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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….

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

"Look," Bryan explained, "I just want to be very clear. I'll only suck you, and your friend can fuck me. I've heard stories of HIV poz people trying to trick guys. So, don't try anything." Devon and Sam nodded. Devon was to only get sucked while Sam was to do the fucking. "No problem," Sam agreed. "This will minimize the chance of you getting anything." Devon pulled down his gym shorts, and the three of them quickly moved past the awkward conversation they just had. "Damn, that's big!" Bryan thought to himself, "too bad he's HIV positive. I'd love to take that dick some day." Bryan wasn't going to be persuaded, though, he decided. As if sensing Bryan's interest, Devon quickly placed his big cock against Bryan's lips. Bryan started sucking almost instinctively while Sam took off all of his clothes. Before long, Bryan was rock hard and continued to suck, but Devon's admission that he was HIV positive wasn't too far from his mind. Sam moved in behind Bryan, pulled down his swimsuit, and began licking Bryan's hole. Bryan nearly gasped at the incredible pleasure he had forgotten. He spent the four previous years in a relationship and his previous bf didn't like to rim. After a few moments of being eaten, and Bryan moaning while enjoying a huge mouthful of cock, Sam inserted his cock into Bryan's ass. "Mmmmm" Bryan moaned. He continued to suck on Devon's big cock, choking occasionally, as Sam begin increasing the pace in which he slid his less cock. Less thick than Devon's, but somewhat longer, it pleasured Bryan incredibly. "Can I just rub your ass with my cock? I know you want to feel it." Devon offered. Bryan thought for a moment. Despite being incredibly turned on, he replied "No man . I can't risk." "It's okay," Devon answered. "I understand. Sam can give you what you need then." Bryan went back to sucking, put in the thick head of Devon's cock back into his mouth, while Sam picked up his pace. "Fuck yeah!" Bryan said as he took a break from Devon's cock. "Fuck .. fuck." Sam continued to drill Bryan while a load was quickly building in each of them. "You like this cock don't ya?" "Mmm hmm" Bryan mumbled as he tried to suck the big cock and enjoy the long cock owning his ass. Bryan was starting to lose control. The sensations were overwhelming him. He wanted to ask for Devon to fuck him now, but resisted the desire. "I bet you want Devon's big cock in you," Sam suggested. Bryan didn't reply. He tried to ignore the thought and continued to suck hard, moan and take the occasional gasp when Sam drove it all the way in. "Don't worry. You can say it. He won't fuck you. But tell him how much you want his big poz cock in your hole right now." It was as if Bryan was now under a spell. The fresh smell of new cock in his mouth. The huge head choking him from time to time; the long cock invading his ass. He managed to mutter "Fuck yeah. I wish I had his big poz cock in me." Sam alternated between slow deliberate strokes, and quick jabs to make sure Bryan didn't forget the intense fuck he was getting. "What do you want? Sam again asked. "I want that big cock," Bryan panted. "What cock?!" Sam pressed. "I want that poz cock!" Bryan exclaimed. Devon was so turned on by the exchange, he instantly blew his load all over Bryan's face, painting him with jizz. "Good! Because you're getting MY poz cock!" Sam announced as he grabbed Bryan's waist tight and jack hammered his hole. Bryan was both extremely aroused and confused, but instinct took over and he couldn't pull away from Sam as he felt Sam's dick quickly tightening in his hole. Only seconds later, Bryan felt his cock leaking as cum involuntarily jetted out. As if choreographed, Sam unloaded at the same moment and continue to fuck his cum into Bryan as Bryan slowly came to his senses. Bryan collapsed onto the mattress, his head spinning. The best fuck of his life somehow just happened, but he was bewildered. "Wait, why did you say MY poz cock just then?" Devon and Sam were nearly dressed when Sam answered "Oh, I'm actually poz. Devon is clean. You just got stealthed, bitch." Bryan was stunned and didn't know what to say. Before he had a chance to say anything, Devon and Sam were out the door, while Bryan's hole leaked the poz load he was just given.

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

Omg i am still edging after this great story! Please dont stop texting, this could come as the best thing this site has!

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

Wordless is OK in anonymous scenes (dark rooms, glory holes, baths, etc.) But in a 1-1 or even a group scene, I'd want the Top who is using my ass to be verbal. A fucker who has no rhythm and fucks lamely can easily make the fuck a lot more interesting if he is verbally abusive. Someone who sends me verbal signals is going to get me to respond a lot more.

CumUnion LA last night. I fucked over a dozen guys. One wanted a condom and I said no thanks. By the end of the evening the guy was taking any bare cock he could. Guess he wasn't getting any with a condom. I took a few loads myself. I was bent over so didn't even see who ducked me or came in me. But I had cum down my leg a few times - just don't know how many anon loads I took. Shot mine up so hot college stud.

It has been almost two years since I contributed to this thread and while my life has changed so much not sure if it is 'old news' or if there is still interest. If there is I will finish/update the situtioin

A friend of mine who shows up about once every two months came by on Thursday night. He had a 9-day load in him because his wife is on vacation. After some really good deepthroat-action on my part, he had me on my back with my legs in the air and with one fell-swoop his very large cock penetrated me. It wasn't a long fuck, maybe 15 minutes at the most, but when he came, he cock twitched as never before and I counted 10 bangs - it was a huge load and he moaned in a way I had never quite heard before as he bred me, and deep at that. It was as hot as hell, I have to admit. He also said that he wants to breed me right in the middle of the dance floor of a disco sometime.... pretty hot fantasy, I gotta say...

Much better last night. Naked Party, group sex at the Backroom in Tel Aviv. It was full, it seems like more than half the people got plastic bags to put their clothes in as there weren't enough wardrobe lockers. I fucked 3 people, all raw, and I was fucked by several in the sling. My ass is sore today. One person was pissed at me for attempting fucking him raw, and he pushed me away. Nobody else cared, and everybody who entered me entered me raw.

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

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

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!

Yeah I'm a big time popper slut too, I tried to fight it but I take that hit and I'll devour any cock placed in front of me and if I feel one behind I'll push my ass into it

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

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.

