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Chapter II. I backed away from my boy as he disappeared into the darkest corner of the basement dark room. He was well-lubed and stretched out from taking three fresh loads, one of which was POZ. Knowing that I had helped fuck those loads deeper into his hole kept my cock hard. I felt parched and needed a rest, so I headed back upstairs to the bar, knowing my man was in the basement getting fucked. Raw. Taking cum. I headed up the stairs and sat on a barstool. The bartender gave me a smile, and poured a beer for me. I gulped it down. He smiled at me and asked "Are you and your boyfriend having fun?" I nodded, grinning wildly. "Mind if I fuck your boy?" I assented without any hesitation. The bartender made a quick round making sure the other patron each had a full glass, and then he stepped out from behind the bar, brushed behind me, grazing my ass, and slipping his hand into my pants. I shivered. He gave a gesture towards the stairs and without hesitation I followed him back down into the darkness. He grabbed my hand and led me through a maze of bodies and hallways. My boy was laying on his back on a bench in the middle of the room. There was just enough light to recognize him, even if he was surrounded by four or five guys who were jerking off, and he had a huge cock down his mouth, a cock in each of his hands, and a final cock was planted deep in his ass. The top fucking him was holding my boy's legs high so he could really pound hole. I watched as the top’s ass flexed and jiggled. He was a hot guy, and his ass was a little saggy, slamming with each thrust. He threw his head back and grunted as he shot his load. I knew there was little chance that he was wearing a condom. When he pulled out, the bartender knelt down and sucked his big slimy uncut cock clean. The top stood to the side so the bartender to could take his place. I recognized him as our tour guide, a tall beefy Nordic-looking blond. He smiled at me as he shook his cock. My eyes were drawn from his face down to that glistening cock. Even in the dimness of the room I could see the tattoo of a biohazard symbol which surrounded his navel. But his enormous cock really caught my eye as it was still hard. He put his arm around me and reached for my cock, first rubbing it over my jeans, and then slipping his hand inside. I unbuttoned them for him and he whipped my dick out. He whispered "If you guys are into this scene, I could organize some extra fun after the rest of our group goes back to the hotel each night." I nodded instantly. The bartender had started slapping his cock against my boy’s sloppy hole. He turned to me and reached out for my hand, leading it to his mouth. He spat into my hand and then placed my hand on his cock, so naturally I jerked him a bit, lubing him up. Then, when he felt himself to be sufficiently slick, he leaned forward and I shimmied his dick around a bit, helping him ease himself into my boy’s ass. Raw, of course. He started pounding my boy’s ass and my boy moaned in pleasure, even with the cock in his throat. My boy was in heaving in pleasure, having released his inner pig and taking loads from strangers. The crowd cheered on the bartender in a cacophony of languages. His pace picked up as he got close to cumming. His eyes locked on me as he shot his load, breeding my boy. He pumped a few times, caught his breath, and pulled out, his cock glistening, slimy with foam, his pubes matted with cum. With his sloppy dick hanging out, he grabbed my hand, leading me, and the POZ tour guide out of the room. I turned my head to see a thin scrawny guy mounting my boy. The guys led me to a cabinet with a hole in the wall. I knew what a gloryhole was, and seeing my boy taking that cum without regard to status or even knowing their names made me so horny I knew I was up for more anonymous play. The bartender didn’t ask, rather he told me, ‘You’re gonna clean off my cock.’ He disappeared and a few seconds later, his sloppy cock came through the hole. I bent forward and started licking. Gobs of cum slid down my tongue and into my throat. I nearly gagged as I felt my pants being pulled down to my ankles. I pulled off of the bartender’s cock to see the POZ tour guide leering at me. His mammoth cock was still out, and hard, oozing precum. I shook my head no, since I only rarely bottom, and had never taking a cock as big as his, certainly not raw, and certainly not POZ. He nodded ‘yes,’ and knelt down behind me, spreading my cheeks. I knew he was going to loosen me up with his tongue, and I’d eventually take his cock, and his seed. I relaxed into his scruffy face, feeling tingles as his stubbly grazed my tender ass. I went back to nursing the bartender’s cock, still hard, and still slimy. I guzzled down the cum on his cock, savoring the flavor of my boy’s ass juices and the cum of uncounted guys. After a couple of minutes the bartender’s cock swelled-up, and I felt his balls jerk against my chin, so I knew he was about to cum. I made the move to pull away so he could shoot on my face, but the tour guide held my head in place, the bartender skull-fucked me as the tour guide stood up and slapped his cock against my ass, sliding in surprisingly easily, balls-deep. Just as the tour guide hit home, the bartender started shooting into my throat. I gagged as my mouth filled with his cum, unable to swallow fast enough. His cum actually bubbled out of my mouth and onto my chin. A thought flashed across my mind: for the first time I was filled with dick from both ends, but I didn't dwell on the thought as the tour guide released my head, swiped some of the bartender’s fresh cum onto his fingers, withdrew his cock from my hole only to slide his cummy fingers into me. I groaned in frustration as the bartender stepped away from the glory hole. But my disappointment was short lived as a new cock appeared in the glory hole. It was not particularly big, but it was beautiful. The guy pulled his foreskin back and I dove onto it. The tour guide replaced his slimy fingers with his bare cock and slid back into me, balls deep. He didn't fuck, but seemed to just stand there, his dick flexing as I swallowed down the new cock, which I slurped until the guy in my mouth came. This time I didn’t try to pull off. I did, however, notice that my ass felt full, warm, and wet, and unbidden the tour guide patted my shoulder saying "Good boy." I turned my head back to the tour guide, my guts still full of his hard dick. I shuddered and said to him "You can fuck me." "Why? What do you want," he asked. "I want you to cum in me," I replied, quivering in excitement and frustration. "I already have," he explained, withdrawing his cock from my ass, only to kneel behind me, slurping out what I now realized was cum. When he had gathered a fair amount of cum into his mouth, he stood me up and kissed me, forcing his seed into my mouth. Three loads in my mouth, and one in my ass. I heard a chuckle, and saw my boy, naked, covered in sweat, cum matted in his hair, clapping. He embraced me as the tour guide licked the stray dribbles of cum off of my face. I pulled my shirt down and my pants up as my boy went to look for his clothes. We met up upstairs and the bartender gave the three of us a final beer, this one on the house. We took a cab back to the hotel with the tour guide, fondling each another the whole way. I was hoping that the tour guide would follow us back to our room for some more fun, but he told us to rest. We had to get some sleep, and be up early. The following morning we would hop on a bus to Prague. He told us he could arrange for some extra special fun there. We nodded and went back to our room. We collapsed into a sticky tangle in bed. He told me he didn’t know how many loads he had taken, and I told him about sucking cock at the glory hole. I topped him as he told me about feeling released, and of course I bred him. It felt so different breeding him with all of that cum inside him. I lay on my back and let him top me for the first time. He fucked me, telling me how hot it was watching the POZ guy tell me he had cum inside me. We fell asleep in a sticky pile, excited about what was to come the following day.

A while ago I posted a story of the encounter I has with my hot slut. The guy was so conflicted, even so desperate about wanting the bug that the very thought of it makes him hard, yet, at the same time, the thought of the bug scared him shitless. After the last session I hadn't heard from him in a while when yesterday I received a message in my inbox from him which said "I need you. Please!" Read on, because I intended to make sure this slut's dreams, and fears, come true. "I’ve been thinking about my last encounter with traindriver68 and how horny I have been. Despite the obvious risks, the prospect of doing it again was often in my mind, fueling pretty much every wank session I have had, and helping me cum quite a few times with the various women I was fucking as well! This morning I was in the shower, getting clean, and my mind turned back to him and his hard, raw cock. As I washed, I began to fantasize about our next encounter. I’d been chatting online with a local guy the night before and we’d talked about meeting up at the sauna in Luton for some group fun. Traindriver and I had also chatted about meeting here and it got me thinking about how exciting that meeting would be. We met at the Greenhouse in the changing room and agreed on which glory hole we would use. I entered the cubicle and got into position. He followed me, entering the adjoining booth, where he promptly slid his hard cock through the hole in the wall for me to suck. I dutifully dropped to my knees and sucked his cock, getting it hard and slick with my spit and his precum, the taste of which excited me, but I resisted playing with my hard cock, which kept me horny and in need of release. He passed his poppers through the hole to me, which was the signal that I should align my hole with the glory hole. Bending over, I parted my cheeks and pushed back so that my arse was centered over the glory hole, and then I prepared myself by taking a hit of the poppers. He fingered me, pushing a generous quantity of lube into my quivering, vulnerable, nervous arse. Then, when he thought I was ready, his hard, raw cock began pushing at my hole, seeking admission where I know it shouldn't go, but I wasn't one to object. I took another hit of the poppers, enjoying the rush which made me into his slut - into his breeding bitch. The anonymous nature of the sex was perfect as it allowed me to fantasize, reveling in how slutty I was behaving. As he found his pace, and I enjoyed the sensation of his hard cock stretching me out. Reaching forward, I was able to stroke another cock which had appeared through the hole on the other wall. I was one happy slut: multiple cocks are always better than one. About then I heard he call out to me, instructing me to to unlock the door to my booth so that guys could watch and enjoy my whorish self. Of course, in my heightened state of arousal, I complied and unlocked. He apparently heard the bolt slide open as he told me "You're a good boy, and I'm gonna reward you!" With that I heard the bolt of his door slide into the open position, but at no point did he pause in fucking me. Knowing he also enjoys being fucked, I assumed he was hoping some horny guy would come by and slip into his hole while he fucked mine! After a few more minutes fucking, he asked "You want a load in your ass?" Although unsettled, I gave him a firm 'yes'. He picked-up the tempo of the fuck, and I could actually fee his cock expanding. Part of my brain recognized my decision to get fucked raw was far from the best of ideas, but just as I was forming the will to pull off his cock, the door opened, and a guy sporting a rigid cock walked into the room. From my position, all I could see was his cock, and was fuckin' beautiful. It was about the same size and shape as traindriver’s, hard and ready to be sucked! As I open my mouth and it slides in, I almost forget about the cock about to load me up, but I suddenly remember and make a move to pull off. As I do, the guy in my mouth reaches down, grabs my hips and pushes me back against the wall. “Stay there and take his load, you know you want it!”. The voice! It was traindriver!! “Shhh, you know you want this, so I made it happen! This is what you wanted but were too scared to ask for. This is why you wanted to be fucked through the glory hole, so you could imagine it was somebody, nobody, anybody…” I begin to cry, terrified of what is happening to me, but I don’t struggle against his grip. “Good boy, just keep sucking my cock and enjoy what’s happening to you!” I feel the cock in my arse suddenly swell and the warmth of a big load begin to fill me up. As I feel it, I cry for the knowledge of what I know is happening. As I cry, traindriver unloads in my mouth and as I automatically swallow, I feel the cock in my arse pull out and the cum begin to run down my balls. I try to pull away, but I’m held in place once more, and almost immediately, another cock slides into my ruined hole. “You stay there and take those cocks. I know you want to, I know you need this and you know it too! The big load of cum you just shot on the floor without even touching your cock is proof! I’ve set you free and you needn’t worry about whose cock is coming through the hole any more. As he speaks, the second cock pumps another hot load into me and is replaced by the yet another. I can hear the guys outside high-fiving and telling each other about the hot hole in the booth taking their loads. I’m held in place for a total of five loads, shot deep in my hole and pushed deeper by each subsequent cock. My cock remains hard throughout, despite the huge load I shot with my first cum injection, and despite the fact that its continually drooling cum (just like my ruined, stretched arsehole!) all the way through my breeding. Traindriver remains with me throughout, whispering words of encouragement, feeding me his cock, keeping me in place and making sure I am sniffing his poppers to keep me compliant. When the fifth cock pulls out of my gaping hole, he gently pulls me into a standing position, my tired limbs complaining from where I’ve been bent over for so long. “Did you enjoy that? Wanna know how many of those guys were poz?” Of course I did. “Well the guys who fucked you were arranged by me. I know who they were, but you don’t. If you want to find out, you’re going to have to go around the sauna and ask the guys. But you can’t just ask them, they’ve all agreed that they will only tell you if they are poz or neg when their cock is in your hole. You’ll need to get fucked a few more times if you really want to know!” As I left the booth I saw guys walking around the hallway, and I wondered which of them had been in my ass. Of course I also speculated as to which guys were poz and which were neg. Most of the guys registered my legs and arse were coated in cum, and the hunger each man displayed in his lustful gaze told me he wanted to be the next man to spew his load in my arse. I made my decision and headed to the open room at the end of the floor where a number of guys had gathered, to be joined by those who were following me. Taking up my position on the bed, I gestured for someone, anyone to use me, all the while knowing I would, one way or another, eventually figure-out if any of the loads in my arse were, in fact, poz.

There were a number of bar stools on the back wall. I took a seat on one, trying to get straight in my mind what was happening to me and what I had done. A big guy was seated on the next stool. His head was shaven, he stocky body sported a number of 'school tattoos', and his thick cock and heavy balls hung below his bulging belly. "Quite a show you put on just now," he commented approvingly. I noticed his thighs bore a number of ugly, purple blotches and just above his cock was a small biohazard tattoo in red and black ink. "Did...did you fuck me?" I asked. He saw me staring at the tattoo and the blotches on his legs and grinned evilly as he replied "Oh yeah. I never pass up on a chance to load up a willing arsehole. I imagine you have more than a few toxic loads swimming up there." I gulped and trembled a little as his cock began to thicken. His cock which may well have already infected me"You scared? Chickening out?" I shook my head and smiled shyly back. He chuckled suggesting "C'mon, I've got some friends who'd love to meet you." With that he levered himself heavily off the stool and led me round to the far side of the bar where a group of four or five older trolls were drinking and chatting. As we approached the men he began to introduce me, only to ask "This is...what's your name?" "Ian," I answered. "I'm Mick." The trolls looked hungrily at me. I couldn't help but notice their flabby, ravaged bodies, sunken cheeks and stringy arms and legs. Mick bought me a drink and as I took a sip I felt several hands exploring my cock and arse. I couldn't stop myself from getting erect and could sense the air of excitement which was building. "Show us your hole, Ian," Mike suggested. I bent forward and spread my cheeks. Someone spread some lube on me and then a finger slid up me. The lube helped but, even so it felt scratchy. In a few seconds I started to feel strange. A warm, tingling rush swept through my body. My cock felt even stiffer, my heart was pounding and I felt incredibly horny. "What's happening?" I gasped as I felt my self discipline slipping away and an incredible urge to fuck someone, anyone. "Just a little something to relax you," answered Mick as he nodded to the owner who was perched on a stool behind the bar, remarking "I think he's ready." The owner nodded back, and lifted a flap in the bar. They led me through and up some narrow rickety stairs to the floor above. I could feel their hot bodies around me and smelled their sweat and the acrid smell of poppers. There was a small room off to the left, bare apart from a filthy, stained mattress on which were a number of used packets of lube. "Lay down," instructed Mick. I complied, laying on my back, feeling a damp patch under my hip. Immediately I was surrounded by ageing, sweating flesh as the group descended on me. Fingers and lips probed and licked my face, cock and nipples and I could hardly breathe for the weight of bodies clambering over me. It was like animals in a farmyard with a bitch in heat. They turned me over and smeared lube between my buttocks. There was a pushing and shoving around me, and then I felt a heavy body on my back as calloused hands dragged my legs apart. A bony forearm snaked around my throat and then his cock slid into me. "Oh yeah!" someone whispered as he began to slide in and out, choking me just enough to make me gasp. Other voices whispered around me, urging him on as fingers probed between my legs, searching out the cock fucking me. "Take it, you bastard!" the top gasped as his body shivered and his cock throbbed and throbbed as he spunked in my hole. I could actually even feel his heart pounding in his rib cage. Then he withdrew and climbed off of me. Eager fingers probed my hole, feeling for the sperm which had been deposited and then I was rolled onto my back and my legs gently, reverently pulled up to my chest. An old man in his sixties with a bony torso and sores on his mouth and in his hair squatted between my legs, grasping a long, thin cock in his wrinkled fist. Grinning almost irrationally, he leaned forward and slid it up me, thrusting urgently back and forth like a rambbit. "Yeah! Oh yeah!" he gasped. Then he leaned forward and I felt his crusty mouth searching for mine. There was a moment's revulsion but then his lips found mine and I could only kiss him back as his tongue filled my mouth. Holding me like that, mouth clamped on mine, he gave a little groan of pleasure and came in me, jerking and thrusting like an animal. When he'd finished, he stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes as he murmured "Welcome to the club, matey." I glanced around at the filthy walls, the eager faces and realised I was in the depths of depravity and an enormous sense of relief and acceptance swept over me. Some one pulled me across the mattress until I was straddling a heavy, hairy body and a thick cock jutted up against my arse. It was Mick, his face sweating and swollen with lust. Eager fingers grasped his cock and guided it into me and he licked his lips as my rectum engulfed him. Someone knelt next to me, urgently thrusting his cock against my mouth. I turned and sucked it in and, almost immediately, it burst a thick load of cum on my tongue. I let him finish then looked down at Mick as his body rippled and thrust up into me. He smiled and opened his mouth, giving a loud groan which somehow recognized the pure filth of the moment. I sat up as best I could and gave him a kiss as we swapped back and forth the load of cum I had just taken, mirroring his thrusts into my arse.

