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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.

3 loads in one morning 1) I go to the bath house in Wilmington on Wednesday mornings. Had one Latin Daddy fuck me raw, and open up my hole, and after pumping his cock in me for a good 45 minutes, shot his giz up in me. 2) Then a Latin bear with a fat cock, shoved his fat meat in my hole and stretched it further, then squirted his load deep in my man-puss. 3) Later an older Daddy came in my room, I was about to say "No Thanks," till I saw the size of his massive cock and thought I just had to have it! He was rock hard (thank God for Viagra) he shoved his enormous pole in me and fucked me for a good 1/2 hour or more, on my knees, then on my side, till he burst his nut deep in my hungry hole. By the time I left their cum was dripping out..

The Hunt (Part 5) I was pulling Jason close to my body and rubbed my hard dick against his stiff cock. Again and again I squeezed his buttocks, pulling them apart and then pressing them back together. All the while we kept on kissing each other. “Open your mouth for me” I told him calmly. He obeyed and looked at me patiently. I guess he saw it coming. I spat into his mouth. “Swallow” I told him and so he did. I put my right hand around his neck and felt him gulping my spit down. I choked him a bit and saw the obedience in his eyes. Without me telling him, he started stroking my hard dick again. Like a two dollar whore he knew exactly how to massage my rod. He didn’t pull too hard. He stroked it slowly asking me, if I enjoyed him touching my dick. I nodded and continued kissing him deeply. He tasted so sweet and looked so innocent at me with his big blue eyes. I wondered if he was really such a bitch, or if I was just a bit too horny right now. For me it was like I was on the hunt. Jason seemed to be my willing victim. I was thinking of him as a sleazy slut and that justified my urgent need to give him the gift. But feeling his tender touch now and looking into his deep blue eyes, I was not so sure anymore. “What’s wrong” he asked me suddenly. “Aren’t you in the mood to fuck me hard anymore?” he looked at me puzzled. I grabbed my prick and squeezed it hard. “Hell yes – I need to fuck you hard. To bang your cute little ass – when was the last time you have been fucked you little tramp” I asked him bluntly. “Well….. a couple of weeks ago….. I was fucked by my boyfriend…..” he answered me and I saw the sadness in his eyes. “Yeah, but when did you whore around with another fellow lately” I wanted to know. “I took every dick that I could” he tried to convince me, but I had fingered him already and this bitch was tight like a virgin almost. Again I felt that something was wrong…. “Is this a fib, you are telling me?” I asked him. He looked down. I lifted his face with my hand asked him the question again. He didn’t answer me. Instead he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I didn’t expect to find a sling next to a notable king size bed. He didn’t realize we forgot the condom on the living-room table. I helped him to get into the sling and offered him some poppers, which I carried around in my pants. He smiled at me and opened the bottle to take a sniff. “Let me open you up” I growled, feeling me getting horny again, since he offered himself so shamelessly. I wanted to breed his him badly. I spat on his pinhole and pushed two fingers in. I moved them roughly in and out. He moaned loudly. Pushing a third finger into his snatch I started scratching his intestinal wall on my way out. Trying to wound him and to make him bleed he increased his moaning. “I have always been faithful to my boyfriend” he spluttered. “You are the second guy, who is actually fucking me…..” “What…. ?” I was not sure if I should believe him, but he had no reason to lie to me. I still asked him, why he acted like a cunt. He mentioned something about making me hot or wanting to become one or whatever… I was still working in damaging his intestine. Like a poisonous scorpion I was ready to strike and nothing would stop me now….

