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Tuesday Evening I got out of my car and looked at my cellphone, 5pm, I had an hour before I had to be over at Tom and Mike’s for another run. As I walked up my front steps I noticed a 6 bottles of water on the front steps with a note, “ In case you wanted needed some more”. A smile crept over my face as I bent down and grabbed it, the butt plug shifting in my ass sending little waves of pleasure through my body. I walked in dropped my bag and I grabbed the water and carried it into the kitchen putting it into the fridge to chill….I debated half a second before I grabbed one and drank half of it. The bitter strange flavor seemed strong but I didn’t care. With only an hour to spare I got y purchases from the front hall and made my way upstairs. As soon as I was in the bedroom I stripped down to my stolen jock. My hand reached around and felt where the plug was locked firmly in my ass. I started to pull it out and gasp at the amount of pain that hit me. Fuck that isn’t good, I guess I was so hot at the porn shop I didn’t notice, or maybe it was the poppers. Thinking that might help I went to my bed stand and grabbed my bottle, taking 4 hits I felt the warmth and horniness sweep over me. I reached back again and started pulling on the butt plug. This time I got it to move and could feel it working out of my ass. Fuck it started to feel good, a moan escaped my lips as I felt my ass stretching. Slowly I pulled careful not to hurt myself, sweat broke out on my body. A little bit more and it would clear the fat part and I could go take a shower and get dressed. Just before I thought it was going to give I heard a shout from downstairs. It was Tom “ Hey neighbor! Your dor was open and I thought I would come by and make sure you got the water and ceck you were coming tonight” Startled by the voice my hand let go of the butt plug and it snapped back into my tight hole. Stars danced in front of my eyes and I groaned loudly. “Yup, I be there in a bit, just wanted to hop in the shower and rinse off the day.” “OK, I’ll just wait down here for ya then and we can head over together.” Fuck I thought with Tom waiting I didn’t have time for this. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..well guess this will be interesting. I stripped off the jock and hopped in my shower, the whole time I was in there I was desperately trying to get the plug out of my ass. Finally worrying that Tom would think something was wrong I got out dried off and went to get dress. I stepped back into Mike’s jock and a pair of compression shorts under my usual running shorts. Figured I had seen people wear them like this and this way in case the damn fucking butt plug decided to pop out the compression shorts would help hold it in place. I made my way down the stairs and saw Tom sitting on my couch dressed all in green this time, his blonde fur sticking out of his tank top, his hand resting behind his head the flashing his furry pits. Fuck my nostrils dilated and I swear I could smell something, it made my cock twitch and my ass spasm around the plug. When he looked over and smiled at me I think I even blushed a little. “Here I also wanted to bring you this.” He held out a flash drive to me, I looked at it puzzled “ It is a relaxing programs. Mike used to have a hard time sleeping when he started taking the supplements of his so I whipped up this in order to help him relax. Worked like a charm. Just add it to you play list after the run tonight and you will be sleeping like a baby in no time.” I nodded my thanks and set it down on the coffee table and followed Tom, out the door and over to his place, My cock was hard and straining against the pouch of the stolen jock, kept firmly in place, each step shifting the plug in my hole mad me leak a little. Fuck how was I going to get through this run.

My husband and I were recently on vacation. Now, I am usually all top, but hey, it was vacation, right? My husband considers himself a top as well, but the past five years or so, well, I just don't like getting fucked like I used to. We are both early 50's. When traveling, we have a history of going out to a bath house or sauna, but with the advent of so many meet-up apps, it seems some places are sparsely used nowadays, so we planned our own scenario to have fun while we were there. Usually I am the pig wanting to go to theses places, while he is usually somewhat uptight, so having a game plan was smart. On this particular trip our plan was as follows: I would get the cabin, stripped, face down on the bed. He'd cruise by, see me ass up, come in, fuck me 'anonymously', and then leave. He'd get to fuck my ass, which I am never into like I used to be. I'd get off on role playing, a situation I have read about on here a million times. We paid our money, renting a room and a locker. He took the locker while I found the room and stripped down. We met-up in the shower to rinse off and then together checked-out 'the lay of the land'. There were a few hallways of cabins, a sauna, a steam room, a porn room, and a dark room type area with maze-like partitions set up, some of which had glory holes. As far as the 'crowd' - there were three older dudes stroking their softies in the porn room, only one of whom looked up when we poked in our heads. In the halls we passed a little dude, maybe late 30's, shaved head, furry chest. He has an ass for days and was just the kind of man I liked most to fuck. My dick jumped hard and fast when he passed, a smirk on his lips. I thought to myself that I'd fix that smirk when he is stuffed with my big cock! But we have a plan . . . We pass a dark haired, 30 something muscle boy with a porn star bulge under his towel. He blows past us without a glance like we are not even there. No surprise, but thanks for the eye candy. A lot of the cabin doors are closed. One is open with a hot older guy with absolutely no body fat in there. He's set the place up with all his things 'just so' . . . like he's there every day. The whole situation has me leaking like crazy. The smell. The men. The noises coming from unspecified places. We decide to get right to our plan. My spouse goes off to wait a few. I go back to the cabin. I hang up my towel, work a lubed finger up my hole just to ease things along, then open the door and lie face down on the bed, ass up towards the door and head in the tiny pillow like thing. And I wait . . . like two minutes of course. I sense my husband's presence at the door, by either his warmth or his breathing, I don't know which. I am keeping my head down not looking because that's part of the fun. The door squeaks and I hear it latch closed. Hell yes! I squeeze my eyes tight and imagine this fantasy of having a completely anonymous stranger coming to fuck my ass. He's on the bed behind me. I flex my ass. He has one of my ass cheeks in his hand. With his other he fingers my hole. I'm surprised he doesn't lick it. He loves to, but I have never been a fan of having my ass eaten. After so long together, my preferences are natural to him. So I am up on my knees, like he prefers, with my face down in the pillow. I feel his dick at my hole. Teasing me. Getting me psyched. Smearing his pre cum on it. Fuck! It has been a long time since I took a dick, and in this position it won't be easy. I try to relax my ass. I think of the roleplay - me face down, taking raw anon dick in a bath house. Breathe deep. It slips in. Aw fuck. That's the hard part. Now slowly pushing pushing, I feel it sliding into me. Oh fuck it has been so long that it feels enormous. My husband has a perfectly fine cock, average size and length. This time though I am thinking of a banana. Smaller at the tip, with a wide swelling at the middle. His body touches mine, and I know he is all the way in. Damn, I feel so full. He's into it too. It's like I can feel his precum lubing a slippery spot deep inside me. He slowly works it out some. And back in again. Back out. Back in. I can feel it getting slicker inside. He pulls out slow all the way, and then teases it again spreading precum on the outside. He must be very turned on by this too - my husband rarely precums like this! I'm crazy turned on too. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to imagine it is anyone . . anyone but him. Getting lost in the thought, I focus on the feeling of the dick sliding in and out of me. I think of having a stranger's dick inside my body. I imagine this perfect banana-shaped cock sliding in and out of my hole, which is relaxed finally but still tight from lack of use. He builds up a rhythm long dicking me and holding my hips for leverage. I'm moaning low with each stroke and feeling like I have never before, as if he's driving deep enough to tease my 'second ring'. The image of having his dick head getting past that point inside me, and squirting his load up there has me beyond excited. I have never cum without touching myself. Unlike my husband, I am a huge precummer. How much precum must be hanging off my throbbing hard dick? I ache for the feel of the slimy pool I know is there under me. I know I could cum that way, into the mattress. Like he reads my mind, he pushes me down, off my knees, flat onto the bed. UNF his dick is so damn deep inside me. The cold spot of slippery I made on the sheet feels great on my dick. No running now. I am caught between the bed and his thrusts. My arms are crossed over my head which is turned sideways, being face down. My eyes are still closed enjoying the feeling, and the fantasy. In repositioning, he stretches out my arms above me, his on top on them. Its like he's pinning me down. Holding my entire body. He smells like musk and sex, and feels unfamiliar, bigger, harder. I peek and eye open and there on top of my arm is his forearm . . . muscular . . . smooth . . . no hair at all . . . his hand clenched around my wrist . . . THAT'S NOT MY HUSBAND. I stare a second, unbelieving. HOLY FUCK WHO IS THIS? IT MUST BE THE MUSCLE BOY and me with his raw dick buried deep in my ass and moaning like a BITCH IN HEAT. FUCK! My mind is spinning. His breath is in my ear as he slides in and out and in and out. This isn't news to him. But my head is all "WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?!!" DO I push him off? Do I ask him to stop? Will it piss him off? I am thinking of these things swirling around my head in a maelstrom of thoughts mixed up with feeling his body on mine. Smelling his ever so slight underarm funk, picturing his ACTUAL banana shaped dick inside me. HOLY FUCK I really should stop this! I realize I am pushing back with my ass. It's like I'm using my ass walls to stroke him off. It's like something inside of me wants his cum and it wants it DEEP, deep inside the second ring which he is, in fact piercing. OH man He's breathing hard into my neck and I start feeling the pulse. His dick twitching in my ass. I feel the hot. I feel the wet. I feel it deep. Too late now. Fuck fuck fuck this muscle dude STRANGER is ejaculating his thirty-something nutt inside my gut. With his tiny post fuck softening movements inside me I can feel the load churning. His whole body un-tenses. He pulls out deliberately. I stay face down, and breathe out a huge sigh. Damn. I don't know if I came came or if that's all precum under me. He's out the door in a flash. Not a word. I've made a mess between me and the mattress, and my dick is hard to touch. FUCK! Where's my husband?! I jump up, wrap a towel around. My dick is softening fast and in a semi-chub state looks just like one getting hard. I go off looking. There he is, at the entrance to the still-deserted sex maze. "Where the hell have you been?!" he asks angrily. "I've been waiting almost twenty minutes and forgot which cabin was ours." I fibbed to him - the muscle god had stepped in our cabin, closed the door, and tried to blow me. My spouse knows I dislike getting blown because I have a big dick and most guys try to choke on it. So my spouse understood why I tried, and was mollified thinking I did not have a good time. Turns out he'd gone to his locker to wait a few minutes before finding me as per our 'plan', and he'd gotten distracted checking his email! Asked if he wanted to pick up where we left off, he said no, the mood was gone. "Let's just split asap, " he said. So I went back to the cabin FUCK reeking of the recent sex. My big messy spot on the sheets showed me that I did not just dream what happened. That and the big muscle god load in my ass. Aw fuck I can clench and feel it, his babies inside me. No time to clean or eliminate because the spouse really wants to get out of here. I get dressed and plan to carry it around the rest of our day sightseeing.

Friday the 13th, Part 3 The manager of the adult book store called out that he was closing in 10 minutes. That seemed kind of odd, since it was only 10:00 PM. But, I could hear arcade doors slamming all around us, so I took that as an indication that everybody was clearing out. As we started pulling ourselves together, the manager walked by and said that we could stick around if we wanted. Tony and I both shrugged, and he said we should see what the guy had in mind. The manager checked to see that all the booths were empty and that everybody was gone. Then I heard the front door deadbolt, followed by several breaker switches clicking off, killing some of the lights. When the manager returned to the video arcade, he told us that he had an apartment, upstairs, and that we could come up and hang out if we wanted. As we followed him up the stairs, he casually asked us if we partied. I probably sounded a little too enthusiastic when I blurted out, “Sure !” He just said, “Cool,” then he introduced himself as “Ray.” The first room at the top of the stairs was the kitchen, followed by a large living room which, judging from the sling hanging from the ceiling, had been converted into a playroom. Taking a quick glance around the room, I noticed 2 black leather sofas and a black leather chair and a desk with two long shelves above it. My eyes were immediately drawn to a small collection of glass pipes on the lower shelf. Okay ! I think I’d like to hang out here for a while. Ray hit the TV remote, and the 60 inch flat screen lit up with 2 men in full leather, both of them wearing gas masks, one of the men kicked back in a sling, his ass getting a good pounding by the other guy. I would have been happy to stay right here, but Ray directed us down the hallway and showed us where the bathroom was, in addition to 2 bedrooms. Back in the playroom, Ray told us, “There’s plenty of bottled water in the fridge and several pipes there on the shelf. Have at it. I’ll be out in just a few minutes.” He disappeared down the hall, and I went right for one of the bubbler pipes from the shelf while Tony chose a regular pipe. In addition to the hits I was taking from the bubbler pipe, each time Tony hit the glass pipe, he shot-gunned another big hit down my throat, so I was quickly getting ramped up again. Tony said, “Atta boy. I like seeing you fucked up.” When Ray came back into the playroom again, he looked completely different from when he was downstairs in the adult bookstore. He was wearing boots, a vest, and a black jockstrap. Wow; he had a very hot, beefy build, kind of like what a wrestler or a football player would have. Plus, I couldn’t help but stare at the big bulge that was straining against his jockstrap pouch. He must have seen me checking him out because he took the pipe and the torch out of my hands and motioned me to get down on my knees, in front of him. While holding the pipe and the torch in one hand, Ray used his other hand to pull down the front of his jockstrap, letting his big cut cock flop out, right in my face. I immediately took it in my hand and started sucking on it, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth, even as it kept growing bigger. After each hit on the pipe, Ray blew a big cloud down toward his cock. Then, he motioned for me to stand up, and he shot-gunned another big cloud into my lungs, then quickly pushed me down onto my knees again, and shoved his cock all the way into the back of my throat, so that I couldn’t breathe, the cloud trapped in my lungs. I could feel his cock getting harder as he held one hand on the back of my head, keeping his cock jammed against the back of my throat. He must have played this game enough times to know what he was doing. He was staring intently at my face and, just as I thought I might pass out, he pulled his rock hard cock back a couple inches. He grinned, seeing the tears in my eyes as I gasped loudly and exhaled, blowing what was left of the cloud all around his cock. He let me take a couple breaths, then he grabbed the back of my head again and skull fucked me, hard and fast, making me suck in small breaths of air each time he pulled his cock head out of my throat. In the mean time, Tony had been hitting the pipe and chugging one bottle of water after another, partly to stay hydrated while he partied, as well as to build up a lot of chem piss. I knew that about half of the Tina we smoked ended up in our piss, and it made no sense to waste it. Now, Tony had completely stripped down, and I was admiring the size of his cock, not as big as Ray’s but, still very impressive. Hot body, too, beefy and muscular, like Ray. As soon as Ray let me go, Tony took his place, and he shoved his semi hard cock into my mouth. I was able to take just a few deep breaths before Tony told me to hold still. Then, I knew what was coming. He shot a steady stream of chem piss that forced me to guzzle it down as fast as I could. When he was completely drained, I felt like I could finally breath normally, again. While Ray checked out his phone, Tony told me to get in the sling. He didn’t have to tell me twice. From watching me in the video arcade, downstairs, he knew how much I liked to get fucked. Plus, there’s nothing hotter than getting fucked while I’m kicked back in a sling, wearing my bare assed chaps, my legs up in the air, with my boots resting in the stirrups, and my ass just a few inches beyond the end of the sling, putting my hole at the perfect height for any man to walk up to me and fuck my hole. Tony was wearing a snug steel cock ring, and, with just a few strokes, his cock was hard and ready to go. He handed me a bottle of poppers, and I took a couple of long hits just before I felt his cock head pushing against my hole. After the workout I got in the video arcade, Tony’s big cock slid right in. Ray had seen me hitting the poppers, and he had noticed that I liked the porn video of the guy wearing a gas mask while he got his hole pounded. Ray disappeared down the hall for a minute, and when he returned he was carrying a silicone rubber gas mask. He said, “Here, let’s try this on you,” and he proceeded to fasten it tightly around my head. Even though my breathing sounded a lot like Darth Vader, It was hot looking out through the screen, looking back and forth from Tony fucking me and the guys fucking in the porn video. As I kicked back in the sling, Ray stood beside me and pinched my nipples and watched Tony steadily fucking me. I could tell that he was thinking. He walked over to the desk, then came back with a good size shard that he held on the end of his finger. Ray told Tony to pull his cock out of my hole, which he did. Then, Ray took Tony’s hard cock in his hand and carefully placed the shard on Tony’s piss slit, just far enough in so that it would stay there. Next, he told Tony to push his cock all the way inside of me, again, then shoot out a very small stream of piss. He said that it would force out the shard, and the piss would make it dissolve quickly, deep inside my hole. Holy fuck ! I could feel the burning sensation almost instantly. My heart beat faster and faster. I was breathing really hard. I could feel my hole clenching Tony’s cock as he kept up a steady rhythm of slow, deep fucking. Ray had a big grin on his face, and he said, “I think he likes it.” Then, he looked at me and said, “How do you feel ?” Even though the gas mask fit very tightly around my head, I was able to nod my head, which I did. Ray walked over to the desk and returned with a cotton ball. From watching the porn video of the 2 guys with the gas masks, I was pretty sure what was coming next. Ray opened my bottle of poppers and dashed some onto the cotton ball which soaked it right up. Then, he unscrewed the cap from the filter cartridge canister that was attached to the gas mask. He placed the poppers soaked cotton ball inside, and screwed the cap back on the canister. All the time Ray was doing this, his cock kept getting bigger and harder, hanging down at about a 45 degree angle, and jumping a few inches each time he flexed it. He was really getting into this. Now, I was inhaling a little air and a lot of popper fumes. That, combined with the Tina shard deep in my hole, made my chest heave as my lungs tried to get enough air to my brain, and my heart beat even faster. “Here, let me in there,” Ray said to Tony. Tony pulled his hard cock out of me, and stepped aside. Ray took his place, his cock head easily finding my hole. I tried to moan even louder when Ray slammed his big hard cock into me. The combined sensation of the Tina and the poppers and Ray’s cock stretching my hole was incredibly intense, but I didn’t want it to stop. I think that Ray knew it because he grabbed my hips with both of his hands, and pounded the hell out of my ass, until he was ready to shoot his load. Then, he switched to very long, slow strokes, letting it build and build until he couldn’t hold off any longer. He pulled back one more time, then groaned loudly, as he rammed his cock all the way back inside me, and fired a huge jet of cum. Again and again he slowly pulled back, then rammed his cock back into me, his entire body jerking and shuddering with every jet of cum that he blasted into me. Finally, Ray was completely spent, and he pulled his cock all the way out of me. Amazingly, his cock was still rock hard and flopping around, like he was ready for more. I think that Tony recognized that I needed a break because he stepped up and handed me a butt plug which my still hungry hole gladly accepted. When I was out of the gas mask and breathing a little more normally, Ray threw me a towel so that I could dry off my head which was soaking wet with sweat. Then, I downed a bottle of water, and climbed out of the sling, stumbling over to the leather chair where I collapsed. Ray asked me if I was okay, and I said that, yes, I was fine. It felt good to drink more water and just relax for a little while, gazing at another porn video. And, it was only a little while before Ray came out of the kitchen carrying 3 red plastic cups, saying, “Here. This will fix you right up.” I had pretty good knowledge of partying, so I knew that it was G. No problem. The three of us clinked our cups together, said, “Cheers,” and swallowed the contents.

