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Another 20 mins or so passed with me in the darkness, I could hear low conversations in the other room. Suddenly the door opened wide and I could see Matt in the doorway. He stalked over to the bed, grabbed both my feet and tied them together. I felt him cut the rope tying my hands to the bed but my hands remained tied. With a swift movement he grabbed me and through me over his shoulder. "Come on bitch, time for the real party to start" he said as he carried me out the bedroom. Still bound and helpless he carried me outside, I was naked and terrified as I saw him head towards the pickup. He opened the door and flung my skinny body onto the seat. I landed with a thud against the seat as I heard him shut the door and head to the drivers door. "We are gonna head to a friends and see how much more punishment your pussy hole can take." I groaned into the rag stuffed into my mouth, I didn't know how much more I could take, my body ached all over. The car started and I felt us pickup speed as we drove from the house. The journey lasted for about 30 minutes before I felt the car slow, turn off the road and head down a bumpy driveway. The car ground to a halt in the gravel and I felt Matt get out and head round to my door. As he opened the door I attempted to kick at him in a vain attempt to get away. All it did was piss him off. "You're going to regret that soon you stupid bitch." he barked at me. He grabbed my slender waist, hauled me over his shoulders and head for the house. As we approached I could see a run down house which appeared to be far from any main road. It looked abandoned from the outside, but as we got closer I could see other cars parked and hear voices inside. Matt kicked at the partially open door to open it, and as we entered yelled out "Hey boys, the main event has arrived!" A cheer went up as I looked around the room at a bunch of older guys drinking and smoking. Matt pushed open another door and we entered a dank room with a dirty mattress on the floor. He unceremoniously dumped me from his shoulder onto the mattress. It reeked of cum and piss, in the corner a complex looking harness was suspended from the roof. I was sitting stunned on the mattress for a moment, before Matt fisted my hair and painfully pulled me up. "MmmhMM" I tried to cry out through the rag. He dragged me over to the harness and attached a loop to each hand, once he was satisfied he undid the bindings on both hands and my feet. He then proceeded to attach a loop to each foot and around my groin. "There you go slut, you wont be going anywhere for a while." he laughed. He called out and the guys from the other room filed in. "Ok boys, he strung up and ready for the taking, put you $20 on the table and get your monies worth." The guys milled around slapping $20 bills down and started getting their clothes off. I watch as two older white guys, maybe mid 40's approached me at the same time. They both had beer guts and one had a rough beard. The bearded one reached out and fondled my soft cock, I was mortified as he worked it until my boner was jutting out from my skinny body. "Look, the sick little fucker is gagging for it" he laughed. I watched as they both shucked off their clothes, the one with the beard yanked at a cord and I felt myself be dragged towards the ceiling by my wrists. I cried out into my gag from the pain but it just seemed to excite the room more. I watched as the other guy lay down on the floor underneath my suspended body. I watched with confusion as he played with his huge engorged cock. I could see the angry red head poking out of his uncut cock, each pump of it seemed to make a stream of precum roll down the thick shaft. Suddenly he reached up and with a yank pulled out the butt plug that had been stuffed in me. I felt a trickle of toxic spooge run down my thigh. He reached up, swiped some of the cum from my thigh and rubbed it into his cock. "That's all the lube your getting cunt." he spat at me. I suddenly saw the bearded guy yank at a cord and felt my body jolt as I was lowered towards the engorged cock head below me. I cried out in terror as I felt the fat leaky cock head kiss my exposed hole. The guy below me grabbed my lithe hips and guided me down onto his awaiting shaft. "Ohhhhh fuck yeah." he groaned as my body had no choice but to open up and take his thick cock deep inside. As I was lowered onto the cock I could hear the woof whistles of the other watching guys as they stroked their leaking cocks. Tears welled in my eyes and ran down my cheeks as I was lifted and lowered by the bearded guy onto his friends thick meat. My arms were stretched and my legs flailed helplessly as each downward thrust grazed his bulbous leaky head against my prostate. I was in so much pain and yet I watched as my cock responded to the stimulation. I felt myself get harder and my slutty instincts kicked in as I tried to buck against his fat knob and hit my prostate again and again. The bearded guy ripped out my gag. "Look at you slut, you're turning into a real cock whore now. Tell him what you want of I'll stop fucking you on his shaft." I kept my mouth shut and he stopped lowering me. I bucked downwards trying to hit my prostate and so he raised me higher. "No, no my little slut. Tell us what you want or we wont let you go." he ordered. "I... I want... I want him to fuck me." I stuttered. "And....?" he asked. "And... cum in me.." I admitted, defeated. "So you want him to fill you with his poz cum?" he asked. "Yes, fill me with his poz cum, I need it Sir." I answered. "Good boy." Clearly pleased with my response the chant went up in the room "Lower the bitch!" as I felt myself lowered back down on the erect shaft, feeling it graze my sweet spot. I moaned out loud, unable to hide how good this felt being stuffed full of a big juicy cock. The bearded guy kept my ass pumping up and down on the thick meat, my distended hole now able to take it all. I felt my cock leaking a steady stream of precum now as my instinct took over and I felt myself approaching orgasm. The bearded guy must have sensed how close I was from my breathing, as he started to pump me up and down faster and faster. I felt the guy beneath me grab onto my hips tighter as he too came closer to cumming. Suddenly I felt myself reach the point of no return as the fat cock inside me hit me just right. I felt myself cumming hands free all over the floor. As my ass muscles constricted I felt the guy beneath me pull my hips down hard onto his cock as he lost control and squirted a massive poz load into my fuck hole. "Take it all you fucking slut, take my toxic swimmers, gonna breed you up." he cried out. I felt the thick shaft pulse as his balls emptied into my awaiting cunt. I went limp after my orgasm, I was left hanging for a moment before I felt myself jerked up and the huge cock pull from my wrecked hole. A spray of cum landed with a splat from my loose hole as my fucker got up and walked away. I heard him high five one of the watching guys. "Who's next?" he laughed as he walked out the room.

Tulane University. Man was I ever happy to be here. I was scared and kinda lonely when I first arrived. I met my roommate. Ugh! What a tool he was. A cross between a ROTC guy and a computer nerd with thinning blonde hair (at 18!) and a square face. His name was Erik and he was nice enough. We didn't have much in common from moment one though. I immediately sought out other guys on the floor to introduce myself to. There were some fucking gorgeous guys on my floor. During the first week there were various orientation events happening on campus. We started classes and I got my handle on the campus itself and started to feel comfortable. During one of the orientation seminars, we were in the auditorium for the diversity seminar. During this seminar, a dude came out on stage. He seemed really nervous. He was a senior and I watched him in awe as he told the whole freshman class that he was gay. I later found out that he came out to everyone that night - all his friends, no one knew beforehand except the event coordinator. Afterwards, the guys and I were walking back to the dorm and talking about the diversity seminar. I was quickly becoming friends with three guys: Ben, my neighbor; Paul, who lived down the hall and was loud and quiet all at the same time; and Jason, who was fucking gorgeous, built and I already knew had an impressive cock (thank you showers). Paul was really quiet about the seminar. Ben and I were saying how strange and brave and kinda shocking the "coming out" was. We all expected the racial and gender diversity stuff, but we hadn't expected the gay stuff. Jason just said, "Whatever. The guy looks like a dork. I bet he couldn't get any pussy if he tried." We all laughed. Then we heard there was a liquor store close to campus where we could purchase alcohol - Louisiana is pretty lax with its purchase and consume laws. I could buy at 18, but Ben could not because he was 17. I was surprised, but I took my SoCo and left the store I drank so much SoCo that night sitting outside the dorm and hanging with the boys that when I found myself being led upstairs by Jason later, I was not surprised. Except Jason took me to his room and not my room. Jason told me to take off my clothes and I did. He then dropped his shorts and said, "Give me a blowjob." My drunk ass totally gobbled his cock right there in his room. He moaned softly, leaned back on his bed and said, "I knew you wanted my cock." I sucked his cock for awhile, but I started to choke because it was so big. He told me to stop and said he didn't want me throwing up his cock juice. He told me to lie on the floor and I did. He spread my legs and grabbed some lotion. He lubed up his cock and slid it into my ass. It hurt, but I was drunk and relaxed quickly. He started to hammer my ass with quick strokes. He said, "You have a tight ass slut." He banged away at my ass and came hard inside me. Then he said, "You gotta go now." I left and went to my room. The next morning I work up with a wicked hangover and I couldn't believe how much it hurt. I stayed in bed all day. Paul and Ben came and got me for food and then that night, Jason, Paul, Ben and I all went to another orientation seminar. This one was about sex. Basically the lecture theme was - we know college is a time to experiment, but please play safe. There was a play where people would walk on stage and kiss each other - girls and guys in twosomes, threesomes, same sex, opposite sex - until there were like 40 people on stage. Then one of the last people stepped forward and said, "I was a virgin until tonight. I didn't use a condom with the guy because I assumed he was relatively safe too. I cared for him. What I didn't know was that his sexual history exposed me to diseases from all of these other people on stage." I was stunned. I looked at Jason. Jason and I hung out again that night. I told him how surprised I was at the play we had seen that evening. I said we should have played safe and used a condom. He agreed and was kinda sheepish about what we had done. He never asked for my sexual history, nor I his. We went and got more liquor that night. We drank some, but not as much as the previous evening. He fucked me again that night and most nights until he got a girlfriend about mid-September. We used condoms most times, but not always. We tried to play safe though. Ben and I were taking a Psych 100 class together. It was massive and in the largest lecture hall on campus. Because it was such a large class, the university used it for other lectures and some experiments. I filled out a sexual history once in the class as did 300 other people; experiments like that. One day, we got a lecture on safe sex and promiscuity on campus. The nurse said Tulane had a very high STD rate and it was because people got drunk and didn't use condoms. The person from the health center told us that there were already 4 HIV positive cases on campus in the past year and more syphilis, crabs, gonnorhea, etc. She was trying to shock us. I was kinda shocked. I was scared too. I didn't want HIV or anything else. I was getting fucked by only one guy, but I had no idea how many other people he was having sex with. The next class there was a guy invited to lecture. He seemed like a regular guy, 32 years old, fit, brown hair, attractive, nice body. The professor asked him to talk about gay life in New Orleans. He talked about it and then he focused on the promiscuity. When we talked about sex I felt like he was looking right at me. His eyes bored through me as he talked about sex with men. Then he shocked and scared me more than anything I had heard since I heard Eli beg for Jason's cum. He said, "I have HIV. I fuck guys regularly. I think it is the other guy's responsibility to ask me if I have HIV and to ask me to use a condom. If the guy doesn't ask, I don't tell. If the guy doesn't ask me to use a condom, then I fuck him bareback. It is the other guy's responsibility to ask, not mine to tell or disclose." I must have been staring at him open mouthed. The class was probably staring at him open-mouthed and shocked. I heard a guy say, "Dude that is just fucking wrong." The attractive lecturer said, "Sex is between consenting adults. If you don't ask and don't tell me you want or don't want something, then it's on you." He said there are exceptions, like underage sex and rape. He said in both of those situations the other partner is not consenting. A girl asked, "What if your partner is too drunk or high and doesn't think to ask you about HIV or to use a condom?" The lecturer said, "Getting drunk or high is no excuse for you not taking responsibility for your life. If a guy I meet at a bar is drunk enough to want to go home with me and then doesn't ask me about my status and then we fuck and we don't use condoms, then it is still his fault." I couldn't help it. I was fucking rock hard in my shorts listening to him. I was thinking about all the guys I'd sucked and been fucked by who hadn't used condoms. I had not asked for condoms or told these guys that they didn't need to use a condom - what the lecturer referred to as bareback sex. I knew I was at fault for my actions and I was shocked by them. Basically, this hot 32 year old gay guy was standing in front of the class telling me it was my fault if I got HIV. And my cock was hard. I was so blown away. I think I was in a trance the rest of the day. I beat myself up all day and all night for my choices. I ran and went to the gym for the next few weeks, but I never got that guy or his admonition out of my head. I had knowingly let guys I did not know fuck me without condoms and cum inside me. I was obviously distracted and that is when Jason grabbed me and told me he had been invited to a fraternity party that weekend and he wanted me to go with him. I agreed..........

AN ALLTIME LOW After the day with the dying Stu, I went back to my normal life. Going to work, coming home, and watching tv. I didn’t go chasing any loads, but it’s not like it was out of my mind. Then about a week after that piggy day, David called me up and asked what my plans were. It was my day off, so I had only planned on running errands and cleaning the apartment. He told me to cancel those plans -he had something for me. Okay, it had been mostly out of my mind. I hadn’t spent any time thinking about what I had done, or if I was chasing, or even if I wanted to do it again. But as soon as David started speaking through the phone I felt my dick stirring in my pants. Fuck that thing! Such a mind of it’s own. And now, saying he ‘had something for me’ . . . well my dick was raging hard now. Thirty minutes later he was at my door, and then we headed out. David tied a blindfold over my eyes, and we drove only for about ten minutes before he led me from the car, walked about twenty feet and then through some doors. “We’re going in the back way, not really supposed to be here,” he told me. “So don’t make any noise.” He didn’t want to tell me, but the intercom that blared over the speaker system told me that we were in a hospital. “Is Stu in the hospital now?” I asked him. “Figured that out, did ya’?” he chuckled. “Not Stu, but I’m sure there are some other guys here who will be happy to see you.” He led me through a couple more doors and then into a room. I heard him close and lock the door behind me, and then the blindfold was removed. Yup, I was in an AIDS hospice. From the crowd of sickly men in the room, I guess that David either knew them already, or maybe ran an ad or something. I knew right away that I was to be their entertainment for the afternoon. “Guys, this is the pig I was telling you about. He will bend over and take all of your loads,” David told them. “Isn’t that right, fucking pig?” I swallowed over the lump in my throat. Fuck, what had I gotten myself into? “Yes, Sir,” I replied shyly. “You know how poisonous some of us are?” one of the patients asked. “Does it matter?” I asked boldly, and they all laughed. “So who’s first?” David asked. And so it begins . . . I’ll tell you this -I didn’t get any of their names. All I know is that I was fucked and seeded deep and hard by a total of 19 sickly AIDS patients. A few of them were very memorable. One guy who stands out was a big guy. Usually you think of guys with full blown AIDS as being skeletal, but somehow this one managed to retain some beef. And his cock was all beef, let me tell you. It was not ridiculously huge. From the feel I would say he was about 6 ½ or 7 inches, but fat as my wrist at least! I love my butt plugs, so having him inside of me was giving me that stuffed and filled feeling that I had grown to love and crave. I had been loaded by 4 guys before him, so his fat dick slid easily inside my pig hole, but with such a thickness my ass was making the most delicious wet slurping I’ve ever heard. And when he blew his wad, he came BIG, flooding me so deep I am sure that I felt it in my stomach. My ass made a sloppy sucking noise as he pulled out of me, and David roared with laughter and I heard him clicking away taking pictures with his phone. “Look at the fucking hole! You’re so busted open and sloppy, that hole is just gaping and you’re dripping cum all down your legs. You look fucking hot!” he told me. Music to my ears, he is such a sweet talker. There was another man who was basketball player tall, easily at 6 feet 6 inches or more. Skinny, his body was ravaged by the disease, and he had ks lesions visible on various parts of his body. His cock stood tall and incredibly long. I worried what kind of fucker he would turn out to be. While he wasn’t thick, I had never taken anything that long in my hole before. It was at lease 15 inches or longer! I just hoped that he would be slow and gentle, knowing that he had a weapon there, and maybe just enter me half way. No such luck. He had entered me slowly, and was taking his time burying as much into me as my ass was willing to accommodate. David was having none of it. He wanted a show, and he wanted me broken in and used. I had just looked back over my shoulder to see how much of that long dick was still to go when David grabbed hold of the tall man’s hips and shoved him full force all the way balls deep into my tortured hole! One of the other guys must have seen it coming because he quickly grabbed hold of my head and shoved me face down into a pillow as I screamed from the agony. That long dick had truly torn its way into my body and I really felt damaged now. He held still only for a minute, and then without further hesitation he began to pump my ass with the full length of his long dick, all the while I could hear him breathing through his nose like a bull. It was quite a sexy sound, and it help to take my mind off of the battering ram he had up in me. After a few minutes my ass had accepted the invader and I was starting to feel good again. Really good. No dick had ever reached so far up inside of me and he was reaching things I never knew existed. I started rutting back onto him, making loud smacking sounds every time my round ass impacted with his bony hips. I groaned like a whore and let my head loll around, but when I looked down between my legs I felt my stomach drop. There was so much blood running down the insides of my legs I thought for sure I was going to die by the time these men were done with me. How could my ass feel so heavenly when I was bleeding so much? My mind was spinning again and I didn’t know what to do. Keep on and just take it? What’s the worst that could happen? David could just toss me on a gurney when the gangbang is done and wheel me over to the ER. I’ve already been exposed to so much HIV and AIDS there really is no point in worrying about that now, right? I decided to just accept my fate. This is why I was here, and this was just one of the consequences. I was made to pleasure these men, to allow all of their sickly body fluids into my own body to incubate and merge with my own DNA. I had been so distracted thinking about the blood that I didn’t notice him cumming in me. I snapped out of my deep thoughts just as he was extracting his dangerous dick from my damaged hole. I thought for sure that it would be followed by a river of blood. Luckily it wasn’t. It appeared that whatever had ruptured had played out and corrected itself naturally. Perhaps all of that toxic seed up there had formed some sort of barrier, who knows? The surprise, and my All-time Low point came with the last man, number 20. I hadn’t seen him laying in the bed until I was carried and placed over his desiccating little form as I had been with Stu. This man was seriously on death’s door. If it weren’t for the movement of his eyes, I would have thought he was already dead. He didn’t move or say anything. The only part of his body that moved was his dick which miraculously sprang to life beneath me. David guided him into my cumsloppy whorehole and I gently rocked and rode him. It didn’t take long before I heard him let out a deep sigh as his cock throbbed and spewed it’s toxic seed into me. I closed my eyes and burned that feeling into my memory -nothing quite like feeling someone’s potent AIDS cum filling your ass up. I opened my eyes and looked down . . . and he was gone. I knew right then that I had given him his very final moment of pleasure on this earth. Despite a tiny part of me that told me I should be totally disgusted with my behavior, I once again felt an overwhelming sense of pride that I could do something for him in his final minutes of life, sometime to make him feel pleasure and joy to his dying breath. Something that few men would consider doing. I felt like an Angel. And then it occurred to me, “Fuck, I still have a dead man’s dick in me!” and I really wanted off. I think that David must have sensed my urgency because he was behind me in a flash, extracting the still hard cock from my very sloppy hole. As he’d done with Stu, he entered me from behind while I was leaning over this recently passed man, and fucked me frantically, blasting my ass full of more sick seed within minutes. I think that the perversion of all of it had even pushed him over the edge. He kissed the back of my neck as his cock throbbed it’s final few pulses inside of me, and then slipped out. From there he surprised me by putting a diaper on me instead of a butt plug, and then lifted me off of the bed. I guess at that point my insides were well and truly flooded so no matter what leaked out, I was still going to get pregnant. I got dressed and he led me out of the hospital to the car. Once buckled inside and on the road home, he looked sideways at me. “I can’t believe what a slut you are.” I paused for a second. He didn’t have any disdain in his tone. Was it admiration? “Hey, I only did what you made me do. It all came from your twisted mind,” I teased. “True,” he laughed. “Keep that diaper on for a couple of hours, then take it off and lick up whatever leaks out of that sloppy pighole of yours.” I just sort of raised my eyebrows at him. It’s not like I wouldn’t have done it, anyway, it was just curious that he said it before I thought of it. “On second thought, keep it on until I come over later. I want to watch,” he said with a huge grin.