Part 2: Captain Baker’s AIDs cum leaked out of my ass bit by bit as we rode the elevator up to the 8th floor of the hotel. He continued to rub his dick, which was showing hard through his cammo pants, and my need to piss continued to increase. My ass was throbbing from his raw fuck, but in that way that just made me want more. My sides also hurt from where he dug into me with his hands and finger nails, but like the good Captain said, he had marked me and in more ways than one. We reached the 8th floor, Captain Baker led the way down the hall, past the vending machines and ice machine, to the last two rooms on the left. The stairwell was across the hall, so it was about as private a set of rooms as you could get, and with the constant thrumming of the ice machine, I imagined that if anyone was trying to listen, they would not be able to hear anything coming out of these rooms. Excellent – as I was hoping for some loud, freaky, nasty play without a bandana stuck in my mouth to shut me up! “Wait here a minute Sir,” Captain Baker said as he pulled out a key, and went in the room at the end. He did not close the door fully, and I could see a faint light from the bathroom, some duffle bags, but could not see or hear anything else. The Captain came back a few seconds later and whispered, “OK Sir. You will do what I say at all times, correct Sir? Wade – hmm – Captain Wade is still asleep, so I want us to surprise him. As soon as we get inside, you strip, leave your things there by the closet. You will follow me over to the second bed and get on your hands and knees facing the window. Don’t say a word.” Captain Baker took a big drag on his cigarette, blew out the smoke, leaned over, and gave me a deep, long kiss before suddenly realizing where we were standing, then quickly pulled away and opened the door for me to walk in. Captain Baker led the way into the room and as soon as we were in, he made sure the DO NOT DISTURB sign was on the door handle, closed the door gently, locked it, and motioned for me to get undressed and put my things on the floor. He got undressed as well, and even in the dim light from the bathroom I could see he had an amazing body, tight, muscled, light skinned and he looked pretty hairless, and the sight of his raw dick made my ass open up, begging for more. Once we were both naked, Captain Baker motioned for me to follow him. We walked around the corner into the hotel room where I could see from the streetlights coming through the cracks in the curtains two beds on the right and the shadow of a TV and dresser on the left. The first bed clearly had someone in it, as they were snoring loudly. Captain Baker led me to the second bed, motioned for me to get up on it doggy style, facing the window, with my ass in the air facing the guy asleep in the bed. Captain Baker got up behind me, found the spots where he had dug into my sides in the bathroom, lined up his now raring hard dick, and slowly eased himself balls deep up my ass. I gasped and moaned from how great his raw dick felt, and Captain Baker loudly said, “AAAHHHH, yeah, that’s good, yes Sir, let me up in there, AAAHHHHHH YEAH – YES SIR!!” as he started stroking my hole and working the load he gave me earlier back up into my ass. “AAAHHHH, yeah, that’s good, yes Sir, let me up in there, AAAHHHHHH YEAH – YES SIR!!” Captain Baker kept saying over and over and it did not take long for the snoring in the bed behind us to stop, and a voice ask, “What the fuck man, I’m trying to sleep here, what the shit ARE YOU DOING? Jesus fucking Christ! You got someone in here Baker? Holy fuck dude- what are….???” “AAHHH Wade man, you got to feel this,” Captain Baker said as he stopped, started to turn with his dick still inside me, guiding me off the bed and around so I was now facing the soldier just waking up. “You got to feel this ass Wade, feels so fucking good man, and guess what man – I gave him my cum – that’s right – shot right up his ass in the bathroom downstairs– he took it too – just like a whore – found us an AIDs whore man – that’s right – AAHHHHH – tight ass – found us a whore to use and I know you have not fucked any pussy in a while and thought you and the guys might like to help me train him. He’ll take it all, won’t you Sir?” I said, “Yes Captain, I want all your AIDs cum, use my ass Captain, please!” The guy named Wade, laughed, “God damn fuck Baker, you told him? How could you….well never mind. So it’s good? Well why not, and you’re right. I have not had a good fuck in ages, so one pussy just as good as another. Come on, push him closer, let me see if the whore knows how to suck dick.” Captain Baker pushed me closer to Wade, who was laying flat on the bed, but had scooted a little closer to the edge so that I could lean over and brace myself on the bed while Captain Baker fucked me, and with my right hand, reached out and felt his dick. DAMN! Wade was like the Captain’s twin. Big, thick meaty dick and already long and hard – some good morning wood going on there. Before I started sucking him I said, “Captain, can we stop a minute, I still need to piss really bad and you keep hitting my bladder, so I REALLY got to go.” Captain Baker just laughed, grabbed me tighter on my sides opening the flesh more where his nails dug in. “No can do Sir. When you’re in a combat zone Sir you don’t piss when you want, you learn to go wherever you standing, so piss if you need to, but we ain’t stopping, SIR!” I looked through the darkness towards Wade, while holding his dick, and said, “Please Wade, will you please let me piss first?” I got cuffed up the side of the head and he said, “It’s Captain to you, now shut the fuck up and suck my dick. Whore’s don’t ask stupid questions.” So I bent over, opened my mouth wide to take in Wade’s uncut dick, and started sucking. He must have liked it as he immediately began to gyrate his hips a little, his left hand came up on the back of my head and started pushing down deeper onto his dick while he moaned in pleasure. The sound of Baker’s dog tags clanging together as he fucked me echoed in the room as he started fucking me harder. He was really hurting my sides now as his nails dug deeper, so I knew he was close again. “WANT MY CUM AGAIN SIR?” CAPTAIN BAKER ASKED, “WANT IT? WHERE DO YOU WANT ME TO SHOOT SIR? WHERE SHOULD I SHOOT SIR?” DAMN MANNERS. “Cum in my ass Captain – please Captain, I want your AIDs – GIVE ME YOUR AIDS!!!” I begged. Baker growled, slammed me hard four or five times, then stopped as his dick swelled and spewed his hot virus load into me ass again. His second orgasm was more intense than the first and seemed to last forever as his whole body shook. Meanwhile, Wade was pumping my throat and his moans were getting louder and louder. “Please Captain, I want your cum in my ass too, please give it to me – fuck me PLEASE!!!” I said. I got cuffed again as Wade said, “Don’t talk, your job is to stay in formation and trust me whore, you WILL get it.” Wade pulled his dick out of my mouth and rolled towards the far side of the bed as Baker was still balls deep up my ass, the last of his infected cum being milked out by my ass walls. Wade walked around the bed, slapped Baker on the chest and said, “Come on man, get off, my turn to fill this hole up.” Baker reluctantly stepped back and pulled his dick out of my ass, and Wade stepped right in and started forcing his dick up now freshly fucked hole. No nice to meet you, no asking if I was OK or if this hurt, just mounted and fucked. “FUCK ME SOLDIER! FUCK YOUR WHORE – FUCK ME SOLDIER!” I YELLED. Wade’s dog tags kept the rhythm of his fuck as he worked his dick in and out of my ass raw. While he fucked hard and deep, he also seemed to make sure to scrape each wall in turn, first angling a little to the right and scraping all the way in, then the left, then arching back a bit as he hit and dug high and deep, then leaned forward to ride the bottom rail. Once he did those long strokes he buried his dick right up to the balls, which seemed huge, and made small gyrating motions with his hips, trying to scrape my guts past the second hole good. I cried out as Wade pulled all the way out in one motion and he started to turn me around. “No please, I can’t, I can’t take anymore without pissing,” I said. Wade just laughed and as he pushed me onto my back onto his bed, I saw Baker sitting on the end of the other bed, smoking and watching us, stroking his once-again hard dick. Wade crawled up on the bed after me, hiked my legs back towards my shoulders, pinned my arms, and filled me again with his raw, infected dick. I yelped as his dick lasered right in on my full bladder and continued to beg for him to stop as I was going to piss and started to struggle and wiggle. Wade pressed his full weight down, driving deeper and pressing my bladder as he said, “Dirty don’t stop us whore.” Now with every thrust, piss started to stream out my dick. Being half hard, and with my arms pinned, the piss had nowhere to go and shot out up towards my chest and face. I spit and tried to turn my head as some of it hit my mouth, which just turned Wade on as he cuffed my head and said, “DON’T turn away. Look at me while I’m fucking you – look at me while I breed you like the whore you are – LOOK AT ME WHILE I INFECT YOU!!!!!” I could feel his cum shooting into me as he let loose days’ worth of load and my bladder continued to empty as the piss flowed out of my dick and all over me and his bed. Wade wiped the piss around on my chest, coating me good, held up his hand and licked it clean, eased my legs down and climbed off the bed. He then walked around the bed and went to the bathroom, turned on the full set of lights, and closed the bathroom door. I started to get up and saw Baker putting out his cigarette. He then climbed on top of me, letting his full body weight press me into the wet blankets of Wade’s bed, and said, “Sir, you were a good whore there, got me so fucking horny, told you we would train you and fill you with AIDs cum. Did you like that Sir?” “Thank you for marking me again Captain,” I said. “Your friend marked me too, and I want you to make me your whore. Fill me with more Airborne cum. You got more cum for me Captain?” Baker smiled, kissed me hard and long, we heard the toilet flush, so Baker got off me, sat back on his bed and was lighting a cigarette when Wade came back out. “Damn I needed that,” Wade said as he sat down on the bed next to me. I sat up, scooted to the edge, and felt like I had a moment of reprieve to catch my breath. I stood up, Wade put his hand out to stop me and said, “Where are you going?” “I still have to piss,” I said, Wade laughed, put his hand down but said, “You need to keep that cum up there alright? Nothing better then a hole full of cum to fuck, makes it nice and wet like a sloppy-used pussy.” I shook my head, went to the bathroom and had to clench my ass as I finished pissing to be sure nothing else came out. When I opened the door to come back out, Wade was there and pushed me back into the bathroom and closed the door. He had a cigarette, leaned against the wall by the tub, set it between his lips as the smoke filled the space between us. Wade shook his dick at me with both hands, took the cigarette out of his mouth with his left hand, set it in an ashtray on the counter, then said, “I have to piss too – now open your mouth.” I knelt on the tiled bathroom floor, scooted forward, opened my mouth, and waited. It took a while as Wade’s dick was semi-hard, but then a hot, steaming stream of piss started to hit my face, and I covered the end of his dick with my mouth and swallowed. I could not keep up with all the piss he was giving me and it started running down the sides of my mouth and puddling around my knees on the floor. Wade did not stop, and I bet he had not pissed all night as it tasted rancid, and thick, but I kept swallowing like the good whore they wanted me to be. Wade finished, I licked his dick clean, he ran his hands up and down my body, spreading the remnants of his piss and mine all over me. He then coughed a little and through partially clenched jaws said, “Open your mouth again.” I did and Wade leaned over and spit into my mouth, cleared his throat a couple more times, and spit again. “Now swallow,” he said. I swallowed his chunky cough spit, and he smiled and said, “You will take every fluid I got, now let me see that hole.” I stood up, bent over, and Wade steered me a little sideways so he could look in the mirror and see himself looking at my hole. “Nice, still see that cum around the edges, Baker must have bred you good because you were wet.” With that Wade slid his dick back in my hole and started to fuck. He had only made a couple thrusts when someone knocked on the door. “God damn mother fuckers – WHAT?” Wade said as he opened the door. Baker was standing there, looked around Wade to me, back to Wade, then said, “You done?” Wade shook his head, picked up his cigarette, took a long drag, and said, “Yeah, I’m done for the moment. Are they up?” Baker shook his head and walked back into the room. As I followed Wade back into the room I noticed that the door connecting to the next room was now open and their TV was turned on, as was the TV in the room I was in. I also saw a new guy in the room now, he was standing in front of the TV watching a Pay Per View porn, stroking a dick that was a little smaller than Baker’s and Wade’s, as was the rest of him. He did not look at me, just kept stroking his dick as Baker and Wade sat on their beds, smoked their cigarettes, and looked at me. I didn’t know what to do. I went to go sit by Baker, but Wade stopped me and said, “Where do you think you’re going whore? You’re here to take dick, right? Well there’s some dick that needs attention. You’ll have to forgive Captain Jameson, or JJ, there, he’s a little slow up here if you know what I mean,” as he laughed, tapped his head, and continued, “But poor JJ has not fucked in even a longer time than me, so he’s got a full load in his balls for you, don’t you JJ?” JJ did not respond, so I went over to him, got on my hands and knees, he turned slightly so I could start sucking him, but his eyes were still focused on the porn. His dick got harder as I worked him around in my mouth, slowly sucking him deeper and deeper. “You like that JJ?” Wade asked, “He’ll take your nutt man, got some good pussy hole that we already worked up, but not sure that little dick of yours would even be able to feel him now after us,” he laughed. JJ did not respond verbally, but started fucking my mouth and suddenly erupted, squirting thick nutt into my mouth and down my throat. I was working to get every drop of cum out of his balls when a deep, booming voice behind me said in a heavy Southern drawl, “Well, I’ll be damn. Seems like ya’lls little whore ain’t nothing but a fag.” JJ immediately pulled his dick out of my mouth, Baker sat up straight, Wade tensed, and I slowly turned around –still on my knees – to see who had said that. The other soldier from the room next door made Baker and Wade look like kids as the light from the bathroom, his room, and the TV cast crazy shadows around his massive body. He was several inches taller than them, a lot more muscular with huge broad shoulders, pecs that were broad, rounded, and covered with dark hair. His arms were thick, veiny and running up each was a tattoo of a snake that wound around his arms, across his shoulders and the heads of the snakes met on his chest below his neck, their mouths open, venom dripping from their fangs. As my eyes moved down his body I could not believe how tan he looked, and he had big thick legs, and was wearing his black combat boots, but they looked scuffed and worn unlike Baker’s that were shiny and pristine. As he stepped closer I finally got a clear view of his dick, and it took my breath away. This guy was a good 12-inches long, super thick, and capped with a huge mushroom head. His balls drooped behind his shaft, and were huge as well, so they sort of pushed his dick out and forward. My mouth literally dropped open as I looked up to his face. He was not clean shaven like the other guys, but looked like he had a few days of growth on his beard that outlined a big square jaw, pale blue eyes, and a buzzed hairline that seemed to come too far down his forehead. He was smoking a cigarette, so the smoke hanging around his head made him seem almost mythical. I was still staring at his dick when Baker said, “This is Captain Fontaine.” Fontaine walked past me, his dick swinging like a club side to side slapping his thighs. He went over by the window, sat in one of the chairs, took the cigarette out of his mouth and with a sneer said, “Don’t let me stop you girls – go on now, don’t mind me, get back to whatever little faggot tea party you were having. Where’s your fucking liquor?” I was still staring as Fontaine looked at me, and I could not tell where this was going and was getting a little nervous as he clearly made the other guys tense. Baker looked at me and said, “Never mind him, come here.” I stood up, walked over to Baker who was sitting on his bed, and Wade directly across from him on the other. As I stood in front of Baker he pushed me back a step against Wade, who guided me down to sit onto his dick. My ass was full of cum and had been pretty well fucked, so I slid on with no trouble. I started riding Wade’s dick, while Baker stood up, put his dick in my mouth, grabbed my head and started fucking my throat. “OH YEAH, THAT’S A GOOD WHORE, SUCK MY DICK GOOD – NICE WET MOUTH – WET HOLE TOO HUH WADE? NICE AND WET HOLE – YEAH.” WADE CHIMED IN TOO, “I COULD FUCK THIS PUSSY HOLE ALL DAY – MAN THIS IS GOOD – AND DON’T WORRY WHORE – WE CAN FUCK ALL DAY – CAN’T BE AIRBORNE WITHOUT HAVING SOME STAMINA, SO YOU BEST BUCKLE UP.” I could only mumble a response as Baker filled my throat with his dick and I rode Wade. A large shadow blocked the light from the TV as Fontaine said, “I’ve waited long enough. Let me see if this fag can actually suck a dick.” Fontaine pushed Baker to the side, stood in front of me and put the head of his humongous dick in my mouth. He smelled like old cigarettes, stale beer, sweat, piss and I had to try to stretch my mouth wide to take the mushroom head and heard Baker say, “I was not done yet,” with an edge in his voice. Fontaine paused, stepped back from me – although Wade kept working his dick up my ass – and looked at Baker. Fontaine reached down, grabbed Baker’s cigarette out of his hand, took a long drag, and looked back at Baker who was sitting on the bed with anger, jealousy, and a range of emotions flashing over his face. He was clearly frustrated and wanted to do something, and was now maybe regretting his choice of bringing the guys in from next door. “Time for some fag bashing,” Fontaine said as he grabbed me by left arm, lifted me up and off of Wade’s dick, and pushed towards the door to his room all in one swift motion. Baker stood up as if to stop him, but Fontaine pushed him back onto the bed and said, “DON’T FUCK WITH ME!!” Fontaine pushed me through the door to his room, locked it, and Baker started immediately knocking on the door and saying to bring me back. Fontaine yelled back, “You got yours asshole, now I’m getting MINE. Don’t worry, you’ll get back what’s left when I am done.” Fontaine then looked at me and said, “Looks like you found a Puppy – that’s what we call Baker – Puppy.” I stood looking around the room, surprisingly not afraid as I figured no matter what this guy said, he could not be that bad if Baker was willing to bring me into their rooms. I noticed the bed closest to door had boots by the side, folded cammo pants and a white t-shirt laid on the end, and the bed looked like it had been barely slept in. The TV in here was playing porn – straight porn, and some kinky shit too and as I continued to look around the room I saw what must be Fontaine’s bed, which was the one closest to the window. The bed was a complete wreck; there were a couple full ashtrays on the floor beside the bed full of cigarette butts, there were clothes tossed around the floor and across the foot of the bed, and the smell of him was thick and heavy in this room, which made my ass tingle and twitch. Fontaine walked around me, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lit one up, looked at me, and while ignoring the continued knocks on the connecting door said, “You better have some of that rum on the table. You’re going to need it.” I looked at the table in the corner, saw the bottle, walked over, and took several big gulps. DAMN that shit burned. I took a few more gulps, felt the warmth of it start to spread, and turned around to see Fontaine, cigarette in one hand, his dick in the other. “Bet you ain’t seen a one-eyed monster like this before have you fag?” Fontaine said. “This here’s a REAL SOLDIER DICK. Too bad the girls got you first, I would have enjoyed hearing you cry as I raped that faggot hole – bet we still gonna have a good time. Now get over here, lick my balls.” I started to walk towards him, but Fontaine said, “STOP FAGGOT. Back up, get on the floor. You need to show me you what a lowlife you are. You crawl to me fag, crawl on your hands and knees and get over here and lick my dirty boots.” As I got down and started crawling across the floor I realized the knocking had stopped and hoped Baker was not upset with me. I made it to Fontaine and started licking his boots. First the left, then the right, then back to the left. “Get on your knees,” Fontaine said, “Up against the door – sit up straight FAG!” I did as I was told and as soon as I was in position Fontaine had his dick in my mouth and was skull fucking me. “Yeah choke on it fag, you’re supposed to know how to suck dick – guess I need to do the work,” Fontaine growled as he grabbed my head between both his huge hands, held me tight, and started making me choke and gag as he tried to force all 12 inches of his dick down my throat. I could not breathe as he held it in my throat and started choking me. Fontaine laughed and said, “SUCK IT FAG – SUCK THAT SOLDIER DICK – SUCK IT!” The rum I drank was trying to come back up as Fontaine choked me on his dick and as Fontaine got louder the guys next door started knocking on the door again and I could hear Baker asking Fontaine to open up. Fontaine loomed over me, he spit on me and growled, “I love beating the shit out of fags, homeless, and illegals, you all deserve it. See you bleed on my boots as I stomp you. But these boys here would get a bit worked up about that, so I’ll just have to make do hurting you how I can. Choke on this dick!” After he realized I could not take it all down my throat, Fontaine hauled me up and pushed towards his bed. He stopped me in front of the TV as he lifted my arms out and saw the marks Baker had left on my sides where his fingers and nails had dug into me and left little blood trails marking me. “I SEE YOU LIKE IT ROUGH FAGGOT,” FONTAINE SAID AS HE DROPPED MY ARMS AND SLAPPED MY FACE. “LET ME HEAR YOU BEG OL’FONTAINE FOR SOME REAL MAN DICK FAGGOT – NOT THOSE LITTLE WATER PISTOLS THE BOYS GOT – (SLAP) – LET ME HEAR YOU FAG – WHAT DO YOU WANT – (SLAP). TELL ME FAG – (SLAP) – TELL ME.” I was sort of stunned from the slaps, which had gotten harder and harder, but could hear Baker at the door again rattling the doorknob trying to get in. Fontaine just ignored him, spit in my face twice, slapped me really hard and said, ”TELL ME FAG – YOU WANT SOME REAL SOLDIER DICK?” I turned, faced him, spit square into the center of his chest just below the snake head tats, looked up at him square in the eyes and said, “Let’s see what you got ASSHOLE and if you got the skills to work that thing,” as I slapped at his dick, which bounced up and down, coming to stand at full attention. Fontaine paused, then burst out laughing, “Oh yeah, I think we’ll get along just fine – just fine - I like a little fire in the girls I fuck, none of that passive-lay-there-like-a wet-rag shit. You wanna be my girl faggot? Be my faggot girl?” I did not have a chance to reply before Fontaine pushed me over the end of his bed, clamped his huge hands around my sides where Baker had held me and drove his nails and fingers into the same spots. I immediately felt the marks start to bleed as Fontaine leaned forward a little, spit on my back, and said, “I’m going to rape that that hole – you’re my sweet faggot girl now, my sweet faggot who’s gonna bleed so good for Ol’Fontiaine,” and with that he forced that mushroom head through my ass ring. I screamed as I felt my ass give and my hole bleed as he continued on, forcing his dick up my hole - pounding me into submission as he used me for his pleasure. “Gimme your hole sweet faggot girl, that’s it, don’t fight Fontaine, don’t fight Fontaine, I know you’re a good faggot for me,” Fontaine said as he let go of my sides, and pulled his dick out – tearing me as much going out as he did going in. I shook and Fontaine continued, “Damn sweetie, I really made you bleed. You want me to stop faggot, you want Ol’Fontaine to stop fucking you like you deserve?” I turned my head and said, “No Soldier! I want your cum, I need you to infect me, - I NEED YOUR AIDS CUM IN MY BLOODY HOLE!” “What the FUCK did you say faggot?” Fontaine growled and spit on me. He grabbed a handful of my hair, leaned down by my face and said again, “What the FUCK did you say faggot?” “BREED ME WITH YOUR AIDS CUM SOLDIER!!” I screamed. Fontaine pulled me up, pushed me towards the locked door between the rooms and said, “Fucking faggot! Let them hear as you take a real man’s dick – let them hear as I give you the fucking gay death!!” I leaned forward and braced myself against the door jam as Fontaine came up behind me. He wrapped a towel around my neck and twisted it around his left arm almost like a horse bridle. With his right hand he grabbed my waist again and I screamed loud as he slammed his mushroom-headed dick back up my ass. Fontaine was breeding me like a wild man. His Army boots giving him traction to slam fuck me and I could feel blood running down my leg. The harder he fucked the more he pulled and twisted on the towel around my neck, while digging into my side. “OH YEAH FAGGOT GIRL – RAPE THAT PUSSY HOLE – FEEL OL’FONTAINE RAPE THAT HOLE, TAKE FONTAINE’S DICK, TAKE FONTAINE’S DICK, TAKE IT, TAKE MY AIDS CUM FAGGOT!!!” As Fontaine cummed up my ass he fucked harder and deeper and twisted the towel tighter. I could barely breathe as he yanked back on the towel to leverage burying his AIDs dick in my ass. When he was done, Fontaine yanked his dick out of my shredded hole and using the towel dragged me back a few steps away from the door, unlocked it, and pushed me past Baker and JJ, back into the other room Baker put his arms around me and said, “You OK? Sorry Sir, I didn’t think – damn – you sure you OK?” Fontaine stepped into the room, put his hands on my ass and squeezed, laughed and said, “The faggot’s alright, just got a proper fuck from a real soldier – didn’t you faggot girl – ask him if he didn’t enjoy it? Didn’t you fag?” Fontaine laughed again and stepped back into his room, followed by JJ, who closed the door. Baker unwrapped the towel from around my neck and said “Fontaine didn’t mean no harm, he’s just a little rough around the edges.” Wade interrupted and said, “No man, you know that mother fucker is crazy and is gonna get us all killed some day I swear.” “Do you want a drink,” Baker asked as he guided me to his bed. I shook my head yes and Wade handed me a bottle of rum and I took a few big gulps. Baker sat beside me, smoking on a cigarette feverishly, his leg going up and down, and his breathing was hard and all nervous like. I stood up in front of him, pulled his head against my torso and said, “I’m good man, he was fine, so no worries.” Wade let out a whistle, “HOLY FUCK – he made you bleed – damn that’s HOT!” as he opened my ass cheeks and buried his dick in my torn ass, pushing Fontaine’s charged load deeper. I yelped a little, leaned down, kissed Baker long and hard as Wade gave me another load. I then immediately turned and sat on Baker’s dick as I licked Wade clean. Wade bent down to kiss me, but Baker pushed him off, “No, none of that. I’m sharing, but none of that.” After I milked another load out from Baker, we laid down on his bed for a while, him spooning me and his dick inside my ass. He and Wade took turns keeping their AIDs filled dicks warm inside my ass as the cum and ass juice gave them the hot wet hole they wanted. JJ did not come back in the room, but Fontaine did when Baker was in the shower starting to get ready for class. Wade told him he should go, but Fontaine laughed and said, “Give me a minute, go into my room and help JJ with his uniform, you know he can’t never get it right.” Wade looked at me, I nodded that I was ok, and he went into the other room and closed the door. I glanced nervously towards the bathroom, but Baker was still in the shower. Fontaine’s dick was at attention and I NEEDED him stretching me open again, so I stood, turned around, and backed up against his hot, hard body, impaling myself on his huge cock and, and gulping air as his mushroom head split my ass all over again. “Aren’t you worried that Puppy will get all upset and piddle on the floor?” Fontaine said as he laughed. I just moaned, pushed myself off of his dick, then back onto it – yelping a little as the head popped in again. “Aaahhh,” Fontaine said, “I see that faggot girl likes this SOLDIER DICK. You need another rape faggot girl?” I said, “Yes, yes, please,” as I kept coming off his dick head and making it pop back through my ass ring. Fontaine’s huge left hand covered my mouth, he slammed deep and I screamed into his hand. He leaned down and whispered into my ear, “My orders have changed and I will not be joining the boys at class this afternoon. What I will be doing is coming to your house faggot girl, you will wait on me, shine my boots, make me some drinks, and most of all faggot – I am going to tear that girl hole to shreds as I beat the shit out of you faggot and make you my own little AIDs bitch, because you know what? I know what that biohazard tat of yours means and I intend to make sure you hurt for days and that my DNA becomes the ultimate virus in that faggot hole of yours. I can fuck for hours, and trust – there will be no stopping and no interruptions this time. Understand FAG! Here, write down your address and phone number, I will be there just after 14:00 and you best be ready.” I shook my head yes, Fontaine pulled out of my ass, I leaned down and licked his dick clean, he opened the door, went back to his room, and Wade came back, looked at me, shook his head and lit a cigarette. Baker came out, let Wade shower, and we just chatted as he put his uniform on and got ready for class. I then took a shower, keeping as much cum up my ass as I could. When I was done, Baker told Wade he would be right back and walked me home. When we got to my place, Baker came up, came into my apartment, kissed me hard and said, “Sir, I expect to see you back at my room at 0400 tomorrow Sir. I have boots to shine and kit to gather for the last day of class and then we are all on leave for next 10 days. I think we are gonna have a good time Sir.” Baker kissed me again and left. I only had about 30 minutes to get ready, so I called Dr Mike, reported in on what had happened so he could update my chart, and he said he would find out exactly where these soldiers were stationed as this was the perfect opportunity to get my AIDs strain into the armed forces, and use them to introduce me to as many soldiers as I could. He would even pay for my travel there and get me a hotel room right by the base so my ass was convenient and ready to infect. Once I was done with Dr Mike I made a very strong drink, drank it down, and made another and waited as I knew Fontaine was on his way and this faggot could not wait for him breed me again.

The Hunt (Part 3) Jason sat there motionless. His yearning glance moved constantly between my cock and my eyes. I stroked my cock slowly and returned his gaze calmly. “Come here...” I whispered. “Crawl to me...” I added silently. “Lower your view, you little whore “ I told him determined. Jason moved on all fours towards me. He moaned softly. I spread my legs a little further, to give him more access to please me. “Stretch your tongue out and lick my balls” I told Jason. Meanwhile I enclosed the belt with a tighter grip of my right hand. Jason was still on all fours in front of me and without a warning I raised my arm and the belt lashed through the air. It landed on Jason's back, leaving a flaming bruise . Jason's tongue interrupted his bustling lick service. His eyes were dilated in pain. Once again I struck his back. The boy exhaled suddenly and I could not suppress a groan. A third time my belt met his target. “Please ...... “, he said tearfully. “You must not beg me little one” I replied with an evil grin. “This gives me great pleasure, you know? “, knowing that the boy had meant it differently. Jason sighed and accepted the next stroke without complaining. Suddenly I dropped the belt and grabbed Jason hair and forced his mouth onto my cock. “Suck me” I ordered him. Jason took my penis in his mouth and ran his tongue under my foreskin. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, enjoying the feeling of his tongue cleaning my dick. He raised his hands up, to jack-off my cock. “Without hands” I said. “Only with your mouth” I added calmly. The slut nodded obediently. His hands slid down again and he sat back in front of me – like the puppy he was sucking my cock like it was a meaty bone. Sitting there, fully dressed, only with my jeans opened – I crossed my arms behind my head and enjoyed the skills of his tongue. Jason was experienced in satisfying a man with his mouth. Without a doubt he was either very talented, or he had a lot of practice. I assumed it was the latter. I put my right hand on the back of his head, and pushed him down a little. I increased the pressure, wanting him to deepthroat me. His throat would massage my cock nicely. Jason understood immediately and let my fat prick slide abruptly down his tight gullet. Without gagging my dick disappeared inch by inch down his throat. Playfully I patted on his head and looked at him. “Keep doing your job bitch” I encouraged him to go even deeper. “I will hit you so hard boy.... you will never forget this night” I mumbled more to myself. Jason heard my mumbling and trembled in excitement, not knowing about my true intentions.