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….

The crowd of older guys surrounding me looked at me like I was a piece of meat for their pleasure. As I waited for the next onslaught to begin, I suddenly heard a voice cry out in the hallway. “Oh god, help me, please somebody help me!” The voice sounded young, I watched as the crowd slowly parted and a skinny young twink about the same age as me was dragged in. He was being held by a stocky older guy, who marched him towards me. With a single move the older guy ripped the shirt off the young guys back, leaving him just wearing a pair of skimpy shorts. He then shoved forcefully and the young guy sprawled on the ground in front of me. “Look what I found out after dark.” the stocky guy announced to the room. “A new play thing.” A pleased murmur went around the room. “Please guys, just let me go, jokes over now, I’ll just go and we can all forget about this.” the twink said. “Haha good luck with that, bitch.” one of the crowd yelled out. The twinky guy raised his eyes and for the first time seemed to notice me, he looked at me suspended from the ceiling. His eyes and mouth opened wide in shock. He turned back to the man who had dragged him into the room. “Please, please just let me go!” his voice went high with panic. “Maybe we will let you go, but first I think you should put on a little show for us.” the older guy responded. “Wha.. What do you mean? What kind of show…?” he stammered. “We want to watch you two boys put on a little fuck show for us.” “But, I’m not queer!” I watch in slow motion as the stocky guy hand slapped down hard on the twink's ass. “AHH! Fuck! What was that for?” the twink screamed in pain. “Shut the fuck up, you will do whatever the fuck we tell you to do.” the stocky guy demanded. “Now, get over there and make out with him!” I watch as he slowly stood up, looking me up and down. His mind no doubt wondering if he would meet the same fate as me. “Don’t just stand there gawking at him dumb fuck, kiss him, get this show started!” someone called out. The twinky guy slowly got closer to me, when he was right in front of me he whispered “What’s your name? How did this happen to you?” “My name’s Jordan, this guy Matt kidnapped me and they have been using me for sex.” I replied. “I’m Ryan, if I get out of here I’ll send help.” “Enough talk boys, get the show going or you’re going to regret it.” The stocky guy demanded. Ryan moved in closer to me, he looked scared and hesitant, but slowly moved in close and after deciding he had no choice, kissed me. His lips barely parted as we first kissed, but I was still able to enjoy it. Still suspended from my wrists, I had little control of the kiss but I felt him start to explore my mouth with his tongue. “Fuck yeah, thats it boys, lets see some fireworks.” One of the guys in the room yelled out. “Cut his wrists down.” Someone else yelled. I watch as the stocky guy moved forward and with a swift movement, released my hands from the harness. As I felt the blood start flowing in my arms again, I tentatively moved my hands onto Ryan’s hips and started to make out with him in earnest. For a ‘straight’ boy he seemed to be ok with kissing me, and for a few minutes, the reality of our situation melted away as we enjoyed the moment. He pulled away for a second and I looked at his gorgeous lips, wet with saliva. His eyes were glazed over with lust, as he tugged at my hands and indicated we both lay on the floor. I lay on my back with Ryan above me, he looked down at me unsure, before I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into another kiss. For a moment, it was just Ryan and I making out, but after a moment I became aware of the noise of hard cocks being stroked all around us. The room full of men eagerly watching us put on a show. I felt Ryan’s hands run over my body, as I felt his stiff cock push through his shorts against my thigh. My own erect dick leaking against his abs. I was suddenly aware of the stocky guy moving in behind Ryan, I watch Ryan’s body stiffen as he realised what was happening. His eyes looked into mine with a silent pleading for help. I had long since given up hope of getting out of this situation, and so I stroked his face, trying to calm him. “Shhh, it’s ok.” I whispered to him. “If you just go with it, they will let us go at some point.” The stocky guy jerked Ryan’s shorts down to his knees, exposing his tight ass to the room. I saw the stocky guy dip his finger into a drop of pre-cum from his own leaky cock, and then swipe the pre-cum against Ryan’s hole. Ryan nuzzled into my neck and whimpered, clearly terrified of what was to come. “Please don’t let them do this, I have never been fucked before.” he pleaded to me. I just looked at him with sadness in my eyes. “I can’t stop them.” I heard the stocky guy spit, wipe it over his thick meaty cock to make it slick, and line the thick cock head up, poised to violate Ryan’s virgin hole. Ryan tensed as he felt the wet spongy cock head kiss against his hole. I couldn’t help but watch with fascination. I looked up at Ryan who had tears in his eyes, I kissed him, hoping to distract him. As we kissed, I felt him gasp as the massive cock head parted his virgin hole and slowly start to sink deep into his tight body. “Argh fuck!” he cried out. “Please don’t do this!” Ryan started to move, trying to free himself from the giant pole impaling him. “Hold him fucking still, or I'll break his fucking neck” the stocky guy ordered me. I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s torso, trying to calm him and get him to accept his fate. Ryan froze for a moment, which was just long enough for the stocky guy to slide the last few inches of his fat cock into Ryan's now distended boy hole. I watched as Ryan’s back arched up and his mouth opened wide in a silent scream. He had taken the whole cock inside him and was totally defeated. He slumped onto my chest, silent tears streaming down his face as the stocky guy started to slowly plow Ryan's no longer virgin hole. “The boys want to be able to see the action, hold his cheeks apart, they want to see me rip his hole wide open” The stocky guy demanded. I reached down and grabbed Ryan’s tight ass cheeks, I spread them wide and looked down in amazement as the fat cock plowed, and pulled at Ryan’s tight ring. From the noises in the room, the other guys were just as turned on by the sight as I was. I realised as I held Ryan’s ass that I was now a willing participant in Ryan’s rape. I wanted to see him used and degraded, I wanted to see him take his first poz load. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, two hairy guys had come closer to watch and were stroking their leaky cocks over the sight of Ryan being fucked on top of me. I watched as one of the guys exploded over Ryan’s hair and back, coating him in a thick ropey load. The sight of the cum load sprayed all over Ryan seemed to spark something in the stocky man. I watched as his hips began to thrust in earnest. I could hear his balls slapping hard against Ryan’s soft skin. A choked sob came from Ryan as he realised what was about to happen. “Please, please don’t.” he croaked out. “ARGHHHHHHH!” the stocky guy arched his back and went tense. Ryan’s eyes suddenly locked on mine, pure terror on his face. “TAKE MY FUCKING POZ LOAD YOU DUMB SLUT!” the stocky guy bellowed as his hips thrust his deadly venom deep into Ryan’s fuck hole. “Noooooo!” Ryan yelled as his panicked body tried in vain to get away from the stocky guys thick shaft. The stocky guy collapsed, spent, onto Ryan’s sweaty back. Pinning him on top of me, with no chance of escape. I held Ryan tight as his head slumped onto my shoulder, and he started to cry.

Disclaimer: sorry for my English. I know it isn't very good but I do hope you enjoy this true story. A week ago I was on Grindr looking for some bareback sex. A raw cock was all I needed. I texted a 22 yeard old guy, from Sicily, but living in Rome. He described himself as 'kinky and hung'. A few days later we got together, and as we were about to fuck and I asked "Are you poz?" "No," he replied, adding "are you?" "Yes." "On meds?" "Sure," I lied. Well, it was a gorgeous hard fuck. I ended up scooping his cum from my hole, licking it from my fingers and deep kissing him. Afterwards we lay in my bed, smoking cigarettes and cuddling, when commented "You've got no limits, man." "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself," I replied. "Yeah, I did, and to be honest I wanna be like you." "Do you always play bare?" "Yeah. Four months ago I knew for sure I was still neg, but I really don't know now." "So you wanna get pozzed?" "Emmm, well, I gotta admit the mere thought of taking a poz load makes me hard." "And what if I told you I had lied earlier?" He kissed me deeply and, staring straight into my eyes asked "What do you mean?" "I'm not on meds. Want some poz cum? Want my virus in your blood?" Without saying a word he took my bone into his mouth and gave me head. Ordinarily I have a hard time cumming if I'm only getting a blow job, but something about playing with a 22 year old who wanted to taste poz cum pushed me over the edge. That and I wanted to please him. And, as my poz load began making its way out of my balls I asked "Are you ready for my toxic spunk?" "Yes, sir," he replied as he closed his eyes, a look of rapture on his face, as he swallowed all my poz man juice. Afterwards he said the next time we play he wants my cum in his ass - no mercy. I will definitely brand him.

I sit here writing this knowing that as I flex my hole closed it assures that no load will be lost. It's the weekend and I am horny as FUCK! So going on Grindr and Scruff looking for hot guys to fuck or get fucked by. Finally, a few but most flake out as usual, but one assured he would be over and he showed up. kinda average looking guy 19 yr, So, what the FUCK, why not. Mind you, I am a 6'2 medium build 40 yr old 7 in cut versatile. So his name is Alex, about a 6 in uncut cock. We strip and get to town me sucking his cock as he sits in a chair next to my bed. He is holding my head on his cock and it goes deep. Well, I can deep throat up to like 7 in so his was easy as his head just went deep. He groaned and said, "Fuck, Oh my god, oh my god." a few times. Finally, he said he wanted to fuck me. So, I spun around and he climbed on my back doggy style. He reached and grabbed for a condom and put it on his cock. Then he lubed and slammed in. He then jack hammered me with his cock hard and fast over and over. Pulling out nearly all the way, then slamming as deep as he could. Oh my god, my hole was feeling raw. So, after fucking me for a good 10 min straight, we switched positions and he went to town on my hole again. Then, he finally stopped, rolled off me and said, "I never cum." But, that is a hot tight as and I want to fuck it again tomorrow before I leave town. Sounds good. Then he dresses and leaves. I wonder, we never discussed stds, well he did use a condom. So, DOES IT MATTER? So, I am satiated but not satisfied. So back to Grindr & Scruff. Looking around, horny as hell, I decide to lower my usual standards and just take any cock. Fuck it! So, this older guy hits me up. he is a top and looking for bottom. Well, I end up driving up to his place. I asked him if he had lube etc. His response was bring lube and poppers. So, does that mean he has condoms? Well, I always have a couple in my naughty bag. Some are not the best, (wink, wink). So, I arrive we go straight to the bedroom and strip. He shoves my mouth down onto his cock. It is of course not as big as he said. He has alcohol dick and just isnt getting hard enough. Finally, he started eating my hole, digging his tongue into my hole, while lifting my legs up higher. He then grabs my legs and flips me over onto my chest, ass up. He hopes on my ass his dick nearly piercing my hole. He then takes his time and work his cock with a little lube into my hole. No discussion of condoms, no discussion about stds. He starts hammering deep into my hole. pulling back until just the tip is in my hole and slams back in, I screech a little and he slaps my heading telling me to "shut the fuck up, bitch!" He is pounding my hole relentlessly. I don't know what to do since I can't scream and cant moan too loud and thinking, WAIT, he is bare! He will tell me when he gets close and give me the option, Right? He won't cum in me with out asking, Right? He is just fucking constant pounding, bam, bam, bam, pause, bam, bam, bam!! Over and Over again. The he collapses on my back. I said, "Did you cum?" he responded, "Yea, Sorry and it was a big one too. My bad." I wonder what the fuck to do now? He starts fucking me again and says, "You want me to work my cum as lube deep into your tissues so you can take more cock, Right?" And, before I can say anything because I am in shock still he pushes the poppers under my nose and says breath and he pumps a quick jab into my hole making me gasp and take a huge hit. Wow, that is hitting fast. "But, dude!" "Too late now, sorry. Your hole was just so tight. So here we go again." He then proceeded to start fucking me hard. I had not realized his cock had grown hard in my ass crack. SO, when he put it in he just shoved deep. I screeched again, and again he slapped my head and this time put his hands around my neck and started choking me say, "Bitch, you need to learn to stay quiet!" I am flat on my stomach on the bed and feel like I am on a trampling he is practically jumping off and then slamming in. My hole is opening up and his cum from his first load was frothing around my opening. He stopped fucking me, pulled out, lifted my ass to his face and starting licking up all the frothy cum and ass juice. I let out a GREAT BIG "MOAN". "You, want more, don't you, bitch?" "You might as well, one or two loads" DOES IT MATTER? "You are a slut." As, starts choking me again and pumping into my hole hard. My feel like it is so loose now. He is fucking harder and harder and then he groans and shoots five pulses of cum into my hole. I felt them this time. I lie there with him on top of me breathing heavy as his cock still semi-hard continues to throb in my hole. He then starts trying to fuck my hole again. He whispers in my ear, "I think we should try for a third, don't you slut?" I can only muster a sigh of agreement. He is pounding as hard as he can, his cock is hard then soft then hard and drives into my hole, It was crazy weird feeling. But, my hole was already pretty worked over at this point. So, finally he rolls off me and says, "Well, no third load but I worked the other two deeper into you." All I can say is, "Thanks!" "So, you better go now I have to wake early. Unless you want to stay and take a few more loads in the morning?" I am in a foggy daze from the poppers to the pounding. I go ok, dress and he kind of guides me out the door. "Be in touch!" "OK, bye!" Still in a daze, I sit in my car and gather my thoughts and drink some water. Now I start off to home thinking about what just happened. I never discussed stds or safe sex, this guy was rough looking and shit, what did I do. So, I figured, I would text him. I texted him that i had wanted to ask about stds and poz or neg but had forgotten. I then asked if he could tell me. He said "Yea, dude, no stds" So, I said "And, poz or neg?" hoping for a good answer, confused and not sure which answer I wanted to hear. And, he said, "DOES IT MATTER?" I think I have to go back and get more.

It was my second visit to the Fort, a sleazy pub in London which held naked days on Wednesdays, and where I began my descent into depravity when I was fucked in the sling in full view of the bar. As I remember it, the bar was dark, the music was loud, and the room smelled with the body odour from the many old trolls lounging naked at the bar. I removed my clothing, storing them ia locker, then walked naked to the bar area where I ordered a drink. Numerous pairs of eyes glittered in the dim light as they scanned my body. Naturally I was nervous, and still unsure of what I was doing. As I turned from the bar and moved towards the far wall, a man walked past me and stroked my bottom in passing. I turned and he gave me a smile. His face was swarthy, with deeply sunken cheeks and his body was quite muscular, his veins clearly protruding. "Nice arse," he remarked in a clearly Italian accent. "Thanks," I replied. His body was so obviously wasted it made me shiver with fear and excitement. "Want to have some fun with me?" he asked. I had to ask, "Are..are you poz?" Again he smiled answering "Yes, of course. Twenty years now. Come and play," as he led me over to a corner, gesturing at a couple of empty bar stools, asking " You kinda new here, eh?" "Second time here," I admitted. "Then you should get plenty of cock. A fresh boy like you. Still neg?" I nodded, and he shrugged as if to say not for long and then said "Raise your legs and show me your hole." I leaned back and managed to raise my legs almost to my chest. He gently fingered my slit and poked the tip of his finger into it, urging "Push it open, Try to suck it in. The guys like it nice and puffy." I gasped as his finger slid into my hole, definitely glad I had pre-lubed myself when I undressed. He probed in and out, at the same time offering me a bottle of poppers. I sniffed deeply, and felt the familiar melting rush. I half-noticed some guys moving closer to get better view, and my new friend winked at them as his fingers opened me up. I looked down and saw he had an erection, and a thick drool of precum was hanging from the mushroom shaped head. I took another sniff of poppers and suddenly, in a matter of fact way like a dog mounting a bitch, he removed his finger, pushed his hips forward and slid his slimy, toxic cock up into my rectum. I gasped with shock, but he crouched over me, shoving the finger which had been up my hole into my mouth as he thrust his cock in and out, grunting "Take it! It's what you came here for, isn't it?" There were several men clustering round us now, and someone supported my shoulders and two more held my legs up as the Italian man slid sensuously in and out of my arse. "Very nice!" he remarked, but not yet. I will maybe make you pregnant later maybe, eh?" With that, he slid out of me and stepped back. I was thoroughly excited, and my hole, gaping. The guys lowered my legs, and the Italian gestured for me to bend forward over the stool. I complied and he fed his slimy cock into my mouth, asking the general question "Okay, guys,, who's going to be first to knock up my little slut?" I felt strong fingers pull my arse cheeks apart, and a short, thick cock opened me up further, then slid up inside me. I looked over my shoulder to see a fat, middle aged man dripping with sweat as he started to fuck me, but the the Italian clearly was in charge of matters as he slapped my face, positioning my mouth to take care of his cock. "No, no," he almost cooed, urging "You just keep sucking. You don't need to see who in your hole, or, for that matter, who knocks you up." I felt the fat man grunt and shiver as his throbbing cock unloaded in me. When he withdrew his warm sperm ran down my balls. Another cock immediately began it's journey into my rectum, but this time I had learned my lesson: like a good slut I didn't look round this time, nor did I check out the series of men who mated with me. One after the other the men kept cumming until the sperm overflowed from my puffy arsehole. The Italian man, all the while, stroked my hair, reminding me what a good boy I was....

