10 minutes of that his ass was open and taking it without a problem. At this point I pulled out of him so that I could turn him over and do him missionary-style. I like to look in their eyes when I fill them. As soon as I did, he was reaching for the condoms again and pleading with me to put one on now. I took the condom wrapper from him, kissed him deeply, and positioned my cock at his ass again but wasn't quite able to slide in. In this position he had more leverage to fight me. So I quickly tore the damn thing open, rolled it about an inch and a half down my dick and put some more baby oil on it. He relaxed a lot after that and I slid into his ass easily. I managed to fuck the condom off and into him in about 30 seconds. He was begging for my dick now, telling me how good it felt. This bitch talked too much: I kissed him to shut him up while I held his arms up by his sides so he couldn't jerk his cock or investigate about the condom. Of course, after about five minutes he asked me if it was still there. I just told him "yes." I was so fucking close now; I pulled my face up to his, looked in his eyes and told him that his ass was on the verge of making me cum. He got another panicked look and asked me again to pull out. "Don't worry baby, I won't cum in..." but the sentence trailed off as I felt myself go over the edge. With a triumphant roar, I thrust in him as hard as I could as I shot jet after jet of cum in his ass. "Fuck, fuck, did you just cum?" he asked, panicked. Instead of answering, I slowly let my dick slide out of his ass, clearly bare, and a thick stream of my cum immediately flowed out. "What the fuck?" he cried, but before he had any further time to respond the bedroom door opened and my boyfriend Manuel walked in (We had arranged for him to walk in right after I came ahead of time). "What's going on in here, boys?" he asked with a giant shit-eating grin on his face. The twink was struggling to get off the bed, but I held his arms down again and said to Manuel, "Look at the gift this little slut just got!" Manuel wasted no time in grabbing and holding up the boy's legs while I held down his flailing arms. "Wow! You let him drop his load in you? What a fucking little whore!" The boy was starting to cry and whimper a bit at this point. Manuel bent his head down and felched some of the cum out of his ass, then licked the cum across the boy's (very hard) dick. "Look at how stiff he is! He must have fucking been begging you for it!" He stripped off his shirt and jeans in a heartbeat. "Well if you like it so much, I get another big dick with a six-day load for you." The boy pleaded with him to put on a condom. "Why? You're clearly a cum slut. I'm not putting on a condom if he didn't have to." "But he raped me!" "Then why is your cock sticking up like a flagpole?" Manuel asked, slowly tonguing the kid's dick up and down while he let out an involuntary gasp. "That's right, bitch. Rape is only if you don't want it! Hey, I have an idea, George." (Here he was referring to me). "Go get one of the guys from the other room, since they're too lazy to come see where the real entertainment is." After a minute I returned with James, a hulking 6'2 former college linebacker. Manuel released the kid and laid down on the bed, cock pointed upward. The kid tried to make a break for it, but there wasn't any getting past us. "You boys help me lower our guest onto my dick so he can experience what it's like to be a cowgirl!" Now the boy was trying to plead with James to be saved from this, but course he knew it was hopeless. I got some rope from the dresser, and together we tied up his arms and then slung the rope up on one of the sling hooks on the ceiling so that his ass was hovering over Manuel's dick. I manned the rope, slowly slackening while James and Manuel worked together to make sure the kid's ass came in line with Manuel's eager rod. While he was still struggling, he was fighting both us and gravity as Manuel's cock met his open hole and then slid in. Manuel's dick is longer and thinner than mine, so at one point the tip came into contact with what I hadn't opened up yet and the boy let out a yelp and tried to jerk up, but remained impaled. "Oh, fuck, I can feel your load dropping from his ass down my cock. Fuck this boy's ass is amazing. Keep riding me, slut." With some prodding, the boy bounced up and down on his dick but kept hitting the spot he couldn't seem to slide past where his ass was still tight and welping. Manuel grabbed his waist, halting the bouncing motion before sliding all the way out beneath him, with out help. "You should see this ass, my friends. It stays open to welcome me back in." With that he positioned his cock and very slowly slid the boy all the way back down his cock again. When he hit the resistance point, he held the boy's waist to keep from jumping off and throbbed his dick several times inside the boy's ass, widening it before the boy slid the remaining length and he was fully impaled. The boy looked resigned, dejected and fucking adorable. Manuel started fucking him with short, deep strokes. At one point he even promised the kid that if he could bring him off within five minutes he wouldn't cum inside the boy. Of course he said this with one of his patented, sardonic "We both know I'm lying" looks, but damned if the boy didn't work for it. Actually, after about four and a half minutes Manuel began tensing up, and in a few more seconds he issued out something that sounded like a prayer in Spanish and slammed in, his balls throbbing as he unloaded his jizz. Then he fell backwards on the bed, contented. After I untied the boy's arms, Manuel told him: "Hey boy, come lick your ass off my dick!" Now the boy was complying without putting up a fuss, and bent over to take the dick in his mouth. This gave James the opportunity to line his absolutely massive dick up with his ass, and slowly pushed in. You could hear him groaning but not really trying to fight it. "This boy is tight as a fucking virgin!" James said, thrusting in inch by inch using small thrusts. We both laughed at the implied insult; we all had impressive cocks; James just had a third leg. "This isn't going to work. Let's change positions." He slid out, which made the boy seem almost to deflate. Then he flipped him over on the edge of the bed in a missionary style position before thrusting back into him. I could see several blots of cum on the carpet and bedsheets from where it had leaked out of the boy's ass (small price to pay). James then wrapped his arms around him and stood up, so that the boy had to put his legs around James while being driven down further on his dick. James began bouncing the boy while kissing his mouth. Actually, more like fucking his mouth with his tongue. In that standing position, while the boy bounced on him over and over, James began taking slow steps out of the bedroom. This was the kind of funny, strange thing James likes to do. Heading back out through the hall and to the living room, he announced to the eight other guys, "Hey boys, I got me a new ornament for my Christmas tree!" There were many cheers, and a few chuckles. James forced the boy's back against a wall and began doing his dammedest to squeeze every last inch of his dick into they boy's insides. A few other guys and I pulled out our cell phones to take videos of the event. "Ready for your third poz load of the night?" James announced, more to the room. Another cheer went up as his eyes rolled back in this head and he let loose what was almost certainly the biggest load of the night. Another of the guys (Hector) managed to get his mouth under the boys ass and began lapping up the stream of cum that managed to drop down. That's when James, who was still nearly balls deep in the boy, got that relaxed look on his face that told me I needed to take immediate action. "James, goddammit, if one drop of the piss your flushing him with ends up on my floor..." James cheerily flipped me the bird and walked the boy to the restroom, never exiting him. A few minutes later, the boy reemerged looking a little more invigorated but also kind of fuzzy; I figured James probably gave him a little 'party favor' to keep him up. That's when the full-on frenzy started. While one guy hauled the boy against the arm of the couch, lifted a leg and started power fucking him, another one sucked the boy's dick while yet another had the boy suck his dick. After the guy behind came, they switched so that the boy was on his back while he ate one guy's ass. My pal Joey saw this as an opportunity to ride the boy's dick, which he guided into himself with practiced ease and began bouncing on him again and again. You could hear the boy moaning in pleasure even while he was eating the ass, and it wasn't long before he was filling Joey's guts with his last neg load. Joey then pushed the other guy off, took his own place at the boy's face and had him felch his own load before telling him "Welcome to the club, kid!" After having cum, the boy seemed even more out of it, the way bottoms sometimes do after they shoot, but that didn't stop anyone. Two more guys took their turns, with one fucking Joey from a seated position on the couch while the other managed to wedge his dick alongside his friends from a kneeling position. The double fucking was entertaining, but neither one was able to cum that way and soon the boy was face-down in the pillows while they took turns fucking him from behind until each one dropped their load. Manuel and I set up the sling in the bedroom, and soon one guy was hard fucking him while another was dropping a load of piss down his throat, with warnings about what would happen if he failed to swallow any of it. Hector took a turn at his ass, using his Prince Albert to stimulate the boy in a way that seemed like it hurt but was turning him back on. A guy named Carl shot his load across Hector's dick before Hector plunged it back in, eventually howling like a crazy man when he came. At one point about five different guys gave the boy a piss bukkake in the shower while Joey fucked him from behind. All in all he probably took about 15-20 loads. Finally the night wound down and people made their exits. After they left, we capped things off by me fucking the boy while Manuel rode his dick. The boy's second orgasm of the night drenched Manuel's insides, and I let loose my own second load. Exhausted, the boy fell asleep sandwiched between us, and that's how we ended up spending the night and early morning. In the morning, we revealed another special surprise: a leather choker (the kind that locks). Initially he didn't want to put it on, but it didn't take much convincing (or threatening) after the previous night. After we fitted him with it, we informed him that until we chose to unlock it, he was our slave. He weakly protested that he wanted to go home. But of course, he was home. His new home. And we had other plans for him that day.

I arrived a little early and ordered a blended frozen coffee beverage, he smile at me when he handed it across the counter. I sat and waited, he left the counter area and went into the back, to clock out I presumed, he came back out sans apron and walked to the exit, motioning for me to follow. I walked him to my car, and we climbed in. we sat in silence for a few moments while I started the car and pulled out of the lot, then he burst out “I’m so sorry I have been ignoring you these past weeks, I was sick last week, I really meant to text you” “Uh huh, so?” “Daddy I have been such an idiot, I was scared and excited when we met, I had so many emotions running through me, when I left your place” “Uh huh, so you saying you want another chance to be my boy?” “Yes daddy, please give me another chance” “I don’t know, you treated me like I was a toy, to be cast aside and forgotten when the novelty wore off” “No daddy I was scared, confused, you treated me like a prince and I didn’t think I was worthy” We were almost to my place, and he laid his head on my shoulder, I pulled in and parked, it would be about an hour before my partner would arrive home from work, time enough to find out what Jake really wanted and perhaps breed him again. I lead him to the kitchen where I deposited my beverage and grabbed the oral-quick test kit, I swabbed the inside of his cheek as per the directions then set the swab to the side, he came up to me and we began making out then I stopped him “You hungry, I was about to make dinner for myself and Jose, my partner, and you said you wanted to talk, not fuck” I was just teasing him, for I had every intention to fuck his sweet ass, but I wanted to see him sweat a little. I pulled out a pork roast, which I had marinating in the refrigerator and placed it in a baking dish, having turned on the oven when we entered I then slid the dish into the oven, turning back to Jake, I saw him looking at the swab “Oh FUCK, you really did it, you pozzed me, you really POZZED me” “Wasn’t that the whole idea of me pumping you full of my toxic seed?” Jake looked devastated, the game he had been playing just became reality “But I didn’t think you’d actually POZ me, all the other loads I’ve taken have never converted me, but yours did” “I told you I had a toxic load and asked you if you were sure you wanted it, didn’t I” “Yes daddy, it’s just I’ve heard that line before and nothing ever really happened before” I pulled out some vegetables from the freezer and placed them in a pot and turned it on low, turning to Jake again, I pulled him into me, and hugging him to reassure him he was not alone in this new journey. We started to make out again, he ground his evident hard-on into my groin causing my cock to fill out and stiffen “I really am you POZ son now aren’t I?” “Yes you are, my little flower” He went back to kissing me and pressing his need into my thigh, I reached down and unbuttoned his pants and eased the zipper down, his pants fell to his ankles exposing his cute AC briefs, and his naked ass, which hung out the back of the sexy apparel. I let him unbutton my fly and ease my zipper down allowing my shorts to fall exposing my stiffening cock as I had gone commando, in anticipation of his carnal needs. He had a large wet spot on the front of his briefs and I knelt down and began sucking on his tool through the flimsy fabric, soon peeling the backless briefs down exposing his hardness and his drooling cock. I licked his precum away from his dick and deep throated all 7.5 inches to the base before standing up and deep kissing him to share his taste with him. “I know you say bottom on your profiles but now is the time you learn to share your gift with others, starting with me” I turned around and guided his drooling stiff cock to my hole and impaled myself on the boy, eliciting a gasp as he sank balls deep in my mancunt “Don’t rush it, I know you’re close but make it last, slow down if you must, but make it last, make love to my ass” Jake worked his cock into my hole slowly at first then sped up then slowed down again, alternating his speed to control the urge to blast my hole with his newly charged venom. He was so involved in making the fuck last he never heard the front door open and close, or Jose drop his clothes behind him and slide up with his hard cock pointing at Jakes sweet hole. Jose wrapped his arms around Jake as his cock slid between the boy’s cheeks and up to his back door drooling copious amounts of precum onto the opening, allowing the boy’s own fucking motions to work the large head into his hole, upon breaching the outer ring Jose pushed the remaining 8 inches deep, fighting to gain control of his rapidly approaching orgasm. Jose didn’t last long and was soon filling Jake with his negative load, triggering Jake to fill me with his first Poz load. I had Jake clean off Jose’s cock and handed off cooking duties to Jose, while I took Jake into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I had him eat the cum from my ass, cleaning my hole , then I turned him around and slid my cock into his cum lubed hole and started pumping, pulling him up into a kiss to taste his cum and my ass juices on his lips, I pumped him hard blasting my dirty seed to mix with my partners negative semen. “You’re my cum bitch now, and I expect to see you regularly, for your training to be my boy toy” I hugged him forcefully as he cried in my arms, the realization that the chasing was through, or so he thought