It was a hot and muggy Thursday morning in Washington, DC, and work at the office had been intense and beyond busy. I was so ready for the weekend, and having to walk to work on the hottest day of the year so far was the last thing I wanted to do. I had set the alarm for 4:00 a.m. and figured I would beat the sun and get to the office before it got too hot. I left the apartment at 5:00, it was only 75 degrees, so saw a few joggers, bicyclists, and some commuters, but otherwise the streets were pretty quiet. There were a couple guys cruising around the blocks looking for the last of the night’s prostitutes. I had not gotten fucked the night before, knew Dr Mike would not be pleased, but I struck out and was also horny as fuck! I even tried to cruise a couple of the guys circling the blocks in case one of them was feeling really freaky and wanted my biohazard ass. Nothing. (see Dr Mike Biohazard and Healer stories at https://breeding.zone/topic/10939-dr-mike-%E2%80%93-biohazard-and-healer-%E2%80%93-part-1-%E2%80%93-the-first-office-visit/page-1?hl=mike) Twice a week I go a different way to work and stop by this little deli to pick up lottery tickets and knew they would be open and prepping for the breakfast crowd. I crossed the street, walked east around the traffic circle, and as I came around the corner of the hotel that faces the circle, saw a soldier leaning against the wall in front of the restaurant that faces 14th Street – the designated smoking area in front of the hotel. The soldier had on black boots, camo pants and jacket, and a maroon beret. He was taller than me, and had a good 30 pounds more muscle as well. The soldier was a few years younger than I was, with a hard jaw line and intense eyes that latched onto me the minute I saw him. While I closed the 10-feet of distance between us, he put the cigarette between his lips with a huge right hand, took a long drag, finished it off, stood up straight, put it out on the sidewalk with his boot, and as I got right by him he nodded his head and said in almost a whisper laced with power, “Hi, how are you this morning Sir?” Sir? Fuck I was not that old, but I stopped, held out my hand and said, “Great man, fucking tired and hating this heat. My shirt is wet already and sweat is running down my ass and I have only walked a few blocks.” The soldier laughed, shook my hand and said, “I hear you Sir, but this ain’t nothing to some of the places I have been recently and this shit humidity makes your balls stick together and wedge where they don’t belong.” The soldiers grip tightened on my hand and lingered a bit longer then was normal. No, couldn’t be. I must be dizzy from the humidity. He let go, reached into his front pocket, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I declined. He tapped one out, lit up, and leaned back against the wall, taking long drags while staring at me. I decided what the hell, I knew all about ‘don’t ask don’t tell’, and the risk was exciting. I looked at the soldier’s uniform and it said BAKER in black letters. “Baker,” I said, “Are you in town visiting?” Stupid question I know. “Yes Sir,” the soldier said, “Here for a training course. I’m airborne forces for the army, but as a Captain I need some other skills too, so am here for a couple days with some others from my squad.” “You’re up awful early,” I noted as I looked at his crotch and tried to get some idea of what the Captain was carrying. He saw my gaze, smiled through the cigarette in his lips, reached down with his left hand and did a slow stroke, shift of his dick that was hanging down his right pant leg. “Yes Sir,” Captain Baker said, “I could not sleep and decided I should get up and smoke a few and get the day started. Class today does not start until 14:00, so have to find a way to occupy my time.” The Captain said the last part with a sneer and a wicked look in his eyes. Here was a man looking for trouble and I was going to give it to him. “Man, the coffee I had before I headed out is starting to hit me. Do they have a bathroom in the hotel lobby?” I asked. Captain Baker nodded, smiled wide, “They do Sir. I am happy to show you,” as he started to lean down to put out his cigarette. “No man, finish that off,” I said, “You have to take everything you can that gives you a little joy and fun.” I hope he understood my hidden meaning. He just nodded, took several long, big drags, blew the smoke my way, and smiled. The Captain finished his smoke, stomped it out with his boot, and I followed him into the hotel. There was a clerk at the front desk off the left who was busy trying to explain to a woman the charges on her bill. The Captain and I walked down the hall to the right, past the elevators and the sign that said ‘Ballrooms’, and around another corner until we saw the Men and Women signs and one that was accessible. Captain Baker stepped through the door marked with the accessible sign, held it open for me, and I walked in, turned the light on and went to the toilet. I heard a CLICK, turned, and saw the Captain had turned a lock on the door. He then leaned against the wall by the sink and watched me. I set my backpack down on the floor, undid my belt, dropped my pants to the floor, and aimed. Nothing. Not a drop. My dick started to grow even though I was not jacking it, and I felt like my kidneys would burst as the feeling of having to piss was so intense. I started to blush. I was embarrassed and my whole plan to play it cool to get some cum and maybe do some stealth pozzing was going awry. I shook my head in frustration. Captain Baker snickered and said in a low voice, “Seems you have a problem, and so do I.” I looked over as the Captain undid his camo pants, dropped his shorts, and this gorgeous, fat, uncut dick fell out into his hands. He was pretty hard and his dick was almost bouncing up and down as the blood rushed to fill him up. I watched as Captain Baker bent down, pulled his pants partway back up, scrunching his dick up towards his stomach, and shuffled over to me. I did not know which way Captain Blake went – top or bottom – I did not care, I was determined to get that dick. As he was shuffling towards me, I bent forward, reached back and with my left hand pulled my left cheek to the side while with my right, drove my fingers in my ass and started digging at my guts. I wanted to be raw and bloody so the Captain could infect me with anything he might have or if I was lucky, I would get to add him to those I had infected on behalf of Dr Mike. That must have done the trick. He let out a low moan like a Pit Bull that just got tossed a raw steak. Captain Baker got up behind me, roughly pushed my hands away. “Tell me what you need Sir?” he said, still in a low voice. “What are my orders Sir?” Fuckin–a! I was a bottom in charge! The Captain had dropped his pants and his dick was resting against my right hip. He was a good 10 inches and I reached back with my right hand, stroked it a few times and moaned a little and started gyrating my hips out of brutal hunger. Captain Baker put his left hand on my hip, stopped me from moving and said again, “Your orders SIR!” As he said that, he shoved two fingers of his right hand into my hole using the sweat and whatever ass juice/blood might be there to ease his way. I moaned louder and Captain Baker covered my mouth with his left hand as the fingers on his right jammed in and out of my ass and then starting trying to stretch my hole and dig around. His fingernails found my gut walls and he dug in. I moaned loudly into his hand and pushed my ass back to let him know I wanted more of that. Captain Baker paused. He slowly withdrew his two fingers and I was suddenly afraid I had gone too far. He removed his hand from my mouth, leaned to my left ear and said, “Sir, we have to be quiet. You understand? I WILL make sure that you are Sir, you understand?” I just shook my head and kept looking forward. “Now Sir, I had asked you for my orders but believe you are not yet fit to command. You will do as I say now Sir. I have not fucked anyone since I left home, so I need you to take it like I want Sir. I will not stop once I start Sir.” He paused, I heard some rustling and thought fuck, he was grabbing a condom. “Sir, now here, open your mouth.” I turned my head slightly to the left and opened my mouth. Captain Baker stuffed a bandana between my lips and teeth, then with a couple fingers made sure the entire thing was in my mouth. My jaws were open and mouth full of his sweaty bandana to ensure I would stay quiet. The Captain then put his left hand on the back of my shoulder and pushed me. I bent forward, placed my hands on the toilet, and arched my back so my ass was up and out. My dress shirt was scrunched up just above my ass, but Captain Baker pushed it a little higher. I assumed he was looking at my biohazard tattoo, but he did not say a word so I knew he did not know what it was. Captain Baker moaned again, parted my cheeks, and this time four big fingers on his right hand drove themselves into my hole. I whimpered and moaned as he found the spot he was digging at before in my guts. He knew he was on target when I jumped and whimpered. This time he bent over, wrapped his left arm around my hips, pulled me back towards him as his right hand tore at my ass. He stood up, reached around and wiped his fingers that just came out of my ass across my face and under my nose leaving a trail of ass snot across my cheek and upper lip. I braced myself as Captain Baker placed his left hand on my hips again, and I could feel him guiding his dick towards my hole. The Captain’s hips pushed forward, trying to work his dick into my ass and once he realized he was lined up he paused, grabbed my hips with both hands hard, and SLAM FUCKED ME RAW! I moaned into the bandana stuck into my mouth and used all my strength to brace myself on the toilet. Captain Baker grabbed me hard and continued to push his dick dry into my ass. I could feel him tearing my hole. Even though I had been fucked a lot lately as part of Dr Mike’s treatment program, being fucked rough and pretty dry by a big dick still did its damage and it was clear Captain Baker’s mission was to seek and destroy my asshole – RAW! The Captain’s dick served him well and forced my hole open. Every stroke hurt, but I wanted his dick so bad and was willing to do anything for it. The Captain suddenly pulled all the way out, and shoved four fingers back in there, forcing them deeper up my ass. He pulled them out and replaced with his dick as he drove it balls deep in one stroke. I tried to gasp, but had to breathe through my nose and sort of choked. Captain Baker was moaning now as he fucked – every stroke blasting my hole with big, fat, raw dick. He began pulling almost all the way out and slamming in, pulling out slamming in, faster and faster – and then stopped. My ass was on fire and I could feel his dick start throbbing, twitching, pulsing as he moaned. He stayed still for a good 10 seconds and I figured he had shot his load, but no, he started working my hole again. Now he was doing more controlled strokes, some short just in and out the hole, some balls deep, but the pace was steady and hard. I had no concept of time and the thought of getting caught did not even cross my mind, I just wanted my hole used by this soldier. Captain Baker’s fingers now dug into my sides, his nails cutting into my skin, and I could feel small trickles of blood begin to flow as his nails dug deeper and his fingers clenched into the flesh. I tried to gasp again and couldn’t. The Captain’s grip was squeezing me hard as his dick tore up my ass. I was having a hard time keeping my balance as his rhythm picked up and I then realized how loud the sound of his hips smacking into my ass was, but again I did not care. I started to moan and whimper as his dick was so deep he was making the feeling of having to piss so intense and I realized that with every thrust of his dick into my ass, a little bit of piss was dribbling out of my dick onto my shorts and dress pants. Captain Baker was breathing hard and dug deeper and deeper into my sides with his fingers and nails. I COULD BARELY BREATH AS HIS MOANS GOT LOUDER AND LOUDER AND HIS SPIT WAS FLYING AS HE SAID, “OH SIR, OH SIR, FUCK – YES – YES – FUCK SIIRRRRR!!!” THE CAPTAIN UNLOADED HIS FIRE OF STREAM AFTER STREAM OF HOT CUM INTO MY SHREDDED ASS. I COULD FEEL IT HITTING ITS TARGET AND THE ADDITIONAL WETNESS LUBED MY ASS UP AND ALLOWED HIM TO GET EVEN DEEPER AS HE CONTINUED TO FUCK ME AND HIS DICK BUCKED AND UNLOADED. The Captain slowly began to ease up his pace and his dick barely softened. I was moaning almost non-stop from the ecstasy and the need of having to piss. His breathing was almost back to normal as he continued to move his hips and work his cum into my ass. I tried to push myself to a standing position, but he pushed me back forward and kept pumping. A few minutes later he stopped. His dick was still inside me as Captain Baker allowed me to stand up straight. He stopped me from removing the bandana by covering my mouth with his left hand and said, “I needed to make sure it took Sir.” I didn’t know what he meant. The Captain put his right arm around my chest and pulled me back into him and continued, “You see Sir, on my last deployment there was this hot little girl who used to come to base. She did laundry and stuff for my squad, but was also our whore. Well, let’s just say we had a lot of fun with her, but she sent several of us home with a surprise.” “I GOT AIDS,” CAPTAIN BAKER SAID SOFTLY AS HIS LEFT HAND TIGHTENED OVER MY MOUTH AND HIS RIGHT ARM HELD ME EVEN TIGHTER. I WAS BREATHING FAST WITH EXCITEMENT, BUT HE MUST HAVE THOUGHT IT WAS FEAR AND EVEN IF I WANTED TO SCREAM OR RUN, I COULD GO NOWHERE’S AS I WAS IMPALED ON HIS DICK. “I KNOW SIR, I KNOW. NOW SIR YOU WILL HAVE ME WITH YOU ALWAYS AS I AM NOT ON ANY MEDS – CAN’T AT BASE – SO MY CUM IS LIKE A SCUD MISSILE,” CAPTAIN BAKER SAID. “I MADE SURE TO TEAR YOUR ASS UP GOOD BEFORE I STARTED, REMEMBER?” I STARTED BREATHING EVEN FASTER AND MY DICK WAS SO HARD WITH A MIXTURE OF PISS AND CUM LEAKING OUT. CAPTAIN BAKER EASED HIS HOLD WITH HIS RIGHT ARM AND PUMPED HIS STILL HARD DICK A FEW TIMES AND SAID, “I COATED YOUR GUTS WITH MY AIDS CUM UP ONE SIDE AND DOWN THE OTHER. MY BEST FRIEND FROM BOOT CAMP IS THE BASE DOC, SO FOR NOW, THE ARMY DOES NOT KNOW. I’LL BE OUT SOON - IN ABOUT A YEAR, AND HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR A GOOD PIECE OF ASS TO COME HOME TO, NOW I GOT YOU SIR.” My eyes got really wide and I thought what the fuck? As he pulled his dick out of my ass, Captain Baker turned me to face him and said, “I’m going to take the bandana out now. What do you say Sir?” My mouth was dry and did not seem to quite work after the bandana had sucked up all the spit I could make. “Thank you Captain, thank you for marking me as your ass,” I said softly. Captain Baker smiled, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Now Sir, wash off your face and get dressed. I think you need some more airborne dick that is full of AIDs cum, follow me. I got a couple guys from my squad upstairs who need a wake-up call and they are going to enjoy helping me train you to be a good AIDs whore for some big old Army dick!” Well, once we left the bathroom, I stopped in the lobby, used the payphone to call the office and left a message to say I was sick. I then followed Captain Baker to the elevators and we passed the front desk clerk in the hallway who gave us both a nod and a big old knowing smile. Captain Baker stepped into the elevator, pushed 8, and the doors closed. He looked at me with an evil smile, rubbed his dick, and nodded as he pulled a cigarette out and lit up. My plans to do some stealth pozzing of my own did not quite work out, but that was OK. What better way to support the troops then to give them their own AIDs whore and biohazard ass?

Just another thought here. Maybe your Doc wants to breed you? You mentioned his status, Is he not on meds. for it? Could get real hot fast with him?

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.

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……

Tuesday Morning The alarm forced me to open my eyes and face the dawning day. I felt drained and still tired. Looking down I saw my cock was at its usually full mast in the morning. Without even thinking two finger went in my mouth and started to work their way into my hairy hole. A sigh escaped my lips and a pearl of precum formed quickly on my cock head. My palm smoothed the precum around my cock head before my hand enveloped the shaft and starting to jerk. Finally the finger were all the way in my sore ass and I started to fuck myself. And yes, it feels weird to describe what I was doing as 'fucking myself', but hey is what I was doing. I shifted my legs, placed my feet flat against the mattress giving me more access. My hand was a blur as I approached orgasm, a thin sheen of sweat broke out on my body as I came my cum hitting the middle of my chest in three shots before slacking and coating my abs. Taking my finger from my hole I swirled them in the chest hair, mixing the cum and then quickly without thought shoved them in my mouth. The taste of my ass and cum and a bit of sweat as intoxicating, I moaned and went back from more until I was a sticky, mated mess. Contentedly sighing, I rose, showered and dressed for work. Quick mirror check let me know I could skip shaving at least one more day if not two, my little morning jerk had cost me some time. As I was about to get dressed I looked at Mike blue jock laying on the floor. On a dirty impulse I put it back on, it felt rough against my cock and balls and I knew it was dirty but didn’t care. Just to make sure though I covered it up with my usual boxer briefs and finished dressing in my usual three piece suit for work. As I was making my way out the door I noticed the other water bottle. I felt taking it now might not be a good idea but surely if I only took half at lunch I wouldn’t have any issues. Dropping it in my bag I hopped in my car and headed off to work, a smile on my face and the taste of my ass and cum on my mouth.