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

Previously… And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside – bare fucking was amazing. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse’s hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him. Right so… Now I should clarify what I meant previously about liking a previously tapped hole. I was a bit of an expert on tag-teaming. In fact you could say that in college I majored in fourways with a minor in journalism. All through my journalism degree in Queen’s Uni I was involved long-term open slutty four-way. My group – Joe, Andrew, Kevin and I were the hotter and more sexually ambitious college kids, so we enjoyed what we had, moving into two two-person campus apartments together on the Malone road and using one of them for studying and the other for fucking. Sunday mornings were great! We spent most of our semester weekends getting through all the gay kama sutra positions, while the more nerdier, more homely gays were all up for running the LGB society. We thought our fourway was discreet enough, we’d always rearrange things when parents came visiting, but of course, all the scene knew! Even my mate Con told me that there was a name for us doing the rounds– the four queens in Queens. Very droll. Sadly this gossip reached the ears of all of our families – someone actually maliciously sent a poison pen letter to them – some fuckin old-school begrudger. Cause of that experience I sure-as-shit now knew that in Belfast you can’t do anything without everyone knowing about it the next day! It’s the reason my ex’s are ex’s and now living in a hippy commune in Tennessee, above a gay bar in Provincetown and the outback mining town Broken Hill in Australia. ABFB – Anywhere but fucking Belfast! Thinking this as I pulled my cock out of Northern Ireland’s gay national treasure, who reassuringly farted as some air escaped him (it made the whole thing a bit more real), I decided I should get my bearings a little, and while doing so, figure out what I wanted. I was high but not stupid. Even my trash-rag career could be endangered if it got out that I was partying and playing. I looked over and jokingly tagged Simon in. The salt and pepper stunner had shucked his robe off somewhere and I could see he had kept his chest well man-scaped, with the level of body hair that said hairy, but also showed off his defined muscles. Under that he had a deep and complete all-over tan, no weird tanlines, which meant he definitely travelled a lot. We get about one week of sunny days where it’s over 30 degrees in August and you’d never get such a deep tan from that, and I didn’t see Simon going to the sunning beds somehow. I guess you could say we have two seasons in Ireland – rainy season and that one week where you see that yellow thing in the sky… what’s it called? So if you want to escape our national seasonal affective disorder you’ve to pay up. Bastard didn’t even have the decency to have a little potbelly for his age. As he walked over I just took it all in – the muscles (on both of them), the tan (on Simon) and the spontaneity of it all. One moment I’m looking up BBRT in the hope of jacking off to some pictures of the dimpled lawyer and the next minute I’m spitroasting a local celebrity with him. Simon walked over to my place and lowered his 7 incher to Iain’s sloppy fuckhole. He’d found some lube and made a show of squirting some on Iain’s pink pucker and wiping the lube round with his straining cock. Iain wasn’t up for being teased and reached back and took control quickly. With proper bottoming skill he skewered himself with a grunt on Simon’s cock, his massive blocky thighs shuddering in pleasure. Going around to Iain’s head, I saw that the majority of the MDMA was salvaged and piled a bit away from Iain - who right now was surprising me by taking my ass-stained cock in his mouth, lapping all the old cum and ass juice off it – this was going to be a night of firsts! Close up I saw that professional rugby had not been too kind to the prop forward. He had the classic cauliflower ears and mangled nose that anyone who spends a large amount of their time in a scrum shoving and straining against fifteen other men, tends to pick up after a while. Looking down I caught Iain staring straight back up at me, I was a tiny bit shocked at first and worried he might have copped that I knew who he was, or worse that he might know who I was, but then I realised he was just totally zoned out and staring into the middle distance. The MDMA was doing its trick alright. Smiling down at Iain, I grabbed his hair and really started to fuck his throat. With my other hand I gathered the last few errant MDMA crumbs into a decent bump and snorted them, squeezing my nose after to stop any fallout. Iain’s pale muscled back was bunching as he took the pounding from both ends. I leant back and let the MDMA bliss flow down from my crown to the rest of my body. I looked up to smile at Simon and saw that he too was blissing out. He’d built up a powerful thumping rhythm, and my senses went into overdrive. Below I could hear a heavy bass-line from the main party room and I felt the build-up of anticipation – would I get to be one of the lucky invitees? I could feel the back of Iain’s throat mash against my cock head in time with Simon’s thrusts. The beat we were all experiencing, through the floor, in our fucking, it was the beat of life. This moment was hardcore, yet tender, dirty as fuck and yet sacred. Ah fuck yeah – shoving my dick into the rugby player’s willing throat, staring over at Lawyer John, I mean, Simon, looking actually kinda skinny by comparison between Iain’s massive thighs. The steady flow of MDMA goodness just upped a notch as the extra bump hit home. I felt like my skull got extra loose on my body, hearing the music from downstairs, hearing gags and wheezes from Iain, just letting the sounds and images and feelings just wash all over me like a tide. The MDMA never had this effect on me before but then again I’d never taken it pure – only with Ecstasy and weed, which might have counteracted the effects. And then, like a wave, I could almost feel the memory slip over me. Simon was Joe, Iain was Andrew, Kevin was rimming me from behind… I was back in college, spitroasting Andrew with Joe (who was and still is a committed top), and Kevin rimming me. We fucking loved that position. Kevin could happily rim me for days. Joe loved making the Eifel tower on Andrew (or me or Kevin occasionally) and then power-topping the lucky bottom. We were definitely not your typical Belfast students. We’d all met at the QUB LGB soc where in Fresher’s week we all played a “purity test” drinking game - where you had to drink for every impure thing you did. Us four hit it off immediately and soon enough we were rolling out the door and into one of our bedrooms. I even remember the disapproving glare of the LGB soc president at the time, who was still very sober - this total prick Orson Adams. Since that night he was always putting long rants on the soc’s webpages about not needing to