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Chapter 1: By the time I was 23 I had become quite a cum slut. I couldn’t seem to get enough cock and cum inside me, I would hook up with younger guys, older guys – I had to have cock. Before that It took me all of about a year to go from just being a bareback bottom to full on bug chasing and I wanted a man to convert me. I’ve always barebacked. I think bare is the only way I men should fuck, and I was getting fucked a lot -- especially right before I converted. To a point, I mostly didn’t think a lot about getting infected, I just wanted to take loads from as many guys as I could and occasionally share mine. The anonymous encounters were the best and always got my cock squirting. Then something happened that had not happened before, one of my favorite fuck buds informed me that he had just tested positive for HIV. I didn’t react badly, to be honest, we wound up talking on the phone and in person about it. We were pretty close for fuckbuds and one thing led to another … he fucked me and stayed the night, neither of us seemed to care. We had been chasing HIV, we weren’t dumb, and so it wasn’t entirely a surprise when one of us tested poz. I even created a profile on BBRT with a status of 'Positive' and began exclusively hooking up with guys whose status was listed as 'Positive', 'Undetectable', or 'Not sure'. The versatile 'Not sure' guys were my favorite guilty pleasure. Sure enough at some point, one of the many loads of cum I took, maybe even the one of the ones from my fuck bud, sealed the deal for me. I remember the day I got the news. Since the time my fuck bud told me he tested poz I had tried to mentally prepare myself for those words, I had been having a lot of bareback sex with him and lots of other guys, and I thought to myself, 'I guess you got what you wanted. Now you’re a poz cum slut'. To some it might seem perverted but I boned up when I got the call about my test results. The nurse confirmed it and, of course, the doctor, who I thought was kind of hot, wanted me to come back in to discuss treatment. I honestly had a raging hard-on the entire time he talked to me, and while part of me hoped he didn’t notice, part of me hoped he did. Anyhow, he told me that day that my viral load was very high, in fact it was almost one million. He also told me my viral load might well continue to rise for a while, and I should avoid sexual contact, as there was a substantial risk that at this point, more than down the line, that I would infect any guys with whom I played. I got back to my car, a little sweaty, head spinning, and realized I was incredibly turned on; I’d had a lot of sex chasing this bug and testing poz just now was the result of that. I was just 23 years old, and I was HIV+. An evil grin crossed my face, I knew that a lot of other men, hopefully, would end up HIV+ at the firing end of this boy’s rock hard dick. I jacked off right there in the hospital parking lot. Sweaty, tired and covered in poz cum, I took off my shirt, wiped up the mess, and drove home. (The backstory ... I decided to create a new story ... more chapters to follow soon, hope you guys enjoy)

It was late Spring this year, and I was feeling horny to Fuck some Cute Ass. I don't use any of these apps, as I like to make a real connection in a bar I went to my usual place, just an ordinary Gay bar in Soho, where Fetish guys also attend. On my second poison of choice (Double Vodka and Coke), this rough looking Guy dressed all in Leather, knee length Boots, trousers, shirt, and even the Masters cap, gave me a knowing smile, walked to wear I was sat, sat next to me, and just started kissing me. His moustache aroused my loins, whilst his firm forceful tongue made me feel submissive. And I am a TOP! He said he saw me walk at the bar earlier, and he had admired my ASS through my Jeans. Coupled with my Boyish looks for my age, he thought I was Bottom, telling me how he'd LOVE to Fuck me and Cum inside me! His directness suited his attire! I told him I am a Top, and that I always use condoms. Direct, and Honest, he told me he was HIV Positive, and briefly told me how he'd done some combination therapies over the years, but for the past 2 years he was off all Medz. He bought us a few round of drinks in one go. We drank, kissed, laughed, groped each other. Then, all of a sudden, to join my increasing alcohol intoxication, I felt an instant Euphoric rush, and it stayed there. 'What did you put in my drink'? His response was a simple Dirty smirk, undone the top button to my Jeans, slipped his hand down and inside my pants, and started to gently probe my hole. Under the influence of intoxication and his assertiveness, I let out a loud moan. He grabbed my rucksack, took my hand, and led me out of the bar. Any longer we'd have been thrown out. He hailed a Taxi, and on our journey back to wherever, he held the back of my head firmly into his Leather crotch, grinding into my face. The smell of his Leather, his perverse control, and my intoxication, I was aching and dripping. Once inside our destination, he stripped me naked, and ordered me to stand still. He circled me a number of times, laughing evilly to himself, saying things like 'Fuck Yeah', and 'What a Perfect Ass', and spanking me several times. I have been spanked before, but never really enjoyed it that much. Of course, I have always loved to do it. BUT, now, it teased me! Again, taking my hand, he led me to the bathroom, and ordered me to lie on the towel that was in the bath. Already set up was an enema kit. He said this would add to the dynamic of our FUN evening ahead. He lubricated the catheter and inserted it into my VERY tight hole (I have only been Fucked a few times until this point, being a Top 15 years or so ever since). He explained I might get stomach cramps, and if so I were to Breath deeply and hold in the water with Muscle control. Once all the water was in he made me hold it for about 10 Minutes, then, I released into the toilet. As it came out, intense waves of Euphoria hit me repeatedly for a few Minutes. I was told to get into the Bath again, where he wet my hole, and shaved it. After, turning on the shower, and ordering me to wash away the loose hair from my hole, and saying I must gently feel my body as the water cascades over me. I did as I was told, and felt every nerve tingle as I touched, and shuddered. WOW!! He dried me off, then made me kneel in front of him, and that I had to look up into his eyes and not avert my gaze. 'From now on, when I say your name, 'Pig', you will address me as 'Master', OK, !?' 'Yes' 'Yes what?' 'Yes Master'. I was a bit off of my face, BUT, I still knew what was going on. Part of me couldn't believe I was letting this happen, BUT, I knew it must be a natural untapped inner dark desire of mine'. His Leather trousers were done up by 2 adjacent buttons that formed a belt for the waist. Either side were 2 zips, that when undone, opened up a flap to reveal his Dick. He unzipped, slowly pulling down the flap, revealing his semi hard uncut Pre-cum oozing Dick in front of my face. Reaching behind to his back pocket, he took out a large handkerchief, and blindfolded me. One hand holding the back of my head, the other guiding his Dick, he smeared his Pre-cum all over my lips, being Verbal with degrading names. I did tell him in the pub earlier that I didn't like the taste of Pre-cum, or Spunk. Here I was, lapping up his salty clear sap. With both hands pulling my head in, he rocked slowly, his length and girth expanding. I felt some drops of Pre-cum squirt to the back of my tongue, as he held firm and steady for at least 5 Minutes, with short hard grinds and thrusts! 'On your back, Pig'. 'Yes, Master'. He threw my pelvis into the air, and started to lick and chew my 'soft smooth pink pussy' as he calls it. Lick and chew, lick and chew. Smacking my Pussy lips in a fast rhythm with the tips of his fingers. I was arching my back, groaning, finding myself giving in to his desire for my flesh more and more. He slipped a finger in, and knew exactly what and where to find, my Prostate. He pressed firm, and rode around in rhythmic circles. Then slipping in a second finger, and keeping up the pressure, with more degrading Verbal. I myself was really leaking Pre-cum, which he scooped up and spread over my face, slapping my face. 'I'm going to teach you how to be a proper Cum whore, aren't I, Pig?' 'Yes, Master'. If anyone had said that to me before I would have told them where to go. BUT, I had submitted, and would continue to keep going darker! Pushing my thighs back, he placed his Bare Dick on my chewed up, wet, and now a little bit sore Pussy. He pushed in part way the head to his Bare Dick. 'My Pig still want his Master to use a condom'? I hesitated. I always had it drilled into me about safe sex. It was NEVER negotiable. But his Bare Dick head was toying with what I 'knew' best. Rationality finally kicked in... 'Yes Please, Master'. His whole demeanor suddenly switched up 20 notches. 'GET UP'. No addressing me as 'Pig'. He spat in my face and slapped me. 'GEEEEETT UUUHP'. I got up, and he grabbed me by my forearm, and led me through what seemed like at least 2 rooms reception rooms. A door to an obviously sound proofed basement opened, and I could suddenly hear thumping Techno Music. I was led down the steep stairs, and thrown into a Sling. No sooner had that happened, I felt both wrists and ankles be restrained. What!? OK, there are at least 3 other people down here. I felt an odd pressure on my upper left arm. Followed shortly by a short quick jabbing pain, then a longer more intense pain. My Heart rate, breathing increased immediately. I started sweating and shaking immediately. And I was writhing in Fucking ecstasy, with every hole anyone and everyone's. I was invincible!! I heard my Master say, 'Take off my Pig's blindfold'. 'Look at the door to your left Pig'. I looked, and the door had in big red letters; 'Master's AIDS Den', with a picture of a Demon above it. Normally that would scare the hell out of me. Now? My Pussy actually twitched! 'Now look ahead, and directly into my eyes, and don't look anywhere else until I have instructed'. My Master had exchanged his Leather shirt for a Harness which perfectly complimented his hairy chest. He has the most huge long nipples! 'Hey Pig'. 'Hey Master'. Our eyes locked. He now and then glanced at his piece of paper and read out the following; 'There are 54 attendees to this HIV Conversion Party, all are wearing an associated wristband... Red wristband ~ Infected 10 yrs or longer, and have either never been on Medz, or been off all Medz 1 year+ = 35 attendees Green wristband ~ Newly infected and diagnosed in the past 6 Months and not on Medz = 14 attendees Black wristband ~ Full Blown AIDS! = 4 attendees, including myself. Blue ~ Negative = 1... That is you Pig, you are my Special Guest, my chosen one! No one may use my Pig until after I've converted him'. FUCK! This Twisted Fucker had this all planned out, very carefully! He undone my restrained left arm, and put on my Blue Wristband. He stepped to one side and said, 'Look straight ahead'. I looked into full length wall mirrors and could see many of the other attendees, and a very well equipped dungeon!! I was in my WORST nightmare, yet, I WANTED it!! I was turned on immensely by everything, especially my Master's personality that would and did change instantaneously!! He undone my other 3 restraints, and with warmth said, 'Up you get Pig'. I feebly got up, with the help of some other guys. I stood at the end of the Sling, knees bent, barely able to stand. My Master carried me near to the edge of a rubber Mattress, at a slight angle to wall mirrors. He took off his Boots and Leather Trousers, then slipped back on his knee length Boots, so in nothing but Boots, and his Harness. He lit up a Cigar, got in between my legs, and banged his throbbing Dick on my hungry wet Pussy. Leaning over me he looked deep into my eyes, took puff after puff of his Cigar and blew it into my face! Pushing down on his dick with his thumb, his Cock Head entered my hole! I let out a HUGE shaking whimper, as I felt us connect on every level. My head dropped to the Rubber Mattress, and fell sideways. I saw him in the mirror pulling on his nipples, puffing on his Cigar, and only fucking me with the Head of his Dick. I caught sight of his very much wasted ASS, and yet, I couldn't stand another moment not being infected by my Master. 'Master, FUUUUHCK me, PLEEEEEASE, FUUUUHCK me NOW. Fuck me HARD. CuM inside me, PLEEEEASE, I NEEEEED you running through me FOREVER!!'. He slid in all the way, held, leaned into my ear, and gently said, 'You WANT My AIDS, Pig'? My fists clenching scrunching hold of the Rubber Mattress, back arching, I whimpered and pleaded; 'YES Master, GIVE me YOUR Demonic Seed. Charge me up'. What the hell was I saying. I had read fantasy stories like this, BUT never ever in my wildest imagination would believe something so sick like this would actually happen, and to ME! Master took his Dick out, got up, walked off. Eh? We had gained an audience and there were several guys wanking around me. Master came back wearing a condom, and instantly penetrated me, and started Fucking me with a decent steady rhythm. He was actually Fucking me, BUT, with a Condom!? 'PLEEEEEASE, take it off, NO, take it off. Breed me! Make me YOURS! INFECT me with your AIDS Master'. 'Good Boy Pig! You've passed the test'. He pulled his Dick out... 'Just as well Master soaked this Rubber in Baby oil'. He gave it one sharp tug, and it snapped! Rolling it down his shaft, and using it as a Cock ring! Pushing my thighs back, he lined up his Dick to my Pussy hole, and slid all the way in. Master said; 'PULL his legs apart'. 2 Guys pulled my legs apart as far as they'd stretch, holding that stretch as my Master Fucked me. Now Fucking me properly... BARE, and with long hard thrusts!!! Master put both of his hands over my throat (I was struggling to breath and swallow properly). He was Grunting, and growling... 'Yeah... Yeah...Yeah'. Suddenly I saw a Demonic EVIL look in his eyes... 'Yeah... Yeah... Yeah'. He was now Fucking me Fast & Hard, repeating over and over 'Yeah... Yeah... Yeah'. I was choking. His strokes became harder and shorter, his grip on my throat became tighter, his eyes pierced mine, looking at me with pure HATE, his entire body tightening... He let out an almighty 'YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES', and he flooded my guts with his high viral load SEED! The 2 other guys stretching out my legs, let go, and my Master fucked his EVIL SEED into me, for at least another 5 Minutes, a light, yet steady firm rhythm, rocking in and out. He leaned in, and said, 'You are now My very own Dirty AIDS Pig' Regaining his composure, he climbed off of me, stood up, made me kneel in front of him, and suck him clean, patted my ASS, and walked off into the Mix. The 2 Guys that were holding my legs apart were straight in there, still in my kneeling position I was dragged into doggy and got spit roasted! The guy up my ASS didn't last long, just a few minutes, gripping onto arms tightly as he shot DEEP into my ASS. I was pulled up to kneeling again and the guy Fucking my face started pounding aggressively, and on the in stroke he held my head tight, I choked, tears streaming down my face as I tried to get to be able to breath, and felt HOT Sperm hit the back of my throat, go down my throat, and fill my mouth (was a BIG Load). I looked up at my throat Fucker, Mouth open, let the excess Sperm dribble down my chin, and swallowed the rest. He smeared the remaining dribbling Spunk all over my face. I fucking LOVED it!! The guy that gave me my second load up my ASS also made me lick his Dick clean. For the first time ever, I'd just taken loads up my Ass, and down my throat, and in my Mouth... And all Poz! And highly Viral at that! Much more happened that night, and day, of course, but, think I have said enough!

PART 8 – NOT A FAG “Fuck yeah, buddy,” I replied, picking up the pipe and motioning toward the back patio. “We’ll definitely smoke some more. But first, let’s see what Brian and Jesse are up to.” Dalton grabbed my arm, taking a half-step backward. “Wait, bro. I just want to be clear about one thing.” “What’s that, bud?” “I know you guys are gay, and that’s cool. I’m totally cool with that. Really. And look, I’m fine hanging out naked if we’re gonna smoke some more of that shit. But…I’m not—well…” “You’re not what?” “I’m not…a fag, OK?” “Sorry—what?” “I said I’m not a fag, bro.” “Ah. No problem, buddy—works for me. Not a fag? OK, then you’re not a fag.” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Like I said, I’m cool with you guys. But I have a girlfriend, and I'm not into dick. OK?” “I understand, buddy. There’s plenty of faggot to go around this afternoon, so I’m cool with you just hanging out—in, you know, a non-faggoty way.” “Great. Thanks.” Dalton’s face relaxed into a sheepish smile. Then he glanced down at his cock, which seemed to be doing everything in its power to close the distance between us—stretching a good eight or nine inches away from his flat stomach, throbbing in my direction as it curved slightly upward, a bead of precum forming at the piss-slit. He laughed appreciatively, causing his dick to twitch. “I guess that smoke makes me pretty horny, huh?” “That’s the best thing about it, buddy. It makes all of us fuckin' horny.” I reached over to the counter and grabbed a shot of G, adding a little Gatorade to it, then told Dalton to drink up. “This shit tastes a little nasty, so make sure to follow it with a chaser.” He nodded and threw the shot back, grimacing as he grabbed the bottle of Gatorade and took a giant gulp. “Dude, what the fuck was that?” I smiled to myself, always relishing those moments when boys ask questions when it's already too late. “Just something called G, bud,” I replied, doing my best to sound casual. “It’s sort of like a strong shot of Jägermeister.” “Fuck, that better be a lot stronger than Jäger, dude. That was fuckin’ disgusting.” “Trust me, buddy.” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder as I felt the heat radiate from his young, muscled body—all those chems just beginning to do their work. “Just trust me, OK?” He nodded, and I led him out to the patio, where my favorite faggots were hard at work: Brian was sitting in one of the deck chairs, his dick lodged deep inside Jesse’s hole. Jesse squatted over him, his shoulderblades pressed against Brian’s chest, craning his neck back for a deep, sloppy kiss. Meanwhile, Brian wrapped his hairy, muscular arms around the jockboy’s smooth body, both of them lost in the glazed-eye twilight of a deep chemfuck. My attention immediately went to Jesse’s ass as it stretched around Brian’s poz dick, the boy’s chem-fueled fuckhole hungrily pulsing in a deep, steady rhythm. I glanced over at Dalton, who had clearly noticed the same thing. “Holy fuck,” he said under his breath, absent-mindedly reaching down to grab his dick. The sound of his voice—deeper than usual, with just a hint of a growl—immediately brought Brian and Jesse to attention. “Fuck! I'm so fuckin' sorry, Dalton,” said Jesse, doing his best to sound ashamed while keeping that raw dick firmly lodged in his hungry hole. “We didn’t mean to freak you out. Is this OK?” “Yeah, it’s cool, buddy,” Dalton said hoarsely, trying to signal his approval with an awkward wave of his hand. “Gay shit doesn’t bug me, bro. You know that.” “Well, that’s a good thing, straightboy,” Brian replied, his eyes locked on Dalton’s. “Because this gay shit won’t be stopping anytime soon. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m pulling out of this boy’s hole until he’s dripping with my cum.” Dalton hesitated for a moment, lost in the intensity of Brian’s stare, before letting out a forced laugh. “Hey, do your thing, bro. Just don’t count on me joining in.” “Fine by me, dude,” Jesse replied. “More dick for this faggot.” “That’s right boy,” Brian said to him, thrusting his cock just a little deeper. “Now show me what a hungry chempig you really are.” The two of them dissolved back into a kiss, and Dalton and I stared at Brian’s fat dick as it grew fatter still, stretching that boyhole even wider than before. “It’s all good,” I said to Dalton in a low, quiet, even voice, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder—and causing his cock to jerk upward with another twitch. “Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll find you some good pussy porn?” “Fuck, that sounds good to me,” he said with relief, seemingly unable to stop staring at Jesse’s pulsing fuckhole as it milked the precum from Brian’s poz cock. “But hey: weren’t we gonna smoke first, bro?” “Oh, damn! My bad, buddy. Here you go.” Once again, I held the pipe to his lips and heated the bowl, letting the tip of my cock graze his outer thigh as I whispered instructions to this newest chempig-in-training. And once again, he inhaled a lungful of smoke, leaning his head back and blowing a giant cloud—his hips countering with a slow, sensual forward-thrust of his cock. I fed him two more hits after that, each time letting my dick rest a little more firmly against his leg. Then I gave him a friendly smack on the ass and told him to meet me inside. As Dalton walked away, Brian moaned softly, his eyes following the rise and fall of our Neighbor Boy’s muscled ass. “Please tell me I get to fuck that boy now,” he said under his breath. “I can’t fuckin’ hold back any more.” “You will—don’t worry,” I replied. “But first we need to solve a tiny problem.” “What’s that?” “Well, see…he’s not a faggot. According to him, anyway.” “That’s nothing new,” said Brian. “True. I’ve seen dudes with sloppy asses dripping 10 fresh loads, yet still claiming to be straight.” “Fuck that. We’ll make this boy a faggot, and make him fuckin’ like it. We just need to help him see things…our way.” “Ah: the power of persuasion.” “Fuck no,” Brian replied. “The power of a nice fat slam.”

From my perspective as a life long bottom is that most guys over rate their own cocks. Additionally, for me, size is nice of course, but skill as a top is always more welcome than a little more length or a bit more diameter. If guys spent more time trying to be GREAT as a top (something they CAN control) as opposed to worrying about dick dimensions (something largely out of their control) they would enjoy sex more...and the bottoms of the world would rejoice. Bottoms too need to understand that developing crazy ass skills and the ability to really work over a cock with your ass is always better than simply being a "tight hole". Tops and bottoms both love fucking and sharing cum......and the basics are pretty easy to learn. But those of us who try to earn a PHd in queer sex skills know life gets better the better you are at you preferred position. Simply poking a hole or laying there and taking it is nice......but really FUCKING well is wonderful....

You're absolutely right I guess a picture is worth a thousand words so here you guys go...