The Hunt (Part 4) Standing up from the couch, pretty Jason followed my move, like his lips were glued to my dick. He kept on sucking my member in like it was a lollipop. I started moving my hips, holding his head in a tight grip. “Swallow…. swallow my dick, pretty boy” I said to him. Jason was inhaling my cock. It was more than just sucking. It was consuming my toxic precum already. “Taste my dick, do you like it?” I asked innocently. He kept on sucking but nodded wildly. “Get rid of your jeans” I said to him in a demanding tone. He stopped chewing my stick and opened slowly his jeans. He stood up and undressed himself. He wore a jayhole for an easy access of his cunt. Good boy, I thought to myself. He kept his shirt on and I pulled his skinny body to mine and started french kissing him. Again I realized how beautiful his eyes were. They were so intensively blue, I have never seen them before and again I recognized they were somehow clouded. I started kneading his ass-cheeks. Silky and soft, yet firm and handy – I would shred his hole tonight. While imaging the act already I started fingering his cunthole. It was so tight and dry. He was moaning, while I tried stabbing my middle finger into his chute. “Open up bitch” I growled. “It hurts” he replied. “Can we use some lube please?” I withdrew my finger from his arse and held it in front of his mouth. “Lick it!” I forced my fingers into his wet mouth. “That is all the ‘lube’ you are getting. I want this ditch tight and dry” was my answer. After that I reinserted my fingers into his asscunt. This time I was able to push two fingers in and with some effort they sunk deep to my second joint. All the while we kept on kissing and I liked the way the boy tasted. “What about condoms? Are you using condoms?” he interrupted our kiss again. Now we entered a touchy subject. “Of course” I lied. “I want to stay healty and I don’t know which filthy dick had entered you before.” “I never fuck raw on one night stands” he told me and he added that it was cool, that I also shared the same idea of protecting yourself while fucking around with strangers. Yeah…. right! I grabbed into my jeans pocket and fished a condom out. It was one of the condoms I have already prepared for events like these. “No, we will take one of mine” Jason insisted. I thought about making a fuss. It would be suspicious, if I wanted to use my condom and just my condom only. So I played along and nodded to the ‘safe-bitch-only’. He went to a drawer and retrieved several condoms. Different sizes, different flavors, different colors. What a sleazy cunt. From the outside he seemed so innocent and yet he had a full arsenal of condoms in all brands or sizes. I picked one that would fit me and put it on the table. “You are going to roll it onto my dick later, boy” I said, already knowing what to do with it. “Yes Sir” answered the sexy bitch bottom and snuggled closer to me to seal our lips again. Sexual healing can be so destructive. Little did he know….

Monday, Day 1 I waved goodbye to my wife as she drove off to spend two weeks with her sister at some spa. She does this quite often and I always end up enjoying myself when she does. First, just because it is healthy for couples to spend some time apart, but also because it lets me do some stuff I would rather she not know about. See, although I love my wife, and I consider myself straight, I have a secret: every now and then I login in to one of the gay sites, get out some lube and my poppers, strip down to a jock and search for guys to have phone sex with. I would edge myself for hours until I couldn’t hold back anymore. I know a lot of build up for something pretty tame but hey, we all have our quirks. Plus I figure it is the safest version of cheating on her I can do. I mean it isn’t like I am going to catch anything from my hand. After she left I went back inside the house and finished getting ready for work. Just as I was about to leave a kinky thought popped in my head and I ran upstairs. Stripping of my suit pants and boxer briefs I grabbed my jock from the drawer and slid into it. I love the way the black Bike jock framed my ass. My Polish, Irish mix looks great in black, the pale skin and dark black dense body hair just looks great. My cock gave a slight twitch at my kinky thought, but before I let it go too far I got dressed and headed out. All day while at work I felt that jock hugging my ass and the tight pouch pressing my cock and ball tight against my body. I ended up having to take a quick bathroom break more than once as I could feel the precum, which felt super slick, particularly when I was walking, dripping between my legs and over my ass. Finally the end of the day came and I started home from work. The constant stimulation all day made me really horny and all I could think about. I just wanted to get home strip down and find some guys for some phone edging. As I got home climbed out of my car, I saw my neighbor and waved hello. My wife and I are friendly enough with his husband and he, and we occasionally exchange invitations to parties. He and his husband moved in about three years ago and they are a sweet couple. As soon as I got inside I started ripping off my clothes off and throwing them everywhere. Fuck it, there was no one home but me to bitch, so I could do whatever I wanted. Stripped to my jock I made my way to the garage where we have a second fridge and (naturally) where I hide my poppers. I love the feel of walking around more or less naked. In addition, the garage just smells amazing. I felt a little self-conscious as I passed in front of several windows, but part of me was enough of an exhibitionist that I sort of liked the idea that I might be caught. In any event, when I reached the fridge I grabbed my Berlin XXX and, again a little self-conscious, I hesitated for only a moment before I twisted the cap and took a sniff, then another, and another, and yet another. A flush came over me so, of course, I took another deep breath. The slightly smell of the garage, gasoline and unfinished lumber, combined with my own body musk, overwhelmed me. By now the idea of being watched also made my cock twitch. Before I could change my mind I lay down on the dirty floor and started working my nipples. The popper rush flooded my senses, invoking a guttural moan. My hand wandered down, pulled aside the jock pouch, and took my cock to task. Seven uncut inches, possessing lots of foreskin, and dripping precum, stood straight up from my dense bush. With deep pleasure my hand began to jack myself. Each time I raised my arm I caught the scent of my pits, and a sense of deep satisfaction controlled me. This was what it was to be a man. I managed to grab the bottle and take another couple of hits, but never did I pause in pleasuring my cock. Fuck, it was so hot: mostly naked on the filthy garage floor, all the little manly smells, my ass on the cold concrete. Normally I would edge but I just wanted to shoot my load so bad,and after four more hits and I can’t help it: the sweat dripped off me as I fucked my hand. I ran my hand through my chest hair and start to lick the salty sweat mix. It tasted so good. I was getting closer and could feel myself reaching the point of no return. Just to push myself over the edge, I grabbed the bottle of poppers to take another hit when I heard a knock at the front door. Startled I immediately stop stroking, capped the bottle, shoved my dripping cock back in my jock strap, I cast about to hide the poppers, and settled on shoving them in the pouch next to my cock. Then, making my way to the front of the house, I grabbed some running shorts and a tank top from the laundry room, pulling them on within seconds, and opened the front door - a little sweaty, perhaps, but respectable. To my surprise, my my neighbor was standing on the stoop, dressed in some running gear. “Hey, I saw the wife leave and figured you might be lonely on your first day, so I figured to invite you out for a run with me and Tom. Gotta make sure you don’t end up with a Dad bod. Although looks like you might have already been working out. You look a bit flushed” I paniced a bit and without thinking just replied 'Sure', and asked what time he wanted to get together. "We usually run around 6:00 during the summer. We head from our development through the park at the end of the block, around the high school and then back. Takes about an hour and has a nice variation in terrain so you don’t get bored." I paused for a second, and without thinking shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The bottle move in my pouch and and involuntary 'Fuck' crossed my mind as it slid out of the leg of my shorts and hit the carpet. Thankfully if bounced behind the door and I don’t think he saw it. In any event, I confirmed I'd be over at 6:00 PM for a run and, upon closing the door, I fall against it, breathing heavily, completely relieved I had managed not to let on what I was doing. Then, taking a couple deep breathes to clear my lungs I headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Yeah, I know it's stupid to shower if one is going running, but I knew there was a ton of crap on my back that I had picked-up from the garage floor. Afterwards I got out of the shower, grabbed a fresh jock and clean running shorts, checked myself in the mirror and went downstairs for a light snack before heading over to the neighbors'. Monday Evening Having got myself squared away I put on my best face and headed next door, I love wearing running shorts. I tend to favor the short nylon kind, in black of course, with the built in underwear (I cut that part out seems superfluous since I always wear a jock) and my black under armour compression tank. Anyways I knocked on the door. Within seconds Tom's husband Mike opened the door. The two men are different as night and day. Tom is big and more built with dark hair somewhat like mine while Mike is a ginger with a slightly smaller build. The only thing they both have in common is the amount of body hair. Both are like me in that regard: all three of us have thick, dense chest hair and furry legs with dense pit hair. Mike was shirtless, but still wearing his dress trousers. “Hey, Tom said you were joining us. Come on in and take a seat. I just got home and need to change, but I'll be right down. If you want a drink or just to chat, Tom is out on the back deck.” I had never really been in their house before so just sort of walked in the general direction of the kitchen figuring their layout couldn’t be much different than mine. Tom was on the back deck drinking water and looking ready to go he was staring off into his yard, probably doing what I tend to do and imagine what little project to add next. I stepped out onto the patio and grabbed an offered water bottle from off the table. I did the usual look around thing and admired their backyard. A set of stairs led up to the second floor deck that must come off their bedroom. All in all it was a nice way to spend any evening. I unscrewed the water bottle and took a long drink and almost gagged, it had a weird taste to it and left a nasty after taste on my tongue. I sputtered a little and Tom turned around. “Whoops that one is for Mike not you, he like to add a special supplement to his to help him try and get bigger. But you might as well finish it off. I'll make Mike another. The other bottles don't have the supplements, so feel free to take one of those after you finish that one. But who knows? Maybe you will like the effects. He says it gives him lots of energy and that he can go for hours after just the one bottle.” Screwing up my face I figured what the hell and downed it quickly so as not to taste it that much. I then grabbed the other bottle and cracked it open take a big drink and getting the flavor out. Damn, I had no idea what he added to the water, but I could definitely feel the additives kicking in. I suddenly had lots of energy and was positively antsy to go for a run. Mike came down dressed in blue running gear to match mine and we were ready to go. Tom re-explained the course to me and we were off. I kept paces with them and after ten minutes a good sweat was dripping off my body. I seemed hyper aware of the way the compression tank was slightly rubbing my nipples. My cock started getting hard and I was glad I was wearing my jock. We had cleared the park and were circling around the high school heading back when they started picking up the pace. First Mike took the lead, then Tom. I found myself working hard to keep up and was doing a god job until we got back into the wooded area near the park. Sweat was really dripping off me now as I followed them through the woods, branches brushing my skin that seemed hyper aware, a steady dripping of precum leaking out of my cock. I could feel the precum as it joined the stream of sweat running down my legs. I was afraid I would lose them when we finally broke free and were back in the development heading back to their place. We reached the steps and I mostly collapsed panting like a dog, sweat plastering my body hair to me. Tom and Mike chuckled and went inside inviting me to come on in. I hesitated remarking "I'm covered with sweat." Mike laughed answering "So are we. Stop being stupid and take a load off your feet." “We are just gonna go grab a cool shower, there is another one in the guest room if you want to do the same and I am sure I can find some short for you to throw on. How about you stay for dinner, we are grilling tonight and well Mike makes the most amazing meat.” With that, Tom smiled at Mike, who blushed, and ran upstairs. With an offer like that how could I refuse? I made my way with them upstairs to the guest room where I found the second bath. Stripping off my sweaty clothes I prepared to get in the shower. I started by rubbing the soap first all over my chest and pits. Fuck, it felt good. My skin was still tingling from whatever was in that water. My cock was rock hard, so I almost involuntarily began a one-handed slow jack of my cock, as my other hand played with my soapy balls, and also tickled the area behind them, which naturally caused me gasp in pleasure. I began to wander and let my finger slide further right against my hole, making small circles around my hole. Involuntarily I found myself gasping lightly. Fuck, it was amazing. Lubing myself with some soap, I began playing with my hole in earnest. I was surprised with what ease my finger slid into my hole - first one, then a second, and finally a third. Forgetting my cock, I went to town on my hole, plunging my fingers in and out. I found mself struggling not to openly groan. Then - well, holy shit: a fourth finger slid into my hole. It felt amazing. Maneuvring carefully, I lay down on the floor of the tub and threw my legs up really pounding my hole. A knock on the door brought me out of my stupor. “You okay in there, neighbor?” asked Tom's somewhat muffled voice. Startled and very embarrassed about my actions I stammered out that I was fine just had a cramp and would be out in a second. Quickly washing up I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist to go out into the main room. I looked around and my running gear was gone but nothing was there to replace it. Assuming they had laid out clothing for me somewhere, I stepped into the hallway and approached the master bedroom, looking for my hosts. While I didn't see any clothing set aside for me, nor did I see my hosts, but I did see Mike’s blue jock cast on the floor. In any event I assumed it was his. On impulse I went over grabbed it and sniffed it. Fuck that smelled great, I rubbed my face all over it breathing deep. Hearing footsteps coming from right outside the door I panicked and tucked it under my towel. It was Mike. "Oh, yeah, sorry. You need some clothing. Just grab whatever you find out of the drawers on the right. Tom’s stuff should fit you.” With those instructions, he walked back down the hall. I'm not sure why I did so, but I slipped on his used jock. It was super tight on my butt, still it felt great. Checking out Tom's drawers, I found some basketball shorts and a tank appeared to be the right size, so I pulled the clothing on and went downstairs to hang out and wait for dinner.

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.

Part 1 I knew I was a sex addict when I was a teen. I needed cock and cum everywhere: in my ass, in my mouth, in my face. I liked daddies who would pull my hair, thrust their cocks down my throat, or fucked me mercilessly without respect. I was a shameless slut and considered whoring myself out, but I had bigger career aspirations for the future. Still, I always knew I had wanted to take it to the next level. One day, while I was cruising on A4A, a muscle daddy, 42 years old, 6'1", fit and tan, messaged me if I liked to parTy. His picture showed a rough, shaven face. I knew what parTying meant, and this was my chance to fulfill one of my darkest fantasies. I responded saying I would shower, clean-out, and be over in 40 minutes. I put on a tight black tank top, denim cutoffs, and boots and drove over to his place He opened the door almost immediately - I wasn't disappointed: ge was tall and muscular with pepper gray hair, was wearing a black tight half tank and ripped jeans. His feet were large and veiny, and showed off a flip flop tan. He gestured for me to enter, and led me to his room, introducing himself as Jason. On his table were bags of powder, dollar bills, a pizzo pipe, and some syringes. I brought a two blunts as well. "So you like to get fucked by older guys?" he asked as he sprinkled a couple crystals into the bowl of the pipe. "I like getting fucked by anyone," I purred, as he put the pipe to my lips and lit. He told me to wait until clouds of smoke began circling in the bowl, then to inhale slowly. I felt the chemicals rush into my lungs. It tasted good. "Yeah? You get around?" he grunted, taking a huge hit himself. Before I could respond, he grabbed my hair, pulled my face forward, and shotgunned the crystal into me. When my lips met his, I knew that there was no love-making or respect in this encounter; I was here to be used. He slurped at my lips and spat on me. "You slut," he whispered in my ear before putting the pipe to my mouth again. We took several more hits until we burnt through a whole gram between the two of us. "Show me your ass. Get on your back," he ordered. At this point, the drugs had hit me and my head was spinning. I felt relaxed. No, I felt filthy. I turned around and spread my legs, showing off my ass through my daisy dukes. "Mmm," he grunted. I looked back. His eyes twinkled with lust. He brushed his hands up and down my smooth legs, down to my feet, and pulled-off my boots. He massaged my legs and feet with one hand as he pulled out a credit card to draw lines of coke on a plate with his other, making six long lines. Then he rolled up a dollar bill and pulled me to the plate. "Take half of it," he said, pushing my head down to the plate. I put the dollar bill to the plate and cleanly snorted a line. "Another," he demanded. "Do it all at once." "Yes,sir," I said obediently, and I continued snorting. I felt the drip down my throat, and I instantly felt an astounding high. My ears were ringing, and I grew energetic and horny. I turned around again, and he ripped my cutoffs to show off my shaved asshole. "What a beautiful hole," he growled with thirst. "Look at that pussy." He ran a finger down my hole, which sent shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and felt my head spin; my whole body was hot, and I needed Jason's dick and cum as soon as possible. I needed him inside me, fucking me until I can't walk, impregnating me, breeding me. Jason pulled his dick out of his jeans, an impressive and thick 8" rod. He expertly made a line on his dick and handed me the rolled-up dollar. I leaned in and eagerly snorted the line from his dick. "Now let's see you put those party favors to good use," he said, prying my mouth open with his large mushroom head. I moaned ecstatically, having been waiting for this moment for so long. I opened my mouth eagerly and slurped on his head while licking his piss slit with my tongue. His already erect dick grew stiff as a rock in my mouth. I moved my mouth down, slurping his large shaft. He grabbed both sides of my head and thrust. His dick pierced my throat, and I let out of a muffled scream in protest. He ignored me and plowed into my throat again before I could prepare myself. I gagged and spluttered spit all over his dick and my face. It dripped down my chin as continued to fuck my throat. He then grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed leaving my head dangling over the foot of the bed. My head was in a warm haze from all the drugs. High as fuck, I opened my eyes wide and opened up my throat. My face was still covered in thick globs of saliva. He grinned sadistically as he snorted a line, then plunged his dick down my throat. I held onto his jeans as he fucked my throat until I could hardly feel my throat anymore. I gagged and spluttered, but my spit tricked down my hanging face, all over my eyes and nose. His dick tasted so good I didn't want him to stop. I loved his thick shaft around my lips as his head pierced my throat, and then tasting the precum on the head as he pulled out before thrusting again. To be continued in Part 2

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

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

Horny, a butt plug in and rubbing, a run. Bet he cums in his shorts before he gets half way through that run. LOL

It is only Tues. and I am hoping they keep up the 'tease' play until the weekend and then fuck his brains out. LOL

i'll be there for sure.