The next morning Steve woke me up by sliding his cock in my ass and pounding away with my face in the pillow until he came in my ass. The sound of his parents milling around the house only made it that much hotter. I shot my load as I jerked off. We showered and went downstairs for breakfast. Steve told his parents we were going downtown and then to the mall. He said we would try to meet up with some of his friends and we wouldn't be back until after dinner. I was thinking, wtf are we doing today? Ha. Steve said to dress kinda slutty so I put on my jockstrap, a tight shirt, and jeans. Steve was in shorts and a tank. Steve said, Dude it's July wear some shorts and I told him I didn't have sexy shorts. Steve gave me one of his to try on. He was not my size, so the were kinda tight. I was almost too embarrassed to wear them. Steve said I looked sexy. I blushed. We drove downtown and Steve said we were going to a used bookstore. Images of a public sex place filled my head. We parked and walked down this street and to my surprise it was an actual used book store. We went inside and I geeked out a bit. I like book stores and used ones are pretty awesome because they are cheap and it is like a treasure hunt. We looked around for awhile and then Steve grabbed my ass and said look over there. I saw an area near where the owner stood, just across the aisle from him actually, that looked like it was all magazines. Steve said, see that black dude, he is looking at the porn mags. I thought - porn mags - do those still exist....like hello internet. But, whatever. Steve said, lets go over by him. We went over and stood by the magazines and the guy was flipping through a straight magazine - tits everywhere. I was nervous. Steve picked up a gay porn magazine and we looked at pictures of the guys together. The black guy, mid 40s, bulky muscular, and big looked over at us and smiled. He leaned in to pick up a gay magazine from one of the boxes and he whispered, "You fags looking for fun." Steve said, "Hell yes." The guy asked if we had a place to go and we said no. He said we could go to his place but it had to be quick. I couldn't believe it when we all left together. That was so quick. I could never have figured that out without Steve. We got outside and the black guy told us his name was Lou. We introduced ourselves and walked three blocks down the street and turned into what looked like a new housing project. Like maybe built in the 90s. We went inside and Lou said, "We gotta be quick. This is my moms place and she is at the senior center." He pushed his shorts down and out flopped a heavy and big cock. I dropped to my knees in front of him and started to lick and suck his cock. As his cock grew, it stretched my mouth wider. Man, this was a fat cock. I kept sucking and Lou put his hands behind my head and started to deep throat me some. I gagged some and thought I might throw up once, but he worked his cock further into my mouth and throat. My eyes were watering. I felt Steve behind me pulling my shorts down my thighs and he was rubbing my hole with his cock. I felt him try to push in but he was too dry and it hurt. I stopped sucking Lou and said, "Steve that hurts." Lou said, "Damn youngin, don't you know you gotta lick it before you stick it." Lou laughed and then we all laughed and Lou said, here use this. He gave Steve some vaseline that was sitting near his mom's chair. (knitting needles, tissues, vaseline, bengay, some pills, etc) It had to be her chair. Steve fingered some vaseline in my ass and rubbed some on his cock. He slid into me more easily and I went back to sucking Lou's cock. Steve fucked me hard. I was groaning around Lou's cock. Lou grabbed my head again and took over. He used my mouth and throat and Steve used my ass. Everything hurt, but it all hurt in a good way. I heard Lou ask Steve, "You close man? I'm gonna give this bitch my load soon." Steve said, "Fcuk yeah, me too!" I didn't have to wait long before Steve busted his load in my ass and Lou blew in my mouth. I swallowed as much of Lou's load as I could and the rest dribbled out when Lou slid his cock from my mouth. Lou kissed me. He licked the cum off my lips and said I was a sweet boy. I pulled up my shorts in the back as Steve got dressed. Lou asked us if we wanted to meet him at a bathhouse later that evening. Steve said yes. I looked shocked and a bit scared. Lou put his arm around my shoulders and said, "It's okay sweet boy. I won't let anything bad happen to you." I smiled at Lou and he said he would walk us back out of the housing complex and to the car. Steve and I went and had lunch, saw the State Capitol, hit Lark Street (supposedly a gay area), and then drove out to the mall. We hung out at the mall, saw a movie, grabbed food and then hung around the mall for about an hour. Steve said, we need to stop at CVS before we go to the bathhouse so we left and we got some water bottle enemas (the small ones) and some Magnum condoms. Steve got condoms some for himself (not Magnums) and said, "These aren't for you. You feel too good taking it raw. I want these for the bathhouse." I blushed. We drove to the bathhouse in Troy. I was really nervous. We went in and went through the ritual of first time visitors, a review of the rules, etc. We got a room to share. The guy asked if we were boyfriends and we said no, he said "Have fun and play safe. Everyone in there likes young guys like you. The first thing we did was go get undressed and Steve helped me douche. I insisted on using 3 of the 4 water douches we bought. I even refilled two of them with warm water just in case. I was really anxious about not being clean enough, but I think I was just channeling how anxious I was about being in a bathhouse at all. I knew about them sure, but just 3 months ago I had only had sex with 1 guy - Eli. Just one guy and now I was in a bathhouse. We walked around and I saw groups of guys and guys standing. Some guys grabbed for us and touched us, but it seemed okay enough. Then I saw Lou. He smiled his big smiled and came over and kissed me. He asked how I was doing and I told him I was nervous. He said, "Sweet boy will my cock calm you down?" I laughed and so did he. We went to the room and I dropped my towel immediately. Steve asked Lou what end he wanted and Lou said, I want to try his ass. Lou asked if I was cool with that and I said he would be the biggest cock I ever took. Lou said he'd take good care of me. Lou was true to his word. Steve took out the Magnums we bought and I said, "Because I wanted you to fuck me tonight Lou." Lou bent me over and immediately stuck his tongue in my ass. He stopped and said, "Sweet Boy cleaned himself out, huh?" I said yes and Lou dove back in and ate my ass for a long time. He would stop and finger me and say I have a great ass. I was sucking Steve's cock this whole time and eating his ass some. Steve was saving up for what he called a HUGE load for me. Lou kept eating and fingering my ass for at least an hour. He said that he loved eating ass. My cock would bounce every time he drove his tongue up my ass hard. God damn! That tongue felt so good. Lou then started to use lube to finger me. It was a black bottle and he said it is his favorite. I was sucking on Steve and kept feeling pressure on my ass. Next thing I know, Steve is saying "Fuck man, you have 4 fingers in his ass." Then he said a bit more timidly and in a breathier voice, "Are you going to fist him?" Lou said, "No way man. I'm not trying to ruin his ass. Just opening him up." Lou kept fingering and twisting his fingers in my ass. Steve was just sitting back and stroking his cock watching us. Lou had me get on the bed on all fours facing the wall. Steve was at the head of the bed stroking. Lou was now rubbing his big cock in my ass crack and dropping more lube in my crack and fingering more into my ass. Lou aimed his cock at my hole and slid in a bit. I winced, but I was ready. Damn that was a big cock. Steve said, "Wait man. You need to use a rubber." I said, "Yeah Lou, please put one on." Lou kissed my neck and slid his cock from my ass and said, "Sure sweet boy." I looked at Steve and mouthed "Thank you" Steve nodded at me. Lou put the Magnum on and rubbed lube on it. He jerked his cock some and said, "Usually rubbers make me go soft but you have the finest ass I've seen in a long time. I don't think I've ever been this hard wearing a condom." I winced as he slid inside me. Fuck this hurt way more than before. OMG! It hurt. It burned and I was not ready for it. I grunted and winced. Lou said, breathe baby and relax. He kissed me on my back and neck and rubbed some lube on my cock. Damn this was good lube. I started to relax and then I realized. OMG! I lost my virginity again. This is the first condom that's ever been in my ass. I thought back to Eli and the other guys. No one had used condoms, not even Steve. This was the first condom covered cock I'd ever taken. I was so proud of myself for being a good boy. But then Lou moved again and the pain was back. Fuck! Eventually Lou and I got into a rhythm and he started to fuck me. I was taking it better. I was moaning now. I was stroking my slick cock and Lou was steadily fucking me. Then he pulled out and dropped his whole cock back inside my ass all the way to his balls. Holy crap that burned. It was too much. I winced and said it hurt. Lou said, "Time for more lube." Lou took out his cock and lubed it again and then lubed my ass more and put some on my cock. I groaned when he slid back inside me slowly. Lou then pulled out and rammed back in again, over and over. Each time it burned more from the friction of the dry condom. I realized that unlike the cocks I'd taken bareback, condoms always needed more lube or it hurt. At least with big cocks like Lou's. Fuck it hurt and burned but he was also hitting places in me that felt really good. I mean really good. Lou said, "Have you ever used poppers?" I said no. Steve said yes. He told Steve to get some from his locker and Steve went off as Lou was fucking me. Steve left the door open when he left and by the time he got back there was a small crowd watching my 18 year old ass get plowed by a 40-something year old black man with a huge cock. I was moaning and blushing at the same time. I heard the guys mumbling and I knew it was about us. Lou kept fucking away at my ass. Steve closed the door and I heard at least one guy say, "Please don't close the door." Steve opened the poppers and took a long hit as he got back on the bed. Lou and Steve showed me how to take a bit as Lou was pounding my ass. In a few minutes, I was high. Things were blurry and I was loving the cock. Lou went back to taking his cock out, adding lube, and ramming it back in my ass. He stopped adding lube as I totally loosened up with the popper high. It still hurt and burned some now that he wasn't using more lube. Lou kept pulling out and ramming back in my ass. I was reaching for Steve's cock now and really wanted to suck him as I got fucked. I licked the head and balls on his cock, but Lou pulled me back on his cock instead. He had me balls deep and he pulled my frame up to kiss him. Lou kissed me with his cock in my ass. He pushed me down on the bed and took his cock out and rammed in again and then again and again. Steve had me do more poppers and Lou's cock felt really really good now. Lou was fucking me with long strokes, but no longer pulling all the way out. He was moaning now. He asked how I liked his cock. I said it feels so good inside me. Lou was really fucking me now and I had to lay flat on the bed ass up to hold my balance. He said, "Does my cock feel better now?" I said "Fuck yeah it does. It feels great. There's no burning and it doesn't hurt." Lou kept fucking me and fucking me. I was totally high and loving his cock. Lou said he was getting close to cumming. For the first time I realized, wow I won't be getting his load. He's wearing a condom. I felt safe and in control and happy that I was finally using condoms. He asked me where I wanted it and as he said it I felt his massive cock jerk and explode inside me. I felt very wet. Fuck that was so hot. I almost came from feeling him cum. Lou rested on my back and, after a few minutes, he pulled out. Lou said, "Aw Fuck Sweet boy, the condom broke while I was fucking you." I didn't think they could break. Shit I never thought of that. Lou said he must've been fucking me too hard. I looked and the condom was ripped and literally all the way at the base of his dick. I was so high and well fucked that all I said was, "No wonder it started to feel so good near the end." Lou smiled at me and said, "It always feels better bareback" I shrugged my shoulders as I felt his load leaking out of my ass. Steve said, "You are such a slut." Steve smiled at me, lifted my legs and asked if I wanted his cock. I laid back, spread my legs wider, and said I was. Steve fucked me hard. He said I was really loose and so wet. It didn't take Steve long before he came inside me with a roar. Lou watched and jerked his soft cock watching Steve fuck me. After Steve came we all went to shower. After I was done, I went back to the room and grabbed the poppers and then looked around for Steve and Lou. I took a long hit. I got a bit lost and wound up in a room with holes in the walls. I saw some other guys around and I looked through one of the holes. I saw a guy stroking his cock, but not much more of him. He slid his cock through the hole and said, "suck it." And, I did. I sucked and sucked. When my jaw got tired I took another hit of poppers. The guy came in my mouth and I swallowed. He said, "Thanks kid." Then another cock popped through. This one was darker, but not black, and I sucked on his cock too. He asked me to stand up and turn around so he could feel my hot ass. I did and he felt my used ass. He asked if I had been fucked that night. I said yes and I took another hit of the poppers. I felt his cock on my ass and the guy asked, "Is that cum I feel in your ass?" I said yes. He asked if I had any condoms. I said not with me but in my room. He popped his cock in my ass. He said, "Let's fuck here for awhile and then we can go to your room and get the condoms." I said sure and I felt his cock slide all the way inside. I said, "You can bareback me for a few minutes. Then we can get the condoms." The dude fucked me hard and fast. I had to put my hands on the floor to steady myself. Wow the cock felt good. The guy was speeding up and said, "I'm close. Do you want to go to your room?" I didn't know what I wanted. I knew we should go get the condoms but I didn't really care that much. His cock felt so good. The guy said it louder, "I'm going to cum. Do you want my load?" I heard myself say, "Cum in my ass man." And this dude I had never seen came deep in my ass. I felt him pull out of my ass and then I felt another cock slide inside me. This guy said, "Sweet ass man." I took another hit of poppers and the guy fucked me fast and quick and said, "I'm cumming in your ass." After he slid out of me, I stood up and stumbled some. I leaned against the wall, cum leaking out of my ass. I found my way back to the showers where I saw Lou shoving his cock in another twink. The twink was taking it raw. I got hard and then Steve found me. He got on his knees and sucked me off. I came in his mouth watching Lou cum in the twink's ass. Steve and I got dressed and left. He asked where I went and I told him about the room with the holes. He said, "The glory hole room. You are a total slut." He kissed me and we went back to his parent's house and passed out.

I had never been in with the 'cool' kids. At 5' 8", and always on the skinny side, I was to small for the football team and, if I had to be honest, I didn't find much that I had in common with the other kids at school. It didn't help that as I hit puberty the transformation of my body was less dramatic than I had expected, and for an 18 year old guy, I was left looking somewhat effeminate. I don't know if this was the reason, or it was a combination of reasons, but tonight when I arrived at a party of a school friend, things went downhill fast. The jock kids noticed my arrival and immediately the sniggers and comments began. "Hey Jordan! Why don't you bring those pretty lips over here and learn how to please a real man" yelled Craig, one of the stars of the basketball team. I turned bright red and tried to walk away, but Craig wouldn't let-up, and yelled "Hey, where do you think you're going? I've got a three day load with your name on it pussy boy. Mouth or ass, I don't care. After all you’re just a fucking faggot hole for me to dump a load in." All his friends laughed as I ran from the room. When I got outside I paused to catch my breath. As I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks, I wiped them away, and also decided to go home - I didn't want to be in the same room with those fucks again. I started the long walk back to my place as I had been given a lift by my sister and she wasn't due back for hours, so it made sense to walk back and clear my head. I was about a mile down the road before I realised just how quiet it was. I checked my watch and it was a little after midnight. As I walked along the road absorbed in my thoughts, I heard a car approaching, and, as it neared, I sensed it was slowing down, and sure enough, a pickup pulled up along side me and the driver called-out "Hey kid, what you doing walking by yourself on the road at this time of night?" As I squinted into the cab I saw an older guy, probably mid 40's with steel blue eyes and dark brown crew cut. He looked built, and I could see from the light in the cab that he had massive arms and a thick muscled chest. "I'm heading home from a party that didn't end as well as I had hoped" I replied. "Get in kid. I'll give you a lift. It ain't safe to be walking around at this hour." I looked at him hard for a second, judging whether I should get into a car with a stranger before accepting his offer. "Thanks, Mr…." I started. "Matt" he cut in. "Oh, hey, thanks Matt, I'm Jordan" I replied. "Get in kid, I don't wanna be out all night" I walked round the cab and jumped in. As we headed off down the road I gave him my address, to which he grunted an acknowledgement. I stared out the window, as he didn't seem particularly talkative. As I looked out I saw his reflection in the glass, I found myself admiring his features. He looked so muscled and strong, I found myself imagining him without his shirt on, and within seconds I was starting to get hard. I had been looking at his reflection so long that by the time I glanced out the window I realised I had no idea where we were, all the houses had been replaced by tree flashing past the window. "Where are we? Did you miss my turn off?" I asked. "We aren't going to your house boy" he replied, "we're going to my place. I saw the way you were looking at me, you and me are gonna have some fun." Fear flashed through me and I started to protest, "Look mister I don't know what you're talking about but I need to go home, just let me out here and I will find my own way back." Just as I spoke we turned off the main road and into a driveway, as the pickup drove down the long drive I saw an old house come into view. It looked like an old farm cottage and from best I could tell we were miles from anything. "Listen here, boy. You're coming inside with me. I saw the way you were looking and I know you want a piece of my cock." With that Matt jumped out the cab, walked around to my door and opened it, roughly grabbed my arm, and yanked me from the pickup and towards the house. I tried to break away from him but he had a tight grip on my arm and I was tiny in comparison to his muscled body. Holding me in front of himself, he pushed me down the walk and through the front door. Once inside, he pinned me up against the wall, and finally I could appreciate how much bigger than I was Matt. He stood about 6' 4", and he looked like he was made of 230 pounds of solid muscle. As I looked up at him with frightened eyes, he dropped his hand onto my shoulder and pushed me onto my knees. "Please, let me go! I don't know what you're doing but I just want to go home" I pleaded. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" he barked at me. "Tonight you're gonna find out what a sissy faggot like you is made for. Open up my jeans and get my cock out, bitch." I hesitated not knowing what I should do, but apparently I hesitated too long because *SLAP* - my face stung as he hit me. "I won't tell you again, boy. Open up my jeans and get your mouth on my cock!" he ordered. Terrified of being hit again, or worse, I started to undo the buttons on his jeans. As I undid each button a pair of white briefs came into view. When I had them all undone I was faced with a wall of muscled thighs and between them an enormous engorged cock, barely contained beneath the thin white material. I watched in fascination as a small wet patch appeared at his cock head, turning the white material clear with precum. "Don't just sit there drooling boy, get that fucker out and in your mouth" he demanded. This being my first time on my knees, I gingerly peeled his briefs down, and taking his thick cock in my hand, I started to slowly suck on the head of his cock. I couldn't believe that I was actually kneeling between the legs of such a hot daddy, and with his enormous tool in my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing boy? Don't pussy about with it, suck that cock!" he roared as he grabbed the back of my head and forced me down on his eight-inch meaty cock. I gasped for air as he forced it deeper down my throat. I could feel the massive head slide down my neck and triggering my gag reflex. He heard me start to gag and barked "Harden the fuck up faggot! You're going to be doing this plenty more, so you better learn how to take it. If you puke on my cock I'll crush your pathetic little balls." I swallowed hard as I tried to stop from puking and with a lot of effort I was able to settle into a rhythm of him plowing my throat all the way down till my nose was buried in his pubes. He fucked my face for about five minutes, then suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I was so thankful. Finally I could breath properly. As I gasped on the ground it occurred to me what I must look like: my face wet with spit and precum smeared all over it, my lips red and raw from the vicious face fucking I had taken - just like a dirty cocksucker. "Time for your next lesson on how to please a real man, faggot" he barked at me, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me over his massive shoulders. He carried me into a room which, from the large wooden-framed bed in the centre of the room, I judged to be the master bedroom. He threw me down on the mattress and as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, I felt him snap a handcuff onto each of my wrists, attaching the other end to the head board. "So faggot, you like to get fucked?" he asked. "Please! No! I have never been fucked; I have never been with anyone before! Just let me go, we can forget about all this" I pleaded. "A virgin pussyboy. Well I'll be damned. This IS gonna be fun" he replied, ignoring my pleas. "How old are you boy?" he asked. "I was 18 two weeks ago, sir" I replied, hoping my age might sway him to release me. "Damn, boy. Eighteen? I'm gonna wreck you so bad no one is ever gonna believe you are 18 ever again" he laughed at me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from his side table and quickly cut off my tshirt and shorts, leaving me naked and bound on the bed. Then he stood back and admired his work, watching me squirm uncomfortably on the bed. Approaching me, he roughly grabbed both my legs and yanked them up, exposing my tight boy ass, a sharp gasp signifying his approval as he admired my virgin hole, only, to my utter surprise, to lean over to explore my hole with his tongue. I squirmed with pleasure as his stubble rubbed against my ass, and his probing tongue made me buck and writhe on the bed. I let out a loud gasp, which, when he heard, lead him to snicker "You like that don't ya faggot? I tell you there is nothing as sweet in this world as 18 year old virgin boy pussy." I could only grunt in response. He ate my hole for about ten minutes, slowly opening me up wider and wider. Then, as quickly as he had started eating me out, he dropped my legs back to the bed. I remember gazing up at his muscled frame, still reeling from the feelings he had brought to my ass. "Ok boy, time for the main event." It suddenly dawned on me what was coming next. "Please sir, can't I just suck you?" I tried one last time to reason with him. He laughed in response, "Hell no boy. I've got a four day load in these balls that's gonna be the first load of man juice to get pumped into that perfect little cunt."\ I looked up at him terrified; he was fisting his cock through the front of his jeans. I watched him reach over and grab the lube, slick up his cock and position it at my virgin hole. "WAIT! Please if you're going to fuck me, at least wear a condom!" I pleaded. "You ain't good enough for a condom, fag. You're just a hole for me to plant my babies in" he replied. And with that, I watched him line-up his massive cock with my tiny pink hole and push his engorged head against it. He pushed hard and my puffy cunt lips finally surrendered and I had his fat cock head inside my ass. Terrified by this man barebacking me I tried to struggle against the handcuffs but it was no use. He had my thighs held tight and he used them to slowly pull me backwards onto his cock. As I looked down the length of my body, my eyes wide open with shock, I could see inch after inch disappear into my hole, and, in under thirty seconds his entire eight inch cock had been eaten by my hungry hole. "Damn, you're tight fag, but that hole just ate my whole dick. You sure this is your first time?" he sneered down at me. He flexed his dick and I cried out. "ANSWER ME BOY WHEN I ASK YOU A QUESTION!" he shouted. "Yes sir, it is my first time" I whimpered. "Then I guess this cunt was just made for my fat cock to plow then, wasn't it?" I didn't reply and so received another slap across the face. "WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BOY?" he roared. "Yes sir. My cunt was made for your fat cock to plow" I sobbed. And on hearing my reply, he started to slide his massive cock in and out of my no-longer-virgin hole. Each punch of his cock deep in my guts made me moan with a mix of pleasure and pain. His bulbous cock head felt like it was raking my insides over and over, stretching my ass lips every time he pulled all the way out, only to pile drive his cock back in a few seconds later. He looked down at his cock disappearing into my hole and smirked, "Well, I guess that answers that question" he said as I watch him slide down to my ass and touch it. "You're all torn up faggot, bleeding all over my cock." I didn't know what he meant and instead of slowing down or stopping this revelation only seemed to make him fuck me harder. He leaned down close to me, his face inches from mine and his massive muscled body completely covering my own lithe figure. I watched as sweat dripped off his face and onto me as he rutted wildly in my now destroyed boy pussy. I watched his eyes change and his face went red as his cock slammed harder into my hole. I'm gonna breed you boy, I'm gonna fill you up with a big toxic daddy load. You're gonna have my babies in you, my toxic babies, and then no one is gonna want you faggot ass pussy ever again." I stared at him blankly trying to work out what he meant. Seconds later he froze and I felt his engorged cock head expand in my ruined cunt, and I could feel the jets of thick white hot cum travel up his long shaft and pump into my guts. "TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD, YOU FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled. Suddenly it made sense, the terror overwhelmed me as I realised that right at this moment his fat cock was blasting a massive load of poz cum deep into my destroyed ass. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed, but it was too late. Even as I went to try and kick him away, he was already pulling his massive cock from my gaping hole. The deed was done. "Not a bad fuck, boy" he said as he re-snapped the buttons on his jeans. "Why did you do it?" I choked out as the tears came. "Someone was gonna poz your stupid cunt sooner or later boy, and I always get what I want" he replied. I tried to roll over and cry into the mattress, I was still sobbing when a minute later I felt him shove a large object in my gaping hole. "A butt plug boy, to make sure my boys don't leak out of that slutty hole" he said. I cried harder into the mattress. "At least until our other guests arrive tonight…" he trailed off.