So I went to Berlin last weekend... I checked into my hotel around 8pm and instantly started getting my ass ready for my first evening in Berlin. I was going to the Biohazard party, a BB party for poz guys only, and by 10pm I was standing in a changing room, stripping down to my jockstrap and running shoes alongside a throng of other guys in various states of undress. I had met up with a Danish BB top outside the venue, so we started off with a beer in the bar. And then the fun began... At first I did that cruisy walking-around-waiting-to-be-grabbed thing, but after the first man had fucked me I just stayed on my hands and knees on the bench where he had fucked me and waited to see if another man would be tempted. Oh, boy... Yup, that strategy worked!!! In the beginning I guess I was a bit shy, sticking my ass in the air and hiding my face in my arms while men took turns in my hole, but as the evening wore on I grew into owning my sluttiness and brazenly looked around me as men were pounding my ass, making eye contact with on-lookers and inviting them to be next in line... The cocks were generally good. All shapes and sizes, but mainly average-to-large. Cock number 15 was quite average in size, but he kept changing angles as he fucked me, so he opened me up more than any of the previous cocks had done. At that point I was on hands and knees on a padded bench up against a wall with a huge mirror and lots of on-lookers. And then... Then came cock number 16! Damn... Ouch... He was thick, so I appreciated the work number 15 had done on my hole, but the worst/best was the length! It hurt every time he went deep - and he went deep with almost every thrust, making me cry out and pull faces every time he hit me hard inside... I guess I must have been quite a noisy bottom as he fucked me, because we drew quite a crowd... And thanks to the mirror on the wall right in front of me I could see them all - and they could see my face and my expressions of pain and ecstasy! They were actually cheering him on to fuck me harder and deeper, apparently turned on by a bottom getting fucked to the very limits of what he could take! (Except one very sweet guy who came up to me and wanted to check if I was okay... Awr... Filthy pigs can be caring! - And of course I was more than okay!) When he was done with me I really needed a break (I had also taken a break after cock number 7), but numbers 17 and 18 were waiting in line and it would just have been rude to turn them down... After number 18 I was beginning to get tired - and sore, but never mind; that was only to be expected! But I figured a break would enable me to take at least a few more cocks before throwing in the towel. So I took another 4 cocks and then decided on another break, but while I was sitting in the lounge this guy began fondling my cock through my jock strap. Sorry, but I couldn't care less about my cock in a setting like that, so I shifted a bit and leaned backwards enough that my hole was exposed, and then I removed his hand to my hole... He got the general idea and started fingering me a bit before pulling me up to a standing position, turning me around and bending me over. So he was number 23... He fucked me for a while, and then he invited his boyfriend to try my hole - number 24 - and they took turns fucking me right there in the lounge next to the food buffet! When they were done with me, though, I was done... It was getting very late and I was tired and had a wet, sore, fucked-out hole. I have no idea how many men came inside me, but it was quite a few, judging by the amount of cum I had leaked unto the hotel sheets when I woke up Saturday morning! ......................................................... So that was the Friday night... Well, I was also in Berlin on Saturday! I spent the day mooching about town and being cultural and so on - basically giving my still-sore hole a bit of a chance to recover from Friday night... Saturday afternoon I got myself ready once more and by 5:45pm I was at Fickstutenmarkt, getting naked along with the other mares / Stuten. Whereas getting changed on Friday had had that slightly sexy tinge of not knowing if I'd end up getting fucked by the guy changing next to me, on Saturday I knew I was getting changed with bottoms only. (At Fickstutenmarkt - "fuck-mare-market" - the bottoms arrive early and are completely naked, blindfolded and tied up when the stallions / tops arrive.) I made a tactical error, though. I should have tried to secure a place on one of the benches, but instead I wandered around and when the time came for the "stall-helpers" to blindfold us bottoms I was placed standing somewhere. (I really have no idea where I was!) This probably meant I didn't get as much cock as I could have had - and crucially it also meant I was standing up! Quite frankly, standing up for hours is not pleasant, and in time my feet and knees became sore way before my hole did. When you start thinking "actually, I'd rather like to just lie back in crisp, white hotel sheets" it's perhaps time to leave... So I only took 8 cocks at the Fickstutenmarkt, leaving at 9:45pm and being back at my hotel by 10pm... I'm pretty sure I could have taken a LOT more if I didn't have to stand up, but that's how it was. And 32 cocks within 24 hours is not too bad, I think. It's anybody's guess how many loads I actually took that weekend - probably a lot of the tops just fucked me for a while and then moved on to the next hole - but who cares. The mere feeling of being slutty enough to allow tops free access to my hole was SO satisfying... ............................................... The next time I go to Berlin I think I'll try out Fickstutenmarkt again - but make sure to arrive as early as possible and hog a place on one of the central benches! And I'll try to find a weekend where there's both a Fickstutenmarkt and a Biohazard party...

One million and still rising? Sounds...uh...promising... Can't wait to read more about Kevin's pozzing antics! Judging by that backstory, you seem to have something BIG in the pipeline. And with a hot 'n' horny twentysomething jock like Kevin that can't seem to keep his pants zipped up, you shouldn't run out of material any time soon...

There should be less BS to connecting. Sometimes we make things so difficult when we all are looking for a hole to fuck or a load to take. I wish I could have a load or two in my mouth or ass every day, but sometimes my fb isn't available and game-players on A4A or CL seem to be holding out for a new husband.

This thread is worthless without pics! LOL! I'd go with "large". Between porn, size queens, and guys lying about how big they are, I think we're all a little confused.

I personally am neg, but I would have no hangups being with a poz guy if he was someone I loved and he loved me. I think, in this day and age, it's manageable. On top of it all, love only comes around once in a blue moon, and it's a damned special thing.

Thanks for all the cheers. My favorite part is the imagery from the second part with the pool of demon seed in the trough table. Not sure if I will write any more of it or not. I might do a bit more of the after life of Officer Bradley, because there is a lot of kink that can go in there.

I was traveling east on I30 in my big rig to my next drop off near DFW when I decided to stop in the next rest area. Its always a pain in the ass to find parking but I managed. I got out of my truck and headed to the restroom. I always get nervous in public restrooms as I have small penis syndrome which causes me to freeze up around other men standing next to me or behind me waiting. Fortunately the restroom was empty when I walked in, which is always a relief - just so I could pee in private. I got up to the urinal and pulled my small penis out and had just started to pee when, just my luck, another guy walked in. Of course I froze-up. Crap!, just my luck I thought. He chose to stand next to me at the next urinal. He was an older trucker guy, much bigger than am I, and, of course, I looked out of the corner of my eye to catch a glimpse of his cock, which turned out to be really big cock. I couldn't help staring at it as I'm a little faggot and love cock. The next thing I knew he said "You sure do have a small cock." I was caught off guard by that statement and I muttered "Yeah, well, I can't help it. I'm a small guy." The man then said "I saw you look at mine. Big, ain't it?" I openly looked down at his cock when he said that, and couldn't stop my response "Damn, that is a big cock." The man then remarked "Every little guy I've ever met with a small penis and a pretty ass like yours usually loves sucking a big dick." I was afraid he might be looking to start trouble so I said nothing. Then he asked "Would you like to take a closer look at my big cock?" Again I said nothing, but my cock started to get hard. He then teased me saying "Looks like your little clit is getting hard, boy." I couldn't help it as my cock was growing in front of this guy. I tried to hide it but he said "No need to be bashful, boy. Look at my big cock all you want." He wagged it at me, and it was getting big and hard. I stared at the cock head thinking to myself 'My favorite part of a cock '. My heart was pounding, and lust was taking over. His cock was getting huge. I was going into a homosexual trance staring at it. His cock standing tall, the man moved over into a stall, and motioned me to join him. I did like a little puppy. The man said "Sit on the toilet" and I obeyed, staring at the man's cock which was standing straight up.. With that he shut the stall door and presented his big cock for my attention. I was really excited and already hard as hell. "Suck it" he ordered. Of course I gladly obeyed. I pulled his cock down to my lips and licked the head all over, and then rubbed it back and forth all over my lips, and then took the head into my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I love the taste of cock, and this was no exception. I've always denied my homosexuality but when I get to suck a big hot cock like this guy's, I just love it. I submitted to his homosexual advances like a whore. He ordered me to pull my pants down so he could check-out my small dick and ass pussy. I gave his cock one last hard suck, groaning a long mmmmm as I released it from my mouth. Then I stood-up and dropped my pants. My small cock was hard as rock and throbbing. He rubbed his cock on mine. His cock was so much bigger than mine, which increased my inclination to be submissive. I grabbed his cock and rubbed it all over my cock, saying "I love watching your big cock rub my clit. Its so much more manly than mine." It was obvious he liked my comment as, in addition to being hard as a rock, a ball of pre-cum oozed from the slit of his cockhead. I said "Ummm, I see pre-cum" and went down and delicately licked-up the pre-cum. A long string of pre-cum dripped down across my chin as my tongue went back in my mouth to savor the flavor. With that he grabbed my shoulders saying "Sit down." As I did so, his cock brushed my face. I was really turned on knowing I was about to suck off a big cock. I started fantasizing about fucking his cock like a whore as I sucked his cock, my eyes closed. The man quietly asked "You're a little sub boy. aren't you?" I said nothing, but looked up at his eyes in confirmation, all the while sucking the head of his cock. He continued saying "I love little small dicked sub boys. Now, suck my big dick like you mean it." I rubbed his balls and vigorously sucked him even harder. The familiar taste of pre-cum doused my tongue and I loved his unspoken approval. My small penis was throbbing and now also dripping pre-cum. I was so turned-on my balls were actually aching. I sucked his big cock, all the while humming and moaning my pleasure, my tongue stroking the underside of his cock while I sucked the head. He grunted and complemented me on my cock sucking skills, saying "You're a good cocksucker. I can tell you're hungry, sub boy." I was whimpering like a whore as I sucked away. Then the man asked "You wanna go to my truck to finish the job?" "Yes" I eagerly replied. I suspected he really wanted to fuck me and while I would be content to blow him, I was horny to suck and fuck his big cock and hoped he knew was much. He stuffed his hard cock into his pants and I also did, following him to his truck. He got in and gave me a hand getting-up into the truck. Then he gestured towards the sleeper saying "Come on back here and get naked with me" as with that he slid off his pants. He was still fully hard. I deliberately turned around and dropped my pants, bending over slightly when placing my clothing on the passenger seat, hinting at what I really wanted: to get fucked with his big cock. Before I could turn around to face him, he reached over and rubbed my ass. He was seated on the edge of the bunk and I fell to my kness between his legs. Grasping his cock, he slapped my face with it ordering me ""Kiss and make love to it like a good pussy boy should." I start kissing his cock up and down, and as I did so, his hand slid between my thighs, grabbed my cock only to chuckle saying "You're all wet, boy. You must like that big cock don't you?" "Yes, sir" I replied. I really resumed sucking him as his hands explored my ass and he muttered "Fuck, I want to fuck you like a whore and dump my load deep in your ass. You want that, don't you boy?" I said nothing but I definitely wanted his cock. He took my silence for a 'yes' and said "Lay face first on my bed, boy." I did as directed. He mounted me, rubbing his big cock up and down my ass crack. I wanted him bad. The heat radiated from his big cock and his pre-cum slicked-up my ass crack. His furry balls rubbing my ass cheeks. The he said "I'm poz." I knew it was risky but the element of danger was a turn-on for me. Besides, conversion seemed inevitable, and I was, after all, a submissive, so I responded by hiking my ass up to rub his cock as he rubbed long strokes on my ass crack. He murmured "Oh, yes, boy, you like that don't you? Tell me you want my big poz cock deep in your ass." I begged "I want your big poz cock balls deep in my ass." With that he wasted no time. He pulled out some KY and stuck his middle finger up my ass to loosen me up, then 2 fingers, and, of course, I moaned and begged for cock, saying "I want that that big poz cock deep inside my ass." I could feel his cockhead stretching my boy pussy open as he took little short strokes, going a little deeper with each stroke till he finally broke the second barrier at which point he slide all the way in, balls deep. He was so fucking big I gasped in both pain and pleasure. I was totally impaled by his big poz cock. Positioning himself more comfortably (for himself, at least), he mounted my back and reached around and grabbed my nipples and kissed my neck, squeezing my nips while he worked his cock deep inside my body, taking short deep thrusts with lots of pressure into my chute. I was in total submission mode. I could not move with that big man on my back, holding me down while his cock plumbed my depths. I wrapped my feet around his legs as he kept whispering dirty to me in my ear, sucking on my earlobes, telling me how much he loved submissive boys like me and how he would love to fuck me everyday. I couldn't hold my cum much longer and I told him "I'm about to cum!. Keep it deep, all the way in when I cum!" Without a word, he did as much, ensuring I was getting deep fucked deep. I could feel his slick poz pre-cum, which it seemed, was as generous as most guys' loads. I could feel my cum building up - I was really close as he pushed hard against my prostate, essentially massaging me with his big poz cockhead. My first spurt of cum blew out of my cock, followed by several more jets. I moaned and gasped in pleasure. My orgasm made my ass involuntarily clamp down on him, milking and squeezing his big poz cock, and when I said "Shoot your poz cum as deep as you can and breed me," I knew he was no more than a stroke or two away: his cock was very swollen and extremely hard, and on cue he grunted "I'm fixin' to cum. You ready to take my poz load, boy?" No answer was necessary: his body twitched and I could feel his cock pulsating as streams of poz cum blasted deep in my ass. With each squirt of cum I tried to squeeze his cock so I could feel his cum racing up through his cock. He shot off a big load as he moaned and held himself in balls-deep, a grunt accompanying each blast of cum that he shot inside my body. It was so hot. I turned my head for a kiss and his tongue drove into my mouth. Although it was awkward, I sucked his tongue as he finished his orgasm. He remained in my ass, without even the slightest lost of his erection. I felt so submissive. After a few seconds he reached over to a shelf and pulled out his camera, taking photographs of his cock in my cum-coated ass. "You're a trophy fuck and I need some pics of my trophy to masturbate to." My ass felt really stretched out but I really wanted more cock, so I said "I wanna be your bitch." He replied "You already are my bitch. Your insides are absorbing my poz DNA. I bred you deep." We exchanged numbers and talked everyday for weeks till our paths would cross again in Nebraska....

I think this is HOT when it happens w/ a guys cock, but not so much w/ toys, etc... I had this happen naturally when an 11 1/2 black stud fucked 4 loads into me one night a few years ago...amazing experience, but a lot of work to adjust to that big boy!

Yes, I feel terrible for making some of you wait so long. I hope you can forgive me. Still, Better late than never. I actually already have most of the next part written, so I can guarantee I won't make you wait long for the conclusion. And again, sorry for the long wait. Part XI Before I met Drew, he had been a lover. He would give his partners wave after wave of ecstasy, driving them crazy with lust. He had amazing stamina, and both would climax together over and over until his lover would collapse from sheer exhaustion. He had confessed to me that his favorite part of sex was when he had completely drained his partner and they would surrender their bodies to him as he continued to make love. It was his reputation that had drawn my attention to him in the first place, and I knew from experience that he deserved it completely. Like all alpha predators, Drew lived for sex. Once I had made him mine, I had taken that relentless drive and turned him into a machine. Now, Drew didn't make love, he used his partners over and over for his own pleasure, and for mine. The more painful he made it for my broken cum whores, the harder he came. It was always a sight to see Drew working over my latest conquests for the first time. He would fold and twist their bodies into unnatural positions, pounding them like a piston with his rock hard cock. Their limbs would go weak with agony and flop around as their ruined holes were battered and churned wider and deeper than they had ever been. Watching Drew on my bed was like watching a starving predator feed on his still struggling prey. My biker stud still had his wrists bound behind his back, and they lay against the mattress underneath him as he tried to weakly pull his hands apart to protect himself from Drew. But his hours suspended in my basement by his arms and legs made every move send a wave of fire down his nerves, preventing him from using his full strength. Even if his hands were free, Drew could easily have overpowered him. But instead of having to hold down my biker's arms as he pounded his hole, Drew's hands roamed over his sweaty body like a butcher inspecting a slab of fresh meat. Drew pulled and twisted every inch of his exposed body, seeing what would cause the most pain. I loved seeing my new toy's powerful legs bent backwards above his body, putting all of his Drew's and his own weight his upper back and neck. His feet dangled in the air above Drew's shoulders, limp and swaying every time Drew thrust down deep into his ruined hole. The only part of my cumslut's body Drew neglected was his painfully engorged cock. Even through all the agony radiating across his body, the massive shaft pummeling his prostate continued to send jolt after jolt of pleasure into his broken mind, and fresh precum began to drip out of his shaft and coat his rippled abs. Without pause, Drew slammed his steel-hard cock into the ruined hole over and over. Completely broken, the ring of my biker's cunt fluttered across every ridge and vein of Drew's shaft, vibrating like a violin string as the relentless drilling went on and on. Each time his wet cock sluiced out of that hole our venom laced cum would cling to his pole, only to be driving back down onto his glazed ring with a wet slap as Drew's shaft and balls rammed deep. With each hard thrust, a pathetic whine was forced out of my cumslut's lungs, as the pain combined with the force of Drew's lunge into his folded body was like a punch to his diaphragm. His world had become a cloud of agony and pleasure, and his tortured body was limp from all the suffering he continued to endure. The only thing he could focus on through it all was the deep blue eyes boring down into him. While he was incapable of even forming thoughts or words from the dehydration and the brutal assault on his senses, the animal part of his former apex predator's brain was being relentlessly rewired thrust by thrust. Deep down it knew that it was permanently broken, and that it would never be able to return to what it once was. That even long after this nightmare was over, every time he would even think about dominating another, the first memory would be of this night. It knew that it had to surrender and accept what it had become in order to survive. Over and over his prostate was battered by Drew's massive cock, never failing to crash against it even as Drew drove himself deeper and wider into the broken hole. With each thrust, more precum would dribble down the biker's abs and pecs, until a rivulet of slime had slide down and formed a puddle in the hollow of his neck. He felt his battered and drained balls begin to helplessly contract as yet another involuntary orgasm was being forced from him. He didn't fight the rising wave of blissful pleasure as it mixed with and then overwhelmed all the pain. With a weak cry his untouched cock throbbed, and jet after jet of ruined seed splashed down across his neck and face, falling into his open mouth and eyes. But even as he came, Drew continued his assault, never once missing a pummeling stroke. Even after the biker's orgasm had peaked, more and more cum was squeezed out of his prostate, forcing yet more weakening spurts out of his cock. His head began to thrash from side to side, as Drew turned what had been his ultimate pleasure into yet another tool to break down his prey. Ignoring the pozslut's wordless cries for mercy, Drew's eyes drank in the feast of before him and felt his own orgasm boil past the point of control. His own tortured and neglected balls, still full with a month's worth of built of poisoned seed that had fermented for weeks, again began to blast deep into the violated hole. I felt my own cock throb with precum and return to full mast as I could almost feel the heat radiating from his cum, full of my venom, being shot like a red hot bullet into my broken biker's body, searing and blistering it's way into his blood and soul. And through it all, Drew's endless thrusts continued. Drew continued on and on as I watched his work like a relentless machine, twisting and contorting my poz cumslut's limp body like a rag doll into new and more painful positions, helpless to resist. His hand would constantly roam with minds of their own, constantly probing and pulling across the biker's tortured limbs and torso as he searched for new ways to flood his shattered brain with new pain. And through it all, his cock would slam again and again into his loose hole, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of my broken toy as his sweat dripped down onto him. I watched enthralled for what felt like hours, as Drew let out a month of pent up denial and lust, until both of them simply had no more cum to give. By now, my poz cumslut was limp face-down on the bed, his body bouncing up and down against the sheets as Drew continued to slide his monstrous dick in and out of the now destroyed hole. I knew that he was completely drained by now, but that while he had no more venom to give, I still had not ordered him to stop. I watched Drew with pride, his sweating body now heaving for air after the endless exertion, knowing that he would would not stop until I gave him permission, even if he had to keep going until he passed out himself. I waiting until I could tell that he was nearing even his own limit, my lust for Drew building as I watched my best creation show his loyalty and perfection. Finally, I said “That's enough for tonight Drew,” and he fell forward exhausted and draped himself across the slab of meat below him, still buried inside him to the hilt as they both gasped for breath. I watched them with a smile, thinking that if you took a picture of this moment, you would only see two totally drained lover's embracing, and never know the truth.

I’d been blowing clouds with a daddy I would hook up with. He would have me come over and there would be a pipe loaded and ready for me when I arrived. “Sit, hit this until you finish it.” He’d say. And for the next twenty to thirty minutes I’d watch porn as I hit the pipe. When I was done, he’d fill it again. “Ok, lemme know when this is done.” And so I’d continue. By the time I was done I’d be flying and he’d be ready. He’d fill it again, move to the bed and take his clothes off. “Get between my legs and suck my meat, boy.” He nonchalantly order. And I’d take my clothes off, leaving on my jock, and I’d begin to suck he thick daddy dick. He was southern, white trashy / redneck sort of guy. Nice enough, with a great cock between his legs. I’d suck his dick for hours, and he’d feed me the pipe. He loved getting me higher and higher and having my spun mouth work over his dick. At some point in the night, after hours of me nursing his meat, he’d tell me to grease up my hole, turn around and sit down on his dick. And I would gladly oblige. One night, about midway into the session he received a text. And then sent another, and received another. “Hey, I need to go get some more shit. I have a friend staying in the other room. You are going to entertain him until I get back. Go over, knock on the door and he’ll let you in. When I get back, you can continue. Without hesitating I stood up and walked out of the room. I knocked on the door, it slid open, dark except the glow of a cell phone on a nightstand. And I walked in. A figure, taller than me, muscular, quietly said “Hey there.” and shut the door behind me. I moved toward the bed and he followed. He was naked and hard. “Is your hole open yet?” He asked. “Haven’t been fucked today yet” I responded. He reached over and lubed up his finger. “Lay down.” He told me. I laid on the bed and he guided my legs in the air. Lubing my ass and pushing in with his finger. “Not too tight. Good.” He pushed me further back and climbed on top of me. He handed me a bottle of poppers. “Hit these deep a few times, let me know when you are done with them.” He said. I hit them deep and hard, and immediately my skin and head buzzed and I felt light as a feather. I could feel him lubing up my hole more, and then he pushed my legs all the way back by my ears and placed a pillow under my ass. Then I felt his cock head on my hole and it pressed in. My hole was eager and I just wanted it to be filled with something big and thick. I still couldn’t make out his face really, but his body was firm, long and muscular. His dick with thick and just long enough. He slid all the way in. And I started to move a little for position. He grabbed my neck and said, “Do not move. Your job is to lay there, silently and take it. You move and I stop. You make a sound and I stop. If you need poppers, just tough your nose. Otherwise don’t move. Got it?” I was so turned on. “Yes.” I quietly responded. “Good. You are a bottom. My whore. Just a hole. And I want to get off. So shut up.” And he proceeded to fuck me deep and hard. I didn’t dare move. He handed me the poppers and and I inhaled deeply. About twenty minutes later he blew his load into my hole. It was still completely dark, I still hadn’t seen his face really. And when he was done shooting his load he pulled out. “Thanks. I think our bud is back.” And he walked to the door, slid it open while staying in the dark and ushered me into the hall. I went back to the daddy’s room. He was laying in the bed, porn on, dick out, pipe loaded. I went right back to sucking his meat. “How was my friend?” He asked. “Great.” I mumbled as I worked his cock with my mouth. “You just made me $40.” He said. “Daddy’s little whore.” My dick got rock hard. And I sucked him until he came. He fell asleep almost as soon as he came, and I quietly dressed and slipped out into the pre-dawn cool air of the street. I wasn’t nearly done. So I drove to a local sex club, parked and went in. This place was a sleazy hole, no private rooms, just lockers. And it had a few slings, some glory holes and a second level lofted with various spots to fuck and suck. I stripped down to my jock and sneakers, locked my locker, grabbed a cigarette and ran to the little smoking room towards the back. It was fairly quiet, no one doing anything, a guy was on the computers scrolling through profiles online, and another guy was already in the smoking room. Wearing jeans, a leather harness, and boots. He was smoking a cigarette. I sat down, he offered me a light. A few mins in, he pulled a pipe from his jeans and torched the bowl, and blew a big cloud. He offered me a hit, and I took it. We started chatting. He asked about my night, and without sparing much detail I told him what had happened so far. He smiled. “Woof!” He snarled. “Want to get fucked more?” He asked. And I nodded. He stood, pulled out a bag, and then found a small but nice size rock. “Bend over bud, lets get this deep in there.” And I turned around showed him my ass, and he pushed the rock deep inside. I turned around and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and started typing. “I have a few buddies who might be close by who would love a go on your ass. Let’s see what we can get going.” And he hit send on his phone. “Ok, go get that hole in a sling. I’ll be right there.” I walked out of the room and found a sling I liked toward the front. I slid up into it, and noticed a few more guys had come into the club. One big bear, younger, and fully clothed. An older guy, about 65, tall, lanky, with his dick hanging out of his jeans and a leather vest. And a third guy, about 40, long hair, long beard, kinda looked dirty and homeless. The all took note of the me hopping into the sling. My friend from the smoking room came out and handed me his poppers. “They are heading over now.” He said. I hit the poppers and he stuck a finger in my ass. The other three circled closer to the sling. He looked up and said to the dirty looking one, “Want his ass?” And with that he gave me to the dude. I never saw his dick, but felt it go in. He pushed all the way deep, and it felt amazing. My new smoking friend moved toward my head, gave me a hit of poppers. Looked quickly around, pulled out his pipe and lit if for me and I inhaled deep as the homeless guy plowed into my ass. “Your hole is mine tonight, and I’m going to keep it full.” My new buddy announced. As soon as the homeless guy blew his load in my hole, he motioned for the lanky older guy to take his place. This guy had been quiet so far watching, but as soon as his dick entered my ass it nearly doubled in size and he tore into my hole hard. It hurt from time to time, and my bud would make sure the poppers were at the ready. This went on for at least a half hour, and I noticed a few others had joined us. The old man finally busted his nut and pulled out. He leaned in and whispered to me “I love a good fucking whore. what locker is yours, I’ll slip me number into it. Call me as soon as you are done with here tonight, and I’ll keep you busy later.” I gave him my locker number and off he went. “My friends are here.” My smoking bud said with a smile, handing me the poppers again. “I also had them text their friends.” And before I had finished the hit of poppers, another dick was in my ass.