conform to societal stereotypes of promiscuity and that kinda shit. Fucking holier-than-thou acne-covered prat! The type who gets on every uni committee possible so they can use it in their political career a few years later. Speaking of Orson, now the acne’s cleared up, the ego’s bigger and for the last five years he’s been getting groomed by the SDLP to run in the next election for Stormont. I had to do a big piece on him “spearheading” the SDLP and Alliance Party’s Marriage-equality campaign up here a little while ago at a press conference. I still remember him calling up his Irish trophy “husband” Tadhg to the stage. I’d been only half listening though, cause most of my attention was spent trying to charm my way into the pants of this fresh college grad taking notes beside me. I’d zoomed in on the fresh meat as soon I arrived. He was a tall, dark-brown haired guy wearing a very fashionable boat-necked chunky woollen top that perfectly accentuated his collarbones. In fairness, you could hang a paper bag off those collarbones and it’d look high-fashion. And it just so happens that pronounced collarbones and sparkly blue eyes are two secret faves of mine! He was also writing notes in one of those Ernest Hemingway jotters that all idealistic young journos get – Damn – this boy was ticking all my boxes! I was already making my excuses to my photographer Joanne (the meanest Dyke paparazzo I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a few!) who rolled her eyes and looked for the bar. “And wipe the drool off your mug before you head over, ya haven’t got his cock yet…” Joanne stopped as she realised I’d already gone. Fast forward about fifteen minutes. I’ve been laying it on real-thick with this tall sparkly eyed beauty. We’ve been talking German Expressionism and the archetype of the tortured artist. We’ve been scoffing at how terrible American chocolate is, while grudgingly admitting that Irish chocolate might not quite be up to Belgium’s standards. Fuck it, but I was really thinking I was getting somewhere when there’s a lull in background noise and all eyes turn towards us. Cute Journalism Student turns around to me and says “Sorry Mike, that’s my cue” and heads up to the podium to be introduced. Fucking gutted! He was Orson’s Tadhg! I should have possibly guessed it from his name. I mean there’s not that many people with those crazy unspellable Irish names here up North - it’s a classic tell of a Southerner, but well, he just seemed way too nice to be caught up in Orson’s web of bullshit. He seemed so charming, sharp and well-read (we were both eagerly awaiting the new Orhan Pamuk book), and watching him leave had some serious benefits too (very snug fitting and perky!). But now he was up on stage talking about how he and his husband couldn’t wait to tie the knot up here like down South at their “starter-wedding” – pass me a fuckin bucket! Y’see the thing is, dickheads like Orson really pissed me off. They want so much to be accepted by the society that rejects them, to have their slice of the “white picket fence dream” too, that they lose track of the gift they’ve been given. We don’t have to play by the rules, settle down two by two, safe and declawed for the straight world to accept us. We can be polyamorous, make our own families, create new codes to live by and then break em down again. We can arrange orgies at the drop of a hat and drunkenly ring up the Guinness World Record office asking for the number of men daisy-chaining record! Straight people are terrified of us because somewhere deep down in their mostly-switched off brains they realise what we represent, that it’s all a fucking charade. We’re part of the select few who’ve had the scales lifted off of our eyes and see the whole shitshow for the sham it is – religion, economics, from marriage vows to the… uh …the fucking Bologna Process of degrees and Masters and Doctorates, all that shite. As if there’s some external force that makes one person more intelligent than the other, more valid than the other. We’re given a gift of getting booted out of normal society and for some reason then you get pricks like Orson begging to get back in. Of course the self-satisfied prat was all fawning over me the last time I met him, cause he wanted a good article on his campaign. I remember later at the press conference him leaning in beside me, resting his clammy hand on mine and gushing “you’ll have to make this front page Michael! I still remember our days at Queen’s fondly!” I’m pretty sure I managed to keep my internal wretching to the minimum. I guess it was kismet or something when later that day the SDLP split over the vote. The party whip couldn’t control their back-benchers I guess. I had a gut feeling that there’d be trouble like that ahead and had Joanne tail the lovebirds. Sure enough she came back with a shot of the happy couple looking like they were arguing behind the hotel. Bingo! – that photo made the front page (like he asked) the next day. Headline “Not all sunshine and rainbows; Gay split in party vote!” What a fuckin triumph! Though I did feel a bit shitty for dragging Cutey McHowdafuckdyespellyername into it. That was pretty cold blooded of me. Speaking of cold. What…? Cold? My dick is cold? At this point Iain jolted me out of my reverie as he pushed me out of him. My cock wasn’t nice and snug and warm anymore! I looked down to see that the rugby player was totally blitzed out at this point and was having a hard time just trying to even focus on my bobbing cock. I wasn’t sure what other drugs Iain had done, but he was in classic overstimmed mode. Simon pulled out of him too and it was like the strings on a puppet were cut. Iain just flopped over onto his back on the ground and started making hrunghing noises to himself and giggling. Slut down, I guess… At least he didn’t OD. That’d be a fucking Pulitzer inside scoop if he did though. I could lie and pretend I’d gone deep undercover. Oh wow. I am cold blooded. Simon was smirking at Iain’s wipe-out and reached across to me, saying “I think that proves that we’re not police”. “Well I’d have to, um, agree” I answered, giving him my hand. I was still a bit dazed, still half-in my reverie – this MDMA was doing strange things to my memories. I kept falling into stream-of-conscious memories from like ten years ago. Simon pulled me up into another kiss. He tasted of Iain’s ass and something sweet - maybe liquorice? As we kissed I realised the mischievous mood had slowed down a little. Was Simon going to finish things up with me now? I kept kissing him, rubbing my tongue against his, reaching into his salt and pepper hair and pulling him deeper to make the kiss more passionate but he pulled back. Was I going to be asked to put back on my clothes? I was way too high to head on right now! It’d be better to distract him…“What do you taste of?” I asked. Simon raised his eyebrow and then, remembering, said “Oh that’s Salmiakki – the Finnish Liquor”. “Could I try some?” “Oh, yeah, sure I guess. It’s in the bar downstairs” “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?”