Got fucked on the 4th day of taking PreP :-)

Either one is fine by me but having him pound hard and deep (especially if he's verbal) makes me feel especially slutty (in a good way). As a rule slow and gentle is best for intimate romantic fucks with someone special but hard and deep is the best way for slutty cumdump sex with a fuck bud or random anon hookup.

Interlude (non sexual and I'll try to keep it brief, but it's important) After my visit to Steve's home, I went back to spend the last few weeks of pre-college summer with my family at the cabin. My aunt and uncle, mom and dad and my brother. It was a good time, but also highly sexually frustrating. I felt like I couldn't do anything gay or sexual around my family. I felt so ashamed of the things I had done and even more ashamed of how it still turned me on when I thought about the sexual encounters I'd had. Steve called once and we talked but he could tell I was being guarded. He spoke for awhile on his end of the phone and asked leading questions so I would only need to say yes or no in response. He understood my situation and urged me to use this time to come out to my parents. He said they might be great or they might totally suck. He convinced me that I couldn't go away to college and keep my feelings and relationships separate from my family. He said it would be like living 2 lives and I'd never feel whole in either one. I agreed with him as I wiped the tears away that streamed down my face. That night my aunt and uncle went into town to meet friends for dinner. I took the opportunity to tell my family. My father stared at his plate, my mother cried and my brother asked me to pass the corn. My father is very religious. He stared at his plate for a long time and then slammed his fist on the table. He said, "You're weak. You've always been weak. You will always be weak. This is just more proof that you will fail at life. I'm glad I have at least one son who isn't a total failure." He got up and left the table and did not speak to me the rest of the time at the cabin. He sat in the back and looked over the woods. My mother cried and cried. He talked about how I would die from AIDS, how I would never have children, how I would never marry, how I would always be lonely and never really be in a relationship. She mostly cried and told me how lonely I would be and how sorry she was that I was gay. The rest of the time at the cabin she would watch me with pity in her eyes. My brother just kept eating. He said nothing. Later he asked me to go for a run. We went on my route into Cooperstown and back. We pushed each other to a heavy pace. We didn't talk. It felt good to run and let all the feelings seep out of my body like sweat. We ran every day after that. Never speaking, just running. He would banter, of course. But, to my brother, my being gay didn't matter because it didn't interfere with his world. As long as we still did things together that he enjoyed, I was no different than I was prior to coming out. The summer at the cabin was finally at an end. My aunt took me aside and said my parents had told them I came out. She hugged me and said to call her if I ever needed to talk. She urged me to use condoms. She said she knew so many beautiful young men like me who died in the 80s and 90s. She said, AIDS is horrible. Please promise me that you will use condoms. I'll never forget one phrase, "I love you and I don't want to bury you." She hugged me tightly and I cried some. My uncle came in and put his hand on my back. He gave me an envelope of money and said thanks for taking care of the cabin. We love you very much. One week later I was at Tulane University in New Orleans for my first semester of college.

I awoke a few hours later in complete darkness. For a second I wondered where I was, but it all came flooding back when I felt the dull ache in my ass, and realised I was tied to a bed. I tried to cry out but all that came out was a low moan, my mouth was stuffed with a dirty rag. I lay in the darkness for another 20 minutes or so before I heard footsteps approaching. The door opened for a moment and I heard two men enter. I recognised the first voice as my rapist, however had no idea who the second man was. I struggled on the bed and tried to turn onto my back. "Don't move bitch, or I'll slap your ass so fucking hard. I'm making business arrangements." I froze. Business arrangements? "He's all yours for $50, only rule is when you give him back he's still got to be usable for another client." I heard my rapist say. "Yeah no worries dude, he should still be in one piece." The unfamiliar voice laughed. With that, I heard the door open and close again. I sensed I was left in the dark with the stranger. As I lay in the darkness I felt the bed sag as he sat next to me, I could smell whiskey and cigarettes on his clothes. I jumped as I felt him cup the end of the butt plug holding my rapists cum in me. "You're one dirty bitch" he muttered, fondling my ass and cock. I tried to moan and pull away, but all that earn't me was a slap across the ass. "We are gonna have some fun tonight, I bought your cute little ass for $50 and I intend on getting my monies worth." I felt the bed lift as he got up, I heard him in the darkness taking off his clothes. Before I knew it I felt the weight of him on my back, he felt heavy and I could feel his beer gut pressing against my back. His smell was suffocating, a mix of cigarettes and BO. I felt him reach down and remove the butt plug, I felt the cool air for a moment against my distorted hole. That was quickly replaced by what felt like a huge leaky cock head pushing against my hole. "Give it up for me baby" he whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna work this into your hole one way or another so you might as well enjoy the ride." I thrashed on the bed, trying to move away from the huge invading pole resting against my no longer virgin hole. He slapped me in the side of the head, momentarily stunned I stopped moving, and as I did so I felt his huge snake enter my hole and slide down deep into me. "Mmmm fuck yeah, thats a good pussy." In the darkness I started to cry into the bed. I moaned in pain into the dirty rag as I felt his massive cock pump in and out of my hole. "You're going to love this cock baby, it's the one thats going to knock you up with my thick poz venom." I whimpered into the rag. "Shhh.." he whispered into my ear. "Remember I paid for this hole, so I'm not finishing until I've drained my balls into you tight little twat." With that he started to rough pound me into the mattress, I could feel his low hanging nuts slam into my limp cock with each thrust. I gave up and resigned myself to being his pussy hole. He must have sensed this in me as he leaned down, spat on me and said "I told you you were going to love this cock". He picked up the pace on my hole and I sensed that his breathing was changing, his balls were no longer slapping against me as they drew up, ready to inject their deadly load into my stretched and destroyed hole. "Uunnnkkm" he heaved as I felt his whole body go rigid. I felt the huge pole inside me go still for a moment, and then begin to pulse inside my hole. Jet after jet of hot poz cum flooded into my vulnerable hole. "TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD WHORE, I'M POZZING YOU RIGHT NOW." he screamed. He collapsed onto my back as I sobbed into the mattress. I felt him use his hips to push the toxic load deeper into me. After a few minutes I felt him lift off me, replace the butt plug and get dressed. "Good hole boy, I'm gonna recommend you to some friends." I heard the door open and close again. I was terrified and in the dark again, full of poz cum.

Wish he could get a second chance in the porn world to make more videos before he wastes away

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

I have been submitting lots of ads seeking doms to come by and turn me from a bi kinky shy dad into a slutwhore by being held down and forced to take some thing like weed, coke, or others but without much success. Recently 'tho, I met up with someone who replied to my ad than really blew my mind away. We arranged to meet at my house while my wife and kids were away. Further I was to be dressed only in white g-string and white socks. George came by and we sat down and chatted. We had already agreed that he could force me to take some Tina and than seduce me. As we chatted, he took out his glass pipe and prepared some crystals in the bowl. When he leaned over to kiss me, I resisted and tried to move away. This got him angry and he forcibly kissed me pushing my mouth open and invading my mouth with his tongue. He then lit his glass pipe, took a deep hit, bent over me and kissed me hard as he forced the contents of the glass pipe in me. He took another hit and did the same. He then held me down, pinched my nose as he held the glass pipe directly in my mouth and waited for me to gasp for breath and inhale deeply through the glass pipe. Once he sensed I was feeling the effects of the Tina, he started caressing my nipples, teasing them, before licking and sucking them. My nipples have always been really sensitive but they have never felt so sensitive before. I was writhing with desire as he started caressing me as he continued to lick and suck on my tits. I almost fainted with desire when he started to tease my ass with his finger. I was trying to wriggle my ass so his fingers could work its way in me. All this time he kept asking me if I was ready to be his crystal whore. By this time I was so turned on I was pushing my ass against his fingers as he started inserting first one, then two until finally he had all four fingers in me. I was begging for him to fuck me. He told me to go on all fours and then started to fuck me, doggy style. As he rode me, he kept playing with my nipples. I was feeling so good that I was begging for him to fuck me harder and deeper and make me his whore. He then laid down on his back with his cock standing up. I was so horny by now that straddled him and sat on his cock as I fucked myself on him. As I worked my ass on his cock, I leaned forward so he could suck on my nipples as I fucked him. Oooh, the feeling was just fantastic. I was feeling so horny and turned on. I was now such a slut I was begging for him to make me his whore. He then pulled out and made me suck his cock that had been in my ass which love doing so much I have never been such a nasty whore before for a gay guy, but I just sucked his gorgeous cock without a second thought even though it has just been in my ass. He rammed his cock in until I gagged, but he kept at it, telling me he was gonna make sure I learned how to deep-throat his cock. I was starting to have regrets as the Tina wore out. He than had me lay on my back and as he fucked me with my legs high over his shoulders, he took another hit and lean over and kissed me and exhaled into me. This time I gladly sucked in all I could. He repeated this about five times before sitting me up and making me take a couple more hits directly from the glass pipe. I was feeling so horny from the Tina I was begging for him to fuck me and cum in my pussy ass. I've never been fucked so hard and so long and felt so horny when he licked and sucked my tits. We kept at it for at least four hours. I only wished there were more guys using me 'cause I was so turned on I would have been willing to be gang banged. He finally came in my ass and forced his cock in my mouth. I have never enjoyed the taste of cum, but was so turned on I gladly sucked it all in and had him rub it all over my face. I was no longer put off by the taste of cum, but reveled in it. When he finally stopped fucking me, he told me that the next time, he would blindfold me, and turn me into his whore, adding that he would have a few guys use me at the same time. I can't wait!

Load number 3 in my tight cunt. The strong, hairy beast on top of me roared as his grip on my ankles tightened and he added his seed to the sperm cocktail churning around inside me. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes. Combined with the smell of piss in the gas station bathroom and chemicals in my throat, it made my head spin. He rolled up a ball of spit behind his crooked teeth and shot it at my face. It was thick and a little bubbly, like his cum. His cock inside me felt natural, like it was filling up an empty hole inside me. “Good slut!” he exclaimed, satisfied. I moaned as he slipped his cock out and I suddenly felt incomplete. He jammed two fingers into me roughly. Some of the cum leaked out of my ass and dribbled down my legs. I put on my g-string and denim cutoffs. He put ten bucks into my back pocket and kissed me. Some wads of his own spit got caught on his mustache. I normally didn’t ask for payment outside of work; hell, sometimes I would pay to get my ass creamed. But I was low on drugs, and it turns some guys on to shell out a few bucks afterwards. It reminds them of how little I’m worth. He hopped in his car, and I got back on the street, struggling to keep the loads in my ass. Almost 1AM, and the roads were empty. Everything was dark except for the street light and the neon lights at the sports bar the block down. Properly lubed up and feeling piggy, I could finally go to work. A little buzzed from my booty bump earlier that day still, every few steps felt like one, and keeping track of time was difficult. Every sound made me jump. The hot, stickiness grinding between my asscheeks and slowly trickling down my legs made the walk better. I’m 20, 5’9”, Asian, perfectly smooth, waxed all over my entire body, and fit. A lot of guys liked that. Some people told me touching me was like feeling a girl, but my pussy is tighter, and I’m sloppier, hungrier, trashier, and longer-lasting than any girl they’ve fucked before. I arrived at the basement club. Barry, the guy at the desk, knows me by now. The only reason he lets me do what I do here is because sometimes I let him fuck me. Over the course of my career, he’s pumped me with enough sperm to fill my body. “The boys are downstairs at the back of the maze,” he said. “Don’t cause any trouble, fuckin’ tweaker. Don’t want you to pass out again – I’m not taking care of you next time.” I don’t remember what life was like before I was a trashy slut anymore. No... I was always one. This is who I am. I was born and destined for this life. The maze was dark, but plenty of dicks and dirty words graffitied onto the walls stopped you from running into them. Besides, I knew where to go. I walked into the sling room. A white, flickering light swung from the ceiling, creaking as it rocked back and forth. Fourteen guys stood there, either in leather chaps and harnesses or dressed normally and rubbing their bulges through their jeans. Some of them were handsome, some of them were trolls. All of them were at least 35. Bags of white crystals, pipes, and points were being passed around the room. One of the guys was packing a giant three-foot bong with weed. Backwards hat, basketball shorts, chiseled body. He was one of the younger ones. They greeted me warmly and handed me a bottle of coke, which I assumed was spiked with GHB. I took two large gulps. Maybe it was placebo effect, but I immediately felt the room turn floaty and my body felt hot. “Yo Ricky, you sure we can fuck this kid raw?” one guy said. His voice was booming. He was wearing a ski mask and was a tall, broad-shouldered and broad-chested man. He had a gut, but you could tell he was strong and could snap me in half easily with his titanic arms. The bulge through his jeans ran down his thigh. “Hell, I think I’d break him apart. He’ll be feeling my dick in his throat when I fuck that little pussy.” “Then break him apart, John. What, ya worried about the kid? You like him or somethin’?” Ricky said. The masked man squints at me through his eyeholes, grabs my chin, and runs his tongue up my neck, over my jaw, and up my cheek. My face was still sticky from being spit on by the guy in the gas station bathroom. His other hand slides down my back and tailbone until his middle finder rubs my g-string right over my ass. The strap is now sticky, warm, and soaked with the cum oozing out of my hole. I moan as I feel his breath against my face, like a wolf about to eat his prey. “Nah,” he snarled. “I don’t feel nuthin’ for him. Hey boy. I’m gonna shred your lil’ pink cunt, and then I’m gonna knock you up with my lil’ babies.” The other men laughed. My chest fluttered. My ass had been loosened up by the past few fucks that night, but a gangbang will wreck your hole enough. I was already nervous, but his dick looked like a python. Ricky was my pimp, boss, and master. He’s Italian, tall, strong, hairy, and had dark features. He perpetually smelled of cigarettes. He’s not associated with the mob, and he doesn’t kill people... with guns anyway. Ricky’s a businessman who sells bodies, but he has his moral standards. He doesn’t kidnap boys because he knows there are boys like myself who seek him out, who willingly become his whores... and that’s what keeps him passionate about his work. The jock handed me the bong, its giant piece packed full with what looked like a small shrub. He handed me the lighter. “Torch it, man. It’s gonna be a long night for you.” “Thanks,” I said, holding the carb and putting the fire to the weed. I sucked. One... Two... let the fire go. Three feet of glass instantly filled up with a thick white smoke. As the grass burned the smoke turned so thick it had a yellowish hue. Just as I released the carb, John shoved my head down, forcing my mouth over the hole. He held it there as I inhaled until I felt the smoke basically fuck my lungs. I choked, smoke flying out the sides and through my nostrils. “Yo, suck it you little bitch! If you can’t even take that, how are you gonna take fourteen cocks?” the jock yelled. It took me four full inhales to clear the smoke. Meanwhile, John slowly unbuttoned my cutoffs from behind. They fell to the floor around my boots. His hands floated up to my chest and he grabbed my small pecs as he nibbled my ear. I passed the bong to the next guy, but my head was already spinning wildly. I coughed for a full five minutes while the men offered me more of the coke and felt me up all over my body. I felt the blood vessels in my eyes instantly constrict. Everything was slow, I was so high I could barely utter a word or respond to what anyone else was saying or doing, and my skin felt hypersensitive. The men moved in on me. Countless dirty hands (some even with rings!) and tongues slobbered and violated me. A fat finger entered me. I was so high it felt like the first thing to enter my ass all night, an incredibly new and fresh feeling. I moaned, louder than I thought. It almost startled myself, I was practically yelping with pleasure, like a virgin getting his sweet spot gently tapped for the first time. I was drowning in men’s bodies. The high was so strong, their dirty talk was only a buzz in the distance. All I could really hear was the loud heartbeat in my ears and my own moans of ecstasy. “His ass is so warm and sticky already. How many guys did he let cum inside him?” “What a sloppy piece of trash. I can’t wait to get my turn at that cunt.” “I call dibs first.” “I’ll take his mouth then. Don’t waste the meat.” A few chuckles. Some guy was now eating my ass. His face was buried between my asscheeks, his tongue wriggling furiously against my hole. I could feel his unkempt beard rub all over my ass. I was euphoric. I love my job, I thought to myself. By becoming less than human at a young age, I’ve descended into a world of drugs, cock, cum, and service, and feeling my body being pleasured, knowing that these men wanted to pleasure their cocks using my holes, knowing I was nothing more than a sloppy cum rag to wipe their dicks with, a vessel for their cum... That fulfilled all of my inner desires. “More!” I screamed. “Cock... fuck me... breed me... use me!” I moaned incoherently as they touched me. “Aw yeah, the pig wants it. Oink, oink!” one of the men snickered. “Where’s the T? Someone put that slut in the sling and wrap a tourniquet around his arm.” “Man, if this kid’s parents could see him now.” More laughter, this time louder. Ricky watched in the corner, taking his turn at the bong. The man loved to indulge, but always stayed in control, making sure his money-maker didn’t get too out of line or refuse any of the men their pleasure. Continued in Part Two.

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Last weekend I went to a friend's wedding. It was a fairly small wedding and was starting to wind down. Meanwhile there was another wedding in the hotel at the same time which, as I was getting ready to leave, was still going strong. In fact the other wedding was getting really drunk and loud. While I was in the men's room two partiers in their mid twenties came in, one of whom was the groom, who was being assisted by the other guy, his best man. Both men were somewhat drunk, and the best man thought the groom was going to throw-up, so I assisted the best man get the groom into a stall. No sooner was the groom settled than the best man passed out, but I managed to get him into the next stall. I went back to check on the groom who was passing out and coming back around, and found myself kissing him. I think he thought I was his bride because he kept cooing "Michelle." I managed to get him bent over the toilet inside the stall and worked his pants down. He liked getting rimmed (don't they all? lol)! Once he was really wet and loosened up, I thought I could get my raging hard dick in. He was still really tight and and he surfaced a bit and yelped as I started sliding my dick in him. Someone came in right after that, but luckily he passed out as the door was opening so whoever came in didn't hear him. His ass was super tight and had obviously never had a dick in it before. I love marking virgin territory. He came back around and passed out again several times while I was fucking his sweet ass, and he seemed to start liking it in those fleeting moments. That tight ass was hot to fuck; it felt incredible wrapped around my cock. Unfortunately it felt so good I didn't last long. As short as it was, I thoroughly enjoyed leaving him a big creamy gift! After I put myself back together and left the stall, I noticed the best man was still passed out in the next stall. I was tempted to treat the best man to my special gift as well, but knowing I got a twofer by doing the groom and indirectly the new bride, I decided not to risk getting caught. Memories of that tight groom ass wrapped around my cock and the pleasure of blowing my load deep in his gut have been jack off material every day since.