It has taken a (very) long time, but finally made some progress on a follow up to https://breeding.zone/topic/33786-the-decline-and-fall-of-michael-christian/Apologies again for the very long delay... and I hope you enjoy. Anyway, here is Part 1. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hey man, sorry. I didn’t realise it was occupied.” A stranger stood at the toilet but looked over his shoulder at Calvin… was he smirking? Calvin needed to pee but it could wait. The real reason he was in the bathroom was to get away from the guy who had been (all but) clinging to him since he arrived at the party. The clingy guy had introduced himself as Tommy. He was tall, thin, and very flamboyantly gay. Not that Calvin had a problem with that, but Tommy had clearly had a few drinks too many. He refused to listen when Calvin said he was straight, so Calvin escaped to the bathroom. And now he had walked in on someone else in the toilet. Could this night get any more awkward? He started to back out of the bathroom and close the door. STOP. The stranger’s lips did not move but the word seemed to reverberate inside Calvin’s head. Like someone shouting, loudly, in a tunnel. There was an odd sensation just behind his eyes. A tingling. Calvin stopped. He stood in the door as if waiting for something. He wasn’t sure what that was, or even what it could be. “There’s room enough for two.” The stranger smiled but that smile never touched his eyes. Come in and close the door. The voice in his head was not as loud, just a normal speaking voice. But the tingling persisted. If anything, stronger than before. You are relaxed. There is nothing strange about what is happening. The voice was just a whisper now. But that sensation, the tingling behind his eyes, continued. It felt buried now, however, as if had burrowed somewhere deep inside his head. As Calvin stepped back in the bathroom and closed the door, he thought he should be worried. Like there was something terribly wrong. But he couldn’t think of what that might be. There was something odd about the stranger yet Calvin couldn’t quite put a finger on it. There was something almost… vague…or nondescript… about him. He was neither short not tall. Average build. Calvin couldn’t even tell how old he was. He could be 22 or 42. It just seemed impossible to tell. “I’m… Sebastian.” The stranger said. His extended his hand that had been holding his dick a moment ago. “You can call me Seb.” “Calvin. Calvin Watts.” Calvin shook Seb’s hand, trying not to think about where the hand had just been. “Nice to meet you. So do you know Mark and Mary?” “Not really, I just moved into the building and they invited me to the party.” “Can’t say I know them very well either.” Seb replied without more detail. “So how old are you, Calvin?” “I’m 18. You?” “I’m… a little bit older than that. Are you in college?” “Yes. I’m attending State, and studying Pre-Med and Chemistry. I want to get into medical research when I graduate.” Calvin wondered why he was kept speaking, answering questions that had never even been asked. He should be freaked out, of at least annoyed, but he felt eager to offer information. It made no sense. “You must have a high IQ.” “Well, when my Dad had me tested, my IQ was rated at 152.” “Very impressive. I bet you are doing very well in your classes, aren’t you? “ Calvin wanted to say that he was expecting to be on the Dean’s list this quarter and that he (and his father) would be very disappointed if he didn’t graduate summa cum laude in a few years. But Seb didn’t give him time to respond and the thought just slipped away. “Isn’t it unusual for a first year student to live off campus?” “My parents didn’t want me to live in the dorm. Too much partying going on. Or so my Dad says. So they rented an apartment for me.” “Do you have a girlfriend?” Seb paused a raised an eyebrow. “Or a boyfriend?” “Um… I don’t have a girlfriend, and I’m not gay.” Calvin wondered if he should be offended that the stranger had even asked… but somehow just couldn’t work up the energy. “You need to pee, don’t you Calvin?” “Um. Yeah.” “You should pull your dick out then, shouldn’t you?” That tingling again. And the perception of a voice inside his head but so quiet now he couldn’t even hear it. His hands moved before he even realised what they were doing, unzipping his fly, pulling out his dick, and aiming it at the toilet. His bladder, however, refused to pee, so he just stood there with this stranger. Both of the men standing there with his cock out. For a minute Calvin wondered if someone had put something in his drink and this was a surreal hallucination. But, no. This was real. Somehow he knew. “Good boy, Calvin.” A sense of happiness swept across Calvin at the words. His heart beat slightly faster in excitement. He wondered why he would feel this way. But, again, the thought slipped away. “It’s rather amusing. Your father thought he was preparing you for life. But his overprotective and controlling nature has sheltered you. You never even developed those defences that most humans have.” The words seemed to bypass Calvin as if his mind was shut down while Seb spoke. After a moment he blinked to see Seb looking at his crotch. “You have a nice cock.” Calvin blushed, unsure how to reply. “Do you like my cock, Calvin?” Calvin had never really looked at another guy’s cock before. Well, maybe in the locker room. But that was really just to see how it compared to his own. Now he found his eyes pulled down to Seb’s crotch. And he stared, suddenly fascinated by it. The other man’s cock was long and thick. The foreskin wrapped around the bulbous cock head and the whole things seemed so… perfect. Calvin was circumcised and his own cock suddenly felt awkward and clunky. “It’s…. It’s... beautiful.” Calvin finally managed. He licked his lips as he stared. “Why don’t you touch it?” Calvin’s hand reached out, tentatively. “That’s right, wrap your fingers around it. Stroke it. Gently. That’s my good boy.” Calvin felt his own dick starting to swell and rise. He was getting hard. But he was straight. Wasn’t he? It felt so fuzzy now. “I’m going to put my hand on your dick now. Is that ok, Calvin?” “Yes, sir.” Seb’s fingers caressed Calvin’s dick. The fingers moved softly. Gently. But Calvin’s whole body convulsed in pleasure. “You like that, don’t you?” “Yeah.” “I’m going to suck you now, Calvin.” “Ok…. I’ve never had a blow job before.” “A blow job? What a quaint way to describe it.” Seb shifted to his knees and Calvin could feel the warm breath rippling across the sensitive skin of his dick. The shaft flexed in anticipation. Some part of his mind tried to scream out. To put a stop to this. He wasn’t gay. But Calvin just couldn’t concentrate and the thought faded away. But Seb paused. “I could stop now, Calvin. I could stop, walk out, and you would be yourself again in a few minutes. Do you want me to stop? To step away now, without sucking your cock?” “No… please don’t stop.” Calvin felt desperate. It suddenly didn’t matter if he was gay or straight. He just wanted the other man’s mouth around his cock. “Are you sure? If I continue, there is a price. There is always a price. And you will never be the same.” “Please… please suck me. I want it so bad. I need it.” Calvin whimpered. Why was he so desperate? “As you wish.” The stranger smiled again. It was a smile that sent a chill down Calvin’s spine. The kind of smile that a cat wears when playing with a mouse. Then Seb’s lips enveloped Calvin’s cock. Calvin’s moaned as the sensation of the warm mouth enveloped his cock and spread quickly throughout his body. His hands wrapped around Seb’s head in a desperate attempt to maintain some control. Seb’s lips were locked on Calvin’s shaft. His mouth slid up and down the length, maintaining a tight suction. Calvin imagined he could feel the suction all the way from his skull to his toes. As if the pressure Seb was exerting would swallow him whole. It was almost painful… but somehow incredibly erotic. “Oh fuck,” Calvin groaned. He was getting his dick sucked for the first time… by a guy. This was so bizarre. But good. Oh so very good. “That is so amazing.” Calvin’s hips started moving, thrusting his cock further into Seb’s mouth. His dick was slowly swelling. His balls were slowly starting their rise. But… something else. A strange sensation throughout his body. Pulling. Stretching. As if the suction on his cock was siphoning something out of him. His head felt fuzzy. Unfocused. He had a slight headache and his vision seemed to be blurring. His body felt weak. ‘Oh fuck’, Calvin thought, asking himself ‘Am I having an aneur… and an….’. Strange. He couldn’t think of the word. He should know that word. A brain… thingy. A problem in the brain. He should know the word. Why couldn’t he think of it? Don’t worry. Relax. Let it flow away. The voice was back. And the tingling, which had never gone away, seemed stronger again now. At that information, that knowledge. It’s all such a burden. Surrender it. Life will be so much easier if you just don’t have to think so much anymore. Lay down your burden. Calvin was afraid. Terrified. Something was being taken from him. But he couldn’t figure out what it was. He had to resist. But his head was so fuzzy. Why couldn’t he think? Do you feel it? Your intelligence dropping lower. And lower. Doesn’t it feel good to let it go? Now you can enjoy other things. More important things. More immediate things. Think about how good your cock feels. Doesn’t your cock feel so good now? His cock did feel amazing. Seb’s expert lips, tongue, and mouth were bringing him closer and closer to cumming. This was fucking amazing. He had never felt this good sitting in a classroom. The suction was so strong. Especially in his head. Everything was being pulled into his dick. His dick that was buried deep in Seb’s throat now. Fuck that felt good. Yes. He could let go. It would feel so good to just let go. No! He shouldn’t. God help him, he knew he shouldn’t. He was losing something. Something important. If only he could understand what it was.… But his cock felt amazing. He needed to cum. To unload. To release. He wanted his body to tense up in anticipation — like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his dick throb —like it was doing now. He wanted to feel his nuts pull up — like they were doing now. He wanted this more than anything! Yes… Calvin succumbed to the voice in his head. He surrendered to the pressure. Stopped fighting it. And he came. It seemed to last forever. His eyes rolled back into his head and blast after blast fired into Seb’s throat. And Seb swallowed it all. But eventually the 18 year old’s muscles relaxed. His pecker grew soft and slipped from Seb’s mouth. Seb stood and gently pushed the young man down on the toilet seat. He peered into Calvin’s eyes and into his mind and soul. The mind was so quiet. So dull. So stupid. Lazy, unfocused, undisciplined. “Ah, my poor boy. You had such a high opinion of yourself and your mind. But you were just a tasty morsel. A delicious treat for a summer evening.” “Huh?” Calvin just looked up at the man above him. “Whatcha talking bout?” “I don’t think you need to worry about a high IQ anymore.” Seb laughed. “I’m afraid that I may have gotten carried away. You are well below ‘normal’ now. Well below.” “You ain’t making sense, man.” Seb frowned and looked down at Calvin. He really hadn’t intended to consume so much of the young man. “You know, since I took so much from you, it seems only fair that I give you something back. Would you like that?” “Your gonna give me somethin?” Calvin couldn’t really understand that this guy was babblin’ about… but fuck it. If he wanted to give him something, he sure as fuck wouldn’t refuse. Seb’s put his hand on Calvin’s head and pulled him towards his own hard cock. “What the fuck?” Calvin protested. “I aint no fag…” But his protest was cut off as Seb’s cock slipped into his mouth. Calvin tried to get it out. But no matter what he did, the prick was pushing into his mouth. And then he noticed the taste. ‘Fuck, that tasted good,’ he thought, his tongue swirling around the sliding shaft. He wanted that taste. More! Seb, however, was impatient. He had more important matters to attend and this distraction had already wasted too much time. Within moments, his hips were pressed against Calvin’s face. The entire shaft inserted. That was good enough. He let his orgasm flow. His seed erupting into the wretch before him. Calvin slurping it down like a man who had found an oasis in a barren desert. It wasn’t really semen, of course. Semen was such a mortal concept. But Calvin perceived the fluids as such. Seb slipped his cock from Calvin’s mouth and looked into his eyes a final time. Yes. There it was: the craving. A ravenous hunger for something Calvin couldn’t even put words to yet. And he had even given a bit of the young man’s intelligence back. Not much, of course. Just enough so he could function in society. And just enough so he could understand what he had lost, what had been taken away, it was so much more fun when they understood the price. Calvin sat on the toilet in shock. It was still so hard to think. For a moment there, he had been lost completely. He felt better now but he knew something was still missing. He could feel a cavity where something had been pulled away. And there was something else. Some other sensation he was just barely aware of. But he couldn’t put words to it. What the hell had Seb done to him? “Yes. That will do.” Seb mused. “You feel it missing now, don’t you? All that information, your mind racing miles ahead of everyone around you, all that potential? Gone. You will have to spend the rest of your life wondering what you would have accomplished. Cure cancer? Find new treatments to better the lives of our fellow ‘humans’? You will never know but it will haunt you. All of that given up just to get your dick sucked. Your dreams, your plans for a career? Dead now. But don’t worry, I very much suspect you will find a new career soon enough. I wish I could stay to watch, but I think not. It's time to move on." Calvin wanted to scream To yell. To cry. What the fuck had he done? But it was so hard to think now. He felt hollow. Empty. Incomplete. It took him a moment to realise he was alone in the bathroom. Seb was simply not there anymore. He was alone… for about a minute. And then the door opened. “Oh there you are, handsome.” It was Tommy, the gay guy from earlier. “I thought you got lost.” Tommy’s eyes swept over Calvin’s disheveled face and hair, and at the cum splatters on the floor. And Calvin’s dick still hanging out of his jeans. “Well, you have been busy, haven’t you? You dirty slut.” The word ‘slut’ sounded like a compliment from Tommy’s lips. Calvin was sure he could smell Tommy. His sweat. His musk. And it made his lust even stronger. His thoughts even weaker. Calvin’s eyes trailed down Tommy’s tall, lean, beautiful body. To the sizeable bulge in his crotch. He could see the outline of other man’s cock quite clearly. Tommy’s tight pants made sure of that. And that cock was quite big. He was so horny. No. Horny didn’t describe it. He was fucking ravenous. He wanted what was in the other man’s trousers. He wanted to explore that budge. He wanted to feel Tommy in his throat and, god help him, in his ass. He wanted Tommy’s cum inside him. He needed it. “Oh fuck.” Calvin didn’t even realise he was speaking out loud. “I’m gay.” “Yeah, I kind of guessed that.” Tommy slurred. Calvin’s dick was straining in his jeans. What Seb had taken, his intelligence or whatever, didn’t seem as important right now. He needed to sate his hunger. “I wanna taste you. I want to suck you. And I want you to fuck me. I’ve never been fucked. Please.” Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Well, lucky for you, someone convinced me to explore my top side recently. But are you sure about this? It’s going to hurt a bit… especially if it’s your first time.” < To Be Continued… > >

Tricked and Set-up (Part I) My name is Danny. I'm 18, 5'8", 125 pounds, thin and lean with a runner's build. My girlfriend and I were big partiers. We would spend every weekend smoking meth, fucking each other (and whoever else was around). One particular weekend we were partying with this guy, Rod, who really loved to tag team my girl’s pussy with me. He was 22, 6'2", 180 pounds, a hot fucker, lean body with a big dick (about 10” long). We just loved breeding her cunt. After that weekend we became good friends and began to hang out. One weekend my girl said she had to go out of town for a few weeks to visit her parents who lived on the other side of the country. That left Rod and me alone to party and troll for pussy, oh, and we got along well 'cause Rod had a great supply to good shit to smoke. This weekend we decided to hang at his place and smoke a little as he called girls he knew to see if we could get some pussy to breed. As he called he offered me some G. I had never done G and thought, ‘What the fuck’ and drank it down. After a good hour of smoking and him calling we were no were closer to getting laid. We kept smoking and chatted as we got to know each other better. In our conversation he asked me if I ever had a booty bump. I told him that I hadn’t and was curious as to what it was and the effect it would have on me. When he told me it involved sticking a nice size shard of meth up my ass I was not enthusiastic at that prospect, but he said it was a better high then smoking. This had me very curious. Rod told me to drop my pants and he’d give me my very first booty bump. Although I thought it a little weird to have a guy play with my ass, I guess the meth and G gave me the courage 'cause I found myself dropping my pants and boxers, and, on Rod's direction, leaning over the arm of the couch. When I had assumed the position, he lubed up a finger and started rubbing my hole. At first it felt a little strange when I felt his finger slowly push into my hole. He then pulled out and told me he was going to stick the meth. This time he stuck two fingers in my hole along with some meth. He told me I should feel the burn as the meth melts which I did. It felt a little strange as he worked his fingers in deeper until he hit something deep inside me that it sent a shock through my cock and I began to get hard, very hard. A small, involuntary grunt escaped my lips as this happened. Then I felt him slid in a third finger as he worked my hole good. Another grunt escaped my mouth as I felt him begin to work three fingers in and out of my hole for a few minutes. Then as quickly as he had them in me they were gone. He asked me, “How are you doing there bro?” As I began to feel the meth work on me and my hard cock throbbed between my legs I told him, “I’m doing fucking fantastic.” He asked me, “Want a little more meth bro?” “Yes, fuck yes!” Rod placed a hand on my upper back, pinning me to the couch as I felt something hard and large begin to press into my ass. I looked over my shoulder to see Rod guiding his cock to my hole. I attempted to move, but couldn’t and with the meth working in my hole I don’t know if I wanted him too stop. As his cock slid into my hole I felt no pain. I felt a burn from the meth he had place on the tip of his dick as he slowly slid his 10” cock into my ass. I felt his balls snug up against mine and as he bottomed out deep inside me, he leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Now you’re gona know what it’s like to be a bred like a bitch.” Those words cut through me as he began to fuck my virgin ass. In my mind I was screaming 'No, please stop', but my body kept asking for more. Every time he slammed into me I would let out a moan of pleasure. Rod clearly knew exactly what he was doing to me. As Rod used my hole he told me, “I knew the second I saw your tight ass I would be pumping you full of my cum. How does it feel to know that the same cock that bred your girl's pussy is gonna breed your ass?” All I could think was that the situation he described was weird beyond words, but at the same time my cock was so hard with that thought I thought it was going to break off, so I wasn't about to object. Rod leaned down and began to kiss my neck and lick my ear. I made the mistake (or did I do it on purpose) of turning my head to meet his as he kissed me while he had his cock balls deep inside me and we grinding it in hard. He kept on pumping into me as I could feel the sweat begin to drip off his body. He began to pant a little and his thrust began to pick up speed and intensity. He shoved in hard and deep and began to groan. “TAKE MY CHARGED CUM BITCH!!” All of a sudden my cock exploded and I shot cum all over the couch and my stomach.

Hello all. This is my first story I have written. It came to me in a dream (probably after ready this forum before sleeping) and I knew I had to write it down and share it. Since it drives me absolutely insane when the other writers here don't do it, I will promise to write one installment every night for your guys until it is done. I know how this story ends, but I am writing it as I go. I'll be as surprised as you if the characters end up doing something unexpected. I wanted this to be the deep breath before the plunge, so bear with me. We will get to the action quickly. Also, in case I wasn't clear when I said this was a dream, this is complete and utter fiction for your entertainment and enjoyment. If you have feedback or suggestions on how I can improve, please let me know here or through e-mail. If you want something to happen, email me and I will try and incorporate it into the story if possible (or use it for the next one.) Part I I waited patiently on my couch with my eyes closed and focused on my breathing. With my hands resting on my knees, I waited. I was only wearing an old pair of worn jeans that has slowly shrunk over the years. My bare chest rose and fell slowly as I breathed in and out. The temperature was the delicious cool after the sun set on a hot day. I had built up some sweat doing my Friday evening exercise, and could still smell it coming from my armpits and crotch. I had just finished cleaning up the house, and preparing everything for my guest. He would arrive here at the nice part of town, pull up to my house, come inside, and see another well off house with matching furniture and wooden floors. He would see the organized kitchen, fridge full of food and (unknown to him drugged) beer, and the living room with the large TV and couch. Nothing would arouse his suspicions. Everything was in place, there was the only one missing piece. I smiled to myself as I sat there like a spider in the center of his web. I wondered if spiders enjoyed the false calm they projected as much as I did. Hunters with their deadly snares in place, hidden in plain sight. They waited motionless in their elaborate trap, confident that their prey would willing come right to them. The thrill of the hunt battled with the predator's steel resolve, and I felt my cock pushing against the denim of my jeans as my blood pulsed in tune to my increasing heartbeat. I could feel the head of my cock forcing it's way down the leg of my pants, leaving a trail of precum as the foreskin pulled back further and further. I always was a heavy leaker, but while it made for some very embarrassing moments in puberty, I love having my hard cock covered in natural, tasty lube. There was nothing more arousing than seeing my bare, wet, hard dick buried deep inside a man's ass or mouth, watching it ooze into them drop by drop . I knew that inside that crystal clear liquid was my sweet venom opening the path for the rest. They were always hungry for more, in the end. I had to take a deep breath and stop myself from grabbing my dick through the jeans and squeezing it hard. It was enough trouble getting into these jeans even without underwear. The thought of having my cock soaked and at full mast like a caged animal when he arrived caused another pulse of blood and precum to rush down my shaft. But no, I had to stay in control. I didn't want him to see another hunter. I wanted him to walk through my front door and believe that tonight was for him and his pleasure alone. The best prey were the ones who thought that they were the true hunters, the apex predator, masters of all. With their perfect bodies and looks, every urge they had was satisfied by some worshiper who obeyed like a trained dog when given orders. Built by endless hours in the gym, they could pick any man they wanted out of the crowd and have their way with him. Nothing that entered their limited imaginations was denied them. Their lifetime of dominance was what made them always fall into my reach. They lacked the wariness of smarter creatures who knew that there was more than one type of hunter. They would roam and rely on their will and brute strength to dominate, instead of waiting and using cunning, patience, and preparation. I heard a motorcycle pull into my driveway and took a final moment to get back under control. I got down on my knees and put my hands behind my back. I knew what he wanted to see as soon as he walked in the front door. I kept a small smirk on my face as my chest rose and fell slowly with each breath. He would want to see some rebelliousness, so he could enjoy breaking me in that much more. This would be a weekend he would never forget, but not for the reasons he expected.