Part 7 - Beast He was hard again in no time, and I couldn’t take anywhere near all of it in my throat, so I wrapped a hand around the base and jacked him off as I sucked him. His hands were on top of my head, urging me on, pushing me down, helping me take more and more of it in. He was gentle, a lot more so than I expected. Part of me wished he wouldn’t be. As I sucked his dick, I imagined him pinning me down and forcing himself down my throat, hands wrapped round my neck, not caring if he hurt me. It didn’t happen, fortunately, but by the time he pulled me off his dick, he’d managed to get me swallowing more than half of it, maybe even more than two thirds. When he pulled me off, it was to firstly raise the bullet to my nose and give me another hit, which I took happily. He gave himself another hit to then pulled me into his lap, with his cock rubbing against my hole. He pulled me in close. “Bet Lee’s cock felt real good, didn’t it?” He whispered in my ear. I nodded frantically. He looked over to Lee, and I did too. He was sat on Ian’s face, with the unknown black guys dick in his mouth, jacking himself off. “It’s a pretty nice cock, for a white boy.” Denny continued. “But I bet that ass of yours is hungry for more, isn’t it? You ready to feel a real man’s cock, Oz?” Without skipping a beat, I responded. “Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, please fuck me, please.” I pushed my ass against his dick as I did. It felt so big against me that I wasn’t sure how I’d be able to take it, but if I could manage Lee’s, I’d manage this. Denny laughed. “Good boy, know’s how to beg for it. Here...” He held my hips, and I felt him lining up his dick with my hole, then a shattering feeling went through me as he pushed the tip in. “No need to rush. You’re in control, Oz. For now, at least.” He held me still, but didn’t push any further into me. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I started moving myself very slowly downwards. The drugs made me feel like Lee’s dick was designed to fit in my ass, but Denny’s was so much larger, that even in my state, it was difficult. I bit my lip and dug my fingers into Denny’s shoulders as I moved up and down on the few inches of his cock I’d managed to take. I doubted it felt that great for Denny, but that cocky grin didn’t leave his face. Eventually, he stopped, and waved to his friend who’s name I didn’t know. “Come give us a hand, Don?” He asked. Don was still standing with his cock in front of Lee’s face, but Lee had been neglecting him in favour of fucking Ian’s throat, which was clearly very distracting. Don smiled when he was called, and came over, grabbing a bottle of lube as he went. He knelt down behind us and started coating Denny’s cock in lube. Then I felt his hand on my ass as several fingers were roughly shoved into my hole, coating the walls in lube. Just that was enough to get me moaning. I heard Don laugh at that, his voice was much deeper than Denny’s. “This bitch is gagging for it.” One of Don’s hands grabbed my hips and guided me back onto Denny’s cock. This time, it slid in much more easily, making me moan again. Don moved away from us, towards the table. Denny’s cock easily pushed half way into me before my body began to protest again. Before we started, he brought the bullet to my nose again, and we both took another hit. Then I gripped his shoulders once more and started pushing myself down onto the huge black cock. It still hurt, but no where near as much, and definitely not enough to make me stop. Denny little out little moans and kept urging me on as inch by inch he penetrated further into my ass. I could feel my insides filling up and shifting to accommodate this beastly cock. My head shifted again. I couldn’t remember it happening, but Don’s cock was in my mouth. Denny was still under me, having no problem sliding in and out of my ass, fucking me slowly as I sucked on Don’s cock. I tried to move my hands and realised that they were tied behind my back. When did that happen? I couldn’t remember it at all, but it must have taken several minutes, at least. I didn’t question it, though. Don’s dick in my mouth was far more interesting. It wasn’t as big as Denny’s, but much bigger than Lee’s or Ian’s. I looked over to the sofa, where Ian was laying on top of Lee, with Boss behind them. Boss and Lee’s dicks were both in Ian’s ass. Just the sight of it made my cock jump, splashing precum on Denny’s abs. The two groups continued like that for a while, at least. No matter how much we fucked, no one seemed to get close to cumming, but I didn’t care about that. I wanted this to last as long as possible. The room was hot as hell and we were all sweating like crazy. The smell of sex and drugs was driving me wild, and I didn’t want it to end. It was Denny that was the first to stop, pulling out of my ass and moving out from under me. I kept right on sucking Don’s cock. Shortly after that, the other three broke apart as Denny came back with more bottles, which was when Don finally pulled out of my mouth. Lee was sitting by himself on the sofa, gently tugging at his dick, so I went and joined him as we had the next round of drinks.

In the beginning I was scared, and lonely , it was the early nineties, and I had just been told, “ your test came back reactive, you’re positive for HIV” I was a bit shattered as many could relate too, although not really all that surprised, I had been slutting around, most of the time unprotected. I enjoyed the feeling of having cum deposited in my love canal. I had decided I was not going to let this virus define me though and although I cut back drastically on my sexual encounters, I began living my life as if the disease didn’t exist or determine my life choices. Sure I took the meds given to me and was pretty faithful to the schedule, that was until the county decided their case load was too big and lowered the maximum that a person could make to qualify for assistance. It was either quit my low paying job or stop receiving aid from the county/state. I soon ran out of meds and discontinued seeing the doctors since I now fell through the safety net and couldn’t afford medical insurance on my own, besides I felt great I was young and strong, and it felt like the AZT was actually doing more damage than good. I started hooking up with other POZ guys and the sex was good, my last test indicated a T cell count of around 650 and my viral load was almost undetectable. I was less lonely and it seemed like I was fucking and being fucked multiple times a week, life was improving, as were the job prospects, being a college student brought forth many possibilities for partners and my life looked to be heading in the right direction. In all the hustle and bustle of college life, I finally found someone who didn’t give a fuck that I was POZ and returned my love, wanting to share my life. After graduation I found a good job with benefits and we decided it was time to get me back in the medical system, just in time, my test came back with 27 T cells and a viral load in the millions, I began to think of all the tricks I must have infected unknowingly, it turned me on and as the doctors started me on the newest med cocktail, we doubled our efforts of POZZING my partner so he could travel this road with me, we fucked twice a day some weeks, to no avail though he never sero-converted. Fast forward to the present a couple months ago, My partner and I have had a open relationship for most of the time we have been together, he knows of my activities and even encourages me to go out and fulfill my desires he cannot or will not participate in, one of those things is Gifting and chasing the bug. His name was Jake and he was only 19, but he had decided from reading stories like this that he wanted to chase the virus, he wanted HIV and possibly even AIDS. I told him up front I was POZ with a possible high viral load, since the doc was changing meds on me but wanted the old meds to be clear of my system before starting the new ones. It had been since Christmas since I had ingested any meds and I was pretty sure I was toxic. He wasn’t the first to approach me with the idea of shooting my toxic seed into his body, I had four other guys looking to hook up and get impregnated, but he was close by and wanted to meet up, I figured he would be like the rest who rode the fence, and generally chickened out at the last minute. Jake actually showed up on time and looking really sexy at 5’7” and maybe 130# he was hot, lightly furred cub, for whom I instantly started getting boned for. I opened the door and pulled him in, planting my lips to his, but not exchanging spit, We stopped in the Kitchen after making out as I pulled him into the Apartment, I asked him to open wide as I swabbed the inside of his cheek with a oral-quick test. I checked the test after twenty minutes of making out with him, and quizzing him on wanting to be POZ, then I brought him back into the bedroom and undressed him, laid him back on the bed, Checked the Swab, sure enough unreactive, made me rock hard, I began making out with him. He moaned into my mouth as I fondled his ass, he slid down and started licking my precum from the piss slit, turning around till his ass was easily obtainable. I began probing his hole with my fingers, dry to start then adding some spit to ease entry for me, I scraped the tender walls with my finger nails as I alternated between rimming his hole and fingering it to open him up. When I was able to work three fingers into his hole and rotate them to rough up the passage, I dipped in with my tongue, tasting a mixture of ass mucus and blood, I turned him around and impaled him on my 7 inch cock in one push, I might not be extremely long but I am thicker than average. Jake screeched out and immediately tried to make me pull out, but being larger than him I held him in place, feeling his ass pulsate around my may pole drew me closer than I would have like to be. As the convulsions in his colon subsided, I slid my cock out to the head, then punched back in, his hole was beginning to loosen as well as produce ample mucus for lubricant so he was soon moaning as I pumped in and out of his boycunt “So you want to be daddies’ cumdump, boy” “Yeah Daddy fill me with your cum” “What you want son?” “I Want Daddies cum in my boi hole” “What you want in your hole?” “I want your Poz cum in me” “You sure you want Daddies toxic babies in you?” “Yeah knock me up make me your Poz baby incubator” The boy was begging for it and I could feel it boiling up in my nut sack then traversing into my cock, drooling the first load into Jakes Neg hole, not letting on I had just given him the first dose of my poison I continued to pound in and out of his hole building to my second climax, I started pounding into him harder “You sure you want daddies toxic load, last chance to escape your fate? “Yah daddy give me your toxic cum, please don’t pull out, I’ve waited so long to get pozzed” “Aw fu…uuu….cccc….kkk yeah giving you my toxic see, making you my Poz son” With that I shot my load deep into Jake’s gut, six spurts from my cock, the boy was doomed. I left my cock in his ass and jerked him off while I slowly deflated inside him. We chatted some then he had to go play barista. A week or so passed by and I noticed he hadn’t been on-line, I waited a couple more days the messaged him on A4A, just inquiring how he was doing, no reply, I waited a week or so more and still no reply. Just another one night fuck and you never hear from them again, usually they block you or disappear altogether but Jake was still active , yet seemed to be avoiding me. I figured WHATEVER, then about a month and a half after our fling I get a message “You free to talk? I get off at 6 if you could stop by and pick me up” He had confided in me where he worked when we were talking after the great sex so I said I’d see him at six

The hunt It was a night like any other night. I surveyed the pub for a possible prey. One that would interest me and then I saw him again. A cute twink. Probably 175 cm tall and very slim. His blond hair was cut short and shaved in the neck. His blue eyes flashed at me for a moment. I guess he was not older than 20 years, probably younger. It was not the first time that I recognized that little brat. However, he was always surrounded by friends or admirers. Often I had imagined that he could be my next victim. I wanted to give him my toxic load and then leave him to his fate. Like, I did so many times before. Today, he was again surrounded by a group of guys, still - tonight it seemed to be different. Again and again his gaze was trying to meet mine. Again and again his eyes wandered from my eyes to my crotch and then back to my eyes. Suddenly he laughed at his friends and apologized. He walked past me towards the toilets and brushed entirely by mistake my bulge with his hand and smiled shyly at me. I followed him to the toilets and stood beside him at the urinal. Although he had opened his jeans, he had not taken out his cock. He simply stared at the wall and waited. I opened my jeans also and pulled out my semi erect cock and began to piss. With my left hand I grabbed his neck firmly. He turned his head to me and looked seriously at me with his soft blue eyes. My hand slid slowly down his back, way down to his butt. I ran my hand into his jeans and his underwear and could feel the tender skin of his ass. I slipped my fingers between his ass cheeks and massaged his entry with my middle finger. Meanwhile my cock was hard as a rock and the boy looked with big eyes on my thick tool. My middle finger pressed now firmly against the narrow hole of the blonde cutie. “Touch me bitch” I told him. “Start jacking me off slowly”. “Not here" he answered, but couldn’t help moaning since my fingers started to penetrate his asscunt. “Let's go to my place. I do not live far from here. We can go there on foot” he added. I nodded, although I liked these rural places to poz a twink. I could barely close the buttons of my jeans because of my hard dick. A large bulge loomed. The guy stopped me briefly from leaving and knelt in front of me. He kissed my bulge through my jeans and massaged gently my cock through the fabric. He pulled at the buttons of my jeans and pressed his nose to my fly and took a deep breath. My hand gently stroked his head. “Let's go boy” I said aloud, feeling the pressure in my balls and the need to unload my cum into his willing cunt. He nodded with a smile. When we arrived back at the pub, I paid my drinks and walked towards the door. The pretty blonde brat told his friends goodbye. Their eyes went all in my direction and they were grinning at his friend. It was a cold night in January and while the boy was walking ahead of me, I looked at his provocatively firm ass in his tight jeans Tonight was the night in which I would hunt him down. Tonight was the night in which everything would change.