The following is completely true. I had planned for my evening to follow my rules: I would spend days looking at BBRT and breeding.zone and fantasize about really letting loose, really indulging my desires, but afterwards I would always return to Earth, chastising myself for getting worked up over such risky stuff. I went to Club Orlando as an outlet, a place to get a taste of what I wanted, but I gave myself two simple rules: first, I wouldn't allow anyone fuck me bareback, and second, if I found myself so frustrated that I was on the threshold of making bad decisions, I would simply get myself off - or leave. In the dark room of the maze there is a fuck bench of sorts. I stood near the end of the bench as I was somewhat selective, and certainly wasn't offering my bare hole to the entire room. I saw three other men bent over on the table, and as the room was quickly filing up, I took several huge hits from my poppers, just to keep me on edge. I guess I was feeling optimistic as, before I entered the dark room I had lubed up my ass, and was holding two magnum condoms - just in case. I wasn’t getting much attention, but then again, I was standing still at end of the fuck bench. Just then two older white guys walked through the door way. Each man sported an enormous dick. The two men immediately selected a bottom from the fuck bench and slid in. Both of the tops and the two bottoms were very vocal. Between the general scene and the poppers I was very excited, so when I felt a bare cock between my cheeks I was more than willing to accommodate, but still I managed to maintain my self-imposed rule and handed the guy a condom. The top accepted the condom but made no move to put it on. Instead he pinched my tits, nibbled my neck and rhythmically pushed at my hole - insistently. I was enjoying being played with definitely wasn't interested in getting fucked bareback, so I kept squirming my hole out of the path of his cock head, only to find it returned within seconds, seeking entrance. The intense fucking near us had me really turned on, and the man behind me used both hands to grab my hips and pin me against the fuck bench. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did I think he would all but rape me in a crowded room, still I grunted in pain and surprise as his dick, which was longer and thicker than I had expected, opened up my ass. Bareback. In all honesty I was so completely turned on I barely offered any resistance. The top fucked me for several seconds, using very long strokes. Although his technique was utterly amazing, reality still came crashing home - he was fucking me bareback, even as I gripped the second condom in my hand. I lurched off of him and pushed away at him a bit. As he left the darkroom into the main section of the maze I caught a glimpse of his silhouette: he was an older black man. I was incredibly flustered, the fucking had felt amazing but condoms are a reasonable precaution. I wasn’t ready to leave and took a few more hits of poppers. The older men pulled out of the asses they were fucking and moved down the line, one to the bottom his friend had just fucked, and the other to me. Without question or preamble he started trying to work his big fucking cock into my asshole bare. My hole was so ready it practically sucked at his cock head and I felt an overwhelming desire for it to stretch me wide. I handed the condom back and pressed it against his leg, and he took an arm and bent me over the table. As I was pressed down I felt his cock reach the perfect angle, and my hole stretched wide and open. He fucked his entire cock into me and when his hips hit my cheeks I sprayed cum all over the table. He fucked me with a vengeance, and it felt so good I didn’t bother offering any resistance. I felt him tense up and panicked as the unmistakable feel of a cock pumping cum filled my insides. He pulled his dripping and cummy cock out of me and another set of hands kept me from moving as his companion slipped into me. This one was about as long but much thicker at the head. It felt impossibly amazing working into me, and I felt cum gush down my cheeks and legs as it spurted out around his monster dick. His pace quickened and I felt him add another load of cum to my insides. He pulled out and I heard an audible plop as a gob of cum hit the floor. I was gasping and panting, having spent the past few minutes being fucked like an animal. I saw a young black guy near me, stroking a nice sized cock, and locked in the moment I shuffled my ass towards him and impaled myself on it. He made no effort to stop me and I worked my cummy hole all the way down his shaft. Between the previous big cocks and their loads it was effortless to work his whole cock in and out. He came in less than a minute, and I noticed another man was stroking next to us, so I shifted and was then filled with by the cock of a stranger. I tightened the grip on the condom in my hand as he shot his load into my ass. I left in a panic. Two weeks have passed, and while I haven't yet returned to the bathhouse, there is no doubt in my mind it was the best gay sex I have ever had.

As I sit here typing I am wearing my favorite cowboy hat. It was my first time at the local ABS. I had driven by it many times and my imagination ran wild thinking of everything that could be going on in the darkness of that building. I had spent hours reading up stories of anonymous breeding at these places: The anonymity of a glory hole, the pure animal nature of a group of men dumping their loads in a willing cum slut, the promise of dick overload in every dirty corner. Many loads of cum have been stroked out of my own cock imagining myself there. I couldn’t believe I was finally here. I had some “experience” about how these places worked thanks to all the stories told in online forums. I walked through the front door and the attendant looked up from his phone and stared for a bit. I bet he wasn’t used to seeing a cowboy walk in through his door. I had gone all the way with my gear. Threw on my tightest pair of Wranglers, my trusty pair of muddy and beat up cowboy boots, my biggest rodeo buckle and, of course, my cowboy hat. I was ready to ride. These Wranglers make my ass look good, so I was sure it would draw cum-filled cocks my way. I walked around to get a lay of the land. I saw the booths, and saw what I had been hoping to find: glory holes on both sides. Perfect. That was what I needed. There were a couple of guys around, some wearing wedding bands. I got a lot of looks, so I knew the Wrangler ass was working. Making eye contact with a big guy with a full thick beard as he walked into one of the middle booths and closed the door, I walked into the adjoining booth, my heart racing, my dick already starting to push against my tight Wranglers. The sounds and the smell of sex were overloading my senses. The adrenaline was racing, my heart was beating so fast, my cock was screaming to be let out, and my ass was in desperate need of cum. I peeked through the hole and saw my target rubbing his bulge through his jeans. The bulge was looking nice and big, so I tapped the hole as I watched him pull out his cock. I gasped, not because it was big, but because he had a PA. I couldn’t believe it. PAs have been on my fantasy list for a long time, and here it was, about to be coming in through a glory hole for me to enjoy. At the same time, I could hear there was someone else in the other booth on the other side of mine. I was in cum slut mode, so I tapped the other hole and through it came a glistening dick. I turned around to grab it and it was slick and I could tell I wasn’t going to be his first that night. FUCK YEAH. I unbuckled my belt and dropped them to the ground, with the buckle making a loud metal clunk on the floor. The hat was getting in the way, so I put it on the floor beneath me as I backed my ass onto the glistening dick. As I did so, it definitely perked up a bit. He backed out and I put my ass on the partition, with my hole lined up for him to use. As I did this, PA dick popped in through the other hole, right in front of my face. The piggy who designed this place definitely knew what he was doing and I appreciated his efforts. Meanwhile, as I admired the beautiful cock with a thick PA ring, the glistening dick came up against my hole and pushed its way in, poking about a bit. I felt the warmth of the cock head against my back door, but then he backed up and with momentum rammed it into me. This jolt of pain had me putting my mouth on PA dick until I could feel the metal deep down my throat. It stung a bit. I had never taken a pierced dick. I was loving it. My own dick was starting to get wet. I never precum, but this time, FUCK, it was just oozing out. As my ass got used to the dick inside of me, glistening dick got into a rhythm and I worked the PA dick harder. The two men were really getting into using me, and I was no less pleased. The guy in my ass didn’t last very long, and I could hear him groan and felt my insides being covered in the first load of the night. He pulled out of me and walked out of the booth. Damn, that was a good start. Now I could focus on the other dick, and with my ass now thoroughly lubed, I was going to get my fantasy fulfilled by getting bred by a PA dick. I lifted my head off PA Dick, and saw it shining with my spit. The PA reflecting the little light that came in the room. He didn’t move, so this was my queue that he wanted more. I turned around and rubbed my hole on PA Dick. He backed out and I pushed my ass against the partition, and was ready for him, but nothing happened. WTF? I was ready for him to breed me. I turned around and looked through the hole. He was gone. Shit. I won’t be getting a PA load. To be continued...

Last summer, my boy and I took a vacation to Europe together. It was one of those packages, seeing a different city every day for a week and a half before flying home. We thought it would be exhilarating, but it turned out to be exhausting. When passing through Berlin, we decided to separate from the group and see the gay neighborhood. I had sort of hoped we’d get up to some naughty fun so I brought a small tube of lube and condoms in my shirt pocket, just in case. I bet there was a place where I could fuck him, safely, with maybe a few strangers watching. The very idea got my cock stirring. We fuck bare in private, but I didn’t want any strangers to think my boy was a slut who took all loads… We wound up in a two-level club with a sign proclaiming CRUISING BASEMENT. The street level bar looked like a normal bar, except with flat screen televisions playing bareback porn. There was a set of stairs at the back of the bar down to what must have been the cruising area. We were both kind of nervous being there, with nothing like that in our hometown, or even in most big cities in America for that matter. We quickly downed two large beers each in quick succession. We joked about exploring downstairs and seeing what trouble we could get into. Maybe some beers would help ease our angst and loosen us up a bit. My boy asked the bartender where the restroom was, and he gestured with a wink to the dark staircase. I knew he had to take a piss and he got up to head downstairs as I ordered another beer. A few minutes went by. Then a few minutes more passed. I was halfway through my beer and needed to take a piss myself. I gulped down the rest of my drink, paid our tab, grabbed my boy’s untouched beer and headed to find him. I found the bathroom, surprisingly clean and well-lit. No sign of my boy. I took a piss into a stainless steel trough urinal, holding my boy’s beer with one hand and my streaming cock in the other. I felt someone come up behind me, and press his crotch into my ass. I melted into him as he reached around and shook the last droplets from my dick. He pulled way, knelt down and took me into his mouth, moaning as he deep-throated me, occasionally holding up a bottle of poppers to huff. I like good head as much as anyone, but I was worried about my boy. I pulled the guy off my now-wet dick and backed out of the bathroom. The guy stayed on his knees grinning at me as I headed into the darkness to rescue my boy if he needed rescuing or to join in some raunchy, hopefully safe fun. In the darkness, I followed the sound of whispers and groans down a short hallway where I found my boy in an open doorway, leaning out and moaning, with his eyes closed. I reached out to feel his chest. His shirt was pulled up behind his neck. He clenched his eyes and I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was so dark that I could barely see that his pants were at his ankles, and someone was eating his ass. I grabbed my boy’s hard cock and he swatted my hand away. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes. He reached out to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, supporting his weight as the stranger worked his ass. My boy whispered, or rather hissed into my ear "Is it okay if he fucks me?" I murmured approval, extracted the condom from my pocket, and handed it to the top who stood up and started slapping his sizeable dick against my boy’s wet ass crack. Of course I expected him to pull on the condom, but instead he scoffed and threw it to the dirty ground, pushed my boy’s back down so it was parallel to the floor, and his ass arched up. My boy grabbed onto my waist with both arms as the stranger lurched forward. My boy yelped and I knew the top had entered him raw. Just then the guy who had briefly blown me in the bathroom stepped out of the darkness and held his bottle of poppers under my boy’s nostrils. My boy huffed deep and held his breath. Had I been thinking clearly, I might have tried to stop it, but I was honestly too turned on. The top pounding my boy’s raw ass went at it for about thirty seconds, only to mutter "Too tight. Gonna make me breed him too soon." Then giving a disapproving grimace he pulled out and disappeared into the shadows. My boy was dizzy from the experience. I grasped both of his hands and led him towards a deep bench against a wall. I sat down and he collapsed, face first into my lap, thinking he would take a quick nap, but I was wrong. He shimmied my pants down and swallowed my hard dripping cock to the root. I was still wet with the poppers guy’s spit. I knew there were other guys around. I could hear them whispering, and kissing, and sucking, and fucking. Knowing that at least some of them were watching really got me hot. The guy with the poppers had followed us and knelt down behind my boy, diving into his freshly-fucked ass with his tongue. My boy moaned on my dick. The guy lapped away for a few moments and then crouched down behind him. From my place on the bench, I watched as his aimed his raw cock into my boy’s willing ass. My boy squealed as he took another raw anal assault. The poppers guy took a huff and then leaned over my boy, making him do the same, and then offering them to me. I took the bottle and inhaled very deeply as the poppers guy's pace picked up only to halt. I knew he was firing his cum into my boy’s bare hole. He slapped my boy’s sweaty, and now cummy ass and pulled out. I thought he’d go away, but he leaned towards my boy and whispered with his thick German accent, theatrically so everyone around could hear "Good thing that other guy didn’t blow his load inside you. He’s POZZED up more than a few tourists here." He chuckled as my boy fisted his cock, his moans announcing he himself was close to cumming. The poppers guy laid down on his back, under my boy, on that filthy sticky floor, gobbling down my boy’s cock just in time to swallow his load. Just then, the first guy, the hulking POZ one, crept out of the darkness again. His huge cock was still wet and shiny, either from my boy’s hole or from some other bottom in the basement darkness. He slapped it against my boy’s cummy crack a few times, leered at me, and slammed all the way in. My boy tried to swallow my dick, but the top was so aggressive that he mostly just moaned with an open mouth around the head. He fucked my boy hard and quick for no more than two minutes. He cursed in Dutch, or German maybe, a few times before quickening his pace and then pounding six times with decreasing speed, filling my boy with toxic seed. It got me super close to going over the edge. My boy felt my nuts tightening up and pulled off my cock. The POZ top disappeared and the poppers guy just laughed as I pulled away and got behind my boy, marveling at the cum streaking down his thighs and the low light glistening on his sweaty back. I slid easily into is loose sloppy hole and came after five seconds. My boy threw his head back and lost another load into the poppers guy’s eager mouth. My boy stood up on his trembling legs and threw his arms around me, kissing me deeply. He growled into my ear "We gotta get out of here, and fast, or I’m going to wind up taking every load in this basement." "And what would be so bad about that?" I asked. He kissed me hard, grinned and waved at me, and backed away into the darkness….

I came across this clip on Tumblr but I don't know who these guys are or what video this is from. I'd love to be able to watch the entire thing (especially where the other guy is apparently going to give him his load too). https://vt.tumblr.com/tumblr_o98z81fKxx1u8ooi9.mp4#_=_

I love feeling like a sleazy slut as some anonymous top breeds my hole, especially if he is one of many. I can remember the first time feeling that way was in the much lamented Club New Orleans (my home away from home, god damn I miss that place). I was perched on the edge of the bed in one of those tiny rooms, on all fours crouched low so this somewhat short stocky guy could fuck me. He was probably in his mid fifties, kinda homely with a body that was well muscled but getting a bit soft. Had a fantastic cock though. I like em average and thick. I think I met him at a gloryhole. He took me back to his room. We never talked, just me sucking his meat then bending over. I felt like such a sleaze letting this ugly dude bareback my hole and it felt great. I often wack off thinking about it. Of course gloryholes are great for feeling this way. I am always happy to back my lubed up hole to one and see who will take advantage. One of my favorite memories is of this guy who was fucking me through a gloryhole and all I could see of him was his feet under the partition. He would go up on his toes everytime he thrust. That was so hot to watch! Give me a bottle of poppers and I could spend hours with my ass or face pressed up to a gloryhole. On the flip side one of the best fucks (me as top) I can remember was at a gloryhole in Club Z in Seattle. I fucked some guy with the sweetest hole I have ever had. Have no idea what he looked like. I have a suspicion it might have been this old troll that used to come into the store I worked at cuz he was lurking around the play area the same time I was. Man oh man did his sphincter feel amazing. It really worked my load out. I tried to make it last but that was not an option. Then there is the public sling. Got lots of those stories. Many a man has bred my hole in many a sling. Now that will really make you feel like a cumdump whore. So guys what makes you feel like a sleazy whore? Do you enjoy it? Ever regret it?

TAXI DRIVER **This happened about a month or so ago. I read another post about a taxi driver and that reminded me that I haven’t posted this encounter on here (I did on another site at the time)** Certain things can combine to form a situation that you really didn’t anticipate. One night after drinks with friends and seeing no prospects for the evening, I hopped into a cab to head home. I was tipsy and horny and flying solo. I didn’t really talk to the driver, mainly concentrating on staying awake until I got home. I’m sure if I’d met someone at the bar I would have been wired and up for some all night fuck fun. Since I was going home alone, all I could think about was my bed. As we got closer to my street the taxi driver asked me something, but being so spaced out I had give my head a shake and ask him to repeat himself. He asked me if I had someone waiting for me at home. I said that it was probably just my roommates, though I suddenly could tell he meant something other than just going home to an empty house. He pulled the car off to the side at the end of my block and switched it off. Turning around I actually got a good look at him for the first time. Not great looking, but not bad, either. His accent was thick, Turkish I think. “You want some company?” he asked me. Even though I didn’t find him all that attractive, I immediately felt a stirring in my pants, and my butt hole convulsed. I had already gone through the trouble of cleaning before going out tonight just in case, and clearly my ass was telling me to do something about it. I glanced up the street and could see that my housemates were definitely home (the lights were on in their rooms), so there was no way I was bringing a strange taxi driver home. My sluttiness is something that is for my knowledge, not theirs. So, I told him my house was out of the question. He kind of lunged over the seat at me and jammed a HUGE tongue into my mouth. He tasted of cigarettes and smelled a little of sweat. And it was turning me on even more (even though I did quit smoking years ago). So I kissed him back, tongues duelling, lots of heavy breathing, and he made very masculine growling noises in the back of his throat that were a fucking turn-on. When we broke the kiss he sat back down in his seat, turned the engine back on and pulled away only to pull into a dark alley behind a closed business. From there he climbed over the seat (I don’t live in a city where they have a wall of plexi glass between you) and was next to me in a flash. His hands were strong as they grabbed at me, pulling me in for another kiss while he took a handful of butt in each hand. I used my free hands to roam and check out what he had going on downstairs. He was rocking a cock that reminded me of his tongue -big and thick. As soon as I got a good feel of his cock, he pulled his mouth from mine and said, “Can I fuck you?” “Fuck yeah!” I told him. So there I was, quite drunk, in the back seat of a car with a swarthy man, about to let him fuck me in a dark alley. I do love feeling like a whore and this was doing it for me. While he opened his pants, I managed to work mine down to my ankles and then pull them completely off. Then I just climbed into his lap. He looked at me funny in the eyes. “No condom?” He didn’t seem upset by it, but curious why a guy like me would let a stranger like him enter me without protection. “You need one?” I asked. “No,” he said kind of breathy. He seemed extra excited now that he was going to fuck me bare. He grabbed my ass in his big hands and pulled me closer while he lined his big fat cock up with my hole, and as he kissed me again, he slowly lowered me onto his meat. I had douched but hadn’t lubed, but luckily he was leaking plenty for the both of us. His dick head nudged at my opening a few times to smear some wetness on me, and then he began to rut his hips up to jam more and more of his shaft into my ass. Once I took the big fat head in easily, I knew that I could just take the whole thing. Sometimes my ass surprises me and I can feel it just open up all on it’s own when I’m extra horny. I was probably lubing myself from the inside, too. On his next push up, I pushed down and sat entirely onto his whopper of a dick. Fuck, did I feel full, and damn that was a nice dick! As I sat there for a moment to appreciate the feel of it filling me, I almost laughed when I thought how its always the less attractive men who have the most beautiful cocks. At least that’s been my experience, anyway. Most of the good-looking men I’ve been with had small to average size -nothing wrong with that, either, I’m just saying . . . He seemed thrilled that he was all the way in me so fast, and he went back to growling again while he rutted his hips more, trying to get as much of him into my greedy fuck hole as possible. This wasn’t meant to be a lengthy session, so I got to work, riding that fat dick hard. Fuck, that thing felt so good slamming up into me. He had good staying power because we went on for at least 10 or 15 minutes and he showed no signs of getting close to cumming. I kind of wished that we were in bed for a good night of it -he could really give me a ride if this was how he fucked. He stopped and held me down for a moment and started looking around outside the car. This made me nervous because I thought someone might have found us. The last thing I wanted was to get busted. When I asked him, he said he was just checking if it was all dark around us, and then he lifted me off of his dick and got out of the car, dragging me along with him. He bent me over the trunk and entered me again, grabbing my hips and slamming me hard and deep. Now this was what my ass had been needing! This guy could fuck!! He was bordering on rough/abusive which I like, so it worked for me. Gripping me tight, the only sounds we could hear were the smack, smack, smack of our skin colliding and the odd grunt that we just couldn’t stifle. It was probably 5 minutes of that slam fucking and then he stopped, holding his dick in me, breathing hard. I looked back at him, wondering if he was cumming and I couldn’t feel it. “Did you cum?” I asked him. He smiled a very big smile. “Can I cum in you?” he marvelled. “Go for it, fill me up!” I told him. He instantly went back to slam fucking me for another couple of minutes and then started to growl as I felt his cock explode inside my ass. Damn! He shot so hard it triggered me and my dick started hosing down his license plate! I gritted my teeth to keep from yelling and cursing as my balls emptied on his car, and his emptied into me. His load was definitely proportionate to the size of his big dick and balls. I could really feel his load spraying my insides. Fuck it was heaven!! When he finished, he slowly eased his cock out of my well-fucked hole. As usual, I clamped my hole as tight as I could so I didn’t lose a drop of his precious seed. He pulled his pants back on, handed me mine, thanked me and took off. He didn’t ask me to pay him. I’m not sure which one of us got the tip. It was a good night for both of us.

From my experience, unloading in a hole is just as addictive for tops as getting a load is for bottoms. Up until a few months ago I was a total bottom and was only able to top in 3-way when I was the lucky guy in the middle -- I needed raw dick in my ass to top but found I really enjoy the experience of unloading in a bottom (especially if my ass is being pumped full of cum at the same time). Lately however, I find myself able to top more often in a one-on-one hookup situation because I know how good it's going to feel when I unload inside a warm wet hole and am slowly working my way to becoming fully versatile. The most important part of sex for me now is that someone needs to take a load and it's no longer imperative that it's my ass getting filled. I guess I'm now addicted to both giving and receiving loads as I no longer say no to hooking up with total bottoms who refuse to top. I just want a hot fuck where someone walks away with a sloppy hole

I met a cut 26 year old last week - 5'7", trim, smooth. he was with NW London, so took an hour or so to come over. We met on line. We kissed for hours. What a hottie :-) He sat on my face and I could have rimmed for ever. We touched and caressed. Not a huge cock - but hard and attached to him. I oiled his black skin up and his glistened. I took another bump and sat on his cock. No way was he leaving with dumping a load. He screwed his face up in concentration, rubbing my prostate. We kissed and then I could feel him pulse and jizz inside me - a young man's cum pumped in, before he had to go to work. hehe Oh the look of lust! he fucked me deep and with passion.