I met up with a guy who likes to use me. He tried my arms to the bed, lifted up my legs to fuck me, but weirdly he got out a condom and put it on, even though in the past he had generally fucked me bareback. But before he entered my ass, he reached into a draw in the bedside cabinet and pulled out an obviously used rubber, which obviously contained a large load of cum. He cut a small slit in it the head of the condom, and poured some cum onto his fingers, which he then immediately slid into my ass. After finger fucking me for a bit he lined up his covered cock, poured more of the spunk over his cock and fucked me. As he did so, he leaned forward and whispered in my ear that he found that rubber at a cruising area which he frequents. He added he didn't know who's cum it was. I panicked a bit, but then he grabbed my cock and started to wank me and continued doing until I shot, at which point he pulled out and shot his load all over my face. Part of me is worried, but another part is completely turned on by the whole experience!

A very intriguing intro, from one of my preferred writers in this section.... can't wait to see the rest

Very hot dude... Can't wait for more

Met a handsome, middle aged Blatino Cuban at a work conference in town. He was from out of state. Met him for drinks after work, made small talk about his life, wife, etc. The alcohol loosened inhibition, topic moved to how he likes to play when he's on business trips. He especially lived the feeling of a tight ass wrapped around his thick cock. I reached for his crotch and took hold of his mammoth dick over his slacks. That was all the convincing I needed. Fast forward, were in his hotel room. His condom covered fuck stick is jammed deep in me from behind as I'm splayed over a coffee table. While it wasn't super long, his dick was about the size of a mocha colored Solo cup. It took a while for him to get even the head into what I thought was my slutty, loose ass. Goes to show that just when you think you're at the top of your game, something comes along to prove you otherwise. With every outward stroke of his hips, I squeezed my hole as tight as I could until I started to pull the damn rubber off. When it was about half way off, the hard ring at the base started to enter me when he pushed his dick in me. I knew the latex sheath would be off in no time flat. I kept squeezing on the outward motion until finally I got it off. The moment of truth came when he let out a loud gasp as raw flesh penetrated my bare hole. I knew he knew he was no longer covered but he kept going. He flipped me over on my back and went fo town, trying to break my spine as well as the table under me. Sweat poured off of his forehead. His hands gripped my waist firmly as his balls slapped my ass. The sound of flesh pounding flesh echoed in the room, mixed with our grunts and moans. He threw his head back and let loose yell as he slammed it deep in me and held it there. I felt his scalding hot jizz pump into my guts, making my face and chest feel flush. God the feeling was delicious. Even though the conference lasted another four days, we didn't fuck again. Though we remained friendly, he did say that he was concentrating on banging a different guy or girl each day. I applauded his effoerts, even being his wingman one night at a gay bar. PS: he pushed the condom so far in me, it took two days for it go come out. Good times...

I am about the same size in length and girth. I still refer to it as 'average' as I always think guys expect Large to be 8" or more and guys would be disappointed and expected bigger when they see it in real life and I have listed it as 'L'. Not that it matters much as I am a bottom. But some guys do like to play with it before they attack my hole ;-)

You've contracted Syphilis and gono 4 times in 4 months? Seems very unlikely. Most likely case if you contracted them once and you are not clearing them? Or maybe you are hooking up with some guy that is constantly reinfecting you... Would be wise to get treated and take a break, or make sure you change all your partners for a bit.

GREENSBORO - Well guys, I just took 7 anonymous loads. First load was from a 27 year old from BBRT. Dark skinned, great cock. Second load was from I have no idea! Hahahaha. I was just ass up taking loads. I do remember load # 6 was from the guy that had dumped load # 4 in me. He asked to come back. He tag teamed with a 22 year old mixed guy. Their loads felt amazing! The 22 year old stuck around and we chatted and exchanged numbers. I want him so bad! Haha. My hole was so cummy afterwards. My record is 14 loads in one night so I was half-way there! Thanks Greensboro!

Gang Banging The Bear http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/Gang-banging-the-bear-gang-bang-du-bear-28879731

I love any size cock as long as it gets hard and fills my hole with cum. Still don't think there is any such thing as too big though. Have been lucky to have taken at least 3 that were in the 10" + size and two of those were also very very big around. Felt wonderful, but have had one in me about 3" at most before and he still made the experience wonderful also. Just believe it is more on state of mind and how two guys interact that makes it a good or bad experience.

Great post - I find that edging and holding out for real sex/breeding indeed makes me a much better vers/top!

Is it bad that I laughed because of the tops reaction? I have never actually seen this myself, but as a guy that bottoms I would like to see if I could do this. I think it would be hot.

Met up with a guy from my gym who has cruised me lots of times. Late 30s Hispanic, beefy legs and ass that he likes to show off, usually in compression gear. I always thought he was a little femye for my taste but it was a Sunday afternoon, I didn't have anything lined up and he was twitching his hairy butt at me in the showers. So yeah, I went to his place. His ass was really amazing and I had my face in it right away. I was pretty sure he'd been fucked already, 'cause I thought I was tasting spunk. And he admitted I was the second dick of the day. He was really flexible and I fucked him on his back with his feet way behind his head. Blew my load in him as he was egging me on to shoot in his hole. He was pretty horned up by the time I was done, and he started fingering my ass and telling me he wanted to give me a load back. So I took his dick and his load!

Don't bother asking -- it's impossible to get an accurate status in the bathhouse environment. The whole point of a bathhouse is providing a venue for guys to enjoy uninhibited high risk sex with each other. Some guys will lie about their status while others honestly don't know their status and assume they are negative. For all you know the guy putting his raw cock and load in your ass spent the last week taking raw cock and loads and is not yet aware that he has contracted something that he can pass on to you. Either way you need to be educated and prepared for the risks and consequences if you choose to engage in bareback sex with strangers. There are options for reducing your risk (PREP). Don't get me wrong, I'm a complete slut who enjoys raw bathhouse sex but I've explored my options and am willing to accept the consequences of my actions.

I prefer to swallow but love it when I can get it deposited directly in my ass, especially IF he announces that he's about to put it there.

Haha. Im not huge. My dick is very average in length I guess. I have just a few experiences with guys where I could see this belly bulge. When I breed I usually dont see much of a belly bulge, but there where a few time I bred some rather skinny dudes where I could obviously see almost the contour of my dick going up and down their ass. I liked it

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Daniel) Daniel was unconscious. His head leaned against the closed window and it appeared he was just sleeping on this trip. I left the Interstate and we drove for a while on a B road. After a few miles I took another exit and we reached a rural area. There were lots of opportunities for me to find a cosy spot in the woods. My dick was hard and ready and I wanted to fuck this heterosexual twink. While driving to a lonesome place I started groping Daniel already. His dick was also hard from the massage. From time to time he moaned. Maybe he thought of his girlfriend or another chick. I didn’t mind. As long as I could get my loaded cum into his hot ass. We reached the place I had in mind. We had to drive way into the forest and I had examined this spot before. Never had I met another person in this woodland. I stopped the car and turned down the engine. “Daniel….? Danny….?“ The guy did not reply. He was cold out. I opened my door and left the car. Slowly I walked around it and opened his side of the door carefully. A broad smile flashed across my face. It was almost too easy. I pushed a button and the seat was lowered automatically. In a couple of seconds Daniel was relaxing on his back. I opened his belt and the buttons of his jeans. Since Daniel was unconscious he was rather heavy. It took me a while to undress him from the waist down. His dick was quite thick, even in his semi hard status. For a second I thought about licking his dick head for a second. Just to get a taste of him, but rejected the idea. I pulled him to me and slowly turned him around, so soon he was lying on his front. In my glove compartment I had some lube. The idea to fuck him dry was exhilarating, but I was a bit tensed, that the boy would come back to senses because of the pain. On the other hand I wanted to enjoy the fuck also, so I decided to use a small amount of the lube, to make it comfortable for both of us. “Don’t tell me, I wouldn’t care…. “ I said and laughed. While working the lube into his ass, I was using my fingernails to scrape the inside of his asscunt. I wanted him bleed, so my gift would find no barriers raiding his body. I tried not to hurt him too much, since he moaned from time to time. Then I got up and looked around. It was dark already and the only noises I could hear were the sounds of nature. Swiftly I just opened some buttons of my jeans and pulled my cock out of the stall. Slowly I stroked my dick and looked down to the innocent guy I picked up some hours ago. I applied some lube on my cock also and entered the car again. Although the door was open, I had switched the light off before. So it was quite dark, surrounded by so many trees, but I didn’t’ care. I would find his snatch easily. I supported my body with my left hand, which rested on Daniel’s left shoulder. My knees were on the edge of the seat. With my right hand I found the twinks ass cheeks easily and rubbed three fingers again into his hole. He was so tight and hot inside. I knew the second my fingers touched his orifice, that it would be a hell of a ride – for both of us. Pulling one ass cheek apart I lowered myself onto Daniels behind. My hard and thick nine-incher had no problems to discover his opening. Without making a sound I went down on him in one slow stroke. Daniel groaned a little bit. Usually the GHB would make sure, that the guy would not wake up so easily. I used this so many times before. It took me a while to find the right kind of dose…. between making someone willing or receptive, or to knock someone out for a couple of hours. Daniel wouldn’t know what hit him, or what happened at all. Drinking the water would be the last reliable memory for him. I started fucking my cock in long strokes in and out of his pussy. Pulling my dick out of his virgin hole and ramming it back in one hard stroke. I repeated this for many, many times. For me, this whole thing was more than just a casual rape or an unwilling date. Daniel would have some pain in the ass tomorrow, but he wouldn’t remember me being the reason why his arse would ache. His pussy was so soft and receiving, it was almost a natural act. My cockhead was pushing deep into his body trying to gain the best of this totally relaxed butt. I would have loved to choke him a little bit. Since I tried this one before, I knew it was hard to explain the bruises the following day. So I decided I would simply do without his asscunt muscle spoiling my invading cock. “I would love to rape your mouth too, you little fuck, but I got bitten before” I told him, although I knew he was not capable of understanding. So I kept my steady pace to get a good feeling out of this puppet. Feeling my balls stir up already, I started to rabbit fuck Daniel. He was actually moaning a bit louder, but I doubt his eyes ever opened. And even if they did… it was pitch dark. He would just remember a bad dream in the morning, nothing more. “Here we go cunt…..” I spew my first cum injection into this cute young heterosexual guy, who just broke up with his girlfriend. But who needed women anyway. “Go and grab my gift you bitch. Absorb my load with your body…. and share it with lots of bitches” I smiled viciously. I was sure Daniel would make up with his girlfriend as soon as he would reach his hometown. And they would fuck like bunnies and so he would help me transmitting my legacy to the willing or unwilling. Who gives a shit. After finishing the ‘bad deed’, it was kind of hard to get this jock dressed up again. But with enough strength and a bit of dragging, Daniel was almost as good as new, when we started driving back to the civilization. I threw the kid out a couple of miles in front of his town. It was a service area with a closed diner and some trucks standing there for a rest. My wicked mind evolved a plan to share Daniel’s body around with other fellows. Maybe my plan would succeed, maybe not…. I would be too far away to know. Usually I write with my right hand, but for this a grabbed a piece of paper and wrote with my left hand a note. It read: 'Drug Addict in need of help. Will do anything for money’ It was a hassle to drag Daniel into a male toilet. There I pulled his jeans down a bit again and laid him on his side. All his stuff I dropped nearby and placed the note directly next to the sleeping beauty. I was on my way home, when two truckers entered the toilets and found this heartbreaking note on the floor. One of the guys fished ten dollars out of his pants and put it on one of Daniel’s bags. “You’re invited” he said to his pal and opened his belt. Enjoy…..

By: TheCityDump http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/LOAD-17-IN-DC-JUNE2016-28809741 LOAD #17 IN DC (JUNE2016) The hot Aussie from earlier in the day came back to drop his second load of the day in TheCityDump, this was right after the deaf top dropped off load number 16.

Just the original first part of the story..... it will continue though.... The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Daniel) It was in late fall. I was driving down the interstate without a route in my mind. Without any directions. I was looking for the right guy. He shouldn’t be too tall. I liked my toys around 170 cm. Not taller. He should be skinny. I want to be able to move his body around when we are in action. He should be young. A twink with no body hair at all. 18 years would be great, but not older than 21. It was around 6 pm and it was getting dark already and so I chose to close the books for today and head my way home, when I saw this blonde angel sitting on his huge backpack at the side of the road and holding a written sign up ‘Portland’. I slowed my car down and slid the window down on the passenger’s seat. “Hey there” the guy said politely. “Going north…. ?” he asked with a tired look. “Well, I can give you a ride for a while, though I won’t drive to Portland” I explained. “That’s rocking…. any distance will help me.” He answered, staying still at the passenger’s side. I got out of my car and told him he could hop in. I opened the trunk to stow his backpack in it. I watched him running to his property and felt my cock growing while he was bending down and trying to lift it from the ground. His tight blue jeans showed slipped down a bit and showed part of his ass. I wanted to rip his clothes off right then and there, but instead I helped him lift the stuff into my trunk . After we both got into the car and fastened our seatbelts I started the engine and we drove off. “What’s your name?” I asked him. “Daniel – and yours? “My friends call me Scorpion” I grinned. He laughed and told me that liked that. “Nice to meet you Scorpion and thanks for giving me a ride” he smiled openly at me and flashed his perfect set of teeth. “How long did you wait there, next to the street” I wanted to know. “Man, I had trouble with my girlfriend. We had a huge fight and then she kicked me out of the car, the stupid bitch….” he complained. “Yeah… I know what you mean. I am slightly older than you, but women can be bitches in all decades.” “I am thankful that you took me in, at least I am getting closer to my home now” he mentioned again. “Living still at home with your parents?” I asked. Daniel nodded. We kept on talking for a while. Daniel told me he was 18 years now. He just celebrated his birthday with the slut of his girlfriend and now he was heading home from this bad vacation. “Would you hand me the water bottle from the back seat?” I asked him suddenly. “Sure” he replied and unfastened his seatbelt trying to fetch my bottle from the seat behind. That way I could almost smell his ass cunt. Again his jeans lowered so much, that his cheeks were truly visible. He reappeared from this hot position and handed me the water. “You’re thirsty too?” I asked. He nodded but told me, that his bottle was in the backpack and that one was in the trunk. I suggested he took the other bottle from the back seat. I knew there was one left, since it was a bottle that was spiked with GHB. Again Daniel made his way to show me the moon and my cock was already bulging out dangerously. He opened the water bottle and didn’t seem to mind, that he didn’t hear the obvious ‘click’ from a sealed bottle. He swallowed a few sips and we continued talking casually. I started to drink from my water bottle again and animated Daniel to drink some more water too. After a while I realized, that Daniel was getting sleepy I slowed down the car speed. He had drunk half of the bottle probably. I wanted him to be conscious, but helpless. I hoped he didn’t drink too much. The open bottle in his hand dropped to his crotch and spilled on his jeans. I stopped the car. There was no other car in sight now. I grabbed the bottle out of the boys crotch and asked him if he was okay. He wasn’t barely even able to open his eyes, but he saw the mess he produced. “Oh no…. I am sorry mate….. I am just so tired. I don’t know what…..” he mumbled. “No big deal” I replied and added, that it was only water. Still I told him I needed to dry the mess, since the water was already reaching his seat. He nodded solemnly, but didn’t reply and so I took a cloth and started pressing and rubbing against Daniel’s crotch. While holding the cloth I was feeling the guys dick up very good. He moaned and tried to focus on me, but was not able to show great resistance. “Spread your legs, so I can reach the seat” I told him. He did, but I didn’t care about the seat I was just touching the boys crotch right now. The cloth went to the back seat and I massaged Daniel’s dick unashamedly through his jeans and started opening his buttons. He moaned softly, but didn’t open his eyes anymore. “Got you” I said and started the engine. I wanted to each the next possible abandoned place and since I knew the area very well, I already had a good spot in mind. I’ve looked at my new toy and thought…. ‘The Scorpion is about to sting again...’

For me as a bottom, being fucked bare versus being fucked rubbered are as different as being fucked rubbered versus being fucked with a dildo. Without a rubber I can feel the warmth, movement and the sliding sensations of his cock inside me much more keenly. Those sensations are much more present, and are often almost completely absent with a rubber. But, ok, sometimes if a top REALLY insists on fucking me safe, I can get over the loss of those sensations. Except that, when he's about to cum, it's like the path divides for me. If he's bare, I will feel his cum shoot inside, I'll get the warm rush, feel the sudden extra lubrication especially if the top keeps fucking me. And I get the jizzjoy, very intensely, for a long time afterwards. The other side of the path is if he's rubbered. He still gets to cum. He still gets to keep fucking me, but I am completely denied that warm rush, the psychological awesomeness of his cum fucked into me. I am denied the jizzjoy. So yeah, for me, bare and safe are hugely different. If you put on a rubber, you may as well just go ahead and fuck me with a dildo instead...