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.

you both have hot asses. I'm usually a bottom and look at asses and cocks, tonight my b/f wanted me to top so took a few little purple pills and fucked him for half an hour. Did I like it? Yeah, the orgasm was incredible but much prefer being a bottom. He, being a top, says he doesn't look at other dicks, but does look at asses all the time.

I secured the boy's feet in the sling, tightened the straps around his wrists and shoved a hard lump of tina into his tight sphincter, roughly massaging it into the heat of his pulsing ass. He said he was a top, no questions , and as my single digit explored his hole I believed him. The boy was fixed tightly around my invasion, I could feel the pressure around my knuckle as he pushed hard against the burning drugs melting into his system. "Nice, lad" I said, keeping my finger dancing along his prostate, watching the expression of clean cut, boy next door 19 year old struggle against the sensations of pain and pleasure. He broke into pearls of sweat that dripped off his tight abs onto the concrete beneath him. "Uh...Uh" he moaned as I twisted the last remnants of the rock deeper and deeper into him "Oh fuck" he cried, shaking in the sling. I smirked as the crystal vanished and the boy visibly started to relax, I kept my finger in his warm cunt, leant over his jock boy frame, and kissed him hard brushing his damp mop of dark hair across his brow. "Oh Fuck..." He moaned into my mouth as I drew my finger out his quivering pussy. His twink cock was rock hard, a silver stream of precum pooling under his abs. I stood back up, scooped up the entire pre load and fed it to him off my fingers. It'd been a good night in the end. I looked down at my broken little top, slurping his own cum off my digits and couldn't help a broad grin. The hottest twink in the club - mine to abuse for as long as I wanted. Only I hadn't wanted him, I'd wanted his cute-as-fuck, shy little jock friend. I'd tried every trick in the book to get him where the hot twink now found himself. I pushed my fingers further down the kid's throat, taking out a little frustration. Twink; jock; chem; "There, there" I soothed, drawing them out as he gagged and coughed. "You gotta get used to it, you want to please me don't you? You want to get me off, right?" I asked He looked at me with fawning eyes. "Yes...God, I want to get you off...I want to make you cum" "Who said anything about cum boy" I said laughing, gently running my hand down and up his tight, taught little six pack. He looked at me quizzically as I left him hanging for a moment to find my playkit in the darkness of the room. There was something about the one that got away, something that made a predator like me...well, angry. I hadn't lost a chase in a while and that little jock had got to me, got under my skin and into my head. Seeing his pert little drunk muscle ass disappear into a taxi had seriously angered me...and now, I was going to take my frustration out on his friend...luckily, he was one of those clean cut, athletic little swimmer types that'd usually get my blood boiling to breed. Tonight my blood was boiling to destroy. A few more drinks, a bit of G and the kid was pressed against my hard chest, gibbering about being a top and not really up for much more than 'fooling around'. Fortunately, the Tina laced joint we shared in the parking lot changed his mind, suddenly he was amped, pliable to my suggestion... "I've never been to a sex club" he giggled. A shit tonne of reassurance, another laced joint and the kid gamely got up in the sling. I'd rimmed him, nigh on treated him like a fucking king till he was so relaxed, so high on drugs and sex he barely noticed as I secured him. "Wha...whats that?" He said as I returned, applying a tourniquet to his little, bulging arm. "This kid" I said, prepping his vein "is heaven, hell and every fucking thing in between and it'll blow your fucking mind" "Uh...I...don't know" he said "Kid" I said, pausing..."That's not gonna work for me...you wanna have the best night of your life? You wanna have sex as though your life depended on cumming, as though there was nothing else on earth but cock and men and muscle and pecs and boiling, life affirming jizz?" He sighed, "Oh Fuck yeah..." He sighed I plunged the needle into him, slamming him into the stratosphere...he'd thank me again in a few hours. It hit him violently, I soothed as he coughed, spat, gagged ...rubbing him as he struggled for breath. As he breathed deep,I heard him growl... "Oh...fucking hell...I feel...Oh Fuck" I laughed as he struggled in the sling "Please, he said...Oh...Fuck, I need to touch myself...holy shit..." I shook my head, grabbing his rock hard dick myself and gently jacking it for him "Feel good?" I said He mumbled something as he smiled broadly, eyes rolling backward. "Dont stop" he said breathlessly, so I did. I was king now. I walked around to my playkit, grabbed a small plug and found myself at the entrance to his perfect little hole. He continued to struggle to break free of the sling to touch his leaking cock. I spat on the plug and gently pressed it against his hole. A bit of pressure and the boy took the whole fucking thing, sucked to the hilt. He moaned, his dick pumped a fresh pool of pre cum onto his abs. "Perfect" I said, "keeping it cumming kid" I laughed, scooping it up, tugging out the plug and coating it in his semen. "Here it comes" I shoved it back in, grabbed the rest of my toys and hunkered down to push the kid's limits. A plug, a dildo, all lube free save for a good few doses of boy pre seamen. The minutes flew by, as I sucked out a good sized dildo from his ass I was ready to fuck...but, not him, not yet...first I needed to vent a bit more, I wanted to revel in his worn out pussy, not break him in for others. I shoved a plug in him, kissed him, grabbed my towel, opened the door and left. I took the key to his restraints with me, no one would take my prize that way. The club was thumping with sex and, as I turned back to the sling room I saw one by one, as men entered, enticed by the perfectly displayed offering therein. I couldn't help but watch as a massive daddy type, reached the blissed out kid first, pulled out the plug and inserted a few fingers. My view vanished as men began to pour in from..."see ya soon boy" I said, dropping my towel and entering the club proper, letting my dick guide me into the thick of the heaving, sweaty pool of men.

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.

