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His thick, POZ load creamed my ass. What a fucking way to celebrate hump day! I had taken Wednesday off from work, as that was the only day the electrician could come by and do the latest round of work I needed. He was tall, thick, with a beard – total white daddy bear. Grizzly? Polar Bear? Yeah more Polar Bear in a sweaty, Redneck, white trash sort of way. I can say that as they are my peoples – I grew up in the country, in a trailer, with a bunch of weed-growing, inbred mother-fuckers – and damn proud of it. Take a knee Tim Tebow! So back to the story. This electrician had worked on my condo twice before and each time there was just something about him that made me want to jerk off thinking about him for days after. Dirty sex. That’s it. He was one of those men that you look at and think, “Yeah this fucker is DIRTY/NASTY sex!” Alas, even when he asked me if I was married to a Mrs. or a Mr. and I said I preferred just being single and playing with my straight top fuck buddies. He didn’t react and went right back to his work. I figured he was not into sliding my way and giving my boy hole a pounding. The wiring was completed on the electrical outlets I wanted moved, and as the Polar Bear helped me push the entertainment center back against the wall he grabbed one of the DVD cases that fell out, looked at the BANG BROS title and cover and whistled and said, “Fucking hell. Those chicks can take some dick!” I laughed, smiled, and agreed, “Yeah, that’s one of my favorites.” He then surprised me by asking, “Is this what you put in when your straight fuck buddies come by to fuck you?” as he grabbed the remotes, turned the TV on then revved up the DVD player. “Grab me a beer as and let’s watch this puppy,” the electrician went on, “This was my only job of the day as the one for this afternoon got cancelled and I got several hours before I have to be home to the wife and kids.” I happily obliged, not quite sure where this was going, but excited about the possibilities. Hell even if I got to see his dick that would give me fantasies to jack off to for a good long while. “BETTER BRING ME A COUPLE, I’M A THIRSTY SON-OF-A-BITCH,” he yelled from the living room, so I snagged two beers for him, one for me, handed them to him, set mine down and excused myself to use the bathroom. A quick finger in the ass check to make sure I was clean and I joined him back in the living room. The electrician downed the first two beers in nothing flat and had just crushed the empty can of the third when the porn moved beyond the initial set up/let’s get naked to the “bitch get on your knees and suck my long, black dick.” My guest stood up, started emptying his pockets and unbuttoning his work shirt and said, “Go on and grab me four more beers and line them up here for me so they’re handy.” I scrambled up, eyed his big furry chest as I walked by and swooned a little from his hot, man scent. By the time I got back with the beer he was buck naked, sitting in the chair with a beer in his left hand and his thick dick in his right, stroking it to attention. “I have not been able to get out to see the street whores up in Northeast all week,” the electrician said as he continued to watch the porn and stroke his dick, which was now slick with precum, “I creampie their pussies at least every other day in the back of my work van. Fuck yeah they skanky bitches.” Then he looked right at me and said, “You’re a skanky bitch too, now get the fuck over here because I got a week’s worth of cum to creampie that pussy good with.” The electrician did not even look at me as I quickly got undressed. He was standing up now, slugging his beer, stroking his meaty dick, and eyes intent on the porn. The beer finished, he burped, wiped his chin a bit although he still had spit/beer dregs glistening his beard, crushed the can and casually tossed it to the side where it clanged loudly on the wood floor. I wasn’t sure what exactly to do, but stepped up and bent forward just to the left and front of him – and waited. Another loud burp, a slug of spit shot into my crack, big bear paw claws scratching at my hole looking for honey, then the electrician grabbed me, wrapped both arms around me tight and squeezed, “FUCKING SKANK BITCH, GONNA CREAM THAT PUSSY GOOD. DAMN YOU’RE TIGHT, NOT FOR LONG, GIVE ME THAT HOLE, FUCK YEAH, FILLING THAT PUSSY UP WITH MY POZ DICK!” What? I tried to turn my head, my body stiffened, the Polar Bear tightened his grip more as he banged my ass harder and deeper and laughed, “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, YOU HEARD ME BITCH. FILLING YOU WITH POZ DICK, BUT YOU DON’T CARE DO YOU? YOU JUST BENT OVER AND TOOK ME RAW, NOW YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE. BIG OLD WHITE POZ DICK IN YOUR SKANKY BITCH WHORE PUSSY. FUCKING HELL I LOVE CREAMING A HOLE! YOU READY FOR THIS LOAD? READY TO GET NAILED AND RAILED? AWWW FUCK YEAH! MILK MY DICK!” His thick, POZ load creamed my ass and before his dick was totally finished he let go of me, pulled out, stepped back, popped another can of beer open, drained it and threw the can on the floor, then pointed at his dick and said, “GET ON YOUR KNEES SKANK AND TASTE IT. LICK IT CLEAN THEN IF YOU CAN GET IT HARD AGAIN I’LL FUCK YOU SOME MORE. THAT PUSSY’S EAGER FOR IT NOW ISN’T IT?” A few minutes later the electrician was hard and ready to go again and easily slid up my greased and coated guts. The second load took a little longer and he was breathing hard, but when his balls pulled up he let me know, “POZZING YOU AGAIN YOU SKANK WHORE BITCH!” With this load, he stepped back, swayed a little, ran a hand through his beard, over his head, across his big furry chest, grabbed me by the arm and stumbled us to the bedroom. A quick shove and I was face down on the bed, with a grunt and a sigh he quickly followed and promptly fell asleep, snoring like a chainsaw as his bear paws held me tight against his chest. The mini-hibernation nap revived the hungry bear who groaned and growled when he awoke, stroked his hard dick back to full life once then twice, then grunted as he heaved himself up onto my back. It was hard to breath with this giant Polar Bear on my back, but I let him take what he wanted as he grabbed my wrists, held my arms out wide, and slid his dick up my moist hole and whispered, “USED SKANK BITCH PUSSY. WET WITH CUM. GLAZED ON THE OUTSIDE WITH THAT WHITE, CREAM FILLING ON THE INSIDE. BIG OLD JELLY DOUGHNUT THAT FEELS SO GOOD WRAPPED AROUND MY FUCKING POZ DICK.”

Although I'm just 23, I’m having the time of my short life, yeah, I'm having a blast. But let me back up quite a few years and start at the beginning. I am the third boy in a family of five boys. My younger brother Tim is 18 months younger than me and my two older brothers Scott and Matt, are four and six years older respectively. After the birth of my youngest brothers, Mom got really sick. Although she hung on for almost eight years, she eventually succumbed to the illness that beset her. Not surprisingly Dad was distraught trying to raise five boys who ranged in age from eight to just shy of sixteen, and Dad especially had trouble dealing with me, his middle son, who was somewhat effeminate. Tim was also a handful, particularly in dealing with the loss of his mother. Although I had become his major caregiver, Dad didn’t want me, his flamboyant son, unduly influencing his youngest child, so Dad called on his best friend (who we all knew as Uncle Jack), a buddy Dad knew from college, who, while he was a bit like me, (he definitely had his Diva moments) but also could pull off the straight macho attitude. In any event, Dad asked Jack if he would raise me, which wasn't nearly as unreasonable as it might sound. Uncle Jack lived quite nearby, so I wouldn’t need to change schools, and I could visit my brothers whenever I wanted. Now you may thought my math skills were a little off since I mentioned five brothers and only listed four. Well, the fifth is my twin brother Kyle. Although we're identical twins, he is completely at odds in behavior and taste. Well you now have met my family. I’m Jake and I now live with my real uncle Rod, my little brother Tim lives with us as well and Kyle uses Uncle Rod's home as basecamp for his job. So when I was about ten my father sent me to live with his college chum and best bud, Uncle Jack. Jack was 6'4", and about 220 pounds, so he was a mountain of a man, a macho guy, a real man. I imagine my father thought Uncle Jack would be a good role model for me, and so I did. It didn't hurt that he was also very handsome and quite well off. The first year there were a lot of adjustments to make, daily routines, chore schedules and generally just really getting to genuinely know each other, but by the time my 12th birthday rolled around, I realized Uncle Jack and I shared some very similar qualities: we both enjoyed the company of very cute young men. It was common for Jack to have a guest over from his office, or an acquaintance from a local hangout, all of whom ranged from 18 to around 25. Jack also hung-out with a group of men in the range of 35 to early fifties. I always enjoyed the attention the guys and men would shower on me, though none of them touched me inappropriately. By the time I reached 15 or 16, I began noticing that some of the guys would stay over, as I now stayed up later it was obvious that these boys and men, would retire to my Uncle Jack's bedroom after they thought I was asleep. In actuality, however, I was often awake, playing games on my computer or phone, and I overheard Uncle Jack's moans and groans, as well as those of his current guest, as the noises filtered down the hallway. I was inwardly pleased to know Uncle Jack, a macho man, was just essentially like me, even if, unlike me, he was not a virgin. I kept Uncle Jack's secret from my brothers and especially Dad, as I slowly got closer to Kyle and Tim, and seemingly more distant from Scott and Matt, with my older brothers actually bulling me and calling me Faggot and Queer. I just disregarded them as Uncle Jack had taught me that it was their problem that they couldn’t accept me. As my 18th birthday approached Kyle asked if he could spend the night, I of course jumped at the chance to be with my twin, although we had opposite temperaments we shared looks and almost identical bodies, Kyle played more sports and hit the gym more frequently than me but I still had a six pack, to his eight pack. Uncle Jack had a friend come over and cook us a really good dinner, and Kyle and I played Xbox games up till about 10 o’clock, when we headed to my room and got ready for bed. As I lay there in my shorts next to my hunky brother I was nervous and excited, what if he noticed my boner, then I looked down and noticed his ample bulge which like mine was hardening and tenting his shorts. I looked over at Kyle and he had a gleam in his eyes “I love you Jake, you know in a few hours we’ll both be 18” “I know” Kyle leaned over towards me and tentatively placed his lips on mine and began kissing me, his hand found my bulge and began kneading it through my basketball shorts, my hand soon found his bulge and I noticed the fabric was quite damp, as mine was most assuredly, our kissing became very passionate, our tongues probing the others oral cavities “I had no clue you had gay tendencies” I quizzed him “We are twins, and while I may view things differently, thanks to Dad, I’ve been Queer for you since I was about 12” I was taken aback, my twin has had the hots for me for 6 years and I hadn’t realized it, he soon was on top of me offering his cock to my lips, which I gladly opened as he sunk his large phallus into my mouth, we were both about the same size 9.5 inches, as I took him down my throat I could taste his precum, the nectar which had sustained my jerkoff sessions as I sucked my own dick in the previous months, listening to Jack pummeling or being pummeled just down the hall. I slid off of Kyles glistening cock, pushed him aside and before he could react “Have you ever done this?” I rolled up on my shoulder blades and pointed my dripping cock toward my mouth the relaxing my back slid just over half my cock “Fuck no, but let me try” Kyle followed my lead and rolled back on his shoulder blades and took his cock into his mouth, I had turned my brother onto a talent he had no idea he possessed, I went back to sucking my cock really getting the precum flowing. Kyle unwound himself and began playing with my ass, wetting a finger and rubbing it on my pucker, then he dove in and began licking my hole occasionally fingering the opening, the grandfather clock in the hall chime twelve and I soon found my twin brother with three fingers working in my hole alongside his tongue. My cock was flooding my mouth and throat with precum when Kyle stopped his ministrations on my ass, I felt empty then I felt his slimy cock press into my hole, first the head drooling precum into my gaping hole then an inch or two slid down into my opening “I’ve never fucked a guy before, but I always wanted you to be my first, you see like you I’ve saved myself for my true love, my brother” By the time he made his confession his entire cock had eased its way into my rectal cavity and I could feel the underside brushing my prostate he pumped in and out about ten to fifteen times before announcing he was too close and blasted my interior walls with his white cream. I was close too, as he pulled out with a pop I rolled off my shoulders and felt my ass, dripping with my brother’s cream, I scooped up what was dripping from my gaping hole and smeared it onto Kyles quivering pucker, I fingered his cum into his hole, scooping up freshly escaping semen from my ass lips, and pushing it into his until I was able to get three fingers past his sphincter, my cock was dripping precum on his hole as well as I slid my cock into Kyle, I could only imagine this is how it felt to slide into me. I was balls deep in my brother, I rolled onto my side bringing Kyle with me, my cock still pumping in and out as my hips gyrated, holding my twin in my arms as my cock worked his inner gut. As it already well past midnight, although he was hard and drooling precum I soon heard Kyle drift into a sound slumber, I pumped a silent load into his intestine and continued fucking him for a while longer before feeling another load building up “Ah fuck, god your ass is so….., ggggggooooodddddd, take my load bro” I spewed my load into his ass, he barely awoke, as l hugged him closer we fell asleep with my still hard cock buried in his chute It felt great having Kyle in my arms, I only fantasized about actually having sex, let alone having it be my twin. Around three in the morning I felt the mattress sink on both sides waking me slightly, thinking Kyle had gotten up, but wait my cock is still buried in Kyle’s hole, then I felt a large cock sliding into my crevice, a hand slid over my mouth as my cock slid from his hole. A mouth moved in and began sucking my rod, while the phallus at my back door pushed into my hole, Uncle Jack whispered in my ear “Relax, your 18 now so I can legally have you to play with, I’ve raised you to be a good queer boy, now just enjoy the ride” I looked over to see Kyle being fucked by one of Jacks friends who had attended dinner with us, Jack was thicker than Kyle or I so he stretched my hole out, and fucked a lot rougher, which I soon discovered I liked, I suddenly realized that there was also a small group of guys surrounding the bed, all jerking their cocks “Don’t worry they’ll all get a chance to breed you” uncle Jack told me With that my hole got wetter as Jack bred my no longer virgin hole. Jack pulled out slowly as one of his 18 year old buddies climbed on the bed and entered my hole, rolling me over and having me ride his long but thin cock, a small brown bottle was placed under my nose, I was told to inhale, my head got fuzzy, and a warmth spread over my body, I took another hit and another, the sensation of the inhalant was awesome I didn’t realize a second cock had penetrated my ass, the twink and the bear daddy were working together to breed my now distended hole. I had been making out with the 18 year old as I rode his cock, as the daddy bear pulled me back in a bear hug I noticed for the first time the scorpion encircling the twinks nipple, the bear pulled my head around into a kiss, and I saw the 20 something that was Fucking Kyle had a bio hazard on his hip as I looked around the room at all the guys who were going to take turns on our asses almost all had some form of tattoo, signifying Poz. I settled back into getting fucked as the twink blew his load into my cummy cavity. Six more men bred me and Kyle before dawn some came back around to fill us a second time, Jack was keeping score on my white board. I had taken 3 more loads than Kyle. As each guest finished off they would hug and kiss Jack goodnight, then collect their clothes and depart. Finally as the sun began to appear in the window Jack settled down and impaled Kyle while his bear buddy Keith entered me, they forced Kyle and I together in the middle of the bed, we began making out as they pumped us with our final loads. As Jack and Keith finished off filling our holes, they each slipped a medium butt plug in, so as not to soil the linens. Jack let us sleep in and finally woke us around noon, we were covered in dried cum and in spots were almost glued together from falling asleep in the cummy bed cuddled together. Keith and jack escorted us to the bathroom and stood us in the shower as they each worked the butt plugs out of our asses, then turned the water on to wash us down, they left the room as Kyle and I explored each other’s bodies, although it was like exploring our own. Dad threw us a birthday party at his house and Tim hung on me, I started to wonder if my little 16 year old brother was having feelings for me and Kyle, feelings which dad would not approve of. The party ended early around 7 o’clock and Kyle and I returned to Uncle Jack’s house. Where much to our surprise was a more adult party, with go-go boys and hot bears, cubs, otters, all the types of boys and men I had associated with Jack over the years. It started out with some tunes and mingling and ended with Kyle and I being escorted down to what I thought was an old wine cellar, sure there were racks for wine bottles, but beyond there was a door that lead to a kinky room with benches and slings and various leather equipment. Hands began undressing Kyle and I, then we were then led to an apparatus and strapped in Uncle Jack then spoke “we have been waiting for you two to turn 18 so now on your birthday we will welcome you into the brotherhood” With that a tall thin black guy started rubbing his big cock on my hole, and a Asian guy started on Kyle, neither used much lube and our asses ripped as we got fucked, Jack and Keith took turns on us as well, after about 6 or seven loads each we were set free and allowed to roam, Kyle found a hot daddy who wanted his cock sucked, then wanted to be fucked with what he said could be our last negative loads, I found a hot 20 twink who wanted to be fucked rough and bred deep. In all between Kyle and me we took 30 loads and bred 7 guys. About two months later Kyle was over visiting as we Planned Tim’s 17th birthday party, and we both had sore throats and were running hot and cold. Jack suggested that he stay the night to avoid the cool night air. By the next morning I was nauseous, fevers, muscle aches, just plain old really shitty feeling, Kyle wasn’t quite as bad but he too had caught something. Jack and Keith nursed us for three days then suggested we head over to his doctor. At the doctor’s office they swabbed the inside of our cheeks and took some blood and did a lot of test, Kyle had to pee in a cup and they swabbed my ass and cock. I was starting to get concerned when Jack came in to be with us from the waiting room “Well ,you little sex pigs, welcome to the brotherhood, you both came back Positive, Kyle it appears you also picked up syphilis and chlamydia, Jake just some chlamydia for you, but your reactive to HPV as well” We looked at Jack who was smiling, and gasped he was so calm about us having STI’s, about then the nurse came in and administered a couple shots to Kyle and pills to me. After the office visit the doctor agreed to come by to discuss the results of the blood test. Kyle and I were dumbstruck and sat in the back seat of the car quiet all the way home