Chapter XV Well, it has now been over two months since I got fucked by this massive cocked stranger and my boy just a short time after and we had been told the guy was poz. Had not been able to get ahold of him since either. My boy and I keep thinking and talking about that massive cock and how great it felt in our holes. Neither of us has had any kind of symptoms, no 'fuck flu' or anything. We are thinking of getting tested in the next couple of days to see if anything shows up. Meanwhile, every time we talk about it we have amazing sex. Best times we have ever had together, even if our work schedules still seem to not mesh well at times. Today, now, out of the blue, I got an email from the poz guy. 11" of thick cut beautiful cock poz guy. yum. He started with the usual small talk asking how we had been and so forth and how busy he had been. He included, finally, a really nice pic of his cock too. Then he dropped the bomb on me. He told me he had been fucking with our minds and had been on meds and was totally undetectable when he had fucked us both. Told me he was pretty sure we were holding our breath waiting for symptoms that probably were never going to come. He added a LOL to that. I let out, I am sure, a very audible gasp or sigh when I read that. He wasn't done with the shocks though. He went on to say that fucking us had been so hot and telling us he was filling our holes with poz cum he could hardly think of anything else. Since fucking my boy, he had went home thought about it and threw out his meds and had not taken any in the last two months now. He had went for testing a couple of days ago and his Viral Load was over 200,000 already and now he wanted to really fuck us both and make sure we did get pozzed. He went on to ask when we could be ready for it? What the hell, we really had not wanted it in the first place or did we? He told me to let him know soon as his vl would keep going up for us. He signed off saying; from your best and wildest dream man waiting to make you both free. I immediately signed off, gasping for breath. What the hell? He was about the hottest fuck ever but POZ, I didn't want that I didn't think. I had basically went wild when he told me originally, so maybe I did want it? I would have to talk with my love about this and could hardly wait for him to get home. It seemed like forever, but was only a couple of hours later when my guy came home from work. I immediately told him I had something to show him. I opened my emails up and had him read the ONE. By the time he was done reading it, he was just like me, breathing hard and trying to grasp the idea of this crazy scheme being proposed to us. After reading this we both just sat and stared into each other's eyes for a long time. I don't think either of us could quite get our minds wrapped around this. I know we were both relieved to hear we were not likely to be poz but was also sure that we both could not stop thinking how hot the fucks we had had from him had been. After what seemed like an eternity we leaned together and kissed and ended up stumbling into the bedroom and almost ripping each other's clothes off and then my boy was deep inside my hole and pounding away hard and fast with his cock. He pummeled my hole mercilessly for a good half hour before ramming his hardest three or four more times and burying his cock to the hilt as he filled my hole with his cum. We laid there for a long time just kissing and caressing each other's bodies then. We then fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms to dream of an 11" poz cock reaming our holes---or maybe not? We had a hard decision to make now.

I'm amazing at this game! I watch porn often enough and I have amazing face-name memory. The scene looked to be from RFC so it was pretty easy to find. Here you go: http://www.rawfuckclub.com/vod/RFC/watch.php?video=R32F

After years of watching Breeding Zone from the sidelines, I finally took my first load last night. I met a guy off BBRT and went over to his place. Right from the beginning he took control, which I absolutely loved. After slowly undressing me he pushed me onto the bed, and sent tingles through my body as he touched me in all the right places. I can honestly say no one's made me feel that good. That said, I wish his dick had been bigger. Even with his piercing he didn't stretch me as much as I wanted. I was also able to get his whole cock in my mouth with room to spare. Not great. Still, having a raw dick in my hole and being bred felt so right! I swear after he came, I could feel the cum in my ass. It was like a cool, tingling sensation that made me content. I could definitely get addicted to that Initially he started to wipe his dick clean, but wanting to be a good submissive, I asked to clean it myself. After that I started rimming him. I ended-up spending 20 minutes under a rim seat servicing him. It was the first time I ate out an ass, and it definitely won't be the last. The session ended when be bred me a second time, in the process affirming my ass was made for loads! I still can't believe that I've finally taken my first load, but now that I have, I don't ever want to use a condom again. I'm so glad I found Breeding Zone, which was the initial spark for wanting to go raw. Now I'm really on my journey from a safe sex only bottom, to a cumdump for all loads!

Deep, hard, fast, nasty, multiple orgasms, all night, raw fucking. If I wanted slow and gentle, I'd get me a boy friend. The only time I want to hear the word "Love" is when a top is punishing my boi pussy with his huge dick and he growls, "Yeah bitch, you LOVE this fuckin' dick, don't cha?...you cum LOVIN' slut! Now I wanna hear you scream that you LOVE gettin' fucked by my big raw cock! "

My husband and I invited a pup over to play and this guy is not really into anal; started playing with his hot hole and he wanted more--after some pounding he was begging for my cum....which was all I needed.....I filled his nice hot tight hole full!!

Fucking hot. I love the contrast between the intimacy of Mitch and Cole and Mitch's acceptance of his cumdump status!

By: Orion5419 http://www.xtube.com/video-watch/HIS-TURN-GETTING-BREEDED-29200721 HIS TURN GETTING BREEDED A HARD California vid His FIRST BLACK DICK of a fan of my page from a small town just out side of San Fransisco California. Bradly (24 years old) Wanted a chance to Conqure my dick like its a mountain. the first day didn't go well so we went out and got some "help" and returned next week for a rematch!

When ever I am at either of thoes I tend to fuck the asses of guy who are in a room or have there asses up in the air.

LOL. It's FUN being a whore. I like going lower and lower -- more anonymous, more public, more risky... older, fatter, dirtier men... more and more and more men -- each time. No bathhouses where I am -- just adult bookstores. But I make the most of them, backing up on gloryholes and licking cum off video screens. I don't see how I can go any lower.

Shinelover..what a twisted taboo story. How dare you... ...fill my mind with this hot story about taking loads and loads of full blown cum! I am "savoring" this gem in my hard seeping cock, tight hole and hungry drooling mouth! Great job man! I fucking love it!!!! )

EVEN LOWER - PART 2 After taking that first load I had a few minutes to catch my breath and let it all sink in. I had done this. I was the one who followed this sick looking guy and begged him to fill me with his huge dick and toxic seed. Did I really want more? I know that’s what I just thought, but did I really? In a matter of seconds, a million thoughts and feelings warred inside of me. There was still a piece of me that wondered if it was too late to turn back and pretend like none of this had ever happened. A larger part, however, was in the driver's seat. The rush that my body and mind had experienced getting fucked by this man, filled with his cum, was unlike any that I had ever had before. Some people believe that a fuck is a fuck, but I have been bred many times before and none of them could compare to being taken by a man with a death sentence. I definitely wanted MORE! “Anybody else?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at the room of men circling around me now like hungry wolves. The man who had just broken the seal spoke up first. “AIDS and high viral loads only,” he urged, adding “Nobody who is neg and nobody who is on PrEP.” 'Okay', I thought, 'he’s going to be my pimp. I can live with that'. A couple of guys just left at that point, not meeting the criteria, I suppose. And a few of the bottoms I’d seen getting fucked before also left. They must not have been at all versatile, but most of the guys remained, and one by one each took his turn in violating my cumsloppy pighole. A couple were full blown AIDS cases, and the rest were just shooting high viral loads. A few even stuck around for round two, so in total I took lucky 13 toxic loads up my ass. I didn’t realize it but at some point my original AIDS fucker had stepped out for a couple of minutes to retrieve something, and when the guys had all had their way with me, he stuffed a nice fat butt plug in my hole, remarking “There, all sealed up. You don’t take this butt stuffer out until your ass absorbs all of our gifts, you got it?” he told me forcibly. “Yes, Sir,” I replied nodding. He slapped me on the ass and said, “Good, I’ll see you around, you fucking whore,” with a huge grin on his face. After that, I dressed and left, walking home with my clothes sticking to my sweat-slick skin. I also noticed that I stunk of sweat and cum. It was really obvious when I got in the elevator in my building. A couple of guys got in and smirked at me, clearly knowing exactly what that smell was. I had moved into a building in the gay ghetto only a month before, so I didn't really know anyone yet, but I'm more than sure that most of the guys in my building would recognize that I was wearing the unmistakable scent of Eau de CumPig. One guy got out a couple of floors on, but the second guy stayed in with me and faced me. “So in smells like you’ve had some fun today.” He was sexy and handsome with a rough edge - every bit the type of guy you might see in a Treasure Island Media film. I felt my face flush and I had no clue what to say to him. I had always kept my sex completely separated from the outside world and now I felt like I was wearing a big neon sign above my head that said, ‘AIDS CUMDUMP WHORE HERE!’ with a big flashing arrow pointing down at me. “And the pig blushes,” he laughed at me and then took steps closer. “Giving or taking?” he asked close to my face. Clearly this guy wasn’t shy about it, so why the fuck should I be? I suddenly felt empowered and more confident. “Taking,” I replied solidly. “How many?” he asked simply. “Thirteen.” “Did you ask status or does it matter to you?” “They were all high viral or AIDS loads.” His eyebrows shot up and he looked both surprised and fascinated. “And you are . . .” “Was negative . . . at the time,” I admitted. Suddenly he pinned me up against the elevator wall, his breath so hot against my face, and his impressive bulge digging into my abdomen. “Not any more, I would imagine. Fucking pig,” he growled, and then reached over and hit another button on the panel. “You’re coming with me for a little detour,” he added with a crooked smile. I felt a moment of panic -I was basically being abducted. But then I also noticed how my own dick was throbbing in my pants. Obviously it wasn’t that big a deal to me. So I didn’t bother to fight him when he pulled me out on the twenty-first floor and dragged me down a couple of doors and knocked. A cute guy in a nurse's uniform answered the door, giving us a slight smile. “Is he awake?” my abductor asked. “Yeah, he seems in good spirits today,” the nurse replied. “Why don’t you go out for a walk,” my abductor told him. “We need a few minutes alone.” The nurse looked me up and down. Apparently that damned neon sign was back. But he didn’t seem to mind, simply grabbing a set of keys and heading down towards the elevator while we went inside. He led me to the bedroom, which was dark with the curtains closed. It had that smell from being closed up. And something else? The smell one encounters at hospitals. Where there are sick people. The man who lay in the bed was even more frail than the first guy who had bred me today. They exchanged a few pleasantries, and in the process I learned my abductor's name was David, and that of the sick man was Stu. Gesturing at me, David remarked “This pig has just been getting loaded up by some pretty sick guys. I thought you might like to fill him up. I know what a big load you shoot.” The sick man smiled. “Sure, it might be my last,” he said. Immediately the sheet covering him began to tent. “Climb on, might as well make one final donation and leave some more of my DNA behind.” David gave my ass a swat and I took off my shoes and pants. I climbed up and straddled the small man in the bed, careful to not put my full weight down on his frail looking pelvis. David was behind me and slipped the butt plug gently out of my hole so that I could clamp up and not lose any of the previous loads. David then guided Stu’s hard cock into my hole. Unlike his skeletal body his dick was thick and meaty. He went in very easily and once again my ass felt amazing. I rode him at a decent pace, taking him all the way in and then sliding up until he almost popped out, and then all the way back down. Instead of feeling scared or disgusted with myself for letting such a sick guy dump his cum into me, I felt a sense of pride. The smile and look of bliss on his face told me that I might be giving this man his final pleasure in life. Doesn’t every dying man want one last fuck? He gasped, yelled, and shuddered under me as he suddenly exploded in my ass. I couldn't believe it. With all of the cum already lining my insides, I could actually feel him firing off in my ass. Not just the throbbing of his dick, but it really felt like a hose spraying me inside. It was powerful, and one of the greatest things I have ever felt in my entire life. When he was done, I gently leaned forward, allowing his softening cock to slide out of my sloppy hole, and gave him a gentle kiss, and as I did so, to my surprise I felt David enter me from behind. I hadn’t even felt him climb up onto the bed. He pounded me hard and deep. With one hand holding my right hip, he held me down with his left, so I had no choice but to continue exchanging sloppy wet tongue kisses with the dying Stu. David fucked me so hard that some of the cum was working it’s way out of my hole and getting my ass all wet. I really felt possessive of those loads and didn’t want to lose any of it, but I guess my hole had to make room for his huge dick. At this point I was so loose I really couldn’t tell just how big he was, but it felt big enough for me to still feel it. “Aaahhh, take it, you’re going to take my poz cum you fucking slut!” he barked at me. “You want my seed too, you pig? You want it?” “Knock me up!” I commanded as I returned to kissing Stu. No longer having to hold me down, David gripped my hips hard and slammed me so hard I couldn’t help but grunt with every thrust. The sound of sex combined with the sloppy wet smacking of his hips against my cum wet butt, rippling with every impact,. “You’re getting pregnant today, you fucking whore!” he yelled, pulling me entirely onto him one last time, and then, “Here it is! Take my toxic seed. Fuck yeah!” as his balls emptied into me. He panted and came for what felt like over a minute, his dick pulsing up inside of me the entire time. David stuck the butt plug back in my hole, we dressed and left Stu just in time for the nurse to return. I noticed him laughing as we walked away. When we got to the elevators I checked my reflection and saw that my entire ass was sopping wet through my pants and you could even see the base of the plug sticking out of my hole. David and I exchanged apartment numbers as well as telephone numbers, if anything so he could keep track of my progress, but he also said that he had other full blown friends who might also enjoy using me. He got off the elevator on the next floor, and my floor was two floors higher. I lay down in my apartment, not even bothering to remove my nasty clothes, and contemplated my day. I couldn’t believe how depraved I had become. As I replayed everything in my mind and it was clear to me that even though my brain told me to never do it again, my body was already telling me to do it again. I opened my pants and began pumping my steel hard dick. That alone told me I had enjoyed it all. With the other hand I reached down and began playing with the plug in my ass, working it in and out while I stroked. When I knew I was going to cum I jammed the plug back in hard and screamed out loud as I began the most powerful orgasm of my life. The shots of cum actually reached my gasping mouth! I couldn’t help but think that that could possibly be my last negative load to come out of my balls. That thought alone kept me shooting, and even when I was done my dick did not soften. Now I had 15 loads of strangers' poison cum in my ass, my own cum on my chest, neck, and face, and a good sized mouthful of cum, too. I licked up every drop that I could, rolling it over my tongue to enjoy the taste and that special feel that cum has, before reluctantly swallowing it. My mind was spinning . . . I still needed MORE!

Part 3 I tried to break free, I was strong, but he was stronger. As thoughts rushed through my head about what he was going to do to me, my mind jumped back to myself jacking off to countless stealth and pozzing stories. Who the fuck was I kidding? I had fantasized about this scenario as much as I had about a PA. The adrenaline pump got stronger. I turned around and looked at Full Thick Beard. He was grinning. “I knew you were a fucking chaser. I’m going to put my DNA deep inside you” I grinned too. With his weight on me, and while I was still on the floor, on that filthy, sticky floor, he pulled my shoulders towards him and impaled my hole on his hard cock. HOLY FUCK. I had never been in so much pain. I could feel the PA tearing up my insides. I couldn’t see it, but I knew I was bleeding. How could he tear through with so much cum in me already? Who cares, I was in pig heaven. Wrapping his arms tightly around my chest, he pulled out all the way, and thrust back in, teasing my hole with the PA metal, over and over. “Yeah, you like it rough, don’t ya Cowboy?” I nodded as I moved my ass around, feeling the PA rip my insides even more. “Are you ready for my toxic seed Cowboy??” I nodded. “Tell me you want it. Beg me to knock you up with my charged babies, fucker” I begged. I pleaded for his DNA to enter my blood and stay with me for the rest of my life. He grabbed my hat, still on the floor, and put it under my cock. He pulled me closer as he thrust his PA Dick deep inside me. I felt it twitch. I heard him grunt. I felt his throbbing cock blasting cum inside me as the previous loads were leaking out of my hole. My hole was overflowing, the anonymous spunk was being replaced with the toxic product of all my fantasies. My body and mind were in ecstasy. I grabbed my Cowboy Hat and put it under my dick as I was blowing my largest load ever into it. I had never cum so hard. I had never cum like this without touching myself. My ass twitched, and I milked every single drop of toxic seed from PA Dick. As he continued to shudder, I knew his charged load was gushing out over the metal with every grunt. He pulled out, flipped me around and fed me PA Dick. I could taste the cumpilation of loads, the sweat from our bodies, and the blood from my insides. I could also feel that sting from earlier. I touched it. It wasn’t smooth metal, it had spikes on it. Once I cleaned him up, he put his toxic tool back into his jeans and told me to stand up. He picked up my hat and handed it to me “Better hang on to this hat Cowboy, it has your last clean load”. He then put his hand in his pocket and took out a piece of paper and a PA Ring, just like his, with the spikes on it. “Call my guy, he’ll get that special PA on your cock so you can spread my strain with your toxic loads” I walked out of the store full of cum, my heart still racing, my cock still throbbing in my Wranglers, wearing what I knew was the last non-toxic DNA I was ever going to shoot. I couldn’t wait for the flu.

I am the type of Cocksucker that would give nothing but Back to Back, All Bare Back Blowjobs up to 19 Hours Daily for Life if I could find enough Men's Dicks that I could Suck Off, and Yes, I always Swallow:O

Part 2 I was disappointed, but I was on a mission for cum. Thankfully, it was a busy night, and Glistening Dick’s booth had been occupied again. I tapped the glory hole and in came a brown uncut cock. I sucked on it to get it hard, but didn’t waste my time with sucking. As much as I love cum in all places, I wanted every single drop in my ass tonight. I turned around and rammed my ass on it. Brown Uncut Cuck must have been pleasantly surprised to find himself inside a warm wet hole, because after a couple of thrusts, he was unloading in me. I’m ok with a fast cummer, more loads for me. He pulled out and left the booth, but someone else walked in right behind him and put his dick through the hole. Word must be getting around that there’s a hole taking all loads. I jumped on this new dick and rode it dry. I started getting into a nice cum groove in there. One cock would unload in me, and another one would be ready to ride on the other side of the booth. I wasted no time getting all those loads in my ass. I could hear the guys walking out whisper about the sloppy hole in that booth. I kept thinking of PA Dick and how bad I still wanted it. I had been hard and pre-cumming like crazy. I had never seen so much pre-cum ooze out of my cock. I was loving all these loads. My Cowboy Hat had been under me the whole time, and it was covered in pre-cum. I was in pig heaven, eyes closed, with a cock gliding in and out of my hole. I heard a door lock. The partition behind me started grunting and I focused on the pulsing dick in my ass. I opened my eyes and saw a silhouette by my booth door. Ooops, guess I “forgot” to lock it. My eyes adjusted and I saw Full Thick Beard standing in front of me, grinning. “Damn Cowboy. Everyone is talking about the hole in this booth. You’re a fucking cum slut” I smiled as I pulled away from the glory hole, the pulsating cock slipping out of my ass with the last spurts of cum falling outside of my hole. Damn, what a waste, but I couldn’t let PA Dick get away again. I leaned toward Full Thick Beard, my Wranglers wrapped around my boots, and got on my knees. I immediately went for his jeans and opened them up to release PA Dick again. There it was, waiting for me. I then noticed something in the dim light. A tattoo. I instantly knew what it was. I leaned back. Shit. I knew I was here for raw loads, but this one came with a warning. I wasn’t prepared for this. I got up and took a step back, tried to pull my jeans up, but they were tightly wrapped around my boots. Full Thick Beard stepped forward. “What’s the matter Cowboy, you afraid of some metal?”. I shook my head, I pointed at his tattoo and said I wasn’t ready for THAT. “You’re in luck Cowboy, my Toxic Prince always knocks holes up”. Scared, I tried to bolt around him and get to the door, but bound at my feet by my own clothing, I stumbled and fell to my knees. “What's the matter slut? You don't want one more load?” he said, as he pushed down on my shoulders and got on top of me with a weight I was not expecting. FUCK. The reality set in. I panicked. My survival instincts kicked into high gear.

I love being a slutty whore and doing the nastiest things; taking every cock, cumload, getting drenched in piss, having total strangers use my body. I embrace it, i'm not ashamed to be a slut!