Part 2 of 3 - Training the Fucktard Before he left the next morning, he got me to strip naked again and took a bunch of photos of me. This inevitably led to us fucking again, with me on top this time. I tried my best to give as hard as I got, but I couldn’t get anywhere near matching what he did last night. He didn’t complain though, and as he was leaving, he told me that he’d send my details to ‘the right people’, and ‘they’d be in touch. Might take a while.’ It took two weeks, and I’d almost forgotten about it by the time I heard back from him, only remembering when I laid in bed at night, wanking and thinking about how hard he’d fucked me. He only texted me three times during those two weeks, and each time it was an instruction. The same one, each time. ‘Stop what you’re doing, go to a public place and strip. Send a photo as proof. You have 15 minutes.’ I did it in the toilets of my university library first, and a second time in a wooded area near my flat. The third time had been harder, near impossible. I was clothes shopping, so my only option was to go into a changing room and ditch my clothes, then take the photo outside, in view of the assistant. I got thrown out as soon as I reclothed, but it did the job, it seemed. The day after that one, I got the text. ‘I got you an audition.’ Was all it said, other than a date, time and location. It was tomorrow evening, in a part of town I’d never been to before. I tried to ask for information, but I got no further replies. Something told me that I’d never hear from him again if I wasn’t at this ‘audition’, as well. I googled the place, but that didn’t reveal anything either. It was just some old part of town, in the suburbs. There was nothing to do but go there and hope for the best, I guessed. I didn’t sleep well that night, with my mind preoccupied with memories of the night I’d had with him, and what might be waiting for me tomorrow. The next day moved by at a snails crawl, but finally the time came round for me to leave. It was a difficult part of town to get to, and the journey took a while. I was nearly late, and had to run the last of the distance. I pounded my feet up the drive to the front door and knocked before I even had chance to remember my situation. The door opened at the push of my knock, and I had no idea what was inside. I slowly entered into a small room with a door to one side and a flight of stairs. Any windows were blocked out, and all the light came from dim electric bulbs. The stairs were blocked off by tape reading ‘No Entry’ over and over. On the wall, painted in red paint, there were instructions; 1. Close and lock the door. 2. Strip naked. 3. Enter. The paint was not fresh, and it was not done in a careful hand. Under that, in paint that wasn’t quite so old, read ‘Or leave.’ I closed the door, and twisted the lock till it clicked. Then I waited, standing in the small room, listening for any signs of movement. I couldn’t hear anything, either up the flight of stairs or on the other side of the door. As far as I could tell, I was alone in the building, but I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. There was one sign of life though. Half way up the stairs, a small red light flashed on the top of a CCTV camera that stared straight down towards me and the front door. I stared at it for a moment, then back to the rules on the wall, then the ‘Or Leave’ note. It took me a long time to do it, but finally, I started to kick off my shoes. I unbuckled my belt, undid the button and zip of my jeans and pushed them down, pulling my legs out of them along with my socks. I began making a neat, folded pile of my clothes by the door, then pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Removing my underwear took longer to build the confidence for, but soon enough I was standing in the little room, completely naked. It was not a warm building, and goosebumps began rising all over my skin. My breath caught in my lungs as I opened the door and stepped into the main building. Three people were in the next room, waiting for me. Sitting in a chair was a black guy, bulking with muscle, his head shaved bald, and clad in black leather. He wore a harness crossing over his chest, connected by a silver metal loop, gloves that strained when he moved his hands, boots that looked freshly polished, and chaps that squeezed his bulking legs, and left a fat cock sitting between them. It was huge, and no where near hard, I could already tell just from looking. I couldn’t guess what size it must reach when hard, but just looking at it made my mouth water and chased my nerves away, at least a little. Standing either side of him were two more guys, both white, both incredibly pale and muscular, though not as much as the man between them. They were both completely naked, rock hard, and completely hairless. They both had black tattoos above their hearts, both saying ‘Fucktard’, and the numbers 103 and 132. 103, I realised, was the same number as the man I had met. It was the same guy, I realised after a moments staring, but I could barely recognise him at all. What little hair he had when we met was now completely gone - no stubble on his head, no eyebrows, no armpit hair or body hair of any kind to speak of, he was completely smooth. He was slightly smaller than 132, and his muscles were slightly more prominent, but those were the only distinguishers, other than his tattoo. The room was empty and featureless, other than the chair the black guy sat on, a large box in one corner, and several cameras, all aimed at the chair and the space in front of it. No one said anything, but the black guy gestured at me lazily with one hand, and the two white guys moved towards me. I backed away towards the door, but I barely had time to react before they were on me, one grabbing each arm. They pulled me forwards, half dragging me towards the guy in the chair. When we reached him, someone’s knee slammed into the back of mine, and I dropped down, held up only by the hands on me. Two more hands joined as the black guy reached up and clamped either side of my head in his, tightly squeezing my neck and jaw, though not enough to block my breathing. He examined me, turning my head this way and that, so hard that it hurt. I had no idea what he was looking for as he twisted me around, examining me from different angles. Moving my head back to face him directly, he stared me down. I don’t know how long that lasted, but I did everything I could not to break his gaze. My eyes watered and ached as I kept it up, and his eyes just kept boring into me. I didn’t know why, but I was honestly scared of looking away. Scared of what he might do, or order the two guys holding me to do. I was by far the weakest person in the room and I had no idea what was going on. The force of his voice was what finally got me to flinch. He didn’t shout, but his voice was solid and deep, one that was used to giving orders, and not used to having them questions. “Do you know why you’re here, faggot?” He asked. It was the ‘faggot’ that caused the flinch. At first I nodded, then I realised that beyond something to do with having my brains fucked out of me, I had no idea, so my nod turned into a shake. “You’re here so I can examine you, because #103 thinks you’ve got what it takes to be a Fucktard.” The last word was said forcefully enough to cause another small flinch. The hands holding me down squeezed tighter. “D’ya know what that means?” I did have an answer this time, though I thought for a minute before answering, wondering if I should speak at all. “It… It means they’re really fucking good at fucking. Fucking and sucking, licking, breeding, sharing. Everything.” I tried to recall what 103 had told me two weeks ago. He laughed. “And you think you’re good enough for that? You’re not.” He answered his own question straight away. As he said it, one of his hands curled into a fist and he punched my chest. Not so hard to cause real pain, but it still hurt. He punched my chest again, then in my stomach. The last one was enough to make me feel queasy, and I wouldn’t have remained on my knees if I were not being held there. “Skinny little cunt like you ain’t gonna last five minutes with these two, let alone a party. But a body can be fixed. We don’t need any little faggots, but get a real mans body and maybe there’s a chance.” He continued staring. As I thought, I looked over his muscled body, and remembered the powerful feeling of 103 when he fucked me. Eventually, I nodded. I’d ‘fix my body’ in order feel that again. “Prepare him.” Was all he said after that, and I was pulled back up onto my feet. 132 kept hold of me while 103 went to the box in the corner of the room. I was pushed down to my knees again, and as 103 came back, I heard a buzzing noise. I was given no chance to object as an electric razor was brought to my head, hacking straight through my hair. 132 held my head still as 103 removed any trace of hair longer than a few milimetres from my head. They were both still rock hard, and 103’s dick was bouncing in my face as he worked, slapping me more than once, leaving sticky traces of precum on my lips. When my head was shaved, 132 pulled me back up to my feet. His dick pressed up against my ass as 103 got to work on shaving what little body hair I had that was long enough for the razor. That consisted entirely of the hair around my cock, which he removed with a deft hand. When they’d done all they could with the electric razor, the wax and shaving set came out. I tried to tell myself that I wouldn’t react to the pain of the wax, I wouldn’t embarrassing myself by shouting or screaming. That did not last long, but my reactions didn’t seem to discredit me. They continued working no matter what noises I made, though 132 did cover my mouth while 103 tore away the hair from my legs. The whole while, the guy who called himself the Examiner didn’t move from his chair, silently observing and looking bored, if anything. Soon, almost every trace of hair was removed. I never had much chest hair to call my own, but what little I did have was gone. My arms and legs were smooth, my trail was gone and my cock stood out much more noticeably with all the hair removed. Back on my knees, and my head was covered in some kind of shaving cream. This part, at least, was done slowly. 132 stood in front of me, with his dick right in front of my face, as he held my head completely still. 103’s steady hand slowly stripped off the last tiny traces of my hair. If his hand ever slipped and cut me then I didn’t feel it. A towel was thrown over my head and I wiped off any remaining cream. Then my head was clamped again, by 103, as 132 approached me for the most painful part. 103’s hand covered my mouth, and I couldn’t help but scream into it twice, as each of my eyebrows was ripped off with a strap of wax. After that, I was dragged back to between the Examiner's legs. This time, they dropped me there and went towards the box, rather than holding me in place. “There.” He said as he took hold of my head, examining my freshly shaven skull. “You look a bit more acceptable now. Open your mouth.” My first thought was of his cock, but when I opened my mouth, he brought something up and placed it on my tongue. A little blue pill. Before I could close my mouth again, he tilted my head back and spat into my mouth, with some of it splashing over my lips. “Swallow.” He ordered, and I did so, forcing the unknown pill down my throat with very little fluid. My cock twitched as I tasted his spit. After that, he gestured towards the two white boys. They’d returned with a metal tray full of items. From it, 132 took a rubber tube, which he wrapped around the top of my right arm. He did the same to himself and 103. The Examiner prepared three needles of… something. I didn’t know what. I didn’t ask. My heart started thumping in my chest as I watched him find a vein on 103’s arm. He drew back on the plunger, and I saw a flash of red in the clear liquid, before he pushed the plunger down and injected it all into 103. The needle was pulled out and 103 moved away, taking the cord off his arm. The actions were repeated with 132, who let out a little moan, both when the needle pierced his arm and when the plunger was slammed down into him. He moved away too, and 103 pushed me towards the Examiner, holding my arm out to him. “Last chance to run away, faggot.” He said as he brought the needle to my arm. He looked me in the eye and I stared him down for a minute, before shaking my head. I wasn’t leaving now that they’d made me look like a freak. “Good boy.” He said with a smirk. I winced when the needle cut into my arm, and again when I saw my blood shoot into the syringe, and once more when he pushed the plunger down and filled me with whatever the fuck it was. I was shaking so much that 103 had to help hold my arm still while it was done, but when the rubber tube was pulled off my arm, the sudden warmth that flooded me was incredible. My cock twitched instantly, and I shut my eyes, feeling my body lower to the ground as the sensation washed through me. A surge of warmth, then a surge that felt like electric, and finally a rush of energy. I shot up again to my feet. My lungs were suddenly heaving as my breathing got harder. I could feel my cock getting harder too. I looked down at my completely smooth body, and got even more horny as a rubbed my hands down myself. Instantly, they were on me. 103 and 132 both took hold of me, 103 in front and forcing his mouth against mine, while 132 came from behind, burying his dick between my cheeks and wrapping his arms around me. 103 was a lot more forceful than he had been last time, and though I didn’t hold back either, he still dominated me, showing that he had no problem using his superior strength to overpower me. My cock was rock hard now, and I was desperate to fuck, or get fucked, or suck them both or anything, I just needed it now. It’s safe to say, I got fucked a lot. I don’t know how long I was in that little house for. One minute, I was kissing 103, the next there was one cock in my mouth and another in my ass. Keeping track of which was 103 and which was 132 became impossible pretty quickly. They looked exactly the same, and I just got harder every time I remembered that I was exactly like them, too. I got to fuck, too, though only because the Examiner ordered it. He told me to prove that I could fuck like the best of them, and I did. I pounded both their asses, which put up no resistance. After a while of the three of us fucking each other, the Examiner put a stop to it, calling us back and preparing us for another injection. This time I was all too eager to receive it. When we were done and I was feeling the rush of the second shot, he spoke to them. “Go fuck yourselves.” He said to them, and I realised that it was an instruction, as much as it was an order to leave. They went, and I heard them going upstairs. “Alright, you can keep up with them. One last test; please me.” And for the first time, he stood up. His cock was getting harder, and it must have been at least 9 inches already as it swung heavily between his legs. I dropped to my knees straight away, and licked up the precum that he had been producing, licking up every drop from his skin. Then I began sucking, and the cock continued to grow in my mouth. Fully hard, it might have been more than 12 inches, and so thick that I could barely fit it in my mouth, but I still did everything I could. I sucked on the head as I pumped the rest of it using both hands, slowly working more and more of it down my throat, but I could still barely make a dent on its size. He didn’t complain, though, and guided my head up and down his shaft, to his balls, to the flesh beneath them. Wherever he wanted my head, it went. He moved me further up his body, and I kissed and licked at his muscles. I needed to become like that in order to be a Fucktard, and I was more than willing to do it. He guided me up to his chest, onto his biceps, then shoved my face into his pits, where I smelt and tasted his sweat, which made my cock bounce. It was the best thing I’d ever smelt, and I never wanted it to go away. He moved me to his other pit, which was even better, then back down to his cock. “You want me to fuck you?” He asked, when I started sucking him again. I nodded and moaned. He laughed. “And I bet you honestly think you could take all this, don’t you?” I thought about it - neither of the people who had fucked me tonight had been more than nine inches, and that was by far the most I’d ever taken. Reluctantly, I shook my head. “Too fucking right you can’t.” He pulled me away from his dick and looked me right in the eye. “You know who can? Those little Fucktards upstairs. They became what they are just to take it. ‘Cause the only way little white bitches like you get a cock like this is if your cunt has been absolutely destroyed. You felt it when you fucked them, didn’t you?” I nodded. “You willing to have your cunt destroyed for this?” He gestured to his dick, and I nodded even more enthusiastically. After that, didn’t say anything for a minute. He moved away from me and sat back in his chair, looking me up and down. His cock slapped against his abs and stayed there, untouched, and I so desperately wanted it. My eyes kept darting between his face and his cock, unable to pick one to focus on. My mouth watered, and my ass begged to be stuffed, but he continued just sitting there, considering me. Finally, he spoke. “Alright then. You go upstairs and start working on getting that body fixed. You’ve got three months. We’ll be in touch.” Nothing about his tone suggested I could object, to ask to stay here and keep sucking him off. Even if I’d offered to let him tie my down and make his cock fit in my ass, I knew I was to leave. I got up, and my dick bounced around as I headed out of the room and up the stairs, past the tape. I found 103 and 132 in one of the rooms, and they were on me at once. Soon nothing felt like it existed outside of that bedroom, those two, their cocks and their asses and their mouths. We fucked for hours, in every position imaginable. We took it in turns to double-fuck each of them, and then it was my turn. Just before, 132 produced one more set of needles for us, the last of the night. Taking it meant I felt almost nothing but pleasure when they both pounded my ass afterwards. I woke up alone, with a pounding headache, an achy body and a desperate craving for more. No one was in the house. I searched thoroughly, but the only proof I had that anyone had been there was my own pile of clothes. The trip home felt horrible, I was twitchy as all hell and desperate, both for more drugs and more sex. My hopes for that was soon ruined after I got home. I had a wank the second I was alone, and checked my phone after that. It was a list of instructions. I wasn’t allowed to fuck anyone but a Fucktard. I wasn’t allowed to take anything that wasn’t given to me by a Fucktard. Four times a week, I would receive a location and time, which I was to always make. Wherever I ended up, it was always the same, I’d be met by either 103 or 132, in a place filled with gym equipment. They’d force me to work out, barking orders at me and constantly forcing me to go harder. I never backed away from the challenge, and it wasn’t long before muscle started to take shape, and with each passing day, I looked more and more like them. Twice, I was called back to the house, a month after my first visit and again a month after that. I never saw the examiner again, but I did meet a few more of the Fucktards. Like 103, they were white, pale, muscled, and with a number on their chests along with their name. They were always numbers in between 103 and 132. Both visits went similar to the first - they’d shave and wax me completely smooth, pump me full of drugs and we’d fuck each other all night. Each time, it felt more and more savage, as I understood more and more what they wanted from me. On the second visit, I forced 103 to his knees and made him suck my cock the very first instant I saw him. They performed the entire dehairing process while I kept him there with my dick in his mouth. That was the last time I saw 103, and my training was handled entirely by 132 after that, though he would not tell me why. A week before the day that was three months gone, I received a text that took me to a location. A week after that, on the morning that was three months since my first visit, I stood in front of my full length mirror. I could see nothing of the boy I was three months ago. My body was stunning, pale white, ripped with new muscles, and with a brand new tattoo over my heart. ‘Fucktard #135’. Just as I thought I was ready, my phone vibrated. Another appointment, tonight, at a new location. It was time.