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 2 – Julian) I tried to open a conversation with Julian, but since the blow job event he seemed to be stubborn. “I hope you don’t spoil everything later, when you meet the others….” I mentioned. “The others?” Julian asked scared. “You can believe it or not, I do care about your future and I am asking myself, how will you cope with it?” I asked him nicely. “That’s none of your business.” Julian sulked. The area we passed right now was desert like. We drove for a while already down a street, which was hardly used for normal traffic. This route got used by truckers only. Business guys….. I grinned evilly. My feeling was, that Julian may be 18 years old, but he seemed to be very inexperienced and easily to manipulate. “Well, I wanted to suggest something to you. It entered my mind, when you told me about your past and the gifts you have been giving by nature. Let’s look at the objective data: You didn’t finish your school – that’s a minus! You got not qualifications whatsoever in business… workmanship or such – also a no go. You got no connections – not good! And you got no money – which really is a problem. Now, let’s see if you got other stuff you could contribute: You are able to suck and swallow – which could be helpful. You suck dicks for let’s say 5 dollars. If you swallow the junk, you can charge more money on it, let’s say 5 dollars in additional. You could earn 10 dollars just for a blowjob with swallowing. You should always prefer that and advertise it, that you swallow every load offered. Hmm… I didn’t check your anal finesse yet, but since your father and his friends enjoyed using you for anal gangbangs, you might got some professional possibilities here also. Always offer anal sex, since you can charge at least 20 dollars for it. Advertise it, that you do it without a condom – which would again add 5 dollars to the normal price.” I explained my thoughts to Julian. He opened up by answering, if this wouldn’t be too low on the price scale, although he personally had no idea what a whore would claim for his offers. I agreed, but then I told him that many guys were already working as whores. There was simply too much competition and he should show his costumers from the beginning, that he would offer his body for fair prices. “You just have to suck more guys and let more costumers fuck you, this way you earn a lot more doe and the guys would rather choose you, because of the low charges.” Julian nodded understandingly. “If you allow several guys to gangbang you, it would be perfect to give them some discount. Since you are serving two or more people, you are earning fast money. But you need to encourage and advertise that over and over again, that gang-bangers are welcome into your body.” I told Julian. The discount should be a great offer to the guys to incite taking this special offer and show up with 3 or more guys. Julian didn’t get it…. so I calculated the stuff for him. Stupid whore… 25 dollars for one guy, let’s say…. 30 minutes duration. So Julian would collect 75 dollars in 90 minutes, if everything turns out fine. If he would discount gangbangers (10 dollars each guy) he would earn in 30 minutes with three guys banging the shit out of him 45 dollars. If he could repeat this 3 times (90 Minutes) it would sum up to 135 dollars. He would get, in the same amount of time, 60 extra dollars. “That would be awesome.” Julian cheered loudly. I smiled, nodded and thought… ‘Yeah bitch. Splendid - you stupid cunt.’ “And for the beginning I wanted to show you a place, which might be really a good location for a first timer like you, with no competition at all, but lots of possible customers” I said. Julian looked around but all he could see was only desert. “That’s the clue. We will drive to a parking lot, which is the only spot in this desert. No gas station or restaurant, which would only make it harder to whore around without getting in trouble. You can make yourself a name there. You could offer yourself to the truckers, right in their rigs or at the latrine of course. There is also a deserted hut close to the latrine. You could set up a room for you there and sleep on a mattress while waiting for costumers” I sounded cheerfully. This way the guys, who knew Julian was sleeping in the hut, could enter the place and simply use Julian’s body and give him the cash immediately. So Julian would not have to be at the latrine 24 hours offering his body. He could rest a bit from time to time and still be available with his holes. I knew there was already a mattress in the hut and it got used quite regularely. Julian would have an easy job there. I advised him to sleep on his belly. It would make the service so much easier for his customers. “But how can I get food or something to drink, if I got no transport….” he interjected. I thought about it and told him that he could lower the prices and instead of charging 25 Dollars for unprotected anal intercourse… he should ask for 15 Dollars and an old burger. The latrine would hold most of the time water, so he shouldn’t die of thirst and most of the time the urinals would be blocked. So there would be always enough to drink, directly out of the urinals or the latrine itself. Julian thought about it silently. “I don’t know…. I feel insecure about this” he answered. “You would be out of your step-dad’s radar and you could try this kind of job out, at least for a week. Who knows, maybe you will have earn enough money to buy yourself a brand new car by then” I lied. Julian’s eyes sparkled. “You think so?” he asked excited. “If you don’t deny any customer, then you should be rich in no time” I gave him a winning smile. You should not care about the looks so much or the age. It is only important that your customer-service is brilliant. Just offer your body to all the guys who are willing to pay for your holes and then let them in and milk their dicks. It’s an easy job. You simply keep your legs apart for strangers and welcome them if they shoot their junks in your body. With this gratitude you make sure, that those guys will come back to you again to abuse your body over and over again – and I think you might make it.” Of course there might be heterosexual men, who would deny his service and still then I told Julian he could sell other services to those possible customers. He could offer them, to drink their piss out of the latrine or they could pay for punching him or beating him up. Of course he should set rules for such a service, like no beating to the face or no bone crushing. Julian was scared of this idea, but I told him he should give it a try – at least he could earn a couple of dollars for this kind of stuff, if no other costumer is available for a fuck. To get the motor running I suggested I could ‘play’ his first costumer. I would ask him loudly at the latrine how much he would take for bareback assfuck and would hand him the money. Of course he would have to give me the money back later on. This was only part of the advertisement, so that people would know he is a professional and that I could shoot my toxic load into him. I told him I was sure, that some of the other guys, would take the opportunity and ask about the prices, and he would be in business. Julian nodded and agreed to do it that way. “Excellent….” I said with a smile....

The Hitch-Hiker (Part 1 – Julian) On one of my trips I met Julian. It was a rainy summer afternoon and he approached me at a gas station. He asked me if he could get on board and drive with me for a while. He didn’t seem to care which way I would take, as long as he could leave this place. Since the guy was quite small, I asked him about his age. He told me he just turned 18 and I demanded to see his ID, which he showed me willingly. Nice, I thought….. he was also very skinny. I like that on my boys a lot, although I didn’t know if he could get the spot on the ‘Scorpion Gift Service’ at all. “You’re a runaway? Or do you have some other kind of problems? I don’t want to get involved with some kind of thug or so” I asked him. He denied to be a ‘no good’ and said he did run away from home, but since he was an adult it was his choice to leave anyway. I nodded and asked for his name. He answered it was Julian. “Okay – walk to the exit. I will pay my charges and then I will pick you up….” I motioned my head to the exit of the gas station’s lot. He thanked me quite a lot and took his bag and walked away. I watched his tiny little ass wiggle in the old and worn out jeans. After paying my gas I went to my car and turned to the exit. There he was. Standing close to the exit and smiling at me. I stopped the car and told him he could throw his bag into the trunk. After all was done, he took the passenger’s seat and buckled up. We drove for a while. Although I tried to open a conversation the little guy seemed to be shy. “What’s your problem at home? Do you have problems in your school or in your family?” I asked Julian. He gazed out of the window and did not reply. “Well, then maybe it is a girl? Are you dating girls?” I wanted to know. “Of course I date girls…. I am not a faggot” Julian snapped. “Okay….. then what is so terrible, that you chose to run away instead of finishing your school or find some work?” I insisted. “It is my step dad…… after my mother had died, he is….. doing things to me…..” Julian mumbled. “What kind of things?” I wanted to know. “Well he is doing things to me, he should actually do with another woman” he said. “You mean your dad tried to come on to you?” I played shocked. “Step-dad” Julian said. We drove for a while without saying a thing. “Why didn’t you go to the police…..” I wanted to know. “And then…. what?” he stared dreamingly at the surroundings outside the car. “I feel safe here, now that I found a way to get so far away as possible” he added. Julian sniffed from time to time but didn’t say a word for the next couple of miles. “The first time he touched me was, when I called him for dinner…. I remember him, standing behind me, touching my nape, watching at the dinner table, with his hand driving down my spine…. and then resting on my butt. Squeezing my ass cheeks” he continued talking. “Then he started touching me more often, being at home I got kissed on my mouth all of the sudden. Soon he asked me to french-kiss him and that started the whole thing I guess” Julian thought loudly. “Maybe, if I would have stopped him…. maybe I encouraged him. He knew I had a girl friend… he knew I was not gay, but still he said, now that my mom is gone, someone had to fulfill her duties. And I was doing the chores so well, so why not take his…. his…. dick and milk it also” Julian sighed. I didn’t ask him a thing. I let his heartbreaking stories just emerge. “I should have known…. but I was scared. I didn’t want to lose my step dad also. I just had lost my mom” Julian cried. “And one night he came into my room and I felt him entering my bed. I screamed and shouted out loud but he didn’t care. I tried to defend myself, but somehow he managed to rip my underpants away and he placed his hard cock up to my asshole and simply fucked away.” Julian’s voice got monotone. “It hurt so much…. he promised he would never ever do it again. And I believed him…. and the next night he forced me to suck him, since he was not allowed to fuck me anymore and since I protested against it, he raped my ass anyway.” Julian didn’t recognize, that after all the story I chose a route that would lead us into a little forest. I stopped the car and turned to him, but he was still gazing out of the window, like he was somewhere else. The day I told him I would involve the police, if he wouldn’t stop - he brought 6 guys home that evening. I thought I would die…. *sobs* I really thought that after the gang rape they would kill me, because they told me so.” “But they didn’t kill me, thnough they told me they could…. but if I would comply and please them however they needed me….. I was allowed to live and to work on their cocks” he looked sadly at me. “Do you understand, why I had to leave” he asked me and now he realized we were parking in an deserted part of a forest, he actually didn’t know. “What are we doing here?” he wanted to know. “Well it was such a heart-breaking story. I wanted some time out to listen to it and talk to you.” I told him. Julian nodded. “Don’t worry about me…. I will find my way” he smiled at me softly. “But why, did he chose you anyway? I asked Julian. He shrugged with his shoulders and guessed, that his stepdad would have been a homo all along. “Hmmmm…. possible but unlikely” I said. “Maybe you acted like a faggot? Maybe you stared at his bulge when he came home, tired from work and longing for just a hot meal? Maybe you stared at the crotches of his male friends and they thought – a hole is a hole and yours is an easy hole, because you invited them to use your body?” I looked Julian straight into his eyes. The guy was shocked and started almost to cry. “You know, when I saw you at the gas station my first thought was also, that you are a sleazy faggot. A guy who does everything to drain a nut. Who is simply just horny for dicks, to get his ass cunt fucked and to swallow cum as much as possible.” “No wonder your step dad groped you, since it was your fault to begin with. You are a dirty little slut Julian” I concluded. “So…. what are you waiting for” I asked him bluntly. He wanted to know what I mean. “You cum-bucket sit here… telling me like, for weeks you have been seduced your dad’s cock and his friends dicks to fuck you to pieces and now you got me rocking hard and you don’t want to finish your job. I mean…. are you serious?” I growled. “Please…. I don’t want to do a job here…. I just want to step out at the next gas station or town.” he demanded. “I can’t see a gas station here…. and I don’t see a town for miles and miles to come. But you are welcome to step out any time” I looked seriously at Julian. In order to appease me, he touched my junk and tried to squeeze it a little bit, to get some attention to his words. Of course touching me there…. didn’t help him much. “Open my fucking jeans and start blowing and you better start it now…. or you can get off the car, but believe me, before we part…. I will get you a good beating. Maybe your step-dad should have given you more of that. And I promise you, I am good in beating you to a pulp.” I grinned insanely at Julian who got really scared now. He started to cry and begged me again repeating the words ‘Please’ all over again. Slowly he opened my jeans and freed my rocking hard cock. He stroked it slowly up and down. “No teeth and remember to swallow my cum.” I reminded him and he got down swallowing my cock. I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on my dickhead. After a while he started deep-throating me. He was really not bad at allin sucking. Not a single time he scraped against my dick with his teeth . My eyes were closed while he did his job. I didn’t even warn him, when my eyes started to tingle. His mouth went up and down my dick. He used his hands jacking me off also, while his lips massaged my cock nicely. I could hear him swallow and moan in distress from time to time. I enjoyed it when my first shot hit his throttle. He closed his mouth around my prick head and sucked in earnest to get all my sweet juice out of my balls. Gush after gush my piss-slit fired the cum out of my balls. “Man…. you blow like a professional whore” I sighed. “You are the best faggot cum sucking slut I ever laid my eyes on” I complimented him. “You did a great job fag” I thanked him politely for sucking and stuffed my cock back into my jeans and buttoned up. Julian cried silently and I ruffled his hair. “Sometimes it is the best to accept your fate” I told him softly. “Being a hole for other homo or hetero guys is not so bad at all. You have a task to fulfill and there will be always dicks wanting to unload in you. You should take your strength out of that, knowing you give other blokes a good orgasm” I explained to him. I started the engine and we entered the road again. Julian couldn’t stop his tears, and he felt degraded and abused. And this was just the beginning…..

It does work! I have done it myself. Think about it, a post with 5 view and 1 flag in the first 30 minutes will get it taken down; but a post with 30 views and only 1 flag in the first 30 minutes will make sure it does not get taken down.

