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I have submitted several fiction stories here at BZ. I thought maybe some guys would enjoy some true stories from my life. When I was 26 I lived in a big city and had a part-time Master for 7 months until he moved away due to work. He wanted me to move with him, but I wasn't ready to commit to being a full time slave. Part of me wishes I had, cause I've never met anyone else like him or had such a fufilling sex life. But at least I have some wonderful memories. He introduced me to many new things and fulfilled many fantasies. This first story is when we met. It was my birthday weekend and I had taken Monday off so I could have a nice long weekend of drinking, smoking pot, and hopefully having sex. I got laid alot in those days cause I was boyishly cute and slender, (I still am) and had already gotten laid Friday night. Good sex, nice guy, but pretty vanilla. So now it was Saturday and I was in a leather bar searching for something more exciting. I loved older leather daddies, (still do) and usually could score. I was dressed pretty much like everyone else. Levi 501's, white t-shirt, black biker jacket and boots. I was casually making the rounds, checking out some hot men, when I noticed one checking me out. He was definitely sexy. Shaved, bald head, big, bushy mustache, wearing tight jeans that showed a nice bulge, and a leather vest that revealed a very, hairy chest and arms. Yum! I raised my glass and nodded a hello as I casually past him. He reached out and gropped my crotch as I went by. I smiled and nodded my head toward the back patio. I went out back and leaned against a wall, lighting a cigarette. In no time I saw him walk through the door and over to me. "How's it goin tonight boy?" he asked leaning against the wall next to me, lighting his own cigarette. He was a couple inches taller than my 5'11" with a little bit of a belly. Again, yum! "Fine Sir, it's my birthday weekend," I replied, "and how is your night?" "Better now that I've cornered a cute boy." I blushed at his comment. "You flatter me Sir. I'm sure a sexy man such as yourself has no problem attracting the boys." "Not often ones as cute as you. Boys like you are usually at the twink bar." "Well I have more than one side to me, Sir." I demured. "Do tell." he said placing his hand on my ass, rubbing it. "Has anyone given you your birthday spankings yet boy?" "Not yet, Sir. Play your cards right and it may be you." I said cheekily. "Mmmm, a boy with a little spunk in him. I like that." "I bet you do, Sir, in more ways than one." "Play YOUR cards right boy, and maybe you will have my spunk in you." he whispered in my ear as he slid his hand down the back of my pants. My dick strained in my jeans. "Oh, and whats this?" he asked as his finger tried to find my hole. "A plug Sir." I replied as he pushed it a little deeper in me, causing me to moan a little. "A boy who prepares..very nice." We spent at least an hour on the patio, drinking, talking, smoking a joint. He was actually a very nice man. His name was Frank, he was 49, and worked in computers. He said he had seen me around a few times and had really wanted to meet me. He gave me money and had me fetch us beers a couple times. Eventually we both had to piss. As we stood side by side at the trough style urinal, he gave me my first test. "Take my cock out boy, and hold it while I piss!" I did as I was told, as I was WAY into this man. There was no way I'd screw it up! He started pissing a strong stream. "Take my piss in your hand and rub it on your shirt!" I did as instructed. "Again boy!" Again I did. 5 times he had me do this so the front of my shirt was wet with his piss. Then he took his empty beer glass and filled it with the last of his piss. After he allowed me to piss, we returned to the patio, him with a fresh beer, me with his recycled beer. Obviously I didn't need to be told I had to drink it. I was no stranger to piss, but this didn't taste quite like regular beer piss. After some more chat and our drinks were gone, Sir declared, "All right boy, time to quit this bullshit and get down to business." With that, he popped the buttons on my fly and fished out my cock. He wrapped his fingers around the base, lightly squeezing my cock and balls in his hand, and proceeded to lead me through the bar and out the door. Men grinned their approval as Sir led his claimed boy through the crowd, some congratulating him. His apartment happened to only be a few blocks from the bar, and he never let go of my genitals the entire walk, even as he led me into his building. Once we were inside his apartment, he pushed me against the door and started kissing me, deep and hard, grinding his mustache into my face, raping my mouth with his tongue. He pulled off my coat and ripped off my t-shirt as he frantically kissed me. He pushed my jeans down then ordered me to take off my boots and jeans. In no time flat, I was naked, while he remained clothed. "In the future boy, you will ALWAYS be naked in my home." The future? He was pretty confident I'd be back. But if the night finished as good as it started, I knew I'd be back! He pushed me toward the sofa which I took as an invitation to sit. "No boy! On the floor!" I didn't question him and sat on the rug as he went into the bedroom, returning with a mirror that had something on it. He set it on the coffee table and took a razor blade, chopping up some lines. "You ever had crystal before boy?" he asked". "No Sir," I replied, suddenly nervous and excited. The night had just taken a very unexpected turn. I knew what it was, but had never encountered it before. I had done lots of other drugs but not that. "You'll like it boy. And since you don't work till Tuesday, you'll be fine. The rest of this weekend will be my birthday present to you." he said, handing me a little straw. "Two fat lines, one for each nostril." I eagerly snorted the lines, secretly thrilled by this new adventure. My nose and throat burned as the powder entered my membranes. Before long I felt a new, heightened sensation of awareness. My heart beat faster and my whole body tingled, especially my plugged asshole which felt a horniness like never before. Sir went back into the bedroom and returned with some leather items. Quickly he had a collar and wrist and ankle restraints on me. Then he attached a cock and ball harness on me as tight as he could get it. "That's how I like my boy dressed!" said Sir. "Now suck my cock boy!" he ordered, pulling it through the fly in his jeans. I crawled to him and opened my mouth, taking his soft cock into my hungry mouth. For the first time I noticed a thick, chrome cockring around his base. As I sucked him like a starving Ethiopian, his cock grew harder and harder until it reached it's full, hard 8 inches. I pulled off to admire it's beauty. It was extremely veiny with a fat mushroom head. It was a very commanding looking dick. The type a Master should have. Sir held some poppers under my nose and told me to breath deep. He did three hits under each nostril till I was flying high. Then he grabbed my head and forced it back onto his throbbing cock. He pushed my head down, forcing the fat head down my throat, choking me and gagging me. I was in heaven. "That's a good piggy!" he complimented me. "Take my cock! Choke on it bitch! I knew you would be a great boy!" I beamed with pride as I relaxed my throat and swallowed my new Master to the base. He kept up the throat fuck for at least 10 minutes before he pulled out. I panted for air after he exited. "Open your mouth boy!" he ordered me. "Open wide!" I kneeled in front of him as he spit several times into my mouth. "Swallow boy! Then follow me on your hands and knees!" We went into the bedroom where he had a homemade bondage bed. It was black wood, with four tall beams and two by fours around the top, like a perverted canopy bed. Rings and drilled holes were all over it, and I didn't have to guess their purposes. "Made it myself." he proudly said. "Now, face down, legs off the end!" Soon he had me on my stomach, arms stretched and tied down, ankles spread and tied. I just lay there and shook at the excitement of being restrained and high, vulnerable to this sexy man. He pulled out my plug and fingered my hungry hole. I quickly felt a burning inside. "That's a little bootie bump for you boy. Now for a bigger plug." I moaned like a whore as he worked the larger plug inside me, my horny hole sucking it in. "Oh yea!" said Sir. "You've got a hungry little slave cunt there. We'll have to try our best to satisfy it!" "Yessss Sirrrr!" I moaned. "Make me your little slave whore!" I begged as he tied a popper soaked rag over my nose. "I will boy. Don't you worry about that! But first, those birthday spankings!" With that, I felt the first smack of a paddle. I jumped from the shock of it. But it felt so good. 25 more followed and my ass felt like it was on fire while my head spun from the pain and the pleasure and the drugs. "That's such a pretty bright red ass, slave boy. I love to fuck a red hot ass!" With that Sir pulled the plug out and rammed his fat, veiny cock deep in me. I screamed in extasy as he buried himself in me too the hilt. "Oh yea boy! Take your Masters cock! Your MY little slut now! I'm gonna fuck you so much this weekend you won't be able to walk on Tuesday! Damn thats a hot, fuckin slave hole you have boy!" "God yes Sir. Fuck your boy! I wanna be your personal whore! God you feel so good!" And fuck me he did! Fucked me like i had NEVER been fucked before. It had to be at least 45 minutes he pounded my hole. He untied me and we switched positions a couple of times. The final position was on my back with Sir pressing my knees into my shoulders so he could get that fat, mushroom headed cock as deep as possible in me, battering my prostate while my tina soft dick leaked fluid and I babbled gibberish. Sir spit on my face and into my mouth as he pushed his full weight down on me. "Fuck boy!! Here I cum! You ready for your Masters cum? Are you ready for me to breed my new slave boy?" "God yes Sir!" I panted. "Give it to me Sir! Make me your cumdump Sir!" Sir planted his mouth on mine and sucked and bit my tongue as he shook and shuddered, violently shooting his cannon deep inside me, flooding my guts. He collapsed on me while our sweaty bodies both recovered from the most mind blowing sex I had ever experienced. After a few minutes he slowly pulled his spent cock from my wet hole and replaced it with the plug. "Do you really want to be my boy? My slave? My slut? My whore?" he asked. "Yes Sir." I replied. "I would be honoured." "Good." he said kissing me. "Cause your birthday weekend isn't over."

PART 3: I saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was black as coal, a mountain of a man, wife beater shirt and sweat pants, he looked like he had just gotten out of a prison with the look on his face. I don't know how he got in the room or who let him in, he surly was not part of the support group. He walked up to the leader and they did the usual hand clasp and shake and hug, the leader then turned toward me and said "Tank" this is the faggot bitch who lied his way into our HIV group and we have Chemed him up and turned him into a cocksucking, cum dump faggot white bitch for our black snakes and poz seed. Tank? that was an underestimate; who grabbed me by my hair and pulled me right into his crotch asking if it was true; you like being a bitch to black meat now? I just looked up as best as possible and nodded "yes"! , they Tank asked if i was the married faggot who was taking their toxic seed home and planting into my wife? I told them that I was. Tanked looked at the leader and stated "this is one fucked up fag to be married, lying to get into a HIV support group to be a cocksucking faggot for black men", "then go home and fuck his ol lady" ; Hell maybe we should tell her and fuck her too!! those word hit like a sledge hammer as he pushed my face back into his crotch. Tank then told me to pull down his jogging pants and meet the cock that would ruin me! I slid my hands along his pants and pulled them down to meet a harding slab of meat that had a cut head and a PA through the head that looked like a bolt and nut! My eyes went wide and looked up at Tank who was just grinning at me and stated " yup, I am going to fuck you with that and make you my bitch to breed full of my toxic seed, if these guys haven't knocked you up yet, I will make sure your pregnant tonight"!! SERVICE ME FAG; NOW! I started to lick his shaft and head, tried to get the head of that cock in my mouth with the PA on the end, but it kept hitting my teeth. THATS IT FAGGOT, Get that black meat ready to breed you full and ruin you and make you a blubbering idiot for black cock and toxic cum! Tank then looked at the Leader and stated; "Get him ready for my cock"; one of the other guys in the room came up next to me and wrapped a rubber strap around my arm, then pulled out a syringe of a liquid; as i started to panic, Tank wrenched on my hair and told me to look at the job in front of me and get back to it. As i went back to licking and sucking this monster, i felt a poke in my arm, then got all wozzy and started to cough uncontrolably. someone then put a bottle of poppers under my nose and i was inhaling deep and was now working that cock like I was looking foward to that monster driving into my ass and breeding me like I now wanted to be. Tank pulled me to my feet and backed me up to the table, he reach down and twisted both my nipples to the point I loved it and wanted to cry in pain. Tank then put his hand on my throat and push back until I was laying on my back on the table with Tank pulling me up to him by his legs and putting them over his shoulders. one of the guys walked up and started to lather cream or Vaseline or lube on and into my hole. Tank looked at me and asked me what I wanted; I just spread my legs open farther and said for him to fuck my ass, YOU MEAN YOUR CUNT, PUSSY, it will not be an ass in a few, it will be my hole to breed, ruin, knock up and make you my little street whore! All I could do is say "Yes Sir" I want you to breed , fuck my cunt and for you to use it as you like!! Better, Tank said. I was given a bottle of poppers and propped up on my clothes; I want you to see yourself become my whore, and your going to need those poppers, so I would get to them, cause here comes my cock! As I felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole; Tank turned to the leader and told him to go and find the Faggots bitch and see what she thinks of being a bitch to black meat too. I was to far gone to register what he just said, as the first part of Tank's cock pushed into my hole and I let out a scream.

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I am starting to come down from having to catch my breath and spun around so things have slowed down. Then, he sinks his thumb straight in deep, like he is digging out the hole. More baby oil dripped down onto my hole that now is opened with with thumb deep in it. I hear a click of the bottle and then a jab at my hole his other thumb digs deep. OMG, he spreads his hands and I know my hole is gapping open. I hear him spit on my hole and I feel it hit my open hole, FUCK he was a good shot. Nailed it center first time. Could feel it hit the inner lining of my hole. Then, he moves up closer, and his hard cock, teases my hole. He is easing it in slowly my hole accepting it having just been stretched by his thumbs. My hole accepts it and then I feel it relax as his cock head pops past. He keeps pushing slightly increasing his thrust and I have to get poppers or this is going to hurt. So, I arch up looking for the poppers, there just to my right, I reach for them and he slams in balls deep causing me to slip and lose my balance. I now am face first flat against the couch cushion and his cock has just pounded into me. I scream but it makes no difference my face is in a cushion. He loses his balance now at the same time and slams into me even harder. Now most people would have said something like sorry, or are you ok? Not this BBC, he just started pounding me harder. It was as if when I arched my back up, he took it as a signal I wanted more cock. I did scream "STOP" but it was into the pillow. I started to squirm to get my face free of the pillow to tell him to slow down. I think he sensed I was about to do that. Why? because the next thing I know he has his hand on the back of my head pushing it deeper into the pillow and has now grabbed me by the hair as well. He starts pounding harder and harder. He pulls my head back with my hair. "I am going to put you on your back." And, he pulls out and spins me around, as if I was in a trance, he moved so quickly as if he did this before and practiced it over and over. My legs are up and my ass close to the edge of the couch. He pushes my legs over my hole again and guides his cock to my hole opening. Just at the bud. I am high from poppers now, he allowed me to catch my breath and he handed them to me. I do them starting on the right I just begin to inhale and he slams deep into me causing me to gaspingly inhale the poppers. It's a big hit. I start to say "FUCK!!!" but he starts pulling back out. This causes me to again breath unevenly. And, as he pulls out he also moves my arm with the poppers under the other side of my nose. "DAMN" and I take a breath, "WAIT!" and he slams back into me again causing me to gasp inhaling the poppers again. By this point I don't care because the first two hits are flying me. Then, without saying a word he takes the poppers, puts the lid on it, tosses it aside, and starts pumping into my hole. Lubed only with a few drops of baby oil and wads of spit. I can feel his cock pumping into me. I start to jack my cock off and am flying so high, I usually dont take that deep of inhaling. "You want my load?" I am still dazed. "Huh?", "You are taking my load." I then feel his cock pulse and as it does he slams balls deep. I start to jerk my cock off and he says, "Good I am not done." He just continues fucking me. Harder, he has more lube, his load. He is long dicking me with 9 thick black inches. I am jerking my cock. Finally, I will cum and he pounds against my prostrate. OMG, a 9 inch thick black cock is easily going deep into my hole. My hole must be gapping open. I start cuming and he starts pounding even harder. "FUCK!", his response, "I'm not done!" As, he just keeps fucking me, my hole starting to sound sloppy, and he is just steadily pumping in and out of my hole. He speeds up and then I can see by his closing of his eyes, he was close. They pounds deep and lets go with a low groan as his cock pulsed. I counted 3 solid shots. He pulls out and steps back. I sit up and my face is about crotch high on him so he says, "Clean it." and steps into my face and I open my mouth. Looking at this pinkish foam covering his cock head and foreskin. I lick the foam off. I slide my hand up to his cock and pull the large foreskin back so I can see his cock head and lick out his piss slit. As the skin pulls back I notice the foam isn't really pink anymore but a light red. He notices my hesitation and pushed the back of my head onto his cock. "Clean it!" I clean it off, he steps back puts his shorts on and says "Thanks." hands me a few paper towels ad then cleans up giving me my poppers and sending me to the door. He says, "Sorry, I have to get up early. I will hit you up when I want to fuck your hole again." And, I am out the door with only an "OK" back since I am still coming down from cuming. I realize my fly is open and my belt is not even done up. I also realize I have to keep my hole closed because I can start to feel a trickle down my balls. Shit, no underware. When I got home, I wiped and there was cum and blood. No poo at all. Guess I cleaned out well. Should I keep his loads, 2 maybe? Or, do I eat them? Or, do I just expel them? Should I hope he wants to fuck me again? FUCK YEA!! I think I want BBC a LOT more!! Maybe, A trip to Houston, get a hotel, BB cum dump ad, pics of each as proof, hmmmmm...?

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After Justin and I broke up, I was totally devastated and felt very empty inside. Not only my ass was empty because Justin wasn't fucking me regularly, but my stomach felt like a bottomless pit of anguish. Luckily, I was able to concentrate on finals. I was taking 5 classes and I had 2 papers and 3 exams over the next 10 days. They were all pretty evenly spaced out so I didn't have a lot of time to think about Justin. Finals were a time when the library and the dorm were always full of people. It was easy to get into a routine. Gym, food, computer games with a guy on the floor, food, study or write at the library or in my room, food and hang with the guys on the floor and then study until I slept. One of the first mornings of the "prep week", I went into the showers and saw someone's ass under the bottom of the stall. I knew who it was, Paul, my friend on the floor, had been out drinking and was obviously massively hungover. He was sitting on the floor because he was too hungover to stand. He hadn't had a good freshman year. He was beat up while pledging a fraternity and most of the guys who had joined fraternities ignored him after that - including his roommate, the guys across the hall, and Jason. The first semester those guys were all inseparable. It was hard to see him like this. Paul was a really sweet guy. I spoke with Paul that morning and brought him food back from breakfast. We ended up chatting a lot that week. He was transferring after the year ended. I didn't even know that he was thinking about transferring. I guess I had become distant too. I felt bad. Paul and I hung out and studied together all week. He helped me focus and not think about Justin. As finals week crept along, more guys were partying and the noise level increased. Unluckily, I had finals on two of the last 3 days. I took to using Paul's room because it was at the end of the hall. Paul would use mine to play games I had on my computer which he didn't have. It worked out well. On one of the last nights, I finished studying and was falling asleep in Paul's bed. I went back to my room and Paul wasn't tired. I got into my boxers, used the bathroom, and came back to the room. I let him keep playing the game and we chatted for a bit. There was a lot of sexual tension in the room. I got out of bed and leaned over his shoulder a bit to see how he was doing in the game. He turned his face, we looked into each other's eyes and then kissed. A few minutes later, we were both naked and I was moaning as his cock was sliding into my ass. We never even discussed who would get fucked, condoms, hiv status, nothing. There I was bent over my desk with his cock in me. He held his hand over my mouth as he fucked me. He got faster and faster. I could tell he was getting close. His other hand was holding me down. I was jerking off as he fucked me. He was about to cum and I felt Paul tighten his strokes as he was about to pull out and shoot on my back. I said, "Cum in me Paul." It came out as a mumble because he was covering my mouth. He must've understood because he changed his strokes and let it go deep in my ass. Paul and I fucked over the next few days. We fucked 3-4 times a day. We never discussed condoms or hiv status. He did tell me I was the first guy he fucked while sober since he left boarding school. I liked how he fucked me. It was always a good solid fuck. In those last few days, I also had to figure out my roommate situation for the following year and pack, etc. Surprise, surprise! My new roommate was the other Mardi Gras bottom boy - John. Paul and I said our goodbyes and tried to stay in touch, but after he went to another university it was difficult. I ran into him in a bathhouse a few years later, once I moved to New York City, and he fucked me with his friend. It was hot. I went home for the summer. It was really hard to live at home. My dad barely spoke to me. My brother had his own life. My mom was trying, but her love felt more ambivalent than it had before. I think she was trying to adjust to the fact that I was gay. She kept telling me what a lonely life it would be and how sad she was for me. On top of all of that, I kept running into Eli. Whether it was with high school friends, at temple, at the mall, etc. He seemed to be everywhere. All seeing him did was make me feel alone. It also made me think about Justin a lot. That also made me feel alone. I needed to get out of there. I talked to my aunt and uncle about using the cabin, but a storm had knocked a tree onto it over the winter and they were having it repaired this summer. I called John about moving into the New Orleans apartment. He called the landlord and the landlord said the guys in the place had just asked to get out of their lease a month early and we could have it mid July. New Orleans in summer. Yay! Except for the heat and the swampy mugginess, but I did not know how that felt firsthand yet. John and I showed up on the appointed day and ended up moving in as the other guys moved out. The other guys were nice and we all helped each other. It took almost all day. One of the guys moving out, a senior from Loyola University, asked if he could stay on our couch that night because he didn't want to drive to Texas after furniture and boxes all day. We said that he could stay but John and I pointed out that we had no couch yet. We all laughed. He stayed anyway. As we got the place set up, the Loyola stayover, Pete, went to get us dinner and some beer. He came back and we drank and ate a typical New Orleans Monday dinner - Red Beans and Rice with Fried Chicken. We drank a lot of beer too. John fell asleep and Pete and I stayed up talking. I asked Pete if he wanted to stay in my room (previously his room). He knew we were gay and so was he. He said, "Just sleep?" I said, "Sure. But if sex happens, I'm cool with that." We laughed and went to bed. We made my bed, made out, got naked and I saw his fat cock. It was a fireplug cock. Fat and short (5.5" or so). I grabbed that cock and sucked it like I was starving for cock. He and I got into a 69 and he started to finger my ass. I pushed back on his fingers as I sucked his cock. After about ten minutes of him fingering me, lubing me with his spit, and licking my crack; Pete asked for a condom. I looked at him and around the room. I told him I hadn't unpacked them yet. Pete had packed his up and they were in his UHall. We were both disappointed. We switched positions and Pete was on his back and I was sucking his cock again. I was getting him very wet and he was incredibly hard - almost like steel. I went up and kissed him and straddled his waist. His cock was rubbing on mine. He pushed it back between my legs and rubbed the wet head against my ass crack. I was sucking his tongue as he was pressing the cock at my hole. I did what I always do when a cock is on my hole, pushed back. His cock head popped inside my ass. I moaned and he slid in more. I sat back more and his cock slid almost all the way in. I rode his cock for awhile and he was pushing up. We got a good rhythm going and fucked for about a few minutes like that. I said, "Fuck me Pete." He flipped me over, lifted my legs and popped his cock back in my ass. About 20 minutes later, this guy I had just met a few hours ago was about to cum. I said, "Cum in my ass." Pete slammed his hips into me and groaned as he shot his cum inside me. In the morning, Pete was gone and I was really horny. It had been about 2 months since Paul had fucked me and I was craving another fuck. I convinced John to go with me to the bars that night. We got drunk, danced, met some guys and I wound up back in a guy's hotel room taking his raw cock and his load. I took 2 more loads off him by the time I left. The rest of the week, I couldn't get enough cock. I went out every night and a different guy fucked me every night that week - hotel rooms, an apartment, the back room at another bar, and the bathhouse. Some guys used condoms, others didn't; but I wasn't asking. As I went home on Sunday morning after a night getting fucked by a guy in his hotel room, I remembered what that speaker said - "It is the other guy's responsibility to ask me to use a condom and ask about my status." I hadn't asked any of these guys either question. I just wanted to get fucked and I let it happen however it happened. I was kinda freaked out that I had done these things. I felt cum in my wet ass from the guy who had just fucked me again before I left his hotel. I decided I needed to get tested. I spent the next few weeks getting tested(negative), finding a job, and basically hanging out. John and I bought a couch and a few other things for our place. It was during one of those trips that John told me about chat rooms where I could meet guys. He told me about AOL and gay.com. I was interested. He told me guys met for dates and sex, but it was up to what you wanted. Profiles, pictures, etc. I went back to the apartment and set up a different AOL account/screenname and a gay.com account. I was tired of being alone. I was hoping this would help me meet my future boyfriend/partner. I tried AOL chat rooms first.......