I knew what I was getting into. I’d heard of Lawyer John’s notorious parties through the grapevine for years. My friend Con, who was a filthy gossip, pointed him out to me a few times in the nightclubs of Belfast. Lawyer John (our nickname for him) was pretty to miss though given his overall “too-hot-to-stay-in-Belfast” looks and physique. Lawyer John was a suave stunner in his mid-forties, with a gym fit body and expensive tousled “salt and pepper” haircut. He should have been modelling suits for Gucci or something, and not raising the bell-curve for us poor mortals who didn’t have any other option but to stay here in the North, drowning our sorrows as we were that night. Northern Ireland once again performed abysmally in rugby, getting trashed by the All Blacks earlier that day. Con’s favourite pastime, after a few jars, was nodding his head over at some poor trick in the club and divulging all his nasty secrets. Usually they involved Con, a quirky fetish and/or an STI. Con was an old-school gossip and would always start off in his thickest working class Belfast accent with the line “Didja ya see that wee lad there righ? Well…” At this point our posse would be leaning forward wondering what new tale of desperation or filth we were in for. With Lawyer John, Con would always drink deep from his Guinness, nod over at him and then launch into the following tale. “Did I tell ye lads about our friend Lawyer John over there. Mike (this was me) knows, but I’ll tell the rest of ye. Steer clear of that fucker. A right nasty piece of work they say lads. They say he hosts these parties y’see. Where all the A-gays of Belfast go and get gee-eyed out of it on G and E and coke and whatever else you’d be having. No condoms, no fucking sense, and a few prossies hired up from London or wherever. He works over in the courts too, so he should know better. Anyways, the parties always get really fuckin wild, and to hear tell of it, at one of the last ones there was a lad who overdosed. Some fucker up from Fermanagh, still wet behind the ears and looking for his bit of freedom from his mammy and the farm, thought he’d try his hand at hooking. Anyways as the story goes, the lad reacted badly with the cocktail of drugs he was on and it wasn’t till after the party that they realised he was unconscious and had been for about a day or two. It was then that they dropped him outside the Pipeworks sauna and called the police. Kid nearly died. Seemingly was left with some nasty nerve damage too. And that kid…” and Con leaned in here, building suspense, “is none other than Ugly Eoghan!” I’d heard it before so chuckled to watch the looks of incomprehension on our mates as they tried to fit the pieces together. Lawyer John was some jet-setting executive who probably had a sea of hot accountants who wanted him to write off their “bad debts”. Meanwhile Ugly Eoghan was the odd drunk that’d turn up outside the Kremlin as the crowd turned out in the early morning, trying to chat up the very, very drunk twinks outside. He worked the “going-home” crowd, cause he’d been barred from every gay establishment between here and Dublin. He was only in his early thirties, but had such a way with him that he looked at least ten years older and while there was nothing necessarily disfigured about him, he had a constant stoop, squinted eyes and a perpetually sneering mouth, so you couldn’t help but be repulsed by him. To think that this gay “character” had been created by the beautiful and sophisticated Lawyer John was a good yarn, but none of us really believed it. Sensing our disbelief, Con urged us “it’s true honest! Ugly Eoghan’s life wasn’t always the car-crash you see outside the chipper on a Saturday pawing at the twinks. But seemingly Lawyer John has high connections, and got the whole thing hushed up. The police, the other party-goers, even the sauna staff, everyone was hushed up”. We nodded as Con knocked back the rest of his Guinness and looked to see who was getting the next round in. He always got a bit conspiracy-ish after a few, talking one minute about chem-trails, and the next about how the fluoride pumped in Irish water was to keep people passive. A nudge knocked me out of my reverie. It was my round. I waited at the bar for the hot new barman Sven to get my drinks. Seemingly he had to learn how to replace a keg or something, but you’d forgive a white blond Nordic god a lot for a flash of his dopey smile, so I pulled out my phone and checked my apps. Grindr and Scruff were disappointing as usual, though my profile didn’t invite a lot of comment – it was just a torso like all the rest of them – showing off my six-pack from two years ago, which had since gone into a small hibernation. Not that most tricks minded. None of them looked quite like their photos either, and as long as I wasn’t, well, ugly Eoghan, and I shoved all nine inches of my cock into them, I heard no complaints. The only messages I had was from this hot nurse Gavin who I always had a great back and forth with, but who always chickened out of all the dates I suggested, to the point where I gave up trying. Sometimes I was in the mood to flirt with him, knowing it’d have no effect, but not today. Sensing someone pushing past me for a newly opened gap at the bar, I moved to let the guy settle in beside me. I did a very subtle double-take when I realised it was the devil himself – Lawyer John. He didn’t even notice me. He still had his head turned, taking drink orders off of some tall muscle-bound blond who’d be perfect as an extra in any World War 2 film, yellow blonde where Sven was white. I took the time to properly study the Lawyer-man up close. God, he was gorgeous. He’s one of those guys who looks so much better as a 40 year old than he ever would have as a 20 year old. His tailored shirt opening to show a defined lean body and sculpted lines across his collarbones, up his neck and in his deep dimples as he laughed at something the Aryan giant said. I waited for the polite “eye-contact” nod that in Ireland passed for “thank you for giving me space at the bar”, but the lawyer studiously turned forward and blanked me. Pfft. Whatever. I guess if you don’t look like you breathe the same rarefied air as these little gods, you may as well be invisible. I then heard the distinctive message tones from Gay-Romeo beside me. I looked over, and sure enough, Lawyer John had his phone out too. I guess little gods need a bit of help looking for love too. I noticed he was mostly scanning an app with a black and orange design. I leaned over a little further. It was called “BBRT” or something like that. I then heard the Sven clear his throat “Ah Mike, jour drrinks” “oh right, cheers Sven!” A few drinks more with the lads at the pub, then at Con’s house and eventually we’re all calling it a night. It’s proper late, by the time I’m back in my flat near the university, like 6am. I clumsily broke the laptop out and looked up this BBRT website. Bareback Real Time Sex, it said. I gulped a little. I’ve not usually been one for bareback – topping’s the same to me if I top protected or not, so I always chose the former. Up until this point I’d never successfully bottomed, with or without a condom, so I saw no attraction in barebacking. However, Lawyer John was on it, and who knew, maybe he was only a click or two away. I could beat off to some pics of him, no harm, no foul. I read through the usual preamble with starting an account, and then once I’d verified my email and put up the bare skeleton of a profile (Newry9inch), I got to seeing who was online in Belfast. This was a very different pool to the Grindr/Scruff guys. There were a few kinky bastards who revelled in anything pain related, a few kids that had the title Bug-Chaser in their profile and then me by the looks of it. Noone else was online. I went back to filling out my profile, deciding to put up a cock pic as my main profile pic (it wasn’t as if I was looking for friends or gym buddies on this site). Then after a bit more thought I added a headless nude shot and an over-the-shoulder arse pic. “Fuck it!” I thought and headed to the bathroom. When I got back, I was in luck. My inbox had three more messages from three different guys – not just the welcome bot. The first was a proper daddy type who wanted to spank my ass for being up so late. I chuckled, and politely declined. The next was from a blank profile online asking “u into scat?” I once again replied “cheers, but definitely not my thing. All the best”, cause I may be many things, but I always answer people, so there’s no ambiguity. I’m a motherfucking gentleman! The last was interesting. It was another blank profile “northernlights”, this time asking “u into pnp?” Now I won’t lie. I love me a bit of rolling with molly or speed-pumped sex, so this had my slut-senses tingling – could this be Lawyer John? I answered “could be. Why?” And waited… About half a minute later I get a reply. “We’re looking to score” and a link to a webpage within BBRT. I clicked through the link and it directed me to an expired party page from earlier that night– some sort of group page that BBRT did for people arranging group meets – wow BBRT really knew their audience! This page had the description “Party – Titanic Quarter for titanic men”. I snorted at that. The blurb below was written as if a size queen on meth – detailing all the types of men who could apply (a very select few) and all the guys who couldn’t. To be honest the description was a turn-off. One of those impossibly high standard parties that I wouldn’t dream of trying for after a few rejections earlier on in life. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I feel pretty hot – I rock the slightly rough/scruffy, three-day stubbled scally lad look, but I would never fit in with the built Abercrombie and Fitch crowd. My body was lean and I was an in-shape lad especially for my job (a journalist for a less than reputable paper… ok so, a tabloid journalist – it paid the bills) but I’d never have this party’s required “defined muscles” or “less than 5% body fat” (I kid you not – that’s what they wrote). The rest of post summed up that a group party had been organised (about 6 hours earlier) for the A-gays of Belfast. Good-fucking luck to ‘em I thought! I saw my inbox had another message and clicked it. Northernlights again. “u know any dealers?” I chuckled and then remembered something. Looking to my chest of drawers in the middle of the room, I pulled out my sock drawer and fumbled at the back. I pulled out my old metal tea-box that had my weed and the makings of my joints in, a few pills, and also… at the bottom… …Eureka!.. I found the bag of MDMA that my mate’s sister’s boyfriend’s friend left behind at a houseparty a year back. The lad went mental looking for it afterwards, but cause he was a dick I didn’t call him up a week later when I found it behind the coal bucket. It was about 10-15g of product, but I’d tried it, and maybe cause it’d be been left out somewhere humid, or maybe cause it was it was just a shit supply, but it did nothing for me. But there was enough here for a trade. Maybe I’d get some money for it finally? I messaged back. “None that are awake right now. My usual guy’s disappeared too. I’ve a bit of my own supply - MDMA here (10-15g), dunno how good it is, if you’re desperate? J” (Was the smiley too much?) Northernlights was quick to reply “Yeah would be up for that - could buy it – where u? Could send taxi round? We’re in X” Obviously I’m not gonna reveal where exactly the guy was – but it was a very swanky part of town. Northernlights sent me on details of the place and then signed off – “…Thanks lad. See you soon” No name. But honestly considering we’d just agreed to perform a crime online I could understand that. Nice one! I was gonna finally sell off my old stash and at least see what the inside of one of these exclusive parties looked like. The taxi came round 15 minutes later. I was barely out of the shower and into my cleaner pair of going-out trackies when I heard my phone go off. I grabbed my whole stash box and all the way there I was full of nervous jitters. I kept thinking I was going to end up at some weird “eyes-wide-shut” masked party. The apartment building was one of the very modern ones that went up as part of the Titanic quarter’s refurbishment after the peace agreement. I remember seeing it being built and even then thinking I’d never be able to afford living in a posh place like this. I rang the apartment bell. Elocution lessons answered; “Yars?” “Um, this is ahem, Newry….” “Oh roight! Yars yars, push the door when it buzzes” I made my way up. On the way up I kept formulating and reformulating the plan. See how much they were willing to pay to keep their party going. Get a good look around to see how to super-hot live and try to see a few fucking, to fill the wank-bank. Get them to order me another taxi. Would they stretch to a pizza too? Oh, but how to make sure this wasn’t an elaborate police op? Wasn’t that entrapment? Did that law even apply in Belfast? Better make sure to get them to do a line for free first. I got to the door. I rapped gently on it. No answer. I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and there in a red and grey silk dressing gown stood Lawyer John. A-Gay of Belfast numero uno! “Newry9inches?” he said, smiling at me, showing those dimples. Those goddamn beautiful dimples! I nodded mutely and he waved me in. He muttered something about doing business upstairs in his room as I looked around the split-level apartment. There were bags and clothes on most of the chairs and couches in the main entrance hall-cum-living room. The floor plan was pretty open and segued from living room to foyer to kitchen (which was divided from the rest by an outjutting counter) all across the entire lower floor. There were some shadowy figures in the extremities of the kitchen and living room, but before I could better make them out, John beckoned me up his stairs (solid oak beams projecting from the wall, no banistair, very swanky!) I clambered up behind him, getting glimpses of his very tan, very developed gym-toned legs, to come out on a long corridor landing. Everything was ivory tones and expensive looking. There were about four doors off the corridor – two guest bedrooms, the main bedroom and main bathroom. As we went into the main bedroom I saw the entire outer wall was one plate window giving a fantastic view back over Belfast City. The bed was massive and recently used and there was an en-suite bathroom to the left. John sat down on the bed and looked expectantly me… “The MDMA?” “Oh right, yeah let me just get that out” and I walked over to the desk. He followed behind me as I lay the bag of white powder on the table. I saw the remains of some other lines of powder there and a credit card. I turned to him. “Um, don’t take this the wrong way, but cause I’m not used to, um, normally, ever doing this, and how do I know this isn’t some police sting?” He laughed a rich baritone laugh at that and said something about the differences in UK and American law, and that he’d asked me to bring over with me to sell, which indeed would be a form of entrapment. He then smiled and said, “but if it makes you feel better, I can do a line in front of you now?” I nodded, and he took the bag from me and poured some out. Crushing it with his credit card he asked me to roll up a twenty-pound note as he scraped together four short lines. When he pulled back he waved me forward to do the first two lines – oh right – I weirdly hadn’t expected to be doing the MDMA in front of him, but fuck it. I ducked down, snorted them up and passed the twenty. Squeezing and pinching my nose I looked over as he rose from his lines. “So do you wanna sit down for a bit, to see if it kicks in?” I asked. He nodded toward the bed, snuffling back all the powder. I sat down on the edge, he sat beside me. “I think I saw you out earlier” I mentioned. He nodded. “Mike here by the way” “Simon here” he replied, extending his hand for a handshake and smiling. I started to feel something in the back of my brain, but I was never great with MDMA. “I think I’m feeling it” I mentioned, “but it’s always a bit odd for me, how about you?” I asked. He was raising his half-shut eyes and muttering to himself… Yeah he was definitely feeling something. “Oh yars Mark” “uh it’s Mike” “Sorry Mike. Yah I’m feeling it – that is …some good stuff you have”. He looked at me. His eyes were massively dilated. We said in unison “wow your eyes…” and trailed off and chuckled. I looked at this guy who only hours before had seemed a part of the frosty impenetrable A-gay elite rubbish of Belfast, and yet here we were now, bonding. It was beautiful. I felt Simon and I were having a special time outside of time and that I could suddenly confide totally in him. “You should laugh more dude, your dimples are gorgeous” He smiled at this, and replied, “you’re pretty cute yourself dealer-man” I got a cheeky thought “what else can you do to prove you’re not a police officer?” His deep chuckle was adorable. “Well what would you like me to…” We got cut off by a knock on the door, the en-suite door. “Hey Si, are you still with that dealer guy?” The door opened and a tall pale guy with jet black hair stepped in. He was wearing a towel around his waist and had obviously come from the shower. His body definitely fit into the 5% body fat category. I think I could have seen him on a Men’s Health magazine or something – he had a familiar look about him. Every random Latin-named muscle was on display and some new ones too I think. “This him?” he asked Simon. “Yeah, this mmmmm here is…. Mark..no Mike! This is Iain” Iain smiled and extended his hand to me. “Not named after the Reverend I assure you.” I laughed and still felt very odd to be shaking everyone’s hand at a sex party. He then turned to look back at the desk. His back was just pure sculpture. I looked over to see Simon/Lawyer John smirking at me, catching me ogling the beefcake mere metres away from me. I giggled and nudged him. Yeah ok maybe the MDMA was having an effect. I’d missed Iain’s request “What now?” Iain repeated himself “Is it ok if I sample a line or two” “Be my guest,” I sorta slurred out. Iain bent over the desk to crush out a line’s worth. I was looking at Simon. He had mischief in his eyes. “Iain” Simon called, “I need to prove something to Mike here” and reached over to his towel-covered ass. Tugging on the towel as Iain crushed his line, Simon succeeded on pulling the towel off, revealing Iain’s pale magnificent ass. Iain barely reacted, engrossed in his task. The twin globes were just that right blend of smooth and bubble-butt, spreading down into two tree trunks of thighs. A real rugby player physique! Oh shit, now I knew where I’d seen Iain before. He’s Iain the rugby player! The gay rugby player Iain Hawkins! He was the prop-forward for the Northern Irish team who’d recently come out and had all his family support him in the papers, and his… boyfriend! I watched him earlier today get trounced by the fuckin Kiwis! My tabloid journalist was itching at the size of the scoop I had in front of me. Belfast A-Gay number 2, Iain Hawkins prop-forward for Northern Ireland, showing me his incredibly fuckable ass, while doing Class A drugs. Another part of me took over as I refocused on that ass. “Mike” Simon called back to me, “I’m gonna do something I’m pretty sure no undercover cop would do” and with that licked a finger and started to pull Iain’s ass-cheeks apart. Then exposing Iain’s pink rosy hole, he guided the lubed finger into Iain’s hole. Working it in quite quickly I figured Iain had already been fucked this night. Simon replaced his finger with his tongue as he got up properly to rim his friend. I heard Iain groan in appreciation and follow it with one quick snort. I was rubbing my cock through my grey tracksuit bottoms. Simon winked at me and looked to my growing bulge. “Looks like your username wasn’t lying” I smirked and coyly asked “do you want to check for yourself?” as I stood up, raising my crotch to his head height. He used his free hand to snag my tracksuit bottoms down exposing my navy blue jockstrap and jutting nine-incher. Simon mouthed a “wow”, as most guys do. It’s not just nine or nine and a half inches, it’s also quite a thick girthy cock which often a lot of bottoms can’t work with – they think they can, but their eyes are too big for their asshole. Simon got to work, pushing the jockstrap pouch to the side and freeing my monster. As he started lapping on the underedge of my cock, I reached over and started rubbing Iain’s ass cheeks. Iain took another snort and wriggled his ass in appreciation, or at least that what I took his ass-wriggle for. Unopposed I moved both my hands to cup Iain’s ass, kneading and massaging, rearranging our trio so that I could bend over to rim Iain while still giving Simon clear access to my cock. Iain’s hole tasted beautiful. You could tell that the cunt has been used, I could even detect some cum that hadn’t been fully washed away. Damn right I’ll admit I look for a good sloppy-seconds ass when I’m whoring myself round. I steer the fuck away from virgins and twinks. Fucking a cum-dump’s ass where it’s cold and virginal on the outside, but hot and juicy at the core… mmm my version of heaven. After a few minute of rimming and sucking – Simon sure loved sucking my cock and I was feeling a little more adventurous. I was alternating my tongue and my two left fingers, playing Iain’s ass like a fiddle. Iain pushed his juicy orbs again back at us, Simon pulled off of me to come beside me and watch as Iain started twitching his ass. I kept a grip on his ass shoving my left thumb inside him. Simon grabbed and turned my cheek and we stared intensely into eachother’s eyes. Simon took a step closer and asked, “would a policeman do this?” and grabbed the back of my head pulling me in to a full-on kiss. Our tongues were running against eachother, his spit, my spit. As I kissed him passionately back I felt his robe fall open and felt my cock bounce and joust with his thick 7 incher. Every bit of his body was tan, including his cock. I ran my right hand up and down his defined body, running over each muscular ridge – I kept asking myself, was this really happening? I looked down to pinch myself and could see a pearl of precum had started to drip off of his hooded shaft. I started to bend my knees to lick up every drop from his precum-dripping cock – I love a dripper! However Simon held me back and wiped his steady precum flow onto my own spit slicked member. After milking himself this way for a bit, he grunted up at Iain, “look back for a second Iain” Iain, minor sports celebrity, minor gay celebrity for the UK had recently done a fashion-spread for GQ magazine with his boyfriend. Yet right then he was currently sporting just a white powder moustache and a smile. He looked back over his shoulder at my proud nine-incher slick with Simon’s juices, as Simon tapped my cock against his twitching hole. “Oh yeah Mikey, shove that gorgeous stick into me” All thoughts of his boyfriend evaporated, all my thoughts of safety evaporated, I needed those ass-pussy lips on my poor naked cock and I needed it now! Ok yeah, the MDMA was definitely working at this point. I didn’t wait for a second request and shoved my tool deep in that slut’s hole. And what a fucking hole, it was a prime hole – medium rare/pink on the outside, juicy yet well done on the inside. I was a bit worried Simon’s precum wasn’t enough lube, but Iain already had a least two loads in him giving my cock the lovely cream covering as I churned that gut-butter up. I gave that rugby player a fucking penalty, conversion and a try. In fact I lost myself so much in pounding that perfect white arse's hole I didn’t notice Simon was gone. He had gone around to salvage the MDMA. It seemed I ploughed Iain a bit too heavily and now the prop forward had it all over him looking like some Japanese Geisha or some shit. “Oh shit dude, you’re gonna get so fucking high” I laughed, but I didn’t stop pounding him.

All about love (Part 1) Sometimes we open our eyes and we realize we are alone in this world. Lucius was in a world of his own. He had learnt what it meant to love and lose. When he was four years of age he lost his Daddy in a fatal car accident. One morning the man kissed his boy good-bye, telling him he loved him, only never to return. Then Lucius learnt what it meant to live with a desperate and depressed mother, who couldn’t get over her husband’s sudden death. More and more she fell into a state of weakness and one night, he was six years old, she kissed her son good night and told him she loved him. The next morning he found her not moving in her lonely bed. His grandmother took him in and tried to replace his father and his mother. She gave him all the love she had, to make up for the loss he had to endure in his young life, only to die of a heart attack when the boy was ten years old and attending school. The police and a DHS worker picked him up from his class, explaining he could never go back to Nana’s home and that her last words were, that she loved him. Then he took a journey from one foster home to another, but never did he stay long. He knew what it meant, to rely on the grown-ups and then to be abandoned by them, so he decided it would be best, not to show any emotions and he made himself intolerable. When he reached the age of sixteen he ran away from yet another foster home and lived on the streets, doing everything in the book to earn money, but before long he started to steal stuff from shops to sell them on the street - to buy himself food. Then he burglarized the homes of others to get money for drugs. And then he sold his body for another shot of heroin. One night he was in a club, he begged his dealer for some dope. He promised he would pay him in a couple of days but he needed a shot now. His dealer wouldn’t give him the shit for free, but then he told Lucius, that he might had a job offer for him. He would know people who might take him in and supply him with smack, if Lucius would agree to work for them. Lucius, now 18 years old, was shaking badly. Although he used the drug for a while, he still looked quite attractive. Of course it was inevitable that in time his body would give in to the ravishes of the drugs, and he would assume the look of a typical wasted junky, but at this point the only suggestions of the addiction was a certain vacant expression in his eyes and the fact that he was extremely thin. His pusher drove him to a rundown house on the bad side of the town. After he knocked at the back door they entered a filthy complex but didn’t care to look around much. He needed a shot urgently. Another guy, his name was Cole, was sitting in one of the rooms and listened to Lucius’ story. You could see in his cold eyes no sign of sympathy. He explained to the twink, that nothing in life would come for free. Since time was running up Lucius didn’t even care, what kind of work he had to do. He was in need for his next fix now. Cole stood up and walked towards Lucius. He stood in front of the kid and looked down at him. He massaged his dick through his fabrics and asked him, to show how much he really needed this shit. Lucius understood immediately and opened Cole’s pants. He grabbed the hardened dick and started kissing the leaking dick head. His tongue made love to the pushers piss slit and cleaned it thoroughly. He sucked the dick into his mouth like there was no tomorrow. He jacked this guy’s cock off while giving him a good old blow job. The pimp started face fucking poor young Lucius’ to check his gag reflex obviously. Soon the pimp reached his climax and shot his load down the boy’s throat - who swallowed the semen, like a whore. Cole turned around and handed the pusher some money and told him then to piss off. Turning back to Lucius’ he called two of his men and ordered them to drag Lucius to the room 18. There should be a free mattress. Lucius looked at him begging him for his shot and he barked to his men to give him a fix and then let the Johns use his new merchandise, to keep the money cash flowing. When they entered the room, there were 5 mattresses on the floor. On 3 there were guys involved in some heavy fuck actions. Young guys, like himself, were being fucked by older males. They didn’t even look up, as the three entered the room and moved to one of the free mattresses. “Take off your pants and short” one guy ordered. Lucius undressed completely and looked at both guys like a puppy in need. One guy left for a short while, only to come back with a needle and a syringe and other stuff. They gave him the urgently needed shit and left him dozing off at the filthy mattress. Not long after that, a trucker entered the room. He looked around and saw three whores already taken, but then he discovered the ‘sleeping beauty’ Lucius and started to unbutton his jeans. He grabbed his 8 inch dick and jacked it off, then he went down on Lucius who hardly recognized the guy approaching him. “How old, bitch?” he asked Lucius. Lucius tried to focus on the intruder, but he wouldn’t reply really. He was so high, that he didn’t complain about the guy pushing Lucius’ legs up and spreading it so far away, that his hole was accessible. ‘Fucking drug addicts’ the trucker thought and jammed his cock into the defenseless boy. He made a grunting sound. Although Lucius had whored around before, he was still tight, because he never exceeded in getting fucked by guys. “Tight bitch” the trucker moaned. His dick felt like being snipped off, by the tight boy’s anal passage. He had to work hard to get his whole cock into this narrow whore. He felt his body being used distantly and knew he should fight against it, but he didn’t care. His legs were tightly pressed against his chest. The trucker used the hollow of the knees to hold him down and use greater force to penetrate him. Since it was a bareback ‘flatrate’ night at the ‘Biohazard’, the Johns paid only one fee and could fuck as much as they liked the whole night and were allowed to change the boys as often as they wanted to. On all 4 mattresses drugged up boys, all of Lucius’ age, being abused and fucked hard by their Johns. They showed no mercy. They hammered their big cocks into the entries and tried to inflict some damages also. You could clearly hear the moaning and groaning, from other rooms also. The trucker didn’t even look at his boy whore. His eyes were closed and he enjoyed the sensational feeling violating this extremely tight cunt. He tried to jab his cock into the asshole as hard as he could, to show Lucius who was the man in the house and the boy reacted finally a little. “Take my toxic seed fucker…. *groans* take it all up your ass…. *grunts* yeah….. do you feel me…. *moans*” He fucked Lucius hard fired his bugs into the defenseless boy. Another John entered the room with an adolescent boy and told the young guy to undress his tight pants and open up for him. Lucius’ first day at a Biohazard whorehouse might change his life forever most certainly, but definitely not for good…

Spent the night in a hotel out in East Tx yesterday since I was working on a house I've just bought. The front desk clerk was a hot little Latino, early 20's, about 5'7" and slim-- and very friendly. I was in my room and fired up Grindr and there he was. Less than 100 Ft away. He messaged me - recognized my face. I told him to come up when he got off and within a half hour I was sucking on a thick, uncut 24 year old cock that was about 6.5" long but thick and very hairy. Clean and fresh, we 69ed for a bit before he asked if I liked getting rimmed. "Fuck yeah, getting my butt munched makes me want to get fucked tho" I said. He ate my ass like it was a burger and got it all sloppy and juicy, fingered me open and slipped that long foreskin up my chute. Fucked me slowly and deeply. It was like he was lost in the feeling, gasping and shuddering - taking his time. Must have been well over 20-25 minutes before he pulled me hard against him and pushed his dick as far up my hole as he could. He pumped what felt like a gallon of jizz in my hole he said it was only his third time. I love that action. Fucked me twice more before leaving and sucked my dick til I unloaded in mis mouth too. I'm going back tomorrow night for another round... or two.