Continuation...a little long. Had to resolve a few plot points. It should heat up again next chapter. I think. _______________________________ Chapter 13) The gang bang had ended, and the thoroughly cowed faculty had been sent on their way, warned that if they complained, got medical treatment or went to the police, the video of them raping me would be posted on the internet and forwarded to the president of the university, the cops and the news media. I wanted to ruin them, but quietly: have my dad negotiate a huge financial settlement for all the guys in the frat, and as an additional condition demand the immediate resignation of all five of them. Or maybe just four. The “straight” math teacher – Larry – had turned into a complete cum dump. He was moaning to be fucked again after Mike and I had finished, so Carlos stepped up and rammed his enormous dick in Larry’s butt, shot another load and rubbed another one out of the so-called straight guy. He might be the best candidate as a puppet faculty advisor if I couldn’t convince everyone to play it my way, and we just held the threat of annihilation over the Gang of Five Creeps. But for now I was contemplating climbing the steep, narrow stairs. Every bone in my body hurt, I was hungry and exhausted; I shook my head and moaned, “I’ll have to sleep down here until I’m strong enough to make it up the stairs.” “Don’t worry baby, I’ll carry you,” said Carlos, as he hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “This is how we got you upstairs last night.” Had it only been a day? It felt like weeks…months. Once we made it to the basement level from the sub-basement, he shifted me so that he was now cradling me against his chest. “I’m sorry baby,” he murmured. “For what?” I asked. “I said I wouldn’t let anybody hurt you but…” “Oh fuck, not you, too,” I sighed. “I’ll tell you what I told Mike: I decided to do this. I could have left but I didn’t, remember? You said I had major cojones. And you did just fine – you’ve got a wicked uppercut.” He smiled weakly. I was too tired for any further argument and gave up. Ike was waiting to take over at the foot of the stairs from the basement to the main floor of the house; for the last lap, Mike carried me upstairs, and delivered me to Aiden and Aaron, who began clucking over me like a couple of mother hens immediately. Everyone else seemed to have gone to bed; it was just about 4:00 AM. “Okay, into the tub for a nice warm oatmeal bath,” said Aaron, as he walked me to the bathroom. “Then you should take Advil – five or so should do it, that’s equal to prescription strength, it won’t kill you,” he added as I shook my head. “And we have some lotion that you can use on your butt to ease the sting. No getting fucked for the next four days at least, better if you wait a week.” “You want something else to eat or drink, Darren?” Aiden asked. “Is there more soup,” I asked “and some crackers or toast or something? Maybe some hot tea?” “Sure, we’ve got all of that,” he said, and left to prepare my pre-dawn snack. Aaron helped me climb in the tub; the warm water was soothing and I sighed contentedly. “Thanks. I’m sorry you have to stay up and play nursemaid, you must be exhausted too.” “Aiden and I slept while Carlos and Ike monitored the video,” Aaron explained. “Plus who would know better than Aiden and me what you’d need after that ordeal?” He shook his head and sighed, then began stroking my hair. “They were extra vicious to you. Daddy Scorpio must have told them to do it, or convinced them you were a pain pig or something. It was when he started choking you that Carlos and Ike woke up everybody and we all ran down to stop it.” “I don’t think I ever said thanks for saving me. How did you get in? Does everyone know the code?” “Daddy Scorpio set it and he isn’t exactly tech-savvy. He used 5-4-3-2-1 as the combination, so it wasn’t hard to memorize,” Aaron said, rolling his eyes. I laughed for the first time in hours. Aiden arrived with a tray holding another large mug of hot chicken soup, a mug of hot tea with honey and lemon, and some toasted whole-grain bread spread with raspberry jam. I slowly ate and drank, holding the plate so that I didn’t get toast crumbs in the bath water. By the time I’d finished, the water had cooled; Aiden and Aaron helped me out of the tub, and handed me a towel to dry off. I could hardly keep my eyes open at that point. “Time for bed,” Aiden said. “You look like you’re going to fall asleep on your feet.” They led me to Mike’s room, but the bed was empty. “Where’s Mike?” I asked, disappointed. “He’s bunking on the floor in a sleeping bag in Ike’s and my room,” Aaron said. “He thought you’d want the bed to yourself.” I made a small, annoyed sound, turned my eyes heavenward and shook my head. “Can you please go get that idiot?” I asked. Aaron grinned and said, “Sure. I’ll send him over.” When Mike walked in he looked tired, but not as if he’d been woken out of a sound sleep. He seemed braced for something, tense. The teasing, sarcastic words I would usually have employed under these circumstances died on my tongue. “I don’t want to sleep alone,” I said simply, and felt my eyes sting. He obviously relaxed and said “Neither do I.” We got in his bed, and wrapped ourselves around one another. “Thinking about being with you was the only thing that got me through this night,” I whispered. Mike gently kissed my cheek; odd to think that he now represented safety and security given how it had all started. But I knew he was a good man with a good heart. Finally exhausted, I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me, keeping me warm. ————————— We were awoken by a brisk knock at the door and then Aiden entered without waiting for a response. “Goddamn it,” I grumbled drowsily. “What is it about this fucking room?” I had a wicked headache. “Good morning to you, too,” Aiden said. He was carrying a large sack from which a tantalizing array of odors wafted: coffee, eggs, French fries and pancakes. “It’s noon, you’ve gotten seven hours of sleep and you’ve got a lot to do today. Ouch,” he said looking at me more closely. “That’s some shiner you’ve got there.” “What?!? Where’s your mirror?” I asked Mike. “I don’t have one in here,” Mike said. I looked at him disbelievingly. “How do you check out your outfits?” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and went to the bathroom down the hall to take a look. A bruise spread over my left cheek bone, a lurid shade of deep purple, just beginning to go green and yellow on the edges. No wonder my head hurt. “I’m surprised you haven’t been arrested for crimes against fashion,” I told Mike when I returned to his room. “I have a mirror we can bring here when we move in my stuff today.” Mike’s smile was dazzling as he stroked my right cheek. “We’re moving your stuff here?” he asked. “Well, sure. I mean…unless you don’t want me to…” I trailed off, feeling foolish. He looked at me intently, seriously. “Of course I want you to.” “It’s time to eat,” Aiden said unsentimentally as he unpacked the paper bag. “Especially you, Darren, you’re running on chicken soup and fumes.” “Are you sure you’re not Jewish?” I asked. “You sound just like my mom.” Aiden smiled and shrugged. “And are you always this disgustingly cheerful in the morning?” I asked snarkily. He ignored me. “This is for you, Mike,” handed him a white plastic bag, “and you should take a couple more of these,” he said handing me a large bottle of ibuprofen and then finally left us to our breakfast. The plastic bag contained Mike’s medications; it turned out that Carlos had gotten the key to the cupboard where Daddy Scorpio kept everyone’s meds. There was orange juice, coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon (which I passed on), hot buttered toast, French fries, and pancakes with mixed berries and whipped cream. We sat on the floor and dug in. I hadn’t been aware of how hungry I was until I began to eat. “We’re going to have to figure out our next move before those bastards try anything,” I said, pausing my greedy inhalation of scrambled eggs. “I don’t trust any of them further than I can throw the Empire State Building. And I’m supposed to Skype with my parents tonight. With this eye I’m going to have to tell them something.” Mike grimaced. “I suppose you’re right. Is there any way they’ll keep it quiet?” I knew he was worried about his family finding out, and he wasn’t the only one with that problem. “I’m going to try to convince my dad to cut a deal with the college administration. They’re not going to want any publicity around this either, but my plan is that they have to pay out a lot of money to keep us quiet. Can I get just a part of the video to email if I need to persuade him?” “Carlos will set it up, he’s a whiz with computers. If your dad would negotiate for us, it’d be great,” Mike said. “My mom will probably want to write an article and then a book. I’ll try to stop her, but I know she’ll use pseudonyms.” Which if she named the University or any of the circumstances would be no shield at all. “Maybe she’ll be satisfied with just writing about me since everyone already knows everything about how I was born,” I finished sourly. Mike grinned. “I read her memoir for a writing class.” “Oh fuck,” I said. Of course they’d use it here because of Dad’s connection to the place. “C’mon, I thought it was sweet. There’s no doubt that they both really, really wanted you.” I sighed, rolled my eyes and barely refrained saying “whatever.” “Honey, we have to get you to the clinic today and get you on PeP,” Mike said, adroitly changing the subject. I felt torn – I didn’t really want HIV, but I didn’t want anything to come between me and Mike or my other friends. Seemingly reading my mind, Mike continued “We need to do this right, or your parents are going to be furious.” “I suppose so,” I acknowledged grudgingly. “And then you can transition to PreP, and we’ll be taking one of the same medications.” “What?” I said. “Yeah, I take Truvada to treat HIV. You’ll have to take it every day.” “Then what’s the point? I may as well just let myself convert,” I argued. “Darr, sweetheart, please just do this for me, okay?” he said, grasping my shoulders. “It’s going to be tough enough facing your mom and dad without missing something obvious like this.” “Ohh-kaaay,” I said, feeling oddly dejected. “You’re right. Since we’re going out, you wouldn’t happen to have my clothes, wallet and phone, would you?” “Tucked away in our chest of drawers,” he said nodding at the piece of furniture in question. Our – I liked the sound of that. “Your boots are in the closet.” We finished eating, took showers, shaved and I got dressed in the clothes I’d chosen especially for Friday night: a tight red t-shirt and tight black jeans with boots. I’d only worn them for a couple hours, so they were still fresh. Mike came up behind me, and pulled me back against him. I winced a little, still sore. “You look incredible. It was all I could do to keep from ripping that outfit off of you as soon as you walked in the door on Friday,” he murmured in my ear. I leaned back against him. “Then my plan worked.” “Definitely. Okay, places to go and things to do,” he said, leading me out of his room and down the steps. It took two trips to move all my belongings in Ike’s car, which I unpacked with the help of Mike, Carlos and McCloskey (whose first name I’d found out was Steve). I pointedly ignored their teasing about how much stuff I’d brought with me as we made room in the closet and dresser. Then I went with Mike to the clinic where I explained that I’d had unprotected sex and needed to start prophylaxis against possible HIV infection to a rather grouchy male nurse-practitioner. He insisted on a full physical and comprehensive blood work. One look at my battered anus got me prescriptions for an oral antibiotic and a topical ointment, as well as the Truvada, along with a lecture on safer sex and questions about the circumstances under which I’d had so much sex that my anal and rectal canals were so irritated. I brushed him off, but couldn’t avoid a follow-up appointment. Once back at the house, I curled up in the window seat in Mike’s room and caught up on some reading assignments. We had pizza for dinner, along with minestrone soup and salad. “Who’s paying for all this food?” I asked. “Daddy Scorpio,” said Aiden with a satisfied smile. “He’s hoping we’ll keep quiet, so it’s bribe. But none of us are above bribes.” Then, finally, the hard part: Skyping with Mom and Dad. I initiated the connection, and then moved so I’d be off screen. Mike, Carlos, Ike, Aiden and Aaron were in the room with me for moral support. “Darren, sweetie, is that you? Move over, we can’t see you,” my mom said. “Are you sitting down?” I asked. “Why?” my dad asked suspiciously. “Just tell me. And if you’re not sitting, please sit.” “Okay, okay, we’re both sitting,” my dad said exasperatedly. “What have you done now? Dyed your hair green and cut in a Mohawk?” I moved so that I was in their sight line, watched my mother’s jaw drop, and then her face crumple. “Darren, what happened?” she demanded. “From the looks of it, our charming son finally met his match and got socked in the eye for mouthing off.” I was irritated enough at his assumption I earned the bruise that I just blurted it out. “No. I was assaulted. Sexually.” “What?” my mother shrieked. “How did this happen? Have you seen a doctor, have you called the police?” “I went to a clinic and they took care of me and prescribed some medicine, you’ll see the charges on the insurance and my credit card. The police…it’s kind of complicated.” I had prepared my version carefully, memorizing a bulleted list that I’d shared with everyone with instructions to memorize it, or else I’d add them to any criminal complaint. That shut up Daddy Scorpio’s supporters in a hurry. “Complicated?” my dad said, looking skeptical. “Meaning…?” “I went on a date this past Friday, with a really nice guy, but…” “He’s not nice if he raped you,” my mother said flatly. “It wasn’t him. I said it was complicated. He’s the pref…president of a fraternity and he wanted me to pledge. We had a lovely time together. I met some of the guys, they’re great and I decided to join. When I left the Fraternity house, someone grabbed me, and took me to a basement room…” “Oh, my poor, sweet angel. I told you we should have him stay in New York,” my mom said turning on my dad furiously. “We would have been able to keep a closer eye on him.” Me mum had hit on the only upside I’d been able to find when Dad insisted I go to this bucolic setting for college: severing the umbilical cord. I loved Mom, but she had a tendency to hover. “But,” Dad began. “We’ve sent our son into the middle of a real-live Deliverance because you insisted that he attend your alma mater,” she said, reaching for tissues as she started to cry. “They weren’t hicks, mom,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Who did this?” my dad said, now angry. “Have you gone to the police or the campus authorities?” “I keep saying it’s complicated, Dad. Let me finish.” I took a deep breath. “It was several faculty members.” “Several. Faculty. Members?!?” said my dad, his face expressing how unlikely he thought this to be. “Who?” “Well, the guy who grabbed me is the football coach here…” “Zetcher? Impossible. I don’t believe it.” “Are you saying that I’m lying?” “You’d do anything to convince us to let you come back to New York, up to and including hitting yourself in the face with a two by four and then claiming you were raped. It’s not going to work.” I let my hurt show. “Okay. I was afraid of this. I didn’t want to, but I’m going to send you a video clip. Check your email.” I had the message ready to go that had the excerpt Carlos prepared attached, starting when Daddy Scorpio threatened me, then tackled me. I heard the ping on the family PC that indicated my email had arrived. Dad opened it and double-clicked on the attached mpeg. Next thing I heard was Daddy Scorpio’s yelling at me that I’d pay, my snarky comeback and then my scream as he tackled me. “Turn it off,” my mother said tearfully. “I can’t watch this!” “Darren…I…I’m sorry. I…” my dad stuttered. “You want to make up for it?” I said, irritated that my eyes were burning. “Come here. I need both of you,” and began to cry. “We’ll be there tomorrow, angel,” my mom promised. “As soon as we can get there.” “I have a deposition…” “Fuck the goddamn deposition, an associate or another partner will handle it if you explain that our son needs us, it’s a family emergency. Don’t say another word,” Mom warned my dad. I saw my friends exchange glances, wide-eyed at my mom dropping the “f” bomb. “Who made this video, and how did you get it?” he asked, and my mom’s eyes went to slits, her mouth a tight, straight line. “Friends who saved me.” “Huh?” Dad said, clearly completely perplexed. “Why didn’t they stop it from happening, then?” Time to play the trauma card. “Daddy, I’m exhausted, I have a headache and it’s all a little fuzzy. Can we talk tomorrow?” I gave them the address of the frat house so they could find me. “Try to get some sleep, angel,” said my mom as she dabbed her eyes. “We’re on our way,” just before we ended the session. “Baby, now I know where you get it,” said Carlos after I turned off my laptop. “Get what?” I asked. “That fearless mouth of yours,” he said admiringly. “Your mom sounds just like you!” “I think it’s the other way around, darling,” said Aaron. Aiden nodded his agreement and snickered. “Can you really sell them on this?” Mike asked. “Yeah, there’s a lot of gaps to account for,” Ike worried. “I’ll manage it. Somehow,” I assured them. They all look less than convinced. “It all hinges on the video and my testimony. And I will only testify as to what is on that video. There’s no proof for the rest.” And then a wave of fatigue washed over me. “I don’t about you guys, but I’m sleep deprived and have to face the parents tomorrow. So I’m ready to call it a night.” “Me too, Darr,” said Mike. The rest left our room for their own, we got ready (finally, my own toothbrush!) and snuggled together in bed. I fell asleep immediately. It was dark…I was in a room…Mike’s room? Or the “Chapel of the Scorpion”? What was just on the other side of the door over there? I knew I wasn’t alone…there was someone dangerous nearby, and I had to leave, but where’s the door? I saw someone – Daddy Scorpio? – coming towards me, tried to run then fell…and woke with a jolt and small shout. “Sweetheart, what is it?” Mike said as he turned on the bedside lamp. “A dream, just a dream,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. “Your heart is thumping a mile a second,” Mike said. “And you’re shaking. What was it about?” I shook my head, not wanting to relive it. “It’ll help, I promise. We’ve all been through it, the nightmares.” I thought a minute, and tried to hold on to the now-fading fragments of my dream. “I was someplace…” and I paused. “That’s a good start,” said Mike gently. I made a face at him, concentrated again. “I thought it was this room, then it changed to the room in the sub-basement, but it didn’t look the same. I saw a door but I knew someone was in the room and that they were going to try to hurt me,” I said, my breathing getting shallower. “And then I think I saw The Father…” “Daddy Scorpio,” Mike prompted. “Remember?” I smiled weakly. “Yeah, Daddy Scorpio. And he started towards me, I couldn’t find the door – it was gone – and then I tripped and was falling. That’s when I woke up.” He didn’t say anything else, just held me close. “Are you sure he can’t get in here?” I asked. I hadn’t thought about it before. Mike smirked. “All the locks were changed and the guys put bolts on all the doors inside. The frat operating fund paid for it. He’s locked out, believe me. Try to relax,” Mike said and kissed me on the forehead. “You’re trembling like a leaf.” I tried closing my eyes, and breathing deeply and rhythmically. The shakiness of the dream persisted, but I tried to hold still and let Mike sleep. “Still can’t sleep?” he asked. So much for that. “Yeah, sorry. Maybe I should sleep on the floor, or the couch in the living room.” “Don’t be stupid,” Mike said, sounding a little more awake. “There’s no point in neither of us sleeping.” “Let’s try something,” he said, and nuzzled my neck, began zeroing in on my hotspots. “This isn’t going to relax me,” I gasped. “I’ll want you to fuck me, and we can’t. That means I’ll be awake and horny.” “There’s other things we can do – let me take care of you” he whispered, then pressed his mouth to mine, and gently pushed his tongue between my lips. He was a fantastic kisser, and just let him take over though I felt frustrated that I couldn’t take him inside of me. Then he began working his way down: my ears, my jaw, my neck again, my chest, lazily tonguing my nipples as I twisted under him. He followed my belly down to the groin where he flicked a teasing tongue over the femoral artery, his warm mouth closing gently over my cock. I moaned as he increased the suction and began to lightly play with my balls; from the rhythmic pumping I could sense that he was simultaneously beating himself off. I could feel the buzz start in my lower back, and began to follow the nerves of my pelvis, to the root of my dick, no holding back now. My load shot into his warm, accommodating mouth. Mike didn’t let up on the suction and I writhed with pleasure so intense that it felt like torture. Then he was up on his knees and shooting his load on my chest and stomach. He lay down and kissed me again, tracing patterns in the load he’d unleashed on my abdomen. “I’m drawing hearts,” he murmured. I giggled weakly; the tension was gone. Mike seemed to sense the change. “They say sex is better than valium for relaxation,” he told me as he reached for the box of tissue that’d been left on the nightstand and gently cleaned me up. “Case in point,” I said sleepily. “Sleep tight, honey,” he answered. I felt him pull me close as I dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Tonight was an epic load taking adventure. 11 loads in my ass in 6 hours, 9 different guys. 2 known poz, the rest unknown. Swallowed 5 loads during the fucking and my place and then 6 more loads at the cruisey park by my house. Let me break it down. I couldn't find anything on any of the sites so I put up a craigslist and waited. Went outside to smoke and met a cute Latino dude on the street and brought him in to smoke some weed and drink some beers. 10 minutes later I'm choking on his fat uncut cock and hearing "ayyy papi" he squirts a load down my throat and just sits in my place naked watching porn and drinking beer. So I ask him if he fucks dudes a lot he said yeah. Then he asked me if he could invite his boyfriend and his friends over and have a party. Normally I'd have said no because I'm not the party type but I told him yeah. Bout 30 mins and another blowjob and load down my throat 4 more Latino dudes show up. Now the first one is already just my type. Late 20s, small beer belly, tats everywhere. Straight cholo. The rest are even straighter( cholo) looking and don't even speak English. Lol. The first dude tells them in Spanish that they can fuck me and cum in me all they want. They did not waste a second. One minute later I've got a really fat uncut cock shoved in my ass and 3 more uncut( kinda smelly and sweaty but fuuuuucking hot) cocks slapping my face and taking turns face fucking me. At this point we partied a little while Latino #2( don't know their names) kept slowly filling my ass. I'm spun and then latino #2 starts cumming( a lot) all inside me and all over my hole. I was literally drenched. He pulls out and is immediately replaced by #1( the one I'd blown twice already) and I clean his cock. # 3 slipped me a (viagra?) (no clue actually) and starts railing my face while #1 is getting close to seeding my "pusi gringo" (as they kept calling it) and #2,4,5 are watching and shotgunning clouds and getting me more spun. # 1 shoots and #3 takes over and cums in like a minute. (I'm not complaining. It was huge load too). We take a few minutes to drink some water and then we go to the bathroom where they all pissed on me

Amazing time on Wednesday. Stopped as I entered the darkroom, to get my bearings, and was instantly entered from the rear. He came, then withdrew, and another entered me. I could now make out the outlines of others lying on the benches surrounding the room, and declined a third. I moved to the back of the room, leant on the bench, and was repeatedly fucked. After a couple of hours I was exhausted,full of cum and booked into the local hotel to recover! I'll be going again soon. Open Sat, Sun, Mon and Wed only, 12 pm - 6pm, though it's empty by 3pm. Great for more mature guys - guys in their 60s and 70s, with massive hard-ons, wandering around, fucking anybody who doesn't move!

I saw it posted here a few months ago. It was an amateur clip. The top is fucking the dude and the condom breaks (no apparent tampering). The top says "Oh shit, the condom broke", the bottom says it's okay and to keep going. The top says "I'm poz" and the bottom says it's okay. Then the top fucks him harder and cums in him. Any ideas?

At the moment living in Berlin but playing with the thought of maybe moving to Phoenix...I'm a sucker for places with good weather. Lived in Bangkok few years back and really loved the lifestyle...was living at great apartment with big rooftop swimming pool,loved the food and the variety of shopping and the going out part. The only downside were the guys...I'm not into Asians at all and I would feel somewhat frustrated if I would c some hot European or Australian guy with some skinny girly Thai. Had few hook ups of course ... But they were a lot less than I would normally have in Europe and the US. Besides during that time I was seeing two guys in London...not at the same time by the way...lol. Berlin is fun and I do have good time the few times that I'm there a month...I work for US airline as cabin crew and am stationed in London at the moment. So I'm regularly in the US for work and fun on my days off...Sexually I'm very into American men...they seem to have this natural no bs type of attitude and I kind of love that! The only downside about Americans is that lots of them should be on medication for depression or check in into a rehab clinic for drug use specially....I also found that I sometimes have hard time reading them...they seem to say something and then contradict themselves but in general they r good fun and friendly and most of them r really good fucks! Like I said I like Berlin but somehow have not found my "niche" yet... It's great from cultural point of view and the sex at the many ready sexclubs is amazing! But somehow it's like something is missing...so will c what I will do, but the thought of living somewhere sunny in house with swimming pool for same price that I'm paying for my place in Berlin is very appealing...the only downside to Phoenix is that guys r not very worldly and some of them r downright sketchy.... Like they have just escaped from prison or something...there also seems to be big drug scene which I totally don't care for as sex is my drug in life. So what do u guys think.... Should I take the plunge or not?