My 1st gangbang in a sauna in the UK was mind blowing,I'd fantasised about it for years & finally a friend told me about a sauna,that feeling of a group of guys stood around waiting to fuck u is unreal. After each guy shoots his seed in me & the next slides in is mind blowing & I got the gift from going there. I now visit every week if I can

I have had many group sex encounters at private sex parties and at the baths. However, I think I can only count 4 real gang bangs where I was the fresh meat to be pounded and ravaged. The best one was 5 years ago and arranged for me by a fuckbud who wanted to whore me out to his leather biker friends. (I had agreed to him being in charge, and I had no say in who fucked me. I was blindfolded throughout the GB.) He invited who he wanted and to me it was anonymous sex (although my master told me that I probably knew some of my fuckers). Over about 5 hours, I received more than 20 loads from about a dozen guys. Although the first couple of fucks were a little bit rough on me, I got broken in by the time the third guy entered me. I just enjoyed having one stud after another shove their hard cock up my ass. A few spit roasted me, while others played with tit clamps and/or felched loads out of mu asscunt. It's hard to explain but my ass was really pleasantly sore from all the attention. It felt best when a large, thick cock was stretching my hole, while another cock was in my mouth ready to sucked/cleaned. I thought I had died and gone to pig heaven. I enjoyed the other 3 gang bangs, too, but this first one was the best.

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

There is no such thing as no risk, but I think swallowing poz cum is pretty low on the totem pole. I've been to sex parties where I have sucked off poz guys any number of times. So long as I don't have any open sores or bleeding gums in my mouth, I think there is little risk of HIV being transmitted. Some guys I knew were poz, but a few waited until they were ready to blow their wad to announce that I was getting a mouthful of their poz seed. I must admit it was a turn on for me.

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 Work I arrived and work and tucked in behind my desk and started going about all the mundane tasks of my day. Every now and then though thoughts of my actions over the last 2 hours would pop in my head and I could feel my cock twitch against the rough sweat and cum soaked fabric of the stolen jock. The tight pouch holding my furry balls and cock close to my body, the coarse fibers rubbing ever so slightly as I shifted in my chair. Needless to say my mind wander a bit and but I got through it all. That is until lunch time came. I had run down to the local deli and just grabbed a salad and what not to eat at my desk. Might slight distraction had put me not technically behind but I tend to be an over achiever so anything less than above average make me feel like a failure. So sitting at my desk and realize I didn’t grab a drink to go with my lunch. Meh fuck it I had the water bottle I figured it wouldn’t be anything I couldn’t handle, beside I knew I wasn’t at home so I was sure I could control any urges that came along. I grabbed the water bottle from my bag and took a long swallow, it tasted bitter but it was kind of growing on me. That was how my lunch went until I realized I had drunk the whole bottle instead of just the half bottle I had meant to drink. The warm feeling swept over me and I tried to ignore it and just get back to work. I felt a sweat break out over me and worried I might get my jacket dirty so got up and draped it over the back of my chair. The pouch rubbing my cock and balls caused me to pause and enjoy the feeling. I sat back down and went back to work, it was now worse than in the morning. My thoughts kept thinking of how good it had feel to play with my hole and the taste of the jock and cum in my mouth. My tongue licked my lips and tasted the sweat forming on my upper lip and I moaned. My eyes flitted to the door to my office and back to my work. A thought popped in my head…..it was still during the lunch hour…..most of the staff was still out….it isn’t like I’ve never jerked off in my office before but that was just a quick tug behind my desk after a long day. Without knowing how I had done it I was already at my door turning the lock. In a daze I turned around and glanced around my office, my gaze hooded and hungry. My eyes fell on the water bottle, empty and sitting in the trash. I quickly unbuckled and pull down my pants and underwear leaving the jock on I grabbed the bottle and kneeled on the floor. I position my ass right over the bottle cap and rocked down on it. Fuck it felt amazing. Even though I couldn’t get it that far in just the cap popping in and out of my hole turn me on. I was bouncing on it and rubbing the rough crusted jock against me. I quickly pulled it aside and started jerking. Twisting my nipples while bouncing I felt the orgasm cumming on me quickly, and before I knew it cum erupted, I shot 5 times and sagged back on my heels, my full weight settled on the bottle and with a surprise yelp it slipped into me. I saw stars and my breathing quickened. I pants as I adjusted to the invasion. Looking down I could see the cum splattered all over my floor. Instantly I was on my hands, my tongue licking the dirty rough carpet sucking up all my jizz. The water bottle popped out and hit the floor just as I finished licking up the last drops of my cum. I quickly rearranged myself sorted my office out and went back to work all the happier. My thought still drifted but I was able to make it through the end of the work day and head home. As I was driving home a thought occurred to me and I made now necessary detour. Parking in the stores lot I got out and walked in….

Previously... “Ungh… oh fuck it… alright. We’ll both film this on our phones. Send it to whatever storage you have. But it’s fucking game-over for both of us if either of these leak. And if you even think about editing the footage to doctor yourself out, I know a tonne of people who can reverse it, so don’t even think of double crossing me ya lil spide.” “As do I” I countered, jacking him harder. I noticed the angrier he got, the harder he got and the less his elocution showed. There was a steely Belfast accent under all the softer tones. He was showing his roots. His cock was pulsing in my hand now. I used his flowing precum to gently start massaging his cockhead directly. He held out his hand to stop me, biting his lip. Too sensitive or too close I guess. Then taking my hand away from his cock, he shook it, glaring at me with a weird mix of respect and loathing. “To mutually assured destruction?” I grinned as I took my hand back and keeping eye contact with him, I licked a drop of precum from my thumb. “To mutually assured destruction!” Right so... Breaking eye contact I went and set up my phone. Simon got me to angle it away from the bathroom door, should Iain stumble back through. Once recording, Simon brought me over to lean over the lines of MDMA in doggy style. My bent-over arse was in the foreground of both phones. He faced the cameras and said “lets put on a show”. Looking at the footage later it was clear Simon had a lot of experience in making home videos. He knew the best positions and angles and even played to the audience a bit. In describing what followed I’m remembering more from watching the film clip than from memory (also later I smoked a fuck-tonne of weed so that department got a bit hazy). The video begins with a close-up shot of my half-on trackies and navy jock-strap’s waistband, with a bit of builder’s cleavage in between and Simon’s beautiful face on the same level. He looked back into the cameras and licked his lips and started massaging my covered arse. Then gathering some material in each hand and slowly tugging it, inching it down, he exposed my pale ass cheeks. He pulled them apart to show my shaved pink hole for a second and then, turning to speak into my camera, he said “nice arse Mike” and then brought his hand down for a violent ringing slap. “What the fuck?” I shouted. “What you can’t handle a little punishment? You sure seem to be able to dish it but not take it.” He laughed and started to massage my ass in circular motions, working both hands out and stretching my cheeks so my “rosebud” was visible, and then squeezing them back together again and kissing my bulging cheeks. Massage out, stretch, massage in, kiss, or lick, or nibble, or once even motorboat. I relaxed into the massage and started moving in-sync with his motions. This massaging motion grew slowly more forceful, his strong hands grabbing my ass-cheeks and squashing them back together. Then he changed it up to the order of “massage out, spit on my hole, massage in, spank”. Not as painful as the first spank but slightly tingly and building in intensity. On camera he’d turn with an eyebrow raised before turning back to spit on me. While this was taking place I remember drifting off by trying to remember if I ate anything since the chilli-fries at the rugby match. Would I be clean enough to get fucked? Would he want to fuck me bare? I hadn’t said I wanted condoms either. Simon whacked me out of this reverie though with a well-timed smack to my right cheek. Then my left. Then straight across my asshole. What the fuck? He slapped my fuckin hole! You don’t slap someone there, not if you want it to open up? It stung like a motherfucker! “Simon seriously lay off the spanking!” “Get into it Mike. You asked for me and I play rough. Was that too much for you? How about this?” Simon then massaged outwards and ran an extended finger to make a circle around my newly tingling spit-drenched hole. I was tense and worried that he’d immediately try and finger-fuck me, and yet all the sensation from my prostate and sphincter and everywhere between was pushing toward his hands, almost willing him to make them his. But he kept on with that wonderful circular motion he was making with the pads of his fingers. I gripped the table edge and imagined the MDMA in my blood coursing up towards Simon’s manual attentions. All my awareness was through my ass now. I could almost feel his thumb’s fingerprint ridges and whorls as he worked his spit-slime over my pucker’s pink entrance. It was a salve against the soreness and I felt my knees buckle as he added his tongue. On camera Simon held me at just the right angle to show as much rimming as possible, but the parts that made me moan like a little bitch was when he abandoned his careful licking to dive deep into my gash and fuck his tongue and jaw into me. On camera all you saw was the back of his head and neck tensing as he let my hole have it. First the tip of his tongue, then the main part of the tongue pushing in and down to the root of it, then lapping all the way back up to the tip, and repeating. This was working wonders against my tight knot of muscle, which increasingly was loosening and letting him up inside. As his tongue worked me open I was worried for a second that I may have some… residue – fuck it – call it like it is – shit, but if there was anything up there Si never stopped or broke his pace for a moment. He fucking loved my hole. Just lapping away like a dog for ages. Looking back at the recording of us, of him grabbing my ass cheeks in both hands, making circular motions and exposing my pink hole, I noticed how much in the beginning it looked like a bad porn, where the actors are too conscious of the camera and constantly sneaking little glances back at it. It was weird to see how much how I played to my camera – checking my position, arching my back here, double-checking with the image on the phone. I guess porn directors edit out this kind of behaviour all the time. Simon was the same early on, as he was massaging and spitting on me, he pulled back for a sec, winked at the phones, then spanked me hard and so on. However this awareness of the cameras changed the more he rimmed me. We both stopped checking to see what we looked like and just went for it. His tongue on my hole. His breath on my skin. His manicured lawyer hands grabbing a fistful of each ass-cheek and leaving red finger-trails. Spit dripping down my crack in little rivulets to the front pouch of my jockstrap. Simon once more smacking down painfully. This smack signalled the replacement of his tongue with two fingers. Simon started to work his circular motion deeper now, while conversely giving lighter gentler spankings on my rosy backside. “Oh yeah that type of spanking is perfect, yeah, spank me again Si”. He obliged. His spanking became more frequent, never hitting the same place twice. He deftly fit his two fingers now two knuckles deep… “Oh fuck yeah. Make my arse red Si. This is the way I like it” On the video Simon went all out, smacking my arse, watching my ass get redder and redder from overlapping handprints. Meanwhile the unspanking hand fingerfucked my hole, stretching and widening my pink pucker. After I was a glowing red all over, he went back to gently massaging me. The feeling of sensation from his hand rubbing over my tender cheeks was exquisite. Pure pleasure tinged with sharp needle pricks of pain. I felt an emptiness as Simon pulled his digits out of me, then hearing him ask the cameras (not me?), “do you like this?”, he started rubbing his cock against my back entrance. The hooded 7” was teasing me, pushing against to almost the point of slipping in, and then rubbing up or down my crack. Simon dripped lube all over his cock and my hole and teased me. Moving up, almost in, and over. Each time he almost pushed in, I wanted to shout out “stop!” - I wasn’t ready to bareback. But the cock felt so good, there, lubed up, making a slick cunty channel in my ass-cheeks. Up, almost in, and over…Yet I was surprised I hadn’t said anything. As I purred with pleasure as his cock made another pass at my “hole-in-one”, it started to dawn on me that I didn’t actually want him to put a condom on. Somewhere deep inside me I was thrilled by the thought of bareback sex with this high-flying lawyer. Up, almost in, and over… As if when he shoved it in, he would rub off some of his success on me. Claim me. Turn me to gold with his Midas cock. The motion stuttered for a moment and I looked back to see Simon leaning back to angle the phones a little toward my head. Catching my eye coldly, he grunted “Mike now’s the time to choose whether to fuck off back to your mundane little life or not. You’ll of course leave the stash here for free and I’ll keep close tabs on ya, or …,” and with this he thrust against me, his cockhead starting to edge ever further into my hole… his steely expression not betraying a hint of pleasure from him… his pre-cummy head start to push past my hole bare… “Or you do those two lines for the camera”. He held up his phone, “say cheese, big boy!” “Cheese” I snorted the two lines, and his cock slammed into me.

Oh my fucking God! You're "edging us" with this story! How clever. The vary thing our main character could not do, you are doing to us readers! You know...it works! I'd much rather have the slower build up with just enough to keep our cocks leaking precum up to our knees. Example? A fucking tennis racket! Really? Too hot!!

Monday Dinner Dinner was soon served and I dug in. Somehow that jog had made me extremely hungry. I tucked in like it was my last meal. “So, Tom mentioned you drank my water by mistake before the run. How did you like the supplements?” I blushed slightly thinking about what had happened in the shower and nodded. “Seems like they work pretty well, definitely made me run a bit faster, and sweat a ton more than usual." “Yeah Tom loves when I use 'em, saying we get a much better workout. Only issue is they tend to make you fucking horny as all hell so we usually fuck like rabbits when we get home.” I nearly choked on the wine I was sipping, sputtering and trying to catch my breath. Tom gave Mike an unspoken reprimand, although it was accompanied with a smile. “ It is true something about all that sweat on my man and of course how hungry those things make his hole, just makes me want to fuck his brains out. I'm actually getting hard just thinking about it. Want some more wine?” Without waiting for my response Tom half stood to top me off. I couldn’t help but look and see his half hard cock outlined in the shorts he was wearing. My eye glued to his bulge I watched it give a noticeable twitch before he sat back down. Mike leaned in close to my ears asking me if I liked the view. So caught off guard was I that I dropped my fork and gave a startled yelp. Before thinking about it I reached down to pick it up and felt the borrowed shorts slip down a bit. I heard a slight chuckle from Mike as I straightened up and resumed eating our meal. The conversation went back to a more normal topic after that: lawn care and what not, which movies are out. So, the rest of dinner passed with no more surprises and I was about to go home when Mike asked if I wanted to accompany them the next day for another run. “Ill even make you some of my supplements to use. In fact, here, take these two bottles I already prepared. I usually take one at night again and then one in the morning and the third just before I go for a run. Since you are just starting it I would wait and just take one in the morning.” "Thanks," I said as I left, extending my goodbyes to Tom and Mike. On the way home I thought about the two water bottle and my shower earlier, and as I walked into the house I thought about Mike’s instructions and said to myself 'Fuck it. I can handle whatever he is doing', and before I could think twice I downed one of the bottles. The same bitter taste assaulted my tongue and I grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge to get rid of it. Fuck that tasted good. Then I remembered my earlier plans and my cock got hard. Remembering hot it was before I walked into the garage. It was night and the only light was from the security flood lights form Tom and Mike’s house. Stripping off the borrowed clothing, I stood there in Mike’s sweat blue jock. Suddenly a rush of sweat broke out over my body and my hands moved on their own, twisting and pulling my nipples, rubbing the front of the jock. On instinct I stepped out of the jock and poured some poppers into the pouch, bringing it to my nose it smelled amazing, fresh sweat and poppers, fuck my cock was rock hard. I lay on the floor and started to work my hand up and down the shaft. Leaving the jock draped across my face the smell of seat and poppers making me moan. My left hand drifted and move towards my ass. Sweat started pouring from my body and I took another hit from the popper bottle, and another, and another six hits and I was moaning. The smells and sensations, the dirt and grit digging into my back my finger inched toward my hole and I surrendered to the feelings. Plunging three fingers in, I moaned and writhed in pleasure. The jock slipped in my mouth and I taste the balls sweat. Sucking on it like a baby I drank his the salt mix. My finger moved furiously in my ass, again a fourth was added with little resists. Fuck I wanted more, looking around the garage I was in a haze, my eye fell on my wife’s tennis racket and a sick thought entered my mind. Not caring I grabbed it and slathering it with the precum leaking form my as and the worked it in. Fuck it felt great. I ended up with my feet on the window sill to get the angle right and started fucking my ass with her racket, moaning and jerking my cock, sweat dripping down me I started to get closer and closer. Fuck this felt so good I never wanted to stop, my hand became a blur and all thought of edging left my mind as the orgasm came upon me. Volleys of cum shot from my cock, landing on my face and chest, eight shots in total. My body went slack, the jock covering my face was spotted with my cum and before I knew it I was shoving it in my mouth adding the taste my own jizz to the mélange of sweat and ass. Shuddering I remove the tennis racket from my ass and dragged myself out of the garage and upstairs. I got in the shower to rinse of and felt my sore ass, sticking a finger in my hole I hissed in combined pleasure and pain as I thought to myself 'Damn I hope I haven't done any damage'. Exhausted I dragged myself to bed and fell dead asleep until the alarm clock went off.