Hi, its Will here, not Jake. I thought you guys might like to hear about some fun Jake and I had about six months after he moved in with me here in Amsterdam. Given Jake's experience, I thought I'd post this under a different topic. It was a Tuesday night and we went out to the bars for some fun, as we do every night. Tuesday was the quietest of the week but we always enjoyed ourselves. We started with the local raunchy bar only two minutes walk from our apartment. Jake has described it in an earlier blog. Jake had been in the cellar about 15 minutes whilst I stood drinking a beer and checking out the men. I knew him well and he'd already have been bred by several raw cocks and his ass muscles would be currently milking a cock empty of its seed. I heard the bar door close and looked across to see who had entered. I was impressed in a second. He was about 30, perhaps six foot, very broad and exceptionally handsome with dark hair. After his eyes adjusted to the subdued lighting and he got his bearings, he walked over to the bar counter. From my position, I could see his side, giving me the opportunity to check his rear. His legs were very thick but his ass was to die for. It was big, looked rock hard and stuck way out. Staring, I felt my cock hardening and thought I'd love to breed it. After receiving his beer, the guy turned around and began checking out the bar and the other men. I'm not shy and don't hesitate for a second when I see something I want, so when he looked in my direction, I gave him the best smile I could manage. He reciprocated showing the most beautiful set of white teeth I think I had ever seen. His lips were plump and his mouth wide. His smile lit up his whole face and his eyes twinkled. I knew that many Hollywood A listers would be extremely jealous of his handsome face, smile and teeth. Before his smile had even ended I was walking over to him. I introduced myself and he spoke English saying his name was Zac. Not having seen him before, I asked if he was visiting Amsterdam on a vacation or for work. Zac explained that he had arrived earlier in the day for a six night vacation. He was staying in a hotel near the train station only five minutes walk away. We chatted for a bit about his sightseeing plans and I gave him some tips and other places to visit. I wanted to get the conversation onto more interesting subjects, at least for me, so I asked if he had a boy friend and if so was he here with him. A fleeting look of hurt flashed across Zac's face before he explained that eight months ago he had split with a boy friend of 11 years. He said the boy friend was his only sexual partner even to this day. Guys, I was amazed and shocked. I resisted temptation to ask why they had split after so many years, but Zac went on to tell me the details anyway. Clearly he must have felt it therapeutic to tell a stranger in another country, who he was not going to see again. He explained that he was always the top and one day he was diagnosed with Chlamydia. After a heated confrontation, the boy friend admitted that for two years he had visited adult book stores, three of four times a week, where he had let men raw fuck him. Zac asked me what sane guy barebacks anyone but his partner. Given my interests, I decided to assume the question was rhetoric and didn't answer. Zac went on to say they had spit immediately but it had left him with some issues, one of which was serious. I wondered what that was, but he didn't elaborate. I said how sorry I was to hear what had happened and put on what I hoped was an understanding face. Whilst hearing the story, I thought that the boy friend sounded just my type. My cock was like a rock inside my boxer briefs which I could feel were now soaked with pre seed. I knew I wanted in Zac's ass bareback so badly. Changing the subject, I told Zac that I had a boy friend of eight months and he would be joining me shortly. For a second Zac's face showed disappointment but he went on to say that's great. I was pleased by his initial disappointment as it revealed he was interested. Taking a chance, I went on to say that we sometimes did three ways. As you guys know, it was a huge understatement as every evening Jake and I fuck raw with other men. During the afternoons when I am at work, Jake visits the bars and raw fucks with even more. I watched Zac closely and he was shocked, but I also saw a flash of sexual curiosity pass in his eyes. From my observation of him, I knew that Zac was one of those guys whose faces showed whatever emotion they were thinking, even if it was subconscious. My boner was trapped and uncomfortable and I needed to adjust it in my boxers. I wasn't discreet about doing so. Zac noticed and his face blushed scarlet when he saw I had caught him looking. His bashfulness was even more of a turn on to me. We chatted for another 10 minutes or so about nonsense (I think in English you call it short or small talk). Over Zac's shoulders, I saw Jake emerge from the cellar exit. He hesitated briefly when he saw me talking to someone but then walked towards us with a raunchy grin. I introduced them, but for a long second or two, Zac was stunned by Jake's appearance. As you know, Jake is just short of five feet. He has the most beautiful innocent face and brown eyes. His hair is ash blonde but since we first met, he has let it grow out of the buzz cut he had. His new locks make him look even more angelic than ever. When Zac recovered, he shook Jake's hand. Zac asked if he could get us a drink. We thanked him and both asked for beers. Zac leaned towards me and quietly asked “is Jake old enough to drink alcohol as its 21yo in his country?”. Truthfully, I said “sure don't worry about it. He's 18yo and the bar staff no longer ask to see his ID”. He turned around and walked to the bar counter. Very quickly, I told Jake what Zac had said about his break up and that it had led to a serious issue. I said that I was going to ask him to come back to our place. I told him not to repeat what I had said and in view of Zac's bareback comment and lack of sexual experience, not to tell him about our interests. Jake's innocent little face lit up with an evil grin of lust. Jake and I have never barebacked anyone against their will. There are many occasions when guys have refused bareback and that has been the end of the matter and it would be with Zac, if he didn't consent. Before Zac came back from the bar counter, Jake told me that three men had raw fucked him in the cellar but only the last one had shot. He said that going by the way the cock had throbbed it had been a good sized load of seed. Natural lube for Zac's raw cock I hoped. After Zac returned with our beers we chatted for maybe an hour. During that time Jake and I were sexually flirting like mad. I would keep rubbing and adjusting my bone. Jake would rub his nipples and lick his lips when glancing at Zac's crotch. From my left, I could see the side of Jake's ass which was showing two inches of ass crack. As you know he has a very small ass, it is a bubble, sticks out and when touched is firm. To show it off, I like Jake to wear low cut pants that show both the shape of his ass and two or more inches of crack. Given his small body size, he can't get pants like these in stores so I have a gay tailor, another barebacker as it happens, to make them for him. They are always made from ultra thin material and cut tight to hug and emphasise his ass shape perfectly. That tailor is a perv as he's often got Jake at his place for measurement and fittings lol. Never using underwear, but always wearing short tight shirts, Jake's ass crack is always exposed when we go cruising. It gets him lots of raw cock I can tell you. Many times I have thought about having the words “raw fuck only” tattooed immediately above Jake's ass crack. Jake and I are sexually intimate with a barebacking tattooist infamous for the tattoos he does for barebackers. He has one himself just about his crotch with the word PROUD. I knew he'd be boned the entire time he inked Jake's ass. There would be no charge because he'd probably have his PA'd raw cock deep inside Jake during the entire procedure. So far I have decided against it as it would cancel out the innocent look that Jake has and would put off guys like Zac. As a half way measure, I sometimes use a permanent marker to write some raunchy words above his crack. Zac looked so many times at the other side of Jake's ass and I knew he'd be able to see the same two inches of ass crack. Zac's face cheeks were flushed during most of the chat. After an hour I'd had enough chat and wanted to fuck, so I asked Zac if he would like to come back to our apartment for a coffee or another beer. He hesitated. Before he could think of an excuse to say no, I said we lived only two minutes walk from the bar and on the way to his hotel. I said there was no commitment to do anything but we could continue our chat where it wasn't so noisy. He agreed to do so. My cock throbbed in anticipation of the fun Jake and I intended. Arriving home, I got us some more beers. I sat next to Zac on the sofa and Jake sat opposite him on the chair. I wondered how to start the fun Jake and I wanted, given Zac's comments about bareback and his lack of sexual experience, other than with his one boy friend. I had left the heating on when we left for the bar so the apartment was hot. I was sweating and it gave me an idea. Catching Jake's eye, I discreetly touched my own shirt and pants. He got the idea. Suddenly standing up, Jake said how hot he was and he was going to strip to cool off. He looked at Zac saying, “I hope you don't mind”. What could Zac say as it wasn't his place after all? Jake lifted his shirt and when it was over his head, I head Zac say “FUCK” under his breath as he stared at Jake's 27inch waist, tight small torso, little pink nipples and hairless pits. Next, Jake took off his sneakers before pulling off his pants. He bent over to tidy his clothes but I knew it was just a performance to show Zac his back and ass. To this day, I can't see or breed his ass often enough. It's a small bubble that is perfectly proportioned to his body. Sitting back on the chair Jake had his legs wide open and his cock pointed to his chin Without knowing he had, Zac again repeated “FUCK” under his breath. His eyes were popping out as he now stared at Jake's lower waist, smooth nuts and crotch as well as his rock hard cock. As you know, Jake has a 7 inch uncut cock that looks huge next to his small frame. He is naturally smooth and since we met, has kept his pits and crotch hair free meaning the only hair is on his head. I looked at Zac who had a very presentable tent in his loose fitting pants. I got up and turned on the TV and DVD. As there was already a disk in the player, the TV showed a guy getting barebacked with another dozen or so guys encouraging them. Had Zac not been able to take his eyes off Jake, he might have noticed that it was Jake on the DVD getting roughly bred by a rather gaunt looking 60 year old, tattooed guy with a thick cock. It was from the first bareback orgy I took Jake to and that he has promised to tell you about. On the way back to the sofa, I opened a drawer and removed two bottles of extra strong poppers I have heard are only available here in Amsterdam. I could hear the verbal from the DVD and guys were telling the top to breed him, to give him everything he had so he'd remember this night for ever. The atmosphere was electric with sexual tension. Whilst sitting down, I told Jake to come over and kiss Zac. He did so and sat on Zac's knees, face to face. Ever so gently, Jake kissed Zac's full lips. I saw Jake's tongue come out, push between those lips and into Zac's mouth. Almost in unison we all sighed in pleasure. I held the poppers up to first Zac and then Jake's nostrils telling them to exhale and then breath in the fumes several times. Their necks and faces flushed with blood and their gentle kissing turned wild. I could see Jake forcing open Zac's mouth. In seconds they has lost themselves, the only thing they were aware of was the sensation of lips against lips, their tongues thrusting against tongue and exploring each other mouths. I knew that at least in Jake's head, they had become one person connected by mouths in just the same way as a raw cock in ass connected two men, making them one. After feeding them more poppers, I leaned over and made it a three way open mouthed snog. Jake and I forced more and more saliva into Zac's mouth so he had to swallow it. We sucked and swallowed Zac's saliva. Our DNA was being taking into each other, to be part of our bodies for ever. Zac pulled his mouth away and looking at Jake he said “are you sure you're 18yo”. Given Jake's height and body size, I could understand Zac's caution as neither Jake or I are into underage guys or guys who are! Not just because its illegal, but it's sick as fuck! Jake looked at Zac saying he was 18 and Zac could see his passport if he wanted assurance. I got up, retrieved the passport and showed it to Zac who relieved, resumed kissing Jake again with long, dirty snogs. Whilst they were sucking and swallowing each other's saliva. I stood up and took my clothes off. When Zac saw my cock, he stopped kissing Jake and said “fuck me, it's huge”. I thought don't worry I'm going to raw fuck and breed you even though you're a top. As you know, my cock is 10 inches uncut and 7inches thick. The mushroom head is wider at 8inches, more so if really turned on. Thick pulsing veins run down the entire shaft. My bull nuts are big, heavy and hang real low. I can hear you guys thinking how lucky I am to be gifted like that. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change a thing, but the weight of my nuts and cock, even when unboned can ache like fuck. Lots of the time I have to wear jocks to support the weight. Lastly, my piss slit produces a constant stream of pre seed from the second I see someone I want. It flows from the cock head like a faucet and increases in speed if I'm about to, or actually having fun with someone. It feels like a very slow piss stream does when going through your cock head. Some guys have been repulsed by the volume of pre seed but it serves me well. I rarely need artificial lube to fuck ass, despite my size. My cock pumps more pre seed into ass than most guys do when they shoot. My full blown seed is equally voluminous but most guys don't get to see that as I fuck it deep. Needless to say, the pre seed was hanging six inches from the head when I pulled down my pants and exposed my cock to Zac. I told Jake to get on the floor between Zac's legs and suck his cock. He did so then opened Zac's fly, pulled down his boxers to expose his cock and balls. His boned cock was about 7 or 7.5cut, and it was a wedge that gets wider until it reached his nuts which were full and hairy. There was no sign of pre seed to my disappointment and I knew Jake would feel the same. Jake groaned when he saw the cock and I knew he'd be imagining it in his ass, raw and pumping seed. Whilst all this was going on I kept them both flying with poppers. Taking hold of the cock, as if it would break, Jake gently kissed the head, before kissing every inch of the shaft. I knew that, if only temporarily, Jake loved that cock with every cell in his body. Next he cupped Zac's nuts feeling their weight and plumpness before kissing firstly the left then right one. I knew from experience he'd be thinking about the seed they contained that would soon be transferred into his body via Zac's cock. Jake then licked up the shaft and his tongue flicked around Zac's cock head. Jake took the head into his mouth and sucked gently at first but then with increasing pressure. He lowered his head and gagged when Zac's cock head went passed the back of his mouth and down his throat. He worked the entire cock with his mouth and throat muscles. While he was doing this, I took Zac's left hand and placed it onto my cock. We both moaned at the touch. In seconds, the back of Zac's hand and all his fingers were covered in my pre seed. Like most guys, his hand wasn't big enough to fully grip the shaft. He used the pre seed to slide his hand up and down my entire length, but his hand kept going back to the head as if amazed by the size. I could hear that Zac was getting close, as did Jake. The last thing we wanted was for him to shoot before we were had had our fun. To slow things down, I told Zac to stand up and take his clothes off so that Jake could get to his cock better. My request was only partly true as I was desperate to see Zac's body, especially the ass that looked so good in the pants. He stood up and first took off his shirt and then let his pants drop to the floor. This time it was Jake and I that stared and moaned at the sight. His body was stunning to say the least and matched his exceptional looks. Zac had the classic masculine V shape. His wide muscled shoulders narrowed down to what looked like a 32inch waist. He body was lean but rippled with muscles in all the right places. From his crotch, a treasure trail of fine soft hair led up past a tight washboard stomach to spread out across his chest meeting plump protruding nipples. I told him to turn around so that we could see his back. Like his front, he was of course V shaped but it was his ass that caused Jake and I to stare, then look at each other. It was big guys. The arch of his back went in and his ass stuck way out like a mantle piece does over a fireplace. Each cheek was huge in itself and when I touched them, they were as hard as concrete. I thought this guy must cycle for hours every day or do some other exercise to keep them that rock hard. His legs were mildly hairy but his ass and back was smooth. Jake knows how I feel and isn't upset by it, but I especially like masculine bodies like Zac's. Don't get me wrong, Jake's body will make my cock bone in one second but bodies like Zac's do it for me, big time. I felt my pre seed stream increase at the thought of parting Zac's rock hard cheeks and fucking into his ass hole. I told Zac to bend over in front of Jake who immediately pushed his face between the cheeks. I knew when Jake's mouth and tongue had found Zac's ass ring as he began groaning in pleasure. I fed him several lung fulls of poppers as Jake ate. Meanwhile, my fingers were collecting my pre seed. At first I rubbed it all over Zac's face. Then I took big dollops of it and rubbed it firmly into his gums and his tongue. There was so much of it he had to swallow. When Jake was finished eating, Zac sat back down. Without any prompting, Jake sat back on Zac as he had earlier. This time there were no clothes to spoil the skin on skin sensation. I gave Jake a bottle of poppers and my eyes told him the real fun was to begin and to keep Zac and himself poppered up. They began deep snogging again and I got on my knees between Zac's legs. I was met with the most beautiful sight. Zac's cock was through Jake's legs. As it was so hard, it had forced open his tiny little ass cheeks and the head was only an inch from the entrance to Jake's ass. It was as if Zac's cock had a mind of its own and was ignoring Zac's safe fuck thoughts. It was seeking its natural, predestined, raw entry into ass, then to breed its seed into the body for ever. Something it had so badly missed for too long. I was positive that the cock would win over the head. I knew that Zac was shy and inexperienced which I assumed was why as a top he'd not taken an active part in the fun. Taking hold of his hands I pulled them around Jake's waist and onto his cheeks. He moaned as he felt them. I took his finger and put it into Jake's ass. Both of them moaned in pleasure this time. Now his hands never left Jake's cheeks and he held on firmly. I leaned forward holding my cock head over Zac's cock for the few seconds it took to thoroughly soak the entire head and shaft, as well as Jake's ass entrance. I massaged yet more pre seed into Zac's cock paying close attention to the head and piss slit. I didn't bother pushing any into Jake as I knew the seed from the guy in the bar cellar earlier in the night would provide all the lube needed. I took hold of the cock and edged it closer and closer to Jake's anticipating ass entrance. Finally it connected and both of them trembled. That was the signal for Jake who inhaled a lung full of poppers before getting Zac to take even more. When they were both flying, Jake slowly sat down on to the head of Zac's raw cock. I watched as Jake's ass ring slowly expanded as he bore down on to the cock head. Slowly, Jake's ass hole enveloped the head and all of a sudden, the head popped in and became invisible to me. Now I moaned at the sight of Jake and Zac connected as one person. Jake continued his slow slide down Zac's cock. The wedged shape cock opening Jake further and further until he had taken it all. Now I could only see balls against Jake's ass. As he held still, Jake's ass cheeks began clenching and I knew he was using his ass muscles to massage Zac's cock and milk it if there was now some pre seed. I was stroking my cock like fuck. I looked across Jake's shoulders to see that Zac had his eyes closed and his face was conflicted, contorting by the second from pleasure to guilt. Jake slowly lifted himself up and back down, fucking his own ass with Zac's raw cock. Getting faster, he bobbed up and down on that raw cock more and more firmly but taking care not to let the head pop out. I knew he'd be thinking that might be the trigger for Zac to put a stop to it as he had surely seen how conflicted he was. After twenty or so thrusts, and without any warning Zac suddenly lifted Jake off his cock saying not without a condom. Truthfully, I said that we didn't have any. I was 36yo and for 20 years had never used one, nor had Jake since I introduced him to sex with men. To our frustration, Zac leaned over, fished into his pocket and produced a condom. I thought, shit. He rolled it onto his cock as I sat on the sofa next to Zac and facing Jake. I had no desire to see a wrapped cock enter and fuck Jake. I could see Jake was disappointed but my eyes told him to just go with it for the time being. Zac pulled Jake back down onto his cock and proceeded to fuck him. Listening for any sign of Zac getting close to shooting, in which case I would have done something to halt it, I watched for a minute or two as they fucked. Not being able to stand it any more, I told Jake to get up and lay on the sofa with his ass over the edge. Zac got on his knees putting Jake's ankles over his shoulders. I got behind Zac. I looked at Jake and my eyes told him now was the time. He fed Zac lung fulls of poppers as I forced my raw cock through those amazing rock hard cheeks until the head was nuzzling his ass entrance and hopefully injecting pre seed. Whilst Zac was still flying, I took hold of the condom and ripped it off his cock before throwing it onto Jake's stomach for them both to see. After grabbing hold of his cock, I lined it up with Jake's ass entrance. Using the weight of my body and the pressure of my cock head at Zac's ass, I pushed him into Jake until he was buried balls deep. Jake yelled yeaahhhh and started pulling Zac's nipples. Zac said “No not without a condom”. I replied with shush shush. I took hold of Zac's waist and slowly pulled him back. Then I pushed him forward again. This happened for maybe six or seven thrusts into Jake's ass, before Zac yelled “no it's too dangerous for him”. Again I replied sshh sshh. As I continued to push and pull Zac, I looked across his shoulders to Jake. His eyes had turned from the normal brown color to black orbs, having dilated fully with the excitement of the moment. I released the pressure slightly and my cock throbbed as I realised that Zac had taken over and was slowly fucking into Jake. I lifted my hands to show Jake that Zac was fucking all by himself. As the thrusts got firmer and faster, the verbal from Jake and I began. Jake shouted, all sorts of disgusting demands, for it harder, deeper and begging Zac to shoot and seed him. I whispered into Zac's ear, but loud enough for Jake to hear. I was saying: Feel how warm and good your raw cock feels inside Jake's ass His ass feels like silk doesn't it Raw fucking is what your cock wants Its so wet because a guy raw fucked Jake in the bar cellar when we first started chatting tonight Fuck that guy's seed into Jake's ass walls, get it down your piss slit Give him your seed, make it part of him forever. Jake continued yelling and begging whilst Zac whimpered in guilty pleasure. Gradually his breathing got faster and faster as his thrusts got harder. He was now pulling completely out of Jake before ploughing back in hard, mean thrusts, balls deep. All three of us knew how close he was to flooding Jake's ass. I said that after he shot inside, I was going to raw fuck his load even deeper into Jake so that it would never seep out and be part of him forever. I told him to give Jake everything he had. That was it. Zac yelled at the top of his voice “I'm shooting”. I looked down, watching and feeling Zac's balls pulse and lift again and again as they emptied themselves through his cock into Jake. When finished, he fell onto Jake's stomach and chest, struggling to get his breath. Jake lifted Zac's head, whispered thanks then proceeded to kiss him. Jake later told me that Zac's face was again contorted with blissful pleasure and guilt at what he had done. After Zac got his breath back, he pulled out of Jake and sat next to him on the sofa. Jake leaned over and lovingly cleaned Zac's now softening cock. I said, “Zac bend over and watch”. After he did so, I placed my cock between Jake's legs and rested it onto his stomach. I put Zac's finger on to Jake's stomach where my cock slit ended and said “look how far my cock is going to go inside him when I get balls deep”. Zac looked amazed, as if it was impossible to get so far into Jake's torso. I wasted no time lining my cock up to Jake's ass entrance. I slowly pushed in, expanding Jake's ass hole much wider than the last 15 minutes. Zac stared incredulously as he watched my raw cock head pop inside and disappear into Jake, followed by the rest of my 10inch cock. I could feel the wetness of seed in Jake's ass surrounding my cock. I fucked Jake mercilessly, ramming Zac's seed hard into his ass walls. Jake was yelling with pain but still begged for it harder, which of course he got. After five minutes or so, I slowly pulled out without having bred Jake. My seed tonight was intended for another ass, that had never taken any cock or seed before, but soon would do so. I got up and told Jake and Zac to clean my cock with their tongues. Both did so until they had tasted both loads. I hope you guys enjoyed this. If enough of you tell us you want the rest of the story, I will write it up. Will

OK, I finally got time to answer your questions... I went over to Jay's every week or two for about four months. Like I said, he was a top but still versatile enough to want to show me how to do it right. He would lay with his head hanging over the bed and I would stand over him and fuck his throat, usually after he took a big hit of poppers. I tried poppers and thought they were OK, but I was 20 or 21 and didn't really need them, if you know what I mean (and I didn't like the headache afterward). Jay had a three-bedroom apartment and had regular sex parties. I never went, but he showed me some photos -- sucking, fucking, some on a rim seat and a few with a guy getting pissed on in a bathtub. Jay's face was never in them, but he was always topping. Anyway, we had one really hot throat-fucking session one day. I had taken a huge hit of poppers and found myself really just raping his throat (he was poppered up and willing, of course). The gagging and coughing really turned me on and I shot hard. Later when we were cleaning up he invited me to come to a party that Saturday night -- "no pressure," just a chance to hang out and see what was up. It was a pretty horny scene in some ways -- and in others, not so much to me. There were some guys in full leather, which didn't interest me. One bedroom had an anything goes scene with guys sucking and fucking. In the living room there was a lot of beer and a couple of pigs going around sucking any cock they could find. Since I was new and younger, both were on me pretty quickly -- one was OK and the other was pretty good, but what felt great was when they sucked my dick at the same time (one on the shaft, one on the head). After some of this I shot a load and they both were on me trying to eat every drop. After that I had another beer and a couple of smokes, deciding whether I wanted to stay or not. I was horny again pretty quick but to be honest the scene wasn't as hot as I wanted. I went to the back to see if I could find Jay. The door to the back bedroom was only about half-open. There was no light. I went in and found a guy just a few years older than me sprawled on the bed on his stomach, really out of it. One of the leather guys was fucking him, and another guy was holding down the guy's arms, which was barely necessary since the guy getting fucked was just moaning softly. Two more guys were watching and jerking it -- one of them was Jay. The leather guy started making noises like he was going to come, and the guy holding down the bottom's arms started saying, "Do it. Shoot that load. Shoot that load in his ass. Get it in there. Get it deep." The leather guy suddenly shuddered, pushed as far as he could into the young guy's ass, and obviously dropped a huge load inside. Suddenly Jay's arm was around me. "You want that?" he said. I shook my head no and realized I'd been jerking my cock. "Come on, man," Jay said. "Just put the tip in. See how it feels." The guy on the bed was sort of groping behind himself blindly, feeling around for a cock. So I did. Grabbed his ass and just put the tip of my cock in. It was warm and very slick with cum. The guy tried to back up on my dick. I didn't want to do it, but suddenly I was really hard and thought maybe I would jerk off on the guy's asshole. I felt Jay's arm around me. With his left hand he put a bottle of poppers under my nostril and closed the other nostril. With his other hand he guided my dick deeper into the guy's ass. These poppers were a LOT better than the ones he'd used before and suddenly all I wanted to do was fuck this kid's ass. Hard. And I did it. He started to moan and yell and the guy holding his arms locked his arms to the bed and locked eyes with me while I fucked what turned out to be his boyfriend, who was being whored out for the night. "Fucking load his ass!" the guy commanded, and I shot REALLY quick, quicker than I thought possible. Without even thinking about or being aware it was happening I was cumming up his ass and it felt great. To this day I still like a lot of things I really discovered that day -- anon sex, hard sex, being serviced by guys who were being whored out by their boyfriends. Still love fucking a throat while a guy's getting fucked at the other end, preferably by his partner or master who is getting off by watching his sub used. Anyone into that, hit me up.

my first time going bb the guy was fucking me he said im going to cum in you,i asked him to pull out, he said to late and blew in me,couple days later he was bb me again and as he was close he said im going cum on you, i said id rather you cum in me, i fucking loved it :-)