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

(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.

I got to love trashy talk when i pound some bitch. They better know what I am waiting from them. Got to make them beg for my load and cock. If they do a good job, I tell them how I'd love to share them with some other guys and get him bred by a whole bunch of rough tops. they usually get very turned on after this and beg for more.

"...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.

Mine's smooth as silk - but I kinda prefer hairy ones....grass is greener I guess!

Hope there's more to come. Amazing so far.

For a while I've been wondering what you get when you crossbreed a horse with a faggot boy - the answer seems to be: a pig. Well, genetics have always been a closed book to me in school, but seing how things work in the field, they somehow suddenly seem to make a lot of sense...LOL

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...

i would love to have my father fuck me n pimp me out

Part 3 As we pull up outside the house the front door opens and he steps out into the sunshine. Wearing shorts and a tee shirt he has an air of confidence about him as he walks to the car. His hair cut short barely revealing the salt and pepper hues, his body firm and trim. His shorts reveal the outline of his cock swinging as he walks. I decide there and then I made the right decision. With some nervousness I open the car door and stepped out into the heat. Pete walks over and without a word wrapped his arms around me and gave me a lovely bear hug. "It's so good that you're here, sorry I couldn't be at the airport to pick you up, I hope Steve took care of you?" "Oh yeah he took great care of me". He nodded and winked. "Come into the house, let's get you settled in" I told him I'd get my stuff from the car. "Don't worry, Steve will bring your bags in and unpack for you. Steve is my personal assistant, if you need anything and I'm not around you can ask him for anything and he will sort it for you, and I mean anything" Once we're inside the cool air of the house Pete grabs me and kisses me with a passion I haven't experienced in a long time, his tongue explored my mouth, I could feel his hardon pressing against me, I nearly dropped to my knees right there. He reaches round and with both hands grabs my arse and continues to kiss me. He pulls away from me "You must need to freshen up, come on". He steps away so I follow him through into a huge living room, tastefully furnished and airy. Down into a long corridor lit by a glass roof, it should be so hot but the air con manages to keep the house silently cool. Turning left we enter a bedroom with little furnishing other then a big bed, a cupboard and bed side tables. Off the bedroom is a huge bathroom. I see my toiletries have all been unpacked for me already, a little odd but I guess it's something I'm just not used to. Pete reaches in around the frosted glass wall of the shower and presses a button and multiple jets spray water in ever direction. "There you go, take your time, no rush. When you're finished come and find me and we'll have a dip in the pool". Giving me another deep kiss he leaves the room. Quickly I get my clothes off and step into the shower, the warm water soaks my hairy body quickly and feels so good after the long journey. I notice the douche nozzle hanging in one corner above the open drain, not knowing what's next I decide to make use of it. I turn around and back into the corner, checking the water coming from the nozzle I find its a perfect temperature so I aim it at my hole and slide it inside, the pressure builds so I pull it out and squat over the drain and let the water out. Repeating the process a few times I decide I'm clean and push the last drops of water out. Seeing my shower gel on the tiled shelf I start to soap myself up and enjoy the experience. I soap myself up again paying special attention to my cock and arse, the earlier booty bump making me enjoy it more than normal. Without warning I feel a hand run along my arse crack grazing over my hole, I shudder and let out a little moan. Strong arms wrap around me from behind and a voice whispers in my ear "I couldn't wait" His hand reaches back down to my soapy arse and slips a finger inside me, his hard cock pressed against me. "Hold on". He steps away and switches off the shower, disappears for a moment and comes back with a pipe, obviously packed with Tina, he sparks up the lighter, and hands me the pipe. I put it to my lips and he holds the flame under the bowl, as the smokes starts to creep out the top "breath in deeply and hold it until I tell you boy". The smoke fills my lungs and I hold it there. "Ok boy, let it out". A big white cloud surrounds us both before fading away. Three more hits like that and my buzz is getting higher. Pete firmly turns me around so I'm facing the wall and reaches between my checks again, every time he touches my hole it's like an electric shock. Taking a handful of gel he soaps my arse up again and caresses it so gently. I put my hands up against the wall in front of me and start to moan and then I start to beg, I need to feel Pete inside me. The Tina has really hit now, my whole body is alive with the stuff. Pete gently spreads my legs with his foot and I have that sensation that my hole is now exposed, "please fuck me" I sob. "Ok boy, as you ask so nicely". He wraps one arm around my neck and I feel the other hand go down to his cock, using one finger to guide it to my hole he rests the head at the opening, very gently he pushes his cock against my hole, the soapy suds let the head of his cock slip in easily and the head passes into me. Oh fuck, at last I have him in me, I've waited so long and now he's finally in my cunt. I want him to give me all of it but he just holds it there, his arm firmly around my neck, his other hand playing with my soft cock. "You want more ?, tell me how much you want it boy, persuade me to give you more" "Oh please, fuck me. I've wanted you for so long, please don't make me wait anymore. Please.........I want your cock so much.........I need you inside me..........please I'm begging you" "Good boy". And with that he slams the rest of his cock deep into my guts, pushing hard against my cheeks, almost knocking me off balance, even tho he's already all the way in he gives another hard shove that's make me almost cry out. My brain is on fire, all I can think of is the naked head of his cock rubbing my insides. You see bareback fucking isn't just a choice for me, it's a fetish, an utter obsession and that obsession is heightened even more when I'm on t. The thought of those little drops of precum oozing straight into my arse drives me crazy, skin on skin nothing between us, just as nature intended. Slowly and steadily he grinds in and out, sometimes all the way out sometimes just a little. The sensations in my hole are electrifying, I'm vaguely aware of us both making animalistic noises, but most of my mind is on his raw cock and my hole which not an hour before was taking shards of crystal, one thing I did know, I wanted more of both. I reach round with one hand to try and touch his cock, to touch a cock that's fucking me blows my mind, to feel it naked as it fucks into me, to feel the skin, every curve and contour slipping through my fingers into my arse. Pete pulls all the way out and the head slips between my fingers, I grip it at the entrance to my world and he pushes back inside. He repeats this for ages, getting the sensation of both my hand and my arse, I grip it even tighter. "I've been saving this load for two weeks boy, I'm not gonna last long, you want it ?" "Oh fuck yes please daddy, give me your spunk, make you yours" "You've been mine a long time, ever since I started manipulating you to come here, I've had this planned for months". With that he pulled my hand away and starts fucking me harder. Resting my head against the wall I reach back with both hands and spread my cheeks for him so he can get even deeper. I'm moaning like a fucking whore and then I hear Pete start to moan louder, his pace quickens and I'm sure I can actually feel his cock get harder. He's almost screaming as he slams into me and I beg him to cum, his cock starts to spew inside me, filling my guts with two weeks worth of spunk. He doesn't lose his pace at all, I know his cum is filling me up and being churned up and pushed deeper with each thrust. He begins to slow and finally he pulls his cock out, my hole suddenly feels incredibly empty and I sob a little as his cock finally leaves me. "Feel empty boy? I've got something for that". He pulls away and slips something inside me which makes the empty feeling a little less. He leads me from the shower and as I stand in front of the mirror I notice a black rubber tail poking out between my butt cheeks, I've give it a little flick and he smiles a wicked grin at me.

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

italianDick - i love being ordered to huff like that....makes me a total slut....sometimes when i work from home i get on Skype, look for a popper top to order me to huff while i ride a toy. fuck, so much fun!! i'm lilpigbttm on Skype if anyone wants to order me around

I'm very much into poppers, I think I've got somehow addicted now (even though there's no physical addiction, only psychological, as I was told by a MD). I usually snort at least twice when I bottom in a 1-on-1: the first one, to get my ass really open; the second one, to become a total slut. If I do it more than that, the top will cum and I'll be still craving more cocks and cum, which is a let-down. If I'm in an orgy, poppers will make sure I can take all cocks, no matter how big. There's nothing you can't take with poppers and no condoms, is my motto. I once had a top who would take control of my poppers, and force me to snort continuously. When I'd stop sniffing, he'd force me to take more. Then pound me, then again. It was so hot. When we were done I was crazy hot, begging for more and more cock, dizzy and slutty. "Too bad we have no more tops to whore you out", is what he said.

Ive had a guy I forced to breathe nothing but poppers do so much he blacked out and didn't even know I had another guy come in and fuck him while he breathed the bottle for 10 min straight.