Another great surprised on CL. I responded to a CL ad with the title "Dad/Son Good Time", thought it's another role play kinda fun but turned out to be more. During our back and forth emails, the 45yo, vers top dad was looking for a role play with a son who must be submissive, thirsty and hungry. I met him at his condo on 20th floor. We got in bed without wasting much time but he wanted me to keep my underwear on. We kissed deep and sensual with his saliva flowing into my mouth, i swallow and waiting for another coz he tasted great with fresh breath. I got my first "good boy" from dad. Then dad move upward on me, lifted up my hand and pressed his face on my armpit and start licking. It was ticklish but he restrained me with his body and strange enough, i get aroused and feeling horny. After he licked both armpits, my cock was rock hard. Dad rotated and repositioned himself in 69, sucking my cock with his ass right on my face. I got close, it smelled freshly showered so I buried my face to rim it, tongue it. Dad seemed to enjoyed it while he was moving his ass to rub on my face like a pro. I shifted focus to his hard cock, it slid right into my mouth, warm and very hard, he was moaning in pleasure, the motion has gotten slower. Suddenly, he squirted stream of liquid down my throat, another squirt and then a flow of warm piss released down my throat. I tried to catch up and swallowed as fast as I can, dad control the flow to make sure i drink the entire fluid from his full bladder and I did. I earned my second "Good boy". He suggested to take a break but he dripped lube on my cock so that he can slide his ass on my cock while we kissed. I played along to please him, push my cock on his hole. "Dont do that" he warned in a friendly way which dares me to do it again. i hold my cock, slap on his ass and push on the hole. This time, he pushed back, the head slid in, quickly he moved my hand away from holding my cock and i felt myself entering deep inside him until my base met his ass cheeks, so warm and soft. I'm a 100% bottom, I dont fuck but it felt so good. He rode and kissed, making me to beg dad to stop as i felt like getting close. "Dad, stop! Im getting close!" "Dont you dare to cum inside me, you hear me?!" he continued to ride and squeeze. There's no way i can hold back, i grabbed him and started pumping my cum into his ass. He squeeze his ass and pull away from my cock, at the same time making sure my cum stayed in his ass. He squat over me, slapped my face and gave me a punishment where i felt his ass dripping my cum on my face, followed by a stream of hot cumshot and he rubbed his ass on my face, smeared the cum all over. He scooped the cum from my face, lubed his cock. Deep hits of poppers, he pushed in with no mercy and started to pound my ass for a good few minutes before he collapse on me. He asked if i've ever been owned and if i want to. I nodded. He pushed my body down his cock, grinding while nibbling, sucking, biting my shoulder until one last suck on my shoulder, he cum. He left a big bruise mark on my left shoulder as the indication that i'm owned.

The Hunt (Part 2) It was already after midnight and I followed my alleged victim to his apartment. He didn’t say a word. After a short walk we faced an apartment complex. He searched for his keys and I stood right behind him and touched his neck again. He looked at me with clouded eyes and only now I noticed that the boy was probably a little drunk. Maybe he had taken some drugs. Perfect - that would make things easier. He unlocked the door and we walked upstairs to the second floor. Finally we entered his apartment. After the door closed behind us, I told him firmly to get on his fucking knees. He smiled sweetly at me and obeyed my order. "What is your name?" I asked him. "Jason," he replied. Not that I did care about his name. For me he was just another cunt I wanted to demolish. "What is your name?" He asked in return. "Call me Scorpion" I said with an evil grin. With that, he began massaging my cock through my Jeans again and repeated my name softly. He asked me to stab him with my pike. That was my exact plan for tonight, and even more. First I would open up his boycunt a little with my fist and fingernails, so that my gift could have an easy access to his bloodstream. Then I would fuck the shit out of him and seed his little hole at least a couple of times to make sure I would be successful with my task. Out of nowhere I slapped Jason’s face two times. "Don’t talk so much," I snapped. "Start sucking my dick, you little bitch. That is what you’ve been made for”. Jason smiled and undid my belt. I towered in front of him. My cock pressed against my jeans and wanted to be freed from its narrow prison. Jason glanced at my big bulge as he slowly opened one button after another. Again and again he came close to the fly and took a deep wiff of my scent with his nose. He groaned softly. When he finally opened my jeans completely my thick 9 inch cock almost hit him to his face. Carefully, almost lovingly he licked over the helmet. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, as he repeatedly drove over my penis with his tongue before he finally took my extremely hard cock into his mouth. I could feel his tongue swirling around the top of my dick. I enjoyed his work for a while. Jason began to open his jeans. "Stop" I said firmly. “Keep your pants on. We are starting the game only”. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and jacked me off slowly as I walked through his apartment and finally arrived in the living room. I did not look back, but told him sternly to stay on his fucking knees and to follow me. Behind me I heard Jason falling back to his knees again. Like a little puppy he came to me - on all fours. I had been waiting for this opportunity. I recognized a couple of pictures. It always showed Jason with another good looking guy. They seemed to be close and happy together. "Your boyfriend" I asked him. "Ex-boyfriend" he answered shortly. "We broke up yesterday." "And you are already looking for another dick to fill your slot – you fucking cock tease" I replied snidely. "Squat behind me and smell my ass" I told him. His hands roamed up and down my legs as he approached me, I slowly pulled my belt from my jeans. He tried to sniff my ass through the jeans. Suddenly I farted hard and loud while Jason groaned loudly. “I didn’t hear you” I exlaimed. “Thank you Sir” Jason replied. He was a good puppy. I walked on to the couch and sat down. "Sit!" I said sternly. Jason did not move. He was sitting upright on the same spot where he had just inhaled my scent and watched me with his big blue eyes. My legs were wide apart as I sat on the couch and wanked my dong with my left hand. In my right hand I had my belt in tight grip. With cold eyes I looked at this little whore. In his eyes I could see his desire. He needed a man who could show him the way. I was that man. I would break him tonight and assign him to his new place. There would be no way back for him…

Moving in with Dad Todd never knew his Father when he was growing up. His Dad, Jeff, had knocked-up Todd's Mom back when the two of them were in high school and since they lived in a small, ultra church-going town, she was not going to have an abortion. Todd's mother raised him on her own until she suddenly died midway through his senior year of high school. His maternal grand parents wanted to take him in, but state law gave Jeff primary responsibility for Todd's care, so once Jeff was apprised of the situation, he gladly took Todd in to live with him in a town in the adjoining county. The first few days for Todd in his Father's were, quite naturally, somewhat awkward, but the two found a comfortable routine. Todd was particularly pleased when he realized his Father was far less controlling than his Mother had been, so Todd found himself enjoying a sense of freedom which he never experienced with his Mother, especially when Jeff guided Todd through the process of getting a driver's license and in providing a car which Todd could use to drive to and from school, as well use as around town. Todd even felt the freedom to explore more of himself. From an early age Todd had sensed he was gay, but given the ultra-conservative character of his Mother's family and the town in which he and she had lived, he suppressed any exploration of his sexuality. Living with his Father, on the other hand, was a different story, and Todd quickly found a himself a friend at school, David, with whom he could let his guard down and be himself. Quickly David and Todd were spending a fair amount of time together, and, given Jeff was often out on weekend evenings, Todd was able to host. The first night they hung out Todd received and gave his first blow job, in the process swallowing David's load, which was Todd's first experience in tasting cum. The following week David got Todd to fuck him, and as David never used condoms, the fuck session was bareback. Naturally David bred Todd's hole, maintaining condoms ruined a good sexual experience for both the top and bottom. On Todd's 18th birthday came around, Jeff took him out for a nice dinner, and the following Friday night, when Jeff was on the road, David introduced Todd to a strange glass pipe, showing Todd how to take a hit off of it. Now, Todd had never explored any recreational substances, but having enjoyed everything David had suggested they explore up to date, it wasn't a stretch to get him to try smoking a bowl or two. That night, however, somewhat unexpected, Jeff came home early, entering the house quietly to avoid awakening his son. Moving soundlessly down the hallway, Jeff passed Todd's door, which was slightly ajar, the glow of a television providing the only light in the vicinity. However, before Jeff had completely passed the doorway, he registered a slight hint of movement which arrested Jeff, compelling him to pause to understand what he was seeing. Then, through the gap between the door and the door frame, Jeff registered Todd was 'entertaining' David, and that David on Todd's bed, on all fours, and that Todd was behind him and that both boys were naked. Standing discretely in the shadows, Jeff smiled and thought to himself, "Like father, like son," and, this same reaction extended to seeing Todd light up and heat the bowl. At this exact moment, David chanced to glance back at Todd, and in so doing, caught a glimpse of Jeff. The two briefly locked eyes, and then Jeff discretely and quietly moved down the hall, heading for his own bedroom. David, however, was not as sang froid as Jeff, and slid off of Todd's cock saying "Todd, your Dad just walked down the hallway and saw us!" "You sure?" Todd asked, even as David dressed. "Yeah, absolutely. Sorry, guy, but I'm out of here. We'll talk later." After David left Todd thew on some mesh basketball shorts and, taking a deep breath, walked down the hallway to see his father, whose bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a light was burning. Before Todd could knock his father called out in an even voice, "Come on in, Todd." Not knowing what to expect, Todd complied, finding his Father in the bathroom doing something with the water running. "Todd, make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out," Jeff called. A few seconds later Jeff walked into the bedroom, shocking Todd in the process: Jeff was butt ass naked. Todd was not so shocked, however, not to think 'Man, Dad has a great body, and I guess I have Dad's cock'. In fact, Todd couldn't help but stare at his Father. Although 35 Jeff's body was quite muscular, and his cock was a full eight inches, even soft. Moving his line of sight up to his Father's face, Todd relaxed somewhat. Clearly his Father wasn't outraged or distraught, in fact he looked quite cool. 'He's probably going to give me a safe sex talk', Todd thought. What he didn't expect was Jeff's opening question "So, how do you like fucking David?" Although a bit startled at the opening question, Todd had presence of mind to answer honestly "It's great, Dad, I love fucking David." "And what about the pipe?" Todd wasn't on uncertain ground how to best answer, but Jeff made it easy when he set the stage saying "I sure like smoking sand glass pipe. Don't you?" The Jeff really blew Todd away when he asked "Todd, would you like to get high with me? The stuff I have will blow you away." Todd didn't have to actually answer his Father. Rather Jeff approached with a rubber strap, a syringe loaded with some liquid, and an alcohol wipe. Jeff put the rubber strap on Todd's left bicep, and then used the alcohol wipe to wipe-down Todd's inner elbow, and then, still not having said a word, Jeff took the syringe in hand, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then sinking the needle in a fat vein in Todd's inner elbow, withdrew the plunger, drawing forth a drop of blood before emptying the content of the syringe into Todd. Just before Jeff removed the rubber strap was "Todd you'll probably feel a surge of warmth, followed by a chemical taste in the back of your throat and then you'll probably cough a couple times, then you'll feel your heart race and your breath will also increase. Just ride the rush, relax and enjoy the experience."

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

Part 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.

It depends. If I cum using my hand of the top jerks me off, the fuck feeling goes away and I'm done. It takes all of my strength to continue to fuck after that. But if a top makes me cum hand-free by stimulating my sweet spot, its a whole different level of orgasm that make me wanna fuck even more.

I'll be there. neg here!

The skin on skin. The natural way. The most satisfying though for me is breeding the ass, shooting my potent cum inside knowing all that DNA is being absorbed by it... DAMN

I love that I save money on condoms. I love that there's no stoppage of play because the Top has to put on a condom. It's great when the Top decides he wants to fuck me, he just lubes my ass and enters me. I love knowing that the friction from skin to skin contact is what will make him to cum. I love when my Top cums inside my ass. Since I mainly play with Poz guys, it's exciting to know that the Poz Top's DNA is inside me.

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

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

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

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."

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Fiber. Fiber. Fiber. No matter what your diet, you probably don't consume enough. Go to a drug store and look for fiber supplements (Metamucil is one brand). Pills, capsules or powders that you mix in water, doesn't matter which. You'll find fiber supplements in the drug store aisle with laxatives, motion-sickess pills, constipation and "gas" remedies. Another option is adding chia seeds to your diet. Search around on here for lots of threads on the benefits of chia seeds -- which in addition to having lots of fiber are packed with healthy antioxidants. You can get them in the health-food aisle of most grocery stores. If you increase the amount of fiber in your diet, digested food will move through you more efficiently, cleanly and thoroughly, so you can be sure you really are "empty" after a good bowel movement (and maybe a quick douche of the lower rectum). While I avoid a big meal in the hours before a fuck (or several fucks), I certainly don't starve myself. A boy's gotta keep his strength up, after all :-) About your second question... relax. You can't be always ready. There are threads here about that too. While spontaneous is fun, you sound like someone who really likes to be ready and prepared, so plan your fucks around when you're ready and prepared, or plan your preparations around your scheduled fucks. Either works, and tops who don't understand that bottoms aren't always ready on a moment's notice aren't worth the trouble. Hope this helps.