Part X As I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and took a sip, I could hear more groans coming from the living room. I was always proud of myself when I was able to keep Drew from almost immediately rebounding from the sheer punishment he had learned to crave. Normally he would already be begging for more, but I could tell that having to hold in his orgasm while he had been so close to the edge had sapped a lot of energy from him. I filed away that information so I could create even more grueling sessions for him next time, but for now at least he had earned his reward. As I stood in front of the open fridge I could feel the heat and sweat pulled from my body by the cold air. I felt the coat of fluids on my cock and balls drying out and enjoyed the buzz of satisfaction from having savaged and injected two holes tonight. Unlike the fuck machine moaning on my living room floor, I needed a little downtime before I would be ready to go again. I had prepared for the long weekend ahead of me, but I knew I had to pace myself so I could remain in control, especially when I was breaking in a new fuck toy like the slab of meat passed out upstairs. After a minute I closed the fridge and walked back out to the living room. Drew was still lying on his back, but was trying to remove the shirt tangled around his arms and neck. I loved the sight of his compact and muscular upper body as he twisted his limbs to finally free himself, like a magician trying to escape from a straight jacket. He was also kicking his legs to try and get off the clumped jeans that had been my impromptu restraints as I savaged his hole. Our sweat had soaked through his clothing, making it stick to his skin as he tried to pull them from his overheated body. His still throbbing cock had left a trail of slime past his belly button and across his abs as his whole body flexed. I could tell from experience that he was still very close to the edge. Once his cock had been roused it wouldn’t go down until he had shot his poisoned load. Whenever I would deny Drew, it would shake and flex in desperation to get release. I considered it my personal mission to make that its natural state. Finally, as he pulled the ruined shirt over his head and kicked the jeans off his feet, he collapsed back down onto the floor, finally nude and coated in fluids. I knew that even laying still his battered hole and prostate would be throbbing in tune with the pulse flowing through his cock, sending aching signals up to his rewired brain. When he finally opened his eyes and focused on me, I could see the disbelief at how collected and composed I was compared to the state he was in. As I smirked at his amazement, his eyes were once more drawn down to my deflated cock which had slightly hardened from watching his toned body twist and contort. I could see the hunger in his eyes, but knew I was in no state at the moment to satisfy it. Snapping my fingers, his beautiful blue eyes quickly shot back up to my face as the last of the fog cleared from his brain. “I thought I told you to go upstairs, unless of course you aren’t interested in meeting my new cum slut.” An involuntary flex of his cock caused a fresh bead of precum to squeeze out of his slit as his breathing increased and his eyes quickly turned back to the stairs. As I strode past him he quickly got up and followed me up the stairs to the bedroom. I entered the room and found my muscle stud sprawled across the bed just as I had left him, still passed out from the torture and ecstasy he had endured earlier. The only difference was that during the time I had spent downstairs teaching Drew a lesson, the drugs had time to take full effect, and his overworked cock had been forced back into a painfully hard erection. The contrast between his throbbing cock and his limp body exposed the truth of how easily he had been conquered. Both Drew and I knew that his insatiable dick was the cause of his downfall, and that we would continue to hijack it to completely break the rest of his body and mind. I sat down in a chair facing the bed and began to nurse the cold beer I had brought. After taking a swig, I quietly nodded to Drew and gave him silent permission to finally have his turn with my latest prey. Drew approached the bed and drank in the sight of the stud passed out on it. I could tell that Drew approved as another flex of his groin caused his shaft to bob in the air. Even more precum joined the rest of the slick coat that covered his huge pole and dripped over his balls. He slowly climbed onto the bed, spreading his weight out between his hands and legs, and stalked towards his exhausted prey. He almost looked like a spider traveling across his web, perfectly placing his limbs on the invisible strands and leaving his victim completely unaware of his approach. Once he was behind him, he reached past the unconscious hunk and took one of my pillows. I watched as he pulled off the pillow case and tossed the cushion off the bed. Drew grasped the wrists of my slut and gently pulled them behind his massive torso to the small of his back. He took the soft fabric and slowly but firmly bound his wrists, giving a final sharp tug to make sure the bonds were coiled tight. Normally my new fucktoy would have been able to easily shred his way out of these restraints, but I knew the agony of the long hours when I had battered and abused his body in the basement while all his bulk hung unnaturally on his twisted limbs meant that now he would be as feeble as sacrificial lamb in the hands of Drew. Even though he was still out cold, the sore aches covering his body felt every small strain Drew made preparing him for his feast and caused more deep moans of pain. Drew eased the stud over onto his back with this arms now firmly trapped beneath his body. I could hear Drew beginning to breathe harder and harder while his nostrils flared like a bull preparing to gore his prize. It had been over a month since I had let him fuck anyone, that whole time spent surrounded everyday by over a dozen other hard and brawny firefighters all working, sleeping, playing, sweating and showering together, making Drew frenzied with unfulfilled desire of all the pure testosterone around him. Letting his beautiful cock go untouched for so long seemed like a crime against nature, but I knew that it only intensified his need to plunge deep inside a quivering, unwilling hole and pump load after load of his dirty seed inside. Once Drew was crouched between his legs, he slowly grabbed the bikers’ ankles and began to push them up into the air. Still motionless on his back and unaware of the new danger, my biker began to groan even more as futile warnings of pain tried to force their way into his brain. But they were still too weak to penetrate his complete exhaustion. With slow inevitability, Drew maneuvered his prey until his ankles were resting gently over Drew's shoulders. Drew pressed his hands behind the knees and began to fold the legs back down until his prey was folded completely in half, with his feet dangling straight up above him in the air and his ass lifted completely off the bed. The bikers stiff cock was now pointing down across his compressed stomach to the bottom of his chest and aimed towards his face, and I had to smile at the sight. I could imagine how many holes that massive rod had forced its way into and dumped shot after shot of boiling cum, only to end up throbbing totally useless across his broken body in complete neglect. As his ruined hole became completely exposed, I could still see a ring of my dirty seed oozing past the red and inflamed lips that were just barely managing to stay closed. I heard Drew draw in a sharp breath as he finally saw his prize and his own huge cock throbbed even harder with desire. Rising slowly off of his knees on to the balls of his feet, Drew leaned over his prey and maneuvered his huge cock until it was directly over the battered hole. He moved steadily until the head of his cock was gently kissing the lips of his prey’s ass, smearing the outside of the battered hole in a fresh glaze of loaded precum. He froze, his body locked in position straight as a board, with all of his body weight balanced between the hands holding his prey’s legs behind the knees and the balls of his feet extended out behind him. He remained motionless, savoring the conquest that his prey had absolutely no way of stopping the brutal mauling he was about to endure. I could see his shaft throb in desperation to have anything stimulate it and push it over the edge to his long denied orgasm. Suddenly, his entire body seemed to tense and flex like an unleashed bow, and he slammed down his 10 inches of steel, burying it to the hilt as his bare balls slapped against the violated hole. I saw the limp body below him shudder from the force of the impact traveled through him like an unstoppable wave and grind his shoulders into the mattress. Drew's bloated cock ripped into the defenseless ass and only the fact that he was unconscious saved his tortured ring from being torn open. The slick coat of precum on his cock mixed with my venom that was already smeared inside him and let him plunge deeper and wider than I had ever been able to go. As Drew's pelvis slammed into his prey, the slut's eyes shot open and his mouth gaped with a silent scream, unable to breathe from the avalanche of agony that crashed through him and caused every muscle in his body to spasm as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning. His pain clouded eyes locked onto Drew's that were staring down mercilessly at him only inches above his face. From my vantage point I watched his ruined ring spasm around Drew's buried shaft like a dying animal trying to escape from the fang sunk deep into his flesh. As if jerked from a string, I saw both of the orbs in Drew's sack yank up against the base of his shaft and a torrid of toxic cum blasted from his balls. Drew's own ruined asshole began to convulse over and over, pushing out a fresh stream of blood and dirty cum past his ring. His massive cock pulsed with the same rapid beat, stretching and flexing with each jet of boiling venom injected deep inside his prey. Drew grunted over and over as he poisoned the broken demi-god beneath him while riding a wave of ecstasy. After over a dozen shots had been pumped and flooded past his still trembling ring, my cumdump finally took a shuddering wheeze and began to try and thrash away from Drew. But even in the throws of pure pleasure, Drew fingers dug deep into his huge legs, keeping a grip as firm as iron as all of his weight pressed down and held him bent in half. The already ruined muscles of the biker turned what would have been a titanic battle of perfect studs into a sack of quivering flesh beneath Drew's rigid and sweaty body. The futile spasms weakened by the second under Drew's unflinching stare as he seemed to mesmerize his prey with those hard blue eyes. Finally, everything was still and time seemed to stretch as Drew's cruel and handsome face was burned into the new poz cumslut's exhausted and broken mind. True to form, Drew's rod had remained as stiff as steel even as it bathed inside a pool of pure heat in the ruined hole. Then, Drew began to slowly pull his hips back into the air, and from the depths of my bikers body his cock slowly slid out like a branch being pulled from thick mud. The taunt ring of the biker's ass was dragged up like a tent on his pole from the friction of flesh on flesh. I saw his red and puffy ring ripple and dance over each engorged vein on Drew's dick as it relentlessly rose from the depths of his cunt, sucking up a fresh coat of filthy cum along with it. On and on the shaft seemed to rise, and I began to wonder how Drew had plunged all of it so deep inside his body. At last, the bottom of Drew's swollen glands ground up against the inside of his sphincter, and with a jolt like an anchor catching on a reef Drew's massive cock jerked to a stop. After making his whore whimper in terrible anticipation, Drew's cock plunged back down to the hilt, meeting no resistance from my biker's submitting hole as his balls made a wet slap against the bloody cum forced out around his plunging shaft, only to rise back up and then plunge over and over again to the music of pain-laced squeals. I settled back to enjoy the rest of the show as a trickle of blood began to pump back into my well used cock. Note: Definitely looking like it's going to take more than one extra chapter. Lucky you guys.

Ted led me up the path to the campgrounds, stopping at the self-service kiosk, checking for overnight check ins. There were two check-ins so ted noted down which camp sites they signed up for and the check in names. We proceeded to the cantina and Ted gave me a list of the items to pull from the shelves, then showed me what needed cleaning and restocking, then went to begin preparing the morning breakfast for the campers purchases. As the aroma of sausage and eggs and breakfast burritos filled the cantina a few campers wandered in to stock up on supplies, toiletries and buy breakfast. I went about restocking the selves from the inventory that had come in the previous day, dusting the shelves and mopping the floor. All the while the revelations of the morning weighed on my mind, could it be my brother infected me with the bug, did he know or suspect he had it, did I want him and his infection, my cock began to harden thinking about him fucking me again. I thought about not only did he fuck me but he fucked my best friend, my life heartthrob, my brother from another mother, he spewed his toxic seed into both of us. I both wanted to make mad passionate love to him and beat the crap out of him for putting us at risk. As the morning wore on we closed down the diner part of the cantina, prepping pre made sandwiches to sell at noon and dinner take outs ready to be put on the BBQ’s in the evening. I went through most of the morning with a hard on, and a few of the campers didn’t help as they came through the cantina in little more than basketball or running shorts, their junk swinging barely concealed beneath the flimsy fabric, their chest heaving of manliness and sexuality. Lunch time came, Stuart and John took over the cantina while Ted and I went to join Todd and the guys for lunch, Dad tossed us some sandwiches and chips, he then sat on the end of the table “Ok guys, when we get back onboard tonight Stuart will address all of you, in the meantime, You all have a decision to make, I have some contacts and I Knew this was a possibility, given Stuarts wild streak, John had me come prepared, I have a 100 day supply for each of you if you choose to take it, of PreP” We all ate our lunch in silence for the most part, being in close proximity of Dave had me hard throughout lunch, as we were finishing up our lunch Dave nudged me tilted his head towards the men’s toilets/showers and excused himself to go use the bathroom. I followed him saying I needed release too, as soon as I got in the restroom I notice Dave was not at the urinals or in a stall, I walked around to the backside and found him naked stroking his hard cock, I immediately dropped my shorts and stripped off my tee shirt and went to my knees in front of him, taking his rod into my mouth and throat. He let me suck his cock just enough to get it slick with saliva before pulling me up and spinning me around, and slide his cock into my ass, it hurt like hell being impaled so quickly, although once in Dave was able to use the cream inside to lubricate my hole enough so each of us could enjoy the fuck “Ever since I heard the news this morning I wanted to give you some of my last negative seed, not sure if I want to take the prep dad is offering, seems like a lot of bother to have freedom” Dave pounded my hole and soon released his cum into my battered rectum, I enjoyed the ride and pondered the words, feeling him pulsate against my prostate delivering his spunk soon had my seed shooting on the tiled floor, my ass milking the last drops of semen from Dave’s still hard cock, he pulled me up to him and turned my head so he could plant a wet sloppy kiss on me ” that’s all we have time for now, we’ll talk later” With that he pulled on his shorts and tee shirt and ran back to the others. I turned around to grab my shorts and tee and suddenly heard applause. I turn around to find a camper who witnessed most of the fucking, Dave must have run right past him, he stood a couple inches taller than me and had sandy blonde hair and a muscular build which was accented by his tank top and low slung cargo shorts “You camping nearby? Would love some of that action” He then noticed my tee shirt and the camp insignia “Oh you guys work here, shit well I hope we can see each other during my stay” He turned and left out of embarrassment, I exited the bath house and returned to the picnic table to join Dave and my brothers. With John and Stuart taking the cantinas afternoon shift, Ted and I went to the camp office to pick up the site checklist and do verification rounds of the campsites, the first two sites were vacant although I found recently spent condoms near one of the picnic table, I being the kinky bastard I picked them up and tied them off for use later on Dave. The campsites were almost all identical just enough room for a couple tents, each had a water spigot in one corner and a power pole in the opposite with a smart meter on each pole. They had a small fire pit and a picnic table, many had room for a small camper or RV to hook up adjacent to them, as we went down the checklist on each site we noted which ones needed sprucing up and which ones were available. . Our third campsite was occupied and soon found out it was my tall blonde guy that was there with his friend, I also noticed that most of the campers were male with a few females hanging around the fringes in opposite corners of the campgrounds. I soon discovered that of the 38 campsite 12 were currently occupied, 8 with what I was deeming gay groups and 4 with lesbian couples. I noticed Ted was also handing out invitations to the weekend’s parties on the houseboat. He explained that we could only invite 11 people at a time onto the vessel to keep within marine occupancy limits, I asked when he invited the blonde guy and he said that they, the blonde and his companion would be boarding on Fridays festivities, this being Wednesday I only had two days to wait to see if the promising buldge in his shorts would ring true. We finished our rounds just before 4 and headed back to the offices which were on the backside of the cantina. Dave and the others were waiting on us and we loaded up supplies from the camp store to take down to the floating palace as we had named her. I grabbed a couple boxes and headed down to the dock with Dave at my side. Dad, Todd, was the last to arrive and cast us off as ted steered the vessel back to our private cove to be moored for the night. As the house made it across the lake I cut up some potatoes that Chris had boiled off earlier in the day and added salad dressing and cut hard boiled eggs to make a great big bowl of Potato salad while Dave went up and took over grilling duties for the evening.. By the time we reached the mooring Dinner was ready and we all dished up a plate and sat around the fire pit. Stuart gobbled down his meal of polish sausage, Baked Beans and Potato salad then stood before us “Ok guys, I know this mornings news was a shock to some, and sort of expected by others of you” He glanced over at Todd and John “Well, I guess I owe you all an explanation. First off let me say last night’s confession by our fathers was somewhat of a surprise to me but then again I Knew from the time of Joan’s death that they were in a long distance relationship. Ted knew too but we kept it quiet for our dads sake till they could break the news to you, I however did not know of the swapping that been going on and although I find it hot that I now have all these hot brothers, I know they have managed to keep us all valiant till our 18th birthdays preaching celibacy. Well I’d like to thank my Brother who broke my cherry on the night of my 18th birthday two years ago, I didn’t know you were my brother then but I think I’d have it no other way. Thank you Ted, who by the way has been the first to fuck all of us brothers now that I think about it.” We all laughed at Stuarts little quip “well as you all know I was accepted to UC Berkeley on a academic/athletic scholarship and as many of you know I sought out the Gayest –straight fraternity I could find and have been living in the fraternity house since my freshmen year started, four quarters ago, my pledge brother, Alan has been my roommate and part time lover for the past two years and for those of you who have not met him, he’ll be coming up with some of my frat bro’s this weekend. Well Alan makes me look like a saint in the sex department, he gets into some really slutty moods and goes hog wild. We had sex throughout our freshman year and pledge period with many of our brothers, but always with condoms and playing safe. Well that all changed this last fall when Alan who was feeling horny convinced me and several of our frat bros to go to a CumUnion party at the Steamworks back in September. Now I had barebacked with Alan in private before, but this was the first time we had had sex, bareback sex in public, the dozen or so of us who went let our hair down and had mad orgies in front of everyone who wanted to watch. Well I lost track of Alan when one of my Bro’s was pounding my hole while I was sucking some guy’s dick while someone was sucking mine underneath me. Well long story short Alan became a major cumdump that night and took massive anon loads into his hole he estimated 30 to 40 loads before I caught up with him again and I added my load to his already overflowing manpussy. Well Alan got sick around Halloween and we thought it was just the flu.” Stuart took a drink from his beer and continued “well Alan didn’t tell me but he went to the health center and got tested and treated for a couple of STI’s and also withheld that he was now POZ, although from what I gathered he confided in Dad that his status had changed and that he wanted to Knock me up so we would be bonded, He told Todd He really loved me and wanted to share every Part of himself with me. Well throughout the rest of the quarter Alan managed to go from bottom pig to dominate top whenever I would let him. I guess he succeed in knocking me up over Christmas since I got the fuck flu around Easter, I was in denial for the last two months as I wanted to believe he wouldn’t do that to me, but at the same time I love him for wanting to share his gift with me.” Stuart began to sob and Dad and john hugged him and Ted planted a big kiss on him as well “I’m so sorry Tom and Dave, I don’t know what possessed me to put you guys at risk and hope you weigh your choices, my choice is to go unmediated as long as I can, I have a strong T cell count and although my viral load is high It is dropping on it’s own as my body tries to fight off this infection, I know it’s a losing battle but I will cross that bridge when I come to it” Stuart sat down and continued to sob as Dave went over to him and Whispered to him “Thank you big bro for the most precious gift you could ever give me… the freedom to fuck whoever, however I can” While we were fixing dinner Dave and I talked about the consequences of the previous night’s sexual debauchery and what it meant for us, we decided that Stuart had given himself to us and we had in turn become bonded in a gift which was now shared between us. I walked over to my older brother ad took his hand and lead him to the hot tub and stripped him bare as Dave removed his and my clothes we all climbed into the tub We took our turns mounting his enraged hardened cock sliding our boycunt’s on his shaft. Taking turns playing who’s going to get the cream, as he shot his load deep inside me, in ground my ass into his crotch. After I dismounted Dave slid down his pole and attempted to milk another load from Starts balls. It didn’t take long before he shot his second load of the night into Dave. As we both leaned in and kissed our older brother we whispered into his ear in stereo “Let’s make sure this takes” and began teasing him to fuck us more

We were all kind of dumbstruck from our fathers confession, Ted was holding back the tears, just barely, I couldn’t tell if they were tears of joy or sorrow about being lied to his entire life, I was a bit elated to know these hunks who I had known all my life and had shared so much with, were in fact my half-brothers, and like me were at least bi sexual. I felt a swelling in my chest as Stuart came over to me and hugged me “Little bro, I know it’s a lot to take in but we’ll all be ok, dad wants to talk to you” Dad had strolled forward towards the bow Stuart and I joined him “Tom, Stu I know you think I lied to you and your mother all these years but she was well aware of the situation, as a matter of fact Joan and her had their own thing going until Joan’s passing from breast cancer” “we always wondered how you guy managed to pop out 6 boys in such a short time, but I never realized how you managed to beat the odds and come up with six homos” Stuart joked “Joan’s passing was too much for your mother and it’s why she thought we should separate, we never actually completed the divorce, but my work kept me away from not only you two but John as well, sort of why you guys never caught onto our long distance relationship” “I always suspected there was something strange about you friendship with John, and when you took Stuart with you to the coast when you and mom split, I’m glad I had Dave to help me through it” “Your mom knew Stuart was beginning to have homosexual tendencies, and thought keeping you two apart would reduce the trouble you two could have gotten into, his boasting on holidays and vacations, hid from you on our request, his flings with other boys, and some of them with girls were true” “yeah, and it kept my hands off my hot little bro, but that can change if you want it too, after all haven’t you taken two of my loads already” Stuart looked proud of himself Dad gave him a wicked smile and Stuart punched me in the shoulder, we walked over to rejoin the rest of the group around the dim blue-yellow light of the gas fire pit the glass beads sparkling in the glow. The sun had already set and the pit and a few Christmas lights were the only illumination on deck. I grabbed Dave and hugged him, now knowing he was my half-brother made me wonder if our relationship had a chance, I had always felt deep feelings for him, keeping them in check because he was so straight and never wanting to damage our friendship, without the physical activities of the sports we each played allowed our sexual tensions to cumulate in passion and lust. He kissed me and whispered “We have a long day ahead of us want to retire” I nodded and was about to tell the others when John stepped up “ok gentlemen, you have an early call tomorrow, and a lot of work to complete before the holiday weekend, so its best you head to your cabins and get some shut eye and some rest, oh and keep the moaning down it scares the fishes” With that we all began to head below, down the ladders, Dave and I retreated to our bunk and were about to close the door when Stuart stepped in behind us “Sorry mates but the captain has requested I bunk in here tonight” “The captain?” “Yeah, Todd and John, it’s been a couple weeks since they have been together and they wanted to do some catching up” We chuckled and flopped down on the bed, I intended to spoon Dave but Stuart got between us “If I don’t break this up now none of us is going to get any sleep, and I’ve only had one chance on this boy’s sweet hole” He said with a smirk. As the three of us lay there on the queen size bunk fondling and making out sleep was beginning to take over as Stuart turned into Dave and slid his cock into my lover’s hole, not to be left out I positioned my throbbing tool against Stuarts hole and let his gyrations into Dave work my cock into his now precum slickened hole, I did a quick adjustment to get a little closer and soon Stuart was rocking between us fucking Dave as I was fucking him. He moaned loudly as he shoot his fourth load into my boyfriend and I followed shortly after blasting my load into my older brother’s hot hole “You maybe my older bro, but your ass was made for fucking” I whispered into his ear We all fell asleep shortly after snuggled and spooned together, I was woken a couple of time in the night briefly with a cock in my now cum filled hole, as Stuart and Dave took turns making deposits in me when they would wake up. John began pounding on doors at 6am and we awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs being prepared in the galley, Stuart was up first and headed to the head to relieve himself of his piss stream. John had placed a bucket for that purpose just inside the door with a note on the toilet to use the bucket for number 1 and the toilet for all others. He explained just before breakfast that using the bucket saved the sanitation system on the craft from being emptied so often, and with an evil smirk “and other recreational uses” Stuart had avoided the mandatory Oral Quick swab the previous day, but Todd cornered him and handed him the test stick, he argued it wasn’t necessary that he was clean but dad made him do it anyway. Todd took the stick from him and sent him in to the galley for breakfast. I had relieved myself in the bucket alongside Dave and Chris and pulled on a pair of jeans, and headed to the galley myself. I finished my 2 eggs and a couple strips of bacon when John came around and added Stuarts name to the white board with a + following I looked at Dave and I looked at Stuart then at dad. Todd and John looked like it was what they had been expecting Stuart looked shocked, and terrified, he started sobbing “I’m so sorry little bros, I didn’t know, I didn’t realize I was putting you at risk” “Damn you Alan” he continued “Ok guys I know you now have a lot more to consider we have work to do” john piped in It had just occurred to me that the boat had been moving, all the time while we had been getting dressed and having breakfast as John threw tee shirts to Dave, Stuart and I I felt the motor rev up and reverse as the craft slid into the dock near the campgrounds, I looked at the duty rooster on the white board and saw I was paired with Ted, Dave was paired with Chris and Ben and Stuart was partnered with dad and John. “Ok the leads know the work schedule, newbies try to keep up, meet back here at noon for lunch” With that, we left the houseboat and headed up to the campgrounds for our first day of work