Me? I'm thinking about the plumber who worked on my bathroom. He brought his two helpers, who happened to be andhis sons. The youngest was a real puppy, and he couldn't take his eyes off of me as I sat smoking a cigar on the porch. My fantasy was to be nailing the kid when Dad found us. In my fantasy Dad would then mount me while my cock was still seven inches up junior's butt, only to have the older son get up on the bed and feed me his cock while Dad railed my ass, pushing my cock in and out of the youngest son. A three-way simultaneous orgasm follows with me getting loaded front and rear while I pump the puppy full of my charged load. But all I got was a well-done plumbing job. And a great fantasy.

Looking for high viral load poz guys to fuck my neg cunt and convert me. Would love to be your fuck toy cum dump slave and spend my life taking poz loads with no limits. Happy to be pierced and tattooed once converted and owned

Thanks #DylanBttmSlut! I'm def going to do this. Hope I have as much success as you have!!

Had a repeat session with a cute, young BBC top I met off Adam. He only fucks with condom, but tonight the condom broke. Not a small break either. After he shot his load, he pulled out and the condom was completely wrapped around the base of his cock with nothing on the shaft. He didn't say anything, and I pulled it off him. Not sure when it broke or if he 'noticed' or not but he shot a huge fucking load in my hole.

Thank you very much NLbear. I hope I can find a nice place because this week is a fetish week, maybe more the place is full

I have to say this is one hot fucking story. Great writing.

I'm 19 and i've fucked a lot of older dudes i've met online most of them have been older, some of them a few pound overweight but i've loved it, I love beeing used and fucked like i'm worthless, its such a turn on. I honestly dont care how they look. I'm 100% serious, do you think it might be a good proffesion for someonee like me? by a lot I mean I've fucked someone atleast once a day for the last 50 days. sometimes 5+guys

Chatted with a 25 yr old on BBRT today. Drove to his place, fucked him and gave him my charged load. He was undetectable already, but a hot ass nonetheless.

They were taken down because someone reported them. When Craigslist sends you an email with a link to your ad; click the link around 10-30 times - that way it will be less likely for it to be taken down.

I think many guys like the idea of being forced to take loads but pretty sure most of us crave cum so much that we will take any load we can get.

This is something that all barebackers just have to deal with. Anyone who thinks that they can fuck or be fucked like rabbits and not contract anything eg clap/syphilis /crabs/scabies or even hep a/b/c is kidding themselves. At least there are vaccines for hep a and b but the rest is a "roulette". Perhaps you should be looking for a monogamous relationship...

As SuccessfulChaser said, STIs come with raw fucking. There is no way to avoid them. You can fuck 1 guy and catch something or you can take 20 loads and get nothing. There is no rhyme or reason to it. There are things you can do to minimize your risk. For one, don't get on an assembly line with other bottoms (e.g. sex parties) where tops are going from hole to hole. That is just asking for trouble - especially if the top is not wiping his dick off. Make sure you are well lubed and take it slow with the hung tops. A roughed up, wrecked bloody hole is a sponge for the nasties. If you do find out you got something, tell your bf and go get treated at the same time. Otherwise, you are just passing infections back and forth to each other. Thanks for starting the thread. Too many guys are focused on getting laid, but bareback sex requires having a health strategy. PrEP is just protecting you from one of the big 5 (i.e. HIV). You are still at risk for syphilis, gonorrhoea, chlamydia and Hepatitis C. Most people don't get checked for Hep C as part of their routine panels. But chances are if you engage in any type of group sex or rough sex, you are at high risk. That one can't be cleared up with a shot. It's 12 weeks of antivirals that cost tens of thousands of dollars (but prices are coming down.) Good luck man.

Great story I hope there will be more chapters on the way

Thanks guys, my cock is doing all the writing here, the idea of sharing cum makes its hard as fuck

WARNING: Some straight sex in this part. If you don't like that, skip this part of the story. Part 3: Holy shit…my dick got hard by watching my neighbor, my brother’s best friend, my brother readjust himself….what is happing to me….I can’t be gay! Abby walked over and asked me what I said bc she couldn’t hear….(oh hell, I’m starting to say it out loud) Oh nothing, babe….she then noticed that I was hard…and asked I was ready for their next step. I glanced back down at Luke….his hands were back behind his head again not moving……(did he move or did I just imagine that – refocus) . Abby had started kissing me again while stroking my dick….then I noticed she had was rolling a condom on my dick. I guess, Ray’s girlfriend knew where they were….she pulled me over to the couch and laid down. I looked at her as she was naked. She is so beautiful…her pubes, nicely trimmed…were darker than mine…(I wonder if Luke’s is blonde or if he has any)(FUCK – what the hell I’m not gay – stop thinking about him) (I’m about to fuck her and prove I’m straight…) I lean in kissing her and she grabs my dick and starts putting it inside her. …I exhale as she gasps….remember, we are both virgins and I have a hard 7 inch moderately thick dick….I was scared I was hurting her, but I was more scared of being gay…..I was trying to wiggle it in as slowly as possible. I do really care for Abby & I didn’t want to hurt her….after applying more lube and taking a little extra time…I had done it! I have officially lost my virginity! ( I am a man, I am straight, I am not gay…I was just horny) while I’m sliding into her slowly, in my head I’m just repeating in my head that I’m straight, this is right…this is the way it’s supposed to be) - it was then that I and abby released that I was losing my hard on. I was starting to panic….i don’t think I came again…Abby could see the panic on my face. So she suggested that we change positions. And let her ride me. By the time I had pulled out and gotten repositioned I had gone soft. I was scared. What happened? Again, she saw the look of confusion and disappointment and don’t worry….babe, don’t worry – this happens…I told her, I’ve never gone this soft after being so hard and not Cumming, She asked if I had ever had a condom on for a time period? I thought about it and said…actually no… I thought about the first time I ever dealt with one. I had been in Ray’s room doing something and came across one. So I opened and was looking at it and playing with it. Of course being a little younger, the idea of sex got me hard….so I decided I would try to put one on…you know, just in case I got lucky sometime. Well striped down and was sitting on the end of the bed when Ray walked and I freaked. He started laughing and told me not to cum on his stuff. He then saw the open condom and he asked me if I had put it on yet? I said no, I was about to try. He was telling me about how to pinch the tip to get a little extra room but he saw that I was confused…so he said here…let me show you and wen to put it on my dick. Of course I was like hell no…so he said he would show me on his own dick. He popped in a dvd then all of sudden porn came on – my dicked jumped. Well he stripped, I blushed and he said – look, we are brothers – we both have one – no big deal….so I watched as he got hard….it put mine to shame. He sat there stroking his at least 9in cut dick with his huge hairless balls underneath. He got another rubber and put one on. The entire time this was happening, I was hard & didn’t really pay attention until he pointed it out. So gave a fresh rubber and I started putting it on…well I was having a little trouble – so he was like let me show you again…so he pulled my arm and the rubber and placed it at the tip of my dick and then said, you will then just wrap your other and around and roll it to your pubes and he demonstrated across my head…after that, I finished rolling it on. “you good? You got it?” yup I do! - well you’re still hard and might as well not completely waste these rubbers…here.. He put a little lube in his hand and grabbed my dick and did a couple strokes…that was the strangest feeling I’ve ever had. Well it didn’t take long for me to blow my wad into the condom….Ray was still stroking his when he asked me to wrap my hand around his balls and give a slight tug. So I did and it wasn’t long till he filled up the end of his rubber with the most cum I’ve ever seen. I grabbed my clothes and was headed to my room and he said, anytime you want to jackoff together, just come on over. I’ve got a good stash of porn. Anyway, When abby asked if I had used a rubbers before….I said no, but told her I had put one on years ago, but not sense then. She said I probably wasn’t use to them that she heard her brother say that his dick wouldn’t stay hard with them so he and his girlfriend never used them. I knew Ray hardly ever used them…I think he has had the same stash for years. So Abby suggested that I try entering her without one but just make sure I pulled out if I felt like I was going to get close. So I walked back over to the counter and got a little lube and started to put some on my dick…there was a response. I then looked out the window, and there he was…still laying there. Abby told me that taking it off worked…I was refocused and realized my dick was rock hard! Abby grabbed my hand to pull me back to the couch…I glanced back and saw Luke’s head move up as if he was staring up at us…maybe he was just shifting his head on the pillow or something. But I asked Abby if we could try something, might be a little fun. I told her let me sit in front of this window in this chair and you could get on top then lower yourself at your speed. Abby looked down at everybody to see if anyone could see…nobody was looking at the house. Pretty mush all the guys were in the pool with a couple girls. Then a couple were in chairs, but figured they were asleep. She was nervous but she decided to try it. I sat down with a clear eye shot to the pool below and then Abby starting working her way down my hard dick. Oh the sensations were great. I really am a man, I’m sitting here fucking this girl with no rubber on. Just skin to skin – pure. Although we had connected, I just wasn’t satisfied. I started looking around and then saw Luke’s hand move to his glasses to lower them a little. I wasn’t sure if he was looking at us or someone else. I saw him get up and move out of my vision. Where had he gone? I could tell that Abby was done with this position which was good bc I did want to last longer but felt my balls start to tighten up. So I was like hang on…lets try something else. I told her I had seen this position in one of rays movies and said that the girl really liked it. When I stood up I saw that Luke had moved further back and away from everyone else, again he was now laying more upright but noticed he had a towel over his legs…Abby broke my thought and ask how I wanted to do the next move. I told her to stand over the back of the chair which was behind the bar, she did. I walked up behind her and she freaked thinking I was going to fuck her in the ass….I was like hell no…that is gay shit. I was gunna stick my dick in her puss from behind. So she repositioned herself over the chair and helped guide my uncovered raw dick back into her. She reminded me to pull out. So here I am starting to stroke in her and I look at her smooth back going down to her ass…it was very beautiful – couldn’t really tell it was a female until she made a sound. I glanced down for a moment it looked like Luke was doing something under the towel. Maybe he was just readjusting himself, but it seemed more than that. I all of sudden wondered – what if he was staring at me and was jacking off….that did it…that one thought made my ball shrink up and shot my load….then I panicked bc I realized that I was still in Abby – we both freaked. She started screaming at me telling me I should have pulled out – I tried to tell her it was an accident and that it just happened so fast. I told her – wait here, I’m gunna go get ray – he will know what to do. I threw my shorts on and ran downstairs yelling for Ray….I told him COME HERE NOW…he jumped up and was like what the fuck - what happened…I told him & he started laughing and then I punched him and told this is not funny, I can’t get a girl pregnant yet…mom would kill me…I started sobbing….Ray took me and held me for a second…Ry, it will be okay – this has happened to many times and he would take care of this. So he went and got his girl, apparently he told her bc when they came back, she oh hun, it’s fine – this happened to me last week with Mickey. Ray shot up, Mickey, really? Damn. Anyway, the three of us went upstairs and ray’s girl told abby what to do. I was still crying and Ray told me they were gunna go get the morning after pill for her and then take her back to his girls house – then he punched my arm and said, he was gunna go get some after they got finished with abby. Well Abby collected her things, she didn’t speak to me as we all walked down the stairs…I told ray I was so sorry..he grabbed me and gave me a tight hug, then gave me kiss a little off to the side of my mouth and told me he would take care of it…try and relax – Mickey and Luke will be here…just don’t let Mickey fuck the dog when he was drunk….they all left. Ray must have told mickey bc he came up to me and was little bro, it’s all good…..happens to me all the time. I tell them ho’s opps the rubber broke or opps I forgot to pull out….it’s all good lil bro. I put on a brave face in front of everyone. They all decided to go up to the game room for the rest of the afternoon as they waited for pizza that was ordered. I walked out and sat on the side of the pool. I was still panicking in my head. I can’t be a dad yet…I’m not out of school yet…plus I’m confused with other things. Then all of a sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and it was Luke. I sorta freaked – here I am stressing about knocking up my girlfriend and the fact that I’m having bad thoughts about…with him. I started crying again. Luke sat down beside me and told me that Ray had called him and told him that everything would be fine – but he was going to stay the night over at his girls house. For him, to keep an eye on me and make sure that everyone was out of the house soon…..and also to make sure that Mickey didn’t fuck the dog. Luke gladly excepted saying he would take good care of me…. To be continued……Sorry it’s so long, but I’m trying to get the struggle that some of go through on these journeys

It is all about understanding your own risk vs. reward value system. That system is largely anchored on one side by those of us who accept any risk as part of only having raw sex and on the other, by those who never are exposed to anything during sex. Certainly PReP, as it relates to HIV offers another jumping off point for many guys. But HIV Is not all that is out there, so until your friend can clearly state his own risk reward concept, he might want to consider going full safe. No doubt, those of us who enjoy raw sex talk a great deal about how hot it is and how great it can be not thinking about risk. And many of us, me included have some health issues as a result. As attractive as the sex is, if you play enough, you will likely get burnt by something. Your friend got to the clap quickly. I will never have an issue with a guy who makes an informed decision to go raw. But I do have some concerns for guys who jump in and do not fully understand the risks. Read, learn and be informed, once he does that, he can make a better decision. Perhaps his newly pus filled cock will remind him he has more thinking to do.

i've only been to cumunion in san Francisco, during dore and folsom weekends. might not have been typical but it was always amazing.

i was introduced to sex at age 8. Was with an older boy ( whom i would replace) under the guidance of an adult male friend of my mothers. He waited 6 months or so before he touched me, just to make sure i wasnt going to tell anyone i think. After that it was like i had "Fuck Me" written across my forehead. i got away from him at age 16 and was exclusively with girls, untill 10 years ago when i had a major depressive episode and sought out older men to make myself relive the fear, hurt, humiliation and shame of enjoying the sex as i had as a child. And here i am still depressed, and having sex for the same feelings.

great story so far, hope there is more to cum, love eager young guys

I had my master fill me up with his piss before. But I immediately felt the buzz and that was when I first learned of chem piss. Instantly, my hunger for his chem piss grew and every time we play I beg him to fill my hole up with his chem piss.

Glad to see ya, rawrawraw. Any chance we can get a peek at what Jace has been turned into as Tristan's cumslut?

Go to the Pennine Sauna in Shaw on a Wednesday - lots of barebacking in the darkroom. Best times - 12 pm to 3 pm.

As a total top i need my bf to be a sub faggot. I want someone i can breed anytime i feel the need (at least several times a day), and i want him to take cocks, loads and piss from any other guy i might chose for him. Love letting my bf service all these men and after i got to pound all that seed in his cumsoaked guts Well i don't mind if he's craving for cocks and is seeking for tops on his own, as long as i get to churn this up in his leaking pussy

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...’