Part 3 After the various men had left, the only one left was the first guy that had come in whom I assumed was like the leader or something. He just hummed to himself nonchalantly as he moved about his business. I just watched him with fear and loathing. "I suppose you're wondering exactly what your situation is #40," he said as he wheeled a contraption behind Billy. "Yes you no longer have a name, just a number. You're #40 and your friend is #41. That's how many slave boys I've gone through. And yes, thats what you are now, my property." He looked me in the eyes as he said these words, enjoying the fear he saw in them. "You see, I have a little underground busines selling boys to satisfy the nasty desires of men. So yea, you're not only a slave now, but a whore too. At least you will be after tonight." He chuckled as he lined up the contraption to Billy's ass. It was a machine with a long pole and a large dildo attached to the end. He placed the tip of the fat, fake cock right at Billy's puffy, red hole. "You're friend here is already officially a whore now. Those men last night paid some good money for a first timer. Tonight is your turn." He said, placing headphones over Billy's ears. A tear rolled down my cheek as I shuddered. "This is going to help break your friend into his new position. The headphones have a repeating loop telling him he's a whore now. A worthless faggot cumdump slave. A slave who will crave cock and cum. A slave who will crave pain and degradation. A slave who will serve any man he's sold too." He removed the metal spreader from Billy's mouth and Billy moaned in pain as he closed his jaw for the first time in hours. "Why?" Billy croaked, barely able to speak. "Why us? Please let me go." he cried. "Oh there's no leaving here #41, unless I sell you once you're of no more use to me, or I dispose of you because you're so damaged I can't even do that. Although I always seem to be able to find a buyer. There's always someone wanting a boy to fufill their ultimate darkest fantasies. The slave I just sold went to a couple in New York. They're particularly cruel and he will suffer greatly before he meets his end." Fresh tears rolled down both our cheeks as we listened to our fates. The man just laughed as he picked up another needle and administered it to Billy. Billy went rigid and coughed again as the man pushed a button on the headphones, then walked to the contraption, flipping a switch. The machine kicked on and started plunging the fake cock deeply and harshly in and out of Billy's already sore and ravaged hole. Billy howled as this new torture was inflicted on him. "That should really bust his cunt open. A few hours of this and he won't even know what world he's in anymore. See you in a few hours, sluts." With that the man left. Billy sobbed and wailed as his abused ass was plundered relentlessly. Unlike a man, the machine kept a steady, unwavering pace, shoving what had to be 9 inches all the way in before withdrawing to the tip, forcing the flared head constantly past Billy's puffy, red sphincter, lubed only with cum and blood. I could only hang there and watch my friends torture, fearing my own. I have no idea how long it went on, hours for sure. Billy's sobs eventually became grunts, then nothing as his ass was pulverized beyond feeling. After what seemed like an eternity, the man and Earl finally returned. Ignoring Billy, they started to finally unstrap me. I fell off and into their arms, unable to controll my numb extremeties. They removed the gag and let me down to the floor. I lay there moving my jaw for a few moments before I started to try to crawl toward the door saying "Fuck You!" to the men. They just laughed as Earl landed a hard kick into my balls with his steel toed boots. I doubled over in pain as the two men each grabbed an arm and dragged me across the floor, my bare skin scraping along the cement. They picked me up and placed me on my back in a leather sling, quickly strapping me in, legs in the air. The man grabbed a needle and tied my arm off. I wept knowing this was the end. Earl dropped his pants and spit on his big, hard cock, lining it up to my asshole as the man inserted the syringe, pushed the plunger, and released the band. WHOOSH!!! A wave of electricity flew threw my body as my brain exploded and my lungs seized up, eliciting a deep, wracking cough. The Earl grabbed my thighs and mercilessly plunged his fat, black cock into me. "AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG" I screamed as a searing pain unlike any I had felt before ripped through my soul. My head thrashed from side to side as my ass burned like it was on fire. "Damn, this is my favorite part of my job!" exclaimed Earl. "Being the first to rip open a young white boy and hear him scream for the first time! The blood is the best!" I knew what he meant, that my asshole was bleeding from being torn apart. I just sobbed and wailed as Earl pounded me as hard as he could. After what felt like an eternity to me, he buried himself as deep as he could and went ridged as he pumped his cum deep inside me. "Feel that boy? Feel that cock spurting deep in your slave cunt? Thats poz cum slut! The same poz cum that shot into your friend yesterday!" I cried as this new realization dawned on me. Although at this point it should have been no surprise. Earl just pulled out and moved to my head, grabbing it. I could see blood and cum coverering his semi hard cock. "Clean it off slave! And don't even THINK of biting it or I will crush your balls with a sledgehammer!" I shook, knowing he meant it, and took his dirty cock in my mouth, trying not get sick as I sucked it clean. The man then entered my burning hole, and pounded me deep and hard. "Call me Master boy! That's my name to you. Master or Sir! Thank me bitch for fucking your slave whore cunt!" I refused and Earls grabbed a riding crop and started hitting my cock and balls as hard as he could till I acquiesced. "Yes Master!" I screamed through my tears. "Thank you Master! Thank you for fucking your whore Sir!" "Thats better slave! You will learn! I will break you, just like I will break your friend, just like I've broken EVERY slaveboy I have captured!" He snarled as he pumped a second load deep in my guts. He too made me clean off his dirty cock. Again I have no clue how many men fucked me that first night, I just know it went on for hours. After my second shot my moans of pain became moans of pleasure. In my fucked up state the cocks raping me started to feel good. I was almost sad each time one pulled out and I felt empty. Oh god, I really WAS a faggot slave whore!

Part 2 When I could finally take my eyes off my unconscious best friend, I looked around my new environment. I seemed to be in what looked to me like a huge dungeon. The floor was cement and the walls were all stone and brick. Several bare bulbs hung around the room, providing a harsh illumination. All around the room were what looked like torture devices. I recognized a rack from history class, but the other items looked foreign to me, except for the wall that had all kinds of whips and paddles hanging on it. It made my blood run cold. On one side of the room I could see a cage. Inside that cage was what was obviously a man. He was on his hands and knees with his head sticking out a hole in the front. But you couldn't see his face because it was covered by a leather hood with a large black funnel attached to the top of the cage, and a tube leading to his mouth. I could also see another tube that came out of his dick and disappeared into his ass. I didn't need to be told the reason why. The final thing I took notice of was a row of barred cells directly opposite of me. There were 6 of them. I could see men in four of them. All of them were asleep on mats on the floor. The first two men I couldn't make out too well. The third man was a muscular guy with a shaved head. The fourth guy appeared to be very skinny. I didn't look to long as I heard men approaching. "What are we doing with #36?" I heard a voice ask. "This ones going to my clients in New York City." Another voice replied. "They haven't bought used property in a while. They made the best offer." Then I saw four men enter through a door. I recognized Earl as one of them. The other 3 were all rough looking men, older with big bellies. "Ahh #40, I see you're awake." Said one of the men, grabbing my balls and squeezing them, causing me to wince in pain. "Good, cause I didn't want to administer your first dose just yet. But wouldn't want you to miss your friends initiation, so you can ponder when it will be your turn." I broke out in a sweat at those words knowing it couldn't be good. I watched as one of the other men unlocked the cell with the skinny guy and hoisted him over his shoulders. As he was carried out I could see his back and ass covered in all kinds of bruises, welts and other marks. The man who had grabbed my balls just laughed as he saw the shocked look in my eyes. "Don't worry #40, you'll look like that some day soon. Maybe you'll meet his same ultimate fate. Or maybe something worse." I screamed and struggeled in my bonds, to no avail. The man just laughed again as he dropped his pants revealing a large, gnarly veined cock that was quickly rising to attention. Earl dropped his pants too revealing an even larger cock while the first man held up a needle, checking its contents. He then tied a band around Billy's arm as Earl hocked some spit on his cock. "Here we go!" said the man as he stuck the needle into Billy, "let the fun begin!" With that he ripped the band off Billy. Billy's eyes flew open as he gasped then coughed a few times. That was the moment Earl was waiting for as he forcefully rammed his snot and spit covered cock straight into Billy's unprotected asshole. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH" Oh my god! I had never heard a scream like that before. Earl just held onto Billy's hips and he rammed him over and over as hard as he could. Billy just screamed and screamed as tears flowed down his cheeks, unable to defend himself as he was savagely raped. The first man approached Billy's head, placing his hands on top and plunging his hard cock into the stretched open mouth. Billy retched and gagged, vomiting as he chocked on the cock plowing his throat. I puked myself as I watched my best friend get brutally violated right in front of me, the vomit squirting past my gag and down my naked body. "Oh Billy, Billy, Billy," I said to myself as tears flowed down my cheeks. "I 'm so sorry." knowing I would eventually endure the same thing. I just hung my head and cried as I listened to Billy's weakening screams and the men yelling as they pumped their cum into my best friend. I really have no idea how many men fucked Billy that first time. I was numb, physically and emotionally. I think it was about 10 or 11, and I think most of them fucked Billy twice. I do remember he got another shot at some point, and I remember bright pink cum running down his legs. After a while Billy's screams turned to moans, then simply to grunts as his asshole was turned into hamburger. Raw, bloody hamburger. And I shook wondering when my turn would be.

The label doesn't mean anything to me...cunt, pussy....just as long as my ass gets bred.

Once inside, Mike closed the back door behind his fuck buddy who stood waiting for Mike. Mike gestured to follow him and walked to the stairs and up to the master bedroom with his fuck buddy trailing behind, both silent. Mike went right for the bed and lied down on his back and said to his fuckbuddy, "Get comfortable. Lie down, chill,", and watched his buddy strip down to his briefs and lie down beside Mike. "I never even knew your first name until tonight. I know that we agreed to that for discretions' sake, but that was blown out of the water tonight. You know that I would never do anything to cause you any problems?" His fuckbuddy nodded in agreement. It was dark but Mike could feel his fuckbuddy staring right at him. "Can I call you Lawrence?" "Sure, but most people call me Larry." "Well, Larry, I gotta thank you for coming back and getting me out of there." "I am sorry that I suggested that we even go to that bathhouse. I feel like this is my fault." "It isn't your fault." "I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you strapped to that bench, drenched in sweat, spun, cum all over your ass and in your crack, on your face, in your hair. You were literally coated in cum. How any guys fucked you? What do you remember?" "I remember a whole bunch of images or short moments but it was all hazy and hard to tell what was real and what wasn't. I passed out a few times, and each time I came to there was a different cock in my mouth. Once someone took off the blindfold, even though I couldn't focus my eyes, I could catch a glimpse. I don't know. I just remember feeling full of cock all the time, and I would be lying if I said that at some point I didn't start to enjoy it, cause I did. That's the thing that disturbs me the most." "But you thought I was there?" "Yeah, I know, I was seeing things. They injected me at least twice that I remember and from what I can tell it was probably crystal meth." Mike touched to spot on his left arm where he got the first injection. "I was so high for I don't know how long before I really even knew what was happening. At first, I was flipping out, terrified, and then when someone made it clear that I was going to get shot up, and I felt it go in my arm, I just let go, like that guy Jerry said. He whispered in my ear: "We are going to get you high no matter what. If you hold still, it will be quick, but if you move around, you're gonna get a bunch of nasty abscesses and have to explain to everyone why you look like a junkie" "Holy fuck. How'd it feel?" "Well, it's intense. A kind of ringing in my ears, and then I coughed for a bit. Then I was flying. And everything was blurry, unclear, and I sort of had no thoughts about anything but the feeling of a cock against my hole and another one slapping against my face. And when I felt that first cock in my ass and that first cock in my mouth after they injected me, that's all there was: cock. I have never been so hungry for sex in my life and I have done my fair share of drugs" "Holy fuck, wow. I admit that not only was I pissed off that I didn't get to fuck you, but - and I hope this doesn't piss you off - but I got hard when I walked up to the door of the room in the bathhouse, and saw you strapped in. When I felt your ass and crack, and the wetness, I put my fingers in my mouth and realized that it was cum. I was rockhard at the thought that you got barefucked and you got loads. I know we have always played safe, but I couldn't help it and I can't now: I am rock hard just picturing you there." Mike reached down to Larry's cock. It was hard. Mike moved his head down to Larry's crotch, never letting go of his cock. He squeezed that cock just lightly, then leaned in until he could slap the cock against his lips. Larry was moaning. Mike opened his mouth and slowly slid the whole length of Larry's cock into his mouth, until Mike felt his lips around the base of the cock. Larry's hands moved to Mike's head, keeping him in place and keeping his cock deep in Mike's throat. Mike started to show signs of gagging, but Larry held fast. All of a sudden Mike started violently gagging and Larry let go of his head. "Larry, my throat hurts from last night. I think it took a real beating and feels raw." "It's ok, let's just chill." Mike moved to lie beside Larry and they laid there in silence in the dark for a while. PIng. "Fuck. Where's my phone?" Mike was fumbling around on the bed, then turned on the bedside light, and scanned the room, realizing that he left his phone downstairs. He got up and told Larry he was going to check his messages in case it was his wife. He walked out and headed downstairs. He went to the back door and there was his phone on the table. He picked it up and saw that he had a text. He didn't recognize the number, and opened it. There was an attachment, so clicked on the attachment and all of a sudden he was looking at a vid clip that was difficult to make out, but then, clearly, his face in plain view, with a cock going in and out of his mouth. Someone says something in the background and Mike stops sucking the cock, and looks right at the camera and says: "Fuck me raw. Dump in me". Mike couldn't breathe. Who the fuck sent this? He checked the number again and it looked like a local number so he called it. It rang and then someone answered, a guy, who said, "That was just a tiny preview of what we have. What did you think?" "Who the fuck is this and what the fuck is going on?" "I am hurt. You don't remember me? I am one of the many guys who rode your throat and hole last night. In fact, I came back for seconds, then thirds, but you were so fucking high by then, I doubt you remember." "How did you get my number? What the fuck do you want from me?" "Ah, well, to answer your first question: I took the key to your locker, opened it up, rummaged through your stuff, copied your contact list and other info, took your Driver's Licence." Mike couldn't breathe. The voice continued: "To answer the second question, I want your throat and hole again. At the bathhouse. In the private room with private bathroom and shower. This Wednesday, 8pm. Got it?" "If I don't come or can't come for some reason?" "With what I have in still photos and vid clips of you? If you want to take that chance, sure, go ahead, but just about everyone you know and more, would get a series of good texts, with attachments. And cause I like to share, vids would also be shared online. And don't worry, all of it would be untraceable. You aren't dealing with amateurs." "Okay" Mike said quietly. He heard a click and the call was over. A second later, another text came through. Mike was terrified, but opened the attachment, and opened the vid clip. It showed Mike looking up and someone says something to Mike. He's in the bathouse. He says, "Yeah," then someone in the background says something, and Mike looks into the camera and says "I wanna get high and I want raw cock." Then you hear laughter, and see a tourniquet being tied on Mike's arm. With silent steps he headed back up to the bedroom, and Larry was asleep and deeply so. Mike crawled into bed beside Larry and began to play with his hole, trying to imagine which one of the guys last night is doing this to him?

Part 1 Hey guys. I've been a friend of Will's since I was 19 and now of course, Jake. They persuaded me to tell this story to you. I'm not so good at writing so they have both more or less typed this as I spoke it to them. I hope you enjoy. I really get off on the stories on this site, especially the wild ones. (Not saying which ones though lol, but Will and Jake know.) The story starts off with a girl, which I know you don't want to hear about, but bear with it as it was the beginning of leading me to being a raw sauna fuck for any guy who wanted me, then later to darkroom fuck bars. I've changed all the names except mine. I'd always known I liked guys as well as girls, I'd never had any experience with either. Then in coincidence, I think, it all started happening within a few weeks. My name is Jonny and I lived with my older brother Ste, and my dad in our two bedroom apartment. Our mum left years earlier and we hadn't heard from her since. My dad was a long distance truck driver who was away for days on end. When home, he was either in a drunken coma or staying at a girl friend's place. Every week he seemed to have a different girl friend. Needless to say, Ste and I more or less brought ourselves up. Ste was a few years older than me. Every one said that apart from the age difference we looked like twins. I could see it myself. Not only was our face and hair the same, but we were both slim and smooth. The same shape of little ass and cock size, whether soft or boned. As we shared a bedroom and slept naked, to save on washing clothing, Ste and I saw each naked every day so I knew. Ste wasn't shy and had always jacked off in the bed next to mine whether I was there or not. After shooting, he would pull over the duvet letting the cum run onto the bed or dry onto the duvet. I guess our room stunk. If it was during the day, he'd use whatever was handy to wipe up his cum, mostly it was the nearest boxers on the floor. He wasn't bothered if they were his or mine. He was a pig I guess, whereas I thought I was more sophisticated. As it turned out, I was a lot worse than him. Ste took after our dad as he loved to drink and always brought home girls he had just met in the bars. As we shared a bedroom, I used to pretend to be asleep as they fucked sometimes for hours on end just inches from me. At the weekend there would be a different girl every night. One day, Ste told me that he knew I was awake every time he fucked and he hoped I enjoyed listening. This particular time, it was a Friday night when I woke up to the sound of the front door slamming shut and drunken giggling. Ste told her to keep it quiet as she would wake his little brother. I think it was more for her reassurance. I knew I'd not get back to sleep for the next few hours. I listened as they both fumbled up the stairs and into our unlit room, Ste making more noise than the girl. He always did so and I suspected it was deliberate to wake me up, as he must enjoy the knowledge I was listening to him fucking. They stripped and made out. (Not going into much detail for you.) About half an hour later, I listened in bed with my cock rock hard. Ste was getting closer and then he suddenly yelled, as if to wake up the dead, as he shot into the girl. I never found condoms in the room before or after each girl, nor did I hear him ever put one on. I guessed that he never used them. At the time, I'd never heard of the term 'bareback'. She whispered something to him, and Ste replied sure “go over and climb on - he will be boned already.” On my back, eyes closed, I heard movement as she climbed over the adjoining beds and pulled back my duvet. She moaned and said “look Ste he's boned”. “So I can see”, Ste replied. Next I felt her get across me before sitting down on my cock. With my cock, I could feel her dripping and I realised it was Ste's cum. After sliding onto me, she fucked herself on my cock. I risked a peek and out of the corner of my eye saw Ste watching and jacking. I only lasted a minute, before shooting into her. She got up and went over to Ste's bed before sitting back on to him and he fucked her for ages, whilst keep glancing at me. The next day after she had left, Ste came into the kitchen where I was having breakfast. He ruffled my hair saying “well done little bro - your cherry has finally been broken”. I remember blushing and saying nothing. That very same evening Ste's drinking bud, Jackson arrived, as he did every night before they went downtown to the bars. They liked to get half drunk on cheap supermarket alcohol first. Jackson is a beef cake. He plays in some football team and is as rough and mean as they come. Ste said he's often in drunken fights with other guys. He always intimidated me a bit, as he regularly stared at me as if he didn't like me. Every so often, he, Ste and a girl fucked for four hours in the bed next to mine whilst I pretended to sleep. I hasten to add that Ste and Jackson never touched each other. When one was doing the girl, the other went downstairs. Jackson had had a girl friend for six months prior to the night the girl climbed on top of me. Whilst Ste was in the kitchen getting some beers, I noticed Jackson staring at me again. He rubbed his crotch and said “I hear you had your cherry broken in last night - just remember there is another one to go”. I stammered with embarrassment, trying to say something then I shut up and sat red faced wondering what he meant. I was so annoyed at Ste for saying what had happened. The next Friday afternoon, I had just got home feeling horned. I thought I'd jack off as Dad was away and Ste wouldn't be home from work for another two and a half hours. Just as I got my pants down there was a knock at the door. Frustrated, I quickly pulled them back up. My bone would not go down though. Answering the door, I was surprised to see Jackson as he would normally turn up about an hour after Ste got home. Suddenly remembering my embarrassment from Saturday, I stood there until Jackson said “aren't you letting me in then Jonny?” Recovering, I said “sorry Jackson, come in”. Jackson said he'd finished work at lunch time, grabbed his going out clothes and had been sitting in the car waiting a few doors down the street watching for me coming home. I asked why he was watching for me and reminded him that Ste wouldn't be home for ages. Jackson said that he and I needed to have a little private chat that he was long overdue. I asked what he wanted to chat about to which he replied “I know you're a fag Jonny, I've seen you watching me, not the girls as I fucked in your room. Get upstairs fag to your room where we're going to have a long chat”.

Part 1 I started to regaine consciousness, slowly shaking the fog out of my brain, unable to immediately focus my eyes. My first realization was that my arms were stretched over my head, spread apart and strapped down. My legs were in a similar position, spread and tied. I slowly realized my chest and stomach were also strapped down and the only thing I could move was my head. Apparently I was on what I would eventually learn was a "St. Andrew's Cross" As the fog cleared I tried to yell out, only to emit a muffled scream. Something round and hard filled my mouth, preventing me from speaking. I started to panic as I realized I was totally naked and completely vulnerable. Then my eyes started to finally focus and fresh terror ripped through my heart. There, about 10 feet in front of me was Billy, my best friend since childhood. He too was naked, but in a different position from me. His head and hands were placed in wooden stocks. A leather sling was under his chest and stomach, hanging from chains connected to the ceiling, and his feet were spread wide, chained to rings in the floor. He was still unconscious, but I could see a metal contraption in his mouth, spreading it wide open. Drool ran out of his mouth forming a puddle on the floor. I tried to scream his name, but was unable too. The summer had started just as it should. Billy and I were recent high school graduates and had decided to take an exciting road trip before we went to our seperate colleges. We had been friends our whole lives, brothers really. Grade school, junior high, high school, boy scouts, sports, girls, we had been through it all together. A buddy road trip seemed the perfect way to begin our lives apart from each other. By the way, I'm Randy. I stand a nice 6'2" with a toned but slim body. I've got green eyes and curly brown hair. The kind all the girls are jealous of. I already had a full beard and some chest hair with very, hairy legs. Billy was the complete opposite. He was 5'9" with a compact muscular frame, which helped him take state in wrestling. He had blond hair, and big puppy dog brown eyes, which drove the girls crazy, and a surprisingly large 8 inch cock on his small frame, which also drove the girls crazy. I knew this cause lets face it, Billy and I had always seen each other naked. I sported a nice 7 1/2 myself. Billy still just peach fuzz on his baby face. He definitely didn't look 18. It was our 4th day on the road, and we were in the middle of bum fuck Texas on our way to New Orleans when it happened. BAM!! No more radiator. "Fucking God Damn Shit Billy!" I yelled at him from under the hood. "I told you your piece of shit car wouldn't make the trip!" "Fuck you Randy! How was I supposed to know the radiator would blow?" "Jesus, not even fucking cell reception in this God forsaken place!" I complained. "Well, nothing we can do about it but wait for someone to stop and help. I'll have my dad wire us money to get it fixed." We waited till long after the sun went down. A couple cars drove by, but noone would stop for a couple of guys in the middle of nowhere. "Well, we might as well hunker down for the night." said Billy, "someone's sure to stop tomorrow." So we climed in the car to get some sleep. The night was cold, so we snuggled for body warmth. No big deal for bros. We woke to someone banging on the windows. "Wake up boys!" yelled a deep voice. "Looks like you need old Earls help!" We jumped up and out of the car to find a large, toothless black man with a tow truck. "Fuck yea dude!" I exclaimed! "You saved our fucking asses!" "Yall's asses gonna need saving!" chuckled Earl. Before I knew what was happenening, I saw Earl jam a needle into Billys neck, instantly dropping him. I turned to run but felt Earl grab my arm as a needle was plunged into the back of my neck. Then everything went black.

I'm a 27 year old bisexual, I got out of a long term relationship with a girl back about 10 months ago. Since then I've indulged my long standing fantasy to get fucked by men anonymously. I jerk off to gay porn (bb is always hottest) way more than straight porn and my ex-g/f's favorite sexual activity was pegging -- so I was eager to live out my fantasy and knew my ass I could accommodate the largest of dicks. For the first few months I cruised parks, somewhat successfully - I sucked 4 cocks and confirmed my addiction to hot cum, but never got fucked. Everyone seemed a little afraid to fuck me in a park (plus I was little nervous about it too). I wasn't ready quite for a bathhouse yet, but fortunately a basement sex club for gay men recently opened in my city, it's like an ABS meant for cruising, with a dark area for hooking up. It was here I finally felt a real dick slide into my ass. I showed up at about midnight on a Saturday a little drunk, a little stoned and with my ass clean, pre-lubed, and ready to be fucked. Pocket full of condoms (which I fully intended to use), lube and poppers. The whole place was very dark except the back area that had a big screen playing some hardcore gay porn. I floated around the place until I found the 'dark area' where I could hear others sucking or getting fucked ... I was already half hard even though I couldn't see a thing. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out the silhouettes of about 5 men standing around the walls stroking their cocks watching a young twinky looking asian guy in the middle, bent over a saw-horse getting it from both ends. The scene was so hot -- I had watched so much gay porn over the years, but standing here watching it right in front of me - I was enthralled. I took a place along the wall and pulled my cock out, tightened my cock ring a little and began to finger my ass while jerking my cock, careful not to get too hard and blow it (watching the twink in front of me, this was really ... hard ). A guy from along the wall seemed to notice I was fingering my ass. As he approached me and became clearer I could see he was a white guy (probably about 35), dark hair, cut 6 inch dick with very short trimmed pubic hair. I fell to my knees and he let out a small moan as I put his semi-hard cock into my mouth. I worked his dick, letting my tongue roll all over it as I bobbed and sucked on his now very stiff rod. My cock was drooling pre-cum and I had barely touched it. As I continued I felt another set of hands reach down behind me and pull my pants down a little and explore my shaved ass. At the same time, the guy feeding me his dick put his hands on the back of my head, pushed down and began to pump in short thrusts - I could feel his whole cock pulse with each shot of cum he unloaded directly down my throat - heavenly. I milked the last drops of cum out of his dick, he stepped back, and faded away into the darkness. As I stood up, the hand that was fingering my ass stayed behind me and made sure my pants stayed down as the rest of me stood up. "OMG" was all I could think "I am about to act out my biggest fantasy - I am standing in a room full of men with cum in my mouth, pants at my ankles with a strangers lubed finger in my ass". I pulled out my poppers and took a long hit, my head swimming now, I lost all inhibitions. I reached back to my stranger and felt that he had just wrapped his hard cock - it was big, I didn't get a good look, but it was thick and at least 6 inches. I'll never forget the feeling of the first time a hard dick probed my ass looking for my tiny little hole to fuck - my dick was on fire, and a single touch would have set it off. The stranger finally found his mark and sunk his hard cock into my hole - it hurt a little more than I thought it would, but after only 3 or 4 pumps the pain was replaced with sheer pleasure. I moaned "yes fuck me" which seemed to be the magic words, the man behind me began to buck his hips in a faster and harder rhythm for only about 20 more seconds before his grasp on my hips tightened and he pulled me balls deep onto his dick. I began to feel those fantastic tell-tale short, quick thrusts indicating he was cumming. I reached back and put my fingers around his dick - it took a moment for me to realize, the condom that was on this guys dick when we started wasn't there anymore. In that moment my lust betrayed my rational mind and I began to buck my hips in approval as his orgasm was subsiding - knowing and feeling that I had just taken a load deep in my ass it only took a few seconds of me jerking before I exploded into my cupped hand and quickly swallowed my own cum just before that post-orgasm realization set in: "Some guy just bred you. You might be infected with something now". My mind was reeling as I tried to move out of the way and get my pants up - I manged fend off other guys while I composed myself and my intoxicated brain tried to deal with what happened. My cock, like a little devil, could only take a few minutes of watching the same twink on the sea-horse take on yet another dick before it got semi-hard again. At this point I figured "I guess it's too late now. Might as well go for it" and bent over on the other sea-horse in the dark area - quickly my mouth was filled with a hard cock, I think it was an Indian dude with a short uncut cock and a big cock-head, his dick was a delight to suck because I could take the whole thing, I enjoyed waving my ass in rhythm with sucking this guy - knowing that other men where jerking off watching. I reached down and felt his balls where massive, and as if on cue they began to contract- I knew I was about to be rewarded with cum. I became a little distracted as new fingers began to probe my wet hole at the same time as my Indian guy blew a MASSIVE load in my mouth - there was so much cum, I felt at least 3 shots in my mouth - I was elated as he pulled out of my overflowing mouth and blew his last rope of cum across perfectly across my whole my face. I looked back at the man who was fingering me, who would be my 2nd real dick - he was an older guy, skin pale white, dark hair with bits of gray, about 6 foot 3 with a beer belly, and another somewhat small cock - it couldn't have been more than 5 inches and also uncut. I eagerly watched as he sunk his bare dick into my ass, his dick was smaller, more comfortable, and noticeably harder. It felt like hot fleshly iron pumping my ass as I clenched my asshole around his cock. "Oh fuck" he muttered "that's a good hole boy", which brought my dick (pressed up against the saw-horse) to full mast again. As he got into a rhythm, he began to fuck me quicker, more violently and I could see guys gathered around getting closer still jerking off. One stepped up to my mouth, another white guy, with bushy black pubes and a long, somewhat slender, stiff 6 inch cut dick. He was ready to blow already I could tell by how his dick was almost literally throbbing - I put his dick in my mouth and used to the rhythm set by the guy fucking me to suck his cock. I felt a sudden splash on the side of my head and face -- at first I thought someone had spit on me, however when I turned to see I was relieved to see it was an older guy blowing his load on me from the sidelines. This seemed to tip the guy who was fucking my mouth off and he unloaded (sadly) with only one good spurt of cum. I began pushing the cum on my face into my mouth, while still getting fucked. Since no one was stepping up to my mouth, I took another hit of poppers while getting fucked - my dick already hard was dripping cum. The man fucking me noticed my hit of poppers, leaned in and in a low raspy whisper said "Ready boy?! I'm going to coat your insides you little bitch.", I was full on slut mode, anyone could have fucked me at that moment, "Yes! please cum in me!" I begged. The man grunted as he fucked me in long hard thrusts that made loud slaps as he thrust his cum deep into my fuck hole. I blew my load at the same time jerking my cock in time with his thrusting... so proud to be such a good little fuck hole. It was hands down the best orgasm of my life, it seemed to last forever, and I swear I felt my insides get warmer as he finished cumming and began to relax still inside of me. Head spinning with a fantastic feeling, my 2nd top pulled out, backed away and I felt hot liquid ooze between my ass cheecks. I rolled off the saw-horse and backed up into a corner where I composed myself. I took a paper towel I had brought along out of my back pocket and wiped my ass out - even in that extremely dimly lit room I could see (and smell) it was all white - all cum and lube. Proudly, I put myself together and left... knowing that I had unleashed a hunger that would probably never be silenced. 95% true story. Feels good to write it all down