It felt weird at first to be making out with my dad, watching my best friend making out with my older brother and his older brothers alternating between me and Dave and each other and John their dad alternating between stroking his sons and my dad. I had always suspected there was something between John and Todd, my dad, today just verified mine and Dave’s suspicions. I felt John playing with the plug in my ass, as Stuart and Ben made out with Dave, then the three of them got out of the hot tub and headed forward, John had twisted the plug back and forth in my hole loosening me up and soon the relaxing waters and the attentions to my rear had the plug sliding in and out of me like a dildo, John slid it out one final time as my dad lifted me into his lap, john guided his engorged phallus to my gaping hole as I slid down his pole, he moaned “Oh yeah, got my baby boy riding my cock filled with his brothers jizz, makes wonderful lube” He planted his lips on mine once more as John moved in behind me and slid his cock next to Todd’s, pushing a little brown bottle under my nose I inhaled deeply breathing in the vapors, my head began to swim and an internal hotness swept my body, sensing the poppers were beginning to take effect on me, John pushed forward and his cock entered my ass next to my dad’s throbbing tool, they worked their cocks in unison in my hole, john help the poppers under my nose again and I breathed in deeply once more, the vapors swimming in my brain as they pumped and double penetrated me. Their cocks battling in my brothers cum, I was stretched wide open as they used my boycunt, finally john let out a huge moan and shot deep in my intestine his pulsating cock triggering my dad’s load to blast out as well filling me even fuller with seed. Just 4 hours ago I was a virgin to man on man sex now as John pulls out and I raise off of my father’s cock, to feed him my throbbing dong, as John shoves the butt plug into my gaping hole, I now have five loads of cum percolating in my guts. I looked forward to see my best friend Dave in the sling impaled on my Brothers cock, Ben feeding him his cock to suck like a lollipop. My dad deep throats my slong and then slaps me on the ass and tells me to go play with the boys as John makes out with Ted. I walk towards the bow, where the sling is set up next to the captain’s chair, Stuarts is buried in Dave’s ass to the hilt and is swirling his hips to move his cock inside my best bud, Dave is moaning in pain and lust, I can tell that Stuart had just blown his load deep into Dave, as his face shows of orgasmic agony and something deeper I can’t really pin point. I sit in the chair watching as my best friend, hopefully my boyfriend gets loaded up by my brother, Chris pulls out a folding table and adjusts and slides it so it is just under Dave in the sling with about an inch or so clearance beneath him, Stuart is still mixing up the cum that is buried in Dave’s intestines when Ben steps over to me and has me climb onto the table straddling Dave, I almost immediately start kissing my best friend, as Stuart starts playing with the plug in my ass, as he pulls out of Dave, and Chris slides in to take his place, finally pulling the plug out and begins feeding me the plug to lick clean as he slides his slimy cock into Dave’s mouth to have him clean off the spunk and traces of blood from his cock. I lick the plug clean then return to alternately kissing Dave and sharing in jointly blowing my brothers large phallus. I was kneeling on the table under Dave, when I felt the table shake and realized Ben had climbed onto the table, he pulled me up and fed me his cock as Chris guided Dave’s hard cock into my hole, I suddenly had the cock I had been wanting all afternoon and most of my life buried in my sloppy cum filled hole, as Chris pumped into his youngest brother, although only by 8 months, I could feel his thrust, and I swear a couple of times his cock was entering me using Dave as a sheath, every time he hit Dave’s prostate I could feel a bust of precum in my hole and Dave would grind his cock into my sweet spot and make me leak copious amounts of precum as well. We went on for almost 15 minutes while Chris pummeled Dave who was fucking my hole from beneath me, as I was sucking the juices from Ben’s throbbing too. I was reaching a breaking point as Stuart came around and began sucking on my cock, my balls pulled up as I shot my cum into my brothers mouth and throat. “Ah negative boy cream is so sweet, too bad it won’t last” Stuart quipped as he licked his lips and Ben began cumin in my mouth and onto my face and chest as he pulled it out to spray me with his jizz, I could feel Dave shooting his load to add to the others in my now well used hole. Dave’s orgasm and clenching of his ass muscles triggered Chris as Dave milked the cream out of his brothers throbbing tool. As we untangled ourselves I noticed Todd and John with Ted between them in the hot tub getting out and moving towards the bow, stopping at the fire pit and pulling up a couple chairs and a bench or two, they motioned for us to join them, which we were all too tired to refuse, as we traversed the short distance and flopped down either on a chair or a bench near the fire pit. It was just like at camp where we would all sit around and sing songs and tell stories, when Dave, his brothers and I were younger. This was almost the same “Tom, I know you have some questions, and I know today’s events most likely have you confused, well I’m going to confuse you even more” I looked at my dad and smiled and let him know I was ready “John and I have been friends since my college days, as you all know, we were roommates my freshman year, although john was a senior and three years older than me, the college put us together” John piped in “Todd and me didn’t get along real well at first, since I was seeing a girl a few months his junior, Your mom, Tom, and he kind of had his sights on her, well we both sort of dated her but when she got pregnant well, by then I had already started dating your mom, Dave, Well by then the term was almost over and the holidays were upon us, Bev made excuses not to go home, as she was beginning to show, and her parents, your grandparents, Tom, would not have approved” I looked on with a quizzical look on my face, as did the other boys “So mom wasn’t my biological mother” piqued in Ted “Well, ted by the time Bev delivered you Joan, had agreed to marry John and take her baby to raise as their own, the animosity we felt the first couple of months in the dorm had vanished a lasting bond had developed, I was also bonking Joan, Your mom Ted, Dave” “She’s our mom too” Chris and ben chimed in “Well, Ben your right, Bev had two babies which Joan, god rest her soul raised as ours, they actually were mine, not Todd’s so I felt a responsibility to raise them” “But I remember mom being preggers at least twice” Ted commented “Yes she was, but they were Todd’s” John said “I never actually fathered any children with my wife” We all looked shocked and somewhat uncomfortable “I guess what we’re trying to confess to you guys, we know you guys have always felt a close bond, almost brotherly, it’s because you are all brothers, we swapped wives almost as often as we ourselves swapped spit and cum, we have been lovers for the last 19 years” and we have enjoyed watching you all grow up as friends and half-brothers, and we thought you guys should know the truth” my dad sat down and let it sink in “how radical, I just fucked my half bro” Dave suddenly burst out, holding on to me and planting his lips to mine “very incestuous “ Stuart snickered

True Story Okay, ever since last week (see my last post - Anon Steamworks Cumdump), I've been addicted. I hit Folsom Gulch on Wednesday night for the after-work crowd and within 3 hours had 12 loads in me (beating my record of 10 from the last story). I thought I'd be satisfied until Saturday's Cumunion party, but I was wrong. Last night I hit gulch again. Apparently on Fridays, the crowd doesn't really pick up until 9 or so. I still managed to get about 4 or 5 loads in my hole, but it took some time. Nothing remarkable, except for one guy who kept going back and forth between my ass and another really stretched-out cunt. Loved the idea of having his assjuice in my hole, and of course sharing the loads we'd both taken. About 9:00 I left to hit the bars, and found out that a local bar, Truck, opened its back room for their first time for the NSFW party. Not expecting it to be much, I was very mistaken. About 11:30 I headed into the small back room (was formerly the kitchen) and it was packed, and pitch dark. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down a little bit and within 60 seconds had a guy feel my wet hole, grab me by the hips and jammed his big raw cock in my hole. He fucked me for a good 5 minutes, not sure if he ever came or not but when he pulled out, he was quickly replaced by another big raw cock. I was suddenly even more in love with this place! After the 2nd guy finished (I'm pretty sure he came in me), I moved even further back into the dark, dropped my shorts, leaned up against the wall and waited. There were a couple other bottoms getting plowed so I waited patiently. Eventually the lights came on - which was unfortunate but they were just dim red lights. It still had a pervy feel but I really liked not being able to see. Oh well. The latino bottom next to me finally sat down after getting plowed and pushed my head down onto his big cock. The fucker that had just been inside him moved over to my hole and slid on it. He wasn't fully hard but had a decent sized cock that still felt good. May have been whiskey-dick. I don't think he ever came but we'll never know for sure! Latino was loving what he saw and started encouraging guys to breed me. I appreciated the help - and after I told him how many loads I had already, he started numbering them off for the next guys. "Who wants to be number 7?" he said. A burly bear of a man moved in after him and slid in with one easy thrust. Meanwhile, a very sexy young guy (25ish) sat down on the bench and moved his cock under my face, and started violently fucking my throat. The convulsions from me choking kept pushing the bear out of my hole, but he was adamant and finally bred my hole. I quickly turned around and sat on young-guy's cock while bear came around and let me suck the cum off of his cock. All of those loads tasted great. Young guy bucked as I worked my hole around his cock, and in no time at all shot DEEP in me, moaning and grunting in my ear. I stood up and felt my hole, happy at how loose and sloppy it was. Just as I was feeling my ass, a tall guy with a big cock moved in behind me and slid in. He fucked me really aggressively, pounding my prostate just right until he grabbed me tight and moaned loud that he was cumming. Bear apparently liked what he saw and was ready to go again - and didn't take long (surprisingly, after he'd already cum 1 or more times) to fill me with another hot load. Turns out that young guy wanted one last turn and did the same thing. It turns out it was 2:00 and someone came back to turn the regular lights on. Men scattered like cockroaches and I pulled my pants up, finally getting a good look at the men who had just used me like the hole I am. Outside on the sidewalk, I talked to twink and bear for a while - turns out they're friends and came together. "Would you be interested in being the object of a private party?" Umm... YES. That goes without question. Twink had his hand down the back of my shorts playing with my wet, used hole and eventually pulled his cock out and slid into me again. I have to admit, it was hot to be getting fucked right there on the sidewalk, but my cab showed up and we had to call it quits. Tonight is Cumunion - I'll be heading to gulch for a few warm-up loads before going to the party, parking myself on the bed, blindfolded and ass up - wearing a white jock with a sharpie hanging from it for men to tally off their loads. My goal is to hit >50 loads in 7 days. Will recount that later.

You guys are lucky its the weekend. This was another part that I couldn't stop writing until I was finished. Enjoy. Part IV Drew followed me into the living room as I sat on the couch and knelt between my legs with his hands resting on my thighs. He slowly rubbed his hands up and down the long lists inscribed on my legs, and I saw him reading them name by name. I realized he was the only other person that could remember every single name on that list, and that he was no doubt recalling each time he had first ravaged every one of them. I watched him try and grind his pinned shaft up and down between his steel abdomen and the taunt waistband of his jeans, forcing more precum out with every slow pump. I knew he was desperate to ram his massive cock into the defenseless hole of the broken stud upstairs, and shoot load after load of poisoned venom deep inside my prey. He knew that while I had torn open his sphincter and shattered his body and his mind, he would soon take that gaping and infected wound and spear it wider and deeper than I ever could. Thinking of what was in store for my fucktoy upstairs, more sap began to leak from my shaft, and quickly his gaze returned to my oozing cock. I reached forward and wrapped a hand around the back of his head. I pulled him in and drove my tongue inside his mouth, seeking to get a taste of the precum he had licked from my hand. I savored his taste as I pushed him down towards my chest. “Start at the top and work your way down.” He dove on to my nipples and began to drag and flick his rough but slick tongue across my skin. I relaxed back onto the couch and closed my eyes as I reveled in the sensations he always created. His hands roamed and kneaded my arms and shoulders, and I could feel the tension from the hours of exertion in the basement evaporating away. After the pecs he eagerly dove into my pits, and smothered his face in them. Soon he was covered with spit and sweat, and his face was glistening from his nose to his jaw as he worked lower and lower. He was always frantic when he could finally touch and worship my body, and I knew exactly why he always arrived in that state. Unlike with my other prey, I had made sure that Drew had kept his job and continued working at the fire department. I knew that every day that he worked there he was surrounded by dozens of masculine men with fantastic bodies and in excellent shape. They worked, played, ate, exercised, and sometimes showered together when they were on call for long shifts. I knew they always joked and traded sex stories about all the women they fucked, and that all Drew secretly thought about every minute there was having all of them ramming their bare dicks deep inside of him over and over again. He always imagined himself being reamed hard in each of their stories. Day after day his desire would build, until I would finally chain him down in the basement and tear open his ass to mercilessly pound his prostate, causing his infected loads to splatter across the floor from orgasm after orgasm. Finally he reached my navel, and I could feel his hands pull away from my arms. With one powerful hand, he grasped my shaft just below the glans and slowly pulled it back from my stomach. I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled it further and further back, until it was parallel with my legs. Then, as he dove down and began to lap at the puddle of clear sap that had leaked out to mix with my dried cum, his calloused thumb began to roughly work back and forth over my cockhead, pressing hard into my slit everytime he passed over it. I groaned as the pure pleasure from his ruthless thumb mixed with the ache of the tendons from my strained cock. Even as he finished getting all the precum from my abs, a fresh coat of sap already covered his hand. He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. I saw that instead of getting satisfaction from finally being able to worship and taste man’s body, his hunger had only grown stronger. His hand slid down to the base of my cock and pulled my skin taunt, fully exposing the head of my cock and its seeping slit. With his deep blue eyes still locked on mine, his head descended and I watched his lips wrap around my cockhead like a teat as he cleaned off the cum and blood from earlier in the evening. He sank deeper and deeper on my shaft, and I felt his tongue slithering back and forth across my shaft as he tried frantically to consume the thick coating of fluids. He removed his hand from my dick as his head finally dropped down like an anchor hitting the sea floor and I felt his lips lock around the base of my shaft. He stayed there and began to suck, and his look of pure bliss with of my cock buried deep into that beautiful face and far down his throat caused me to clench my abs, making bead after bead of hot sap drip out of my slit. He slowly rose all the way back up until his lips returned to my glans, where his tongue would dig deep into urethra, futilely trying to force its way in to get more of my poison. After drinking as much as possible from my font, his head would drop back down to the base, where once more his lips would again lock around my shaft. Over and over he would try and vacuum more sap into my tube, and then with clamped lips slowly drag his head back up my cock, trying to press my precum out of my cock like water from straw and onto his burrowing tongue. I was moaning from the pure pleasure coming from gentle mauling of my cock as he worked it like a calf starving for his milk. His muscular arms slid down, and slowly he wrapped them around my legs and behind my knees until they were locked in the crooks of his arms. As his need built more and more, he started to going up and down faster and faster. Even though my balls were drained from having injected multiple loads into my pummeled fucktoy, I still felt a tingle spread throughout them as they stirred once more to life. Soon he stopped lashing my glans and slit, and focused on assaulting my entire shaft. The head of my cock would be pushed against the back of his throat, while his tongue and lips pressed and danced all the way down to the base. His hot saliva dripped and mixed with my precum, and soon my cock was being ridden rough and deep in its wet prison as the slime coated all the way down to my balls. I felt his arms gradually clench, and gently lift both of my feet off of the floor and up into the air. With no leverage on the floor to hold steady against his assault, my body began to slowly slide down the couch. He pulled my legs higher and further back, until soon my ass checks were hanging off the cushions and my legs were dangling helpless in the air while my hands gripped the couch to stop from falling off. He began to pull my body up every time his head would slam down, desperately trying to get my cock deeper and deeper inside him so he could consume my venom. When I first trapped him and loaded him for week after week with my poison, it had slowly devoured more and more of his body and mind. He had become permanently addicted to it. But, like the insidious toxin that it was, the more of him it ate and converted, the deeper his hunger became for more. His need for my dirty cum deep inside him had grown stronger over time, and I knew he would not stop until the last infected drop had been milked dry from my shaft. Soon my entire pelvis was being involuntarily pumped up hard and fast to meet his hungry mouth every time it slammed down, and I could feel my balls start to pull up against my body. Sensing that he was getting close to his nectar, he began to moan around my cock as it stabbed in and out of his throat. The vibrations thrummed down my shaft, and felt myself forced closer and closer towards the precipice. He eyes were locked on mine with mindless hunger. I knew that if I came he would not stop with just one load, but continue to helplessly work my abused shaft harder and harder for more. I had to stop him now before we both lost control. I lunged forward and grabbed his head with both hands and shouted, “Enough!” The sharp command in my voice worked through his frenzied haze just enough that I was able to yank his head off my cock. It whacked against my stomach with a wet slap. I had to press his head back as he instinctively tried to lean forward and swallow it again. I pulled my legs out of his arms and stood up from the couch in front of his kneeling body, while keeping him locked in place with my hands. My cock trembled in front of his face as slowly crawled back from the edge. Once I was finally back in complete control, I looked down at his pitiful face as disappointment mixed with his aching hunger. I knew that the balance of power had changing between us since that first night when I had converted him to a poz cumslut in my basement. Driven by his deepening need, he had been slowly begun demanded more and more of my venom to be satisfied. I knew that eventually that our positions would meet equilibrium, but until then I would use him as I had always used him. “So, you want my cum that bad? I was going to save it for the sack of meat upstairs, but it looks like you need to be taught a lesson.” I shoved him down the floor on his stomach, and grabbed the waist of his pants. I yanked them down to his thighs, and his freed cock was like a log going up to his navel as it kept oozing precum. He had stopped wearing underwear around me years ago. I then pushed his shirt up over his head, but kept it tight on his arms so it went across his neck. With his legs and arms constricted inside his own cloths, I straddled his body and leaned forward to press his head hard against the floor with my hand. Taking my other hand, I lined up my slime covered cock with his dry hole, and then lunged forward with all of my upper body weight. He screamed as I tore open his unprepared sphincter, and I watched his muscles spasm in agony as he was impaled. I drove all the way forward until my balls slapped against his ass cheeks, but then just as swifty pulled my cock completely out. Over and over I mercilessly thrust forward with my shaft, and soon his hole was wet with spit, precum, and streaks of blood. I grabbed the shirt on both sides of his neck and pulled it back until his head and torso were arched painfully back. His tight jeans trapped his legs and prevented him getting any leverage and my weight forced his pelvis to the floor. Pulling on his shirt, I kept slamming hard into his ass, and watched all of the huge muscles in his back and arms clench and ripple as he tried to squirm away from my assault. The harder I punched into his hole, the more I pulled against his shirt, until finally he could bend no more and his breathing began to become ragged. I kept him suspended there in agony as over and over my cock ripped past his loose hole and jammed into his prostate. I knew that I his brain had been rewired from the all years I had been breeding him, and that the pleasure and pain that was shooting through his body was causing surge after surge of precum to pulse out of his cock as it was trapped between his hard body and the floor. Soon it was greased enough that it was sliding forwards and backwards with every thrust into his ass, and I could tell that he was close to shooting his load. I wanted to make sure he understood that this was supposed a punishment not a reward, even though I had turned him into such a whore for raw cock that for him the lines between the two were beginning to blur. “If you shoot your load, I swear you will never get to fuck another one of my whores ever again.” I could hear him moan as he desperately fought to hold back his orgasm, and I started to pump even harder. Nothing turned me on as much as having a mass of twisted muscle below me pouring all of its willpower into denying itself the ultimate pleasure, and I could feel my own orgasm building faster and faster. I knew that soon I would pass the point of no return, but I was determined to pour every ounce of self-control I had into slowing the inevitable so that his own torment would seem to last an eternity. But as I continued to slam faster and faster, listening to the rapid slapping of flesh and the strangled moans coming from my poz slut while I looked at his perfect body, I knew that just as I had been altering Drew into my perfect bottom, he had been subtlety grinding my resolve down as well. I could never deny him as long as I wanted, and always ended up giving him what he so desperately needed sooner rather than later. It was a cruel irony that the deeper his need for me became, the stronger my craving for him grew. This was why I had kept Drew long after I had kept disposing his successors one by one. I knew that one day I would have to start teaching Drew how to consume his own prey, and that he would devour a far greater list of apex predators than me. But, until that day, I would pummel and punish his body as he begged for it, and pour more and more of my venom inside him. As I felt myself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, I was hammering in and out of his destroyed hole. His body had locked in place from the tsunami of pain and pleasure assaulting him, and each thrust caused his entire body to jolt forward and rub his imprisoned cock. Finally, I felt the heat of my poison shooting down my ducts, and I buried my barb deep inside him as rope after rope of cum showered his torn chute. He froze and stopped breathing, and I could feel his prostate quivering through my ecstasy. As the last of my poison weakly pulsed out of my cock, I saw his face turning red through his tan and tears in his eyes as he fought his own orgasm. After a full minute, he finally gasped for fresh air as I slowly released his shirt and sank down onto his back with my head over his shoulder. Our skin was plastered together with heat and sweat as we both heaved in fresh air and let our bodies relax. As I inhaled his scent, I eased my softening shaft out of his ruined hole and smiled as it was once more covered in blood and cum. It was time for the moment of truth. As I rolled over his limp body, I grinned as I saw a puddle of clear sap was coating the floor and his stomach. I had never seen him show so much control close to the edge and stop his orgasm. “It looks like you passed the test, if just barely.” My focus moved up to his glazed eyes, where his gaping mouth still hung open from the torture his body had just endured. “Why don’t you go meet my new toy while I go get a drink.” As I slowly stood up, he remained lying of the floor, staring past me at the ceiling. I chuckled as I moved away from Drew’s sprawled and half undressed body and headed towards the kitchen. I knew that he hadn’t forgotten the fresh hole waiting for him upstairs, and would be ready to go in a few minutes. He would put on quite a show for me this evening, and continue speeding the descent of my pozzed stud upstairs. But, I knew that someone was still going to have to clean me up again before the weekend was through.