Here it is, finally...long, but I hope you all enjoy it. ____________________________________ Chapter 12) “Darr, open your eyes. Honey. Please…” I heard someone begging me in the distance. It was like struggling to reach the surface of the ocean from the bottom of the Mariana Trench, but I forced my eyes to open. Mike was holding me, and he looked intensely relieved. We were still in the Chapel of the Scorpion, or as I liked to think of it now, Daddy Scorpio’s Chamber of Horrors. I was sitting in Mike’s lap – he had swapped his loincloth for jeans and a t-shirt – and I was still wrapped in the black silk sheet. The rest of the frat was still there; Ike, Carlos and McCloskey were having a shouting match with the four professors, something about giving them back their clothes. I started coughing again. “Here, just sip,” Mike said, holding a bottle of water to my mouth. I swallowed some, and managed to get the cough under control. When I spoke, it came out as a hoarse croak. “Did we get the film?” He looked at me as if I was crazy. “Did we?” I asked more insistently. “Well, yeah, but…” “Good,” I said, and leaned against him. Then I started to shiver. “What is it sweetheart?” Mike said anxiously. “I’m cold,” I said trying to hide that I was terrified – I could have died. I held back the tears I could feel pricking my eyes. There was nothing to cry about, I told myself. I was fine, we had the film and everything would be okay. Didn’t matter. One sob escaped from between my lips, and that was it. The proverbial dam broke, and I wept onto Mike’s broad chest. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay, let it out. I hated watching you go through this, I’m so fucking sorry, it’s all my fault.” I pulled back, and put my hand over his mouth, shaking my head. “No,” I rasped. “Don’t say that.” He took my hand in his. “Why not? It’s the truth.” The tears were drying up rapidly now. “Excuse me, but you wanted me to go home. I said no,” I insisted, thumping my chest with my forefinger. “I decided to do this and you saved my life. So we’re even now.” “Even?” he said. “I saved you from that maniac, and now you’ve saved me from aforementioned maniac. That’s even as far as I’m concerned.” He opened his mouth again, and I said, “Quit arguing with me, you know I’m right.” He shook his head, took my face in my hands to wipe the last tears off my cheeks with his thumbs, and said “I think I liked it better when you were crying on my chest.” Then he grinned and kissed me. I leaned into him, and was treated to a chorus of aches and pains from all over my body. And I was still thirsty and realized I was hungry, too. No surprise. “I hate to break up this touching scene,” said a sneering voice, “but there’s the small matter of our clothing and that we’re being held here against our will.” I could see Mike grit his teeth, as he slowly turned to address the Dean of Students. “Shut the fuck up,” he barked at him. “You and your buddies are the last thing I’m concerned about right now.” “Watch your tone, young man. You’re walking on ice so thin you’ll need a life preserver soon. We wouldn’t want your scholarship to be rescinded and your parents informed of your unfortunate lifestyle choices, now would we?” he said with a smirk. “And you wouldn’t want to be exposed as a rapist, would you?” I shot back. “When it’s a little slut like you, who has already been used by multiple men on multiple occasions, you’ll find proving rape rather difficult.” I gasped, outraged. Carlos had joined us, and said “Don’t talk to him like that, or I will shut your mouth for you,” he growled. “You would do well to watch your step, too.” “No, you’d better watch yours,” said Aaron as he reentered the room with a laptop. Aiden was behind him, holding a mug that he brought to me that was filled with chicken noodle soup. I slurped it down hungrily. “Don’t push me, boy,” the Dean of Students snarled. “You’re a nanometer away from being expelled.” “First we’ve got a little film we’d like to show you,” said Mike. “Play it, Aaron.” Aaron set the laptop on the altar and clicked on an icon on its desktop. My screams tore through the room, a bit tinny on the rudimentary laptop speaker, but the picture was crystal clear: the Dean of Students ruthlessly pounding into my ass. His jaw dropped and the blood drained out of his face. He lunged in an attempt to grab the laptop, but Carlos stepped in front of him and stopped him cold in his tracks. “Slow down, man,” Carlos said with a smirk. “You think this is the only copy of the recording? You’re not touching that laptop, but even if you smashed it to bits it wouldn’t matter.” By now the other three honorary members of the frat had joined us, all with varying expressions of panicked disbelief on their faces. “This is illegal,” the Dean of Students blustered. “You can’t record people in this state without consent of all parties.” “I’m sure my dad can find a way around that,” I said confidently. “Your father?” the Dean of Students said sneeringly. “Some cheap ambulance chaser or small-town attorney, no doubt.” “Not quite,” I said as coolly as I could manage given that I wanted to smack him for dismissing my dad. “Ever hear of Kenneth Leibowitz?” The room went still. My father was on the Board of Trustees and a major donor to the University, sponsoring a scholarship fund, offering internships at his law firm and had his name on the newly-opened athletic facilities. “Nice try,” said the Head of Humanities, “did you pick that name off the new building? I imagine he’d send any child of his to a major ivy-league institution.” The Dean of Students looked ill, stormed over to where Daddy Scorpio was lying and began slapping his cheeks, finally rousing him. “You complete idiot,” he screamed. “Do you know who this boy is?” The entire room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Even my friends were staring at me wide-eyed, which was why I hadn’t mentioned my last name. It was bad enough I was in the middle of nowhere; I didn’t want to be known as Ken Leibowitz’ son and have to deal with all the nonsense that would follow. “Wha?” said Daddy Scorpio groggily. “He’s the only child of that shark Ken Leibowitz, and his mother is Miriam Sachs, the investigative reporter, who wrote columns about her struggle to conceive this boy, that were published as a memoir, My Angel, My Miracle.” I could feel my face warm with embarrassment. That damn book, I thought, yet another reason I didn’t want anyone to find out who I was at first. It was humiliating to have everyone know all the details of my conception and birth. “I’m scheduled to have lunch with Darren Leibowitz on Monday, he is who he says he is,” the Dean finished. He turned on Mike, “Why didn’t you bother to find out his surname, you moron!” “He asked, but I never answered,” I interjected. “Dad insisted I come here because if I didn’t it would look like he had no confidence in the school, but I didn’t want to scare off everybody or else have them sucking up to me so they could get an internship or money or whatever.” And I’d wanted Mike to be interested in me for me, not my parents and their connections. By now everyone was standing in a circle around us, looking slightly shocked. “So I’d say that’s it for your cushy academic jobs,” I said, taking pleasure in the increasing discomfort of Daddy Scorpio and his compatriots. “Yeah, but we still got a score to settle,” said Ike, stepping forward. “What do you mean?” said the head of the math department – Larry? “It’s time for you all to get a taste of your own medicine,” Ike snapped. I felt flash of alarm, and said “No, you can’t do that. Then any other legal action…” “Darr, they’re ruined already,” Mike said. “But that’s not good enough. We’ve all been used and abused by these motherfuckers for years before you got here. Watching them hurt you like they did…,” he stopped, unable to talk for a moment as his face twisted with rage and emotion, “while you begged them to stop sealed the deal. For me. For all of us.” “You can’t,” stuttered the head of the English and Humanities Department, backing away as the circle of the frat members tightened. “We’ll see that all of you are expelled before you can take us down. We’re still professors at this university,” he said, managing a faint echo of his earlier haughty demeanor. “I don’t see any professors here. All I see is five virgin pussies,” said Carlos, “four of them negative, and one of them straight.” And then all hell broke loose. Mike pushed me off his lap, gently, before leaping to his feet and yelling “Ave libidinem,” making it sound like a war cry, which was answered collectively by the rest of the fraternity “Fratres, in cupiditate,” and then a roar as they closed in. It seemed to have been planned this out – four each of the frat members took one of the faculty down. I watched as Mike, Carlos, Aiden and Aaron tackled the Coach as he struggled to get away. Ropes were produced; once all five were tied up, two spikes for each were hammered into the altar, and they were dragged, begging and pleading, then tied by their arms to the heavy metal spikes. A cushion was placed under each one’s hips. Once that was finished, everyone shed their clothes. Carlos stood to one side having dick and ass simultaneously licked by Aaron and Aiden. His cock looked to be rock-hard, but his jaw was clenched. He exuded pure anger; I could practically smell it. “We’ll go in order,” said Mike, “Dean of Students, then Chair of Math, Chair of Humanities, Chair of Science and finally Daddy Scorpio. Carlos, you go first. On all of them.” Carlos grinned savagely. “I’ll tear up those pussies and then everyone can take a turn. We’ll have the four negs knocked up good by the time we’re through.” The four professors moaned and pleaded. Daddy Scorpio lay unmoving, seemingly dazed. Carlos knelt over the Dean, who looked terrified, and pointed his huge dick at his face. “See what’s coming?” he said, laughing at his own pun. The other members of the fraternity laughed along with him raucously. “But first you’re going to lick my dick and balls then eat my ass,” he snarled. “And if you got any ideas about biting me, forget them. Or else. Start licking,” he ordered, and pushed his rigid dick against the Dean’s mouth. The Dean turned his head away. “Fine, having it your way,” Carlos said, and turned around, pushing his ass in the old man’s face who had turned his face away again, trying to escape the inevitable. “Ike, hold this guy’s head in place,” Carlos said. Ike got up on the altar, slapped the Dean across the face and then seated himself so that the Dean’s head was between his legs, squeezing his thighs to immobilize his head. His hard dick was pressed against the older man’s head. Carlos sat, and then settled himself on the immobilized head below him. “That’s it, concha, that’s right. Let me hear you sniffing in the scent of that ass. If you’d done as you were told, then you wouldn’t be in this position. Or better yet, if you hadn’t raped too many boys to count, turned a blind eye to the coach doing the same and hurt Darren,” he growled. “Now start kissing my ass.” Carlos groaned with pleasure, meaning his order had been obeyed. “That’s it, old man, kiss that ass or I’ll smother you,” Carlos threatened. “Now lick, let me feel that tongue in my crack. Keep licking till I say to stop,” Carlos demanded. After about five minutes, Carlos stood and said “I’m ready, load him up with a cum cube.” Aaron came with an ice bucket, and took out a cloudy, bullet-shaped piece of ice. “This cube I’m shoving in your ass has positive cum from every guy in the fraternity, all of it with a high viral load,” Aaron said. “We’re going to share the gift. It’s our way of thanking you.” The Dean struggled, but there was little he could do. McCloskey and Aiden each grabbed one of his legs and held him in place while Aaron pushed the cum cube in his asshole. The Dean howled “my sciatica!” It didn’t stop anyone. Carlos knelt in between the Dean’s immobilized legs, and lined his dick up with the butthole in front of him. “Brace yourself, puta,” Carlos sneered, and rammed in his entire dick in one rough stroke, pounding as hard as he could. The Dean was wailing and moaning; the others looked to be in shock. “You’re a disgusting old man,” Carlos said and spat in his face, “but you’ve got a nice cunt there. Not too much muscle on your butt, so all of me is in you, ripping your guts to shreds,” he grunted “working the virus into your blood. Here it comes, I’m gonna shoot my high viral load positive spunk in your virgin, negative hole.” Carlos’ thrusts went crazy, his ass flexing while he fucked as deeply as he could, and then his back was arching and he shouted, “Ave libidinum. One down, four to go.” “My turn,” said Ike, as he took Carlos’ place between the Dean’s legs, rammed himself in and started to bang him mercilessly while the old man groaned and wept. “Carlos is right, this old fart has a nice pussy to bang, really tight, but that won’t be true after tonight,” Ike snarled. Carlos had moved on the chair of the math department, turning his back, kneeling over his face and then sitting down, smothering his face with his ass, while Aaron, with help from Aiden and McCloskey, rammed a cum cube inside of him. “I’m straight,” I heard the guy pleading. “Who the fuck cares,” said Carlos. “It’s your turn to lick some ass, start now or I swear I’ll beat you into a pulp.” Carlos groaned. “Ahh, yeah, that’s a good little straight boy. Eat that gay ass, stick your tongue up inside of me, now just take a nice big sniff,” Carlos said. “I want to hear it and feel it, inhale my man stink deep.” I could hear the chair of math doing as he was ordered. Carlos turned around and rubbed his rigid, blood and cum-coated dick all over the math chair’s face. “I been looking forward to this, fucking straight, negative hole,” he gloated, then took the math chair’s legs over his shoulders and forced his dick inside him while the man screamed in pain. “We’ll make sure you get lots of loads,” Carlos said while he banged him as hard as he could. “Your dick is getting hard, and you’re leaking precum, you pathetic closet case. You’re not going to be straight by the time we finish with your hot little hole. And here it comes, a nice, big, charged load.” Carlos rammed hard against him and roared as he emptied a second load. To my surprise, the chair of the math department was shooting his own load on his chest. Ike shouted at the same time that he was cumming, and reached over and pulled and pinched the Dean’s chest. Then he pulled out. “How do you like it, you fucking slime bag? You fucked Darren while he begged you to go easy, you hurt him. Now it’s your turn.” He pulled out roughly, and I heard the Dean yelp. Then McCloskey took his place. “Turn this one over on his stomach,” I heard Carlos say as he stood over the chair of humanities. “I want to watch my cock tearing up his smooth pussy hole.” Mike and three other guys did the honors, while Carlos stood and stroked his dick. The head of humanities was crying and begging, offering to make sure everyone had a straight “A” average and to set up bogus work-study positions, but it didn’t do any good. He was turned over, and his arms were secured with the rough ropes that had already left burns on his wrists. “Yeah, man, this cock is going to rip open that virgin ass, and work in the positive cum good. You’ll carry my HIV babies forever,” Carlos growled at him as he slowly pushed his dick in. “I’m pushing in just like you did Darren, going real slow to make sure you feel every inch of my cock.” The chair of humanities was shrieking non-stop as Carlos started to fuck him, pulling his dick almost all the way out and ramming it back in as hard as he could. “Nice, smooth pussy hole, guys, this one feels real good around my dick. I might have to fuck him again.” As before his thrusts picked up in speed and his muscular ass was clenching and releasing, finally staying clenched as he buried himself inside the ass he was fucking and moaned loudly. “Hot fuckhole, man,” Carlos said as he smacked the white, hairless butt after he’d yanked his cock out of the humanities chair’s ass. “I need help polishing my English. We could let you keep your job if you ‘tutor’ me whenever I want. But I really want you to go to prison and get your ass reamed out by a jail full of guys. We’ll have broken in your pussy for them, so they won’t need any lube. Ike, he’s all yours.” Carlos moved to the chair of science, knelt over his face and pushed his dick with its pinkish mix of blood and cum against his lips. “Lick me clean,” he demanded. The science chair looked revolted. “Looks like I need to persuade you,” Carlos said, and sat his ass on the man’s face, full weight. He struggled and kicked, while Carlos said “I’m going to smother you a little more, and then when I stop, you start licking or I do it again.” Carlos got up, turned around and pushed his dick against his mouth. “Lick,” Carlos ordered. The chair of the science department complied, reluctantly. “Hey, you got a nice tongue, man. You lick really good, make sure you clean off my entire shaft.” After a few minutes Carlos said, “Good job, now lick my balls.” The head of science hesitated, “Looks like smother time again,” Carlos said with a smirk. “No, no, I’ll do it,” the head of science said, and began to run his tongue over Carlo’s huge balls. “Yeah, yeah, do it. Lick behind my balls now, use that tongue. Keep going, and here it is…lick that asshole. AAAH, yeah. Eat me, lick that jock butthole. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck you like you deserve. And now, sniff that man’s asshole.” Aaron knelt and was about to insert the cum cube, but Carlos said “No, Aaron. This one takes me without lube, just like he made Darren.” Carlos moved back and took the science chair’s legs over his shoulders as the man pleaded with him, but that didn’t stop the inevitable. Carlos shoved his huge dick up the guy’s hole and quoted over his screams “‘I like my boys tight.’ See how it feels you motherfucker, take it like you made Darren take it,” he snarled as he thrust in and out, fucking him hard, not letting up for a minute as the guy under him screamed in pain. “Nice, tight hole, guy, you got a good cunt. Gonna dump my toxic load inside of you, rub it in the walls of your asshole and gut. And then you can have the cum cube before the others fuck you so that you get a lot of the virus in your blood. Then you can deal with getting the meds without your fancy college job.” Aaron was ready with the cum cube, and with help from Ike pushed it in the science chair’s bloody, ruined asshole, gave it a minute to melt, and then Ike was plunging his dick in balls deep in one thrust, brutally raping the science chair’s ass. “Take that big black cock in your cunt,” Ike grunted. “You’ve got a really nice, muscular ass, those cheeks feel real good when I push it inside of you,” he said as he rammed himself in and out. “We’re going to destroy that pussy hole of yours tonight.” Carlos was now standing over Daddy Scorpio. “Hey, coach. Look who’s on top now.” He turned, kneeled and pushed his ass in the man’s face. “Sniff me out real good, just like you made all of us do with you. ‘Inhale the scent of a true man,’” Carlos said imitating the tone Daddy Scorpio used on me (and I guessed all the others). Daddy Scorpio looked completely out of it, his eyes blank, but he seemed to understand the instructions he was given and we heard his noisy inhalation. “Now kiss it, lick it, put your tongue up inside me. Oh, yeah, Daddy Scorpio, you do that real well. Don’t stop, keep on worshipping my ass. You ready for my cock up your hole? Doesn’t matter if you aren’t, you’re taking it, old man.” Aaron pushed a cum cube in Daddy Scorpio’s ass. That seemed to wake him out of his stupor and he began to beg, tried to bargain his way out of his current predicament. “Shut the fuck up,” Carlos said as he took Coach’s legs over his shoulders. “You’re lucky you’re just getting fucked. We should strangle you till you pass out.” He thrust inside Coach’s muscular, hairy ass. “Now this is some good pussy,” he said as he pummeled the tight, hairy hole. “When you scream it just turns me on more. Take it, you stupid bastard. Did you really think you’d get away with this forever?” Carlo’s thrusts sped up and he was whaling on Daddy Scorpio’s ass. “It’s coming, gonna spray my load up your tight cunt,” Carlos gasped as he thrust harder and faster, and then was shouting in Spanish as he froze, and unleashed his load. Everyone took turns – all 10 of the acolytes along with the brothers had fucked each of the five men who lay trussed up on the altar. The air was filled with curses, groans and pleas; the air smelled of sweat and cum. Carlos made good on his promise and fucked the humanities chair twice more, and even fucked another load out of the Math chair, shooting more of his own cum deep inside the formerly straight butt. Mike had watched with a smoldering expression on his face, stroking himself as the others went from one to the other, flooding them with positive cum. Once all the others had finished he said, “Now, each of you will take the Prefect’s load. Don’t say a word, any of you, when I ram my dick in you, not so much as a peep. Or we all fuck you again.” I was stunned as I watched the frat’s fury unleashed. It was wrong, all wrong, but I was turned on, and wanted to join in. “Mike?” I said. “Yeah, sweetheart?” he said as he was poised to fuck the Dean. “Can I have a turn?” The room erupted in cheers.

Will be there taking and giving loads (hopefully taking 100 times the loads I give). Just booked my room at the host hotel. Wanna plan an all-out fuck fest - tops and bottoms fucking everywhere, not just the open door, blindfolded pump and dump in my room.... How many of you would be interested?