Looking forward to reading about their visit to Prague.

Bring on chapter three! Looking forward to it!

I look forward to the next chapter... very hot story.

I have the same thing. Why indeed? I don't want to fuck it. I'm a bottom. But I like looking at hot asses, collect pics, appreciate a hot ass on the bottom when watching vids on Xtube, love watching guys' asses on the street. Maybe it is because I would love to have one like one that I particularly like? I don't know but I can drool over a hot ass like any top ;-) Interesting question if tops feel the same thing about other cocks. Btw, you don't have anything to be jealous about. Your ass is a fucking gorgeous A+++

I don't know that I suffer from depression as such, it's never got me down so much that I've felt the need to go and see a doc about it. However, in my daily life and my work situation, there are few moments where I could say i'm truly happy and having fun. The overwhelming feeling for me a lot of the time is just one of severe boredom with what society considers to be a "normal" existence. I have non-sex hobbies and passions that I enjoy but don't get the chance to practice them as often as I'd like. So when I'm getting fucked, playing with guys and taking cock... That's one of the times in life where I am really happy and enjoying myself.

After most of the men in the bar had wandered over and fucked me, there was a pause in proceedings. I was hanging helplessly over the bar stool, sweaty and gasping for breath. "How do you feel?" he asked, lifting my chin and staring at me. "I...I'm...I can feel it dripping out of me." I gasped. "Can't have that, can we?" he remarked as he disappeared behind me. I felt him wipe his cock between my cheeks, gathering up the sperm leaking from my hole then, with a grunt of pleasure he slid his cock easily into my cunt which was now puffy and swollen. "Ah, yes!" he signed, "So much cum in there. I wonder which load will take and knock you up?" After a few minutes, he slowly withdrew, ordering me to squeeze my arsehole shut so I didn't leak to much. He slapped my sweaty buttocks and said "Good little pig. I'm going for a drink. Catch you later." Then he turned and my eyes followed his sunken, wrinkled bottom as he headed for the bar. I levered myself off the stool, took a deep breath and headed for the toilet to take a piss. The toilets were off to one side, basic, no doors on the cubicles and very dirty and smelly. I stepped into a cubicle to piss. In the next one, an old guy was bending over the bowl being fucked by a younger man wearing motorcycle boots and with an obvious biohazard tattoo on his hip. The old guy alternately gasped and cooed "Oooh!...baby...fuck it! Cum in me!" Despite a growing hard-on, I managed to finish pissing. I couldn't ignore the activities in the adjoining cubicle. The younger man began to growl in pleasure as he worked himself to a climax and with a loud cry he spurted noisily before pulling out and strolling off. I headed for the bar and as I did so, I passed in front of the cubicle where the old guy looked back over his shoulder and wiggled his wet, sagging bottom lewdly at me, extending the invitation "Your turn, dearie," his voice high-pitched and lisping, and, perhaps to remove all doubt, he asked "Want to fuck me?" I was sorely tempted but I was so over-excited I knew I would cum straight away and I didn't want to cum yet.... "Maybe later," I mumbled as I moved on. Seconds later a man passed me on the way in and I heard the high-pitched voice give him the exact same pitch: "Your turn dearie...want to fuck me?" Outside, the lights had been turned down low and the music up loud. It was filling up with guys of all ages and body shapes, all naked and all eager to breed. I was aware of my wet and swollen arse hole and my erection swaying in front of me. Multiple glittering eyes checked me out and with a deep sigh I stepped into the crowd....

Just got more young cum inside me. When the boy arrived we went to my bed immediately. We kissed and after I sucked him a bit. He was very hard when I sat on his cock. He cum inside me very quickly. I could feel many spasms in his cock when he was filling me. I asked him to keep his cock inside and after a while he was hard again. We changed position and he gave me another load. So nice. Now we sit in the living room. He plays games on his phone... I will ask him to fill me more.

Not in jail but once where I used to live they had this program that inmates could work as janitors , gardeners, etc and there was one guy that was doing time and working as a janitor and every time he cleaned my area I offered him water/soda/ Juice and once i was wearing just a towel and the towel "fall" to the floor and he just grab me and fuck me in my sofa. them every week i waited for him naked he knocked my door and gave me a quick fuck and load.

Part 2 We got to their house, followed by 3 more carloads of guys. It seems you've gained a following, our parties are real popular but there's more than usual. We went inside n down to the basement, there were slings, a huge big screen TV w a bunch of pillows on the floor. We got higher, I was spun majorly as the room filled up w guys. Taylor put in a DVD n the newsman was replaced w a mass of naked men sucking n fucking n moaning. My eyes were glued to the screen when I felt my clothes being stripped n hands on my body. Taylor n Jon were all over me, I was being groped by everybody, booty bumps shoved in my ass n I was about to lose control. Taylor whispered, ur ass is ours, we all want a piece of u.

Jesus, who knew that something like this existed not just in the States, but fucking New England? Gonna have to look into this.

I have a friend that I hooked up with not long ago. He's married, has 4 kids and is always fun to be around. We where chatting about random stuff and he invited me to his place to hang out. His wife was out for the day and he was babysitting his kids. We had talked about sex before, but never done anything. After a while of hanging out, he and I went upstairs so he could show me around. When we made it to the top of the steps we went to his room. We sat and chatted done when he just it off the blue said he wanted to fuck me. I was kind of shocked, but I honestly wanted him to breed me for a while. So, with his wife out of the house, his kids down stars, I was laying face down on his bed with him pounding away. He's an admitted furry so I basically told him, go as would as he wants. I was moaning so hard when I felt him quicken his pace. When he came, he fell on me and bit down on my neck. Fuck it was amazing. I precame all over his sheets so he had to wash them fast, I'm looking forward to the next time we hook up.

III I need to make my way to the showers and push out this thing and the cum.. As I walk down the hall my head starts to get light and my ass starts to burn.. but more for desire. My hole needs attention. Lust seems to be taking over my body. Its heard to breath for a minute. I stop and try to focus on standing and breathing. I can feel throbbing coming from both my dick and asshole. My ass needs more dick. A guy comes up from behind me and says “how are you feeling?” I turn around. He’s nasty. He has a gaunt face, probably 60, 5’9” and 160 with a few tattoos around his waste. They look like Chinese stars and bug stingers. I notice his dick is pink and has what looks like blood streaks. Fuck, this is one of the guys that fucked me. For some reason i still liked his touch. With one hand he holds my shoulder and looks deeper into my eyes and repeats “hey, how are you feeling? you want some more seed?”. His other hand reaches around to my ass his finger probes my slick hole. I don’t say anything. I don’t deny nor accept his offer. He smiles, showing me his yellow teeth, and holding my shoulders pushes me down the hall. He opens one of the doors. Inside is stained mattress, an unzipped backpack, and a mounted TV playing group bareback porn. He grabs my face and slithers his tongue into my mouth. Im both repulsed and turned on by this old troll. He grabs my dick and I grab his. Both of our dicks are tender feeling but hard and start leaking a precum. I open my eyes while we’re standing there and see the 20 year old from the video room. He’s hot as hell. He comes to the open door and starts jerking his 9 inch fat dick. The old man pushes me backward. I think about my ass needing more attention. It burns for more. My heels hit the bedside and i fall backwards. The old man doesn’t miss a beat and puts his arms under my legs to pin me on my back and expose my hungry hole. I look down at his precum slick dick head aimed for my hole. He spits on my hole. I can feel the warmth of his spit coating my holes lips. He nudges forward and I feel his dickhead sink into me. It feels amazing. He works the head in and out a few times. The boy at the door say “fucking hot, Bill.. good find.” The boy walks over, crawls onto the bed and sits directly on my face. His hairy hole on my mouth. His large saggy balls on my chin. He moans “eat my ass.. rim me dude” I comply and start licking his hole. I feel the thick hair on my lips and tongue and taste the funk and what seems to be slickness from possibly being fucked earlier in the evening. I hear more guys coming into the room and one says with a deep voice “this is what I’m talking about” “nicee, Bill”. Bill is now slowly sliding in and out of me. I hear another guy say “here lets put another shard in him” Bills dick abandons my hungry hole. I feel brutally rough fingers jam another piece of glass deep in my ass. It feels like its in my stomach. It burns but more quickly this time makes me want more dick, deeper in me. Bill fucks the shard deeper in me. He starts to breath heavier and pump. He’s about to cum. I feel his dick flexing harder. The 20 year old on top of me is now stroking my dick as bill is about to climax. Bill moans “ahh here’s another load.. ahh hell yeah” He pulses and jams a few more times. i hear a deeper voice claim my ass next “my turn,.. I'm about to bust” Bill passes my legs to the deep voice guy. I feel his belly press up against my balls and his much smaller dick slide into my cum filled hole. He pumps a few times and growls “oh man, god I love breeding dirty muscle pups.. ahh fuck yeah” I feel his balls jetting into me. I pull him into me even more. I want all of him. I want all of them. He's not enough. He pushes forward as he pulsates. I think he’s making out with the 20 year old. I feel cold hands grab my right ankle. The fat bear climbs off. My other ankles is grabbed. My ass looses some of the cum its filled with. It feels like ounces of liquid oozes onto the mattress. The guy holding my ankles say “fuck yeah, how many loads has this pup taken?” Bill responds “at least 4 so far.. Then another voice says “my load was worked up in there also earlier from when i got head and Rafa fucked him..” Another voice says “Rafa eh.. pup I hope you like all the strains, Rafa just found out he’s full blown..” The man with my ankles moaned and shoved his thick cock in my hole. this one was just what I wanted.. Thick and long. He really stretched my ass. As he pounded the 20 year old scooted back and started working his dick in my mouth. My jaw could hardly accommodate 1/4th of this dick. I could smell ass, spit, and fuck on his dick. He definitely fucked earlier. I felt the guy jackhammering my ass speed up. He moaned and rams hard and stays deep. His dick is so thick I can feel every vain flex with the climax. I feel his cum in my stomach. I wanted all of him in me. I pulled his thighs. He too was old feeling and thin. I grabbed his waist to pull him harder and feel his boney ribs. He leans down to sucked the 20 year olds dick for a moment and then dismounted me. As he slides out, my hole is gaping, cold, raw, and wants more. I grab the underside of my knees to expose it even more. I feel the cool air assist the liquids both sink deeper into my body and chill them running down my crack and back. The 20 year old climbs behind me. He’s next. His dick is so big. The head was as big as the last guys entire dick. It is perfect. He leans into me and kisses me. His young tongue, sweet spit, and full lips are refreshing. At the same time he sinks deeper and deeper into my ass. I want him. He pumps a few times in and out while sinking. I looked around the room. There’s one other guy left who’s jerking. he is about 40 and very hairy. Possibly middle eastern. As the 20 year old starts to speed up the hairy guy positions himself behind the 20 year old. The 20 year old bottoms out and stops. I feel him flexing. He grabs my neck with one hand and leans forward and sticks his tongue in my mouth. I feel him flexing harder. the hairy guy is entering the 20 year old. I reach down to jack my dick. I am already close to blowing my load. My dick is so sensitive. The two of them started to pump in sync. Their weight together fucks me even deeper. My ass was stretched to its limit. I feel all the toxic cum being rubbed into my ass walls but this massive man dick. The pace started to speed up. The 20 year old moaned. “oh.. oh man.. here it cums” the hairy guy groaned also. I couldn’t stop my dick from shooting. He was hitting my prostate and every other part of my insides. I started to shake a with each jet. Again my ass hold tightens around the dick flooding my ass. Pump.. pump.. pump.. My dick jumps at the same time his dick flexes. The two of them fall forward onto me and then crash to the side of me and lay down on the bed. the 20 year olds knot is still inside me but slowly deflating. We were all so excused and breathing heavy.. I doze off.. Everything's black. I see a giant bull with red eyes approaching me. Where am i? My ass is on fire. The bull comes closer and I can see his red firehose of a dick start to emerge from the black fur. It;s glistening with red slickness. Everything goes black. I’m now in barn and I see a giant scorpion the size of a dog and a long black stinger dripping hot white acid. raised above it's body. For some reason I want it’s acid in me. I look to the right and see I’m under under the demon cows body it’s 16” dick is about to touch my lips. I accept it. i put the head in my mouth. It’s dick hole is at least 1/2” wide. I taste salty precum with my tongue. I suck on it and feel it start to flex and pump. A shot of cum fills my mouth. My mouth starts being flooded with cum. It’s so hot and salty. It has thick chunks of sperm. I can’t help but swallow gulp after gulp. I feel the stinger making its way into my hole. It burns but i want it. I feel its cold sharp tip enter me. It sinks deeper and stretches my hole to it’s ripping point and then stops. I then feel a blast acid in my hole. My dick is throbbing. I want more of both. I suck harder on the dick and try to use my feet to get the stinger father in my ass. My dick is about to explode. I wake up. I’m still in the bathhouse bed. I’m alone. My dick is throbbing. I feel my ass and it’s crusted with dry cum and blood. the mattress has blood on it from my ass. What time is it? I need to get to my meetings. Fuck I am so out it. My dick is so hard and my ass is sore but feels good. I rush back to my locker, throw on my cloths and head back to the Courtyard. It’s sometime in the morning. The sun is barely coming up. Luckily I know my first meeting doesn’t start until noon. I can probably get cleaned up and get more rest. As I walk I feel my ass get sticky and wet. I’m surely leaking into the ass of my jeans. As i enter the lobby I notice the front desk guy is an veiny old daddy. He’s probably 60, muscular looking, overly manicured, and looks like he's been around. He smiles at me as I shuffle to the elevator. I look like shit. As I pass him, i know he can see my ass is wet. I wait for the elevator embarrassed but so tired I don’t care.