Do you remember your first time taking bare cock up in your ass? How was it feel? I had my many first times man-to-man sex when I lived with a foster family in the States in my 20s. I shared a queen size bed with the elder brother in the foster family coz the parents thought he could help me with the school work. However, he taught me sex education and shared a lot of stories about his hot encounters with the girls, sometimes he shared the details when his best friends were visiting. I love hanging out with them just to listen to their stories and they exchanged knowledge/tricks with each other or even comparing their cock size and asked me which one is bigger etc. We became very close but never cross the boundary. Sometimes in the middle of the night, he would accidentally hold me in his arms and realized it was me, he would let go and apologized. One day, I told him im cool with that. Maybe that was the best hint I could give and I love it! ever since then, he would hold me in his arms, we shared a lot of things before bed until we fell asleep. Many times I woke up in the morning, feeling his hard cock on my back, making me horny and I started to have dirty thoughts about having sex with him. Of course, he was curious about my sexuality as I never mentioned anything about it, nor talking bout any hot encounters. So he finally asked if I like man or woman. I told him as far as I know, naked women dont make my heart beats than the naked men do. I could see the curiosity on his face. We cuddled up, he asked so many questions from my experience to my fantasies, then he surprised me at this point by telling me he has actually thought about having sex with guys but never met one. He adjusted his body so that he's looking down at me, his face was so close to me and asked "tell me, have you ever kissed anyone before?" I shook my head and told him, I have zero sexual experience. He smiled and asked again "Do you want to know how it feels when you kiss someone?" I pulled my naive card out and said yes but I dont have anyone to experience it with. Then he asked me to close my eyes and next I felt his soft lips touching mine, his big lips mounted on mine, sucking it softly before his tongue unsealed my lips, immediately his breath rushed into my mouth, little stink but to me its the taste of a man. i remember i moan softly. Thats when he rolled his body on top of me and the tongue was all the way inside my mouth exploring. He's definitely still one of the good kissers i know today. The pillow talks between us continued after kissing, he has more questions about me and from the Q&A we figured out im more of a bottom. He took my first kiss and then not long after that incident, one day, I was on my knees sucking my first cock with his guidance to make him feel good. He didnt cum in my mouth. He always pushed my head away, let me watch him stroking and cumming on his chest and belly, then let me smell it but I never get to taste his cum. We have been kissing, cuddling, sometimes giving him bj, thats all. That has slowly fulfilled my fantasies one by one and I started to fantasize about being fucked by him. This day has finally arrived, the parents were taking the kids for a trip during school break. We chose to stay home because the brother told me he will teach me more about sex. When the parents left, he handed me a bottle of liquid and asked me to clean up myself before he came home from work. This first lesson was the beginning of my real sexual life. He explained sex between him and his girl and demonstrated it using my body. He held me from the sideway, we kissed, touched, all these are nothing new to me until his warm hand rubbed my thigh and moved to my ass. His finger touched my hole. it felt good, he ran his finger on the surface of my pink hole, back and forth, up and down. my heart was pounding. Next, i felt his warm shaft, the head replaced the finger, rubbing on the hole, the sensation was a bit different and of course it was his precum. This is my favorite part of his explanation where he gets excited rubbing the hole and he will ooze so much precum on his girl's pussy, it keeps buiding up until its wet enough to let him enter. I wanted him to enter me so badly, i wanted more of his precum! i asked how can i make more precum out of him. He made me kiss him, apparently, soft lips and the kissing turns him on a lot and very soon my hole was wet with his precum. He pushed the head on the hole instead of rubbing it, the more he poked it, i got itched and wanted more and he did give me more by entering the head. I was in heaven for a second till his shaft stretching my tight hole, i regret coz its painful and the thought of having him inside me has gone lol. Anyway, he's so good at this, he didnt push further but pull out, using the head to slowly slide in and out. In between some pushes, he would pushed further. Few minutes later, I must be too tight so he grabbed a brown bottle, telling me it will relax me my muscles which will remove the pain. I took a hit of it, another hit on the other nostril, suddenly i felt like im going to pass out but at the same time, I want him inside me again. At this point, his head was pushing passed the limit, holding it there and sure enough, when the poppers kicked in, i felt my body pulling his manhood inside me. I pushed back a little as he held me tight in his arms and fucked me slowly. "Do you like it?" i nodded and moan softly. When the poppers effect has gone, I realized he didnt wear condom so I requested him to put it on. His excuse was, he produced enough precum to guide him inside me, if he pulled out, his cock will get soft and we would be done. Of course I wanted him to continue. He said he's good and can control himself for not cumming inside me and added that I will not be pregnant if he shoot inside my guts, told me not to worry. I believed it and took another hits of poppers and i started to enjoy his full length of 7.5" inside me and making love to me. Each time he drilled, I wanted him to go deeper. This time, he suggested that when he grabbed the brown bottle next time, i would obey and sniff hard on both sides of my nostrils, i submitted. It felt so good having him on my back, fucking me slow and deep... His breath became heavier followed by his whisper on my ear "it feels so good, my girl usually let me cum in this position" "Do you hold till last second and pull out to shoot?" "Depends, she loves it when i dont pull out" He grabbed the brown bottle, took couple hits and passed it to me. I sniffed harder than before as he told. He pushed so deep inside me as my ass was rubbing his hairy pubes. Instantly, I became slutty and asked him to fuck me. He didnt pound hard but did the short slow stroke while whispering and begging "I'm getting close, I'm going to cum, please, let me cum inside you? please?" Thanks to the poppers, i wanted it but didnt agree to it. The thought of his bare cock thrusting in my hole and having him spray his cum inside me hasbrought me to the climax and I started cumming on the bed sheet. He started to pull out, i shouted "dont!" but when his head reached the edge, i felt his cumshot in my ass as he shot from the hole deep inside me while slowly pushed all the way back in and collapsed on my back, continued to make love to me. We fucked again in the morning. whenever he didnt meet anyone, I was his backup. He never asked, when he rubbed his precum on my hole, i knew the mating process will follow and I would let him. He also told his best friend about what we did. I will share the second part of the story when I had sex with his best friend.

I'm here, of course, and also on fetlife, recon, and nastykinkpigs. Are there any other extreme/fetish sites I can register at?

I was attending a rugby match and all those beautiful men with firm big asses got me horny as hell, so after the game I logged onto bbrts and posted a sex ad saying I was looking to hook-up now, that I was a top (as I was in plowing mood), and that I was looking for some hole to breed. I received a few hits but they were too far. I needed to stay local, no more then a few miles away. Finally a guy answered. He had a very hot sweet ass and big cock. I let him know I did not have a lot of time and was only topping. I also let him know I'm poz and only bareback. He was cool with all and said "It's bbrts, after all." I showed up at his place within 10 minutes. He was waiting for me in a jock strap, and happily he looked just like his ad, about my height (5' 10"), a regular, well-defined build, with a nice ass. We headed to the bedroom and as soon as I crossed the threshold he was down on his knees, going for my cock. As he pulled it out and began sucking, I was already hard. He sucked like a champ, up down around, licking all my junk. I checked-out his cock and found it to be nice and big. I had to swallow it, so we 69'd each other. I sucked and swallowed his cock, all the while ramming my dick down his throat. After a couple of minutes I moved-on to his hole and began licking and sucking the softest sweet mancunt. I think there may have already been a load in there - which just made me hornier. I needed to fuck him. So I pushed him on the edge of the bed, lifted his legs and slid in. Damn, his hole was soft to the fuck: soft smooth and wet. We fucked for awhile and then I flipped him onto his stomach and pounded away. He pushes back as I fucked, moving his hole in anticipation of being long-dicked. I loved it. There is nothing better than an active bottom. I kept pounding for ten more minutes and shot my load deep into his hole. He moaned and screamed for more. I stayed hard and kept fucking for a few more minutes, but as I needed to go, I pulled out, kissed him good by, and left. I was fucking satisfied.

I dream of a world without HIV, without toxic loads. A world where we can al breed each other without any risk of getting HIV. For me, that would be the ideal world for me as a born alpha breeder, cause for me the most satisfying thing is to know my bottom takes and absorbs my seed, my DNA, my essence, my protein, and that does not have to include a decease to make breeding satisfying. Condoms are a betrayal to my purpose in that sense. I am still neg, but I know there's a growing number of guys into the deliberate spread of HIV, finding it hot or horny to have it or spread it. I absolutely don't judge people for what they find hot, like or do in their lives and the choices they make. But... if you, maybe as a poz guy, could choose for a world or life without any risk of HIV, a world without HIV, breeding or being bred without ever having to worry about getting sick (if you would call it 'worry'), would you be happy with that? Would you choose that? I know I would... Just imagine such a world.... It would be amazing....

d45moho - you're one hot stud! I'm sure you're gonna be a popular boy all weekend long! Woof!

So with me being from the midwest and "wet behind my ears," I just have to ask...can you pick up brochures like the one he did in the bathroom? I'm sure parties like this exist. Where do I find them? On the internet? Some site I'm not aware of? Are they only available in big cities? A lot are probably underground. What sort of info or connections would I need for those? Basically, how can a guy like me have opportunities like the main character did?

Neg here staying at the host hotel.

I thought it would be cool if some of you (hopefully as many as possibly) would post their screenshots of bareback snaps, grindr conversations (i.e. hooking up with someone) etc. I just got hooked on seeing some, but there isn't many around when I google it.

I'm not so sure it's going to be that simple. In fact, I have this feeling that Jason isn't the only one about to be converted. Doesn't this seem a little too easy? I think the scorpion may have met his match. I won't give away the two theories I have in hopes the author continues this. Plus...I could be way off. Something just doesn't "smell" right.

This is common for many, if not all guys. Once you've shot the brain just switches off immediately. I've not found that i'm fully able to overcome it but certain situations help - being surrounded by lots of other guys who are still going at it, fucking, sucking etc helps. If at all possible, I like to be the last one to cum when playing with others as it keeps me horny, slutty and on edge for the duration of the session. One guy totally mindfucked me once when I went to his place for a hook up; as soon as I stepped in the door, before anything else had happened he made me strip, jerk off and shoot my load for him so that I wasn't concerned with my own orgasm when he was fucking me. That was an intense session.

The first time I had sex with a guy, he fucked me bareback. It was my massage therapist. Almost at the end of the massage he started massaging my ass, then slide his finger across my hole. I guess I moaned with approval. The massage time is ended, but he says I've got a few extra minutes and then the next thing I know he's got his bare cock inside me and blowing his load. I never thought to ask his status. He was negative. This happened on every visit to my massage therapist - after the session, I'd get fucked. He would book an extra 15 mins for my visits.

I'm a FF vers. Even after a heavy night of having an entire dudes arm up my hole, I've never had problems with a loose ass afterwords. Like Seaguy said, the sphincter recovers fast. A may suffer from loose morals afterwards, (or perhaps always) but Ive never had any loose sphincter problems. Oink!

I sometimes have that as well. One time after I cum when getting fucked I want it to be over as quickly as possible. The other time I crave for more and can't get enough after I cum and want more. more, more. When watching porn (or just feeling horny) and jacking off I am usually done after I cum but usually am ready to go again after an hour or so. Don't know what causes this but you're not the only one.