Chapter 10 “Ave libidinem,” Daddy Scorpio chanted. He was dressed in his black robe and white loincloth again. I wondered how he’d managed to make his way across campus without attracting attention. Halloween was weeks away, after all. “Fratres, in cupiditate,” the Fraternity responded. I was hoping that it would be the last time I had to hear those stupid phrases. If all went according to plan, we’d have these guys by the short hairs. Then I would call my parents, give them the edited version of the story and sic my dad on this university. They wouldn’t know what hit them, and by the time it was over, I’d make sure that Dad made sure every single guy here was taken care of for life. “Prefect, has the Novice been dealt with appropriately?” asked Daddy Scorpio. I wondered if his speech was always this stilted; I couldn’t imagine his using such flowery locution when he was doing drills with the football team or during a pivotal game. “Deal appropriately with the opposing quarterback” wouldn’t have quite the same ring as “knock their QB on his ass!” “Yes, Father,” Mike answered him. I restrained myself from rolling my eyes and smirking with great difficulty. Truth was without him around the gang bang had been fantastically fun. When the guys were not under observation and trying to prove themselves to this stunted, shriveled excuse for a human being, they let it rip and just enjoyed me and themselves. So I had to be disciplined and not give anything away. We needed that film and I was going to make sure that there was no doubt that I was unwilling to be fucked by these old farts. “Then let us proceed to the Chapel of the Scorpion with our special guests,” Daddy Scorpio said. “Lead us there, Prefect. The rest of you may retire for the evening. You have done well.” The amount of pomp that Daddy Scorpio lavished on committing rape was ridiculous. Now it was Aaron and Aiden who helped me off the now cum-stained velvet throw, and arranged the black silk sheet around me. It called to mind a shroud, and I shivered. I couldn’t give way to fear, though I had to make it look as though I was defeated. A difficult balancing act. Mike led us through the kitchen to an unprepossessing doorway, down a narrow flight of stairs in silence (how on earth had they managed to get me down these steps while I was unconscious?) that opened into a spectacularly cluttered basement. A less than luxe location for the entryway to – what did they call it – oh, yeah, the “Chapel of the Scorpion.” I followed Mike to a tool bench against the far wall, and he grasped the handle of what looked like a rusted, disused shovel that no one in their right mind would bother with, and pulled it towards him. The entire wall including the tool bench swiveled open, and there was another long, narrow staircase. Mike turned on a dim light, and down we went until we were at the bottom, facing a black door that had the scorpion superimposed over what I finally recognized as a bio-hazard symbol painted in gold, echoing my sheet. There was a lock on the door that was operated with a keypad. I couldn’t see what code Mike punched in, but once the doors opened and Mike had flicked on the lights I recognized the space. The altar (what else could I call it) was directly in front of us. I continued to follow Mike and he helped me up on the platform and to shed the sheet, surreptitiously giving my arm a squeeze. Like everyone else, he folded the sheet with great reverence. I had plans for the stupid thing, something along the lines of using it to mop up the floors in the locker rooms. Or better yet, waiting for the next thunderstorm and throwing the sheet in a large mud puddle, then trampling it into the mud. I lay down in the same spot – someone had cleaned it up, the velvet was unstained, wondering where they’d hidden the camera. Maybe they’d managed to conceal it behind one of the tapestries, masquerading as a part of the design? Finally, I got my first good look at my quintet of rapists. All were in street clothes that they were rapidly shedding. One guy looked extremely fit – he had reddish-blond hair and a moderately hairy body. The other two were reasonably in shape, not spectacular. One was dark haired with a scattering of hair on his chest and arms, a smooth back and legs a very a nice butt, moderately hung. The other was very slim, with a narrow face framed by a head of salt-and-pepper hair and a surprisingly large dick, which he had emphasized by trimming his pubes. The fourth was gross. No other word for it. He had a belly that made him look as though he were in his ninth month, a sagging chest, and non-existent hips. I shuddered at the thought of having to be touched by him. The upside is it wouldn’t take much acting for me to appear unwilling. “All is ready, Father,” said Mike, his face a perfect mask, revealing nothing. “Thank you Prefect. Gentleman, honorary Brothers of the Scorpion, welcome. The Novice awaits our attentions. He has been well-used and will serve you however you choose. First is our esteemed Dean of Students.” The gross guy walked towards the velvet altar, a leer on his face. I steeled myself for what was probably going to be an ordeal. He knelt beside me, and ran his hands over my body. “Lovely skin,” he said in a low, rumbling bass. He began pinching my nipples roughly, which made me yelp and pull away. “That’s flesh and blood, you idiot,” I snapped before I could stop myself. Daddy Scorpio registered the scene without surprise. In fact, I could swear I saw a malicious smile flicker across his lips. “Now, now, boy. You wouldn’t want your college education to be over before it started,” he snarled. “I can make your time here pleasant or unpleasant it’s up to you.” Fuming, I lay back down. I was going to enjoy exposing this fucker to the light of day. He touched me again, my skin crawled and I let my revulsion show. I wished I knew where the camera was so I could make sure to play to it. Then again, maybe it was better that I didn’t. I endured his invading hands stoically; he went back to manhandling my nipples and I finally gave a little cry of pain. I heard Mike’s sharply in-drawn breath, and tried to telepathically communicate to him that he had to stay out of it. “You’re hurting me,” I said emphatically. “Yes, boy, I am. Because I can and I like it,” growled the Dean of Students. And his pitiful excuse for a dick was hard a dripping. Upside is I wouldn’t have to do much oral with him it looked like. In fact, I had to do none. He grabbed me, turned me on my side and scissored open my legs, taking my right leg over his shoulder, and then rammed his puny cock in my butt. Surprisingly it hurt. He rammed it in at a bad angle, and I shrieked as he started to thrust in and out of my butt. “It hurts, no, no, stop it,” I screamed, trying to move away. All right, it wasn’t as bad as I made it sound. But no one else would know that for sure unless I told them. My struggles and protests seemed to spur him on, and soon he was burying himself in me, and moaning as he ejaculated inside of me. “You were correct, Coach,” he said as he stood up. “One of the best butts I’ve had in years. I’ll see you next week in my office, Novice.” Don’t count on it, I thought to myself. “Next, the head of mathematics.” The slim man with the salt-and-pepper hair approached me. He knelt over my face, his dick pointing at my mouth, but as I opened it, he moved forward and lowered his ass over my nose. “Inhale,” he demanded. “I want to hear it.” This was well-worn territory as far as I was concerned, so I did as he asked. At least he wasn’t pinching or hurting me. “Deeper,” he said, and let more of his weight settle on my nose. Now I could hardly breathe, and he was less than perfectly clean. I tried to move my head to get some air, but he said “No, no, no, no, no, bad boy. You want to fail your first math class?” I stopped, and counted the nanoseconds until he finally moved his butthole over my mouth. “Lick,” he demanded, and I complied. “Yeah, boy, eat that ass.” He was beating himself off, and I wondered if I was going to get by without being fucked. He groaned with pleasure. “Nice mouth you have. I wish my wife would do this to me, and then I’d be able to fuck her.” “Penetrate our Novice, then,” said Daddy Scorpio. “His ass is better than any woman’s cunt.” “But I’m not gay, I just like having my ass licked,” the lead of the math department protested. “You will not be gay if you fuck the Novice,” said Daddy. “He is merely a hole for you to use, all the more so because your wife refuses to do her duty.” The dark-haired guy, who was jacking himself as he watched us said in a cultured British-sounding accent “Larry, don’t be absurd. There is a long and proud history of men fucking boys. In any household in ancient Rome the head of house was master of all, and everyone, including his children, were available for his sexual pleasure.” The man sitting on my face stopped beating himself off, moved off of my face, and said “Roll over, boy. Spread.” “Please don’t,” I begged. “I’m so sore, already.” “Shut up,” he yelled. “Do it, or else you’ll be in first year math for the next four years.” We were getting great footage. I hoped the damn camera was working. I made a great show of my reluctance, and then he was on me. He pressed his now-engorged dick against my ass, and then plunged the entire thing inside me in one stroke. His balls were up against me, and I felt my ass spasm painfully.” “Ow, you’re hurting me,” I screamed. “No, please don’t, please…” Larry, head of the math department, didn’t stop for a moment. If anything, his thrusts got harder. “You’re right, Ron,” he gasped. “I’ve never fucked anything like this. How do you like being fucked by a straight man?” he asked me. “It’s what you fags all dream about, right? Well your dream is going to come true a lot. You’re going to need special tutoring in basic math with me. One boy’s asshole plus his math professor’s dick equals how many shots of cum up your butt? Here it comes!” He rammed against me and pushed his dick as far inside me as he could. He was big enough that I could actually count the pulsations of his dick, nine of them. Then he collapsed on top of, knocking the wind out of my lungs. He kept thrusting in and out for a little longer, then stopped. He pulled out. Two down, three to go. “Roll over,” the man with the cultured accent said. I slowly complied, finally beginning to feel fatigued. He knelt over my face, and brought his dick to my lips. He turned out to be a grower rather than a shower; his dick was considerably larger than I thought at first glance. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. I did as the man asked. “No teeth, boy,” he said, and began to pump in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep breathing, but started choking on his dick. “Too big for you? The let’s try this,” he said, and pulled his dick out of my mouth, then pushed his balls against my lips. “Lick them, lick those goolies,” he said. I’d never heard the word, but worked out from the context what he meant and began to use my tongue on his nuts. “Very nice,” he said. “Lick behind them,” he said in that distinguished sounding British accent. Shakespeare and Milton must be rolling over in their graves. “Don’t stop,” he said, moving his butt forward and settling it on my mouth. His butt was entirely smooth, no hair at all. I licked him, and he settled onto my mouth. “That’s it, boy, that’s it. Lick me, eat my arse. Taste good?” He pulled back, and then took my legs over his shoulders. “Please, no,” I moaned, not having to act much. I felt sore all over. I tried to pull away. “Come now, is this the way to start your college career, being placed in remedial English? Won’t that look wonderful on your academic records, especially if you were to fail.” I stopped struggling, and he entered slowly, prolonging the agony. It burned, my hole felt raw. I whimpered, and felt tears stinging my eyes, then running down my temples onto the velvet underneath me. I started to cry. “My dick will make it feel better. And if it doesn’t?” he said with a malicious smile. “Oh, well. My pleasure is what’s important, and you need to guarantee it if you’re to have a chance at all of ever completing a degree.” He pushed all the way in; I continued to weep, sobbing for the camera. And for real. It was too much, I wanted it to be over, to be back in Mike’s room safely cuddled up with him in bed. I bet Aaron and Aiden would know what to do to ease the pain…maybe a warm bath? Some Advil… My thoughts were wandering, getting disorganized. The only thing that was keeping me from passing out from exhaustion was the pain as he pumped his cock in my ass. “Sweet little bum, you’ve got there boy. One of the best I’ve had in a long time, and I’ve fucked many a student in return for a passing grade, even when they were actually straight-A students. Being head of a department has many advantages, especially the constant supply of sweet little freshman boy bums to fuck.” His breathing was getting ragged, and his thrusts picked up speed, and then he gave an inarticulate cry and froze, his back arched. “There it is, chuffing my muck in your arsehole,” he moaned. “You’ll definitely need weekly tutoring. Perhaps more often,” he said as he pulled out. My legs more or less fell to the floor as he backed away. I turned onto my right side (the side I always sleep on) and curled into a semi-fetal position. The fourth horseman – head of the science department by process of elimination – came up behind me. He touched my shoulder, and I braced myself for the next assault. He planted a kiss where he’d just touched and I shivered. Then he curled up behind me, and started kissing my neck the way Mike and Carlos and Ike had. I began to uncurl and press back against him, and then realized how it would play on camera. I had to make it look as if he was as unwelcome as the three clods that had just finished abusing me. It didn’t matter if he actually knew – and cared about – how to make love. He was one of the enemy! I pulled away, which was harder to do than I wanted to admit, and flopped on my stomach. “Please no more,” I said. “I’m exhausted.” “That’s because they don’t know how to make love to a beautiful boy like you properly,” he said as he lay on top of me, and started to kiss the back of my neck. It took a lot of will power not to melt and welcome him. The physical pain wasn’t anything compared to the complete lack of tenderness that the other three had shown. “Just because you coddle the little sluts doesn’t mean we have to,” said the Dean of Students disdainfully. “Jealous, Gerald?” he inquired. “Some of us take care of ourselves, and know how to take care of a treasure like this one.” He began to kiss my ears, and I couldn’t hold back the little moan. “Your skin is like silk,” he murmured, his lips caressing the sensitive flesh. “And your ears are like delicate seashells, gorgeous and fragile.” Another moan slipped out of my mouth. This guy was going to ruin everything! He turned me over, and covered my mouth with his. He’d taken the trouble to brush his teeth or use mouthwash, his breath was fresh. After licking two assholes – literally and figuratively – I couldn’t imagine that my mouth was exactly a garden of earthly delights. His hands were stroking my chest, soothing the hurts that the Dean of Students had inflicted. He followed that with his mouth, gently and delicately using his tongue. I summoned up the rage that I felt at being used like a toy and on behalf of all my new friends who’d been similarly treated. It was the only way that my legs didn’t part of their own accord so that he could push inside of me. I had to keep saying no, and hope that the moans would look more like protests than surrender. “Which part of ‘no’ is hard to understand?” I gasped. “You might being saying no, but your dick is saying yes,” he said with amusement. Fuck, he was right. I was hard. He kissed his way down my torso, past my navel, nuzzling my hips until his mouth closed over my dick. I began to leak pre-cum as his head bobbed up and down. Even though the last three fucks hadn’t been optimal, they’d been massaging my prostate, and it wasn’t going to take much for me to cum. He pulled his mouth off of me just prior to the point of no return. I couldn’t decide if I was frustrated or relieved. His mouth moved to my balls, then he licked in the crease of my right thigh and my knees started to bend. Then he licked the crease of left thigh and my legs were bent up to my chest as he fastened his mouth on my asshole and began to literally suck the semen from inside of me. My back arched, and my eyes met Mike’s; he gave a slight nod, which I took as permission to let this man make love to me. He took my legs over his shoulders and pressed his erect cock against me, and I realized that he’d effectively removed most of the lube. The creep was going to fuck me dry, that was the point of all this kissing and caressing. He was actually the worst of the bunch. The others were open about it; he was just a liar. He began to push in; at first I gritted my teeth and then thought what am I doing? I screamed with the pain of his unlubed dick being pushed inside of me. There was likely more up inside of me – I’d been fucked for hours before this – but the entry was going to be hell. And I would make sure that was known. “You fucking prick!” I screamed at him, and spat in his face. “I like my boys tight,” he growled, and then rammed himself in past all resistance. I thought I was going to pass out. “Take it, you know you want it. You want to be used by a real man, not these dried-up husks or the little boys in the frat.” “You’re not half the man of any of them,” I shouted at him. “We’ll see about that,” he said, and he began to fuck me, taking long strokes – pulling almost all the way out and then shoving himself back in. Again, and again; screams tore out of my throat until I was hoarse. Just at the moment where I honestly thought I was going to split open for real, his thrusts sped up, and he pushed all the way in and bellowed. He was gasping for breath as if he’d finished running a marathon. Once his breathing had slowed, he pulled himself out none too carefully. “Definitely three sessions a week. Don’t come lubed, or you’ll lose half a grade.” All four had finished with me. Daddy Scorpio was up next…with that horrifying piece of hardware he wore on his cock. Oh, God.

PART 15 Just as the unknown man did, Eric rammed his 9 1/2 inch dick into Joel's ass and fucked him hard. Jammes watched delighted with his protégé's ability. Eric was one of Jammes' first trainees soon after receiving his HIV diagnosis. Jammes had not reacted when he heard the news. He was at peace with himself and had accepted the fact that his decision never to use a condom when fucking put him at risk. He had mentally gone through arguments of pro and con and followed that by doing the same but listing every argument on paper. He had not agonized over the decision but came to it by rational search of himself. He finally decided to accept the risk and began fucking in earnest. The only change that came over him was upon receiving that HIV diagnosis Jammes dedicated himself to finding white men whom he felt deserved a change of status. White men such as Joel. Later still Jammes had found a market of men who sought out infected men such as he was. Chasers was what they were called. Jammes filled that market as well arranging several parties for white men who begged to be infected. He had been very careful about where the parties were held, screening carefully who was invited, and most of all making sure that nothing could be traced back to him. Still, it was married white men on the down low that Jammes really got a joy out of converting. And, this married white man was a surprise for him almost all night long. Eric was now pounding Joel's ass hard jarring him intensely. Just a few more inward slams would be all that would be required to send Eric's dick into a spewing fountain of contamination and biohazard eruption. The precipice was reached and Eric raced over the edge of the cliff just as his poisonous white globules of semen splattered inside Joel. Eric filled the ass in front of him with burst after burst of sticky thick wads of swimming infection mixing with the remainder of the two previous cum loads. Eric wiped his face with his hands removing a large portion of the sweat that had percolated there as his dick began to slow its tainted delivery. Slowly, Eric's dick began to slip from Joel's ass until it reached the point where gravity and weight pulled the remainder out allowing a large outflow of cum which splattered onto the floor. Joel immediately rose up off the sling, turned, and slid down on his knees taking the glistening soggy dick into his mouth. He washed and worshipped the means of delivery of another load of cum. He fell totally in lust with this dick, too. Eric pulled his dick out of Joel's mouth, nodded to Jammes, and walked out smiling. He needed a break. Jammes returned Joel to the sling, pulled his upturned box seat behind Joel, sat down, and slowly inserted the brush that once before he had used. Two toxic loads of cum had gone in this white man's ass. They needed access and access they would have. Jammes went about his business as if he were doing any kind of mundane job. For Jammes, this was a simple requirement or mundane job. This procedure he was performing was as much of a requirement as a clip of bullets were to a marine in combat. The brush and the bullets were both required and had to be deployed to be effective.

PART 14 Jammes slowly began fucking Joel in his slow piston in and out. Joel released his cheeks moving his hands to the opposite side of the sling where he grabbed the lower part of the chains to steady himself. Jammes continued his in and out knowing that this was not a fuck but merely an advertisement for men to watch and for him to offer his new toy's ass for them to fuck and unload their own cum. Jammes would seed Joel again later many more times. After a good crowd had assembled, Jammes pulled his dick out of Joel's hole. He turned full frontal view to the men and said, "Anyone interested in putting another toxic load in this man's ass?" Several men looked around the assembled men with one finally stepping forward and into the room. He took Jammes' position when Jammes stepped away. "He enjoys being slammed into balls deep. Pump his hole as hard as you want; he will not complain. And, be sure to shoot that poisonous load of yours as far inside of him as you can," Jammes directed the man. The man buried his hard cut 8-inch dick inside Joel and began to fuck. Jammes quietly encouraged the man tweaking his nipples lightly and running his hands over his sides and stomach. He made his comments varied and became more descriptive and vulgar as the unknown man plowed into Joel's ass. His fucking tempo increased as well as the hardness of the thrusts. The chains had begun to rattle with greater volume. Joel maintained his position groaning his consent and elation of having his ass worked over by this stranger whom Jammes had allowed. His brain was stimulated by the texture of skin-against-skin contact that his ass was sending to it. His brain demanded more as the stranger banged deeply inside his ass. "UHHHHMMMMMMM!" Joel heard behind him as the stranger in his ass shoved deep into him and held his dick inside. Joel felt a pulsing as the man unloaded his ball juices. "OHHHHHH!" Joel moaned out just after his ass began filling with cum. Both men felt great for different reasons. When the stranger had pulled out of Joel's ass, Jammes had taken him by his shoulders and pulled him off the sling. "You always suck and clean every dick that fucks you," Jammes said quietly to Joel teaching him what was expected. Joel without thinking obeyed. "You did well," Jammes praised Joel. "Next time you will not be reminded of your duty for it is your duty." Joel looked at Jammes and nodded his consent. Jammes put Joel back across the sling, turned to the crowded hallway, and called another man--Eric--by name. He entered the room and Jammes gave a nod of his head toward Joel. This man had watched Jammes degrade and train white men before. Eric knew why he had been invited. His viral load was well over 250,000 and had been for almost four months now. He was a stalker who Jammes knew and used for these training sessions.