Wednesday Night I made it to the gym and head to the locker room, I needed to change into different shoes, mainly because I hate tracking dirt all over the gym from outside. Went to my locker open it up and staring at me were two water bottles. I know I hadn’t put them there and there was a not attached to one that said “Drink Me”. These ones looked slightly different from the usually ones, they had a tinge of almost dark brown yellow, I figured they must just be a stronger formula. I grabbed one and brought it to my lips. It was warm from being in the locker and tasted a bit acrid but I just chugged it right down and kept going until the bottle was empty. Feel a bit of a flush I head out to the gym floor and over to the free weights. While walking over I noticed Cashier from the porn shop doing cardio on the treadmill, I don’t remember him being part of my gym but I smiled and nodded hello on my way past. He gave a slight nod and a smirk and kept running. The sweat was pouring form his body into his black tank and shorts. Over in the free weight area I started with some light curls and then some flys to working my upper body hard. Seated arms raises and some triceps flex. Did some skull crushers and by that time almost an hour had past. I didn’t see cashier in the cardio area anymore and I was feeling a bit sore. Since the butt plug was still in my ass I know I was going to do any squats. As it was the motions I had been going through and the hard bench had worked the plug in my hole pretty well. A noticeable bulge was sneaking down my shorts. Back in the locker room I decided relaxing stint in the steam room would be a great idea. I went to my locker and took off my clothes and noticed a message on my phone. I checked into my voicemail and heard that voice again, my mind was fuzzy, sweat broke out all over my body, my cock pulsed and dripped precum before the end. “Thank you sir” escaped my lips and I grabbed the other bottle and drained it before wrapping a towel around my waist and making my way to the steam room. Once inside the steam was tick as fuck today, I could barely make out the other side of the room. My bare feet slapped against the wet tiles as I made my way to the back and pulled my towel off to slay it down on the bench. The door to the room opened and I saw a tall shape coming towards me. I smiled when I saw it was the Cashier, his body swollen form his workout. I stood up to greet him and he leaned in, whisper things in my ear I can’t recall, it all came out so fast. He pulled away and I nodded knowing what to do. I turned around and got on my knees and present my plug. His hand roved all over my hairless body, grasping the plug firmly in his hand he started to pull. A moan escaped m lips and I bit my hand trying not to make any noise. Finally the pug came out of my hole with an audible plop noise and a sigh escaped my lips. My hand crept back feeling my hole, what once had been tight now stayed open, gaping as if waiting to be filled. A finger slide around the outside of the hole and a moan escaped my lips. The cashier leaned on my back; I could feel his sweat on me, his caged metal cock pressing against my hole. He whispered in my ear again and my world started to fade. The last clear image was of 6 guys coming out of the steam before everything went black……. Thursday Morning I woke up in my bed slightly disoriented not knowing how I got home last night. All I remember was going into the steam room and seeing the Cashier and then everything got very fuzzy. My hand glided down my smooth body, tweaking my nipples making a moan starting my my chest and emerge from my parted lips. I shifted my body and felt something move. Looking down my hand looked different and I couldn’t figure out why, but it looked very strange. I slowly got up from my bed and gasp and I felt the shift happen in my ass again. Making my way to the bathroom I turned around expecting to see the safety catch for my plug and instead found a loop of rope. Grabbing hold of it I begin to pull with my hand while pushing with my ass muscled. A giant read ball popped out making my cock drip and a sigh issue form my lips. I kept pulling and another popped out, the sensation was incredible. The benwa balls were rubbing across my prostate as each one slid from my stretched hole. I was starting to feel empty again. The 5th ball popped out and still rope was in my ass. I pull slowly and felt something squishy sliding out. And stared in amazement, tied at the end was a condom full of cum. I wasn’t sure how many guy contributed to it but I knew what I had to do. I grabbed the scissors for the bathroom sink, snipped the condom and poured the whole contents into my mouth. Savoring all the loads as then slid down my throat, tasting the different mingled flavors. Something was still weird there was a light string almost like dental floss still attached to the end of the benwa balls. I pulled the string carefully I didn’t even feel it in my gaping hole. Something popped out of my ass and swung from the end of the string. Looking down in horror I realized then why my hand looked odd and different. Attached to the string behind the condom full of who know whose loads, was my wedding ring…….

Part 11 I glared at my coach, his wet cock dangling over my mouth. When I didn’t open my mouth, coach punched me hard in the guts. I fought the reaction of screaming, clenching my jaw and squinting at the pain. “Let me see if I can help you out here, Coach.” Marquise was now standing at my ass, holding what could be described as a club in his hand. The cock was light brown, contrasting with his darker skin. I couldn’t figure the length, but the width was terrifying. “Alright pussy, here comes your first black dick in that cum dump you got going on. This is gonna hurt you a lot more then it will me. I’m gonna make you regret calling me nigger.” He shoved my legs as wide apart as they would go and slammed his cock into me, ripping me apart again, taking my cherry again. I opened my mouth to scream and coach took that opportunity to shove his cock, now soft but still impressively long, in to my mouth. “Yeah, Joey, you are such a dirty little slut, taking cock at both ends. Taste all that cum, three different flavors. Suck it clean, I don’t want your fucking ass on me, or the cum.” Marquise was enjoying the pain I was experiencing as he pounded mercilessly into my hole. “Sunnofabitch. I don’t know how, but this little bitch is tighter then my girl the first time I ripped her open. You got a serious gift with this pussy.” I could hear some disgusting noises coming from my ass: a slurping noise when Marquise pulled out, a squelching sound when he slammed back in. I could feel cum drooling out of my hole, sliming my hole, my ass crack and down my back. “Hey bro, what’s the limit that we can do to this little queer?” His brother responded, “Limit? Fuck limits. This bitch is here for anything you fucking sickos can throw at him. What do you want to do?” Coach leaned across me, his cock still lodged in my mouth, and said something to his brother. “Damn, bro, you sure you want to do that to him already? He’s just a cute, innocent young boy.” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice as both started laughing. “Drink up, Joey.” I was confused until I tasted a hot, bitter fluid filling my mouth. “Oh, god, he’s pissing in my mouth,” flashed briefly in my mind, before the panic of drowning replaced it. “Start swallowing, Joey. Unless you wanna be known as the queer slut who died choking on piss while having a huge black dick stretching his ass.” The guys laughed and shouted insults at me. I started swallowing, fighting the urge to throw up with each gulp I took. Coach finally finished pissing and pulled his cock out of my mouth. “That was awesome Joey, I’ve never been able to get a woman to do that for me. I think I’m gonna have some fun using you after all you little faggot.” Coach looked me straight in the eyes, spit as hard as he could into one of them, and punched me in the jaw. “You still make me sick.” Marquise pulled my attention back to him, “Hey cunt boy, watch me.” I slowly turned to look into his face, which was covered in a gleam of sweat. The pain of the punch to my jaw, and the continued humiliation of being turned into a pussy, blocked the pain of the rape that was going on. I closed my eyes, which only caused Marquise to lash out. My eyes snapped open after he punched my balls as hard as he could. “Don’t you ever close your eyes when I’m fucking you cunt. You need to look at me and know that my black MASTER cock is raping that little white pussy of yours. Making you know your role is to be a white cunt boi for all men, but especially for BLACK MEN.” He looked me in the eyes, asking coach’s brother, “How many poz loads did he take?” “One poz and one from HIM.” Marquise smiled and grunted, “Here’s a toxic, AIDS load for your slime hole bitch.” Another load of scalding hot cum was shot deep in my guts, this one burning deeper than before. I simply mouthed, “Please, no.” “What the fuck did you just say bitch?” followed by another ball crushing punch. “Please, no. I can’t take anymore. I don’t want this.” Marquise finished pumping his seed in me. “Doesn’t matter, it’s in you boy. You got a big load of AIDS cum swimming up your guts, looking for a way in. Oh there’s a few other things in there too, been saving up for you.” He pulled his still hard cock out of my battered cunt. I reached down and could feel my hole gaping wide open. Soon, the hole retracted back around my finger, tightening up again. The brutality went on for hours, ending as the sun started to come up. I lost track of the number of cocks that fucked me, the faces becoming a blur of painful rape after painful rape. The guys were a mix of atrocious to gorgeous, skinny to fat, and younger than me to old enough to be my grandpa. In fact, one of the old guys made me call him “Granddaddy” as he raped me. The guys were freaks. Some kept me on my back, making me look in their eyes as they dumped their loads in me. Some flipped me over, enjoying ripping my head back, wrapping their arms around my throat and almost choking me unconscious. I lost track of the amount of piss I drank, only knowing that I had my own cock aimed at my face as I emptied my own bladder several times straight into my own mouth, making me the ultimate recycler. Guys forced me to take two cocks in my ass several times. The most brutal pairing was Marquise with his huge black dick and coach with his cock flaring up with his pure disgust, but he was grunting as loud as the other as he pumped loads into me. I know that some guys only did me once, while others came for seconds and thirds. One guy whispered, “Here cums my fourth load boy.” Some of the guys were even worse as they began to realize that the physical abuse was causing me pain, but there were no physical signs. I had guys strapping my back with their belts, beating my ass as they fucked loads in me. One guy repeatedly slapped me as he fucked me, smiling as he did it, saying, “Finally, I get to treat a bitch the way I really want to.” I was taken down from the table a couple of times, and had my face rubbed in the puddle of cum that had been deposited and then forced out of my hole as the fucking continued. Numerous times, guys would wipe all the cum from my ass crack and make me suck it from their fingers. Finally, the guys all dispersed. I lay there as cars and trucks roared to life and drove away. The agony was indescribable, as from head to toe there was almost no area of my body that had not been abused, assaulted and tormented. My ass was on fire, my hole tight, but still feeling the pain of all the rapes, the stretching from the double penetrations. “Get up Joey, you aren’t quite done yet for tonight.” I looked at him and said, “I can’t take anymore. Please just kill me, I can’t go on.” He laughed at my plea, but then the look on his face changed to, sympathy? “I know boy. But, this is only the beginning for you. Now get the fuck off the table, before the cleaning crew gets here. By the way, you really need to begin addressing me correctly, as Sir.” The sympathy quickly disappeared. I climbed off the table and looked around for the remainders of my pants or my shirt. “Don’t bother, they were taken by guys. You’re lucky you still have your jockstrap. Now walk to your fucking car. You don’t have a lot of time left.” He walked, I sort of hobbled/stumbled, to my car and he instructed me to get in the back seat and lay face down, with my ass up. I was afraid he was planning to fuck me and I whimpered a plea for him to not do it. “Don’t worry boy, I’m done with your ass for now.” I followed his order and he shut the door after me, getting in the driver’s seat. We drove for about 20 minutes, intermittent honking from other cars as they saw my sticking up. We arrived in downtown, in front of a tattoo shop. I heard him talking to someone on the phone and soon the door by my head was yanked open. “Come on bitch, hurry the fuck up.” I was dragged out, and then thrown over the shoulder of a huge, tattooed biker looking guy. He carried me in and tossed me down on the chair. Before I could say anything, Sir pulled out the ball-gag and blindfold again. “Open.” I chose not to fight and the ball was inserted and both it and the blindfold were strapped on me. “What’s he getting? The usual?” Sir confirmed it and mentioned a number. Over the next hour, both nipples were pierced, as was my cock. I was tattooed on my chest. The gag and blindfold were removed following an instruction to keep my eyes straight ahead. I was photographed by Sir, full body from the front and back. “Bend over and spread your ass bitch.” I did and could hear the snap of my phone camera taking a picture of my hole. “Push some of it out.” I made like I was trying to shit, and felt a load of cum slime it’s way out of my ass. “That is fucking disgusting, you faggot,” the biker said. “Don’t be dripping cum all over my floor. Clean it up.” I reached back between my cheeks and wiped all the spunk that had leaked out. “Don’t waste it bitch.” I brought my hand to my mouth and was photographed and videoed as I sucked all the cum from my hand. “Thunder, you got some clothes he can use? He seems to have lost them in all his fun last night.” I started to say something, but Thunder backhanded me across the face, almost sending me to the ground. “Shut your fucking mouth boy. Respect your owner.” I glared at him and then hung my head down. “I think I have something just right for him.” He walked into the back and returned with a shirt and white shorts. I looked at them and was immediately appalled. The shirt was two sizes too small and was stained with god knows what. The shorts were barely shorts; it’d be hard to describe them even as booty shorts. “I can’t wear these, I’ll get arrested.” “You can wear those, or walk across campus in your jockstrap, leaking cum from your pussy. Choose.” I felt shame and disgust as I slid into the shorts, which were so brief that either the leg straps or the waist strap of my jock was showing. The shirt was so tight, that it rode up on my abs, showing off the hair that led to my crotch and the new piercings were clearly visible. More pictures were taken of me in this outfit, the red flaring up in my face. Thunder asked, "Should I be expecting the bitch every week?" Sir responded, "Yeah he will be getting marked every week. And I think you're going to enjoy your payment, won't you T?" Thunder raised his hand in front, causing me to flinch. He and Sir both laughed at my reaction. Thunder said, "Don't worry boy, I won't be using this on your face, unless you're disrespectful again. No, this is going to find a wonderful home in your ass every time you come for your new marking..." “Let’s go, boy. You have somewhere to be soon…”

As a top, I fucking LOVE tag teaming with another top. Seeing the topic of this post made me hard! It's totally different than an orgy situation. In fact it's kinda intimate. You get the experience of raw fucking ass AND watching another guy breed. It's pretty hot. Interaction can be physical [playing with the other top's cum filled balls] or verbal ["come on man… show your buddy how you bareback that faggot ass!"]. If the bottom is into ATM, then there is always a cock in his mouth AND ass. I prefer tag teaming to one on one and the bottom wins too…he gets double loads! [i need to stop ...Writing this has made me so fucking horny, I need to find some ass to fuck]

Not sure I'm the best, but I try harder. Achilleus on BBRT.

Similar thing happened to me when i was slammed with T for the first time a couple of years back..I was at an old british top's apartment with 7 more men .. all bred me for two nights . ..i was given all ; GHB , poppers, meth .

Paul opened the door of the cabin to see a muscular guy standing there, stroking his cock. He stared down at Paul. 'You want me to fuck you boy?' Paul nodded his agreement. 'Not here', the man whispered, and he took Paul by the arm, leading him down the corridor to a set of stairs. The stairs were lined with men, most naked, all stroking their cocks. They turned to see Paul, and he was sure one of the guys nearly slipped off the step, stunned by Paul's beauty. The man pushed his way through the men, as hands reached out to touch Paul. They fondled his ass, ran their hands down his back, his stomach and arms. As they neared the top, someone shouted: 'Wait! Please!' Paul wheeled around to see an skinny man standing in front of him. 'Ahhh... ahhhhhhh... AHHHHHHHHHHH!' The man's cock erupted with a thick shot of cum. It hit Paul's stomach with a splat. Paul looked down to see a thick, creamy load running down his stomach. The man tried to grab Paul as the young guy's cock was rapidly hardening. 'Hey!' the muscular man shouted, pushing the skinny man back. 'He's mine'. 'Please come with me!' The skinny man shouted. 'I don't have long left, I need to pass it on before I go! Please!' Paul didn't know what to do, but the muscular man pulled his arm harded. Paul looked back, as the skinny man stared at him malevolently. They arrived at a doorway, and as the muscular man opened the door, Paul saw a quite comfortable bedroom. A large window on one wall betrayed the morning sunlight. The clock said 7am. 'Wow', Paul thought. Paul suddenly noticed another muscular man sat in the corner, stroking himself. Paul was rock hard. The two men kissed each other. 'This is our private suite. For regulars only'. Paul nodded. 'Get on the bed you fucking slut!' Paul did as he was told, crawling onto the bed on all fours. The two men signed audibly as they saw Paul's spectacular fuckhole in front of them. The first man wasted no time. He roughly shoved three fingers into Paul's cunt. Paul yelped, jumping up slightly. The man pushed him back down, as he slid his huge bull cock into Paul's hole. Paul felt his asshole pop as the man's huge mushroom head invaded his ass. 'Oh yeah... fuck me... FUCK ME PLEASE!' Paul rocked back against the huge cock, as it pounded his g-spot over and over. Paul could feel the man's precum running down his legs. 'FUCK ME!' The second man shoved his massive cock into Paul's mouth, grabbing the back of his head as he did. Paul sucked for his life, as the man moaned louder and louder. 'My turn!' the man shouted to his partner, and they swapped places. Paul let out another yelp as his asshole yawned open for this new cock. The men were screaming in ecstasy as Paul jerked his twink cock. 'FUCK ME!' The men were getting close, Paul could tell. 'You ready for a double load slut?' Paul couldn't get his words out he was so turned on. He nodded voraciously. The two men positioned themselves over Paul's wide open hole. 'Ahhhh....' ... 'Awww yeah...' ... 'Here it comes slut! You ready? Here it ccomes!' Paul shot a huge load in unison with the men, who flooded his gaping hole with two thick, creamy loads. Paul screamed as he felt both cocks jam into his inviting hole. The men worked their loads into the twinks guts, the double penetration causing Paul to tear up. 'Please, slow down'. The two men took their cocks out, and Paul's hole exploded with a mix of blood, and thick creamy cum. The two men kissed as Paul recovered himself. He looked over at the two men. 'Get the fuck out slut. GET OUT! GET OUT!' Paul jumped up, grabbing his towel and making for the door. He slammed it shut behind him. He began to wipe the cum away, but noticed the blood on the towel. 'Wow, they fucked me hard', he thought. He still wasn't sure what their biohazard tattoos were about. He suddenly realised he wasn't alone. He looked up to see the skinny man from before, on his knees on the floor, with his cock inside a similarly skinny man. The skinny man noticed Paul, immediately pulling his cock out of the other man and standing up. Paul stared at him, turned on by the man's obvious attraction to him. 'Come with me', the man said.

very hot so far...