Before I tell you how I got pozzed, a little background is in order. I grew up without my father, and when I met my best friend in high school, his Dad somewhat adopted me as a son. Naturally we were both gay but, for some reason, my buddy Zach was pretty timid about trying anal sex. I knew he really wanted it but I couldn't get him over the edge. Then one weekend around the end of our senior year, not long after we turned 18, Zach's Daddy caught the two of us 69ing. Well, it turn out Dad was also gay, and he could recognize a couple of born pussy bottom boys when he saw them, so Dad became the one to pop both our cherries, explaining that it was the job of a boy's ass to take man cock, and that a good pussy boy always took it raw. Zach was more than a little scared his first time, actually crying and begging Daddy to stop, but Daddy knew what was best for his sons and firmly shoved his cock inside Zach, after which Zach's ass loosened up a bit and his inner pussy boy came out. By the time Daddy was done with us we both loved having his cock inside us and we had both been converted into proper raw bottom pussy boys. After this we were banned from wearing clothes in the house and ordered to keep our holes ready for Daddy to fuck at all times. Daddy knew that two horny pussy boys like us needed a regular dose of man spunk up our holes and encouraged us to seek out other men to provide it. In addition, Daddy argued we had a duty to offer our bodies for the pleasure of other men. Both Zach and I bought his argument, after all what else is a pussy boy for do? The only problem was the issue of HIV. After all those health classes warning about always using condoms, etc., Zach especially was reluctant to take any cock that came his way - even if it was what we both really wanted to do. Then I discovered the whole bug chasing scene and found that getting pozzed was becoming more and more exciting to me. I also rationalized that once I was pozzed (or at least willing to get pozzed) I could fully release my inner pussy boy and take as much man cock in my ass as I could find. Several months after Daddy broke us in he got sick for a week or so and stopped fucking us. Zach really missed his Daddy's big nine inch fuck tool and the intimacy that came from getting fucked by his father. We really wondered what was going on when, after recovering from the flu, Daddy did not resume fucking us. Knowing Daddy liked taking raw cock I started wondering if he'd been pozzed. So one day when Daddy and I were alone, I screwed up my courage and asked him and he answered that yeah, sure enough, he had gotten pozzed after a night at the baths. I told Daddy my thoughts of being pozzed and how I thought it would liberate Zach and me in our quest to be full blown pussy boys. In addition I argued if Zach and I did as Daddy had taught us and only took raw cock, we'd likely get it eventually anyway. Daddy told me that he knew we hadn't been getting fucked as much as two hot little bottoms should be and that he was thinking the thing to do was poz us himself. I knew Daddy would figure out what was best for us so I just waited for him to tell us. About a week later on a Friday night Daddy came into our room his cock hard which always meant one or both of us was getting fucked. Knowing Daddy's dark secret my cock instantly sprang to life. Daddy sat us down and explained how he'd been pozzed and how he knew our fear of AIDS was keeping us from being proper pussy boys. He told us he'd decided to poz both of us. Just like the first time Daddy had fucked him, Zach was terrified. He knew, of course, that he had to submit, but as Daddy mounted him Zach was crying and begging Daddy not to fuck him. I remember watching, my cock as hard as steel, as Daddy's poz fuck tool slid inside his son's boy pussy. Zach moaned with pleasure but still apparently still conflicted about what Daddy was doing, because he sporadically begged his Daddy not to poz him. As Daddy worked his cock in and out of Zach's hole, making sure it was ready to receive his charged load, Zach apparently recognized that what Daddy was doing was truly setting him free to be a proper pussy boy, and that all he really wanted in life was to accommodate a lot of raw cock in his skinny twink ass. As that happened he starting begging Daddy for his load of poz cum and, knowing his son was ready Daddy moaned and fired his load of poz spunk deep inside Zach. Watching it happen I couldn't control myself and spunked all over my chest at the same time Zach's cock fired what would probably be its last ever neg load. After he came Daddy continued to pump Zach's ass a bit, working his poz load into him. He then pulled out and slid a but plug up inside Zach to make sure nothing leaked out. Then it was my turn and suddenly I found that thinking about getting pozzed and watching someone else get pozzed was different from getting it yourself. As Daddy mounted me I lay there on my back legs spread eagle, my boy pussy exposed. Daddy could see the fear in my eyes and doubtless knew I might try to chicken out so he pinned me firmly to the bed. As he went to enter me I was trying to think of how to stop him. "No, Daddy wait - wait - no - please - wait" I whimpered as Daddy's poz fuck tool entered my hole. I tried to clamp down but Daddy was having none of it and quickly forced his cock deep in my ass and began fucking me. "Ohhh God uuhhh uhhh no wait no uhhhh uhhh" I moaned as the pleasure of Daddy's cock hit me. My whole body was quivering and shaking with a mixture of fear, excitement and pleasure. But so the fear subsided as I gave myself into Daddy's loving embrace. My cock, which had gone soft from the fear, soon swelled and grew rock hard with excitement. Daddy's poison rod was fucking my boy ass and soon Zach and I would be full brothers, both having been pozzed up by Daddy. I looked over and saw Zach frantically jacking his cock. I was happy to see he found watching me get pozzed as exciting as I'd found him getting it. As Daddy neared climax the fear returned. I don't know if you can imagine but every fiber of my being was screaming at me to escape and at the same time WANTING Daddy's charged load inside me. My body was quivering, shaking, my cock an absolute shaft of steel as my hands alternately tried to push Daddy away and pull him in deeper. Daddy drove his nine inch poz fuck tool extra deep as he deposited his poz cum inside me. His thrust pushed me over the edge and caused my cock to fire a huge load cum all on its own without my having touched it. Just as he had with Zach, Daddy fucked his poz load into my ass and then plugged it up. We spend that weekend taking several more poz loads from Daddy, both of us loving every minute of it. And sure enough about a several weeks later we both came down with the fuck flu, and in due course, like Daddy, went on meds. Free of worry, we now are taking a TON of cock, each of us usually getting at least one anonymous load a day. And then there was the night we took neighboring stalls at a certain park restroom but that's a story for another day.

A little while later the door to the dungeon opened and a small framed naked Asian lad about my age came in and introduced himself as Ki, don’t worry I’m here to help you as he released me from the cage. Ki helped me to my feet and release my tied hands I almost collapsed on him as he gently laid me down on a padded bench. Ki took out some lotions and gently soothed my body, he was so tender as he lovingly caressed my battered body. Ki was so sweet my cock got hard as he went about his business, seeing my twitching cock my young friend said let me help you with that. No messing about he mounted my body head to toe and sweetly feed my cock into his mouth as I looked up his little brown hole was twitching in front of my face so I started licking his hole another first for the day soon enough I was able to get the tip of my tongue inside his little hole. When he got up I thought I’d done something wrong and said “sorry” Ki smiled and just lowered himself onto my cock as the head of my cock pushed through his ring the foreskin pulled back realesing my blood filled cock head into his hole, his man cunt felt so warm and good as he ring of Ki’s hole positively milking my cock, Ki was sliding up and down and in less than a minute my balls where tightening as my cum was hammering to get out, pumping up my cock to the head where it finally broke free breeding my Asian lovers hole, when my cock finished cumming he pulled off and sit on my face so I could suck all my cum out of his hole, it was a big load and tasted great mixed with his arse juices. Ki stood me back up and told me to relax as it would be a long tough night Ki then said to me that he was pleased that I had joined him as a slave as it would take the pressure off him, then then leant in and gently kissed me on the lips. I asked my new friend what should I expect tonight, he simple said that I would be abused by Tony’s friends and that I should try and get some sleep. I woke to Tony coming back into the dungeon, Ki quickly bowed his head. Tony came straight over to me and took me by the hand and strapped me to the St Andrews cross. Now boy the fun beings he said with a smirk on his face, oh by the way you’re a real internet hit I’ve got six nasty fuckers who have paid me a lot of money to fuck you up and they’ll be working you over in five minutes. Then the guys came in, the first one a painfully slim guy with a Mohawk came over and said I’m your first boy I have a gift for you I have full blown Aids and I am going to share it with you, you’re a lucky boy, with that he punched me in the balls and I let out a cry, good boy he said. He turned to Tony and told him to get me in the sling. Once attached he slapped me across the face hard and pulled my hair down and told me to swallow as he feed his cock which had a PA and was about 9 inches down my throat he started to urinate. That’s it swallow it all boy, I resisted as best I could and he pulled out and said to Tony open the fucker up for me, Tony inserted a mouth spreader and stretch my mouth so wide it hurt once in place the Aids fucker pushed his cock straight down and pissed long and deep I thought I was going to drown. Once he had finished he moved his hard cock in front of my eyes and proceeded to remove his PA and replace it with one with a spike on it, at this time I knew my life was over. Mohawk then started eating my hole as the other guys all took turns in feeding me their piss. Mohawk then said its time as he pushed his cock against my ring, when I tried to resist he punched my balls again and again as the others urged him on, I was done and then he stopped and said screw this when I’m finished with him nobody will want his cunt, I think you guys should fuck him first. More to cum if you want the next instalment?

Thank you positive feedback and comments, any ideas welcome. Long Weekend – Part 5 By now if was late Friday evening and a stream of guys of all ages and descriptions had visited me in the van in the woods not far from where I live. We had all lost count of the number of loads that I had taken, at least thirty, and they were all plugged up inside me with a massive butt plug. I was starting to come back to normality and the older guys who had tricked me into thinking that they were young lads in their twenties had been up for 24 hours so decided to drop me back home and get some rest themselves. The road out of the woods was bumpy and every pothole and log we drove over pushed the buttplug into my ass and massaged my sore insides. The van pulled up outside my house and then pushed me out the back doors in just a pair or cum soaked shorts and a dirty tank top. I unlocked the from=nt door and they pushed past me to retrieve their camera, sex swing, fucking machine and other sex toys. Kirk and Tim took me into my bedroom and told me to try to get some rest ready for their plan for the rest of the weekend. Kirk gave me a coupe of diazepam tablets with a generous measure of whiskey and the world around me quickly hazed out and I was asleep. Long Weekend – Part 6 After a long dreamless sleep I woke up feeling disorientated and confined, I couldn’t see and my arms and legs were pulled out into the shape of St Andrew’s Cross. I tried to look around but realised that the mask on my face was firmly in place and my limbs were firmly bound. The room was warm and I was naked except for the face mask, even the buttplug had gone, allowing my hole to relax and for a slow dribble of cum and ass juices to run down my low hanging balls and drip onto the floor. A door opened to my left and instinctively I looked that way, despite the facemask. The sets of footsteps entered and closed the door, then the familiar deep voice of Kirk, “Hold his arm perfectly still”, “Don’t worry, I’ve got it” replied Tim, who gripped my left bicep and forearm firmly, giving Kirk perfect access to the veins in my elbow. The familiar tightness of the tourniquet, the sharp point of the needle, the release, the cough, and the buzz, then repeated on my right arm. Then they removed the facemask and I was facing an array of three large flat screen display screen, each playing a different bareback movie. The mixture of groans, screams, moans and “fucks” coming from them was overwhelming. Kirk stuffed a couple of Viagra in my mouth and told me to swallow before fingering some of the mystery white crystals into my holes. “Enjoy!” he shouted as he and Tim left the room. At first the high and the horniness were amazing, the rush of chems through my blood and up through my arse combined with the endless stream of porn was mind-blowing. Black and Hispanic raw cocks slammed into young smooth white bottom boys, cum shot over their holes and fucked into them, gangbangs and drug-fuelled hate fucks. But my own hole felt completely empty, I needed to be fucked, I lived to be fucked, I lived to be used. My rock hard cock dripped precum on the floor but strained from not being touched. This was torture. After an hour, a dark hooded figure walked in holding a small black briefcase, which he opened up on a table beside me. The porn continued to play and the chems raced through my veins. He didn’t say a word, took out a small syringe and gave me a booty bump of fuck-knows-what and then donned two black latex gloves, knelt down in front of me, and started to tattoo the all-too-familiar toxic symbol above my cock. The vibrations from the tattoo gun, the pain, and the feel of his warm breath against my cool sweaty skin were too intense for words. I begged him to fuck me or suck me, to put something in my ass or just touch my rock hard cock. He didn’t even glance up at me or pause what he was doing. This torture was too much to bear, I was so fucking horny but couldn’t do anything about it. I begged him and begged him, I told him that I didn’t care if he was neg or poz or had AIDS or anything, I just needed him to fuck me. I was so high that I wondered if my words were just mumbles or he wasn’t even there. I tried to move my hips to make my cock hit his hand as he tattooed me, which just sent a string of precum through the air and hit him on the cheek. He stopped, wiped it off his cheek with his gloved hand, and then licked the glove. He stood up, walked behind and picked up something metallic of a table behind me. He came back in front of me and held the metal sound at eye level and then lowered it towards my cock. He teased the end of it into my piss slit and then, using nothing but my own precum, slid it down into my cock. Then he attached an electrode to the end and attached the other electrode to the frame I was attached to. At first the sensation of the sound inside my cock was all consuming; I had never used one before and it felt uncomfortable but right. At last I had something inside me. Then he turned up the power, sending electrical convulsions through my dick and into my prostate, wave after wave, my cock spasming up and down, my balls tightening against my body and buzzing. He turned it up again; my upper thighs tightened rhythmically, my lower abs. My precum forced around the sound and poured onto the floor between my legs, joining the mess of dirty cum and ass juices. The hooded figure continued the tattoo and, after twenty minutes, had finished. My cock and balls were dark blue and painful, my upper legs and abs were exhausted and tight, and to my surprise, my hole had tightened up again. He pulled the sound out of my incredibly sensitive cock before wiping away the blood from the tattoo and covered it with antiseptic cream. “Right” he said, as he removed his gloves, you are ready for auction.

I am a tall, fit 200 plus black guy. I am not fem in the least. I went into a Las Vegas bathhouse looking to top some strange ass. I spied this cute hispanic twink standing outside the video room. He was being hit on by a couple of old trolls. He looked frightened as they get tugging at his towel. I walked around looking for action in the darkroom. When I returned he was gone, but I could see at the two trolls peeking in the curtain of the video room. I squeezed passed them, letting them get a grope as I went in. When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw the twink again. Actually I heard him first, grunting and pounding his fist. He was on all fours over a couch with a mean looking white man sawing in and out of his hole. I moved closer and saw a thick beer can cock wet with pink juice pounding in his hole. Someone came behind me, reached around stroking my cock. My towel fell to the floor, as my eyes glued to that cock. Every thrust brought a new grimace to the face of the twink. I finally looked up into the face of this monster. He looked at me and said loudly, "Don't worry, you're next." With that, the man reached for the small of my back, roughly shoving me down on the couch, leaving me on all fours, face to face with the twink. Instantly my ass was being rimmed by some unknown figure. Fear struck my heart as I watched the pain in the face of the twink. The white God stuck a wet finger in my hole as he now was power fucking the twink so hard the couch moved. I tried to stand back up only to be pushed back down. Someone grabbed my head and pushed it into the face of the twink. I drove my tongue into his mouth as the weight on the couch shifted. Large hands gripped my hips, as a baseball bat sized cock punched at my hole. Although he apparently had lubed his cock head with some sort of cold liquid just before he plowed in, still I screamed, my teeth tearing into the fabric of the couch. There was no pleasure, just pain. I tried to push him off, but he was just too powerful. Then, mercifully, the pain was gone as he withdrew and shifted back to the twink, but the respite was all too brief as, for the next ten minutes he moved back and forth between us. At one point he picked up my body and positioned me onto the twink, leaving our two holes only inches apart, which made it easier for him to move between the two of us, and which also made it easier for him to spray both of our holes with his load. Each of the two trolls took the opportunity to leave his load before he left. As I am 90% top, I'm honestly not sure how the guys knew which of us would bottom.