II i stand there and process that I already have two random guys cum in my ass. The risk isn't that high, is it? Definitely no more unsafe sex. But I do want to blow another load or at least explore this place a bit more. I make my way through the glory hole room. I pass a few more guys at holes sucking off dicks. Theres a long hallway with doors on each side. Those must be the rooms. I walk down the hallway and hear guys grunts and fucking. My dick throbs, letting me know its not ready to leave yet. I feel more liquid leaking down my leg. I reach down to wipe my towel on it. As i pull my hand up i catch a little more light. My fingers are pink. Is my ass bleeding? I look at my towel. There are red marks. My ass is bleeding. It must be from the scratching or something? Luckily I don’t smell any shit.. just liquids. I approach a larger room with showers. One heavy set guy is showering. A bit passed the showers are jacuzzis. There are a few older guys sitting it it. Their eyes follow me as I walk passed. I see a few dark narrow hallways. I enter one. Its a video room with a big elevated bed area. A younger dude in his mid 20s is on it. He looks american but fully hairy and a little stocky, but still hot. He’s stroking his dick. His dick is shiny and huge. It looks like it’s about 9” or so. Very hot. He spots me and then turns back to the projected bareback porn. I exit that room and try to look down the other narrow hallway but it’s pitch black. I hear some sucking, moaning, and slapping. I can’t tell if its a room or a hallway now. I enter running my hand along one of the walls. I come across a shoulder and chest. the skin is smooth and a bit loose like an older guy. I whisper “sorry”. He whispers “anytime” and then he feels my waste, back, and slide his hand down to my ass. My dick twitches but I keep slowly making my way forward. My legs lightly bump a guy on his knees. I squeeze his shoulder in apology. He’s unfazed and sucking a dick. I decide to stop and lean up against the wall until my eyes adjust more to this new darker room. I hear what must be 3-4 pairs of guys sucking and or fucking. A hand from my right, no doubt the guy who's chest i touched, grabs my hand an brings it to his bare dick. It’s about 5” and average thickness but rock hard and uncut. He’s leaking precum. As I hold his dick he grabs my wrist and makes me jerk him. His other hand undoes my towel and it again falls to the ground. My hard dick is free again. He starts exploring my muscular body with his hands. he whispers “hot body, bud..” As he explores my body his fingers find my wet hole. He moans “mmm.” He starts to probe my hole with his finger while stroking my dick. I do the same thing to him. I feel his ass and hole. He’s definitely older. I can feel the looseness of his ass skin. His hole is loose and slimy. I then feel another set of hands grab my dick. Then a month cover it. Its the cocksucker. He must have spun around. I’m overwhelmed again. Another set of hands start touching me from the left. They grab my face and bring me in for a kiss. A mystery tongue is shoved in my mouth. This guy has bad breath and almost metallic tasting spit. I try to pull away but he forcefully holds my head while exploring my mouth with his nasty tongue. My heart pounds. The danger and riskiness of it all turns me on even more. i know I shouldn’t want this, but I do. I start to kiss him back. He’s breathing into my mouth while kissing. It’s like he’s trying to push his breath into my lunges. Its making my head light. I’m powerless against these guys. All I can do i hold onto the dick to my right and the bald head sucking my dick in front of me. A free my face to get a breath of air. I then feel a cool glass tube against my nostrils. I cant help but inhale. What the fuck is this? My head spins. It’s like paint thinner. I grab the wrist of the hand holding the bottle. But I'm weak. It presses against my nose harder. I cant help but breath more into my body. I start to black out. All i can feel is my heart pounding, my dick throbbing, and fingers sliding in and out of my ass hole. A few moments go by. I start coming back and grab for the cocksuckers head. His head is gone. I grab hips. He’s how fucking himself on my dick, raw. i’m balls deep raw in this old feeling body. one hand grabs the back of my head and the tube is pressed against my nose again. I breath a few more times and black out again only feeling my dick and ass. I’m shuffled a few steps forward away from the wall. I feel my balls begin to boil. im barely standing, and more holding onto the sloppy bottom to keep balance. My dick is so hard. The tube remains under my nose. I think I’m going to pass out but i don’t. Then I feel a wet slimy body behind me. I’m bent forward a little bit. Something larger than a finger is inserted. I finely hear “fucking take it.. oh hell yeah.. keep the poppers there.. this guy is fucking hot..” He trusts a few times and growls “ahh” I feel his 5” dick blasting inside my raw ass. He’s flooding me with what feels like gallons on old warm jizz. My dick erupts. My body spasms and the tube loses my face. I shoot volley after volley of cum into this raw old ass. The bottom doesn’t stop fucking against me. He keeps bottoming out against my body. The dick from behind me disappears and the guy from my left, the one with the tube groans. I feel a spurt of hot cum on my ass crack and then he quickly pulls my waste bask onto his dick. He’s much bigger that the previous old guy. He thrusts a few more times. I can feel he had a big load. I can feel his dick stretch my ass lips and my innards as he throbs. I start coming back from my high. I’m still impaled in the ass and the bottom is trying his hardest to make me cum again. My balls are still tight. I could come again if he continues. The guy behind me shuffles out from behind me. I fall back against the wall. It give me enough room to pull out of the bottom. I can’t believe this is happening. The bottom tries to find my dick with his hole again but I hold him away and whisper “no more”. I reach down on the ground for my towel but it’s gone. I am wet slimy everywhere. My dick is still so hard though. What is happening to me here? I start making my way to the exit of the room when I feel more fingers find my ass and. I hear a guy whisper “ah found it.. here this will help you..” I try to escape his hands but he shoves something in my ass. It hurts. He shoves it as far as his finger will go. It feels like a small piece of glass that’s on fire. I quickly grab his wrist and formally pull his hand away and say “what the fuck man..” and walk away. My asshole is on fire. My dick is still hard though. It sways with each step.

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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.

ABS glory holes are FANTASTIC. I love getting bred or anything really thru a glory hole. I love how it is distilled sex, nothing but cock and hole or mouth etc, no talk, touching, anon just cock cum etc. getting fisted thru one is great too. I love rimming when the glory hole is big and have even been fed as I rim with no one knowing

I had a roommate who was a regular fuck buddy = one of our fave ways to play was to go to a peep show with glory hole and get him preloaded - then after he was full of a few anon loads I would fuck him and we would talk about the possibilities of who bred him - old ugly homeless diseased - and that talk always got us off - me in him and him with me adding my load to the randoms up his ass

I love just walking in finding a hole up that has just gotten fucked and leaking the previous studs load, turns me on knowing how many guys have put their jizz in before me

Part 5 I left Blake tied on the bed and plugged while he softly sobbed from the pain and the realization of his predicament. I'll bet he was sorry he ever went to the bookstore. It was only a couple of hours before the party started, and I had lots of calls to make. At 9:30 I went back upstairs. Blake looked quite uncomfortable tied in that position with the long, fat plug in his cunt. "Good," I thought to myself, "a scared white boy in pain is one of my favorite things!" And it would only get worse for him. "Please untie me!" he begged. THWACK, THWACK, THWACK! Three hard slaps across his brought tears to his eyes. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" I yelled. "You will learn, the only begging you will do is to have your holes raped and filled with cum. Do I make myself clear?" Three more hard slaps and Blake was in agreement. "Yes Sir." he sobbed. I untied him and he put up no resistance. I put a leather collar with rings around his neck, and wrist and ankle restraints. I then put a cock and ball harness on his little dick, making it as tight as I could. "Drink this," I said holding a bottle up to his mouth. He made a face, but didn't dare disobey me. It was now almost 10:00, and I could hear our guests arriving. I told them to be prompt as they didn't want to miss anything. I attached a leash to Blake's collar and led him downstairs. I was pleased to see all 15 of the guests were already there. "Welcome gentlemen! Here is my new slut and tonights party favour! Short of killing him, anything goes. I want him wrecked like a white slut should be! Lets not waste any time." With that, I grabbed Blake and threw him to the ground,pinning him down with a foot on his chest. One of the guys tied a band around his arm and another stuck the needle in. "Are you sure Jesse?" he asked. It's a 2.0 hit." "Fuckin do it! This little whore needs to be fucked up royally!" With that, the plunger was pushed down and the band released. Blake went instantly rigid and coughed hard. "I want you to go first." I told my friend Buck. He had a 13 inch cock with a P.A. "And show no mercy! Rape that cunt good and hard!" Buck just rolled the teenage boy over and ripped the plug out of his pussy. Blake howeled. Then Buck just spread his cheeks apart and plunged his huge, hard, black pole deep into the puffy, pink hole beneath him. Blake screamed at the top of his lungs while the guys cheered. Tears flowed from his eyes as his cunt was ripped even further apart. Buck just pushed down on the boys shoulders and power fucked his cunt, drilling as deep and as hard as he could. Blood covered his dick as he pulled out before plunging back in balls deep. He fucked Blake mercilessly for a solid 10 minutes, never letting up until he buried himself to the hilt and dumped his load far up into the teenage cumdump. After he pulled out, he spread Blake's cheeks apart so everyone could see his bleeding rosebud. It was puffy and inflamed, oozing red cum. "Who's next?" I asked.

Everything about putting a condom on ruins the moment. Having to stop to put it on. The loss of feeling and sensation. Condoms are tight and uncomfortable. Bareback is the only way to do it. Feeling a wet mouth sucking, then straight to pushing my cock into his hot, tight hole. That connection that my cock is in his arse and at any moment I can pump my cum into him. Its all about the moment, an intimate, primal act and it has to bareback.

Would love to be put in a sling or a fuck bench and tied up and a group of guys flooding my ass with their cum as part of a ritual to join the group.

This article is everything!!! Im new to bottoming and very worried about maintaing a clean hole for sex.

Previously... I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night. Right so.... The German pulled off of Sven’s pale juicy cock and joined in, “We got our own drug dog”. He looked at me while I approached. “Aber wo ist deinen Schwanz? …where is your tail?” He reached around and grabbed my cock as if checking for the missing dog-tail, and smiled a big toothy smile at me. I learned much later that the German for tail was also a slang word for cock, so this was the height of German humour…. …yeah…. The German was another perfectly muscled specimen – the classic tall, blond, well built, blue-eyed Deutscher – you could definitely tell which side this guy’s great-grandparents were on. There was just so much of him – often muscle guys tend to be on the short side – but not this lad – I’d say he was about 6’5 and mid twenties. His skin was tanned and his hair was a yellow-blond and slicked back. He may have had a hipster man-bun in the bar – I was little vague on that, but here it was loose and swept behind his ears. As I stared back from my mask, the eye contact was intense – his blue eyes were almost unrecognisable from earlier as they were so dilated. Looking into his dark child-like pupils, I hoped I’d be able to drop the mask act soon and disentangle this Teutonic beauty from the two guys sucking on him. I started to daydream about snogging him while having his knees up on my shoulders, running my fingers through his hair, looking down at his accordioned abs while shoving my cock into him, mmm fuck yeah he was delicious… but first I had a job to do. I indicated to the tray as best I could and the German moved a bit further back and tapped Sven’s lap. “Hier Hund, Platz!” “Fuck’s sake” I thought. I was glad people couldn’t see my look of disdain under the Doberman-Pinscher style mask but moved to where the lad indicated. Sitting down as the German raised himself up even further to scope out my goods, I made a stable seat on Sven’s muscled legs, balancing the tray on my lap. I took in the Icelander’s (or was he a Norwegian?) pale skin, pink nipples and proud six-inch cock (currently shoved against my leg) and proffered him the rolled twenty-pound note. He looked me in the eye through the mask (no recognition) and patted my ass, his hand rubbing along where Jay’s mouth was a few minutes ago (seriously why was everyone so into my ass at this party?). I turned a little and I hear Sven gasp “aye… bad puppy!” I realised I might have been pushed up against his cock a bit too tight. Scooting my ass back into his cupping hand, I smirked as I thought of all the times I drunkenly flirted with the white blond hotty. And yet he had no idea who I was right now. His right hand stroked absently at my ass cheeks through the chaps, idly starting to work one finger into my crack. He took the roll and looked over the tray in appreciation of the many, many lines Simon had crushed out upstairs. He one-handedly did two lines and then passed the rolled note to the smiley German, all the while running his finger and now thumb firmer against my ass crack. I opened my legs just a little to give the Nordic god a bit more leeway – my hole was still feeling tingly from Jay’s half-hearted booty bump, and Sven’s thumb felt so good as it connected with my pucker. Nice. The coke was making me love his rough assplay whereas usually at this point if I were sober, I’d be getting uncomfortable about now and so turning roles with whomever I was with. I ground against his digits, and then stopped as the tray shook a bit too much. “Hund sitz! Ruhe!” I took this to mean “be still” and looked over to the German who was gazing down at the lines. He was holding the rolled-up note in one hand and using the other hand to push down on the head of the wavy-blond haired big cocked guy who was giving him head. I still couldn’t make out his face. Sven piped up behind me, “Andreas, shut up and snort your drugs. You’re gonna like this” and he leaned back in pleasure, as the effects started to kick in. Andreas turned to me and asked “this is not coke no? Cause I get the… how do you say – Durchfall?” He made some motions toward his ass (which was still being rimmed by Kurk Motherfucking McCaimble!) and I figured out what he meant. “No it’s not coke, it’s MDMA. It usually has the opposite effect on you – it’ll be a day before you can shit again” Andreas seemed satisfied and scooted down over the tray. I looked over the line of Andreas’ ass cheeks to see Kurk really getting stuck into the German’s ass. My journalistic side let out a quiet sigh – Northern Irish celebrity scandal happening right in front of my nose (well – snout at least) and I couldn’t tell anyone. This was the angle we all wanted to know, that Kurk McCaimble liked boys as well! Y’see Kurk wasn’t just a young pretty 23 year old from Ballymena, he was/is our Monica Lewinsky. This hapless kid (well what I could see over Andreas’ ass cheeks) was a son of a friend to the family of the Robinsons – Mr and Mrs Robinson were the power couple of major right-wing conservative evangelist politicians who headed up the more extreme DUP – which sadly had a lot of voters here. His father (the friend) had died about three years back and so he took to spending a lot of time with Iris – the wife of the first minister Peter and an MP in her own right. She (a fifty-five year old) took him under her wing, helped him start up a café with some dodgy developer money and then seemingly one thing lead to another and they started sleeping together. Which was wrong on quite a few levels – I mean, I’ve no problem with age-gaps, but she knew him since he was a baby, and she was always on air preaching fire and brimstone against anyone who defied her strict interpretation of the bible – Gays and women who had abortions were particular targets for her. She likened homosexuality to paedophilia on more than one occasion, and made some vile comments that were really more at home in some southern US state than in Western Europe. I mean I know we’ve problems in Northern Ireland but it’s not like anyone’s picketing funerals here. She was even investigated as to whether she was inciting hate-crimes at one point. Vile fucking trollop. So it made it all the more delicious when the developers started looking for their money back, and then through a tip-off and a BBC investigation the whole story came pouring out. Fucking beautiful! Well of course I had a field day with it. Everyone did. You couldn’t write enough column inches as more and more lurid details of the scandal came out. It was world news! He’d been trying to break it off with her for a while before she started demanding the money back off him. I broke a story that he’d eventually lied and said he had testicular cancer to get her to leave him alone. She’d illegally not declared a conflict of interest at the council meetings where his café plans were approved. She had to resign and was under police investigation for her multiple crimes. She told her family over Christmas and then tried to overdose on pills, although we weren’t sure if it was pills or cutting herself. She went off to an asylum to recover. Her husband had to say he hadn’t a clue what she was doing and eventually stepped down himself because of it all. You couldn’t make this shit up! The Simon and Garfunkel song “Here’s to you Mrs Robinson” got heavy airplay all that year. Kurk himself ran off to Australia for a while till things cooled down. I hadn’t heard he was back. I remember writing another article tallying up all the offers he had gotten from gay magazines to pose for them and to really stick it to the homophobic crone, but he never took them up on it. I admit I was gutted he didn’t, cause with his dark hair, pale skin, watery blue eyes and full red lips, he was a real stunner. The more lyrical journalists likened him to Naoise – a famous Irish mythical hero and a male Snow White if you will. But now my patience was finally rewarded, as he leaned back from Andreas’ ass and I saw his slim 23 year old body, like mine in that his shoulders and smooth pecs weren’t so fully developed, but everything was tight and he had a lovely six pack leading to a treasure trail and a deep dark thatch of pubes. That was as far as I could see before Andreas pulled back up rubbing his nose. “Vun line” he announced and dove down for his second. Sven was circling his thumb deeper and firmer around my pucker. It took all my control to sit still while the German snorted his second line. Sven licked his fingers behind me and restarted his assault on my hole, trying to work a finger in. I shuddered as he got one knuckle deep. His stubbly chin was by my leather covered ear, and I heard him saying “you like that dog-boy?” as he pushed in to the second knuckle. Man this was getting me hard! Of course with the caverject, this meant that in less that 20 seconds I was butting my cock over the tray and into Andreas’s shoulder. Andreas turned to look at my cock and looked up at me. “Mmm böse Hund! Dein Schwanz ist gro­ßartig!” he said and reached over for my cock, engulfing about 6 inches in one go. The heat, the warm, wet “rightness”, Sven’s fingers, the MDMA heightened pleasure, it was all so fucking intense! I buckled, and the tray nearly went flying off my lap. Quickly the German snatched the tray up with one hand and arched his back delivering the tray to Kurk behind him, while showing his amazing muscles (was that an eight–pack? And fuck - look at those cum-gutters!) and all the while holding the head of his cocksucker firmly in place. This guy was a pro! Kurk took the tray and twenty pound note, and immediately started to snort his fill. Fuck – so many front-page articles! If I could even get a hint of this out, I could finally get a decent office and not have to share with the racing columnist and resident alcoholic Aenghus with the smelly feet and his constant racing theories… Moving back to me, the German started to bend down over my cock again and his wet mouth pushed further down to take in nearly all of my 9.5/10 inches. I closed my eyes, and listened to the thumping of my sped-up heartbeat. Sound was a bit muffled from outside but I could hear Sven beside me say “Oh yeah, suck that cock Andy!” as his hands pulled from my ass and started to run up my back and around to my stomach, then running up under the harness to start working my nipples. Another set of hands – the German’s? – was running up and down my leather covered legs, hooking under my knees, bringing my legs up and spreading me further apart on the couch as he engulfed my shaft. A third set of hands (?) started to cup my balls and expose my taint, pulling my hips forward for frontal access to my hole through my chaps. I was shoved back against Sven, who was currently kissing the back of my neck, just under where the mask began. The smell of Salmiakki on Sven’s breath reminded me of Simon and our earlier fuck-session. That with the feelings of Sven’s and Andreas’ mouths on me, three sets of hands rubbing and pushing me into a passive position, the grunts from Andreas and dirty mutterings from Sven, a lot of shifting of weight on the couch – it was all a sensory overload. I felt that if I opened my eyes I’d be sick from the overstimulation, and kept them squeezed shut. Schlopp! The German pulled his mouth off of me with a smacking noise and a contented sigh and I felt my cock immediately shoved to my right and another mouth taking over. Oh shit! Oh Fuhhhuuuukkkk! This cocksucker really knew what he was doing. The perfect combination of tightness and tongue-play! I could guess that this must have been the cocksucker Andreas had been holding onto for so long. Now I knew why. That must be the third pair of hands too. Hands that were right now cupping my balls and reaching up to my pucker. Connecting a finger with my tingling wet pink hole. I opened up a little more as one of these spit-lubed digits easily slipped in. Shit! It must have been because of the booty bump from earlier but I was loving this ass attention! Meanwhile Sven was tweaking my left nipple with one hand and with his right he was shoving his fingers past one of the four detachable buttons on the dog snout – the snout would come off if all four were detached. He shoved his fingers expertly in to find my mouth. Sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth he started grinding his chubbed-up boner against my hip, Saying “I’m gonna fuck you ya little bitch”. I heard the snap as the other lower button for the snout was detached. The snout was movable now and I opened my eyes in alarm as I was being exposed after Simon strictly told me not to be. Right in front of me was an expanse of white skin stretched taut over a six-pack, dark pubes leading to dripping hard hooded eight inch cock. Kurk McCaimble was standing over me and Sven. He pushed the snout to the side and fed me his cock.