As a bareback top, I know everyone has his own desires and own preferences, but for me, there is no better feeling then sliding raw into a nearly smooth tight Asian Ass. Asians in general turn me on to an amazing degree. So often they seem hypersenstive compared to other more rough guys. Fucking a pig is nice, but often it seems their skin, nipples, cock, have lost a lot of sensitivity, so often I can make an Asian slut dance and sing just by a gentle touch of a nipple or armpit. And my god do they go for rimming. So many Asians I end up breeding after starting off with some rimming. Just yesterday I met a guy at a sleazy porn shop in Phoenix, Az. Cute guy, maybe 35, looked like he could have been 20. Said he really needed a BJ and nothing else. Took him back to my place, got him naked, and after some short sucking of his cock, went after his ass. God, the way he moaned and made these cute girly noises had me rock hard. I kept rimming him and he gave me a "just don't fuck me." After some chewing his tilts I started grinding my cock to his hole and that got him to "Fuck me, but use a condom" I relented on this for a bit, just to get inside him. Poor guy had no idea what he was getting into. Ten minutes later I slide out, yanked off the condom and slid back in. If he felt the difference, he didn't say anything. Soon I was getting close and then kept the best part. Just to be "fair" I told him I was going to breed him. This got him going and he started babbling "make baby in me, make me your wife! make baby!!!" Fuck I had to fight the urge to yell as I blasted my load. I could feel myself bucking inside him and the whole time I just held him under me. For anyone else that knows this joy, I urge you to share your conquests as well. Nothing is as good as Breeding Asian Ass.

(This is a continuation of my AirBNBreed story. Hope you enjoy.) There are all kinds of interesting sights on my bus tour of Montreal but nothing’s quite as impressive to me as the guy who’s explaining it all to us. Our guide, Nate, is maybe 5’6” and totally built, with pecs and biceps that look like they’re about to burst through his light blue short-sleeve button-down shirt Hulk-style. Then there’s the beefy legs and bubble butt that his fitted khaki shorts show off to perfection. Though I was hoping to swap seed with a hot French Canadian or twenty while I’m here, I’m more than willing to go for a different physical type, especially if they looked like Nate, who explained at the outset that was born in Hawaii but moved to Montreal when he was a baby. He looks like he could be the Rock’s much shorter little brother. It’s especially hot to hear him speak French to a young, beautiful family of four who are visiting from Paris. Nate’s been smiling and making eye contact with me throughout the tour but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants my seed. He could just be doing his job. Still, I’m horned up enough after my breed-fest with Frank and Samuel this morning to be a lot more brazen than I would be back home. I look down at my bulging crotch, notice the Bubblicious logo on my Target t-shirt and get an idea. During the next lull in Nate’s narration, I catch his eye, drop one hand to my crotch-lump, give it a sexy squeeze and then pull it up to my chest to meet the other hand, making a point to cover all of the letters of Bubblicious except for the two B’s in the middle. BB. I shoot Nate a cruise-y, penetrating look. He meets my gaze. I look down, tap my fingers on my pecs that say ‘bb,’ then look back up at him. Nate gulps then gives an affirmative nod so small I worry that I might be imagining it. Nate’s visibly flustered when he starts into his next schpiel about the different festivals that happen throughout the summer including gay pride, which he says with a smile is this coming weekend. Then as we pull into a lush park with beautiful views of the city, he says, “We’re going to stop here for photos and a bathroom break. Be back on the bus in fifteen minutes.” He then catches my eyes and smiles. “Actually, make it twenty.” Fuck, it’s on. Once we’re off the bus, an older couple asks Nate to take their picture with the city behind them. Nate takes the camera and while the pair take their positions Nate walks over to me and whispers, “There’s a storage shed to the right of the men’s room. The door says ‘Private.’ Wait outside it for there.” I use the men’s room first, though it’s difficult to pee with my dick hard and throbbing. While I’m peeing, I reach my fingers under my balls and feel a drop of the spunk Samuel and Frank pumped into me earlier. I bring it to my lips and taste it. Sweet. I leave the bathroom and wait casually near the ‘Private’ door. A few minutes tick by. I’m about to give up and head back to the bus, when Nate comes rushing around the corner. He’s literally unbuttoning his shirt as he struts toward me, smiling with lust in his eyes. He doesn’t say a word. He just opens the door to the storage shed and pulls me inside and around a corner to an open area. The next thing I know, his tongue is in my mouth. He pulls away and grabs my pecs, framing the “bb” with his hands as I did earlier. “That was very clever way to send a message,” he says. “What?” I say, feigning cluelessness. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Give me a break,” he says, laughing. “Better yet, give me a load. And make it a huge one.” “Five days worth,” I say, reaching around to grab that bubble ass through his shorts. “We gotta be quick,” he says. “You got any lube?” “No,” I say. “I’ll get it wet with my mouth,” says Nate, before taking out my hard cock and engulfing it with his hot mouth. As I slowly start to face-fuck him I realize I may have a solution to our lube situation. I move my hands from Nate’s head to under his arms and pull him up till we’re face to face, maybe a centimeter apart. “I might have some lube after all,” I say. He gives me a quizzical look. “Before getting on your bus I got fucked by the couple who’s AirBNB I’m staying at,” I explain. “They breed you?” asks Nate. “Of course,” I say. “Both of them. And I’ve been keeping their loads inside me, which believe me, isn’t easy when that bus would hit a bump.” “Fuck, that’s hot,” says Nate. “They both shot huge,” I say. “So you’re proposing we use their loads to lube up your cock for my hole?” “Yeah. Put your hands under my hole and I’ll let ‘em ooze out.” “You don’t want me to use my mouth?” “Damn, you’re a pig after my own heart.” Nate gets down on his knees and I bend my ass toward his mouth. It only takes a couple of pokes with his long hot tongue before I start to release the loads. I hear him slurp up a mouthful then he grabs my hand and spits it into it. I slather it over my raging hard-on as Nate dives back in for more. “Relax that hole, fucker,” he says between slurps. “I want all of their hot seed.” Three mouthfuls into palmfuls later, my cock is drenched and sticky and Nate is bending over a wheelbarrow, exposing his hot hole to me. “We got ten minutes before we have to get back to the bus,” he pants. “I want you in me for nine of them.” “One stroke?” I ask, putting my cum-slick cock head right at his hole. “Do it,” he says. I rear back a bit, so my cockhead leaves his hole then look down to see a tiny strand of Frank/Samuel cum connecting my angry cockhead to Nate’s puckered hole. It catches the light just so. “Fucking beautiful,” I say. “Now take my cock.” I shove my cumstick all the way into his hot hole in one stroke. “Aaaaaggghhhhh!” Nate groans, his handsome tan face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain. I wriggle my hips back and forth, my balls right up against his ass, and let him get used to the invasion. “You good?” I ask. “Better than good. Now drill me. Pound me deep until you knock me up.” I start pumping, enjoying the sound of my slick cock sliding in and out of his tight fuckhole. I inhale deeply and almost pass out from sensory overload. “Smell,”I say between fuckstrokes. “It’s so hot…to smell all that man-cum….when neither of us has shot off yet.” As I continue to ream out his guts, I steal a look at my watch to see that three minutes have passed. Seven to go. “God, that dick feels so good,” says Nate. “I feel it getting harder with each stroke.” “That’s because your ass is milking my dick like crazy. It’s determined to pull that sperm right out of me.” “I can’t wait for you to blast that hot cum inside me.” Suddenly, we hear the sound of a metal hitting the ground, like shovel being knock over. We both turn to see the handsome father from Parisian family staring at us. Before I can pull out or even feel mortified, I notice that his cock is out and his jerking it. “It’s okay,” he assures us in that sexy French accent. “I watch.” “Where’s your wife and kids?” asks Nate. “Gift shop,” says Paris Dad. Nate and I share a bemused look then I go right back to deep-dicking him. “That hole ready for some sperm, fucker?” I ask Nate after about a minute of pile-driving. “Yeah, but make it last. We got five minutes and your cock feels amazing.” I focus on fucking Nate without going for blast off. We both look over at Paris Dad whose bearded face is now glazed over and whose hand is now going a mile a minute on his 8-inch uncut cock. “Don’t you dare waste your load on the floor!” barks Nate, opening his mouth wide as if to say, ‘Feed me.’ “Can I fuck it up his ass?” PD asks, jutting his chin at me. “I love to breed. The best.” “You’ll have to ask him,” laughs Nate, “but I feel like the answer is yes. His hole is already slick with two loads from this morning.” “Fuck me,” I say. I bury my dick balls deep in Nate, then do my best to arch my ass up so that PD can get up there. I’ve never gotten fucked while fucking so this is going to be a whole new experience, one I can’t wait to tell Samuel and Frank about back at the house. “I’m Jean-Luc, by the way,” PD says as he slides in slowly, inch by inch. As I feel my cummy fuck-tunnel expanding for him, my dick gets even harder in Nate’s hole if that’s possible. Once Jean Luc’s dick is all the way inside, I say “Okay, this is a first for me. Who drives this train?” “You do, the man in the middle,” says Nate. “Let’s do it…four minutes left.” I start to fuck back onto Jean-Luc’s dick then forward into Nate, then back, then forward. It takes some getting used to but gradually, I get my fuckstrokes down and feel like I’m giving both my partners a grade-A fuck as they meet my strokes with their own fuck-rhythms. The sensation is so overwhelming that I’m not able to form words. I just groan while Nate serves up the breeding talk. “You gonna flood my ass, fucker? Send me back in front of all those people full of your jizz.” “Aaaggghhh….annnggggghhh….yes….” is all I can muster. “Jean-Luc, you breed him first and then he’ll blast right off into me,” says Nate. “Sound good, Randy?” “Ughhhhhh….fuck……aaagghhhhh….yes!” I groan. “Do it, Jean-Luc,” commands Nate. “Breed his ass while your beautiful wife’s outside waiting. Shoot him full of that same sperm you made those precious kids with. Do it.” The dirty talk sends Jean-Luc over the edge. “I’m cumming!” he moans. “I am breeding you.” “Fill it, fucker,” I beg The feeling of Jean-Luc’s Euro-cream pouring into my hole sends me over the edge, too. “Tell me what you need, Nate!” I plead through gritted teeth. “Your cum,” he begs. “Cum in my hole, you fucking piggy barebacker.” Hearing Nate say the word–barebacker–in relation to me sends me past the point of no return, and I start to unload while Jean-Luc’s dick is still buried deep up my rectum. “Here is comes, fuckboy,” I moan. “Take…my….seeeeeeed!” With that, I blast five days worth of American-made jizz right up Nate the Tour Guide’s perfect ass. “Every drop, Randy,” Nate says, while jacking a load into his hand. “Every fucking drop.” I fall onto Nate’s back. Jean-Luc falls onto mine. No one moves for about a minute. We just breathe. I steal a look at my watch. “Two minutes,” I say. “Pull out together,” says Jean Luc. As we both snake our dicks out of our fuckee’s asses, the smell of even more fresh cum fills the air. We stand up and face each other in a three way kiss while our hands explore each other’s asses. My eyes are closed so I don’t see that Nate’s bringing his cum-filled hand up to our mouths until a huge hot glob of it is on my tongue. We snowball the load back and forth between the three of us, making sure all of our lips are coated in white. We look at each other and crack up laughing. “We can’t go back on the bus like this,” says Nate. I grab my Bubblicious t-shirt, find the spot where the two B’s appear together and use that to wipe the cum from all of our faces, but I don’t go near the loads in our asses. Those loads are meant to marinate. “You’re going to walk around with a cummed up t-shirt?” asks Nate. “Damned right,” I say. ••••• “So then we all got back on the bus and we finished the tour,” I explain to Frank and Samuel that afternoon back in their kitchen. “And the wife had no idea?” asks Samuel. “I don’t think so,” I say. “How big was Nate’s dick?” Samuel is asking all the questions because Frank’s mouth is busy felching out Jean-Luc’s load. “About 7, I think,” I say. “And thick. We exchanged numbers. I have a feeling we might swap cum again before I go.” Frank walks over to me breeding toteboard and grabs a marker. “You gave a load to the ass and you took a load in the ass,” he sums up. “So two more hashmarks for you…making a total of four.” “And I haven’t even been in Montreal 24 hours,” I say proudly. “Wanna make it five?” says Samuel pulling away from my hole, his scruff caked in Parisian fuckcream. I look down and see him jerking his raging hard on through his nylon running shorts. It’s already making a pre-cum stain on the fabric. I then say what might be my favorite sentence in the English language. “Breed me.”

There is nothing better than guys who are secure enough in their own masculinity to submit their asses as pussies and cunts to other men. I know there are some (few) bottoms here who get all bent out of shape over the pussy/cunt label but I think they doth protest too much.

PROOF

I'm at 295 i haven't been around enough clearly

Hmm. already some well thought out answers here, not sure I have much to add. Idk, I think of myself as more of a slut than a whore, though I'm not sure there's much of a real distinction between the two terms. Either way you put it though, it's not a continuous state for me. It is switched on or off in me, but doesn't seem hard to switch me on. For me the distinticion of "whore" or "slut" is that getting fucked for me is like Lays potato chips, i.e., I "can't eat just one." If you've ever seen a bitch in heat, that about nails it (so to speak). One load just whets my appetite, and I don't think I've ever experienced 'enough' cum in my hole.

We've got a Spanish language student staying with us. 21, cute, tanned and dark. When he arrived I told him I was a cum dump and not to waste any cum during his stay (in my best Spanish). Not quite sure he got the full gist of what I meant as about an hour later he came downstairs with his fist clenched, opened it up to me to reveal a big dollop of cum in his hand. I ate it all up. Lush. Now got to work out how to get his nut inside of me direct from the tap!!

Any updates on this? Did he eventually fuck u?

From my point of view it is not necessary to accept money for sex, even if that is a definition, lungfucker. But I let any guy fuck me, who wants. I take any load in parks, darkrooms, restrooms. A few weeks ago I offered my holes in a sling in a bar. It was not dark there. Everybody could see my hole in need, finger it, fuck it, fill it. And everybody could watch me getting used. That makes me a whore. And I am not ashamed. I am a proud whore. It is my way of life.

4 Months later… Things in my life were mostly in peace. We had a little bit of trouble with an ex-gf of mine that came to visit. But it was good to get that part of my life done and over with. My birthday came, and my roommate that I drove to work gave me a hundred dollars. I used some of it for a date with my gf, but used about 60 of it to buy myself a few bottles of poppers. I hadn’t had any in a while, and I wanted to try a new method of using, mostly cotton in a medicine bottle. It seemed to work and I even figured out a way to use a glass bottle as well, which made them INCREDIBLY strong. After a while, I managed to snag a date with a guy I talked to on a normal dating site. He seemed interesting enough. So with my gf’s blessing, I went on a date. However, it turned out to be very crappy. First, the guy gave lousy directions, so I was late, which I never like doing. Second, he was very drunk when I met up with him. We fooled around a bit, with me mostly sucking his nice 7-8” cut cock. But it was just not a good connection. He ended up following asleep on his bed after we moved to his bedroom. So I quickly got dressed and left. Since it was only about an hour or so after I left my house, I decided I didn’t want to go home. I hit up a few hookup sites, and after a few minutes, I saw an old friend. Jay. “Sup Keith. You looking?” - Jay “You bet. Terrible date. Don’t want to go home.” - Me “You can always come over here. =)” -Jay And that was that. I quickly turned the car around and made my way to his house. It was probably around eleven or midnight when I got there. He let me in, and we chatted up a bit as he was finishing laundry. I asked about cleaning up a bit, and he let me into his bathroom. I quickly did a cleanout and showered, even though I probably didn’t need it. But can never be too careful. I walked out of the bathroom in the buff, since that’s what I was there for. Jay was happy to see me like that, rubbing my ass and my cock, and kissing me. I told him about the terrible date, about some of my other adventures, as he started to get undressed. He told me about some of his own problems and the like. He offered up some G as he got his bong ready. I eagerly downed the shot, and pulled out my poppers. I explained to him my new tricks, and he smiled saying that he can’t wait to see me on them. He lit his torch and got the bong ready. The smoke swirled around, and he took a hit. He leaned in, shotgunned it, and then handed me the bong. I took a deep hit, held it, and then shotgunned to him. We passed it back a few times, and then he took a hit. As he did it, I could tell I was feeling everything. I started to tweak my nipples, as I looked at Jay in awe. I smiled a bit, knowing that I was gonna have some fun. He relit his torch and handed me the bong, as he cooked the tina a bit more. I gave it a minute to get cloudy, breathed out, and then took a huge hit. I held it, as he took a hit too. I let it out, and then laid down on the bed, just rolling. “I think you need to fuck me now Jay.” I told him, as the rush of g and t really hit me. He smiled. “That’s the plan.” He put the bong down and slipped on a cock ring. He played around with his tv, while I played with my cock and nipples, eagerly awaiting his cock. My hole was aching a bit for it. As he put on porn, I found his lube and fingered my hole with some. He smiled as he watched me, approaching the bed. He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge, lifting them up for me to hold. I took hold of one leg, and then did a hit of my poppers. I then grabbed the other leg, as he lubed himself up and slid in. He slowly started to fuck me, waiting for me to adjust. I just held my legs up with a goofy grin, as the pleasure just hit over and over for me. “Fuck me Jay. Fuck me hard, fuck me like the bitch I am.” I moaned to him. He picked up the pace and started to really fuck me. His balls slapped my ass as he rammed in harder and harder. He took my legs and put them on his shoulders, as he pressed down towards me. It hurt a bit but I got the idea, grabbing a pillow. He stopped to throw it under me and resumed his assault on my ass. With my hands free now, I played with his nipples, tugging hard like he loves to have done. “God I miss this pussy Keith. You like that right, your pussy being pounded?” He knows I love dirty talk, and I moaned in delight. “Yeah, fuck this pussy. I’m your bitch Jay! Use me! Fuck me harder! Fuck that big black cock in me!” I moaned out. He pounded harder and harder. I took another hit of poppers, and offered him some, since he wanted to see what my new bottle trick was. It was a good hit for him and he just fucked me. After a good 15 or so minutes, he pushed me up on the bed and laid me on my side, continuing his frantic fucking. I was in heat, just loving the feeling he was giving me. I told him this was a MUCH better date than I had hoped to be on, and he just smiled. He played with my nipples, as his fucking got a bit slower and more sensual. We kissed at an awkward angle but god was it sexy as hell. We then moved into doggy, as he fucked me harder, pushing my face into the bed. I hit some more poppers and let the roll take me, moaning how good his cock felt. This lasted for a good few minutes, and he pulled out a bit, wanting to take a break. He laid on the bed, but I wasn’t done. I swung my legs over his waist, and lowered myself on his hard cock. I bounced up and down, and he eventually got into it, fucking back as I lowered down. It was awesome! My alarm went off, letting me know that I needed to get ready to go home soon. He pushed a little towards the edge of the bed, still inside me, as I rode his cock, checking my alarm and the time. I eventually stopped as I started to get a bit dizzy from the change in positions. So I laid back down on the bed with him, letting the dizziness fade. The g and t had worn off a bit, and I was now just alert and happy. We talked a bit, and decided that maybe I should come back later. A mutual friend was on his way over to resupply him, and maybe if he was still around, we might try a slam. I was keen on it, in my drugged haze. We went down stairs to get something to drink, and his supplier knocked on the door. It was the guy who had given me the huge slam a few months back, along with his boyfriend. We let them in and chatted a bit, us fully naked while his guest were clothed. We caught up, made our suggestion, and they were eager for it, though they didn’t have a lot of time nor did they have gear to do it atm. Since I was gonna be coming back in a few hours, I figured that would give them some time. So I ended up getting dressed, and headed home. I got home just as my gf was getting up. I told her about my date, though changing the story up so that it sounded like my date was a lot funnier than it was. I told her that the guy I had gone out wanted me back (even though it was really Jay), since he had some time that morning and wanted to hangout some more. She was glad to see me happy, unaware that I was coming down from an awesome high and was just happy in general. I took her to work and then made my way back to Jay’s. His friends were still over, as Jay just had me come in. He was up in his bedroom with them. They were still clothed, while he was naked. We chatted a bit more, and I found out that they were going to head out but would try to be back later. I said that was cool, as I got undressed. They let themselves out, as I laid down on the bed next to Jay. He was glad to see me, and hoped I was ready for more. I nodded, as I hit my poppers and went down on his cock. He still tasted of lube, but damn was it good. After a few minutes, he pulled me off and went over to his supplies. He popped in some new tina into his bong, and poured a couple of caps of G for him and me. I took the quick shot, and watched as he lit his torch up again. Once it was ready, he had me hit it a few times, then he hit some. We shotgunned his hit, and then I hit it one last time with a deep hit. The tina and gina really hit well this time, as I got really horny really fast. I looked at him with sultry eyes, and asked him how he wanted me, my ass sticking out towards him. He smiled, pushing me stomach first on the bed, my ass in the air. I spread my legs a bit, since I’m slightly taller than his bed bending over it, as well as letting him get a good angle on me. I took 3 big hits of my poppers and let it roll. He didn’t even lube me up, just right in. And just went to town on me. We played for about an hour, occasionally stopping to switch positions. We checked our phones and hadn’t heard back from his friend. So we started to cruise a bit, because he was really wanting to fuck me with another guy or two. There weren’t a lot of people on, so I suggested maybe we hit up one of the clubs, since we have a couple that are 24-hours. We got dressed, brought a tiny bit of tina with us, along with my poppers. We got in the car and headed toward the clubs. Unfortunately, when we got to the club, the parking lot was empty. So we checked the other one, same deal. We even saw a couple of guys that looked like they might be interested in playing walking around, but eh, I just didn’t know how to really approach them. So we headed back to his place, a bit disappointed. We heard back from his friend that they couldn’t make it back over, so all in all it was a bust. He atleast made me an egg-and-cheese sandwich, chatted as we watched the morning news. It was fun to just chill and I still felt great. But eventually my alarm rang, letting me know that I needed to go and pick up my gf. So I gave Jay a hug and headed out. My comedown the next day was not bad at all, since I was able to actually get some decent sleep, despite being up for almost 24 hours. Plus my previous experiences atleast helped out.