Short...with a cliff hanger. _______________________ Chapter 11) I was flat on my back and wanted to stay there, but willed myself to sit up. I was not going to be a lump of Playdough for Daddy Scorpio to scoop up and shape however he wanted. I didn’t dare look at Mike, afraid I’d run to him and beg him to get me out of this awful room and away from these horrible people. Maybe I should have done what he’d wanted me to do, get the medication and get the hell out of this town. But that wouldn’t have just meant letting down Mike – there was Carlos and Ike and Aaron and Aiden, they were my friends now. And there was McCloskey and the other guys who’d pinned everything on Mike’s being able to break them out of this prison. But I’d blundered into the middle of it, opened my big mouth and screwed up everything. They needed me to be strong for just a little bit longer, and I could do it. As if I had any choice. “Novice, approach me,” Daddy Scorpio ordered. I hardened myself. Whatever was coming would be epically awful. The four guys who’d just finished with me weren’t nursing a grudge the way Daddy Scorpio was. I figured I may as well use that to put him off balance if I could. I got to my feet and walked towards him slowly, disguising (I hoped) my exhaustion as ease, determined not to crawl. I wasn’t sure how I managed to stay upright. Every muscle screamed; every time I took a step, my sphincter burned. “I see you this time you brought reinforcements to deal with me, Daddy Scorpio,” I said scornfully. As always when I talked back, the room went still. I heard a few poorly suppressed snickers coming from the four horseman. A glance at Mike caught a momentary look of horror on his face that he quickly hid. I suppose I was courting an apocalypse. “You haven’t even begun to pay for your insolence,” Daddy Scorpio shouted. “Haven’t we already had this little talk, Daddy?” I said. “There’s nothing you can take from me that you haven’t already. You won’t break me. You can’t. Because I’m not scared of you, you pathetic old man,” I spat, deliberately going for the one insult I knew would enrage him the most. He literally roared “On your knees!” and took two steps towards me. “Make me,” I challenged him. “Or are you afraid you won’t be able to?” He charged like a bull. At the last moment, I stepped out of his path, and he kept going for a few more steps before he swerved and hit me with a full-body tackle. I went down under him, hitting the velvet-covered altar with a scream. My entire body felt like one big, throbbing bruise. “You will worship me, Novice,” Daddy Scorpio demanded, as he turned and performed his signature move on me – sat on my face. “Inhale. Deep!” he barked. “Don’t feel like it,” I managed. He rested more of his weight on my face, and I could hardly breathe. I moved my head enough to gasp in a few breaths before he’d pinned me down again. “Lick me,” he ordered. I resisted for another minute, but I was already depleted and had used up my last burst of energy taunting him. So I began the inevitable ritual, sniffing, kissing and licking his muscular, hairy ass. Didn’t he ever get bored with repeating the same old routine? It must have had more to do with subjugation than with sex. That’s what turned him on and that’s what drove him so crazy about me: I refused to back down no matter how he tried to intimidate me. “That’s it, eat that man’s asshole,” he growled, sounding more like a football coach than a cult leader for a change. “Get your tongue up in my shitter. How’s it taste?” I tried to pull away. “Don’t like it? Get used to it. If I have to I will set up a rim chair in my office and keep you there during the day. Whenever I have a break, my ass will be in your face. And I’ll invite these four to stop by, and we’ll take turns fucking you over and over.” More great footage. We now had all five of them threatening me one way or another on the record. These guys had no idea what they were in for. That thought gave me strength. “Lick my balls,” Daddy Scorpio ordered. “Yeah, that’s it, use that tongue. Now use your lips…oh, yeah, boy. You do that really well. Open your mouth, suck those nuts, get that baby juice going. I’m gonna shoot my toxic load in your ass, and you can’t do anything about it. I’ll whore out your butt to anyone who wants to come here and use you, no questions asked. Then we’ll see how strong you are.” Better and better. He brought his dick with its “hood ornament” to my lips. I debated for a nanosecond whether to refuse, but knew I was out of strength so I opened up, and took it. He pushed it down my throat, ignoring my distress as I started to choke. And his blasted wearable sculpture didn’t make it any easier. I could just envision it cracking a tooth. Or ten. Tears ran down my face, and I began to retch, not there was much in my stomach to bring up. I was going on a bagel with lox and cream cheese, orange juice, iced coffee, Gatorade, water and the snacks that Aiden had shared…eight or nine hours ago. “Not so smart, now, are you?” Daddy Scorpio snarled. “No snappy comeback? Oh, yeah, your mouth is otherwise occupied,” he taunted as he thrust in and out of my mouth. I considered biting him for that one, but I wanted to make sure that he raped my ass. I had realized that then the only cum in my ass would be his and that bastard of a science teacher. Along with the film, they’d both be ruined completely. Not that I was going to let off the other three. It would mean going to campus police and the real police, but that’s what my dad would tell me to do. We needed to establish the chain of evidence. I did my best to relax, and began to have some success; my throat spasms eased a little. Of course, that’s when Daddy decided he’d had enough of that, pulled his dick out of my mouth. I checked with my tongue, and all my teeth were intact. Then he was grabbing my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders. Just a short while ago, I’d had a fraternity full of guys make love to me. This was all about power; I finally understood what it meant when they said that rape had nothing to do with sex. He started to jam his cock in my ass, and it was unbearable. I screamed, and managed to kick him in the side of his head. He smacked me across the face, back-handed; I didn’t stars, I saw entire galaxies. My ears were ringing and my left cheek throbbed. While I was still stunned from the vicious blow he rammed himself in. I couldn’t even muster a scream, just a groan. “I will break you, boy. You’ll be begging me for mercy,” he thrust in and out of my tender asshole, long, hard strokes that I felt head to foot. I could feel something warm dripping out of me; I had a feeling it was blood. I had to let him get off before I was damaged permanently. I reached around and began stroking his balls as I’d done earlier, hoping that would do the trick. It did. Thank heavens the guy was so fucking predictable. His thrusts picked up and he was grunting and groaning. Then he placed his hands around my throat and began to squeeze. “I’ve always wanted to do a snuff scene,” he said, “and this is the perfect time,” he growled. “Not only will you be out of my way, but your boyfriend will be the one to take the fall. I’ll make sure Mike is charged with your murder, and that your friends are indicted as co-conspirators. I’m going to crush you like a bug under the heel of my boot.” I took me a minute to understand that he was serious, this was not some sick fantasy and I started clawing at his hands; my heart was pounding, my chest heaving, and a yellow haze was clouding my vision. I couldn’t pass out, or that would be it; he had positioned us so that no one in the room would see what was happening. I managed to grab one of his fingers and pulled it back with my remaining strength. He howled with pain, and the pressure let up enough for me to gasp “Mike, help, he’s choking me!” before Daddy Scorpio was able to fasten both hands back around my throat. “Darren, no” Mike shouted. “Stop it, Coach, have you lost your fucking mind?” Mike came up behind the Coach, and got him in a headlock. Daddy Scorpio immediately let go of my throat to grab at Mike’s forearm. I gasped and started to cough and wheeze, unable to catch my breath. I felt a draft, heard shouts, and saw Carlos leading the entire frat, yelling “Don’t let any of these scumbags leave,” as he made a beeline for Daddy Scorpio and landed a right hook to his jaw. “El cabrón, hijo de puta,” Carlos said as he followed up with a left, and then delivered what appeared to be a knockout punch. Daddy completely lost his erection, and slumped against Mike’s restraining forearm. Aiden and Aaron spread the black silk sheet over me. Aiden took my head in his lap, stroking my hair and Aaron was holding my hand, saying “Try to relax, help is on the way.” And that’s when I fainted.

Pain and torture. I was released from the bench as I stood up Tony got between my butt checks and sucked Master M’s toxic cum out of my hole, he then stood in front of me and deposited the cum in my mouth, damn it was good as I swallowed it down. They gave me some time to relax before Tony said ok time for some fun, I was taken to Tony’s dungeon inside there where all types of whips, restraints, dildo's and stretching devices. Master M took me by the hand and placed me in the centre of the room, then he attached wrist straps, raised my arms above my head and attached the hooks to a winch. Soon I was hoisted up, hanging by my arms, he then tied inserted a ball gag in my mouth and tied it off. Master M, stood back and then told me as a worthless slave I needed to accept all punishment as his big black hand slapped my little white peachy bubble butt. He picked up a whip and started smashing it around me butt, then my back and chest, I was in so much pain but my cock was still hard. Master M, took my cock in his hand and tugged me foreskin back violently and then pulled in back over the head of my cock again. This is the last day you will have a foreskin boy you will be cut today he said with a smirk on his face. With that he pulled my balls down and attached a ball stretcher it felt really good, what a mistake as weights where added my balls were on fire. Ok boy you've been so good so far I will help you out, I wasn’t sure what he meant until he returned with a syringe and said let be introduce you to Lady T, first off he stuck the syringe into one of the thick veins on his powerful arms pulling back some of his blood and then he told me that his pure un-medicated virus would should be infecting my soul. I was scared and tried to move as he took the syringe grabbed my cock hard and injected the vein in my cock. I coughed into the gag in my mouth as the drug took its effect. Ok boy you’re going good, next up he took a needle and pieced both of my nipples place silver rings through them both and hung a chain in-between. I had never realised until now how much I enjoyed the pain and release of being a pure slut. Tony had filmed all the action and then said I need to fuck him Sir to Master M, ok Master M said as Tony release me down to the floor, I was then taken to the sling and strapped in legs spread high, Tony stripped in front of me his cock was thick with a big silver PA and a biohazard tat’ above his cock. He moved straight in and shoved cock straight in one thrust balls deep, he piston fucked as deep as he could, Tony really knew how to fuck hard pulling all the way out an slamming back to the hilt as hard as he could the sensation of his PA massaging my prostrate was causing my cock to leak loads of sweet pre cum juices pooling on my stomach, the fuck continued was what seemed a life time until I could feel the size growing in my hole as he was getting close, Tony stopped fucking me and said feel this boy as he said it I could feel the cum pulsing up to the head of his cock, Tony slid back then hard and deep and I could feeling wave after wave of hot cum shoot deep into my hole. Finally, when he pulled out exhausted Tony’s cock was covered in a mixture of cum and my blood from my wrecked hole, he came round and I instinctively opened my mouth so he could push his cock down my throat is tasted fantastic. As Tony was face fucking me Master M moved in and inserted a huge butt in my hole saying we need to keep you nicely open boy. I was released from the sling, hands were tied behind my back and then I was locked up in a small cage on the floor with a bowel of water as Tony and Master M left the dungeon… “we will return with our guests, later” Master M said…. Still to come, I become the party whore if you want?

Tuesday After Work Walking into the porn shop I thought of what it was I was looking for and why I had waited so long to get one. Now before you think I am a married prude I am not unfamiliar with porn shop, adult bookstores or ABS as you kids call em nowadays. I stop by on occasion to pop in some dollars and jerk off quick on the way home. Often with the viewing window down so me and some stranger can watch each other jerk off. They are again a nice safe way to be kinky without risking more than you want. As I walked in took notice of the cashier and smiled. It was one of my favorites, not that I have ever done anything but this guy was hot as all held. An older guy full and nice trimmed white bear, shaved head and really muscular. Think if you spliced Anderson Cooper with Joe Manganiello, fuckin nice image right. Anyways I went up to the toy wall and started browsing. Fuck there is a lot of thing that you can stick up your ass. I kept walking back and forth trying to decide between a set of butt plugs that were marketed as trainers (3 separate boxes 3 in each starting small and going to Lincoln tunnel) or this dildo that looked like what I imagined Tom’s cock must be like. “Need some help there son?” Without hearing him the cashier had snuck up behind me, I gave a start and a stare cause holy fuck he was hotter closer up. My hole started to twitch again like at lunch and my cock started to thicken, Fuck bet I still had some of the supplement running through me. “Ummmm not really sure which one to get, kinda new to all this” I stammered “Well here I can help you there” with that he grabbed the beginner and intermediate butt plug trainers off the wall and started back to the counter. On impulse I grabbed the dildo, figure I might be able to get it in there some day. I walked up to the front of the counter and he chuckled and motioned for me to come behind. The counter was tall about waist high and had shelves for storage underneath. The cashier looked at me and told me to drop my pants…..I stared at him like he was crazy and he repeated the command this time in a much more forceful way. Adding if I need it there were some poppers for encouragement under the counter to my left. Looking over I saw a bottle of Amsterdam already opened. Again my hole twitched and my mind raced. Was I really going to listen to this guy. Just then the front door opened and a guy came up to buy some tokens for the back. I sighed with relief. I am sure I look very out of place in my suit and tie just standing behind the counter. “Got a new one? “ “Naw just gonna give him a fitting” said the cashier with a wink The new comer chuckled and wandered off to the back room . He looked at me stared into my eyes and then glanced down. As if of their own accord my hands trembling undid my belt and drop my pants to the floor, before I could hesitate I grabbed the poppers bottle and took 4 deep hits. The rush hitting me and kicking that water back into me. I grabbed my underwear and the jock and tore them down exposing my full bush and hairy ass. The cashier looked at me with lust and came over and turned me so I was facing out into the store. Grabbing lube form the shelf I felt him smear some on my ass. “Now the beginner butt plug feels like this” and with that 2fingers were shoved roughly into my hole. I instinctively stood on tip toe, trying to deny him further entrance. His meaty hand came down on my shoulder and forced me back down. A moan escape my lips as I started to move my hips in a circle. His finger worked in and out of my hole, hitting my prostate. My cock fully hard dripped a steady leak of precum into the pouch of the jock between my feet. “This is the smaller set so this is what you would be starting with. Though seems like you have already being working this out a bit on your own. So we will get your started right at the intermediate level OK” Wordlessly and I nodded my head. At that moment I heard the door open. Panic gripped me as I saw Tom walk in the store. Quickly I ducked down pulling the cashier finger from my ass and crammed myself onto the shelf. “Hey Tom, got your order in , look like you are going to have a fun weekend this time.” “Me and Mike have a fun weekend every time but this time is going to be special. You should stop by after you get off work. We would love to have you. Not really a group outing but always fun to add a fourth.” “I just might do that thanks, here ya go have great day “ Once Tom left I scampered back out from under the shelf and the cashier was shaking his head and chuckling “Don’t know why you were so afraid Tom has seen me doing worse than that in here. Hell one time he came in while is husband was blowing me. That was a fun night. We ended up spit roast that hot little number right behind the counter. So back to your purchases, let get you’re the intermediate and that dildo I saw you drooling over and bring up. Here turned around for me and let me see that hole again……you might wanna hit those poppers too” Not needing encouragement when it came to poppers I took another 4 hits and present my ass. I heard him open the one box, smear some more lube on my hole and then felt the cool silicon of the butt plug pressing against my ass. Panicked I took 2 more hit of poppers and it snapped into me. I saw stars and my cock. FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKK it almost made me come. My breath was coming in shallow gasps. “ There ya go now pull up those pants and be on your way sexy. Before I decide to take a taste of the hole with more than just my fingers” Sliding money onto the counter I grabbed my purchases and made my way out of the store, the whole time the butt plug was rubbing my prostate. I opened my car door and sat down, instantly my cock erupted and the pressure from the seat pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed in the jock constrained and holding all my cum . It took me about 5 min before I could put the keys in the ignition and pull away. And you can bet I hit every pot hole on the way home……

I love that daddy's breed their sons. my daddy was not poz but he arranged a conversion event for me at 21 yo. He paid 3 poz men who were in the last stages of the disease to gang fuck me. Each of those beautiful men deposited 3 loads each of their toxic and lethal cum into my battered and bleeding hole. My father was very pleased and kept whispering the most twisted and sick shit in my my ears. i kissed and licked the mens lesions and sores and thanked them gratefully for giving me AIDS and that i looked forward to following them into death. Since then I have pozzed more than i can count ALL ages and my own offspring...i love my aids...