Previously... So there I was bearing a tray of MDMA and trussed up better than a leather-freak at Folsom. I looked down at the jutting oak-beam staircase, hearing the throbbing house beats coming from below and thought “better begin my descent…” Right so... Taking it easy, I descended down the steps. Someone was playing some slick R&B and it took me a while to figure out the song just before the chorus struck – “No Diggity!” Ah of course! I was a little annoyed with myself that I didn’t get it quicker, but I was mostly concentrating on getting down the precarious stairs without falling flat on my face… or worse, spilling the drugs. First thing I thought, heading down, was “fuck it’s hot with all this gear on”. The room temperature didn’t help and I guess having a lot of guys fucking in a confined space for the last six hours will heat things up literally. The lighting was also really dim and I could barely see out of the mask. On the last step I tripped and almost dropped all the drugs when I was suddenly grabbed by two stunning black guys. Both were wearing just jockstraps and had dark black skin. The slightly shorter and more muscular one greeted me with a camp raspy cockney accent. “Alright mate, or should I say mister Dealer Dog, I’m Jay, and that’s Karl”. He pointed at the somewhat stoic taller guy. Jay had that classic cockney accent like a black Del-Boy from Only Fools and Horses. “Good thing we caught you innit? Don’t want you messing up all that sweet powder” He rattled on, “anyways we thought we’d come here and see what her Majesty has brought us. After all, we tradesfolk have got to stick together eh?” and with that ran a finger down my chest to my belly-button. Pulling his finger back, he licked it teasingly and asked, “may I?” I nodded and he deftly bent over and snorted a line of MDMA off the tray. He passed the rolled twenty-pound note to Karl who looked back at him for reassurance and then hesitantly ducked down. He raised a manicured eye-brow, both of the guys had artfully maintained facial hair, with Jay sporting a little soulpatch and Karl with a goatee. “Our Karl here, is a bit new to the scene” he said apologetically, “but we’re both not here for our conversation abilities…” at this point he grabbed my hand and slipped it down his own jockstrap. Wow. That was a lot of cock. Still not breaking rhythm, Jay had continued, “…two twelve inch West Indian tops and now with the Cialis from earlier kickin’ in, we’ll be the bulls of the party, so ya better hide your kids and hide your wife…” I chuckled at his joke and was about to ask him about the whole “bull” theme, but Jay had once again picked up his patter. “…Maybe after that we’ll have to have a look at what’s hiding under all that leather darling” He ran his fingers up and down my stomach. I quivered, partly from the attention and partly cause I love a good cockney accent, like how his “darling” sounded to me like “darlink”. He reminded me of this rough east-end couple I spent a weekend with in London somewhere in Brixton. I never knew where exactly – they had a taxi pick me up from London Bridge and drop me off there in a drug haze three days later. They lived in a rough neighbourhood but they were minted. They just were both whorish bottoms who loved their cocaine, and my dick up their ass while they topped eachother. Remembering that sweaty coke-fuelled scene, I made a low throaty growl. He smiled and continued “Well it seems this pup likes his tummy rubbed, but that’s for later. Right now, follow me” Jay quickly linked my arm and motioned me over to the kitchen counter. I could see shapes at the other end of the kitchen – seeing through the mask and the dim lighting was tough, but I thought I could make out two couples fucking. Jay set the tray down on the counter and began nonchalantly scraping an MDMA pile with a butterknife. I looked past him to see that Karl was effectively blocking anyone’s view of Jay’s pilfering, as he scraped up 6 lines worth of powder into a little plastic baggy. He continued, “…y’see, Yours truly has a good relationship with her Highness up there” he nodded back up the staircase, “and while I always have a wonderful time pounding all the ass she offers, it can get a little wearying and I need to stash away all the chemical help I can get.” He nodded toward to the humping shapes in the corner. “Especially when this greedy bunch are done with it…” Opening another baggy (I don’t know to this day where he kept them!), Jay scooped out a bump and snorted it, adding afterward “just a little coke for the road, cause I can bet you, now that she’s sent you down here to the herd”, again he nodded toward the staircase, “she’ll want someone to help her open up that pale-assed rugby player.” I laughed and said my first word to Jay since I met him, which was some achievement as that lad was in full coked-up babble-mode. “Hugo?” Jay turned to me and laughed, “sweetheart, when your host has a fetish, no, no, a life-calling, to see Big…(he took a breath for effect – Jay was nothing if not dramatic), Black…. (another dramatic pause) Cock… disappear into pale Irish-boys’ asses, all while she’s spun high on all the letters of the alphabet. Well lets just say, I don’t have to worry about competition from some dildo! I mean why else would he fly us over here for every party.” I nodded, it was pretty much the only reaction I could give in the dog mask. “…although I may need to worry about competition from you”, he continued, stepping close to rub my leather encased cock. With Jay’s attention, and also with the healthy dose of Caverject, my meat sprang to life and strained against the jock. I groaned as Jay’s quick hands unbuttoned the leather jock-covering and let me free. Jay motioned Karl to stand in from of both of us and then whispered in Karl’s ear. He duly got to his knees and fished out Jay’s cock to position it semi-hard beside mine. Wordlessly he started jacking us both. I looked down at my pale pink-headed glistening cock with Karl’s mahogany fingers working me up and down, and I started to see the appeal of Simon’s fetish. From a pure aesthetic point of view, the contrast of pale white (and they don’t get much paler than Northern Irish lads) and the deep black of these two lads, was something elegant and yet lustful. The kinda thing you’d see for sale as a coffee-table book in the gay section in Waterstones bookshop with some poncy title like “Ebony and Ivory by Richard Mapplethorpe” – C’mon lads, we all know it’s fucking porn, don’t pretend it’s art! The contrast between Jay’s and my cock grew (literally as well as figuratively) as Karl jacked us to hardness. Now I could see he wasn’t exaggerating and had at least two inches on me. Pushing us both together with our backs against the kitchen counter, Karl struggled to fit us both into his mouth. Now that was fucking hot. I looked down at my white cock by Jay’s thick black meat –his was hardening up to be also about an inch wider in girth – and as I’ve mentioned before, I’m very girthy. Poor Karl only managed to fit about the top third of our cocks into his mouth. I ran my finger down along his goatee and tried to stick my thumb in beside my cock – I couldn’t – his lips were stretched completely taut around the both of us. I turned to face Jay. “Well Jay?” “I think that’s at least ten inches, and I think we’re going to have to teach Karl a lesson in deep throating. Wanna go first Mister Dog Man?” As he said that the MDMA was enhancing every movement Karl made with my cock. I couldn’t remember it ever being so sensitive. Jay was following an easy cock-pumping rhythm with Karl’s mouth, in counterpoint to my own. The tightness, and Karl’s tongue trying to rub under first my cockhead and then Jay’s. It was all a stimulus overload. Jay asked again “do you want to go first?” I replied, “kiss me and I’ll do whatever you say…” and with that I pulled the dog mask up till the snout was covering my eyes and freeing up my mouth. Jay smiled and leaned into me… Total stimulus overload… Oh fuck! Jay’s pillowy black lips and tongue began invading my mouth. I was sweating profusely under the chaps and mask, and it felt like the sweat was joining the MDMA and I was awash with some sort of joy liquid that was seeping out of my every pore. Running his fingers across my chest, running the sweat droplets on my chest into little rivulets, it felt like Jay was tracing some pleasure tattoo on my skin, and everywhere he touched, shone. Running his fingers up over the harness and down my back, he worked his way down to the small of my back. There I had laces that Iain had secured to keep my chaps on. Running his index finger across each taut lace like a slow guitar player, Jay teased me with his tongue, swooping in and then feather light. Meanwhile I felt the muffled slurping from Karl below. Fucking heaven! Jays fingers eventually past all the laces and down to my sweaty exposed ass. He pulled back his fingers for a second and then sought out my hole, so I moved my legs further apart to give him access. Oddly his fingers felt already lubed up as he started to work my ring – I guessed it was my sweat. Shortly after that I relaxed and gave him some more access and felt a gritty burning sensation as his fingers worked themselves, one, then two inside. “Hmm…” I pulled back from the kiss and the fingerfuck more than a bit quizzical. I wasn’t a fool and knew a booty bump when I felt it. Which admittedly was only the second times I’d done one. “What the fuck was on your fingers Jay?” He chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “How about you guess Dog Boy?” “Well I’m not here to be fucked” I remonstrated gently but firmly, “so let’s give Karl more attention here” and with that I pulled the dog mask back down. Turning back to the younger of the two, I pushed my cock forcefully to the back of his mouth, dislodging Jay. It was more than a little bit on-purpose, cause while I was all for chemmed-up fun, it needed to be on my terms. I needed to know what I was putting in my body, and I needed to make that informed choice. Below Karl gagged but then managed to keep me in. I smiled at him encouragingly. I was getting a bit more of my cock into his throat with each thrust. Karl definitely knew what he was putting in his body, which I hoped would progress to being all ten inches of me, very soon. As I refocussed on Karl, Jay whispered into my ear “sorry Dog Man, I didn’t mean to be rude, let me repair the situation” and with that he ducked down to the floor. Next thing I know, while I’m really properly starting to test Karl’s gag reflexes (short answer – pretty decent control for a kid his age – I later found out he was just 19 and straight seemingly???), I feel a rasping tongue at my crack. Jay was down there to eat out all of what he bumped into me. Fucking awesome sauce!! With the MDMA I could already feel every lap of Jay’s tongue as he pulled my ass-cheeks apart and dove deep. Legs splayed and propped between two hot black guys licking and sucking from both ends, I was in heaven. My ass was starting to feel tingly and warm from Jay and whatever he was now trying to lap out of it. I could do this all night… Beep beep. Next thing we all heard, was a beeping intercom noise and Simon’s disembodied voice requesting “Jay and Karl, please report to the master bedroom” The boys disengaged. Jay looks up at me with a wet smile, “Tubi Kunhinew Igess?” I looked at him quizzically, “what?” He swallowed and tried to be clearer, “tu be conthinued, I guess. Thuck! That cuk’s making ny tung numg” I laughed at him and helped him and Karl stand up. I said “I should probably deliver this MDMA anyways” as I waved them off and turned back to the tray. Looking at the forms at the end of the kitchen I could make out two couples both in end-game fucking. They seemed fairly preoccupied, so I decided to turn toward the living room area instead and see who I could meet. Holding the tray in front of me (almost like a shield between me and the room) I saw four guys on a couch and two others were further over behind the bookcase. Oh nice one! I immediately noticed some familiar faces from the bar. On the couch looking from left to right, it was none other than Sven the Nordic barman was being blown by the hot Germanic lad from the bar, who was on all fours stretched across a guy I couldn’t see but who had a beautiful 8 inch cock with blond pubes, and to his right was a fourth young looking brunette guy who was rimming the German. Blond pubes was hidden cause he was on the other side of the Teutonic stallion giving him head and so his lower half was scooted out more on the ground, long legs splayed, cock on display. Did I mentions that his cock was beautiful. It was so reassuringly heavy looking, semi-hard and shiny, and reminded me of Jeff Palmer’s monster-cock. It also looked recently sucked by the way it glistened. I licked my lips under my mask. I was gonna enjoy getting to know everyone here. Then I looked back over to the fourth guy. He looked pretty familiar too. Was he also with Simon in the bar earlier? I stopped walking. Fuck! Fuuuuuck! That was Kurk McCaimble! Fucking KURK MCCAIMBLE!!!! The young lad who had been the centre of a media storm surrounding religious bigot politicians and a real-life Mrs Robinson! Licking some hot smooth skinned German’s ass. Fuck fuck fuck!! No wonder Simon was wondering about my loyalty. That guy was a prize scoop for any journo to do a feature on. I’d already written a few. Oh… Maybe that’s what Simon was referring to when he talked about my hack-pieces. I realised the guys were all looking at me, and cleared my throat. “Hi guys - anyone interested in a line or two of MDMA?” Sven looked over at me and said “Hey lads, the dealer dog is here! Here boy! C’mere boy!” and patted his knee. Oh boy. This was gonna be a tough night.