Justin and I were really looking forward to Mardi Gras. I hadn't been to one before and he couldn't wait to show me around. Mardi Gras parades and festivals go on for weeks. Some of the parades are in the suburbs and, while we didn't go to those, the party atmosphere really kicked up on campus. There was not a day I wasn't drinking the last week in February. Every night after I got drunk, I'd climb on Justin's condomless cock and ride it until he came inside me. I love the feeling of a man cumming in my ass. Justin had gotten over the fact that we were no longer using condoms. He was enjoying it as much as I was now. He started getting a little rougher and verbal. He'd make me beg or ask for his load. Then he'd tell me how hot it was that I begged for it when we would cuddle afterward. It became our thing. I loved doing it, especially when I was looking at him on my back or riding him. His face was so great when he came. Justin and I went to our first parade the Thursday before Fat Tuesday. We stood on St. Charles Avenue and got really drunk with his brother and roommates. We ran into a bunch of gay guys from Loyola University (right next to Tulane). Justin and I made fast friends with them because they had vodka based cocktails in gallon milk jugs in their cooler. They invited us to go to a party after the parade. We said yes. After the parade was over, we left Justin's roommates and went with the Loyola gays. We showed up at this old house that had been converted into apartments near both our campuses. The 2nd floor unit was the party space. It was pretty big with 3 bedrooms, a big living room, dining room and kitchen. There were also porches in the back and the front. It was nice, but it was a student apartment so it was also disheveled and run down. The roommates were all other gays who lived in New Orleans - two students and one graduate. The liquor was flowing and the group of boys was growing. Soon there were about 40 people at the party so it was hot and we were getting sweaty. Guys started hooking up. Some left and others stayed around to make out and drink more. Justin and I were in the later group. At one point Justin and I started making out with another couple. It was hot. Justin grabbed the back of my hips and bent me over to make out with the other guys. It was clear who the tops and bottoms were in our foursome. I could feel Justin's cock hard in his shorts pressing on my ass. I had worn a jockstrap that day and both our shorts were thin enough so that it felt like his cock was resting in my crack. The other bottom and I stopped making out and returned to our respective men. I kissed Justin and pulled him into a bedroom and the other couple came with. I pushed Justin against the wall and dropped to my knees to suck his cock just as the other bottom closed the bedroom door. I sucked Justin's cock and got it very wet. The other bottom must've been pre-lubed because the other top had a condom on and was plowing his already. I could hear the moans. I stood up and kissed Justin and told him to fuck me as I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall on the floor. He grabbed me. I stepped out of the shorts and he pushed me against the wall. Justin lined up his cock and pressed into my ass. I moaned and winced a bit. Justin and I usually used lube, but spit would have to do. Justin fucked me hard and fast. I could hear the other bottom moaning and his top grunting. The other top said he was about to cum. I looked in the mirror and saw him pull out, rip off the condom and cum in the bottom's mouth. I saw Justin watching too. He said he was about to cum. I said, "Give it to me baby. Cum in my ass." Justin came inside me. He turned me around dropped to his knees and sucked me off until he came. We all left the room together. The other bottom said, "Did you guys use a condom?" I said, "No, he's my boyfriend and we are both tested and are negative." He said, "I've never done it bareback. I haven't been with a guy I trust enough yet. One mistake and you could be poz." I slid my hand into Justin's and said, "I trust Justin." Justin smiled and we kissed. We left the party about a half hour later. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday were all insane days. Justin's roommates grabbed a shopping cart, we filled it with booze and took it almost all the way downtown to watch the parades and get drunk. Justin and I went out every night after the parades to dance at Oz and Pub. We'd dance shirtless and make out on the dance floor. Tuesday was nuts. We woke up early to watch the Zulu parade, of which we caught the end. We crossed Canal Street to the FQ side and hung out there with friends who had an apartment a few blocks into the Quarter. I learned quickly that Bathroom access is the key to enjoying Mardi Gras. Justin and I bought frozen daiquiris. We watched the last parade and then went to watch the Gay Mardi Gras festivities on St. Ann. There was a costume show of some kind and Justin and I were really drunk. We had such a great time. The bars were overflowing with gay guys. So many sexy guys. So much skin. I took off my shirt. Justin took his off. I was so drunk that I tried to give him head on the balcony of one of the bars. He stopped me and we kissed and laughed. I whispered that we should go somewhere and fuck. Justin smiled at me. He took my hand and said, "I think I know a place." Justin and I went into another bar that was much darker. It was really crowded. The crowd was lively and we ran into the couple that we met at the party. The bottom said his boyfriend had just fucked him in the bathroom. Justin said, "That's what I had in mind." We went to the bathroom and finally got into a stall. Justin had grabbed a couple of lube packets from a bowl next to a bowl of condoms. I pushed my shorts and underwear down. Justin lubed his cock and slid his cock right inside me. We had fucked twice the night before and once that morning already. I was pretty used to his cock so it slid all the way inside me. I groaned loudly. Justin leaned over me and said we had to be quiet. I couldn't help it though. I was so horny and his cock felt so good hitting my prostate over and over again that I was moaning loudly. Justin said, "Be quiet Zach." That's when one of the other guys in the bathroom said, "Be loud. It's hot. Let him moan." Another guy said, "Yeah Zach, moan for us." Justin didn't say anything else. He just kept fucking me for a few more minutes and he reached around with a lubed hand to jerk me off too. My hands were pressed against the wall as he rode my ass. He was bringing me close. I said, "I'm close." Justin said, "Me too. Do you want my cum?" I said, "Fuck yes. Cum in my ass. I want it." He came in me. I came on the floor. We almost collapsed. It was so hot. We put our clothes on and opened the stall door. Guys were smiling at us. A couple clapped and cheered. I was embarrassed. I looked at Justin. His face was so red. I noticed that one of the guys smiling at me was the other top from the party. He said, "Hey guys. We have drinks for you at the bar." We found the bar and relaxed and chilled with the guys for about an hour. But, Justin was not in his same mood. We went home. We kissed and fucked again that night. Justin fucked me harder than he ever had before. He was really jamming his cock inside me. It hurt, but it was a good hurt and I knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt me. He asked if I wanted his load. I begged him for it. He said, "Here it comes, slut!" and he came in my ass. The next morning, Justin was sheepish about the day before. I asked him what was wrong and he said "nothing." We went about our livers over the next couple of weeks. We kept fucking every night. But, something was wrong. I could tell. I finally got Justin to admit that he was weirded out by the sex in the bathroom. He said that he didn't understand why I wanted those guys to hear us and why I was so loud. I told him that him fucking me felt good and, as we both knew, sometimes I can get loud. Besides, I told him that he was the one that told me to beg him for his cum. I asked how I was supposed to do that quietly in a men's bathroom. The conversation didn't help much, but at least I knew what was going on with him. A few weeks later, just before Jazz Fest, Justin and I went out to Oz. We saw our friends and danced a lot. A couple of the guys, including the top from the Mardi Gras party, were going to the bathhouse. The other Mardi Gras party top's name is Seth. Seth pressed us to go with them. I wanted to go. I told Justin that it would be fun. On the walk there, Seth got me to admit that I'd gone to a bathhouse previously. That was something Justin didn't know. I was drunk and chatting so I didn't know Justin was pissed off. We went inside the bathhpuse. Justin and I got naked pretty quickly and we found a room to fuck in. Justin fucked me fast and came quickly. Justin asked me to beg for his load again. I did. I looked over and saw Seth watching us a bit. Justin and I kissed and I suggested we go get in the hot tub. Justin and I got in the hot tub. I cuddled up next to him and he slipped away from me. He said it's too hot. I said, "Let's just stay here a bit." Seth and a couple of the guys joined us. I was still drunk and chatty, so I gave Justin his space and talked to the guys. Seth was flirty and soon was next to me with his hand on my leg. I removed the hand, but Justin saw it and was pissed off. He left and I followed. We went to locker area and Justin said, "You stay out with your friends. I'm tired and pissed off and I want to go home." I told him I would go with him and Justin turned to me and said, "I need to be alone. I'm really uncomfortable seeing how slutty you are. And I guess I have been for awhile. I can't believe you never told me that you've been to a bathhouse before tonight." I grabbed Justin's hand and said that I loved him very much. I told him I would leave with him if he would wait for me to get dressed. He handed me the locker key and said, "We can talk tomorrow Zach. I love you but I need to be alone." Justin left. The other Mardi Gras party bottom had come in the locker area and saw the fight. He came over to me and comforted me. He said, "I brought some nice guys. Let's go sit in the hot tub and chat. No need to leave yet." I don't know why I went back to the hot tub, but I did. It was only a few minutes before everyone in our group knew that Justin and I had an argument. Bottom boy and I were chatting and I was trying not to look around at all the sexy guys. It was hard to not look though since some of the guys were really sexy and others had already left us to hook up together or with other guys the saw in the bathhouse. Bottom boy started making out with the guy on the other side of him. Then I felt an arm around my shoulders and it was Seth. He said that he was sorry if he caused any of the argument. I told him it was more about what had happened in the bathroom of the other bar. Seth told me how hot he thought that was and that Justin was lucky to have me. Bottom boy and his make out partner left me with Seth. It wasn't long before Seth's comforting touch included his hand on my leg. I didn't move his hand. I felt so alone after Justin left that I just needed someone. I was hoping that Seth's touch was still just friendly. I needed to talk to someone; be with someone. Seth told me how attractive I was and that he liked me. He pinched my nipple lightly. We laughed. I relaxed some. We kept brushing against each other. Eventually his hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed my balls lightly before slipping about a half inch away. My cock got hard. Seth leaned in and kissed me. I let him. I opened my mouth and let his tongue inside. After a few minutes we were stroking each other's hard cocks. Seth and I left the hot tub and went to find a quiet place. We found a corner and he told me that he liked my sexy ass. He squeezed it and said he'd like to fuck me. We kissed a lot. I got on my knees and sucked his hot cock. He leaned against the wall and I sucked him for about 10 minutes. He stood me up and turned me around. He got on his knees, spread my cheeks and ate my ass. He got me really wet and he fingered me while he ate my ass. He was really good at using his tongue to widen my hole. I was already kinda loose from Justin fucking me regularly, but Seth was relaxing me more. Eventually Seth stood up and put his cock at my hole. I instinctively pushed back and his 8" fat cock slipped inside me. I grunted. He spit on his cock and pushed in more. Justin's cum helped lube him as his cock filled me up. I needed this fuck. It felt good and reassuring after the argument with Justin. Someone wanted me even if Justin didn't. I moaned and stroked my cock as Seth fucked me. He was slow at first, letting me get used to his cock. Once he had a rhythm going and had picked up speed, he said, "Do you like my cock in you?" I told him that I did. He asked me to tell him how much I liked it and he took his cock out until just the top was inside me. I begged him to keep fucking me. He told me what a sweet ass I had. Seth had me saying a lot of things as he fucked me. I felt him get a bit faster. I kept telling him how good his cock felt. Then he said, "I'm going to cum. Do you want my load?" Out of habit I said, "Fuck yes! Cum in my ass." And he did. I felt Seth's load shoot volley after volley of cum inside me. I shot on the wall. Seth slipped out of my ass. I felt the loads slip out with him. He kissed me. Seth lightly slapped my ass and said I was a hot fuck. He told me how glad he was that I wasn't a condom Nazi. He went to the showers. I went with him. I took a quick shower, kissed him, got dressed and left. I realized what I had done. I was scared. My stomach dropped out of me. I was more empty than ever. I couldn't believe I had just cheated on Justin And bareback. I knew I had to tell Justin. I couldn't have sex with him again until after I was tested. At a minimum that would be the best outcome we could have, we stay together and use condoms for a few months until I test negative again. The next day I called Justin a few times and left a couple messages on his answering machine(remember it's 2000). I knew his class schedule though, so I went to wait near the humanities building. He came out of class about ten minutes after I got there. He saw me and walked passed me. I caught up to him and he told me to leave him alone. I walked him to his dorm and at the base of his stairs he told me we were finished. He already heard that Seth fucked me last night, and that he knew it was bareback because I was too slutty for it not to be. Justin said that I was such a slut and the more he knew me the more he realized that I just want lots of guys to fuck me. He said he didn't love me and couldn't love a guy who needed that kind of sex. I tried to argue, but I gave in. I knew he was right. I liked having sex with lots of guys. The thought of needing a lot of sex shamed me. Why couldn't one almost perfect guy be enough? I cried right there. I turned and walked away afraid to let him see the tears. After about 100 yards, I looked back and saw Justin close the door to his dorm. I went back to mine and collapsed on my bed, brokehearted. Empty.

X marks the spot…. A month later, my roommates and I moved into a new house with a friend of ours. I finally had my own room. I was very happy to have the privacy. I celebrated by buying some poppers one night. I took a shower, cleaned myself out, and went to have a little date with myself. I put on some good popperbate videos, and started to huff out. It was a good little wank session. About 20 or 30 minutes into it, I remembered that I had some shards that I got from Bobby. So I pulled out the bottle I had them in, got a few bits of shard on my wettened finger, and then gave myself a small booty bump. Within 10 minutes, I was flying a bit. Not a dramatic roll or anything, but enough to be piggy and happy. Between the bump and poppers, I was having a fantastic date with myself. I was saying all sorts of fucked up things to myself, going over some of my adventures in my head, some of my deep dirty thoughts. All while pumping a butt plug in and out of my ass. All it made me want is cock, cock, cock. I got my wish about a month later. I had been chatting with a guy online, and things were looking pretty good. He lived near where my female roommate worked, and since I was taking her to work (along with another new roommate), I could setup a session. We planned it out one morning. His name was X (or atleast as far as I will tell you). A black man in his 30s, with a nice thick 8” cut cock curving to the top. He was all top. He liked white guys. He loved bottoms. He loved to get them high and fuck them nice and good. Definitely my kind of guy. I met him near his house, as he needed to pick up supplies first, along with some drinks and some herbal enhancements. He was attractive and friendly, and he liked what he saw in me. So I followed him back to his place. He lived alone in a single room apartment. We got in and started to talk a bit. He asked a few of my experiences, my tastes, things of that nature. While doing this, he pulled out his supplies. He had weed and tina, and a fresh bottle of poppers for me. We started to hit the pipe a bit, and I went down on him. His cock was delicious, with a nice stream of pre-cum. As I started to get a bit horny, I told him that I hadn’t had a chance to get cleaned up, so he let me cleaned up. It took a bit longer than usual to clean up, and apologized over txt to him, especially since I was eager to get seriously fucked by this cock of his. Once I was done, I hit the pipe some more, along with some weed. God did it feel good! He made love to me. Sensual kisses, licking my neck, my nipples. He teased my cock, which normally I get t-dick, but with his enhancers, it was still a little hard. He gave me a nice blowjob, before rimming me. The weed was making me roll nicely, the tina horny, the rimming just driving me mad. He saw this and ask if I was ready for his cock. I begged him. He had me on my back on his couch, as he lubed me up, fingering me in ways I hadn’t before, just hitting some bits of my prostate I guess. He lined up his cock and pressed in a bit. He saw I had a slight discomfort and handed me the poppers. I took 2 bit hits, let it roll, and pulled him in for a kiss, as he pushed into me all the way. He was slow and methodical. Like a really good lover. He pulled back a bit, lifted my legs to his shoulders and really took charge. I played with his nipples, stroked his face, and told him how wonderful this was. He smiled and said this is just the beginning. He started to go faster, his cock just throbbing inside me. He stroked my cock, which was rock hard. It was amazing. His pounding picked up and he just lit into me. God…oh that cock. Just hitting all the good spots. It was so damn good. I start to cramp after a while, so I suggested doggy. He pulled out, and moved the coffee table. I slide off the couch, lean over it, spread my legs a little, and grab my ass. X takes hold of my hips, as his cock slides back home. He starts to really fuck me at this point, and I am just babbling from how good it feels. This goes on for a good 20-30 minutes. With deep pounding, light pounding, slapping of my ass, pulling my hair, even kissing my neck and back. He was very good at making me feel so fucking good. My alarm ended up going off, letting me know that I needed to get home, to take my other roommate to work. I tell X that I can come back, we just have to drop off my roommate’s car to her, if he’s willing to drive me home. He agrees, cause he really wants to keep fucking me. So I get cleaned up a bit, get dressed, and head home. My roommate has no clue about what is going, as this new one wasn’t quite familiar with my past as the other ones were. I dropped her off at work, and headed back to X’s. While on the way I told the roommate who owned the car what was up, that I basically had a date, and we were gonna drop off her car, and he’ll drop me off later. She agrees, since she wants me be happy. X meets me out front of his apartment and we drive over, dropping off the car. On the way back, we hit a couple of places, picking up some more lube, some more pills, and some drinks. We chat a bit, both excited for the next encounter. We get back to his house, and I freshen up a bit. Since I have a lot of time, I’m more than willing to really get high and let him have his way with me. We both take the pills, put on some porn, and just sit stroking each other. He tells me that he really loves how I look, how I act around him, and that he had a good feeling about meeting me. I tell him the same thing, and go into a bit about never having a boyfriend, been trying to find one, and that one day it might be nice. Not much is said after that on the subject, but I think it was been on our minds a few times. He pulls out his glass pipe, loads it, and has me hit it big. I do several large hit, even shotgunning with him a few time. He then loads up his weed pipe. I take some pretty deep hits, and it really starts to hit. I’m very relaxed, very horny, and man do I want X’s cock. He sees the look in my eye. I tell him I am his for the next few hours, so have his way with me. He smiles, and says that’s his intent. Next to his couch is a futon, which he presses down into the bed form. He tells me to get on the bed, on my back, with my head hanging over the side. I do as he tells me. He brushes his cock against my lips, ordering me to lick and suck on it, all while I play with myself. My tongue brushes the underside, swirls around the tip, and I eagerly suck at his, tasting his yummy pre-cum. He pushes his cock in a bit, just barely sliding in. He asks if I want to hit some poppers, and I nod yes. I lean and take a few hits, and resume the position. He starts to slide his cock in, and I relax, just letting him. Pretty soon, I’m deepthroating him, which is no easy feat. But his coaching and the way we’re connecting makes it easy. Pretty soon, he’s nice and very hard, everything hitting him as well. He has me turn around, and pulls me to the edge. He rims my ass, licking my cock, and sucking me for a bit. All while lubing his cock with his other hand. I’m playing with my nipples hard, just rolling between the weed, poppers, and tina. He pulls off rimming me, slides his lube up hand along my crack and tease my whole. “Beg me, beg me for my cock Keith”, he orders. “Baby, please fuck me. Give me that big cock. I want that cock inside me. I want to feel you again. I want you to fuck me, any way you want, as hard as you want, as long as you want. X, baby baby, I want your cock. Please, please give me your cock.” I wanton at this point. And he eagerly complies. He presses his head against my hole and pops in nicely. He slow, letting me adjust as I take a couple of hits of poppers. My head swirls in ecstasy, as he starts to fuck me. He orders me to hold my legs back and apart, as he starts to really pound at me. I’m moaning, I’m begging, I’m just in awe of how good this feels. This is how it went. He fucked me like that for a while, then had me up on the bed, with a triangle pillow under me so my head is down, my ass is up. He pounds me hard in this position, and I’m just lost in pleasure. He fucks me on my side, kissing my neck, playing with my nipples, all slow and lover-like. He even has me ride him. And amazingly, he was able to breed me, which made me a very happy bottom. Toward the evening, I start to just black out. I think between the weed, the tina, not a lot of sleep, poppers, and not a lot of food, I’m just out of it. After resting for a bit, with some fruit and drinks applied to me, I’m able to get cleaned up and more alert. He takes me home, which I honestly don’t know how we managed to get there, since it was almost an hour away, but we did. I came home in time to pick my new roommate back up from work. After we got home, I immediately passed out in my bed. Recovery was a bit worse for wear, especially since I had driving to do the next day, but I managed to make it work. Neither girl was suspicious, including the one that knew of the dangers I had been in. All in all, my time with X was great. We txted a few times, but weren’t able to get back together due to holidays. My life started to change a bit soon after. The girl who own the car I drove wounded up becoming my girlfriend. We were exs in the past, and in that part of my life, things were good between us, a decent love and respect. So it just kinda happened. Other things happened, and it would be nearly 4 months till I would play again….