Part 3: Three Generations I remember the first time I met Ricky. I was only a few months into eighteen and overwhelmed with the freedom of being able to drive and it didn’t take long before I started meeting guys on bbrt and A4A. Having lost my virginity not too long ago and greatly inexperienced, I was at first reluctant to meet many men online. I guess I was a good high school boy. I did, however, exclusively fuck raw. I knew of the dangers, which were beaten into me in sex ed, but from the moment I touched my first cock, I knew. Was I scared of getting HIV and diseases? Of course, but over time I realized what I loved so much about bareback sex and getting creamed: my hole was made to pleasure a man’s dick, and soon my hole became my identity. When a guy knocks me up, I feel alive, the same way being in love makes other people feel alive. In that moment, he was fucking my hole, which gave him pleasure he couldn’t get from his hand, boyfriend, wife, whatever. When a guy seeds me, he marks me – it’s only natural. The more cum I received in my cunt, the more I became addicted to sex. I soon realized the intimacy I felt when creamed wasn’t because of the connection it consummated between me and the horny guy who’s getting his rocks off. It’s the connection between man and hole. It wasn’t long before I discovered the bathhouses. I would always get fucked there for two hours or so but run out of stamina. It was then when I met Ricky in the steam room, and he knew I had potential from the moment he laid eyes on me. He promised me if I went home with him and a few of his buddies, he’d show me a more fun time than I would even have at the baths. There was no talk or debate over who would take my ass next. I was free for the taking, and everyone knew they would get their turn sooner or later, even seconds if they paid Ricky another five bucks. A skinny old man, must’ve been around 60 years old, lined up to my ass. He might have been a stud at some point, but he certainly was no longer. He had what could have been a handsome face, but with his thinning gray hair, heavy mustache, light beard, and rotting teeth, you could tell crystal meth and AIDS had gotten the better of him. Maybe I’d turn out like him someday, or maybe I’ll be dead first. With the way Ricky was making me work overtime, I’d be lucky to have a decade left. “Tom here is one of my most loyal customers,” Ricky said. “I give him a special member’s discount. Since Tom is a big crystal supplier, he gets you for free. Whenever he wants.” “Mmf,” I moaned in acknowledgement as the gray daddy was still fucking my throat. I couldn’t even see Ricky with his hairy balls suffocating me and blocking my view. My jaw was already in pain from sucking the daddy’s dick. A well of saliva gathered in the back of my throat. I was unable to swallow with daddy’s fat dick penetrating my throat three thrusts a second. While daddy fucked my face as it hung lifelessly off the side of the sling, Ricky knelt next to me and whispered, “Oh, and he’s got a viral load like you’ve never imagined. You know why I’m gonna let this old perv knock up your pretty twink pussy?” “Mmmmf.” “Because I own that pussy. And I own you, the useless piece of flesh attached to it. With this, you’ll understand... that I can do anything to you.” More laughter and cheers at Ricky’s declaration of ownership. Tom smelled like a mixture of piss, ball sweat, weed, and cheap cigarettes. He smelled like a homeless man who hasn’t showered in days. I heard him unzip his baggy denim shorts, which dropped to the ground, and the tip of his dick tickled my ass, now heavily lubed with cum cocktail. “Mmmm, so smooth,” he said. His voice was soft, creepy, wanting, horny... the kind of voice you’d expect a dirty old man who feels you up in a bathhouse would have. He moved his coarse hands over my feet and down to my smooth, flexed calves. His dick entered. His head wasn’t as thick as Jeremy’s, but it was so warm. My ass now had a light burn from Jeremy’s abuse, but it was loosened and easily swallowed Tom’s dick. And my meth high rocked me once more as I felt the indescribable pleasure strike through my body. My eyes rolled back into their sockets and I teared up. It was my body’s only way to react to the sheer pleasure as Tom’s dick kept sliding into me slowly. It didn’t seem to end. His dick wasn’t thick, but it made up for it in length. It must’ve been at least 9 inches. The head of his dick must have passed the end of my rectum and gone into my intestinal tract, because it felt like his dick was bisecting my body. He hit a spot that hurt, and it kept going even further. It went so deep it felt like it was hitting my heart. I wanted desperately to see the dick go inside me, but the grey daddy’s dick was still in my mouth. At this point, I knew why Ricky didn’t let me eat after lunch; I would’ve thrown it all up by now with the way these men were using my holes as if I didn’t have feeling in my body. I had gagged so much, thick wads of spit erupted from my mouth onto my face every time even a pocket of air appeared between my mouth and daddy’s dick. His balls were covered in my spit too, as they would drip down onto my nose as he plowed my upside-down face. When he pulled his dick out to allow me a few quick breaths, I could feel it hot and sticky on my face. Tom started to thrust. “Unh, haven’t cum in six days boy, I’m gonna make you overflow with my seed.” My head was spinning. My body was on fire, my heart racing from the high. When I closed my eyes, I felt like I was on a rollercoaster, all the time with big cock filling me from both ends. I could feel my whole body. Every part of me tried to open wider to take more. My feet flexed, unable to cope with the pleasure of the warm, sticky manhood violating my flesh. My legs tried to spread wider open, my arms reached out and I felt dick. However, I was too high and wired to even focus on jacking them off. With the way my body was rocking and how I was trying to desperately breathe, suck dick, relax my jaw, and focus on the cock bruising my insides, I couldn’t even begin to do anything else. Tom’s pace quickened, and he moaned as I moaned. The sling was swinging back and forth. Whenever my pussy pulled away from one cock, the other cock would hit my throat, and I would gag. Whenever the cock in my mouth pulled out just to the head, I got half a breath, and got impaled on the python fucking my ass. Gramps, the patriarch, fucks the pussy, impregnating the sacred hole where the sperm nests and his virus and perv DNA can grow inside of me, feed off of me, and be loved and nurtured by me. Meanwhile, Dad, the discipliner, takes the helm and fucks my mouth to make sure his boy is filled to the brim with dick. Slosh, slosh, slosh, goes my ass as Gramps’ balls smack my ass. “Grrarg, uurg, mmmf!” I gag as Dad’s dick mercilessly plows my numb face. On one side, cum squeezes out of my ass and trickles down my crack as Tom’s manhood churns the butter. On the other, the spit flies out of my mouth as the grey daddy digs for oil. In between is me, too high to even remember how I got there, how I ended up between these two pieces of meat that my whole existence revolved around. “Cream that slut boy with your dirty old spunk! I bet it’s thick, creamy, and yellow like spoiled milk!” cheered Jeremy, the bald man in the polo who fucked me first. The other men, always spurred on by his words of encouragement, cheered Tom on too. Their voices pulled me out of my abyss of cock hunger and I remembered where I was. I remembered there were 11 unserviced cocks in the room sand that I was nowhere even close to being done. I remembered I meant nothing to these two men who fed their cocks to me and, due to my complete inebriation, meant the world to me. I didn’t know how long they’d been fucking me (ten minutes? an hour?) but Jeremy put me back in my place. These men would cum inside me, wipe their dicks off with my body, and go back to their lives, whatever that might be. Ricky would probably go back to his drug dump of an apartment and smoke more T and Tom would probably sneak into bed with his wife, and they wouldn’t spare me a second thought until the next time they wanted to fuck me again. “Yeah, FUCK that ass! Come on!” “Give that cumrag his death sentence! That’s his master’s wish!” “Degrade him!” “FUCK HIM!” “Man, hope he’s not all loose and shit once it’s my turn!” “Oh man, Rick. Sure he’s not for sale?” “Has he passed out already?” “Who cares? Keep fucking him!” “SHRED THAT CUNT! YEAH, MAN!” “Wow, that’s hot! CREAM THAT SLUT!” “Yeah, right in that dirty, cum-filled pussy!” “I think our toy has deserved a little booty bump after this tag team, dontcha think?” My heart jittered with excitement. Even though all Jeremy did was remind me I was trash, I had to thank him. Reminded of my purpose, I was suddenly filled with motivation and tightened me ass and my wrapped my lips tight around daddy’s shaft. “Ohhhh!!!” Daddy pulled out and spewed two thick shots of cum on my face, mixing with my spit to create a thick white mask that almost completely covered my face. It got into my eyes, which stung like a bitch. Just now I realized my eyes were bulging open the entire time. I reminded myself I was going to get even higher, and soon I’ll be too fucked up to even feel pain. Two cold hands on my chest. Those rough hands belonged to Tom. I looked into him, his black, dilated eyes looking back into mine. With that, he roared like he was going into battle. I normally don’t feel a guy shoot in me, but I felt something go deeper inside me than I had felt in ages. Tom’s AIDS stick fucked my stomach and trembled violently for a full twenty seconds. I felt not one, not two, but six powerful, thick, squirts of that toxic spoiled milk shoot far past his nine inches and strike a part of me so deep it definitely had reached far beyond my ass canal. It instantly gave me a cramp. “OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! FUUUUCK!!” Tom moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “FUCK YEAH” “FUCK, THAT WAS HOT!” “HOLY SHIT!” “POZ THAT WHORE!” “WOOOO!!!!” A chorus of cheers burst among the men. I knew I wouldn’t have to get tested. I had just got bred with a full carton of the most potent, thick, creamy, and dirty cum of my life. Continued in Part 4

Part 2: The Predators Start the Feast You might think Ricky doesn’t give a shit about his boys, but in truth, he loves them. That’s why he always fucks his boys last after everyone else has gotten their turn, impregnating the wasted body he owns. He kisses me like a romantic lover, protects me like a father, and fucks me like a master. But business is business; he’s a dealer in holes and the customer is always right. And he makes sure his property knows his place. He walks over to me slowly, and the men part around me. My moaning slows to a hurried pant, and I slowly realize from my daze that Ricky is approaching me. He gently pulls me to him by the throat, and I look up into his dark, loveless eyes. My mouth hangs open, my eyes wide with fear and excitement. His square jaw, sharp, dark features, and deep frown glares back down at me. Bending down to meet my lips with his, he pours the bong smoke into me. It’s still so thick that I cough instantly, my lungs not fully recovered from the monster hit I just took. I was getting worried about how high I was getting, now not fully able to walk and my body feeling too relaxed and tired. I was still outrageously horny, thirsting for more hands, more tongue, and some cock... but I also wouldn’t have minded just falling asleep in the sling. “Yo Buster, come give this boy some uppers,” Ricky said, still holding me. I leaned in on him. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway, and I rested my face against his hairy chest. Two large hands with thick fingers clutched my ribs and glided down to my ass, where his grip tightened. And then I felt beard on my crack and just the cold tip of a tongue tickle my hole. I moaned as my arms and torso crawled with goosebumps from sheer pleasure. Buster was a large black man, about the same size as John. He had a stern, unsmiling face, nipple piercings, and wore a leather harness. He was the real deal. Ricky turned me over to him. Buster took off my wifebeater and wrapped my left arm with a tourniquet. My heart raced as I felt my arm tighten. The guy rimming me stopped and guided me to a small stool. I sat down slowly. Just now, I realized that the men in the room had closed in on me a little. The jock handed Buster a syringe. “All loaded. Trust me, there’s enough T in that to keep the little bitch awake all night and maybe all of tomorrow night too,” the jock said, chuckling. Buster tapped the needle and gave it a small pump. My hole twitched. Alcohol. Cotton ball. “Make a fist.” I have a huge, plump vein running all down my left forearm that bulged when the alcohol smoothed its way over. Buster aimed the needle straight into it, pressing it just enough to get a bit of blood swirling back into the point to make sure he struck gold. I was now fully awake, my heart about to beat out of my chest. The moment before the slam never stops getting exciting. My eyes were fixated on the point and his movement. Buster pressed down and slowly released the chemical solution into my blood. Once it was cleared, he unbuckled the tourniquet, which snapped off instantly. The blood went straight to my face and the chemical taste hit my throat as well as a coughing fit as harsh as the one from the bong. Wow. I was truly in heaven while in hell. Everything, everything in the whole world and all of the parts of my being condensed and was swallowed into a tight black hole between my legs. I felt incredible as I felt the devil’s energy rush through me and I quickly climbed into the sling, spread my legs as wide as I could, thrust my head back and unleashed a huge sigh of relief. My legs and smooth body suddenly looked incredibly sexy to myself, and the men around me were handsome hunks that exuded a musk of intense sexual desire, ruthlessness, and sadism. Each and every one of them wanted to breed me, letting their warm seed churn inside me and maybe even impregnate me with a virus. I wanted to offer my pure, youthful body to the degrading ritual about to befall me. “Look. At. That. Boy!” one of the men groaned, unzipping his pants. “Should we give him a booty bump before we start? I just love seeing this slut get FUCKED up! Look at him squirm trying to get his legs into the stirrups!” “Nah, we don’t want him to overdose.” “The fuck do you care?” “You break it, you buy it,” Ricky said calmly. “Do whatever you want to him, but if anything happens to my hustler, you’re all gonna owe me a lot more than $20.” I was all the more turned on knowing what I was worth. $20 barely covered the drugs. My holes were being rented out for much less. The men put down the pipes and the bong. They were ready to get the party started. I heard a collective sound of zippers from all directions. The stench of their cocks and balls filled the room. Some were well-trimmed, others were hairy. Some were quite small, others were as big as Billy Glide’s meat. My heart beat as fast as a racehorse in anticipation of my first cock. Incredible how meth can make even your resting heart rate this high. The guy who called dibs on me earlier was short (maybe 5’5”), stocky, bald, and wore a tight polo around his muscular body. He looked like he’d be one of the funny guys at the office, and I recognized his voice as one of the more verbal ones talking dirty about me to the other guys while I was getting fucked up and groped. His cock was average size, very well-shaped, and clean-looking, a good one to loosen my hole up and keep it warm for the others. He grabbed my ankles and lifted them onto the stirrups. The sling was actually very wide and my legs strained to be spread so far apart. He rubbed a few drops of lube on his dick and around my hole. My hole was being stretched too, and I could feel a cold breeze against the opening. “Mmmm, bon appetit,” he said as he pressed his mushroom head against my sticky ass. The pink lining of my ass instantly expanded and swallowed his meat as I felt an indescribable pleasure strike through my body. Then, he slammed his dick into my body and I felt it stab through my guts. I yelped and my body instinctively bucked, but I was held in place by the sling. And then, I could only feel pleasure as every single nerve in my body became its own sweet spot, and I begged for him to keep fucking me. “YES!” he yelled triumphantly as his balls hit my ass and the tip of his dick struck the deepest corner of my rectum it could reach. He sounded kind of like an avid fan screaming when his team scores a goal. The other men hooted, woofed, and cheered him on. The guys were now relaxing while jacking their dicks. Some of them lit up cigarettes and smoked while they watched the guy fuck me. “How does that hole feel, man?” “Aw man,” the guy fucking me groaned, pulling back out and this time gently thrusting into me, savoring the friction between his cock and the insides of my pussy. “So... so tight! I don’t think I can last long!” “Look at him,” John sneered derisively. “He’s looking up at you with those puppy eyes. You better show him no mercy before he thinks you’re makin’ love to ‘im or somethin’.” I realized I was almost in tears from pleasure, every cell in my body worshipping his cock and the feeling of it inside me. While he fucked me, he was a God to me. My entire existence was for his trivial pleasure. “Oh, we’re not making love,” he said. Suddenly, his pace quickened and he started fucking me ruthlessly. His dick jammed into my sweet spot over and over again and my toes curled and uncurled. The sling shook back and forth violently. “OH, OH FUCKING GOD! OH! OH! OH!” I cried. My dick was entirely soft from the drugs. Slosh, slosh, slosh. Each thrust made a sound like his penis was grinding meat. And it was – he fucked me like he was trying to hurt me. He probably was. “Someone shut the bitch up and stick a dick in his mouth!” A middle-aged man with grey pubic hair and a massively thick cock slapped my cock with his face. I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue, and panted like a dog wanting food. Then, he slid his dick down his throat. And further and further down he went, until his dick actually hit the chemical tasting part of my throat. I was about to have a gag reflex as tears instantly welled up in my eyes and my throat churned loudly, but he slid his dick out just in time. Just as I was about to gasp for breath, the top leaned forward and thrust so deep into me that it felt like he hit my stomach. The drugs completely numbed me to the pain and all I could feel was an intensified orgasm in every nerve. The top’s cock stayed there, throbbing, then brutally thrust in once more. Suddenly, the inside of my ass filled with heat, and I felt thick wads of hot cum spill out of my ass as he stabbed me a third time. “OH! OH GO-,” I screamed in, but before I could finish, the grey daddy shoved his cock into my mouth and muffled my screams. As the top slipped his dick out he spat on me and said... “God can’t hear you now.” The men howled with laughter. “Next,” Ricky said. Continued in Part 3

[i snapped this photo during last night's slam-and-breed session with a hung, twisted perv. I'm still high as fuck...] CHAPTER 4 - TRISTAN Tristan has been our dealer for the last two years. Back when we met him, we were looking for a more dependable connection. A mutual friend described him as “an entrepreneurial sadist,” so we decided to give the guy a try. I’ll never forget walking into his apartment for the first time. Tristan, dressed only in a ballcap and wife-beater, sat in a huge chair—a throne, almost—at the far end of the room. He was dirty-blond and scruffy and tattooed, with a hard look on his handsome face. Between his muscular thighs, he had an uncut cock fat enough to send an inexperienced bottom to the emergency room. It glistened and dripped like he'd just pulled it from a wet hole. Between us and Tristan, in the middle of the room, a handsome kid in a jockstrap—I’m guessing he was 19, maybe 20—was flat on his stomach, a pillow crammed underneath his crotch to elevate his little musclebutt. He was struggling against three guys who’d pinned him to the floor while a fourth dude thrust his raw dick deep into the kid’s hole. They’d muzzled him, too; all we could hear were wordless croaks of protest. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks streaked with tears. Then came a thrust so hard we heard something snap, or burst open, or give way. The bottom shook his head violently. Through his muzzle, we could hear him break down into full-bodied sobs—but the top didn’t let up, not for a second. He just kept on plowing that butt, plunging his dick in deep. Meanwhile, in the crotch of my jeans, as my dick hardened up until it strained the fabric down to about mid-thigh, a pool of viral precum began bleeding through the denim, quickly forming a four-inch-round wet spot. “Don’t worry—the kid will warm up to it eventually,” Tristan said to me and Brian, motioning for us to join him on the other side of the room. “We haven’t given him any T yet, so he hasn't discovered that he’s a filthy fuckin’ whore.” Then he turned to the group of guys fucking the boy. “Hey, Carlos—give our brand-new little barebacker a booty bump, will ya? I’m tired of all this crying bullshit.” Carlos, a hairy Latino guy with an uncut cock, let out a big laugh. “Drew is already one step ahead of you, boss. He just dipped the head of his cock into the baggie.” “Fuck yeah,” added another guy—apparently Drew, a dark-haired, smooth-chested dude in his mid-20s. He wrapped his hand around the base of his downward-curving cock, proudly showing off the white crystals studded all over his mushroom head. “Let me in there,” he said to Carlos. “I wanna get this faggot fucked up.” Carlos moved aside. Drew placed his Tina-covered cock against the kid’s hole, spread that virgin butt wide open with a powerful pair of hands, and made his delivery with a single brute shove. The kid screamed through the muzzle as shards of crystal tore across the thin tissues of his hole. Unfazed, Drew just kept working those chems deeper, pounding away until the kid’s screams faded into a stunned silence. “I guess I should’ve introduced you,” Tristan said as he checked the weight on our 8-ball. “The boy with the big dick in his hole? That’s my nephew Sebastian. Devout Jesus freak and a total fucking closet case. Last week I caught him jacking his dick—nice dick, actually—while flipping through some of the old gay porn magazines I’d stashed in my parents’ basement in the ‘90s. When I confronted him about it, he gave me some lame excuse, and I pretended to believe him. Then, just to assure him that everything was cool, I suggested he drop by my place tonight to play board games. Seriously, dude: he thought I wanted to play board games! Anyway, as soon as he walked in the door, these four guys grabbed him from behind, stripped off his clothes, pinned him to the ground, and crushed his sweet little cherry. It’s about time somebody raped some sense into him, you know?” Just then, a violent coughing fit erupted from the center of the room. I glanced back to see Sebastian on his back, muzzle off, legs spread, one arm raised high in the air, eyes wild with confusion. One of the tops was placing a cap on a syringe, grinning at his handiwork as that doomed little cunt rode the dark wave of his first slam. “So much for following Jesus,” Tristan said to us with a dark laugh. “You guys like what you see?” We didn't answer right away. We were too busy watching as a top with a red-and-black biohazard tat pressed his dick against Sebastian's hole and plowed right in. The kid’s whole body shivered and twitched. He whimpered a few times. And then he began making a long, low moaning sound, pulling his legs back for a better view of the poz cock fucking him in half. Brian nodded. “Oh, yeah. Slammed up and knocked up, just like a good boy should be.” “OK, so here’s something that might interest you,” Tristan replied. “Half of my business is selling the best shit in town. The other half is pimping out boys. I like to get ‘em hooked on slamming T, you know? But this is important: I never, ever teach ‘em how to slam. If they want that syringe in their arms, they have to come to me. And I treat ‘em well, too: I give ‘em my best shit, and I never miss. My only hard-and-fast rule is that they can’t get slammed by anybody else without my permission. If they break my rule, they’re out on the fuckin’ street.” He paused for a moment to give his cock a twitch. “Anyway, here’s what I’m trying to say: I’d love for you guys to recruit some hot little fags for me to slam up and whore out.” “Um, wow,” said Brian, laughing. “I think we might be into that.” “Thank you,” Sebastian gasped. I glanced back to see him getting plowed by the same guy, the kid's fingers carefully tracing the outline of the dude's biohazard tat. “You're welcome, boy," the top replied, smiling a cocky smile as he plunged in deep. "This cunt of yours was built for taking my cum." “Listen, pig: focus,” Tristan said with a crooked grin. I turned back to face him. “Here's what I'm thinking. Anytime you guys find a boy who, in your expert opinion, has a sweet tight cunt that would bring some serious business my way, go ahead and send him to me. In return, I’ll give you some free product—maybe even a shitload of free product, if the boy’s got some serious moneymaking potential.” Brian and I glanced at each other, both of us grinning like it was our first time at the bathhouse. There was no need for further discussion. It was obvious that we'd just stumbled into the perfect gig. And the best part of the whole thing? We haven’t paid for an 8-ball since. * * * Brian and I led Jace to the apartment, telling him to knock on the door. He knocked. Tristan answered, wearing only a ballcap. His lean torso tapered into a set of defined abs, the shape of his body acting like a funnel as it drew our eyes toward the heaviness of his cock. “Hey there,” he said to Jace, locking eyes with our brand-new chemwhore. “You’re high as fuck, aren’t you?” “I guess so,” Jace stammered. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I like to see.” Then Tristan flexed his cock, making it swing upward and slap against his stomach—a favorite trick. He smirked as Jace licked his lips. “You like my cock, bro?” “Fuck yeah, dude.” Tristan wrapped his hand around his dick, flexing it again to send a rivulet of precum flowing down the length of the shaft. “I want to bury this big raw cock in your hungry little tweakhole, faggot. Got it?” Jace didn't answer at first. He was open-mouthed and glassy-eyed, his belt unbuckled, his hand shoved down the back of his jeans. Through the fabric, I could see that he was fingerfucking his partied-up hole. He nodded. “I need a louder answer than that, pig.” “Yes, sir.” “Good boy. You hungry for some more smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir.” “Then follow me, boy. Follow me back to my chair.” They walked across the room. Tristan sat down in his chair, then motioned for Jace to stop in his tracks. “Just stay there for the moment. This is my chair, bro. You’ll sit down when I give you permission to sit down. Got it?” “Yes, sir.” Tristan picked up the pipe. “I forget: did you say you wanted some smoke?” “Fuck yes, sir!” “Well, here’s the deal. I’m not feeding you any until you climb up on this chair and take a seat all the way down my dick. All the fucking way down. I want to feel your taint pressed against my fuckin’ stomach. Got it, fag?” “Fuckin’ A, sir!” “Good boy.” Jace didn't give himself a chance to think about it. He immediately clambered onto the chair, straddled Tristan, and placed the head of that dick against his butt. He didn’t tease it or jack it. Instead, he immediately got to work, sitting down on the full length of Tristan’s raw cock with a single piercing grunt. Tristan looked over at us, his face lit up in a twisted grin. “Fuck, you guys. This ass is worth a month’s supply of shit, easy.” Meanwhile, Jace was staring longingly at the pipe in Tristan's hand. “Sir," he said—unable to disguise his hunger for more chems—"Can I please smoke now?” “Of course, pig,” Tristan replied. He placed the pipe against Jace’s lips, feeding that faggot a long series of big hits. Brian and I watched the impressive cloud formations, then began gathering our things to head back home Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tristan grab a rubber strap and tie it snugly around Jace's bicep. "This looks like it's gonna hurt," Jace said. “It's not gonna hurt, buddy boy. You just stay still. You’re gonna love this. I promise. It’s a little something I like to call it the Point-Five Surprise. A nice big slam for my hot little bitchboy.” “OK, dude," Jace replied. "I fuckin' love that smoke. I'll do anything to get more." “I know you will, pig. And in about 10 seconds, you'll do anything...and then some.” Brian and I closed the door behind us. As we walked down the hall, we heard a long series of loud, breathless coughs, one after another. By the time we reached the elevator, the coughs had been replaced by the rhythmic smack of skin against skin as Tristan plowed Jace’s freshly slammed-up hole. * * * When Brian and I arrived back home, we heard a quiet, rhythmic splashing from the backyard of Dalton’s house. Was Neighbor Boy swimming laps? We figured it was worth checking out, so we quietly made our way to the backyard, sneaking over to our secret vantage point near the fence. We weren’t disappointed. Dalton was alone in the pool, swimming freestyle laps in a Speedo. The curve of his ass bobbed along the surface of the water, and each of his calves splashed to the surface in quick succession as he kicked his way back and forth in front of us. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath before pulling himself out of the pool, the water cascading down his back and splashing against the muscled perfection of his ass. Then, with a single casual flick of his thumbs, he dropped his Speedo to the ground, stepped out of it, leaned over to grab a towel, and wrapped himself up before heading back inside. His Speedo was still on the pavement. And in the next moment—as Brian slid his raw dick into my hole, both of us dripping precum like a couple of teenagers—I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about that brief glimpse of Dalton’s amazing butt. “His parents leave in two days,” Brian whispered in my ear. “Do you know what that means?" "What's that, babe?" "In two days, that sweet ass is gonna be ours.”