My name is Jacob. I grew up in a very strict evangelical Christian family. We attented church twice a week, had bible study every night at home, and believed sex was only in marriage for procreation. That's why we had 9 kids in our family. I was number 5. We lived in a small house with no privacy. All the boy's shared one room, all the girls another. So needless to say not only was masturbation a sin, it was near impossible to find a place to do it. But teenage hormones always find a way. I had mastered the art of silently rubbing myself off late at night, cumming into my hand then licking it clean to leave no telltale sign of my disobedience. Disobedience was a severely punishable crime. After God, Father and Mother reigned supreme, and any fractions were dealt with swiftly and severely. This most often consisted of a switch to the palms, or bare buttocks. I remember once my older brother Elijah was caught touching himself and Father made him strip naked in front of us boys and bend over, grabbing his ankles while his buttocks were administered with 39 lashes, the same number Jesus endured. He had to say "I am a sinner, I deserve this, Thank you Lord Jesus" after every strike on his flesh. All I could focus on was his exposed anus and his testicles and penis hanging down, all covered in light hair, such as I was sprouting at the time. I felt my own penis getting hard as I stared at my naked brothers private parts. But like I said, hormones drive teenage boys to take risks. I was 15 when I discovered I could sneak into my neighbor's garage while he was away at work and have a much more satisfying masturbation session that I could late at night in my room. Here, I had privacy and could strip naked and enjoy my body without fear of getting caught. Or so I thought. I had been enjoying Mr. Jackson's garage for several years, when one day there was a new development. I had snuck in as usual and started dropping my trousers when something caught my eye. On a shelf were some magazines. And not just any magazines, they were sex magazines. GAY sex magazines! Even more sinful than unmarried men and women! My blood ran cold knowing the devil was tempting me beyond my youthful masturbation, but I couldn't look away. I was transfixed at the images. I had of course heard of the evils of homosexual sex, but had never seen it. And here it was staring me in the face. And my penis had never been harder! I had barely touched myself when I ejaculated a mighty load all over Mr. Jackson's magazines and garage floor. I panicked at the thought of leaving evidence of my tresspassing and frantically licked my sperm off the magazines as best I could before replacing them as I found them. I pulled up my trousers and quickly went home, forgetting about what I left on the floor. A couple of days later, I returned to find the magazines again. This time I looked through more of them as I delicately stroked my penis until I orgasmed into my hand and cleaned up the evidence. I was hooked. The devil had his claws in me, and that night I prayed and prayed to God to save my soul. But I was too far gone with my interest in those magazines. Several weeks went by, with me there almost every day, falling deeper into the devil's trap. Then it happened. I was laying naked on Mr. Jackson's garage floor, stroking my penis, and I heard it. The door to the house opened and there I was, caught red handed. I didn't realize Mr. Jackson was home that day and I was caught hook, line, and sinker. I froze in terror, unable to move. Mr. Jackson just looked down at my naked body and smiled an evil smile. "Well, well, well," he snickered. "So it's you Jacob. I was wondering which boy had been sneaking over here. Looks like I caught me a tresspasser." As he said this he aimed his phone at me and snapped a couple pictures. "How old are you now boy?" he asked me. "18 now Sir." I was barely able to get out. "Perfect." he said as he snapped another picture. "Now what would your parents say if I told them about this and showed them these pictures?" "Please Sir!" I begged, tears running down my face. "Please don't tell them. I will be condemned." "You already are boy. Your mine now." He laughed as he stared down at me. Mr. Jackson was an older black man, with a short greying beard and a bit of a pot belly. He started unbuttoning his pants as he said, "I know you're a faggot Jacob. I know you've been looking at those magazines as you jerk off. Well boy, now I own you, and if you want to keep this private, you'll do as I say!" With that he pulled out his big, black dick which was already rock hard. I knew what he wanted me to do. I had now seen dozens of pictures of men sucking each others penises. I was about to do the same. "Meet your new friend, Kahn." he said as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. "Open up faggot!" My mouth spread apart as the tears ran down my face. Without ceremony he pushed his penis into my open mouth and started ramming it in and out. I struggled and gagged, choking on it as he held my hair, pulling my head back and forth, taking more pictures of my first oral sex. "Suck it you self righteous little whore. You're my whore now! God can't save you. You'll learn to worship and pray at your new god. You'll do anything I tell you, and learn to beg for it!" With that he started ejaculating down my throat, pumping his sperm down into my belly. When he was done he pushed me back down to the ground, smiling at my rock hard teen dick. "Jerk it boy!" He ordered me. I just grabbed it and started to shoot as soon as I had stroked it a couple of times. Mr. Jackson of course took more pictures as I shot all over myself. "Lick it up bitch!" He demanded. Then get dressed and get out. I'll be in contact." With that he went inside the house, leaving me naked and trembling at what had transpired. I knew I was now his property.

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

Who here likes piss up the ass? Nothing hotter than the feel of a hard cock in your ass and the warm fill of his piss.

It was late on a Friday afternoon, the work week was over, and I felt like letting loose and having some fun. While waiting for my dealer to arrive, I got cleaned up and cleaned out, then took half a dozen hits on the glass pipe. For once, my dealer was right on time, fixing me up with a nice fat 8ball, so I was ready for the weekend. After I pulled on a black jockstrap, my bare assed chaps, and my boots, I decided to check out my favorite bar. I like it because it’s a large space, with high ceilings, and it has a patio that’s perfect for cruising. The place draws a very masculine crowd, and it has a well deserved reputation for attracting men into PNP. I tied a long sleeved flannel shirt around my waist, to cover my bare ass, and off to the bar I went. I was leaning back against one of the benches that line the back wall, casually watching a game of pool, when I saw this guy walk in who caught my eye. Even though he was dressed like he just came from the office on casual Friday, wearing Dockers and a Polo shirt, he gave off a strong vibe that he could very likely be a hot prospect. It didn’t take long for me to find out. After he ordered a beer, he stripped off his Polo shirt, then his Dockers, folded them neatly, and laid them on one of the bar stools. He looked to be around 40 years old, had large hands, a broad chest, a great tan, and obviously worked out regularly. Now, he was wearing just a pair of tight black cotton briefs that really showed off the curves of his muscular bubble ass. I could see why he had positioned himself at the end of the bar. It was the perfect location for him to rather discreetly expose his big, thick cock and show it off. As he occasionally took a pull on his bottle of beer, his other hand pulled on his cock, and it quickly swelled to impressive length and extremely impressive thickness. He certainly had my attention. Most of the time, he looked straight ahead, but, once in a while, he would look my way, and flex his cock, making it jump. It certainly looked like an invitation to me. After a few seconds, I got up my courage, walked around the pool table, and stood right next to him, at the bar. He raised his beer, in salute, told me his name was Tony, then he asked me what I was drinking. He bought me a bottle of water and another beer for himself. I couldn’t help but notice how large his pupils were, so I knew that he had been partying, too. Before long Tony said that he really needed to take a piss, and he asked me if that was something I could take care of for him. I knew exactly what he meant, and I said, “Yes, Sir.” He had me follow him out to the patio where he positioned himself in a dark corner. Without saying anything, he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, so that I was on my knees, in front of him. Immediately, a lot of men gathered around to watch, as he pulled down the front of his briefs and flopped out his still semi-hard thick cock. As soon as I took his big helmet head between my lips, he let loose with a flood of warm chem piss. There was nothing I could do but keep guzzling it down, as fast as I could swallow, until he was completely drained. My stomach felt extremely full, and he voiced his approval, impressed that I was able to take it all. I knew that it wouldn’t be very long before I would be the one who needed to unload. Sure enough, not more than 10 minutes later, I felt like I was going to explode. We went back out to the patio where Tony spotted a Dad and his young boy, both dressed in full leather. He asked the Dad if his boy was into chem piss. Without answering the question, the Dad put the boy on his knees, in front of me, and I blasted what seemed like an endless stream of chem piss down the boy’s throat. When I was finished, the Dad told his boy, “What do you say ?” The boy looked up at me and said, “Thank you.” Walking back inside the bar, Tony asked me if I ever slammed. I said, “Yeh, a few times.” He said, “Good. Let’s get you recharged.” With that, we both went into one of the restrooms that was supposed to be for only one person at a time, and we locked the door. Tony pulled out a small zippered pouch from his pants pocket. He tied off my upper arm, and found a good bulging vein, which he swabbed with an alcohol pad. After pulling off the cap with his teeth, he slowly slid the needle in, pulled back on the plunger, got the flash, then completely depressed the plunger. Very quickly, he removed the tie from my upper arm and pulled out the needle. I pressed 2 fingers against the crook of my elbow, and held my arm over my head, as I coughed loudly, and a tremendous rush began coursing through my body. Tony said, “How you feeling, now ?” Between rapid breaths, all I could say was, “holy fuck !”

I'm not Sure how i feel about what i'm about to write, it was scary and painful and i my body betrayed me because in the end i really liked it, i'm hard as a rock just thinking about it, you see me & my (Straight/Bi) married younger brother have started fucking around on the side and We kinda have a don’t tell policy about out little playtime, he doesn’t tell my boyfriend and I don’t tell Anyone else, like my sister-in-law, this last Friday he changed the game he showed up at the same time as always but this time he showed up with three of his friends from work, he said they wanted to checkout my new PS4, they had beer and Tequila chips and dip , a little after work party, his friends were pretty cool and not bad looking either I sat on the side while they ran around the virtual world shooting up stuff drinking beer and taking Tequila shots, I’m really into the game at this point, not paying a lot of attention to what’s going on, my brother says “back in a min. gotta go drain the python!” one of his friends Mark says “that Shit’s not a python it’s another fucking leg!” he says laughing, now I’m watching two of the guys play so I don’t see my brother when he comes out of the bathroom, all the guys look over at the same time “oh Shit” my brother comes walking over and stands in front of the T.V. with his Pants & underwear down around his ankles , both of his hands are wrapped around his cock and still 5 inches are showing, he starts walking toward me and says “Open your mouth!” I say “No, get outta here” I act like he’s kidding around and we’ve never fooled around before, “I Said suck my fucking dick!” and he pushes it into my face, I said “no stop playing”, I feel someone grab my head and he keeps it in place, now I can’t move my head and my brother’s massive cock forces it’s way thru my lips, so give in and start sucking, I hear the whole room say different things “holly Shit” “fuck how is he taking that shit?” my brother pulls out so I think he done, I’m thinking he’s just showing off in front of his friends, but right as he pulls out one of his buddy’s shove his cock in my mouth it’s not as long as my brother’s dick but it’s getting fatter around in my mouth, I hear my brother say “Next!” and another dick gets put in my mouth this one is big and uncut leaking precum like crazy into my mouth, he grabs my head and rams his semi-soft dick down my throat and leaves it there holding my nose, I feel it growing hard down my esophagus, filling my throat so I can’t breath then pulling out just when I think I won’t get any air, they somehow pick me up and flip me on my back so my ass is up and the back of my head is down on the couch, then the fourth guy kneels in front me, he’s a black guy with a huge dick he starts fucking my mouth, it goes in easier now that I’m on my back I can take the length a lot easier but it’s still to fat for my mouth, he pulls it out of my mouth and slaps my face saying “watch the teeth!” then back in it goes, the blood is rushing to my head, I’m really dizzy it so surreal, the black guy pulls out now the Uncut German guy is fucking my throat when I realize my pants and underwear are coming off, I hear the Latin guy say while playing with my big hairy balls “man he has a pretty big dick!” jacking it my precum starts flowing like a bottle of lube I can feel his hand roughly slapping my dick “he got this hard from sucking dick?” the German guy says “watch this” he pulls his dick out of my mouth and puts his ass in my face, so I start licking it , his hole is kind of Hairy and smells really musty an sweaty but I lick his hole from ball sack to drilling deep in his hole, he gets off of my face and now mark starts pumping my mouth with his 7 inch cock, not as big as the other guys but still choking me, I start feeling fingers playing with my hole using my pre-cum to wet it, then someone spits, and then I feel what feels like a hand go in, I hear my brother say “see this is what I did to his ass on vacation” my brother is opening my hole he’s fucking me slow and deep, “turn him over” some one says, they flip my over so my ass is hanging over the back of the couch, “wait wait” I say but they don’t hear me the uncut German guy goes in my hole his pre-cum makes great lube, he fucks my ass slapping my dick which gets harder with every thrust! He black guy is back in my mouth, I’m sucking his cock and it taste so good now that I’m use to the size, the guy pumping my ass starts shooting his load I can feel him pulse each shot deep in my hole, he pulls out and another dick goes in, he’s fucking me so hard our balls are slapping together, “oh Fuck Oh Fuck!” I hear him say, then I feel him pulse and shake pounding his load deep in my ass, he pulls his softening dick out and then I’m pulled down on the floor onto my back! I feel a huge pain in my ass but the next cock is so big it push the cum deeper into my hole, it really hurt at first but with each thrust it feels better, feels so good now ,I know he’s my brother but his massive cock feels so good, the black guy and my brother are fucking me from both ends, my brother’s cock in my ass has me so full my dick is super hard now from the Pounding my hole is getting, the black guy is holding my hands down as he pumps my throat , my hole I now a loose open wet mess now my brother is banging me to the hilt I’m taking his full fat 9 inches I’m so hard, my hole is so open my brother Pulls all the way out then plows into me balls deep fuck his cock is so hard he screams out “Holy Fuck!” and starts pump my ass full of cum! He’s so deep in my ass the pulse of him fucking me triggers me cumming I start shooting a fountain of cum all over my face and chest, the black guy pulls out of my mouth runs over to my ass and plunges is fat dick in my hole unloading another huge load! The guys all get dressed and out in minutes, my brother says “that was fun, see you next week!” and I’m by myself, I stand up and as I make my way to the bathroom cum just pours out of my ass, I’m not sure how I feel about what happened, I think I could have stopped it but I kinda didn’t want to, it got a little rough but I guess no pain , no gain, and my wild open ass is still sore after 3 days, I hope they each come back one day so I can fuck their holes!

Last night, I got to thinking about this topic and was wondering what other guys' opinions are. In short, I met a top on BBRT with a HUGE cock, 11 inches and THICK to be exact, biggest cock that's ever fucked me. He literally made me feel like a virgin getting broken in for the first time. I have had my share of guys with big cocks fuck me but this guy was on another level. He fucked so awesome, hard and rough, for a good long time before he bred me. My ass is completely sore today and I love the reminder every time I sit down that I my ass was ravaged by this huge cock top. What's funny is this- after I left his place, another top on BBRT hit me up, a guy I had spoken to a few times before but the meeting time was never convenient. So after getting bred by this huge top, I went over to this other guy's place. His cock, on the other hand, was on the smaller side of average. When I saw his cock, I felt like I was so spoiled by this huge top earlier and this one will feel like nothing. I was WRONG. Not sure if it was the guy that turned me on, or the way he fucked, or what it was, but his rather smaller average cock felt so good inside me. And the best was when he came, he did what I love when tops do- pushed his cock all the way in, stopped thrusting and let me feel every pulse of his seed firing off into my ass. I left his place feeling about equally satisfied as I did from the huge hung top. It made me come to the realization that I had two polarizing size cocks fuck me in the same night and I was equally happy with the both of them. Whereas I thought I had a little size queen in me, I realized that small cocks can be great too. It actually makes me feel sorry for all those guys who post ads on sites like BBRT demanding ONLY tops hung at least 9". So that's my rant for the day, the results should be interesting.

So here I was just turned eighteen and been kicked out of home with just the clothes on my back and twenty pound in my pocket, what was I to do? Sitting alone in the park feeling sorry for myself I suddenly realise I needed a pee. I got to the public men’s loo’s walked in and sit in one of the cubicles being bored I started to read the gay graffiti on the walls which caused my seven inch cock to swell. One note caught my attention it simply read “gay model for us and make good money” there was a mobile number. Once I left the loo’s I quickly rung the number before I could get nervous, a guy answered I said hi and told him I’d seen the ad in the loo’s, he seemed really nice asked me about myself I told him I was eighteen 5ft 6 130 pounds and really needed the money, he said cool and gave me an address and directions and said come over as soon as I liked. What was I to do! I started making my way to the address given, once there I knocked on the door and I was pleasantly surprised when the door opened and a well dressed man appeared, probably late thirty’s but really fit looking he introduced himself as Tony and I shook his hand, come in I’ll fix you a drink. Once in this apartment he came back with a beer and told me about the modelling conditions, I was to be photographed and would be paid a small sum for that but the big money was dependant on how far I was prepared to go. Tony presented me with a form which listed out how much I would be paid for each sexual item or I could sign the waiver and be paid a thousand pounds. I should have thought about it what the fuck I signed the waiver and gave it back to Tony, his eyes lit up saying very good. Tony took me hand and led me to the shower room and asked me to have a shower and clean myself out, he gave me a towel and told me to leave me clothe in the bin for washing and to join him when I was done. After my shower I came back out and found Tony, he looked me up and down and said very nice. Tony took me to his studio and told me to stand so he could take some pictures as he did he gave me instructions to slowly remove the towel I did as he said I was really getting into this as the camera continued to flash, when naked he had me squat and pull me butt cheeks apart exposing my hairless virgin cherry. Good said Tony as he put the camera down, he then led me to a cross on the wall and fixed my arms and legs in position, damn I was so hard, Tony said I was now going to be shaved and oiled from head to toe. Tony took a set of clippers and shaved me head to a number one crop, then removed my under arm hair and he started shaving off my pubic hair. Then he wet shaved my arms, legs and cock and balls. Then he was satisfied he stood back to admire his work, damn he said you look so good. Quickly he started oiling me from head to toe and started taking more pictures. You look great Tony said as he unstrapped me from the cross. Ok now you’re ready for the main event as he strapped me to a bench laying on my stomach I was fully exposed as he tied my legs apart and stretched them to open my butt crack wide. I was surprised when he left the room and said he would be back shortly, when he returned there was a second voice he was introduced as Master Maurice a bull of a black man, Maurice is the stud who will be the top in the BDSM video I didn’t really understand but was in no position to argue. Master Maurice stripped in front of me damn he was hung his cock was 10 inches hanging matched only by his balls which where enormous Master M then pulled my head back and ordered me to open my throat as I complied the head of his big black meat pushed into my mouth, good boy as he pushed more inside me, I could hardly breath as more of his cock pushed down my throat, soon he was hard and trusting deep into me his big black balls slapping my chin, good boy he said again, you like that poz cock in your throat don’t you boy he said as he pulled in out I nodded, good boy, I will feel even better in your virgin hole as I unload my toxic cum deep into your bowels he said. Damn what the fuck had I gotten into as Master M moved round and slapped the cheeks of my butt, next I felt his tongue licking at my pink cherry damn I was in pig heaven as he stopped replacing his tongue with his huge mushroom headed cock dipping pre cum on my virgin hole, he kept on spitting on my hole lubing it up good, I could feel his cock pushing hard at entrance to my hole, soon enough the head broke through my cherry ring and I could feel a burning sensation. Master M was considerate he held his cock in position so I could adjust before slipping inch after inch into my hole, he would push in hold, then push more in, soon enough I thought he had bottomed out as I could not take anymore, damn I was wrong he was hard up against my inner ring, Master M then said hold on boy this is going to hurt he pulled back and then punched through my inner ring, I screamed my lungs out as his big black meat pushed right up into my bowels, I was his now as his heavy balls rested on my butt. Good boy he said again and again as he started to fuck me slowly at first and then with power and pace opening up my hole stretching me out. Master M then paused and pulled out both he and Tony then flipped me on my back and tied me back up, it was only then I truly could see Master M in all his glory his cock must have been a foot long, that’s when something strange happened I said “I want more, please breed me Sir” damn Master M’s heavy cock then just hammered straight back in my hole no stopping this time as his balls where smashing against my butt he power fucked me and I could tell he was getting close as his cock grow ever harder the head swelling in my destroyed hole “give it to me Sir” I shouted that sent Master M into overdrive the cum pushing up his cock pausing at his head and then shooting volley after volley deep in my bowels. When he finally pulled out Tony said scene 1 cut. I was virgin no more. Tony said next scene chem’s and bdsm pain… As Master M’s cum was pouring out of my wrecked hole it was then that Tony told me that the waiver I had signed made me his property an owned slave and I was to be his personal toxic cum dump. Part 2 Pain and torture to cum, if you want?