Bobby I had been talking to a guy named Bobby on a bareback website for a while, a month or so after I started this journey into pvp. We just never could get together due to real life stuff. Bobby was an older gay man who himself hadn’t been pnping long, and we enjoyed talking about our experiences. He was very vers, very average but very loving. So a few weeks after my black daddy, we had the chance to finally meet up. He was staying at a friend’s house about an hour away. I drove over there, and somehow I managed to beat him there, as he was out getting supplies. His friend was a bit weirded out that I showed up but talked to Bobby on the phone to confirm I was coming over. He brought his own supplies and let me hit the pipe a bit. I was feeling all nice and tingly by the time Bobby showed up about 20 or so minutes after I got there. We kissed and hugged and talked a bit, while we smoked a bit more. I asked to shower, and was able to clean up a bit. We moved to the friend’s bedroom and started to watch porn. Bobby and I made out, then played with each other. His friend was a bit out of it and mostly just egged us on. The porn was getting good, I was getting horny, and asked for a few more hits. They gladly offered it. I hit the pipe pretty hard, and let it sit for a bit. After a while, I was flying, very nice and horny. I 69’d with Bobby, with some popper hits in between. I got him nice and hard, and then begged him to fuck me as my mind was just in horny bottom land. He got some lube, lubed me up, and easily slid in. He fucked me for a bit, doggy style over the edge of the bed. I dared him to breed me, and I think he did, as he made the motions and sound as one would make cumming. I even felt a little bit of cum inside me afterwards. I was a bit pleased. We ended up talking a bit more, I cleaned out, and then I said goodbye for the night. I had no issues recovering, and even tried to see him again the next day, but sadly playing just wasn’t in the picture. A few weeks later, Bobby was able to get back into his own house, due to personal stuff he had going on. He invited me over for a weekend, to spend with him and his roommate, who was almost his boyfriend at this point (eventually they would end up getting married, but that was a disaster). His roommate/boyfriend was a younger guy, around my age, with a nice 8” thick cut cock. We’ll call him P for this, as I don’t want to give out his name really (Bobby doesn’t mind me telling his name). So I got to their house late in the afternoon. We started to talk a bit in their living/play room. P was nice, and we mostly just watched some basic tv stuff, getting to know one another. We even ordered some takeout, while P went out to get supplies. When he got back, we decided it was time to play. I went and got cleaned out, and then joined them downstairs in the play room. We put in some bareback porn, hit the pipe, and even did some G. I was really horny, and me and Bobby started to make out and going down on each other. P excused himself to get himself ready for stuff. Bobby and I played a bit more, 69’ing, rimming. Occasionally stopping to hit the pipe some. He suggested we move it to the bedroom. So we went upstairs to his bedroom and played some more. Now we had talked about slamming before, and that he and P did it occasionally. I told him that I had done it once, enjoyed it, and would really like to try again, especially with P’s big cock in me. So he went and talked to P while I played with myself on the bed with poppers and a dildo. He came back a few minutes later and said P was done for it. So we went into P’s bedroom. He started to ask me questions about it, various things, and then said that he was gonna give me a .1, since the last one was a bit strong to me. He put the band on my arm, showed me the rig, explained it all, and then did his work. He hit the right vein, drew it back, then told me get ready. He pushed in, looked at me as I started to semi-feel the rush. He popped the band off, and then came the cough and the rush. Oh my god, was it amazing. Not as strong as the first, but definitely great. Bobby sat with me as I felt wonderful. I started to babble all sorts of strong sexual raunchy stuff, and P just smiled. Bobby led me back into his bedroom while P took to admining one himself. I was on my knees sucking Bobby’s cock while he worked on a rig for himself. He smiled as he went flying. We started to seriously make out, my ass just begging for cock. P came in, smiled, with the biggest cock I had ever seen (or atleast in my mind). I immediately try to go down on him, but fuck, way too thick. After getting some growls of my terrible blowjob, P ordered me on the bed. I was all too happy. I slapped on some of their lube, which was a strong gel. I pushed nearly 4 fingers in, and was in ecstasy. P pulled me back down and had me bent over the bed, since we were near heights. He lined up and teased me, and told me to get ready. I hit my poppers several times and begged for it. He slid in. WOW! Just wow! He slowly pulled out, then pushed back in, further. I took another hit and just laid there, watching Bobby jack his cock and egging us on. P then up the paced and really fucked me. Just hard. And I’m just moaning and moaning, calling myself a whore, asking them to breed me. Bobby ends up pulling my head to his dick and I’m getting spit roasted between them. After about 15 or so minutes, P grunts and unloads in me. Just unbelievable pleasure! He pulls out, and well apparently it was not a good site. I was quite embarrassed. He runs off to clean himself off, and Bobby works on me. I get in his shower and clean off and I’m a bit horrified. Blah. It had been so good, but fuck did he go way deep. Anyways, Bobby and I just cuddled in bed, talking, enjoy the comedown. It was nice. P stays in his room mostly after this. The next day, we all just chill and relax. Ordered some pizza, watched movies mostly. Bobby and I ended up playing around, with I almost hit a popper-hole. At some point, I was so completely out of it that Bobby thought I had passed out. Eventually we just decide to sleep. The next day I end up going home. I had a good time, and it was totally worth it. The return to the Black Daddy and a sex club… I had stayed away from the Black Daddy mostly because of the weird feeling I had when I was with him which might have been some ketamine. He emailed me a couple of weeks after our first encounter, scolding me a bit. I kinda brushed it off, explaining I was a bit weirded out. He said okay and to either keep in touch or stay away. I ended up staying away due to real life stuff. My roommates and I were looking for a new place. I also had been lurking on the deepweb, finding things I shouldn’t have. One thing I did find was credit card stuff. I, being stupid, thought this was an easy way for us to get a lot of money with a little bit of our own money. It ended up being a scam and we were out nearly $200. Feeling bad for myself, I started cruising. He popped up on one of the hookup sites, and invited me over. I told him that I wanted to be punished, that I wanted to be nothing but a toy. He said he could do that. I drove over to his house. He orderd me from the car to remove my clothing and walk his lot naked. I did this without question. A bit scary, but still. Once inside, he instructed me to fold my clothes, jump in the shower, and clean up. He gave me everything, ordered every action. Once I was done, he ordered me to put on the small gstring he had given me, which I did. He was doing this all without me seeing him, mostly him just yelling from his bedroom. He ordered me to come in, face the wall, hands up, and spread my legs. I did as ordered. He had me flex my ass, spread my cheeks, even hump at the wall. He then ordered me to turn around. “Will you do as I command, slave?” “Yes sir, as you command, sir.” “Good, take off my boots and socks.” He was sitting on the edge of his bed again. I did as ordered. He was holding his bong and was smoking a bit, blowing smoke at me. “Very good slave. Now explain what you did.” I explained. He laughed a bit about me fucking up. But then said that it was good for him because he got to play with his “sissy faggot hole” again. He ordered me to take hits. Slow hits. Hold the hit. Hit again, slowly. He had me spun and horny in no time. He ordered me to take off his pants, leaving his underwear on. He then had me get on my knees infront of him. He started to teabag me with his bulge in his underwear. He blew smoke at me as he did this, calling me all sorts of degrading names. “I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. I’m gonna take you out.” I was a bit surprised at this. “If that is what you please sir.” “Damn right it pleases me. You want to get fucked, and I’m gonna make you get fucked. Now get on the bed, all fours, like the sissy faggot whore you are.” I did as ordered. He got behind me and started to lube my hole up. He inserted in a dildo and fucked me with it for a few minutes. He ordered me not to moan, which was hard. I had to bite my lip to not. “I’m gonna put in these gel packs you see.” He showed me these small little blue pills. He went on to explain that they’re like time-release caps in some medicines. He had put some tina in it and he was gonna insert a few in me. In about 20-30 minutes, they will probably melt plus the tina will start to hit. He then ordered me to get dressed. We drove to a sex club a few minutes away. I have never been a sex club before, so this was new and scary. He paid the entrance fee, bought me a fresh bottle of poppers (that turned out to be shit), and we walked around. He led me through several places, including a very poorly lit back area. He eventually led me to a common area that had a couch. He took me in his hands and could see that I was starting to feel the booty bump coming on. “I’m gonna be right here waiting for you. There’s a booth over there. Get in it, strip down to the undies, and wait for guys to come to you or you can invite them in if you want them.” I went into the booth as instructed, as the bootybump began to affect me. The booth had gloryholes and within a few minutes, I was sucking some random cocks. I was horny as all get out. I tried to wave guys to my room, including a very attractive black guy, but to no avail. In my haze, somehow I think I got a latino guy with an uncut cock to come in. I pulled down his pants, started to suck his cock and then started to black out a bit. I barely remember it. When I was lucid, I know that I bent over a chair that was in the booth, holding my ass cheeks apart. I think the guy tried to fuck me, but again, memory was not on. Eventually the Black Daddy came and got me and dragged me out of the club. By this point I had slightly sobered up, and was trying to assess the situation. “I’m a bit disappointed in you. You wanted to get fucked, you had a couple of black guys just walk past your room and you couldn’t get them in there with you. I know you said you love black cock and I wanted to see you get fucked. You really are a sorry piece of sissy faggot shit. I’m gonna drive you back to your car now. Don’t say another word.” He was not happy, nor was I. We got back to his place, and he told me to just get in my car and go home. If I couldn’t do what he asked, then I was of no use to him. He left me just standing in his parking lot, a bit shocked at what had happened. I ended up getting in my car and driving to a nearby gas station. I bought myself some water and crackers and sat in my car for a good hour trying to get more sober to drive. I knew it was bad. Eventually I drove home, and was really bummed out about it. I ended up txting him the next day apologizing and saying that if he wanted me to have fucked those guys, he easily could have asked them. I was in no condition to talk and explained the blackouts and the like. He didn’t care and told me to never contact him again. And that was that. My worst time…. A few weeks later, my roomies and I had found a house and we’re really excited about it. I hadn’t had any problems recovering from my weird night so no one really knew anything was up with me. Life was okay. One night, I decided I wanted to play again. I was on a hookup site when this couple hit me up. Older guys, the top with an average cock, a vers with a nice 7-8” cock, but definitely into pnp. They loved my profile and wanted to get me flying and sleazy. So I headed over there. The top was named Mike and he welcomed me when I finally arrived, after missing a turn to their complex. He explained that he and his boyfriend lived with their ex, as they used to be a 3-person group. But they weren’t all together anymore and he sometimes hates company. But they really wanted to play with me. His partner, let’s call him Bill cause I honestly can’t remember his name, was in their ‘play office’ just watching porn and being very tweaked out. Mike and I started talking a bit and found out that we had a mutual friend in Bobby, along with a black guy named Jay that I had been talking to for the past few months (not the Black Daddy). Mike offered me his bong and let me take some hits. His stuff was STRONG. Within a few hits, I was spun. Not flying. Spun. Mike and I had started to talk about some raunchy stuff, my experiences, stuff like that. He asked about slamming and I told him about me, Bobby, and P, as well as my first time. I told him that I wouldn’t mind it, but I can’t admin to save my life. So he said he would get some rigs together, and for me to go and clean out. I did, all while trying not to have an orgasm in the shower, as everything in me was electric. I came back to the office, and Mike had finished up the rigs. Bill was nice and hard, so I started to go down on him, horny as I was. Mike pulled me off, saying that Bill was so tweaked and that it doesn’t do anything for him. He just wants ass. Mike himself can’t fuck, as he has a hernia. But he loves to slam, watch Bill fuck guys, and enjoy raunchy stuff. So I’m squatting infront of Mike, as he starts to admin me. He does it in my hand, unlike the other 2 times I’ve slammed. I can feel it hitting even before the band is off. But this time, my cough is rough and everything is just amplified. As I try to figure out what is going on, I ask Mike what he gave me. “.4. You looked like you might need a bit stronger, for your size.” I’m a bit worried at this point, as my heart is racing, I can hear. I can hear everything. And my stomach does not agree. I end up making a mess, which was horrible. And as I stand up to go to the bathroom, I nearly stumble into a table of theirs. Mike immediately sees this is a major problem and helps me to the bathroom. He gets in the shower with me and washes me off, apologizing the whole time. I eventually can stand up without help and I finish cleaning up as he goes to clean my mess up. I finish in a few minutes and try to make it back to him. Nope. I stumble to the floor, and just curl up next to the toilet. I want to throw up, but I can’t seem to do it. Mike checks up on me, and sees me curled up. He asks if I’m okay still, apologizing the entire time. I’m apologizing as well. He brings me some water and a cold rag, putting it on my head. I’m completely flush at this point. As I lay there, I start seeing the light flicker. I’m shivering, I’m shaking. My mind is racing and I’m worried I’m gonna die. I have my phone with me and I put up a facebook post saying I love you to all my family. Hoping to dear god that this is not how I end up. Mike keeps checking up on me. He keeps making sure I’m drinking water at this point. About an hour later, the nausea is gone and I’m feeling better. I meet up with Mike, and we just chill. I apologize again for making a mess and getting sick. He said it was his mistake for not listening to my story and giving me a .1 like I had been previously given. He feels worse. I figured it would probably have been fine had I not smoked his stuff before hand, as I was already feeling spun at that point. By now, its like 3-4am (I got over there about 12am). He says that I should probably head home, but I tell him that I’ll be okay. I feel better, still perky and horny. So I head out. I even text him if he knows about any clubs that might still be open, as some close early. I pretty much sit in a gas station, drinking water and cruising online, as I’m horny as fuck. I can’t really go home like this, and I was borrowing one of my roommate’s car. I ended up txting her telling her that the date I was on (which she knew about) was good and that I ended up drinking and really shouldn’t be driving. Since her bf lives with us, he could take her to work and I would come and pick her up, since I was on that side of town. So I ended up seeing Bobby online and he invited me over. He had to go to work at 6, so we ended up cuddling some. Cuddling became making out and sucking each other in a 69. P was causing him some problems and didn’t want to play with us. So eventually it came time for Bobby to go to work. As he’s getting ready, I notice he’s got some loose tina on his bed stand. I ask him if I can take some of the shards, for playing later. He lets me take a little bit in a plastic bottle I had. As I’m leaving, I get a msg from Jay. He invites me over. From worst to best… Jay doesn’t live that far away, so I easily make it over there in a few minutes. He greets me at his door nearly naked. He’s a very attractive black man, with a little bit of a stubbly face. He invites me in. We start to talk a bit, me filling him in on my night so far. He lets me go clean up some more in his bathroom. After I get out, he brings me into his spare bedroom. Its got a nice king-sized raised bed, he’s got porn playing on a monitor, with pipe out. He offers me some G, while he loads the pipe up. I’m game, so I take the G, and take a few hits. We start to makeout, and I realize that god damn this dude is hot, this dude wants me, and I’m about to have some major fun. He gets up on the bed and I start to suck his cock. Its about 7” and thick with a little curve to it. I hit some of my poppers and go to town. The G is kicking in and I’m just horny. We talk about some raunchy stuff, even me wearing stockings. He says that is hot and he’d love to see it. So I go to bag, pull out the stockings, and put them on. I strut over to him, as he’s now sitting over the edge of the bed. His cock is hard, he’s tweaking his nipples, and I’m just in heaven. I get on my knees and whorishly start to lick and suck on his cock. I’m telling all sorts of stories and thoughts, and he’s just eating it up. Finally after a few minutes, I get up and lay on the bed. I look at him all sultry like and ask ‘How do you want to fuck me?” He just smiles, as he moves me to the edge of the bed, with me on my back. He starts to rim me, and I’m just loving it, holding my stocking-covered legs. He relents, as he grabs some jelly next to us. He slathers me up, fingering me a bit. He then covers his dick a bit. He puts the head next to my hole and smiles. “I’m gonna fuck you nice and good.” I take a few hits of poppers and tell him to bring it. I’m his whore, take me. He pushes in easily, and I’m moaning. He starts slow, with me tweaking his nipples, him mine. He picks up pace, pushing my legs nearly to my shoulders. I can actually see his raw cock sliding in and out of me. He presses on, picking up speed. We’re both moaning and talking raunchy. I’m horny as fuck and all I want is this black god’s cock in me. I tell him I want him to fuck me harder in doggy. So he pulls out, and I slip off the bed and lay over the edge. He’s back in and just goes to town. He pulls my hair (which is short) and tells me I’m a good whore. He loves fucking my pussy. He wants to cum in me. I tell him do it, breed me, make me his. He pounds harder and harder. I’m moaning and just lost in pleasure, with hits of poppers in between. This goes on, I swear, for like an hour. Like the sun was beginning to rise when I got there and by the time we finished, it was bright out. He eventually cums in me, and I’m just in awe. We get cleaned up and I tell him that I have to go and pick up my roommate at 11. He asks if maybe we could continue this, and I’m like ‘fuck yeah!’. So I message her and let her know that I’m dropping off the car and the keys, and then hanging out with my date some more. He’ll eventually take me home. She’s fine with that and I’m glad I’m having fun. So we get dressed and switch the car over. On the way back we hit a couple of places, get some food, even pick up some Max Impact. We get back to his house about 1ish, and just watching some tv. After a few episodes of some comedy thing, he asks if I’d like to continue. I’m still horny and tweaked at this point, so I’m like ‘yeah, let’s do this.’ We got back upstairs and we hit the pipe. More G taken. I start sucking his cock while he’s smoking. I tell him I want him to fuck my face. I lay on the bed, head over the side, and he just slides his dick in, no issue. He’s tweaking his nipples, then mine, telling me I’m a good damn good lay. I just smile and tell him the same, that I haven’t had this much fun in a while. I just want him to fuck me and use me and let’s have some fun, maybe hit up some friends later. He’s down with that. He stops face fucking me and has me lay on my side. He lubes me up and pushes in, as I take a hit of poppers. He starts to fuck me nice and good. Not fast. Just a slow rhythm, like a lover might do. I’m just loving this. I haven’t felt this good in a long time, and I know that its not just the pnping talking. Jay and I seemed to connect on a deep level with things. I roll a bit so that I’m on my stomach, and he just starts pounding me. He hits some poppers, then I do. More pounding. We’re both just sweating and enjoying it. My ass is feeling great being fucked. He stops for a bit to get some water in him, and we hit the pipe some more. I tell him about Black Daddy and the booty bump, and he says he could bump me, maybe even slam. I tell him I’m not sure about slamming but a bump would be awesome. He breaks a shard and pushes some of the pieces in my hole. I moan, as I’m just super sensitive at this point. He has me lean on the bed, wiggling my ass and rubbing up on the corner like a pole dancer. I tell him that sometimes I wish I was a girl or atleast a transsexual. Tits and a cock. That I would love to have one fuck me. The bump starts taking effect and I just motion for him to fuck me. I lean on the bed, spread my legs wide, and he just slides in home. He’s pounding away at me, and I’m just moaning. As I look for my poppers, I see the can of Max and I say maybe we should hit some. He’s like ‘oh yeah, that’s fun.’ So he stops, pulls out, and goes and gets a rag. He comes back, shakes the can, and sprays some on the rag. He has me get on the bed, on my back, and pulls me to the edge. He slides back in and starts to slowly fuck me. “You ready?” I nod, as he hands me the rag. I put it in my mouth and inhale, slowly. I start to feel the numbness and the out-of-body-ness, as he does some himself, his pounding just taking off. I just lay there and all I can think is ‘this is what I am meant do, to be. I am a fuck toy for this ebon god.” He’s smiling at me, seeing my reaction, and he just pounds harder and harder. I get back to moaning and enjoying it. Every so often I hit the rag, and just become his fuck toy. Jay is amazing. He rolls me on to my side, fucks me. Rolls me on to my hands and knees, fucks me. All without really having to pull out. We fuck for another few hours. He cums in me a couple more times. Its amazing. We clean up again, and then go down to relax. He orders some pizza and we eat that while watching comedies. We just chat about life and the like. Towards the later part of the evening, we decide to catch some sleep. He’s already warn out and I’m way past that. But its hard to sleep and I start to have those dreaded images of things in my vision. I know from all the reading I’ve done its all in my head and it takes a while to convince myself. My stomach has started hurting at this point, and its hard for me to go to the bathroom. Its gets toward morning when we wake up and we’re both still a bit horny. He woke up before me and was cruising. He says he might have a friend that can come over in a couple of hours and that maybe we could all slam together. I tell him that would be fun, especially since the guy has a nice 7-8” thick cut cock. But my stomach is not happy at this point. And I end up over cleaning myself and making myself worse. The guy comes over and I can barely manage to hit the pipe without being ill. So they end up playing while I go and lay down stairs. Hours late the guy leaves and Jay checks up on me. I also check in with my roommate, letting her know that I’m not feeling all that great and I may be home the next day. Jay takes me out to get something for my stomach, as well as some food. I can barely eat at this point, as I just can’t seem to go nor does my stomach want me eat. I end up sleeping on his couch, feeling like utter shit. Jay feels bad at this point, but I tell him that I have had a great time, I just probably partied too hard and probably fucked myself up cleaning out over and over. He eventually takes me home that evening. My female roommate is gone, out with another bf of hers (she’s polyamorous), while her live-in bf has made food. I try to eat, but to no avail. Over the next few days, I go to the hospital, which can’t seem to do anything for the pain that I’m in. I barely want to drink, I’m trying to eat soup, but that’s not helping much. It gets so bad that one night I literally crawl out of my room to the front room, where all the roomies are at, and beg them to take me to a different hospital. This time, they listen to me. I somehow managed to get a uti in my rectum and that (after discretely explaining the past few days) the partying probably wrecked a few things. They clean out my fluids and give me some strong ass pain pills, along with some nutrient stuff. My female roommate now at this point knows, sorta, that I have done drugs, but she never makes a big deal of it. She is just glad I’m alive and not hurting anymore. But this doesn’t stop me from going out and partying some more later in a few months….

Loved your description of how hungry your hole got, how it needed MORE CUM. I hope you write more about your adventures!

You definitely need to tell us when you get your gang bang with his friends...

Had to go to the post office in village, afterwords was desperate for a piss, so went to the local bogs. Standing at one of the urinals was a hot delivery guy. As I was pissing could see him playing with his cock. I was hard despite pissing. He had a nice cock, but even better ass, filling his uniform trousers. We wanted each other, then moved into one of the cubicles. He puts down my jeans and sucks on my cock, fuck he was good, had to pull out twice otherwise I would of shot my load in his mouth. Whilst sucking me delivery man had pulled his trousers and pants down, so I had great view of his cock and ass. Fuck it was great. I dont normal y fuck, but his ass was hot, so go him to stand up, turned him round and bent him over so I could give him a good rim job. As I was eating him out, he pulled his ass cheeks apart giving me more access to his hot sexy man hole. I sucked licked and tongue fucked his hole, till it was wet loose and open to be fucked. I lubed my cock with my spit, stopped up, and before he could say anything shoved my cock up his ass, balls deep. He didn't try to stop me, all his said was " fuck, fuck ,fuck" So I did, taking my time, slowly pulling out until the tip of my cock was at his ass lips then shoving my cock back in all the way. I did this for about 5 minutes, but couldn't keep it going as I was so close to shooting my load, so I just pounded his ass, faster and faster until I shot my load up his ass. As I did this he was walking of and shot his load all over the floor. When I pulled out he span round and sucked my cock clean. I then sucked his cock clean, I wanted to suck my cum out his ass, but he wanted to keep it in his ass. Cant wait to fuck him again, and hopefully he will fuck me.

I am masculine pig bottom. I am so masculine that I have a hard time finding tops at bathhouses and mostly bottoms approach me.....I love masculine guys who are comfortable with showing off their asses and letting others to use them

Definitely let us know if you get your slutty hole gangbanged

My next few encounters… I had a few more encounters after this one. They weren’t as hot, but still worth mentioning… The first one was very brief. I was selling a game system for money, and while I was returning from my sale, I was hit up on a hookup site by a guy and his friend staying at a nearby hotel. They wanted some fun, and I was horny so figured why not. I headed over to the hotel to meet them. Both were older gentlemen, mid to late 40s and early 50s. The younger one was mostly tweaked out, tine-dicked and mostly just wanted to watch me and other guy play. The older one wanted to slam first, while I got ready. I didn’t have any supplies myself but they offered some if I wanted to pay for some of their stash. I settle for a little bit, and hit some of my new stuff with the younger guys pipe. I was enjoying the rush while watching porn with the younger guy. The older was having a hard time slamming. After about 15-20 minutes, he finally got his hit and came back into the main room from the bathroom. He got on the bed, his dick super hard and leaking. I took my cue and hopped on the bed, ready to suck him off. The older guy handed me some of their poppers. It was in a blue bottle, one I hadn’t seen before. A few hits and man was I flying. I was just in love with his dick, sucking and sucking. I was doing such a good job that he ended up cumming a lot for me. I early drank it. The younger guy had enjoyed the show but couldn’t really do anything. So I ended up not getting fucked, just a nice taste of cum. Because I didn’t feel like heading home, this lead me to my 2nd encounter with Ace that I wrote about before. The Black Daddy After this, I didn’t play with anyone for another month. After a while, it got to me so I went cruising online. I found a guy on the other side of town that wanted to hookup. A black daddy type with a nice 8-9” thick cock. We agreed to meet at his house. As I drove, he called me and we started to talk. He asked what all I was into, which I replied anything but scat, blood, and intense pain. He asked if I was into bondage and BDSM stuff. I said sure, it was cool. As long as he understood that I had to be home at a certain time and have to be able to end things if I didn’t feel right. I arrived at his house and he let me in. He told me right away that he wanted to order me around and that I have to be willing to listen and obey. I told him ‘yes sir, anything you want sir.’ He smiled at that. He told me to get undressed, to fold my clothes up, and to leave them on his couch. He then ordered me to go and clean out. I did the best I could. When I finished up, he handed me a towel and very small pair on undies. I honestly don’t know what to call them other than they barely contained me and was like a thong in the back. He told me to put them on and then come in the room. He went in before me as I finished drying off. I put on the undies and headed in. He was sitting on a bench at the end of his king-sized bed. He already had his bong and torch out. He told me to walk in front of him, twirl around, show him my ass, then had me lean against the wall, ass out. He nodded with approval, then ordered me to kneel infront of him. I did as I was told. He told me that if I did well I would get the hits I wanted. He started to ask me questions: ‘Will you do as I order you to? Say yes sir.’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘Do you like to get fucked?’ ‘Yes sir.’ ‘Do you like black cocks?’ ‘Yes sir, very much sir.’ ‘Do you want to get fucked my big black cock, slave?’ ‘Yes sir’ (I trembled at this point, I was so turned on) ‘Good. You may have a hit, after I hit it.’ So he takes a big hit, blows it right at me. He tells me to inhale it as he blows smoke at me. I breathe in what I could. He smiles. ‘Good slave. Now I’m gonna light this, and when I say hit, I want you to exhale, put your mouth on the end, and inhale nice and slow until you can’t inhale anymore.’ He places his bong infront of me and starts to heat it up. It starts to smoke, and then he tells me ‘Hit.’ I exhale, then start inhaling slowly. I have really good lungs, so I take a huge hit. He’s impressed. ‘That was good. You deserve another one. While you are hitting, I want you to tweak your nipples for me.’ I do as order, he gives me another good hit, and then hits it himself. ‘Take out my big black cock, slave.’ He has pants on, along with boots. I’ve done a few BDSM scenes before, so I know he also wants me to undress him. I pull off his boots, his socks, fold them next to his boots. I then undo his belt, his button, and his zipper. He lifts himself off so I can pull down his pants. He’s commando, so out pops this huge thick cock. Its dripping. I’m mesmerized. He can tell. ‘Suck it.’ I do my best, but FUCK is it hard. He’s not happy with it but says he’ll teach me to suck it better. He tells me to get on the bed, laying on my back, head over the side. He has me put my hands under my ass, and to just relax. He slaps my face a couple of times, letting me lick at it. I’m so horny and high at this point. ‘Yeah, you’ll do. I have to teach you, but you’ll do.’ He fiddles with a drawer next to the bed, pulling out a can of Max Impact, along with some poppers and a rag. He asks if I have ever done Max, and I tell him not really, but heard about it. He says it helps numb, kinda takes you to a special void. He sprays the rag and tells me to try it. I do a quick hit, and I see what he’s talking about. I basically just feel numb, ragdoll even. I tell him I’m good with this. He tells me to lean my head back over the bed, he puts his cock right on my forehead. ‘This will help you learn to suck my cock, slave.’ He then tells me he’s gonna stick the rag in my mouth, that I’m to breathe in deep, just like my hits on the bong. Then he’s gonna stick his cock in my mouth and to just relax. So I open my mouth, he presses the rag to it, and I take a deep hit. He tells me one more, and repeats. I’m numb at this point, my mind just dead. My mouth is still open, and he slides in his cock. Its thick and I try opening wider, but I really can’t. He tries a couple more times before sliding out. I apologize and tell him let me try one more time. He smiles, sprays the rag a bit more. This time I do 3 hits. I lay there, and finally I take his cock in all the way. He’s enjoying it. I’m trying my best to just be his fuck toy. After a few minutes, the numbness is gone and I nearly choke. He pulls out, a bit disappointed. ‘I will train you, but not tonight. Tonight, I want that ass.’ He orders me to get naked for him. He starts messing around with his monitor he has setup, pulling up some bareback porn. He pulls out some restraints. He’s explaining that the videos we’re watching are his, of his friends he’s fucked, people he’s met and trained and fucked. He says if I’m good enough, he’ll tape me. He says he likes to train guys, get them used to getting fucked by big black cocks. Get them dependent on him, as a master, especially white guys like me. He wants to get me fucked up, take me down to sex club or even the train station, let guys just fuck me while he gets paid. Part of me is turned on by this, the other part scared. He orders restrains me, both my feet and hands. He then tells me that we’re gonna hit the bong again, he wants me rolling. He has me kneeling on the bed, my hands behind my back. He sits down against the head of bed, his big cock just glistening. He takes a hit, blows smokes, watches me inhale it. “Good, you remembered to do that. If I smoke, you inhale.’ He then orders me to suck on his nipples, while he switches up videos. He then orders me to lick his cock then his balls. He’s talking dirty and nasty to me. Lots of words I won’t repeat, but very hot. He wants to sell me, be his little slut bitchy white boy for black cock. I moan a bit for that. He’s lighting his bong, orders me to take a hit. Then another one. Then another one. He takes a bit hit himself, blowing smoke at me, which I breathe. ‘Now you’re ready for this black cock, slave.’ He gets up from his position, removes the restraints, and then has me lay on my back. He orders me told hold my legs up, as he positions me on the edge of the bed. He ties the leg and hand restraints together, so that I’m not totally holding them myself. He lubes me up, finger me a bit. I’m very eager to get fucked at this point. He lubes up his cock, teasing me with it. He takes the popper bottle, has me lean up, and he closes a nostril as I inhale, not even needing to tell me what to do. He pushes his head in a bit. Another hit of the bottle. He slides in more, my head reeling from the poppers. He slides back and forth a bit, then makes me hit longer, ordering me. He does it a couple more times, as he slides all the way in. ‘You now have your master’s big <thrusts in> black <a bit harder> cock <more thrusting> in <a very deep thrust> you!’ He starts to fuck me, his hands on my hips, as he just starts to pound me. God is it feeling great. I’m just rolling in my drugged-haze. Harder and harder he pounds me. I’m watching a clock. This goes on for like 10 minutes, nearly non-stop. I’m a horny bitch for this guy. I ask him meekly if I can moan and praise him. He tells me that’s fine. So I start just telling him how much of a god he is, how much I love my master’s cock in me, fuck me harder, breed me, use me, I’m yours. He’s loving it. He pulls out, smiling. He undoes the restraints, letting me rest, though tells me to tweet my nipples. He starts talking trash about my tiny tina-cock. He says that all white dudes get like that when they get fucked up on tina and get fucked by a real man, a black man. Emphasis on the black. He orders me to get on my hands and knees, ass up, face down. He retrains my hands and hands me the poppers. He gets on the bed behind me, restrains my legs. He tells me ‘that once he’s done training me, I’m gonna be begging to be fucked by black guys. He’ll find the biggest dicks he can find, ruin me.’ He slaps my ass, as he pushes my legs together. He pushes my head down, as he puts his cock head at my entrance. ‘Hit those hard.’ He orders. I take a huge hit, and he pushes in me deep. He starts just pounding away, hitting my spot, and I’m moaning. Every so often I take more hits, and god does his fucking feel good. He’s talking more trash to me, how he could easily get a couple of guys tonight to come fuck me, fuck me real good, breed me with their seeds (though another word was used). I moan at his words. He fucks me for a good 10-15 more minutes, just slapping my ass, thrust deep in me. I’m trying to keep myself on the bed, but his trusts are just so strong. We have to stop as I nearly fall off. He pulls out, helps me up, and cleans me and himself off. He tells me to lay down, on my side, as he gets back to sitting at the head of the bed. His cock is still cock hard. He orders me to lick and clean him up. I eagerly do. He tells me yeah he’ll train me to be a fine black cock sucker. He pushes the MI rag into my face, orders me to breathe it in, then forces me down on his cock. I relax and let it happen, getting about halfway down. He fucks my face for a bit, then pulls me off. He says I’m still a bit teethy, which I apologize for. I ask what time it is, as I did have to get back home around a certain time. I couldn’t see the clock from where he had me, so he tells me. Its getting close. I tell him that I had agreed to let him order me around, as long as I could say stop when I needed to. This was the time. He smiles, then tells me that yes, we could stop. He doesn’t want to scare me off nor get me in trouble if I don’t make it home. But he’ll still be my master no matter what I say. So he undoes the restraints. He tells me that I can use the shower to clean off. But he wants me to wear his undies home and that the next time I come over to bring them. I take my shower, clean up. My high is starting to come down a bit, though I’m still wide awake. I come back, wearing the undies he wanted me to wear. He’s gotten his clothes back on and is cleaning up his room. We chat a bit, mostly trying to setup another encounter. We also talk about his friends he’s taped, things he’s done, things I’ve done. He’s surprised that I just started pnping. He just warns me that not everyone I meet in this scene is nice like him. Some may come across like it, but once they get high, get me high, there’s risk. And that he was serious about things he said to me. I nod and agree, telling him that it’s a fantasy of mine, just not sure how I can make it work in my life. Playing for me is every so often, just so I don’t get addicted and so that my friends don’t have to worry about me. After an hour of this, with me drinking water and eating some fruit, he bids me farewell. I make it back to my house, my ass sore but fulfilled. The next day I wake up and realize that some of my time is missing, especially after he started to fuck me from behind. I also vaguely remember some of the conversations after it, laying there feeling numb and barely able to do anything aside from half-assed following of orders. I posted in a thread on here about it, and it was a bit worrisome. I kept him in mind though. I never forget black cock. Not like his. Wow.