Next chapter...very long. Hope no one minds. _________________________________ Chapter 1) Oh! I’ll make it easy honey I’ll take your money yummy I’ve got my bitches Standing up next to me So come and check it So come and check it So come and check it My bad ass spinning for you Watch out! “You realize the lyrics make no sense, right?” Aiden said, even as the three of us kept dancing. We were bored, so we had each picked favorite songs on YouTube using Aaron’s phone, made a playlist and were having our own little dance party in Mike’s room to the tinny sounds. I shrugged at Aiden’s observation, and kept singing along with the Russian girl group; just as the next verse came on, the door opened and Mike, Carlos and Ike walked in, and stopped cold, watching us gyrate. I danced over to Mike, continued to sing along while twerking up against him in a way that made Miley Cyrus look like a nun, moving on to Carlos and Ike. Only Carlos responded, letting his hands, wander over my torso and then kissing my neck and shoulders; Mike and Ike (rhyming friends) seemed not to know what to make of my performance. Keep on taking over you It’s kinda getting free Baby boy you know I still Got sexy freak in me Gotta tease you nasty guy So take it don’t be shy Put your cherry on my cake And taste my cherry pie Slow down Boy you don't wanna let me down You better stop you know what! Mike raised his voice to be heard, “Could you turn that off?” Aaron grabbed his phone and silenced it. “Ever hear the term ‘buzzkill’?” I asked Mike. “Does anyone ever have any fun around here?” “Hey, baby, you and I had lots of fun,” said Carlos, who came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me again. “There’s more to fun than sex,” I said. “You gotta be kidding,” said Carlos. I shook my head and continued, “This place is like a mausoleum. I thought frats were like funhouses. Don’t you ever watch stupid movies or play video games, or even Scrabble for heaven’s sake? It’s a good thing I’m here now. All we have to do is figure out how to ditch Daddy Scorpio, and then the good times can start rolling!” Mike said somberly, “Darren, we need to talk.” I swallowed hard. “Okay.” I couldn’t imagine what he was going to say, and I braced myself for the worst. And I’d noticed he’d dropped the nickname. “Hey guys, could you give us a minute alone?” Mike asked the others. “No!” I said. “They’re my friends, too, and whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of them,” I said, fearing the worst, whatever that was. Who was I kidding? I was afraid that Mike was going to break it off with me, and I wanted moral support. Mike sighed. “Okay. They all know what I’m going to say, anyway. Honey, we’re going to get you to a clinic and get you on PEP. Then you have to call your parents and tell them you were sexually assaulted, that you can’t stand it here and want to go home immediately.” It felt like he’d hit me in the solar plexus. “Why? I don’t want to leave, I like you guys. I’ve never felt like I really belonged anywhere before this.” Was I really turning down the chance to avoid HIV? Is this Stockholm Syndrome or something? “Sweetheart, it’s too dangerous now. You totally humiliated Coach in front of the entire fraternity. He’s not going to forgive that.” “All the more reason to ditch the bastard. There has to be a way,” I insisted. “Darren, please. Just do what I’m telling you to do.” “You can’t do this to me, Mike,” I said angrily. “You can’t bring me here, make love to me and then tell me to beat it. It’s not fair. It’s not right.” “He does have a point, Mike,” said Aaron, who stepped up next to me, and put an arm around my shoulders. Mike was clearly trying to control his temper and huffed out a breath. “I just want what’s best for you, Darren. I’m sorry about everything. If I’d really liked you, I should have never brought you into this mess.” “Well I am in this mess,” I shouted back. “And I won’t leave everyone here in the lurch. I mean, what are you going to tell Daddy Scorpio? That I vanished into thin air, even though I don’t have my clothes, any money or my phone? What’ll he do to all of you?” Mike and I were arguing like old lovers; it was as if none of the others were there. “That’s my problem,” Mike said. “It’s our problem, now,” I insisted. “And I’m not going to desert you or the others, I don’t care how scared you are about how you feel about me…” “I’m not scared of how I feel!” he interrupted. “Oh? Then explain it to me. We’ve got a chance to take that puffed up bully down and really be together, but you want me to leave. Let me call my dad, he’ll help us,” I pleaded. “And what exactly are we supposed to tell your father the lawyer?” Mike asked. “I got you into this. I gave you wine with “G” in it. I’m implicated, all of us are!” “None of that is your fault. It’s that freak who’s ruined everyone’s lives and I’m not going to let him get away with it.” “The law won’t agree,” Mike said with an air of finality. “Not if I don’t say anything about it. I’ll just say it was him.” “Darr,” Mike began wearily. “Mike, listen to me,” I interrupted. “Do you honestly think my parents are going to be satisfied with some vague story about being raped? They’ll insist on names and dates and places, and want to bring in the police and the school administration. It won’t work.” My argument forced Mike to pause for a moment. “There’s another possibility. The original plan,” began Ike. “No. No fucking way,” said Mike. “Will you let him finish?” Aiden said. “I bet Darren will do it.” Mike pressed the heels of hands to his forehead as if he had a headache. “Do what?” I said, feeling like things might be turning my way. Ike took a deep breath. “The original plan was that during the next phase of your initiation, we were going to make a little film. We’ve hidden a remote web cam in the Chapel of the Scorpion.” “Chapel of the Scorpion?” I said in disbelief. “The room where your initiation took place,” said Aaron. I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. Okay – and…” I prompted Ike. “We tested it last night, and the images are primo,” said Carlos. “If we could get footage of the Coach and the Dean of Students and the heads of the main academic departments raping you, then we’d have real leverage.” “I’ll do it,” I said immediately. Mike took me by the shoulders. “Darr, we got word from The Father…” “Call him Daddy Scorpio, please,” said Aiden. “…he expects to go forward with everything, and that the next phase will take place at midnight as planned, and that you have to be punished. That means you’ll be bred repeatedly by the entire frat tonight until Midnight.” Okay, that was scary. Last night nearly killed me, and tonight it would be the same thing plus five more guys. At least the last five would be middle-aged. “Couldn’t the five of you just take turns?” I said, indicating everyone in the room. Mike grinned, but it died quickly. “No, Zetcher has his loyalists. They tell him everything.” “Will you stay with me?” I asked him, feeling my eyes sting. “Yeah. The Prefect is there for the whole fucking thing. That’s part of what I hate about this plan, having to watch you go through it. And The…okay, Daddy Scorpio will want his revenge. I don’t want to think about what that’s going to be like.” “If you’ll stay with me,” I said, tears starting to trickle down my cheeks, “I can do it. I have to. Otherwise he’ll take it out on all of you and it’ll be my fault. I can’t live with that. He won’t give any of you your meds, and then…” I couldn’t finish and started to cry. Mike held me close, and stroked my back making little shushing noises. “I told you he’d do it,” Carlos said, coming up behind me, and stroking my hair. “This guy has some serious cojones.” Mike sighed, held me close for a minute, and then said, “Okay. You want to do it in here?” “No,” I said, wiping my eyes. “I don’t want this room to be anything but a place for friends, someplace safe. Any reason I can’t set up shop in your living room? Just pull down the shades, put on some loud music, and lock the front door.” You’ll have to get cleaned up, too,” said Aiden. “Aaron and I will show you how and help you. Have you got the testosterone gel and the ‘communion libation’ Mike?” “Yeah,” Mike said heavily and sighed. “Let’s get ready.” The next hour was spent putting everything in place. I had to go through the humiliating experience of having Aaron and Aiden help me with what they called a shower shot, which I’d never even seen before. I comforted myself with the thought that they’d done it the night before when I was unconscious. At least this time I got to shoo them out of the bathroom once I understood how to use the stupid thing. And I didn’t have to go through what Aiden called “body sugaring” again – that’s how they’d removed most of my body hair, which had the added benefit of leaving my skin incredibly soft. Mike gave me the testosterone gel dispenser and showed me how to administer it. Then he gave me a glass full of something that tasted like salty lemonade. “Can you go first?” I asked. “I have to, it’s how the ritual goes. I have sex with my consort, and then offer you to the brothers.” I managed to smile. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” “You have to be convincingly unwilling for this to work,” Mike said. “Make it look like you don’t want it, but then give in.” There was a knock at the door. Mike grabbed me and kissed me hard on the lips, then released me. “It’ll be fine,” I said not believing a word. “We’ll be together, that’s what counts.” That part was true, at least. Mike sighed, and stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand, then squared his shoulders. “Come in,” Mike said, sounding somehow official, like “THE” Prefect. It was Carlos and Ike; everyone was dressed in loincloths; I was naked, but Ike and Carlos carried the black silk sheet embroidered with the symbols of the fraternity. They draped it around me and, with Mike leading the way, escorted me out of the room. The rest of the house was dark, lit only with candles. “Ave libidinem,” Mike chanted. I heard the response coming from the stairway, “Hail to lust!” “Fratres, in cupiditate.” “Brothers in lust!” I stared straight ahead, trying to think myself into the role of having been put in my place, and now submitting to my “punishment.” I could smell the same overpowering incense and heard the bells chime in time with that hateful chant. The rest of the fraternity was on the steps, lined up on either side. We had to go single file due to lack of space, and I could feel hands plucking at the silk sheet, grabbing quick feels of my ass. I cringed away from the grasping hands, not needing to act the part of someone who is a sacrificial offering in a bizarre ritual to a cruel deity. It was a long and grisly gauntlet, that procession down the stairs. Finally we made it to the first floor, and entered the living room; the chanting stopped abruptly. What had been a casual, cheerful space was transformed by candlelight into a cavern in which monsters potentially hid in every shadow. Maybe it would be dark and noisy enough so that I could pretend I was alone with Mike at the start. All the furniture had been pushed to the walls except for a mattress in the middle of the room which was covered with a black velvet throw. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at how ludicrous this all was, but it was part of how that evil man controlled these guys: rituals, rules, punishments. And, of course, the medications that kept the virus at bay so that we could stay alive. Carlos and Ike walked me to the mattress, and then took the sheet off of me, both of them managing to conceal comforting pats on my arms. I turned to face the fraternity. “Brothers,” said Mike in his Prefect’s voice. “It time for us to share my consort again, to consecrate him as a Son of the Scorpion.” That was the cue to start the music, and guitar-driven rock blared through the room. Mike shed his loincloth and then pushed me on to the mattress. Aaron came towards him, holding some kind of tray. Mike took something out of it, knelt between my legs taking my knees over his shoulders and inserted something that felt like an ice cube into my ass. I gasped as it went in me, and then began to melt quickly as it warmed to body temperature. He leaned over on to kiss me, and whispered under the cover of the music “It’s a cum cube with contributions from everyone in the house. It makes great lube.” I hadn’t even thought about lube. Mike kissed me again, then rose on his knees, turned his back on me and straddled my face. He gradually lowered himself, carefully placing his butthole over my nose. I inhaled Mikes’ strong musky odor as I was supposed to, but then remembered my role and pretended to pull away. He reached down, as he had earlier that day (was it really the same day?), and pulled my head more securely against him and pushed his butt in my face. I struggled a little longer before I began the ritual as I remembered it. After doing it 21 times including Daddy Scorpio, it was hard to forget. I kissed his butthole with delicate, teasing touches, gradually adding my tongue, moved to licking, and finally inserted my tongue inside Mike’s rectum. I could tell he was getting very aroused, and it was hot with him, I had to admit. It was the guys I didn’t know that worried me. He turned and brought his erect dick to my mouth, and again I made a show of refusing, finally capitulating and opening my mouth to suck and lick his enormous cock and balls. Then he roughly pulled my legs over his shoulders and made it look as if he was driving himself in me in one hard thrust – he had his hand around his dick, so he only went part of the way in on that thrust. The darkness made it possible to preserve the illusion as he drew back, and then slowly thrust in me, the slippery cushion from the melted cum cube easing the way. I wanted to just relax and enjoy it – I swore my eyes were rolling back in my head – but made a decent show of resistance until he began to seriously fuck me, at which point I decided I could pretend that he’d “won” and I’d capitulated. I figured it would help if I shouted; even if no one could hear the words, they’d hear my voice and fill in the blanks. “Take me, make me yours, give me your charged load, I want your toxic cum!” Mike leaned over to kiss me and whispered in my ear, “You’re doing great. Even I almost believed you didn’t want it at first.” He began pounding against me more strongly, and said “Darr, I love fucking you, it’s like we were made for each other…here it comes…” And then he howled so loudly we could all hear him over the music, “Ave libidinum!” Ike was up next, just like last night. I guessed there must be some kind of seniority at work, but now was not the time to ask. This time he followed the exact ritual, kneeling over my face and pushing his big, black muscular ass in my face. I inhaled – he was actually pretty clean – and then began to kiss and lick him. He brought his dick to my mouth and had me lick it and then lick his balls. After having me pay tribute to his thick dick, he was taking my legs over his shoulders, and pushing inside of me. “Oh,” he groaned into my ear. “Darren, got to spend some more time with you. I spent today in meetings while Carlos and Mike got to fuck you.” His thrusts started to speed up. “Love the way you lick my ass and love how your warm, tight hole squeezes me. And I love dicking sweet little white pussy boys like you,” he said. “Feel my dick inside you? You like how it feels?” “Yeah,” I breathed in his ear. “Harder.” Was I supposed be resisting him still? I didn’t care, it felt too good! His thrusts began to gain more force. “Me, Aaron, Carlos, Aiden, Mike and you should move in together when this is all over so we can do it all the time. And you should come visit my family in South Carolina. I got some cousins who would love to fuck you, too. They’ve all got cocks like mine or bigger, they’ll go crazy for your tight little boy cunt.” His talk of sharing me with his big-dicked relatives excited both of us, and he began to breathe hard and rammed against me shouting, “Ave libidinum!” He collapsed on top of me, his heartbeat thrumming through my body. I could feel his dick throb inside me against that hotspot inside my butt and I was coming hard myself. I hoped that no one would notice, or if they did that it wouldn’t blow my cover, pun intended. He exhaled hard, gave me a wet, open-mouthed kiss and said, “I have more for you,” and started to thrust in and out again. “Your hot little hole needs more of my cum, and I haven’t shot a load since last night.” Five loads if I was going to be a stickler for details, but now was not the time to quibble. “Are you always this energetic?” I asked him over the din of the music. Screw it if anyone heard me. “I can usually come a couple times,” he shouted back, “but when I’m really turned on, can do four or five in a row. Guess you turn me on,” he finished and grinned. It became a replay of the night before, except that it felt awesome for me. I wondered what was in the “libation” Mike had given me. If it was making the fucking so good with him and now with Ike, it should be patented. Four loads later, Ike stood and faced the crowd, raised his clenched fists and shouted “Ave libidinum”; the response “Fratres, in cupiditate” was loud enough that I could hear it over the clashing electric guitars and percussion pouring out of the speakers. Next was a surprise – Aaron stepped up on the platform that was acting as the sacrificial altar, and knelt over my face. I followed the ass and cock worship ritual with him – his butt was totally clean, very hot and sweet. Then he was taking my legs over his shoulders, and pushing his not inconsiderably sized dick inside of me. “My turn,” he said, as he started pumping his dick in and out. “So much fun to trade loads with you,” he said, “especially since you’ve got the yummiest butt. I like how it tastes and so does my dick. It’s drooling because it’s so tasty.” He began to fuck harder; I reached around and stroked his balls, hoping it wouldn’t be too far out of character. I was supposed to resist at first, then enjoy it right? Sooner or later I had to vary the routine, or everyone would realize this was part of a con job. And then, they might warn Daddy Scorpio, and the plan would be ruined. “Fuck me harder,” I said. Then I grinned and quoted, “I’m not made of glass. Drop that poz load in my neg ass!” That was it for him, he went crazy really banging my butt and then pushing all the way in and moaning as he contributed to my already full butt. I could feel the cum loads starting to drip out of me. I hoped the velvet throw under me was machine washable. “You’re one hot piece,” Aaron said, and kissed me. “We have to do this again, maybe a three-way with Ike where you and I switch off being in the middle.” That sounded really appealing at the moment. Being gang banged wasn’t bad. In fact, it seemed to be feeding my not-so-inner “bitch in heat.” The more I got, the more I wanted. Another surprise followed – Carlos and Aiden, together. Both gave me an open-mouthed kiss, followed by their kissing one other. Aiden sat his muscled ass on my face before Carlos; I wondered if that was against regulations, but decided that wasn’t my problem. While I sniffed and kissed and licked, I could feel Carlos between my legs. He pushed his half-hard dick against me, and rubbed his dick in the semen that was leaking out of me. From what I could tell, he was simultaneously sucking Aiden’s dick. After a few minutes of that, Aiden turned around and pushed his dripping dick into my mouth, while Carlos rimmed his ass; all the while, I could feel Carlos’ huge cock getting harder. Aiden’s balls were rising and I could taste his pre-cum; he pulled out, and smiled down at me past his pecs and six-pack abs – he was a hot little muscle guy for sure. “Saving it for your butt,” was what I thought he said from a combination of lip reading and the little bit I could hear. That proved to be correct when he and Carlos switched places. Now Carlos’ smooth, round body-builder’s butt was over my nose, then pressed hard against my lips, his back towards Aiden, who lifted my legs and plunged his hard cock into my well-lubricated asshole. Aiden’s thrusts were urgent and hard from the start; he whaled away on my butt and then slammed into me and froze in place as he unloaded inside of me. Carlos pulled back, and spoke directly into my ear, “He loves watching me have my ass eaten. Now it’s my turn again for your sweet little pussy hole.” Even well-lubricated and having been fucked by four guys Carlos’ dick was still something of a challenge. I thought it’d be easier after he’d fucked me a couple of times earlier, but that wasn’t the case. His cock felt extra hard; maybe it was because from what I could see, Aiden was licking his ass and balls while Carlos fucked me. Carlos was bent over me, kissing and licking my lips and nose, which made me remember his dirty talk earlier about loving the taste and smell of his own ass on my face. It was like a switch being thrown: I joined in Carlos’ rhythm and his huge, thick dick was massaging another load out of me, just when I figured I was completely drained. When I started to cum, he picked up his own pace. “Baby, your butt is squeezing the cum out of me!” He was pummeling me, his balls slapping against me, and then he gave three hard thrusts, froze and growled into my ear, “You’ve got the hottest little ass I ever fucked. You make me into an animal, I just want to use you again and again.” I hoped no one was listening. “That could be arranged,” and we shared another kiss. Then up stepped a stranger, though since he’d been part of the previous evening, I couldn’t really maintain we were unacquainted. Even in the dim light I recognized his smooth, white skin and red hair, put it together with Aiden’s and Aaron’s comments, so I greeted him, “Hey McCloskey.” He paused. “How do you know my name? There wasn’t time yesterday or today.” “Uh, your reputation precedes you,” I answered. He grinned, then turned and settled his butt on my face. Hours later, I felt as if I’d been fucked by the U.N. I’d gotten a good swath of the U.S., South America, a Mexican, someone who appeared to be from India or Pakistan, a lanky African guy with a runner’s physique (who confided that he needed to fuck a lot so that his dick didn’t get in his way when he did marathons), either a Frenchman or a French Canadian, and another black guy with a huge dick and the music of the Caribbean in his voice. A few of the guys towards the end seemed to be aiming to hurt me, but the copious lube and prior fucking made their efforts largely wasted. I tried to act the part, though, figuring these were the “loyalists” that Mike had mentioned. The music was shut off, and I heard the front door open. In the dim candle light, I could make out Daddy Scorpio, who had four other middle aged men with him. Mike grabbed my hand, his grasp reassuring. Showtime.