Part VIII I returned to my bedroom and put down the glass of water next to the bed. I soaked in the sight of his abused and limp body as he lay passed out and completely at my mercy. He was still coated in a mix of dried cum and sweat from when he collapsed to the floor of the basement. I knew that the hours spent hanging in the chains had been the hardest and most painful experience his body had ever endured, and that his aching muscles would be easily overpowered all night. The viagra had finally worn off after the hours of torture and multiple orgasms, leaving his denuded cock flaccid. I reached over and wrapped my fist around his shaft and gave a few hard squeezes to see if it would stir. A moan forced its way through his unconscious state, but still his defeated cock remained soft. I knew I would have to fix that since his night had just begun. My helper was on the way to begin the next part of his descent into a dick starving cum whore. Picking the water back up from next to the bed, I dropped in the powder of a crushed Viagra pill and stirred until it dissolved. I knew he was dehydrated and needed more than one drink, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t revive him too much so he would stay on the edge of exhaustion. I wanted his body feeble and his mind weak to the sensations that would bombard him. I had ground down the apex predator, and now had to build a true poz cockhound out of the raw materials. Propping up his head, I began to slowly drip water into his mouth. Even dead to the world, his desperate body immediately drank everything that was given to it. After five minutes of patiently feeding him more water and drugs, he finally consumed all of the glass. As I dropped his head back unto the bed, I noticed a faint pulse appear in the veins lining his shaft. I knew he would need to time to warm up, but I was in no rush to begin the next stage before he was completely ready. With almost perfect timing, I head a strong knock on my front door, and knew my helper had arrived. Still nude and covered in dried sweat and fluids, I went back downstairs to allow my guest inside. As I confidently pulled open the door, I saw a very familiar face. Drew was special for a few reasons. Out of all the demigods I had lured into my trap and consumed, Drew’s name had the honor of being tattooed as the first of my list. He was the same height as me, but had a beautiful tan that made him a bronzed brown. Some people looked horrible with a tan, but Drew’s tan made him a worthy of a statue. He had dark brown hair that was buzzed short, and blending invisibly into his hair was a trimmed beard across his jaw. He also shaved his neck up to the jaw ridge, making his powerful muscles and tendons stand out like steel cables on a suspension bridge. But behind the dark skin, brown hair, and beautiful face was his most striking feature. His deep blue eyes stood in stark contrast to all the dark skin and hair, and many times I found myself getting sucked into them and the raw hunger I had planted in them. I always did have a weak spot for blue eyes. I grabbed onto Drew’s shirt and pulled him into the hallway. He didn’t resist as I pushed him against the wall and forced my tongue deep inside his mouth while I kicked the front door shut with a bang. He kept his arms flat against the wall as my hands roamed his chest, pulling and kneading his sensitive nipples and ridges of muscles. As I pressed hard against him I could feel his body squirm with pleasure as he was manhandled, and I could already feel blood quickly pumping into his hardening cock. Drew was a firefighter on the local force, and I made sure he kept his body in peak condition. Underneath his tight shirt there was the lightest dusting brown hair across his chest, and also on his lower arms and legs. I always made sure that his cock and ass was as bare as I had made my prey earlier in the evening. Drew was the young playboy of the fire department before I had run into him. He had scored more pussy than most firefighters did, and with his sweet innocence and gorgeous looks he never had to take anything by force. He would boast to his macho colleagues about all the pussy he would get, but privately was just as happy riding all the willing men he could find. Drew was a slave to his cock, and would put it anywhere to get off, which he did often. It was his pure lust which had made it so easy for me to lure him into my trap, as his naivety and sex drive had made him totally oblivious to any danger he might face. As we both finally started running out of breath from the continuous assault on his mouth, I finally pulled back and grabbed him around the jaw. Pushing his head back until it banged against the wall, his eyes were still locked to mine as he looked down his raised face. I dragged my other hand down the ridges of his abdomen and slid it inside his pants. I latched onto the base of his cock and clenched my fist hard. His cock was barely shorter than the biker’s rod upstairs and it was just as thick. But on his slightly smaller frame, his bare dick looked monstrous in comparison. I couldn’t imagine how many pussies and asses his cock had pried open before it became mine. It felt like a hot steel pipe in my hands and I continued to try and squeeze the blood back out of his shaft, to no avail. A high pitched whine escaped from him as he heaved in more air, and I saw him keep looking at me with a painful hunger he was desperate to satisfy. The harder I squeezed, the more his body would squirm across the wall, locked in place at his jaw and his cock. I smiled as I saw that despite his raw need, his powerful arms remained pressed against the wall even as his fingers tried to dig into the hard wall. I knew that all my training had paid off, and he realized that with my willpower I was capable of giving him far greater pleasure than he was able to give himself. I kept him pinned there for a minute before I finally spoke. “I have a new toy for you in my room. I just broke him in tonight.” His eyes darted to the stairs, and I felt the pressure build in his urethra as it filled with precum. Still holding tight, I dragged my first down his throbbing shaft to his glans, and knew that a pulse of hot sap was forced out of his slit. His eyes quickly came back to me as the sensations from his cock flooded into his sex-charged brain. Relaxing my grip, I slowly glided my hand back down to the root, and once more clenched it in a steel vise. Another moan escaped from his lungs as again I dragged my clenched first all the way down, and yet another wave of precum was forced from his cock. “I’m thinking about letting you play with my new toy, but I’m not sure you’ve earned the right yet.” Again and again I milked his thumping rod, and soon everything in his constricted pants was coated with hot and slippery precum. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knees were beginning to get weak and tremble from desire. As more and more pressure built around his jaw from my unmoving hand, his moans were becoming louder. “Please!” he whispered, unable to withstand the torture anymore. With anyone else I would have punished them for breaking so soon, but I knew that as I stared into those deep blue eyes I was more vulnerable to him than he knew. His pure desire always infected me and wore down my usual resolve. “Alright, I’ll give him to you. But first, you are going to clean me up.” I dragged my hand from the root of his cock all the way up his glistening cock. As I pulled my hand out of his pants, more and more precum collected on my fist, and his shaft was forced and bent through the tight spaces in his jeans. Finally my hand broke free, and a third of his shaft was pulled straight up above the waistline of his pants and exposed to the cool air. I knew the pressure of his huge cock was distending the material and pinning his throbbing shaft in place. Every small movement would cause a wave of pleasure to flow down his trapped cock, and more and more precum continued to pulse out of his exposed cockhead and dribble down to his soaking jeans and shirt. I took my hand and lifted it up to his mouth, and then instructed, “Get to work.” His head lunged forward and his tongue and lips bathed my fingers as he licked at his own juices like a starving dog. Making quick work of my hand, I pulled my hand away from his suctioning mouth and headed towards the couch. I had been exerting myself for hours, and there was a lot more he needed to clean up before I would let him get to the prize.

Part VII My dick slid over his sphincter and buried itself in his crack. Leaving a trail of slime as I pushed forward, my pelvis finally connected with his clenching cheeks. I stopped and let his powerful glutes massage my rod, pushing more precum out of my head to drip down into his trench. I knew he would need all the lube he could get. I wanted to tire out his tightly clenched ass muscles as they tried to force the invading rod away from his twitching hole. Soon my precum was coating his entire crack, and I heard him give out a moan of fear when the first rivulet of my sap dripped all the way down and across his orifice. All the muscles in his back and legs flexed as he gave one final attempt of sealing any access to his untouched hole. I laughed as this just squeezed even more juice out of my encased dick, channeling it directly down his crevice and turning the trickle of precum coating his hole into a steady flow. After a minute of his desperate defense, he took a deep shuddering breath and collapsed back into his bindings. I felt the muscles in his ass spasming from the constant exertion, and began to slowly slip my slime coated dick back and forth across his exposed hole. I reached over to the chair, and picked up bottle of poppers I had left there. Uncorking the lid, I continued to grind back and forth as I reached forward to grab his hair with one hand. Steadily pulling until his back was arched and his face was pointing at the ceiling, I pushed the bottle under a nostril and said, “This will help loosen your ass mucles so that I don’t rip you open while I fuck you. You’re going to be tight enough as it is, and with all the precum coating you I think a bleeding hole is the last thing you need if you don’t want to turn poz tonight.” After hesitating for a moment, he finally snorted a deep whiff of the poppers. I switched to the other nostril and he repeatedly took heavy drags. I could see the drugs quickly penetrate his system, and the twitching muscles in his ass relaxed. Keeping a hold of his wet hair, I slowly pulled my hips away from him, and I felt the head of my dick slide down his loosing trench further and further. When it finally hovered directly over his now still sphincter, I stopped pulling back my hips and began to slowly ease forward. Pushing between the mounds of exhausted muscles and aided by the coat of personal lube, my cock sank deeper until finally landing directly on his tight hole like a bullseye. As my oozing glans connected to his defenseless portal, he was pulled out of his glazed state and realized that soon he would be fucked and ridden like all the bitches he had broken in. Anticipating his horror, I quickly jammed the bottle back under his nose and commanded, “Breathe!” As he started hyperventilating, more and more poppers rushed into his system and he sank back into his chemically induced buzz. Putting the bottle down, I used both of my hands to firmly grab his broad shoulders. I leaned forward over his bound frame, with my cock poised like a battering ram. Letting gravity take hold, I began to ease my hips forward as pressure built on his tight asshole. With agonizing slowness, I felt the ring of his sphincter stretch further and further as more weight began to build behind my digging cock. He moaned through the drugs and the gag, tossing his head, but he could not escape from the inevitable strain building on his last barrier of manhood. I felt his ring peeling back around my cockhead as more precum kept dripping out of my slit and helped ease me deeper and deeper. Finally, I felt the skin of his ring go taunt, and the head of my cock balanced between the stressed muscles around his virgin hole and the lining of his rectum that seemed to burn with heat. Then, like an opening fissure, I felt my cock slide past his ring and push deep into his chute. When my burrowing head slid into a wall, he yelped and his ass involuntarily clamped shut around my shaft. I gasped with pleasure, and I felt pulse after pulse of precum massaged out by the twitching pressure and start to glaze his channel. I held still and tried not to cum as each powerful clench milked my dick over and over. Once I was back from the brink and his ring had begun to adjust to being stretched and penetrated, I gently pushed forward to work the rest of my dick in. I slowly rotated my hips around, probing the walls of his rectum to find the path of least resistance. I paused every time his ring convulsed in pain, and pulled his head back to give him another draft of poppers. Each time I stopped, his contractions got weaker and weaker from exhaustion and the drugs. After patiently working my way deep inside him, I finally felt the hilt of my cock grind itself into his sphincter and my balls go flush against his skin. I flexed my cock inside him, and felt his muscles trembling in defeat. I pressed down on the small of his back, and felt his insides re-arrange around my cock as he was forced to arch his back. I leaned forward and said, “I’m buried inside you now. It’s time to see if you get to leave here clean tonight. Let’s see if you cum first like the cock hungry slut you really are.” Slowly I began pulling back my hips. I watched the flesh of his ring was pulled out with my receding shaft. It then dragged along skin as more and more of my cock emerged from his wet hole. When I felt my mushroomed head press against the inside of his sphincter, I halted and began to rock forwards to penetrate him again. Angling my cock to press deeply against his wall, I pushed deliberately against his prostate as I glided back down his slime covered chute. He groaned at the new feeling, and a bead of precum formed at the head of his hard cock. As soon as I bottomed out, I repeated pulling out all but the head and sliding back in. My precum continued to leak into him and soon his insides were plastered with it, causing the friction on my skin to fade away. Keeping a steady rhythm I sluiced in and out of his open hole, and started to glide my hands over his sweating body. Inside his drug addled brain, he was feeling sensations that he had never experienced before. The pain of his stretched sphincter began to slowly recede as his ring started becoming accustomed to being stretched further than it ever had before. The slick shaft sliding past it began to massage the defeated muscles with each thrust, and soon the pain was replaced by a feeling a fullness. The walls of his rectum were overpowered by the unyielding dick and my cock continued to grind against his prostate. With each stroke a wave of strange pleasure would penetrate his brain as more precum was worked out of his untouched cock to drip down to the floor. Combining with that were sensations coming from the rest of his body as I pulled and twisted at his flesh, causing his body to bend away. Each time he would try and squirm away from the pleasure caused by my roaming hands, pain would shoot down the nerves from his bound limbs and spread across his abused body as the toll on him from his unnatural position continued to build with every motion. All of these sensations kept battering away at his mind while I steadily hit him with fresh blasts of poppers. I slowly began to increase the speed of my thrusts, and adjusted my angle of penetration to push harder and harder against his throbbing prostate. Untouched, his massive cock was bouncing with each of his heartbeats, and the foreskin was once again completely pulled back from his painfully hard erection. The beads of precum began to flow in a thick stream as more and more of his sap was squeezed out of his prostate with each thrust. The fear began to build inside him as he felt an orgasm building even though nothing was touching his cock. The feelings he had never experienced before continued to work their way further into mind and trigger his pleasure centers. I watched as a fresh wave of sweat broke out across his body and his moans began to turn into pants. His fear soon transformed into terror as he felt his body approach the brink of the biggest orgasm he had ever had. He knew this was all wrong, that he would never cum from being fucked like all the men he had dominated. How could he be ready to cum without an ass, mouth or hand wrapped around and worshipping his manhood? He focused completely on preventing his hungry cock from bursting, and stopped resisting my manipulations. I smiled as I continued to slide in and out of his now wet and loose hole, and once more started to build up the speed of my thrusts. The warmth of his hole seemed to devour my cock with every stroke, and I felt my own orgasm building deep inside my loaded balls. I managed to maintain control and suppress the building urge while continuing to ply and molest his exposed body. I knew the terror he was feeling would stop him from cumming even as I brought him to the brink each time I battered his prostate. I could see the terror battling the rest of his body, as it sent wave after wave of sensation against his mental defenses. I knew that I was edging him right to the brink as I pummeled his bound body, and that he would be forced to hold himself there through an act of sheer will. Even as his mind was fighting desperately to stay in control, his cock and body were begging for more aching pleasure and stabs of pain, a slave to his biological need to find anything that would give him sweet release. His cock was madly flexing as it sought to touch anything that would set it free as pulse after pulse of precum flowed to the ground. If I had reached my hand around and given him even a single stroke, he would have emptied his balls. But I wanted to complete my conversion of this alpha predator to my begging cumslut. We both lost track of time as I reveled in the sensations coming from my own body as I tortured his with pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity, I realized I would not be able to hold back much longer. I gave him one final whiff of poppers in each nostril, and then wrapped my hands gently around his neck. As I slowly pulled his head back once more, my hands began to gradually get tighter and tighter. I sped up the speed of my thrusts, and felt the involuntary contracting of muscles in his body increase. Soon, my cock was pistoning in and out of his defenseless hole, and the head of my cock was battering into his prostate over and over. As it became harder for him to breathe, I could see his bound limbs flail with the last of his strength, causing even more pain to mix with the frenzied need to cum. His eyes were wide with absolute terror as he gasped harder and harder for air, to no avail. My hands continued to clench as I fought to hold back my own orgasm and completely cut of his lungs from life giving oxygen. Shuddering in place as I battered his body, his eyes rolled back into his head. But then, as the burning need built in his lungs, he felt the terror begin to recede. The fear slid further and further away with each second, until finally the tsunami of mixed pain and pleasure breached his broken mind and triggered the strongest orgasm of his life. The muscles in his sphincter locked around my shaft, and I repeatedly buried it deep into his palpitating prostate. With each of my thrusts, a jet of cum shot out of his cock and splattered on the ground. I drove my cock past his quivering ring over and over, as he shot the last clean load he would ever shoot. As the burning smell of the ropes of cum pouring out of his massive cock reached my nose, I yanked my throbbing dick out and poised it over his raw hole. It trembled to be released, and I groaned as I looked down at the man I had just broken. I saw diminishing pulses of cum flowing out of his cock in a strand to the floor while his perfect body was covered in a thick sheen of sweat. His muscles trembled from the power of the orgasm and the complete lack of air as kept my hands locked around his neck. I looked at his perfection as the life slowly oozed out of him, and suddenly an image entered my mind. I saw a scorpion holding down its quivering prey, held helpless and immobile in its claws. I saw the stinger poised above, waiting to strike. I saw the venomous barb lunge forward with lightning speed, as strike after strike of venom stab into the exposed flesh. I felt my balls unload as I lunged forward and stabbed my poisoned cock deep inside him, tearing past his clenched ring. I slammed into his battered prostate as a jet of my burning venom flooded his ass, causing a fresh blast of cum to shoot out of his dick as another orgasm of pain and pleasure flooded through his body. Again and again I ripped my barb out of his hole, and plunged it back in deep with each shot. With my final blast, I buried my cock completely in his hole, and released his throat. His limp body collapsed against the chains as he heaved and shuddered to breathe again. I stood still as I felt waves of ecstasy course through me while infected cum coated his raw insides, and the last dregs of my dirty seed were squeezed out of my slit. I savored the stink of our sweat and cum as it permeated the room. After slowly regaining a sense of time, I stepped back and looked down at my prey. I remembered the apex predator that had stalked into my house and dominated me like a demigod. I compared it to the groaning figure of contorted muscles covered in sweat as he hung helpless before me, with my poisoned cum oozing out of his gaping and bleeding ass. I saw the streaks of cum splattered on the floor and a final strand dangling down from his bloated cock. Flowing past his gag and down from his head, a string of spit trailed down to the ground. I knew that the apex predator had died in this room tonight, and that the poz cumslut I had bred in his place was taking his first painful breathes. I imagined my venom already pumping through his body, slowly eating him alive as it converted him. I could see it invading the temple of his body that he had spent years building to perfection, and despoiling every inch of him. I knew that for the rest of his life he would beg to have the cum fucked out of him, that every time he shot a load out of his neglected cock, only my venom would pump out and give him the ultimate pleasure. I reached down and dragged my finger across the head of his still steel hard cock, collecting the strand of cum hanging from it. Taking the last pure thing that would ever come from his body, I stuck my finger in my mouth and devoured his seed. I felt my cock twitch with renewed energy and return to full mast. As I savored his taste, I stepped forward and eased my cum and blood streaked cock back into his raw hole. A fresh wave of my warm juices repainted my plunging cock, and his battered sphincter didn’t even twitch as I plowed deeper into him until my balls slapped against his oozing hole. While he moaned, I reached down towards his head and removed the gag from his mouth. Again grabbing a fistful of his hair, I pulled his head up from the floor until his glazed eyes were facing the wall. Tilting forward as I ground against the walls of his rectum, I felt my chest connect and stick to his sweaty back. I kept leaning until my mouth reached his ear and said, “They always cum first.” He closed his eyes in surrender. I let go of his hair and watched his body fall loose in his chains in complete defeat. I began to thrust deep inside him, and ravaged the muscles and skin in his torso and bound limbs. Exhausted and in shock, he hung limp as I pummeled his body again and again, forcing air out of his lungs with each bottoming thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh mixed with groans of pleasure and pain as the night went on and on. I poured a constant stream of verbal abuse into his jumbled head while mercilessly digging his asshole wider. I battered his powerless prostate relentlessly. Each time his untouched cock would vomit out another load of cum onto the floor, I would plant more venom deeper into his hole and then continue to fuck him even harder than before. After draining 3 more loads from his now shrunken cock, I dumped my final load inside his gaping hole and took him down from the chains. He collapsed into the puddles of cum and sweat on the floor, passing out from sheer exhaustion. Tossing him over my shoulder, I took his ruined body up the stairs and dropped him like a ragdoll onto my bed. Leaving him in the room, I returned naked to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of cool, clear water. After drinking two glasses, I picked up my cellphone and sent off a text. Refilling my glass again, I smiled as I headed back up the stairs. I had consumed the predator that had entered my web. But the weekend was young, and now it was time to build up my poz muscle fucktoy in its wake. I also knew I would have plenty of help. Yes, I was definitely enjoying myself this weekend.

Part V While he hung there taking ragged gasps of air around his gag, I reached down and started peeling off his white cotton shirt I had put on when I went outside to move his motorcycle. It was damp with my sweat, making to cling to my torso as it reluctantly came loose. As I pulled it over my head, I drank in the smell of his musk mixing with mine with a deep, slow breath. Perhaps it was my imagination, but the smell of the sweat pouring off of him now seemed richer and deeper, infused with all the overload of hormones being pumped into his system by the fear, pain, and pleasure. Tossing away the now dirty shirt, I reached down and began unbuttoning my jeans. The front of the faded jeans were soaked a deep blue with precum, as pulse after pulse of my sap had flowed out of my slit every time he had twisted in his chains in pain and moaned through his gag with pleasure. The button seemed to pop off like the bolt to a battered cage, as my steel hard dick fought to get free. Tugging my jeans down, a blast of scent from my sweat and precum permeated the room, and my helpless stud again began to move, involuntarily responding to the smell like a bloodhound following a trail. My cock and balls were slick with a thick coat of slime, and I felt the cool air hit the puddle plastered down my thighs as the jeans fell completely and I kicked them away. Finally free, my cock flexed a stretching predator, and I felt its hunger to impale the prey hanging before it like an aching need. I crouched down on the balls of my feet, with his limp head hanging between my folded legs. I reached down with both hands and grasped two handfuls of his damp hair, and slowly pulled his head back until he could face me. Still trying to recover from his denied orgasm, he tried to shake some sense into his head and concentrate his eyes on me. I waited until he was finally able to focus before I began. I wanted him to fully understand everything that was about to happen to him. I smiled as I looked down at him and said, “That’s what I like to see, a bitch in heat.” I saw a small spark of anger pushed through the confusion and pain, and I had to laugh at how even now he still hadn’t completely surrendered. It would make the inevitable that much sweeter in the end. I pushed his head down to face my crotch, I said in a low voice, “And like a cumslut you’re going to get fucked bare.” I could feel the fear beginning to return, as he confirmed my suspicion that I was going to be the first to ravage his virgin ass. At this realization, an involuntary flex from my cock pushed out another bead of precum, and he watched as it pooled at the exposed head before flowing down my shaft. “There is something else you should know before I tear you open. I’m positive.” His head and chest tried to lunge away from my pulsing cock, as if a venomous snake had appeared inches from his face. I tightened my grip, and forced his head to remain between my legs, and his fear flooded back through him almost as strong as before. His muscles, exhausted from his endless flailing and aching from being pulled and pressured into painful positions, could only weakly sway as he tried to will his body away from my poison-oozing sword. He began to whimper in terror as his worst nightmares were coming true. A thrill ran through me as I pulled his head closer and closer to my cock, and it seemed to bounce and flow like a salivating beast desperately stretching for its defenseless and trapped prey that was just out of reach. As I pulled him closer and closer, his whimpers became squeals as his fear penetrated deeper and deeper, prying loose the seal on the mindless terror he had experienced when he first woken up. I paused and held him on the brink, watching his bound muscles struggle without coherence to try anything and get free. After reveling in his fear, I finally relaxed my grip and let him ease away from shaft. Again, I pulled his head up so he could look at my face. “You ARE getting fucked bare tonight, and nothing you do is going to stop that. But, I am going to give you a chance not to get charged.” His body froze, and he waited without breathing for me to continue. I almost laughed at his desperation, knowing that he would do anything to escape from the hell he had awoken to. Everything to come became so much sweeter when they saw the false ray of hope that could set them free. They never realized that their own desperation was the only tool that would accomplish what nothing else I inflicted could, and be what permanently broke them into my personal fucktoys. “I’m going to give you one chance to leave here clean tonight. We are going to have a little competition while I am fucking you, with one rule that’s very easy to understand.” I kept staring into his eyes, and I don’t think he had ever been as focused as he was now in his entire life. “If I have to cum first, then I will make sure I pull out and not shoot my charged load inside you. I’m also going to give you something to loosen you up, since I know this is your first time. I’ll still be fucking you bare, so the more you struggle and resist, the bigger the risk I might tear something back there. As you noticed, I leak quite a lot, so there is no guarantee you won’t get infected. It’s not a sure thing, but this is the best chance you’ve got. Understand?” He quickly nodded, determined to cling to his false hope. “But, if you cum first like a real bottom whore, then I am going to fuck you hard. I’m going to tear you raw until you bleed and then grind load after load inside you. I’ll use you all night until you are begging for my dirty cum. I will own you, and use you for whatever I want to get off.” Another wave of fear spread across his body, and I could see the fear and desperate hope burning in his eyes. “I’ll even promise not to cheat and play with your cock while I fuck you. A big stud like you shouldn’t have any trouble not cumming from having a dick up his ass. I’m sure the pain will also help.” I could see his hope build through the fear, as he was sure that it was impossible for him to cum if no one was pleasuring his massive dick. “Now, let’s get started, shall we? I wouldn’t want you stuck here all night.” I let go of his hair, and slowly stood up from my crouch. If he had been able to pry his attention from my dick when he was thrashing to get away, he might have noticed the tattoos I had on each of my quads. Printed in small black text down both legs was a list of names. Each one had been just like him, an apex predator who roamed into my reach. I had made each of them the same offer that I just made to him. But, even if he had been able to ask, I wouldn’t have told him how many had won the challenge, as it would completely remove the hope I had just planted. With the final barrier ready to be breached, I walked back around his bound body, dragging my hand along his quivering limbs. As I approached his exposed ass and stopped, I saw his powerful glutes involuntarily clench and release over and over again, with his trembling rosebud flashing in and out of sight. I reached down and began to slowly pump my painful erection and spread my dirty sap all over my shaft as my personal lube. I knew I wouldn’t need any assistance keeping my venomous fang hard all night as I fucked the virgin demigod in front of me. I finally stepped forward and pushed my slid throbbing cock deep into his valley.

If Im getting fucked by a top that I can tell is new to raw fucking and I think there's a chance he might pull out and the top exclaims he's about to Cum i usually hook my feet around the back of his legs and reach around to pull his ass up to me and lock my ass to his cock. Don't even give him a chance to pull out. Before he knows it he's blasting deep in me! I love experienced raw tops who know pulling out is not an option but find it hot to be a guys first raw experience too and not letting him pull out!