I lost track of time as Jason fucked my hole. I was tweaking so hard my hole burned with pleasure. Jason's large dick stayed rock hard, scissoring into my insides brutally as the other three men took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. "Whew, I'm high," one of them groaned. "Not as high as this good boy right here," another one chuckled as he grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth, then pushed down and gagged me with it. Meanwhile, Jason leaned down and licked my face as he impaled me with his dick. He fucked me so hard he was trying to hurt me. "Damn, his pussy's so tight," he growled as he took a draw from a cigarette. "Cum inside me," I moaned weakly as the other mens' dicks slapped my face and poked at my lips. "You want my poz load? You want me to breed that sloppy little cunt?" he roared. I opened my mouth to answer, but Bruce had mounted my chest and slid his dick into my mouth. I felt Jason grab my ankles hard and spread my legs as wide as he could. His dick hardened in my ass and trembled, and I felt pump after pump of warm fluid rush up my rectum. "TAKE. MY. LOAD. YOU. LITTLE. WHORE!" he roared, slamming his load deeper into me with every word. I flexed my toes in pleasure as he rammed his cum into me. He slid his dick out, leaving my ass feel empty and sore. The head of his dick made a little "pop!" sound as it left my hole. At the same time, Bruce pulled out of my mouth and came heavily on my face, adding thick white clumps of semen to the spit already covering my face. Before I could take a breath, he pushed his dick inside my mouth again to have me clean it off, while another one of the men plunged his dick inside my ass. The other men laughed degradingly and spat on my body. I had no idea what time it was or how long they had fucked me for, but John and Blake fucked me and added their loads to my pussy before leaving, then Jason fucked me again, then Bruce. I pushed into Bruce's cock as he churned the cocktail of cum inside me. Globs of white cum leaked out of my ass, stuck to his dick, and trickled down onto the bed. My sticky ass squeaked as he pummeled my cunt, lubed only with poz cum. My legs bounced with every thrust of his big dick. A waterfall of white fluid had leaked onto my taint down my asscrack. Bruce leaned down and put his hand over my throat. “You want Daddy’s poz load inside of that tight hole? You wanna be Daddy’s dirty little drugged up whore?” “Yeah, Daddy! Fuck me!” “What do you want? I can’t hear you.” “Fill me with your poz load! Make me your bitch! My boypussy is to service your big dick, poz me up and use me like your piece of meat! This hole is yours!” I barked. “Fuck yeah it is!” he roared, spitting into my face as he rammed his cock into me, cumming violently. I moaned in pleasure as he jammed his tool as deeply and sharply into my gut as he could. My ass made a sound like he was grinding meat, and my hole was now overflowing with so much cum it bubbled and lathered onto his dick. He scooped the excess and crammed it into my ass. Then he moved over to my face and rubbed the cum on his dick onto my face. “Good whore,” he groaned. “Let’s seal the deal.” Bruce left the room for a little bit and came back with a tattoo gun. “Stay still,” he ordered. I felt a painful burning prick on my ass, but I relaxed and rode my high. In sloppy handwriting, Bruce had permanently labeled “Cum Dump” on my asscheeks. At this time, Jason re-entered the room with ten other middle-aged men. Some were fat and balding, some looked gaunt, others were built and muscular. Their dicks had various sizes, but all of them were paid customers. I laid their groaning, my ass bubbling with white goo and my face covered in globs of cum and spit. Jason walked over and stuck me with another .7 slam. The mens’ cocks grew hard watching my pimp drug me up. I had come down a little from my high before, but now I was wired all over again. My existence was nothing but a hole, a disposable dump n’ run. My purpose was to be bred by men, and if I let them, Jason would slam me. “Go on, boys; he’s all lubed up. Get your $10’s worth,” he said, grinning. I lifted my legs and tossed my head back. Continued in part 4

Part 2 Jason pulled his cock out of his mouth, then spat on my face. Globs of his warm spit covered my cheeks and nose; I was completely covered in saliva. He then took his cock and mixed our saliva on my face. I moaned in ecstasy. "Fucking slut," he said. He reached over to his desk, and pulled out two full, syringes. One was dark red. "You know what's in here?" he asked. I shook my head, still gasping and moaning for his cock. "This red one is yours and has my poz blood in it. One slam and you're guaranteed poz. It also has .6 g of Tina in it. You ready for this slam? Once the need pricks your arm, there's no going back." I hadn't known Jason was poz, and I didn't even care at this point. The idea of having his bug, that he was exerting this power over me and changing my life, that he didn't care about me and just wanted to drug me up and use me like a piece of trash... that was overwhelming. Without hesitation, I screamed, "YES! SLAM ME WITH THAT POZ BLOOD!" He tied a tourniquet around my arm and had me make a fist, then slid the needle in. I felt a little prick, and then a hot rush. He released the tourniquet, and my mind exploded. I coughed as my head buzzed and spun. I felt a loosnening and heating of my body. Jason then slammed himself and popped a viagara. I moaned and writhed on Jason's bed, pulling off my tank top and showing off my asshole to him. Jason grabbed my legs and teased my pussy with his hot breath. Then he leaned in and began slurping. I felt his 5' o clock shadow rubbing against my asscheeks like sandpaper. His cold tongue massaged my hole as I flew; I had transformed into a full-fledged poz tweaking slut, and I was having the ride of my life. I never imagined I'd be begging for cock with empty syringes around me and my face covered in spit. It was a dream come true. He pried my cunt open with his fingers and fucked me with his tongue. I moaned loudly, and my eyes rolled back into their sockets. I was so high I would've done anything for Jason's dick at that point. I wanted load after load in my hole. Jason spat on my ass and rubbed his spit into my hole as I groaned. "My cunt feels so wet," I groaned. "All the better for me to fuck it," he sneered. "Wanna get even higher?" "YES!" I screamed as he hungrily plunged back into licking my asshole. He pulled his face away, then threw me on my back. He repacked the pipe and handed it to me, then grabbed a bottle of car grease and lathered it over my hole. He took a funnel from his drawer and planted it in my ass. The thin funnel planted itself in my ass loosely. He stood up. I had already lit the bowl, and felt the sweet taste of chemicals rushing into my body. He aimed his dick at the funnel and began to piss. I felt the dark yellow liquid trickle into my ass and up my intestines. My stomach churned as his chem piss flooded my system. He pissed for what felt like eternity; my body was full of his juice. He then removed the funnel, and my ass began overflowing, so he planted a butt plug and allowed the piss to sit inside me. At that point, I must've been so high I was bordering on overdosing. It took only what felt like 5-10 minutes for the piss to suddenly get me higher than what I thought was humanly possible. I was flying to the point where I was practically screaming for more cock. In that moment, I achieved nirvana. I realized that my whole life has led up to this: This is my purpose in life. A boy's hole is to be used by men, and he is just a piece of trash to be fucked and fucked again. I didn't care about dying early; this was my mission and goal in life, and I didn't want to do anything else. I wanted to be a chem whore. "Put on your shirt and boots, we're taking a little trip," he told me. I was confused, but I did as commanded. I left his apartment shamelessly, with my cutoffs torn at my ass and a buttplug still crammed in. He threw a coat over me, and we walked downstairs to another apartment. There were four men in the apartment playing poker at a kitchen table with bags of crystal everywhere. My eyes glowed at the sight of the drugs, already hooked. Two of them were burly and hairy, although one was significantly shorter than the other. The last one was an older man, dressed in a business attire with peppery hair. Jason introduced me. The shorter one was Bruce, the big guy was Blake, and the older gentleman was John. "What's that?" Bruce asked. He walked up to me and slid the plug out of my ass. A flood of slampiss flushed out of my hole. He grinned. "Price of crystal's going up. This is our cash cow," Jason said proudly. "Pozzed and hooked on Tina already. I say we break him in." "It's 'it', not 'him'," John corrected. "He's property now." The room spun so much that I couldn't even stand up straight. I must've blacked out for a minute, but I phased back in moments later on a bed at the sight of Jason completely naked. He had a large biohazard tattoo on his chest. His giant, hard dick was brushing up against my asshole, which had been lubed with car grease and vaseline. He had one of the blunts I brought. "Light up, man. We're gonna be using this trash for a long time," Bruce chuckled. The rest of them were passing around a bong as they watched Jason's tip enter my hole. It was large, thicker than any dick I had ever taken. I moaned in ecstasy, having needed his toxic pole inside me for so long. "FUCK ME!" I screamed, and everyone in the room laughed. "Take it, whore," Jason murmured, as he plunged sharply into my ass. I could feel my insides being torn up, but the drugs took away all the pain and kept all the pleasure. It was unbelievable, and I needed him to fuck me harder and faster. "Yeah, fuck that garbage," Blake laughed as he spat on me. Jason smoked the blunt as he quickened his pace. He was fucking my as hard as he could, completely empowered and entranced by the pleasure of plowing up my partied up hole. "OH YEAH! OH-" "Shut the whore up," Blake ordered, and Bruce rammed his dick down my throat before I could finish. Bruce's dick was 6" and fat, a beautiful dick that was almost made for porn. Bruce and Jason fucked my brains out together. Jason pressed the blunt to my lips, and I inhaled without thinking. As my mind floated, I felt happy to finally serve my purpose. Continued in Part 3