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

2nd Encounter My second encounter with pnping was not all that great. Hooked up with a guy on a cruising site who lived in a well-to-do area of Atlanta. He offered me pot and tina, and we played around a lot. He was a thin athletic type with a nice thick 7” cock. The pot and tina were excellent together, making me very horny and slutty. After sucking his cock for a while, he wanted to mount me. He turned me on my stomach, spread my legs, and ate me out for a few minutes. Then he offered me some poppers while he lubed me up. His were a bit strong, but that could also have been with the combined effect of pot and tina. He kissed my spine, as he put his thick head to my rosebud. He slowly pushed the head in, urging me to take another hit or two. I feel his cock slide in me and I moan out, a little bit of pain. He eases a bit and slowly thrusts in me as I get used to his thickness. He starts picking up the pace, holding my hips and drawing me towards him, that thick cock hitting all the right spots. He keeps this up for a good 10 or so minutes. He kisses my neck and asks if I’d like to clean him off, as I had previously told him I had never done it but wanted to. So he slips out and lays on the bed, his cock glistening with lube. I hit the poppers and then dive on it. The lube isn’t that bad and tasting myself was interesting. I suck him for a few minutes, then stop as my head is rolling a bit. We stop playing for a bit, as he shows me his closet with leather gear and the like. I can tell he’s pretty tweaked and I’m…I’m a bit off. I think the tina was wearing a bit off, as we didn’t hit a lot. And the pot was good as well. So after a few minutes of trying stuff on and the like, I ask if I can hit some more as I’m still horny and want his cock. He nods, dancing to the music he has playing, all his leather harness and boots, tweaking his nipples and stroking his cock in his closet’s mirror. I go back to the bedroom and find the pot cigs we were using, along with his mini bong for tina. I hit the pot a bit, and then try the tina. As I’m taking in a few puffs, he comes up behind me, pushes me down on the bed, and pushes himself in me. I’m in pain, and instantly shake out of everything. He hears me yelp and pulls out, and sees he’s torn me a bit. He goes to his bathroom and quickly gets some wipes and toilet paper. My ass is on fire, and as I clean, I see bright crimson, which is a close tear. I’m not that happy. So we just wind down. Since I barely got anything off the pot and tina, I take my time to get re-hydrated and the like. I can tell after about 20 minutes he’s ready for me to leave. And so I’m quickly rushed out the door, my ass still hurting. Not a fun evening. 3rd time pnp and 1st Slam So a couple of days after my last disaster, I’m once again looking for more pnp experience. I had at this point looked up various ways to do tina, and Ace instructed me on some of it, so I figured maybe I could find someone to do things with. I had been talking to a long-distance friend of mine who introduced me to breeding.zone as well as a couple of other sites. I made profiles and started to search around. I hit up people I found interesting, big dicks, tops, et all. While cruising on my tried and true hookup site, I found an older white guy who wanted to have a couch-player type roleplaying situation, and didn’t mind me coming over and staying overnight to play. I headed over to his place, along with some poppers and some G Ace had given me. The guy, we will call him ‘Couch’, was a pretty attractive guy in his early 50s, a normal body, decent cock. He found me cute and definitely wanted to get high and enjoy ourselves. He lived with his husband who was out of town for a month. He brought me into his office, put on some bareback porn on his big screen, and pulled out his supplies. He had a bong and let me hit it a few times. There was that nice feeling again. We started to talk and get to know each other. Tina makes me talkative, so I opened up about a lot of stuff. He really liked it, got him all nice and hard. I started to suck his cock while he talked dirty to me, about how me wish I was his son, how he likes young guys to pretend it. We went into some more taboo stuff, and it was kinda hot. So I talked to him about the sites I had been on and he talked about some of his friends/play partners. Through showing him my profiles and the like, we found we had a mutual friend who was a big dicked top. So we talked about asking him over. Couch called him up and found out he was coming over, along with a friend later on. I was all game for it. By this point, between the T and some G I took, I was all horny. I was even more turned on by the thought that this big dicked guy might come fuck me. The Couch asked if I knew about slamming. I told him I knew a little about it, never done, since this was my first week with trying stuff. He said his friend liked to do it and he might be willing to point me. I said I was game for it. While we were talking dirty to each other, I had gotten one of his dildos and was early fucking myself with it, between hits of poppers and watching the porn. His friend showed up, we will call him ‘S’. He was a bit surprised by me, but smiled. He told Couch that he needed to get ready but he liked what he saw with me. I was happy. A bit too happy. I ended up sneaking into his shower to suck his cock cause I was that horny and I think it irritated him a bit, but Couch was able to talk to him about it. So we go back to the office and talk a bit. S’s cock is huge, like 9”+ and THICK. He tells me that he likes fucking bottoms, especially new bottoms for their tightness and he’s a bit rough. I tell him that I want big dicks, I hate small dicks cause I have huge hands, so it just makes sense to play with them. He talks about slamming and goes through all the stuff about it. I tell him that I’m willing to try, but can’t make any promises on my reaction. So he shows me his setup, puts about .2 in it. He gets me prepared, has me sitting down on a chase chair. Puts the band around my arm, finds a good vein, and asks me one more time if I am sure. I tell him that I am, that I want to get fucked by his big cock and that I want to be used and abused. He pushes the needle in my arm, draws a bit to make sure he hit a good vein. As he does this, I grab Couch’s hand and tell him ‘I’m a bit scared Daddy.’ He smiles, as S pushes the tube down. He pulls out, unsnaps the band, and tells me to breathe slowly. I couch, the heat. Oh I will never forget that heat. My heart races, my ears ringing. My world rocks. I’m super horny and fired up. I look at Couch. ‘You didn’t tell me it was gonna be this good.’ I’m hornier than I’ve ever been, almost if not better than rolling. S is smiling, as he does his own point. Couch is smiling and rubbing my back. He looks at me and tells me ‘You’re about to have a good fucking. Now go suck that big cock.’ I kneel down before S. His cock is WAY fucking huge now, hard as steel. He’s finished slamming himself, and is enjoying the rush. I lick and suck the head, slowly taking it in, but man is it huge. I have a hard time doing anything with it and I can tell that S isn’t liking it. He grabs my head and pulls me up. He points to the chase chair and tells me to get on all fours. I eagerly do, grabbing my poppers. My head is just rolling and excited. Couch applies some lube to my ass, fingering me. I’m moaning. He applies some to S’s huge cock, and S lines up. He pushes my shoulders down, pulls my ass up to where he wants me. He tells me to take some heavy hits. I take a huge hit, and he presses his head into my ass. ‘Another.’ I hit it again, slowly but huge. He pushes forward, and I’m moaning. ‘Again!’ He orders, and I comply. I do 2 quick hits and a slow huge one. He pushed in all the way, balls deep. Couch looks at me as says ‘You now have 10” of cock in you. Are you ready to get fucked, whore?” I nodded, as S starts to fuck me. He pounds me, grabbing my hips hard. I’m moaning and oh my god, does it feel good. He fucks me for a good 10-15 minutes, just nearly non-stop. Couch is forcing my mouth on his cock. It’s my wildest dream to be used like this. Oh god does it feel good. S eventually relents, as between our tallness and the chair, he just can’t get a good position going that feels good for him. I also tell Couch that I’m feeling super hot. Like sweating but I’m not. He looks a bit worried but he says it will be okay. He says ‘How about a shower?’ I get up, head spinning. I’m tripping over the place a bit. He hands me some water, tells me to drink. I’m apologizing and he says its okay. Its my first time, it was probably a bit much, but it will be fine. He takes me to the shower and turns it on cold. He says just sit there and let it was over me. He leaves for a bit to check on S. The shower feels good. I don’t know how long I’m in there, my sense of time is way off. I just know all I can do is think about getting fucked, wanting to do this more, and well talking to myself. Couch comes back, says S is okay and that he enjoyed fucking me. Couch found it hot and wants to watch me get fucked by other guys. I’m like that is an awesome idea, we need to do this more often. He laughs. He then asks if I’d like a golden shower cause he’s got to piss. I’ve done them before, they can be fun. So I agree. He gets in the shower, I kneel. He starts to piss in my mouth and I’m like ‘I love this!’ He then asks if he can piss in my ass. ‘SURE!’ So I stand up, bend over with my hands on the wall, and he pushes in, just pissing in me. I’m loving it. He stops after a bit and tells me I’m a good boy and to clean up. I proceed to do that and I’m just so horny at this point. I finish up and head back to the guys. S is just jerking and looking at porn, while Couch is talking with him. Suddenly I start to feel nauseous and I run off to the bathroom. I retch a bit but nothing. Couch checks on me, bringing me water. He keeps me company as I tell him that I feel fine, just nauseous all of a sudden. He says its probably a combo of the slam coming off plus the chem piss. He tells me to just drink the water, and he’ll be back in a bit. I pretty much spend an hour or so in there, just talking to myself, drinking water, holding a cold rag to my head, and trying to throw up, but nothing. S checks in with me, asking what all I had to eat and when, when I took G, and how long had I been partying. I was honest with him about it all. He said that probably I was on an empty stomach or something I ate might be not happy. He also said I probably over lapped G, since I did some before we slammed, and it hadn’t quite run its course from the first bit I took when I got to Couch’s. He also said that I should probably not slam that hard as a newbie and he apologized for it being like that, that I might want a .1 instead. After a while, I feel better and I hang out a bit. They’ve got a guest coming over in a bit, who S might fuck. I can stay and chill, relax. They get me something to eat. The guest comes over and he’s a younger guy. S and him play a bit in a spare bedroom while me and Couch just hang out. Eventually we join them and I play with the guy, mostly just sucking his average 6” cock. S just can’t get the guy to agree to getting fucked, so we all just go back into the office to watch porn and such. This new guy can’t quit talking, and while he’s going on and on about stuff, I’m texting Couch about it. He agrees that this guy needs to go. Eventually he talks the new guy into leaving. S is talking to me about my experiences and warns me that this lifestyle can take its toll. I tell him that I understand, but with all that I had been through in the past year, this is what I want to keep doing with my life. Morning has come and we are all just coming down a bit. S and Couch leave to pickup a friend of theirs that while he hasn’t played with S before, he’s met him, and that he used to housesit for Couch. Couch is fine with leaving me there, since I feel I’m not quite up for leaving yet. He gives me some more food and tells me just hang out. About an hour later, they show back up. The friend is a twink, very cute. We hit it off, since we both smoke cigs. We all head back inside and start hitting the pipe a bit. The twink gets naked with a nice 7” cock. He’s gorgeous and I’m too shy to play with him. S starts to fuck him in all sorts of positions, while Couch finally fucks me. The twink and I exchange looks of pleasure, as we’re getting pounded. This goes on for an hour, with S fucking me a bit more. Unfortunately he made me a bit sore, so we had to stop. And I’m starting to need to wind down and get back to normal. So we eat lunch, talk some more. Me and twink talk a bit, me feeling him in on my limited experiences, him with all he’s done, how he knows Couch and S. All sorts of fun and interesting tales. We never do anything, though I really wanted to. Eventually S and the twink decide to leave, as the twink needs to get across town for work or something. I stay with Couch for another hour, just talking. He seems to like me and enjoy me, was a bit apologetic about me getting sick, but he had a great time. He again warns me about the dangers of partying but says he doesn’t mind partying with me. After that, I head back home. Sore. Tired. But worth it.

Thanks for your remarks and encouragment guys! Chapter 2. During Here I was in a stranger's basement dungeon room, restrained face down with a butt plug up my ass, eagerly awaiting what would come next. Maybe I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I felt his hands on my back, moving from my shoulders down toward my ass. He would give my ass a good firm squeeze or a sharp little swat each time. "You look really good, boy" "Thank you Sir." "You seem very relaxed and comfortable- that's good for now," he said with that sexy chuckle of his. "I need to get comfortable too," he said. His hands left my body, and it sounded like he was taking off his boots and the rest of his clothes. He was now standing right behind me. I felt the heat of his body, and it seemed I could feel his warm, growing cock brush up against my as and the backs of my thighs. Then I felt himwiggle the butt plug a bit. I moaned. He then started tapping on it, which sent wonderful vibrations in my hole and all through my body. I moaned a bit louder. I felt him pull on the plug slightly, then push it back in. He did this a few times. It felt awesome! He went back to the tapping and laughed softly as he saw me shudder in delight. He pressed his body down on my back and I felt his breath on my ear. "Mmmmmm, you're such a good boy," he whispered in my ear. "What shall we do next, I wonder. Oh yeah, I think I know." I could feel his hot hard cock pressing on the crack of my ass. He rubbed it slowly up and down. "I think I know what you want," he whispered. "I think I know exactly what you want. Do you know what you want? What you want deep inside?" My own cock was as hard as it has ever been, and all I could do was moan again. He stood upright, and my body missed the warmth of his. He pulled at the plug again, but this time he kept pulling and it slowly came out of my hole. I thought he started to push it back in, but it felt different. Then I knew he had replaced it with his cock. "I think this is what you want, boy. But that really doesn't matter, does it?" Just the head of his cock was in. "What really matters is what I want, right boy?" My hole was craving to be filled by his dick, and I tried to push back against him to get more in. But he just held it there. "You want this, boy? You want my cock?" I moaned. "You want my cock, boy? Do you? Tell me you want it." I mumbled a feeble yes in reply. "I couldn't hear you," he said a bit louder and more insistently. "Yes Sir. I want your cock," I said. "Good boy." he pressed his cock just a bit further in. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt wonderful. "A good boy gets the reward he really wants," he said as he pressed even more into my hole. "What a sweet, tight boy-hole," he sighed, as he pressed in all the way. At least it felt like all the way. He kept it there, and leaned down onto my back again. "Open up, let daddy in all the way," he whispered in my ear again. I pushed back against him and opened up my hole as much as I could. I felt him pushing in even more and felt his pubes against my hole and his balls against mine. "That's the way. Good boy," he hissed in my ear. His body against my back, his breath and lips on my ear, his thick cock filling me, it was all making my head spin. He remained pressed against me like that, and started to slowly pull his cock back, and just as slowly push back into me. He pulled back almost all the way out, then back in. His cock must have been eight inches long. He kept up these long slow strokes. This was the most satisfying fucking I had ever received, I felt his hand close to my face. "Here, boy- inhale." I smelled the familiar scent of poppers and took a deep whiff. He held them up to my other nostril and I inhaled again. I felt my hole open ever wider. "That's it, boy. You really do want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir!" I immediately responded. Again he chuckled. He stood upright and started to fuck me harder and faster. I was pushing back against each thrust. My whole world at that moment revolved around his big hard cock reaming out my hole. I could hear his breathing getting harder as he fucked harder with each thrust. He finally yelled out "Oh fuuuck!" and pushed all the way in and stayed there. "Oh fuck boy! Take it boy!" He yelled. He pulled back halfway and jabbed back in a couple of times. The he pulled out. His breathing was still heavy, but he seemed to recover. I know I was smiling. There was a sudden but soft rap on the door. I was pointed away from it and couldn't see anything. I heard Sir say "I think someone heard us," and he chuckled again as I heard him walk over and open the door. "Good timing guys, I just had my turn," he said to someone I couldn't see. I heard other voices saying "Nice" "Sweet ass" "Awesome" "Who's next?" I couldn't tell how many voices. "What's going on?" I asked. I heard Sir's voice as he came closer to me. "Relax, boy. These are just good friends of mine who came for a little fun. I'll see they treat you right. You won't get anything you don't want." By the time he finished he was in front of me. I could see his chest dripping with sweat and his still mostly hard cock. It was just as big as it had felt in my ass. He crouched down in front of me, his hands on my shoulders. He was looking me in the eyes, still wearing those sunglasses, and smiling reassuringly. He leaned in and kissed me and said to me, "Relax, sweet boy. Just think of this as fulfilling a fantasy you may not have admitted to yourself that you have had for a while." He leaned in very close to my ear and whispered, "I won't let them do anything you don't want. I won't let them hurt you. Well, not any more than I already hurt you, my sweet boy." His words relaxed me again, and I managed to say "OK, I trust you, Sir." "Good boy," he said, and kissed me again. He stood up and went over to his friends. "This is the first one to show I went first." I smelled a sharp odor, a familiar odor, but it wasn't the poppers from before. I then felt something press against my left ass cheek and move down a couple of inches. The I heard a quiet snap and realized he had just made a mark on my ass with a marker. "Each guy leaves a mark when you finish. Make sure you finish." Another voice said, "I'll go next." I felt a pair of hands on my ass as a cock pushed in. Sir had fucked me so well and so deeply that there was no resistance at all. He came and crouched down in front of me again, kissing my lips and ears and neck and stroking my arms and shoulders. He kept this up as the new guy fucked me. After he finished fucking me, he left a mark beside the first one. The it was someone else's turn. I was so blissed out and loving the attention from my Sir that I lost count of how many cocks were inside me, one after the other. It was all a blur then, but later I remember things I had heard them saying: "What a sweet ass this little piggy has!" "Fuck he still feels tight!" "He's the best one yet!" And after the fourth of fifth one was done and he was making his mark, one of them said, "This is permanent, right?" There was laughter. "Fucking right it's permanent," someone else said. My Sir whispered into my ear so only I could hear, "Yes, it's permanent. So you will never forget." And he kissed me long and deep. He didn't untie me from the bench until they had all thanked him and left. I never saw a single one of them. He helped me stand up and held me tight. "You OK?" he asked. I didn't answer. He started rubbing my arms and legs. He put his arm around my shoulder. We found my clothes, and he led me upstairs. " think you need a good hot shower," and he showed me the bathroom. He started the water for me and found me a towel. After I got out, he asked me if I was OK to drive home or if I needed to crash. I said I wanted to drive home. I knew my family would expect to see me in the morning. It was almost the end of my visit with them. He told me the few turns to make to get back to the main drag. I found my way home and crashed and slept like a log. I woke up with a slightly sore ass, but sore in a really good way. I couldn't believe what had happened the night before- a hot dungeon session followed by a hot gang bang. It was something right out of porn! Chapter 3 coming soon...

Part 4 I don't know how long I was in that position, with the fist toy on the machine punch fucking my hole...I just realised I was coming down a little as I was now beginning to sense my surroundings again. I saw the 2 guys and Master having drinks, and moaned as my hole took the fist. They looked over at me and Master said it looks like pig is needing a top up, but first he can have a little break. Master came over and stopped the machine, and assisted me to my feet and told me to go and have another shower and a washout, and take my time. Of course time meant nothing, but I did know we had been going for quite a few hours...who cares? I loved the shower, and washed out several more times... enjoying the feeling of the water swelling my hole up then squirting out. Once again I was squeaky clean, and ready for action. I went back in the room and Master told me to sit in an armchair and handed me a Gatorade. He told me to drink up and that there was a nice hit of G in there for me. After about 5 minutes I began to feel the G kicking in, and a couple of low moans alerted Master. He sprung into action and told me to get down on all fours on the fuck bench. Quickly my wrists and ankles were tied, and I was given another slam. This was a .3, which on top of the G and previous slams turned me into a mumbling slut wanting to be used more. The two guys and Master were behind me, and in my rush I felt a fist entering me, slow but steady. It pulled out a little, and a second fist slowly joined it. Master came in front of me and fixed a gas mask to my face with poppers in it. He said right pig, shallow breathing and you don't get any. When you breathe deep and hard it will open the valve and you will get a big hit... I couldnt really focus on what he said, but my subconscious took it in. The two fists were working my hole and I was moaning and the guys were encouraging me saying wow what a good pig, fuck yeah look at that cunthole open! Yeah, fuck! Master was now back behind me and he said firmly right pig take a good deep hard hit of the poppers...I grunted and breathed in deep and hard, the all too familiar scent filling my nostrils and my lungs, and out it went and Master said take 3 more pig. I happily complied, even though my head was now totally spun. As the rush from the second snort hit, I felt more pressure against my hole and I hurriedly took the 3rd and subsequent hits deep and fast...I was now completely flying and was aware of intense unparalleled pleasure from deep within my guts and heard voices, and couldn't really make out what they were saying. I caught a few words, like FUCK PIG, 3 FISTS! and LOOK, HOLY FUCK look at that fucking beautiful hole! .....I blissed out, falling in and out of being there, aware at times my hole was getting the biggest workout it had ever had....I had actually reached that point with the two fists earlier, but the punch fisting toy and the extra drugs took over. I don't remember it finishing, but woke sometime later and was lying on a bed, all clean with a blanket on me. I had been awoken by a noise and it was my Master. It was daylight and he had a hot sweet coffee for me and some yogurt....great for the digestive system after the party. He told me I had slept for 2 days, and the partying and flight from Australia had caught up with me. He grinned and said he got it all on video and he had already made thousands out of it. He said I don't need to ask if you enjoyed yourself, that was more than evident. Welcome to your new home. As you will be starting to feel pretty low, there are some more favours for you once you've had a feed and your coffee. By the way, have you ever been tag team gangbanged? The end

It's been more than a year now and I've been experimenting with bareback sex. I consider myself versatile. I love skin on skin and nothing in between. Guys seem to accept that no one uses condoms anymore. I have eliminated it totally within the course of the year and rightly so. Besides, that hype about HIV or Std. doesn't apply to me. Especially in my rural location. Though it's hard to hook up with guys willing to bareback. It was time to expand my territory. I ended up having to travel a good hour to the big city. I found a couple bars or a bath house to try to make hook ups. I even get on the Internet and check things out. Though my profile specifically says I only play safe, I always manage to chat with guys in the conversion scene. It was always intriguing to me that someone would be willing to accept a poz converting. I was just naturally curious and faked my way into the discussion, suggesting I was a a individual. On this particular evening, I chatted with a guy that gave me directions to an address. I pulled up to a warehouse. Did I have the wrong directions? Well, I came all this way and I was going to find out. Perhaps someone converted the warehouse to a cool house. I ventured to the door and peered inside. There were lights on inside. "Hello! Anyone here!" No answer. I sheepishly ventured forward into a grand lobby. Admiring the unique architecture, I looked around, and kept following the path of lights to the stairwell. The upper floor had wood planks on the walls, floors and ceilings - there were no lights whatsoever in the rooms, just from what was coming through the windows from the street lights outside. Then I heard a door slide and latch shut. "Hello! Who's there?" Nothing but silence. Then I heard shuffle sounds coming closer to me. I had my hands in my pocket and grabbed for the only thing...my keys. I was ready to do some serious damage if I needed to. Man, my heart was beating. The adrenaline was really flowing. The noise came closer and I could barely make out dark figures sanding at a distance around me. They were shadows that sucked the surrounding light into their bodies. Still, there was silence. I was distracted to one area of more figures heading toward me. I could make out any details. I froze not knowing what to do. My thoughts of running and breaking the line. I also had the thought that I was a goner and going to end up in the nearby river. One dark figure game forward. He was wearing a dark outfit. His face was covered except for his eyes. It was creepy! "Welcome! Glad you could make it!" And at that point two of the dark figures grabbed me from behind and held me in place. I wasn't going anywhere. They were quick to bind my hands and a blind fold cover placed around my eyes. I still could see through some it as I was escorted to the dimly dark area of the room. I still was trembling and fearful of my uncertain outcome. "You know why you are here brother! We are to the brotherhood that will convert you. Your presence has affirmed you are willing to accept a poz way of life. "No! All I wanted was to have a three way bareback sex!" There was silence. I felt groping hands brush up against me from all sides. There tweaking my chest nipples and rubbing against my limp cock. I felt hands to the back of my ass. I was trembling and scared. Who was doing this to me and how can I get out of this situation was going through my mind. "Relax! We won't hurt you. But you are here for one reason and that is to convert your ass." At that moment I was moved to a bench. And then I felt my clothes being ripped off with a sharp implement. It was a knife cutting through my good shirt. Hands reached around my waste and was opening my jeans and pulling them down around my ankles. I heard some groaning and felt hand on my body. I was pushed ford to bend on this wood bench. My hands were released and I was able to stretch them and prop myself forward. There was a firm grasp around my neck holding me face down. It was uncomfortable. And then it started to happen. They were spitting on me. In particular, my ass. War spit was running down the crack of my ass and dripping down my legs. My ass cheeks were spread open and one of the dark figures cock was placed against my asshole. I was pleading at this point to please stop. That it was a mistake. And, then I felt it. My unclean ass was violated by a cock that I can only describe as thick and massive. I yelled out in pain. It shoved into my ass with a steady thrust. It stayed in me for about a minute. I was very uncomfortable. "Please, stop!" I was being raped. And then it began to happen. The mammoth cock was sliding in and out of my hole and tearing my insides. Why was it hurting so? I think he had a pierced cock or something that was scraping my insides. At this time, I was getting used to the feel of my abductor's cock inside my ass, so I decided to relax and stop struggling. I pushed my ass out to meet the trust of his forward jabs into my ass. At that moment the one holding me down shoved amy torn shirt under my face while the dark figure fucking me held me down. For every action he thirsted forward; I would was meet by my lifting my ass and pushing back. He pulled out as abruptly as he shoved inside me. I was hoping it was over with. Then I felt a cock head rub against my ass hole. I heard more spitting and I felt the shaft of a cock pushing into my ass hole. I enveloped his raw cock with my ass as he pushed into my inner gut. This was definitely someone different fucking my ass. He was relentless and kept a steady pace at jabbing his cock into me. And then I felt something. It was warm and wet. I think he just came inside my ass. It was tainted cum pumped into my ass! He pulled out and another cock replaced his position as quickly as he pulled out. I was definitely being rapped. I started to feel comfortable at this point and I let out a verbal "yeah, fuck my ass." He quickly was sliding in and out of my hole with vigor. The tempo was replaced by one hard push into my ass and a moaning sound. He was dumping his load into my ass. When he pulled out he pulled out some cum that was dripping to my lower crack and balls. The next guy scooped it with his fingers and lubed his cock up. He quickly shoved his cock into my sloppy hole and like the guy before him, let out a delightful moan. He was different in tempo and size. I was now very comfortable getting fucked and verbalized it loudly. The group continued to fuck and deposit their loads into my ass. I must admit. it felt great and I was eager to take each and every one of them. The dozen or so dark figures left my ass pumped full of creamy thick cum. A voice was whispered into my ear and welcoming me to the brotherhood. I was left there groping to find my clothing. I put on my pants and grabbed what I assumed to be my torn shirt, stumbling out to my car. When I got into the relatively bright street lights, I realized the clothing I was wearing was not that I had worn when I entered the warehouse - I was wearing black trousers, and the shirt in my hands was also black. The uniform of the brotherhood. Further contact with the brotherhood has led me down the path to becoming one of the donors when a ritual conversion is to be undertaken. I am honored to be on call and help make a difference. I am a brother among the two dozen guys or so who meet for special poz gifting deserving individuals. The camaraderies is special, and continues to grow. Perhaps we will see you in the ranks!