Load #16: The withered, lesion- scarred hand of the once stunning muscle god, desperately gripped my birthday boy’s perfectly round rump, and pushed another two inches of his deadly black Mamba deep into the trembling youth’s cum-starved kunt. “Please, please, sir,” the kid begged as he bit into his pillow. 350 000 vl hadn’t dropped in 6moths, ever since his meds stopped working. The porn sensation once known as ‘Muscle Man Mike’, decided against that last chemotherapy series they said he desperately needed. He knew his party was over, and feeling the freshly broken kunt grasping and massaging the full length of his oozing fuck club, he knew this kid’s adventures had just begun. My son reared his head up and spoke so the man behind him, inside him, could hear his plea, “Please, Sir,…. Please mister, Bug me up,… I’ll take good care of it…I promise… Mike wanted to make this last load last, but a crowd had gathered to bare witness, the passing of the torch as it were, and he always loved an audience. As he slapped his venom bloated balls against the grinding little animal’s sticky taint, he gritted his few remaining teeth and slurred into the sweet cumdump’s ear, “Careful of what you ask for….” Bam… “You….” Bam “Just Might…” Bam Bam” Get….” Bam Bam Bam….”IT!” Sometimes, a tight, tripping ass can detect the spasm of a the urethra, or the change in heart rate or blood pressure of the cock up inside it, but few can really feel jizz at body temperature squirt in, But this kind donor had a temperature of 102.5, and the neglected youth felt every burning glob fired into his battered ass-lining. The pure animal heat of the feverish dong filling his colon and lower intestine, soothed his abused of his innards. As quick as he could, the student spun around, once his donor pulled the last noxious centimeter from his still gripping ass. On his knees, he raised the slimy spent shaft to his parched lips. Gently, his newly trained tongue explores the black man’s foreskin for any remnants of his jizz, or the others, or his own gut slop. Opening his throat so that he could clean the shiny shaft down to the matted base, he barely felt his ass-ring pop, as his Dad once again tapped the warm and sticky butt plug back into its natural place. Informed Consent “You really 18?” “……Yeah.” “Got ID?” “I…… don’t Drive.” “Okay, so I am going to need you to give me your word…” “My word…?” “It’s all a man has.” “I am 18 years old…. Tod….” “Nope, don’t say it, just strip down to your undies so we can have a little talk, Son.” Brownish-blond patches of fur peeked out from his armpits, as he pulled off his shirt. No chest hair, just the thinnest of fuzz forming a treasure trail leading down into his over stuffed tighty-whitties. “So how did your dick get so damn big, wrapped up in those chastity panties? Those things are designed to retard penile development, you know.’ He explained that since the age of 12, he always let his cock, and sometimes his balls, hang outside his briefs, so his meat could grow and expand of its own free will. In just his tennis shoes and his jockies, he sat on the floor between my legs. Maybe it was cheating, asking him to pay attention AFTER I’d let him pull my cock and balls out of my 501’s , but I wanted him to get a good look at the menu before I started with the disclaimers. “You asked that I “make you a man”, and that’s my goal. This weekend, me and my buddies will be working on making you the best Gay Man you can be, but I know it doesn’t always stick. Do you know the difference between a ‘Man” and a ‘Gay Man’?” Was it a trick question? The kid’s gaze shifted from my hairy crotch to my face. He looked confused. “A Gay Man is just the same as any other kind of Man, except for a series of reasons, he is not willing to be Domesticated in order to have access to pussy.” “A Man’s biological imperative is to spread all of the DNA he can. A true Gay man seeks not only to spread as much of it as he can, but to also generate or consume all the DNA available to him, especially when it comes in the form of thick, warm ejaculate, or as my Pa called it, “Man Milk”. You say you haven’t been fucked, but have you eaten sperm before? The enthusiastic youth smiled and nodded, “I eat my own all the time, and I’ve sucked off my buddies before.” “You swallow their spunk?” “Always” “Oh, you make your Dad so proud when he hears that.” “Can I suck your dick now, sir ?” “Hold on, hold on there, Sport. Now that you are of the age of consent, there are a few things you need to know before you can consent…. “Some Men, and that includes Gay Men, are afraid of Sex. They are afraid of their own assholes, their own desires, or their God, and even sometimes their own sperm. Our Puritan society exploits men’s sexual desires and at the very same time teaches them to fear sex. Too many Gay Men these days fear their own sexuality so much, that they have started acting like needy/demanding straight women, who use sex as a commodity or as tool to manipulate the sexualities of others. I want my son to be ‘FEARLESS’. Are you fearless boy?” The kid’s eyes had grown wide. Looking back down at my dick, as it slowly came to life right in front of his face, he whispered”… yes.” “Then before we get started, you need to know that I carry the HIV virus, one of the viruses that is thought to cause AIDS. If you choose to be my son, you will be exposed to this virus repeatedly, and will most likely end up infected with it by the time were done this weekend. “I work with a small cabal of armature eugenicists,” I went on to explain, ”trying to breed a super virulent, non-lethal strain of the virus through repeated exposure and transmission. But we are well aware that we could also unintentionally be creating a jizz so poisonous it might kill on contact. “For any son of mine who wasn’t made from my DNA, I want him to consume enough of my genetic material that his DNA is transformed into mine. Do you want your daddy’s dangerous seed swimming around inside you, moving from your intestines and your stomach into your bloodstream?” “Yes.” “Even if it might kill you?” “YES. I would rather live a short positive life, than grow old and then die, too frighten to ever really fuck..’ Though I don’t do it as often as a father should, I held the kid’s smooth face in my hands and kissed him on the lips, entering his unpolluted body for the very first time with my dirty slime sucking tongue. Then, standing up, I pushed his face back into my pubes, letting him breath in my crotch stink as he repeatedly kissed my cock and balls. “Stay where you are, Boy” “Have you ever gotten stoned before, Son ?” I asked from the kitchen. Again, that sweet “deer in the headlight’ look. Was this another trick question? he must have been wondering. “…..Uhm…” “You know,” I clarified, ”smoked Mary Jane, reefer…. marijuana?” “Yeah….” He confessed with all the guilt of a poorly educated American youth, ”a couple times or so. With my buddies… before a movie… or…ummm” “Very good,” I assured him, “It’s sad how our society tries to terrify the curious.” Returning from the refrigerator with a small plate, I presented my special birthday boy with a thick chocolate brownie, topped with a single black candle. “Here you go, Son…, Happy Birthday.” The next hour, we spent fiddling about on the couch. Curled up between my thighs, the curious imp had free access to my hairy Daddy meat. Using his hands, his lips and his nose, he explored my paternal package from every angle. I instructed him in how to remove his Daddy’s boots, and as he bent over to work on the right one, I reached out and ripped a hole in the back of his undies, so I could survey his almost hairless, virgin hole, while he wiggled at my feet. Removing my jeans and boxers, I took a lot of time to stand on his face and chest, giving him the opportunity to sniff and suck on my raunchy socks as his skinny hips involuntarily fucked the air. Returning to the seated position, I scooted my hairy ass to the edge of the sofa and popped one of my legs over the armrest, offering the starving boy full access to his first male doughnut. Like a true son of mine, his first instinct was to lick and suck on the man-lips offered, but I wanted to build his appetite. “Sniff it. Your gonna have to fuck it with your nose, before I’ll let you fuck it with your tongue.” He took his time, and I took the opportunity to quiz him about what he didn’t understand on my profile, all the while encouraging him to lick and stick his fingers up my ass before telling him to lick them and stick them back in his mouth. Even before he was allowed to French kiss my ring, a beautiful trail of charged ass-slime connected his sweet lips to my salty shit-chute. Even though he had never been with a “grown up” before, he’d done his research. When I asked him what ‘raunchy’ meant, he said, “that’s gross stuff, right? Dirty underwear, boogers, sweat… piss ‘n shit ‘n stuff like that ?” “And that’s fine by you?” “Whatever you’re into, that’s what I wanna try…..” I could have cum right then. The only two references he did not know were “Scat” which he though may have to do with music, which he thought was real fucking weird, and he assumed “K9” was probably some kind of puppy-play, and then, just to get his daddy’s nuts in a knot, he said, “but I don’t want you to explain everything all at once…. I want to be surprised too.” So I explained the course his education would take. Today was going to be all about the fundamentals every man should know about “The Accommodation of the Male Member and the Ingestion of Human Ejaculate”, and before his big Birthday party that night, I would take him to the park to teach him “The Etiquette of Cum Hunting in Public Toilets and Woodlands.” My goal was that he would get at least 18 loads up his ass and another 18 down his throat, before his day was done. I also expected him to cum at least 18 times over the course of the weekend. But before his butt breeding would begin, he needed his first lesson: “Proper Anal Hygiene. The Master bedroom and my playroom, or as we would be calling it, ‘the Nursery’ were separated by the Master bath, and the tile of the walk-in shower is where his training would begin. Although it was equipped with two heads and two hoses, I thought I would show him the advantages of the tradition gravity flow enema bag, three of which hung in my Piss Parlor. Tonight we’d begin with a gentle rises, and later on he could learn how to use the power washers. Fathers and sons who lived together, knew all about each other’s piss and shit early on, so I sought to reproduce this biological familiarity, a key element of the Parent/Offspring bond. I made it clear that was a ‘ safe zone’- he was free to piss and shit and puke in the shower without fear of retribution or punishment. Bags 1&2: After demonstrating how and why the hose should be emptied of air, I approach his upturned rump, that perfect pale pucker offered up to his old man’s alter, and slowly began Rimming 101. When his moaning started to become a distraction, I licked the nozzle and penetrated his ass. I told him to imagine his own father urinating up inside him, as I worked the clamp, releasing both bursts and streams of warm liquid into his bottomless belly. It’s good to start with warm if your going for the full gut flush. Cold is best for a quick rinse. His whimpering coincided with the vacuum forming in the bag, and I kept his head down for a couple minutes to let the flow sink in. He knew instinctively to suck my dick as we waited. Once his cramping got too much, I told him to stand up. Rubbing his swollen stomach sparked my rod something fierce. Gravity was trying to gut him while I flicked his erect nips, and parted his bloated belly. “Okay boy, you can squat down and grunt it all out now…” “Right…here?’ “We’re in a shower. Right there’s the drai….” But gravity won out over his modesty, and down he went with his face back in my crotch, and the ******* of his foul waste splashed the tile and washef around our feet.” “That’s it… fart it out for Daddy…Those are the muscles you need to know how to use….Now, clamp down.” The kid looked up through glassy black pupils in awe and disbelief, at all the strange sensations rushing around his body, the bloating, the release, and the stink…, it was all way beyond what the kid had expected… and this was only lesson one. With the second bag, I told him a little about myself, and how “20 years ago, my wife took off with my three year old son, after she decided my family’s traditional way of naturally and painlessly retracting his foreskin was disgusting and obscene. Two years later, she wrote to tell me that she’d had him circumcised, as if by sexually mutilating him, she was getting even with me. Then after another 14 years, without a card or graduation announcement, I got photocopy of his obituary in the mail.” By bag 3, the cold water rinse, I had started taking his hand in mine, showing him how to check on his progress, inserting our wet fingers into his inviting colon. “First you check that it looks clean, and then once it does, you need to see if the juice smells clean, and finally, to want to check that your juice tastes clean. You don’t want to serve up a shitty hole, unless that’s what someone’s askin’ for.” Bag 4 would make a nice treat, and the perfect seg-way to my bedroom. “Here Son, stand up and piss in this bag”, he’d peed out most of the sports-drink I’d been filling him up with, while he was bearing down to empty his bowels. Still, he had a couple of cups of urine in him that he managed to squeeze trough his rock hard dick. I made sure to praise his ability to piss while erect, before saying, “Now hold that bag open of Daddy….” Our warm stinking piss mingled together in the enema bag, before I bent him over and slipped the nozzle into his most hole, so that our liquids could continue mixing in his guts. “This is the best way to rinse out when you’re camping…” I explained to him like a good Dad should…”though this is not my favorite method for delivery…”. Retrieving his butt plug from where it has slopped by the drain, I inserted it temporarily, to insure that our combined waste could wash away some of his mucus membrane in his intestinal lining, so my juices and our juices could begin the process of passing from his walls into his blood stream. Cupping the base of the butt-plug I began to roll it around in my palm, massaging his sensitized interior. “Do you like the way Daddy’s piss feels up inside you Son?” “Yesssss Papa… it feels sooooo good” We kissed, wet and naked in the shower, until I could taste my own waste on his breath, and the smell my stink leaking out of his pores. “Okay Son, your time has almost come, “ I grunted “With each lesson, they will be a test. Are you ready for your first exam? “YES Papa!” Pushing my wet beard into his little ear, I slurred, “Now I’m gonna ask you to do something in a minute or two. Your rational mind is going to shriek back in fear and say that’s dirty…. That’s Dis-Gust-ing…,that’s Dangerous, OR your carnal mind is going to say….’More1” If your rational mind tells you to freak out, then I promise you, we will stop right here, no harm, no foul… but if your carnal mind takes over… well, then know that I’m going to brand my name into your gut. Deal? “Deal” “Now I need you to clamp down as I pull the plug out slowly. I don’t want you to loose a drop. You got that kid?” And with that, I spun him around, got down behind him, and began to remove one of the three barriers separating my flesh from his. Like a champ, he didn’t miss more than a drop or two, which I quickly caught with my tongue as I moved it in to replace the plug, while stashing the kid’s warm wet toy in my own kunt, for safe keeping. His tender, pressurized sphincter was no match for his Pa’s big Tasting Dragon, and up into his colon I went, like mouthing a water balloon until its ready to explode. Is there any paradox sweeter than the piss filled virgin? “Okay Boy…. Fart for Daddy” No remorse, no fear, no hesitation! The combined force of his piss, my piss, the last of his douche water and protective mucus lining galloped down my gullet and out the through my nose, until I had to gargle out “Clamp it!” And he did. His legs and clenching butt-cheeks trembled with excitement. “Ready to go again?” I asked, and I like a natural born son of mine he said… “I was born READY, Pa!” My laughter was quenched by another wave of his gut wash, and this time, instead of swallowing it all down, I held on to a mouth full, and let the rest of our potent mixture spill out over my beard and chin, on to my belly and down into my crotch, where it washed over my enraged Spitting Serpent as it stood ready to strike. Spinning the boy around on the slimy surface, I faced him again with nothing but pride and raw lust in my eyes. Pulling his sweet virgin lips to mine, I spit our combined sewage over his newly discovered tongue, and he swallowed it…Fluid exchange, simple and puur, out of his butt and back down his throat again, along with large portion of my spit and love. Picking him up, I carried his wet dripping body into my bed room before throwing him down on the leather bed cover. Still dripping with his filth, I flipped him on his back and examined my new wiggling fuck-toy’s glistening little twat. Spread eagle with ankles pointed to heaven, his innocent pucker taunted me, whispering something that I just wasn’t close enough to hear. Kneeling before his sweet sacrifice, I kiss his wet hole, tasting our joined essence, as I used my fingers and tongue to dig around in his vulnerable yet so inviting insides. A purist would have given him a good brushing then and there, but I wanted to savor the integrity of his unmarred flesh, for a little while longer. But my drooling dick wouldn’t wait… Standing, and spitting, I hit the bull’s eye, and began sloshing my dick piss-slit in the puddles of spit, ass juice and precum forming and foaming over his back gate. With only the slightest of pressure on his lips, I pressed my venom dripping corona into the tender anus, as I smiled, and snarled, and grunted. Yet once inside the virgin kunt, my cock head slammed tight in a sudden trap. Whether the kid hurt, or if he was startled, I don’t know. All I know is the intense contraction caused my cock to erupt, spontaneously spilling my first sinister load in to his newly discovered guts. His eyes opened wide and fixed on mine as I press my spasming dick head a inch and a half in deeper inside him. My cock-snot now replaced all that natural lubricant that our combined piss had washed away. I slid into my boy following a pure undiluted trail of tainted daddy milk. Only for a second did I wonder if my own father had enjoyed it this much. Had there been this kind of build up…this mind twisting anticipation before he popped my cherry, or was it really a drunken accident, a happy collision as it were? My newly bred boy moaned and brought me back to the present. “Thank you..Daddy….” And in reply, I sank another two inches in, answered in kind by a sudden gasp from my special kunt-boi…. Daddy’s little spermbank…. An inch latter, and it looked like I had bottomed out. One fuck-door at a time, I told myself, taking a moment to let my nuts reload, and giving me the opportunity to massage my infections romance in to the first part of his ass. Had I not shot right away, I might have been tempted to rape him like a bull moose would, and plow my dagger-dick in deadly and deep, but with the pressure off my prostate, I could enjoy his insides and the way his freshly ripoened rectum suckled and nursed on my nasty milky dick. For a good five minutes, I rooted around just inside the door, white washing his walls and warming his cum channel up for the real ride. Rocking him back and forth against my lap, I told him how proud I was of him, and what a hot hungry fuck hole he had, and how happy all our buddies were going to be when they got to feel what I’m feeling. And then I asked him, “Are you ready to get fucked?” He paused as if it was another trick question”……please?” “When I tell you, I want you to bare down like you’re farting, just like we practiced after school.’ With the gentlest little grunt, his bowels opened and welcomed his father deep in his uncharted depths. The perfect place to plant my flag. “Are you Daddy’s little cum whore?” my seething dong demanded I ask. “Please Papa, I wanna be your cum whore…: “So you’re gonna let your Father pimp out your tight, needy hot-box to all those rank and ugly deviants who want to pay you with clotted jizz deposits?’ “Please” “Oh have I got a special party planned for you. There are some sick, evil fuckers who want to terrible things to your insides while I watch.” What father doesn’t long to see his offspring filled with dick at both ends and bloated with a gallon of anonymous nutt-sludge? “And if you get older…. if you start making Boys of your own…Do you promise to share your sons with your daddy?’ “I do, Dad….’ “And what do you want boy? “Dick, Sir, I want more dick. I want your sick sauce, your death goo deep in me….I want to be your carrier, your courier…. I want to have your babies….” That did it. My first load had been mostly high charged seminal fluid, but this batch was a ball buster that made my urethra twist and shout. Like thick wads of salty spent chewing gum, I coated his lower intestines with my goopy lethal jisim, and then pounded it in, nailing the hard chunks into place with my hammer-slammer. Wad after wad of tainted dick juice seared inside his ravenous teeny-twat. Did his legs break, or his pelvis crush from the force? I remember a little screaming and then the wonderful warmth of my demon seed escaping from my bloated balls, rushing in and splashing over my boy’s freshly divided soul. Using every vein and hair on my slime slicked shaft, I rubbed my sleazy sludge into his welcoming wound. My son’s genes would live again inside this surrogate’s needy kunt. This boy was now tagged and mangled by my paternal DNA. The little fuck hole was mine until the day he died. A few minutes later, I instructed him how to use his mouth to clean me up, removing the junk stopper from my own fetid asshole and pushed it back in to his newly seeded playground. As his tongue dug in my public hair, savoring the last few drops of his lost youth, I grabbed the empty beer stein from the bed-stand beside me and told him to hold Papas’ pork hose. We rested for a few minutes, sharing the bubbly mug of full of my warm piss and discharge. He said it tasted a lot better than ass-piss, and I encouraged him to enjoy the fresh taste. He would soon learn to love the taste of everything that comes out of his father’s body. In anticipating that this whole scene just might work out, I had been active on my favorite sites the week before. The park would be filled with Bears and Wolves, and my little boy wasn’t coming back to his party until there was semen leaking out his nose. Now that my sperm swam wildly around in side him, and his tummy was filled with his papa’s yummy pee-pee, he was my Son, marked inside and out, and it was time to get his freshly broken butt well and thoroughly knocked up. Let the insemination begin! Part Three: Timmy’s 18 Load Birthday Breeding In Sex with Enhancements Fiction Part Four: CherryPop: The Father, The Son and the Holey Whore In Str8/ Bi-sex Fiction