You Can't Outsmart a Stealther Part 3 Bryan was nearly asleep when the chime of his cell phone brought him out of his haze. He grabbed his phone and saw the text message that he was both dreading, yet somehow hoping he might eventually receive. Sam: ru up? Bryan didn't know what to do. Sam is the best fuck he ever had. But, Bryan regretted getting fucked raw twice by a guy that was poz. He had never been so uncertain about anything in his life before. And, he was hoping that perhaps he could just forget it and put it behind him. He decided not to reply. Another text message followed. Sam: i think you want more poz cum up ur hole. Bryan stared at the screen in the pitch dark. As much as the words on the display haunted him, he found himself once again inexplicably aroused. He tried not to think about those two nights - the nights when he surrendered to the best fuck of his life. Bryan put the phone back on the night stand. Moments later, it persisted to chime and light up again. Sam: you know u want it again. don't be shy. i don't wanna fuck anyone but u now. and i know u want my poz cum fucked into you again. don't deny it. Bryan sighed to himself. He knew what would happen if he replied. And he was determined to end this deadly affair now. He tapped out his reply. Bryan: hey Sam. ur hott, and I really like u but we can't do this anymore. i shouldn't have done it. i'm sorry. please stop asking. Sam: We can't do what anymore? Bryan: no more fucking my ass. Sam: ru sure? I know how much u iked it. Bryan's mind was racing once again; and he found himself yearning desperately for Sam to be inside him but he resisted the urge to reply. It wasn't worth it. Another chime and the phone's screen lit up again. Bryan saw a video icon within the text message. Confused, he tapped on it. What unfolded soon shocked him. Bryan squinted to make out the slightly dark and grainy video that unfolded in front of him. It didn't take him long to recognize the audio within the video: "Cum in my ass! Fuck your poz cum into my ass!" nearly screamed out of the phone. That son of a bitch, Bryan thought and he fired back a message. Bryan: What the fuck?! U recorded that?! You're a fucking asshole! Sam: hey, I didn't do it to piss u off. I did it because I didn't want u to accuse me of raping your ass. U can barely make out it's you. it just looks like some hot guy begging for poz cum. no one would know it's u. Bryan: fuck u! u shouldn't be shoving that shit in my face! Sam: I didn't shove anything in ur face. I shoved it up your ass as I recall. and u begged for more and more. don't blame me for giving u want u wanted. Bryan stared at the messages unfolding on his display. His anger was being tempered by a growing sense of wanting and urgency again. He tried to ignore the half-hard erection underneath his sheets and frantically tapped out a reply. Bryan: I made a mistake. No more fucking! Sam: I don't believe u. Bryan: I mean it! fuck off!! Sam: fine, I will. but answer me one question. how many times have u jacked off thinking about me inside you? Bryan stared at the screen, and wanted to put the phone down, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Bryan: it doesn't matter. Sam: even if it's the best fuck u ever had? Bryan's cock was betraying him. It fully hardened as he tried not to think about the massive cock that pleasured him twice before. Bryan: ur a good fuck, maybe the best. i just can't do it. Sam: i've already filled your ass with my poz cum twice. what's one more time gonna hurt? Bryan: i don't want HIV okay? fine, i'll admit it. i love ur cock. ur the best fuck i ever had ok? I jack off thinking about u all the time. i crave ur cum in me. but i just cant do it. its nothing personal. Bryan was pleased with himself for being honest and direct. Sam: ru hard now? Bryan: it doesn't matter. no sex. Sam: i love the way you begged for my poz load up your hole. you just don't seem very sure about what u want. but, im not gonna argue. im gonna miss shoving my big cock into ur tight hole and unloading. Bryan felt a moment of relief; then a moment of despair. If he wasn't gonna let Sam fuck him again, he still wanted to talk about it; and re-imagine it. Bryan: thanks. im gonna miss you shoving ur big cock up my hole too. you're the best top i ever had! it's just .. i can't do it. it's too bad bc i love the way you fuck me. Bryan wanted to delete the last sentence, but it was already sent. A few moments later, the conversation took an unexpected direction. Sam: i'll wear a condom. i really like u. i'll fuck u with a condom. Bryan's cock was throbbing, and his mind continued to race. It didn't even occur to him that a condom was an option at this point. Bryan was excited about the prospect, and slowly tapped out his answer. Bryan: oh, i didnt think u would do that. ok, u can fuck me with a condom. how soon can u be over? Sam: give me 30 minutes, leave the door opened like last time. Over the next half hour, Bryan slowly fingered lube around and into his ass sliding two or three fingers into his hole to prepare for the big treat on its way. Remembering how sore he got last time, he applied the lube generously; and fingered it deep into his hole, both pleasuring and readying himself as he imagined Sam owning him again. He played back the video on his phone over and over, watching the best fuck of his life. It's okay this time, Sam thought to himself, he'll wear a condom. Time seemed to drag for an eternity, but eventually he heard the front door open. Sam walked down the dimly lit hallway again; and found Bryan laying naked on his bed, slowly stroking himself. Sam sat on the bed and broke the "bad" news to Bryan. " hey .. the convenient store was closed. i couldn't get any condoms." Bryan was confused, "what?!" and Bryan looked at the clock. It was nearly 2 oclock in the morning. And in their neighborhood, the convenience stores closed at 11:00. Sam was persistent though "maybe we can just jerk off together?" Bryan wanted more; but could't bring himself to say it. "ok, yeah." Sam layed down next to Bryan, pulled off his shorts and t-shirt. Bryan reached for Sam's cock and was surprised how big it felt, even though it was only semi-hard. "Yeah ... take that cock," Sam urged him on. Bryan continued to slowly pull on his favorite cock as it slowly grew in his hand. Sam knew how much Bryan loved his cock; and tried to find a way to convince Bryan to take it raw once again. "Why don't you roll on your stomach and let me massage you?" Sam asked. Bryan was suspicious; but admittedly, he couldn't resist presenting his ass to Sam. So, Bryan rolled onto his stomach. Sam propped himself on his knees and straddled Bryan's ass; and his cock laid on the small of Bryan's back. Sam started massaging Bryan's shoulders;and slowly worked his way down Bryan's back. Bryan tried to ignore the weight of Sam's mostly-hard enormous cock resting on his back; and he couldn't believe how heavy it felt as it rested just a few inches above his crack. As Sam's hands moved closer to Bryan's ass, he found himself secretly hoping that Sam might just take advantage of him. The thought of the big cock raping his hole almost made Bryan cum for a moment. "Damn, your cock feels so heavy. I almost forgot how huge it is," Bryan confessed, "maybe you can just rub my crack with it