Not living in New York, LA or Berlin I have to say that attending a bareback sex party isn't really THAT anonymous . Als to the question at hand: Have to agree with bbalphaboy, 2-3 loads is a good rule of thumb. I however usually make sure that it's always different guys who get bred by me

If you want to fuck raw and anonymously, I'm not sure there's going to be much trust to build off of to trust a guy when he says he's clean. Fucking a stranger anonymously bareback means assuming the risk that he could have an STD that he could give you. You have to decide if you're willing to take that risk - plenty of people on here have decided for themselves that they are. If you want to fuck someone raw and be sure that they're not going to give you anything, that requires trust, not something you're likely to get off of an anon breeding ad on CL. You can always go on PrEP to try and reduce the risk, but that's not a sure thing as far as we know, even though the results so far look great. Just think it through, weigh your options, find a balance between risk and enjoyment that you're comfortable with for your life, and have fun.

I've got plans for my "four horseman" and Daddy Scorpio...revenge for the members of the frat!

Received my last load from a bi guy while I licked his wife.

My high drive to breed always makes me want to breed at least three times. In other words, at least three loads of potent seed I ejaculate. I dont care if its the same ass every time, different onces, whatever... As long as my seed ends where it belongs, which is inside an ass, its fine for me. Ive done my purpose.

Long Weekend – Part 7 “What kind of auction?”, I asked. “The kind where the highest bidder gets to keep you”, he replied laughing. “Yeah, but for how long? 24 hours or something?” I asked, hoping it was like charity auctions that I had been to. “Nooooo kid, until they get bored of you or wear you out, then they’ll sell you off”. To my surprise, he lowered his hood and looked me in the eyes. “It’s not as bad as it sounds, I promise. I was bought four months ago and my Master gives me all the chems and sex I could ever want, this is your ticket to financial freedom”. He was about 22 years old, his eyes were dark and sunken, but his smile was stunning and I leant forward to kiss him. His lips met mine and his tongue shot into my mouth; we kissed deeply, breathing each other’s breath, never breaking eye contact. He reached between my legs and ran his finger around my edges of my cunt, lightly at first and then more firmly, tracing little circles around my delicate ring. I tried to spread my legs to give him better access but the straps were too tight. He massaged the head of my super sensitive cock with his other hand and I could feel the orgasm building inside me. I started to moan and he stopped. “That’s enough for now, let’s find you a new owner” he said as he walked out the door. As he turned the corner I caught sight of him licking his fingers. A few minutes later a group of men walked into the room, looked me up and down, felt my body, played with my cock and arse. A couple, two black men in light grey suits in their mid-thirties, waved a bottle of poppers under my nose to see how I’d respond – I took a couple of deep hits and begged them to fuck me. They walked over to Kirk and offered to buy me immediately. I don’t know how much they paid but I was released from the restraints and led into a changing room where I showered and they had provided a selection of designer clothes for me to wear. Freshened up, we stepped outside into the soft morning sunrise and into blacked out BMW 5 Series. Once on the motorway, the couple introduced themselves as Carl and Mike, a very successful pair who worked in the London stock exchange and had recently been made aware of the benefits of a houseboy. They explained that I would be able to go shopping and make new friends and not need to go to work; everything would be paid for. But in return, I was to look after the house and do anything they or their guests required of me. I asked if there were any limits and Carl smiled, “What limits would you like?”. “I don’t like scat or extreme pain, but watersports and a bit of pain are ok” I answered. “That’s cool boy, we’re not into that kinda shit either, but I hope your hole is accommodating as we’ve been told it is – those videos were pretty impressive”, said Mike. I nodded and smiled and wondered how many other people had watched the videos. Carl could see me thinking and said, “If you’re wondering who has seen those videos of you getting bred by all those guys and getting your cunt ruined, pretty much everyone, they are all on raunchyfuckers.com”. “That’s cool”, I said, “I hope we can make some more” and winked at them both. After another half an hour of driving we pulled up outside their house, a huge detached place with large landscaped garden and electric gates. “Welcome to your new home boy”, they said together.

A few days ago I was craving to be a slut, especially after a two week hiatus from having taking any loads. I invited a new buddy over. When he arrived I was pleased to see he was way hotter than his pics. We started kissing and I reached in and grabbed his dick. It was on the smaller side, (not that I mind), and as I fondled it in his underwear all the while working his nips. That really did the trick because his dick started to swell and WOW - was he a grower. It grew to about seven inches, and not only was it long, it was massively thick. I sucked him off for a while and he returned the favor, but I wasn't there to just suck dick, so I positioned myself in front of him and rubbed my hole against the slick head of his cock, grabbed for the poppers and took a few big hits and eased myself onto his dick until I felt his pubes against my ass. He rode me like that for a while, flipping me missionary, and back again to doggie. He would slow down and edge himself in my ass, saying it felt too good and he didn't want to cum yet. And honestly, I didn't want him to blow yet either, so I slowed myself down as well. We fucked for a good 20 minutes until he whispered he couldn't hold back anymore. I rode him hard and he thrust deep and moaned loudly as he deposited load number one deep in my hole. After he left - I had a second buddy come by - a cub friend with whom I play regularly. I didn't tell him I had the load deep in me - wanted to see if he would notice on his own. The few weeks of celibacy definitely helped my hole snap back tight - and when he started pushing into me I gasped. He fucked me nice and slow - which was good so that none of the previous load would get fucked out. We fucked sensually for a while - and he kept telling me how silky my hole felt. He also told me that he hadn't cum in five days and that he'd be giving me a huge load. When he shot I clamped my hole down on his dick to milk out every drop. After he pulled out - a small river of cum dripped out of my ass - and he commented "Wow, that WAS a huge load!" I still didn't tell him about the surprise that was lubing up his cock inside of me. When we finished - I jumped on BBRT and saw I had a message from a FB. He wasn't free for an hour or so - so I shoved a butt plug in my ass to hold in the loads. When he arrived he wanted to pull the plug out himself and lick up my dripping hole. That was super hot. I think it got him too worked up because once he started fucking me he only lasted a few minutes before he gave me his wad deep in my guts. Of course I didn't want to waste that load so I shoved the plug back in and took a nap. Three loads in a few hours. This cumslut is back in action!

CHAPER 10: Chris: How lucky can a barebacker get? I had not one, but two hot studs all to myself, at least for the next 10 or 20 minutes. “Give me those,” I ordered, taking the test swabs from Sergei and Jake, placing them in separate test vials as I asked “Now, where were we?” Giving my best 'naughty look', I hurriedly removed my shorts and underwear, leaving myself naked and ready ready to go. Turning to Jake I gave him the go-ahead as I commented “Grab that lube, sexy," bending over the exam table, which exposed my horny hole. Most times for HIV testing we use the smaller exam rooms, so I suspect many, if not most of the patients know what’s going on when someone uses this room, but I was hoping Nick was too busy to bother me while I took care of these poz studs. Sergei looked over at me, then back at Jake, nodded, raising his eyebrows, and lightly mouths the word “Neg?” Not knowing the accurate answer to Sergie's question, Jake smirked, replying “Not much longer,” giving me a devilish grin. Yeah, all three of us knew our purpose: to engage in hot, piggy, poz on neg fucking. Jake reached into one of the lower drawers, and, as he had the last time we played, he found a container of lube which is stored for just such occasions. Finally, I need to push things along. “Get naked, guys.” Both immediately dropped his shorts and underwear as Jake announced “Time to breed some ass.” Standing there almost completely naked, Sergei was massaging his poz cock and precum into the crack of my ass. “Mmmmm … ohhhh yeah ... I’ve been needing some,” I moaned. “Still neg huh?” Sergie asked. “Not sure right now if I am or not, don’t care, … don’t think I’ll be much longer,” I laughed. “So hot – you like I brought my gifter with me then huh?” Jake asked. “Mmmmm … hell yeah I do!” Sergei isn’t paying any attention to our chatter, he was grunting with pleasure as he teased my hole, getting ready to plug me. Clearly enjoying the sight of amazing Sergei's cock, Jake piped up “I knew once he found out you were neg he’d want to help breed you.” “Mmmm… Hell yes I do,” Sergie added. With that Jake placed his hand on Sergei's huge poz cock and recommended "You better lube up well, Sergei. "Ohhhhh yeah … get me ready … I’m so horny to poz,” Sergei remarked without pausing in teasing my ass as Jake prepped Sergie's cock. “You want this poz dick boy?” Sergie asked. “Yeah." “You want this?" Sergei again asked, this time his cock head kissing my tight hole. “Ahhhh yeah, that’s it …ahhhhh … I feel it,” I announced as I felt him apply slow, even pressure as he pushed the head in. "Fuck … fuck,” I involuntarily moaned. “Damn, he’s huge,” Jake remarked with a laugh. “Shhh you guys… Someone’s gonna hear you,” I cautioned. Sergei, however, wasn't slowing down in his attack on my hole, and was by this time nearly all the way inside me. I knew my face was turning a little red as I tried to relax, trying to adjust to the telephone pole being shoved in my ass. Sergei’s cock is definitely bigger than my own, and likely bigger than Jake’s. “FUCK… FUCK … ahhhhh … ahhhhhh.” Sergei's attack on my ass stung, and seemingly chased the words out of me. “This is what makes him such a great gifter Chris,” Jake, remarked. "Yeah… ahhh… ahhhh fuck," I replied. “FUCK YEAH … he’s all the way in you now … fuck yeah, take that cock that knocked me up,” Jake urged as, from the corner of my eye I could see he was stroking his hot cock as he watched Sergie impale my ass. “HOT!!” I moaned as Sergei withdrew almost completely, only to abruptly slide back in, balls-deep, not giving me any time to get used to his girth or the accompanying pain. Jake: Chris is one my favorite fuck buds and I’m intent on him testing positive; I just hope he’ll share it once he does. Watching Sergei banging Chris’ I’m hard and leaking; I move around to use the other end. “Fuck yea boy … you like that poz dick, don’t you?”, “Yes”, and just like that, I wipe a big glob of my precum on Chris’ lips and face, “That’s it boy… yeah … taste that poz precum”. Chris just looks up at me sucking me his lips and lapping at the head of my cock. “Take it boy … you know you want it”, and my cock slowly snakes its way into his mouth. Sergei is full on fucking Chris and I know if this room wasn’t semi-separated from the others the whole place would know men are having sex in here. I look up at Sergei, then down at Chris’ ass, “I need in that”, he nods, “Dah”, and we move around the table trading places. “Clean me up pig”, and Sergei starts using Chris’ mouth the same I was two seconds ago. I spread a small amount of lube on my cock and slide home in one quick shot, Chris nearly chokes on Sergei’s cock but then pushes back against me, “Yeah you want that poz dick… You know you do? Don’t you boy?”, I can only hear him mumble, what I assume is “yes”, with most of Sergei’s cock filling his mouth. I start riding Chris, I love this boy’s ass, so tight, so sexy and so full of my poz cock right now. “I need to cum bad Chris … gonna fill you, gonna give you what you need”, I can feel myself already getting close and I look up at Sergei with an almost concerned look on my, “Not yet”, he says, “Let’s swap”, and he and I swap again. In the space of three minutes this pig is going ass-to-mouth with two different poz cocks – I love it. Sergei slides back in without so much as a pause and starts riding his hole again, “Take it pig … take this poz dick … ohhhhhh so good”, Chris removes my cock long enough to reply, “Fuck me… fuck me… ohhh fuck … breed me”, and then returns to sucking me. Sergei puts his hands up on Chris’ shoulders in an attempt to get inside him deeper, I know he’s going to blow his load soon, I can see it on his face. Chris is groaning loudly now as his body is slammed hard against the exam table. He looks over and grabs one of Sergei's fingers and starts suck on it like a cock; he’s so cock hungry, I love it. Half sucking, half in a lusty sex daze, "Yeah, do it … breed me, Sergei, …breed me", Sergei is grinding into Chris so hard he nearly lifts him off the table. I know Sergei loves to breed ass doggy style – rough, verbal and very dirty. Without words he put a hand on Chris’ back, withdraws at least six inches of his rod, and then starts throwing Chris a seriously hard fuck. Each stroke long and deep, I’m holding onto him as he struggles to stay upright from the serious banging he’s getting. “Uhhhhhhh … uhhhhhhh”, Sergei grunts loudly, his eyes closed, and the exam table even squeaks a bit from the abuse Chris’ ass is taking. To me the sounds of two men fucking make things that much hotter, and I continue to stroke my cock as I watch, again using Chris’ face to wipe my pre. Chris leans forward, but Sergei doesn’t miss a beat and grabs Chris’ hips and pushes harder – it looks like he’s trying to climb in Chris’ hole. “Fuck yea… fuck yea… I want it…”, Chris is moaning as Sergei lays into him, I know Chris is about to take a huge load of unmedicated HIV+ cum. I look at Sergei, he’s sweating, focused and so into it, “I’m about to … ohhhhhh…… ohhhh fuck I’m gonna breed … AHHHHHHHHH ”, then I see grab on tight, “Ahhhhhhhhhh… Ahhhhhhh… Fuck! Fuck!”, Sergei says gruffly, “Take my fucking seed!”. Chris just groans, knowing he’s getting bred, and I just hold on, smiling down at him, watching Sergei fill his ass with toxic sperm. They stay connected like that for only a minute, knowing they needed to keep things going Sergei and I quickly switch places again, “Clean me”, I hear him as I look down. As I tease my cock on Chris’ slimy, well-used, hole I can see his face is buried in Sergei's crotch, cleaning that spent Russian cock while I work his ass. Sergei takes the opportunity to taunt our fuck hole, moving his groin away every time Chris gets a chance to suck on him. He’s taunting him, asking him repeatedly if he wanted this cock, then backing away and then lunging forward so that the head of his uncut dick slaps Chris in the face. He laughs at him while I watch, and then finally he lets Chris suck on him. Chris starts sucking the wet dick into his mouth and tongues the head, moaning, Sergei’s hand on his head in total control, as I force in the head of my cock. "Jesus", its so hot barebacking Chris and watching him suck on the cock that just bred him. I moan and thrust forward, deeper, still deeper, until I feel my nuts touching his ass, “Yeah … I’m bottoming out babe”. Chris moans and pushes back trying to get more of my poz cock inside, “Damn! Its so hot that he wants it this bad!”, I think, and make several deep strokes a few more times roughly, “You want my cum, bitch? You want this poz cock flooding your guts?". Chris pulls off Sergei’s cock long enough to say, “Yeah” and goes back to sucking. I can hear Sergei, “Fuck yeah pig, suck me”, as Chris moans around his cock and seems eager to try and work out another load. I grab onto his hips mimicking Sergei, I pull back, and drive forward hard with a slapping sound. Chris moans again, and I can see Sergei’s balls in his mouth as I keep banging his ass. Sergei grabs the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp. Chris has two poz cocks invading him right now and four strong hands pulling and grabbing at his body; it looks to me like Chris found heaven. I can feel a load building and I know I’m about to pump another huge nut of infected cum into another hole … I groan, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. “, and then thrust forward. I hold onto him tight as I feel my body spasming, “FUCKKKKKKKKKK!” Chris keeps licking Sergei's balls as he takes a second dirty load. As I feel my cum squirt out of my cock I imagine my load mixing together with Sergei's and making its past Chris’ defenses – he will be HIV+. I love group sex like this, I need to do this more often, and I want Chris to converting at the business end of my cock. I see Chris licking just the head of Sergei’s cock, it looks like we’re both still horny, I know I am. I decide to keep pounding straight through my orgasm, and instead of letting up, I get rougher and thrust harder … I bang him another full minute and then it happens, “UHHHHHHHHH……. UHHHHHHHHH… OH FUCK!! OH FUCK !!!!!!”, and I drop a second load as Chris’ whole body tenses up, he’s sweaty and moaning, I think he just blew his load getting off on me fucking him. “Did you nut?”, he nods, moaning, barely able to speak, I pull out and let Chris clean me up, then we quickly put clothes back on. Chris catches his breathe and gets dressed, he looks at the tests, grinning, “Hmmm… still neg… go figure”, and winks at both us. I see Sergei roll his eyes, but he kinda laughs with me. Chris throws out the test kits and we make our way out; if anyone needs this room anytime soon all they’ll smell is sweat and cum. Cody: Dad and I head out to one of the tattoo stores and browse, finally one of the guys that works there approaches us. He’s about my height maybe a few years older than me, but younger than my Dad and a hottie, especially with his dark hair, facial hair and the several tattoos I can see. “I’m John … can I help you guys with anything?”, my dad speaks up, “Yeah ... we’re looking for a tattoo for my so… my boyfriend”. “You guys have anything particular in mind or any thoughts about a particular style or type?”. I look at him, “Yeah … “, and I flash him a wicked smile, “…something naughty,” he smirks. “Something maybe exotic, naughty… kind of dark”, “Something devilish? Aggressive? Rough? Or maybe something that might serve as a warning?”, I just nod at the last one, “That”. He smiles at me and pulls out two samples, one a grim reaper, and the other a biohazard tattoo, “Like this?”, he asks. I look at my Dad, I smile, “Kinda like that yeah”, then he grabs a black Scorpion with a white outline, “Or like this?”, my face lights up. I look at Dad again, its obvious we agree, “That will look so hot”, Dad just smiles back at me. “Cool. This one’s been popular lately … have you thought about where you want it? Arm? Bac…..”, and I cut him off, “Groin. I want it just above my…. ”, I hesitate, he grins wide, “Your cock yeah … it’ll look good there” – he flashes me a wicked smile like he knows why I’m getting it. “This one costs $125, but that includes all your needles, ink, and after care to keep the skin lubricated so it heals right and looks great for a long time”. I look at Dad and he just says, “I think that’s good,… you sure you want this?”, I simply nod. “I’m booked until about 4. If you want to get it today, just pay me now and we’ll set the appointment”, “Sounds good to me”, I’m grinning, and we get things setup. We leave the tattoo shop, “Dad lets walk over to the ‘toy’ store”, “Ok”, and we cross the street and walk over one of the adult stores. “What do you want to get?”, “Why don’t you look for us some new lube, I need to look at a few things on my own”, “Ok fine”, and I head towards the restraints while Dad heads for the lube. If Dad wants to be my bottom, and won’t cum inside me until he’s poz, then “fuck him”, he’s going to do it my way. I look at one of the guys behind the counter, “Can you help me with these?”, looking at the male Chastity devices, “I need one of these for my boyfriend”. “Sure. I’ve heard from others these work best when you get a snug, but not cramped fit. How big is your boyfriend’s cock?”, I grin, “It’s kind of big”. He smiles, “Well most guys go with these”, showing me one of the devices with a 2” cock ring, “Hmmm… “, “We can measure him now if you want, and you’re sure you want it. He can try it on here after you pay for it”. I look at him, “Yeah … lets measure him to be sure”. The guy gives me a small piece of measuring tape, “Take him to one of the fitting rooms and wrap this around his cock and balls like a cock ring until it loops around, remember you want it snug, but not painfully tight.” I find Dad over at the lube, “Find anything yet”, “A few things… you?”, “Yep … come with me” and I grab him by the hand. “Where are we …”, “just follow me”, and we enter one of the fitting rooms and I shut the door. “Take your shorts down and hold up your shirt”, “Wha…. Here? I told you… “, “I know, I know sexy man”, and I kiss him, “I just need to measure you for a good fit”. “Measure me for a?”, but he does as I ask and he takes his pants down. With Dad standing nearly naked in front me, I really just want to suck him off right now, “Hold still, try not to get hard”, and I use the measuring tape around his balls. “What are you measuring me….”, and he trails off, “Your chastity device”, “Huh? My …”, he looks at me dumbfounded, “Dad, if you won’t breed me until you’re poz, then I don’t want anyone else getting your cum either – got it?”. He just looks at me as if, “You can’t be serious”, but he can see by the stern look on my face that I am, and he knows I always get what I want with him. “Ok … got it, get dressed before I starting suck you”, and Dad pulls up his shorts, we go the counter. “Got it”, he looks at the tape, “2 and a quarter … should have something for that”, and he pulls out an attractive metal contraption that looks very much like it’s designed to restrain a man’s cock. “I like this one, what do you think … babe?”, and I smirk at Dad, “Seriously?”, I give a look, “Fine. It looks fine”, he says almost defiantly. The man rings it up, “Did you get the lube Dad?”, he looks at me incredulously, “One sec” and runs over and grabs a bottle of Gun Oil, “and this”; we pay and leave. “Let’s get home, I want to see how you with it on”, “Seriously?”, the only word out of his mouth, “Seriously.”, I grin, “This is your doing. Be nice and maybe I’ll give you another load of cum before we go back to the tattoo shop”. We get home and I go full on “Top” mode, I remove my shirt, grab him from behind and start giving orders, “Strip boy”. Dad lets me hold him, but I know he’s smiling and I know he’s into it, “Yes, sir”, he says. I open the lube and the chastity device and look at him, “Try not to get hard”, and I put a tiny amount of lube on my fingers and rub it into his cock which starts to stiffen, “I said”, “I’m trying boy jeez … I’m trying”, and we both laugh. “Stay here”, and I get an ice cube from the freezer, “Try this” and I rub it on his cock and balls, “Ahhhhhh.. fuck… cold, cold”, his cock immediately shrivels, “Good boy”. I take the large ring of the chastity device and get it around that sexy cock and balls, the metal just cool enough to help keep him soft. “Just another minute”, I say, as I work his cock into the metal sheath. The sheath is a nice Chrome looking metal with a patchwork of small openings to allow his cock to allow his cock to breath, but not escape, the very end contains an opening, his piss slit meets up, “should allow him to piss without removing the thing”, I think. I complete the connection of the two pieces and hold it while I applying the small lock, “click”, and it’s locked. I let go of his junk, “There. All done.”, Dad looks down at me, and his cock, he can only shake his head, “Now you won’t fuck anyone”. “And how long do I stay in this …..?”, I look at him, thinking, “As long as I say”, showing him the key. We return to the tattoo shop, I can see Dad adjusting to the chastity device and all that extra metal in his shorts, but I doubt anyone else will even notice it. John meets us up front right on time and shows us to the back, “I need you to remove your clothes, set them over there, and I’ll be back”. The room is private, and while it feels odd, I get completely naked right there and sit down in the chair. John returns and greets me with a smile, “You warm enough?”, I nod, “This way no ink on your clothes”. He then takes a moment to explain the whole process, the needles, the ink and even tries to give me an idea of how much it’s going to hurt; it doesn’t sound pleasant, but I want to do it. “You ready for this boy?”, I hear Dad, I nod, and look at John and he’s nearly prepped and ready to go. He shows me the needle arrangement, “I need you to keep your cock out of the way”, and I think, “That’s not going to be an issue honestly”. John works for a good 2 hours or so, and while it really stings, he stays focused, “You’re doing great, we’re nearly done”. After a bit longer he finishes up, wiping it clean and putting something on it, and then proceeds to explain the aftercare process to me. He also gives us a few words of precaution, things to look out, and so on and eventually I’m able to get dressed and we leave. We get home and I need to rest, it stings, I’m tired and the last thing on my mind is sex. We both get naked, but I’m intent on sleeping, not fucking. Dad stands near the bed looking at me, holding the metal device out at me, I grin, he grins, and we both lay down, I literally pass out. It takes almost 7 days for me to feel like my old self, but now the skin is healing up nicely and I’m horny as fuck – Dad and I haven’t had sex in 7 days. Dad is still in his chastity device, we took it off once to clean it up but otherwise he’s still in it; I don’t know how he’s doing it. I’m lying there cuddled next to him when I hear my phone buzz: Tyler: Hey you around, horny as fuck here Cody: That’s two of us Tyler: Fuck me? Cody: I’ve got a 7 day load built, you sure you want it? Tyler: Fuck yea I do Cody: k .. gotta get up shower, and bs, text you when I can come over