PART 10 Jammes stepped closer to Joel grasping a chain hung from the ceiling as he began to stroke his half inflated uncut fat 10-inch dick that specialized in wrecking and pozzing holes that belonged to white men. He especially enjoyed making a toy out of married white men like this and getting them so hooked on black dick that nothing else offered any satisfaction at all. This one though had touched him with his skill of sucking his dick. He had been so compliant and willing all night long. Jammes had been thinking about all that as the night passed. And, now, Jammes had so easily talked this one into a self-imposed gag. He was going to enjoy filling this one. He grabbed both white cheeks and pulled them open lowering his eyes only when he had finished exposing Joel's now loosened pucker hole. The tip of his dick moved gently forward finally finding its bull's eye mark. Jammes pushed forward increasing the pressure on the opening. His hands released the cheeks and reached up to Joel's waist grasping it firmly. Two pairs of eyes looked at the other with one knowing what pain there was going to be and the other pair in equal determination to accept this Sequoia-sized mammoth dick that he had so come to adore when he was sucking it. Jammes while gripping harder the waist in his hands plunged forward in one determined explosive action sending the head of his dick into this willing hole peeling back the great hood that covered the end. Joel no longer having the full benefit of the meth that had been blown into him earlier felt the brutal assault that instantly spread his sphincter muscle to a 7-inch circumference opening. The pain exploded inside him. He grit his teeth and screwed up his face into an unbelievable contorted display of utter agony. The scream that bellowed up from his lungs held inside his throat. His body went rigid. His head spun violently as if in a tornado but Joel was determined and had decided this was what was missing all his life. He would never return to Utah. Jammes smiled and repeated his dry invasion of this white man's ass. Joel's face remained contorted and repressed another scream as the result of another two inches of Jammes went into the hole. A third vicious assault added another two inches or so with Joel responding in the same way. For the fourth time, Jammes sent his now almost fully inflated and excited dick into the ass of Joel causing the same pain only deeper still. Jammes took a deep breath and let it out slowly. As he finished his exhale and with the most savage attack so far, Joel felt Jammes slam the last two inches inside him slapping his crotch area into Joel's cheeks and held himself there as Joel finished off his agonizing cries of consent and acceptance. Jammes held himself in check until Joel calmed himself and made peace with what he was now feeling. The screams in his throat lessened in a couple of minutes but still the pain was almost unbearable. Joel was determined. He tightened down on his sphincter as he choked off his throat shutting down his screams. He opened his eyes looking at Jammes and shook his head yes.

One of the best !!

Sleeping in a bed with two other guys takes some getting used to. There's always someone shifting around, making skin-to-skin contact with someone else’s body part. I can totally get used to this. A short nap was a perfect way to recharge after an amazing fuck session. Brad opened his eyes, looked over at me and give me a smile. "Hey sexy!" he whispered softly. Justin then draped his arm over me and said to Brad, "You talkin' to me?" I said, "No, he's talking to the sexy one, which is me!" And that’s what started the pillow fight. Like a bunch of six-year olds, the wrestling and pillow punches commenced. And in case you're wondering, I defended myself well, considering I had a buttplug up my ass holding in a couple loads of poz cum. Now that's talent! I think Brad was the first one pushed off the bed, the he recovered his lost yardage and pushed Justin and then me off. After we returned the bedroom to some semblance of order, I said, "Let's get cleaned up. We stink." Luckily for us, the shower we have is a good size, and perfect for three guys. Once the water temperature was set, we got in and took turns rinsing off before soaping up. I looked at the guys and said, "I gotta take out the butt plug. Who wants to do the honors?" Justin said, "We'll both do it." They had me back away from the showerhead and had me lean over to give them more access to my butt. They both started feeling my ass cheeks, massaging my glutes then circling around to my asslips holding in the buttplug. These guys were in no hurry to get to the task at hand, and I was totally OK with the affection being shown my hole. But all good things come to an end. I felt them slowly ease out the buttplug, which I appreciated. My hole was wrecked from the recent fucking, so the extra care was perfect. It was finally eased out and I felt cum oozing out of my hole and onto the shower floor, with a little blood. Justin said, "Go ahead, push it out." Brad put his fingers around my hole while I pushed out. "Yeah," Brad said, "Push your hole out." Justin said, "Now that's a sexy rosebud! A little small, but we can grow it bigger." Brad replied, "I think that's an excellent goal for the three of us." They then had me stand up and put me in the middle of their man sandwich. Brad took the soap and started lathering up the front of my body. He then handed it to Justin so he could soap my back. Brad paid special attention to my cock and balls, and Justin reached around and massaged my pecs. My job was to try to avoid melting into a puddle. Their hands were all over my body, and I couldn't wait to return the favor. I said, "I gotta piss." I relaxed and started my flow. Brad directed the flow over his front, and then knelt in front of me to let my stream flow to soak him down. Before I was done, he wrapped his lips around my cock head and drank down a gulp. What a fucking erotic feeling, pissing while having your boyfriend drink your piss. He then stood up and faced Justin. Justin knew exactly what this was about. Justin reached up and tugged at the back of Brad's head and deeply kissed him. They finished with a hug, and then took a second to enjoy the moment. Brad said, "I want you guys to take my piss." Justin and I took our place on our hands and knees and shared Brad's piss. He directed the flow onto our faces and then directed it into both of our mouths, giving each of us a turn and sucking the piss out of his cock. Lastly, it was Justin's turn to feed us his piss. Brad and I took turns to enjoy his bladder full of piss. Feeling his pierced cock in my mouth was different this time. I've been focused in the past on trying to get his load of cum. This time, feeling his pierced ring on my tongue, waiting for his piss flow felt different. In a really good way. This wasn't the typical cheesy porn video scene. This was three guys affectionately sharing piss, just as they shared cum ... enjoying the erotic males energy and erasing the taboo nature of sharing our fluids. Justin took the center next, and I got to soap his front. I ran my hands up and down his muscled abs and his pecs. His hard work at the gym has paid off nicely. I gave his pierced nipples some love as well. They look really sexy on him, and gives him a certain "bad boy" aura. He reached over to my chest and while slightly tweaking my nips said, "You know you need to get these pierced, don't you?" I hadn't really thought about it before. "Yeah," I replied, "that would be hot. What do you think, Brad?" Justin smiled, "I can tell you what he thinks. I said that and I felt his cock get hard." Brad started laughing and said, "Yeah, busted." I looked at Justin and said, "I think the three of us should match. Brad needs to be pierced too." *boing* Well, at that point we did match. We are all standing with rock hard cocks at that thought. Brad smiled and said, "Sounds like the tribe has spoken!" Doing our best to stay on focus, we switched up and put Brad in the center for his scrub down. I took his back, and enjoyed the feeling of his muscled back, butt and legs. I will admit to sliding a finger up his hole while I was back there, but to be honest, each of us did that to each other. We've broken the need for permission, and accepted the shared responsibility to give ourselves to each other in every way. Mustering up every ounce of adult fortitude our our bodies (it could have been a six-hour experience), we got out of the shower and toweled off. "If we're going to get pierced, next we'll have to figure our our tattoo design." I said. Brad smiled at that idea, as did Justin. Justin asked, “What kinda tattoo do you want?" I said, "Something that celebrates our relationship." Brad asked with a grin, "What, a biohazard tattoo?" Justin smiled, "Over my dead body. He has to earn it first." Brad agreed and said, "We can get ours and if he's lucky he'll earn his." Brad said, "I know a really talented tattoo guy in Chicago who is hot as fuck. He's poz and has a biohazard tattoo design that totally rocks. His is above his cock, and after he pozzed his boyfriend, he put a biohazard tat on his boyfriend's hip." We put on shorts and went into the living room. Justin said, "The idea of getting a biohazard is pretty hot. The three of us with matching designs ... if we could agree on a design..." Brad nodded his head and said, "I like where this is going." "Actually," I said, "Let's hold that thought. I wanted to talk with you guys about me converting. What do you think about me going on PEP?" Justin moved next to me and said, "I thought you wanted to convert. What's going through your head?" I said, "My company is being purchased and potential health insurance drama is making me think getting pozzed right now might not be the right time, from a financial point of view. And PEP isn't guaranteed. The loads I've taken might be really strong. If it's meant to be, together we can work through my conversion." Brad moved closer and said, "Rik has a good point. I'm undetectable now and you will probably be soon. We can continue loving him and breeding him. I think that's what we all want." Nodding my head in agreement, I said, "Oh god yes. And here's my agreement I'm willing to make, if the PEP works and I go on PrEP, we can later on talk about the three of us going off our meds together at the same time. If the PEP doesn't work and I convert, we can talk about whether to take meds or not." Realizing I just put the offer of my seroconversion back on the table for a later time, Justin said looking at Brad, "He has a point there. Right now, if he converts it's probably my virus that pozzes him. It's not you. I like the idea of giving each of us a fighting chance to be his gifter." He didn't even need to say what he just said, as the three of us were all showing boners through our shorts. I had a wet spot and Justin's cock was starting to worm out of his shorts. Brad added with a smile, "Yeah, give my poz swimmer's a chance to do the deed along with yours. I'm cool with that." I reached over to both of them and give them a kiss. "I love you guys so much. Thanks for being open to this." Brad said with a wink, "Absolutely, stud. And don't be a bad boy, because if you are, Justin or I might play "Hide the PEP!" Justin got a big grin and said, "I like the way you think!" I replied, "Fucking perverts!" and give Brad a push ... And once again, the fight was on. Wrestling on the living room floor like a bunch of hyenas, bear hugs, nipple tweaks and crotch grabbing between the three of us ... laughing the whole time. What a bunch of goofballs. At that point we were all starved, and I needed to get hold of Shawn to get my PEP script. We called for something to be delivered, and then I texted Shawn. Me: Shawn - got a sec? Rik Shawn: Hey stud! What's up? Me: Any chance we can meet up with your script pad? Shawn: Was wondering what you guys would do. Shawn: Yeah, I can stop over in about an hour. Me: Thanks! Really appreciate it. I told the guys Shawn would be over later, and we each took a break to check e-mail, read some web stuff and clean up the place a little bit. It wasn't long after we finished the take-out that Shawn was at the door. He was dressed in shorts and a tank top looking like a million bucks. Such a hot, sexy man who wears the effects of his HIV infection well. Sure he works out his body, but the best part is how his veins pop. So fucking hot. I had never seen his legs before, and all I wanted to do was lick them all the way up and down. Since was the first time I've seen him in shorts, it's the first I've seen of his tattoo. Just a little bit was poking out under his shorts. Hard to tell the design, it looked a little tribal, with red/black ink. "Hey there! Come on in." I said. Shawn took a couple steps inside and asked jokingly, "Don't you guys own a shirt? You're never dressed when I come over." I said, "Because we're always fucking!" Justin walked over to give him a hug and replied, "Rik has a point. Why get dressed when we're just going to get naked and fuck." Shawn laughed and said, "You're still a slut, huh?" Justin replied, "You taught me well." Brad interrupted and extended his hand to shake Shawn's. Shawn pushed his hand out of the way and gave him a hug. He said, "I think we can dispense with the formalities at this point." Each of us took a seat in the living room. Shawn asked, "So I guess you guys decided to put Rik on PEP huh?" Brad said, "Yeah, we think that makes sense right now." Justin said, "If we all change our minds together, we can stop the PEP." Shawn looked at each of us and said, "Like I said before, I'm happy to help out whichever way the decision went. Good for you guys for making the tough call." Shawn looked over to me, smiled and said, "If the decision went the other way, I would have asked you more but in this instance I'm comfortable moving ahead with the decision you guys made without much more discussion. I'm sure you know a little about PEP, right?" I replied, "I don't know much other than I take it for 28 days." Shawn said, "Pretty much. I'll write the script for three meds. You'll take them for the 28 days, and then you can come in to see how it did. Simple stuff." He pulled his pad out of the back pocket of his shorts and started writing. I replied, "Sounds easy." He said, "I'm not going to lie to you. Quite honestly, it's fucking nasty. A lot of guys get gastro distress. It is was it is." He then stood up and handed the script to me and said, "If you need anything, be sure to let me know. I care about you. Always have." After a couple seconds of us gazing at each other, he said with a wink, "And once you go on PrEP you still want me to breed your hole, all you guys have to do is ask." I reached over and gave him a hug and a kiss. I said, "Fuck, that would be amazing. I'd love to feel you inside me." Shawn pulled back and said, "I was really hoping you were going to text me to shoot some of my toxic cum to poz you up. If you ever get the itch, once you're on PrEP, I'd love to fuck your hole." I looked down at the bulge in his shorts and the expanding wet spot. My shorts were just as stretched as his. I looked over to Brad and his hand was already in his shorts, playing with his cock. Justin said, "This is smokin' hot. I think you should take his load." Brad agreed saying, "I think so too. But it's up to you." Shawn said, "I have six pills ... two PEP doses with me. I was going to give you them anyway. Rik, say the word and I'll walk out the door - no harm, no foul." With all the hard cocks that were oozing poz precum, there was no fucking way I was going to turn down Shawn's offer. I said, "Yeah, I want your load. We'll roll the dice with the PEP. Let's go in the bedroom." Brad said, "Justin and I will give you guys some space." Shawn looked over and said, "I'd rather you guys be there, if you don't mind. This is about the three of you, not just Rik's infection." Brad said, "Let's get it done." In the bedroom, Shawn pulled off his tank top and took off his shorts. On his hot ripped body, he had a biohazard tattoo circling his navel and a scorpion on his pec. The scorpion's stinger was designed to pinch his nipple shaft. So fucking hot. His 8" uncut cock was hugging his navel, and there was a slick trail of poz precum. I wasn't prepared for how veiny he is. I pulled my shorts off, and saw the other two were naked as well, standing off to the side. With my finger I traced some of the veins on his arms, then down to the ones on his thighs and legs. I got on my knees and I had to lick his veins, they were so sexy. I couldn't help it. "Your body is so hot. Not all poz guys are as veiny. How did you get your veins like this?" Shawn explained, "Back in the day, the only AIDS medication was AZT. It wasn't worth shit, but it caused wasting. And that made the veins of poz guys stick out. It's no longer prescribed, but I got hold of a supply and I take it to honor the sick wasted guys back then." His precum was dripping off his cock as I was paying homage to his sexy veiny body. I moved from licking his biohazard tattoo to take his toxic dripping cock into my mouth. Precum is pretty awesome stuff, but knowing how virulent this breeder is made it so much hotter. "I'm not here to get a blowjob. Lie down on the bed, Rik". Shawn said. I took my place on one side of the bed, in case the other two wanted to fuck alongside of us. Shawn crawled on top of me and gave me soft, tender kisses on my lips and neck. I was in heaven, feeling his body on top of mine. After a little while of his affection, he used his muscled veiny thighs to move my legs apart. He hiked my legs to his shoulders and I felt his slippery cock against my hole. Shawn didn't push in right away. He rubbed his cock up and down my asslips, spreading his charged precum along his entry point. It was one of the most erotic feelings I've ever experienced. His precum was flowing out of his cock. With my fingers, I traced his biohazard tattoo and whispered, "I want one of these." He said softly while looking in my eyes, "Believe me. The first step towards poz acceptance is being able to say the words and marking yourself. Create your brand and don't run away from it." While he's talking to me, I feel his infected precum being spread on my parting asslips. He looked in my eyes and said, "You good with this? Let me know now." I said, "I want your virus in me." Shawn looked over to Brad and Justin. "You guys good with me infecting your boyfriend?" They both nodded to grant our consent. Shawn then proceeded to apply a little pressure to my hole, his charged precum having easily lubed up my ass for him. I relaxed my hole and felt his cock slowly slide inside me. My cock was hard as a rock, erect flat against my pubes, drooling like crazy. Once I felt his pubes against my hole, he started a slow, sensual fucking. I've never wanted poz cum so much before. While still fucking me slowly, he moved down to kiss me softly. . He moved his lips next to my ear and said softly, "I love that you want my disease. Know that I have infected many men, and that many toxic men have shared their infection with me. You know that, right?" I looked deep into his eyes and nodded yes. All the while his cock is gently stroking in and out of my ass ring. Opening my hole to accept his loving but toxic fuck. He continued, "You know now that my cock is inside you and I'm not pulling out until I spill my toxic seed, right?" I nodded yes. Shawn whispered, "I didn't hear you. Tell me." I said quietly, "Fuck me Shawn, give me your AIDS!" Shawn looked over to Justin and Brad who were watching intently while stroking their cocks. He gave them a nod. Without saying a thing, they both understood what was going on. I put my hands on Shawn's wasted ass to pull him closer into me. Shawn's chest and then face started to become flush with blood. I could feel his ass muscles, his abs and then his chest tighten up. He brought his lips next to my ear and started to pick up the pace of his fuck strokes. "I'm getting close, stud. I feel my load building up in my balls ... oh fuck Rik ..." He drew a big breath in and then forcefully exhaled. His eyes closed and he gasped, "Take my infection! Fuck... I'm pozzing you right now!" . There wasn't one of those fucks you watch on porn with hips slapping loudly against ass cheeks. This was a romantic loving breeding of neg hole by a hot charged poz breeder. He continued his fuck strokes and I could feel his cock unloading his charged load inside me. Shawn moved back so he could get longer strokes inside me. This was more than I could handle. Without touching my cock, I shot several volleys of cum onto my abs and towards my nipples. "Oh fuck me" is all I could say. At that point Brad and Justin crawled onto the bed and positioned themselves into a 69 position next to Shawn and I. It was readily apparent they were full of sexual energy from what they just saw, and their cocks were in need of release. There was no embarrassment or ego involved. There was a real physical need to ejaculate. They quickly took each other's cocks and started sucking each other off at the same time. Here I am with a virulent unmedicated poz cock in my hole, getting bred by one of the hottest guys, and my boyfriends who just watched me take a load that just might convert me to be poz are driven to the point they're sucking each other off next to me. I'm not sure how this gets any hotter. In short order, I can hear Brad and Justin both making sounds that any man with working balls understands. Their muffled moans were unmistakable. It didn't take a genius to know they were both shooting poz loads into each other. How fucking hot is that? Shawn left his cock inside me while Justin and Brad untangled and stretched out on the bed next to us. Shawn said, "Now that was fucking hot!" Brad said, "You're not kidding. Holy fuck!" Justin said to me, "Congratulations. We now share my breeder's DNA. He pozzed me in the very same way. Now you know why he's one of the most important guys in my life." I said, "This is amazing. Thank you." With that, Shawn's cock slowly slid out of my hole, and he let my legs relax. he looked at me and said, "Wait right there. Don't move." He got off the bed, stretched his legs to get the blood flowing again. The reached down into the pocket of his shorts. He stood next to the bed and put three PEP pills in the puddle of cum on my abs. He bent down, kissed me, and said, "I hope you get whatever you wish." He put three pills on the nightstand, my dose for tomorrow. Grabbing his clothes, he went over and gave a kiss to Brad and Justin as well. Justin smiled and said, "Thank you so much." Brad added, "Yeah, Shawn. That was amazing." Shawn smiled and said, "Yes, it was. Hate to shoot and scoot, but I gotta run." And with that, he left the bedroom to get dressed, and then left.