Previously... “Or you do those two lines for the camera”. He held up his phone, “say cheese, big boy!” “Cheese” I snorted the two lines, and his cock slammed into me. Right so... Now I don’t know if I mentioned, but though I love a bit of assplay, I’m pretty much as top as they come. I mean I’ve tried bottoming a whole rake of times, but it never usually gets much past the “Pull it out! Pull it out!” stage. Even Joe, the other top in my old foursome, only managed to properly fuck me a handful of times – and considering the glut of sex I had in college – that was a mere drop in the ocean. So perhaps this will tell you just how fucking high I was when I made those videos, when I suggested Simon use his cock instead of Hugo, the big black dildo, and when I let Si shove all that cock into me… Still. I was a top first and foremost, and the reason for it started flooding back up my body as soon as Simon penetrated me. Try as I might, my body just doesn’t take kindly to my out-hole being used as an in-hole. My entire system just focuses on making me, through any way possible, pull the invading object out of me – It’s almost animalistic the mode I go into… Joe often ended up with a black eye or bruises elsewhere… Then there was the time I was drunk with this Spanish DJ in the Majorca nightclub who was also after a few too many cervezas. He thought he’d try his luck on me in the DJ booth. It took some inspired help from his cronies to get the music playing again after I broke the deck. Talk about a walk of shame… Right now though I almost broke Simon’s cock twisting myself off it. “What the fuck?” he asked, clearly revved up to pound my hole. “I’m a top dude. You have your video, but I can’t take anymore of your cock – it’s too big” (Classic “play for time” move – tell the top his cock is too big. They love it!) Simon chuckled, and said “sounds like you once again can dish it, but ya can’t take it”. He looked down at my semi-hard nine and half inches. “You expect people to take your cock, but you won’t give up your ass? That doesn’t seem fair Mike” He leaned over me – I could smell the liquorice from his breath. “Then what am I gonna do with you?” I lay back on to ground and pulled me toward him, running my hands down his sweaty muscular back. I reached up and stroked his dimples… “I can share, other guys like Iain” Simon raised his eyebrow, and leaned in and mock-snapped at me. “I want your ass Mike” “You can rim me for hours…” “Shut up…” and leaned in a kissed me, pretty effectively shutting me up. His mouth was wonderful and I lost myself in his kiss as we rolled around on the floor. I still didn’t know if he was pissed off with me, or what he felt about me, but right now I was craving his touch. His fingers pinched my nipples as I clawed down his flexing back. We flipped and I hooked his knees behind my shoulders. While I worked his hole with my fingers, I looked down at his concertina-d abs and his still hard cock and managed to fish it back to my mouth with no hands. I could taste myself on him, mixed up in his pre-cum, and I knew why Iain did it to me earlier. There’s something fantastically hot about sucking your own juices off someone else’s cock. From his tensed position and the pre-cum pouring out of him again, I could tell he was loving my cock-sucking skills. He mock-snapped at me, a few times, like a trapped puppy. I started feeling even sluttier than I was before, like really slutty.. I think the last line of MDMA was kicking in. I pulled off his cock and gathered all that juicy pre-cum in my mouth, hocking up more phlegm as well and looked down at Simon. He could hear me work up my spit and in that instant eye-contact he saw what I wanted and opened his mouth wide. I spat straight down and scored. Twice in quick succession, he got a full wad of spit. Now he could taste himself too and was loving it. I leaned in over him to get up close and spat at him again – this time all over his face, then started licking it off. He spat back at me. “I’ll fucking have your hole yet lad” I tongued across his mouth pouring my spit into his, pulling back and still connected by a string of liquid. “Not if I have yours first!” I leaned back. My thumbs hadn’t been idle. The entire time they’d be working his fuckhole with little massages and using his sweat to lube and slowly open it bit by bit. To this I added his spit, spitting down on his upturned ass. Watching that twitching hole glisten with spit and wink at me, I couldn’t resist anymore. Shuffling my legs back I dove down to eat that tasty tan pucker (How he got his hole tanned is beyond me – that must have been some funky sun-bathing). As I reached back to pull myself hard, I heard groaning from below. Simon was obviously enjoying himself. I shuffled back up again and positioned my cock at his cunt. Spitting down on his ass for lube, I looked back at Simon. “This is for smacking me” and shoved in.

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

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

Hi friends, I'm planing to go to Berlin in April for the first time. I have no idea about hotel or place to have a nice baresex in there. someone can help me, please? I'm a brazilian guy living in London.

This story begins years ago. I was out of town, visiting relatives with my parents and I was bored. I was 26 and had been dating around awhile and I usually went for guys aroung my age. But, this 18 year old top hit me up online - don't remember the site. This guy was so not my type. He was a tiny twink and a total queen. Eyebrows tweezed, some guyliner, the works. But, I was looking for something to do. I agreed to go grab coffee with him. I drove over to his place to pick him up and the story got worse. He was just as pictured, but the house he was staying in was not his own/parents/family. It was a "friend's house." He had no job and was not in school having just graduated from high school. No drive or ambition. I was so not looking forward to the rest of this coffee date as we drove to the coffee shop. He was so twinky and queeny that I was even kind of embarrassed to be seen with him. I could not imagine this guy was a top. Not ever. I also could not imagine ever having sex with him. We grabbed coffee and I got a good look at him. He was a very pretty man. But it was his jeans that got me. The bulge in his tight jeans and the ass were amazing. I actually thought, well I might fuck that ass. It was a prime 18 year old ass. But, as he talked I couldn't imagine the sex. As coffee went on he was talking about some EDM music I hadn't heard and I like to dance. That was one thing we had in common - liking to dance. I agreed to go back to his place to listen to some music. We got to the "friend's house" and it was the total dump I expected it to be - dirty, clothes in piles, ashtrays full, garbage overflowing, gross kitchen and bathroom. I thought I'm not going to be here long. I was right! He had lured me there for sex. No surprise. Once his mouth was on mine and his hands were pulling off my shorts; I was like wow this dude is a top. He was a top that had me naked in under 5 minutes and was a fucking hoover on my cock. God damn, this 18 year old kid sucked dick well. He sat me on the dirty couch and sucked my cock and balls. It was so hot. But, it got hotter when this tiny twink lifted my legs and started eating my ass. He didn't just eat my ass. He called it a pussy. He kept making me tell him how much I liked him rimming my pussy. Then, he was gone. Twink away. Poof! I was lowering my legs. Surprised. When he came back with lube and a condom. He resumed eating my ass and then started to finger me. He asked if I liked getting my pussy stretched open. I kept moaning and saying yes. Next thing I know, his cock is pushing in my ass and I winced and groaned as he just kept pushing inside me. He bottomed out on my ass and said, "you like that cock in your pussy hole." I moaned, yes. He started to fuck me, slide in and out of my ass. It felt so good. His cock had to be 8". I hadn't even sucked it yet and he was inside me. I spread my legs wider for him and he called me a good bitch. After about 5 minutes, he said "I'm going to cum in you." I said yes. And when he shot his load, I could feel it inside me. I realized this tiny femme twink had just bred me. He hadn't used the condom that was right there on the dirty coffee table. He sucked me off and swallowed my load. Then, he said, I had fun. Thanks for coming. I got dressed and left. Six years later.........visiting the same relatives with my parents. I'm online and I see this hot dude that looks really familiar. It was him. He was still really pretty, but bulked up. He was now buff and pretty. I hit him up right away. We chatted about how fun the sex had been, but we also talked about dating and guys and jobs and family and life. It was a long online conversation. We agreed to meet up again. As soon as I saw him I wanted him inside me again. We went to dinner and had a good time. Then we went to take a walk around a local park and talk. We were on a trail and we'd been flirty and kind of holding hands a bit. As soon as we got out of sight of the other people, we kissed and were on the ground dry humping. After a few minutes of dry humping and making out, he got me on my hands and knees and was rubbing his cock on my ass doggy style - both of us in jeans. I undid my buttons on my jeans and pushed them down in the back exposing my ass. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me and he did. He undid his jeans and spit on his cock a few times. There wasn't much lube, but I was determined to take his cock. He fucked me right there in the park, just off the trail and came in my ass. Then we heard people coming and we cleaned ourselves off just in time for them to see us kissing. We looked so innocent. Ha! I asked him back to my hotel. He came with me and talked in the car. He said, "I guess you're not going to make me wear a condom when we are at your hotel." I said, "I don't have any. I just assumed you'd fuck me raw just like last time." He chuckled and said, "oh I forgot I did that. You were so easy. I knew I'd fuck you the minute I saw you then, just like this time." We kissed and then he said, "you have a pussy smell, like a pheromone or something that says fuck me." We both laughed. That night he fucked me 3 more times. Only the first time did we use lube. After that he just shoved it in using his previous loads to lube my ass. By the end I was begging him to cum inside me. A dude I'd never imagine in a million years fucking my ass and breeding me; he did it not only once as a tiny femme twink; but also as a pretty buff boy-man. Fuck he was fun!

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Holy fuck ! The inflatable butt plug that Trex had shoved up my hole, felt enormous ! Trex asked me, “How does that feel ?” “Huge,” I said ! He said,“Good. That’s how it’s supposed to feel. He handed me another bottle of water and told me to chug it all down. Trex took a minute to check his messages, then he told me that a buddy of his was going to be stopping by to pick up some “supplies,” and that the guy would probably be hanging around for a while. “Right now, I think you need some more TINA,” Trex said, his deep voice booming ! He retrieved the torch from the shelf, lit it, then, instead of handing the bubbler pipe to me, he applied the torch to the bottom of the bowl, and told me to stroke his cock while he took a hit. He was so fucking thick that my hand didn’t come even close to going all the way around it. He groaned loudly, as I stroked my hand up and down the length of his monster cock. “YEH,” he called out ! His cock got harder and thicker, and he kept flexing it while he steadily pulled the clouds into his lungs. For a few seconds, he held his breath and returned the pipe and the torch to the shelf. Then, he leaned over and blasted a huge Tina cloud right down my throat. He grinned when I blew the cloud back out, and watched it wafting all over his BBC. “I’ll be right back,” he said. When Trex came back into the room, he had a red plastic cup in each hand. “I think Danny boy is ready for a little G ! But, first, you need to hit the pipe, again.” I felt like I was already flying pretty high. Don’t get me wrong. I was feeling great ! Trex placed the red cups on the shelf, then handed the lit torch and the bubbler pipe to me, and he stroked his cock as he watched me take a hit. After I blew out a big cloud, Trex placed the pipe and the torch back on the shelf, and he picked up the red plastic cups, handing one to me, and he said, “Cheers,” just before we both gulped down the G. While we waited for the G to kick in, Trex pinched and twisted my nipples, driving me wild, and I stroked his BBC, still absolutely in awe over the size of it. A few minutes later, Trex moved around to the end of the sling, and he turned the release valve on the inflatable butt plug, causing it to make a loud whoosh as the air rushed out of it. He slowly pulled the deflated butt plug out of me, and checked to see if everything was alright. Now that my Tina charged hole was empty, I was feeling desperate to get fucked. Plus, I could feel the G kicking in, and it was really making my head spin. I saw Trex grinning at me. He knew what I was feeling. Again he lubed up the butt plug, and pushed it only about half way inside of my hole before he started inflating it, “Awwwww, YEH,” I moaned, as the butt plug grew thicker and thicker, stretching my opening. “Oh, FUCK, that feels good !” “Yeh,” Trex said ? How about now,” as he popped the butt plug past my opening, then pulled it all the way out, again ? “Holy FUCK,” I said, just before he popped it back inside my opening and proceeded to fuck it in and out of me, repeatedly, rattling the chains on the sling as it swung up and back. “Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK” was all I could say. When the doorbell rang, Trex shoved the butt plug all the way inside my hole, and left the room. It seemed like a long time before he returned, but it might have been only less than a minute. “Hey, Danny boy, this is Dantrell. Dantrell, this is Danny,” Trex said, making the quick introductions. “Hell, yeh, I think this’ll do just fine,” Dantrell said, looking me up and down. Trex gestured his hand toward the shelf, a silent invitation for Dantrell to help himself to the pipe, which he quickly accepted. While Dantrell fired up the bubbler pipe, and took one hit after another, Trex went back to working the partially inflated butt plug in and out of my hole, stretching my opening, more and more, his BBC flexing regularly as it got harder and harder. Trex said, “Hey, Dantrell; how about getting out of those clothes ? Show Danny boy here what you got ? As a guy who is addicted to cock, especially BBCs, I was watching Dantrell’s every move. And, he definitely didn’t disappoint. First, he stripped off a long sleeved flannel shirt that was already unbuttoned, followed by a baggy tee shirt, and an untied pair of high tops. As he slid down his equally baggy jeans, and stepped out of them, I could see what appeared to be a very impressive dick, flopping around inside his blue and green plaid boxer shorts. And, when he stripped off the boxer shorts, I was a lot more than impressed. While Trex’s cock was definitely a lot thicker, Dantrell certainly had him beat, in length.

GAWD, Cody!! This has got to be one of the hottest nastiest and most erotic stories I've ever read in any of the forums on BZ!! I have unloaded twice reading it just today, and texted my 19 year old stepson that he needed to log in to this site and read this story. Then, if the dark gods of hell show their favor, that boy will be here a little later today! Sure hope you got more to add to this awesome erotic tale! Thanks man!

Jaeger fucked Tanner without cumming for a good fifteen minutes, exploring the depths of his hole with his massive cock until he had Tanned screaming into the palms clasped around his mouth. Jaeger had found Tanner's prostate, and was angling his thrusts to hit it violently till tears ran down Tanner's perfect, jock face. Jaeger reached around to Tanner's captive sack, it was heavy with his unspent sperm, painful to even the slightest touch. Jaeger felt Tanner's hole tighten as he grabbed the boys super sensitive, cum filled balls. "Yes. Good boy...full of sperm" Jaeger said through more sharp thrusts, biting the boys ears. He pulled his dick out from the vacuum of the kids ass. It was coated in thick cum and ass mucus. "Suck me clean" he ordered Tanner immediately complied as one of Bruno's house twinks came out "Everything is ready sir" he said, trying not to make eye contact with his Spanish master. "Good" Jaeger said. "Baby boy, you step in my house you are mine...Yes? You understand? Yes" He gently slapped Tanner who nodded eagerly, mouth still sucking his own ass juices of Jaeger's cock. "Fuck him up" Jaeger said pulling his glistening dick away from Tanner 30 minutes later, Tanner was trussed up in a sling in Jaeger's dungeon. A cocktail of drugs pumped into his veins, a gold collar on around his neck and his perfectly shaved hole exposed and pulsing with heat and desire. As the men of the party filtered into the dark room, I couldn't help but take up a position near the back, I was excited to fuck our prize when he was good and loose and full of sperm. There was thumping music playing as one by one Tanner took cock after cock...no one pulled out and any drop of cum that wasn't deposited in his belly was fed to him from fingers or dicks. He must have had the potent seed of about 30 men before he started to look tired and another dose of Jaeger's special cocktail of drugs hard wired were administered to hard wire him awake. I took up position, and slid without resistance up my conquest's hole. The walls of his ass were thick with cum, it was glorious, no more friction or tightness but perfect, warm folds of jock ass stretched to delight so that you could feel the boy shuddering with every breath. I grabbed his hips, ground up into him and unleashed another hot load up him. "Too fucking good boy" I moaned as Jaeger sauntered through the crowd, smiled at me and motioned for his turn. I pulled out, happy to oblige. No sooner had he got up to the boy then I saw the massive dildo in his hand. This must have been a good 12 inches long and 5 inches thick. He pushed down on Tanner's tight abs and shoved the toy home. Tanner moaned deeply as inch by inch vanished into his teen cunt. Jaeger was pleased and as the final inch disappeared smiled evily. Slowly, he fucked the boy long and hard with that impossible dildo whilst Tanned moaned for more. "Ok" Jaeger said finally He ripped the cum soaked toy out the boys now gaping hole and directed someone near the kids head to shove it down his throat. As the Tanner tried to accommodate the toy in his throat Jaeger did something that nearly made me cum. Before Tanner's gaping pussy could wink itself shut, he casually starting working his fist up the boy, it didn't even take a minute before I swear we all heard the pop as Tanner swallowed the fist...first gay experience and the boy was being fisted, hard! I was so proud. 30 minutes of fisting passed...not once did Jaeger pull out. Finally, when he did, Tanner's gape was so beautiful...like a blossoming rise pulsing with white cum. Jaeger shoved his dick into the warm flower and fucked it back into place until he deposited his own load. Before the night was over Tanner dropped cum from every orifice and glistened with hot sperm. In fact the only person who hasn't cum was Tanner. Having taken eveeone at least once...Jaeger released the boy's clamp, located his prostate in his wrecked hole and milked the boy for neg load after neg load till he was spent. "Next time you shoot boy, you'll be family" Jaeger said...as I watched I couldn't help but hope he'd share my genes...but we wouldn't know who was the lucky daddy for a while...

I agree with the statement about not fucking raw if you aren't prepared to take his load. However, I disagree with the last sentence. The bottom is just as much a human being as the top. It IS about his pleasure also. And he does not give up his right to make decisions concerning himself. The top does not have the right to do whatever he pleases with a bottom unless that is agreed upon by BOTH the top AND the bottom. Bottoms are not mindless, empty beings put on this planet solely for the use of tops. In fantasy, that may be hot, but in reality it's not. I've seen too many fucked up minds in bottom men because they were used and disrespected by a top they have been with. I worry with this trend I see where guys are ok with just being a hole to fuck. What happens when the day comes when they are no longer found desirable by other men? They are going to feel that they are of no use to society and become extremely depressed. Maybe suicidal. Respect needs to go both ways. And I do say that respectfully.