last weekend i got really horny waiting for my plane so i Pulled out my phone and video taped me at three different airport Spots spraying my loads all over the stall walls! i feel sorry for the next guy in there after me, the smell of my cum filled the whole bathroom! i came out of the stall in chicago and noticed some 5' 9' blond boy was looking at me with a raging boner at the urnal, since my dick takes a long time to go soft he saw my cocks outline pulled me into the next stall over and started sucking my dick, his cock was an easy 9 inches long uncut and at least 5 inches around, the blow job was so good i closed my eyes and just enjoyed it he had pocket lube and was jacking his dick pretty good , fucking huge balls for a little guy, he motioned for me to turn around i thought he was going to eat my ass, he did! started licking my clean shave smooth black hole and dropping down to lick my balls i was in heaven, but just then a plane must have landed because all of a sudden the bathroom was filled with men, i stepped up on the toilet so that only his feet could be seen, i was in ecstasy he never stopped eating my ass he was eatting my hole so good, i felt a finger go in, (his mouth really made my hole loose) then two, i signaled to him to stop "i'm a top i do the fucking" but he thought i said "your a top so Fuck me" he stood up a plunged the fat head of his cock deep in my ass! i wanted to scream but there were so many people in the bathroom, i tried to push him off but i was all the way against the wall and couldn't get away from his grip he leaned forward and he was deeper in me, the first pain was gone now that my hole was opened up and it felt kind of good, then he pulled back a little and i thought he was going to take his pole out but he was just pumping and the next push put him balls deep in my hole! my ass was now completly opened and loose now he was fucking me like a car piston all 9 inches filling me up he was fucking me so hard and fast our balls were slapping together, i couldn't believe i was taking so much cock! i was holding myself up but he kept banging my head againtst the wall, it was getting pretty loud in the bathroom, people in the stalls on either side of us must've heard us. i had both of my hands on the back of the stall so i wouldn't bang my head, all of a sudden i started shooting my load all over the stall then i felt him shooting what seemed like a gallon of cum into my hole! his cock got soft right away and just slipped out of the big open hole he just made! i could feel his cum pouring out of my ass on to the floor , evan soft his cock was about 7 inches, i turned around and took some of his cum from my ass which was a pinkish color from his cock tearing me up inside, i used it like lube and jacked my second load into his mouth and all over his face!, he ate every drop, pulled his pants up and waited for the coast to be clear and darted out, i sat back down on the toilet wit cum still dripping out of my ass! man my hole is still sore ! but i guess it's true, it's easier to take a really big cock, side note i saw him outside waiting with his girlfriend .....he didn't speak any english. all that to say i think i'm officially "versatile" i still can't believe i came with no hands and a big cock ramming my hole....when i had just cum 5 mins. before! i'm hard again just sharing this with you!

Few hours ago my married suck buddy needed a blowjob. As I was sucking him he wanted to see my ass. I turned around and bent over he stood up and started dry humping my ass. He grabbed some lube and buried it deep. He fucked me nice and slow then started pounding my ass. He told me I'm going to breed your ass. Take my cum then buried deep and started throbbing. Still have his load in me and I'm back at work. Perfect lunch hour makes the rest of my work day go great

By: Orion5419 http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/DESTROYED-TWINK-Group-28015761 DESTROYED TWINK *Group* With slo-mo cum and key points*WARNING BRUTAL* In New York where they know how to fuck! This young 20 Year Old (Christopher) Wanted to get his hole slaughtered and I was Crazed horny that night and needed to let it out. The harder I fucked the more he loved feeling his hole tighten to power eject my dick out of him (anal orgasm) |you will see his body seize up from the trauma he would get super tight when that happens and i loved slamming it in this awesome group session.

was in my hometown about a month ago and went to the local bookstore. we have two in my hometown, one is sleazy and only four booths work and they have glory holes. i went into a booth and dropped my shorts, lubed my hole and peeped into the glory hole of the booth next to me. there were two white guys in there and both had on wedding bands. i figured they were friends who were married to women but messed around on the side. they were talking and went back out into the hallway. about 30 seconds later they came back into the booth next to me and the taller one stuck his cock into the glory hole on the other side of them. the shorter one stuck his cock in the hole next to me. it was thick, about 6-7 inches. i sucked on it for awhile and then they switched. the taller had a big cock. about 9 inches cut and it had a curve. i sucked on it for several minutes and then he pulled his cock out and the shorter guy leaned in and said let's play in one booth together. i said okay and open-end my door. they were both cute and i realized they were a couple. i bent over and sucked both of their cocks alternating back and forth. the one with the big cock kept rubbing my hole and he would spit on his fingers and rubbed around the opening. finally he got behind me and eased his raw cock into me slowly. he would make a few slow strokes and then pull out and spit on his cock and slide it back in. one time he tried to spit on his cock and it landed on my ass so he just wiped his cock in the spit and started fucking me again. it cock felt amazing, especially with that curve. after about 10 minutes of steady fucking he announced he was gonna cum. i clinched my ass and reached back and pulled him close and he began filling my insides with his hot semen. i was still sucking his partner so after the tall one pulled out the short one got behind me and slid his thick cock in my cum filled hole. we were all sweating in the small booth but i was in heaven. about a few minutes went by and he tensed up and squeezed my hips and unloaded his cum into me. we exchanged small talk and then they left. i looked on my grindr and this profile said "couple looking" and they messaged me. he said did we just fuck you? i said yes. he said we can do this again and often. i was so pissed my app froze and i wasn't able to save the profile when i deleted the app and reinstalled it i couldn't find them. my hole was gaping and cum was leaking out of my dilated hole. I tried to attach a pic of the thick cock of the shorter guy but i don't know if it can be viewed

Fuckin hot experiences bro I luv bein the bar slut

Lucky boy ! I luv bein spit roasted

I have found that it can depend on how fast the guy's piss stream is. I have been into piss play since I was 19. Have found i can gullp it down before it fills my mouth and not spill a drop. Was the designated urinal at a Super Bowl party a couple of years ago. During the party, about 4 hours long, i swallowed 20 piss loads from a group of eight guys. Recycled mine as well.

I was 16 and met a couple and became friends with them. They took turns fucking me raw and came in my ass. I continued to have sex with them on and off for the next 4 years.

oral swallowed - 172 assed fucked and breed - 185 my ass breed - 75

As a bottom I'm interested to see what all the tops out there say about this, I personally would like to keep my hole full all the time. But I've never really thought to see if that impresses a top or not. I wanna be a bottom slut so hopefully it does impress all those good out there?

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

Very hot, love how you capture the hunger, the need to fuck, how, who, when, where. You want. The need for the connection you have with a guy when you "fluid bond" (great phrase)............ but also love that you mention the "something evil, scared, and angry.". and the "darkness" Looking forward to the next chapters