Firstly let me give my opinion on this too, I totally love being POZ, when the doctor told me a while back i was sitting in the chair just happy i think i even started to blush, The doctor was like this will change your life bla bla bla & i was just in total bliss thinking to myself no more nasty condoms going in my ass & as much sex as i want whenever i want ( what's not to like about this ) so here i am now a bit further i agree i am also the don't ask don't tell type too, the only time i make an exception to this rule is when i'm meeting up with other breeders like me that love swapping strains & there sole purpose in life is to breed neg ass, that is the only time i will confirm my viral load count which is pretty hight at the moment, i know i'm very toxic at 850.000 but i never refuse a recharge.So to the original question how is it to be POZ = It's bloody great i would not change a thing.

Again not mine I just altered it to fit breeding zones rules THE BUILDER - by pedro976 - This story is a work of fiction. If you are under 18 or material of this nature is illegal in your present area. By continuing, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. - - - - 1 - - - - Krzysztof's spunk splashed across Tom's open mouth, coating his lips and tongue in thick creamy cum. "FUCK YEAH" grunted the massive muscle hunk as he stroked out the last few drops into his little boy's mouth. Tom was lying on his bed staring up wide eyed at the builder who was straddling him, his massive legs were either side of the eighteen year olds head. Moments before the thick meaty thighs now framing his face had been pounding Tom for the second time that night. His arse was still raw and open from the merciless fucking. Once the effect of the cocaine wore away Tom was pretty sure he was going to be barely able to walk. At that moment though he didn't care. He was still experiencing the effects of the drugs and he was completely in awe of the man God who had opened up a whole new world of pleasure to him. Krzysztof looked down at him and smiled. "Good little baby?" he asked, wiping his slippery cum covered cock against the teenagers plump lips. "God, yeah, it was good" replied Tom breathlessly. Krzysztof raised an eyebrow and Tom realised immediately that he had forgotten to refer to Krzysztof in the way he preferred. "It was good Daddy" he corrected himself. Krzysztof laughed "You learn baby" and then climbing off Tom and standing up he said "I shower" and with that he walked out of the bedroom. Tom watched the massive Eastern European builder's broad muscular back and powerful arse as he left. He breathed a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling. "Wow" he muttered to himself, but what now? He was completely wired on the cocaine and was not tired at all. He heard the sound of the shower from the bathroom. After a short time Krzysztof returned and pulled on his jeans and vest. "Are you going?" asked Tom disappointedly. "Yes" replied Krzysztof and saw the dejected look on Tom's face. "You come" said Krzysztof. "Oh" said Tom, a smile replacing the frown "Where to?" "You see" came the builder's mysterious reply. - - - - 2 - - - - Tom had showered himself then the big man had led him to his van and they had driven away from his house and into town. Tom's enquiries about where they were going were met with silence and so instead the two of them had made small talk about other stuff. The drugs were wearing off a little bit though and Tom began to worry a bit about what he was getting himself into. Soon enough Krzysztof parked the van next to a row of garages and turned off the engine. "We here" he said, picking up his bag and opening the driver's door. Tom got out the passenger side and walked around. They had arrived at a small block of flats. The building was well lit and looked pretty modern. Still, Tom could not help but feel more than a little apprehensive about what he was walking into. Then again it was night time, he was not too sure what part of town they were in and he had no means of getting home. Following Krzysztof who had begun to walk into the building was his only option. The huge man turned around to look at him as he caught up and must have noted the apprehension on his face. "Don't worry little baby" he said "I sort you out in flat, make feel happy again" and he gave Tom a reassuring smile. Tom assumed he meant more cocaine. It is ok he told himself. He had only sniffed a small amount. The tiny line in the bathroom and the two lines in the bedroom. That was not so much he reasoned. Even if he did a little bit more he would be back home tomorrow and there was plenty of recovery time before his mother returned from her business trip. Krzysztof rung a flat number and the security door buzzed open. The two of them went in and took the lift. "My friend, he has, what do you call it, top floor flat" Krzysztof tried to explain. "Oh" Tom realised what he was saying "You mean the penthouse flat?" "Yeah" smiled Krzysztof "The penthouse" and the way he pronounced the word made Tom laugh. "Hey, no laugh at accent" Krzysztof complained and he took Tom's head in the iron grip of his massive hands, leant down and kissed the teenager forcefully. Tom responded in kind and felt himself getting instantly aroused. Before he could do anything else the lift pinged and the doors opened. Krzysztof pulled away "Come" he beckoned and the two of them left the lift and walked into the corridor. It was obvious to Tom from the single door that the flat they were going to was the only one on this floor. Krzysztof didn't knock the door because it had already been unlocked. Tom could hear that dance music was playing inside. Pushing the door open the two of them walked into the flat. Tom had to admire his surroundings. The entrance led straight into the main living area which was modernly furnished to a high finish. There were two large leather sofas either side of the room. In the middle was a huge matching leather table that was the size of a double bed and Tom assumed could be used to sit on as well as keep magazines and stuff. Double doors led out onto a wooden decked balcony that looked out over town. It was lit up with night lights and the doors were slightly open to allow the breeze in. It was a bit much to take in, especially the massive flat screen television on the wall which was playing a porn movie involving a huge gay orgy. "Hey Krzysztof" shouted a voice and a guy walked in from a room that Tom assumed was the bedroom. He was a little shorter than Krzysztof but was still over six feet. It was what he was wearing that caught Tom's attention first. He had a leather cross belt strapped tight across his defined hairy pecs. On his wrist he wore a leather gauntlet and then a pair of tight leather trousers. That was it. Tom raised his eyebrows. He had seen guys wearing leather on the various porn sites he visited but he had never really thought it was something that would turn him on. It did now though, his cock stiffened a little at the site in front of him. Tom took in the rest of the guy. He had short close cropped dark brown hair, designer stubble and was around forty years old. He was muscled but nowhere near as large as Krzysztof. His face was angular and he had sharp eyes. He was very sexy. "Mateusz" greeted Krzysztof and the two men hugged. They spoke in Polish for a short while making Tom feel a little uncomfortable before Krzysztof turned and introduced him. "Mateusz, this Tom. It his first time" explained Krzysztof. "Hello Tom" greeted Mateusz and before Tom could say hi in return the man grabbed him by the waist band and pulled him against him. "Mmmm" he growled leaning down so his face was against Tom's. He stretched out his tongue and licked up from Tom's chin across his mouth and to his nose in one motion. Much like a lion may lick the face of its mate thought Tom. "We will make your first time a good one" he promised Tom and laughed. Tom was not quite sure what to do so he smiled nervously. Mateusz let him go. "Rack up some stuff Krzysztof" he ordered "then you can get Tom changed and we can have some fun" Krzysztof used a little mirror that was sat on the large sofa table and laid out six lines of cocaine. "Guests first" offered Mateusz and Tom took the rolled up note he was offered. He hesitated slightly. Should he do more drugs? He accepted that he didn't really have much choice given his situation. Fuck it, he thought. He would just do this little bit more, the first lines he had done back at home had made him feel amazing and if he was going to stay with these two guys then he guessed he was going to need that feeling again. He snorted both the lines and allowed the wave of euphoria to begin to take effect as he watched Krzysztof then Mateusz snort up the remainder of the cocaine. "Right" said Krzysztof taking Tom's hand "You change" He led his boy into the bedroom from where Mateusz had emerged. Tom followed not quite sure what was expected of him. The cocaine had made him not particularly bothered. He laughed when he saw the collection of leather gear on the bed. "I never thought I would ever do anything like this" he said picking up some of the kit. "You put these on" said Krzysztof holding up a pair of leather wrist gauntlets. Tom slipped them on and did them up. He noticed that each gauntlet had two clasps and he realised that they could be locked together like handcuffs. Krzysztof held out a leather jock strap. It was studded and the way it was designed meant that Tom's arse would be totally exposed and only his cock would be covered. He realised he was going to get fucked again. His cock twitched at the thought. He quickly got undressed as he chatted and laughed with Krzysztof at what leather kit to wear. The cocaine had done its work again and Tom totally relaxed. He slid into the studded leather jock as Krzysztof reached out and put a studded metal dog collar around his neck. There was a full length mirror standing in the corner of the room and Tom stood and admired himself. He looked hot. Krzysztof pulled off his own clothes and stood completely naked watching him. His cock was fully erect and throbbing. Tom saw him in the reflection of the mirror and turned to look. "Wow" he said admiring the man's muscular body once more. "Just... Wow" Krzysztof laughed and flexed his massive body. "Are you wearing anything?" Tom asked Krzysztof. "I too big" replied the giant and to illustrate his point he held up a leather strap that Tom assumed was meant to go around a bicep. Krzysztof flexed showing of his muscles and Tom realised the strap would not even fit around one half of the hunk's huge arms. "Come on you two" shouted Mateusz from the other room. "We need this" said Krzysztof and he picked up the full length mirror and carried it from the bedroom and into the living room. Tom took a deep breath and then followed. - - - - 3 - - - - He walked in to see Krzysztof positioning the mirror in front of the sofa table that dominated the centre of the room between the two large sofas. "Here's our boy" said Mateusz "Looking good you little leather bitch" he laughed. Tom laughed with him and his cock twitched in the jock. "Looks like your horny" said Mateusz and he came and stood right next to Tom looking down at him. He took Tom's face in one hand. "Are you horny for me baby?" he whispered to him. Tom's cock was rock hard now. "Yeah" he whispered back. Mateusz snogged him deeply. His tongue slid into Tom's mouth. Tom tried to respond but Mateusz's tongue dominated his own and pressed deep into his throat. "Mmmm" growled Mateusz pulling away. "Do you want to feel great Tom" he whispered to him. Krzysztof was stood watching them slowly wanking his massive tool. Tom, at that moment, only had eyes for Mateusz who held his head tight, gazed deeply into his eyes and fixed him with a smouldering stare. "Do you?" he asked again. "Yeah" Tom replied. Transfixed by the gorgeous eyes staring into him. Mateusz reached to a small table on the side and picked up a small clear glass tube that ended in a little ball. It was had trails of smoke coming from a small hole at the end and Tom realised it was a pipe of some sort. "Smoke it baby" ordered Mateusz. "Is it cannabis?" asked Tom. "Not quite, its meth" came the reply. Tom had no idea what that was. He guessed it was some sort of cannabis and because it was only smoking he thought it can't be that bad a thing to do. Mateusz held the pipe to Tom's lips and Tom inhaled. Smoke billowed out his mouth at first and Mateusz told him to breathe deeply and hold the smoke in. Tom tried again and this time he succeeded in smoking it properly. He exhaled and then had another go. "That's enough for the minute mate" said Mateusz and he handed the pipe to Krzysztof who held it to his own lips. Tom was about to ask what he could expect to happen but he didn't need to for just at that minute it hit him. The cocaine was one thing but this was something else entirely. The high was so intense. His eyes rolled back into his head. "Woh" he said. "Good isn't it" laughed Mateusz who had been smoking the meth before Tom and Krzysztof came in from the bedroom. Krzysztof came up behind Tom. He handed the pipe to Mateusz who took a huge drag and held the smoke in his mouth before bending down and snogging Tom. Along with Mateusz's tongue, Tom's mouth was filled with the meth vapours. His cock was raging hard and he opened his lips and let Mateusz dominate his mouth once more. He felt Krzysztof take his hands and pull them behind his back. He heard the clasps of the wrist cuffs lock. His arms were now secure behind his back but he didn't care as he took all of Mateusz's big tongue into his mouth. He moaned and Mateusz pushed harder against him, gripping the back of his head and snogging him hard. Tom flinched slightly as he felt Krzysztof slide a finger into his tight hole. "You so tight baby" growled Krzysztof as he pushed in a second digit and began to finger fuck his little boy's hole. Tom couldn't reply as Mateusz's tongue pushed his own down and pushed deep into the back of his throat. He could only moan with the pleasure flowing over him. Mateusz released him and Krzysztof took his fingers from Tom's tight pussy and put his massive arms around him from behind and held him tight. Mateusz stepped back and took a final drag on the meth pipe. He put it down and then slowly and deliberately undid the zip on his leather trousers. Tom's eyes widened. Mateusz took out in his hand a massive cock. It was well over twelve inches thought Tom. Longer and thicker Krzysztof's and that was the biggest tool Tom had ever seen until now. "Hold him" Mateusz said to Krzysztof and Krzysztof spun Tom around so he was facing him. He gripped the trussed up lad tight in a muscular embrace. Tom's head rested against his powerful pecs. Tom felt that Mateusz had come up behind him and then he felt the huge cock at the entrance to his hole. He squeezed his eyes tight shut. Mateusz took hold of his hips and Tom felt his sphincter begin to rip open as the massive cock head pushed hard into him. His arse muscles gave way under the onslaught and Tom felt the huge shaft follow. It never ended and Tom felt light headed and dizzy as Mateusz grunted and pushed into him further. Krzysztof tightened his hug and held the boy still. "FUCK BITCH" grunted Mateusz "TAKE IT ALL" and he pushed the last few inches into the teenager. Tom cried out and Krzysztof pushed his head against his massive chest muffling the cry. "FUCK YEAAAAAH" laughed Mateusz. "The little bitch has taken it all." He put his mouth next to Tom's ear and whispered "How does it feel to have all my cock in you baby?" Tom let out a muffled cry. "Fuck him" growled Krzysztof and Mateusz took up the idea. He slid the massive shaft out all the way and just as Tom's tight hole began to close he slammed it back into him. Tom's cries were muffled into Krzysztof's huge body. Mateusz began to fuck Tom relentlessly, pounding in and out of him. The meth, mixed with the pleasure and the intense pain caused Tom to black out for a moment. He tried to say something but only animal grunts were coming from his lips. The fucking was intense and Mateusz was moaning loudly as he fed his monster meat into the boy. Tom felt himself blacking out again and the last thing he heard was Mateusz moaning that he was going to breed his hole. - - - - 4 - - - - Tom slowly opened his eyes. He was laying face down on the sofa table in the centre of the room. Jesus, he thought, he must have finally slipped into some drug and sex induced coma. He tried to move his arms but realised that he was still wearing the wrist cuffs and they remained locked behind his back. He was about to get up and ask for someone to take the things of him but before he could do anything his tight boy hole suddenly exploded with pain as it was forced open. "AWWWWWWW FUCK" he cried out as the pain around pleasure rippled out from his sphincter muscle. Tom could not turn to look behind himself but the full length mirror was still positioned in front of where he lay and he looked into it to discover the source of his violation. He expected to see Krzysztof or Mateusz behind him but instead there was an insanely muscular ripped black man stood there, his huge hands clenching Tom's hips tightly. He had obviously just driven what was an enormous thick black cock into Tom's little arse. Tom took in the stranger's appearance. He was very tall and very muscular, every bit the size of Krzysztof. His pec muscles were so ripped they had thick veins appearing at their edges that ran over his shoulders and down his bulging biceps and trunk like arms. His nipples were massive and one of them had a silver metal bar piercing. The defined six pack of his stomach was matched only by his perfect V shaped torso. There was not an ounce of fat on him. Finally Tom was able to look at his face. He had strong afro-Caribbean features, a neatly trimmed goatee beard and from what Tom could see a shaved head. He was wearing a leather police officers cap. Around his arms were tight bicep straps making his muscles bulge even more. He wore a leather harness over his shoulders and chest and leather gauntlets on his wrist. He looked as if he had walked straight out of a fetish porn movie. He must have arrived when Tom was out of it. Tom felt the man's massive shaft push further into him, it kept coming and Tom thought it would never end. "Urrrrrrrrrrrgh" he closed his eyes tight and winced as the cock slid up deep inside him. Just when Tom thought he couldn't take anymore he felt the man's thighs touch his little bubble butt and come to a halt. "I have woken our little slut up" he heard the black man say in a deep voice and there was laughter. Tom lay still with his shut and tried to get used to the monster cock throbbing inside his hole. "Hey Tom, Tom baby, open your eyes" said Mateusz. Tom did as he was told and saw that Mateusz was knelt down next to him. The man cupped Tom's face in his hands. "Ok baby?" he asked "You are going to love Marc fucking you, but you probably need some help" and Tom saw that he had in his hand the little pipe that contained the meth. Mateusz held it to Tom's lips and the boy smoked it. He inhaled deeply. "Hold it in baby" commanded Mateusz and Tom held the smoke at the back of his throat and felt the vapours rushing straight to his brain. He eventually breathed the smoke out. The high came to him almost instantly and it was very strong. Mateusz watched as Tom's pupils dilated and then he gently patted Tom's cheek before standing up. "You're good to go stud" he said to Marc. "Right on" he replied, the sense of anticipation in his voice was clear. Tom breathed deeply as his high swept over his body, loosening his joints and relaxing his inhibitions once more. He looked into the mirror and saw the black hunk keep one hand on his hips and place the other over the wrist cuffs that still bound his hands behind his back. He pulled Tom back towards him so that his cock entered the lad all the way. "Mmmmmm" moaned Tom in pleasure. "We are going to start slow baby boy" promised Marc and Tom felt him begin to withdraw his huge meat. It slid back out of his cunt almost all the way to the huge cock head. Marc let it rest at the entrance to the teenager's hole for the moment before he let his powerful hip muscles move his tool back down inside the boy's cunt. "Yeah baby" he whispered "Nice and slow" "Mmmmm yeah" replied Tom. The gentle sensation of the cock slowly sliding against is prostate and deep into his guts made him shiver with pleasure. "Fuck that's good" he groaned as Marc began a slow but powerful rhythm. Each time making sure he pushed his hard thick cock as far as it would possibly go in, before slowly sliding it back out. Tom laid his head to the side to be more comfortable. He could see that Krzysztof and Mateusz were sat naked on one of the sofas smoking the meth from the pipe. Krzysztof saw him looking and blew him a kiss. "Don't worry, I fuck you more soon" he promised Tom. Marc slowly fucked Tom's hole with powerful muscular strokes. Tom moaned with each long thrust and withdrawal. Marc pulled out of him. "You're going to ride me now baby" he ordered and he undid the clasp to the wrist cuffs and let Tom's hands free. Tom brought his arms round to his front and sat up. He rotated his shoulder and felt the feeling come back into them after having been bound up in one place. "You ok little mate?" asked Mateusz who was still sat on the sofa smoking the meth with Krzysztof and enjoying the show. "Um yeah, I think so" replied Tom but as he tried to get up his legs were weak under him and he stumbled. Krzysztof jumped up from the sofa, the meth pipe still in one hand and caught Tom in the other him before he fell completely. "Easy baby" said the giant man and he cuddled Tom against his strong muscular chest. Tom rested against him, feeling his warmth and also feeling his legs come back to life. Krzysztof had encircled him with his huge arms and he looked down at the boy and Tom looked up. They smiled at each other and Krzysztof put the meth pipe to Tom's lips. The teenager was hooked on the intense high it gave and sucked in a deep lung full. Krzysztof still held the pipe there and so Tom inhaled a few more times whilst clinging to the hunk. Krzysztof passed the pipe back to Mateusz and picked the boy up in his arms. He cuddled him tight. "Now better" he said. Tom looked at him with big eyes. His pupils dilated from the wave of the high now washing over him. They kissed passionately and deeply. After a short time Krzysztof pulled away and moaned deeply. "Baby so horny" he growled then glancing over to the other sofa he smiled and said "Someone wants you" Tom looked over and saw that Marc was sat on the sofa watching them. The huge black man had his legs spread wide. He was still in his full leather gear and he had his massive dick in his hand. He was stroking it slowly. Krzysztof carried Tom over him. "I said you were going to ride me baby" said Marc. Krzysztof lowered the boy down onto the massive black shaft. Tom felt the dick stretch open his sphincter and then slide up inside him. Krzysztof lowered him all the way down so he was sat on Marc's lap facing the dark ripped stud. "That's fucking hot" he heard Mateusz comment and Krzysztof stepped away from the two of them. "Mmmmmm yeah" groaned Marc and he took hold of Tom's hips to make sure every last centimetre of his huge cock was inside the lad. "God that's so deep" moaned Tom, tilting his head back. "Ride it boy" ordered Marc. Tom lifted himself slowly to the top of the black dick and then allowed himself to slide down it to the base. "YEEEEEEAH" growled Marc and as Tom began to repeat the motion Marc thrust his hips upwards causing Tom to moan in pleasure and pain. The meth had hold of the teenager and he placed his hands on Marc's big pecs as he began to bounce harder and faster on the dick. "FUCK BABY" groaned Marc and he gripped Tom's hips tight and pistoned his cock into the boy's tight little cunt. Tom was moaning continually now as the huge shaft tore him into. They were fucking wildly. Tom put his hands around the back of Marc's head and rested his face against his. They looked into each other's eyes. Grunting and moaning, high on the drugs and determined to fuck like animals. "You fucking bitch" whispered Marc into Tom's face as he drove his dick harder and faster into him. He spat into the teenagers mouth. "Fuck me, fuck me hard" begged Tom as he swallowed the spit. Marc began kissing him hard as he gripped his hips tighter and ploughed him. Their tongues frantically exploring the others mouth, their spit mixing together. Marc spat into the boys mouth again and again. Tom loved it and gripped the man's head tighter so that his tongue could be as far into the hunks mouth as it would go. Marc plunged his cock into Tom as hard he could but gripped the boy hard so he stayed impaled on it. Tom leant backwards and moaned loudly. The frantic fucking had suddenly stopped and the contrast of having Marc's huge meat resting all the way inside him sent waves of pleasure from his arse all over his body. He leant back and rested placed his hands on Marc's thick legs to steady himself. "God" he whispered and took deep breaths. Suddenly he felt a pair of hands reach around from behind him and begin to tug his nipples. He moaned and turned his head around. Krzysztof had moved behind him and Tom lent his head back against the man's massive chest and looked up into his face. Krzysztof had seen how much his baby had enjoyed Marc's gob so he spat down into the boy's face. "You like" he said and before getting an answer he bent down and started to snog Tom ferociously. Tom moaned and kissed Krzysztof back, Marc's cock was still throbbing inside his tight hole. Krzysztof pulled away and produced two bottles of poppers. He handed one to Marc who undid the lid and sniffed deeply. "Come here baby" Marc ordered and Tom lent back in towards him. The two of them inhaled the poppers together. Taking long deep sniffs. Tom felt his head get hot and his face flush and let the effects take hold of him. Krzysztof reached around from behind him. Tom had heard him sniffing deeply on the second bottle of poppers but now that bottle was placed under his own nose. Mark held the first bottle up to him allowing Tom to have one bottle under each nostril. The aroma flooded into him and he felt dizzy at the effects. Suddenly next to Marc's huge black dick Tom felt his arse being stretched even more. He realised in a panic that Krzysztof was forcing his own massive dick into the tight boy cunt. Tom went to wriggle away. "Hold him" Krzysztof ordered Marc and with his free hand the black leather hunk gripped Tom around the waist in a vice like hold. "Just breathe deeply" Marc said reassuringly and with the two bottles of poppers under his nose Tom breathed in through his nose then out through his mouth. A continuous circulation of fresh poppers aroma was flooding through him. But even with the help of the poppers relaxing him Tom thought he was going to die. Krzysztof pushed into him slowly. Tom couldn't even cry out. He just squeezed his eyes tight shut and whimpered. All the while the poppers were taking holding of him. The pain was intense but it was mixed with a throbbing pleasurable ache that sent spasms through his arse. Just when he thought he was going to pass out Krzysztof stopped. "I in you now baby" he said. He had pushed his thick cock all the way into the boy and it now rested tight up against Marc's throbbing monster. The two muscle men's meaty spunk filled bollocks rested on each other. Both Marc and Krzysztof took the poppers away. They sniffed them themselves before putting them to one side. "Ready?" asked Krzysztof. Tom had become a bit more accustomed to the two huge cocks inside him. He breathed deeply. The poppers had made him feel like a dirty horny bitch. He wanted this. "Yeah" he said softly. "Tell us baby" said Marc "Tell us how much you want your Daddy's to fuck you yeah?" "I want my Daddy's to fuck me" begged Tom "I want your big Daddy dicks inside me, I want it so much" "Do you want Daddy cum in you?" growled Krzysztof in his ear. "Yeah, I want your cum in me, I want my Daddy's to make me their bitch" "MMMMMmmmm" moaned Krzysztof, turned on by hearing the innocent little boy begging to be treated like a whore. His dick swelled in the lad stretching his hole further still. "You're a lucky boy because you have got three Daddies' here" said Marc and Tom realised that Mateusz had come over to them. He was sniffing from a bottle of poppers and once he had finished he playfully ruffled Tom's hair. "Where do you want your third Daddy to put his dick?" asked Marc. "In my mouth" answered Tom quickly. Marc laughed "What do you say boy? Ask properly?" "Please Daddy" begged Tom "Please feed your big Daddy cock into my mouth" "FUCK" growled Krzysztof "It time for little bitch" and Tom felt him pull his cock out from his hole before smashing it back into him. Tom cried out in pain and Mateusz took the opportunity to stand on the sofa next to where Marc was sitting with the boy on his lap and grab Tom's head in his hands. He shoved his twitching wet cock into the lad's open mouth forcing it right down his throat. "FUCK YEAH" moaned Mateusz and he began to face fuck the little bitch. Tom's own moans and cries were muffled by the massive shaft pistoning in and out of his wet teenage mouth. Krzysztof had his huge hands on Tom's shoulders and was using his might to pull the boy down onto the two huge dicks that were inside him. The muscular builder began to drive upwards into him as hard as he could. Marc held the boy tight against his massive pec muscles. His arms were around the boy's waist and his biceps bulged as he hugged him tight. He began to thrust his hips upwards and he could feel his shaft rubbing against Krzysztof's as they alternatively ploughed in and out of the little cunt's tight pussy hole. "Take those dicks baby" moaned Marc "you take your Daddies big dicks" Krzysztof was wild. He only cared about getting off. The drugs had made it difficult to cum whilst driving him crazy with lust. He rammed his monster meat in and out of the boy as hard as he could. His great thighs smashed mercilessly against the little butt. The rubbing of his dick and smacking of his bollocks against Marc's was loud in the room. The three Daddies' were moaning loudly. Egging each other on as the dicks violated the little teenager. They drove into his arse and his mouth without stopping. Tom was held so firmly he could do nothing except take what his Daddy's were giving to him. The meth and the poppers had driven him crazy with lust and he moaned as the dicks tore into him. He wanted his Daddy's to give it to him so much. "I am going to cum, I am going to cum" cried Mateusz and he pulled his cock from out Tom's throat and began to wank it furiously. He used his other hand to grip the back of Tom's head. Krzysztof and Marc began to pound the boy as hard as they could. Their dicks smashing into him. Tom moaned and cried out his head back and his mouth wide open ready to receive Mateusz spunk. "FUUUUUUUCK" cried Mateusz and his nob head exploded as thick strands of Daddy spunk fired out his slit and coated Tom's mouth. Huge globs of it splashed across the boy's young face and into his hair. "AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH" cried Mateusz as he shoved his cock back into the hot little mouth. He rammed it deep down the boy's throat allowing his spunk to dribble out and into the lad. "GOD" he cried before pulling his dick out and wiping it across Tom's cum coated lips. Krzysztof and Marc were still pounding the tight little pussy with stopping and Tom, the warm cum in his mouth and over his face, moaned loudly. "YEEEEEEES, YEEEEEEES" shouted Marc and Tom felt a great eruption in his guts as Marc drove into him with all his might and unleashed wave after wave of searing hot spunk inside him. "SHIT BITCH" he groaned and spat into Tom's face. His saliva mixed with Mateusz's cum and ran down Tom's chin. Mateusz laughed and Marc moaned in fulfilment. Krzysztof slowly eased off his pounding and Tom felt Marc slide out of him. "Lick his dick" ordered Mateusz as Marc stood up next to him on the sofa leaving Tom on his knees and Krzysztof still behind him with his dick imbedded deep to the hilt. Tom took hold of the huge black rod and put it in his mouth. Mateusz pushed his own dick against Tom's lips and the young lad took hold of it. He cleaned his Daddy's cocks with his tongue making sure to swallow every last drop of their cum. Krzysztof watched from behind him and when he saw that Tom had licked up all the creamy mess he picked up Tom by the hips and stood up being careful to keep his dick firmly plugged in the boy's arse. He carried him over to the sofa table and put him down on it so he was facing the mirror. Tom, on all fours, looked at his own reflection and the sight of the huge muscle stud behind him his giant hands clamped firmly on Tom's hips. "I going to fuck you now" promised Krzysztof and he began to plunge his dick in and out of the tight hole. All the time he fixed his gaze on Tom's in the reflection of the mirror and watched his taut hugely muscular body tense and flex as he pounded the teenager's cunt. Marc and Mateusz came and stood either side of the massive Eastern European builder and ran their hands over his chest and shoulders. Tom took the pounding, moaning and whimpering. He saw that Marc was pulling Krzysztof's nipples driving the huge man on even more. Mateusz had picked up one of the bottles of poppers and undoing the lid he held it under Krzysztof's nose. The hunk sniffed deeply and the poppers drove him wild again. He was a fuck machine. He pounded Tom's hole without any let up. The giant dick smacked into the cunt again and again. Marc's spunk still coated Tom's arse and Krzysztof's dick was lubbed up on it. It allowed the muscle God to drive into Tom without resistance. Tom moaned loudly as he watched the stud behind him high on poppers fuck him like an animal. Krzysztof took another sniff of the poppers then pushed Tom down so he was no longer on all fours and instead was lying on his stomach. The builder climbed onto the sofa table himself and began to pound Tom even harder. He could feel the spunk building and he drove on and on into his baby. "Get the Dildo" said Mateusz and Marc reached back to the sofa and picked up the large plastic object. He handed it to Mateusz who put it against the entrance of Krzysztof's hole. The powerful muscular arse of the builder was pounding up and down as he nailed Tom onto the sofa table. Mateusz pushed the dildo and felt the resistance of Krzysztof's own tight cunt. "YEEEEEEAH" growled the big muscle stud as he felt the dildo enter him and Mateusz pushed it in further. The dildo pushing into his arse sent Krzysztof over the edge and felt his massive bollocks tighten. "FUUUUUCK" he cried and he rammed his cock deep into Tom's cunt as his hot semen poured like a torrent out his nob slit. It flooded Tom's arse with thick Daddy juice. "AHHHHHHHHH" cried Krzysztof as he slowed his thrusting and let his dick empty. He slowly came to a halt and pulled out of the boy. Tom collapsed. "God, God" was all he could mutter over and over. Mateusz took hold of him and rolled him over. He laughed "amazing yeah baby?" "God" was all Tom could say and Mateusz laughed again. Krzysztof strode around to Tom's face. His body was glistening with sweat. He wiped his cock over the boys face. Mateusz still held the dildo that he had used to push into Krzysztof and he put it to the boy's lips. "Lick your Daddy's scent off of it" he told Tom and so the boy opened his lips and began to run his tongue over the plastic. Krzysztof put his own dick into Tom's mouth and the lad tasted his Daddy's arse and his cum at the same time. Suddenly Tom felt a wave of pleasure spreading over him. Marc had knelt down and put Tom's legs over his shoulders. He was deeply licking the cum out of the gaping teenager's arse whilst wanking his cock hard. "MMMMMMMM" moaned Tom over the mouthful of cock and dildo. Suddenly he felt his cock begin to spurt load after load of spunk. "Yeah baby" growled Mateusz as Tom's entire body convulsed as he covered himself in his juice. After every little drop had leaked out Marc stood up and the three men stood around Tom looking down. "Phew, fuck, that was hot. Lets shower" said Marc and led the way from the front room. "I will bring the dildo" said Mateusz. Krzysztof laughed and picked up his little boy. Putting Tom over his shoulder he patted his arse and carried him into the bathroom