Was tipsy when I walked home last night and decided to stop by the park. It was the right decision. Immediately came across a black guy getting blown by white guy #1. They were pretty brazen about it and let me watch, and then I acted as look out for them while the black guy pulled down the white guys pants, positioned him, and started fucking him raw. A few people walked by and they broke up... but just as everyone split another black guy I had cruised hard earlier came strutting over. I wasn't wasting any time, so I dropped to my knees and waited for him to unzip. He pulled out a reasonably sized six incher which I gobbled down. After a few minutes he leaned over and started fingering my hole, then finally he pulled me up, pulled down my pants, and started to fuck me raw. I looked over and saw someone across the path watching (pretty sure it was the previous bottom). Kept getting dicked until someone else walked up on us so we split ways. I walked up to a dark alcove and saw two more white guys fucking. Turned out to be two hot vers guys who kept flipping raw. I confirmed this because something came over me, and they were both fine with my presence, so I dropped to my knees and started fingering them and feeling their dicks while they were fucking each other. So hot feeling their raw dicks slide into the others ass. Thought I should say thanks for their willingness to let me play, so I started eating both of them out. One really enjoyed it and was close to cumming a few times but was stopping himself. He was a little more dominant, and when he pulled out of the other guy, he shoved his dick down my throat and kept forcing me on one of their cocks after the other. A bigger black guy showed up to watch, and the dominant white guy waved him over, pulled out his dick, and guided my face on to his penis, which freed him to stick his hand down my pants and start to finger me. He pushed down my pants, got on his knees, grabbed the back of my sweater, and started riding my ass while I sucked the new black guy. The other white guy got down on his knees, helped me suck the black dick, made out with me, and giving me words of encouragement about being a good pig. Really hot stuff. The white guy pulled his dick out of my ass and went back to his friend, and finally came in him with my fingers up his ass. He left, and I started fingering the cum in the second guys ass while the black guy got on his knees and started sucking his dick! As the action was starting to calm down we all said our thank you's and I headed out. Definitely a hot night.

That's hot!! Went to a-action bookstore and got 3 loads Friday night. One was from the clerk when he got off at midnight. Dumped a huge load in my hole

I really don't give a shit. My instinct just tells me to breed a bottom fuck hole, no matter what size he is.

A friend who rarely gets away from his wife but loves to get bred asked to borrow my bed and invite 4 guys over to pound his ass. I said yes under the condition that I would get to watch, take pics and film it some. He loved the idea. So, between 9-11 on a Thursday night, not just four, but five guys came through the door, knowing I was there to watch, undid their pants and popped their hard cocks into my buddy's ass. He was on all fours on my bed, all lubed up, with a blindfold on. He knew the 4-5 guys but didn't know the order they were going to arrive. None of the them needed a blowjob in advance. They all knew there were part of a caravan of guys called like a herd of cattle to breed a hole they all knew well. He took all five loads and cleaned off all five cocks with his slutty mouth. One day, I will post some photos here. I did not fuck him: instead, I enjoyed the scene, and after the five were gone, my buddy gave me one helluva blowjob and I shot a load in his mouth before rolling over and going to sleep. Fucking and getting fucked is hot, but sometimes watching up close can be every bit as hot. The second guy had the biggest cock, but it was the fourth guy who made him moan the most and who fucking him the longest (about 32 minutes non-stop). I really enjoyed it.

The bigger the cock the Piggier I become. But on the flip side a cock is a cock is a cock. Open to all

I am a size queen. Not sure if that's a blessing or a curse hahaha. Not that I'm super-experienced with a wide variety of sizes, but most of my boyfriends have been 8" to 9" and it feels just about right. Plus the size gets me pretty aroused and in a slutty mood lol

If a big Black Man is not given the ass/pussy he wants then he is entitled to take it by force.

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

It depends on what you're gonna do. If it will be just a quickie or pump and dump, usually a nice hard poop and a Fleet enema will work. If its gonna be an all nighter (anything longer than a few hours), my regimen is more involved. 1. Stop eating 24 hours prior, only water and green tea from here 2. Douche with shower hose a few hours before. Deep clean until water comes out clean 3. Take an Immodium 4. Fleet enema right before Most of all, drink lots of water, eat lots of fruits and vegies and take a fiber supplement. I used to take Metamucil but found out about Pure for Men. This stuff is the shit (pun intended).

The evening ended with two of Jeff’s loads and one from Ty as well, but the important part for me is I dumped two loads back into Jeff’s unbelieving hole. Over the next few weeks hooked up with Jeff and Ty a few more times, each time cumming in Jeff’s hole and a few loads in Ty as well, I figured maybe he’d start believing if either tested Poz, the next time they actually went for testing, though I suspected that Jeff didn’t actually believe in testing, Ty on the other hand seemed to be a little more level headed and I figured he got tested at least every six months. As time went on I sensed a increasing kinky factor building in Jeff, our sessions got wilder and raunchier, he would take me in to clean me out, only after the water was inserted he began to work himself into my ass before I could release, sometimes adding his piss to my already soggy hole then having me release on his chest then he would fuck me some more, shooting his load into my dirty hole , calling me his dirty bottom, he’d then clean me out and fuck me some more usually with toys, trying to stretch my hole Jeff was a power bottom to the extreme, and even had purchased a fuck machine to plow his ass while his boyfriend was at work, I used this to my advantage since it would leave his ass puffy and raw, with the various sized dildo’s he connected to bring him pleasure. One afternoon I asked him to demonstrate it for me, he set it up with an average sized dildo and took a position in front of it, and propped up on a pillow he started the machine, slow at first, the latex cock pressing up against his pucker, just barely breaching his hole then he turned up the stroke and it began sliding into his upturned ass, as it slowly began to fuck Jeff he started to moan, I reached over and grabbed the control, gradually speeding up the pace hen slowing it down, varying the length of the stroke back and forth giving him a good fucking. After about 15 minutes of me varying the speed and depth of the fuck, his hole was becoming puffy and distended, with slight traces of blood smeared on the dildo. I had come over to play and get filled up but watching his ass get abused got me rock hard, Jeff was in another world, I straddled the machine and slid my cock up next to his hole, he took another big hit of poppers and I slid in on top of the dido that was now slowly going in and out of his orifice, the full length of the 10 inch dildo I began fucking him in rhythm with the machine, it making small abrasions on the underside of my cock causing my tool to bleed into his hole slightly just as it was wrecking the inner lining as it drove deep into his intestinal lining. Jeff was just moaning and thrashing about below me trying to get as much cock into him as possible, I was drooling precum into his cavity and soon the first wave hit me and I dumped a load into our shared fuck making his hole that much sloppier. My hard on did not subside as the machine continued to stimulate us both and as I began nibbling on his back I shot another load up his gut, I pulled out looking at how bloody and raw the machine made my cock and smiled, knowing my poz cum and blood were in his ass. I turned up the speed and let the machine fuck my loads into him. I slowed down the machine as he fell forward in a anal orgasm and pushed him out of the way and impaled myself on the machine, letting it take my hole in one fell push, adjusting the machine to start pounding my hole. Jeff rolled aside and watched as the dido drove into my gut, I was in intense pain having taken it all at once, my cum and blood and Jeff’s ass juices and blood my only lubricant. Soon it began to feel good and I found myself pushing back on each plunge, Jeff gave me a hit of poppers and as I began to relax, he slid his cock in me taking a cue from me, and dishing right back at me what I had given him, stretching my hole and sending me into the first of several anal orgasms I would get from him that day. While he had me being fucked by the machine he called a couple of his friends and had the along with his boyfriend dump their loads in me as well as his cream bum. As I was leaving I put my next phase into effect, inviting him and his boyfriend to go to the next CumUnion