Chapter 4 – My Happy Ending: My ass was stretched and filled with Alpha nutt and while I wanted to hear what Mr. Stockton had to say, I could think of nothing else but getting his long dick back inside and feeling his knot swell and plug as his sperm burrowed and stewed in my guts. The questions could wait, and as his second load of the morning began to run out of my ass after his knot deflated, I turned to kiss him, but we were interrupted by boots on the porch. Mr. Stockton told me to stay right where I was before he took a couple loping strides out to the front of the cabin. I heard hushed and angry voices, then Mr. Stockton said loud and firm, “FIND HIM – NOW!” I had flipped over onto my stomach, relishing the heat radiating out of my stretched and filled guts, when I heard the scuff of bare feet – and boots – come back into the bedroom. A zipper was unlatched, the bed creaked, and I closed my eyes and moaned as an unknown bearded face buried itself between my ass cheeks and began lapping up Mr. Stockton’s Alpha nutt and my ass juice. Mr. Stockton sat down on the head of the bed, his naked hip nestled against my shoulder as he patted my head and ordered, “Feed him that load. Squeeze your hole in and out, and push like you have to shit. Jacob – who you met briefly earlier when I first arrived - needs his strength for what must be done and my seed will give him what is required.” I didn’t question, just grunted, pushed, and smiled as the man gulped and swallowed my second-hand Alpha babies. Finished with his meal, Jacob’s tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my flowering ass, seeking the nectar of his god. I was eager to get fucked again and started to buck my hips, but Mr. Stockton was having none of that, as there was work to be done, and sent Jacob on his way. I rolled over and offered my spit hole to my Alpha’s hard dick. He laughed, slapped my legs, turned me on my side and as he held me tight against his chest and furry body, slid back inside making us both groan and focus on our carnal needs. I couldn’t wait any longer and had to choose, so I paused my gyrating and began to pepper Mr. Stockton with a 100 questions like a young child just realizing the world is more than Tonka trucks, Legos, and story books. While he chuckled at my enthusiasm, a good cuff upside the head and deep chested growl let me know I was to be seen, not heard right now, so I listened. Mr. Stockton began with an apology, “I can’t tell you how much it pains me to know you were taken by force last night, right in my own cabin. No – no! You were. There are rules. What was done should never have been. Yes, while members of the pack must submit in all ways to those above them, this…this…taking of someone outside the pack in a transfigured state is not allowed – ever!” I grabbed my ears from the pain of the resonance of his angry growls, my heart raced, and I tensed as I felt every muscle in Mr. Stockton’s body flex. He calmed a bit, I lowered my hands, and he continued, “Isaac – for it was Isaac, my youngest – who came here last night and forced himself on you, will pay and pay dearly. My boys and the other packs are out searching for him now and when they find him, the Gathering, shall decide his punishment according to our laws.” I could hear the pain in his voice and reached back with my right hand and set it on his leg and squeezed, some small token of affection to let him know I was sorry. Mr. Stockton’s chest pulled in and out as he took a few deep, calming breaths, then he continued, “What’s done is done. Clifton sent you here because he – and the others you met – could sense that you were different, special, of a similar nature and kind – a therianthropic hybrid. Bottom line – you – I – the rest of my brothers – are humans who have the genetic ability to metamorphose into a superior being with the traits of another animal by the means of shape shifting. In layman’s terms – we are LYCANS.” That word hung in the air like a cloud of mustard gas on the battle field. Dangerous, lethal, powerful. No escape. Mr. Stockton continued as I held my breath, “Here is the basics of what you must know before we go on: · Lycans are not werewolves, this is not MTV, and there are several major classes of therianthropic hybrids, but we are the most plentiful, the most lauded in mythological lore, the most hunted, the most hated, the most feared. · This is a gift from the moon god Nanna. In ancient Sumeria he was also known as Sin, “lord of wisdom,” and father of the other gods. The moon is sacred, stars are important to us, night is our time, which is why we live out here, away from the cities, when we can. · Yet, there are those like Clifton and the others, who sacrifice much of who they are in order to ensure our species survives and thrives, and they pay a heavy price for the service they give. · Our scientific studies have helped us confirm that the potential for our gift is genetic – one you are born with, and you may not remember, but the first time Clifton fucked you, he made sure to get some small swipes of blood, which were sent to our lab for confirmation of what he suspected – what he could smell, what he could sense, what he could see in you. · But the genes are only part of it. Your full gift and ability does not show unless you experience a Making. Lycans are made, not born – only the potential is born · You don’t get turned/made by a bite or scratch, or some other nonsense. · Once you are Made, and your gift surfaces, you cannot breed in the normal sense, so no one is born a full lycan. · Only an Alpha can truly breed, but our cum is not fertile in that way with women and there are no female lycans. · To be Made, to have the latent genetic material activate and surface, takes a powerful ritual – one in which a male is fucked, his guts inseminated, his blood infected and bonded by - and with - an Alpha’s seed and the genetic flip switched. · A Making takes the raw seed of a morphed pack of at least 9 – with the Alpha being final fuck, and can be done anytime of the year. The number 9 is a magical, and powerful number for Nanna. · But a Making is a brutal and violent event and far worse than what Isaac did last night and without the Alpha’s seed and insemination at the end, death is likely. · You see only an Alpha can, well for lack of better term – knot you. Taking 10 loads of lycan cum from a morphed pack just gives you a raped up sloppy hole, but they cannot knot, that is a gift of only an Alpha. · The Alpha’s seed – mixed with that of the pack – creates something powerful, and which we do not yet understand the science behind, but it flips that latent genetic switch and then the real pain begins. · No, don’t me ask me why, it’s just the way it is, the way it has always been, and Clyde or somebody could explain the sciencey side of it. · No, all the raw dick and cum you took in the bathroom at the bar last night won’t make you – they were not morphed, just regular men at the time. · There is also another way – the old way, using the power of the Gibbous Moon and three Alphas, that is sacred, more intense, and used when a pack is too small. · No I don’t know how they figured this all out in the old days, but I imagine many, many men died in the trying. That’s why there are rules that we follow. Life is sacred and none should be wasted from careless horniness. · Once the genetic switch is flipped, and after the first successful morph – which can also kill – a lycan ages very slowly, there are often physical changes in the body, mind, senses. We are still men, but with some extra benefits. · Most lycans carry a number of deadly diseases including AIDS – and that found in our systems is far more virulent and toxic than anything known to man, but our immune systems suppresses all that and makes it nothing more than a recessive trait, or latent cold. That in part is why we must be careful, secret, cautious, and take the time to learn who someone is and who they might become even if they possesses Nanna’s gift. If the world at large were to know, we would become giant lab rats to be cut open, studied. Mr. Stockton held me tight to his body, his dick pulsed as his precum continued to fill me up. He wanted to keep me safe, I could tell that, and I hoped he could tell I was not afraid of him or anything he had said so far. HE THEN LAUGHED AGAIN WHEN I ASKED MY NEXT QUESTION AND REPLIED, “YES, YOU FUCKING LITTLE BUG CHASER. I’M SURE YOU’VE GOT THE AIDS BUG AS I’VE CONVERTED EVERY MAN I’VE EVER FUCKED.” I sighed in relief and pleasure – finally! I then asked about the thin sickly guy Clifton had fuck me and Mr. Stockton explained, “He was that way when he morphed the first time and like all men, not all lycans are the same. Some stay looking much how they were, the runts of the litter so to speak,” he continued explaining as he flipped me onto my stomach and started humping my hole anew: · A pack is made up of the Alpha and those he has converted, infected, and made. They are all bonded and connected, like family, and with clear lines of leadership and submission. For me, I let my pack sort out who fucks who, but bottom line is any boy in my pack is my bitch to fuck when and where I want – or for any other Alpha to fuck when he wants. Some packs are different though. HA! I can tell from the way your ass twitched you like that huh? · When a pack starts to reach a certain size, we shift the pups to a new Alpha and transfer the bond if needed – another painful ritual - or just send them off for a while. Like I said, we live a very, very long time. · This place here in the mountains, our home, is one of many sanctuaries. We stay out of trouble, don’t call attention to ourselves, and yes, that’s why you could not find us on any map. Technology is a wonderful tool in our efforts to keep ourselves safe and out of sight of those who have no need to find us. My body was getting that weird electric, orgasmic feeling again as Mr. Stockton started to pound my pup hole harder, deeper, and with more intent. I frankly was no longer focusing on what he was explaining as the raw slut in me had taken over and I just wanted to get loaded and knotted. I focused again when I realized he had stopped and was just lying on top of me, his monster dick inching back and forth like a long tapeworm in my stomach, trying to find a hole in my gut lining. He laughed, “That feeling you have – that sense that every cell in your body is shitting little fireworks? That is your DNA reacting to our kind. Sensing family, sensing us. Again, Clyde can explain the science why of it.” A thought then hit me, “Wait, so you get fucked? I mean you got fucked when your turned right? So how did you get to be an Alpha?” Mr. Stockton pulled out to the edge of my open hole, took a deep breath, and let it out as he slammed his body back onto mine, piercing me with his Alpha shaft, “Some mysteries are better left until you need to know them.” Sadly, Mr. Stockton did not knot me again, but his steady pounding of my ass for the next few hours left me gaping and sloppy and ripe for his boys to tag fuck me when several of them showed back up to the cabin. From what I overheard they had tracked Isaac down, so Mr. Stockton and some of the other men from town had gone to deal with him, while I was left to entertain his boys. Again – he called them boys but they were all older than me; daddies with hot bods, hairy limbs, amazing eyes, and HUGE dicks and once they had cleaned up the cabin and fed me we got down to some serious fucking. It was especially hot as I thought about my ‘hoped-for-brothers-to-be’ cumming in me, fucking me, giving me their piss, cum, spit, and I was happy to be the new pup for the pack – at lest unofficially. No matter how much dick I got though, I wanted it harder, rougher, and wilder like when Isaac – and then Mr. Stockton – had morphed. Don’t get me wrong, being bred by all those hunky daddies felt fucking amazing, but once you had a beast dick and then the Alpha knot, well it’s like crack and you need more. For the next two days I was kept in the cabin and used by the men of the pack repeatedly. Raw dick in my ass, my throat, piss, cum, spit, fingers clawing my hole, and rough fucking for hours. I was the fresh meat and every one of them wanted to thoroughly explore my naked body inside and out. We played puppy games like tag, sit-and-spin, hide-and-go-seek-the-bone, and Wrestle Mania – all of which ended the same way – me face down with big daddy dick breeding my raw ass! While this was a fantasy beyond imagining, I was frustrated I had not seen Mr. Stockton again, and that all of my questions were dismissed. I guess it made sense that the men of the pack deferred to the Alpha, but I was curious. Where was he? What would happen to Isaac? Was I going to experience a Making? How many men were in town? Where were the other sanctuaries? Beyond that though, and beyond the amazing orgasms and sexual nastiness I relished, my head hurt. There was this constant buzzing noise inside my head like a rumble of semi trucks in the distance mixed with the high pitch of a swarm of nelly bees. I was assaulted by weird and new smells I could not explain that would come and go, my eyes would get blurry and water and my vision squeeze and pulse. Again when I asked the guys about this their answer was to stuff my mouth with another dick. It wasn’t all about sex though. The men of the pack were close, I could tell that. They seemed to get along, they liked each other, and they were intimate in a familial way. We often ended up in a pile of naked limbs and bodies in the middle of the rug in front of the fireplace, just wrapped up together, our naked bodies entwined, sharing or scent, touch, closeness, and bonding. What little rifts or tiffs that exist in any family were there of course, but were quickly dismissed, laughed off, or taken care of with a growl and swat and then all was forgiven. The third morning after Mr. Stockton had left, he returned. He called his pack outside and I was forced to stay in the cabin. I held the curtains aside and looked out the window and could tell from the feet kicking the dirt, the fists made, and the growls and howls that something had happened. The pack as one then started walking down the dirt road, away from the cabin, one or two glancing back and giving me half-hearted waves. Mr. Stockton stood staring out over the valley for a few minutes, then turned and came inside. The Alpha’s eyes were tight, he was in pain, and his entire body was taught and on edge. I cautiously walked over to him, leaned into his daddy body and began to caress his dick. He grabbed me by the shoulders and stepped back, “We need to talk.” Mr. Stockton guided me to an old, wood chair by the dining room table and he began to pace, while occasionally running his hand through his mane of hair. Finally he paused, “We found Isaac – my boy. He…he admitted what he did – to you. Like I said. There are rules. Isaac was always pushing the boundaries, but this was an unforgivable act.” He paused, the look of pain and sorrow was heartbreaking. “I want you to know that neither I, nor my pack, nor the Council blame you in anyway, quite the contrary. So, Isaac has been punished – neutered, declawed, defanged, and banished – sent far away to serve as a fuck toy for another hybrid clan. Not lycans, but…well…it makes no difference.” Mr. Stockton’s massive daddy dick was now straining at his jeans as he stood in front of me, my tongue level with where his nut sac bottomed out and I looked up into his fiery eyes as he said, “While unprecedented, given the circumstances, timing, and well, the fact you came here with the blessing of Clifton and three others, and that I already marked you, the Council and the Gathering has agreed to my request that if you wish it, we will conduct your Making – tonight. If you agree, your life will belong to the pack. Your family’s fortune, your career, everything will belong to the pack. You will serve me and my pack, the Gathering, and the Council and all Alphas faithfully and abide by the rules, and there are many. If not – well you know what happened to Isaac.” I buried my face in Mr. Stockton’s crotch and shook with happiness and anxiousness and the smile on my face told him I agreed. He smiled, I rubbed his hard dick, he gently moved my hands away, grabbed my wrists hard and yanked me up so he could peer deep into my eyes as he snarled, “Tonight you will submit. Because of the loss of Isaac and the need to do this quickly, we have no choice but to conduct a Making with three Alphas. The Gibbous Moon is tonight, and it will be brutal and while I believe in you – well, not everyone survives. This is a rare and sacred experience, one that few experience these days and it will set you on a path of power and leadership. You had asked me how a lycan becomes an Alpha? Well only a lycan who endured a Making ritual under a Gibbous Moon and was created and marked by the three Alphas can themselves become one in the future. There is more to it of course, but without that – without tonight – you would never be allowed. I will be one of the Alphas and the others will join me in the ritual. YOU WILL BE FUCKED BRUTALLY – RAPED WITHOUT MERCY – YOUR OLD FLESH TORN AND DISCARDED – YOUR SPIRIT PRESSED TO THE BRINK OF DEATH AND BEYOND – YOUR BLOOD INFECTED AND MARKED WITH OUR SEED, OUR BLOOD, OUR ESSENCE. NOT ONCE – BUT THRICE. Three times will each of us use you and knot you and we will not stop no matter what until we have each completed our part in the ritual. We will be turned and once the ritual begins we are – shall we say consumed by it and could not stop if we wanted to.” I tried to get him to fuck me right then and there as I could see the wetness of his precum staining his jeans, but he declined, and left me. His parting words were for me to make whatever peace I needed to leave my old life and body behind and to embrace the future. The mountain was shrouded in mist and fog as the cold night settled in. I stood naked on the porch of the cabin, shivering, as the howls of what sounded like hundreds of lycans echoed through the valley and all around me. I wasn’t afraid though as I knew that these were howls of joy, howls of welcome, howls of acknowledgment of my new life in the pack. Through the wet mists three dark forms came closer. Their naked bodies glistened, their muscles flexed, their hard dicks – all long, thick, and dripping – directed their path. All three Alphas stopped in front of the porch, their eyes glowed like dancing embers, and without a word I stepped down, flinched as the gravel cut into my bare feet, and silently followed them into the woods and on the path that wound further up the mountain. Time sped up, slowed, sped up, as I followed the Alphas. The lycan howls continued, a chorus of brotherhood that kept us company as we journeyed up the mountain. After some time we stepped into a clearing, the forest fell away to the left and the right and directly ahead were three large bonfires that lit up the night. Beyond was a set of standing stones, all 20 feet or so in height and in the center, framed by the yellow-orange moon directly overhead, was a large stone altar, far darker than the stones that surrounded it. I stepped between the fires, the warmth a welcome respite from the chill, and stared in wonder at the moon above me as one of the Alphas guided me to the altar. In the flickering light of the fire I could see the altar stone was not uniformed in color, but streaked in dark reds and blacks – the blood of those who had come before. I bent forward and laid my chest on the stone. My wrists and ankles were locked in rusted, yet sturdy chains and iron bands. Small clumps of lichen and moss grew near the area where my face lay, showing peeks of the original gray stone beneath. The lycan howls came faster, louder, they were closing in – witnesses to my Making. The three Alphas circled, sniffed the air, sniffed me, and snarled and growled, and then they began to chant and circle me, faster and faster: “O Lord, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord Anshar, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, great lord Anu, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord Sin, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord of Ur, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord of Egishshirgal, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, lord of the shining crown, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, who is grandly perfected in kingship, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness, Father Nanna, who solemnly advances in garments of princeliness, hero of the gods, who in heaven and earth is exalted in his uniqueness” I was lost in the rhythm of the chant and lycan howls and had not realized they had morphed into their lycan selves when the first Alpha sunk his claws deep into the flesh beneath my ribs and then slammed my ass ring and mounted me raw– I screamed. His lycan cock was long, thick, with a bulbous head and the tough outer sheath and thick precum guided him on his path of destruction. The howls of the packs drowned out my screams as the Alpha knotted and seeded my puppy hole. A while later I gasped, my body coated the altar anew as he roughly withdrew himself, and the second Alpha clawed my back and flayed my flesh with his forepaws as I was mounted and knotted again for the will of Nanna. My insides were burning like a fourth bonfire had been lit up my ass. The Alphas’ seed was stripping my gut lining, dissolving my man flesh, activating my latent genes like a forest fire scorching the wilderness. Mr. Stockton strode past my blurry field of vision. I knew it was him from his smell. He growled, huffed, and when he drove his raw rod into my hole I cried out for joy. When he knotted me, tears ran down my face and salted the scrub plants around the base of the altar. His seed went deeper still, his thrusts stretched my ass wide open, his knot pushed my guts to their max and beyond and I needed more! THE CRESCENDO OF EACH FUCK FLOWED AND BUILT ONE TO THE OTHER AS MY INSIDES WERE FILLED WITH LYCAN SEED AND MY BODY WAS SACRIFICED TO NANNA. THE GIBBOUS MOON HUNG LOW AND TIGHT TO THE MOUNTAIN, PERFECTLY ALIGNED WITH MY VISION AS I TOOK THE 9TH AND FINAL KNOT OF MY ALPHA MAKERS. MR. STOCKTON’S KNOT SPLIT MY INTESTINAL WALL, LYCAN SEED SWEOT WITH TORRENTIAL SPEED THROUGH MY BODY, THE GIBBOUS MOON TURNED FROM YELLOW ORANGE TO BLUE, AND MY BODY BUCKED, STRAINED, AND CHAFED AT THE METAL BINDINGS HOLDING ME TO THE STONE ALTAR. MY TRANSFORMATION HAD BEGUN. My morphing was not painful. I guess from watching TV and stories and myth you think it would be. Yet it wasn’t. It was pure ecstasy. An embracing of self. Bones broke, grew, muscles distended, features reformed, my lycan DNA reset my bodies limits and healed me, but it was not my body that needed guidance, but my mind. Slowly my hearing discerned the Alphas all in unison, “Focus your mind. The mind controls the body. The mind controls all. You control the beast. Focus.” Over and over they guided and directed me until it just clicked. I could see – in myself the new part of me – the lycan pup. What’s more, I instinctively knew how to control it, guide it, let that part of self out, or contain it, as the recesses of my mind opened up and spilled forth all the parts of who I had become. I knelt before the three Alphas, my makers, embodied in my new lycan self. The howling of the packs had ceased, and the only noise on the mountain top were the heartbeats of those who had bowed to Nanna that night. As the morning sun gently broke the dawn’s horizon, my pack’s Alpha Mr. Stockton laughed, rubbed my now long hair and said, “You a true Fairy now – true Fairy Tail – welcome to the Pack pup.”