a little bit. Just don't put it in, okay?" Sam didn't say a word. He felt Bryan's ass would be his again any moment now; and rubbed his thick piece slowly up and down Bryan's hairless crack. "Mmmm," Bryan said softly as he felt the familiar massive cock teasing his crack just a couple of inches away from his wanting hole. Sam leaned forward pressed his body against Bryan's more tightly so that his balls would rub right on Bryan's fuckhole. The unexpected warmth of Sam's balls made Bryan shudder in delight. "Fuck, that feels good," Bryan admitted, "grind me harder like that." Sam repositioned his cock so that it slid between Bryan's legs; and lightly touched his hole as he slowly but firmly slid in and out of Bryan's inner thights, occasionally making contact with Bryan's ballsack. Bryan gasped as he felt Sam's cock brush up against his hole. He instinctively bucked back, "oh God, that feels so fucking good. why do u have to be poz?" Sam ignored the question and continued to tease Bryan's hole as he slide in and out of in-between his legs. Every few seconds, he would brush up against Bryan's hole; only to have Bryan moan more loudly with each touch. "Oh, be careful, I have a lot of lube there," Bryan warned. Despite saying that, Bryan kept slowly adjusting his position to help his hole line up with Sam's shaft and tip. Damn, I want it, Bryan couldn't help but to think. The top half of Sam's cock was feeling slippery as he picked a little lube with each pass and stroke. It was time to test the waters, Sam decided. He probed around near Bryan's hole with his tip and gave a little push when he found the hole - just enough to remind Bryan of what he was missing. Bryan tensed up as he felt Sam's cock head pressed against his hole. He was trying to think clearly, but was having a hard time doing so. Every part of his body was craving the big dick to be inside him. "No," Bryan mumbled while he moved his hands to the back of Sam's legs pulling Sam closer into him. "We better stop before it slips in," Sam suggested, knowing full well that Bryan would not stop at this point. He continued to gently press on Bryan's hole, awaiting Bryan's response. "Why do you have to be so hot?" was Bryan's response. "Just slip it in a little, okaY? Not the whole thing." Sam smiled to himself, and gave just a little more aggressive push, and easily slid his tip into the overly-lubed hole. "oh fuck!" Bryan squealed as he felt the penetration. Sam held it in place for a few moments and leaned forward towards Bryan's ear "What's in your ass right now?" Bryan moaned and replied, "your cock." Sam wasn't satisfied with the answer. "What cock?" Bryan was trying not to think about it, but felt compelled to answer, "poz cock." Sam pushed in a little more. "Ohh!" Bryan said with delight. I can't believe I'm letting a poz dick into my ass again, Bryan thought to himself. He knew there was no stopping though. It felt beyond amazing. Sam softly asked Bryan another question as he paused mid-insertin, "do you want some more?" Bryan immediately replied, "yes." "more what?" Sam asked. "More poz cock," Bryan said softly as he felt his cock become rock hard against the sheets. "You're gonna get a LOT more," Sam emphasized, and then forcefully shoved another few inches into Bryan. "FUCK!" Bryan shouted, "Oh FUCK!" Sam leaned forward once again and whispered, "i'm about to fucking OWN you." He then jabbed the rest of his thickness balls deep into Bryan to reinforce the point. Bryan gasped and nearly lost his breath by the painful, but oddly pleasurable jab. He immediately felt the satisfaction of having his ass completely fill in - the way only Sam could do it. Sam slowly pulled out a couple of inches, and forced another painful jab into Bryan. "Shit!" Bryan exclaimed. "SO much cock!" Sam slowly pumped in and out for a few moments and then recalled the last time he came was with Bryan. "Hey, I I haven't cum since the last time I fucked you. I have about two weeks worth of cum built up. Can I still cum in you?" Bryan asked as he kept invading Bryan's fuckhole. "FUck yeah!" Bryan couldn't resist but to submit. Rational thought was no longer possible. Once again, he was surrendering to his most beloved cock inside him. Sam pressed on the matter, "it's gonna be a massive amount of poz cum filling up your ass. are u sure you want it?' "Yes! I want it! Please keep fucking me. Fill my ass with your cum. I don't care anymore," he had difficulty saying in between gasps, "own my ass. Fuck your poz cum into my ass!" Sam grinned to himself. He knew Bryan would give in again; and proceeded to long dick fuck the ass he now owned pulling almost all the way out after every thrust and slamming it in again. "OH .. MY .. FUCK .. OH FUCK!!!" was all Bryan could say. Sam paused for a moment, leaned in and asked, "so .. no more bullshit from now on .. you're my poz cum slut whore, right?" "Yes!" Bryan snapped back, "keep fucking me!" Sam savored the moment and continued the agonizing pause with Bryan, "Tell me how much you want my poz cum up your hole now, and I'll give it to you." Bryan didn't hesitate for a moment, "please fuck your poz cum into my hole. give it to me! i want it soo bad! poz my ass! i'm yours. please POZ MY ASS!!!!" Sam resumed his frantic pace and drove his big dick relentlessly into Bryan's craving boyhole. Bryan feared Sam would stop if he didn't encourage him, and found he now loved the poz talk and so demanded, "poz my ass! pound my ass with your huge poz dick!!!" Bryan's words were interrupted momentarily when Sam occasionally jabbed him. "Poz me! I l LOVE it ! Fuck ! Fuck !" Bryan nearly sang. "That's right," Sam answered, "get ready for the biggest poz load you'll ever take. your ass is mine!" The combination of anticipation, fear and arousal caused Bryan to tremble uncontrollably while he nearly drooled for the large load promised him. Moments later, Sam quickened his pace with hard balls-deep thrusts and unloaded inside Bryan. Bryan felt the tightening and growing of Sam's already large hard cock just before a wetness invaded his hole. Sam continued to fuck, and Bryan jacked his cock once, and let his own load erupt onto his stomach and sheets beneath him. "oh SHIT! oh SHITTTTTTT!" Bryan yelled in ecstacy, "i'm getting pozzed!!" "Yeah, take my big poz load you bitch" Sam said softly as he pulled all the way out; and shoved all the way back in to make sure as much of his load would remain inside, "your ass belongs to me now." Bryan was surprised to feel Sam's cock still twitching inside his hole; and how wet his ass was feeling. The only thing he found himself regretting was that this fuck was over. When Sam pulled out, Bryan felt immediately saddened. Bryan had never been one to kiss much even when turned on. But, he was so grateful for the incredible fuck he just received, he found himself kissing and tonguing Sam's mouth for minutes to follow. Somehow, the fear Bryan once felt had melted away; and a new leaf was turned. He gave in to the inevitable. Sam had successfully and fully seduced Bryan the first night they met. Bryan was just now accepting it. Bryan happily agreed to let Sam sleep next to him; only if Sam promised to wake him up in the middle of the night with another incredible and irresistible fuck. Sam did not disappoint all three times that night.