So this literally just happened and I have to post it so I can come back to it later. A few months ago one of my fuckbuds who is on-again-off-again bare and I got together with another of my bare only buds and ended up DP'ng me for the first time. I have learned something since that time. Before when setting up threeways it was a huge pain in the ass. I feel like most of the time I was finding the third and my buds weren't hitting the right guys or just didn't put the same effort into it. Now it's different. I've been DP'd a few times since then, and most of the time its my other buds suggesting the third. Word is out, there's a bottom that can get DP'd "successfully" as one of the tops today said. Last night I was chatting with my BB? bud and we talked about a group with a hung top that has recently DP'd me as well. Unfortunately he wasn't on last night (it was 3AM after all) and we decided not to play and try for today. When I get up there's a message from my bud. We chat and I'm not sure if I have enough time to play, but then he says he has a guy interested, but it's a new guy. He sends me the guys pics and he looks good, I say lets do it. I decide to check out this guys profile since I wasn't sure what to expect. When I pull up the profile I see he has that he only plays safe, no mention of PrEP. Since my other bud swings both ways I figure that condom(s) will be used and lube up as best I can. Maybe I'll get one bare cock. Maybe if we DP with the condoms and my favorite lube the condoms will just shred. When the boys get here I'm thrilled that the other guy is way sexier than his pictures. After the niceties we all start making out in the threeway kiss. I open up New Top's pants and he's rock hard with a nice uncut 8" cock. I pull BB?s pants off and he needs a little coaxing, but after a couple seconds of oral he's rock hard too. His cock isn't as long, but it's definitely fatter than New Top's cock. I start licking on New Top's cock and deepthroat it. He's got a little smegma, and a lot of pre-cum. Everyone sucks everyone else at some point. Can be fucking hot to do oral only sometimes, but today is not the day. 20 minutes in I bend over to suck New Top and have my ass up for BB? to play with and he rubs his cock on my hole but never slips in. We decide to move to the bedroom and resume our previous positions. BB? slides in and YES he's bare! New Top doesn't say anything so I think he's at least cool with watching a BB fuck. After a few minutes BB? gives up my hole so that New Top can slide in. New Top grabs some lube, and slathers it on that uncut beauty and then just slides right in BARE! Fuck yean, both boys that say "safe" have been in me bare as it should be. The fun really gets going and we fuck in every position for an hour. BB? asks about trying the DP and that is when I realized I now have a group of tops pimping my ass out for some DP. Feels dirty, feels slutty, and it's the best feeling ever! New Top isn't familiar with all the mechanics, and after a few mishaps we get him to lie back and I plunge down. I take a huge hit of poppers knowing that BB? is going to add his thick cock to my hole. He slides in and it fucking hurts so good! Did I say slide in? He shoved his dick in! We fuck like this for what seems like forever when he slides out but can't get back in. He grabs a huge wad of lube and gets his cock lubed up more, I take another hit and this time he gets in and even deeper than before! This last time in after a few minutes he just stops fucking. He's been driving the DP since he's on my and I'm on New Top. He says he's not ready yet, and I know he's close. It's what you came to do BB? do it! I'm having none of this and even though when I get DP'd I let the tops run the show I decide I need to take matters into my own hole. I start gyrating my hips just enough that he gets some friction on his dick. I also clamp down, not too hard with two dicks in your ass, knowing how much he loves that. He then starts pounding saying he's going to shoot and starts screaming when he shoots! New Top then starts to pound more with BB? still in me, and then he also shoots load number two in my ass. Love when I get a new BB fuck bud. My ass is happy right now as their loads dribble out. Fuck!

I think when a bottom sends a top a message like that, it's his way of saying "I'm not that into you but you can increase your chances if you bring in more dicks." He's either too lazy (or unable) to get the guys himself. If you were crazy enough to organize it for him, what would you do if he flakes? The best answer to that type of selfish prick would be: "I changed my mind. I found someone else in the meantime. You are welcome to try again some other time." That oughta teach him. LOL.

It's been a while since my last story but I've had this one on the back burner for a while.... I’d like to tell you all a story. As some of you will know from my previous posts I’m a nasty fucker but recently I started to notice the missing of something in my life. Well I was on scruff one day when I got a match with a very hot guy not too far away. Thinking what the hell I wolfed him and unlocked my pics. Soon we were chatting discussing fantasies etc. Turned out he was into pup play, something I’d been intrigued by for some time. What was better was he was also into partying! Well having just got some really good T and G I decided what the hell, booked a hotel in his city and got on a train, instructing him to meet me at the station when I got there. The train journey seemed to last forever, God I wish I drove, but soon I had arrived. I won’t say the name of the city except it’s in the north of England. As instructed he was awaiting me on the platform and looked even hotter than his photos. I was going to enjoy this! Soon we had arrived at the hotel, after having made small talk during the taxi ride there. As soon as we got into the room he was straight onto me kissing me hard. Now I’m 95%top so I’m not used to the other guy making the first move but this was hot. We stripped and prepared our rigs,.35 for him and .30 for me as I’m still new to slamming and a nice dose of G for both of us. Now one thing I can’t yet do is slam myself so I entrusted this to him, making sure to first of all take my kemagra tab. When the rush hit I felt amazing. Soon I had my dick buried in his throat facefucking him hard. “Up” I commanded pointing to the bed, “present”, he got on all 4s and soon I was rimming him hard, listening to him moan like a batch on heat. “you want sirs bone? “ I asked. He gave a soft bark and I slid my dick in in one go, God he was tight! Soon I was pounding him hard, he continued to moan and groan. Soon he was getting too noisy so I rimmed one of my sweaty socks in his mouth whilst I pinned his arms behind his back. All too soon I could feel my balls getting ready for release. “Do you want sirs Cum in your ass pup? Sirs nasty POZ, Toxic load?”. Now up until this point. I had not discussed my status but then again he had not asked. Turning his head he looked back at me with a yearning pleading look in his eyes and nodded. That’s all it took, soon I was Cummings in him hard forcing my Cum deep into him. “Take my POZ Cum pup, I own you now, your mine”. As I said this I maintained eye contact. He shivered slightly but then started milking my dick with his ass muscles. I reached forward, having released his arms and gave him a long hard kiss. I had just staked my claim to my 1st pup. The first of many. You see it had long been an idea of mine to have a permanent pack of human pups, all mine, all pozzed by me. Let the fun begin.

By this point Pup had already administered his own slam. I stared into his dilated pupils in disbelief. How could he possibly have known? I’d never told anyone, ever. “I asked you a question, boy.” “Umm, I… Yes Pup.” “Good boy. You’re going to be my cum dump for the weekend. This is what you really wanted all along, isn’t it boy?” “Yes Pup.” “No questions about status?” “Just one Pup. You’re not really undetectable, are you?” “Fuck no, boy. I’m toxic. I’ve been off of my meds for months. I dumped my toxic cum in you last night, and I’m about to do it again.” “God yes, Pup.” “Good boy. This is going to be a weekend of firsts for you. You’re about to take my fist, I promised that you that. But I have other plans for you this weekend. You should just assume anyone that fucks you this weekend is poz. Get in the sling, boy.” I climbed into the sling and he started fucking me before dumping his load in my hole. Noticing my dick had gone soft after the slam he pulled out a couple other syringes. He then explained, “This is Trimix boy, it will help counteract the meth and help you stay hard.” And with that he swabbed my dick with an alcohol pad and injected it quickly. “Keep rubbing the alcohol pad on it”, he ordered. He then administered Trimix to his own dick, which sprang to life immediately even though he’d just cum. It took a couple minutes but finally my dick was hard again. Once he saw this he took out his K-Lube mixture and started working it into my hole, and in no time his hand popped into my hole. I was in ecstasy as he worked his cum deeper into my hole, but he had other plans that didn’t include fisting. He slowly withdrew his fist from my hole and explained. “You’re nothing but a dirty cum dump chem whore now. But I have a few more things to introduce you to.” He handed me a bottle of juice and ordered me to take a mouthful of it and hold it in my mouth, then he had me tip my head back as he added another liquid to it. “Swallow it, fast”, he ordered. I swallowed the now bitter tasting juice in one gulp. “That’s G boy, we’re going to add some swirl to your slam.” He had me lay back in the sling as he invited one of his friends over to try out his new fuck toy. Little did I know they’d already coordinated this before my slam, he was just waiting until I was more agreeable. His friend arrived and Pup offered him my ass. For the next several hours the three of us fucked, sucked and jerked each other off until it was night. Hours had passed that seemed like minutes. By now it was early Saturday morning, and his friend needed to leave. We said our goodbyes and once he was gone Pup asked me how I felt. “I feel amazing Pup. I can’t believe I’m still wide awake.” “You want another slam, boy? I have something else for you to try.” “Hell yes Pup” He flashed me a devilish grin and he had me help him gather the supplies to prepare two more slams and two more trimix shots. I told him I wanted to try a bit more this time, so he prepared a .25 for me, and a .5 for himself. He decided to administer the Trimix first this time. Once this was done he put the tourniquet on my arm to administer my slam, but held back. “Do you want a bloodslam, boy?” My mind was racing. I had come down enough from my first slam that I was fully aware of what was happening, but in that moment I wanted nothing more than to be like this man. He’d made it his mission to corrupt me, and I was loving every minute of it. “Fuck Yes Pup.” “You understand this will almost certainly infect you?” “I know, Pup.” “I’m so fucking proud of you. You’re going to have my poz blood running through your veins. Just so you know, I’m O-, so you won’t have a bad reaction to it.” And with that my needle made a detour to his arm, and I watched the syringe fill with his blood. He pulled the needle out of his arm and licked away the blood that escaped from the injection site. This was hotter than anything I’d ever read about on BZ, and I was living it. He swabbed my arm with alcohol, then inserted it into my vein. “This is it boy, your life is about to change.” And with that he emptied the syringe into my arm. Just like last time I felt the cold rush through my body and I felt amazing. “Lay back boy, just enjoy the feeling”, he ordered as he administered his own slam. We laid around just enjoying each other’s bodies for a while, but then he ordered me to open my mouth. He dropped a small square into my mouth and told me to hold it under my tongue. “What is this?”, I asked. Before this weekend the strongest thing I’d ever done was marijuana, all of this was new to me. “It’s Acid, boy. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.” Pup began playing video games, randomly asking me if I was seeing anything strange. For a long time I didn’t feel anything, but Pup blindfolded me and told me to just lay back and relax. Suddenly it hit me and I felt like I was going to get sick. Pup rushed me to the bathroom, and sat me on the toilet, still blindfolded. When he pulled off the blindfold he was standing in front of me in his pup mask and pup gear. In that moment flying high on Meth and Acid I was convinced he’d transformed into an actual pup, but I was happy to see him. “Are you going to get sick, boy?” “I don’t think so, Pup.” “Then come back into my room” I laid on his bed while he continued to play video games. In that moment I was connected to everyone and everything, and I felt like we’d been transported into the video game. It was a good trip, and I was happy. As the sun came up he turned his game off. “Do you need to sleep, boy?” “Yes Sir. Sorry, I mean Yes Pup.” “You can call me Sir now. Do you know what earned you the right to call me Sir?” “The bloodslam?” “You’re damn right boy, you belong to me now.” And with that he retrieved some sleeping pills and gave them to me to take along with some Gatorade, which I swallowed down quickly. “Get some sleep boy, I’m not done with you yet.” To be continued (Probably next week, I'll be at IML this weekend)...

Previously… “Are you inviting me to your party Simon?” “Well that depends Mike. This invite is for Newry9inches. But it definitely doesn’t extend to Mike McAllister, Irish Sun journalist. What do you think?” Right so… Fuck me! My mouth was gaping open as Simon stared at me waiting for a response. He chuckled and helped Iain up off the floor. Iain picked himself up and shuffled off the en-suite again. It was just me and Simon now. I still hadn’t said a word. I was in shock. Simon obviously was very good at doing his homework, and my journalist mind was immediately trying to make the connections. How had he figured out who I was? He could barely remember my name a minute ago! I don’t have my photo in the paper (it’s bad business for most tabloid journos) and I had just made up the name “Newry9Inches”. Simon walked over to the pile of MDMA and started carding up more lines. As I took in his very economical way of crushing the powder and splitting up the lines – 3 motions per line, I mumbled, “I’m happy to be anonymous”. Simon looked up at that and smiled. God, those dimples! He beckoned me over to the table with the rolled up twenty pound note… …while with his other hand he pulled out a massive black dildo from under the table. “Right Newry, here’s the thing – I don’t want you to be anonymous, cause the people downstairs won’t anonymous to you. I need you to tip the scales here a bit. I’m gonna ask you to do two lines of MDMA here in front of me, fully naked and take some punishment from Hugo here (he nodded at the dildo), and I’m gonna film it. And then I’ll hold on to it for insurance and that way we can be sure you won’t make another hack-piece on either me or any of my guests.” All my wonderful fantasies had suddenly evaporated. Suddenly I didn’t care about the house-party below anymore. The idea of someone holding blackmail footage of me wasn’t an instant boner-killer. I mean, it would be nice to fuck all the wonderful studs I’d spent my gay life getting rejections from online. If only just cause I didn’t fit their strict criteria of being wealthy enough to have a private trainer and was still able to fuck with the best of them… Anyways what the fuck was Simon saying about a hack-piece? Who did he know? “What’re are ya on about Si? What’s this about hack-pieces?” Simon chuckled his deep baritone and replied “you’ll have to give me some quid pro quo before I answer that Newry” and proffered the rolled up twenty. He continued, “aren’t you curious to find out what goes on here? To get an all-access pass? You don’t think I don’t know that there’re rumours out there about me. It’s fuckin Belfast! Don’t you want to see which ones are true?” I squeezed my gritty nose and tried to focus on what he was telling me, however the amount of MDMA that was in my system was making it difficult. All it wanted to tell me was how life can be a torrent of ease and agreeability and to lean back and stroke the soft bed spread… Not the best drug to be high on right now. I thought to myself, “I shouldn’t be making these decisions” and then countered with “but wouldn’t it be lovely to see how this “half” lives and who knows, maybe they’ll accept me?”. Back and forth my inner voice went…. “Fucking get a hold of yourself Mike, you’re high as a fucking kite right now”. I pulled up my jockstrap over my cock again and looked for my tracksuit bottoms. “Simon wouldn’t do anything with the tape, we’re fuck buddies now…” I absentmindedly stroked my swollen cock trapped again by the jockstrap pouch. “Con warned you about him, remember ugly Eoghan”. I found my trackie bottoms, and was trying to slip them up… “…aw but I haven’t even cum yet” I looked over longing at the bathroom door where a solid rugby player I’d been fucking was currently soaping himself up again. …till eventually… “Simon, I’ll let you film me snorting the MDMA…” …deep breath… “…but with some provisos”. I reached out and started stroking his cock. “No dildo. We’ll use your cock instead. And you’re in the shot. And I get a copy” Simon laughed and retorted. “I don’t think you understand who has the upper hand here Mike” I glanced down at his hardening cock in my hand and laughed back at him. “I know perfectly well Simon. After all I’ve a time-honoured way of adding a little journalistic precaution. When I got to your address, I put in a phone message for my office number, detailing where I was going, and my ideas of who was gonna be there. If anything “untoward” should happen me Simon, that’s the first place my colleagues will look.” I stared him down while continuing to jack him harder. His stare was intense and calculating – no dimples now. I could almost see the grudging admiration build in him, and it wasn’t the only thing that was building. His cock was rigid in my hand now. I continued to jack him, faster, his soft tanned foreskin moving smooth over his glistening cockhead. Was that more precum oozing out now? “Ungh… oh fuck it… alright. We’ll both film this on our phones. Send it to whatever storage you have. But it’s fucking game-over for both of us if either of these leak. And if you even think about editing the footage to doctor yourself out, I know a tonne of people who can reverse it, so don’t even think of double crossing me ya lil spide.” “As do I” I countered, jacking him harder. I noticed the angrier he got, the harder he got and the less his elocution showed. There was a steely Belfast accent under all the softer tones. He was showing his roots. His cock was pulsing in my hand now. I used his flowing precum to gently start massaging his cockhead directly. He held out his hand to stop me, biting his lip. Too sensitive or too close I guess. Then taking my hand away from his cock, he shook it, glaring at me with a weird mix of respect and loathing. “To mutually assured destruction?” I grinned as I took my hand back and keeping eye contact with him, I licked a drop of precum from my thumb. “To mutually assured destruction!” Just a short update this time. Will post more soon