I looked at him directly, staring into his eyes with a new hunger. He just smiled back at me, almost silently mocking my vulnerability, my need, my anticipation. I scooted down in the chair further, the leather cracking under me, as I pushed my ass over the edge of the seat further, pulling on both my legs further back, my hands supporting them tightly under the thighs. He stepped forward, grabbing his now very hard cock with his right hand, as he stroked it, pulling on the foreskin so that the thick, bulbous head would appear and disappear, almost winking at me, teasing me. "You wantin' some of this Boy?" I looked at his eyes and then at the head of his dick. I nodded. I think I heard myself groan. "What was that?" He took a half step back. "Y-y-yes," I stuttered, nervously, pulling my legs further back and apart. "Yes...Fuck it." "WATCHA say, Boy?" "Fuck it...please," I begged. He smiled and stepped forward slightly, pleased with himself for commanding the situation. He grabbed the chair suddenly and applied pressure on one side so it swiveled clockwise so quickly that I almost lost my balance in my current position. He looked in the cracked mirror over the counter and adjusted the chair back a little bit in the other direction so that we were both in profile in the reflection. He stepped forward again and yanked on the side lever, cranking it up and down a few times until the chair lowered itself a few inches. He stepped forward aiming the thick cock at my manhole and examined the reflection. "Oh yeah," I whimpered. "Please. Put it in!" I looked at the reflection also, pulling my legs further back and apart. He inched closer so that I felt the thick head brush against the outside of my asslips. I closed my eyes and moaned uncontrollably. "You likin' that, huh?" He shifted the cock head a bit, still on the outside of my manhole, brushing against it, up and down, up and down. He pushed the head in just s l i g h t l y as I felt the massive head spread my asslips with a little pressure. I felt a new moistness, his precum lubricating my hungry hole so that it started to feel slick and wet. I moaned even more. "I guess you likin' it then," he replied for me. "But you ain't ready yet." He pulled back suddenly and my hole closed up slowly from the emptiness. I moaned in regret. "Need to get that special pussy of yours really wantin' THIS!" He shook his thick, uncut shaft, taunting me as we both stared in the mirror. I looked puzzled in my reflection. He turned abruptly and grabbed my parTy bag and fished around inside. "This what I THINK it is?" he asked, waving my contact lens case. "Yeah," I replied, grabbing my legs tighter. "It's Tina but grounded into a fine powder." "Perfect," he smiled at me, unscrewing one of the caps. "Just what I was lookin' for." He licked his right index finger (which was massive in itself) and dipped into the container. The tip of his finger was coated heavily with the white magical dust. The Tina covered his finger like a miniature trimmed white glove in contrast to his dark skin. There was so much dust that I couldn't recall if I had ever had such a large booty bump. This was going to B U R N. "I want to make that special pussy sing," he said, examining his finger and then glancing at my hole. The annoying fluorescent light behind us suddenly snapped again, almost punctuating his declaration. I pulled on my legs tighter. He approached slowly, the finger pointing to the ceiling, almost as if he was holding a gun, ready to shoot. "You ready, Boy?" He looked at me perversely. I replied by pulling my legs further apart. "This gonna sting..." He approached as his hand descended to my hole, almost in slow motion. I glanced at the mirror as the Tina-dusted finger found my hole and dug in quickly. "Uhhhhh..." I moaned in satisfaction and in slight pain. He fed me with so much crystal that it seemed to be lining my colon from my hole and further deep inside. It was like a hot lava rolling inside me rapidly, causing tingling and familiar sensations but heightened to a new level. Everything that the Tina dust touched immediately burned. I was on fire and I didn't want it to be extinguished. "Let's let it cook in there," he said into my reflection, winking at me. His finger never left my hole. Instead he rotated it, clockwise at first, applying a firm pressure against my asswall. It burned with every movement. I bit my lip. And then he would turn that thick digit counter-clockwise, making sure to evenly coat my hungry tunnel with whatever Tina dust was still on that finger. I moaned. He continued, slowly fucking that finger in and out, in and out, but never removing it completely so that my hunger continued to build. I felt a sudden mass and couldn't figure out what he was doing as I looked in the mirror again. "You likin' that huh?" He seemed to announce, again pleased with himself. He pulled the finger out almost all the way from my hole that I saw he had curled the finger inside me for extra mass and volume. And then he pushed back in. I closed my eyes. His finger did a dance inside that seemed like forever. He pushed, pulled and turned and did other countless moves, continuing to tease my hole. I was now moaning uncontrollably as the fire inside ignited to a new level, burning hotter and hotter than I have ever felt before. My heart was beating faster that I thought I could hear it. The heat was intense as was my hunger. "Please," I whimpered. "Put it in!" "You ain't ready until I say so," he stated. He leaned close to me and turned his body slightly. "I wanna hear that special pussy sing." He leaned in and kissed me hard, his large lips enveloping mine so suddenly that I almost lost my breath. I inhaled through my nose. Breathing seemed strangely difficult as my heart beat became more rapid and louder. It was the massive booty bump having its effect. I had never been this high so intensely and so quickly. It was alarming. It was exciting. I inhaled through my nose again and let his fat tongue invade my mouth and kissed him back, licking his lips, his teeth, his mouth. We both groaned. I felt a new pressure on my hole. He continued to kiss me, my eyes still closed, enjoying the heightened sensation and the near panic that seemed to be creeping behind me. My heart beat faster and faster. He had two of his fingers inside my hole which was still on fire. The additional pressure eased up as my very hungry hole swallowed his digits. They twirled inside me in every which way, loosening me up, getting me open, hungry. "PUT IT IN!" I yelled, surprised at myself. He stepped back and looked at me sternly. "You like being in control huh, boy? Well let me tell you somethin'. This ain't no booty call. This ain't your spot." He paused and looked around the room. "Remember-you came into MY shop. I make the rules. You got me Boy?" His fingers did a dance inside my hole. He knew he had me. I nodded silently, obediently. The darkness of the early evening crept into the shop as what little natural light left outside faded quickly. The room took on another shade of green, as if the saturation level had been diminished, clouding the room in a subtle vignette of thin shadows at the edges. He suddenly pulled his fingers out. I looked at him in the mirror, dazed, puzzled, selfish in my need to be filled. The emptiness in my hole with its inner fire was maddening. All I could think of was some part of him inside me. NOW. "Put your legs down," he commanded. "You rest for a minute. I don't want you worn out." He turned around towards the counter, reaching for the glass pipe. "We barely started, Boy." He fed the pipe with more Tina and lit it up, slowly cooking it until it was ready. I exhaled a deep breath as my legs came down on the side of the chair. "Relax Boy," he commanded again. "You were getting tense there before. Definitely don't want that." I eased into the chair and slowly pulled myself up to sit a little bit straighter. My heart continued to race, pounding and pounding. I watched him take a big, deep hit from the pipe several times. Then he fished into my overnight bag again, juggling the contents around until he found something. He held a small brown bottle and smiled, handing it to me. He took another big hit from the glass pipe, held it and then set it aside on the counter. He approached me, leaning into me, taking my hand holding the poppers which he steered towards my mouth. He unscrewed the top and aimed the bottle at my lips and silently nodded, commanding me. I took a big, deep breath of a hit as he quickly sealed the bottle. Suddenly his mouth was over mine, exhaling the magic smoke into my lungs, chasing the popper hit. HOLY SHIT! That was a new shotgun experience! The poppers hit my head and made my heart beat faster and faster. I had to shake my head a little from the effect. His face was still on top of me as his eyes stared intensely into mine. Our lips were locked as was our gaze. His pupils appeared to be gradually getting larger, darker, as if they were consuming his irises. Then they would recede slowly, almost back to their original sizes. But before they would hit the origin point they would suddenly enlarge again at a slightly increased speed. Then suddenly, shrink again in some strange rhythm that I couldn't tell if he was somehow silently communicating to me in some new form. I shook my head quickly, shaking it, confused, bewildered, f l y i n g, as the Tina smoke now started to hit me with the haze of poppers. I exhaled back a huge breath and he swallowed my air as his pupils receded to their original size. He pushed away from me, his head and body, retracting rapidly, his large frame silhouetted against the fluorescent green light that appeared behind him on the ceiling, the darkness of his skin taking on a sharp yet faint edge cast by the overhead haze. He exhaled and two fingers found their way into my hole. His head turned slowly at an angle, his right chin lowering itself asymmetrically as he studied my face. I think my mouth was slightly a gape. I wasn't sure. His face was a further distance from mine now. It seemed far away. I couldn't see his pupils anymore or judge their size. His head turned in the other direction as I realized four fingers had been caressing my hole. "I think your pussy is ready to sing." He appeared in focus, sharp. His eyes were all black.

When I woke up the plug had been removed from my ass and Anthony had just slammed in balls deep. I gasped unprepared as he began once more assaulting my loose and sloppy cunt. Max and Tom were standing on either side of him, both wearing black leather harnesses and thick cock rings like Anthony’s. I tossed by head back as Anthony’s cock began to hit my prostate and saw that the TV on the ceiling was now on, it showed me splayed in the sling with Anthony’s raw cock pounding in and out of hole. It was a live feed, and now in high depth I could see how Anthony’s cock spread my hole with each thrust, and how my ass lips clung to him as he pulled out again. “Welcome back Sleeping Beauty. Poor little bottom needed a little fuck nap before his party tonight. You feel rested boy?” “Fill me with your load and send in the tops for the night.” “He’s ready,” laughed Max. “Alright boy, this is all the lube you’re going to get till you take your first load of the night… you ready? Go get the men in the living room warmed up Max, I’m going to fill him quick.” Anthony picked up his pace slamming harder and harder as he started to sweat and then very quickly shoot his third load up my ass. The sounds of moaning and laughter drifted down the hall as Anthony pulled out of my hole. I looked up at the screen and saw a small glob of cum ooze out of my ass and then Tom’s cock scoop it up and slide it back into my hole. Leaning forward Tom whispered, “You’re going to love tonight. When Anthony used my hole for the first time I couldn’t believe I was letting him do it, and then later that night I couldn’t believe I let a group of men I had never met before breed me stupid, but after that night I never looked back. Now I’ll give any bottom who wants it my load and any top who what my ass can have it and I’ve never been happier. Max doesn’t wanna get out of bed in the morning without a load up his cunt. I’ve given him two already today.” He had been slowly sliding his cock in and out of my ass this hole time and I moaned my appreciation. A group of guys came in the door followed by Anthony and a rather mussed up and sweaty looking Max. There were seven new guys all together and they crowded around the sling as Tom kept up with his slow deep plowing me. To my right a tall thing ginger guy with a thin dusting of hair over his swimmer torso came up and smacked my cheek with a short but thick cock, maybe even thicker then Tom’s. Then next to him was a short Hispanic guy who looked like he was wearing a fur coat he was so hairy, I couldn’t see his cock but if he was here I guessed it had to be good. Next to him was another taller Hispanic guy with a thick mat of hair on his chest and a long kinda think looking cock but massive low hangers. Then Anthony, and Max stood next to Tom who seemed to be perfectly happy keeping up his slow pace till someone else was ready to take his place. Next to him stood an olive skinned guy probably Italian with a strong jaw and salt an pepper hair that ran down his front to a thick fat cock already dripping precum. Next was a tall thin twink with a cock so big it didn’t seem like it should fit on a boy so skinny, he smiled at me and gave his foreskin a tug. Then another blond frat guy, this one unlike Max, had thick golden hair all over him and a meaty cock that made my hole twitch around Tom’s thick rod. The thought of all of these amazingly massive dicks being inside of me turned my inside to jello. I wanted them, I needed them. Then the seventh guy stepped forward from behind Tom and I stared in shock and fear. My European Literature professor, the one whose class I was supposed to be writing a paper for but instead I had my ass in the air and a cock stuffed in it. I had always though he was hot, he had this sort of Harrison Ford in Indian Johns sexy professor thing going, always dressed in tweed and ties, but now that I saw him naked I knew he was a god. Broad shouldered with just the perfect Brawny Man amount of hair and muscle, a narrow waist and the sort of abs that aren’t a six pack but are clearly strong as hell, and a cock to die for. It had to be about nine inches and probably six and a half maybe seven around. This thing looked like it should be a dildo not a real man’s cock. “So I guess I’m not getting that paper from you tomorrow?” I just stared at him not knowing what to do. “Don’t worry you can make it up to me tonight. Move over kid, I knew this boy was a slut the moment I saw him and now I want my turn at his cunt.” Tom pulled out with a sloppy wet squelsh sound and Professor Ross took his spot. I felt his cock press against my hole and I looked up at the television. My hole looked puffy and swollen and his massive mushroom head started to press inside. “I knew you’d have a sweet hole, nice and wet and ready for raw cocks.” I gasped as I watched the head pop into my ass and then was surprised as my hole almost sucked the rest of the veiny shaft inside till my professor was balls deep in my boy-cunt with his pubes pressed against my swollen ass lips. “Shit this hole is hungry. How many loads you got in there already boy?” “Five,” I replied. “Not nearly enough.” And with that it began something seemed to snap with in my professor and very quickly with in the other six men they all got looks of animalisic hunger on their faces. Cocks were thrust into my mouth as my hole was pounded harder then ever before by my professor, I had hold of another cock in my hand too. Quickly Max was pressed into presenting his ass for the Italian guy while the twink fucked his face. I lost track of where everyone when and the room went from smelling slightly like sweaty men to wreaking like a locker room in no time. Professor Ross seemed hell bent on ruining my hole for anyone else. He hammered away and when I looked up at the TV I could see that my ass was even slacker then before, barely managing to cling to he sides of his retreating cock any more. I have no idea how long he fucked me for, but before he could cum he pulled out and shoved the twink at my hole. The skinny boy waisted no time in ramming his dick inside and resuming the deranged assault he had been mounting on Max’s mouth. I saw Professor Ross move other to Tom who had backed away from the group a bit, and after a brief interlude Tom was bent over with the professors cock buried in his ass. Tom, not having any lube in his hole, was moaning like a whore as his hole desperately stretched for the cock that was banging into it. The twink came quickly filling my guts with a hot load, I watched him pull out and saw a long string of cum form from his cock head to my cunt. then came the Ginger guy, then the two Hispanics one after the other, the older guy, and lastly the frat guy. By this time I’m sure that my hole was just an abysses. Anthony then came over, slid his cock in once or twice and then helped me out of the sling and onto the floor where he had me mount his cock. He pulled me close to him and whispered that he was proud of me. Then I felt more pressure on my hole and looked back to see that Professor Ross was pressing his cock against my already full hole. My sphincter gave way quickly to his slow but deliberate pressure and soon he was inside my ass as well. He and Anthony picked up speed cheering each other on. Professor Ross put his mouth right next to my ear and whispered, “Don’t worry about the paper boy, I’ve got a different kind of course work for you now. Along with taking loads from my friends over here, you’re hole will be at my disposal whenever I want it. Now tell me how much you want my load.” “Please breed me Professor, I want to be your cumdump. I want you to load me up every day.” “Good boy. Now here’s your reward.” Both he and Anthony shoved their cocks balls deep and started to cum at the same time. As the two cocks pulsed inside of me I felt like someone has just dumped a milk just full of cum inside of me. I moaned and writhed on their cocks till after a long while Professor Ross pulled out and left the room. Anthony slid me off of his mostly soft cock and said, “My two boys have your last two loads of the night ready for you, go get them.” I turned around and found Tom and Max laying with their legs spread and their crotches pressed together so that their cocks stood against each other like one super cock. I climbed over to them and mounted their cock. After everything my ass had been through that day I slid down easily and went to town riding them both. It didn’t take them long to both shoot their loads in to my sloppy cumy ass. Then having received my last two loads I stood up carefully. Anthony came up behind me and pressed a plug even larger then the one I had had in me before into my ass and patted my cum covered ass cheek. “Go home, get some rest. Keep that plug in and come back tomorrow after class and I’ll take it out.” “Yes Sir.” I don’t know why I called him Sir, it just felt right. “Get some rest.” I walked back to my clothes, pulled them onto my sweaty stinking cum covered body and walked down stairs to my car. Driving with the plug in was an experience but I love still feeling full. Tom had been right, I felt happier then I ever had knowing I had done what I was put on this earth to do. When I got home I went to my computer and logged into adam4adam and began making corrections to my profile. 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At our former DC Bareback Club we had about a 10 foot long padded fuck table. I assume it was custom-made, just at the correct height to bend over and take cock. If you wanted to be fucked you went over and bent over the table. When you were tired of taking loads, you stood up and went to the shower and rinsed off the cum running down your legs. I still prefer a sling fuck, as the top can dig deeper easily, but this was a great way to signal when you wanted to be fucked.

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