Love going to the baths and getting fucked my anyone while a group watches and hopefully takes their turns.

Fuckin hot stories bro ! I also luv gettin fucked in the open in the view of any/all studs so they can line up to abuse me cum n piss hungry hole (_0_)

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This is the first story for me, and to a certain paragraph it is directly as it happened. I had a hard on the whole time I wrote it ... I hope you enjoy.

Tad and Willie lay side by side on their backs upon the floor too exhausted by their gang rapes to move. Willie's eyes were closed and his face was coated with patches of dried semen and flecks of blood from his many small facial wounds. The fair skin of his lean body was marred by bruises and scratches, welts and the cum of several dozen rapes. His prick was rubbed raw by hours of rough masturbation which left it as swollen as his bruised testicles. As he lay unmoving and barely breathing, he moaned constantly in a low drone of pain. Tad was not nearly in such bad condition as Wolf had protected him from the more viscous attacks perpetrated on Willie's teenage flesh. Tad's lips were swollen from sucking dozens of hard pricks and his face was smeared with the cum they had produced. But he had few cuts and just a little bruising from the few slaps he had received to remind him of his place. His body too contained the traces of dozens of ejaculations but he bore little evidence of physical abuse beyond his swollen nipples and the bruise on his balls from Wolf's cruel punch. Wolf had not allowed Tad to be masturbated or his balls to be beaten or anything larger than a his own prick to be shoved into Tad's ass. He had been treated kindly compared to battered Willie and he ought to be grateful for Wolf's kind attentions. But Tad was not grateful because he had a fear that Wolf was only saving him for something worse. Tad's head was swimming from the pain in his body and his mind. He felt as if the table were turning slowly beneath him like a children's carousel. As he drifted from cruel consciousness to the kindness of sleep, he heard two distant voices which he recognized as if through a fog. "What do we do with the fuckers now, Wolf, off em?" Piston's voice was a conspiratorial whisper. "Naw, we'll take the cocksuckers to the dungeon where we can really have some fucking fun," Wolf's replied sotto voce. "Fucking for fun and profit," Piston laughed softly. "You bet! These shits will be fucking money makers," Wolf replied in a dark whisper. Tad heard no more. He joined Willie in the kingdom of blissful oblivion. For a few hours he would not have to worry about what Wolf's dark words meant. as I said I hope you enjoyed!

Now Tad braced himself for the worst as Wolf moved behind him and took his position between Tad's legs. Piston, Hog and Bull had managed to stretch Tad's puckered anus into an open hole into which the blunt tip of Wolf's fist sized cock head fit comfortably. Using the cum and detritus oozing from Tad's abused ass hole as his only lubrication, Wolf mounted the teenager in a single man killing thrust. Tad screamed and fell forward on his arms with his head to the floor and screamed until there was no air in his lungs. With no throat raping prick to distract him, Tad's full attention was focused on the agony in his guts. If Piston was a red hot baseball bat, then Wolf was a volcanic telephone pole. Tad's puckered asshole stretched to a taut smooth ring, while his aching rectum tore as Wolf's monster filled the ravaged tunnel beyond capacity. Wolf withdrew his monster until only its head was inside Tad's back door and laughed when he saw that the shaft was streaked with fresh blood. "Told you I'd make you fucking bleed," he gloated as he slapped Tad on his firm round buttocks. Wolf plowed Tad's buttocks with slow deliberate strokes, while the tortured teenager screamed and beat the floor with his fists. Wolf had to do nothing special to cause Tad agony. The mere size of his prick was enough to make Tad scream. Wolf did not grunt or pant or moan but did his damage to Tad's gut in a workmanlike manner with only a quiet snarl curling his lips. When at last he reached orgasm there was no scream or howl, Wolf just held himself perfectly still while his balls pumped his cum into the boy's bleeding guts. His cum seemed to last for several minutes before his large testicles were drained. After his last ejaculation, he gave Tad three of for more thrusts with his softening penis before withdrawing from the boy. "That's a fuck you won't forget," Wolf laughed as he slapped Tad on the buttocks and walked away. Tad with a groan collapsed and lay on his stomach on the floor. He was too overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion to notice the half dozen bikers drifting over from Willie's table to have their turn with him. They rolled him onto his back and one dropped to his knees and straddled Tad's chest while the other knelt between the semi-conscious teenager's legs. The first biker fell forward on his hands and fed Tad his hot dick while the other lifted the teenager's legs to his broad shoulders and shoved his meat into the boy's upturned ass. Tad did not grunt or groan or whimper as he barely felt their pricks penetrate his throat and rectum. After suffering through Wolf's colossal penetrations, the rutting thrusts of mere ordinary men were easy for him to bear. At first Tad thought his torture had ended, that he would endure his gang rape in a semi-conscious unfeeling daze. But then relieved of the overwhelming pain of repeated massive penetration, his body started to react to the more pleasurable thrusts of ordinary men. As each minute passed he became more aware of what his rapists were doing to his body. He felt sensations in his guts that made him groan with desire. He felt the cold aching of his loins warm to sexual arousal. He felt his cock swell and grow to man-size. He felt nothing but shame at his body's reaction, at the desires coursing through him. Tad's mind was racked with the pain of feeling pleasure from his rape, as his body had been racked by the pain of Wolf's abuse. Tad recoiled from the horror of being aroused by the unnatural touch of another man. But his body betrayed him and as one biker replaced another, his cock grew to full erection and his loins begged for relief. By the time the first six bikers had each had a turn at his mouth and ass, Tad had reached orgasm twice and was aching to cum once again. The first six bikers were replaced by six more and then Sam the bartender took a turn. On through the night the gang rapists drifted back and forth between Tad and Willie and used each boy again and again. They untied Willie and bound Tad and then they bound them both together. They raped them separately and they raped them as a pair and they raped them continuously. To Tad and Willie, the bikers became a blur of anonymous male flesh with an erect prick to thrust into their mouths or between their legs. They were all alike in their rutting sexual desires and one man was no different from the next, except for Wolf. Tad always knew by the agony he felt in his throat or ass, when Wolf was at his door. When Tad and Willie grew to tired to respond to the rapes, the bikers invented little games to get their attention. Willie was brought from his stupor by a fist to his testicles and the treatment was repeated whenever his responses flagged. Tad had his nipples pinched and twisted until he wept and begged the biker's to tear them from his chest. But they laughed and twisted them some more. The bikers raped the prep-school boys until they were unconscious, while they were unconscious and when they came to consciousness again. They raped the boys hour after hour in every position and by every method their perverted minds could bring into play. The bikers took sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths and fifths and when they could not use their own equipment they used whatever came to hand. Bottles, glasses, salt shakers, toilet plungers, wooden spoons and from the kitchen vegetables of all kinds were thrust and twisted and plunged into the teenagers' unresisting bodies until the bikers grew tired of their fun. Finally at dawn the biker's were sated and slunk off to clean themselves and rest like dogs after they have finished with their bitches.

“Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. ”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course; now let’s give you a water break.” It was at that point that a single thought broke through the chemical haze that wrapped around my mind – “I am so fucking thirsty”. And there, sitting on the dresser next to the other playthings, like the Holy-fucking-Grail, were two bottles of water, with condensation running down the sides. It looked so good to me, and I was so focused on how much I wanted some ice-cold water, that I barely even grunted when Bud pulled me away from the wall and the dildo popped out of my ass. I’d never experienced the singular focus or the clarity of mind that Bud’s “pig feed” gave me. At that moment, I needed that water more than anything else I had ever needed. Bud noticed me staring longingly at the water bottles, and he gave an evil chuckle. “I don’t think so, faggot,” he said as he gripped me by the chin and forced my eyes to lock into his,” that water is a reward, and you haven’t quite yet earned it yet, pig.” I whined a little in the back of my throat, just like a dog. It wasn’t on purpose; it was just the natural sound that came out of me at that point. This made him give that evil chuckle again. I realized then through my chemical haze that the sound of that chuckle was making my ass muscles contract every time he did it, same as when he used words like “faggot”, “pig”, and “cunt”. Maybe it was the chems at work, but I was starting to think his theory about pigs and real men might be legitimate. Then Bud started speaking again, and all I could focus on was his rough voice and his grip on my chin and the deep, deep black of his pupils as they seemed to grow and fill his eyes. “Boy,” he said, firm grip still on my chin, “it’s time to teach you another essential function of a pig. I’ve been up all night flying high on T and slamming down beers, and I’ve got to piss something fierce. So, faggot, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to start pissing in a minute, and you can choose to open your mouth and serve as my urinal pig, as nature intended, or end up getting your bed sheets all piss stained. However, if piss gets on those sheets, boy, the least of your punishments will be to sleep on them for a month without washing them.” There was a small, still moral part of me that hated the way chemical pleasure rushed through me at the thought of this strong, viral man pissing into my mouth like I was garbage. That part of me caused me to try to pull away from Bud’s grip on my chin. Suddenly, the grip was on my throat and the voice very, very gently. “Listen, faggot,” he said gently, “I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want to do so far today, have I?” I slowly shook my head “no”. I had indeed made the choice every time to participate. “I’ve allowed you to decide to make the final move each step of the way, correct?” he asked more gently still, firm grip still on my throat. I nodded my head “yes”. “And pig,” he said, practically purring, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you, have I?” I shook my head “no”. Suddenly one of his hands was in my hair, yanking my head back hard, while the hand on my neck clamped down like a vice until I started to see black on the edges of my vision. He leaned in to speak softly in my ear. “Faggot,” he said, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you YET. Please don’t force me to start now.” If my cock hadn’t been flaccid from all the chemicals in my system, his words in my ear would have made me cum without even touching myself. That surge of pleasure at the whispered promise of violence and degradation at my step-father’s hands was the final straw that convinced me Bud was right – I was 100% pig, born to serve real men like him, and everything that he was doing with and to me that morning was not only what the pig inside me really wanted, but also what the pig inside me needed…what it craved. I opened my mouth wide, and prepared to take the piss of a real man and enjoy every drop of it. Bud gave that evil little chuckle of his, and released the iron grip on my hair. The death grip on my throat that was making my vision blur turned into a caress down my cheek, almost the action of a devoted lover. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smiled and said, “Good boy”. Then he grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up to my open mouth. I could see him relaxing the tension of his body, and then slowly it came, the golden stream of piss from his monster cock. At first, I let it run straight down my throat, but then I grew curious about the taste. The pressure was growing stronger now, but I was able to start to savor it a little before swallowing. I wanted the words of a wine connoisseur so that I could adequately describe the taste of piss created from a toxic mix of meth and beer in the urinary tract of a real man, but words fail me. All I can say was that the moment I tasted it, I had one of those epiphany moments where it clicks like “yes, this is something that has been missing in my life so far”. I knew then that Bud and any of his friends would never need a urinal to piss in as long as I was around – in fact, I would feel cheated if he spilled so much as a drop of fluid into a porcelain bowl from then on. Too soon, the strong stream of chem and beer piss came to an end, and I eagerly leaned forward to lick some stray drops from Bud’s slit. He looked at me with pride like I was a first-grader who had won the school spelling bee. “Boy,” he said with pride, “your first time drinking piss and not a drop spilled. Truly, this is nature at its finest.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip again. “I am going to have so much fun with you, faggot.” At that point, I was starting to feel warm in my belly and a flush came to my cheek. Bud noticed and smirked, “that was some strong man piss you just guzzled down, pig, and you are gonna be flying high again in a moment. Just in time, too, because it’s time for the main event, faggot. Here’s your water – drink up.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water off the dresser and tossed it to me. I was so thirsty I had the cap off and had chugged down half of it before I even noticed that it hadn’t been completely sealed, it had been opened at least once before. Coming soon, part 6...

Step-Dad Gets a Pig - Part 2 (thanks for the edits and the comment, Hotload84!) Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." There was a tiny cricket voice in the back of my head that spoke up then, pointing out that when your supposedly straight, self-proclaimed redneck step-dad calls you "faggot", a sudden rush of arousal is not the typical response - you should be feeling fear or anger. But whatever Bud had done to my ass was rapidly spreading fire through my body, and I couldn't think clearly at all. It also might have had something to do with Bud's monster cock, which I was just seeing for the first time in 6 years. It was thick, and veined, and slightly paler than the skin that was exposed to the sun, straight as a rod, and thick as the handle of a tennis racket. I was having trouble focusing my eyes, so while I could see markings on it, possibly tattoos, I couldn't tell what they were. Bud pulled my chin again, forcing my eyes off his cock and into his own penetrating icy blue gaze. "Eyes up, boy", he said, "you aren't ready for that yet." I think that the sounds that emerged from me at that point could best be described as a whimper - I'm not certain, since I'd never made such a primal animal sound before. He gripped my chin even tighter. "You do everything I say, right?" he said, "that was the agreement." Again, that cricket voice piped up again, but I was on fire and knew that if I didn't get his fingers, or cock, or even the fucking bedpost into my ass soon, I was going to lose it - so I stomped on that little cricket in my head, and nodded my affirmation. He stared at me for a second, gauging something, then spat in my face. I would have jerked back, except for his tight hold on my chin. He kept the grip on, and with his other hand, he wiped the saliva into my face, into my pores. "Good boy," he said, his voice grumbling low in a way that went straight to my burning hole, "you barely flinched. Now stay put and don't move a muscle." Not moving a muscle when your body is on fire with lust and a prime specimen of manhood is walking away from you, monster cock hanging free, is more complicated than it sounds. But Bud had told me to do it, and I had agreed to do everything he said, so I held it together as best I could. Bud came back into view quickly, which meant that he couldn't have stepped away much further than my dresser. He returned with some items that I recognized from the porn that I watched secretly, a couple of dildos of various sizes and a butt-plug, I think it was. He also had a little brown bottle filled with liquid, and a mirror with some powder and a straw. At the site of this (I'm not totally stupid and naive) the Ziploc sound and the now overwhelming feeling of burning lust clicked together. "Booty bump", I croaked out, and he grinned a little. "So, boy," he said, grinning, "you aren't as innocent as all that. That's going to make this so much fucking easier." He pulled the Ziploc out, and I could see it was half full of crystal shards and half full of powder. "This, boy," he said, gesturing at the bag, "is meth, also known as Tina, XTina, or T. I, personally, call it pig feed. You are currently feeling it's effects, since I made sure to coat my fingers pretty heavily in powder the last two times I shoved them into your hole. That means, boy, that you are currently flying - but it gets so much better." While he spoke, he took the smaller of the two dildos, and drizzled some lube on it. He started rubbing the lube in, and my cock, though curiously limp, started tingling like he was rubbing the lube into my own skin. He finished lubing it up, and set it down on the flat end. He then looked into my eyes, and whatever he saw there must have encouraged him, because he said, "Okay, faggot, let's get started giving you what you asked for." Bud pulled me from my horizontal position into a sitting up position on the bed. Luckily, this allowed me to lean back into the wall that was behind me. Bud grabbed my dangling legs and shoved them onto the bed, which tilted me back enough to leave my hole accessible. I was still, well, "flying" was the term Bud used, by reality was gripping me tighter with each passing second. I was starting to accurately gauge the situation, and just beginning to freak out - and even more alarming was the fact that I was so freaked out by the fact that I wasn't really that freaked out. Bud reached for something I hadn't noticed before, four leather straps. Two of these he gently placed on my ankles and two on my wrists. He then hooked my ankles to my wrists, right to right and left to left. "Just in case," he smirked. I tested the restraints, and discovered all I could do in them was lift my legs higher and wider apart, leaving my hole more exposed. Bud picked up the lubed dildo, and rubbed it gently on my hole. I made a little noise at the back of my throat. He took the dildo, opened the Ziploc and swirled it around inside. He pulled it out and in the morning light I could see tiny shards and powder stuck to the lube. He then put the head of the dildo just at the opening of my hole, and left it there. I almost lost it, so close and yet miles away. He then picked up the bottle, and shook it. "A little more persuasion," he said, "I'm going to place the mouth of this bottle under your right nostril and close your left. You are going to inhale until I tell you to stop, got it? Then we'll do the other nostril." I nodded, because I couldn't think of any other response. Bud twisted open the top of the bottle, breaking the plastic seal. He covered my left nostril, and the bottle went under the right. I tried inhaling, but the unfamiliar chemical odor had me shying away. Bud held firm, and said, "I told you to inhale, faggot - now do it, and keep doing it until I tell you to fucking stop!" His sharp command brought me to my senses and I started drawing in huge breaths of this chemical haze into my nostril. After three or four deep inhalations, he switched nostrils. At this point, another unfamiliar lusty feeling was creeping over me, and I calculated that it was coming from that little brown bottle. I started inhaling deeper and deeper, only stopping when he pulled away. I laid back to enjoy the new sense of warm euphoria creeping over me, but I could hear the chuckle in his voice as he put the lid back on the bottle. "I was right - you were born for this, boy". The problem now was the dildo. I knew that it was just grazing my hole, because I was becoming more and more aware of it's presence every second, but Bud was making no move to insert it. Instead, he reached down for the mirror, and picked up the straw. "This," he said, gesturing at the powder on the mirror and in the little bag, "this is quality shit that I got from one of those Mexican garbage men who do our neighborhood. Remember, boy, Mexicans know their quality shit when it comes to narcotics." There were four lines on the mirror. "Two for you and two for me, boy." Bud said, "I'm just going to show you how it's done." He took the short straw and ran it along one of the lines of powder, inhaling sharply and sucking it up through the straw into his nose. Then he demonstrated on another. Then he took the straw, shoved it up my right nostril, and held the mirror underneath. Now, normally I wouldn't have dare to try, but I was feeling horny and messed up from that little brown bottle, so I mimicked Bud and inhaled. The powder flew up my nose, burning my nostril, nasal passages and sinuses. Before I could think, Bud swapped nostrils and lines, and I repeated the action. Now totally spun, when he held the mirror to my lips and said, "Lick it clean, boy", I was frantic to get the last little particles of powder, because it felt so fucking good. "Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." Coming soon - part 3