Bryan couldn't sleep. His mind was racing. The night before, he just got stealth fucked while playing with a couple he met online. Bryan replayed the events in his mind. He was still upset; yet was surprised to find himself rock hard as he recalled Sam exclaiming "you're getting MY poz cock!!!" The fucking was so intense. Bryan let the words echo in his mind as he remembered how he was begging for poz cock. Before Bryan knew it, he was stroking his cock underneath his blanket. He stopped himself as he realized what he was doing. I can't believe I'm jerking off about that asshole that lied and fucked me, he thought. Bryan decided to text Sam and give him a piece of his mind. The text exchange took an unexpected turn: Bryan: i can't believe you fucking lied and came in me Sam: oh i was waiting for this Bryan: what do u mean you were waiting for this? you're a dick! Sam: i don't know what you mean. you begged for poz cock. Bryan: fuck you! you know i thought your friend was poz. Sam: i think you misheard us. why did you yell that u wanted poz cock then? Sam thought for a moment. Did he misunderstand them? No. . he certainly didn't. That was bullshit. But, the question lingered in his head for a moment: why did he beg for poz cock? The texting resumed. Sam: i bet u jacked off thinking about me owning your ass too. u liked my poz cock invading ur ass. Bryan: no, i was pissed. u shouldn't have done that! and u should not have cum in me. that's fucked up! Sam: well, u shouldn't have begged for it. i had no choice but to unload my week's worth of cum in u after you begged for poz cock. Bryan was confused. He was upset; but so aroused. All he wanted to do was keep talking about it. Bryan: omg. u jizzed a week's worth of cum into me?! Sam: yeah, i filled u with a huge load, then fucked it deep into you. u loved it so much, u were trembling. u came just as i unloaded in you. Bryan: well, i only came bc you fucked so good; but i didn't want it. Sam: u wanted it; and you want it again. Bryan: what?! Sam: look i know what ur going thru. i felt the same after i got pozzed. but i know that u want me to come fuck you again. Bryan: uh .. no Sam: u want me and Devon to take turns fucking ur ass. Bryan: well, if u weren't poz, yeah .. i guess i might. Sam: too bad .. Devon flew back to Los Angeles. only cock that could fuck ur hole now is my 8.5 inches of poz cock. Bryan: it's just. idk. it was so hott. but idk Sam: you know what u want. ur just afraid to admit it. i'll make this easy. im going to take a quick shower. and then i'm coming over. if u want me to fuck ur ass again, leave the door cracked open, and then be there waiting naked for me. Bryan: are you crazy? like im just gonna let you fuck me again like that?! Sam: i'll be there in 30 minutes. if the door is open, i'll come back to your bedroom and eat ur ass and shove my big cock back into ur hole and give you what u rly want. Bryan's heart was beating so fast. He stared at the words on his cell phone; but didn't know what to do. he decided not to reply; so that he wouldn't be tempted. The moments that past seemed like an eternity. "Should I leave the door open?" Bryan wondered to himself. "what the fuck am I thinking?" he asked himself. -- About Thirty Minutes Later -- Sam found what he expected. Bryan's door was cracked open. The only light he could detect was a nightlight in the hall leading back to Bryan's bedroom, also left open a crack. Sam let himself into Bryan's room and admired the smooth young ass that he was about to own. Bryan heard the creak of the door. Stomach down and ass up, his head was turned away from the door. He couldn't look Sam in the eye, even though he his cock was hard with anticipation. Sam started by licking Bryan's hole. Bryan tried not to make any noise but slipped out a "mmmm." Sam took off his shirt and shorts. Then, he wet the tips of his fingers with spit and applied it to this thick mushroom tip. He ate Bryan's ass some more to make sure Bryan was primed. Sam climbed atop of Bryan and slid his cock into Bryan's crack. "Just don't be so rough this time," Bryan whispered. "Shhh," Sam hushed Bryan and slowly pushed his cock into Bryan's tight wanting hole. "Oh fuck, go slow" Bryan replied. He nearly forgot how much it hurt at first. "Shh, " Sam replied again. "OH MY GOD," Bryan belted out. "fuck. so big. fuck!" Sam slowly worked his cock into Bryan's hole, and slowly picked up the pace. The pain eased to pleasure as Bryan once again got used to the large cock inside him. Sam whispered into his ear, "i know you wanted it . you're such a whore for poz cock now." Bryan didn't answer. He didn't know what to think. Al he knew is that it felt amazing. Sam jammed it all the way in; and left himself pushed in; and said to Bryan "tell me you want my poz cock." Bryan was too afraid to say anything. "Tell me," Sam insisted "or I'll stop fucking you now." Sheepishly, Bryan muttered "i want poz cock." "What?!" Sam demanded. "I want your poz cock" Bryan said somewhat louder and then grunted while Sam gave him another jab. "You don't sound very certain. Say it and mean it bitch!" Sam ordered as he pick up his pace. "I WANT YOUR POZ COCK!" Bryan complied; and his body shuddered as he felt the big cock owning his ass again. "You want it harder?" Sam asked. "FUCK YEAH! Fuck me harder!!!!" Bryan could hear himself yelling, in disbelief that he was begging for Sam's cock again. Every time Bryan thought about stopping, the waves of pleasure he felt kept him from denying the cock he was enjoying so thoroughly. "Where should I cum?" Sam asked as he was getting close to cumming. Bryan was nearing his climax as well. "Cum in my ass!" Bryan replied. "Fuck your poz cum into my ass!!!!" Bryan screamed as he felt his cock about to explode. "Here it comes! Take my poz load you slut!" Sam retorted as he jack-hammered Bryan's hole and unloaded inside him. "FUCK!!!!" Bryan shouted as he erupted as well. It felt like Sam was pumping a gallon of cum into Bryan. Sam finally got off Bryan and immediately started putting on his clothes. "Wait," Bryan said as he tried to make sense of this frenzied fuck. "Sorry, gotta go. Text me next time you need another poz load fucked into you, bitch." And with that, Sam had left; and Bryan felt a satisfaction he never expected he could feel.

Yeah, I love to swallow, love the taste. I've got a regular thing going with an older guy living near me, he's only in to blowjobs and really gets off on me swallowing so I've been doing it a lot lately.