Bi Bottom Turned Part 2 Mike could hear sounds that seemed very very far away. Everything was pretty dark and really loud. Music, playing really loud. He tried to move but couldn't and his legs felt very heavy He had a mask on and when he tried to remove it he realized he couldn't move his right hand. Or his left hand. He tried to move his right leg and it was the same thing: he couldn't move it. He realized he was tied down. And then he remembered: his room, that guy Jerry, that bump of coke.....he had a flash of recognition: the fuckbench. He was strapped into the fuckbench. He started to squirm, to see if he could loosen the straps, get out of this and out of here. His mind was still thick but he was struggling best he could. All of sudden he felt hot breath on his ear and a voice say, "Ah, you are awake. And you know where you are, I imagine." Mike felt a hand feel the crack of his ass and work its way in right to his hole. "We are going to have fun tonight.". Mike asked whoever this was to untie him, let him get up. The only reply he got was a chuckle. He could hear someone rustling around, zips opening, something being torn open, and then he felt something tighten around his left bicep. He started to get really scared and began pleading to be untied. "Hey man, please untie me. My back is hurting, some sort of spasm, please." Again, Mike just got a chuckle as a response. He felt cool air and the music get louder and voices. Voices coming into the room and commenting on his ass. Hands were on his body. He felt several hands feel his hole and then all of a sudden there was a tongue right at his hole, poking inside. Mike gasped and froze. It felt damn good. But he started to panic again, cause he was completely out of control and who knows who these guys were? He heard one voice say, "Jerry, has he gotten to the point yet?" Jerry, that guy, he was in the room. Mike heard what he assumed was Jerry say, "He is about to, right now." Mike felt something wet and cold wipe the inside of his elbow. He started to flip out. "Please, please, don't do this. Please, just untie me and let me go. C'mon, please. Is that you, Jerry? Please, man, just let me go!" Mike felt a sharp prick. He felt a needle. A fucking needle. They were shooting him up with something. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, no please, no!" He heard several guys laughing this time. He felt the needle pull out, the tourniquet being untied, and then a wall hit him. He sucked in air and began to cough this weird cough. A few short coughs and then a moment of stillness. Then this overwhelming wave rolled over him and he was flying. His mind was narrowing down to nothing but how horny he was. His ears rang loudly and he thought he could feel a tongue at his hole. He felt both hyper-alert and all fogged up, like his brain wasn't functioning. And he was overwhelmed with lust. Just as he opened his mouth mid-moan, there was a cock at his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out. He felt the cock slap against his tongue a few times and then very slowly start to slide inside his mouth. He was flying and cock never tasted or felt so good. It was like he wanted to choke on this cock, but he couldn't budge even if he wanted to cram this cock down his throat. He could hear these guys talking but he could barely understand what they were saying, but he could tell from words here and there, that they were praising him as a bottom, a fuckboy, and talking about using him. It made Mike even hornier to hear them talking about him like this. He couldn't believe it cause he would never usually find this kind of talk a turn-on, but now, now it was sending him reeling. The music seemed really loud and their voices sounded far away. And he was riding this wave of what he could only think of as horniness and this horniness overwhelmed him. And he could feel that tongue fucking his hole. And he loved it. He fucking loved it. And he just decided to lose himself in this feeling and go with it, all his inhibitions be damned. He moaned. And they heard it and began egging him on, urging him to show them what a cockwhore he was, what a cumpdump he is. That word, 'cumdump' made his hole twitch and the guy tonguefucking him noticed and told the others. "This cumdump's hole twitches at the very sound of that word." They all laughed. The guy tonguefucking Mike redoubled his efforts and before Mike could say anything about the condoms, about only getting fucked safe, there was a cock at his mouth, bumping up against his mouth. He opened his mouth and took that cock inside. And he fucking loved it. It started some steady strokes in and out of Mike's throat and he could take it like he had never been able to take it before. Mike felt hot breath on his ear. A voice said, "Hey, listen, can I put just the head of my cock inside bare?" Mike couldn't speak with this cock in his mouth and throat, stroking slowly in and out, so he sort of nodded as best he could to indicate "Yes". Yes, he replied. Yes, he wanted to feel a cock bare, inside his hole. Just for a few strokes, and no more, and as the cock pulled out of his mouth he said quickly, "Just a few strokes. Condoms are there, cause I only get fucked safe." Mike was uneasy when this drew more laughter, but he settled right back into sucking this hidden cock right in front of his mouth. Mike felt his ass cheeks being pried apart and then something hard being inserted into his hole. He started to turn away from the cock in his mouth, but before he could, this cock was slowly but steadily sunk deep into his throat and he couldn't make a sound and he couldn't budge. He couldn't believe it, he was deepthroating what seemed like a good size cock. All of sudden he felt liquid inside of him and that hard thing being removed from his hole. Mike was starting to almost black out again. Not like he was unconscious but like he was having an out of body experience. He felt something tied around his arm again, but this time he relaxed cause he knew there was nothing he could do about it and he was enjoying the high whatever it was they were giving him. Probably meth, he figured. This was slamming, he realized. He'd seen clips of guys shooting up meth. And smoking it. He found it intriguing. And now, right now, he found it fucking amazing. Again, the same cold wetness on his inner arm. Then that prick, and that pause, then he heard someone say, "Jerry, how much did you give him?" Jerry said, "3.5". There were hoots and whistles, then the tourniquet was removed, and this time Mike felt like he was riding a tidal wave....

Yeah.... love it when a guy just stops fucking , holds still and flexes his cock as he shoots. you can feel the load being dumped. sweet.

This guys got me so horned up I couldn't wait to get his seed in my so I've already put one of the cum cubes up my ass, I can feel it melting in me now as I type! It's a great feeling. I'm going to hit up a regular fb of mine to see if he wants to add a load. He loves it when I've got cum in me, already. He calls me his dirty little fuck slut and I love it.

Lol. Yesterday morning he brought me his bathroom cup with what looked like two loads of cum in it. "For you" he said! I showed him me pouring it into the ice cube tray to make cum cubes for lube later. I asked him if he'd like me to suck him off or he could fuck me and load me up if he wanted. He winked and said "maybe" ...

I guess I have a cum fetish. Sex without getting filled, or filling someone, with cum isn't the same.

Hey men- went back to the tubs a week ago last Friday- it was crappy weather out and on Friday they have begun half priced lockers in the evening- so I got a locker and roamed. A guy at the back bar joined me for a beer, then invited me back to his room ( helped that I had customized my jockstrap band with fabric ink that said "RAW FUCK PIG" over and over LOL. Got in and dropped to my knees and sucked him hard, then he fingered my hole-it was prelubed and he took it and pumped a load into me. As is the norm, as he pulled out I went down to suck his cock clean of any lube or cum, about a minute into nursing his cock he put a hand on either side of my head and held me still- I knew what was to come, and soon enough he relieved himself into my mouth. We continued playing the rest of the evening, and I was fed his load and piss many times. Exchanged screennames, and next morning I looked him up, only to discover he was from out of town ( but not out of state at least) Dropped a thank you to him , and he sent back a note saying the place wasn't any fun after I left (awww) Stayed in touch during the week- and on Thursday he let me know he was racing home to finish up some work, and would be doing the 180 mile down for another Friday night- hoping I would be available. I was,of course, and met him at the tubs- ended up in service to him for over 5 hours, and this week he loaded my ass up very full of his beer piss - then had me hold it until he said I could hit the toilets--which was a challenge; they are at the back of the club, his room at the very front ! Made it without spilling any- but then once in the stall- only a little leaked/dribbled out. The rest of the night he fisted me, and the trapped piss would mix with the J Lube and make my hole really slick- and very loud as he punched in and out of it. I love kinky tops ! <g>

this story is HOT please more soon!!

I love being piss fucked. An arseful of piss is a great before being bred. Had a great session a few weeks ago - the top filled my arse with piss, I held it as long as I could, then let it out over him and into his mouth, we kissed and I drank it back from him, which made him hard again, he fucked me, shot a nice big load into my sloppy arse, then pissed again all over me. Fuckin hot! Spunk and piss, specially when poz, are the two best things in the world...

Had a FB who'd get me in the sling and start the fuck by pissing a bladderful up me. If I managed to hold on to his piss for long enough I'd end up pissing over myself before either of us came.

Jon‘s words hadn’t quite sank in yet and we went back out to the living room to find his fellow missionary beating off to porn. We looked at him and in unison Mouthed “busted” like he had no idea what we had been doing in the other room. He was an athletic sort and had a nice big dick which he was stroking. He tried to cover it up like he was really busted and faced being sent home in shame. We both laughed at him and began caressing his chest and Jon reached down to play with his still hard cock beneath the pillow he had pulled over himself. Brad was his name and he had come from the northern Midwest. I pulled my almost hard cock from my shorts and placed it near his mouth it was drooling precum and he licked the head then swallowed my growing member, Jon had sunk down to the floor and was sucking on brads hard cock. I once again dropped my pants to the floor as brad gave me an expert blowlob. I could feel my trigger tightening and didn’t want this to end so suddenly so I pushed Jon aside and straddled Brads lap, then impaled my ass on his cock. It wouldn’t take muck for Brad to blow as I could see the look on his face when He realized I already had a load in my guts and was using Jon’s cum as lube. Jon came up behind us and shoved his cock in as well and they both pumped in and out of my hole for about 5 minutes before brad blew his wad deep in my guts, Jon just kept on pumping and ripping my hole which kept brad hard. Soon they were both going to town on my hole and about 20 minutes later brad blew his second load deep in my ass and Jon followed suit as I shot up Brads chest and hit him in the chin with my cum. I led them into the shower to wash off the sex, couldn’t have them going back to the apartment smelling of sex or they would be sent home and excommunicated. Having left their clothes in the living room, they strode down the hall too my bedroom and into the bathroom. Jon was pleased that I had a walk-in shower large enough for the three of us and turned on the water I joined them after getting out towels for them. Jon was already soaping Brads back and rubbing his again Hardening cock in his crack. I began soaping Brad’s front washing his cock and balls with care as Brad began pissing on me, I dropped down and began taking his LDS pee in my mouth and he said he was baptizing me for the reform church and we laughed. Then Jon move over and began pissing in my mouth as well. Okay it was my fantasy to be baptized by these boys and it as now a reality. We all finished washing up and I told them I would drive them back to their apartment. It was getting late and didn’t want to arouse suspicions. The next day I got a call from Jon, Thanking me for a wonderful dinner and reunion conversation. He said his missionary duties would keep him busy for the next week or two but he would try to make time for his brother. To be continued

It was getting late one fall evening. My wife was out of town on business and my balls were aching full of cum and needed a good draining. I had taken some of my ADD medicine and was really getting into the new DVDs I had recently purchased. I was feeling a bit kinky at the adult video store earlier that day and bought myself a new cock ring, a bottle of Rush and a small rubber dildo. I had always been curious about playing with my ass but too nervous to do so with anyone else. I thought the absence of my prudish wife was an open invitation to have some solo fun. I had some fresh porn on the big screen and was surfing the internet hookup sites as well. While browsing the casual encounters and searching for kinky sex stories online, I stumbled upon some kinky chem sex stories that were a perverse turn-on. I had never before heard of a booty bump or chem sex, but I must say my cock was rock hard. I devoured story after story thinking this must not actually happen, it's just fiction I said to myself as my cock twitched. Pausing from my indulgence in porn and sex toys, I took a break to get drink in the kitchen, when, in the drain board, I noticed a turkey flavor injector and my mind drifted back to all the hot booty bumping stories I had read. Feeling even more horney and in an experimental mood , I grabbed the plunger and headed back down stairs. After watching some more hot porn and slipping on my new cock ring I decided to see what this booty bumping experience was all about. I crushed-up some pharmaceutical grade amphetamines, and prepared the plunger, just as I had read in the stories. I lubed up the plunger, which I thought as my new rubber dildo, spread some lube on my virgin hole, and attempted to insert the dildo into my ass. While I thought the rubber dildo was of average size, but I couldn't quite get it in, so I fingered myself to loosen my tight sphincter. I also cracked open the fresh bottle of poppers and took six large inhales. A warm rush come over my body and my head started to spin a little, and, of course, my ass relaxed considerably. Re-lubing the loaded syringe, I drew my knees to my chest, positioned the syringe at my pulsing oiled hole, and slid the syringe home, working it deeper and deeper until its main shaft had disappeared into my inner sphincter. Trembling a little, out of excitement more than anything else, I took another couple hits of Rush and emptied the amphetamine plunger deep into my bowels, and then removed the now-empty plunger. I felt a slight burn in my gut and felt a new yearning coming from my arse. That was much easier then I thought. I returned to my fresh porn and did another hit of poppers. My head and ass were now both pulsating as the woman in the video swallowed a monster of a cock down her throat. I was enthralled and experiencing the hottest porn-viewing experience in my young life. As the actress bent over getting ready to take the monster cock in her ass, I grabbed my new dildo and took another hit of Rush. My ass was now begging me to play with it, to fill it up. I raised my legs and positioned the head of the dildo on my greased hole. Almost as if the door had been opened for it, this time I slid it in with ease. My ass now felt complete - and my cock swelled even harder. I massaged the dildo in and out of my hole several times stretching myself, and pleased with my progress, I left the butt plug in and returned to my online quest for debauchery. I scanned the Craigslist looking for other like-minded perverts - without avail, so I moved on to A4A and Manhunt, thinking the sites might be a suitable place to find some guy with whom I could my debauchery. I created a profile with the heading 'Young Straight Looking for Head'. I also posted a photograph of my eight inch, rock hard cock, (courtesy of the amphetamines), my nicely trimmed pubes, (all set-off by the cock ring), and I additionally posted a photograph of the dildo residing in my hole. It was getting late but, and I was beginning to doubt I'd find a kinky playmate when suddenly I received a smile from someone named D469 with a great cock shot for a profile picture. He too was wearing a cock ring and his thick cock was dripping precum. We chatted a bit: he was an older gentlemen, poppered-up, who was jacking while watching porn, and like me he was wearing a cock ring. 'D' was well written and was carrying on a hot chat about what he like to do. It sounded like we were having similar evening, and it also turned out he wasn't very far from me as he was hanging out in his boat on the dock of a nearby lake. He asked if I'd be up to sharing my beautiful cock with him. My rock hard cock and I took another hit of poppers, I twisted the dildo around in my hole, and accepted his invitation. Obtaining directions, I threw on a pair of shorts and caution to the wind, drove over to the dock slip he had specified. When I arrived D was waiting on the deck. We introduced ourselves. D met my expectations and when we got below deck D offered my a couple lines. This was another new experience for me, and admittedly as in his e-mails, D had said he was partying and playing, or PNP, using his lingo, I took him up on his invitation and demonstrating a singular lack of inhibition I did two lines. As he had two monitors, we put on one of the DVDs I had brought, while on the other monitor D was playing hot huge cock porn. Another surge of warmth cut through the haze of the evenings more prosaic activities. We both undressed and briefly admired each other's body (and genitals). Our respective dicks were still encircled with cock rings. D disappeared into another cabin and returned with an arm load of sex toys. I was excited beyond measure. I slid into a pair of mesh briefs that felt good against my hard cock, and next reached for a pair of leather chaps, hoping they would fit me. While I had never before worn any sort of leather wear, but thought this was the perfect opportunity, and fortunately the chaps fit quite well, (or so D said), and nicely framed my leaking cock, as well and kept me warm, as it was a little chilly on the boat. I did some more poppers and reached for a small white vibrator to quench the hunger emanating from my asshole. Adjusting the mesh briefs, I slid the vibrator in with ease. D suggested we do a booty bump. Having done one earlier in the evening I thought I knew what I was in for, and readily agreed. D prepped two syringes (sans needles, of course), loading crystal meth into the cylinders. I had only experienced meth once before, and then had smoked it, and so approached the booty bump with considerable excitement. A couple hits of poppers later and D came over and easily slid the syringe into my hole, which not surprisingly had no trouble accepting the intrusion. I felt to go past my second ring - an almost liquid rush of warmth raced through my system. D gave himself a booty bump as well. My ass never felt so good and eagerly wanted to be filled. I reached for a large dildo as I didn't want a drop of the drug, nor the opportunity to expand my repertoire to escape. I'm not sure how much I received from D who happily gave me my first real booty bump, but I can say I was in pure ecstasy - wearing leather chaps and black mesh briefs that barely held my engorged cock and balls, my ass stretched-open by the large rubber cock. I'm not sure how long we played with each other's cock, nor do I necessarily recall all the differing toys, cock rings and configurations with which we experimented. I do recall, however, D took photographs of my cock and balls, and the various dildos stuffed into my hole. I was getting thirsty, and ever the gracious host, D went into te other room and returned with a drink which I quickly downed. Another rush warmth come over me. I was not surprised when D said with a smirk he had just dosed me GHB, a drug of which I had heard, but never used. D supplied me with yet another booty bump - suffice to say, my ass loved it. We played with each other's cock and ass for hours, and for the longest time mutually sucked each other. The night passed and I spent it with his beautiful cock in my mouth. We positioned ourselves in front of the screens to watch what I now thought to be the best porn I've ever seen. We teased and edged each other many, many times. The poppers flowing freely D removed the butt plug and succeeded in inserting an even larger model into my ass. I admit I didn't think I could get anything that large in to my ass, but in it went. After a long stretch of 69ing, D said he wanted to milk my prostate. Who was I to say no? He inserted two fingers into my colon, found my prostate, and turned my cock into a rock-hard-cum-leaking-faucet. D edged me while I sucked his cock in perfectly mutual bliss.