My first time was also my first time getting fucked. 18 and just moved to the 'big city' to study. Coming from a small town with no gay experience at all but craving cock. Finally found the nerve to go to a sex shop with the intention to buy a gay magazine. Nervous as fuck. Only two customers who were about to leave. I hid in the aisles. Saw they had video booths. I had never seen a gay video before. Waited until the two customers had left and then asked to see a video. Just picked a vid, can't even remember what it was. Guy pointed to a booth. 10 minutes into the vid (I was hard as a rock watching it and jerking) the door opened and the guy stepped in. I remember him clearly. Early 30s, black hair with moustache. Didn't say a thing, grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times. Then made me stand up and slid my shorts down to my ankles. Made me suck his dick. Then turned me around, spit and fingered my hole. Thought I would explode. And then pushed his cock in. I came the second he was in balls deep. Fucked me for about 10 minutes, made me cum again. Blasted his load in my ass and then left. He did not charge me for the video. On my way out he said he worked every Tuesday and Thursday night. When I left he unlocked the door and switched the sign from Closed to Open, winked and closed the door behind me. I went back many times when he was working until I discovered the cruising park (and even then went back when it was quiet in the park and the shop was still open when he worked). Same routine every time. He picked a video, pointed me to a booth, waited until other customers were gone, closed the shop and fucked me, then re-opened the shop when I left. I'll never forget him.

this is so hot. took many loads , mostly from tourists in the living room while the bf is asleep, just close the bedroom door... but we have no living room door

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

I hadn't really planned on this, but I thought everyone would enjoy more of Carlos and Darren... ________________________ Chapter 7 “Okay, open up the hangar, the jet in coming in for a landing,” said Carlos in a sing-song voice. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I was sitting with him wrapped around me on the bed, and he was trying to get me to eat my bagel. “You gotta eat something, sweetie. You’ll feel better if you do, trust me.” I heaved another sigh and grudgingly opened my mouth and took a bite out of the bagel. The minute the combined smoky taste of the salmon mixed with the slightly tart flavor of the cream cheese and the silky texture hit my tongue, I was ravenous. I chewed and swallowed. “Okay, you win. I’m hungry, I’ll eat.” “Good boy,” he said, and held up the bagel to my mouth. I reached for it, and he snatched it away, holding it above his head out of my reach. “Hey!” I said. “Let me feed you,” he murmured against my ear. “I feel silly.” “Good, you need to relax and let me take care of everything, okay? And I think it’s fun to feed you the way I do my nephews back home.” “Where is home?” I asked after I’d taken another bite of bagel, chewed and swallowed. “Argentina,” he said with a thoroughly authentic accent. “I was born in the USA, so I’m a citizen. My dad’s job brought him here for a year, just before Mom was set to deliver. I ended up living here most of my life, but I go back and visit a lot.” I reached for the orange juice, but he easily pinned my arm to my side, picked it up, and held the straw to my lips. “Suck,” he said, and I could feel his dick jump against me. I took a sip, and then he said “And if you’re a real good boy and finish all your breakfast, then I’ll give you some lechada de semen for dessert.” “Ha-ha,” I said. Carlos nuzzled the side of my neck. “You know Spanish?” “I’ve picked up a word or two growing up, and you used a version of one of them.” “Where are you from?” “New York.” “What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere? New York would be an awesome place to live, and there are so many schools to choose from.” “My parents wanted me to go someplace safer, so they wouldn’t have to worry about me. That worked out really well, didn’t it?” Carlos was silent, and then kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry.” “I’ll enjoy saying ‘I told you so’ to them.” He laughed and gave me a hug. “Okay, gotta finish your juice, your sandwich and all the coffee.” It was comforting to be with Carlos, to have him petting and pampering me. Oh well, if Mike decided he didn’t want me as his “consort” anymore, Carlos would probably be happy to be with me. My eyes stung; it was fortunate that I wasn’t facing Carlos. I liked him, but it just wasn’t the same as it was with Mike. What was I going to do? The situation was insane. Mike had been the one to seduce me, get my guard down and deliver me to that beastly initiation last night. And here I was, pining for him, wishing that he was feeding me breakfast and making bad puns about milk and semen and food. When I’d finished the rest of my breakfast (Carlos insisted on feeding me every bit) he said, “Okay, buen chico, it’s time for dessert.” He shifted so that my back was to him and wrapped his legs around and arms around me, and started planting soft little kisses on the side of my neck. I leaned back into him so that he had better access to the sensitive skin, and shivered and squirmed a little at the gentle, teasing touch of his lips. “You’re fidgeting again,” he whispered, and tightened his hold on me. He was starting to sprout a hard-on – I could feel it against my lower back. “It gets me really hard when you do that, and you make those little noises in your throat.” I twisted around to look at him. “What little noises?” He grinned at me. “Hot, you’re so into it you don’t even realize what you sound like.” He demonstrated some little gasps and moans. “Ugh, how embarrassing,” I said. “It’s cute. Like you.” He kissed my shoulder. “You have the softest skin. And you’re just the right size, you feel so good in my arms, baby. Let me make love to you again. It’ll cheer you up.” I froze. “What makes you think I need cheering up?” “I know you’re upset. It’s a lot to take in all at once.” Underneath the macho posturing and slightly goofy sense of humor, Carlos was a sensitive, perceptive romantic. If I hadn’t met Mike, I would have been thrilled to be with him. “You think too much,” he breathed against my ear. “Stop thinking and just feel…” He turned my head and touched his lips to mine. It was an awkward angle, but it made my heart skip a beat. He eased me back over one of his massive thighs, and soon was on top of me, without having ever broken the kiss. His tongue pushed through my lips, tasting, savoring, then plundering with a suggestive in and out motion. I was aware of the little noises I was making this time in response to his kisses. Soon it started to heat up between us as we kissed more and more deeply, our tongues doing a sensual duel. He broke it off to kiss my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, then worked his way down to my chest and lazily tongued my nipples. The sound I made wasn’t so quiet that time, and he didn’t let up, stoking the fire that burned between us. He kept going down my torso, nuzzled and kissed my dick – a surprise given how dominating he was in our earlier foreplay – and kept going downwards until his lips reached the tender skin between my legs, and his tongue touched my asshole. I moaned loudly, and he was pulling my legs over his shoulders and lapping at the sensitive flesh that had been used so roughly the night before. “I’m going to kiss it all better,” he said, and I snorted with laughter. He finally put me down, straddled my face and put his huge dick against my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage, but could only just accommodate the head. “Don’t try, baby. No one can get my cock in their mouth. My dad and brothers are all the same, big fucking cocks run in my family. Just kiss it like you did before, with that little bit of tongue. That felt awesome, no one else has ever done that.” I immediately complied, kissing the enormous shaft up and down on the front and the sides, flicked my tongue in over his balls, and started to work my way back up. He held my head in place, and said in a low, sexy, growl “Go back the other way. And don’t stop at my balls.” I did as he said, feeling aroused by the way he delivered his order. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. “Keep going, baby.” My head was between his thighs, and I licked him from balls to ass, stopping just short of putting my tongue in the crack just to drive him wild. He tightened his thighs, and moved his butt forward, brushing it over my mouth to press it against my nose. “For being such a tease, you have to sniff my ass again.” I inhaled loudly, and he pressed his butt against my face harder. “You would have had your face in my ass whatever you did,” he said in that same low, sexy commanding voice. “I like to put my ass in my boy’s face because my ass is important when I fuck you. It does all the work of pushing my big, fat polla into your tight, little hole so I can plant my seed deep in you. When I’m fucking you, I want you to have the taste and smell of my butt on your lips and nose, so you can imagine how my ass goes up and down, and how the muscles flex to get it all the way inside of you. Kiss it baby, obey me, show me you love doing what I tell you. And use that little bit of tongue like you did on my dick and balls.” I did exactly as he demanded, and as unimaginable as it might seem my own ass was aching for his penetration, to have everything else erased and obliterated, even if only for a little while. He moved back and blanketed me with his body again, and kissed and licked my lips, and then, playfully, my nose. “Mmm, you taste good, like me. This time on your stomach,” he said and raised himself off of me so I could roll over. As soon as I did, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass crack, and he rubbed against me a little, pinning me down again, lacing his fingers through mine and kissing the back of my neck. “Sweet,” he hissed against my ear. “I love how your ass cheeks press against my dick. And I want to feel them up against the root of my cock while I make love to you.” I could feel the head of his dick probing the sensitive portal to my body, and just that touch made me arch my butt up against him, giving him a better angle to make his entry. He grabbed one of the pillows, and put it under me so I could relax as he pushed in. “Plenty of juice still in there,” he said as he slowly pushed in. “Oh, mi amor, you have an ass like velvet. It’s squeezes so tight, but still sweet. And those pretty little ass cheeks open so nicely for me.” He was now completely inside me; I could feel him pressed close and tight against me. He pushed himself up. “I want to watch my dick go in and out of your hole,” he said, and he began to thrust more deeply. “It looks beautiful, the way you open up and hug me close at the same time.” I pushed back against him, wanting to be as close as possible. And that seemed to galvanize him. He lay back down, twined his fingers through mine and started to fuck me for real; no more slow sweet strokes, just pure animal lust, his breathing getting heavier, the rhythmic slap of his skin against mine, and the feeling of his dick pummeling my insides, each stroke bringing both of us closer to climax. “Ah,” he said, the sound exploding from him on a gasp as his thrusts went even faster. “Here it is, take my toxic load…” and he rammed into me with an inarticulate shout. His dirty talk and the word "toxic" drove me wild. I came in buckets onto the pillow underneath me while he buried his dick inside of me. I could feel his cock pulse and flex as we shuddered with the force of mutual orgasm. We finally started to come down from the intense high, and he just lay atop me, his body heavy and warm, like a living, breathing blanket. He kissed the back of my neck languidly, then the side of my face. I turned my head, and we managed to brush our lips together. “You are amazing. If Miguelito is too dumb to know how special you are, that’s his loss. I’d love for you to be mine.” I smiled, and squeezed my sphincter, enjoying is little gasp of pleasure. My eyelids felt heavy, and I relaxed in a way I hadn't since the night before. In spite of the large glass of iced coffee I’d drunk, I felt myself pulled down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

(In a low voice, whispered right into my ear as he's fucking me hard) "Yeah you mutha fuckin' bitch....tkae this dick! You know you fuckin' love this big cock you fuckin' slut. I'm gonna fuck you for hours and bust some huge nuts deep in yo bitch ass pussy! You fuckin' lying whore, textin' me to bring condoms. You know yor bitch ass never wanted me to wear a fuckin' condom! Man yo pussy is so fuckin tight and wet, next time I'm bringin' all my boys to try a piece of this fine booty hole. We gonna fuck you all weekend until yo' hole can't shut and you doing the walk of shame all crooked cuz your ass is on fire! Mmmm you fuckin' slut, this cunt is mine's now! I'm gonna cum all up inside you and mark this ass like a dog marks his territory. Yeah you like that, don't cha you fuckin whore. You don't even know my name, let alone my status! Right now I could be pozzing the shit outta your fuck hole, and you don't care! I'm gonna breed you like a fuckin slut! If you was a real bitch, you'd be so fuckin' knocked up after I'm done with you. Yeah you fuckin' slut, knock your bitch ass up real good! Don't act like you aint a slut, we all know you suck dick like a street walkin' hoe. I knew you was a slut by the way you swallowed my meat whole like a hungry bitch. You were born to be a fuckin whore, you have a whore's attitude and a whore's dick suckin skills. Yeah, lemme long dick his cunt and make you cream like a real bitch. Yeah, don't you be touchin yo dick...that lil pee-wee dick. Cum like a real bitch, just from yo man's dick digging you tight pussy out. Fuck yeah. Ooooh yeah bitch, you gettin' close aint ya? Oooh yeah I can tell, fuck yes! Oohhh, uh-oh, what's this?! Aww you is cummin' like the fuckin' bitch you are. Aww look at that cute lil dick shootin' a load. Yeah, squeeze my dick hard when you cum, that's it baby. Fuck yeah, mmmmmm! I'm gettin' there....shit yeah, make daddy's dick cum! Oh fuck yeah, here we go.....mmmm, Lord yes you is one tight bitch. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.......YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!! SHIT YOU FUCKIN CUM SLUT! TAKE THIS DICK! Fuck yeah, all up inside you, slut! Mmmmmmm... God yes, still cumming! Ahhhhhh....! Whew....God-damn you is one good piece of pussy. Now get out before my wife gets home, bitch. Come back tomorrow, I'll text ya."

Chapter 4 Father Scorpio looked ready and raring to go. His dick was fully erect, oozing precum; I guess watching while I was gangbanged had turned him on. I automatically looked to Mike. He looked concerned (I guess he could see how tired I was), but gave me an almost imperceptible nod. I sighed inwardly. I would do it to please Mike, and so as not risk his looking bad in front of his Fraternity. It only made sense – I had a feeling that I would need his protection in this pit of, well, scorpions. It was in my best interests to support his authority. “Approach me, Novice.” I guess that counted as a promotion from “Initiate,” or “SILENCE.” I wearily crawled towards him on hands and knees. “Lie down between my legs,” he commanded. Oh, Lordy. I did it immediately, realizing that I shouldn’t be surprised, since his “sons” seemed to like this so much. He was likely the one who taught them their moves, after all. He knelt over my face; his ass was very hairy. It was almost like being with some mythical creature, Pan or a centaur. He lowered his ass slowly, making sure he got his butthole right over my nose. “Inhale deeply the man stink of your Father. Let my potent scent fill your nostrils, your lungs, and block out all the others whom you’ve worshipped today, and you will then take my potent, charged seed. I am now your Master, as I am the Master of all those who have used you tonight.” He was certainly pungent, but still clean. It was the scent of sweat rather than lack of hygiene. “Kiss my asshole, Novice.” I hesitated a moment (proving the old saw about hesitation and being lost) and that was too long. He sat on my face, full weight, smothering me. “You must always obey my orders immediately. I have told you there would be consequences otherwise.” I was trying not to struggle, but I couldn’t breathe and my back arched as I involuntarily tried to get some air. That seemed to be his cue to release my head, and I gasped in air (getting another healthy whiff of his butt) and immediately started the inevitable trajectory, kissing, licking, eating and finally thrusting my tongue inside of his butt. “Yes, yes," he said. "Obey me and feed my lust. Ave libidinem,” he bellowed, the fraternity guys answering with Fratres, in cupiditate. God I was getting sick of hearing those fucking words. Maybe eventually it would be like white noise, and I’d stop noticing? He moved a little so that his balls were over my mouth. “Worship the repository of my holy seed, Novice,” he intoned. I wasted no time in sniffing his balls, then kissing them and licking them. Then he pushed the tip of his cock with its metal adornment against my lips. “Open your mouth and receive my rod, the instrument of the transfiguration that will bring you into the light. You will be exalted, a receptacle for our lust and desire, a chalice into which the athame will plunge. Brothers and Acolytes, gather to witness my gift to the Novice,” he said. The entire assembly came close and formed a ring around us. He roughly pulled my legs over his heavily muscled shoulders, lined up his drooling cock with my ass and began to push in. It was nearly unbearable; my anus and rectum were already sore from having been used multiple times by 11 men of all different shapes and sizes. It would have been okay but for that infernal piercing; he punched through the first ring of muscle which, try as I might, caused me to shriek. “You may scream as much as you like,” snarled the Father. “No one can hear you except me and my Sons. Soon you will moan with desire.” Soon being a relative term, I thought, wincing and struggling as he began to pump in and out. His breathing was speeding up, there was a cruel smile on his face and he seemed suffused with a perverse joy as he thrust more and more strongly, pinning me in place. “Yes, YES, YESSSSSSS,” he howled as his hips pistoned his dick in and out of me. “Stroke my balls, to encourage the seed to shoot into your soft, sweet boy cunt, made for a man’s pleasure.” I did as ordered immediately, running my fingers over the sack of crinkled skin, and reaching behind to the sensitive skin between his legs. That cause him to pound into me without mercy; screams tore out of me as that thing he had on his cock battered my insides. I could feel his balls tighten and rise underneath my tickling fingers. Please cum, I prayed. I can’t last much longer.” It began as a low growl in his throat rising to a roar worthy of a wild animal. He rammed into me once, twice, three times, then shouted “Ave libidinem, Fratres, in cupiditate, his innocence is fully destroyed, his asshole is wrecked, my deathstick fills him with my charged…positive sperm.” Positive? I thought, terrified. Not that, please, not that. “The breeding is complete, he will join us now as a Son of the Scorpion, bearer of the Virus — HIV.” “WHAT?” I shrieked, and then began to sob. “No, no, please, no.” “It is too late,” he said. “The conversion is underway. My seed was already passed to you through my Sons, the brothers and the acolytes, and it has been sealed with the seed of the Father. You have taken 45 loads of toxic sperm. Soon you will get the fever and burn with the raging fire of lust. The transfiguration has begun; you will carry my mark for the rest of your life.” I must have fainted from shock and exhaustion. I was vaguely aware of being lifted, immersed in warm water, gently bathed and tucked into bed. Half-awake, I felt tears seep out from under my eyelids, and all I could hope is that this was a nightmare and that I’d soon wake up, safe and secure in my dorm room.