4. As the flow stopped I was still rubbing my hands all over my body. My chest and body hair matted in piss and the bits of dried and fresh cum. I look up at the Construction Daddy with wide eyes and he smiled down on me and my cock got hard. Grabbing the back of my neck he hauled me under the nearest shower head and turned it on. The icy water made me yelp in surprise as he roughly scrubbed my body with the cheap soap. He roughly rubbed his hands all over me and jammed them hard in my ass, working them around making me moan even more. “You ready to be my boy and be mine forever piggy? Want Daddy to remake you as his true son?” “Oh god yes please do whatever you want make me yours” The word tumbled out of my mouth before I even knew what I was saying. Daddy steered me over to the wall away from the showers and order me to stand there for a moment while he want and got the supplies. Standing there naked the toher men still leering at my I began to get nervous. The men seem to notice that and they moved near me the bottle appeared under my nose and they all told me to breath deep, the smell making me horny and making my fear go away. Daddy came back with a small bag and ordered me to turn around and spread my legs. A blindfold was quickly tied around my eyes and I felt hands rubbing me all over with something that felt like lotion. My entre back was coat from the hairline on the back of my neck to my feet. Daddy then told me to turn around and the process was repeated to my front. I was coated in who knows what and it started to burn. Especially around my cock and balls, whimpers started to escape my lips as the sensation increased and, a bottle was placed under my nose and more hits. The pain mingled with the horny light headedness and I was sure whether I was in pain or pleasure. “That should do it put him under the shower again” I was lead back under a shower this time warm water and it felt amazing. My skin tingled and felt soothed as whatever they had rubbed on me was removed. My skin never felt so sensitive before and it was amazing. More soapy and rough scrubbing and the water stopped. Daddy leaned in close his breath in my ear and said “ Damn you are one sexy boy now. Ready to be my boy and get my DNA in you forever. Want to see what a good boy looks like son?” With that the blindfold was taken off and I was lead to the bank of mirror in the locker room. My eyes were still adjusting to the bright light when I saw myself fi the mirror. I was hairless from my neck down not a shred of hair left. I hadn’t look like this since I was 10. All my body hair gone, my manly chest hair and pits were not smooth as a baby’s and red and raw looking from the chemicals and scrubbing. Tears silently rolled down my cheeks as I took in a new idea of myself. Behind me stood Daddy, thick furry chest hair and big full bush, next him I was a small boy. His arms wrapped around me the chest hair and arm hair scrapping my raw skin. “See how good you look boy, see how much Daddy loves you. Don’t worry good boy get to be good men and you can earn it back someday but for now you need to learn how to be a good boy ok” “Y-y-yes D-d-daddy” I stammered as he turned my head and kissed me “ And now just one more thing to do and you will be my boy forever."

I've been barebacked on bed I share with the missus, was hot

Fucking LOVE taboo and stories like this!

Fuck yeah buddy that was amazing fucking nothing like a knot or 3 you spoil me pervinmt got a pair of black boxer brief CKs wearing em just for you gonna get em loaded up just for you

Agreed! Love showing off and getting more cocks involved. Recently being exhibitionist at the bathhouse helped get double penetrated twice and swapped between a few tops gang-bang style, so, I can't complain haha

love when a wife or GF watches, prefer her to join but them watching me get pounded by their guy is HOT

I had a similar true-life experience last year at Burning Man in the Down Low Club mansex tent. Saw this young black guy standing in the darkness of one of the glory holes watching all the action while rubbing his cock in his shorts. I felt his hard cock in his pants and asked if he liked to fuck. "Sometimes," he replied shyly. "You looking for some butt?" I asked. His cock surged in my hand. "Yah," he whispered, almost as if he was embarrassed for anyone to hear. "C'mon," I coaxed, pulling him by his hard cock, leading him to a semi-private area. I kissed him and though he was shy, he quickly got into it and was a great kisser. I undid his pants and unleashed about 8" of hard, leaking cock. When I undid my shorts they dropped to the floor where I stepped out of them. While we kissed, played with my butt and quickly found my already fucked hole. I already had a couple loads in me. "You like to get fucked?" he asked. "Love to take it," I answered. "Fuckin' hot!" he rasped as he played with my cummy hole. He pushed me down on my knees and I took his cock in my mouth. Loved the taste under his slightly ripe foreskin. Eventually he moved us onto the mattress in the low lit space we were in where we continued to kiss on our knees facing each other. All the while I was jacking his hard 20-something cock while it smeared precum all over my arm. I was hot to get fucked by this guy. Eventually, he turned me around and moved in close behind me and I knew I was about to get fucked doggy. "Here's some lube," I said as I tossed him my bottle that I'd stashed between mattress and the side of the tent. It was taking him a little long to lube up so I looked back and found him putting a condom on. "Don't need that," I said. "Got too," he answered. "I don't fuck with them," I told him. "I do," he said as his hard cock found my hole. "No, man," I protested. "Relax," he commanded as he pushed inside of me forcefully. All remnants of his earlier shyness were gone. Normally, I don't ever let a man fuck me with a condom but this guy had me HOT to get fucked so I let him. Because of my earlier fucks, he slid right up to my second sphincter and was banging away at it. He was really getting into fucking me, whispering hot fuck talk about how hot fucking my hole was. Before long he was really into the fuck. As hot as that was, the condom was creating the irritation that they always do, reminding me why I don't fuck with them. I knew something had to change so I reached back and started pulling the condom from the base of his cock toward the tip. Finally I managed to pull it all the way off as he pulled out. "No, man, I can't," he whispered as I pushed the head of his bare cock at my hole. Ignoring him, I bucked back, taking him inside of me. "Really, I shouldn't," he protested as I pulled him deeper inside. He was tense, as if he was going to pull out but I kept a grip on his thigh and impaled myself on that big cock of his. "Fuuuuccckkkk!" he sighed as he relaxed and pushed all the way in. In no time he was banging away like before...except now bareback. By this time a couple other guys had joined us and were watching. "He took the rubber off of him," one of the guys told his buddy, holding up the condom I'd tossed aside. "Fuck, that's hot," his buddy replied. Both of them were jacking off watching us. Because he'd initially been shy I was afraid the other guys would spook my Top. "You fucking him bareback?" the first guy asked my young Top. Now I was really concerned he would pull out and bolt. Instead, he just fucked me harder. "Fuck yah, man. Fucking you bareback," he hissed at me, fucking me hard and deep, ignoring the other two. Over the next several minutes he fucked me like a wild man. I took a hit of poppers, pushed my hole out and suddenly he was way past my second hole. The fuck took on a whole new dimension as he fucked his big knob fast and furious through that tight ring deep in me. I don't even know how long he fucked me like that while I sniffed poppers, pushed out hard and took him deep. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he announced after who knows how long. "You want me to cum in you?" "Yah, fuckin' cum in me!" I groaned. While I was still on all fours, he suddenly jumped on my back, feet off the ground, and rammed his balls against my hole as he shot his load in me. He was so loud when he came that at first I didn't realize how much jizz he was shooting right up into my colon. I quickly figured it out though. It literally felt like he was pissing cum into me. I've never felt that sensation before---or since. But I'd love to. That hot fucker hosed me full of cum. Before he pulled out, my lower belly rumbled as his cum moved deeper into me. For real, guys! My gut was so full, I had the urge to push it out yet held my muscles tight as my gut took it deeper, gurgling and rumbling. Too fuckin' hot! He didn't stay in me long before he pulled his still hard cock out of me, stood up, pulled his shorts on, grabbed his shirt and shoes and split without saying a word. I never saw him again but I'll be looking for him again this year! After he left I just lay face down on the mattress all fucked out yet with a big grin on my face. It wasn't long before the two guys who'd been watching us started playing with my ass. They both ended up having their way with me...but that's another memory I'll be happy to share later!

Just about perfect, he'd called it - the older man I'd gone home with had tied me up to his headboard, positioned my ass up in the air, and had fingered me rougher than I'd ever had before until I'd come. The lube he'd used had grown warmer and warmer, "his own recipe" and my ass and dick felt hot to the touch. Then he'd beaten my ass with a paddle - there was no other word for it - and declared me "just about perfect." I squirmed. This had started out with a simple game from an online buddy - I was to answer any yes or no questions with a pattern: yes, yes, no. Over and over again. I'd done so, and this was where I'd ended up. And a part of me was still playing the game. The last question had been hard to answer with a gag, but I'd nodded. I'd said "yes." And even as the hairy older man had been paddling me, I'd been holding onto that moment in my head to remember - I had to agree to the next thing, then say no, then it was back to my first agreement again. The man's rough finger slid between my cheeks, probing just a little at my pucker, which was still sore and hot from his lube and hard fingering, though now the lube had mostly worn off - beaten away by his black paddle. I squirmed again. He leaned over me, his hairy chest pressing against my shoulders, and I felt the hard heat of his dick against my leg as his mouth brushed my ear. "You're ready to make daddy happy, aren't you?" Yes/no question. I nodded vigorously, absolutely ready. I was sore and my skin burned and my dick - tied off in a cockring - was again hard. I wasn't sure when that had happened, and wasn't sure what that meant about me. He laughed, and reached up around my face, undoing the snap and pulling the gag out of my mouth. Saliva dripped down my chin. "Does daddy need a rubber not to catch anything from your ass, boy?" Oh god! I froze, my mouth still aching from the gag, lost for a moment. I was clean, I knew that, had been tested just last month, but I never played raw... And yet... He was asking me if he'd catch anything from me, so... "No," I said, answering the question the way I was told to by my online friend. My cock throbbed. I'd never played bare. I'd never dared! The big man's hand gripped my chin and he was nearly growling when he spoke into my ear. "Oh, you little impatient fuck, you want to feel daddy deep inside, don't you?" "Yes!" It was more an exhalation than anything else. "Daddy is going to fill you right up, boy. Give you everything he's got." His hand slid down my neck, and the under me to my chest. He squeezed a nipple and I yelped. He chuckled. "You need that gag put back in, don't you, boy?" I hung my head. Took one shaky breath. "Yes." "Boy, daddy is about to fuck you like the goal is to snap you in half, and I'm going to ruin your hole for other men. You want to pick a safety gesture first?" "No." Yes! I didn't know, and it was too late. The gag went back in, and he was quick about it. Then he shifted on the bed behind me, and his hands slide up and down my back once, then twice. Then he gripped my waist, hard, and squeezed so much I yelped again into the gag - a pathetic noise. He shook - I could tell he was laughing to himself - and one hand let me go. A moment later, cool slick liquid was pouring between my ass cheeks, and I heard him aim another squirt of lube onto his dick. It wasn't the thick "heat" stuff he'd used before. He rubbed his finger up and down my between my ass cheeks, and then I felt his hot, hard dickhead against my pucker, raw. I was shaking, and no doubt he could feel it. In the back of my mind, I was holding onto my place in the mental tally - two more agreements next, then a refusal - but beyond that was almost white noise and a hypersensitivity to every detail of his touch. He pushed forward almost leisurely, and the groan that came out behind my gag was low and needy, even to my own ears. It hurt - his fingering had seen to that - but I was so incredibly turned on, and the sensation of his hot skin inside me was intensely terrifying and arousing both. He pushed on, surprising me by taking his time, lowering each inch of his dick into me with a constant pressure while I shifted awkwardly from my prone and bound position. My knees shook, and my bound hands gripped at the headboard impotently. When his hairy stomach pressed against the small of my back, he gave a little shove, and his balls brushed mine. I groaned again. "Boy, you may be a fucking impatient little whore, but you fit daddy like a tight fucking boy should..." He said, and his voice was gravelly. He took my waist in his hands again, squeezing hard until I let out a strangled cry once more, and then he began to fuck me violently. There was no warning - first he'd slid in, and after that, he was suddenly all-out ramming my ass with deep strokes that brought his thick raw dick nearly all the way out of my ass before plunging back in. I was left to gag and gasp for breath as he rocked me to the left or to the right, changing the way his hard cock pounded into me and setting off new and ever-more-heated friction inside me. The fingering had already left me sore, but the way his cock battered my ass was a kind of hot torture. He fucked me from behind, shifting his angle left and right, for a good while. Sweat formed, on both of us, and soon I could feel his sweat spattering on my back with every thrust of his hips. He was almost snarling as he plotted me, over and over, and his grip tightened and tightened as he drilled. Finally, he shifted me further than before, and I started to lose balance and fell over onto my side - he shifted all his weight to land hard on me and bury his dick deep again inside my ass as I twisted under his grip, rolling me onto my side and lifting one of my legs high as my wrists crossed at the headboard and I finally got to look up at him. He was looking down at me with lust, and a kind of possessive amusement - sweat dripped from his chin and his hair - even his body hair - was dark with it. He met my gaze so openly, and continued to use my leg as a lever to bury his dick inside me so hard that I looked away, actually ashamed of how I was letting his older man - a complete stranger - use me for his own pleasure. He reached out and slapped my chest, hard, and said, "look at me!" I obeyed. "Yeah, that's right boy, you look at daddy." He pushed my leg until my arms were crossed above my head and I was now flat on my back, his dick had corkscrewed inside me as he'd rolled me over and he'd barely missed a thrust. He let go of my legs and shoved forward hard, making my back arch and my legs spread wide to accommodate him. He shifted his knees, thrusting into me, and his hands landed hard on my chest, gripping my flesh so tight in each hand that I cried out into the gag again. He continued, relentless. He rolled me back again, until I was dragged by him back onto all fours while he fucked me from behind, then rolled me back onto my back a second time. My own cock, trapped in the cockring, was hard, but I was whimpering and blubbering behind the gag now, lost to the relentless piston of the older man's dick. Sweat burned in my eyes. He leaned over me, his hands again squeezing and crushing my chest. "You ready for it, boy?" He growled in my face. Some of his spit landed on my cheek. I nodded, desperate for relief. It was meant to be that I was supposed to agree, because I wanted him to get off so badly - and I wanted to jerk my own cock and then curl up in a ball and not move for days, so sore was I inside and out. His left hand snaked up and snapped the gag free from my mouth. "You want daddy to breed your worthless sorry fuckhole, boy?" He yelled. "Yes!" I begged. "Yes, please! Fuck me! Breed me!" He snarled, unsnapped the cockring form around his own cock, and as he shoved into me, his hands once again grabbed my chest again so tight I cried out. His cock erupted inside me - one, two, three and then four hot surges of slick heat filled me, soothing the rough fire from where his dick had ravaged me for what felt like at least an hour of the roughest sex I'd ever had. He ground in to me, and then collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and slick with sweat. I cringed beneath him - again his dick had found a new angle to inflict on my ass. Slowly, he recovered, and when he finally slid out of my hole I whimpered again. He nodded at me. "Best fuck of your life, boy. You got no idea, do you?" I remembered just in time to say "no." He laughed, and rolled off me, then reached over my head to undo my wrists. "I'm gonna have a shower, and then I'll give you a ride home," he said. He was done with me, that was for sure. He left through the door that I assumed went to the bathroom, and I lay there, stunned. I undid the cockring, and with four quick jerks, I came all over my stomach. Then I could barely move. "Get fucking dressed," I heard the man yell. "I gotta get up early and I ain't gonna wait for you." I heard the shower start and then tried to sit up. His cum was leaking from my ass - so much of it that I couldn't help but leak on his blanket, and I grabbed one of my socks, wiping my stomach and my ass - I'd go barefoot, and started to struggle back into my clothes, my skin raw from his manhandling, and my ass on fire from the beating and fucking. It took a while, and I was struggling to rush. When I pulled up my pants, my cell was in my pocket, and I fished it out. The shower had just stopped, but there was no sign of the hairy man yet. I opened the app, and sent a message to my friend who'd dared me to start this evening, and whose game had left me in this position - I was sore, inside and out, and had cum leaking into my jeans from a stranger who's name I didn't even know. "You have no idea what just happened to me." I typed, and hit send. The cell on the bedside table buzzed. I glanced at it, without thinking, and saw my on-screen alias appear. My message appeared, with a notification from the app that a message had been sent. I froze. The older man's cell went dark. "I got fucked better than ever." I typed, my hands shaking. I hit send. The message appeared on his screen, from me. "Oh my god," I said. His laugh surprised me, and I turned, yelping. He was wrapped in a towel, and looking at me with amusement. "Well," he said, "guess that means I don't have to play the steps where I dare you to meet me again." "I don't... I don't understand..." He laughed. "Yes you do." He shrugged. "I like fucking cheap little fucks like you, and cheap little fucks like you need encouragement." My mouth opened, closed. He smiled. "You want to read my real profile?" He asked, and then grinned again - it wasn't friendly. "And don't forget, I know what your next answer is supposed to be." Right, we were back at agreement. I couldn't speak, but I nodded. He led me to his computer, and loaded up his real profile. It was a headless pick, though it showed his hairy body and thick cock, and he was holding a pair of handcuffs. It said: "Want a rough dick so far up inside you you won't walk right for days? Got a boy's ass and an urge to please? Hit me up. I'll tie you up and hit you inside, hard. Bareback only, so if you don't want to get the bug, move right long, baby." I was shaking so hard I could barely remain upright. More of his cum - his poz cum! - was leaking out of my ass. He put his hand on my shoulder, and squeezed enough to make me cry out. "Same time next week, boy?" There was only one answer. (End)

LOVE walk in PUMP AND DUMPS in a hot raw ass. Nothing hotter than walking in a dark room, seeing a hot raw dude face down, ass up and sliding in a cummed up hole. Love to be first in or sloppy ass is hot too. Blow a toxic load in and zip up and leave the bitch dripping with my dirty load. No stupid chit chat although telling the cumwhore what a slut they are. I also love walking out and seeing another top coming in. I came out of a pump n dump whores house one time and this other top asked if I had fucked the bottom and I said yeah. his response as FUCK yeah . We high fived and he went in and did his business. A bottom, in my opinion, is there for one reason, to satisfy the top and milk the load out of the tops nuts.

Never tried this but would like to. I've got a question tho--whenever I read about it, here or in ads on CL or BBRT, the bottom is usually receiving a string of guests and taking multiple loads. I'm ok with barebacking a poz bottom (never asked, but odds are good I've done it) but only if he doesn't already have another dude's load in him. The reason is partly safety, but also personal ... a hole filled with some other dude's jizz is just a turn off for me. (Just realized a lot of u are prob gonna laugh at me for this one!) So what's the best way to ask a walk-in bottom if he's empty or if I could please be first in line?

I still identify myself as straight, even though I've never actually had sex with a woman (equipment failing to perform) but regularly act as a bottom taking hard rough bareback sex. Thing is, I always want it to be anonymous and purely a physical act. No emotional connection, no kissing etc, just fuck, dump and go.