"...you worthless fucking pighole, here's my load. You better hold it in so I can fuck your ass again without lube". Then he did fuck m again in about 40 minutes without saying a word. He just smoked himself a few times to get hard, spit on my ass lips and slid in, fucking like I was a toy to use, no sound. Then grunted when he came, rolled off, dressed, walked out. So hot feeling used.

Don't we all, ProudPozPig?!? Every little faggot boy should get such a hot, brutal toxic gangbang for his birthday. Just to seal the deal. Makes it easier for those little cum buckets to accept their true calling.Once there's no way back, it's sooo much easier to whore around the way nature always intended you to...

Thanks tjud1. The best tops for me are the ones who thoroughly own and enjoy who they are. For me being a bottom means being a receptacle for a tops pleasure, literally. The magic for me is not that the top is just getting pleasure using me, but that the top is actually putting his pleasure in me. His pleasure may be cum or piss or a toy, the desire to gape and sculpt my hole, like some form of art. But what ever form it takes, there is a transfer from him to me. He possesses me while he is giving it, and I possess a part of him when he is done. To me it's a mutual exchange. For me when a top expresses or releases his pleasure in my hole, it is being transferred from him and into me. I love that exchange.

What I like best about the whole setup is that the kid never really stood a chance. From the moment he walked into that place, eyes wide with his first-timer nervousness, he had POZ CUMDUMP written all over his forehead - and he was the only one who couldn't see...

Part 4 The rest of the day was spent soaking in the pool and laying in the sun chatting. I didn't take the tail out all day, after a light dinner Pete gave me a Valium and tucked me up in bed telling me I had a big day tomorrow. I must have slept heavily as I didn't hear Pete come to bed, when I woke early he was laying naked beside me sound asleep. I looked at the clock and it was really early so I got up, did what I needed to in the bathroom and slipped the tail back in my arse, Pete still being asleep I headed outside to the pool. Stretching out naked on a sun lounger I reflected on where I was and what was in store for me, lazily I stroked my cock, not trying to cum but just enjoying the feeling of it in my hand and the sensations my hand gave it. My thoughts were disturbed by an bronzed naked man cleaning the pool, I don't know how long he'd been there but he seemed to be paying more attention to my cock than the pool, proved by his hardness bouncing around in front of him. My eyes were fixed on his cock when suddenly a voice whispered in my ear "you like Ian's cock?" "Yeah, fucking nice". "Wanna suck it a little?" I replied by nodding my head and Pete beckoned him over. "My friend here would like to suck your cock Ian". He smiled and stepped forward, sitting up I went straight down on it as far as I could. "Good boy, enjoy it but not too much". His cock must have been about 8" and a thickness that was enough to fill my mouth. It tasted of chlorine, I guess Ian likes a dip in the pools he cleans. Pete was rubbing the back of my head and pushing me further down, I gagged a little but he just pushed a little harder. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, his body stiffened and he began breathing heavily, I increased my sucking frantically sliding his cock in and out of my mouth determined to get that salty taste on my tongue. Pete pulled me away telling Ian that was enough for now, throughly disappointed I did note that he said for now. The rest of the day was spent by the pool, staying hydrated, and desperately trying to get Pete to fuck me again, but no I was told that was for later. In the late afternoon we had a bite to eat before Pete told me to go shower and clean myself out thoroughly "I want you clean boy, your hole is gonna get some use tonight" it twitched a little at the thought. Spending some time in the shower I washed myself inside and out, taking some time on my insides. As I headed out of the bedroom I heard men's voices down the hall, I figured as is already been told to stay naked then I should do just that and headed to the living room with no clothes on. Pete was stood chatting to two guys "ah here's the guest of honour. Martin this is Simon and Stuart, they're gonna join us tonight". I walked over and smiled, they were both tall and lean, Simon had short dark hair, Stuart slightly longer silver hair, both had chiseled looks, with just the right amount of stubble. Pete suggested we head out to the hot tub, we all agreed and the other three men removed their clothes before we all went outside and slipped into the warm water, me between the two visitors. Chatting for a while a could feel there legs against mine, hands roaming under the water, I got my first feel of both their cocks, simon was a nice size and uncut, Stuart slightly smaller and circumcised. Pete was watching and I could tell he knew what was going on under the water. "Boy, I promised you as much Tina as you could take didn't I?" I nodded in agreement. "Well now is time for you to take your first slam." Oh fuck, I've only been slammed four times before across three sessions, I'd been craving that rush again, longing for it. Pete moved in front of me and told me to hop up on the side, he was directly in front of me as the other two jumped up beside me. Stuart reached down and pulled up a tray covered with a cloth, he removed the cloth to reveal six syringes, I could see each of them were full of a clear liquid, the stuff I wanted in my veins so much. He placed the tray beside him, reached down and picked up a leather strap. Quickly the leather strap was tightly buckled around my bicep, Stuart turned a little to face me and pulled my arm out so the back of my hand lay against his naked thigh Pete held both my legs and told me to clench and unclench my fist which I dutifully did as Stuart looked for a vein. I watched as he picked up the rig laying across the top of two more, obviously separate for me, and with his teeth he removed the cap. I was still pumping my fist as he brought the needle to my skin, he spent some time aiming it and then with a sharp jab he pierced my skin. I watched as he moved the tip of the pin around a little looking for the vein. He pulled the plunger back and there it was, that flash of blood spurting in, "oh fuck" I knew what was coming. Stuart just held the rig in place when I heard Pete, "this is gonna be a big slam boy, I know you've never had one like this, it's gonna make you cough, maybe feel like you can't catch your breath, don't panic just ride it, we're here with you. You ready?" Unable to take my eyes of the syringe in my arm, the clear liquid now red at one end, I just nodded. Pete told Stuart to go for it and I watched as he gently pushed the plunger down, I watched as the black rubber seal in the clear tube got closer to the end, I could feel a tingle as the liquid entered my arm but I knew what was coming would be far more intense. After what seemed like minutes the plunger hit home, quickly the strap was off my arm, and then it hit me, hit me like a train. Just as the shit hit my brain I coughed, I coughed hard, I had a funny taste at the back of my throat and yeah I felt like I couldn't breath, shit had they given me too much. I gasped for air but after two breaths my lungs relaxed, miss Tina was filling my whole body now, the rush was like nothing else, it was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. The rush just got stronger and stronger, I was on fire. I was suddenly aware of the puppy tail plug in my arse, the tail between my legs, I was also aware of me just saying "oh fuck" over and over again. Pete wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into the water and stood me in front of Stuart. I watched as Stuart picked a rig from the other end of the tray and repeated the process with his own arm. I couldn't take my eyes off the syringe, turns me on so much to watch a guy slam me but also to watch a guy do himself. A little cough and he was there, in my world. Pete slid me across to stand in front of simon and I watched again, Stuart dropped into the water and stood behind me rubbing my cock and tweaking the plug in my arse. Another cough and simon was in the water too standing to one side of me rubbing my arse cheeks. Now I'm stood in front of Pete watching as he prepped his hit, the blood shot into the syringe with such force and I let out another "fuck". Resting his fingers under the rig he took my hand and told me to push the plunger in, very slowly. My hands were shaking from the rush but somehow I managed it, and slowly I pushed. All in and the needle came out and I saw Petes face light up and he grinned. I could sense Petes cock guiding me down so I bent over and sucked it into my mouth, the Tina made me want it so bad, all 3 cocks inside me at once was what I wanted. His cock was rock hard and I could feel it stretching my mouth as I bobbed up and down. I felt one of the other guys playing with my tail when suddenly it was yanked from my arse and then I felt something hard pushing at my hole, I didn't miss a stroke on Petes cock as I felt the one behind me slowly push into me, I swear I felt every vein as that raw shaft slowly slid in. I let out such a moan but kept Pete in my mouth. I didn't know which one was fucking me but then a pair of hands spread my arse cheeks for the other and I drove back onto that hard rod. Whoever it was pounded me hard now forcing me onto Petes cock, I looked up and saw him watched me get fucked, I could tell he was happy and that made me happy too. I heard a voice say "my turn" and then my hole was empty, movement behind me told me they were swapping over, fuck nothing like one cock after the other I thought, and there it was pushing against me, I pushed back hard and it popped inside me. I was getting fucked frantically now, my hole body shoved forward with each thrust. I noticed simon climbing up on the side, right beside Pete and he was playing with his cock, I looked up at his face and he motioned down to his cock so I replaced my mouth with my hand on Pete and swallowed Simons cock down as far as I could go. "Shit I'm gonna blow" came from behind me, I began groaning loudly on the cock in my gob as my arse got truly fucked, the seed started pumping deep inside me, my mind was racing with the thought of it, cum deep in my guts coating my insides, each spurt from the end of the cock filling me a little more. The fucking slowed and Stuart collapsed on my back "fucking good boy, very fucking nice". I released the cock from my mouth and looked up at Pete, "good lad, you're doing well". Let's take this inside shall we". Then I felt my tail being plugged back into my hole and they carefully lifted me out of the tub........

Part 2 "Pete wants you nice and relaxed, and as I'm his friend you need to do as you're told. Drop ya shorts for me and spread those legs." I looked at Steve, his face covered with dark stubble, his neck thick and strong. He's playing with his cock through his shorts, I can see the bulge quite clearly, like me he's obviously not wearing underwear. My eyes catch his again and he just raises he's eyebrows and looks down to my shorts. Well I know Pete has paid a lot of money to get me here and this is obviously the start of me doing as I'm told. So I undo the tie holding my shorts up and push them down, I hadn't realised just how hard I'd gotten and my cock springs out, my PA just peeking out the end of my foreskin. I spread my legs as wide as I can, my shorts tight around my ankles. "Step out of one leg for me, shift your ass forward on the seat and spread those legs wide". I do as I'm told and now my hole is exposed right on the edge of the seat and I realise why the seat was pushed so far back when I got in the car, this was obviously planned. Steve slides his finger in his mouth and covers it with spit. Leaning over he reaches between my legs and finds my hole through the hair and rubs the spit around, I can feel my hole relax and then he just slides right in, his finger opening me up a little before he slides a second one in. Slowly he pulls his fingers out and grabs the bag of T, fuck I know what's coming. He opens the bag, spit on his fingers again and reaches in, he rummages around and next thing I know he's showing me two big shards on his index finger, he smiles and reaches down between my legs. "Spread your cheeks for me, don't wanna drop this shit". I do as I'm told and with both hands pull my cheeks apart. I can feel his middle finger finding my hole and then his other finger pushes the crystals inside me. As his finger swirls around inside me I suddenly start to feel the burn. His second finger joins the first and he's stirring around in my guts and I know the stuff is dissolving inside me, I can feel the warmth and then I feel it start to spread. I throw my head back against the seat and close my eyes, not sure how long I stayed like that but I'm enjoying a nice gentle rush sweeping over my entire body. Steve seemed to be enjoying my hole, another finger goes in and now he's really stretching me. I lift my legs up, one foot against the door the other on the centre console, Steve pulls out and gets another shard then brings his hand under my leg and quickly he's pushing back inside me, stirring the third shard around inside me. My groans fill the car and I want more now, I need more than just his fingers. Devastated he pulls out, leans back and looks over at me and smiles "Petes gonna love your hole" He's got his cock out now and he's holding it and beckoning me to it with his eyes. Leaning over I take hold of it and admire it for a while, cut as to be expected, and there's a single drop of precum which I quickly lick off with a swipe of my tongue, tastes sweet. I can't wait anymore and I open my lips slightly and try to take as much in my mouth as I can. By now the Tina is flowing through my body and I'm hungry for it, my whole body craves cock, I don't just want it, I need it. I begin to suck his cock with all the skills I can, using my tongue and the roof of my mouth to stimulate the head and Steve is moaning, I think I'm doing well. Letting his cock free I look up at him and ask him to fuck me, well not so much ask as beg. "With time boy but not now, Pete will be your first not me, so suck my cock". With that he pushes my head back down on his cock, well if he won't fuck me I'm sure as hell gonna get his load in my mouth. I didn't have to wait long, I can hear him moaning louder, his cock seems to get even harder so I pick up my pace desperate for that taste. With an animal like groan I feel his cock pulse as glob after glob of creamy cum fills my mouth, eagerly I swallow it all down savouring the taste. Steve pushes me away and tucks his cock back in his shorts. "Well done, get yaself sorted and let's go see Pete". Reluctantly I pull my shorts back up and shift myself back on the seat. My head swimming with thoughts of what just happened and that craving for cock. Steve starts the engine and without saying a word pulls back out onto the road and heads around the edge of town and we start to climb a little. This is obviously a good neighbourhood, houses stand way back from the road behind gates, giving a sense of mystery to who lives there. I'm assuming this is just part of my tour of the sites, so I just relax and gaze out the window at the passing houses. Steve suddenly slows the car and swings the car round and pulls up in front of a pair of big heavy wooden gates, he punches a number into a little keypad on a pole, and silently the gates swing open revealing a long driveway leading to single story house that looks like something out of a movie - surely this isn't Petes place ?

Hey Patrick-I come from Ft Lauderdale to DC for the FFA parties( ought to give you some idea of the quality of the men there). The age range is more on the mid to upper age range.That said, the last time I was up for A FF party I got fisted by a 90's fist porn actor (twice) Between fistings, I helped broker a fist session for a 25 year old guy who had been a fist top but wanted to experience being topped. And the top that another guy and I were able to take this boys cherry was 28, and new to fisting ( about 4 weeks in to it, and he had been coached through the process by the men of the FFA house) The nicest thing about the guys that go to the FFA house- are the guys ! They are social, welcoming, and very much into being a friend as well as a fist going up your hole. If you have not been, I would definitely suggest getting over to one of their gatherings. Hope RawTop is not offended by me naming other sites , but the FFA has a profile presence on Asspig (FFAContact) ManHunt and they use FFAContact at AOL for e mail contact. You would need to reach out to them- the house host would get in touch with you to make sure you are not some flake or wild hair up the ass reporter wanting to disrupt their group, prior to getting invited . Or, if you know someone involved, they could sponsor you. MAL is coming up in a week, and the house will have parties Friday and Saturday night, and Sunday afternoon. Unless something major changes, I intend to hit the Sunday afternoon event-- would love to offer my hole up to you should you decide to come to the Sunday afternoon gathering

Love a top that controls my popper usage, keeps me so high that all I think about is his cock and the fluids he wants to give me

Yeah, I swallow. Isn't that the point of giving a blow job?

I agree. I've had an extreme cum fetish since I was 12. I grew up in the projects and my mom worked midnights, so we had this family friend babysit me. He was 23, tall, dark and was a ladies man. He would let me drink alcohol and watch porn with him almost all the time. While watching the porno of the girl sucking dick, it made me want to do it, so I practiced sucking on pickles,cucumbers and even the remote control. One night, we got drunk, started jacking off together which led me to suck his dick which he ultimately nutted in my mouth in minutes. Had no choice but to swallow, but after I did it the first time I was hooked

Although I love to fuck raw, although I love to felch my own cum out of the ass I've just bred... nothing really is as good as tasting sperm in your mouth. My first sex at 14 was sucking another boy's cock and he filled my mouth with his juice. So I've always thought that swallowing cum made for good sex. It tastes so good and you can really savour it especially if he cums in your mouth rather than down the back of your throat. Yum yum!